- Chapter 22 -
A female figure stepped through a cloud of mist. Her body was wrapped in a long veil of sheer fabric that fluttered behind her like a playful shadow as she walked. Her crimson eyes scanned the beach as the little fires continued to lick at the remaining tents. She walked casually amongst the maimed and wailing humans, the smells of blood and death, and the hot flames, as if none of it bothered her.
With a small gesture of her hand, a breeze began to blow. Clearing the smoke and ash away from her path as she hurried along.
She sought out her companion, finding him in the middle of a small pit that reeked of unholy foul smells. She stared down at him as he lay dead on the ground before her.
She scoffed, brought her leg backwards, and then sharply forward. Kicking him solidly in the ribs.
"Get up." She scolded him.
He did not move. So, she kicked him again. Harder this time because she knew how much pain he could take.
"You're a terrible actor."
A sly smile curved on Plagg's lips. And he let out a dark, throaty chuckle. But continued to play dead.
Shaking her head at his stupid sense of humor, she kicked him for a third time. This time, he reacted.
"Oww! Jeez woman. What does it take for a fella to get a little sympathy?"
"Sympathy?" she jeered. "Really?"
He chuckled again and bounced to his feet. He began to rotate his shoulders and neck, making the bones crack in their sockets.
"Wow, that felt sooo good." He moaned holding his arms above his head and twisting his hips back and forth. "I haven't felt pain like that in decades. Whew, yes. So good."
He held the stretch for a long time, and then dropped his arms at his sides contentedly. Cracking his fingers individually, he kept talking.
"He was a powerful one. For sure."
"Sadist." She mumbled moving past him and strolled towards the beach.
She paused at the crest of the hill just beyond the beach dunes. Gazing down at the bodies in the sand below.
Plagg followed after a few seconds, coming to stand beside her. The side of his body brushing up against hers as they stood there together, and surveyed the scene.
"It's a shame." He muttered under his breath. "I kinda liked those two."
Tikki shot him a questionable look. Taking a moment to study the lines of his face. He actually looked a bit sad to see them pass on to their next lives. But then again, of the two of them, Plagg was always the one with the perpetual bleeding heart.
This wasn't the first time she was witnessing a bit of grief reflected in his golden gaze over a few simple human souls that had managed to find love.
Maybe it was because he had been the cause of Humanity's pain and hardship for so long? Was all the destruction and chaos starting to weigh on her tough companion?
The world was growing up fast. Too fast for Humanity to care about the consequences of appeasing gods and goddesses anymore. Soon, they may have to take a backseat to influencing how the world turned. Humanity certainly didn't need her help to find happiness anymore.
Perhaps that was why she had grown to resent Humanity so much. Even without her influence, humans were capable of forming their own passions, build true love, and create new life.
She didn't feel needed anymore.
Plagg noticed her distant look and playfully leaned his shoulder against hers. Putting his entire body weight against her. However, she didn't even flinch and held him up like he weighed nothing.
Seeing that she wasn't even cracking a smile with his antics, Plagg stood back on his own two feet and turned his yellow eyes to stare longingly at Tikki, while still giving her a delightful sideways smile.
"You're not still mad at me? Right sugarcube?" he teased her.
Tikki huffed at his comment. Her gaze shifted as she looked back over the remains of the war camp.
"You really went too far this time." She scolded him as she batted him away from her because she could physically feel the impact of his toothy smile.
Plagg took a small step away to give her breathing room. He shrugged. "Pfft, maybe."
Tikki sighed heavily and moved her veil up and away from her face, letting it faintly hover and flutter in the air behind her.
Seeing that she still wasn't amused. He dryly asked, "You're still going to fix it, aren't you?"
She shot gave him a dark look, appearing uninterested.
So, he tried one last time to help her see what he already knew.
"A mortal's life is short enough." He paused for a moment, letting his words hopefully sink in. "Let them at least be happy?"
Then playfully adding, "Besides, you like weddings."
She rolled her eyes and stared out at the dark Ocean.
"Come on." Plagg urged hopefully.
Her red eyes briefly flashed with light, while she gently closed her hand into a fist with a flurry of fingers. Her magic reached out into the void and kept the wayward souls from drifting too far away. Gently, she coaxed them back into their broken mortal bodies.
"See? I knew you liked them." Plagg teased.
She ignored him and turned the topic away from what she'd just done.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked him, watching as the remaining fire of the campsite slowly put itself out with another flare of her magic.
Plagg whistled shortly. A single flash of light like that a shooting star shot out of the ocean and towards him. He caught the light in his hand, and twirled the silver ring in his fingers.
"Dunno. Might just watch you work for a bit. I've kinda had my fill." He felt himself smile, realizing just how silly and untrue the words sounded leaving his lips.
Tikki giggled. She covered her smile with her hand, trying to hide it, but it was escaping.
"Ha! I don't believe that. Not for one second."
Plagg tossed the ring high into the air, catching it as it fell back into his hand. He did that three more times before tucking it into the pocket of his jacket.
He draped a heavy arm across her shoulders, while his other hand waved across the horizon like he was painting a mental picture.
"It's true. I think I'll take a vacation. Let you usher in the next wave of peace, harmony, and all that boring stuff."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Does my existence bore you?" She playfully argued with him.
Plagg dipped his head low and whispered breathy against her ear. "I'd spend the rest of my immortal years happily causing chaos, if I knew you'd be the one there to clean up after me."
Tikki lifted his arm off of her, shrugging him away, but her ruby painted lips were smiling.
"You and your pretty words." She cooed.
Plagg chuckled warmly and she felt it across her skin like a thousand tiny needles.
Gradually, she took in a deep breath of air, closing her eyes while she held that breath tightly within her chest. Slowly building the magic like filling up a cup within her - just until it was about to run over. She wavered a bit on her feet, trying to keep it contained until the exact precise moment.
After a few long moments of watching her, Plagg stepped in front of her and put a soft hand on her chest.
"Easy, sugar." He told her gently. "I've got you."
He let her feel his presence and his own energy as his words and actions steadied her. All the while, he willed her to release that bound and wild magic out into the world. Ready to see it in action.
When she used her magic like this, creating something out of nothing, it was impossible for him not to be drawn to her. Because the two of them were forever united. She could not be what she was without him there to keep her grounded. And one could not exist without the other.
As she exhaled, her crimson eyes opened and flared to life once again. They stayed lit for a few long seconds as her gaze searched the sun-kissed horizon and locked on to their targets. Gesturing in the air, she soothed the aches and pains. Replacing the physical. And, only when she was satisfied, did her eyes slowly recede back to normal.
Audible gasping breaths echoed suddenly into the early morning air. Like someone had just awoken from a frightful sleep.
The cloud of mist descended down from the heavens. Collecting on the ground just a few feet away from the two Gods. Tiny chatting voices giggled as multicolored streams of light zipped around inside the mist.
Plagg held out his elbow and Tikki slipped her arm through it as they walked forward together.
"Refresh my memory. Did you make the blue eyed humans or did I?" he asked her, as they walked calmly into the cloud and away from the awakening pair of humans on the beach.
Tikki shook her head. "No, humans did that on their own. It's a mutation in their species."
"Huh? Really? That's a shame." He responded humorously. "I would have liked to have taken the credit for that one."
Hovering at the doorway into their world, Tikki turned back to gaze contemplatively out into the lands behind them.
"It's a rather tragic existence. Don't you think?" Tikki asked him.
Plagg shrugged and wiggled his eyebrows down at her. He took a few hurried steps forward, knowing she would charge at him once he spoke.
"O, why should nature build so foul a den, Unless the gods delight in tragedies?"
"Oh! Do not quote that sap to me." She scolded and started to chase after him.
Plagg chuckled as the clouds enclosed around them and they both disappeared within. The haze fanned out across the landscape, acting now as simple and innocent morning fog mixed with misty ocean air.
The sun would push the clouds away. But for now, they hung in the air. Swirling and dancing along with the rolling waves.
Adrien knew his eyes were open, but the sight he was seeing didn't make sense. It was too serene. Too peaceful. If it wasn't for the fact that he was literally laying in the revolving Ocean waves, he might have closed his eyes and savored the moment for a little bit longer.
Still, decisions were made, and he dragged himself up along the wet sand. Gripping the sand tightly between his fingers as he remembered how to breathe again. He expected to feel pain, but instead, found nothing but his own heartbeat and the consistent Ocean waves crashing against his legs as he slowly crawled out of the breaking water.
Staring down at his own two hands, he found them covered in sand and crushed shells, but, most importantly, completely human. No longer tipped with elongated bloody claws. It pleased him more than words could say to see them as they should be.
He dragged himself up and onto his feet. Standing up for the first time in what felt like hours, or maybe days? Either way he stumbled for a few steps as if remembering how to walk again. Still, nothing hurt. Absolutely nothing. His eyes stung a bit from the salt water, but that was it.
With each small movement, he became more aware of his surroundings. The realization that he was alive slowly coming back to him. The where, why and how would come later.
He huffed, spinning in a small circle in order to get his bearings because of the thick fog that hung in the air.
Looking down the beach, he saw another person standing in the dim morning light. The thick ocean mist played with their silhouette. Making it appear fuzzy and distorted. He wiped his eyes, blinking the salt away.
For a moment, he simply watched. His legs were ready to move, but his mind was trying to believe what his eyes were showing him.
He heard his name get called out in a questioning tone. The wind played with the sound, making it appear like it was coming from every direction and spinning around him.
He watched as the figure stopping moving and put their hands on their knees. Bending over slightly as if to catch their breath after running hard. And then, very loudly and distinctly, they shouted his name again, this time with more desperation.
Oh. Oh that voice. He knew that voice.
He called out for her. And she answered him back instantly.
They ran for one another now. Arms outstretched as they stumbled in the thick sand. Finally reaching one another and scooping the other up into the tightest of hugs.
Adrien pulled back from the hug just enough to glance at her from head to toe.
"Y-You're okay? H-How are you okay?" he gripped her arms tightly, pulling her against his chest once again because he had to believe she was real as his mouth kept talking.
"Gods, I felt… I felt everything. Everything that I did as him. And I couldn't stop it. What I did… I just…"
Marinette shook her head, leaned back and covered his mouth with her hand to stop any further self-condemning words that he might let slip past his lips.
"Don't. You don't need to say anything." She urged, rising up on her tip-toes to stare into his eyes and the guilty emotions that streaked across them.
Her gesture shushed him for the moment. But his chest still hurt. Gently he took hold of her wrist, and pulled her fingers away from his mouth. He nodded his head, but his face twisted as it hung on to the painful memories.
"Why did you come back for me?" he asked tenderly, still in disbelief. "Why not let me go?"
She smirked. "Would you have let me go?" she replied.
The tension built up in his shoulders instantly collapsed. And he let his chin drop to his chest as a deep sigh left his body. Knowing she was right.
He closed his eyes, and shook his head back and forth, letting the lingering pains of the past fall away. When he opened them again, he pushed her dark hair away, revealing the only face he knew and loved. He stared into her eyes. Searching them for something. But finding only her.
Marinette mistook his inquisitive gaze as longing for the original color.
"It's a spell." She told him dejectedly. "I don't know how to undo it."
Adrien cupped her face in his hands. "I don't care what color they are. I never did."
Whoever had done this for her, had given her a new chance on life. Not only for her, but for them. He didn't have to be terrified of losing her anymore.
Although, the spell weakened with her sudden radiating happiness, and, for the moment, the rare color returned. He smiled at the color simply because it was a part of her. It didn't add to her beauty, it only enhanced it. The way eyes were supposed to. And even the spell couldn't hang on to the amount of emotion that was pouring from her face.
In each other's arms, they stared out into the misty morning air. Slowing watching as daylight peek through.
Seabirds had woken now. Their caws could be heard in the distance.
The chilly Ocean water lapped at their feet. Spilling foamy waves onto the beach. The tides were changing, and the heavier waves began battering one another as they pushed inward.
There was still enough time to pause, and inhale a few deep breaths of the salty air.
"What now?" she asked him, tilting her head to look up at his face. She didn't care what he said. She'd go anywhere with him.
He smiled down at her and answered simply. "For now, I want to take you home… to my home."
He wound his fingers through hers, never wanting to let go. "And then I want to marry you. Properly, marry you."
She hiccupped a small sob of happiness as he kept talking. Because the words were too beautiful to hear. Her life had been far from traditional and proper. It was nice to be reminded that those things still existed. And that he was wanting them too.
Adrien leaned in close, whispering against the side of her head. "And after all that… I don't care what happens anymore. I just want you in my life forever."
She sucked in another sob. Smiling shyly as she felt his words warm her from head to toe.
"How does that sound to you?"
She nodded. "Perfect."
"Don't you mean purr-fect?" he teased.
She blinked and happy tears fell from her eyelashes all while smiling so intensely that her cheeks began to hurt.
Taking a few steps away, she tugged on his hand and urged him to follow along. Which, of course, he needed no further encouragement.
Hand-in-hand they ran down the beach, laughing and giggling like kids as they stumbled in the sand and splashed in the surf as the morning sun rose over the deep blue ocean.
Once the playfulness settled down to a gentle hum of heartbeats, he scooped her back up into his arms and kissed her deeply. Marinette wound her arms around his neck and shoulders, giving back just as intensely. They held one another tightly. Moaning and giggling against each other's mouths, because it all finally felt real.
He pulled away just enough to murmur softly against her lips. "Marry me?"
"Ah, yes." She answered and sealed her response to his lips.
It took them months to find their way back to civilization. Not because they were lost. But because they were lost on purpose.
They traveled slow and savored their alone time together. After all, they were no longer Chat Noir and Theo's Jewel on the run for their lives. In fact, no one cast them a second glance as they now traveled freely through towns and villages. Choosing to sleep some nights at an inn, or sometimes simply sleeping under the stars. They were in no particular rush. Except perhaps to make their union official. And that meant returning to the Agreste estate.
Adrien spoke freely of his Father's cold disposition. And while convincing the Duke may not be easy, he'd be damned if he needed his permission to marry the woman he loved. He was doing this simply out of respect for his Father.
What was amazing was how so quickly gossip had spread throughout the lands. Every town seemed to be abuzz with information and speculation surrounding Theo's death, and his army reduced to ruins. The False Prince reduced to nothing but a memory.
Marinette and Adrien sat in pubs and casually listened to the excited talk. Keeping themselves out of all conversation and maintaining a low profile, but also catching one another's gaze and smiling to one another as the rumors spread.
"Hims driven mad he was. Totally gone."
"I never believed the rumors anyway."
"His army, poof, gone overnight. I tell yer it was like an act of God."
"Crazy."
"Unbelievable."
"I swears it'll never be like it was."
"Them eyes never existed. Bunch of rubbish."
"I tell ya they were real!"
"Bah! Fools, the lot of yer."
Another fantastic bit of news that came along with Theo's death, the Opposition had taken the opportunity and invaded the royal Palace. Reclaiming Theo's lands under one rule.
Although who would rule was still very much in question. The royal bloodline was a thing of the past and shrouded in mystery. Marinette remembering seeing tapestries and scrolls containing winding family trees. But with Theo's prolonged occupation of the royal Palace, it was anyone's guess if those items had survived.
But that was for someone else to figure out.
Because they certainly didn't care.
The weather was just starting to turn chilly by the time Adrien and Marinette returned to his estate. The leaves were changing into their brilliant Fall colors, and then floating down from the trees. Making extra noise as their horse's hooves stomped on them. Even without snow on the ground, there was a wintery bite to the air.
Marinette could barely feel the chill though her new pale pink wool dress, and lovely crimson colored cloak with its deep hood that kept the wind out of her face. Beside her, Adrien was dressed like a proper medieval gentleman in his fur lined tunic and woolen hat. The clothes had been bought recently to appear presentable before the Duke. And while they weren't as fancy as the silken gowns she'd worn at the Palace, she would much prefer her own more down-to-earth clothing, which was folded up in her horse's saddlebags.
News of their arrival spread quick the closer they got to the Agreste lands. Adrien's easily recognizable appearance giving him away as they traveled. But he was fine with people knowing of their arrival. After all, they had nothing to hide from anymore.
Traveling with them now as they made their way for the estate, were Adrien's close friends and confidants. Whom Marinette recognized instantly from meeting them all those years ago. Although having now learning their actual names. Both Kim and Nino were kind men, with kind smiles and even kinder words. They were fully committed to keeping their little secret, and Marinette knew that they wouldn't betray them.
Besides, Tikki's spell was unwavering. She could constantly feel it lingering against her skin. In fact, it seemed to feel stronger now as she regained self-assurance of her own safety.
As they entered through the gate, Adrien saw his Father waiting for them. Staring down at him from atop the steps with the weight of his steely gaze.
While it wasn't a complete mystery why Adrien had left. The specifics had been left to rumor. And his Father had probably received a thousand speculations as to his son's abandonment of his position within the Opposition.
Adrien dismounted from his horse first. Briefly acknowledging his Father before turning and helping Marinette from her own horse. Nino and Kim led the horses away as the pair stood ready to meet the Duke.
Adrien kept his hand firmly clasped in hers as they climbed the steps to where his Father stood waiting.
Marinette could feel his tight grip on her hand. They had been discussing this interaction for weeks. But it was still very apparent how much affect Adrien's father had on his son.
She pulled back the hood of her cloak and held her dress away from her feet as they climbed closer. Pausing just a few stone steps down from the older man.
Gabriel stared at Marinette from head to toe. His sharp grey eyes shifting from her appearance then to her face. Then he looked at Adrien.
"Her eyes aren't blue." He stated. No greeting or welcome. Just straight to the point.
Adrien kept calm and didn't react, and he knew, at his side, Marinette was also using her best pokerface.
"They were never blue." He told his father simply.
"What do you mean?" Gabriel asked. "I thought..."
"There were never any blue eyes found." Adrien confirmed.
Letting the wild rumors feed their little lie. While he couldn't explain exactly what he'd done in order to save her. He could let his Father believe that he'd rescued the girl who saved his life from a madman.
Gabriel seemed genuinely perplexed. "But Theo… he…"
"Theo went mad. He thought he had found a blue-eyed person. But it was all a lie he created." Adrien explained without any doubt or hesitation in his voice.
"So, this girl… isn't Theo's jewel?" Gabriel asked.
"No Father." Adrien lifted her hand up, presenting her to his Father. Marinette took another step forward towards the older man, a pleasant smile on her lips as she gently released Adrien's hand and took Gabriel's offered hand.
"This is Marinette."
Later that evening, Gabriel and Adrien sat together in front of a roaring fire. Marinette had excused herself for the evening, and the two men where now alone.
His Father was speaking of politics, and Adrien wanted to make his oppinion on the matter quite clear.
Sipping a dark red wine, Gabriel stared hard into the intense flames. "Theo may be dead. But, I feel that this war may be far from over."
Adrien's cup was empty, so he simply played with the smoothness of the metal. He simply listened to his Father speak. Waiting for his moment.
"There are scholars pouring over the remaining records as we speak." Gabriel took another shallow sip. "I feel that their findings will not be judged lightly. The next king will be met with oppositions. And will require guidance from the surviving elder families…"
Adrien shook his head slowly. "I'm done playing my part in all this."
Gabriel glared at him for speaking out. "Do you realize that we are on the brink of a major revolution? The next King will be declared soon, and you may have claims to be a part of the royal court. It will be…"
Keeping his eyes turned downward, Adrien spoke out again. "Let that happen for someone else, Father. I don't want that for me."
Gabriel scowled. "You'd be foolish to waste this opportunity."
Adrien shook his head again. "I want no opportunities afforded to me. I ask for nothing. I wish to make my own way."
Gabriel waved his hand, dismissing his son's foolish words. "You are my son. Your place is here. This is our family's house and lands."
"I know." Adrien said firmly.
Gabriel eyed his son suspiciously. "If you know, then, what do you want?"
Adrien stood up straighter and finally looked his Father in the eye. "Your blessing."
"For what exactly? Marriage?" he questioned coldly. "It's clear to me that you'll choose her even without my blessing."
Adrien nodded his head. "I'm sorry Father, but yes. That is true."
Gabriel stood up from his chair and walked forward towards the hearth. "Has she any family?" he asked the flames.
Adrien stood up as well and walked close enough so that he could be heard. "Yes. And I'd like to send for them as soon as possible."
Gabriel nodded slowly. "Very well." But then quickly added. "I admire your desire to help these people and this young woman. What happened to her was indeed tragic. However, I hope that by allowing you to marry her, that you will not be quick to forget about your duties to this family."
"Of course not, Father." Adrien agreed. But as he said those words, he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, wishing he hadn't. They didn't feel right.
Adrien opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Years of being without a voice around his Father's coldness was still robbing him of finding the proper words.
And yet, as he thought about it more, Adrien recognized the changes that had happened within him. Even if they weren't the right words, he still had to say them.
"Father…" he spoke cautiously.
"Speak further if you feel so inclined to do so." Gabriel barked, clearly hearing the hesitation in his son's voice.
Adrien felt the tense sensation build up within him almost instantaneously with his father's tone.
He let his shoulders relax. "You speak of my duty and responsibility like I've ever had the option of denying them." He answered boldly.
Gabriel said nothing. Which was both a good and bad sign.
"I've done the honorable thing by fighting for what I believed in. I've shed my blood. I've given my time. I've done what was expected of me. And now that I've brought myself full circle. What I want, what I truly want, is to be given my choice."
"Your choice in what exactly?" Gabriel asked.
"My rightful place in this world." He answered.
"Your place is here." Gabriel repeated again.
"But it hasn't felt that way, Father. Not for a long time."
Adrien let his tone drop, and a bit of sadness leak into his words. Letting a bit of vulnerability show. Hoping that his Father wouldn't belittle him for admitting it.
"This place… it's not home. At least, not to me."
Gabriel heard his son's words, and sighed sadly at the raw truth held within them. While Adrien had not been a part of the older man's life for a long time, Gabriel had been hoping that it would change. That this homecoming would spark a new chapter. But, clearly, his son's priorities had shifted.
Leaning against the fireplace mantle, he spoke earnestly.
"Stay. At least give it more time. You may find that it suits you… and your new bride."
With those words, Adrien simply nodded. He had to remember that this wasn't just about him anymore. So, with that thought, he said goodnight and left the room feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Marinette stood gazing out of one of the many large glass windows of the Agreste estate. A lost and disconnected look held trapped within her spell-covered eyes. Soft snow lay everywhere on the ground outside. Carpeting the world in a pure white blanket that hushed the landscape.
The clouds had given way and, despite the lingering chill, bright sunlight beamed down. Illuminating the fallen snow and icicles like crushed prisms.
She looked every bit like a true noblewoman in her respectable attire. And was plenty warm with her layered petticoats and wool cloak. Only feeling the cold against her face that managed to leak through the thin glass window. But it was a refreshing sensation, like breathing in peppermints.
Marinette let out a heavy sigh that fogged the glass. Reaching out, she drew a little abstract pattern in the condensation. Despite her bliss, her mind was else ware. She found herself seeking out moments of solitude like this. Lost in dreamy thoughts that didn't belong in her head.
Even though it had only been a few short weeks, Marinette felt like she had lived here all her life. Slowly reliving Adrien's childhood memories, traditions, and deep-rooted family legacies tied to the house and its surrounding lands. This place had been described in his stories, but she never quite imagined what it looked like. But the sensations she felt were just as he had described them: extensive but confined, formal yet sheltered, a home that lacked the warmth of family, but still had fragments of a lost mother's love.
She was neither uncomfortable nor lonely. For Adrien was never far from her side. This was, perhaps, one of the most peaceful times of her entire adult life. For her mind, body and her soul. It was rather unnerving – if that was even the proper word to describe the feeling. But, as Adrien kept telling her, she deserved the rest.
So, she let herself be fully selfish, and welcomed the sleeping in and pampering until she finally couldn't stand it anymore. And then she boldly joined in with the servants and maids, helping them with the daily maintenance of the estate. Not hesitant in the least to get her hands dirty. Mariette blended effortlessly in to life at the Agreste estate.
In fact, Gabriel had actually caught her completely covered from head to toe in dark soot when she had spent the entirety of a morning helping the maids clean out the massive stone hearth in his study. The look on his face had been one of confusion, but also a bit of humor at her tenacity.
Having her around the estate brought out some unexpected changes. Her personality gradually chipping away at Gabriel's rather emotionless disposition. Until even Adrien started to notice a difference in how his Father interacted with everyone. Somehow, she made his Father a bit easier to tolerate. Not that Adrien expected anything less from her.
And yet, ever since Adrien's conversation with his Father, he kept having these plaguing thoughts and questions pop up in his mind. Could they could truly be happy here like this? Was this the life they were destined to have together? Simple, comfortable, and without fear? After their adventure, this felt almost mundane and dull in comparison. But, maybe that was ok?
He had to believe it. After all they had fought for, this could become their new normal. As long as she was by his side, he would do anything to keep her smiling. He fully intended to make her happy for the rest of her life. Even if it meant that his wild soul may need to be tied down. But he would willingly let it be her to tie him down.
Still, an unsettling sensation crept up the back of Adrien's neck while he was staring at a report about next season's grain expectancies. It pulled his attention away, making him stand up, and instantly want to seek her out.
He had now been looking for her for quite some time. His heart growing a bit frantic when he was unable to find her in her usual places. Unable to shake the panic that seemed to be built into his psyche about her well-being and safety.
Even though Plagg's magic was gone, there were moments when he got tastes of it back again. Smells or even a sixth sense-like feeling. Especially when it came to Marinette. Almost, like she playfully whispered, "Come find me. I'm not far." So, to calm his racing heart, he gave himself over to that lingering magic, and followed the invisible cord that bound them together.
It came as a bit of shock to find her standing all alone in the empty hall, looking rather forlorn.
And yet, this wasn't the first time he had caught her like this. Or with that longing look in her eyes.
He approached her slowly and cautiously, savoring moments like these because she was so beautiful that it felt surreal. But the high stone walls echoed his footsteps, and gave away his approach. Perhaps as Chat Noir he could have snuck up on her.
Still, she smiled brightly at his presence. Physically feeling him even though he wasn't touching her. She couldn't help but always smile when he was near her now. Loving that they were finally together.
"Found you." He teased gently, his voice a bit husky as both their magic's played off of one another.
"I wasn't exactly hiding." She countered lightheartedly, but continued to gaze out of the window and the winter wonderland beyond.
Coming to stand beside her, Adrien reached out and took her hand in his, weaving their fingers together. Carefully and slowly he asked, "Are you okay?"
She squeezed his hand in reply, still avoiding his direct gaze. "Why would I not be okay?"
"You just… seem quiet." He answered simply. "Is something wrong?"
She shrugged. "Yes and no. I shouldn't have anything on my mind anymore. I should be content to be with you and finally live my life…"
His voice lowered because he was suddenly holding his breath. "… but, you're not…?"
She finally turned her gaze away from the outside and up to him, sucking in a shaking breath because it was hard to admit the truth. Especially when his face looked a bit panicked by her response.
"W-What's wrong with me?" she asked, feeling foolish.
He chuckled. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"I feel it too." He admitted.
"You do?" she asked, genuinely surprised.
He nodded slowly, trying to find the right words to describe it. "I'm here. At least, my body is. But my heart and my mind feel like they are else ware…?"
"… like you belong… out there?" Her eyes went back to gaze out of the window.
"Is that what you feel?" he asked.
"It comes and goes." She admitted. "But yes. And I… I don't understand why."
He lowered her hand and scooted closer to her so they were both peering out of the same window. Looking for a sign, but finding only lingering confusion. But the pull was out there. Drawing them away from their new life.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "What do we do?" she whispered.
He shifted, reaching and taking her other hand, while turning her to face him.
"First and foremost, we get married. Agreed?" He gave her a satisfying grin.
She smiled brightly, feeling her cheeks flush because of the reminder that she was going to be his bride. And loving him perhaps a bit more because he was so adamant about it. Neither of them could wait much longer.
"Yes, absolutely." She agreed.
He pulled her up against the front of his body. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, and holding her there as he spoke softly against the side of her head.
"And then… and then we will figure out the rest. I promise you we will."
It never failed; she always felt the safest while wrapped in his strong arms. Nothing could touch her here. All was right with her world because she was at the center of his. She physically felt her heart swell tightly in her chest at his pretty words.
And because she knew his promises were always kept.
Gabriel had tried to push for a Spring wedding. But both Adrien and Marinette were having none of it. They waited only as long as it took for Marinette's parents to arrive and get settled before making the necessary preparations.
And, of course, Adrien had a few private words with her Father. After all, he was a man of formalities. It wasn't the easiest of conversations, and took a bit of convincing. He let some secrets slip out. As well as some identities get revealed. But, in the end, Tom gave his approval. Because it took a real man to admit his mistakes, and an even bigger one to correct them. He knew that Marinette would be protected and provided for – better than he could ever do as her Father. And he saw nothing but love and devotion in this young man who had braved it all to save her. Perhaps, at first, he had felt guilty. But over time that changed into love. A true love that felt like it would last for more than what their lives could give.
Their wedding was held in the snowy courtyard of the Agreste estate. Although it was plenty warm thanks to the light of dozens of hanging lanterns strung up overhead. Garlands of woven fir and evergreen branches decorated the stone walls of the courtyard, making the air smell heavily of their rich, woodsy sap.
Family, friends and esteemed guests each held a lit candle. Adding their own soft light to the warmth of the moment.
With it being the middle of Winter, Marinette carried a simple bouquet of fresh, sweet smelling herbs of rosemary, eucalyptus and mint.
Everyone watched with held breaths as Marinette glided down the isle in a gown of hand spun lace that matched the snow. The gown had been Emilie's – Adrien's late mother. And Gabriel had insisted that Marinette wear it, despite her immediate reaction of not being worthy to even touch it. But the older man had thought it befitting of a woman's of Marinette's exceptional character. And she was honored to be wearing it in her memory.
So Adrien got to witness the breathtaking spectacle of the love of his life approaching him as if she descended down from the heavens itself. Surprised did not even come close to describing how he felt in seeing her.
In his haste to marry her, he had worried that he would be denying Marinette things like a proper church ceremony or even a wedding gown. Not that she cared about any of those things. And he knew that. So that's why, seeing her in this extraordinary gown, made the moment feel just that little bit more special. And it left him feeling whole.
He could only quickly glance at his stoic, but pleased looking Father, and nod his head in deep gratitude before she reached him, and he took her hand in his; finding her shaking with excitement.
The Officiate handfasted them with a scarf expensively dyed to the color of rich sapphires. The color may still have significance on society, but it meant nothing to the two of them. The color simply matched her real eyes that glittered behind her falling tears of happiness. Marinette kept her shining gaze fixated on Adrien because she knew that, in this precious moment, the spell would not be able to hold on.
They made their promises to love, honor, and cherish each other for as long as both of them shall live and sealed it with a timeless kiss.
With the ceremony concluded, it led way to lively music, a bountiful feast, and dancing under the stars with the warm glow from the lanterns.
Snow crunched on the cobblestones as dozens of feet stomped and twirled with the jovial melodies.
After a while, even Marinette got tired of dancing, and stepped away from the party. She tucked herself in-between the columns of the exterior corridor, hiding along the shadowed pillars that made up the arched roof.
She was breathless from the crowd. Breathless from all the smiling. Breathless from the joy.
She stood amongst the stone shadows and clutched a fist to her pounding heart, because it hadn't stopped fluttering in her chest for what felt like hours and hours.
She just needed a moment to herself. Just a brief moment, and then she would return to her new life.
Because it was there, hovering just a short distance away from where she hid and watched. That warm, humming glow etched into the cold winter's night.
She took a step towards it. Ready to enter into it and stay forever.
"Congratulations." A voice spoke through night.
The voice held enough sway to distract her from the glow and keep her bound to the shadows.
Marinette spun around, expecting to see a person standing behind her. But there was no one. Absolutely no one. Perhaps she had imagined it?
"Thank you?" she called, but her voice only managed a whisper. Wondering if the voice would still hear her.
A strange sensation pin-pricked across her skin, sending shivers down her spin. It brushed across her face, hovering along her brow bone, and then fluttered through her hair to land behind her.
Her body followed the feeling, and when she turned back forward, a woman was suddenly at her side. She wore a simple linen dress with billowing, long sleeves and no cloak, as if the cold didn't bother her nor did she feel it. Only her vibrant long hair moved in a ghostly wind.
"I-It's you." Marinette breathed in wonderment. "I remember you."
Tikki smiled briefly, but then her face twisted with quiet contemplation.
"I've been thinking…." She spoke aloud, letting her hands fall to her sides, as the long sleeves of her dress covered them completely.
"… perhaps I've been too quick to judge Humanity? Maybe there is benefit to having some good in the world. After all, you have overcome what was never asked of you. Maybe I should do more?"
Marinette stared at her. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
Tikki waved her hand in the air, dismissing Marinette's uncertainty.
She turned her head and, even though there was very little light, Marinette could see the red color to her eyes.
"There will be others. Others that will share your pain. If they don't exist now, they will soon." Tikki told her.
Marinette nodded her head in agreement, as if in a trance. But the action made her realize just how strange it felt to suddenly understand Tikki's words. Never had she known that truer words had been spoken.
"I knew that. H-How did I know that?" She questioned to herself out loud.
Tikki's smile brightened and continued speak. "Seek them out, Marinette. Give them the choice that you never had."
Yes. Yes, she wanted that. The realization practically slamming into her. Gods she wanted that more than anything. To help other like her. To spare them from a life of tragedy.
Still trying to rationalize it, she asked: "But… How will I find them?"
Althought, as her lips were asking the questions, her chest already felt the response.
Tiki's turned her gaze away, choosing not to answer and look out into the night.
Marinette knew she was answering her own questions. With her own bespelled eyes, she could feel the pull of others. Like a distant song being carried by the wind over water. It was distant, but traceable. She could find them.
But she couldn't do this alone. She wouldn't want to do it alone. But… how could she ask him to give up a life they had just created together? Even if it wasn't for selfish reasons?
Adrien felt her call out for him. He didn't hear it. He simply felt it. It was a subtle longing. Like she was whispering to him without words.
He excused himself from his currently conversation and followed the sensation. After a few moments of looking, he found his new bride talking to a woman he did not know. While he wasn't alarmed, he certainly was curious about who she was.
Slowly, he approached the two women, coming to stand close to Marinette in case he had to step between them.
"Everything all right?" he spoke gently, even though he could taste the magic hanging in the air. It had summoned him from the party like a haunting lullaby.
"The ever attentive protector." Tikki muttered teasingly. "So nice to meet you when you're of sound mind."
Adrien's eyes narrowed at her mocking words, and he was instantly put on guard. He stepped in front of Marinette to shield her. Because something about this woman did not feel human. Nor did he trust her.
"Now now, Chat Noir." Tikki scolded him, shaking a disapproving finger at him. "There's no need for all that."
"Who are you?" he demanded, not hiding the protective instincts that began building up within his body like a growl.
Marinette put a gentle hand on his arm, drawing his attention down to her. Her face wasn't scared. In fact, she looked a bit excited.
"She's the one who put the spell on my eyes." Marinette explained.
Adrien's eyes went wide briefly. He glanced back at the woman, who had a blank expression on her face.
"That was you?" he asked her.
Tikki simply nodded as if his question bored her.
He relaxed a bit, but not all the way. Afraid this woman might suddenly decide to take the spell away. And that spell protecting Marinette meant too much to him. He'd willingly pay whatever price there was to keep it intact.
As a show of good faith and respect, Adrien ducked his chin in an appreciative bow.
"My apologies, I shouldn't have been so quick to judge."
Tikki strolled forward, circling the two of them. Her feet becoming a blur of movement as she hovered above the ground.
"I suppose it is understandable. After all, you did risk your soul in order to save hers. And she, in turn, pulled you from the dark pit of chaos."
Despite the harsh toned words spoken, Adrien couldn't help but smile down at Marinette, reliving those memories in an instant. It had not been easy. But somehow, love had conquered all. They had saved one another. And he'd gladly do it again.
Tikki's voice echoed from all around them. "The lives you both have lived, the sacrifices you've endured for the sake of each other. I believe you two are destined for so much more…"
She gestured towards the wedding party carrying on without the bride and groom as if time was standing still. "… than this."
Adrien and Marinette exchanged a look because they knew exactly what she meant. This was just the first time someone had put it into words.
The conversation they'd had by the window was coming back to them. All their doubts and hesitations were coming full circle. Things were getting put into perspective.
"… Really leave… leave all this behind?" Marinette questioned.
"We can't just leave…" Adrien started to say, even though he didn't believe it, but deep-seeded traditions were still robbing him of accepting what the goddess was offering.
"And why not?" Another deep voice echoed in the darkness as the familiar figure stepped forward. His yellow eyes flashing in the darkness surrounding them.
"Go." Plagg encouraged. "It didn't stop you before. Besides, you don't even like it here. And before you argue, you know I'm right."
"Plagg?" Adrien called out, questioning his sudden appearance as if he had materialized out of nothing. There was no hiding the shock in his voice.
"Hey kid." Plagg replied to Adrien. Then he leaned to the side, peering around Adrien's body to catch Marinette's eye.
"And hello again little female. Or, perhaps I should say, congratulations to you both?" He smiled a small, half-cocked smile.
"What are you doing here?" Adrien asked him cautiously.
"Oh, me?" He teased as he took a few steps forward, approaching the two of them even though his feet made no sound as he moved.
"I simply come bearing gifts."
Reaching into his pocket, Plagg retrieved a small item. Then, extended his fist and opened his fingers to reveal the same metal ring.
For a moment, Adrien's eyes went wide and he drew back away from the ring, as if afraid. But then quickly realized that he wasn't afraid of it. At least, not anymore.
Plagg held the ring out for him. "You know what it's capable of. But you also understand the risks. If you wish, take it again. Use it to protect her, and do this together. Besides you'll have someone to pull you out, should you fall too far."
Adrien stared long and hard at the ring. Weighing the consequences in his mind. But then decided that this was exactly what he wanted.
Gingerly, simply because he couldn't help himself, Adrien extended his hand, and Plagg dropped the ring into his palm.
A long moment of silence passed between the group, until Tikki finally spoke up.
She was standing next to Plagg now, almost leaning against the side of his body.
"It's your decision. The both of you. You can walk away and live out your peaceful lives together. Or, you may follow down this winding path of Fate."
It was Marinette who still questioned all of it. Her tone weakly hesitant because it was difficult to accept what was being offered. And it was human nature to ask questions.
"But… I… I mean, we're not…"
"It's not about being worthy or unworthy." Plagg interrupted her. "It's about setting up the events that will hopefully change the World for the better."
Tikki patted him on the shoulder. Pleased to be reminded that he still understood what their purpose was – even after all this time.
And with that said, the two gods smiled longingly at one another and disappeared into the dark shadows.
Marinette and Adrien were alone once more. Time seemed to be moving normally once again. And they felt the cold of the winter's night.
Adrien was staring down at the ring so intensely that Marinette covered it up with her hand in order to pull his attention back to her.
"You seem to have your answer." She told him.
He nodded his head in agreement, but questioned. "Why do you hesitate?"
"Because I… I now see the life you have here. And I-I can't let you leave all this behind. Your duty and legacy… are all here." Marinette insisted.
Adrien put his other hand on her arm, gently rubbing the fabric of the lace sleeve.
"No, Plagg was right. I do hate it here." He closed his green eyes as if remembering. "I don't think I've ever actually liked it."
He opened them again and found her lovely face staring passionately up at him. "I don't want to be tied down to customs anymore."
He gazed yearningly at her now. Feeling that pull like never before. And coming to realize exactly what he wanted. Not for him, but for them both.
"I want to see the world. Like we talked about. I want to see it with you. And show it to you. And discover new things together."
"Adrien…" She hesitated. Pushing him one last time to reconsider what he was giving up.
But he knew exactly what to say to quiet her lingering uncertainties.
"Tell me you want to stay, and I'll happily stay. Because wherever you are, I am home."
Marinette smiled up at him and took Plagg's ring from his open hand. She gazed down at it, feeling it pulsate against her skin like it held its own heartbeat.
Tenderly, she took his left hand and slowly removed the wedding band off of his ring finger.
He watched her do this. Tilting his head, curious as to why.
Holding the two metal rings in her hand, she paused as the familiar magic floated around her. She recognized the sensation, but it still left her breathless.
Drawing in a gasping breath from her lips she felt her own power echo right back. It was like holding fire with her bare hands and not getting burned.
"Do you feel it?" he whispered, watching her reaction.
The first time Adrien had accepted Plagg's power, it was nothing like this. There had been no balance. Nothing to quiet the roar. Back then, he didn't have the missing piece to his puzzle. Now he did.
He could practically taste her magic on his tongue. As it grew to a new level he'd never felt before. Combining so perfectly with his own, that he wanted to swallow it all down like honey.
Marinette nodded slowly. "I feel you."
He smiled. "As do I."
Without another hesitation, she slipped Plagg's ring back on his hand, followed by their wedding band to seal the chaos magic with a symbol of their love.
Not waiting another moment, Adrien grabbed her up into his arms. Kissing her hurriedly because the moment was filled up with too much magic to not feel her lips against his as it swirled around them.
Not wavering in the slightest, she moaned into his mouth as their kiss deepened. Never wanting to hide the fact that she felt wondrous things for this man. True, passionate, and deep feelings that lit her alive. He was her savior, her protector and guardian, and her first and only love.
Power flared to life and her wedding gown shifted into an armored ensemble for travel, complete with a billowing cloak the color of rich rubies.
"Give yourself a new name." Adrien suggested against her lips. Knowing what it felt like to be transformed into this new person and wanting to maintain an identity of your own.
Marinette thought for a moment as their mouths hovered above each other's. Taking note of the red color to the cloak, and it made her think back to her family's house at the edge of the forest where they had met all those years ago. She had ladybugs living amongst the plants; who had helped keep her garden thriving.
"Ladybug." She murmured, liking the way it sounded.
This life had almost broken her. It took the fighting spirit he instilled within her to make her pieces whole once again. And he had torn himself apart with grief, only to find himself again in her salvation. Their broken pieces became whole. And they would now continue on their journey together, mended as one.
"Well then, m'lady…" He purred humorously. "Shall we begin?"
In the middle of the night, surrounded by a flurry of quietly falling snowflakes, Ladybug and Chat Noir disappeared together. They took nothing except some provisions to last a few days.
Although, the normal necessities of sustaining human life may not be completely necessary anymore. Because the ancient magic that flowed within both their bodies seemed to breathe new life into their lungs, and fill their bellies. So long as they stayed together, it felt as if they could run forever. And perhaps they could?
Chat Noir ran with Ladybug in his arms. Feeling the familiar wild magic rush through him once again, like his body had never forgotten it. He welcomed the sensation. Understanding it now like never before.
Holding onto his neck and bundled in her billowing red cloak, Ladybug felt no cold. Her magic stretched out into the world, seeking and searching for others like her.
They left behind all worldly possessions and two letters: one addressed to Adrien's Father and the other to Marinette's parents. Both of which were read, and then thrown into the fire without hesitation. Because, somehow, they just knew that this was beyond traditions, titles, lands or legacies. It was about righting a wrong, and inspiring hope.
They moved as one, driving forward towards their purpose. Hoping to help those who could not help themselves. Understanding exactly what it meant to be someone's salvation.
It would be a long road of endless miles towards a constantly shifting horizon. The World was vast and uncharted. But it was an adventure they risked together.
Truthfully, nothing could touch them anymore. They were human, but no longer mortal. Thus their existence became the stuff of fairytales.
And because of that, a new legend was born. Whispered in the shadows to those who cared enough to listen. And only believed by those who sought to free themselves from the thoughts that once plagued the hearts of mankind.
Fin
"Perhaps you ache for freedom
For the blue that's in your eyes,
Was given as a present
From the fabric of the sky,
And when you're gazing skywards
It's no wonder that you yearn,
When part of what you're made of
Always wishes to return." – Erin Hanson
Author's Note: Did I just create an entire 140k word fanfic inspired by one quote? Why yes. Yes I did.
Wow, I can't believe it. It took 2 years, but we did it. This fic was an emotional roller coaster for me. I know that I've said this a thousand times, but thank you so very, very, very much for the wonderful, supportive reviews. I read them over and over again, and they helped give me the inspiration to keep going.
Keep on truckin' my lovelies. 2020 has not been easy for any of us. Stay positive. Find the little joys in life. Be kind and love each other.
Oh, and yes, I am planning an epilogue. ;)