You're The Romeo To My Juliet {1/2}

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This is a story where Adrien is Romeo and Marinette is Juliet.

If you wonder why the language is so weird, it's because most of it is from Shakespeare.

Thy is your. Thou and thee is you.

I hope you enjoy!

Word count

1383

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Thousands of golden candlesticks placed on each side of the lane, which was made to value Marinette herself. His feet stepped carefully on the flower petals as he made his way closer. His eyes never left her form, not even when he walked past the neon crosses. With each step he took, he prepared himself. But what was he preparing for?

Was it his death or to realize that Marinette in truth was dead?

His breathing was heavy, almost panting. Frown lines appeared as two deep furrows nestled between the eyebrows. Blue eyes with a glow from light gray were tearing up. There she was. Beautiful as always. She was laying in the most white dress you ever had seen. Surrounded by beautiful bouquets and candles in every size. Slow and careful, he walked up the five steps. Eyelids pressed together as a tear rolled down his right cheek. He looked up, waiting for a miracle.

How could God let him find his soulmate and then take her out of his hands?

How was death so easy?

Living was so hard, it could take so long to figure out how to live. But death, it was the opposite, it could be easy and fast.

It was unfair.

He let out a silent sob before whispered pleadingly out in the night:

“I beg thee please My Lord! Give her back to me… I shall give thee the desires of thy heart...”

But there was no Lord to answer nor give her back to him.

The room stayed in silence. His gaze was lingering on her again. He leaned over her to lay his weapon on the small pillow next to her. With nothing left in his hands, he found place beside her.

The two lovers laid in her deathbed completely silent, but the silence didn’t last long.

The Agreste blonde shifted his weight as he went to brush the hair out of the Dupain-Cheng brunette. His hand stayed on her right cheek, slowly caressing it. His words moved themselves’ way out between his lips:

“My love, my wife.” His voice was a whisper so fragile, so defeated.

The words continued to flow out of his mouth: “Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,” he sucked in a breath, trying to control his breathing,

“Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet.”

Millions of words were wanted to be told. Apologies for not protecting her. Promises about the two of them will meet soon again. Endless confessions involving his unlimited love for her.

He interrupted his own thoughts as he inhaled sharply once more.

“Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks?”

His index finger brushed over her small lips, who were unexpectedly pink and warm. Was he already on his way to heaven? Marinette laid there unconscious without any sign of breathing, yet he could still feel the warmth from her being. His index finger continued to trail from her lips to her cheek ever so slowly.

“And death's pale flag is not advanced there.”

He leaned in closer to caress her cheek against his, like a cat nuzzling its owner.

His words came out sounding like a prayer.

“Dear Marinette, why art thou yet so fair?”

With the right hand in her hair, and right thumb slowly caressing her cheek over and over, he continued:

“Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?”

He let the question die out in the night as he captured her lips into a short loving kiss. At the moment, he would close his eyes and forget that his lady, his wife was lifeless. He would forget that the poison which burned in his pocket wasn’t to suicide. He would forget that this was real.

They were in their own paradise with no disturbing there could agitate them. In their paradise, there would be no families to tell them what was wrong and not. Their parents weren’t there to tell them, their love was unacceptable and a waste of time. No, they were in paradise.

But it didn’t last long.

A tear rolled down his cheek as their paradise had disappeared again. As magical as the kiss were, there was still no fairy tale magic to awake her from death like Sleeping Beauty and Snow White.

There was nothing Adrien could do. It was the end.

He ripped off his necklace with their wedding ring placed as a charm. It snapped around his neck, but he showed no sign from pain. There was only love and sorrow in his eyes. With the ring between his fingers, he carefully slipped it on her left ring finger.

The ring was made of sterling silver. On the outside two letters were written in blocks of black. It was A and M. Between the letters were there a cross with a heart in the middle. To remind each other their love, a secret promise written on the inside:

“I love thee”.

The ring was now hers as his heart, she had stolen with the first glance at him.

Once again, he went up to cradle her head gently and protectively. The time was up, he told himself. He couldn’t bear to see her, hold her and even kiss her with knowing she wouldn’t /couldn’t/ respond.

“Here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh.” Tears came to him like a wave, and he quickly wiped them away from sight.

“Eyes, look your last.” His eyes focus on her, sharper than ever. This was the last look, he told himself over and over.

“Arms, take your last embrace.” His arms took her into a gentle and careful but most loving embrace.

“And lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.”

His right hand cupped her face as his lips found hers and gave her his last kiss. He would never forget the electricity from her touch, from her kiss. That was a promise nothing could make him break.

Unwilling, he let her go and took the poison up from his pocket. Off went the lid, and his eyes looked up facing the ceiling.

“A dateless bargain to engrossing death-”

His death speech got interrupted by an out of breath Master Fu, yelling: “Adrien, stop!”

Adrien immediately stopped his actions but without lowering the poison. Master Fu walked up to Adrien as he got his reply.

“Master Fu, no world is worth living without Marinette.”

His voice sounded defeated and pained as he made his way closer to Master Fu.

“I came here to announce thee, Marinette is not dead.”

Adrien’s face went blank, but it didn’t last long.

“Marinette is dead, thou look at her!”

He glanced from Master Fu to Marinette, and his expression unhesitatingly turned slack-jawed.

Marinette laid there, looking deeply into his eyes. Master Fu’s idea had worked, she thought.

Without a word, she sat up from her lying position and swang the legs out of the funeral bed. Adrien, who still had his jaw by the floor, couldn’t move a muscle. His eyes only began to water but this time it wasn’t out of sorrow, no, it was from love and relief.

Adrien got out of his trance and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Marinette stood up and was about to walk to Adrien, but he was faster. He ran a storm and scooped her up into his embrace. They spun around as Adrien shouted:

“I love thee! I love thee! I love thee!”

Marinette could only giggle in response as she quietly tried to make Adrien sit her down. Adrien understood her sign and placed her feet to the ground. His arms never left her lower back as they stood there in silence. She settled her hands around his neck and brought his face down to hers. She placed her forehead against his and whispered:

“I love thee.”

Adrien couldn’t wait longer. He had just heard the love of his life tell him that she loved him. It was all that mattered. It was love.

He tightened his grip around her and captured her lips.

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