And its done! A good enough wrap up for me, and to confirm and answer, no planned sequel for LFP. Thank you everyone for sticking with it, I hope you guys enjoyed it all the way! Also, I have moved to Archive of Our Own, with the same user name. If you want to see any more works from me, you'll find me there. Thank you for reading, and I hope I'll see some of you there on Ao3.

"I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not."

"Don't say that with a voice full of love!" Marinette whined, burying her face in her hands, cheeks going pink. Adrien just grinned across from her, green eyes warm and full of affection. It just made things worse as Marinette sorted this out.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Something he revealed, since he knew who she was and didn't want to leave her out of the loop. And after much begging, she caved to hear his secret. And now she knew. She's been working with her crush the whole time.

It was a flustering realization. And she could believe that she missed it, it was so obvious now that she thought about it.

"Are you ok with knowing?" Adrien wondered, faltering for a moment, wondering if this was a mistake on his part. But he didn't like to think that only he knew. It felt right.

"I am ok with it," she said past her hands, withdrawing to breathe out, easing her frazzled nerves. "We just… we'll need to be careful. Hawk Moth is still at large, and… we now that we know, it can help but still be risky. We can't give anything away to Hawk Moth."

"So… no romantic dates for Ladybug and Chat? Or superhero visits?"

"Sadly no, they have to stay professional. And can't risk civilians. Now Marinette and Adrien, they don't have that limitation."

Adrien leaned forward, grinning. "I think I can work with that."

She returned the smile, then slid around in their booth till she was pressed up at his side, hooking her arm around his, resting her head on his shoulder. "Adrien I know for sure can come over any time."

"And since Father and I are talking, somewhat, I think something can be worked out for a Miss Marinette to drop by. Wants to officially meet you anyway."

"I can clear my schedule for a meet up. And he'll probably clear up yours too."

"Father giving me some free time. That is wild. What do you even do with free time?"

"I'm sure we'll find a lot to do," Marinette promised, a coy edge her in tone. Adrien grinned, cheeks going a little pink.

"Ugh, I love cheese, but this is even too cheesy for me."

Adrien's smile fell, and opened up his jacket to give the kwami a dry look. "Way to ruin the moment, Plagg."

Plagg just stuck his tongue out at him, then turned to Marinette, grinning. "Nice to officially meet you, glad you got your spots. Though, you were a pretty good fox."

"But Ladybug was more needed," Marinette agreed, bringing out a little box for the kwami, smiling when he perked up. "I was told you love cheese, so, I figured you'd like a cheese danish?"

There was a gasp from Plagg, darting out of Adrien's pocket to lift the lid, mouth watering to see the goody inside. "You might be my favorite human."

"Hey!" Adrien protested.

"Yeah, yeah, you're great," Plagg waved off, working his way into the box to dine.

"I make sure you never run out of Camembert."

"You don't bring me cheesy pastries."

Before Adrien could snap back at Plagg, there was a giggle from Marinette's side, a ladybug kwami darting out, offering Adrien a smile. "Don't mind him," the kwami said. "He's just being a cheesehead."

Plagg peeked out at Tikki, icing smeared on his cheeks. "For that, I'm not sharing my cheese danish with you."

"I don't need it," Tikki said, turning to Adrien with a warm smile. "I'm Tikki, and it's nice to officially meet you."

"Wow, you're so poised," Adrien whispered, offering his hand for Tikki to sit in.

Plagg peeked out once more, giving Adrien a look. "What does that mean?"

Marinette reached out to scratch Plagg's head, cutting off his pout and giggling as he leaned up into her touch, a small purr coming out of him. Adrien pressed a kiss to her brow, nuzzling her when she looked up. Ignoring Plagg making a gross noise, the kwami went back to his danish as Tikki dove back into the purse to nibble on her cookie. Left, relatively, alone, Adrien and Marinette enjoyed the moment, lost in each other.

Chloe headed down the streets slowly, a queasy, dreadful feeling swirling her stomach, making her feel sick and unsteady. Down the street, she could see them sitting at a cafe, talking animatedly with each other, enjoying the company and just looking so alive and happy.

Keep going, Chloe told herself. Keep at it. It needs to be done, she needs to get it out there no matter what, no matter the outcome.

Chloe faltered when she was close and Sabrina turned her way, seeing Chloe's approach. That smile fell and eyes became guarded. Across from her, Lila turned away, green eyes sharp and calculating.

Chloe kept her gaze on Sabrina, coming to stop at their table.

Lila moved to open her mouth to speak and Chloe cut in, "Can we talk, please?"

Sabrina blinked at her, her firm expression breaking for a moment. "She doesn't need to talk to you," Lila said, standing up like she was ready to chase Chloe away. "She doesn't need you in her life anymore—"

"Ok," Sabrina said.

"Sabrina," Lila hissed, turning hard eyes to the redhead.

Sabrina ignored her, standing up as she met Chloe's gaze. She seemed taller than what Chloe remembered. "Let's go talk."

They walked a little ways away, leaving Lila alone behind them, pouting. Coming to sit at a park bench, the two girls sat quietly for a moment, the silence stiff and weighted around them. Chloe struggled for a moment to think of what to say, what to do. Sabrina waited her, tugging at her shirt hem, anxious.

"I'm sorry," Chloe blurted out. "I'm sorry for all I did. I'm sorry I put you through all that, for, messing you up, for pinning a lot on you. I'm… I'm sorry." She sagged, releasing a breathe now that it was out. "I, I don't expect you to forgive me. And you don't have to. I just, I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Chloe gave Sabrina a fast glance, then looked away, shuffling awkwardly on her feet.

"Thank you," Sabrina murmured, "I, I wanted to hear it for a while."

Chloe gave a stiff nod, eyes on the sidewalk. Shifting awkwardly, she moved, to speak, to ask, to cling to a small hope. Sabrina continued, silencing those hopes.

"I don't think, I don't want to be friends with you again."

"Ok." Chloe breathed in, closing her eyes. "That's ok. I understand that." She expected the chance, after all. "I… I hope it'll get better, Sabrina."

"It will. It has been."

Chloe nodded, hugging herself tightly, her breathing shaky. With a mumbled goodbye, she walked, ignoring the eyes that watched her go, letting her go. It was it, it was done. Sabrina was out of her life. She stopped at the crosswalk, taking deep, shaky breaths.

It was ok. It was going to be ok.

Alya clutched her cup of coffee, eyes on the foxtail necklace that laid on the table. Across from her, an old man sat calmly, sipping his cup of tea slowly, not sharing Alya's unease at all. Which just made the redhead all the more unsteady, unsure of what he was going to think or to say.

What the fate of the fox was going to be, if it was going to be put away.

And with it, Alya's role as a hero.

That was something she wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand, she's done it. She got to live in the shoes a hero. She played her part. Got to be one. It would not be the end of her world if she wasn't a hero anymore. That chapter can be a close.

But, she can also admit that she'd feel restless if she couldn't help as much as she wanted. Or didn't have the power to.

"You did well last night."

Alya blinked, seeing the old man smiling at her kindly, well aware what her thoughts were locked on. He continued, "A little aggressive for the fox, but doable. With time, you'll be able to figure out the miraculous, and Trixx's guidance, I feel confidence in your future."

Alya stared, jaw going slack. "You're talking like… I get to keep the fox."

"Trouble is always brewing in Paris, and the fox's illusion is a useful power. I rather it used by someone passionate to use it, to help and be a true hero." He reached out, lightly touching the necklace, and with a faint glow, Trixx came out of the miraculous, purple orbs looking up at Alya. "I'm sure Trixx can agree."

"It'll be quite a partnership to explore," Trixx added, grinning at Alya.

Alya smiled back, tentatively reaching out, setting her fingers on the kwami's head. It grew when Trixx pressed against her hand, tail swishing about. Fu smiled across from them, starting to stand with a sigh. With a nod, he said, "Welcome to the miraculous team, Rena Rouge."

Fu left them alone, heading off to the Agreste manor to meet and talk with a certain veteran.

Left alone, Alya fidgetted, turning to eye Trixx. Trixx peered back curiously. Licking her lips, Alya tentatively brought up, "There's a good friend that I'd like you to meet, and him to meet you, and, he knows that I was Coccinelle. Even met Tikki."

"And you'd like to reveal yourself as Rena Rouge?"

"I would like him to know," Alya admitted. "He's helped me out a lot when I was at a low point." She reached up, sliding hair behind her hair, fidgeting.

"Let's do it."

When she blinked at Trixx, the kwami only grinned, encouraging, "I've had someone know who Huli was, and while its a sound precaution to be secretive, there are perks in someone knowing. It can be our secret," Trixx added with a playful wink.

Alya chuckled, relieved as she pulled out her phone, dialing his number. "Hey, Nino, can we meet up today? There's someone I'd like you to meet."

It was quiet on Chloe's balcony, both Prince Ali and Chloe sat in respective lounge chairs, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, and the muffled noise of Parisian streets below. Between them, Pollen sat contently, nibbling on chocolate. It was nice, relaxing, content…

"This is boring."

Ali's lips twitched up at Chloe's bored tone, listening to her fidget in her seat. "Not good at relaxing, are you?" Ali teased.

"Give me a fashion magazine and I'll relax."

"You need to learn to enjoy the moment," Pollen advised, turning her dark eyes to Chloe. "Even busy bees need rest."

Chloe just made a face at her, then glanced at the miraculous behind Pollen. The plain looking jewelry sat contently, gleaming in the light, and currently unclaimed. Chloe knows now that Ali was always meant for the Bee, that he had passed it along in the belief that it would help her.

She wrinkled her nose, turning away with a huff. "You should be wearing it," she said.

She felt Ali's eyes on her, curious and warm. "You're the true bee, it should be Malik henceforth."

"Are you—"

"Yes. I'm more of a wasp, than a bee," Chloe said, standing up, turning to eye Prince Ali and Pollen, both peering up at her. "Too mean for bee, but, I could turn that into something. I do better stinging than nurturing."

"So no more Queen Bee?" Ali wondered.

"It was fun while it lasted," Chloe said. "But… its not me. Queen Bee will only return if Malik can't make it."

Pollen drifted up, offering Chloe a smile. "Things were rather stingy for a while, but you did improve. I appreciate the effort and how far you've come. If you are in need of guidance, I will be here to provide."

"Thanks, Pollen."

"Any time, honey."

It was tense and awkward between them as the sat across from each other at the cafe. Felix had his eyes on the table while Marinette peered up at him, taking in the bags under his eyes, the sag of his shoulders. With a quiet sigh, she murmured, "You really are beating yourself up over this."

Felix glanced her way, then looked away, closing his eyes as his shoulders sagged.

Marinette offered, "I forgive you, for Chessmaster. When under influence, you're not in control, you're not yourself… anything that happened is not your fault."

"It still happens from a motivation I had, something the akuma made use of."

"Akumas twist up a lot," Marinette reasoned.

There was something a weak scoff from Felix, a quiet disagreement, but one he was going to drop for now.

Marinette allowed it to settle, looking over Felix, taking in his quiet, tired appearance, how he looked worn down. For the first time in a long time, he looked lost, unsure of what to do. It was wild to see and think since Felix always knew what to do. Back in the day he was quite the decider. Nothing seemed to trip him up, except for this.

"I really am sorry."

She blinked, watching him lean back in his seat. "I am sorry for securing your win like that, how it devalued your potential and what you can do. I let my father get into my head when I should've ignored him." He met her gaze for a second, then looked away. "As much as I desire our friendship to come back, I've come to accept there's a chance it won't."

"Felix."

"And that's ok. I have wronged you, and I need to face up to that. Accept that mistake."

"Maybe one day, we'll be friends again."

He looked up at her, trying to resist the flicker of hope trying to rise up inside of him. Marinette cleared her throat, continuing, "But, not today. This is something we're going to need to ease back into. A part of me, a big part of me, is still upset and hurt and wants to stay mad at you." He nodded, bowing his head. "But I also know that you regret it. And you're willing to accept it, which, a lot of people wouldn't…" she sighed, slouching back in her seat.

"I'm going to need time to let it go, and you need to stop beating yourself up over it. It happened, it's done. We're both going to work at moving forward. And maybe we'll end up friends again."

"I would prefer that," he admitted quietly.

"Then that's what we'll do," she agreed. "I do miss those days, Felix. I miss you. But still…"

"Mad."

She nodded, sitting up. "So we'll work at it."

He agreed, watching her stand up, tugging at the strap of her purse. "I'll see you at school?"

"Yes."

After Marinette left, Felix also retired home, and upon entering, he stood still for a moment, taking in the empty foyer. He reached up to touch his necklace, only to falter when his fingers came to meet only the cloth of his tie. That's right, it was gone. Broken in half by Ladybug herself, and not brought back by Miraculous Ladybug.

The days as Sparrow were done.

After a moment of debate, he went to seek out his father, desiring to talk with him. Only he never found his in his office like he expected, instead, his eyes settled on a little white box, set on table on the wall.

It was with a mild curiosity that Felix went over to it, never recalling ever seeing the box there before. He opened it, seeing a little butterfly themed brooch resting inside. He raised a brow, well aware that his father was never one for jewelry. Only exception he made was his ring, but even that he took off every now and then.

Why would his father have a brooch?

With another bout of curiosity, Felix reached for it, just to look it over, only to stiffen when he touched it, a light purple light coming from it.

He dropped the box, scrambling away as the light dimmed, revealing a small, purple being that gazed at Felix with tired purple eyes. Despite the exhaustive state, the being smiled at Felix, not minding his gape or the slack jaw directed at him. The being just clasped his paws together, bowing to Felix as he greeted him.

"Hello, Felix. It's nice to officially meet you."

"H-how do you?"

The being replied with his own question, his quiet voice full of wary hope. "Can you take me home, please?"

Felix stared at it, his thoughts a blur as he struggled to process this, what was before him, what was being asked. He turned his gaze down to the butterfly brooch, a puzzle clicking together in mind, what was in his hand, what this was, what it meant.

He stared, feeling cold and numb and stiff. This, this was big. Overwhelming. He didn't quite know what to do with this.

But, for the being's question, the answer was obvious. That, he could answer, and do.

With a gulp and a nervous lick of his lips, he told the small being, "I can. C-can you show me the way?"

He received a thankful, relieved smile. It was over. It was now over.