Miraculous: Tales of a Great Big Reveal
A tale of love, a tale of desire, a tale of a great big reveal.
It all comes together here, all pieces of the Great Love Square.
Sadly, I don't own one little bit of this TV show, but if I did… things would be a bit more like this:
Marinette sat in her room, ogling her screen, drawing her stylus across the e-magazine, where the pictures from Adrien Agreste's most recent fashion shoot were, him in all of those Agreste brand clothes. "Oh Tikki, how could you just not love him?" Marinette sighed, "I wish I didn't get all idiotic and muck up everything every, single time I look into his perfect green eyes and…" she sighed again.
"Maybe if you just tried to pretend he was someone else or tried to be someone else around him." the little, red Kwami offered.
"I can't Tikki, whenever I try I always melt and stutter and freak out and, ugh, love is hard." She groaned.
"If you can't take my advice on that, take mine on this," Tikki flew over to the pile of paper on Marinette's cluttered desk, "Do your homework, you have patrol with Chat Noir tonight."
With a resigned sigh, Marinette picked herself off her bed and got into her desk chair, picking up her pencil, she started on her homework, or one-half of her did, the rest of Marinette's mind spiraled between Adrien and Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Her pencil tip broke. Marinette snapped out of her little dream world, pulling her whole attention to her homework. A large dot in the middle insisted that she'd been pressing the pencil too hard, resulting in the broken tip. She released yet another sigh, not about the pencil though.
Chat Noir, was I really thinking about Chat Noir? That wannabe 'punny' purr-son, she chuckled to herself, Never, my heart is devoted to Adrien and Adrien only, and only Adrien forever.
Footsteps sent Marinette into reality again. "Quick, Tikki hide!" she hissed. The Kwami tucked herself into Marinette's bag as the door opened.
Familiar blonde hair and green eyes stared back at her and Marinette felt like a chocolate bunny in the hot summer sun.
"Hey, I didn't mean to startle you." He said, a sympathetic smile crossed his lips.
Marinette dropped her gaze downwards. "W-why would y-you think I-I was startled, I mean… yeah, I mean, s-sorry." She released an awkward laugh, "Hey… uh… Adrien?"
"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here right?"
"W-wrong… I-I mean right! I mean you're always right… I mean…"
"Let me get right to the point here." Adrien walked up to Marinette and lifted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to look at him. "I came to do this."
Adrien felt sick. His knees were wobbly and his head throbbed. Plagg whipping around the room while on one of his 'cheese-rushes' did not help. What he'd done to Marinette was unforgivable, and for what? A dare. He was a monster.
He should've refused, he should've left, even if it made him what the guys at lunch called a 'wuss'. If they'd known that Plagg was his, then they'd shut up.
But Adrien was no better than them now.
If word got out about him. Chat Noir. Doing that to a girl on a dare. He'd be as bad as Hawkmoth, whomever that was.
He had to say sorry, but not as Adrien, that would be horrible. He'd say it as somebody else, and who other than…
"Plagg, claws out!"
A flash of green and Adrien was nowhere to be seen, but Chat Noir was. He lowered himself onto the balcony, and extended his baton, and shot across Paris. Vaulting, sailing, soaring. The wind pushed through his blonde hair and he landed on Marinette's balcony. He tapped on the window, and a Cheshire-cat grin spread over his face as a familiar face opened the curtains.
Marinette's hair was out of its usual two pigtails, and it was sopping wet. Her blue eyes widened in surprise, of course it wasn't everyday that you got a purr-sonal visit from a certain cat.
Then again, it wasn't everyday that you do that to an unknowing person and act like a total idiot.
She lifted the window, and he climbed inside.
"What are you doing here?" she said, her voice more high-pitched than usual.
"What's wrong with visiting my favorite Purr-incess?" He winked.
"Very funny, Kitty." She rolled her eyes, and sighed, her cheeks were pink and a wisp of a smile crossed her lips.
He looked around her room, noticing things he hadn't noticed before, and going slightly pink at all of those pictures of Adrien in her room, if he didn't know better, it looked like she liked him… or maybe she liked the clothes he wore in the fashion shoots, because everyone knew she loved designing or maybe…
"Look Chat Noir, I'm busy, so proceed with what you must do and then leave me alone."
"I'm told you had a visit with a certain Agreste today."
"Who told you?"
"Mr. Adrien himself."
"And why was that?"
"He couldn't face you and tell you the truth."
"About what?"
Chat took a deep breath in before starting, "Hewantsyoutoknowthatheonlydidittoyoubecause," Chat took another deep breath and continued, "He was…" Chat trailed off.
"What?"
"Never mind..."
"Spill it, Kitty,"
"Adrien was…"
