Ever since she could remember, Marinette had flowers blooming across her body. As soon as she could talk, she asked her Maman about it. Her mother shared a worried look with her father, before gently explaining what soulmates were and that her special someone had injuries wherever the flowers bloomed.

Marinette was worried. She began to ask her parents all the questions she could think of.

What kind of injuries gave the flowers? Apparently bruises gave flowers the same color as the original. Cuts had black flowers. As they healed, the flower's color would fade until it disappeared. Scars would leave faint blooms.

How did soulmates meet? Her Maman and Papa explained that there was a place called the dreamscape. After the younger partner turned five, when they dreamed, they could meet their mate! It was a room filled with anything important to them.

Marinette was very excited on the night of her fifth birthday. Her parents had warned her that she might not be the younger mate, but she just knew it. Tonight she would meet her soulmate.

She drifted off, and woke again in a white room. As she looked around, her excitement grew. This was her dreamscape! She saw her new toy sewing machine, and the bakery oven. Then she noticed some things that she had never seen. She saw swords, and grappling hooks, and a boy with dark hair and green eyes.

She ran over to him and gave him a hug. She couldn't believe it! He was wearing an all black outfit. When she pulled off of him, she started talking a mile a minute. "Hi! My name's Marinette! What's yours? I like pink and cookies from Papa! My favorite kind is chocolate chip. What's your favorite cookie?"

He sees shocked that she was talking to him.

"I'm Damian. I don't have a favorite color. And, what's a cookie?"

She gaped at him. "You don't know?"

Then, she seemed to make up her mind about something and grabbed his arm and begin dragging him over to the kitchen. He was about to flip her, but stopped himself just in time.

"Please do not surprise me like that. I almost hurt you!"

She dropped his arm. "Sorry! Nino says I can get bossy. He's my best friend. I want to make you cookies! Papa and Maman just showed me how!"

He shrugged. "What do they taste like?"

"Cookies are the best! You have tried chocolate, right?"

"Mother gave me some once. I quite liked it."

"I don't know how to explain how they are. But we can make some!"

"Sure."

Marinette started pulling ingredients out of the cabinets. Damian helped her pull the chair from her sewing desk over to the fridge. They messed up one batch, but the second one came out well. The shapes were messy, but they tasted fine.

Damian gave a small smile to her. The rest of the time in the dreamscape, Marinette told him her likes and dislikes, and tried to get Damian to open up a little. It worked a bit, but she wanted to know everything!

He eventually told her that he knew how to fight well, but that was all she could get about the weapons spread around the room and her flowers.

As they felt themselves waking up, they smiled and waved at each other. And then they faded away.