This is an odd story that came about because a friend and I had a similar dream once and I wondered what it would be like if your soulmate would dream what you did or saw when you were awake. It's a two part and the other half will be up in two to three days. Also I have Tandem Lies through Secrets within up on youtube for your listening pleasure. I will continue adding more audio files when I have the time.
Yuuzhan Vong Jedi... MMMM I agree and I really don't have the time to make it into a great fic at this moment which is why I stopped it when I did. The Pressure would still be there in a way but from a different source like Chloe or attacking akuma. It was a different flow of writing for me as well which is why it felt off probably. Hope you enjoy Detecting Ladybugs since it is a slightly darker tale and the charterers are all older.
ScarletSaphire... You are completely fine so comment away! I am glad you enjoyed listening to me read my stories. They are not the best quality but its the best I can do with a computer and a semi quiet house lol. Did you ever get around to fully reading Requiem?
(Soulmate Dream AU) Adrien and Marinette share the same dreams because they are soulmates. The only problem is Marinette lives in China and Adrien lives in Paris.
Dreamless Connection.
Dreams are something everyone has. Whether awake or asleep dreams are things that people constantly imagine, things they wishing to be true, or are the adventures our minds take us on once we close our eyes. Marinette didn't dream, in fact she never had and it was around at the age of four that Marinette realized this was odd. Her mom asked her if she had a good dream since she had been smiling in her sleep so Marinettes question of what's a dream and her mother's following explanation left her perplexed. You see every time she closed her eyes at night instead of an adventure or simply darkness, she lived the life of a little boy almost half way around the globe in Paris. When she had told her mom what she had seen her mom had laughed it off patting her head gently saying "You have such a great imagination my little Marinette. One day we might even move to Paris!"
It was a shock to realize her mom was incapable of understanding. That what Marinette was experiencing wasn't normal. Marinette realized her dream hadn't been what her mom knew as a dream and she came to realize that she was different. The boy wasn't only in her head as a figment of her incredible imagination. He was real, the boy in her dreams talked back to her, had his own hopes, fears, parents, and name. His name was Adrien.
The two had known each other's names from the start. After all every time their eyes closed they could see what the other saw, hear what was being said. They knew each other thoroughly by the time they could speak which was surprisingly late for their ages at least in Adriens case. Marinette had begun talking as soon as she was able while Adrien was a quieter child loving to listen instead. They grew up in each other's minds and it was as they grew that they learned to keep their dreamless state a secret.
They had deemed it necessary especially after Marinettes mom had simply laughed it off as her imagination. For Adrien it was a slightly bigger deal when his father had caught Adrien talking to no one in particular. He had become concerned about his mental wellbeing although his mother had laughed it off telling him to leave Adrien and his imaginary friend alone. The mentioning of outside help left Adrien and Marinette understanding that no one could ever understand and if they tried to explain they would be seen as crazy. It was their secret of course and they held each other's names close, being careful to never even speak to the other if there was a chance of being over heard. Not even Marinettes parents knew their child's secret although they seemed to realize that there was something distinctly odd about their child. They lived in China or more specifically in Taiwan and yet their child could speak fluent French by the time she was five. Her father was French and he chalked it up to the fact that they did sometimes speak the language around Marinette but still it was odd.
Adrien was far worse off since he for one had very little excuse as to how he knew Chinese when all they spoke in the household was French. The language barrier was part of the reason why he spoke so little because sometimes he found himself slipping into a mix of the two languages without meaning to. His father had very little patience for his funny language so Adrien mostly remained mute in his presence. His mother on the other hand was sympathetic towards his plight and Adrien had a sneaky suspicion that she knew more that she let on. This especially rang true when she enrolled him in a Chinese course complete with a tutor so he could learn a different language properly. Adrien was initially worried by this odd action but eventually he grew quite bored with the lessons since he was already practically fluent. Writing and reading the language was a different thing entirely, although he shocked the poor tutor quite frequently with how fast he verbally picked the language up. Marinette however, found the lessons fascinating and hilarious.
Lessons and secrets aside, living two lives made them more mature for their ages while giving them experiences they wouldn't have if it weren't for their dreamless state. When they were seven Adriens father brought him to his workshop since his mom had been busy and Marinette had fallen in love with the designing world. The colors, the patterns, and designs, Adrien could practically feel Marinette glowing through their bond even though she was asleep and he was awake. It made him happy as well and he was careful to be on his best behavior so he could return. Seeing how interested he was Adriens father decided to use his son as a model for his new line and thus Adriens modeling carrier was born. Marinette began designing immediately and while Adrien could appreciate the designs and the processes of making clothes he enjoyed his mother's hobby far more. She played piano and had started teaching Adrien the moment he could reach the keys when sitting on the bench. Adrien also found a love for baking since it was what Marinettes parents did. He wasn't very good at it but he loved spending time with his mother in a small unused kitchen creating cakes and pastries he shouldn't know how to make. His mom never asked how he knew to make all the things he did instead she was impressed and proud of his ability to recall the recipes. It was his mothers and his secret time together other than playing the piano and the two of them enjoyed every moment of it.
The children were happy living two full lives and coming to know each other as well as siblings until their tenth year. When he was ten, Adrien's world fell apart. His mother became sick and nothing could be done to help her. Adrien was constantly told there was nothing to be done and he was forced to watch as his mother simply became weaker and weaker. One day a small package arrived from China and Adrien brought it with him to the hospital so he could open it there. His father hadn't come and the gorilla who had driven him left the room giving the two of them their privacy. Adrien waited until his mom awakened before slowly climbing onto her bed being careful not to disturb to lines that disappeared into her skin.
"Hello sunshine." His mother whispered brushing the hair back from his face. "What do you have my sweet?"
Adrien smiled leaning into his mothers caress as he placed the small package before her. "It's for you mama."
Knowing his mom was too weak to break the tape apart Adrien did it for her revealing a small handmade pillow. It had the symbol for peace stitched on the front as well as bamboo, and the pillow smelled of lavender, pine, and cookies. It was an odd scent but to Adrien it was the best scent he had ever smelled and for a brief moment he didn't want to let it go. It was the only real thing he had of Marinette, it was proof that she was real and not a figment of his mind. Clutching the box and taking a deep breath of the scent still within he missed the look that crossed is moms face. His mother held the small gift gently tracing the bamboo with a smile until finally lifting it to her face. Taking a deep breath she sighed before laying it on her chest close to her heart.
"This is from your Marinette isn't it?" She whispered and Adrien froze unable to speak to either agree or deny the question. It was all the answer she needed and looking into her sons eyes she asked "Is she here now?"
Adrien blinked the shock fading a little while slowly nodding. He could still feel Marinette's surprise a slightly dull sensation that meant she was still in fact asleep. Gently his mom raised her hands to his cheeks and sitting up pressed a kiss to his forehead. Laying back again his mom stared into Adrien's eyes and he felt as if she could see right through him to where Marinette was.
"Thank you my dear. I am going to let Adrien hold on to it for me. He is going to need it more than me and he will need you more than ever. You two are so very young, I wish I could have met you." She whispered blinking as tears filled her lovely eyes.
Adrien felt tears spring to his eyes at the sight. "Mama?" He whimpered and she held her arms out to him. Snuggling right up against her Adrien cried not understanding what was happening but he was old enough to realize his mom was not going to come home. It broke his heart and as he fell asleep in his mothers warm embrace something within his bond to Marinette changed. Maybe it was because they were both feeling such strong emotions but as his mind entered that dreamless state Adrien found that he was reaching towards Marinette. She reached for him as well and with a sudden sensation similar to falling out of bed they stood before one another.
"Marinette?" Adrien queried and Marinette gaped at him "Adrien." She breathed
In the next moment they ran to each other colliding in the middle to cling to the other, sobs slipping from both of them. They were real, they were together, maybe only in this odd dark place but still they were there. After several minutes of simply holding on the two of them broke apart each trying to speak only to stop and laugh again. They didn't know how their minds had connected like they did and they both realized that where they were wasn't real anywhere but their connected minds. It was like an echo of the real world and even sensations weren't truly all there. When they touched it was a sensation like holding your hand a mere centimeter from your skin. You can tell that something is there and feel the warmth but the actual touch was lost. For once though they could speak, truly speak and not have to remember questions or worry about being overheard. Time was irrelevant to them but all too soon their world shook and it was Marinette who was the first to realize that they were being woken up. The good bye was far too swift but they both now knew they could and would see each other again.