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lunameimei · 8 months

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Well, considering that I obviously won’t finish this, I think I can post here my work on a small fan comic. The story takes place in an alternate scenario in episode 4x06 ("Furious Fu").

There are quite a few pages, so I'll hide them below. Some of them look very bad, and some of them I am still proud of… In general, for anyone who is interested, read below!

and yes, there was supposed to be bubble-text, but I stopped at the "line"

as you can see further, halfway through I was tired and we only had a storyboard

So what happened here?

The scenario is: Ladybug, under pressure from the Grand Master Su-Han and the burden of being a Guardian, chooses to abandon her role and hand over the miraculous box. Because of this, Marinette forgets everything since she became Ladybug.

The comic begins with Adrien stuck on the roof with Marinette, but Marinette has absolutely no memory of him. As a result, the girl contacts her parents and while they are waiting for the family to arrive, Adrien tells Marinette about the heroes of Paris. And also that Marinette most likely lost her memory due to Akuma's attack. At first, Marinette was very wary of Adrien, but in the end she finds him very cute (and that for some reason his photo is on the wallpaper of her phone) and even assumes that he is her boyfriend… but no. (Since the episode was the first of the fourth season, Luka and Marinette are still dating here) In the end, Marinette meets with her parents, and Adrien goes home alone.

This was the first part, which obviously doesn’t tell much and the story moves very slowly

Next, in Part 2, we would get some explanation from Adrien's nightmare/memory of what happened. Before Ladybug and Chat Noir had to give up their miraculous (and Ladybug would forget everything forever), Chat asked them to reveal their identities to each other. Ladybug said that she was giving up her role as a guardian and both teenagers detransformed. Marinette was horrified and shocked, but nothing could be changed; her memories slowly but surely left her head.

Marinette only managed to ask Adrien not to forget her.

Having lost everything at once: Ladybug, Marinette and Plagg, Adrien becomes very depressed. He understands why Ladybug gave the miraculous box in the first place and he cannot afford to drag Marinette into this “heroic nightmare” again by telling her the truth. Meanwhile, at school, people begin to worry why the heroes have not yet appeared and the “miraculous ladybug” has not returned Marinette’s memories. And in general, no one has seen the heroes for a long time (luckily, Hawk Moth hasn't shown himself again yet either).

The rest of the story was not very well thought out and I only had some “outlines”. Because of Hawk Moth’s new attack, Su-Han asks Adrien for help, since finding new heroes is not easy in the modern world, and going to the Temple would be too long and far away (and Hawk Moth likes to attack a lot and often). Adrien would be furious at the Master's behavior, but would agree to become a "temporary hero" (not Chat or Mister Bug) solely for the duration of the attack on Paris. Because, besides Adrien , no one could be entrusted with this (in the finale of the third season, the identities of all the heroes were revealed), and Adrien feels responsible to Ladybug. And of course he wants to protect Marinette.

But of course we wouldn't have any more heroic fun adventure. Adrien would be just depressed, and his "heroic form" would be dry and furrios.

And also Adrien would definitely lost all his shit on Chloe, since he would blame her for everything that happened. (After all, if she had not helped Hawk Moth, he would not have found Master Fu and Ladybug would not have had to become a new Guardian)

In the end Adrien would generally have a whole bunch of guilt and anger and confused thoughts and emotions about the whole situation.

And… that's all I had time to think through :D I started this comic in 2021 and continued it gradually for a whole year. Until I realized halfway through (creating lines in the first chapter) that I don’t really understand what the meaning of everything I’ve drawn is… and where it goes… I love doing detailed and large work too much, which is difficult for a beginner to handle. Maybe it's good that I froze the project. Maybe not very much. But in any case, why not share what I have been collecting dust on my computer for years.

I hope the text was not too complicated (after all, I use Google translator), and the story was not too boring. In any case, thanks to everyone who watched, read or simply paid attention!

P.S. And also a bonus - the very first developments, where I chose what style and color to create the work in order to be as fast as possible. (the 4th option won as you can see) + the final version from the comic itself!

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The Trials of Confessing - Chapter 1

Rated: Teen

Chapters: 1/5

Ao3 / Wattpad

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A/N: This little story was posted in my Patreon a while ago. Since I started posting a new story there, I thought I’d finally bring this here. If you can’t wait to read the remaining chapters, you can read the full story on Patreon right now! As for the timeline of this story, this takes place right after Oblivio.

Chapter 1

“I just don’t get it,” Adrien said for the hundredth time since he got home.

He had already stared at the picture of him and Ladybug kissing for about two hours, and for the life of him still could not figure out what he did right during their amnesia period. What did memory-less Adrien do right? How did he charm her? Had his personality even been the same? Or had it been a fluke?

No, they both looked too happy for it to have been a fluke. They had obviously cared for each other during that time. The hand holding proved that. So, again: What. Did. He. Do?!

And his head started hurting.

“Uuugh.” He banged his head against the desk, worsening the dull pain. “I,” thunk, “don’t,” thunk, “get,” thunk, “it.”

Thunk.

Plagg groaned. “I get it. You don’t get it. Can’t you just sleep on it?”

“I don’t want to sleep on it!” Adrien whined. “I need to figure out what I did right.”

“What guarantee is there that whatever you did will work again? It’s not like she had the memories to remember she hates your puns.”

“Or what if I did pun, but this time it worked, because she didn’t know me already? What if I did what I usually did, but lack of baggage is what charmed her?”

“You’re such a drama queen,” Plagg complained. “I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up over it. You don’t even know if it was something you did.”

Adrien was about to retort but paused instead, slightly lifting his head.

Plagg… had a point. Any number of things could have happened for them to end up kissing like that. And yet, they managed to beat the akuma, possibly meaning that their personalities didn’t change much. And there was one thing he knew Ladybug wasn’t: fickle.

Taking that in consideration, the chances that he did something he wouldn’t have done as Chat Noir were probably slim. So something else must have been in play. Something both of them could relate to, that made them think they were an item.

Something like proof that they knew each other.

“Plagg,” Adrien gasped, grabbing the little cat and hugging him to his face. “You are a genius!”

“What?! What I do?” Plagg said, as he struggled against the boy’s sudden affections.

“If Ladybug and I were able to defeat the akuma without our memories, then maybe our personalities didn’t change after we got hit,” he explained.

“Your point?”

“It would take a whole lot for Ladybug to decide that I’m important to her,” he continued. “The only way she could think we are important to each other is if we somehow know each other. That maybe we found each other in our phones.”

“Wasn’t your phone dead when you got back to the bus?”

“Yes. Meaning I must’ve used it during that time. We must’ve had each other’s phone numbers, or pictures together.”

“Or she simply had one of your bagillion pictures as a wallpaper and is just a fan.”

Adrien shook his head. “I doubt it. Ladybug has expressed that she’s in love with someone. I doubt she would have a picture of me as her wallpaper if she’s in love—” He stopped suddenly. His eyes rounded. “WHAT IF SHE’S IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

He let go of Plagg and grabbed his hair instead.

“Even that’s a stretch, if you ask me,” said the small god, brushing his whiskers straight.

“But think about it!” Adrien insisted. “Ladybug is already in love. With someone from her civilian life. It would make sense it’s someone she knows well enough to have pictures with. And yet, when we lost our memories, she kissed me. And not just any kiss, either.” He turned towards the picture on his computer screen. “That looks nothing like the kiss she gave me during Dark Cupid. I can tell we’re very in love there. The only way she could’ve kissed me like that is if she thought I was truly important to her. Something has to have made her believe that.”

“How can you be sure she didn’t just find you cute?”

Adrien sighed. “As much as I’d like to say that she couldn’t resist my feline charms… I think it takes more than looks to really make an impression on Ladybug.”

“If you say so. Either way, even if you’re right, I doubt that would matter to Ladybug. The baggage is back, so who cares!”

“Actually,” Adrien started, eyes squinting, “she might agree.”

“Wait. Don’t—”

“Plagg, transform me!”

* * *

Ladybug was skeptical. And if she was being honest, a little afraid. Afraid Chat Noir had only called her to brag about how he wooed her that day. Or to insist once again that they belong together. Nevertheless, she liked to think Chat Noir wouldn’t waste her time like that, which was why she found herself swinging towards one of their many meeting places, on top of an apartment building. As she landed behind his dark figure, she took a deep breath and spoke.

“We didn’t have patrol scheduled for today.”

“You came!” Chat Noir said, turning and standing up.

“It sounded important,” Ladybug responded, as she placed the yo-yo on her hip. “Everything okay?”

“Um, depends?” Ladybug tilted her head. “It’s about today’s kiss.”

The heroine deflated. “Chat, I told you, I’m not in love with you—”

“No, I know what you said,” he rushed to say. “And I think you’re right… And wrong.”

“Okaaay?” Ladybug frowned at the unexpected turn. “I don’t get it. Am I wrong, or right?”

Chat Noir gestured for them to sit down. Ladybug did as asked, in hopes this would be a proper conversation of the boy’s constant advances. If she was being honest, her patience was starting to wear thin, especially with his behavior when they saw the picture after Oblivio.

“So,” Chat Noir started, “I think I figured out how the kiss happened. The most… logical way it could’ve happened.” He paused, as if waiting for a response. But Ladybug remained expectant, so he continued. “I think there’s a good chance that the boy you’re in love with is civilian me.”

There was silence. Ladybug watched him, bewildered. She got the urge to laugh, but quickly swallowed it, knowing it could potentially hurt his feelings.

“W-What makes you say that?” she asked instead.

“Because, I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon, and I realized you would never kiss me unless you were given a really good reason to.”

Ladybug blinked. “Um, wow. Uh… That’s actually right. But we weren’t ourselves then. How would you know if our personalities remained?”

“Because we beat the akuma,” Chat Noir responded. “It takes a lot of wit and creativity to beat an akuma, and the fact that we did it makes me think that our personalities didn’t change that much. I…I don’t think I wooed you like I thought at first. I think something happened that made us think we’re important to each other.”

“Something like what?”

“Like finding out that we know each other as civilians. And, maybe… my civilian identity is the boy you love?”

There was a pause. Ladybug’s eyes grew in size as she processed what he just implied. This time, she was unable to contain it: a loud cackle ripped from her lungs, her hands on her sides. Like she had heard the funniest joke of the year. Meanwhile, Chat Noir’s face contorted into an offended pout.

“Jeez, I didn’t know the idea was so hilarious.”

“I’m sorry!” Ladybug wheezed. “It’s just that the idea of you and the boy I’m in love with being the same is insane. You two are so different!”

“I’ll have you know that the way I act as civilian me can often be very different from superhero me.”

“Re-Really?” Ladybug’s laughter started dying down.

“Yeah. You have no idea what I have to be when I take off the mask.”

“You’re right, I don’t. I’m sorry. It’s just very unbelievable to me. And very convenient to you.”

“You really don’t think I can be the same boy?”

“Well—” Ladybug was about to say ‘no,’ but was immediately reminded of that time Alya compared Adrien with Chat Noir. Or how Adrien was the person Claire Nightingale chose to play Chat Noir in her music video for their similarities.

“Uh, Ladybug? Are you okay? You look kinda pale.”

“HUH?!” she yelped at the sound of her partner’s voice. “I’m fine! I’m, I’m… I’m not sure.”

“You think I might be right?!” Chat Noir squeaked, seeming surprised to have convinced her.

“I don’t know!” Ladybug attempted to clear up. “But, you actually have a point. I wouldn’t have kissed you for your looks alone. Something had to convince me, so… Oh gosh, you might be on to something.”

“I can’t believe you agree!”

“Chat Noir, I know you tend to be the muscle in fights, but you’re not an idiot.”

“I can’t believe I might be the boy you like!”

“Okay, okay, let’s say you’re right,” Ladybug said, attempting to regain control of the conversation. “What do we even do with that information? We’re not supposed to tell each other who we are. And if we’re wrong, we’d reveal ourselves to total strangers and possibly hurt our friendship.”

“Hmm.” Chat Noir placed a hand on his chin. He then snapped his fingers. “I have an idea!”

“Do I want to hear this?” Ladybug groaned.

Chat Noir gave her a pleading look, so she gestured him to say his piece.

“What if you confess to the guy you’re in love with?” Ladybug tilted her head. He continued. “Since I’ll know you’ll be confessing, I’ll know that whatever girl comes to me tomorrow, or whatever day we pick, will be you. If you’re so sure that I’m not the guy you’re in love with, then if you confess to him, it wouldn’t be me. But if it is…”

“Are you sure you want to take that risk?” Ladybug asked, worriedly. “What if it’s not you? You’re basically giving me your blessing to be with someone else.”

“I’m sure I’m right,” he said confidently. “I don’t have to worry about you ending up with some other guy, when I know I’m right.”

Ladybug shook her head. “I’m still not fully convinced… But,” she bit her lip, “I do like the idea of finally confessing. Even if he turns me down.”

“Great! So tomorrow, confess your love, and we can figure out this whole thing!”

“Wait! We need a plan.”

“Why? We already have it.”

“What if someone else confesses before I do?” she pointed out. “If you’re right, but someone else beats me to it, you’d end up thinking I’m someone else.”

“Hmm. You make a good point.” Chat Noir pondered. “I did get confessed to at least three times in the last month.”

“Sure you did,” Ladybug teased.

“I’ll have you know I am much more popular underneath the mask than you think.”

Ladybug giggled. “I don’t doubt it. I’m sure you’re real smooth in school. I can imagine you flirting with girls in a leather jacket and sunglasses.”

“Huh.” Chat Noir stroke his chin. “I should try out the leathery bad-boy look. I do rock this suit pretty well.”

Ladybug laughed at his antics. She was glad to always be able to count on his witty remarks. Never easily embarrassed, the kitty cat.

Chat Noir snapped his fingers. “I got it. Wear green ribbons on your hair for your confession.”

“If only half my school didn’t wear them,” Ladybug said. “There’s a Chat Noir fan club that wears them on occasion. And the last thing I wanna look like while I confess to the boy I love is like a fan of another boy. If he turns out to not be you.”

“Alright. Buy him a gift then.”

“Any girl could bring something along with her confession.”

“Something unique then.”

“Hmm.”

Ladybug thought for a moment, until an idea popped up. She asked Chat Noir to wait a moment for her and attached her yo-yo to the nearest chimney. She lowered herself enough to reach a window where there was a middle-aged man working on a laptop on his desk. She lightly knocked on the glass, hoping to not startle the man, yet failing anyway, from what she could tell from how his computer moved several inches away from him.

Hoping to come off friendly, Ladybug waved at him. The man hastily opened the window.

“Woah, Ladybug! Knocking on my building!”

“Good evening, sir! Do you mind if I could have a piece of paper and borrow a pen?”

“Oh, of course!” the man said. An array of papers flew around the desk, right before he presented the heroine with what she asked. “You can keep the pen. I’ve got tons.”

Ladybug thanked him and bid him goodbye before rising back up to the rooftop. She sat down and started scribbling on the piece of paper. She stopped, tapping her lips with the end of the pen.

“Can I borrow your hand?” she asked.

Chat Noir lifted both his hands. Ladybug took the one with the ring and pulled it under her arm, away from view. She could feel Chat Noir hovering behind her, moving from one shoulder to the other. Like the curious cat that he was. When finished, she broke the paper in two and pressed them against her chest while she turned back to her partner.

“Is that a love letter?” Chat Noir purred.

Ladybug squinted. “No. It’s a design.”

She turned the papers around, revealing a simple shape of a ladybug in the middle of the trace of his ring.

“I will make his favorite pastry with a unique packaging. I’ll use green and black, and on a corner of it, I will place this design.”

Chat Noir blinked. “Wow,” he breathed. “M’Lady, I knew you were smart, but had no idea you could also design so well.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Chaton.”

“Or so you think,” he teased, leaning towards her.

“Eh, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Ladybug retorted, placing a finger on the tip of his nose and pushing him away. “I still think you’re wrong.”

“And I think I’m right.”

Ladybug giggled, but became thoughtful almost immediately.

“If you’re right, what would that mean for us?” She pondered. “We would be revealing our identities against Master Fu’s wishes… Oh no, this is a terrible idea!”

“Well… um, I guess I didn’t think about that,” Chat Noir mumbled. “We don’t have to. Maybe wait until after we beat Hawkmoth.”

“But if I do that, the boy I love might end up with someone else and I might never get the chance to tell him how I feel!”

“Then confess.”

“But if I confess and you’re right, we’d be breaking the one rule Master Fu gave us. What will happen then?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Chat Noir determined. Ladybug pressed her lips together. “Sometimes, some risks are worth taking. And we don’t know how long it’ll take us to beat Hawkmoth. Would you wait another year or two to confess your love to someone?”

Ladybug took a deep breath. “I don’t want to. And I’m so tired of that rule too…”

“You are?”

“I always have,” she admitted. “But duty has always come first.”

“But now?” Chat Noir asked quietly.

Ladybug glanced at him. “But now, I feel like asking for forgiveness instead of permission. Besides, you could still be wrong.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Or maybe not. But I’d like to find out.”

“Honestly, I’m curious, too.”

“Welp, whatever happens,” Chat Noir grabbed the blue pen and one of the papers from her hands, “a little something to remember me by. Just in case.”

Ladybug watched as he drew a cartoon cat face next to the design she created. He then proceeded to hand it back. Though, he seemed to have forgotten how to hold a pen while wearing claws.

“You poked a hole in the pen!” she gasped, looking at the newly-made wound on the cheap pen.

“Oops,” Chat Noir chuckled. “Hazards of my sharp grip.”

“Chat—”

“Sorry.”

Nevertheless, Ladybug laughed as she shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said. “Another something to remember you by, right?”

“I guess it is,” he chuckled.

* * *

Adrien had a hard time hiding his excitement the next morning. With everything he did, a grin was plastered on his face. He tried concentrating on what he was doing, but a thought of a mysterious girl walking up to him with a delicious macaron kept sneaking into his mind. Making him smile like a fool by himself.

By the time he got to school, he tried controlling his features. With little success. As he met up with Nino, the boy stared weirdly at him. As they got to the lockers, Nino asked: “Why do you keep smiling like that?”

“It’s nothing,” Adrien shook off.

Right before their first class started, he asked again: “You’re still smiling. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Adrien insisted.

By the time they got out of the class and went back to the lockers, Nino seemed to have had enough.

“Dude, seriously, you’re creeping me out,” he insisted, as he slammed his locker close. “What is going on?”

“Okay, fine,” Adrien relented. “What’s happening is that I’m in love.”

“Kagami?”

“No, someone else,” Adrien exhaled wistfully. “This girl… She’s brave, sweet, funny, just all around wonderful. She’s the greatest girl I’ve ever met and she’s gonna confess her love for me today.”

“Wait, what? Hold up, rewind.” Nino made a gesture imitating the word with his hands. “Why is this the first I ever hear about this girl?”

“Well, we don’t know each other in person,” Adrien cringed, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t even know what she really looks like. But she told me she’s confessing and I cannot wait to finally meet her in person.”

“Does she have a name, at least?”

“Uuuh, not yet,” Adrien admitted. “We only know each other by nicknames. It’s kind of a long story. But the point is that some girl is gonna confess her undying love for me, and I’m finally gonna be with the girl of my dreams.”

Adrien gazed starry-eyed into the distance, as he imagined a faceless girl in red with black polka-dots lovingly saying the three words he longed for.

“Wow,” Nino whispered. “You really got it bad for this girl.” He took a deep breath. “Welp, I’m really happy for you, dude. Whoever this girl is, I hope she’s everything you hope for.”

“Thanks,” Adrien sighed, closing his locker and starting his way to their next class. “Gotta admit, though, I’m a little nervous.”

“That’s a first!” Nino laughed. “I remember you were the one who was helping me when I liked Marinette.”

“All that, for you to end up with Alya,” Adrien teased.

“What can I say, love comes with whom you least expect it,” Nino said with a wistful sigh. Yet when he spoke again, his tone became more serious. “I have to ask, though, how do you know that this girl is really in love with you, and is not just a fan?”

“I know her,” Adrien responded. “I know she’s not the kind of girl to—”

“Adrien?”

The boy’s heart thudded against his chest. He slowly turned around, but only found the school president of his fanclub before him.

“Oh, hi Christie. What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something important.” She stepped forwards until she was only a meter apart. She took a deep breath and said: “I’m in love with you.”

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