The heroics they played.
The lives they saved.
The sadness they cured.
The way they pressed on, no matter when we jeered.
Don't we see?
Weren't they the key?
We were the audience, the crowd.
They were the players, they never bowed.
Are we sorry, are we sad?
They managed to never be upset, no matter how mad.
The Parisian lights twinkled brightly. Inside a pretty green house sat a man, his chair pulled up to the window. Next to him, a lady sat next to him, their fingers entwined. Unlike many of those who'd told a story before them, their hair was still vibrant, no faded color washing in. The skin on their hands was still smooth, the pale alabaster of the woman's contrasting with the tan of the man's.
"Do you think they still think of us?" The woman asked softly, her hold on the man tightening ever so slightly.
"I don't know." He replied, his voice just as quiet as hers. "We knew that we were giving up everything when the side effects started appearing. It was just safer for everyone this way."
"I know." She replied sadly, turning her gaze from the window to search his face. "I miss them." Her voice cracked.
"Maybe," he breathed. "Maybe we could arrange a visit. Make us seem like ghosts or something."
Her hopeful eyes met his. "Really?" Her voice was light, but after 58 years of being by her side, he knew she was preparing herself for a 'no'.
"Really." He confirmed, a smile growing on his face as she squealed, jumping up, and pulling him up with her.
"Oh, thank you! I can't wait!" She spun around the room, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen to throw him a bright smile. She ducked into the kitchen, and a moment later he heard the fridge open. She appeared with a tray of eclairs. "I made these yesterday. If you want, there are macaroons in the cupboard."
He shook his head. "Eclairs sound wonderful." He sat down in his chair, patting hers as a signal to sit down next to him. "So how are we going to do this?"
She was quiet for a passing second. "We could leave their miraculous in their rooms, with a note to meet us in our spot. Ghosts can do things like that, right?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
She smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Tomorrow, okay?"
He nodded. "Sounds good." He let out a sigh. "It'll be good to see Nino."
She hummed. "Alya and Zoe too." She paused. "We could invite Felix too."
He considered it. "He's definitely changed for the better. I'd like that."
She beamed. "I'll deliver his note." She snuggled into his shoulder. "I love you, Minou."
"Love you too, My lady."
So I'm sure you know who this is. I gave it away, so no contest for this one. Shout out to Kate MM who correctly guessed that it was Zoe in the last book! Great job. In case you don't know the only ones they are inviting are Nino, Alya, Zoe, Chloe and Felix. Don't ask me why, but it's mostly because they are the original three part time superheroes and then Zoe and Felix. I didn't have a story with Nino because I had one with Alya and I didn't want the storytellers to have any close relationships, like siblings or marriage. The next and last installment will be out tomm, along with a one-shot about supernatural MLB and the first chapter of my newest multi chapter book. Yes, I know, I still have Miraculous next generation, but hey, I'm really good at writing two stories at once.
Also, in my AU, since they used miraculous so long, it fused with them and they became immortal, in case you didn't catch that. (Pun intended)
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