Be Careful What You Wish For
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment!?"
The loud yell was harsh on his sensitive hearing and Chat leapt about a foot in the air, probably leaving behind a couple of his extra lives on the floor with his unconscious teammate. He sprung round, ready to pounce almost instantly before recognising the verbal attacker and dropping his guard.
"Relax Marinette, it's only us," he told her, deciding to side step the confusion he felt as he wondered how she had managed to make it back before them and curious as to why she'd dropped her transformation.
The akuma they had been fighting a few short minutes ago was a would-be fashion designer calling himself the Djinn and he had a grudge against Gabriel Agreste. The man had approached Adrien at a shoot, begging him to try his new Arabian Nights themed designs since he knew the 27 year old man had pull within the company these days. Adrien had seen immediately that the work was sub-par. The stitching was of inferior quality and the materials were a poor match to the cut and appearance of the pieces. He had been trying to work out how to phrase his observations politely when his father had appeared and verbally torn the man's designs apart.
After the obvious akumatisation, the man had begun shooting some kind of red genie magic at people on the streets around him. It had been affecting everyone differently, some disappearing completely while others were apparently replaced with other people, who all seemed equally confused and frightened by the events around them. Some almost seemed lucky in comparison as nothing appeared to change around them at all. It had been confusing and as such had been hard to pin down a strategy to stop the madness.
Chat had been unfortunate enough to see his own father attacked as the man attempted to flee, a sight which would have been upsetting enough were it not for the fact that the whole world had started to quake and crumble around them immediately after. Carapace had spotted a huge chunk of rubble heading for Chat and if he hadn't called for his Shelter, the two of them might not have made it out in one piece. The two had then watched as a sickening blood red wave of energy had washed over everything, buildings repairing and people appearing and disappearing from their places on the streets around them. When the wave had ebbed away, and the shelter had been dropped, there was no sign of the akuma or the rest of the team. In fact, the heroes themselves appeared to be the biggest spectacle -passersby staring strangely or avoiding eye contact all together. And as if things hadn't been weird enough, Carapace had just up and passed out. Chat had decided that it would be easier to bring him back to his own place -since that was closer than Nino and Alya's- and he had let them in through the large bay window only a moment before Marinette had appeared and begun shouting at them. Something she was still doing.
"That doesn't really clear anything up!" she seethed, reaching for the heavy, dog shaped lamp sitting on the side table and wielding it like a bat. He frowned in confusion. He was pretty sure they didn't own a lamp like that, where had that come from?
"Who are you!" she said again, teeth gnashing in both fear and anger, "And why are you dressed like that!?"
Chat's worry grew the longer he watched her reaction to him and Carapace, until it felt like an almost tangible being in the room beside him. Something was very, very wrong here. "It's me," he told her soothingly, "It's Chat Noir. It's A-"
"And what's that? Your furry handle?" she snapped.
"What!? No! I'm a superhero, we're superheroes. We protect Paris!"
She sneered at him as a snort of derision escaped her. "Don't be stupid," she said, "France doesn't have any superheroes. The closest is Strom Star in Germany."
His eyes widened, and his jaw gaped as he came to understand that the woman in front of him and the world around him were clearly not the ones he had come to know and love. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. "Marinette, I-"
"How do you know my name!?" she asked hysterically, "I want an answer goddammit!"
"I'm…I'm your husband," he spoke brokenly, his voice cracking and his pitch off as he tried to fight tears, "I'm Adrien."
"Husband!?" Marinette said, her tone somewhere between sarcastic and fearful, "I don't have a husband!"
From the 50 Dialogue Prompts
"I want an answer,goddammit" for MariChat. Thanks :D"