Hey guys so I wrote this doc once and my internet shut off...

heh

so here we go again!

It's been a while since I have uploaded fics, but in that time, I have been improving my writing. And ever since I have seen Miraculous Ladybug, I could not get the pair out of my head, or my news feed on instagram. So here we go! A fic inspired by the lovely couple

I also don't own anything

Ten years

It had been ten years since the Akuma attack

Ten years of lonely night patrols, ten years of confusion, ten years of pain.

It had been ten years since ladybug had disappeared, and Chat Noir found himself missing his dear partner. His longing gaze cast out over the horizon, the soft lights of the city of Paris. He had grown used to the empty nights filled with only the silent whispering of the wind as it brushed his hair away. It had been a long time since he had had anyone to talk to about anything, to chase on the empty nights out.

Chat stroked the rooftop next to him longingly, his sharp claws creating a small shrill sound as they scraped the metal. It was a solid reminder of how sharp they were, how dangerous it was to be like this. Chat was his wild side, his untamable nature of mischief and horrible cat puns. His dark side, something he couldn't express as Adrien Aguste. It reminded him that he should keep away from people.

Lifting his palm from the rooftop, a heavy sigh came from the hero's lips, his feet dangling off the rooftop. The soft glow of the Eiffel Tower shone upon his dark form, shining back as he watched the sky. 'We used to sit right here, together, alone, talking about everything. Sometimes joking, sometimes serious. We always ended the night here….' He thought, leaning back on the roof. It annoyed him to no end that he hadn't been able to see her. She had probably grown up found someone else to hang out with. That was the thought that bothered him the most. He knew that Ladybug was strong; she could stand on her own. She was kind, beautiful, compassionate, and strong enough to keep herself on her feet.

Knowing her, she had moved on, and long forgotten him. What was he to suspect? She had told him of parting ways, and even though she had been his partner for how many years? It felt like a long time, but it had only been a small pocket of her life. And now, here he was, alone, with no one to accompany him. Well, he was alone besides Cora, one of the small perks in his life. She wouldn't understand it though

She never could.

'That's right, Cora….' Chat thought, looking up at the waning moon in the sky. This was once the place that held memories of Ladybug, it felt rude to tarnish it with thoughts of his fiancé. If anyone could come second to Ladybug, it was Cora. She was a sweet girl, honest and kind, but under that honesty layer came with someone who loved kicking ass, even if it wasn't as a superhero. She had a good sense of herself too, the only thing he didn't like was her constant weight tracking. It was almost an obsession for her; she could never get enough of keeping herself in shape. And, as her soon to be husband, he had to join in. It seemed she was intent on keeping him in 'model shape'. Sure, he was a model, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a cookie every once and a while.

Shaking his head, Chat stood from the rooftop, his long leather tail flicking across the rooftop to flap in the wind as he stood. The moonlight grazed his face, casting quite a long shadow across the rooftop. Watching the city below, Chat found himself still absorbed in the thoughts of his lady. He needed to move on, and he had, but it would be nice to hear from her sometime. That is, if she could spare a moment. Occasionally, the odd letter would appear in his mailbox, no return address on it, just his name and address scrawled neatly across the front in curved font. The letter was always sealed with a ladybug sticker, which he found quite childish of her, but it never ceased to make him chuckle. She never typed her letters, which he was thankful for, that way he could let his fingers trail along the smooth creases in the red paper, follow her movements through the letter. Her French was perfect, even after all these years.

A strong longing feeling pulled at Chat as he stared at the city lights. His heart was beckoning him home. His wife would surely be in bed by now, fully aware of his duty to protect Paris, but he still felt bad making her sleep with nothing but the cold sheet next to her. Turning his head, Chat headed to the edge of the rooftop. Letting the wind whip through his hair, Chat prepped for a jump.

That's when he saw it, a brief flash of red. Not just any red, the rich reflective red of a certain hero's suit.

And that's right at the moment when he fell.

A rush of wind flew past his exposed cheeks, the cold lashing feeling reminding him that cats may land on their feet, but Chat's didn't if they weren't paying attention. Grasping for anything, Chat slowly moved himself into position, landing gracefully on the railing of the fire escape. Flailing his arms outward, he let out a long breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Looking frantically back up towards the flash of red he had seen, he found only an empty dark corner. There wasn't a lick of the cherry red that he had come to only remember in his dreams. It had seemed so real, so vivid. But at this point, it could have been his imagination. Pulling out his staff, he slid up the screen part of his staff, looking to call ladybug, but all he got was static. He had stared at that static screen so many times in the last year he couldn't count them all at once anymore. Shaking his head, Chat stood at full height. 'You need more sleep, that's what you need. You don't need her anymore.' Chat reminded himself, diving off the roof, familiar with the tug at his heart as he leapt across the rooftops towards his home.

"That was too close."

The mumbled words of the breathless superhero that had pressed herself against the building on the other side of the Eiffel Tower, her chest rising and falling steadily as she wiped her palms against her thighs. Leaning back, Ladybug was painfully aware of the beads of sweat running down her back under her suit, and the tugging pain in her heart. Turning back towards the horizon, she did one last check for Chat Noir, finding him gone.

Slowly turning back towards the horizon, Ladybug drew out her yoyo, swinging it out and watching as it tugged her out from behind the building, the crisp night air stinging her cheeks as she flew across the skyline of Paris. She soon found herself on the terrace of her small apartment. Checking for any longing strangers looking at her, she slid through the door and into her studio apartment. As soon as she shut the door, she drew the curtains and let her detransform, the small red kwami swirling back in front of her.

"Marinette! He was right there! Why didn't you say anything?" The petite sprite yelled at her. Rolling her eyes, Marinette walked towards her closet, stripping her cardigan and shirt off easily as she reached for a large shirt to use as pajamas. "Because Tikki!" Marinette said, her voice muffled by the pile of clothing that was currently in front of her, "I can't just walk up and say hi after having not seen him for ten years!" She emphasized, pulling out a T shirt that had the words "Beacon Academy" printed across the grey background. Sliding it over her head, Marinette sighed heavily, rubbing her head. "Really what am I supposed to do, just show up out of nowhere? He probably hates me now. He won't even want to give me the time of day, let alone work as my partner again." She grumbled softly, her form slumping onto the bed.

It had been so long, that her once familiar kitty cat probably didn't know who she was. Running her hand absentmindedly through the short locks that dotted the back of her head. She had decided to cut it during college, and she had never gone back. It made her feel free to not have all that hair to hold back, though sometimes when she was working especially hard, she found herself pinning it back. Getting off the covers, Marinette headed towards the kitchen while her small little kwami followed. "But really Marinette, you are going to see him one day." She said gently, following her master towards the kitchen.

Sighing heavily, Marinette pulled out a small round fist sized loaf of bread, biting into it. "I don't know if I could handle all that shock at once. Heck, I'm not even sure if he could handle it. I have changed a lot, and not just a haircut…." She mumbled, her slender fingers finding the ends of her navy hair very interesting as she let the short locks twirl around her fingers. "Heck, he has probably totally forgotten me at this point…" She trailed off, taking another large bite.

Tikki groaned at the human's silliness. "Marinette, he nearly fell on his face when he caught a glimpse of you." She laughed, swirling around her head as the girl offered her a cookie. Marinette joined in, their bell like laughter filling the room as she swallowed her bite of bread. "He could have just had a bad step." She said, trying to deny the feeling that he could have missed her. It had been ten years since her parents had decided Paris was a much too dangerous place to live, moving her and all of her things out of Paris and to New York, a city that she had called home for a while before she found herself moving back to Paris. Her job as a fashion designer had provided her with ample opportunities to move to Paris, and seeing as she was going to be a featured designer in a Paris fashion show soon, it was the perfect opportunity to move her operations back to her home town. The kwami rolled her eyes and took another bite of cookie. "Well you should be going to bed soon; we are meeting Ayla tomorrow, along with the other designers and models." Tikki reminded her gently, and Marinette nodded, taking the small form in her hand. "Let's finish these snacks by the window." She mumbled, bringing the two of them to a small sofa sat right by the window, sighing as she looked over the beautiful city, and finishing off her las piece of bread.

And there you go my puuurrrfectreaders

AHAHAH it's so bad it hurts

I promise to have more horrible cat puns next time.

See you soon!
~Ice~