Letters to Marinette [Complete]

17 ~~ Scrawls

A/N: [Akuma attacks mentioned in this chapter— Christmas Special. If you have not watched this episode, I suggest you do.]

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Marinette 🐞

The person who Tikki told me to entrust Adrien's book to, went by the name of 'Master Fu'. I remembered him from the Princess Fragrance incident when he healed my sick Kwami.

He explained how the book held a lot of power and it was the right choice to give it to him because, in the wrong hands, it would be dangerous.

He told me what would happen if Hawkmoth truly did get both Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses— how, together, it could cause one to have god-like powers. He gave me and Chat our gifts. He knew who Chat really was.

Master Fu told me to keep it bewteen us, until he could get more information from the book.

It was not the last time I saw him, of course. I knew too much to not come back. He thought me worthy of being Ladybug so I should be worthy enough to have the right of recieving more information on the Miraculouses as well.

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Alya and I apologized to each other and made up the next day, the typical best friend fight. She told me that I was right because Lila truly is a liar and a sneaky fox. I apologized for being too pushy and that we were best friends so nothing could come between us.

We hugged to end our arguments with tears of joy. All was great again...until she gave me a devilish smirk and asked, "So...you and Chat Noir?"

Turns out, Théo couldn't keep his mouth shut. The whole school knew about Chat visiting me at the bakery and some came up with a few rumors about what Chat and I were 'up to' at night (most of them were right).

In fact, everyone in my class started crowding around me when we heard Ms Bustier was late. They asked me questions on Chat Noir, all ranging from 'Is this true?' to 'Is he good in bed?'.

Alya and Nino eventually had to shoo everyone away from me because I was blushing too much to answer.

Alya already told everyone that she was not going to interview me if I wasn't comfortable— which got people even more suspicious... Not Adrien, though. He looked almost amused at my suffering.

Speaking of the devil: luckily, Adrien did not ask me where his book was. I was worried whether or not he was going to ask and had excuses as to why I did not have it: a) someone stole it from me; b) I must've dropped it; or c) my cat ate it. It all varies, really.