KageSora

“You know what this will cost you, are you sure?” “I am, I’ve no choice left.” “…I understand.  What will you offer, to pay for the power you require?” “Mind, body, and soul–I offer all that I am, all that I ever was, and all that I ever could have been.” “Very well.  …I’m truly sorry that it came to this, I had not wanted our time together to be so short.” “I know.  I don’t want to leave you, but there’s no other choice.  Promise me that you’ll find me again in my next life, okay?” “Of course–I always do,

Marinette had never gotten around to telling Adrien about her feelings.  It just never seemed to be the right time.  And, besides–as they got closer as friends she was worried about ruining it with a confession.  Really, though, she considered herself lucky to be counted among his friends. Her feelings were there, of course, but she never acted on them nor spoke of them.  Telling Alya she’d moved on from her crush as she’d gotten to be better friends with him.  It wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either.  She’d opened her heart to another blond in her life, one she’d always known she

Three years now Ladybug and Chat Noir had been the heroes of Paris. Three years now Marinette had been best friends with Alya. Three years she had loved Adrien Agreste. A lot changes in three years, she thought to herself. And yet the more they change the more they stay the same. To say she stopped being in love with Adrien would be a lie–but so would it be to say that she remained in love with him the same way. Time had expanded and deepened her feelings as their friendship grew. She never did manage to work up the courage to confess to him, but she had long ago made peace with that. She no longer wanted to tell him in the hopes tha

She Knows. It’s her job to keep him in line, safe, where he needs to be. Of course she knows about him being Chat Noir. It didn’t take long to figure it out. Gorilla knows too, he couldn’t fail to put it all together–if he did he wouldn’t be worth of his job for doing it so clearly poorly. They worry for him, fear for his safety and his life each time he goes out to save the city. They cover for him, protect his secret, she misdirects those who start to sniff out the truth.  He lies, takes the blame onto himself for Adrien not being where he should when Nathalie cannot spin a story in time. Nathalie found Pla

It wasn’t when their little girl started saying she wasn’t a people that they were concerned. Nor was it when as soon as she had the motor skills to hold a crayon and began to draw crude images of some sort of critter and say that it was her. They simply smiled and agreed when she pointed excitedly to the red panda on the nature documentary and exclaimed gleefully “That’s me!  That’s me!!!!”. After all, she may have begun presenting signs of a duality of essence quite strongly for one so young, but such was hardly unusual or cause for concern. No, when they became worried was when she began puberty, and

Fight the Akuma, run away to hide while his transformation wore off, return to his civilian life and claim to have been turned into a minion if anybody mentions his absence–it should have been routine.  It was routine. Until it wasn’t. Until Marinette, the shy classmate who tended to word-vomit in his vicinity and otherwise cease being able to function like a normal human for reasons he had yet to understand (and which asking about would get him sly looks from Alya and concerned looks from Nino), was there. In the same empty classroom he dashed into as his transformation fell.  He didn’t really have time to wonder exactly

Three months. Three months it had been since this embarrassing problem of his started.  Three solid months of torment as the side-effects of being a miraculous holder sank their claws ever-deeper into his mind and body. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d embarrassed himself in front of his friends, or total strangers.  Marinette had been the first to jump to his defense, explaining that he was under a lot of stress these days and it was just clearly manifesting in a weird way.  Nino and Alya had gotten on board the “Adrien is having some kind of weird breakdown because he’s too stressed” train. Still,

Adrien Agreste was tired.  Well, that would be an understatement.  He was exhausted.  Late nights were the norm for him, but this had gotten out of hand.  He would patrol with his Lady as Chat Noir, which was usual.  He’d get home and any homework he had to finish he would take care of.  Again, nothing out of the ordinary there.  But he’d been having trouble sleeping of late, up late worrying about a certain problem of his. That problem being how many more times can he accidentally make a fool of himself in public before somebody realized he wasn’t exactly behaving like a people but instead like a cat.  On what was becoming