Miraculous One Shot Compilation

I'm A Wake

A/n - I'm usually not too nervous about sharing my writing with other people, but this time I am. You might notice that the over eighty one-shots I have written thus far are all in the third person. I have a fear of writing in the first person. For everything I have ever written, I have only used the first person for one short story, and that was an original. Never have I ever written a fanfiction from the perspective of a character created by someone else. I think my main fear is continuing to think like myself when I'm supposed to be thinking like someone else, and then I will make them do what I would do instead of what they would. There just seems to be a greater chance for my writing to become out of character.

Because of this, I was both excited and scared when this idea presented itself as one to be written in the first person. I started planning the version you see here, but also a third person version for my safety net. Recently, my art professor told us to go for it with whatever style makes us uncomfortable. Even if she was talking about drawing, writing is my main art, and I relate nearly anything I hear back to my current writing projects. So, one art class a few weeks ago, I got jazzed up to try writing from the perspectives of a couple of French teenagers. Love it or hate it, please tell me what you think.

Marinette's POV

Adrien is gone. He's not going to be back for weeks, and it's breaking my heart. I know it doesn't make that much of a difference - I mean, I couldn't even speak a full sentence to him in the first place, but at least I could fool myself into thinking, "Today is the day. I'm finally going to be able to confess my love for him, and we'll go out on a date, and we'll end up getting married, and we'll have three kids, a dog, a cat, and a hamster!"

Telling myself that doesn't work anymore. When I'm the only obstacle that stands in my way, it is believable that I can overcome that... I mean, how weak am I? Now there are obstacles that are out of my control. I can't tell Adrien, because he isn't here.

Adrien's POV

Half of me is so excited! For the next several weeks, I have nothing ahead of me except for ADVENTURE! Sure, I'm going to have to do some modeling along the way, but I'm used to that. What I get to do in between modeling is going to be a welcome break from my daily routine. I'm going to see so many new things I've never seen before, and at one point, I'm even going to be able to practice my Chinese in its natural environment. This is going to be awesome!

The other half of me decided to stay home. Not in that lonely house where I often exist - but home, at school, with my friends. Home, on the roof tops, with my lady love. I forgot to tell Ladybug I was going on this trip. I hope she doesn't think I'm abandoning my job.

Marinette's POV

Adrien is gone. He's never coming back. It's awful, it's heartbreaking, and it's all over the news. Frankly, I'm a little mad at him; his death was absolutely preventable. Passengers are never supposed to go in the very back of the train. If only he'd been in the front where he belonged, then this never would have happened. I mean, the caboose would have still gone plunging over that cliff, and the off-duty conductor probably would have died, but at least Adrien would be okay. I feel so insensitive that I can't feel grief for the other person that died, but I didn't know the train operator. I wasn't in love with him.

Just last night, I went to bed blissfully unaware of what had at that point probably already happened. It had been weeks since I last saw the love of my life, but I naively believed that in just one more day his voice would bless my ears and his beautiful face my sight. This morning I awoke to a news broadcast that tore away all my hopes and dreams.

Gabriel had some kind of urgent business back in Paris, so he and his assistant caught an earlier train home than expected. That left Adrien and his bodyguard to finish up at his last shoot and then board the original train they were going to take. I don't understand it! For part of his trip he was all the way across Asia, and yet when we lost him, he was about as close to France as he could be while still being in a foreign country.