A/N: A couple things- All Charm rights go to -BelovedRobin, All Gambette rights go to myself, all pancake rights go to whomever invented them, and this is just a short little Charm/Gambette one-shot. No intended romance, just a little humor cause I was bored XD
u know something’s wrong when you’re making pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and u feel like someone’s watching you, waiting to strike. That’s how I, Ryella Monique Le Beau, felt this morning while making some pancakes. I looked out the window, but saw no one there. I looked at the ingredients on my list, and realized I need the butter. I turned to the fridge of my house which my generous (and rich) friend the Scarlet Witch had gotten for me to grab the boter when a boy burst through my window. He was wearing a gas mask, along with dark clothing. I did the thing that came naturally: screamed.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” I screamed. He pulled out a gun.
“Finish making these” he ordered, his voice distorted door the mask. I raised an eye brow, but finished the pannekoeken, pannenkoeken anyways.
“Who are you?” I asked, meer calmly this time.
“I, miss Le Beau, am Charm” he said, his gun still in one hand. With a quick movement, my hair shot out and snatched up the brand arm.
“I don’t appreciate you’re barging into my home pagina and stealing my food” I said, glaring him down. Without seeing it, I knew he was smiling.
“You really ‘ought to be meer careful with your words, Ryella. u don’t know what other little surprises I have up my sleeve if u are to displease me” he said, shaking his head slightly. A smirk graced my lips.
“Like if I were to take your pannekoeken, pannenkoeken away?” I said. My hand shot out with lightning speed and snatched the breakfast up. I then proceeded to run from my house, laughing. I heard a frustrated yell and Charm followed.
“Give me the pancakes!” he screamed
“I’ll give u them if u can catch me!” I shouted joyously. With agility that would impress an acrobat, I flipped up into a tree, then launched myself onto a nearby roof top. Charm was not far behind. But for all his skill, he was no match for me. Though I did have to admit, he was pretty good. Not like I’d ever say that out loud. door the time I had gegeven up, it was dark out and I was starving. I waited behind a boom for Charm to race by. He stopped instantly when he saw me set down the plate of now cold pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and pulled out some utensils.
“Hungry?” I asked, tossing him a pancake. I heard him giggle like a maniac and I swear I heard him murmur, “My precious” in a demonic voice. After finishing my food, I pulled out some cards.
“Wanna see a card trick?” I asked
“Sure” Charm shrugged, completely happy now that he had gotten his pancakes. I smirked and charged the card I was holding and walked over to him. He was frozen in place. Just like my father, I had a mesmerizing affect in my red eyes; if someone were to look into them while my powers were activated, they would become entranced. I gave the card to Charm, then walked off.
“Au revoir, mon cher” I waved over my shoulder. I watched from the top, boven of a building as Charm snapped from the trance and threw the card, running off. The explosion knocked him off his feet and I laughed, loud and clear through the spring night.
“Gambette!” he yelled.
“Shit” I muttered, running off into the night.
“You’d better get back here!” he yelled, following me as the chase begun again.
“No way!” As I was running, I looked back, only to find Charm was gone, relieved, I stopped. I turned around to face the way I was going and found Charm, standing there, arms folded across his chest.
“SHIT! DAMNIT CHARM!” I shrieked. Before I could pounce away, he smirked, then ran off. I raised an eyebrow. That’s when I heard it: a faint beeping. I looked down and found a bomb attached to a note. I grabbed the note, then dived off the building.
Dear Ryella,
This was fun. We should do it again sometime.
Sincerely, Charm.
PS, this note is going to blow up in about 5, 4, 3…
I never let the count down finish, for I had blown up the paper on my own, eyes glowing with hate.
“CHARM!” I screamed into the night. On the night air, I could’ve sworn I heard him go, “F*CK!” If I ever saw him again, I would strap him to a chair and eat pannekoeken, pannenkoeken in his face. Meanwhile, unknown to Ryella, Charm was laughing his ezel off at her reaction to the note.
u know something’s wrong when you’re making pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and u feel like someone’s watching you, waiting to strike. That’s how I, Ryella Monique Le Beau, felt this morning while making some pancakes. I looked out the window, but saw no one there. I looked at the ingredients on my list, and realized I need the butter. I turned to the fridge of my house which my generous (and rich) friend the Scarlet Witch had gotten for me to grab the boter when a boy burst through my window. He was wearing a gas mask, along with dark clothing. I did the thing that came naturally: screamed.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” I screamed. He pulled out a gun.
“Finish making these” he ordered, his voice distorted door the mask. I raised an eye brow, but finished the pannekoeken, pannenkoeken anyways.
“Who are you?” I asked, meer calmly this time.
“I, miss Le Beau, am Charm” he said, his gun still in one hand. With a quick movement, my hair shot out and snatched up the brand arm.
“I don’t appreciate you’re barging into my home pagina and stealing my food” I said, glaring him down. Without seeing it, I knew he was smiling.
“You really ‘ought to be meer careful with your words, Ryella. u don’t know what other little surprises I have up my sleeve if u are to displease me” he said, shaking his head slightly. A smirk graced my lips.
“Like if I were to take your pannekoeken, pannenkoeken away?” I said. My hand shot out with lightning speed and snatched the breakfast up. I then proceeded to run from my house, laughing. I heard a frustrated yell and Charm followed.
“Give me the pancakes!” he screamed
“I’ll give u them if u can catch me!” I shouted joyously. With agility that would impress an acrobat, I flipped up into a tree, then launched myself onto a nearby roof top. Charm was not far behind. But for all his skill, he was no match for me. Though I did have to admit, he was pretty good. Not like I’d ever say that out loud. door the time I had gegeven up, it was dark out and I was starving. I waited behind a boom for Charm to race by. He stopped instantly when he saw me set down the plate of now cold pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and pulled out some utensils.
“Hungry?” I asked, tossing him a pancake. I heard him giggle like a maniac and I swear I heard him murmur, “My precious” in a demonic voice. After finishing my food, I pulled out some cards.
“Wanna see a card trick?” I asked
“Sure” Charm shrugged, completely happy now that he had gotten his pancakes. I smirked and charged the card I was holding and walked over to him. He was frozen in place. Just like my father, I had a mesmerizing affect in my red eyes; if someone were to look into them while my powers were activated, they would become entranced. I gave the card to Charm, then walked off.
“Au revoir, mon cher” I waved over my shoulder. I watched from the top, boven of a building as Charm snapped from the trance and threw the card, running off. The explosion knocked him off his feet and I laughed, loud and clear through the spring night.
“Gambette!” he yelled.
“Shit” I muttered, running off into the night.
“You’d better get back here!” he yelled, following me as the chase begun again.
“No way!” As I was running, I looked back, only to find Charm was gone, relieved, I stopped. I turned around to face the way I was going and found Charm, standing there, arms folded across his chest.
“SHIT! DAMNIT CHARM!” I shrieked. Before I could pounce away, he smirked, then ran off. I raised an eyebrow. That’s when I heard it: a faint beeping. I looked down and found a bomb attached to a note. I grabbed the note, then dived off the building.
Dear Ryella,
This was fun. We should do it again sometime.
Sincerely, Charm.
PS, this note is going to blow up in about 5, 4, 3…
I never let the count down finish, for I had blown up the paper on my own, eyes glowing with hate.
“CHARM!” I screamed into the night. On the night air, I could’ve sworn I heard him go, “F*CK!” If I ever saw him again, I would strap him to a chair and eat pannekoeken, pannenkoeken in his face. Meanwhile, unknown to Ryella, Charm was laughing his ezel off at her reaction to the note.
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