A/N. *Nervous laughter* Wow and it only took me a year to update this fic. Welp, um, Merry Christmas?

-Mistletoe Mishap-

Chat Noir feels like an idiot. He blames being homeschooled for most of his life and the remarkable lack of mistletoe in all of the Christmas parties he's been forced to attend, but it's not like he hasn't seen enough romcoms to know that if you want to kiss a girl during the holidays, mistletoe is probably your best bet. He can't believe he didn't come up with this idea himself.

As Adrien, he's careful to withdraw the money he needs instead of using his credit card—heaven knows the last thing he needs is his father to start questioning why he was being charged with an inordinate amount of mistletoe—and as Chat Noir, he slinks around Paris with a large bag of the plant slung over his shoulder.

He doesn't think he'll ever forget that shopkeepers face when he asked for all that mistletoe.

Oh well, it's all for a good cause. (And by that, he means spreading Christmas cheer around the city like what happened in school, not for kissing Ladybug, obviously, not that he'd object to such a thing, also obviously.)

Once he's satisfied that there is plenty of mistletoe to go around Paris, he heads to the Eiffel Tower to meet up with Ladybug for patrol. He's feeling slightly flushed, which is odd considering he has absolutely no reason to feel flushed right now, but he's probably just excited to kiss see his Lady.

Ladybug's already there by the time he arrives, ready to greet him with a bright smile, which he returns when he lands. "You look pawstively radiant tonight, Milady," he says.

Ladybug rolls her eyes good-naturedly and reaches for the yo-yo at her hip. "Less flirting, more patrolling, chaton."

He follows her as she swings off the tower and onto a nearby rooftop, laughing as they end up playing a game of tag as they go from building to building. He catches sight of one of the alleys he hid a sprig of mistletoe in and points as if he sees something. "Wait, Ladybug! I think I saw something down there!"

His Lady's brows furrow in concern behind her mask and she nods in acknowledgement before they lower themselves into the alley. Chat begins to feel nervous for the first time throughout this whole plan. It makes him flush ever more and he begins to itch uncomfortably. What if Ladybug gets upset? Or thinks it's unprofessional? What if she agrees to kiss him? Oh God what if she agrees to kiss him and regrets it? He's never kissed anyone before! What if he's horrible at it? What if—

He's broken out of his growing panic when Ladybug stifles a giggle behind her hand. Is that a good thing? Giggling is good, right?

His eyes follow where her sight is trained and he chokes when he realizes someone else has found his mistletoe and was taking full advantage of it. How did they even find this particular mistletoe? It's in an alley for God's sakes! What kind of hooligans would—

Wait. He recognizes those headphones and that set of curls.

He huffs in annoyance and accidentally draws the attention of the couple under the plant. Nino and Alya jump apart and stare wide eyed at the superheroes with flushed cheeks. "Ladybug! Chat Noir!" Alya recovers first as Ladybug tries to hide her amusement. "We, um, didn't think you'd guys be passing by here."

"Babe, that's why we were here in the first place. You've been stalking them for like a month now for the blog. That's how we ended up here and found this really oddly placed mistletoe."

"Nino Lahiffe, I will kill you if you don't stop talking."

"Right. Sorry."

"It's our fault for interrupting, really," Ladybug laughs. She gestures to Chat with head and says, "Chat thought he saw something and we decided to check it out and well, he wasn't wrong, but we usually break up akuma fights, not PDA."

"It was hardly PDA, we are in a pretty private alley."

"Nino."

"Right. Sorry, babe."

"Anyway," Ladybug interrupts, "we're really sorry for interrupting. We'll be on our way now, right, Chat?"

"It was not oddly placed," he grumbles.

"What was that?"

"I said, let's go, Milady," Chat says loudly and vaults himself back onto the roof, Ladybug following behind him. Well, it's not like there isn't any other mistletoe around the city. He should know, after all.

Paris, no, the world, dare he even say, Christmas is working against him. All of his mistletoe is either missing or otherwise occupied. The only consolation is that Ladybug doesn't seem to be suspicious, though she does make a passing comment about the abundance of mistletoe today.

And as if that wasn't enough, the flushed, itchy feeling seems to be getting worse. He didn't think he was getting any more nervous, but what else could it be?

He stops to take a breather once his gloves starts to feel oddly tight around his hands. Ladybug pauses with him and turns to him with a concerned expression on her face. "Are you okay, Chat?"

"Fine, Milady, just needed a break," he wheezes.

"Chat, don't take this the wrong way, but you're looking a little puffy."

"Puffy?!"

"Did you eat anything you might be allergic to, maybe?"

"What? No, I haven't eaten anything out the usual," he says, thinking back to his lunch. He knows he hasn't come into contact with anything he's allergic to recently.

Unless…

No. Oh no.

He pulls out the back up mistletoe he was keeping in his pocket with a horrified look.

"Chat? Why do you have mistletoe in your pocket?" Ladybug asks and he throws the plant over the roof. "Chat?"

"ImightbeallergictomistletoeandnowIjustreallywanttogohomebeforeIblowuplikeaballoon," he says in a rush as he grabs his baton and turns away from his Lady. He can feel his face puffing up and the last thing he needs is Ladybug seeing him in all his allergic glory. "I gotta go take some medicine, see you, Milady!" he says in a rush, only slowing down once he reaches his window and releases his transformation.

Even the wheel of camembert he throws at Plagg can't stop the kwami's laughter at his expense.

A/N. I'm very sorry for torturing the poor Sunshine Child but I saw an opportunity and I took it HAHA. I'm also glad to have FINALLY complete this two-shot. Merry Christmas, y'all!

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