Ten Years of Silence
After the defeat of Hawkmoth, Paris had become quiet. Things were simple, akumas didn’t happen, and in that way, Ladybug and Chat Noir were no longer needed, though Master Fu intrusted Adrien and the Marinette to hold onto their miraculous- “We’ll never know when the world will need Ladybug and Chat Noir again,” The older guardian spoke wisely. Graduation came and went, sweeping friends in all different directions, Marinette herself had been accepted into an internship for fashion design, which for five years swept her away from her home and those she loved.
Her small frame remained slender, her curves filling out as she grew older, her twenties treating her kindly as her blue-black hair grew out, often worn down and pulled over her shoulder. The young woman had grown out of her clumsy ways, replacing it instead with careful grace, though there was one constant in her years; her kindness.
Returning to Paris had been a surprise, the bluebell eyed woman eager clutching her suitcase as she exited the plane, looking around at the bright baby blue sky littered with puffy white clouds. The Eiffel Tower stood proud against the skyline. With a soft giggle the young woman took off in a run, feeling much more like herself as she let her feet carry her across pavements toward her old home. The bakery was alive and well, her slender form pushing past the door, squealing like a young child when she saw her shocked parents.
“Mom, dad!” Her suitcase dropped as she threw her arms around both of them, her feet lifted off the ground a moment as the trio took a moment to exchange greetings. Settling back in was easy, her old room still in the same condition she had left it, save the photos of Adrien- those had been replaced with group photos of everyone, along with some pin up design inspiration.
When the sun began to set, Marinette and Tikki moved to leave the home, walking the streets of Paris while the sun dipped lower, bathing the city of love in oranges, golds, pinks, and purples.
“I’ve missed this, Tikki,” Marinette whispered as they made their way to the Eiffel Tower, taking the elevator to the top to get a glimpse of the city with a birds eye view... But one thing Marinette wasn’t expecting, was to see the Black Cat she had fought crime with all those years ago, perched on the railing looking out. Tikki swiftly dove into the blue-black haired woman’s bag while Marinette gave a small smile, her pink shirt looking near purple in the fading light.
“Bonjour, Chat Noir,” The woman said with a bright smile. Even after all these years, the heroine wondered who he was, behind the mask. .
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