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“What?” Marinette laughed as Chat climbed off his perch on the railing to strut around the balcony, displaying his costume.
“Are you some kind of outlaw or something?” She guessed, trying to ignore her partner’s flirtatious smirk and giddy gleam in his eye.
“Close….” He taunted and quickly twirled her in a circle. She let him pull her close to him and she blushed.
“Kiss me,” she told him.
“As you wish,” he replied. The kiss was gentle and sweet and when she pulled away, she couldn’t help but giggle at how astute and logical his kiwi cat eyes were, “Did you get it?”
“You always pick the most random costumes ever for Halloween,” Marinette sighed, “How am I supposed to guess?”
He frowned and stepped away, “My lady, to be fair I gave you a pretty big hint.”
Marinette nodded seriously and thought for a moment, intent on discovering who he was. After a few seconds passed, she looked up, “You are Chat Noir from the 1700’s.”
He groaned, “No….” his face fell in his hands, “No, no, no, no, no – seriously?”
His girlfriend giggled at his expression, “You could always just tell me.”
Chat turned away, “This is inconceivable!”
Marinette blinked, “Wait… I think I know this….”
Chat ran over to her, smiling widely, “Yes, m’lady? Yes?” He bounced up and down like a giddy toddler.
“That movie from the 1980’s… the one with the princess girl and the poison and the blonde guy?” She fumbled.
“The Princess Bride!” Chat nodded, “Yes! I’m a character from The Princess Bride!”
Marinette looked at him guiltily, “I, um, Kitty…. I hate to break it to you… but I’ve never actually seen that movie.”
Chat frowned, “I shall never love again.” He fell against the railing, “How can it be that my dear lady, the girl I love with all of my heart, has not seen the best movie of all time?”
“If it makes you feel better, I think you look handsome in your costume,” Marinette comforted, “But, um… what are you supposed to be?”
Chat quickly stood up, “Wait here!” And then he vanished, hopping through the rooftops of Paris on his baton.
Marinette waited patiently and a few minutes later, Chat arrived holding a well-worn, leather-bound book, as well as a DVD. He dragged her down into her room and popped the DVD into her laptop.
She giggled and quickly went to get snacks and joined Chat in her bed, where he was happily waiting for her. His tail hit against the quilt happily when she kissed him.
He handed her the book, expression grave and serious, “Marinette, I entrust you with this copy of The Princess Bride by William Goldman. It belonged to my mother and when I was ten, she entrusted it to me. It’s my favorite book. I give this to you knowing you will care for it and that you will treat it with the respect it deserves. And also knowing that you have the ability to read it in three days because I don’t think I can go that long without it.”
Marinette stared at the time-weathered edition in her hands, uncertain, “Chat, it was your mom’s… do you really-”
“Yes,” Chat kissed her on the forehead, “There is nobody I trust in this world more than yourself.”
Marinette flushed. How sweet.
“Now to the movie!” Chat grinned and pressed play.
He spent most of the film watching her expression: confusion, laughter, despair, hope, wistfulness.
By the time the closing credits rolled, she had a wide smile on her face, “I see why you love that movie so much. It’s amazing.”
“Well, it’s hero is a mysterious man in black,” Chat teased, “The protagonist is relatable.”
“You make an excellent Dread Pirate Westley, chaton,” Marinette kissed him, “Sorry I didn’t catch on earlier.”
“You fell for one of my classic blunders!” Chat grinned when he kissed her back.
Marinette pulled away, face pale, “Now what?”
“Now it means that I can make so many references to this movie!” He squealed happily, “This is going to be the best week of my life!”
Marinette laughed.
***
“You know, when you said you were going as a character from The Princess Bride, I kind of thought it would be like a couple’s costume sort of deal,” Chat stated.
Marinette smirked, “Meaning you thought I would be Buttercup?”
Chat blushed, “I, er, yes. You would’ve been a pretty Buttercup.”
“Buttercup is an idiot,” Marinette announced, “She barely has three braincells.”
He nodded, “While that is true, you do have to admit that this is the strangest couple’s costume ever.”
“Hey, it’s not like I’m Prince Humperdink,” Marinette retorted, gesturing to her Inigo Montoya costume.
“But you’re Inigo Montoya!” Chat groaned, “I was saving that for next year!”
“I can alter the costume and you can use it next time,” Marinette told him.
“Nah, you keep it,” Chat shook his head, “It’s just weird saying aloud that I think Inigo is really cute.”
Marinette laughed and pulled out her sword, “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!” She lunged at him but quickly found her sword on the ground and arms folded behind her back.
“Mrow,” Chat smiled at her and kissed her neck gently, “I wanted to start fencing because of Inigo, bugaboo, I don’t think that you could beat this cat in black. You’ve only been fencing for a month.”
“The fencing scene was amazing!” She gushed, trying to turn around in his arms but he squeezed her tighter.
“I know!” He exclaimed, kissing her neck again.
“Chat…” Marinette said after a moment.
“Mhmm?” He grinned knowingly.
“Can you let me go?” She asked.
“As you wish,” he smiled and released her.
She turned around to look at him, “I love you too.”
And she kissed him.