A/N: I'm taking a hiatus from this story to focus on some other works I've got in various stages of completion. Rest assured, I'll return to the adventures of Andreas Sniegowski/King Cobra at some point. In the meantime, I want to give a BIG shout-out to KagamiPINKAgreste, not only for inspiring this story thanks to her OC Cecilia Roserade/Deer Heart, but also for including my OC in some of her works and for just being a supportive, loving woman. Have a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah/whatever!

On Sunday, Andreas slept in. Having been to school six days in a row, he valued not having to be awoken by his alarm. Besides, the bed felt so warm and cozy today. Soon enough, though, he felt his legs getting restless, so he got out of bed and fixed himself breakfast.

"Good morning, boo!" said Alicia.

"Good mornin', pal!" said James.

"Good morning." Andreas took a bite of cereal.

"So, what's up for today?" asked James.

Andreas swallowed. "I'm goin' out to a picnic with a couple of my friends from school."

"Cool! What time?"

"12 PM."

"OK, have fun!"

Andreas wasn't quite sure what to get for the picnic, so he got a charcuterie platter. When he got to the Jardin des Tuileries, he wasn't quite sure where to find Adrien and Kagami other than that they'd be near the Louvre, so he headed in that direction. Fortunately for him, it didn't take him long to find the two lovebirds.

"Hey Andreas!" Adrien waved at him. "Glad you could make it!"

"I am glad as well," said Kagami.

Andreas set down a towel on the grass. "I'm also glad, although to be honest, I'm surprised that you two showed up before me. Usually, I'm the early bird when it comes to being on time for things."

Adrien smiled. "What can I say? I'm just ameowzing like that!"

"So Andreas, where's Rose?" asked Kagami. "Was she not supposed to show up with you?"

Andreas shrugged. "Well, I figured that she…"

"ANDREAS!"

Andreas turned around and saw Rose rushing towards him with a picnic basket of her own. She set down the basket, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Even though he'd already kissed her before, he just couldn't get over how she made the heat rush to his face when her lips met his. Nevertheless, he eagerly wrapped his arms around her.

"How are you doing today, honey?" asked Rose.

"Very good, thank you. And you?"

"I'm doing well!"

Andreas and Rose sat down on the towel, while she opened her picnic basket.

"So, what did you two bring?" asked Kagami.

"Oh, I brought some homemade croque-monsieur!" replied Rose.

"I didn't bring much except this platter," said Andreas.

Adrien gave a thumbs up. "Good enough! Let's eat!"

"Hey everyone!"

Everyone turned to see Marinette and Luka taking a spot next to them.

"Hey Marinette! Hey Luka!" Andreas waved at the two. "What did you two bring?"

"I brought some of my famous macaroons!" said Marinette.

"I brought some Chicken Marengo," said Luka.

Andreas shrugged. "No idea what that is, but it sounds delicious."

And so, everyone dug in. For starters, Andreas had some of his charcuterie platter, one of Rose's croque-monsieur sandwiches – a type of ham sandwich – and some beef teriyaki that Kagami brought. In particular, the croque-monsieur got Andreas' attention:

"Rose, this is really good! I mean, I've made croque-monsieur before, but it was nowhere near this good!"

"It's an old family recipe of mine!"

"You'll have to make it more often, then!" Marinette took a bite of some pâté and bread that came as part of Andreas' charcuterie board.

"Personally, I think nothing can beat Kagami's Japanese cooking," said Adrien. "Although Marinette's desserts are to die for as well."

"I do think Marinette makes the best desserts I've ever had," said Kagami. "However, Andreas' fudge was the best fudge I've ever tasted."

Andreas smiled. "Glad you liked it, Kagami! I'll have to make it again!"

Kagami smiled. "Please do."

Andreas grabbed some Chicken Marengo from Luka as well as a couple of macaroons from Marinette and some sweet and sour pork that Adrien made. He took a bite of the Chicken Marengo – a dish of chicken sauteed in oil with garlic and tomato, also including fried eggs and crayfish. He nodded.

"Luka, this is really good. I'll have to…"

Andreas paused when he heard some smoochy sounds. He looked over, only to see Adrien and Kagami making out. Then he felt somebody tap him on the shoulder:

"Andreas, look at Adrien and Kagami being so lovey-dovey with each other!" said Rose. "Doesn't that make you want to enjoy me?"

"Rose…!"

Before Andreas could respond, Rose toppled him over, straddled him and proceeded to make out with him as well. Despite being surprised by her sudden burst of strength, and despite being flustered, he eagerly wrapped his arms around her. There had been times when he'd fantasized about having a girl dominate him, and now that it had become a reality, he felt as though he was in absolute heaven. However, it was clear that there were two people who didn't exactly approve of this obscene amount of loving:

"Luka, you handle Adrien and Kagami," said Marinette. "I'll take care of Rose and Andreas."

"Right."

Marinette and Luka attempted to separate the two loving couples, but it was clear that it would take more than a jackhammer to separate the two.

On the way to Rose's house, Rose asked Andreas a question:

"So, have you thought of where you'd like to go for our next date?"

"Hmmm…" Andreas stroked his chin, and then snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"

"Oh?" Rose leaned in a bit closer to Andreas.

"Why don't we go see a movie? I'll look up what's playing and get back to you if there's anything good."

"Great idea!"

"Oh, and Rose…"

"Yes?"

"Has anyone told you how exquisitely beautiful you are?"

"Not like you have, honey! You're very handsome, too!"

"To be honest, I usually prefer girls with bigger boobs, but I think pretty much any girl can be beautiful if she's got the right stuff, and you my dear have exactly the right stuff." Andreas smiled.

"Awww, you're such a sweetie! Girls are more than just our boobs, but still, it's nice that you can see beauty in anyone!"

Eventually, the two reached Rose's house.

"Well, we're here!" Rose put her hands on Andreas' shoulders. "See you soon!"

Rose gave Andreas another kiss before they parted ways.

At home, Andreas was on his computer, typing up some materials for the series that him, Marc and Nathaniel were going to work on. He'd decided on Little Miss Hand Cannon for the title. It was about a detective for the Boston Police Department who had a side job as a plus-size model. He made the protagonist a Black woman named Radhika McNabb, mainly because a lot of the "cowboy cop" characters he made up were men, plus he loved strong women, and he thought that Black women in particular could use more positive representation in media. While he was working on the materials, he heard knocking on his door.

"Come in," said Andreas.

The door opened, and James stepped in.

"Hey bud, I'm goin' out to supper with one of my friends. You and Mom gonna be OK here?"

Andreas smiled. "Of course we are! You know us, right?"

"Bloody right I do!"

Andreas gave a look of resignation. "Pop, you have a terrible English accent. Just stop."

James chuckled. "I'm only teasin' ya! Love you!"

"Love you too."

James left the room, after which Andreas released Cobbs from his pouch.

"Having fun, my young serpent?"

Andreas smiled. "Plenty! I have a beautiful girlfriend, I've made plenty of friends…life could never be better!"

Cobbs smiled as well. "Well, I am glad for you. I told you that you had this."

"I sure do!"

"Though I will admit, I feel a bit rusty for not being called upon in these past two days."

"Sorry, had to take some heat off. Ladybug and Cat Noir were getting suspicious of me."

"Yes, I have heard much of Ladybug and Cat Noir. I deeply admire them, but sadly, past holders of the Cobra Miraculous have been unfairly persecuted for their willingness to take justice into their own hands. After all, many of the greatest victories in wars and revolutions happened because people were willing to take matters into their own hands."

"Good point. Let's check the news to see what's going on."

Andreas turned on the TV and switched it over to the news.

"Don't be bemused; it's just the news! I'm Nadja Chamack. In today's breaking news story, an armored truck has been hijacked on its way from a local branch of BNP Paribas. No information exists about the hijackers or their motives other that they are armed and extremely dangerous. Residents are advised to stay out of the truck's way and let Paris' finest – Ladybug and Cat Noir – handle the situation."

"That is…if I don't get there first! Cobbs, venom ready!"

Meanwhile, on the Boulevard de la Villette, a black Scania armored truck barrelled through traffic, with five masked men – including the guy driving the truck – gloating over their score:

"Great shot, boys!" said the leader. "We'll be climbing up that crystal staircase for sure!"

"But Louis, what about Ladybug and Cat Noir?" asked one of the robbers.

"Relax, Jean-Philippe! We'll be well outta Paris by the time they catch up!"

One of the guards muttered something through the duct tape and gag over his mouth.

"What's a matter?" said Louis. "No cat got your tongue?"

The robbers had a good laugh over the situation. Then, they heard a loud "thump" on the roof of the truck.

"What was that?" said one of the robbers.

"Charles, open the door and check that out!" said Louis.

"Got it, boss!"

Charles opened one of the rear doors to the truck. Unfortunately for him, this proved to be his undoing, for King Cobra swung in and delivered a powerful kick to his chest.

"What the hell!?"

The robbers all attempted to draw their guns, but King Cobra was quicker on the draw and managed to waste them all. He then turned his attention to the bound and gagged guards:

"It's OK, guys. I'm gonna get you out of this."

King Cobra undid the guards' gags and restraints, unaware that the truck was coming to a stop.

"You guys all right?" asked King Cobra.

One of the guards nodded. "Y-yes! Thank you so much, whoever you are!"

"My name is King Cobra. I'm the new sheriff in town."

Suddenly, King Cobra was alerted to a series of frantic footsteps. He turned towards the rear door and saw the fifth robber with his Heckler & Koch MP5A5 drawn. However, this guy also met a nasty end.

"I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?" said King Cobra.

King Cobra proceeded to leave, but Ladybug & Cat Noir showed up before he could make himself scarce.

"Well well, if it isn't the other snake!" said Cat Noir. "I thought we were purr-fect, but you're ameowzing!"

"Cat Noir!" Ladybug turned to King Cobra. "You, you're under arrest!"

"For what?"

"For stealing an armored car!"

"Ladybug, I assure you that I didn't steal this armored car. Even look at the dead bodies of the real robbers."

"Even so, I can't let you get away. Come with us!"

King Cobra glared deeply into Ladybug's bluebell eyes, pondering her words. Then, he gave his answer:

"Eat lead, Loserbug."

King Cobra fired at Ladybug, but only aimed at her feet because even if she was trying to arrest him, she was still a superhero, and his moral code prohibited killing her. She tried to tie him up with her yo-yo, but he jumped to the side and narrowly missed it.

"Looks like I'll have to extend my help!"

Cat Noir expanded his baton and attempted to smack King Cobra, but the venomous vigilante fired at his feet at well.

(I like Cat Noir better than Ladybug, and I hate to shoot at him, but he won't get outta my way. Oh well.)

Sure enough, both Ladybug and Cat Noir had managed to backflip away from the oncoming .44 slugs, but that gave King Cobra enough time to dodge into a side street and hide behind some parked cars. Ladybug and Cat Noir followed, but because of the venomous vigilante's stealth skills, he proved to be tougher to find than Jimmy Hoffa:

"Where could he have gone?" said Cat Noir.

"He definitely went down this street!" said Ladybug. "Keep going!"

King Cobra waited until the two Miraculous teenagers were out of sight, and then he ducked into an alcove that led to a car garage.

"Cobbs, antidote."

Having de-transformed without being seen, Andreas casually walked back home.

Criticism is gold. Negativity and nitpicking are pyrite.