Miraculous Oneshots. (Shipping included)

The Chat's Outta the Bag

Hi! I'm back. I'm sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately. I've just had some personal stuff going on. Anyways. Here you go.

Mean Alya AU

I walk down the hallway and Marinette, Lila and Alya are by the lockers. Lila is sitting on the floor with a black eye and Alya and Marinette are giving me dirty looks.

I've been having a bad day mentally and physically. With more restrictions by my father, my duties as Chat Noir, my depression and exams coming up soon.

"How could you Adrien?!" Alya asks me angrily.

I stop and give them a confused look. I really want to get home and rest. I had 3 photoshoots in a row today and I have a lot of homework.

"You punched Lila! She has a black eye! Why would you do that?!" Alya shouts. Lila makes even more of a scene and backs up her lie by crying crocodile tears.

"Oh. *sniff*. Why would you do this to me, Adrien? What did I ever do to you?"

I start to get irritated.

"I never punched you Lila you know that." I try to step past them to go on my way but Alya blocks me.

"Apologise!"

"No."

"Seriously! You punched Lila!"

I sigh. This is going to feed my depression for sure. I think.

"I'm not going to apologise!"

Alya delivers the biggest blow of all.

"Adrien. You hurt Lila! And you know what?! You never contribute to Paris! Your father is a narcissist! You never care about us! You're stupid, you care too much about your fame to come to see stuff with us, you're as blind as can be, you have everything in the world, fame, beauty, money, everything and you use it to be mean!"

I stagger backwards as if I was hit.

Marinette looks at Alya as if she was her worst nightmare.

My face falls.

Even Lila stops fake crying.

"Alya. I don't get everything I want. I mean sure, itemwise yeah, but family and friendwise, no. My father doesn't care about me, my mother is dead and her body disappeared. I'm not allowed to date or love anyone. My father thinks you all are a bad image for his brand. The person I love doesn't even know I exist. I'm not allowed to be anywhere without my bodyguard. I have to do photoshoots and my face is used for nearly everything. My life is public. I have severe depression and Nathalie is going to die. There. HAPPY?!"

Alya looks shocked. So do Marinette and Lila.

I turn to leave. I'm on the verge of hysteria.

"But you still don't help Paris," Lila says in one last effort to hurt me.

I turn back to face them. By now, everyone has gone home and it's just us left.

"I do contribute to Paris."

"In what way?" Alya asks sassy.

"All my friends are toxic, all ambitionless. So rude and always negative. I need new friends but it's not that quick and easy. I'm drowning let me breathe." I sing, piercing through the silence.

*Pause*

"I'm better off all by myself, though I'm feeling kinda empty without somebody else. And I hear you crying out for help! But you never showed up for me when I was ringing your cell phone oh you don't know." I whisper the last part.

"How it feels to be alone."

"Plagg. Claws out." I say quietly.

"Chat Noir?!" They say in disbelief.

I close my eyes, and I shake my head, grinning darkly. White spreading all over me.

"Chat Blanc."

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