Miraculous One-Shots 2023

Read All About It [Post-reveal Adrinette]

Marinette turned in front of the mirror making sure her dress sat just right. She'd worked on this for a couple of weeks. Today was a big day and she wanted to look presentable, especially when it meant so much. Tikki sat on the dressing table in front of her, Plagg by her side as the reflection of the other occupant pulled at her heart strings.

He sat so innocently on the seat, head and hands between his legs, dressed in the finest clothing he'd ever worn. The blue fitted jeans were completed with a thick brown leather belt, complimenting the soft grey of his waistcoat and white shirt. He had the sleeves rolled to just below his elbows, his forearms showing his age and extracurricular activities as they flexed with beautiful muscle definition.

He wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready for this either, but it was time. Continuing to study his reflection, she couldn't help but think how he had the words to change a nation but was biting his tongue. Adrien was articulate. He could talk his way both in and out of situations... when it came to his peers. His father, however, had tried to instil a lifetime stuck in silence afraid he'd say something wrong.

Hate was such a strong word, but there was no other way to describe her feelings towards Gabriel Agreste. The control. The emotional neglect. Adrien didn't have a chance to be himself, to really understand who Adrien Agreste was. Was he his civilian form? His hero form? Or a mix of both?

She knew him now though, she knew him . Inside and out. He was everything — and more. She just wished he believed in himself as much as she believed in him. It was his time to speak up, after all if no one ever heard him , how were they gonna learn his song? The soft sweet melody which radiated from his aura, one she loved and adored. The perfection that was Adrien Agreste.

Marinette turned to face him. His one knee bouncing up and down, and a hand unceremoniously pushing through his lengthy, luscious locks. She couldn't help but wonder how someone who had a heart as loud as lions would let their voice be tamed?

Ever since his father had been unmasked as their arch nemesis their life had altered and changed, especially his. People wanted to know if he was involved too. If Adrien was evil and if their idol was manipulated to the dark side? He was seen as different, as a monster. But weren't they both?

They were a little different and there was no need to be ashamed. They were in this together — as always. She perched herself on his one knee, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist and rest his head on hers. He had a light to fight the shadows and she needed him to stop hiding it away. Even if he didn't believe in himself, she most certainly did.

She wanted to sing, wanted to shout, wanted to scream 'til the words dried out. The bittersweet symphony Adrien had, one which would finally be out for all to see. She stood beside him. Son of Monarch and her best friend, and there she'd stay until her dying breath.

So put it in all of the papers, she thought, I'm not afraid. They can read all about it!

She peppered kisses along his jaw line in an attempt to ease the tension radiating there, the hard, sharp line of anxiety, making him look like a Greek god carved in marble.

Adrien sighed before leaning forwards and taking her lips with his. She revelled the feeling of him, even though they'd kissed thousands of times she couldn't help but think of the times this had been used as a respite, a relief. So much so, that at night they were waking up the neighbours as they sang away the blues. Conversations about today and their future were covered by symbolic melodies and power ballads.

She looked into his glassy green eyes; the sheen that was coating them broke her heart. They'd been through everything together, and if it was up to her, it would stay like that forever.

A knock was delivered to the door, pulling them apart and causing Adrien to stand up. He held out a hand for her to take and a brief glance was exchanged between them. It was time.

They were here for two reasons: Adrien to defend himself and for them to make sure that they were remembered, because they both mattered too. Even though the truth had been forbidden and they were breaking all the rules, it was time for change and for the first time ever the cards were all dealt into their hands.

It was time to get the TV and the radio to play their tune again, after all the story wouldn't be complete without some airplay of their version of events. They walked down the corridor, hushed whispers falling from the lips of people around them. She felt Adrien's hand tremble within her own, his fingers squeezing a little tighter, a little more aggressively.

Marinette gave them a quick squeeze back, a silent reassurance that he had no need to be afraid, that she was there to sing with him. He had done nothing wrong, he'd never done anything wrong. She wanted to sing, wanted to shout, wanted to scream 'til the words dried out. They could put it in all of the papers, she's not afraid. They could read all about it!

They made their way to the set, Alya there to greet them and walk them to their seat. As they stepped foot out onto the stage, the crowd acted in response, booing the young couple and throwing insult after insult as they were mic'd up and offered the love seat. No one understood what a wonderful person was gracing the set. A person who sacrificed themselves time and time again for Paris and her safety. He was every definition of hero there was out there.

Adrien squeezed her hand once more. When did everyone get so fearful of a deprived teenage boy? It was time for them to finally find their voices. They just had to take a chance, and help each other sing through this.

The lights dimmed and the intro music played. Alya sitting opposite, eyes full of support, Nadja taking her seat with scepticism, and the crowd ready to unleash their feelings towards the young boy...but they had found their voices and they were going to make themselves heard.

Marinette felt Adrien's hand tighten around hers once more, her heart pounding against her chest as they sat there and found themselves being introduced, everyone making it heard exactly how they felt. Names being thrown out, not only to Adrien but to Marinette, too. The girl who was dating the devil's spawn. How could she do such a thing they asked? None knowing the full truth and the matter of fact.

Alya smiled, reassurance they needed whilst battling the wild beasts that had come just to ridicule.

As the conversation turned to Paris' heroes, only one question could be asked...

"How could you do that to such wonderful saviours?"

Adrien denied doing anything, his hand vibrations increasing in her own. The audience disagreed, chanting out liar, demon and murderer. To them Adrien had single handedly killed the heroes, neither Ladybug or Chat Noir being seen since that final battle, and to the citizens of Paris, that meant he was working hand in hand with his father, succeeding where the older man couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, Adrien knew it was time. He looked at her, his eyes asking if this was going to be okay, her own telling him she didn't care. They were in this together — forever!

He looked straight into the camera, his eyes calling to everyone in Paris watching — to everyone in the world. A life changing and historic moment was about to take place centre stage, one which would free him and give him the title of 'hero' he so deserved.

"I am Adrien Agreste, and I did not kill Chat Noir." A flash of green took over his body before it was joined by that of a red. His eyes were closed tightly and she wrapped her arms around his, giving him the support he needed for this next big step. The audience were gasping, gaping, unable to comprehend what had just taken place in front of them.

His eyes opened, the striking green once again stirring the pit of her stomach. A rolling sensation of lust and desire. He rolled his shoulders back, standing up tall and proud, her body moving effortlessly with his.

"I didn't kill Chat Noir," he repeated. "I am Chat Noir and last week I saved Paris from my father."