You and me against the world

"Hand me your ring."

3 am is such an inspirational time for writing. Before you is what I would describe as a sleep deprivation monstrosity, enjoy <3

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The previous day was one of those scarce days Marinette experienced happiness that overpowered, however momentarily, her inner turmoil. However, no matter how long that wretched feeling subsided, it would always haunt her unconscious self when it slipped to a realm she normally sought rest in.

She kept on twisting and turning in what can barely can be considered sleep. Her ever changing expression was a sight to behold as it constantly shifted from a deep seated frown to a scowl until eventually her knitted brows rose and her mouth hung open, the early ghost of tears settling in the corners of her eyes.

Defeated, is how she looked like.

As if to emphasize that feeling, her form started shaking uncontrollably before her joints locked up and wails spilled from her mouth.

"MAMA PAPA" her final scream before lunging forward and escaping the terrors her mind conjured repeatedly.

Her arrhythmic pants accompanied the layer of sweat quickly covering her forehead as she stared into the wall ahead of her.

Night terrors, Adrien figured, he didn't dare touch her for fear of making the episode worse, but that didn't mean it cracked his soul to see her suffer in such a gut wrenching manner. As soon as she started regaining control, he rushed to envelop her in his soothing embrace.

He was about to leave, he had been making sure she was asleep before her sleep turned into restless twisting and decided to stick by her side.

He rocked her back and forth, desperate to calm her, all while uttering reassuring whispers of safety and affection.

Once she was tranquil enough, he debated whether or not to get her to talk about her nightmare or not. Eventually he settled it would help her to get it off her chest and shyly asked "Was it about... them?" he was a coward for not saying their names and he knew it.

She stilled in his hold for a brief second before nodding languidly.

He let out a sigh, one of worry, "I... I uh used to have those too. Quite frequently, actually back when my mom disappeared."

She interpreted the shakiness of his voice as an indication of this being a sensitive subject. She briefly wondered how he got over the agonizing grief to grow into this wonderful sunshine of a man.

She knew it was out of line for her to ask him, but a part of her deemed it appropriate to ask, for whatever reason, "You never once spoke of her, what happened to her."

He was initially reluctant to answer, and she was about to change the subject, before he slowly, experimentally spoke "I ... never really knew before... the police reports never told anything of use. The official documents state she ran away, some would go on to say she couldn't stand my dad anymore and just abandoned him and ... me" his voice grew weak at the last part and as his lips curled upwards slightly, Marinette was not aware how much sadness a smile can convey. "well, that was until a two nights ago where I found out she was in a cryogenic coffin in the dungeon I never knew existed in the very building I was trapped in for most of my life." She tightened her hold on him as he continued " From what I gathered, He wants to use the combined power of our miraculous to revive her."

Adrien thought the gasp he heard from her was of shock, sympathy maybe.

But then she let go of him and stood up. She started pacing back and forth in the middle of her room mumbling incoherent words as the gears in her head started turning.