Miraculous Oneshots and Drabbles

The Red Glass Slipper

Hello! This story was written for a Disney crossover challenge on Miraculous Amino. Also, on Sunday, I'll be posting the first week of my drabbles based on this year's Adrienette April prompts.

Marinette dashed into the enormous garden of the manor, collapsing to her knees next to a bench as tears began to pour from her eyes and cascade down her porcelain skin. Her body trembled as she leant against the stone bench, obscuring her face in her arms.

All of her hopes and dreams of going to the royal ball had been shattered as soon as they saw her gorgeous dress. Marinette had spent hours upon hours carefully crafting it, even losing sleep on some nights.

But as soon as Audrey, Chloe and Lila had seen it, she was doomed. They tore the dress apart (leaving Marinette in rags) and proceeded to leave for the royal ball without her. Why did misfortune always have to cross her path? Marinette couldn't bear to hold hatred in her heart, but her stepmother and stepsisters were beyond evil and that was a fact that could never be changed in her mind.

"I can't believe; not anymore," she mumbled, her voice quivering as sobs continued to sway her body. "There's nothing to believe in."

The blue-eyed girl continued to cry her heart out, unaware of the bright light beginning to swirl around her as a woman appeared before her. The light of the magic started to dim as the woman comfortingly stroked Marinette's hair, a smile etched upon her face.

"Nothing? You don't really mean that," the mysterious woman stated, her voice soft as she tenderly lifted Marinette's face from its place hidden in her arms. "If you do, there's no way I could possibly be here."

Marinette's eyes widened in shock as she spotted the red-haired woman who had a comforting smile plastered on her face. She only seemed to be a few years older than Marinette and she wore a crimson dress, spots patterned over the fabric in various places.

"Who are you?" Marinette questioned, her voice breathy as she wiped away the abundant tears from her skin. Where on earth had this woman come from and why was she here?

The woman didn't seem to have heard Marinette's question as she mumbled something about a magic wand, checking the pockets of her dress to see if it could possibly be there.

"Magic... but that means that you're-"

"Your fairy godmother, yes," she replied. Her fingers snapped together a moment later as she promptly pulled a wand out of thin air, surprising Marinette. She could hardly believe that any of this was happening to her right now. Was she dreaming?

"My name is Tikki and I'm here to help you go to the ball." Tikki introduced, twirling her red-and-black wand in her right hand.

"The ball?" Marinette questioned, her eyebrows furrowing into a perplexed frown. "I couldn't possibly go. Not in this outfit anyway."

"That's what I'm here to fix. Just stand back and watch me work my magic," she winked, glancing around as if she was trying to find something. "Aha!"

With a few simple waves of her wand, Tikki transformed everything around them. A pumpkin became an elegant carriage; mice became horses, and she even made sure that the carriage had a footman.

Tikki's gaze landed on Marinette's tattered dress, her lips curling into a scowl at how utterly ruined it was. She tapped her wand on her chin as designs flowed through her brain until the perfect dress made an appearance.

Instead of merely waving her wand this time, Tikki looked towards Marinette and spoke a few magic words. "Spots on!"

And, with a wave of light, the dress morphed from pastel pink to brilliant red. Marinette felt her lips curl into a delighted grin as her gaze travelled along the luxurious fabric. This was like a miracle; a dream come true!