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Soul Marks	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 2395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Adrien had always eagerly awaited the appearance of his Soul Mark. It had come the day he first became Chat Noir, and he couldn't help but wonder if Ladybug's had come that day, too. It was said that marks appeared within days of each other, so the chances were high. It was also considered particularly fortuitous if marks appeared on the same day.
His mark, however, had gone unnoticed until that night, when he'd changed into his pyjamas. He'd touched it, examined it closely as he tried to figure it out. His mark was a little pink needle and thread that sat over his heart. Adrien was a true romantic and marvelled at this auspicious omen - marks above the heart meant True Love. He was a little disappointed at first, when it didn't look like a ladybug, but he was hopeful that it represented something in Ladybug's private life.
Against his better judgement, Adrien had fallen in love with Ladybug. She was clever, brave, and had become incredibly strong since their first day. He admired her as much as he loved her, and hoped that one day, she would feel the same way.
Logic told him that she probably wasn't his soulmate, in which case, he should give up trying to pursue her. She never talked about her mark and never returned his advances. But, as often as he thought about backing off and letting her find her rightful mate, another part of his mind whispered what if? It was a vicious cycle and it left him frustrated and depressed.
He desperately wanted Ladybug to be his soulmate, but if she were fated to be with another, then he would have to accept it. It was against the law to prevent someone from meeting their soulmate, not that he would ever try to.
He told himself that as long as she was happy, he was happy.
'Dude, you still with us? The bell rang five minutes ago. Come on, let's go get lunch,' Nino said as he waved a hand in front of Adrien's face.
Adrien startled, then turned to Nino with an embarrassed grin. 'Sorry, I was miles away.'
Nino smiled back and clapped him on the shoulder. 'No worries. The girls invited us to eat in the park with them. You in? We're getting free snacks from Mar's bakery,' he coaxed.
Adrien shook his head and stood. 'Maybe you should marry the bakery. I'm sure Alya would understand.'
'I most certainly would not,' Alya interjected as she circled the desks to stand in front of them.
'I'd never do that to you, oh love of my life,' Nino stated, grandly. 'But can we at least have the Dupain-Chengs cater our wedding?'
Alya reared back in mock astonishment. 'Well, duh. As if I'd have anyone else. I'd never insult my girl like that,' she declared, reaching over and dragging Marinette into an awkward side hug.
'Right. Now that that's settled, let's get some food,' Nino decided as he picked up his bag.
Nino and Alya took the lead, leaving Adrien to walk behind them with Marinette. He suspected she had a small crush on him, with the way she was always smiling and blushing around him. However, he suspected she was in the same boat he was, loving someone they were not meant to have. It saddened him, that someone as friendly and fiery as Marinette pined away, so he pretended not to hear the stammering or the occasional accidental confession. He ignored her blushes and giggling when they spoke. It wasn't the most mature technique, but he didn't want to lead her on, either. This left him in another uncomfortable limbo, but until she said something, there was nothing he could do.
Lunch was predictably awkward, but it passed uneventfully, as did the rest of the school day.

Adrien had just finished a photoshoot that afternoon when murmurs of an akuma attack reached him. In the change room, he checked his phone, the Akuma Alert App confirming an attack by the Trocadero Esplanade. He quickly changed into his regular clothes before calling for his transformation.
He then snuck away and crossed paths with Ladybug halfway there as he bounded over the rooftops.
'Good afternoon, Ladybug. Fancy seeing you here,' he shouted over the rush of the wind.
Ladybug gave a tight smile in return. 'Well, it's not like I live here or anything.'
Chat Noir gave her a crooked grin in return.
They located the akuma as she strolled around the Trocadero, turning everything she touched into ice as she went.
'What an ice day we're having,' he called, leaping down to street level. 'At least, we were,' he said, with a meaningful look at the akuma.
The akuma, Arktika, scowled and charged at him, ice forming around her fist.
'There's no need for the frosty reception,' Chat Noir taunted as he leapt out of her path.
Ladybug rolled her eyes as she stood on the sidelines, arms crossed and foot tapping. 'Can we just get this over with, please?'
Chat Noir shot her a worried glance, but did as she said.
Together, they defeated Arktika before they both fled the scene. Chat Noir had no desire to speak with the reporters surging toward them, and Ladybug was about to lose her transformation. As much as he would have liked to have stayed and talked with her, it seemed that would not happen today.

Once he was back in his room, Adrien lay on his bed, worrying about Ladybug. As much as he loved her, he wasn't blind to her faults or her temperament.
She had always kept him at a distance, too concerned for their safety to encourage personal closeness. Lately, however, she had been more distant than usual. She hadn't sassed him in weeks, and didn't even touch him unless it was absolutely necessary.
He wished she would talk to him. He could even help, if it was an attentive ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on should she need it. It was most likely something in her personal life, since if it were something he had done, she would not have hesitated to call him on it.
Even though it was none of his business, even though she was probably not his soulmate, he still worried. All that aside, they were still friends and he wanted her to know that she could confide in him.
'Hey, Plagg, how many Ladybugs and Chat Noirs have been soulmates in the past?' he asked, taken over by a morbid curiosity.
Plagg hummed from inside the garbage bin under Adrien's desk. 'A few of them,' he answered.
Adrien raised an eyebrow. 'Not all of them?'
Plagg burped and floated over to drop onto a pillow. 'Well, considering some bugs and cats have been closely related, no. Not all of them.'
Adrien gave that a moment to sink in. According to Plagg, Ladybugs and Chat Noirs have been around for as long as soulmates have. Statistically, it was plausible that some of them were related. Siblings, parent and offspring, cousins, the list went on.
'Of the ones who weren't related, how many were soulmates, then?'
Plagg tapped his chin as he thought, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. 'I'd say about one in ten pairs were soulmates.'
Adrien sighed and closed his eyes, trying to fight the melancholy that had settled over him.
As much as he wished it, Ladybug was not his soulmate. The mark on his chest was proof enough of that. Maybe his actual soulmate was one of Gabriel's employees, like a seamstress or something.
Suddenly feeling restless, Adrien begged Plagg to transform him. After a substantial bribe, Chat Noir leapt out of his window to run off his excess frustration.
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