Current One-Shot: So Many Cookies. In which Ladybug is done putting up with Chat's awful baking, and decides to show him what real cookies taste like. Who knew a single batch of cookies could lead to such an odd series of events? Kind of Ladynoir for my annoying best friend that found my account.

So Many Cookies

Should I be updating one of my stories that I haven't updated in months? Probably. Am I going to right now? Nah. Instead, I'm writing a one-shot (for a new one-shot collection) for my very annoying best friend who found my fanfiction account. He's a jerk (not really, he's a pretty cute dork, but that's beyond the point). He told me I had to make this note as adorable as possible (but none of my author notes are cute so that's hard to accomplish) so that is not happening. He also told me to write a happy one-shot though, which I will try to do. But I'm bad at that, so we'll see how it goes.

As usual, a fair warning to you that I write in the first person. If that's a problem, pick a different story to read! If not, please continue. It'll just be from Ladybug's/Marinette's point of view, but I'll do my best to distinguish which she is at the time as the story continues.

And yes, I am aware that this was initially where I had "Eiffel FOr You," but the wifi I'm on is blocking me from uploading a new story to keep a collection of one-shots in, so I decided I'd upload this ome here alongside Eiffel For You and then just keep uploading more one-shots here. Hopefully that's okay! I had to be creative on how to solve the problem, and this is what I came up with.

But enough rambling from me, here's the story!

Ladybug's Point of View

Patrol was always a fun time. Chat and I would race across the roof tops, trying to outdo each other with tricks while searching for any signs of trouble. It was always a nice break from whatever stressors were weighing me down, plus I coud always count on Chat to be a great friend to talk to.

So how the heck did things go from that to me trying to brainstorm ways to get out of patrol with him?

Just thinking about the whole situation is laughable. It sounds absolutely ridiculous, but cookies are the reason I'm desperately trying to avoid patrol.

It was a sweet attempt on Chat's part. I'm not sure what his reason was, but out of the blue Chat decided it'd be a great idea to bring snacks for patrol. I tried to volunteer to do it sometimes, but he insisted he would do it all and that he'd have a snack for the next patrol. I rolled my eyes but agreed; to be honest, I expected him to forget. But low and behold, the next time we met for patrol he had a bag of cookies.

"Care to try one, m'lady?" He gets down on one knee and presents the bag to me. "I made them myself."

"Chat, you didn't have to go through all that trouble." I sputter, shocked to hear he'd spend that much time on a simple snack for patrol.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course I did! It has to be authentic. Besides, this was my first time ever baking cookies. I think they'll taste mew-volous."

Shaking my head, I grab one of the cookies out of the bag. I have to keep a frown off my face as I examine the lumpy circle he hands me. It looks a bit misformed, and while I think it's a chocolate chip cookie, I'm not quite sure. After examining it for a moment, I take a bite, and cringe at the taste that floods my mouth. It feels like all I'm eating is pure sugar, with tiny lumps of chocolate in between. My tastebuds, raised on the practically perfect chocolate chip cookies from Dupain-Cheng Bakery, cry out at the below average quality.

"Wow," Is all I manage to get out as I force myself to chew and swallow the bite, "Wow."

Chat seems to miss my barely disguised disgust, bouncing up and down with excitement. "Do you like them?"

I cringe, unable to shatter his enthusiasm. "Ya! Ya, they're great, Chat." It's hard to keep myself from adding, "Oh gosh, they're the worst cookies I've ever tasted."

"I'm glad you like them!" Chat exclaims as I force the rest of his awful cookie down my throat. "Want another?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I really shouldn't..." I trail off as he shoves the bag in my face, and carefully take another cookie.

And so it continued, night after night. Chat would bring cookies for me - interestingly enough, he never eat any himself - and I would have to stuff them down my throat or find creative ways to get rid of them when he wasn't looking. Sometimes they were too sweet, other times they were horribly salty. How he accomplished that, I had no idea. Sometimes they were barely cooked, other times they were burnt, and on a rare ocassion they're baked at a normal level. Sometimes they crumbled to pieces when I touched them, and other times they were as hard as rocks and hurt my jaw to try and eat. Those ones always had to be disposed of, and I always had to reist the urge to fling one at an akuma.

Maybe it would've been bareable if he'd just brought them for patrol. But it suddenly seemed like any time I was with Chat, he had cookies. I don't even know how it was possible for him to pull off, because akuma attacks are completely random. But somehow, Chat found a way to bring me cookies. Even the Ladyblog had caught on, and everyone began to speculate about my love for cookies. Alya spun it into more proof that Chat and I were dating, making things even harder.

It'd gotten to the point where I was begging Tikki to help me find a way to avoid patrol.

"What if I say I lost one of my earrings?" I ask, pacing in my room.

"And how are you going to tell him that if you've lost an earring and can't transform?" Tikki fired back, getting a groan from me in response.

Another suggestion came to mind. "What if I say I'm sick and so I have to stay home?"

Tikki was still dubious. "Are you really going to lie to your partner?"

I tug at my pigtails in frustration, stopping in my tracks. "What am I supposed to do, Tikki? I can't keep eating and disposing of those cookies. I thought I was actually going to vomit it up in front of him after last time!"

"Calm down, Marinette." Tikki flies over to hover in front of my face. "Maybe it's time you stop lying to him?"

"Lying? I'm not lying. I'd never lie to my partner. I hate liars. You know that, Tikki. Why ever would I lie?" The look on Tikki's face stopped my rambling.

She siged before asking, "What do you call what you've been doing right now?" Before I can actually say anything to defend myself, Tikki begins in the tone that means she's imitating me, "Wow, these are great, Chat! Wow. Thank you! Yes, I love them. These are really goo-"

"I get it." I huff, cutting her off before she can continue. "You made your point. I've been lying to Chat, which is no good. But I just don't want to hurt his feelings!"

"He'll be more hurt if he finds out on his own that you're lying, and that you've been throwing half the cookies he thinks you love into the Seine. How many do you think are down there?" Her tone was amused, not accussing. "A hundred? At least?"

I had to stifle a giggle, offering a weak defense of, "Come on, Tikki, I even gave you one of the cookies and you didn't like them. What am I supposed to do?"

And she, of course, has the right answer, I just don't want to hear it. "Tell him the truth. Break it to him gently, but still tell him. He deserves to know, and then he'll learn to stop bringing those horrible cookies."

"I just don't want to hurt him." I moan, flopping back on to my couch.

But finally, I reached my wits end and decided to put a stop to it following Tikki's advice. I had had enough of awful tasting cookies, and had made up my mind to show Chat what a real cookie tasted like. My parents didn't mind me using the kitchen as long as I asked, especially when I told them I wanted to make some for friends. And I decided it didn't have to be a lie, because Chat was my friend and Tikki would want one, and besides, I could actually bring them into school the next day.

So I set out and made the best chocolate chips I had ever made, at least in my opinion. It was with great pride I gently put them in a bag, giving the last one to Tikki and eating another for myself. She approved of my method, so long as I was gentle with how I told Chat, and I thought this would work pretty well. After she finished, I transformed for patrol and headed out to meet up with my partner, cookie bag in hand.

"Bugaboo!" Chat grins widely and waves a bag in his hand filled with what I assume are more poorly made cookies. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ditching me!"

"No way." I say with a firm shake of my head. "I was just a little held up."

I land on the roof, and Chat notes the bag in my hand. "Who is that for, m'lady?"

"For you, actually. Put your hand out." At my insistence, he sticks his hand out, and I open my bag, take one of my cookies out, and carefully set it there. "I made you a cookie."

He stares in disbelief. "You made me a cookie?" When I nod, he carefully examines it, not too unlike how Miss Caline describes the Greeks when they got gifts from their Greek gods in their myths. "It looks egg-cellent."

I have to resist the urge to face palm. "You've made that pun a million times, kitty."

"I'm glad you decided to chip in and bring a snack." He quickly adds, "Although you really didn't have to."

"Just eat the cookie!" I groan, and finally he does as told.

His eyes light up and his jaw drops after the first bite, and he quickly stuffs the rest in his mouth. As he chews, he asks, "You made this? It tastes heavenly!"

I roll my eyes, looking away when a few crumbs fall from his mouth. "Mouth closed while you're eating, Chaton."

He manges to swallow and then repeats his question. "You made that? All on your own?" I nod. "My lady, that was amazing! You're one smart cookie."

"And you're really stretching the puns." I say with a sigh.

"Really? I thought I was on a roll." He winks, and I groan even louder than previously. "This day was great for me, but getting this gift from you was icing on the cake." He must finally decide that I look annoyed enough to stop, bevause he then asks, "But seriously, why did you bring the cookies? Not that I don't appreciate it, but..."

"Because, you needed to see what an actual cookie tastes like." Chat's eyes widen in question, and so I say with a sigh, "Try one of your cookies now that you've tasted one of mine."

Confused, he reaches into his bag and takes one out. Already it doesn't look nearly as nice but mine. However, when he takes a bite, he yelps, tossing it away. It's one ot the rock cookies today, and it doesn't even break when it smacks off the roof. That really speaks to how hard it was, because I've learned from personal experience that Chat's throw is incredibly hard.

"They're awful." He remarks, ears and tails droopping as he stares at it for a moment before looking at me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings." I respond, and when he still looks sad, I decide to give him a quick hug and add, "I appreciate the intent though, I really do. It means a lot that you would make me cookies, because I'm sure you've spent a lot of time on it. Just maybe, you know, buy them instead next time? Or I can be in charge of making the snacks."

He laughs, nodding his head in agreement and seeming in significantly higher spirits. "Will do. No more cookies baked by myself. Guess I'll bake cupcakes instead!" I guess my face must look horrified, because Chat laughs and adds, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I won't bake you anything else. I wouldn't want to bake a fool of myself in front of my lady."

"I swear," I moan, pinching the bridge of my nose with my free hand, "Your puns only get worse and worse!"

All of this I process again as I head into school. I'm super excited to bring in the remaining cookies, although there aren't many left. Despite my insistence that I wanted to give a few to my friends, Chat kept asking for more, and I couldn't deny his puppy eyes. He also stole a few when I wasn't paying attention, taking great glee when I tried to swat his hands and take it back before he stuffed it in his mouth. But all in all it was fun, and I had just enough to give one more to Tikki, give one to my three main friends, and eat one myself.

As I enter the room, on time for once in my life, Adrien gives my bag a funny look, but says nothing. He just stares at it as I walk past him to my seat, and Nino actually has to shake him to make him stop. It's weird, to say the least.

"What's in the bag, girl? Spill!" Alya is quick to pounce when I sit down, pulling the bag away from me.

"Hey!" I squeak, pulling it back. "I brought cookies." I try to ignore how Adrien freezes when I say it. "And they are to share."

"Ooh, give me!" My best friend says, clapping her hands in excitement. "Your cookies always taste amazing, Marinette. What's the occassion?"

I shrug my shoulder as I fish one out of the bag and hand it to her. "No special occassion, I just wanted to do some baking."

"Dude, I don't mean to eavesdrop..." We both turn to look at Nino and snicker as he hungrily eyes the bag, "But I didn't have time to eat any breakfast. Mind if I have one?"

"Can I have one too, Marinette?" I practically melt inside when Adrien makes eye contact with me and asks, smiling his sweet smile.

"Of couese I can one you to give! Wait, I mean, give one I can to you!" Pitiful I drop my face in my hands, sure it has gone bright red. "I can give you both one, if you want?"

"Heck yeah!" Nino is grinning when I peak through my fingers. "Dupain-Cheng cookies are the best. Anything made by the Dupain-Chengs are the best."

Slightly less mortified, I manage to uncover my face and fish two cookies out for both, handing one to each of them. I almost drop the one I hand to Adrien, but thankfully I manage to successfully pass it over. Once that's accomplished, I pull one put for myself in celebration. I handed something over to Adrien!

And as I munch on mine, I watch Adrien so intently to see his reaction that I almost let Alya snatch mine away. Thankfully, I catch her in time and swat her hand before it comes too close. She groans, but I'm too distracted by my blond crush to care. While Nino and Alya both stuffed theirs into their mouth, Adrien looks his over with a scrutinizing eye. It actually makes me really nervous. What was I thinking, giving him a cookie? He's so rich, he's probably had dozens of cookies that will taste better than mine. Or what if he's allergic to chocolate? Or something else in the cookie? Does it not look appealing enough to eat? If he doesn't like the cookie I've made, I'm ruined!

But finally, he takes a bite, and his eyes widen as if he's had something very important revealed to him. It's obvious that he likes it from his posture, which is a major relief, but there's something off about his reaction. Why is he looking at me in such realization and disbelief? Did he not expect me to do that well at baking a cookie? If it were anyone else, I'd be insulted, but I'm dismayed by the thought.

However, all concerns fly out the window when Adrien stares directly at me and whispers, "M'lady?"

For a moment, my mind pictures my partner and my crush, side by side. As the realization hits me, I don't do very well with handling it. I faint.

And there we have it! A happy, reveal one-shot that didn't end in death! Are you guys proud of me? What did ypu think of the story? Was it good? Bad? I got it from a prompt generator and molded it to fit Miraculous - as I felt like it could totally fit these two - so I hope it was enjoyable. Plus, it was kind of a Ladynoir story! Normally I don't write those, so I hope you enjoyed that change too. Were you expecting the end reveal? Let me know in a review!

Speaking of reviews, if there are any one-shot prompts, genres (appropriate, of course), or ships you'd like to see, please let me know by shooting one to me! I love ideas, and while I might not do every one that is suggested, I will try. I'd also love any feedback on how I could improve in the future, and please let me know what you liked!

And as I said, this was started for my annoying best friend, so here's my message to him: I hope you liked it and that it was happy and cute enough for you, dork. Still can't believe you hunted my account down. You're the worst. c; But I finally finished this for you, so you better appreciate it.

Anyways, until next time, whether it's another one-shot here or an actual update sinde I'm very behind on those.

~ Dagger