"What the hell…?"
The words slipped out as I stared at the room around me. This wasn't my room. The bed was neatly made, the walls bare, and on the table sat a box I knew all too well. Its pattern sent a shiver down my spine.
A note rested on top of it.
"Place your hand on the box and say 'Miraculous' to understand."
I froze. That design—I recognized it instantly. It was the Miracle Box, the one that held every Miraculous. The one Master Fu once guarded in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Was I… reincarnated as him? No. I shook my head. I was young, not an old man. The world outside felt modern, not ancient. There was only one thing left to do.
I placed my hand on the box, took a breath, and said quietly:
"Miraculous."
The world tilted. Suddenly, memories weren't mine, but they became mine—flooding through me in an unstoppable wave.
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My name is Adrien Agreste. I'm fifteen. I look exactly like the version from the show. My parents—both police officers—died two months ago in a gang war.
This universe… it's a fusion: Marvel's Earth-616, the MCU's 199999, and pieces of Marvel's animated timelines.
And me? I was transmigrated here. The One Above All placed me in this reality, stitching me into its timeline so perfectly that no cosmic entity will ever question my existence. To everyone but Him, I've always been here. Only He knows I was someone else before.
Why? Entertainment. His entertainment.
With my parents gone, their role as Guardians of the Miraculous now falls to me.
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I let out a heavy sigh. Didn't even ask for my consent, huh?
Today is October 2011. The Battle of New York happens in May 2012. The Avengers already exist. That means I have half a year—half a year to prepare.
I attend Midtown High. Yes, the Midtown High. The same class as Peter Parker. A classic setup if I ever saw one.
After my parents' deaths, custody fell to an old friend of theirs. Not Uncle Ben and Aunt May, if that's what you're thinking. No—it's Captain George Stacy. Gwen's father.
He offered me a place in his home. Gwen and I are close, more like siblings now, but I couldn't bring myself to leave my family's house. After some back-and-forth, Captain Stacy allowed me to live alone, as long as I joined them for dinner every night.
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My gaze drifted back to the Miracle Box. My heart raced as I opened it. Every single Miraculous was inside. Even the Butterfly. Even the Peacock.
The lid clicked open, and in a blur of color, dozens of tiny creatures—kwamis—rushed out at once.
"Where is Gabriel?"
"Where is Emilie?"
"Who are you?"
"Where's the cheese?"
Their voices overlapped, a tidal wave of questions.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I raised my hands. "One at a time, please."
Tikki floated forward, her eyes full of worry. "Where are Gabriel and Emilie?"
The question hit me hard. Even though I wasn't really born here, I carried Adrien's memories. Fifteen years with them. Losing them… it hurt.
"They're gone," I said quietly. "A gang war. They died trying to stop it."
A silence fell over the room. Tiny eyes lowered in grief.
Plagg finally broke it, voice edged with suspicion. "Then who are you?"
"I'm Adrien Agreste," I said, steadying myself. "Son of Gabriel and Emilie. And now… Guardian of the Miraculous."
One by one, they introduced themselves. Tikki, kind and reassuring. Plagg, sarcastic as ever. Others followed. For the first time, they looked at me not as an intruder—but as their new Master.
"So, what's your plan?" Tikki asked softly.
I glanced at the Miracle Box, then back at them. "First step? Keep these safe. If the wrong people got their hands on them, this world wouldn't survive."
Tikki nodded. "That's a wise place to start."
An idea struck me. "The Goat Miraculous. Its power lets me create anything I imagine, right?"
Ziggy perked up. "That's me! Yes, I can help you make whatever you want."
"Good. Can you create a ring that works like a storage space? A sub-dimension for the Miraculous?"
Ziggy beamed. "Of course! Just say, 'Ziggy, let's paint!'"
I took a breath. "Ziggy, let's paint."
Power rushed over me, my body shifting into the Goat Miraculous form. I felt stronger, sturdier—unstoppable.
"Now," Ziggy instructed, "think of what you want, and say 'Genesis.'"
I focused on the image in my mind—a sleek sci-fi ring, able to store objects safely in a pocket dimension.
"Genesis."
I swung the brush, and in a burst of light, the ring materialized before me. My hand trembled as I picked it up. It was real.
But a thought nagged at me. "Will it vanish when I transform back?"
Tikki shook her head. "No. Anything you create will remain until you erase it or use Ziggy's power to return it to normal."
My eyes widened. "So… if I use the Dog Miraculous to mark every Miraculous, those marks will still remain even after I power down?"
The kwamis exchanged looks, realizing the same thing I did.
For the first time, a small smile tugged at my lips.
This… could work.