A/N: So lemme give you a little context on what inspired this silly drabble. At the beginning of secondary school (when I was 11-12 years old), our canteen served these amazing, delicious chocolate chip cookies. They were generous with the chocolate chip, the size was large and when you got them when they were warm? Oh, HEAVEN.
But then.
BUT FUCKING THEN.
THEY REPLACED THE COOKIES WITH SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY VILE AND HORRENDOUS.
"You're about to become laughable, I might just play with you
Don't bring me down down, don't bring me down
Please stop acting like you're all that, show me babe"
에버글로우 (Everglow) - 라디다 (La Di Da), covered by Johnny
Pairing - Ladynoir
Prompt - 'Cookies'
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Betrayal.
That's all that Chat Noir could feel.
That's all that Chat Noir could taste.
And that's all he felt when it came to his beloved Ladybug.
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"Chaton? Really? You're still sulking about it? Stop being a baby, you silly boy," His partner's endeared voice went on deaf ears as he continued to eye the circle of betrayal in his hand that he took one bite out of without looking twice. "Ugh. All this over a prank of switching your cookies with raisin ones..." She rolled her eyes and went back to playing the games on her yoyo, blissfully aware of her partner's new, seething vengeance against raisins. If he got akumatised over it, she can just shove the dreaded cookies in his mouth and it would be an instant win for her.
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'You! It's all your fault!'
A very pissed off and severely glowering Chat Noir stared daggers at the brand new cookie factory a few feet ahead of him, their delicious wafting scent like ashes to his nose and upturning his stomach. He scowled even further, faux tail ripping into the roof tiles and chimneys surrounding him like a dull axe trying to hack into them clumsily.
And what was so special about this factory?
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It was a raisin cookie factory.
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And the owners had the BALLS to deliver them to all the schools in Paris, forcing poor, helpless students like him to CONSUME said outrageous cookies that defiled his poor tastebuds!
Oh, how he's going to relish the chaos and menace he's about to unleash on this dreaded factory-
"Chat Noir."
SHIT!
Turning around, he was face to face with his unimpressed partner, her beady glare making his feline ears lower in submission and an embarrassing "mew?" escape his pouty lips.
"Either you come with me willingly and we leave this area, FAR away from the factory or I drag your sorry butt with me. Which is it?"
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He is not called an angel for a reason.
"JUST LET ME AT LEAST SCARE THE WORKERS! OR EVEN DESTROY EVERY SINGLE PATHETIC RAISIN IN THERE! PLEASE-"
And he was dragged away by the tail, his pitiful whines and yowls falling on deaf ears of the busy Parisians below who paid no mind to his umpteenth attempt in trying to tear down the cookie factory.
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A/N: Chat Noir should have been allowed to bully the owner of the cookie factory. He deserved to destroy the factory. THE POOR LAD.