Little Papillon's-Miraculous One Shots

Dark Wings

Have you seen the new cover? My friend was fiddling on my phone, and she made it for me for fun, but since the previous cover was just a picture, I put it on! So all credits go to my friend!

Also, please don't kill me. Please.

3 weeks ago

"I'm sorry, Chat...but I like someone else."

"I understand. It's ok."

It's not ok.

2 weeks ago

"Adrien...if this helps, it was painless. Your father was asleep when..."

"I understand. It's ok."

It's not ok.

Yesterday

"I'm sorry, Adrien. I've known for a while...ever since I was akumatized. I know it musn't be easy knowing you dad is..."

"I understand. It's ok."

He didn't understand.

He wasn't ok.

Today

Quietly, Adrien ascended up the stairs to the attic.

Almost as if he was possessed his feet took him to it.

He wanted to forget it.

But at the same time, he didn't.

He knelt down in front of the box.

It was rather plain, just an ordinary wooden box. It was dusty yesterday.

It wasn't dusty anymore.

Gently, he opened it.

The horror, the shock, the denial.

He thought it would be easier the second time.

It wasn't.

The moth miraculous.

His father was Hawkmoth.

Was.

Was Hawkmoth.

There was a false bottom. When Nathalie had shown the box to him yesterday, he had made sure to pretend he didn't notice it.

Why?

He needed an explanation.

Why? Why did his father, his only family, become Hawkmoth? Why did he want the miraculous?

Carefully, he pried it open.

There was no letter, like Adrien was expecting.

Just a simple photo.

Adrien felt tears prickle his eyes.

It was his mother.

She was in a simple dress, beaming at the camera. In her arms was a little Adrien, his fingers a chocolatey mess. His father had his arm around her mother, and was also laughing.

This was not reason enough.

Gabriel wasn't alone. He had Adrien. He had his son. Was he not enough for his father?

Suddenly, the butterflies came.

They weren't there before.

They came swooping down on him, fluttering all around him, blocking his vision.

He was repulsed. Afraid. But he dared not speak.

Go away go away go away

Please go away

I'm not your master

My father was

He's dead, happy now

He's gone

I have no one

Ladybug rejected me

My friends don't even see the real me

My father, my only family, is dead

Plagg just cares about cheese

NO ONE CARES

The butterflies closed in, wrapping him in a cocoon.

It felt safe.

He flipped the photo.

Written in neat cursive.

Nooroo, Dark Wings Rise.

He was Chat Noir. Hero of Paris.

He was Adrien Agreste, teen model.

Did he dare.

Why shouldn't he?

Who would care?

No one.

The fact hit him like the weight of the universe.

No one.

So no one would notice.

Nobody cared about Chat Noir.

It was all Ladybug.

They probably wouldn't notice if he disappeared.

Ladybug definitely wouldn't notice.

He was Adrien Agreste, orphan.

His father still had his son.

He had no-one.

He could bring them back.

He wouldn't be alone.

Somebody would care.

He was Chat Noir.

Ex-hero of Paris.

"Nooroo."

"Dark Wings Rise."

Please don't kill me!!

I gave you three updates IN A ROW!!

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!

Yeah...Gabe was Hawky again. Sorry. I wanted Adrien to suffer.

I'M SO SORRY!!!!

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO REFUSE!!!

BUT MY HANDS WROTE SOMETHING ELSE!!!

SORRYYY!!!!!!

As a peace offering, I'll give you funny ones next???

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!

God, I'm sniffling.

Why am I sniffling?

I'm the one who wrote this. I MADE Adrien have deep pain. Why did I do that?

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!