The submitted prompt:
I haven't seen you post with the one liners but here's one if you're still doing it: "it rained that day"

It rained that day.

Calmly and warm. The type of rain that makes you let down your defenses. The type of rain that feels so cleansing. The type of rain that makes you forget that it could make you sick.

Marinette was 22 and hopelessly unlucky. She looked out the large wall window she sat near in the cafe and continued to glance back and forth between her watch and the people that walked up and down the side walk shielding themselves from the pouring rain. Her ladybug shaped wristwatch read 14:20. He was over an hour late. Two hours and twenty minutes late to be exact. Marinette's fingers ran through her newly shortened hair and she brushed her bangs back out of her face with her fingers. She stared down at the empty coffee cup and let out a sigh.

"He isn't coming…" she muttered to herself slowly standing at the table. Her hands gripped the sides of her dark red dress tightly. It was the second time that month she had been stood up. Alya only meant well, she just wanted to set her friend up with someone she thought would be good. Thought it was usually some guy that she worked with.

Maybe they just keep forgetting She thought to herself. She never really was someone who people remembered. She was more of someone who was easily forgettable.

High school was something different. Sure she had friends but when they all graduated they went their separate ways. Alya seemed to be the only one who stayed in Paris. Or France really. Alya continued to work as a reporter still trying to get the scoop on Paris' most prized savior. Marinette herself still worked in her parents bakery when she had the chance. She designed clothing on the side, mostly just her own clothing, like the dress she was wearing.

Marinette paid for the coffee and walked out of the café. Reaching out from underneath the awning feeling the pitter patter of the rain drops on her soft hands. She took off her black heels and carried them in her hand letting her bare feet touch the warmed side walk and dip into the warm puddles of the rain water. Looking up at the darkened skies she closed her eyes feeling the rain drip down on her face and trail down her neck and chest until it reached the beginning of the cloth of her dress. The rain water continued to shower her body dripping down her bare shoulders and all the way down to her wrists feeling the drops hanging down on her finger tips. Her hair dampened against her face and she raised her fingers to brush it off her face.

She made her way down the damn sidewalk and through the puddles until she reached a small park that seemed isolate. No one but Marinette was unlucky enough to be caught in the Parisian rain storm nor would be willing to spend more time than they had to out in it. She stood there, in the center of the park. Face pointed up to the cloud covered skies, rain coating her entire body. It had reached the point where she couldn't tell wether it was the rain trailing down her cheeks or tears.

But she smiled.

That's all she could do. Smile, because the rain felt so good against her bare skin, because this was her last time getting stood up by anyone, because she could finally go home.

It wasn't until Marinette felt a warm hand touch her shoulder. Her vision soon became sheltered by a black umbrella that made it's way over her face.

Marinette tucked her hair behind her ears and turned to face the man in buttoned up shirt and deep blue jeans.

"You know… You shouldn't stand out in the rain." He said flashing a smile, "Even though the rain is warm you could still get really sick."

She froze, it was something about him. Something that seemed familiar. She examined his face and felt her heart beat against her chest.

"Here, you can take it." He said pushing the umbrella towards her, "I think you need it more than I do." He smiled looking the girl up and down. Something looked familiar about her. Her eyes. He knew those eyes from somewhere.

"Oh-uh… Thanks." She said gripping the bottom of the umbrella but still keeping it between them to shelter the two of them from the rain. Marinette wiped the rain away from her face and sniffled her nose. Her eyes met his she stared for a while. The bright green eyes stared back into hers and she froze. She'd know those eyes any where.

A smiled perked up from the corner of his lips. There it was, that same cheeky smile. A smile that fought by her side for years while she was in high school.

He couldn't look away from her eyes it was like he had gotten lost into them, "Your eyes…" he mumbled shaking his head and breaking his gaze from hers, "Sorry, you just remind me of someone." He laughed, "Anyway I should get going, I wanna make it home before I start looking like you." He said gesturing to the soaking wet girl standing before him.

Marinette let out a small giggle and gripped the umbrella in both of her hands tightly biting down on her lips, "Thanks…" she smiled, the sounds around her beginning to drown out and the pattering of the top of the umbrella.

She stood there watching him for a moment as he began to walk away. His thick blonde locks slowly beginning to wet and sink down against his face and head. He brushed his fingers through his hair and shook it around trying to get the wetness out of it and he looked back at her and flashed a smile.

She felt a shortness of breath take over her body and she held onto the umbrella tightly taking a couple steps forward, "C-…" She knew his face. His smile. His eyes. His hair, "Chaton…!" She called out stopping dead in her tracks as the tall, blonde make turned to face her. The umbrella fell to her side and the both were soon coated in rain.

She opened her mouth once more as soon as he stopped, "Chaton…" She said again. Heaving heavily, the rain weighing down her bangs until they blocked her vision. Reaching up to move her bangs out of her eyes when she was stopped by a large hand moving her hair out of the way for her.

She stared up him sucking in a large breath, "Cha-"

"My Lady." He said, his green eyes brighting at the nickname that rolled off his tongue, "Is that really you…" He breathed out.

Marinette dropped the umbrella that was now filling slowly with water and wrapped her arms around his waste and pulling herself into his dampened shirt.

His strong arms reached around her small body and held on to her tightly. The form of her body was so familiar to him, it was her.

It was his lady.

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