p.s. thanks for the letters

Adrien is fifteen when he finds his soulmate, a girl with blue eyes like the sky and hair darker than the night. Two things that are total opposites, but they frame her face perfectly as she stares down at him from where sits at her desk.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Because on her hand, displayed for him to see is his words miss you and her most beloved loopy monogram M.

Time has stopped ticking, time has stopped moving and the whole world is being pulled away from under his feet because this girl is Ladybug. This girl is his soulmate.

And her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It's you.

She's smiling and he wants to know how he has never seen it before, the stars that twinkle in her grin, the sky in her eyes that make him feel like he can fly. It's like he's dreaming, six years old and looking for his friend, but here she is and here he is and it's….everything he ever wanted.

The moment is filled with confirmation and potential and a promise of good things to follow.

Because she's right here.

She's always been right here.

But the teacher's voice sounds and time seizes forward, shoving him back into reality with blood rushing to his ear drums. The realization swirling in his head, the idea of being so close almost too much and he falls. Falls into the sleep in which her vision came, with her voice calling after him, like the dream where he first met her.

Will you be my friend?

Adrien is fifteen years old when he wakes with a start, his heart thundering in his chest and all he sees is the white, white walls of the nurse's room. The back of his head is pounding, throbbing, but all he can do is smile and flops on the bed.

"I found her…"

Someone clears their throat and Adrien sits straight up again and sees Marinette blushing in the doorway. "Actually, I found you first…" She's clutching the door frame, her cheeks pink as she hides one half of her body from his sight. "That's why I was really weird for a while…."

He thinks of those weeks everything was rocky between them, her unanswered messages, her distance, her fear….it was only a taste of what he put her through a few years ago, but it still hurt.

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and pats the seat next to him. "How did you find out?" His words are caught in the waves of emotion, questioning with earnest, but afraid to hear the answer.

She grins a bit, her smile slightly strained. It could be nervousness or newness, he thinks. He feels it too, but she walks over and sits beside him.

(Though there is definitely more than few inches between them and he just really, really wants to hold her.)

The mattress sinks with her added weight, but her eyes, her hair, her face are all so crystal clear. It's like his dreams are finally real, the words on his arms have manifested into a person to call his own and his heart filling to the brim with affection.

Through the corner of her eye, she catches his apparent staring and coves her face with her hands, trying to conceal a blush.

"Don't stare so much…" she whines, her feet tapping on the floor with glee, embarrassment, everything in between.

Adrien laughs and moves an inch or two farther away, a hand scratching the back of his neck. "I just…I'm the one who had the dream, you know…" he tells her honestly. "I dreamt of you first and I remember how badly I wanted to meet you and now–now you're here."

Through the slit of her fingers, she looks at him, blue eyes like gems and happiness pouring out of the window of her soul. It's his soul too and his soul is hers, forever bounded by something greater than what they are. Forever together by chance and strengthen by friendship.

Shyly, she uncovers her eyes and with a delicate hand that he's seen destroy evil and write loopy notes on his skin, her fingers brush against his. And he's reminded of the day when he lent her his umbrella, that same gesture where they touched for the briefest of seconds and he was never happier.

It's you, it's always been you.

Her fingers trail over his knuckles, swirling and looping until they reach her monogram. She taps it once, twice, thrice before she speaks. "My M made it into an ad campaign," she tells him. "The one where you're holding that brand of coffee. I saw it on a billboard."

That shocks him, the absurdity that that's how she discovers who it is and by now all he can do is laugh, the tension of the moment cut cleaning away and giggles and chuckles and joys spill out of him.

"That is the stupidest way to figure it out ever," he tells her between gasps, between the shatter moments of the wishes he had of them finding each other romantically.

She laughs too and bumps his shoulder. "It is slightly worst than writing on my forehead." Marinette then flicks him them, teasing and full of fun and he rubs the place she hit.

It's you, it's me, and we're just meant to be.

She sighs and falls to lay on the back the bed. Adrien follows and his happy to find that both their hands wind up in the other's. Together they stare at the ceiling and he's reminded of all the times he's done that while waiting for his soulmate's reply.

In the school nurse's office, together they raised their joint hands to the sky, to the future, to things that have yet to come. There is magic between them, ties and ties that knot them together, weaving around their hands, weaving around their hearts.

My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I'm your soulmate.

The world around them is becoming brighter, becoming more in focus as his heart, his soul, and his entire being start to realign.

I'm Adrien Agreste and I'm yours.

"I love you."

the end

A/N: omg, i have been so touched by all reviews guys! this story always ends up being a favorite! i'm glad you have liked it too!