Okay, so normally I wouldn't come out and point out a comment. Especially recently, but this comment NEEDED to be acknowledged as quickly as possible.
It states as follows (in exact words): While this isn't bad, the only thing you did was have the othe rmiracules hodler appear to be mor elike enemies, and frankly it's sad that I can understand there desire for him to join but even when he chose to leave, if they wanted him, they could have bided their time and even helped bit by bit, this altercation shows they aren't trustworthy and more than likely intended to use him. Try focusing on the psychoclogcl effects of each person and how Chat/Adrien would truly be.
First off- I would like to thank you for reviewing and for giving me criticism. I always appreciate when people try to help me make my stories better. And you also brought up some really good points! I'm honestly impressed!
However, I feel the need to stress that this is not only a No Miraculous AU, but an Apocalyptic AU. As such, the characters WILL be changed to better fit the circumstances and what they've gone through- as is the way when writing AUs. As much as I want them to all get along just fine and be friends from the start, it just isn't logical in this case. Anyone who has done their research knows that trust is never truly earned in apocalyptic scenarios. And yes, while it can be accomplished over time and with support, Chat Noir does not want that support nor help. In fact, he would be able to completely lose them if they even tried to.
The majority of this Fanfic will be in Adrien's POV, and as such we will see things from his perspective. Just because it's his perspective that I'm writing in, doesn't mean that you can't see the other's perspectives either. Remember- this is an Apocalyptic AU, and as such if you need something, you have to get/take it. Ladybug, Carapace, Rena Rouge, and Queen Bee have become a team in the hopes of taking down Hawkmoth as fast as possible. However, they need Chat Noir in order for their plan to work. Chat Noir is a solo player, and they asked him multiple times before kidnapping him.
They're desperate for his help, and as such are willing to do just about anything to have him be a part of the team, even for just a little while. They're thinking about what's good for Paris, and in broader terms, the world. The ability to take down the person who 'rules the world' and caused the Apocolypse is with them, and they want to do it as quickly as possible to save the innocent from being hurt any more. Of course, their going to make brash decisions- they feel like they're on a time stamp and feel like they can't spare any time lolling around and waiting for Chat Noir to decide to join their ranks.
And you are right- Adrien would have been more than happy to help them and their cause. In fact, if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different, he would have actually listened to Rena in the Dinner.
There's just so much that happens later on in the chapters that would explain all of this- why Chat Noir is so against being a part of a team and why they decided to kidnap him. Even just a few more chapters after this and everything would be properly explained. I almost wish that you could have read on instead of being stopped at the last chapter because it's literally killing me that all of the answers were just a couple chapters unposted away. All I can really ask you to do is trust me when I say that it will all make sense eventually.
But I really truly do appreciate your comment. It reminded me that, as the Authoress of this story, I know more about the plot than you d and should be patient when comments like yours pop up.
I hope that this addressed all of the points in your review, and to all of the other readers, I sincerely apologize for the long Author's note. I just felt like it should be said on here, in an actual chapter, in case other readers question why I wrote it the way I did.
To any of you who are confused- it will all be explained in due time.
Oh! And I WILL be posting two chapters in a row, so if you don't see the fourth chapter after reading this just give it a few minutes and the next chapter will pop up shortly.
Enjoy!
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When Chat Noir came to, he woke up on a bed in a room he didn't recognize. He blinked a few times, sitting up with some pain. Nothing serious, it just made him hiss and his head spin.
His memory of the prior day came back, and he growled.
He had a mission, dang-it! His hand fisted and he could feel his claws cut through the suit, piercing his skin and causing him to bleed.
He could Cataclysm out of here, but he didn't know where he was or how he got there. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, coming from the mirror across from him.
It was probably a two way so that they could watch him. He found it irritating that he couldn't see them in return, so he turned his back to the mirror and folded his arms.
Childish, he knew, but they were the ones who decided to kidnap him.
Although he knew he wasn't supposed to be able to hear it, his ears pinned on the top of his head revealed Ladybug's voice on the other side of the mirror. "Oh, come on Chat Noir, don't be like that."
"He can't hear you." A male voice told her. "You have the microphone off."
She sighed. "I know, but still. I wish you guys hadn't decided that this was the best way to convince him."
"Why so touchy-feely?" The male asked. "You certainly weren't like that with us."
"Chat Noir is… different." She replied. "You wouldn't understand."
Oh, he understood plenty. A mask and a costume didn't hide who you were unless you hid it well, and Ladybug wasn't really trying to.
He remembered when he had saved her and her family from the Moths who had decided to attack their bakery. She had been such a shy thing then, as well as his only friend. The friend thing was before Hawkmoth had taken over the world though, and Chat Noir was certain that she didn't call them 'friends' anymore.
Out of his suit, anyway. In suit was an entirely different story.
He had saved her, and when she had asked if there was anything she could do to repay him, he had told her to 'fight the good fight' and then disappeared into the darkness.
She had taken that request far more seriously than he had expected.
"If you say so." The male said. "Why didn't you like this idea, anyway? You even agreed that it would work, although you despised it. I've been curious for a while now."
"…" Ladybug didn't answer, which peaked his curiosity a bit.
"If you didn't want to say, you could just say so." The male said.
"Or I could just leave you hanging." Ladybug replied smartly.
"You know, I'm surprised that he hasn't tried to Cataclysm his way out yet." The male admitted.
"Well, remember what happened when he used Cataclysm?" Ladybug asked. "It makes him exhausted, and it didn't look like he could, or wanted to use it again right away. He's being smart."
"I got you guys homemade pizza." Rena's voice said as the door opened. His ear twitched at the squeaky sound, and his stomach grumbled at the mention of food. "What's going on?"
"I'd say that he's giving us the silent treatment, but there's almost no way that he'd know that we're even in here. He probably knows it's a Two-way, but there's nothing really telling him whether we're watching or not."
Chat Noir felt pain dance up his back, but he managed to conceal his flinch by tightening his fist even more and biting his lip. He took a big, shaky breath and then slowly let it out.
He could feel one of the three inquisitively staring at the back of his head, almost as though they knew something. Or, at least, suspected it. He didn't need any suspicion set upon him. Not if he was gonna get out of here.
"Dang, I think you're right." Rena Rouge admitted, breaking the silence behind him after a few minutes.
"What is going on, Chat?" He had to strain to hear Ladybug's soft whisper through the hearing devices in his ears.
"So… who's going to talk to him?" Rena asked.
"I will." Ladybug said instantly. "He'd probably listen to me better."
"Then why didn't you offer to do that in the restaurant?" Rena asked.
"You just looked so excited to interview him." Ladybug lightly teased. Chat Noir rolled his eyes at the way Rena sputtered out some form of reply as the male laughed.
Marinette really had made newer, better friends than he had ever been with her.
He was glad, and only the smallest bit jealous.
After all, Hawkmoth's actions and Chat Noir's own choices had stopped him from achieving that.
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Bridgette was your typical post-apocalyptic bystander. She lived in a house that she had made in the trees not that far from town, and visited the Orphanage there daily. It was one of the three left in the country, and unlike the others was a volunteer that spent as much time as she could with the kids.
She hated seeing them depressed, mourning for the loss of family or lack of memories. She hated when they had no more hope left in their eyes, and so she did her best to cheer them up. Over half of them called her along the lines of 'mother' or 'big sister', and those who didn't were teenagers who had lost hope in the world before she could convince them otherwise.
It was the end of one such day, her long black-highlighted-blue hair tied into long pigtails shinning in the sun. A lot of the girls had started wearing that hairstyle in support of the hero Ladybug, and if Bridgette wore her hair like that, then the kids would be more hopeful too.
Bridgette's blue eyes took in the forest around her as she skipped on home, a small basket of bread, fruits, and vegetables in her hands. The sun was setting in the west, a beautiful sight that she had seen every day for a total of four years now.
Something rustled in the bushes, and Bridgette froze. She looked over curiously, noting that the brush was thick enough that she couldn't quite see anything clearly.
A blur of white suddenly pounced out of the bushes and onto something nearby. Bridgette gasped and rushed over to one of the trees close to the tussle, observing safely from behind the tree.
It was a blonde teenager, who wore a grey tank top and some black pants. He seemed to have a few patches of white on his skin (or maybe he was just really pale), and one of his arms was bandaged in a way that Bridgette could tell that it had been injured. Under him was a Moth, and she gasped when she realized that the Moth had an actual mouth- full of razor-sharp teeth. It was struggling under the teen's hold, gnashing its teeth and trying to…
Trying to get to her.
The blonde raised his right hand up high- the hand was covered with a white glove, which made Bridgette curious, but she didn't dare comment.
"Catalyst!" He exclaimed, placing the hand right on the Moth's head. The Moth jerked under the teenager, almost like it had been electrocuted, before turning to dust. The teenager grunted as he fell and rolled onto his side, breathing heavily. Clearly whatever he had done had taken a lot out of him.
Bridgette dared to take another step closer, and then another. His platinum-blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, which Bridgette couldn't quite see clearly.
"A-Are you okay?" She asked after a moment. She took a few steps back when he lifted himself up, looking at her through squinted eyes.
"Fine." He bit out. "You?"
"Good, thanks to you." She watched as he stood up and swayed for a moment, resting against a tree close to him. "D-Do you need any help?"
"No." He glared at her, his eyes not even focused on her. "Continue on your way."
"But-" Bridgette gasped when he collapsed onto the forest floor, unconscious. Instantly she walked over and checked his pulse.
"Still alive." She sighed in relief and looked around. They were alone. Wincing, she leaned down and tried to carry his limp form so that she could take him home. "Ugh, you're heavy!"