Marichat prompt: Aged up
Late one evening, Paris’s masked protector Chat noir stood ever vigil at the ready to stop any crime should it occure. Nothing will stand in the way of justice, of Paris’s greatest hero, of–“
"Greatest hero, huh?” a voice interrupted Chat Noir’s narrating, causing the hero to stuble on the ledge of Notre Damm. Saidh ero flaied as he teetered, nearly falling if the one who had startled him had not imediatly grabbed onto his tail.
“Careful, mon chatton. I’m not one who buys into the whole myth of cats having nine lives”
After regaining his balance, Chat Noir spun around, heart pounding fom the near death experience. When he saw who had startled him his heart all but stopped. It was the last person he had expected.
“Who else would it be, silly kitty?” She smiled at him. Chat Noir rushed over to her, embrassing her in a firm hug.
“My lady,” his voice cracked. How long had it been since he had seen her? Pulling back, but not quite releasing her he asked, “When did you get back in Paris?”
Ladybug pulled on the braid that was draped on her shoulder.
“I only just got back a couple hours ago.”
“It’s so good to see you. I missed you so much.” He cupped her cheek.
“And I You,” She placed her had over his hand as he bent down for a kiss. They looked at each other for one more moment before pulling completely apart.
Ladybug looked over the city that never seemed to sleep, taking in the beauty of the Eiffel Tower. She hadn’t seen any of if for nearly a year. She smiled at Chat, their hands still clasped.
“I see Paris is still standing, so I guess I left it in good hands, hm?”
Chat clutched at his chest in mock offense.
“Oh you wound me, my lady. I’m just as good at my job, even without my Partner.”
She smiled, raising an eyebrow. "And how many times have I had to save you while we were fighting Hawkmoth, mon chatton?“
"I feel as if I were the one saving you, My Lady.” They got into each other’s faces in a staring contest. It last a full minute before they burst into giggles.
“It IS good to see you tho, My Lady. I see you’ve changed your hair. It looks great.” he ran his hand over the braid, fingering the red bow at the end.
“Thanks. I couldn’t very well keep wearing pigtails, considering my day job.” She looked him over. “I see you’ve let your’s grow out. It’s nice.”
She indicated his hair he had in a low ponytail. He gave a cocky grin.
“Yeah, I’ve let it grow out a little. Wait till you see HIS hair. He leaves it loos and free.”
“Does he now? I can’t wait.” She leaned against him, and he wrapped an arm over her shoulders.
Before long they knocked off their patrol. While still in costume they walked along La Seine.
“So do you have a place to stay?” Chat asked. Ladybug shrugged.
“I was planning on staying at my parents, but its so late. I don’t want to wake them up when I show up.
As they talked they walked past said baker. It stood quiet and dark, it’s inhabitants obviously asleep. They continued their stroll. It was late enough that at this point most of Paris was now asleep. The quiet was nice. Ladybug reverted her transformation first, releasing her kwami. Chat stopped in his tracks to stare at Marinette as Tikki settled on her shoulder.
“Wow, Princess, you look absolutely ravishing this evening!” Chat said with a roguish smile.
She stood in a dark red stripped skirt, her top was a solid black long sleeve shirt and over the outfit was a worn leather jacket. her hair hung in a braid straight down her back, hanging below her shoulders. She slapped him in the chest, shaking her head.
“You’re just saying that, Chat.”
Chat took her hand, kissing it gently on the knuckles.
“Absolutely not. You are the prettiest view in Paris tonight. Much more than the tower reflected in the river.”
Marinette blushed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Chat placed one more kiss on her hand.
“You know, you could always come stay at my apartment”
“Oh? I didn’t know you moved out,” She responded, taking his proffered elbow.
“It took a lot of pushing to get my father to agree to it, but he finally did consent that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and live outside the house.”
“I bet. What about ‘the Gorilla?’” She asked, wiggling her fingers in a spooky kind of motion.
Chat shook his head. “Oh he’s still around, unfortunately.” He chuckled at hte look of horror on her face. “Don’t worry, he’s not living with me. Just in the apartment next to mine.
Marinette shook her head. “That’s good, he definitely would make for an interesting roommate.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes, hand in hand
“Chat, May I ask why you’re still in costume?”
“Well, what kind of a hero would I be if I wasn’t able to protect such a lovely lady as yourself?” He said it in such a boastful voice that Marinette burst into laughter. Chat grinned in response.
“Very well them, I think it’s safe enough tho. I would love to see my boyfriend SOMEtime tonight.”
“As you wish, My Lady.” He said bowing, before reverting his own transformation. Marinette looked over Adrien’s revealed appearance. His outfit was a pair of slacks and a dark blue turtle neck. His kwami landed on his shoulder immediately demanding Camembert. Adrien ran a hand thru his hair which hung just above his shoulders in a neat way. Marinette couldn’t help but giggle.
Once his Kwami had his cheese, the duo resumed their walk.
They continued arm in arm.
“So Marinette, how long are you going to be in town? Are you going back overseas?”
“Actually, that’s why i came by. I got an offer by a very prestigious clothing line.”
“Yes. They gave me quite an offer too. I graciously accepted.”
Adrien felt quite nervous now, as they headed towards his flat.
“You did? That’s great!” He tried to sound happy. He WAS happy for her. Marinette had always been a great designer. That’s why she had traveled overseas to a prestigious design school in another country. But the fact that she had this opportunity, it could mean that she would be traveling again. Maybe even gone even longer.
“Adrien?” Marinette called him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry.” He said sheepishly.
“It’s ok, but you didn’t hear me, obviously. The prestigious designer is your father, goofball!” She giggled at the look of releif on his face. He gave her a grin, and she gave him a peck on his cheek. “And, I’m back to stay in Paris. Atleast for the rest of the school year. I just had my records transferred.”
“Really? Which school?” He asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She replied, pulling back.
“Yes, I would.”
She let go of his hand, walking backwards.
“Well, if you can catch me, Maybe I’ll tell you.” And she took off running, “Tikki, Spots on!”
“Oh no you don’t!” He called out, smiling in adoration, calling for Plagg so he could chase after the love of his life. It was funny, for the longest time it was like a piece of him was missing, and now it was back. And for good.