A/N: So why haven't I updated since July last year? Because I simply blinked and suddenly it's 2025 like WHAT THE FUCK!?
Nothing much to say ENJOY LMAO.
"Hop into the carriage, take me drivin'
I transform myself with a huge glow-up
The world's at my mercy, beware of my fancy (Fancy)
Amidst the glaze, we're dancing"
ビビデバ (Bibbidiba) - 星街すいせい (Hoshimachi Suisei) - Covered by FantasticYouth
Pairing - Ladynoir
Prompt - Fried Chicken
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She was all wobbly legs and feverish cheeks, sweaty forehead and aching muscles and her vision went blurry from time to time in a manner she remembered Alya would often describe whenever the latter tried to see without her glasses. But Ladybug was absolutely, immensely determined to achieve her goal no matter what. No amount of muscular pains and scratchy throats is enough to deter her from the heavenly place that was 'Mo's Chickalickin' Chicken'.
Oh, yes.
She has literally been dreaming of getting another taste of Mo's fried chicken after (stealing) borrowing a wing from Nino's lunchbox a few days ago and the way her entire life changed for the better after one, singular bite was practically indescribable.
The way the outside was deliciously seasoned and spiced to perfection and had her tastebuds dancing for more. The way it let out a satisfying crunch when her teeth sank in and sent a tsunami of dopamine to her usually exhausted brain. The way the inside was just so juicy and melted in her mouth.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
She was READY.
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Ladybug was finally only a few feet away from the counter inside the shop, completely blind to the way the staff eyed her with concern and deaf to their questions as she wheezed and attempted to get some money out from her yoyo with her shaking hands.
Ohohoho, yes, yes, YES!
Finally, she was going to get all the yummy wings she had been yearning for what seemed like centuries without anyone telling her what to do because nobody fucking tells Ladybug what to do—
"Ehem."
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Well, she spoke too soon.
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Begrudgingly, she turned around and the heroine found herself face to face with her seething partner who didn't hold back with his glare at all. He had one hand on his hip with a clawed finger tapping the bone impatiently, an eyebrow (attractively) raised under the dark mask and his baton was out on the other hand which displayed her location on the digital map with a big fat red circle.
Damn it.
"And what exactly are you doing here, out and about in your current, sickly state, Ladybug?" OoOOoOooh! No endearments, no nicknames, no nothing! He was NOT playing around and suddenly she feared that she wasn't going to get a taste of those heavenly fried chicken wings tonight!
"...Was just sayin' hello to these people...tha's all…" She slurred, her throat feeling like it was getting stapled with burning hot iron needles after every croaky syllable that left her lips. "So?" Once again, her partner wasn't playing around and he simply raised his brow even higher, lips tightening into an unimpressed straight line and his feline pupils nothing but slits.
It kind of felt like they were a married couple of seven years minimum and she was caught sneaking out to drink with her friends at a party when she had work the very next day at nine in the morning.
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BUT THEY AREN'T.
SO HE SHOULD QUIT ACTING LIKE HER HUSBAND SHOULDN'T HE!?
"You didn't serve her anything did you?" He asked the staff, ignoring the way she visibly bristled from the way he ignored her in a manner that was more appropriate for his namesake (she may or may not have hissed). After receiving the confirmation from the concerned citizens that they have not in fact served the sick heroine their tasty yet greasy and sodium-rich food that would have worsened her health, Chat Noir faced his partner once more with a harrumph.
"You. You're going back to bed."
And she decided to be a brat.
"You can't stop me."
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"Come back when you're better, Ladybug!" One of the staff members waved whilst trying not to laugh at the way the heroine whined and squirmed on her partner's shoulder, the boy left with no choice but to carry her like a sack of potatoes. Times like this is why the member didn't mind working the minimum wage job— though they did raise a brow and then roll their eyes at the chef who darted out of the store just to record the heroes on his phone. Undoubtedly, he was going to upload it online and gain millions of views.
"NooOOooo...my chicken...my delicious…fried…chicken!" Ladybug cried hoarsely, tears pooling in her eyes and her snifflings growing in volume. "You're evil. So, so evil. I will bite you, Chat Noir!" Just to prove her point, she began gnawing on his feline ear as he hopped from rooftop to rooftop, looking for their usual rendezvous spot where he knew she'd get back home safe and sound.
And if she attempted to sneak away to the chicken shop again, he was going to wrap her up in a blanket (burrito style) and make her sleep in the hotel instead where they were given a room that they were allowed to use whenever they wanted.
"I'll buy you all the chicken you want once you're better, my Lady." He set her down with a sigh, not giving a damn that the slobber that she left on his kitten ear was definitely going to make him sick next.
"...You promise?"
How could he ever say no to those big, blue eyes?
"Cross my heart. The sooner you get better the sooner you'll get all the nice food you want." The adorable, sweet smile she wore was worth all the pain and sickness that was soon to come at his end and when she leapt at him gleefully for an even sweeter hug, he couldn't help but kiss her head lovingly. Surprisingly (to an onlooker at least), she could be such a handful at times but he would never, ever change a single thing about her.
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The following day, Adrien was disgustingly sick and unfortunately stuck in bed for the next forty-eight hours or so.
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But it was so worth it because Marinette came over after recovering from her own cold and brought some wonderful chicken soup made by her mother.
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A/N: Every comment = (1) fried chicken wing for Marinette. Let her eat chicken 2k25 fellas.
Bye.