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Chat Noir is exactly the same as Marinette remembers him to be.
my tellonym: milkisande
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time travel
with a bit of a mind flip,
you're there in a time slip.
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"ARE you okay, ma'am?"
Marinette held her head, wincing in apparent pain, as she gratefully took the stranger's outstretched hand to pull herself up.
She blinked, shaking her head. "Where's the akuma?" The heroine asked instead, body stiffening as it automatically slid into an offensive position.
Marinette had been too careless, getting blasted by the villain.
She wasn't quite sure what his power was yet, but found herself dizzy and disoriented as she stood, hands balled up into fists.
Hands?
When did she detransform?
This villain was more dangerous than she thought.
Cautiously, Marinette looked back at who had helped her. "Kid, you need to get out of here, it's too—"
Before realizing who exactly it was she was talking to.
Her partner.
Chat Noir.
But much… smaller, an impish smile on his face and an undeniable air of immaturity and playfulness about him.
This was Chat Noir, sure, but it wasn't her Chat Noir.
This was the Chat Noir of the Marinette from almost ten years ago.
Younger Chat Noir only grinned as she looked at him in disbelief. "Don't worry, miss, I've got it. Leave it to the supurrheroes to protect Paris," he winked, before jumping forward into battle, leaving him alone.
"Wait—!" Marinette called after him, to no avail.
She sighed, biting back the need to scream.
He was still as rash as she remembered.
Deciding not to follow, Marinette ducked into an abandoned alleyway, opening her purse.
To her relief, she didn't come alone.
Tikki floated upward, visibly disoriented. "Marinette?" She asked. "What happened? Why did you detransform?"
"I didn't," the heroine only replied, distressed. "The blast from the villain… it must have messed with our powers somehow."
The kwami nodded. "Yes, I think so." She stated. "Something doesn't quite… feel right," Tikki began, confusingly holding her head. "Like we're out of balance? I don't think we're supposed to be here."
Marinette looked around, careful to ensure that nobody was listening in, before nodding. "I just saw Chat Noir, Tikki."
"Really?" She asked. "Was he blasted too? Let's meet up with them, maybe Plagg has some idea of what's going on."
The adult shook her head. "No," she responded, wincing. "This isn't our Chat Noir," Marinette finally shared, noticing her kwami's confused look. "I think we went back in time."
"What do you mean?"
Marinette frowned, worry creasing her forehead. "I think the hero had powers like Bunnyx and Timetagger," she explained. "I just saw the younger Chat Noir. I don't think he recognized me, luckily, but we have to be careful. I have no idea how this'll affect the original timeline."
Tikki nodded in agreement. "Okay, it's better if we keep a low profile, then." She paused. "I'm sure they're trying to get us back as soon as they can, we just need to wait."
Marinette was about to respond, when a body came crashing into the alleyway.
Tikki immediately hid behind her, as the girl found herself staring down at her partner.
"Chat!" She screamed in horror, immediately jumping to his side. "Are you okay?!"
The hero looked up, an exhausted smile on his face. "Ah, you're the lady from earlier!" He grinned, clearly attempting to hide the discomfort he was feeling. "I feel purrfect, thanks for asking!"
He attempted to stand, but winced as a sharp pain shot through his stomach.
"Where's Ladybug?" Marinette finally asked, concern evident.
Chat Noir lay against the wall, holding his chest, as Marinette hovered over him. "I'm not sure," he finally confessed. "She disappeared around the same time you showed up."
Oh.
Well that couldn't be a coincidence.
Marinette sighed as the villain screamed for Chat Noir and Ladybug to show up.
So much for keeping it low profile.
She smiled at him, then placed a kiss on his forehead— something that made the hero's heart suddenly want to beat out of its ribcage.
"Just stay here, kitty," Marinette finally said, standing up. "I'll take care of the rest."
Ignoring his confused look and weak protests, she opened her purse—
And as the familiar kwami flew out, while the adult spoke the three familiar words the hero already knew by heart, Chat Noir somehow managed to speak:
"Milady?!"
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/yells ! sorry for the cliffhanger it was getting a little too long for a 30-day challenge entry ;n; let me know if you'd be interested in reading a follow-up tho? i might write one since this is all over lmao ,, and on that note :
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