📖 "Miraculous Ladybug: Rebirth of the Wild" (Season 6 AU)

Chapter 1: The Wolf Waits in Warm Light

The little corner café on Rue des Rosiers was glowing with late afternoon sun, filtering through soft lace curtains and bathing everything in a golden, honeyed warmth. A few rain droplets still sparkled on the windows from a short drizzle earlier, but now the sky stretched in soft lilac and peach above the rooftops.

Aisha stirred her coffee gently, her spoon clinking against the porcelain as she watched the door. Her shoulder-length hair swayed a little with her movements, the sunlight catching in her golden hoops. A tiny gold nose ring shimmered just beneath her right nostril—a quiet bit of rebellion she'd kept since university days. She looked radiant, as always, even in a simple white t-shirt, high-waist trousers, and her signature brown leather jacket.

She wasn’t alone for long.

The bell above the café door jingled like a familiar melody, and in came **Marc and Nathaniel**, hand-in-hand and grinning like they'd just escaped a romantic novel.

“Four years,” Nathaniel said as he dropped into the seat across from her. “Four years of patrolling, late-night rescues, magic… and not a single akuma in sight anymore. Paris is officially boring.”

Aisha snorted. “Boring is good. Boring means no creepy butterflies flying into people’s foreheads.”

Marc leaned into Nathaniel’s side, resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Aisha’s heart melted.

“Aww, you two are *really* cute. Like painfully adorable,” she teased with a smirk.

Marc blushed. “Don’t start, Aisha.”

“I *will* start. I was the one who told you to confess at that fencing club gala, remember?” Aisha winked. “I should get matchmaking royalties.”

They all burst into laughter just as the next wave of chaos entered the café.

“HELLOOOO PARIS!” **Kim** declared, practically bursting through the door with **Max** following behind, eyes wide with embarrassment.

“Please don’t yell in small spaces, Kim,” Max muttered, pushing his glasses up. “Some of us have sensitive hearing.”

“Sorry, Maxie!” Kim beamed and threw an arm around him. “You still love me though.”

Max sighed but didn’t pull away. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Aisha giggled. “Max, blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”

Kim dramatically fake-gasped.

**Mylène and Ivan**, then **Sabrina and Zoé**, followed, hand in hand. **Alix** strolled in last, rolling her eyes at all the couples while subtly shoving her skateboard into a coat rack.

By now, the big back section of the café had practically been transformed into a superhero reunion table. And then—

“Hey guys!”

**Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Marinette** entered together, looking like they'd stepped off the cover of some superhero Vogue magazine. Marinette immediately ran over to hug Aisha tightly.

“You got here first,” she smiled.

“Of course I did,” Aisha said proudly. “The wolf waits for the pack.”

Adrien chuckled. “Still using your Miraculous metaphors in everyday life, huh?”

Alya added, “She’s consistent. I like that.”

Soon after, **Felix** and **Kagami** arrived—Felix with a sleek black umbrella despite the rain having stopped an hour ago, and Kagami with a minimalist sword charm on her handbag. They were the picture of understated power couple.

Even **Luka** came in, quieter, with his hair tied back and a mysterious smile on his lips. He greeted everyone warmly but avoided questions about the mystery girl he’d been texting.

“I’ll tell you when she’s ready,” he said, winking at Aisha.

“Tell her I said she better be awesome,” Aisha teased.

“She is,” Luka replied softly.

As drinks and pastries were ordered—croissants, coffee, boba tea for Alix, a towering triple chocolate cake slice for Kim—the group settled into their usual easy rhythm.

Alya passed around pictures of a recent journalism gig in London, Nino tried to prank call Mayor Bourgeois but accidentally dialed his mother, Marinette kept sneaking kisses on Adrien’s cheek, and Aisha?

Aisha sat back with her coffee, legs crossed, smiling at the family she’d fought beside for years. The Wild Miraculous still rested quietly in her bag, but there was no danger today. Just love, laughter, and terrible karaoke plans for later tonight.

“You know,” Nathaniel said between bites of strawberry tart, “I still can’t believe we’ve all come so far. No akuma. No Hawk Moth. Just… us.”

Marc leaned into him again. “Just the way it should be.”

Aisha raised her mug. “To peace. To growth. And to terrible group chats that never sleep.”

“Cheers!” the whole group echoed, mugs and glasses clinking.

But behind her smile, Aisha’s mind flickered—just for a second—to **Chloé Bourgeois**, somewhere outside Paris. Trying. Failing. Trying again. And the quiet messages they shared.

*Aisha still believed in her. Even if no one else did.*

But that was a thought for another time. Right now, the pack was together.

And that was enough.