Marinette's hands - clad in thermal Winter gloves - anxiously wrung together as she sat on the weathered wood of a bench, her eyes roving across the park in search of the person she was waiting for.
But just like the last ten times she'd checked, there was no sign of him. She glanced down at her watch again to check she hadn't somehow muddled up the time.
3:02pm. He was two minutes late.
However, she had been here for quite a long time. Marinette was notorious for never arriving early to anything ever, but pacing the floor of her bedroom had quickly become too nerve-wracking. So in the end, she'd decided to just give herself a headstart. Waiting in the park instead of her bedroom helped with her anxiety only slightly. But she'd take what she could get.
Sitting amongst the soft petite snowflakes had been pleasant, but they'd stopped falling a while back. The delicate layer of white sleet that now dusted the tarmac around her shoes was, unfortunately, far too thin to stick and was on course to melt within the hour.
She could only hope the snow returned before Spring came around. Her friend group had yet to experience the joys of snowball fights or sledding together, and the idea of missing out on the chance to be carefree kids before it was too late sounded appalling.
She pictured Adrien, cheeks tinged pink from the cold, whooping with delight as he sped down a snowy bank, bundled up in the blue cotton scarf she'd made him for his approaching birthday next month. The heartwarming image was enough to bring a smile to her face, and she knew she'd do anything to make it a reality.
She just needed the damn weather to cooperate with her.
Marinette glanced over at a blackbird perched on a tree branch. The little creature ruffled its feathers and warbled noisily, before taking off in a soaring arc towards the sky. She watched it glide away, almost in a trance.
Until the sound of quiet footsteps approaching her from behind broke her out of it.
She turned her head to watch Fu shuffle his way toward the bench and then sit down next to her, dressed in the same fedora hat and trench coat she remembered him wearing all those months ago.
"Hello, Marinette," he said, in the same warm voice she also remembered from all those months ago.
"H-Hey..." she stammered, fumbling for an appropriate term of address. 'Sir' felt too generic but 'Monsieur Fu' felt too formal, and one very impulsive part of her brain was screaming at her to simply refer to him as Guy Who Almost Got Hit By A Bus. In the end, she let her indecisiveness strangle her into silence. It was probably for the best.
Fu took it upon himself to break said silence. "It's lovely to see you again, but is there a specific reason why you wanted to meet me?"
"Y-Yes!" Marinette swallowed down the blockage in her throat, finding her voice. "I, um... Well, I figured you should have this back." Her hand dipped into her purse and pulled out the purple brooch. She offered it up to the man sitting next to her. "H-He's very nice... Nooroo, I mean. He deserved a holder so much better than Hawk- than Gabriel Agreste."
Fu accepted the miraculous from her and held it in his palm, thumb brushing over the delicate gossamer wings.
"What you've done for this city is highly commendable," he said quietly. "Any thanks I could give you will never be enough." He settled the brooch into his chest pocket with the same gentle fondness Marinette used to deposit Tikki into her bag when the kwami was still half-asleep.
The thought made her heart clench a little.
"Do you... need the other two miraculous back as well?" she asked, hands tightening around her purse. "Tikki and, um... and Plagg?"
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Candle In The Wind - Miraculous Ladybug Movie Rewrite
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