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When Marinette tastes camembert on her mouth, she realizes two things about her soulmate:
1. That he's probably insanely rich, and, unfortunately;
2. Has the worst tastebuds known to humankind.
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it's amazing,
what baking can do.
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WHEN the all-too-familiar (and altogether unwanted) taste starts to spread from her tongue, Marinette has to stop herself from visibly screaming.
Again?
The day's barely started and he's eating cheese… again?
She breathes in, irritated, and attempts to swallow the feeling; her face subconsciously morphing into one of complete disgust. Even the smallest whiff of cheese already made her nauseous.
And it's not like she hated it.
(Really, working with a family of bakers, Marinette loved the stuff. Even almost had a phase where everything she made for the bakery were cheese-based treats. But that was only for a day— never for too long, because other flavors needed exploring, other tastes needed to be appreciated, other recipes to create… so she promptly moved on.)
But how much cheese could one person eat in a day?
And to top it off, this… monster enjoyed the snack raw. He didn't eat it with anything else— not even with fruits or cold cuts or anything else, just the cheese on its own, lonely, self. It's fun, at first, but now Marinette's completely sick of it and wishes more than anything that he'd change up his diet.
Connecting with your soulmate is fun, they said.
You can taste rich cuisines and unique dishes, they said.
It's going to be a gift for both your mind and tastebuds, they said.
Maybe it's true.
For other people.
But for all of Marinette's luck, of course she ends up with a cheese-obsessed weirdo who can't tell what tastes good and what doesn't.
Well, maybe that's not fair.
He eats salad, too.
Marinette cringes, before walking over to the oven to reveal a freshly-baked batch of macarons she'd made earlier that morning.
They smell great.
She takes a bite.
This is what good food is supposed to taste like.
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Adrien hasn't met his soulmate yet, but he knows that he's in love with her.
As the tastes the sweet flavor burst through his tastebuds, he has to stop himself from salivating.
Nathalie raises an eyebrow at his sudden expression, before Adrien immediately looks down as if he hadn't looked at all.
In front of him is a plate of vegetables, and a glass of water.
To keep him healthy and fit for his modelling job.
Adrien slowly takes a bite, but barely notices the bland flavor as the taste of macarons crawl inside every corner of his mouth.
He's starting minding his meals a little bit less than usual.
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"So what'd your soulmate have for lunch today?"
"Salad. And cheese. It's like he thinks those are the only two things a person can eat in the world."
"The cheese same as usual, though?"
"Yeah, I finally figured it out. I ate with my aunt, and we had camembert. I've tasted it enough times to know that's what my soulmate's been eating."
"Camembert…?"
"It's this French cheese for rich people? I looked it up. It's insanely expensive for a block of smelly old food."
"Ooooh, so your soulmate must be a rich kid, huh?"
"Not wealthy enough to try new cuisine, apparently."
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"I feel sorry for your soulmate."
"What do you mean?"
"All you eat are salads all the time. I understand that you need to stay fit, but I think you can enjoy yourself every once in a while."
"I told you, I can't. My dad's really strict that I don't gain anything, down to the smallest decimal. It's not like I don't want to."
"I just wish that you'd let yourself go more. You know, there's a whole world of cuisine that you haven't tried before."
"It's okay, I promise. Besides, my soulmate's always eating something sweet. This morning, bread. Earlier this afternoon, macarons. I love when she eats macarons. Sometimes she gets passion fruit-flavored ones, and they're my absolute favorite.
"Maybe she bakes it herself?"
"Then she really is my dream girl."
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The exchange of food continues on for a few months.
Adrien continues on his diet, and Marinette continues helping her parents work in the bakery.
Things change after a year, when Adrien's finally permitted to go to public school.
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Marinette brings macarons for everyone.
Madame Bustier had announced earlier on that someone new would begin attending their class, and she figures now is as good a time as any for her to welcome him to the group, in the only way she knows how:
Through her baking.
She approaches him carefully, still a little wary that his general identifier in the school is known as 'Chloé's friend'; someone who she really isn't all that fond of.
But for the sake of kindness, and giving everyone a fair shot, Marinette offers him one.
"What's this?"
"I, uh, I made some macarons. Thought you'd like to try them… but they're not that great, though."
He looks at her with a look she can't quite decipher, then ever-so-carefully…
Takes a bite.
His eyes don't leave hers.
When the taste of passionfruit spreads from her tongue, her eyes widen.
They both begin to realize it.
"You're my soulmate?"
"You're the rich-kid cheese-boy?!"
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ive officially surpassed my entire word count for mc may w like,, 12 more days to spare HAKSDK what can i say… i love aus ! (& i'm glad you guys r enjoying them too ack woke up to my email alerting me of a ton of reviews and ive been feeling so warm n happy the whole day thank u so so so much ! 333)
does this count as a crack! fic? while lookin for soulmate inspiration on tumblr i found a prompt that said "you can taste what your soulmate's tasting" & i was like ,, hM LET'S TRY IT OUT THEN ! i personally think adrien's diet is rlly strict as a model, so he always enjoys it when he gets to taste dupain-cheng treats (y'all remember that scene in gamer when his dad brought food up & he looked so sad when marinette told him to leave ,, KSKSD)
i think the writing here could be better n more fleshed-out but work hit me like a truck : again : so we're out here ½ dying lmaosks ANYWAY - az usual:
thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～