Dear Diary,

I'm sitting in geography class. We're listening to everyone's presentations. Alya and Nino did a very cool thing. They investigated the growth of opera houses in Paris. Marrying Alya's investigative skills (and lifelong obsession with a certain phantom) with Nino's appreciation for music was evidently a no-brainer. Their presentation was AWESOME. The backdrop to their investigation was a remix of famous opera and musical pieces that Nino did. I want Rodger and Hammerstein's Cinderella to be the soundtrack to MY LIFE.

It's so cool to see how well Alya and Nino fit together both professionally and personally. Their easy banter as they went back and forth in the presentation was golden. The class was in stitches! On the other hand, I've been together with Adrien for one week and though my stutter is pretty much gone (seeing a boy greet the sidewalk with his face and walk away grinning from the experience does something to you. Like how can I stutter around a dork like that?), sometimes I catch him looking at me and I blush, and he catches me noticing him looking at me and then he blushes and then there we are, standing there like two blushing pilgrims.

Just like Romeo's lips as he waits for Juliet to kiss him.

Or wants her to kiss him.

Now I'm thinking about kissing Adrien Agreste.

Good thing it's Chloe's presentation going on right now. I absolutely do not need to pay attention. And this particular fantasy of mine requires the utmost attention and careful study of the profile of the wonderful boy seated next to me.

AHHHHH, ADRIEN JUST PULLED MY DIARY TOWARDS HIM, TURNED THE PAGE AND STARTED WRITING. I have to rearrange the pages so it makes chronological sense.

Oh the things this boy makes me do.

Hey.

Imagine my best smoulder. That look accompanies this "Hey" and you must only imagine it - for unleashing it in geography class would have dire consequences.

Pfffffft, I'm sure we would survive.

Would we?

Your face says otherwise.

I TAKE IT BACK.

I AM NOT SURVIVING.

You're so adorable when you're flustered, Purrincess. My cool lady all aflame with emotion.

I'm going to let that terrible cat pun slide exactly once. Though I admire your temperature wordplay.

Your furreckles really stand out when you blush!

STOP. THE PUNS. PLEASE.

I want to count them yowl.

You'll never run out of cat puns, will you?

Nefurr.

And also eleven.

You've got eleven freckles.

Do you really hate my cat puns? Because you say you do, but I see you smiling. You're very contradictory.

Yes.

…

No?

The proof is in the pudding!

Hahaha.

They're just so dorky.

Well, that's on brand then.

Alright, maybe I do like them. But it's your terrible influence! You are lowering my standard of humour.

That's what boyfriends are for.

And for teaming up with in school projects! So save those bedroom eyes for later, Meow Lady. We've got our presentation next!

Okay, so we've just finished the presentation.

It went well!

I only got lost in his eyes ONCE, but it was during his speaking part, so I'm pretty sure we were all lost in his eyes at that point.

I also feel the need to let the record show that the "bedroom eyes" he spoke of might have been because I was getting misty over the "boyfriend" comment (I still get soft whenever I remember we're together-TOGETHER). And "bedroom eyes" was definitely hyperbole.

I'd call it more: soft eyes.

"I love you" eyes.

"I love you intensely" eyes.

"I can't wait to bear your children" eyes.

All completely normal behaviour for our one-week anniversary.

So, now that the record is clear, this time, I was the one that turned a new page to start a conversation. (Sorry, Mylene and Alix! I'm sure your presentation is great!)

Hey Adrien, let's work together for group assignments more often! We make a great team.

The very best.

In the daytime and at night. If you know what I mean.

Marinette! First with the bedroom eyes, and now with the bedroom talk?

OMG ADRIEN AGRESTE. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. I AM TRYING TO BE DISCREET HERE.

I think even the teacher noticed you thumping your diary onto my side of the desk just then. Please teach me your stealthy ways.

What did I do to deserve you?

You fed me cookies and milk and now you'll never be rid of me!

Are you so easily bought?

No, but I've found my home. It's with you.

Aww. That's kind of sweet.

And you're right. We're great partners. The world already knows our special … night time activities … make a great partnership. Now the world will find out that Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are also an unbeatable force!

Our names do have a nice ring to it put together like that.

What if we combine them? Like…. Marinette Agreste!

You DO NOT KNOW what seeing your last name attached to mine IN YOUR HANDWRITING does to me. (I'm gonna need a tissue.)

I think you'll find that I do know. (Here are some aloe vera scented ones.)

I forgot you're a sneak. (They're Hello Kitty tissues! So adorable. Thank you.)

I maintain that I live with a sneak and I'm just collateral to his insatiable curiosity. (You are very welcome).

Sorry for making you cry, Marinette.

These DO NOT count! They are happy tears!

At the risk of making it worse… One day, I really do want you to be an Agreste. Or I can be a Dupain-Cheng! Or our names can be exactly the same, but rings on our fingers will showcase to the world our special vows. One thing's certain: You'll be mine and I'll be yours. One day, I'll ask you properly and you'll have to pretend to be surprised because I'm afraid I have totally jumped the gun and revealed all my cards at once. I can't keep secrets from you!

I'M SO GLAD I HAVE TISSUES RIGHT NOW.

ADRIEN AGRESTE, I'M IN GEOGRAPHY CLASS.

THE TEARS KEEP ON COMING.

I'M SORRY! ALSO okay, I have one more secret. I can't hold it in. I was thinking I should save it for a romantic occasion, but I'll do the romantic occasion later. Truth now. I LOVE YOU!

You're telling me you love me via my own diary?

I take it back. You are undeserving.

NOOOO, Adrien, Adrien, Adrien! I love you too! Don't take it back, please?

Would you like to skip the next presentation with me? I'm sure Ms. Bustier won't mind our absence! I'm pretty sure Alya has fallen asleep on Nino's shoulder there. Our "I love you" declaration deserves a moment to celebrate.

What, like cry akuma?

I've always thought you usually lost your phone and had to look for it whenever I needed to get away for akuma attacks.

I always thought your father scheduled you for an awful lot of school hour modelling for someone who is in school.

Some of that is real.

Fair.

So, want to stage a discreet exit stage left?

The great goody-two-shoes Adrien Agreste is seriously proposing to truant?

The great goody-two-shoes Adrien Agreste is an expert at flouncing the restrictions lesser people try to impose on him!

I've said it before and I'll say it again: you're a bad influence on me.

AND he's an expert at not getting caught.

Let's do it.

I'm almost embarrassed at how quickly I was convinced. He's my ONE weakness. I swear. This boy.

But of course, fate is ironic and all-knowing. I'd just psyched myself up to truant, an excuse on the tip of my tongue, when some sort of hybrid yawn-cry from Alya tore through the classroom.

"AN AKUMA AT SCHOOL!" she screamed out, going from just-woke-up to who-needs-coffee in .2 seconds. (As usual, the excited glint in her eye belied no concern towards her personal safety.)

I looked at Adrien wryly. Served us right for planning to jig. At least our pre-planned excuses came in handy. Our hands shot up simultaneously. "Ms. Bustier!"

"—I've got a modelling shoot I forgot about. I'll travel safely - my driver is picking me up, don't worry."

"—I left my phone in my locker and my parents will want to know I'm safe!"

The teacher nodded with a slight sigh. And we sprung.

The akuma was easy peasy: a student who'd disagreed with an essay mark. With the FULL FORCE of Ladybug and Chat Noir in sync, it took no time at all to calm her down and conquer her essay-turned-paper-sentimonster with wire and a loose locker door. And, if after the superheroing was completed so effectively, it left a little time for me to sneak away with my fancy leather pants boyfriend and enjoy our first declaration of love to each other in a leisurely manner… well, then so be it.

I love my kitty.

And he loves me.

And from one beetle to another: love is all you need.

Bug out!

Author's Note: This is it! The end! Thanks so much to those who followed along with the journey, I loved hearing your feedback and theories as it went along! This fandom is the NICEST - we are so blessed.

Also, I started this fic with a thank you to Captain Meowvel and I have to end it with a thank you too. IT'S A THANK YOU SANDWICH! She pored over each chapter carefully AND she makes writing fun. Her comments make me cry with laughter. She's an incredible beta, and an even better friend. (And also a great writer!)

I also feel the need to shout out my long-suffering friend readerbonafide who is moving to France next month. She listens to my stories when they're still a seedling of an idea. She catches ALL of my references - even the obscure musical ones. (If you were thinking Marinette's speech to Adrien in chapter 9 sounded suspiciously like a scene in Waitress, you'd be correct). Anyway, readerbonafide, you'll help me make my characters more authentically, French, yeah? HAHA. I promise to write more fanfiction to help you feel right at home in your new city!

I'm sure I'll be back with more stories in the future, but this is the end of the Purrincess Diaries arc. I hope you enjoyed my take on a realistic ship destruction (buh-BYE Lukanette and Adrigami) and the collapse of the love square into a relationship that they both deserve!

As always, leave me a review and tell me what you think, it'll make my day!