Hey guys! I hope your December is going well! I wanted to write some Christmas one-shots for this December, and I am open to suggestions. I also don't know how often I will post (hopefully at least once a week).
And now...The Ganache Incident. Enjoy!
The Ganache Incident
Sure papa had said that he needed help for the Christmas rush, and sure he'd said that Adrien was more than welcome any time, but she hadn't known that he would be so... annoying! She couldn't stand the cat puns for much longer.
"Adrien, I swear!" Marinette moaned.
"What? You can't blame me for being pawsome!" He grinned as he whisked the ingredients.
"Oh you are in for it on patrol tonight!" she glared.
"Oh no! Is my lady upset with me?" he feigned shock as he dramatically placed a hand over his mouth. He got closer to her face, his eyes level with hers, "I know how to fix that," he smirked.
She frowned, unappeased.
"What will it take to shut you up?" she stroked her chin as if she was in thought, "Oh! I know."
Uh oh. I'm in for it now.
Adrien backed up unknowing of his lady's evil plans.
"Have some ganache!" she shouted as she grabbed the bowl of bright green ganache that they had been mixing up for the macaroons and dumped it right on his head.
"M-Marinette!" he shouted in shock.
"You deserved that!" she grinned in triumph.
"Did not! My puns are the cat's meow!" he tried to defend his horrible sense of humor.
The ganache was dripping down his face, his hair was covered, and he did not look happy.
She wiped her thumb on a green smudge on his cheek, "You have a little something right there," she smirked.
She's having too much fun with this.
Adrien could feel Plagg snickering in his pocket.
"Not you too!" he rolled his eyes.
Plagg flew out of his pocket, "I have to agree with Marinette on this one. Your puns are pretty bad," he said before flying back into Adrien's pocket.
"They are not!" Adrien shot back, offended.
I need to get back at her!, he thought.
He looked around the kitchen and spotted some red ganache from another batch of macaroons behind her.
"What are you looking at?" Marinette asked him as she turned around.
He used his catlike reflexes to beat her to it, grabbed the bowl and a nearby spoon, and began catapulting it at her.
"Adrien!" she shrieked in surprise.
"What's going on in there?" the two teens heard Tom rumble from the bakery.
"Uh-um n-nothing Papa!" Marinette hollered back.
Now they were both covered in ganache, and so was the kitchen.
"Buginette doesn't want to get in trouble?" Adrien teased.
"Shhhh!"
He chuckled.
"We have to get cleaned up before–"
"Marinette? What happened in here?" someone asked.
The two teens turned bright red when they saw Tom standing in the doorway. The kitchen was a mess. Red and green ganache was everywhere. It was all over the walls, on the counter, and on their clothes.
"Um, we were just uh…" Marinette tripped over her words.
"We had a little incident with the ganache," Adrien shrugged.
"I can see that," Tom stood there, his face unreadable.
I am in so much trouble, Marinette thought.
Suddenly a boisterous laugh bellowed up from Tom's chest. He laughed so hard that he shook, and soon Marinette and Adrien joined in.
"You're not mad?" Marinette asked as the laughter died down.
"How could I be mad at you two?" he chuckled.
"Tom! I need your help out here!" Sabine called from the bakery.
"Well, I have to go. Please clean this up later Marinette," Tom said before he walked back into the bakery.
"You're such a dork!" Marinette giggled.
"Yeah, I know," Adrien laughed, "I thought he was going to kill us!"
"Papa wouldn't hurt a fly," she paused, "but yeah, me too."
"You two should really get cleaned up!" Marinette heard Tikki say from her purse.
"You're right Tikki," she said.
As she began walking toward the apartment, Adrien noticed something hanging above the door frame.
"Look! A mistletoe!" he waggled his eyebrows.
"Not happening kitty," Marinette smirked.
"But…" he trailed off when she kept walking.
"So close," Plagg said sarcastically from his pocket.
"Oh hush you!" Adrien ordered him.
He snickered before going quiet, most likely gnawing on some cheese.
Adrien ignored him as a dopey grin formed on his face.
"Man I love that girl," he said before running up the stairs after her.
They needed to clean up the mess they had made before they got into any more trouble. He would get his Christmas kiss on patrol tonight.
I hope you enjoyed that! Please leave a review if you read this, and feel free to leave me suggestions for future one-shots. I promise I will give you credit, and until next time, TTFN!