A/N: Hi everyone! Here's a quick little holiday poem for you, in the spirit of the newly released Miraculous Christmas Episode (no spoliers here, I promise, in case you haven't seen it yet). I know it's a tad short, but with so much going on I'd rather spend the time coming up with a longer chapter for later and let you guys get back to celebrating the holidays. Have a lovely rest of 2016, and I'll see you all in the new year!
Mis-givings: Marinette mixes up her holiday gifts for Chat Noir and Adrien, and they try to rhyme their way out of the ensuing confusion.
Once upon a Christmas clear
Marinette was full of cheer.
Her gifts were wrapped tight
For her exchange tonight.
First was a meeting with her crush
Who'd be getting a red hat, fluffy and plush.
Then was a rendezvous with Chat Noir,
To give him new gloves as they sat under the stars.
The gloves should keep him warm, with holes for claws
To help him maintain a good use of his paws.
But one mistake did Marinette make;
The gifts were unlabeled, and much was at stake.
She delivered the wrong gift to Adrien,
Creating a crisis that might not have been.
That afternoon in his room, Adrien opened his gift
And immediately felt his life make a large shift.
The soft, claw-conscious black and green gloves
Were from the Ladybug he so dearly loved,
For who else would even think to design
A gift he needed with fabric so fine?
But Marinette had delivered it, he thought in confusion.
Then the implications came at him in fusion.
"Oh no, Plagg," he frowned and exclaimed,
"She knows Chat Noir's my other name!"
Adrien dropped the gloves in surprise,
His careful secret crumbling before his eyes.
"If she knows I'm Chat," he said with worry,
"I must have given it away! I should hurry
To see who else may have been told.
To Hawkmoth, my name would be good as gold."
"Relax," countered Plagg, "Marinette wouldn't tell."
"Maybe not, but I still don't feel very well."
Adrien picked up the gift one more time,
But something jarred his brain from rhyme -
Does this mean Marinette is Ladybug?
That evening in front of the Eiffel Tower
Ladybug waited at the top of the hour,
Clutching the wrapped gift she thought was for Chat
When actually it was Adrien's hat.
When Chat finally arrived, he spoke first.
He said, "Hi, Marinette," and she feared the worst.
"I got the nice gloves," he pressed on
- Ladybug's brain capacity was gone -
"I do have one question; how did you know?
I tried to never let my identity show.
I've wanted you to know Adrien was beyond my mask
And really, all you had to do was ask.
I'm glad that you know, thanks for being so brave
About sharing a secret you probably wanted to save."
Ladybug stood, staring at the ground,
Her pumping heart the only sound
In her ears as she panicked,
Her gaze turned quite manic.
She'd finally realized her giant mistake
But had to play on – there were no escapes to make.
"I didn't mean to give you those gloves," she began.
"I promise that wasn't my overall plan.
I accidentally mixed up both of the gifts.
I really, really, really hope you're not miffed."
Her terror then even larger grew
Because this meant that Chat…Adrien…already KNEW
Marinette and Ladybug were one and the same,
And she had only herself to blame.
He thought she'd given the gloves with intent
Of blurring identities until it all meant
That this Christmas they'd each finally surmise
Who was under the masked disguise.
Ladybug knew her own secret was out,
And Adrien was Chat without any doubt.
But what more was there to lose by going along?
The two of them knew together was how they belonged.
"I won't say I always knew it was you,"
Ladybug finally, quietly continued,
"But your similar smile should have been my first hint."
He grinned in return – he smelled like peppermint.
"Same here," Chat replied, "My spirits lift
Each time I realize you are the true gift."
He leaned in and gave her an affectionate wink,
"Merry Christmas," he said, and Ladybug turned pink.
He bent softly and gave her soft cheek a kiss,
Then Marinette boldly blushed. "Chat…you missed."