A/N: So, the context for this drabble is that Daizzi the kwami (pig/boar kwami of jubilation) has travelled to the timeline of Chat Blanc and this is their interaction.


"This morning I woke up in a fortress of distortion

I'm at war with my emotions

I'm at war with the enforcement

Tryna fight for what's right and got sidetracked"

Home - Vince Staples

Pairing - Mariblanc

Prompt - 'Macaron'


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He expected to see the desolate world be rid of the oceans that flooded it thanks to his devastating actions and its buildings back to their old, pristine selves. He expected to see the pillaged moon reversed back to its original, majestic glory and continue its job of illuminating the night sky whilst being surrounded by the twinkling stars.

Hell, he even expected his poor, beloved, pure Ladybug to have life breathed back into her ashen frame and appear back by his side as he have dreamed of constantly for such a long, long time (how many years have it been? Two? Five? Ten? Thirty? He has lost count.)

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He never expected the single, innocent, peach-coloured macaron to appear in his hands (the very same hands that caused the demise of every single living being on the planet).

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At first, he wanted to yell, he wanted to throttle the tiny kwami of jubilation and violently demand them not to fool around and actually give him what he desired the most. But the sight of their sweet, kind eyes and their warm smile calmed the blazing inferno of blue flames that scorched themselves through his veins and cooled down his raging mind.

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He took a hesitant, small bite of the sweet.

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And he was instantly flooded with the memories and love and effort that was baked in this singular confection alone, his vision blurring with tears of longingness and relief and sobs struggling to escape his throat.

Tears ran down his face as he carefully ate the macaron (passion fruit- it was a hand-crafted passion fruit macaron), every single one of his bites was small and savouring as he sniffled and trembled on the spot. They were Marinette's handmade sweets and he almost, almost forgot what they tasted like. He almost forgot that they tasted like home.

Home...at the Dupain-Cheng's...by her side...where her baby blues twinkled with adoration...where her perfect rosy lips would giggle against his...where they would entwine their fingers after every single 'Bien Joue!' against Akumas...

Her.

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"Thank you...thank you so much," And for the first time in a long time...

He smiled.

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A/N: Kinda maddening that there's a lack of angst in this drabble pile.