This chapter will be "introducing" someone we haven't seen yet in this Fic, but is a cannon character and you all love them, I'm fairly sure of that.
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Marinette loves her work.
She can do what she loves all day, be with the people that support her, and she had the most awesome boss ever.
Mrs. Grandeliér was kind and understanding, she paid her workers for their labours and knew exactly when something was wrong with one of them.
And so she knew Marinette was forcing herself to create, while she usually just worked with burning love and compassion, but now it was simply lacking.
That Monday morning she had called Madame Grandeliér, asking her for a week off.
So that's how Marinette found herself sitting on the train to Germany the same day, looking out the window.
She had had no idea about the world out side of France, Paris even. She hadn't really left that far before. This was all so new.
And she decided right that moment; She liked new.
She was ready to start a new, ready to take on her role as a mum, ready to face all the responsibilities as one.
But one thing she wasn't ready for yet, was facing the very father of her child, there very man that had brought her her earlier distress.
She pushed Nathanael as far back into her mind as she could, thinking about more happy things.
She wondered if she was going to get a girl or a boy, what they would look like, who they would grow up to be. She played around with some baby names, as she smiled at some of them.
But there was one that particularly stood out, and if she could, she would use that name, she would call her child that.
She sighed a little happily, content bliss tingling all throughout her body. A smile tugged at the ends of her lips, curving them up.
Her eyes glided over the mountainous and hilly area in front of her, as she gazed out the window. Paris was a lot more flat than all the towns she passed by on her way through the unknown.
Yet another, content sigh escaped her lips, she pulled her fuzzy jacket around her a little tighter, seeking a little of it warmth, even though the train itself provided plenty of it.
She sagged down a little in the chair, glancing around her. She noted that there weren't a lot of people in the train, most of them stepping out in different stations, only some of them stayed until the end.
She chuckled to herself. Life was like a train. Everyone had different destinations, different goals and reasons.
She saw a young girl, roughly around the fourteen to fifteen years old, sitting with her knees folded on her chair, earplugs in her ears, probably blasting some of her favourite music, as she scribbled away in her sketchbook.
The sight reminded Marinette of herself when she was younger, constantly working and trying. Always inspired by that around her.
The girl noticed the adult staring, as she looked up, smiled shyly, before going back to what she was doing.
Marinette tore her gaze away a little reluctantly, not wanting to make the blonde uncomfortable with her stare.
The blue-eyed adult's eyes scanned over some other, older passengers, but none of them really stuck out like the girl.
A couple of minutes later the train came to a stop, Marinette stayed, knowing it wasn't her end point yet. So after ten minutes the train started to move again, away from the city they had stopped.
She dully noted the girl had left the at that stop.
She reached for her phone that was stuffed in the front of her backpack, but as she held it, she came to realize she had turned off all her notifications, just to be able to get away from everything.
She checked the time. 13:48. Usually she'd be on a break right now. The thought made her stomach growl a little, making her remember she wasn't only eating to keep herself alive, but also the child.
She reached into her backpack, taking out her home-made sandwiches, unwrapping them, before bringing them to her lips.
The aroma of cucumber and tomato hit her, making her take a bite quicker. The taste danced over her tongue and made her hum in delight, as she closed her eyes.
She finished her (delicious) sandwich, when a brown-haired guy made his way over to her.
"Tu parle Français?" He asked, making her smile as she reponded.
"Oui." Her hand went up to place a lock of stray hair behind her ear, for a second she was reminded that she needed a hair cut again soon, but she shoved the thought away.
"I'm taking you are headed to Köhlen?" He guessed, before he held put his hand. "Je suis Matthias." He introduced himself.
"Marinette." She said, shaking his hand. When she let go she took her bag off of the chair next to her, patting the spot telling him to sit down.
"So, why are you heading to Köhlen?" The boy asked, gazing at her with soft, brown eyes.
"For my break, my friend mentioned the city was worth checking out." She replied, her hands fiddled a little with her sleeve. "You?"
"Family visit." He told her shortly, he grinned a little, and she shortly thought about her blond kitty.
They talked until they finally arrived, chatting away in French. They both stepped out, and the first thing Marinette's eyes fell on way the huge Cathedral opposite to her.
She turned to Matthias as she spoke. "It's been nice talking to you." She bowed her head a little in gratefulness, a habit she had picked up from her maman.
"You too." He confessed. "I-uhm," He said after that, little nervously. He took pen and paper out if his pocket, quickly writing down his phone number and handing it to her. "If you're ever interested in meeting up when you're back in Paris..." He trailed off, rubbing his arm a little shyly.
She looked at it, her lips tugged up in a smile. "Merci Beaucoup, Matthias." She replied.
"I hope to see you again sometime, Marinette!" He said, before he turned on his heel, walking off to the other side.
She looked after him for a while, before turning again to look at the Cathedral. Marinette left the station to walk to it. Noticing the monument was undergoing some slight renovations in the top.
She stopped walking when she was in front it. A huge field of stones laid in front of her, some huge drawings drawn on the pavement.
She went into the Cathedral, a lot of detailed stone work was made on it, making her mouth drop in the slightest. It looked really old, which it was. There was a big difference compared to Paris, there were no military at the door checking your bag, no payment, you could just walk in and pray, look around, do whatever you'd like to do.
Her mouth was dropped to the floor pretty much the whole time as she walked through it, admiring the beauty of the Cathedrals. She had walked through it thrice, afraid of missing a single detail.
Lots of inspiration struck.
After that she went to sit at the river, The Rijn. She grabbed her sketchbooks and started doodling away. Sketch after sketch poured on the paper, before she started running a little dry.
She looked around her, at her right laid a big bridge across The Rijn, all kinds of colours were splattered over it, making the bluenette curious.
So she gathered her stuff and went on the move. It took some searching to find the beginning of the long bridge, but when she side she looked at it excitedly.
The first thing she noticed was that the colours she were locks, all the way to the other side were locks in all shapes and sizes.
She walked over the bridge slowly, the walk send her a feeling of nostalgia, as she had walked over Les Ponts Des Arts countless of times since she was young.
Marinette toured around the city for a little while, having dinner at a small, not too expensive restaurant, before trying to find a hotel, eventually settling for an Ibis hotel.
The next day came all too soon, as she was woken up by the sudden urge to vomit, so without even thinking she had made her way to the bathroom, just in time to let the contents of her stomach spill into the porcelain toilet.
After that the taste stayed, but she had brushed her teeth and packed, taking a small breakfast downstairs in the hotel's lobby.
So she walked around yet again, wandering the city. It took her quite a while to find the train station again.
Four days passed, it was a Thursday Marinette finally started her journey home, mind cleared for the most part and an optimistic vibe shining through.
It felt nice to have a break.
She never really took breaks of work like this, never really let herself rest. All her mind could seem to focus on was designing and making clothes. So it was no surprise how she had been called a workaholic multiple times over the course of the years.
The train stopped at it's final destination for that night, Nancy. A beautiful city, a lovely Cathedral, a lit of buildings and height differences.
So within twenty-four hours Marinette was back in her block of flats, fumbling with the keys, as she slid them in the slot.
She opened the door, only to be met of the sight of someone she hadn't expected to see this soon, maybe not ever.
"Marinette! You're still as beautiful as the last time I saw you!"
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Adrien was woken up at the sound of a knock at the door. He grogily sat up, rubbing his eyes as he came to realize he had fallen asleep on his desk while grading some assignments.
His eyes wandered to the clock. 22:56.
The knocking started up again, this time a little more urgently, making him curious as to who would come by at this time of night.
He stood up, pushing his chair back, before making his way to the door. He opened it just before the person could knock again.
Adrien tensed up in shock, his brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"Can we talk?"
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It felt great to use my own knowledge to describe places. I've actually been in Köhlen and Germany plenty of times. I've also slept in multiple Ibis' hotels throughout the years. I also hope I really made you all curious as to who is in Mari's apartment and who was knocking on Adrien's door.
- Any ideas who might be with Mari? I'd like to hear your ideas and theories!