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Please read Hers and His first.

They’re sitting on a rooftop at midnight, looking over the city that they protect when Ladybug brings up the question that has been plaguing her mind for weeks.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Chat?”

 If he’s wondering where this seemingly random statement came from he doesn’t show it, opting to answer without hesitation. “I suppose it’s possible. If a pair of superheroes with magical powers can exist, reincarnation can probably happen too.” 

 He turns to look at her, studying her face intently, and Ladybug feels an ache in her chest, but she doesn’t understand why. “If you’re worried that we won’t be together in the next life, don’t. I’ll find you no matter who or where you are, my lady.”

If Adrien is the sun, Chat Noir is the moon, Marinette thinks to herself once.

Adrien is bright and dazzling to the point that she can’t look at him directly.

But as Marinette gets to know the both of them, she thinks maybe it’s quite the opposite.

Chat Noir is warm and inviting, and being with him is like the first day of summer vacation, full of fun and possibilities and freedom.

As Marinette gets used to Adrien, she realizes that while he is dazzling still, his light is a little muted as if it’s reflected from somewhere else. 

He wants to tell her that it’s okay to take a break from patrolling sometimes. He’s noticed that she’s been more tired lately, possibly due to something in her civilian life. He couldn’t pry, of course. He also couldn’t convince her to not push herself too hard because she’s so stubborn.

Maybe I’d look at Chat Noir differently if Adrien didn’t exist.

Marinette had told herself that once. Yet here she was in a world where Adrien (thankfully) still existed, a folder full of pictures of Chat Noir in her hands.

“This doesn’t mean anything. I have plenty of pictures of my friends. This isn’t any different.”

It felt like a lie to say that.

Because it was, she realized.

She had convinced herself that she would never think of Chat Noir as more than her crime fighting partner, her teammate…he was one of her best friends. But then she had started collecting the pictures with the rationale of keeping track of the battles she had against the akuma. But with each photograph she tucked away, that obnoxious alley cat wormed his way deeper into her heart, leaving her with a three-inch thick pile of conflicted feelings.

Her eyes traced her room, wandering over the multitude of magazine clippings tacked to her walls depicting a boy with green eyes and a gentle smile. Most other nights, she felt warm looking at those images, but tonight she only had frigid guilt settling into her bones as her line of sight drifted back down to another boy with electric green eyes.

“I’m such an idiot,” she whispered, closing the folder and tucking it away in a place nobody could see it. Especially herself.

A/N: I originally wasn’t going to write anything from Adrien’s perspective but HERE WE ARE. 

Warnings: Blood and implications of death

You can read Marinette’s version here. 

Summary: Marinette dreams about her past lives.

Warnings: Death is mentioned once. Also, I’m a very sad human being.

A/N: I have so many regrets, but I also regret nothing at all.

EDIT: You can now read something from Adrien’s POV here.

A while ago, nanielavnz gave me a link to this article, and something about it made me want to write Sheelos drabbles to them, which resulted in this monster that I wrote on and off over the span of months. Now it’s finally finished, and I’m actually quite fond of it. 

I ended up setting it in a modern AU in which Zelos and Sheena are college students and they live in an apartment complex as neighbours. (I might expand on this AU one day. I might not. Who knows? It’s been living in my brain for a while.) 

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