Time for some heart pain?

Locks of Ebony and Gold

by thepeacockandthebutterfly

Hawkmoth sat on the snowy slopes, staring out at the frozen wasteland that surrounded him. He turned his attention to the grave he sat beside, hand gently brushing over the stately tombstone that marked the spot.

"What am I doing, Polla?"

There was no response, only the familiar calm that being near his lover's body bestowed upon him. It was the closest to home he had felt in a long time. Yet he felt incomplete, some inner part of himself drawn back to Europe.

He sighed, letting his magic fizzle down his arm in a spray of fluttering white wings. Four small butterflies burst free, flying in looping arcs around the grave. But all too soon they began to fade from existence, leaving Hawkmoth frowning at the purple stone at his neck.

Adrien's body slammed into the wall with a heavy thud, the teen's now limp figure slumping down to the ground.

King Gabriel rushed at him in a rage, spittle flying from the corners of his mouth as he screamed at his son, "Where have you been sneaking out to?!" He hit Adrien again, a nasty cracking sound coming from Adrien's chest when the fist made contact with his rib cage.

He coughed, not registering the situation fully, brain too blurry from the hits he was taking.

"Answer me!" his father demanded, veins in his temple throbbing. When Adrien didn't answer, he picked him up and threw him against the wall again. Then, running forward, he began kicking and beating the teen, focused on rendering him unconscious. As soon as Adrien collapsed, King Gabriel stood back with an ugly sneer. "I am ashamed of you," he spat, before turning and leaving the room.

He lay on the ground, body refusing to cooperate and lift him to his feet. Everything hurt. Adrien registered the fuzziness in his head as a bad thing, probably a bad concussion. His ribs hurt as well whenever he breathed, possibly fractured. He didn't even need to look at himself to know that he was badly bruised.

"Plagg..." he croaked, calling out to the kwami for help.

In a puff of smoke and crackling green lightning, Plagg materialized from the ring. He glared at the wounds marring Adrien's body. "I hate him," he hissed, "what kind of father does this to his son?"

Adrien tried to shake his head, wanting to defend his father. "He's just scared, Plagg."

"That doesn't excuse this."

The blond groaned when he moved slightly. "Just...transform me so that I can heal...please."

Plagg sighed, reaching out a finger to brush the surface of the ring before he was sucked into it.

Chat Noir's transformation was powerful, green electricity and dark tendrils of destruction. Ripping away the weak boy beneath and leaving only the powerful hero behind. He reveled in the strength it gave him, clenching his fist and relieved to find that the pain had left.

The suit sped up the healing process, even able to knit his broken bones together in only a few hours.

He hobbled over to his bed with relative ease, collapsing on top of the mattress to wait for his injuries to vanish enough to allow him to meet with Ladybug. His head hit the pillow and he relaxed, already feeling the almost soothing itch that came when his bruises were healed and his scars removed. His breathing eased as his ribs sealed back up. His brain cleared up as even the concussion was healed, thankfully.

"I'm coming, m'lady."

Ladybug sat on the Dupain-Cheng patisserie, waiting for her partner to arrive. Impatient and hungry, she decided to detransform and order something from the small bakery.

A rippling wave of pink light wrapped itself around her and gently removed her costume.

Marinette opened the glass door and walked up to the counter. A petite Chinese lady smiled at her and stepped up to the counter to take her order.

"Hello, welcome to Dupain-Cheng Patisserie! My name is Sabine, what would you like to order today?" she said in a sweet, friendly voice.

Marinette smiled back. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Marinette, and I'd just like two croissants, please!"

Sabine halted in her movements, slanted brown eyes turning to stare at Marinette in shock. "M-Marinette?"

"Yes, that's me!" Marinette smiled awkwardly, wondering what this was all about.

The lady's eyes turned reminiscent, almost sad for a moment. "My daughter was named Marinette, but we gave her up to Hawkmoth in exchange for trespassing and accidentally destroying one of his herb stores..."

Marinette's head began to spin. This couldn't mean...there was no way. "I was raised by Hawkmoth," she whispered.

Sabine's eyes filled with tears as she walked around the counter to look at her. "You have Tom's eyes," she whispered.

A large French man walked in from the back then, having heard the end of their conversation. "Sabine, is it her?" he asked softly, as if he didn't quite want to know the answer for fear that his wife would say 'No.'

"My daughter, I've finally found you," Sabine cried, tears running down her pale cheeks.

Tom walked over stiltedly, again as if not sure his legs would support him, and scooped up the two smaller women into a warm hug.

Marinette felt herself begin to cry, somehow knowing that these were her birth parents. Something inside her rejoicing at being reunited with them. A bandage to stick over the wound left by Hawkmoth's leaving.

YES YES YES YES

THE DUPAIN CHENG FAMILY IS BACK! (not for long)

So...a lot happened in this chapter, even though it was super short. We got some Hawkmoth insight, some domestic violence (my poor Adrien T-T), and a family reunion!

My poor heart...it hurts a little bit. :(

Review Question: Idk just write what you wanted to yell at one of the characters in this chapter.
FOR EXAMPLE: GABRIEL YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON, I HATE YOU PLEASE DIE STOP ABUSING THE CINNAMON ROLL

Kudos to all my fabulous readers, favorite-rs (?), followers, and reviewers! I love you all, thanks for the constant support!