Reunited (A Miraculous Ladybug Romance)

The End of Hawkmoth

     As I entered through my bedroom window and let my transformation go, I could feel myself sinking into a feeling of despair. I had just said goodbye to Ladybug, the girl who I had been in love with for so many years. Tears were streaming down my face and my heart felt crushed and empty. So many times I had been tempted to reveal my identity to my lady, but I never could find the courage to do so. She obviously didn't feel the same way about me and I couldn't bear the heartbreak. Now, it was too late and I was headed off to college in China.
     A knocking sound at the door pulled me from my pit of self loathing and sorrow. "C come in," I stammered trying to get ahold of myself. My father, Gabriel Agreste, waltzed into my room capturing me into a tight hug. "Son," he said, "I didn't know if I could do this tomorrow." He paused giving us time for our breathing to fall in sinc. "I am going to miss you. It won't be the same without you around."
     At these words, my heart was filled with joy and love for my father. My mind drifted back to a moment similar to this that we had shared just a year prior. I had just returned from a harrowing battle with an akumatized victim. It had been the hardest battle that I had ever fought in and I was even afraid, for a brief moment, that I may lose my life. Entering my room, I released my transformation, only to find that I was much more injured than I had previously thought.
     Blood trickled down the side of my face and my side was already black from what I imagined must be broken ribs. I ignored the pain as best as I could, but I knew that I would not be able to hide my injuries for long. The next day I was supposed to go to fencing lessons and had two photo shoots planned. I laid in my bed debating what I would do when all of the sudden my father rushed into the room.
     "Adrien!" he panted. "Are you okay?" I had never seen such a look of fear and concern on my father's face aside from when he had discovered that my mother was gone. I tried to sit up, but the pain was too unbearable. With a load moan, I plopped back down on the bed giving my father a clear picture of how I was feeling.
     "I'm so sorry," I heard him whisper. "I have let this go too far. It has to stop." I wanted to ask him what he talking about, but I felt myself falling deeper and deeper towards blackness as the pain took over my body.

I remembered waking up in a hospital room surrounded by flowers and cards wishing me to "get well." Dazed and confused, I tried sitting up but found that I could not. Visions of the recent battle filled my mind as I drifted to and from sleep. I could see Ladybug, brave as she was, pushing me out of the way before another blast could wash over me. My heart soared at the memory of my Lady being so selfless in making sure that I was okay.
     My thoughts were interrupted as my father entered the room with an armful of more flowers and cards. A weak smile spread across his face as he realized that I was awake. "I'm glad to see that you are up," he said as he pulled a chair up to my bedside. "There's something that I have to say to you, and I'm not sure how you are going to take it."
    Butterflies were already swarming in my head due to the fact that my father was actually there in the hospital room with me. I never would have expected my father to care enough to actually visit me. I figured that he would we have just sent Nathalie or the Gorilla to check up on how I was doing. A nurse came in to check on my vitals and replace the bandages on my forehead. My father just sat patiently waiting for her to leave which totally took me by surprise. Didn't he have important things that he needed to work on?
     As soon as the door closed, my father leaned forward and whispered, "I know that you are Chat Noir."
     Blood rushed to my face and my vision began to blur as the importance of this revelation sunk in. I couldn't respond sinking further and further into delirium.
     "I know this," my father added, slightly pulling me out of my stupor, "because I am Hawkmoth." At this, I lost all sense of feeling within my body and swiftly drifted back into unconsciousness.

I was later released from the hospital with the belief that everything that had been said between my father and me was simply a dream. I was still quite sore and I needed several days of rest. However, I knew that Ladybug would be worried about me. I transformed and jumped out my window climbing onto my roof so that I could call my lady. Luckily she was on patrol and quickly answered.