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Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng had been together for five years. Five years of being madly in love with each other. When they first got together there wasn’t a doubt in anybody's mind that they wouldn’t stay together for as long as they lived, after all, they were made for each other. They had decided many years ago that they were going to move in with each other after they had finished school and now that time was today. They had chosen a small, quaint flat in the middle of Paris with beautiful views of the city from the balcony. There was a room for an at-home studio for Marinette to continue with her fashion designs as well as space for Adrien’s book collection (he had gotten into reading after the death of his father). But before the move could happen, there were countless boxes to go through and sort.
The sort had started in the attic bedroom that Marinette had been using for her entire life, so many things had accumulated over the years. They had just gotten to a forgotten cupboard that hadn’t been touched in over a decade, inside was many neglected boxes full of family heirlooms, various objects and countless photographs of years past.
“Aw, Adrien look at this,” Marinette said, reaching for one of the photo albums she had just pulled from the top box. It was a dusty dark pink book with ‘Marinette’ written in deep brown writing. “I think this is the one my mum made for me when I was younger,” She continued now looking through the book's contents. Adrien leaned on her shoulder to get closer, infatuated the book as Marinette flicked through the pages. Countless photographs of Marinette taking her first steps, trying her first foods (Adrien found the one of her trying a lemon for the first time particularly amusing) and days out to various places. “Oh, Adrien, that one looks like you,” Marinette exclaimed. It was a photograph of Marinette at the park in central Paris having a picnic with her parents and grandmother but in the background there was a boy, around Marinette’s age, with blonde hair and green eyes kicking a football to what looked like his mother. Adrien looked closer, “I think that is me,” Adrien replied now studying the photo within an inch of its life. The boy had the same blonde hair and face shape as Adrien had. “I think that’s my mother,” Adrien exclaimed, examining the woman who had her back turned to the camera. He however, recognised the slight wave the woman had in her hair as well as the swoop of hair over her shoulder that his mother often wore.
The pair continued to flick through the photo albums together. Adrien had a different album, a maroon coloured one with a small Chinese flag on the front. It was a special album from the time Marinette had visited China to meet her mothers side of the family when she was five years old. There were photographs from all moments of the trip. Marinette at her great-uncle's restaurant, meeting her maternal grandparents, attempting to use chopsticks and in the airport back home. In the photo Marinette was sitting on one of those uncomfortable airport chairs, smiling with a teddy bear in one hand and a snack in the other. Behind her must have been up to a hundred other people, all waiting for various flights, but one person in particular caught his eye. Another blonde boy, this time with a tall woman with dark blue-black hair. He couldn’t see either of their faces.
“Marinette, who do you think that looks like?” Adrien asked her. He didn’t want to explicitly say just in case his eyes were playing tricks on him.
“That looks exactly like Natalie,” Marinette replied, taking the book off of Adrien to get a closer look. “And that could be you,” she pointed at the boy in the photo.
“Do you really think so?” Adrien questioned.
“Why don’t you ask Natalie? She could tell you whether or not you went to China around that time or not.”
One half-an-hour phone call later and the verdict was in, it was in fact Natalie and Adrien in the picture. “Woah, so we’ve been in each other’s lives for a lot longer than we thought,” Adrien giggled.
“Looks like it,” Marinette smirked back at him. “We’ll have to go through the videos next, “ She half joked. Adrien didn’t respond but looked at her with pure love in his eyes. This was who he was meant to be with, this is the love of his life and these sheer coincidences confirmed it. They were, in fact, made for each other.