Title: Multiverse Dream
Summary: They would fall in love in every universe, because their fate can’t control a love that breaks the barriers of space and time. (written for my friend Hannah, also prepare for minor angst and major fluff)

She lay on the rooftop, staring at the stars. Across her face was a painted smile, and she didn’t have to look at her partner to know his had an identical one. It was a quiet night in Paris, the little city noises dulled by the cool night air.  

“The stars look impressively beautiful, considering you can usually barely see them,” she murmured, not having intended to say it out loud.  

“I agree,” Chat whispered. “The universe is stretched out across the sky, as if you could reach for it and touch it.” She noticed his hand reaching up towards the stars, as if brushing them with his fingertips.  

“It’s endless,” she agreed.  

“Do you believe in the multiverse theory? That there are parallel universes, each a little different from our own?”

Ladybug couldn’t come up with a response, humming lightly to figure out her own thoughts. “Maybe,” she finally managed. Unable to voice her opinion, she forced out a joke. “Doesn’t that mean there’s a universe where you don’t love me, kitty?”

She heard him shift his head, and turned towards him. His green eyes shone like a true cat, and she shivered though it wasn’t very cold. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

She chuckled nervously, feeling heat creep into her cheeks. “Oh, come on Chat. I’m sure it’s-”  

His eyes didn’t waver. “I think we’re meant to be, princess. No matter what universe, what time, what problem, I’ll always find you. And I’ll always love you.”  

Her heart fluttered. She definitely had not expected that. “I love you too, Adrien.” She shifted closer to him, turning back towards the sky. She let herself get lost in the blanket of twinkling diamonds and galaxies.

“Well princess, it seems your knight must go fight a great battle.”

Her heart flooded with worry. “Adrien, you can’t go out there. We need to get out of here.”

His eyes grew determined. “And let there be a chance of you not getting out? Never. Marinette, I’ll protect you with my life.”

Burning tears filed her eyes, and the pressure behind her nose hurt her head. “I can’t let you do that, Adrien.”  

She reached for the sword on the table behind her. With a swing of her arm, knocked him out with the hilt of her father’s sword. As he crumpled to the floor, she could see the betrayed look in his eyes.

“I love you, my knight.” she whispered, forcing her tears to subside. She quickly tightened the ties of her blouse and trousers, the fabric battle-torn and bloody from their fights, side by side.

But no matter how long they had stood by each other, how much she loved him, how much it hurt to know she may never see him again, this was a battle she would have to fight. And hoping luck was on her side, she would ensure he lived through the war’s final battle.  

She dashed outside, joining the ranks of people marching towards the field. She fixed her mask so they wouldn’t recognize her. The princess really didn’t have much business fighting beside her people, after all.  

She was more powerful than her enemies would ever know. Sword strapped to her side, fingers itching for combat, she noticed the enemy’s army approaching steadily.  

With a loud war cry and a flurry of arrows, the two sides stormed at each other. Marinette knew the people beside her were falling and fighting, killing and being killed.  She pressed forward, blade aimed for the men in front of her.  

She ducked and dodged, killing only when she had to. She was aiming for the general’s throat, not his people’s.  

She noticed a skilled fighter approaching her, killing her comrades as they approached. Marinette took note of the figure’s foxlike mask, and Marinette held her sword defensively.  

The figure came closer, swinging their sword. Then in a flurry of clashes, they were fighting, clawing at each other with the steel of their blades. Marinette grunted as she swung towards the figure’s torso.  

The figure paused. “You’re a woman,” came a feminine voice.

“You are too,” Marinette replied in shock. The figure was not shocked. She swung and cut Marinette’s arm, who in turned cried in pain. She held the injured arm, retreating enough to prepare to fight again.


Her eyes widened. No, he can’t be here. “Adrien!” she screamed, turning away from the figure.  

Then she saw him fighting off two, three, four men. He ran towards her, sword aimed for the figure behind her. The figure chuckled, then swung her sword towards him. The two fought as Marinette watched helplessly, begging for Adrien to get out of the battlefield. Her injured arm throbbed in protest.

Adrien seemed to be getting the upper hand, parrying and striking. He swung towards the figure’s arm, but the figure was faster.  

Marinette screamed.  

The figure laughed as Adrien fell. Marinette’s fury rose into her eyes as she screeched and stabbed the figure through the stomach. She collapsed onto her knees beside Adrien. Marinette’s tears finally spilled over as she knelt over her love’s lifeless body.  

She screamed and sobbed as the battle raged around her.  

There was a knock at her window. Marinette’s eyes lit up. She scurried towards the windowsill, stumbling over her dolls and figures. She opened the window, shaking her head.  

“Adrien Agreste, if you keep doing this, you’ll fall and get hurt.” Marinette scolded.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I already have a mother,” he responded cheekily, hopping in and brushing off his clothes. “I got the new comics! Let’s read ‘em!”

She gasped in delight, pulling him towards her soft rug. They lay down beside each other, opening the little comics full of action and adventure.  

“Is that Adrien’s voice I hear?”  

“Yes Mama!” Marinette called back down.  

“I’m bringing cookies!”  

The two nine-year olds looked at each other with glee. At age nine, they spent their days scarfing down sweets until they were sick, reading together in Marinette’s room.  

At age twelve, Adrien’s mother passed away and his father forbade him from leaving the house. Their new house, that is. Pretty far from Marinette’s house.  

He stopped sneaking in through her window.  

At age fifteen, he started coming to public school again. The years that passed had given him the chance to grow much, much taller, and much, much more handsome. Marinette couldn’t help but admire him, though she had no idea how to talk to her old childhood friend anymore.  

He still smiled at her with his smile full of kindness, his eyes full of mischief.  

She hoped they would be friends again someday.  

Her heart, however, tinged whenever he talked to Chloe, who he apparently had been friends with all this time.  

At age seventeen, they had become closer again. Marinette didn’t talk to him much outside of seeing him with Alya and Nino, their other friends, but it was a start. She could appreciate a start.  

She noticed him wherever she went, secretly longing for more. More time together, more conversations between just the two of them, more than just friends.  

But she knew he didn’t like her back.

Age eighteen, they had finally graduated high school. Both received passing marks on their final tests, both were going to universities in Paris.  

Adrien had broken up with Chloe months before, realizing Chloe had actually been taunting Marinette for a while. Marinette felt slightly guilty for being the cause of their break-up, but in honesty, felt more guilty about the delight she felt knowing they were no longer dating.

It was a quiet night, and they sat on Marinette’s rooftop together. Alya and Nino had already left their “hot chocolate and cookies party”, but Adrien didn’t want to go home yet.  

Marinette wondered why.

“I miss this, you know.” he said suddenly, shifting closer towards her. “I missed seeing you every day.”

“I missed it too,” she replied, giving him a gentle smile. Her heart tugged when he smiled back.

“I’m glad,” he murmured. The sat in silence, though a bit more awkward than it had been before.

Marinette looked up at the sky, and gasped when a shooting star flashed across her vision. “Did you see that?!” She turned to Adrien with wide eyes, only to have them widen further when she saw him looking at her.

“See what?” he asked quietly. His eyes didn’t waver.

“U-Uh,” Marinette stammered. “Star. Shooting. Yeah.” She blushed fiercely, hoping the darkness of the evening made it less obvious.

He was way too close, and she felt ridiculous about getting lost in his eyes. She almost saw a flash of what their friendship used to look like. She remembered being bold as a nine-year-old, confident and commanding. She took a hasty breath.

“Hey Adrien?” she asked, hushed.


“I like you. A lot. As more than friends. I have for a while.” Once she started rambling, she couldn’t find it in herself to stop. “A-And I know we haven’t been close for a while, so I totally get if you don’t feel the same way. Oh gosh, I’m rambling, aren’t-”  

He leaned forward until he had caught her lips against his, his fingers weaving into her hair. She gasped again, her eyes fluttering shut when she kissed him back. He pulled away slightly, long enough for her to catch her breath.  

“Can I take that as a yes?” she whispered, brain turning to mush.  

“I like you a lot too,” he chuckled, before kissing her again.

And again.

And…well, you get the point.

“Ready to head home, my Lady? It’s getting late.”

Ladybug blinked, and the hazy stars in her eyes cleared. She sat up slowly, stretching and sighing. “Ready.”

He stood up and took her hand in his. They stood side by side, facing the skyline of Paris and the ocean of stars. An endless horizon where they would fall in love again and again.

And again.

And again.

And…well, you get the point.