and i'll write to you too

He's six when he dreams of a girl with blue eyes and black hair whose smile is just as pretty as starlight. She's little like him, if not littler and he wants nothing more than to be her friend. So, when he wakes up from the most perfect dream where he holds her hand and they just play, he cries and mourns and shoutswhen he realizes he's all alone.

And just as all the parenting books say, your little one might just be the one who contacts their other half first, their eyes bright and their hearts eager. Babbling and crying and demanding for that special person to come back.

Why did they go away?

No one knows how it began or why it happens, but it's common knowledge that one day when you're small and you're pure, your heart fills up with selfless love, innocent love that only children possess.

So that morning when his mother comes running in and sees Adrien's face covered in snot and his eyes are red, her smile softens.

And she tells him the story about soulmates and how you can write to them on your skin.

When he's nine, she's the best part of his day.

He wants to know her name, but it's okay that he doesn't know it yet. She has other names, just as good names.

The Girl Who Can Stitch and Sew

The Girl Who Dreams Big

The Girl Who Comforts Me When the World Sleeps

Those are good names for her too.

When Adrien's eleven, he ignores the searing on his skin, ignores her words as she writes to him.

are you okay?

There was once a promise made that they both would write everyday, but it's hard to love her when his mother is dead.

did you eat today?

And it's harder to be a good friend to the living when dreams are just as good.

are you even alive?

He's thirteen when he dreams again and knows that it's her.

This time she doesn't smile.

And neither does he because all he can see are the tears that come down her face from where she stands. His dream is dark and she's a darker spot and he knows it's all his fault.

So he wakes up, his heart pounding in his chest and writes the words as quickly as he can on his skin, welting the flesh when he presses the pen too hard.

happy birthday…I miss you

Adrien almost thinks she won't reply, this nameless, faceless girl that he's tied to, but he feels it, her script better than a hug.

you're the worst soulmate thing ever…i missed you too.

He's fourteen when his arms are always covered in art late at night when they both should be doing math homework. There are flowers that wrap around his knuckles and hearts that dot his palms. Silly drawings of stupid faces and wonderful sketches of dresses she wants to make.

He's positive her name starts with an M because every now and there she leaves a monogram on the back of his palm near his thumb and it makes him smile because it's really loopy.

He's also fourteen when he becomes Chat Noir and life is stranger than soulmates that can write on the skin.

But this new power that drives him to her, this girl he doesn't know by face, but by soul that throws his entire world out of order.

And he's reminded of dreams when he was a child, of a girl whose eyes are bluer than the sky and whose smile sparkles like starlight.

And she's here and he's here and to put it lamely, it's love at first sight.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he asks, his cheesy pick-up line ringing between them as Ladybug stands, her bluer than blue eyes wide.

He drops his hand slowly and his bangs fall back into place, just as hers have and waits because he doesn't know what to say.

And finally, she breathes, letting go of a breath that froze her into place. "It's you?" her voice whispers, barely a breeze.

He swallows–a lump of emotion caught in his throat–and grins, joy banging his heart against his sternum. "It's me."

Again, Ladybug doesn't move for a moment, taking in all this information, but when she takes a step forward, he does the same.

Time stretches between them and he wonders what she'll do.

However, he doesn't need to wait long because her palm goes straight to his forehead and she smacks him so suddenly his teeth chatter together.

"The hell!" he shouts as he doubles over in surprise and goes to soothe his forehead as she giggles.

Green eyes narrow and search for her blue. She sticks out her tongue. "Serves you right for making me go through that all day."

And he can't stop the little smile grin that finds it's way on his face. "Well, I wanted to make sure you were thinking about me."

Ladybug rolls her eyes and goes to grab her yo-yo. He's trying to scamper himself up straight when she's already tossed the damned thing some where far away.

But before she goes, she stops to smile, blue eyes find green in the night's darkness. "Next time, why don't you just ask me out on a date?"

Chat Noir is left alone staring longingly at the girl disappearing in the distance.

Hands falling his knees, he chuckles to himself. "Why didn't I just think of that?"

And with that, he follows.