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💀 pour oublier ma peine immense

It had been a long and hard three years.

Ladybug had run out of fingers with which to count the sticky situations she and Chat Noir had been in because of Hawkmoth. But finally, finally, she and her partner had him dead to rights. As time went on, they had grown desperate, and they'd made mistakes - but nothing they hadn't been able to fix. He'd made mistakes, too, and that was how the two of them had managed to track him down.

Heart pounding, she cast her gaze down at the man that had been their adversary for so long. Hawkmoth stared back at the both of them with a dark glare full of loathing. There were a lot of things she had wanted to ask him when she finally caught up to him, but there was only one question she was actually able to form.

"How could you?" She whispered, her voice ragged. She was breathing heavily - the fight had taken a lot out of her. Out of her partner, and out of their enemy, too; had it gone on much longer, they all might have dropped dead out of exhaustion. "You hurt so many people."

Hawkmoth's eyes glittered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. Ladybug felt something roll down her cheek - sweat, she hoped, and not blood or tears, but she'd taken a hit to the temple earlier and she couldn't be certain that it wasn't bleeding (and in fact it was). But she was in better shape than him, at least. He was beaten down, he had lost.

All that remained was to take his Miraculous and make sure that Nooroo's power never, ever fell int the hands of someone like him ever again.

His refusal to answer stirred anger in her where there had once been pity.

"Men. Women. Children. You used them all - and for what? What on earth could have been worth it? I don't understand. Explain yourself, Hawkmoth."

He didn't answer. He looked between the two of them, seething. Ladybug scowled and knelt down in front of him, curled her fingers around his brooch, and yanked it away from his suit.

The magic holding his transformation together fell apart, and Nooroo emerged from the butterfly Miraculous at long last. Ladybug cradled him in the crook of her arm and watched as the facial features of their nemesis became clear.

A well-dressed man, middle-aged. Nobody she recognized. Without his Miraculous, he should have been powerless. Defeated. Done for.

She didn't catch his smirk until it was too late.

His hand darted into the suit jacket that hadn't been there before, and his fingers closed around something she couldn't see. "I'll make you understand," He snarled, and the next thing she knew his hand emerged from the jacket and the crack of a gunshot split the air. "Perhaps now we'll share the same wish."

There was a gun in his hand, Ladybug realized, as a dull roar and the man's twisted, bitter laughter filled her ears. He hadn't aimed at her. She turned toward her partner with dread.

He had aimed at him, and his laughter was not the laughter of a man who had missed his mark.

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"You should be-"

...and there she was, arguing with him. Again.

Ladybug pressed her lips together, and for good measure, she brought her hands up to cover her mouth, as if she could physically keep herself from saying anything else stupid or thoughtless that might hurt him.

When it came down to it, she... just didn't know how to handle a situation like this.

She would learn, one step at a time, but there were sure to be missteps while they figured it out. She just wished that there wouldn't be - that she could get it right the first time, that she could come up with a solution to this as easily as she'd come up with solutions for dealing with akuma attacks. Being a superhero was easy enough when you were facing supervillains, she supposed, but being a superhero who was powerless to help the person she cared about most in the world...

Awful. It was awful.

"...sorry. I'm not very good at taking my own advice."

As upset as she was with herself, he could see a touch of that stubborn streak come out, wanting to talk, even if she said otherwise.

He smiled before he could stop himself, a small glimpse of teeth before he covered his mouth, too.

"Me either," he responded, then paused, looking up at her over his hand. His eyes had softened, the tension leaking away from his shoulders as he understood.

It wasn't that she was dodging a fight, or that she didn't want to talk, after all.

"I charge in a lot without thinking things through," he added, leaving off his mouth to grip the blankets, looking thoughtfully at her.

Then, he smiled, a touch hopeful.

"I... think with my heart instead of my head."

Ladybug looked up, just briefly, and her smile was faint, but there.

He thought with his heart, not his head. For most of their partnership, she'd thought with her head, not her heart, despite how difficult that was - because they were two halves of the same whole. One of them had always been there to cover what the other couldn't.

That had been how they'd worked - and it had all gone to hell when she'd let her heart get the better of her in the battle with Hawkmoth.

"I try to do the opposite," she said softly. "Think with my head, I mean. It was always my job to have a plan, or if I didn't have one to start with, to... come up with one. ...but recently I've been speaking and acting without thinking a lot."

She drew one of her hands away from her mouth so that she could rest it over her heart.

"...you make it very easy for me to think with my heart."

And very difficult for her to think with her head.

Adrien watched her, watched her eyes, her hands, and felt a flutter in his chest.

Was this how she normally spoke with him? What had happened in that fight? What had she seen to so thoroughly change her mind about her feelings?

"Maybe you should let me help you more," he suggested, and immediately wondered if he was overstepping, realized he didn't feel like he was.

Adrien smiled a little, hopefully.

"So you don't have to carry everything alone."

Another breath. Something else was on the tip of his tongue, something softer, warmer, but he didn't know the words to express it quite yet. He'd just have to feel it, let it flow when it came.

Adrien had so easily called Marinette Princess, but hadn't yet found any of his names for Ladybug.

"...you've always helped me," she said quietly.

From the very beginning, he had made sure that she didn't have to carry the weight of the burdens of a superhero alone. He'd coached her through her first failure, been right at her side through the others, and even now...

Even now, when he was suffering because of her biggest failure yet, he still wanted to help her.

"I mean it. I've never had to carry this all alone."

Adrien's eyes widened, as understanding flickered on the edge of memory.

... he'd been there. He'd been there for her while she had the mask on. Consistently. For over three years.

The headache pressed back, but it wasn't too much this time.

"I have?" he asked quietly, all hushed excitement, as if they might be overheard.

Was that too much?

She searched his face, clearly a little anxious, but... he seemed alright. He wasn't having the same kind of reaction that hearing the word superhero had given him before, wasn't doubling over in pain, so... maybe this was okay.

"You have," she answered with a small nod of her head. "I can't even begin to count the number of times I've relied on you over the years." Then she hesitated. "...I was just... an idiot. And I didn't realize it until it was almost too late."

It felt heavy. Like something laying over his mind, leaning into it, and he took a deep, slower breath, not reaching for it, not fighting it. Adding it to the clues that were adding up.

It wasn't overwhelming, and that was because the penny hadn't dropped. Not yet.

"You're blaming yourself for me getting hurt, aren't you?" he asked.

The long silence before she answered spoke volumes.

Yes, she was blaming herself. How could she not? No matter how many times she replayed that night's events in her mind, there was no way she could imagine that it was anyone's fault beside hers.

"...you will too," she mumbled. "Once you remember it all."

Adrien gave her a flat look back, pressed his lips together in a pout, considering. He couldn't very well argue what he couldn't remember, but-

"Even if it's completely, 100% your fault," he asked, keeping his voice soft, his expression gentling, "I would never believe that you meant for this to happen."

He reached out for her, holding out his hand for hers. It wasn't his usual position, it wasn't his usual expression, but the gesture was still the same.

"It's okay."

Her eyes went wide as he held his hand out to her.

...how could he just forgive her? She was responsible for him missing three years of his memories, he couldn't even clearly remember her, but he still believed in her.

Ladybug's hand was shaking as she reached for his.

"I really hope you still think that when you remember."

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How could it more obviously have been an accident? Even if it was some incredible twist, he couldn't think of a single scenario where Ladybug would have purposely gotten him shot.

Adrien broke into a warm smile when she touched his hand, a flash of teeth, of that old fire. He squeezed her fingers.

Winked.

"Trust me."

She couldn't help it - when he smiled, when he winked, her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers tightened around his.

"I trust you," she whispered, her lips curving up into the beginnings of a smile. "I trust you more than anyone."

It was the truth.

"You too," he whispered back, knowing instantly that it was completely, utterly true.

He watched her face, smiled wider as she did, and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. The smooth fabric against his mouth sparked a memory, and he paused there, eyes half open, trying to catch it, finding nothing.

He shut his eyes and kept his lips there, soaking in the phantom feeling of excitement, of accomplishment, of love and confidence. Attaching it to nothing.

This felt like so much closer to who he was.

Her heart wouldn't stop pounding.

This was such a Chat Noir gesture, and yet somehow, it... seemed completely natural on Adrien. Ladybug knew now, of course, that it was because they were one and the same. How had he hidden it for so long, though?

...hopefully he wouldn't hide it anymore. If this was who he felt like he was, how he felt more comfortable - and she knew it was, from the conversations she had with him when he was behind the mask... it could only be a good thing.

How could she help him remember...?

An idea struck her, and she acted without thinking it all the way through. It was a familiar gesture to her, when she reached over with her other hand and tapped him on the tip of his nose, nudging him back just a tiny bit - she could only hope it was familiar to him, too.

It sparked immediately, and the light came back to his eyes, widening them as he lifted his head, crossing them to look at her fingertip.

He drew back, covering his nose, smiling behind his hand as he tilted his head to one side, body language changing as he utterly forgot himself, reacting naturally as he dropped his hand to place it over his heart.

"Breaking my heart," he teased, his voice a purr.

It came without a thought.

He was smiling, purring - and yet, the words themselves hit just a little too close to home.

Ladybug drew her hand back, her expression stricken, and guilt would be plainly visible in her eyes for a few moments before she looked off to the side. Breaking my heart, he'd said.

He was just joking now, but... how true had it been, before? How many times had she spurned his advances, written them off as him just joking around? She knew now that he hadn't been, because if it had just been a joke, he... wouldn't have remembered her as much as he did.

She hoped he never remembered any real heartbreak.

God, she was the worst.

The look came to her eyes, and it took a moment to realize that he'd hit on something he didn't know. One more piece of the puzzle. Adrien quietly tucked it away, into the rest of what he knew, and eased himself forward, momentarily dizzy.

His lips were soft, on her cheek. Distracting, hopefully.

"I'm listening?" he asked, offering.

Distracting, definitely.

He'd feel her cheeks warm under his lips, might hear the way her breath hitched a little - though with surprise, not with pain.

"...it's, um..." God, she needed a minute. Adrien could at least rest assured that he would always be able to fluster her if he wanted to. But, after a few moments to get her head on straight, she breathed out and glanced down at her hands. "...have you ever... been so fixated on something that you miss what's right in front of you? I... did that a lot. Until recently. So..."

Adrien smiled against her skin, then hitched a little in confusion, straightening to try to work out what she was saying.

... was that why?

So it was someone else?

But that didn't make sense. Hadn't Marinette said she liked him for a long time...?

He tilted his head to one side, a mute question, but not wanting to push her.

She'd already dropped a few bombs on him today, and she wasn't sure she could bring herself to drop another.

This was not the time or place to tell him that he was Chat Noir.

Ladybug bit her lip, looking away from his gaze as he tilted his head to the side and waited. He deserved an answer, and she knew it, but... how could she give it to him? There were a few long moments where her struggle to make a decision was obvious, before finally, her shoulders slumped.

"...it's just... really complicated. And it'll make more sense once you start to remember things, but..." Now maybe wasn't the best time.

"I'm getting that answer a lot."

Adrien sighed, reached up to rub the back of his neck, dig his fingers in to where his headaches started, and shut his eyes, discouraged.

He wondered if he would ever remember. And if he didn't, if she'd ever tell him. It was frustrating because this belonged to him. It was his, it was himself, and he didn't know.

With a sigh, he breathed out, put his cheek to hers again.

"Maybe the details are just noise," he muttered. "Maybe the history is what's getting in the way."

"...I know. I'm sorry."

She'd given him that answer a lot.

As his cheek touched hers, she reached for his hand, her fingers lingering where his ring - his Miraculous - had once rested.

"If you you really can't remember on your own, I'll... I'll try to explain."

But not now. Not until after he'd recovered just a little more, until he could stand and walk without getting dizzy, until being close didn't make his ribs hurt, didn't make it hard for him to breathe.

"...but it just... seems like it'll be better if you remember it, instead of just being told."

It made sense, but it still hurt.

He knew it was medical. He knew it wasn't his fault. He'd been viciously attacked.

-- attacked, claws, darkness, blood, the cracking of his own bones --

Adrien was silent, thinking. Just breathing. He nuzzled her cheek again, shut his eyes.

He didn't speak, but he did nuzzle her cheek, and she returned the gesture with a small sigh.

This wasn't easy, and it didn't seem like it was going to get any easier, but... she had to be here for him. When the time did come that he remembered it all, she didn't want him to be alone. She had to be here.

He deserved that much, at the very least.

Ladybug squeezed his hand lightly, wished she could give his memories back to him by sheer strength of will, and stayed silent.

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