Ok, so this is the moment of truth. This story is nearly ending but I want all of you to choose how it ends.

It can either end with a Ladynoir moment.

Or...

I can turn it into a reveal story.

Comment which one you'd rather have and I'll try my best to do a good ending.

Thanks!

"Sorry, my luck, what are you talking about?" Ladybug asked, eyes wide with confusion.

Chat noticed his partner still looked very uncomfortable. Although the circumstances weren't great, it was oddly refreshing for Chat to see this side of his partner. He'd always known her as the strong, confident Ladybug who was fearless and brave, but this was who she was without the mask: nervous and unsure. For Chat to see her now, so dependent on him and vulnerable too, made him love Ladybug more. The fact that she was terrified but put all of that aside to protect him and everyone else in Paris was truly admirable.

"Chat Noir?" Ladybug said.

Chat snapped out of his thoughts and realised Ladybug was standing and eyeing him nervously. That, and he'd been staring dreamily at her for the past few minutes. He turned beet red and hoped she hadn't noticed.

"Erm... sorry, hehe. You take your yoyo and throw it in the air. Then, it should give us an item that will help us defeat Rememberwrath. But the catch is we have to figure out what to do with it to save him."

Ladybug was staring at Chat Noir in confusion, not understanding a word of what he'd just said. He chuckled at her as he'd never seen her pull a face like that before.

"Here, let me show you. Although, you were purrfect at it before," he joked, walking over to her.

"You just made a pun?"

Chat grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh yes Bugaboo, it's my thing," he quipped, coming to her side.

Ladybug laughed at him, taking her yoyo in hand. Carefully, Chat moved her hand into position, clawed fingers gently guiding hers. Once she was in the right place, Ladybug turned to Chat Noir, not realising how close he was to her. His face was only a few centimetres from hers as he stood over her shoulder to help her. Time froze, taking a snapshot of their moment like a beautiful scene from a film. The two had locked eyes, lost in each other. Ladybug had no idea who Chat was, but she knew that whatever they had was special, though she didn't remember. It was clear to her that she meant a lot to him, and she smiled.

"Cat got your tongue?" Chat's soft voice joked.

"Wha- nooo, I didn't you- I mean, I don't know what you mean. Well, I, you, we... how do I do this charm thing again?" Ladybug blabbered, very flustered. She quickly turned away and gently tossed the yoyo up and down, adjusting to its weight.

"Just throw it upwards. You'll be fine," Chat laughed, shaking his head.

Ladybug took a deep breath and threw the yoyo into the sky with much more grace than she thought she would be able to muster. The yoyo soared into the air, glowing with a white light that spilled into the air around them. A flurry of ladybirds flew from the yoyo as it reached its climax and spread out across the sky. A jet of bright pink light burst from the yoyo and when it dimmed, in its place was a giant red box, speckled with large black spots. As quickly as it had appeared, the light extinguished and the ladybirds disappeared, leaving the box and the yoyo to fall swiftly back down to where Ladybug and Chat Noir caught them.

In the distance, they heard agonised groans and curses of Rememberwrath. He had surfaced from the water and was slowly climbing from the banks of the Seine, spluttering and coughing up water. They were running out of time. Chat, who had caught the box, set it down on the floor and prised it open. Inside was a marker pen, a bottle of glue and an oddly shaped gold trophy. The pair gave each other confused glances. What on earth were they meant to do with these? Ladybug turned and squinted at the trophy.

"I've seen something like this before. At least it was very similar," she paused for a moment, before her eyes widened in realisation, "ooh, I know! My papa was watching a boxing match on the tv and they were competing to win a trophy like this."

"Maybe that's why he was akumatized, he might have been a boxer! It still doesn't tell us what we need to do. Any ideas M'lady?"

Ladybug paused in thought. After a moment of silent thought, she sighed, a downcast look gracing her features.

"No, I've got nothing. I'm sorry Chat, I've let you down. You're probably better doing this on your own. Maybe the girl you remember was good at this, but I'm not," Ladybug gushed, head in her hands.

"But-" Chat began, but Ladybug cut him off again.

"I can't do anything at all. I'm so worried I'll mess this up for everyone, and I don't even think I'm cut out to be a superhero. I'm sorry I'm not as good as the Ladybug you knew, but I'm just me. I'm just Mar-"

"Don't say your name, please," Chat reminded her.

He wanted to know Ladybug's identity more than anything, but he cared too much to try and find out against her wishes. Apart from anything else, he was very taken aback by what his partner had said. The confident image she portrayed didn't have any cracks in it, but this version of Ladybug did. Her armour was chipped, and Chat could see through her façade. He had no idea she was this unconfident inside. The truth washed over him like an ice-cold tidal wave, brimming with raw emotion. Ladybug had no confidence in herself whatsoever. That explained so much about her. Why she was so serious, not wanting to mess up; why she was so adamant that everything was all her fault in their first fight together and why she never asked Chat to save her- because she didn't want him or anyone else to see how scared she really was. This was something else, even for her. A revelation like this made Chat realize how much he didn't know about his love. The least he could do now was help her though it all and be there to reassure her. He placed a hand on Ladybug's shoulder, and she looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks.

"Ladybug. You were chosen because of who you are now. The same with me. And nothing has changed, nothing at all. The Ladybug you don't remember is the girl that I love. She's amazing- brave, talented, kind. And when I see you, when you rescued me earlier, I can see her in you," he confirmed, his eyes boring into hers. A look of understanding, of comfort, "you don't have to do this by yourself. I'll be here for you, wherever we are, whether we remember or not. Because that's what partners do. I made you a promise, that I'd fix things so I could tell you, one day, how I feel, and you trusted me to make it right. You're still trusting me now. So, we'll figure this out. But we can only do it together. I need you, Ladybug, but you have to trust me. Please," Chat Noir begged, giving Ladybug a reassuring smile. Ladybug looked at him, bluebell eyes glistening with tears. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. Without thinking, she threw her arms around her partner. Chat was taken aback at first, but he relaxed to her embrace and hugged her back.

"Thank you Chat," Ladybug said, her voice muffled. She could do this. If Chat believed in her that much, maybe it was time she did too, "I do trust you, I hope you know that."

Chat smiled as they broke apart, making Ladybug blush furiously.

Pull yourself together Marinette, she thought.

"I have an idea, at least I think I do," Chat began, getting everything out of the box.

"Go on."

"What if we use the trophy to lure him here, saying if he beats us at a rematch and he wins, he gets the trophy and our Miraculous. You face off against him and pretend to lose. You give him the trophy, and whilst that is happening, I sneak up behind him and use my cataclysm to destroy the belt. How does that sound?"

Ladybug pondered what he'd just said. The idea of her fighting Rememberwrath terrified her but she did her best to shake off the feeling.

"Sounds good, but surely we must need the other things to defeat him. What about if I..." she trailed off in thought and took the box, removing the lid.

Chat Noir watched in awe as she ripped and folded the box this way and that until she was satisfied with it. Then, she began writing on what she had created. When she stepped back, Chat saw the box had been transformed into a sports podium on which Ladybug had written the numbers one to three. She then took the bottle of glue and proceeded to spread it all over the top stage of the podium. She dusted off her hands and reviewed her creation.

"There, now he won't be able to move when you try to take his belt," she finished, beaming proudly at Chat Noir.

"Purrfect, he's on his way so we haven't got long. Good luck," he said, turning to retreat back to his hiding place.

"Chat Noir."

He spun around.

"I'm terrified. What if it goes wrong?" Ladybug panicked.

"You'll be ok, I promise. I'm right here if anything does happen. You're Ladybug after all," he said with a wink.

Ladybug readied herself; she was prepared for what was about to happen.