Marigolds-the flower of the dead. They are used to guide spirits visiting the land of the living.
Marinette is used to weird, she's no stranger to spirits. Even so, she never imagined she would meet her soulmate like this
Notes: Because I love soulmate fics and Jason Todd so why not!
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"Wow, didn't think magic girls were actually a thing. Good to know." Is the first thing Marinette hears after she drops her transformation.
Which makes no sense because Marinette is completely, one hundred and ten percent sure that Tikki was the only living thing in this room with her. She's careful to check than double-check. The tape she had left along the window had still been intact when she entered it. The powder she dusted her hatch with hadn't been disturbed.
The only thing out of place is the chill in the air, it's bone-deep like something leaching the life out of the room. A cold current that makes something in Marinette's brain tingle. Chat would call it fur rubbed wrong, it's the closest Marinette can come to describing the sensation.
No one should be in the room with her.
Her identity must be maintained at all costs, she takes precautions to ensure it. None of them have been bypassed.
"Got to say I dig the suit," the voice says completely indifferent to how she's tensed. Marinette can't place it. "It's a little gaudy sure, but hey we can't all be the Dark Knight. I get the appeal even, flashy, attention-grabbing, it's a nice stick."
Marinette can't breathe, she's not sure what exactly to do. The voice is coming from behind her. It was relaxed, casual if a bit hollow, like this was the sort of thing that happened every day.
"Maybe not the safest option. You're like a freaking stop sign. How does that work, like sure the Robin costume is a bold as hell traffic light but that's the point, you know? Draw away the gunfire so the big bad Bat can swoop in a knock them all on their asses."
Marinette narrows her eyes. Because while knowledge of the Justice League is expected to some extent. Their world-renowned, it would be hard not to have heard of them with all the earth ending disasters they've put a stop to, the lack of knowledge is surprising. Everyone in Paris knows who Ladybug is.
The fact that he doesn't seem to, it sets off a red flag in Marinette's mind. One that makes her fingers twitch with nervous energy even though her muscles are locked in place. Frozen over by manic fear.
"It's funny, you're acting almost as if you can hear me. I'm not complaining, talking to myself gets boring fast, trust me on that one. Bats isn't anywhere close to great company."
Marinette turns. Reclined back on her chaise is a boy. He's tall, taller than Adrien, probably taller than Luka even, with windswept black hair that falls into his eyes. Eyes that are so blue they're the first thing she really notices about him. They glow iridescent, demanding attention and focus and....
The next thing she notices just as he opens his mouth again is the blood.
"Wait," He says slowly, his words tentative. "You can see me, it's not just the isolation talking here. You can see me."
