MOVED

“ do all the good you can,  by all the means you can—

“ do all the good you can,  by all the means you can—

“Depending on what you’d be needing me for.”

Her baton’s twirling came to a slow stop. Elbows rest against the railing as well as her gaze sweeps Paris’ skyline, drinking in the lights, the sounds, the smells. Her eyes fluttered shut. She could almost purr with how content she felt at that moment. Which happened, as she finally replied.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

•• all the angst yes god ••

Soft bluebell eyes roved his form, at the fuchsia that had overtaken green, white that covered black. He was a stranger and an old friend all at once and it twisted her stomach into some emotion that radiated unease.

Once he slammed it he rushed to her light switch. Wincing only once before he grabbed Marinette and held her close as he flipped the switch. In the nick of time as well.

Queen Bee soared through the air in golden light on her dainty wings. She looked furious and her hair a mess. Most likely from when he attacked her for her miraculous. “Chat Blanc get out here you coward!” She roared. “You need to be declawed” She dove down to the streets once more looking for him.

She barely had time to registered what was going on before his arms were around her, pulling her close in the newly-darkened room. She heard the voice of Queen Bee, saw a rush of golden light pass her window before she was out of sight and slowly sinking with Chat to the floor. Where she stayed. 

“...Alright. I’m going to patch you up, and during that, you’re answering my questions.”

A nod was sent the new hero’s way.

“Great to hear! Usually what Chat, Rena, and I do is split up to cover more ground.”

She unlatched her yoyo and slid it open, revealing the communicator functionality.

“We have these handy devices, so if you run into trouble, let me know. That rarely happens however. I guess Hawkmoth needs sleep, too.”

She laughed a bit. Honestly, it was a very real chance that Hawkmoth did what other civillians did, what Ladybug and Chat Noir do when they’re not fighting crime. It was hard to imagine that somebody who tortured Paris so ruthlessly…Most likely had cereal for breakfast that morning, or had errands to run

Queen Bee listened intently to Ladybug’s instructions, pulling out her trompo and opening her own communicator.

“Got it Ladybug,” she let out an amused chuckle of her own, “Could you imagine going to the supermarket and finding Hawkmoth buying some orange juice?”

While it wasn’t like the man would ever go shopping transformed, but the idea of it was hilarious. It also made her wonder if she had ever run into him as a civilian. Probably not, considering the population of Paris plus all the tourist.

That... Truly, would be a sight. A fully transformed Hawkmoth in the dairy isle, perusing the store’s stock of orange juice. Ladybug suppressed a snort.

“Food for thought, I guess!”

Villians needed food too, she guessed.

This evening was all covered in flour and little giggles. How it came to this? It was mother’s day and Luka wanted to bake a cake for his mom. Originally it was Juleka’s plan but something happened to keep her too busy and the guitarist refused letting the plan sink. So instead of his sister, Luka welcomed Marinette, the baker’s daughter, the one who knew best how to create a mouth full of goodness. 

“You’re fine! I-I mean, it’s fine!”

“Very much understandable, have been there.”

Ah, she laughs. One of her gloved hands slap against her mouth to stifle her giggles (also to hide her crimson cheeks), batting him away with the other. While she had no problem dishing out her flirtations, she was terrible at taking any from others.

“So if the sun touches you, does it mean you’re mine?”