Forget-Me-Not

So, it’s official. I’m ML trash. I’ve had this idea for a while and I finally started it. I tried sticking with the formula of the episodes. Hope you like it!





In the daytime, I’m Marinette!

*Bell rings*



“Good morning class, please take out the essay that I assigned you over the weekend.” Caline Bustier smiled at the class as they dug through their bags for the essay on classic French literature and it’s effect on today’s literature.



Marinette gasped, her eyes wide. She turned slowly to her best friend, Alya, and squeaked, “I completely forgot!”



“Seriously?” Alya shook her head and stifled a laugh, holding her own essay to her mouth in an attempt to make her whispering even quieter, “Leave it to you to forget something like that. I even texted you about it on Saturday!”



She rested her head in her hands and sighed, “I know, I know! I was just so… so busy this weekend.”



“Marinette?” Ms. Bustier stood next to the fearful girls desk and looked down at her, concerned, “Are you not feeling well?”



“Huh?” Marinette looked up quickly and raised her hands, “Oh! No, no, I’m fine.”

“I see. Would you hand me your essay then?” The teacher held out her hand expectantly.

What else could she do?! Ms. Bustier would be so disappointed. Deep breath…

“I’m sorry, I complete forgot about the essay. I promise I’ll do it tonight.” Marinette could barely bring herself to look the teacher in the eye, but when she finally did, she was surprised to see a smile, even if there was a hint of disappointment.

“Well, I won’t be able to give you full marks on it tomorrow, but I’m looking forward to reading it, regardless. Try to finish your assignments on time in the future.” The red head smiled reassuringly and continued on, picking up the other student’s essays.

As it turned out, two other students forgot their essays as well. It annoyed Ms. Bustier, but she knew there wasn’t much to be done about it. She continued the class like normal and dismissed the class with a kind reminder about assignments due the next day. As soon as the students had all left the room, she sat down for a moment, feeling slightly more drained than usual, before heading home.

Entering the comfortable apartment, she glanced around hopefully, peaking around corners, checking under the table. Carefully, she placed her purse on the kitchen table before heading to her bedroom. She pushed the door open, and peered inside, watching as a man checked himself in a full size mirror. He wore a nice suit and looked dressed up for a special occasion. Silently, she slipped into the room and crept up behind him.

“Gotcha!” She pounced and wrapped her arms around him from behind, earning a slight yelp from the man. With a laugh, he turned and hugged Caline, kissing her on the forehead.

“My darling! How was work?” He pushed her to arms length to see her better and smiled sweetly, putting a hand to her cheek.

Leaning into his hand, she let out a sigh, “Some of my students have been forgetting assignments, but I guess that’s normal. I just wish I could figure out a better way to help them remember.”

“Don’t let it get you down, you’re a wonderful teacher! They’re just kids, so they haven’t quite realized the importance of homework.” He reassured her and gave her another kiss, “Now, I wish I could stay and talk about it with you, but I’m going out with the boys tonight. I have to go meet them soon.”

Taken aback, she tilted her head, confused, “Wait, tonight? Didn’t you plan something for us tonight?”

He took a moment and raised his eyebrows, “Should I have? You didn’t mention anything.”

“It’s our anniversary!” She pouted and crossed her arms as he slapped his palm to his forehead.

“My darling, I’m so sorry! I forgot.” He moved his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it nervously, “I promised the boys about tonight, but we’ll definitely do something very special tomorrow, I promise.”

He tried to take her hands, but she turned away, refusing to look at him. Defeated, he stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, sneaking a kiss to her cheek, “I have to go now. I really am sorry. See you tonight.”

And like that, he was gone.

She waited for the sound of the front door closing before slowly walking to the kitchen and sitting at the table, a sob escaping her. Gently, she opened the tiny locket that hung on a chain around her neck. Inside was a picture of them together, laughing and hugging on their honeymoon.

“People can be so forgetful. It’s a shame that such important thing are the first to escape ones memory.” Hawkmoth looked out of his massive window with a cunning smile before looking down at the ethereal butterfly in his hand. In only moments, the butterfly was purple and cracked, fluttering out of the window, “Go, my little akuma, and help her forget this pain.”

The evil creature didn’t have to fly far to reach the locket. A booming voice filled the exasperated teacher’s mind, “Forget-Me-Not, I am Hawkmoth. I can help you teach those people a lesson they will never forget, but in return, you must remember to bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous!”

A grin spread across her face and she stood, gripping the locket, “I will not forget!”

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Marinette sat in front of her computer and sighed, looking at the few words at the top of the page, “Oh, Tikki, I’m drawing a blank! How am I going to write this whole essay in just one night?!”

“Alya finished her essay, didn’t she? Maybe you could ask her for help.” Tikki sat on Marinette’s shoulder, trying to reassure her comparatively massive friend.

“I can’t do that, I’d never hear the end of it.” She laid her head down on the desk and groaned. After a moment, she grabbed her phone and dialed her friend, “I guess it’s better to ask for help and get it done than to not get it done at all.”

“That’s the spirit, Marinette!” Tikki cheered.

The phone rang a couple times before a cautious voice answered.

“H-hello?”

“Alya? Hi! I was wondering if you could-“

“Who are you?! How do you know my name?” The voice on the other side sounded frightened.

“What do you mean, Alya? It’s me, Marinette!”

“I don’t know anyone named Marinette!” Click.

Marinette looked at her phone and bit her lip, “What’s going on?”

“Maybe we should go check on her and make sure she’s ok?” The little red bug suggested, climbing into Marinette’s purse as she grabbed it and headed down stairs.

“Not a bad idea. I’d say it’s a silly prank she’s pulling on me, but she sounded scared.” Glancing outside, Marinette didn’t see anything suspicious. Maybe it was just a prank. She stepped outside and began walking toward Alya’s house. Within moments, a car sped by her, almost jumping the curb at her. She could hear a frantic voice inside the car as it passed by.

“Which one is the brake?!”

She watched helplessly as the car plowed into a fence, the metal bending around the front of the car, effectively bringing it to a stop before it hurt someone. This had Hawkmoth written all over it!

Ducking behind a car, Marinette opened her purse, “Tikki, spots on!”

With a flourish and a flash, Ladybug was ready for action! For now, she had to check on Alya. Fortunately, her destination was only a few swings away. She landed gracefully on the balcony of Alya’s bedroom and peered inside, knocking on the glass, noting the plethora of blue flower petals that littered the balcony. A scared face peeked out of the closet and darted back in when it saw Ladybug.

“Alya? Alya, are you okay? What happened?” She put her hand against the glass and noticed the door was unlocked. Carefully, she slid it open, but didn’t step inside, “Alya, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I need you to tell me everything you remember. Your friend, Marinette, she’s worried about you.”

“That’s the problem! I don’t remember a Marinette! I don’t remember anything! Everything is so different, my body is different, my room is different. I don’t know what’s going on!” The frightened voice trembled, but she remained behind the door of her closet.

Taking a step back, Ladybug took a breath, “Don’t worry. I’ll fix this. You just stay put.”

Looking down, she saw a bunch of very confused people and a couple of minor car accidents. She could hear them well enough, and there was no doubt that their issues were similar.

“Wait, which bus am I supposed to take to work?!”

“How do I unlock my phone?!”

“What in the world does prindle mean?!”

Everyone was forgetting something, some more than others. And the blue petals were everywhere!

Ladybug drew back her arm to throw her yoyo, but a confident voice above her caught her attention, “Hello, m’lady, I hope you haven’t forgotten about me~”

“Who are you again?” Ladybug mused sarcastically with a sly smile, looking over her shoulder.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Chat Noir jumped down and picked op one of the many blue flower petals on the balcony, “Well, this is a mess. Do you think it’s the work of an akuma?”

Ladybug threw her yoyo to the next building and nodded, “Most definitely. Follow me!”

Their search began, but it was short lived, as the woman dressed in a wispy, baby blue tutu seemed to float up and over the roof of a building, tiny baby blue flower petals being thrown from a basket in the crook of her arm. They chased her as she disappeared behind another building.

“Hey!” Ladybug called as they made it the otherside of the building, her yo-yo swinging wildly, Chat Noir landing beside her, crouching with his staff at the ready. But the woman was gone, “What-?”

“Where’d she go?” Chat stood up straight and looked around for more flower petals, but even that trail was cold. With an exasperated sigh, Ladybug holstered her yo-yo and scratched her head. This new enemy was causing a lot of issues and someone was bound to get hurt if she didn’t catch them.

Turning to Chat Noir, she lifted her fist, “We have to keep looking! They couldn’t have gotten that- Chat Noir, behind you!”

Chat Noir turned just in time to see the woman in blue fling her hand toward him, a flurry of petals racing for him. He spun his staff, standing between the woman and Ladybug, and the petals sprayed out in all directions. Ladybug smiled and pumped her fist, “Good reflexes, Chat Noir!”

With a grin, he peered over his shoulder, “Why, thank you, m’lady~!”

“Keep it up, I’ll take care of her!” Ladybug ducked out from behind Chat Noir, smiling with determination and spinning her yo-yo. The smile disappeared as a second stream of petals, hidden by the first, crashed into her chest with no warning.

“LADYBUG!” Chat Noir shrieked as she was thrown over the side of the building. He growled and glared at the woman beyond the petals, slowly and carefully backing toward the edge, never taking his eyes off her. As soon as he felt the edge of the building, he ducked to the side and off the edge, avoiding the blast of petals no longer being held back by his staff.

He landed on the ground and glanced around, green eyes landing on an unmoving Ladybug. With a jump, he stopped next to her and carefully put his hand to her cheek. A slight groan escaped her and he sighed in relief. A tree had broken her fall, thankfully, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Picking her up in a bridal carry, he frantically looked around and noticed a subway entrance. Without wasting another moment, he jumped down the stairs, startling some commuters waiting for their train. Stepping to the side, he took a breath, hoping the woman hadn’t noticed where they’d gone. He did his best to make a shushing motion at the curious crowd of commuters as they murmured. After a minute, he slowly ducked his head around the corner to get a look up the stairs, and was barely able to pull himself back in time as a hurricane of flowers descended into the station, engulfing the commuters.

Chat jumped on to the tracks and ran as fast as he could, leaving the flood of flowers behind them. There was a chance she’d follow, so he couldn’t stop running yet. A light in the tunnel appeared from around a bend and the loud horn of the train echoed against the walls, making his sensitive ears ring. There was a small opening a little further ahead, so he ducked inside and set Ladybug against the wall until the train passed by.

For a moment, he let himself stare at the girl. For a moment, he let himself ponder her true identity. It would be an easy feat to remove her earrings. In fact, it might have been better for her health. The thought lasted a mere second before he scolded himself for trying to justify such an action. Checking back out in the tunnel, he looked back toward the station, seeing a stopped train, but nothing else. The petals had cascaded on to the track, but they were motionless. Regardless, he couldn’t risk going back there. It wasn’t as if there weren’t any exits.

“Um.” A soft voice made Chat Noir jump slightly. Turning around, his eyes landed on a very confused Ladybug, “Where am I? Who are you?”

Crouching down beside her, he tilted his head, concerned, “You don’t remember me? More importantly, do you remember who you are?”

“Of course,” She said slowly, side-eyeing the costumed man, “I’m Marin-“

“Ahhh!” He put his clawed hand over her mouth, “Don’t say it!”

Unfortunately, he had realized too late, and she had said enough. There was no way he could mistake that name coupled with her appearance. He wanted to freak out, he wanted to scream, he wanted to rip out his heart and give it to her on a silver platter. His emotions were running wild and he didn’t know what to do until he looked at her eyes and saw that he had startled her and her chest heaved in fear.

Quickly, he removed his hand and stepped back, “Ah, sorry sorry, stranger danger, right? You don’t know me, so you shouldn’t really be telling me your name, right?”

Her legs drawn in to her chest, she looked at him suspiciously, “Riiiight.”

Standing, Chat Noir offered her his hand, “Look, I will explain everything, but right now you’re in danger, and I need to get you somewhere safe. Also, don’t freak out, but you’re also wearing a costume.”

“What?!” She stood and looked down at herself, appalled by the skin-tight costume. Glaring at him, she held up her finger at him, “Did you put me in this?! You… you pervert!”

“No! No, I promise, when it happened, you were completely aware and I wasn’t even there to see it. You do it a lot, actually.” He held up his hands defensively and backed up a bit.

“I do not! This is ridiculous! I know fashion, and this! This is not fashion!” Ladybug put her hands on her head and breathed heavily, looking for something resembling a mirror. Against the wall was a smudged piece of polished steal, just reflective enough to see a slightly blurry reflection. She stared at herself for a moment, “Why am I dressed like a cartoon character?”

Chat Noir stood at her side, taking a moment to flex at himself, before clearing his throat, “Well, you’re a super hero. We both are.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, I totally look like a super hero. And I must fight with this… this… what is this?” She grabbed the yo-yo at her hip and studied it for a moment, “A yo-yo? Oh yeah, I fight with a yo-yo, a completely practical weapon, right? Do I have laser vision?!”

She stared wide-eyed at Chat for an awkward moment, then turned away, walking down the tunnel, “Nope. Well, I must be the worst super hero ever.”

“Wait, wait!” Chat followed her, reaching for her shoulder before realizing that would likely be a bad idea, “Look, you actually guessed it pretty well. Other than being the worst super hero ever, of course. You’re amazing! And that yo-yo is your weapon, as hard as it may be to believe. And no, you don’t have laser- wait, did you try to use laser vision on me just now?!”

“Suuuuuure. And yup.” She said simply, walking forward.

Chat’s fake ears folded forward sadly. She really didn’t remember him. Not only that, but she hated him, at least as she was right now. He didn’t follow her. He just watched, as she kept walking, independent, looking for her own way out. His heart skipped a beat as he was reminded again how amazing she was. Even without her memories, she was still handling things on her own.



As she disappeared around a corner, he turned back toward the train tracks and let his transformation end. Plagg landed on his shoulder, his pestering, whiney voice all too grating for the situation, “Woooow, you’re just gonna let her walk away? Are you THAT heartbroken? You know she’ll be attacked, right? Without her memories, she can’t defend herself. You’re gonna let that happen?”

“Of course not.” Adrien stated seriously, “I have a plan, Plagg.”





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Haaaaaaaaaaaa yeah, there we go. If you guys like it, I’ll post the second half. If you guys don’t like it, I’ll still write the second half, cause that has my favorite part and I write for myself as much as I write for others. I just won’t post it [here].





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