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All the Time We’ve Got-- Intro + Chapter 1
Mari and Damian are soulmates— Counter on wrist, number goes up every minute soulmates spend together
Both are attending Gotham University; Mari doesn’t have the Miraculous, Damian is on a temporary break from being Robin while in school
Counter hits one before either of them notice-- Mari runs through a crowd with Damien in it when late for class
Look for each other later, don’t find each other
Keep conveniently missing each other for a decent amount of time, probably
Cue shenanigans!
CHAPTER ONE
The counter still read ‘Zero’ after all these years. Marinette was forever searching for whoever she was destined to be with; she knew it wasn’t anyone at her school, or in her neighborhood. Maybe not anyone in Paris. She had been disappointed that Adrien wasn’t her soulmate, of course-- his counter also read ‘Zero’ last time they spoke, but given how often they were around each other their counters would’ve had numbers in the millions.
Alya and Nino had a count of at least 2 million. They were attached at the hip since the first day Alya walked into Ms. Bustier’s classroom five years earlier and her and Nino’s counters beeped. They both looked down at their wrists, at the new numbers, and then at each other. Big smiles covered their faces as Nino stood up and walked over to his soulmate. That was the beginning of one of the cutest romances the school had ever seen. Even after Alya took Lila’s side, Marinette was happy for her friend.
College and lycee passed with the blink of an eye. Between the drama and the homework and working at the bakery and saving Paris as Ladybug, Marinette had more than enough on her plate to keep her occupied. It was finally time for University, and after the defeat of Hawkmoth a year before, Marinette finally had a chance to leave the city for more than a few hours without intense fear paralyzing her. She still woke up in a cold sweat sometimes, dreaming about the battle and the revelations that came with Hawkmoth’s demise. She and Chat Noir-- sorry, Adrien-- had grown apart since then, and she didn’t blame him for it. Losing both of his parents in such a traumatic way made a huge impact on his mental state, and ever since he’d been a bit… different. Less talkative, even more secluded than before, pouring himself into his schoolwork. He wanted to be a social worker after University, he told Marinette. She was happy for him, and she was glad he’d found a calling that could help him deal with his trauma as much as it would help others.
Chat Noir and Ladybug no longer patrolled the streets, no longer fought akumas or other villains who appeared in Paris. They left the police to do their jobs, and retired the Miraculous. It was a hard decision, but one that needed to be done. Master Fu was more than capable of watching the ring and the earrings, along with the rest of the items in the Miracle Box, and he agreed that in time Marinette would take over his job in conjunction with her fashion career. She already had a whole Miraculous-themed clothing line, but she hadn’t mentioned that to anyone yet. It was her little secret, her passion project that distracted her from the mundanity of her current life.
Everything changed the day she got the acceptance letter from Gotham University. She texted Adrien right away, and he responded with a picture of his acceptance letter for the University of London. She finally had a chance to escape the streets that constantly reminded her of everything that went wrong in her youth, all the pain and suffering and neglect. Sure, there were some good moments, like the sleepover she and Adrien had in the park last summer before it started to rain, or the snowball fights she had with her parents when she was younger, or working in the bakery with her family (Adrien included, of course). But still, she needed distance. She would return one day, but first she needed to fix herself, far away from France.
It was late August when she packed her belongings into two large suitcases. Even though she wasn’t taking everything she owned, her room still looked bare when she finished. She looked around the room and sighed. Au revoir, Paris, she thought before climbing down the trap door for the last time in the foreseeable future.
Off to Gotham.
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Hi! This is my first time posting an actual wip on here, so I’d love to know what you think! I have more chapters in various stages of being written, so if people want me to, I’ll post them sooner or later! :)
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