When she finally meets her soulmate, Marinette realizes how obvious her tattoo is. She doesn't think fate could be more obvious: it's a detailed pink rose, every petal bright with color. It's clearly no coincidence that on her first day of collège, she eats her lunch next to a beautiful blonde named Rose, who offers her a whiff of her perfume and talks excitedly about their new school.

Marinette should be overjoyed: she's 11, learning how to bake, and has already met her soulmate. But on Rose's bare upper arm is the tattoo of Ladybug earrings.

Marinette's pretty sure those earrings have nothing to do with her.

"Is everything okay?" Tom Dupain asks of his wife, bewildered at the sight of their slumbering daughter. There are dried tears caked on her face and her breathing is deep; Tom wonders if she's cried herself to sleep.

Sabine sighs, her hands stroking Marinette's hair as she responds quietly. "She met her soulmate today."

"Isn't that good?"

She shakes her head, shooting him a small, sad smile. "Their bond isn't mutual."

Tom sucks in a huge breath at that, eyes blown wide open as he stares unbelievingly. "Are you sure? Maybe that's not actually her soulmate or maybe the tattoo signifies a later time in her life."

"Don't tell me that," Sabine chuckles, but her heart isn't in it. There's a crack in her voice, as if the idea of her daughter growing up nursing heartache is too much for even her to bear. "But only time will tell now."

He takes a seat next to his wife, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her close. "DO you remember how long it took us to realize we were soulmates?"

"A little too well, maybe. Knowing that I had your tattoo but not knowing that you had mine was agonizing."

"Thank goodness for alcohol, since it gave me the confidence to pull off my underwear right in front of you."

Sabine bursts into laughter at that, freezing as Marinette stirs. Her shoulder gently nudges Tom's, her eyes glittering with humor as she recalls the memory as well. They stay like that, comforting their daughter in her sleep until Tom walks her up to her room instead.

"She'll be okay, won't she, Tom?"

"She's our daughter," Tom responds, watching Marinette smile in her sleep. "She'll be more than okay."

Rose Lavillant's favorite favorite flowers are cherry blossoms, Marinette learns. They sit next to each other in History, and every time their arms brush together, Marinette feels electricity shoot through her veins.

This is. Her soulmate . The person who should love her so deeply, color drains away if she passes away. Rose was destined to be so connected to Marinette's soul, there was a permanent imprint on Marinette.

How was it possible Marinette wasn't meant for Rose in the same way? How was is possible that Rose's heart didn't flutter whenever she saw Marinette, knowing that her soulmate was so close?

How was it possible that, before she's even hit puberty, the universe is cruel enough to shatter her heart every time Rose talks about meeting her soulmate?

literally no offense, but if you review to tell me that you don't ship this and don't want to see it then fuck off because i tagged it appropriately. you shouldn't have clicked on this. also, updates will come. don't bug me about them.