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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.
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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Cooking sounded promising.
"What do you like to cook most?" he asked, curious. Maybe he couldn't help yet, but... it would be nice to get out of this room. If he could wrangle it, then maybe-
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Which was understandable, given the sort of environment she'd grown up in. Having moved out with Alya, she spent a lot more time baking - because it wasn't like she could just walk downstairs and have them already made for her anymore.
"...I've gotten really good at making chocolate chip cookies."
Because of Tikki, honestly.
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"That sounds wonderful."
Adrien leaned forward unconsciously, closer to her.
"Maybe when I can walk a little farther, we could try it?"
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She'd known, of course, that he liked sweets, but... she hadn't had many opportunities to make them for him, especially since they'd both finished school. The prospect of cooking for him - and of cooking with him - brightened her up considerably, and she nodded eagerly.
"I'd love that!"
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"I might even be able to help," he said hopefully- at the very least, he wanted to be able to walk to the kitchen, sit down in a chair, maybe... it would be fine if he rested, so long as he was out of this room.
Or just... doing something.
Adrien was already smiling to himself, determined. He had a goal.
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This might not be the best idea Marinette had ever had, but... She was going for it anyway. Adrien looked so excited by the prospect - he was smiling - and she didn't want him to ha e to wait.
"You really only need to be in the kitchen to put the dough in the oven. I could bring the ingredients up here..."
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He'd probably be happy to have him occupied.
"Tell me more," he said eagerly, brightly, the most interested he'd been in anything since the injury.
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Marinette smiled, then held up her hand to tick off ingredients with her fingers as she listed them.
"Butter, white sugar, brown sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, flour, baking soda, hot water, salt, chocolate chips... I can get them measured out downstairs, then bring them up here so we can combine them and make the dough." She grinned. "That's the fun part, anyway. If you've got cookie cutters somewhere, we can even make them whatever shape you want!"
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"I've got some cookie cutters in the kitchen," he said eagerly. They were... of cartoon characters, something she'd recognize from when they were much younger, but still.
"You'll know them when you see them." He winked.
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That settled it, she was going. With a smile, Marinette rose to her feet, stopping only to lean in and press a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll be back before you know it," she promised. "You won't even know I'm gone."
A moment later, she realized what she'd done, and he'd see her cheeks flushed a deep red before she spun on her heel and booked it for the door, eventually moving onward to the kitchen.
Haha, whoops.
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The door closed behind her, and Adrien smiled to himself, sinking back into his pillows as he touched both cheeks, as if that would keep them from heating up still more.
... he was in such trouble. So why couldn't he stop smiling?
It faded as he thought back to Ladybug, thought about what was surely a dream, had to be a dream, but seemed so real.
I love you.
Adrien waited, unable to stop the guilty fluttering in his heart.
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Marinette nudged the door open with a foot, because her hands were full with a baking sheet on which she'd balanced the ingredients, already measured out into mixing bowls. The cookie cutters were dangling from her fingers.
...She was walking very slowly, very deliberately, and it was with a great sigh of relief that she set them down.
"Whew," she mumbled. "For a second I was afraid I was going to drop it..."
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Instead he held out his hands worriedly, helped her to balance it as the settled it all on the bed.
"That was close," he agreed with a laugh. "You didn't have to bring it all in one trip, you know. I could have waited."
His smile was admiring.
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"I know, but I was excited to get started, so I thought it'd be faster..."
Smiling sheepishly, she rubbed at the back of her head. "Anyway, um, let's do this. The first thing we need to do is mix the two sugars and the butter together... Could you do that if I put the bowl on your lap or would that be too messy?"
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Adrien reached out with both hands, eagerly, tilting it to the proper angle to make sure they were adding ingredients to it instead of his shirt.
It was harder than it looked. To make sure it was stable he'd need to almost hug it, because his lap wasn't all that even.
Adrien, however, wasn't the least bit concerned about the mess.
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With a smile, she reached over and curled his fingers around a spoon.
"You just have to keep stirring until it's all smooth," she instructed. "Go on, give it a try."
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His fingers were clumsy, and though the butter was soft, it still ended up with flecks of sugar sprinkled over the sheets and his shirt. Still, it ended up accidentally being good practice in helping his motor skills come back online.
He was struggling, but determined, and soon he managed to mix it until smooth.
"Next?"
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"These," she answered. "We need to beat them in one at a time, so let's tag-team this. I'll break them, you stir."
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"Ready when you are, partner."
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Marinette's eyes widened, and for a moment, her hand trembled - but she managed to steady it before dropping the egg, and instead, nodded and rapped it sharply against the side of the bowl.
Miraculously, the shell came apart in two pieces, and the egg plopped right in.
"Y-you're up!"
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Adrien smiled up at her. "Tag in," he added, and stirred slowly, only managing to get a little egg on his fingers before he figures out how to do it more gently, keep it from splashing out of the bowl before he stirred it into the rest of the mixture. The butter had been difficult to blend earlier, now it evened everything out.
"Switch!"
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"You're a natural at this!"
Cookies were easy, but he was managing this as an amnesiac, so he had to have some kind of natural talent.
Marinette giggled when he tagged her in, and struck the egg on the side of the bowl before pulling the two sides apart.
"...And you're up again, partner!"
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Marinette's giggling was the cutest thing ever. It chased out a laugh of his own, and he stopped the spoon to accept the second egg, breaking the yolk before he stirred everything in. It smelled sweet, but still looked kind of gross.
A little bit splashed on his hand, so he reached out, threatening to wipe it on her arm.
Of course, she was much more mobile than he was.
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She was indeed more mobile than him, but... she didn't actually want to get away. She shifted to dodge, but didn't quite make it, and then, with a giggle, she scooped up a bit from her arm and reached out to tap his nose with it.
"...gotcha."
It wasn't like they could have a pillow fight with him laid up like this, but - a little bit of cookie dough? This was fine.
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Ugh.
He pulled a face. Sugary egg was not that tasty.
"Ew," he muttered, as if Marinette were to blame.
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