You know what's harder than writing a chapter?
Naming the chapter.
GIVING A GODDAMN TITLE TO THAT CHAPTER.
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It's time.
"Tikki, bring me the peacock miraculous."
"Please, don't do this."
"I said, bring me the miraculous. Unless you wanna go through that again."
"P-Please, do anything you want to me just-just spare Duusu! She's been through a lot-"
"I am doing this for Duusu, don't you see?"
"Y-You might think that but you're not!"
"What do you know about what I think?"
"I-"
"Nothing. Nothing, right?"
"..."
"I am going to fix the peacock miraculous."
"But how could you do that!? Not even Mas-" Tikki caught herself, "Not even most of the strongest superheroes could do it!"
"That's because they did not have it."
"Have wha-" Tikki gasped as she realised the book the brunette was carrying.
"The Grimoire."
"W-Where did you get this from?"
"You realize, my sweet Tikki, that you're in no position to ask me any questions."
"R-Right."
"But, since I am feeling quite generous today, I might as well tell you. I had this book off your previous master."
"G-Gabriel had the Grimoire!?"
"Indeed. He did."
"B-But even if you do have it, you can't translate it! Only the guardians can!"
"Oh is that so?"
"What do you-"
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"PLAGG WHAT DO I DO!???" Adrien cried for the twenty-ninth time that hour, begging Plagg to do something-anything!
"Kid, I have told you this countless times. And I will tell you this again. Stop. Simping. For. Pigtails."
"I am not simping!"
"And I can fart rainbows."
"You can actually fart RAINBOWS!?-"
Plagg looked incredulously at his holder.
"OF COURSE NOT, KID! ARE YOU STUPID!?"
Reminding himself of his predicament, Adrien got back to beggi-uh-asking for help.
"HELP MEEEE!"
"YOU'RE NOT HUMAN WHEN YOU'RE NEAR HER, KID!! I AM LOWKEY SCARED OF THAT MARINETTE SHRINE IN YOUR BA-oompf-" Plagg's mouth was shut by a hasty Adrien.
"We do not speak of that."
"Wait until I tell her."
"When will that ever be?"
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