A/N: By request from some of my readers, here is an epilogue for "Remembering Oblivio", a.k.a. what happens when Lila and Chloe realize the 'ship Adrinette has sailed. This will include slight Chloe salt and (at least the start of) a Lila takedown.

Remembering Oblivio - Epilogue

Ladybug and Chat Noir had just said goodbye to Alya and Nino at Alya's house. It had been quite a wild ride, and the two were still trying to wrap their heads around it.

"Kitty," Ladybug asked almost sheepishly. "Do you have to go home just yet?"

"Knowing Father, I'll probably be ignored until the morning. Why?"

"Would you be okay with revealing your identity to my parents? I think they'd like to know the one who's been protecting me all this time."

"You know what? I think I'd like to have an adult or two to rely on like that. I certainly can't reveal my identity to Father or Nathalie… though I have a sneaking suspicion that the Gorilla suspects something."

"Come on, then," Ladybug brightened as she led the way to the bakery. As soon as they arrived, they landed on Marinette's balcony and made their way down to the living area. Tom and Sabine were still up, though they'd normally have headed to bed long before. They were that anxious.

"Mom! Dad!" Ladybug greeted her parents. "I brought home a stray."

"I thought you said even he didn't know your identity," Tom said, a little concerned.

"I didn't," Chat Noir said. "At least not until about an hour ago. We had to detransform as part of the ritual."

"How did it go," Sabine asked, giving her daughter a hug as she de-transformed.

"It went well. All six of us should have our memories stabilize now."

"Six? Oh, Chat will have his own… kwami was it?" Tom was trying to remember the word.

"I'd like you to meet him," Chat said, sheepishly.

"That would mean… are you sure, son?" Tom asked.

"I don't exactly feel comfortable revealing my identity to my own family and, if truth be told, I could really use an adult in my life that I could talk to about this stuff." Chat looked at his feet, the more Adrien-esque side of his personality showing through.

"Oh, honey." Sabine immediately wrapped up the superhero in a motherly hug. "We'd love to know who has been protecting our daughter all this time."

Tom was concerned. "I know you said you love Ladybug and not Marinette," he said as he looked at the cat-boy in his wife's embrace, "but now that you know they are the same person… I don't want you to get your heart broken, son."

Chat laughed at that. "No need to worry about that, M Dupain. You see, several things came out in the open at the Temple, including this..." Chat de-transformed, leaving Adrien Agreste in his place.

"Do you have any cheese," Plagg whined. "I'm starving! Camembert would be best."

"Quit thinking with your stomach, Plagg," Tikki chastised her counterpart.

"Plagg, we have a whole fridge of the stinky stuff at home. Besides, I have some right here," he said as he pulled out a slice from his pocket. "Give it a rest, huh?"

"Wow, he sure is different from Tikki," Tom commented. Then he looked at the boy in his wife's arms again. "Oh. Now I see why you don't want to reveal your identity to your Father."

"Yeah, Dad. He may be a great designer, but he's a rotten father." Marinette's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Adrien! I shouldn't have said that."

"I know he loves me, or at least he says he does. But I am alone more often than not. Being Chat Noir gives me the freedom to be more of myself. Plus it means I'm not stuck in my room all the time."

"Oh, honey," Sabine glanced at her husband, then looked Adrien in the eyes. "If you ever need a safe place to be, or if you simply need a motherly hug, ("Or fatherly," interrupted Tom), then you come right over here."

Tom embraced the boy as Sabine let him go. "You are always welcome. We could do nothing less for the one who protects our daughter."

"But you need to take care of yourself. Both of you," Sabine was serious for a moment. "You both tend to rush into danger. You pull off some miracles, but still… I'm going to worry about you more now than ever."

"I was thinking about that," Marinette said, looking at her Kitty. "Now that we know our identities, it wouldn't hurt to do some training together outside of the masks."

"I could present that to Nathalie as brushing up on my Chinese lessons actually," Adrien said as he dropped into Mandarin. "I could practise my language skills with you Mme Cheng, if you're willing."

"Well done, Adrien, though your pronunciation could use a little work," Sabine replied in kind. Switching back to French she said, "And we could always use you giving Marinette some language lessons as an excuse."

"And if you ever want to learn how to be a baker, I'm sure Marinette could give you a few lessons in return" M Dupain teased with a grin.

"Tom!" and "Dad!" could be heard at the same time while Marinette and Adrien both blushed a beautiful shade of red.

"Um, thank you," Adrien replied. "Plagg and I should really be getting home, though."

"Can't I at least finish my cheese?" the little god of destruction whined.

"Hurry, please. We've been gone for a long time. I don't want to get into trouble."

Plagg swallowed the slice of cheese whole, then stared at his holder. "I'm just relieved you won't be agonizing over which pigtailed girl you like better," he grumped.

With a "Plagg, claws out!", Adrien transformed and headed to the balcony. Marinette gave her partner a hug before he left.

"Call me when you get home, okay?"

"Will do, Buginette," he hugged her back. "Before I go, though… will you be my girlfriend?"

"Which version of me," she teased.

"All of you, of course! But in case it wasn't clear, Adrien is asking Marinette."

"Absolutely, Kitty!"

"Will do!" With a cheshire grin and saucy wink to his girlfriend, Chat Noir headed home. And while he did as promised, the call didn't last much longer than a "good night" between the pair and a promise to see each other at school the next day - they were exhausted.

The next morning, Marinette woke up late once again, rushing through her morning routine. Grabbing a morning croissant (as well as a few extra), she headed out the door. At least she wasn't going to be late to class this time. Crossing the street with no problems, Marinette headed up the stairs, straight to her best friend.

"Morning, Alya! Nino. Is Sunshine here yet," she asked as she shared her bag full of pastries.

"Not yet, though it shouldn't be long," her brunette best friend replied.

"Actually, it looks like the Gorilla is pulling up now" Nino had just noticed the sedan pulling up to the curb. Sure enough, Adrien climbed out of the back of the car. As soon as the blonde model spied his girlfriend, his smile lit up his face.

"Morning, everyone!" he said as he sprinted up the stairs to his friends.

"Morning, Kitty," Marinette said quietly, kissing him on the cheek. "Croissant?"

"Yes, thank you!" Adrien grabbed one of the divine Dupain-Cheng pastries. Lowering his voice he said, "I never seem to get enough. Somehow I don't think the calories I burn running on rooftops is counted by my dietician."

"In that case… I also have some macarons in here someplace," Marinette said, checking the bag. "They're yesterday's leftovers that didn't sell, but still..."

"Fresh enough for me," Nino said excitedly, rubbing his hands as the first bell rang. "Looks like it's time to get to class."

With that, the two couples headed toward Mme Bustier's classroom. Alya and Nino didn't think too much about the couple behind them after everything that happened last night, though they did notice Marinette and Adrien holding hands. Unfortunately, they were not the only ones who noticed.

Adrien was bowled over with a cry of "Adrikins!" as his hand was forcefully ripped from Marinette's and he nearly lost his croissant. "What are you doing holding hands with Dupain-Cheng?"

"Knock it off, Chloe," Adrien said as he removed Chloe's arms from around his neck. "I really hate when you do that. Besides, I'd like to walk into class holding my girlfriend's hand in peace."

"Girlfriend? Dupain-Cheng? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! As if you'd stoop so low as to actually date a commoner."

"Commoner?" Marinette was starting to get a little annoyed. "This isn't the 18th Century, Chloe, and you aren't a noble."

"Puh-lease," Chloe said, looking down her nose at the baker's daughter. "You could never be worthy of my Adrikins."

"Chloe, for the last time, stop it. You may have been my only friend when we were kids, but you are not my only friend now. In fact, I am disappointed in a lot of the stuff you do. I am not your 'Adrikins', I am my own person. I count myself lucky to be considered worthy of Marinette." He looked the heiress in the eye with a stare worthy of his father. "And you would be lucky to be half as wonderful as she is. She's kind, beautiful, talented, stands up for her beliefs..." the starry look in his eyes couldn't be hidden and his smile lit up his face. For her part, Marinette was blushing about the color of her super suit.

"But… but… what about us?"

"Chloe, I'll still have a place for you in my heart. You're like a sister to me, after all."

Chloe concealed a sniff. "Well if that's the way you want it, then I hope you're happy with your choice." She gave Marinette one last disgusted glare as she walked out. "Hurry up, Sabrina!" she called to her lackey. "Daddikins is going to hear about this."

"Well, that was something," Alya commented.

Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose as he came to a realization. "We're going to need to tell Father. Hang on," he said as he finished eating his croissant and texted Nathalie a head's up. "Well, that's done." He then reached for a macaron. "Passionfruit? My favorite!"

"I know," Marinette beamed, reaching for his hand again.

"Adrien!" called a sickeningly-sweet voice. "What are you eating?"

"A wonderful macaron that Marinette gave me." Adrien smiled at his girlfriend.

"Oh." Lila Rossi's mask slipped just enough that anyone who knew for a fact she was a massive liar could tell the deadly look she shot at Marinette. That number, as of last night, had increased to four.

Oh, god. Here we go, thought Marinette.

"You probably shouldn't be eating that. Being a model myself I know what it takes to stay slim enough to stay the right size for the job." Adrien sighed. He didn't want to baldly call Lila out on her lies like Marinette had, because he knew that wouldn't work. But he also wasn't going to let it stand.

"Lila, I take my job very seriously. Not that it's any of your business, but I always watch my calorie intake and my exercise very closely. I have to. With the exercise we've been getting lately," he said, thinking of battling Akumas, "I'm expending more calories than have been allotted in my diet. This," Adrien said, waving the partially-eaten macaron, "is a small indulgence that I've already accounted for."

"Oh, but still…"

"Knock it off, Lila," Marinette said. "Adrien already explained to you that he's accounted for his calorie intake and exercise. Can't you just leave him alone?"

"You're one to talk. I know you're just jealous of my relationship with Adrien." Lila's saccharine smile faltered as she made a show of noticing Marinette's hand.

I can't believe I didn't see how much she hates Marinette before, thought Alya. God, I was blind. In more ways than one!

"We have no relationship, Lila," Adrien deadpanned.

"What about our friendship, Adrien," Lila said.

"Yeah, about that." Just like with Chloe, Adrien channeled his inner Gabriel. "Our deal is off. Stay away from my girlfriend, if you know what's good for you."

"What deal, Adrien," Marinette was concerned. Any deal with that snake by definition would be a bad one.

"I'll tell you all about it at lunch," he said, kissing Marinette full on the lips.

Lila was furious. She lowered her voice to a dangerous volume. "Just remember what I told you in the bathroom, Marinette."

"Wait… what did she say," asked Alya.

"I'll tell you at lunch," she said, eying the Italian liar. "I wanted to plan some things with you and Nino anyway."

"I'll hold you to that, girl."

Lila figured this was a battle she couldn't win at the moment. But she did have an ace up her sleeve.

"Well, Adrien, I'll see you at the next photoshoot."

"Not if I can help it," Adrien muttered darkly, pulling out his phone to text Nathalie once more.

"Lila, wait!" Lila turned to see Alya running up to her. Well, at least she's still in my corner, she thought. By this time, they were in the classroom. Maybe I can still turn this to my advantage.

"Of course, Alya. What's up?"

"I wanted to let you know that I'm going to have to take down your interviews from the Ladyblog. You know, the ones where you talk about being Ladybug's best friend?"

"But why? You know I only give you the juiciest stuff for your blog." By this time, several other students had gathered around, confused at the exchange.

"Firstly, I realized that anyone claiming to be Ladybug's best friend in public like that risks being targeted by Hawkmoth, and I'd hate to see that happen to anybody." Alya didn't say anything, but it surprised her that Hawkmoth hadn't targeted her yet. Maybe she could bring that up during lunch. Hmmm...

"Oh, I don't mind, really," Lila tried to recover the ground she was losing with the Ladyblogger. "I can handle it."

"That's not the only reason, Lila. You see, I recently spoke with Ladybug and Chat Noir. I was able to confirm that you are not her best friend." Several of her classmates gasped, though Marinette and Adrien smiled slightly. "While she's in the suit, her best friend is Chat Noir. She never mentioned any other best friend. Probably to protect them from Hawkmoth, like I mentioned before."

Alya had figured a few things out about Lila when she was thinking things over last night, and gave Nino a head's up this morning while they were waiting for their best friends. She had just been waiting for the opportunity to put the Italian liar in her place.

"In fact," the Ladyblogger continued, "Ladybug had never heard of you until that interview was posted. I'm sorry to say that I let my excitement for a juicy story excite my imagination so much that I forgot to fact check," she looked slightly sheepish… and then she delivered her final blow. "It makes me wonder what else you've lied about because, frankly Lila, some of your stories are completely ridiculous."

Smiling the smile of both a vindicated journalist and Ladybug's real best friend, Alya took her seat. "Oh, and I have proof."