I have recently realised that my book is more popular than some of my favourites. Like... oh my god... that's actually really weird when you think about it. My favourite books are well written, have an amazing storyline, creative villains, everything is gripping and exciting and has good grammar (a huge thing for me) and MY ONE-SHOT BOOK is more popular. These aren't even as long! You think I can make up good villains? Nope! What about suspense? Please! Most of these I write on a whim! Well, this had been a huge revelation, so I'll just say thank you so much once more (9 million more times) and say how crazy this is for me! Thank you!

Dear Adrien,

Alya here. I have put together a bunch of messages from our classmates to do with a sweet, beautiful, kind, brave, strong, insecure (extremely insecure because of you), friend-of-all... friend... of us all, and your stuck up, good for nothing, manipulative, evil, bully, friend-of-nobody girlfriend. This first one is mine (duh) and the rest include letters from Kim, Nino, Alix, Nathanael, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, Mylene and Max.

"Why isn't Marinette writing to me?" He frowned, provoking a sigh from his kwami.

"You haven't noticed how she's been avoiding you?" Plagg noted before gulping down a wedge of cheese. His frown deepened.

To start off, I would like to ask you one thing. WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?! You have way better choices than Chloe, and the one particular girl we all have in mind is head over heels for you and your dumb oblivious head can't see it! Even now, she refuses to blame you! She goes on and on about how terrible she is compared to Chloe, how she's isn't as pretty or as rich, and how you deserve better than her, when I know damn well she's the one that's out of YOUR league! She tries so hard to make you smile and succeeds most of the time, and you STILL pick CHLOE over HER?! You really are an idiot. If anything, you don't deserve her.

"What is Alya going on about? Nobody in our class has a crush on me." He read over the letter again, trying to connect the dots. Plagg groaned.

"Adrien, you're an absolute idiot."

And now she's losing sleep and crying in the night and she can barely keep up with school. I don't care what she says, this is your fault, and I intend to fix it as best I can.

Signed, Alya.

~*~
Adrien,

Bro, you're an idiot.

"This is Nino's handwriting, I'm sure of it." He checked the bottom of the slip of paper. "Yup, it's Nino. He's calling me an idiot too?"

Marinette's been in love with you since the third day of this year, dude.

"M...Marinette?" He stuttered, almost dropping the page. "I... I thought she still hated me from the gum!"

"And this is why you're an idiot." Plagg rolled his eyes. "I may be a heartless lazy kwami, but I've been around long enough to know that girl's fallen for you hard, and not just for your looks. She loves you for who you are, unlike that blondie who fulfils all the stereotypes."

All the stuttering, the extra clumsiness, the blushing and awkwardness, how could you not see? She'd be perfect for you too, if she got over the awkwardness. She'd try her best to make you smile, she'd understand, she'd let you cry on her shoulder about your problems, and she's the kindest, the prettiest, the sweetest girl in Paris! Everyone in the class adores her except Chloe and you! Even Sabrina would ditch the witch for our class prez, but she couldn't write because Chloe checks her bag.

Dude, I'm sorry, but you messed up and even I know it.

Nino.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

This is Kim. I know we don't talk much, and I don't really have the right to say this, but I've always been really protective of Mar. She saved my little sister from being hit by a car, ages ago, so I owe her a lot. She just waved off my thanks and asked me to not dare her. Talk about unselfish selfless, right?

"Wow. You might've been too set on Ladybug, this one's a real catch if this is true." Plagg commented, making the dark hole in Adrien's heart grow with guilt and sadness and anger at himself. How couldn't he see? It was so obvious now.

Anyway, I might not be the smartest, but even I know you've fuc screwed up when you turn down her for Chloe. You may not see it because you don't look, but she helps all of us a lot. When I got turned down and got akuma-whatsitcalled, once Ladybug and Chat Noir saved us all, she gave me a bag of pastries from her bakery and cheered me up. Even got me a picture of Chloe looking stupid as. She's a real sweet girl, probably best catch in France. You missed a great chance when you started dating Chloe.

Kim.

"I know now." He whispered under his breath, not noticing his eyes fogging up slightly. Plagg did, however, and sat on his shoulder, trying to comfort his holder.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

This is Ivan writing. You remember when I first got akumatised? How Ladybug didn't catch the butterfly thing and I ended up turning twice, nearly killing Mylene and Chloe? Well, the first time, nobody knew what to do really. But the second time, Marinette tried to help me stay positive, helped me confess to Mylene, and since we're now dating, you could say it turned out alright. She's real insightful, understanding, and she knows how to fix these things. She's helped all of us in that way, even Chloe back when they weren't enemies. I think Mylene's gonna tell you why those two are enemies, well, why Chloe hates Marinette. It wasn't always like that, and even now, Mari tries her hardest to keep her cool and be nice to Chloe. She's a real angel, that girl. If you couldn't see that 'til now, you're blind.

-Ivan

Plagg glanced at his holder, noting how his green eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He decided to go and lock the door, stop the hateful witch from getting in.

~*~

Hi Adrien!

Mylene here. I hope Ivan didn't tell you the story I wanted to tell. Oh well, if he did, or anyone else, you can skip over it, I guess.

So. Back when we were in... we were 13 when it happened, so three years ago now. Marinette was always gorgeous, all the boys either treated her like a sister or had a crush on her. I think at that time, there was this guy named Pierre who liked her. Of course, Chloe liked him, and since Mari and Chloe were friends, she told Mar she had a crush but she didn't say who. Pierre was really sweet, he would treat any girl right, and he adored Marinette because she was as sweet as could be, still is.

Tears began to fall on the paper, but they went unnoticed, his attention fully on the words written. He was an idiot. He was a complete and total idiot. Why did he give in to Chloe's nagging? Why did he give in to his father's wishes? He was better than this! He wasn't better than this, he was a fool.

Pierre asked her out one day, behind the school. Marinette, not wanting to turn him down and hurt his feelings, accepted, because she didn't know that was Chloe's crush. Chloe was a lot nicer back then, and a lot shier. But Chloe saw them at an ice-cream shop, and saw Pierre place his hand on Marinette's, and immediately assumed her friend betrayed her. She marched right up to them and pulled Mari away, only to scream at her and... push her off the bridge into ice-cold water. Nearly killed her, but Chloe didn't care. She just went home. That's why from day one, she's been all over you, to make sure everyone knew you were hers whether you liked it or not. And Marinette being Marinette, she forgave Chloe, believed she was the one at fault, and she let Chloe bully her because she thought she deserved it. It took a year for her to realise she wasn't to blame and stand up to Chloe.

"Good on her." Plagg muttered, reading over Adrien's shoulder. Adrien sniffed and nodded.

"Yeah. They're right, I don't deserve someone like her at all."

I thought you should know that story. After all, Chloe might tell you a completely different one and try to convince you that Marinette's terrible. But she really isn't, and I'd trust her with my secrets any day.

Good luck with Chloe. By the end of the day, you'll need it.

Mylene

~*~

Hey Adrien!

Let's just get to the point. Mar-Mar is a beautiful and kind girl who is amazingly skilled at a lot of things, and you've just got your looks. I don't know why she fell for you, she won't tell any of us, and Alya and Nino are the only ones who know. But she did, and you broke her sweet little heart, and you either fix it, or you'll pay.

Alix.

"Of course, Alix. I'll fix it." He silently promised, crossing his heart.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

You don't know how lucky you are. I've been in love with Marinette for years now, and she's only ever treated me as a friend. Then you come along, and you gave her that umbrella, and she's been in love with you ever since.

"My umbrella? She... she fell for me when I gave her my umbrella?" He sighed, slouching slightly. "Kindness... No, I've never been kind to her, if I couldn't see her crush."

Maybe I'm too shy, but you... Even if you're as kind as she insists you are, you don't deserve her. She says you're lonely too, terribly lonely, and how she wants to take that away. She really does know how to read people, huh? Well, she knows about my crush on her, and she turned me down kindly. We can't all be winners, I guess. Anyway, you really need to fix this mess you've gotten yourself into. Nobody will trust you again unless you do.

Nathanael.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

Well, mine can't be the first one you've read. So you know what's going on. All I'll say is, Marinette looks at you the way Rose looks at me.

"Rose and Juleka are dating... Rose looks at Juleka with such adoration in her eyes, Marinette looks at me like that? Oh Princess, what have I done?" Adrien wiped at his eyes and continued reading.

She's always been in deep, like you were with Ladybug. Don't ask me how I know that, I just do. She'll love you forever if you let her. Make the right choice.

From, Juleka.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't know why, but she loves you. If she loves you, and I believe she does, either you deserve it, or someone else does. Sorry, that was a bad poem, but did it get the message across? Lots of boys want Marinette's attention, and you've got it with not much work. If she does love you, you must have done something to deserve it. She doesn't fall in love at first sight, you know.

I believe you can fix this Adrien, I really do. I believe in you!

"Thanks. I'll need someone to believe in me." Adrien mumbled as he absently fingered the last two letters.

From Rose.

~*~

Hello Adrien.

I am 99% certain my letter will be the last one, so I'll keep this short, as you know what's going on.

"Max." He managed a small smile at the calculation. "But who's the last one?" He didn't look until he'd finished Max's letter, although curiosity pulled at his mind.

While I believe love to be illogical, especially this love, it is an unavoidable emotion. I love my parents. Marinette loves everyone, and specifically, you. Marinette is not shallow either, she chooses friends based on character rather than appearances. I must conclude that you have done something to earn her affection. If she believes you to be worthy of her love, I cannot prove her wrong, however, I can offer some advice.

She still loves you, Adrien, I see it in her eyes. Chloe, however long you have known her, does not look at you with that same spark. Make this right. I cannot stand an unbalanced atmosphere in the classroom any longer.

Max.

~*~

"Who's the last one from? I've gone through all of the classmates except Sabrina and Chloe." Adrien furrowed his brow, staring at the last page. Plagg nudged him.

"Read it and find out."

Dear Adrien.

I am so, so sorry. I know what everyone must be putting you through, and I've tried to stop them, but they won't listen. They say I'm too precious to all of them to simply let me be hurt and not do something.

"I-is this w-who I think it is?" Adrien stuttered, glancing at Plagg. The kwami remained silent, reading the neat handwriting.

Honestly, I shouldn't matter all that much. I've only done what any decent human being would've done. But, I suppose I can't stop them, not when they're bought the stamp and paper already.

I don't know what everyone else has said, but I have my own story to tell. And it involves you, and me, and Ladybug and Chat Noir and Plagg and Tikki and Hawkmoth and akumas and how I really fell in love with you.

I've always known you're Chat Noir. The hair, the eyes, the voice, the height and body shape, take all these into account and you're identical. I've known from the very beginning. Is Plagg there with you? Reading over your shoulder perhaps? I feel sorry for you, you got stuck with the kwami who loves smelly cheese, although from what Tikki tells me, he's still lovable. I can smell it on you sometimes, underneath all the cologne you use to mask it.

Plagg smiled affectionately. Tikki must have told her about his love of cheese. He would have to visit her sometime, give her some advice about his young holder.

"She... she knows..." He whispered, so quiet Plagg almost didn't catch it.

Of course, when I first met you, I hated you because I thought you were like Chloe. Spoiled, selfish, uncaring, simply a stuck-up rich kid. When I first saw you as Chat, I decided that'd I'd give you a chance and see how you really were. See if my assumptions were wrong. You were teasing, reckless, flirty, courageous, funny, protective and strong. You knew what to do. You cheered me up so that I knew what to do. Nothing like how I thought you'd be. I'm sorry for assuming things, but you've got to understand. I didn't want to be hurt again the way Chloe hurt me.

And when you gave me the umbrella, soft and kind and with that earnest expression and that loneliness buried in your eyes... I fell for you because I saw a boy hiding behind a perfect image, a perfect model to help a father who didn't care. I saw a boy who wanted someone to be himself with, with no fears of being judged or being scorned. You wanted someone who would accept you for you. I was that person, but you just didn't see.

I waited to see if you would figure out my identity. I thought for sure you'd figure it out when I sent you to help me with the Evillustrator incident. But you still didn't, and you didn't pay any attention to Marinette because you loved Ladybug. I thought you'd be disappointed when you found out my identity, which is why I never revealed myself to you. You'd be disappointed that the great Ladybug, strong and smart and beautiful and praised throughout Paris... was just me. I'm revealing myself now though. You deserve to know.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Ladybug, and her partner, Chat Noir, is Adrien Agreste. And now, both of us are torn apart once more. Not by a twisted love-square, but by a completely different person.

Adrien, you deserve so much more than me.

"I really don't deserve someone like you."

I should've been more careful with my heart.

"No, I should've been more careful with your heart."

I must confess properly though. Even though it isn't properly, but I never could get the courage to confess to your face. I promised myself you'd know, though, and now the shock won't be as great from everyone else's letters.

I love you, Adrien. I've been in love with you since the day it rained. I daydream about you all the time. I think you're perfect, kind, selfless, funny, brave, strong, and simply amazing. You're the light in my life, and while you may not love me back, you always will be.

Love, Marinette.

"Oh Marinette. I know how I feel now, and I promise, I'll make this up to you."

~*~

Chloe was sick of waiting outside, she said, so she got Nathalie and unlocked the door to barge her way in. She barely took notice of his silence and simply went on and on about how there was a party at her father's hotel and he should come with her. Nathalie, however, standing by the door, saw his dark expression, tears and letters.

"Are you even listening to me?" Chloe turned on him, manicured hands tapping her waist. Her dull eyes landed on the sheets of paper scattered across his bed and the paper in his hands. "What are those? Have girls been writing to you again?" She stalked towards him and snatched up one of the papers, which happened to be Mylene's, which contained the story. She read over it, her unpleasant scowl growing. She prepared to rip it in two when Adrien pried it out of her grip.

"Get out." He muttered. Chloe leaned closer.

"What did you say? That you're sure it's a lie? Well of course it is, they just all love that goody-two-shoes too much to see who she really is." She grinned maliciously and studied her nails. "You believe me, don't you? After all, you love m-"

"GET. OUT." He shouted, expression angry and fierce. Chloe staggered back a step, shock painted on her face. "I don't know WHY I decided to be with you, but I'm ending it here and now. Get out and never come back!"

Nathalie quietly spoke into her earpiece, talking to Adrien's bodyguard whom he called the Gorilla, informing him to not let in Miss. Bourgeois ever again. Adrien was like a son to her, and if he wished never to see the young girl again, she would make it so.

Chloe appeared to be arguing with him. "What are you doing? Do I need to remind you who my father is?"

"Your father is the mayor, not you! Now I know why everyone calls you stuck-up, manipulative, and terrible! You're not my childhood friend anymore, you're certainly not my girlfriend anymore. Get out before I call the police." Adrien towered over the girl, glaring at her. She cowered and bolted from the room, unsightly heels clicking against the marble floor.

Adrien stood stock-still, rocking on his heels before walking over to Nathalie. He took one look at her and sighed.

"I've messed up Nathalie."

She let him talk of this wonderful girl who truly loved him, but he hadn't noticed. He spoke of the letters, Chloe's manipulation. He spoke of all his classmates telling him to fix her heart.

"Adrien," she opened her mouth once he had finished. "If she is as kind as you say, she'll forgive you if you apologise. But you still have to do it the right way." Momentarily breaking her normal monotonous straight lips, she smiled kindly. "I know you'll make it up to her."

With that, Nathalie left him alone. He smiled in the solitude of his room.

"I will make it up to her if it's the last thing I do."

~*~

It was night, 10 pm. Adrien paced in his room until he was sure she would be in hers. He checked his watch every minute, disappointed to see that only a minute had passed since he last checked. Plagg eventually grew tired of his nervous muttering and endless steps.

"Oh transform already!" He growled and almost smacked his holders face. Adrien jumped and immediately said the words to suck Plagg into his rings and transform into his alter-ego.

"Plagg, claws out!"

Chat Noir leaped out the bedroom window of Adrien Agreste and ran across the rooftops of Paris with one destination in mind. The balcony of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

~*~

Dear Adrien,

It really would be better if you would just forget this ever happened. I'll tell everyone to leave you be, and we can go back to being almost strangers fighting side-by-side to save Paris. I don't want any more calls from Alya, or texts from our classmates. It's not fair to you anyway. You can't control how you feel or

A knock disturbed her from her writing. She frowned, standing up from her desk and looking out her window to see... a leather belt being pulled up to her balcony. Suddenly, she felt so much heavier, and with a sigh, she pulled herself up to the trapdoor to meet with the waiting boy.

"Chat, what are you doing..." She trailed off at the sight of him. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot and puffy, as if he had been crying, hair messier than usual and he was pacing. He froze, meeting her eyes and let out a breath, tears collecting at his lashes.

"I'm so sorry." He choked out, barely holding himself up. "I'm sorry I'm so blind, such an idiot, so uncaring, so oblivious, I'm sorry I didn't see your feelings, I'm so, so sorry I'm not who you deserve, god I don't deserve someone like you, I'm so sorry I made you cry, I'm so sorry..." His words were eventually unable to be heard over the heart-wrenching sobs. Marinette froze, hand outstretched towards him. A moment passed before she broke out of her shocked state and fell next to wear he now crouched on the ground, winding her arms around him and pulling his shaking form close to her.

"Please don't cry, I've never been able to handle your tears." Her voice cracked as she stroked his head, listening to his sobs quieten.

"I've been such an idiot. I'm so sorry, Marinette, you deserve so much more than just me." He took a deep breath and pulled away to stare into her eyes. "I broke up with Chloe. She... I didn't really want to be with her, I just gave up trying to resist my father and her and I shouldn't have but I did and..." He searched her shining blue eyes, filled with shocked understanding and kindness and concern. Concern for him. "What did I ever do to make you fall in love with me?"

She sighed again, resting her forehead against his. He hadn't noticed how his hands now lay at her waist, claws gently gripping at her in what could be considered a hug. "I thought I made that clear in my letter." She murmured, breaths mingling with his.

"You're too good for me. You're too good to me. I don't deserve you." His voice dropped to match the volume of hers.

"Shut up and kiss me, you stupid cat." She whispered. He didn't hesitate before pressing his lips to hers.

Months of dancing around each other, pining for each other, all the days spent dreaming of a first kiss couldn't compare to this. She fit with him like a puzzle piece, perfectly moulded to match him in every way. Her hands in his hair, his hands roaming her waist, her body against his, everything was suited exactly to him. Her mouth moving in perfect sync with his, it was like they were meant for each other. Made to be with the other. Nobody else could fit the way they did, nobody else could take her place or his place.

He pulled away to trail kisses up her cheek, nibbling lightly at her earlobe, enjoying the feeling of her shiver against him. He moved down her jaw to kiss her neck, provoking a breathless gasp, the sound of which he relished way too much, and her back to arch, bringing her closer. He sucked lightly on a patch of skin, scraping the soft skin gently with his teeth, trying to get her to emit another gasp. What he got what a sensual moan, even better in his opinion, and her body pressed further against his. Her legs were now wound around his waist, hands tangled in his hair, while his were trailing up and down her back.

Adrien released his transformation, wanting to feel her against his skin and not a suit of leather. Plagg raced away, eager to get out of the hot mess of teenage hormones and sexual tension, to find Tikki. Marinette's hands, which now gripped at cotton rather than skin tight leather, took full advantage of the loose clothing and flitted beneath the fabric, brushing his bare skin. A chill ran down his spine, following her electric fingertips. His fingers slipped underneath her shirt, but didn't push her boundaries, remaining on her waist and the small of her back, thumbs brushing her skin.

They pulled away, panting, eyes still closed. Adrien opened his emerald eyes first, studying her face which now left him in awe. She was an angel, practically glowing with life and love and joy which infected everything and everyone around her. He let out a breathless laugh, enticing her to open her cerulean eyes to meet his.

"I came here to say I love you, Marinette, Princess, my lady. I always have. It just took me a while to realise it." He laughed again when her eyes went wide. "God, I am so in love with you. You're so kind, so understanding, so sweet, so smart and resourceful, so strong and brave, and so, so beautiful. I could go on for years, because I am in love with everything about you. The way you smile, the way you jump when you're startled, the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way you freak out whenever you've forgotten something, the way you never blame anyone except yourself, even if you're not at fault, the way you try to help everyone in any way possible, I love you so much, Marinette."

She was silent a moment before leaving a soft, sweet, slow kiss lingering on his lips that made his eyelids droop and mouth curl into a smile.

"I love you too, Adrien. And I always will."

DID I DO GOOD ON THE MAKEOUT SCENE I don't normally do those (as you can tell) but sometimes I need to (as you can tell) so this is my first try! Finished on 11/07/16, but I'll publish it as soon as I get wifi back (on 15/07/16). Hope you liked it! Over 4000 words of one-shot as a sort of apology for being on holiday I guess!

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