Prompt was graciously given to me by Chaosmoonstar who wrote, "How about one where they are dating in winter in Paris and go to the Louvre." You guys can thank her/him/they for the inspiration.
I hope I did this prompt justice.
Summary: This is what could happen when Jacques and Randy are friends throughout school. After one month they decided to date because they were experimenting. Hidden saw Jacques transform into Phoenix because he went to go check up on him. He let it slip he was Hidden Bun, and the reason why J was distant to R in the beginning, despite caring for him, is because he has feelings for HB/R and didn't want to trample on them. The two had their first kiss then and there.
"Jacques, I swear you can't do anything else to make me happier or love you even more." Randy says as he grips the brunet's arm and directs him to the nearest exhibit.
This is Day 4 in their week long winter break in Paris, France where Jacques decided to do something spectacular. He managed to get them tickets to the famous Louvre Museum, and it is more beautiful then he imagined. The lights, the sculptures he already saw, and the positioning of famous works throughout the ages that he is dying to explore.
He looks up at his boyfriend, about to thank him again when his voice faltered before he could speak. Jacques is doing the thing that always makes him speechless, his green orbs staring at him adoringly. The way he smiles where his lips are slightly parted and his head tilted down slightly. He looks ethereal with some snow not yet melted on his hair, like he just stepped out of a photo after seeing his lover from afar before coming close to him.
He feels his cheeks heat up and he glances anywhere but the other teen. "Come on, you're supposed to be looking at the sights and not me." He mumbles as the two of them pass a group of three people standing in front of the Bouchardon statue.
He hates and loves it when he does that. Hate it because he can never seem to get control over his tongue within a minute, but loves it when Jacques shows he cares for him. He prefers actions over words and gifts, but he truly appreciates what he did for him.
Jacques leans down and whispers in his ear, "What can I say, I am looking at the most lovely sight in front of me. I can see you every day, but every single glance reminds me just how exquisite you are."
Randy slips his arm out and covers his face. He ignores Jacques chuckling.
"You are adorable mon beau lapin. Instead of hiding your face, why don't you see the paintings Louvre has to offer?"
"Give me a second hero." Randy says, his voice muffled by his gloves, "Randy C. v. 1.7 needs to reboot after excessive thermal damage to the interior due to the unit's handler's misuse of his delicate wiring."
"You're so much fun to tease." He pokes Randy's side.
"Well, you're too much of a sweet talker. Ever since we got here honey flows from your lips whenever your family isn't around." He finally takes his face out of his hands and slightly pouts before it morphs into a weak glare. "I swear your sister is onto us. She gave us this knowing look when she saw us on the couch sleeping on each other after we were gaming. She winked at me Jacq, she winked! What did you say about us?"
"Nothing nothing," he waves his hands as the two went to the walls to look at the paintings, "at least our relationship. She already knows I have a crush on you, but I doubt she knows we are together."
"Maybe it's a girl thing, like they instantly know if you are dating or not," he speculates as he peruse the finer details of "The Raft of Medusa."
"Wouldn't the girls in our school know though?"
"Doubt it, we've been keeping it on the down low. Maybe we are showing too much love?"
"I like it like this." He bumps his hip to the other's side.
"I do to."
Randy looks around for anyone in the nearby vicinity and sees no one. He can hear a few people talking in French, but they are still a little further away. He tugs on Jacques's hand to a alcove and gives him a soft kiss. The Frenchman deepens it before pulling back to bite his bottom lip, a signal he personally loves. Randy juts it out before opening his mouth, and a tongue slips into his mouth. He slides his own against Jacques's nimble muscle and he doesn't know how long they do it.
The two pull back from one another, a trail of saliva coming from the edge of their mouths. Randy is struck by a wicked thought as he stares into Jacques's half lidded eyes. He goes back in, and instead of kissing him like he usually does, he nibbles his bottom lip. Just as his boyfriend parts his lips, he stops his attack, and bops Jacques's nose with his finger.
He gives him a startled look as he slips away from him, going back to critically examine each art piece.
"You get my wires twisted," Jacques says underneath his breath, but Randy manages to catch it.
"What was that?" He asks, not turning his head so his boyfriend doesn't see his Cheshire Cat smile.
"I said you are a tease." Jacques said, walking toward him.
Randy sticks out his tongue in retaliation before slipping his fingers with the other. "Come on, we still have to explore the whole exhibit."
"I don't think I can with that little performance. You wounded me greatly." Jacques uses both of his hands to be above his heart, making sure to clasp the back of his boyfriend's with his own.
"I doubt it," he rolls his eyes before tugging their hands down back to their sides, "now let's get a move on. I still have to fulfill my boyfriend privileges of talking your ear off about art."
It took them three hours to get out of the Louvre, and he doesn't regret a second of it. Well one thing he regrets was not touching the Mona Lisa when he had the chance. He happened to get scolded by a nearby officer who walked by on his patrol when he was admiring the painting. When Randy tried to explain himself, he heard the words "American" with an annoyed tone. Personally he was offended by it, but Jacques managed to say something to the cop about him "showing his friend around the beautiful city of Paris" which seemed to settled the cop's ruffled feathers.
Other than that their little date to the Louvre went off without a hitch, and he didn't hear anyone muttering underneath their breaths when the two were holding hands. A few disapproval stares—maybe because they are in a public place—but other than that nothing at all.
He finally managed to see the "Liberty Leading the People" by Eugène Delacroix and "The Raft of the Medusa" by Théodore Géricault. He spent around ten minutes each just staring at the master pieces. Pointing at certain aspects of the idea of liberty shown first through Delacroix's painting and how the old monarchy would allow his troops to go to the homes of people, beat them, and bring them to the streets. Jacques even told him a bit of history from the painting, like it was even banned until the mid-nineteenth century. The second painting captured the realism of how hopeful, yet dire, the situation that fifteen people stranded on a raft are hailing at a ship. Mournfully his boyfriend translated the plague in front of them that originally there were one hundred and fifty people on the raft and such a miniscule number survived over several days. Even though the piece is a bit morbid, he couldn't help but be fascinated by bow life like everyone looked, even the dead bodies. The hues were breathtaking as he stared at it wide eyed.
Apparently, the two of them are still on their date. Jacques is talking about not seeing the other tourist sites of Paris for the date, that will happen another day. He took him to the famed museum because his boyfriend knows him too well. The two of them are going somewhere as they are ambling in the snow.
"You still not spilling the beans to where we are going?" Randy asks, keeping in step with the taller teen.
"Like I said before. It's. A. Secret." Jacques winks and he punches him lightly in the arm.
"Well I hope we get there fast because my fingers are freezing even with these gloves." He says as he rubs his hands against Jacques's arm.
"Do not worry, I'll keep them warm for you."
"The honey Jacq, the honey."
"I give you honey because you are the sweetest thing I seen."
"…At least my face is warm."
"Do you want me to hug you?" The fire hero asks, as he opens the door to and the bell at top rings.
"I think I'm alright for now, maybe later." He says as his nose is assaulted by the smell of coffee.
He looks around, it's a different coffee shop, one he doesn't recognize from where he went with Jacques and Gwendolyn. He waits in line with his boyfriend, tapping his arm, so he can bend down. "Can I have a hot chocolate," Randy whispers as they are getting close to the front.
He gets nervous from all these people looking at him. Especially when he remembers the first time he came in a local shop, when he asked for a un café, and he got a small espresso that was stronger than the ones in Norrisville. Unless he wants a different drink—and spend a few minutes where Jacques points out which drink means in English—he is going to save himself the trouble of ordering strong drinks and stick to something safe. He also doesn't want those looks when he orders a chocolate Frappuccino. Everything would have been a lot easier if he could at least understand besides being able to catch every other twentieth word with his broken French with all of his tenses mixed up.
"Do you want to sit in the bar, indoor table, or outdoor?"
He thinks about it. If he sits inside they can take off their coats, but if they go outside they have to cuddle. Then again, he isn't feeling up to being cold again, especially when they are trying to get warmed up. He doesn't want his hot chocolate to become cold even if they can be lovey dovey like some of the rom-com scenes he sometimes see Heidi watch.
"Anywhere you want, but I am paying for my hot chocolate," Randy says as he touches his jeans pocket where he has euros instead of dollars.
'At least Nommi's in my jacket, much warmer in there than in some denim,' he thought. The kwami could be hungry since it is 14: 26, and he knows they need to go somewhere to feed them. Even if the two don't get their kwamis strawberries or jerky they will be okay.
"Puis-je avoir un espresso et un chocolat chaud?" Jacques said. (Can I have a espresso and a hot chocolate?)
"Que sera € 7,42" The cashier nods. (That will be € 7.42)
Randy glances up to see that his drink is €2. 59, and opens his wallet. He gives the cashier three euros and Jacques pays for the rest. They stand to the side and they grab their small drinks, and they head over to a table by the window.
Jacques dips his sugar cube in his drink, waiting for the sugar to turn brown before taking a bite out of it.
"Even seeing you do that it still looks strange," he comments, taking a sip of his glorious drink.
"It tastes good like this," Jacques says as he takes another bite of his sugar cube.
"I'm not saying that's a bad thing, it tastes delicious. It's just that I usually see you drinking coffee like an American then a Frenchman." Randy says as he focuses on Jacques dipping another sugar cube into his drink.
"I should show you some places that will give you a culture shock." The brunet said as he keeps the sugar in his coffee a few seconds longer until popping it in his mouth.
"Excuse moi," a woman said with a heavy accent, a red manicured fingernail is on the table.
The two turn to glance at the woman, who is around her early twenties dressed in a winter yarn sweater dress that hugs her slim figure. Randy gives her a polite smile and Jacques mirrors him.
"Yes mademoiselle?" Randy asks, glancing at Jacques to see if he pronounced it correctly. His boyfriend tilts his chin down slightly, and he flickers his eyes back on the woman in front of him.
"Ah was vondering if you are an American?"
'What does that have anything to do with you talking to us? I mean, I doubt Americans are a novelty here.' He thinks before replying, "Yes."
"Have you seen Coccinelle and Chat Noir? La belle Paris super héros?" The woman asks and Randy gets the gist of the second sentence. She has a smug smile on her face, barely looking innocent, and he understands what is going on.
'The lady is like everyone else, wanting to prove their heroes are better than other people's hero. Too bad she is talking to a super hero.'
"Unfortunately non, I do want to be there when they are fighting a akuma." He sighs, and he sees the woman giving him a strange look.
Jacques kicks him under the table, like he said something wrong. "What my friend here meant he wanted to see them for once."
"Per'aps you will see them 'eading toward ze akuma. Too bad you do not 'ave 'eroes in Amereka."
Before Randy could even open his mouth he said, "[Us Parisians need to show the world
"Yes, well I hope they show sometime within the week I can brag to my friends back home about the Luck Duo when I am talking about the Louvre." Randy said, completely biting back that America has her own heroes, well, only in Norrisville. Still, heroes none the less. Even if they aren't defending the nation capital they have credibility with the locals and nearby cities. At least they have kickass weapons.
The woman nods and says, "Well Ah 'ope you love Paris."
"Merci," Randy said to the woman who goes off to the bar. He turns to Jacques, "She was nice."
Jacques hums, "You do realize why she came here right?"
"Of course I did, what did you take me as being stupid?" He rolls his eyes before narrowing them when Jacques doesn't even look at him. Wow that hurt. Not. "I do that all the tie with my comic book or real life super heroes."
"How could I forget? You were bragging about holding onto Hidden's back as he slashed at robots. Could have just said you were being cradled in Phoenix's arms because someone wasn't escaping fast enough with the whole crowd."
He huffs, "I had to give him street cred, no one takes him seriously."
Jacques touches Randy's hand. "I do, along with others in your online nerd group."
"It's not a nerd group, and aren't you still a bit salty from last time?" he says under his breath before clearing his throat. "I mean, thanks for the encouragement and all."
"That jerk still won't let me message." Jacques mutters before saying, "Well finish up your drink, I still need to take you out."
"What? I thought this is a nice way to end our date. We would go home, I mean to your house." He immediately corrects his slip, but Jacques smirks.
"I will not let my poor boyfriend go home starving, at least we will have time for ourselves." Jacques said before taking a few sips from his cup and placing it on the saucer.
Randy did the same and the two leave the coffee café. He doesn't know where they are going, but he does realize that the two of them are in a park and that there is a stand of someone selling crêpes. Jacques goes up to the stand and he trails behind him, standing beside him and looking at the sign.
"Which one do you want?" Jacques asks.
"Something with fruit. Can you get three for, you know." He trails off and the male nods.
"Sure. Why don't you go pick a seat?"
Randy nods and leaves Jacques to order their food. He chooses a bench close to some trees that practically surround the, a perfect place for the kwamis to get out and actually eat. As he was brushing the snow from the bench, Jacques came up to him with three crêpes in hand.
"I have steak, spinach, and mushroom, bananas and strawberry, and brownie strawberry." Jacques lists once he sits down.
"Why don't we let our kwamis choose?" Randy suggests and unzips his jacket's zipper and Nommi pokes his head out.
The bunny kwami has a small blue robe surrounding him, with a hood up that pushes his ears forward on his head, leaving the red tips out in the open. The bird kwami immediately flies next to Nommi and puts his wing around the other kwami.
"I s-seriously ha-ate th-he col-cold," Nommi stutters as he literally attaches himself to Tennu. "You-you're lucky you're a-a furnace."
"Well looks like the only time you actually like me is when you're cold Noms. Hurts me so much." Tennu smirks before pointing his wing at the two humans, "Don't you dare take the one with the steak, that one's mine."
Randy is laughing as Jacques deals with his kwami, "That's why I got it for you. I was hoping that you would try the others like mon lapin suggested "
"Ugh fine. Noms I am going to move to the one on the left and if you want to be cold stay here." Tennu teases which the robed rabbit hits him.
"You two are just too funny. How do you deal with Nommi?" Randy asks, directing the question to Tennu, who is already taking a bite out of the crêpe with some brownie coming from the top.
"It's simple, you don't." Tennu says with his beak full. He gulps the food, "Bleh. Just annoy him enough and he'll leave you alone or retaliate. Fighting is fun at least."
Nommi elbows the kwami as he chews his bite of the strawberry brownie crêpe. "Says the one that always loses."
"That's because you cheat!" Tennu complains as he flies off to the next one, which is the one with steak, spinach, and mushrooms.
"Ass." Nommi said as he quickly flew and reattached himself to Tennu's side.
The two humans glance at each other in amusement before looking at the fighting kwamis who are at the last crêpe.
"Stop latching onto me!" Tennu complains.
"I'm cold!" Nommi retaliates.
"You have a fucking cloak on!"
"Language! There's children around."
Privately Randy will admit that the two arguing is just too funny. Nommi latching himself onto Tennu while the two are screaming their heads off. He glances around to see that no one is in the area.
"What children? The nearest humans are our humans and they are old enough to curse! Other people are too far away."
"It's just principle to not curse within earshot of people."
"What about whenever you curse at the orange haired human?!"
"That's a different matter all together!"
Jacques is laughing from Nommi's comment and Randy rolls his eyes. Deciding to end this right now. He's hungry and he doesn't want to hear Nommi go off on his Howard tirade again, for the seventh time they've been in France. "So Tennu is going to get the steak, but what about you Nommi? Which one do you want to share?"
"Why don't we feed him the bananas and strawberries from the two crêpes?" Jacques says.
"I second the decision." Nommi said, "I don't want you two to keep lowering your food to me because there is no way I'm going up there to take a bite."
"Which one do you want to try?" Jacques asks, as he gives Randy the steak crêpe which he lowers to Tennu between them.
"The banana, had some chocolate earlier." Randy said, grabbing the right one.
"Wearing a cloak, cuddling up next to this handsome stud of a bird, and being fed like a hatchling? Wow you must be a princess." Tennu says, taking a bite out of the crêpe.
"Princess," Randy mutters before taking a bite and Nommi's ear twitches.
"Says the one who's going to be sharing food with his beau." Nommi says and Tennu cackles.
Randy freezes and looks at Jacques, who is staring in front of him with a smirk on his face. 'You sly dog,' he thinks before swallowing his food. He puts the banana and strawberry in his right hand as he takes off his glove on his left hand, using the bench. He then picks out two bananas that are at the top—no bite mark on them—and hands them Nommi.
Putting the crêpe back in his left hand, he pushes it to Jacques's face. The brunet turns to him with his eyebrows raised, "I thought you weren't going to feed me because someone announced my plan."
"Like I would do that. I still want to try your crêpe and I don't mind doing embarrassing stuff since no one is around." He says, concentrating on Jacques's scarf, which is different from his usual one. Purple, but instead of it being a neck scarf, it is just a regular one. He can ignore the heat to his face, always can blame it on the cold.
"You are too adorable," Jacques said.
"No I'm not!" Randy sputters, trying to defend himself when a crêpe is shoved in his face.
"Say 'ah,'" Jacques teases and smiles.
If this wasn't embarrassing he would think the other was cute.
"Honey I love you, but I'm not going to saw ah," Randy rolls his eyes before finding himself a mouth full of strawberry and brownie crêpe. Some of the whipped crème ends up on his nose and the corners of his mouth.
"You got a little something on your-you know what, let me get that for you." Jacques leans toward him and licks his nose and his mouth.
Randy lightly butts his head against Jacques's neck, "You…just…agh."
"You two being cute is disgusting," Tennu said and the two ignore him.
"Hand me a mushroom why don't you?" Nommi asks, trying to reach over for one.
"Why should I?"
"You don't even like mushrooms much and I need something to distract me from what our humans are doing."
'I swear to whoever is listening, just kill me already. I don't think I can this anymore.' He just buried his head into the purple scarf and just stays there for a few more seconds.
"Randy?" Jacques tilts his head to lay on Randy's head, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to do that, I just thought you would just blush that beautiful tomato red."
"Well I am because someone can't turn down his honey coated words. I feel like my face is going to fall off." Randy mutters into the scarf before turning his head slightly to look into Jacque's forest green eyes. "Just…let me stay like this." He burrows his head back into the scarf.
He feels Jacques shoulders shaking as he laughs, "As usual you are adorable."
Biting his lip to prevent a smile from forming—even if his boyfriend can't see it—he says, "Be quiet."
That only caused Jacques to laugh harder.
"I swear if someone doesn't give me a strawberry I'm going to come up there and break the moment." Nommi said from down below that causes Randy to chuckle.
He feels Jacques move, and he assumes that he takes off one of his gloves and give into the kwami's demands. He finally moves from the crook of Jacques's neck to smile at him before taking bending down to take a bite out of the crêpe.
"Mr. Embarrassed wanted another bite I see." He smirks and Randy sticks out his tongue.
"Oh hush you, have a bite out of my own," he moves his crêpe to the other's face.
Jacques takes a bite out of it and swallows. "Tastes better then I remember, maybe because I am with someone I love."
"Just stop with the honey Jacq. I swear I am going to go into an early grave because of you."
Jacques responds by moving closer to him and kissing his cheek.
Randy can't even put his head in his hands to cover his grinning and blushing face. Instead, he stares at his crêpe as Jacques laughs.
The four of them finish their food, Tennu being the first, while Nommi saying he's full from all the bananas, strawberries, and mushrooms everyone was giving him. The two kwamis go back into the jackets, where Randy can feel Nommi wrapping himself up in a small bit of cloth to use as a blanket. Jacques and Randy go to throw away the paper and were about to walk out of the park when someone suddenly appeared in front of them shooting dark blue ice from his hands and skating on top of it.
The two freeze and look at each other; they cannot believe what is happening in front of them.
"Should we do something?" Randy whispers, keeping an eye on the ice skating akumatized man turning the road and entrance to the park to ice.
Suddenly two more individuals came from the air, one from swinging on a yo-yo and the other with an extending baton. The two land on the ice and the teen clad in red with black polka dots slip. The black cat hero gives her a hand and the two say something Randy doesn't catch before having to dodge icicles coming from the akumatized ice skater's hands.
"I believe they have it covered." He whispers back before asking, "Want to watch them?"
"Yeah, might as well see what these heroes can do." The two go behind some trees, keeping away from the line of fire, but being able to see the fight going on.
Randy watches as the two heroes make a few witty comments—well what he assumes—and how the super powered villain stops with some kind of purple butterfly symbol appearing over his face. 'Kind of like when some stank'd kids stop suddenly. Why aren't they doing anything? They can take out the guy right now!' He is tempted to shout out a commentary, but he doesn't feel like getting shot at by the cold. 'Those suits do not look very warm, they are both shivering! At least Jacques is always warm in his suit.'
After a few minutes of watching the two try to get close to the maniac, hiding behind cars and buildings, the two heroes finally used their powers. Ladybug—the English name of Coccinelle—got some kind of polka dot covered glue bottle. Chat Noir yelled something and his arm is enveloped in some kind of black energy which he used to run against a lamp post next to the evil ice skater. As the ice skater was freezing it to prevent it from falling on him, Ladybug threw the glue and it exploded on his glove covered hands. The glue container is on the ground because the villain threw it. He tried to get the glue off, but the gloves stuck together.
Ladybug then winked at her partner and grabbed the gloves off and ripped them. A black butterfly came out of it and her yo-yo captured it. She yelled something he didn't really understand and then little ladybugs came out of it, and managed to restore the area. The dark blue ice is no longer there, the surroundings where imprints of icicles are gone, and the lamp is back to the way it was. He was shocked that her barely noticed that the butterfly came out of the yo-yo as white.
Randy didn't realize that his jaw was open until Jacques tapped his chin. Immediately he shuts it and he sighs. Glaring at the restored pole before shifting his eyes to Ladybug, and then down to his hidden miraculous on his wrist.
"Why can't I do something like that? School is always destroyed and Principal Slimovitz is always yelling about his car being destroyed." Randy complains and Nommi shifts in his pocket.
The kwami pokes his head from his pocket, dragging the zipper down that was open enough for him to breath, and said, "Because Purifying Tears."
"What do you even mean? I slice the stank and it's gone. Is it because of the power or what?"
Nommi zips back up the pocket and Randy sighs. He looks at Jacques who shrugs.
"I see what you mean about Nommi being frustrating. I just got to bribe mine to get him to talk."
"I wish I had a cool kwami like yours."
"Hah," Tennu says from Jacques's pocket. "You stick in the mud, your human likes me better."
"Says the guy who's constantly lounging around and stuffing his face with food." Nommi shoots back.
"Trust me, he can get annoying."
"Hey, I'm not annoying!" Tennu yells and Nommi laughs.
"That seems to be a constant thing about them." Randy smirks and Jacques mirrors him. Tennu yells at them while Nommi grumbles at how he is stuck with such a inconsiderate human.
"So," Jacques starts as they begin their walk to his home, "what do you think about our heroes? They seem to work seamlessly with one another."
"They're okay, not as great as Hidden Bun and Phoenix, but they're good enough." Randy says as he walks in step with Jacques, the sidewalk still deserted from the recent fight. "It's strange that their weapons weren't really weapons. I mean, they are useful, but there is nothing sharp on them."
"I guess they are more 'apprehend and break' type then offensive fighters."
"What if they had to face someone where a butterfly goes into a construction hat and they had to break it? Would they use a rock?"
"Oh my god Randy you are horrible," Jacques laughs.
"No seriously how would they break it?"
"Perhaps flinging it to a building and pray that it shatters."
"What if, everyone is doing it wrong? That butterfly, to get it out, you just need to scratch the object. I need to try that out later."
"Randy, please write that down on your little thread and be done with it."
"Oh come over here you sad lug. Let's hug away those feelings."
End.
A/N: I always wondered what would happen in ML if they need to break something that isn't supposed to break like a hard hat or a pole someone carries around as part of a cosplay. They can't really snap it, so they would use their surroundings right?
I don't know how many people will read this chapter, but I really enjoyed it. It's just nice to do something that is in your own world, but not necessary cannon, yet poke fun at a future idea. Also, whenever I'm doing a running joke, like the use of "honey" here or bringing back up that most of my characters traits.
Would Randy and Jacques really stand off to the side and watch what's going on? No, they wouldn't. For the sake of them being on a romantic date where they will go home and cuddle on the couch with their kwamis with them, blanket over their heads, they will. Keep that in mind along with I really wanted to get the commentary out of my system. It would be really nice if Randy could do what Marinette could do, restoring everything instead of leaving everything as is.
I get a bit irked whenever the two idiots—Adrien and Marinette in the ML fandom—do not have some scenes with Tikki or Plagg. I mean, I understand that it can throw the pacing off, but these two beautiful kwamis need some love. Not a lot of people write about kwamis—or they are lost in the pages filled with LadyNoir or Adrienette and the two other combinations—but even if they aren't the center of it, I like writing them to have at least two bits of dialogue.
Nommi/Nomicon has always been my favorite character (here and in the show), even when he is annoyed or an asshole. He would butt into any kind of moment that Randy and Jacques share in their suits or out of it.
Villain of the day was inspired because of Yuri on Ice and a bit of Caitlyn Snow from the Flash. Its winter and people ice skate and the poor guy had his girlfriend break up with him earlier on the frozen lake and he was wearing the gloves she made for him. Hawkmoth came and manipulated the poor guy who can shoot ice from his hands. He was terrorizing innocent skaters and Marinette was there with Alya skating along with Adrien, Nino, Nathaniel, Sabrina, and Chloe. He was chased out when Ladybug and Chat Noir, unfortunately Alya couldn't catch them because they went across the city within ten minutes with people trying to get out of the way from being ice statues.
I'm waiting for season two of Yuri on Ice. God I love that anime. Everyone is so precious.
Head cannon: Kwamis can eat other foods, but their energy to transform isn't as effective if they don't have a specific food type they like.
Head cannon: Randy is a tease when it comes to showing his affection when he isn't oblivious. He will kiss or grope before pulling back with a shit eating grin and acting natural. Unless Jacques does something romantic/embarrassing he will pull back and just wallow in it, but when interrupted he acts a bit like a tsudere.
Head cannon: Jacques is a romantic but jealous person. He is attracted to Randy's energy, expressions, and willingness to help others/talk to them even when everything seems hopeless.