#mdc

Adrien - everyday written on your arm is a specific event ur soulmate will face that day (ex promotion, death of family, new pet, meeting soulmate etc)

Unlike most people, Adrien quite liked his soul tie.

He had gotten his first, incredibly blurred glimpse of his soulmate when he was about six years old.

To his six-year-old eyes, she was an angel. He didn’t even register the fact that she was bungee jumping at such a young age. He was simply in shock that he could see her at all.

He remembered running to tell his mother and father the news. His mom had picked him up and gently placed him in her lap—he was quite short for a six-year-old.

“Mom! I was tryna fall asleep and then I opened my eyes and I saw this girl and she was falling in the air but then she suddenly got pulled up and everything was covered in clouds and she looked really pretty and I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see her again and—”

He rambled on and on and on, much to the amusement of his parents.

Adrien quickly learned that his soulmark allowed him to see incredibly significant events his soulmate would go through each month. Bungee jumping at the age of six must’ve been the craziest thing she did that month.

He’d always get excited to go to sleep, wondering if that night would bring his monthly glimpse of the girl of his dreams.

Every experience, every scene, would be shared with his parents the next morning—or sooner, if he was too excited to wait. Sometimes he’d sneak into their room and whisper about the things he saw. He saw when she lost her first pet, when she moved schools, when she got into an accident.

He yearned to comfort her. To be there for her wins and her heartbreaks.

And then his mother disappeared.

After that, he waited for those soulmark moments even more. He longed for the few precious hours when he could escape the haunting silence of his father's mansion.

He was nineteen now. He had moved out of his father’s house the day he turned seventeen—after finding out his father was Hawkmoth. It was all too much.

Thankfully, he had enough money to buy a small apartment on the opposite side of Paris.

Ding-dong.

That must’ve been the pizza he ordered.

Adrien got up from bed, stretching his arms as he padded toward the door. His living room was unusually clean. He narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

He opened the door, paid for the food, and turned back inside, eating a slice straight out of the box.

That’s when he noticed Felix, sleeping soundly on the couch. Plagg was curled into the boy’s hair, the kwami choosing to stay with his holder after the whole miraculous ordeal.

“That explains why this place is so clean,” Adrien mumbled with a fond smile. He placed the pizza box on the kitchen table, then made his way into the guest room. Grabbing a blanket, he hurried back and gently covered his cousin.

Felix looked peaceful. Calm. Adrien hadn’t seen him like that in months.

Maybe it was because he found his soulmate.

There was something about it—finding the other half of your soul. Adrien had noticed it in Felix and Marinette… even Kagami, when she talked about hers. That kind of quiet joy.

Fortunately, Adrien didn’t mind the wait. The glimpses he got were more than enough for now. They’d started coming at random times, not just during sleep. A few months ago, at one of Luka’s concerts, Adrien had been relaxing backstage when he was suddenly blinded by a warm light.

He’d expected something dramatic: mountain climbing, cliff diving, maybe a rooftop party.

Instead, he saw her sitting on a park bench, feeding a group of ducklings.

The scene was short. Sweet. Gentle.

And when he blinked, he was back.

Shaking the memory off, Adrien changed into a simple outfit—a white tee and sweatpants—before heading out to work. It was a bright, sunny day.

“Good to see you, dude.”

Adrien looked up at the familiar voice and smiled, waving. It was Marinette’s soulmate, now boyfriend, and his favorite co-worker.

Since it was a slow day, Adrien was working the register. He passed the time by watching people and thinking about what kind of crazy thing his soulmate might be doing next.

Then the light hit him again.

He blinked. Warmth washed over him.

This time, she was sitting in the center of a group of people, smiling as they lit the candles on a beautifully decorated cake. It was soft and glowing, and the room felt full of love.

He looked around. The place felt familiar.

A little too familiar.

His eyes darted to the window—dark outside.

Then to the calendar on the wall—July 31st.

Today.

Her birthday.

His soulmate was going to be in his cafe tonight, blowing out candles on her birthday cake.

The light faded, and Adrien’s breathing sped up. He stumbled out from behind the counter, asking someone to cover him before slipping into the break room.

“What do I do?” he whispered to himself, gripping the sink.

The vision had been here. Sure, the layout was a little different—like always—but it was unmistakable. That was their shop.

“If she’s gonna be here later…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Guess I’m working overtime today.”

“Hi Adrien,” Marinette’s chirpy voice rang through the cafe. It was late now, the sky deep and dark. The two boys were finishing up their closing routine.

“Hey,” he sighed, untying his apron.

She tilted her head, brows furrowed. “You okay? You look kinda… stressed.”

“I was just hoping I’d see someone today,” he said quietly.

She didn’t fully understand, but gave him a soft, comforting smile anyway.

“Nettie!” her soulmate called, poking his head in.

With a quick wave, Marinette was gone.

Adrien sighed again. The cafe was empty now. No celebration. No girl. No candles.

He didn’t feel like calling a taxi, and Felix was probably at his girlfriend’s place, so he started the long walk home.

About twenty minutes in, he passed a small shop. Warm light spilled from the windows, and people laughed inside. He was hungry, so he stepped in.

It was another cozy little cafe. Customers sat in clusters, sipping drinks. A small group was gathered in the corner.

Adrien moved toward the register, about to order—when he heard a chorus of hushed voices start singing a birthday song.

His head snapped around.

There.

There she was.

The girl from his soulmark visions. The same girl he saw fall off a cliff when he was six. The same girl who fed ducklings. The same girl whose birthday was today.

And she was looking right at him.

A/N : I will probably do a pt 2 of this (in y/n's pop) since this was mainly Adrien focused and i also wanna write a little after math ykyk