I did this thing, and I'm not even sorry. I woke up this morning with this idea eating away at me, so I wrote the entire story, edited it to the best of my ability and am now posting the whole thing - in ONE DAY!

I love Miraculous and I love YOI, enough to notice some similarities between the characters. So in honor of Miraculous Ladybug coming to Netflix (in North America), and Victuuri Week on Tumblr (Prompt 5: Crossover), here is the tale of my favorite ice trio meeting my favorite teenage superheroes.

Enjoy! (Honestly, I love this so much, I'm posting it for my own enjoyment ha ha).

"Marinette!" a winded figure ran towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder, his breath coming out in dragon-like puffs. She looked down to see Adrien bending slightly at the waist, catching his breath, the hand on her shoulder making her blush. "My dad…" Adrien took another deep breath, pausing to straighten himself. "My dad wants to see you."

Panic settled in, faster than Marinette could put up mental walls to block it. "Why?" she squeaked, utterly unable to control the anxiety escaping her. Superhero by night, complete disaster of a human by day, she thought to herself.

Pulling out his phone, Adrien brought up the message from his dad. "There are some sort of high end figure skaters coming to consult with him about their costumes for next season. He wants to bring you in as a design consultant after your success with that feather hat and glasses for Jagged Stone. These guys can be pretty out there according to my dad so he thinks you would be a good addition for this project." Finally looking at his friend's face, he raised an eyebrow at her gawking look. "See?" He handed her his phone without hesitation, hoping that reading it in his father's own formal speech would make it a reality for her.

"Viktor Nikiforov?!" Marinette's head was spinning as she read the names out loud. "Yuuri Katsuki?! And Yuri Plitsetsky?! Is he serious?" Her hands shook. The three ice skaters were known for their elaborate styles, especially after last season. How could Gabriel Agreste possibly think she could handle something like this? Even as part of a team? Marinette's mind had turned into mush, leading her to lean heavily back on a tree.

"So you know who they are?" Adrien was tapping on his phone, googling each name in turn. "Aw, two of them are a couple!" He had a little smile on his lips as he scanned through the professional and paparazzi photos of Viktor and Yuuri. "They seem really sweet," he spoke so low that Marinette could barely hear him. "But this guy, he looks, um, angry?"

Marinette chuckled. She didn't have to look at the picture to know Adrien was talking about Yuri Plitsetsky. "He is our age you know," Marinette pushed up from the tree, to gaze over Adrien's shoulder at the pictures on his phone, "he won gold at the Grand Prix Finale this year in the senior division." She had never really shared her love of figure skating with anyone except her parents.

"I didn't know you were into this stuff," Adrien followed her as Marinette restarted her walk home.

"Beautiful strong athletes in beautiful bold costumes, that doesn't sound like something I would be into at all," she rolled her eyes sarcastically, before clapping a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" The blush was back, covering her cheeks and extending over her neck to include her ears.

Laughing, Adrien shook her shoulders, "no worries, I should have put that together myself. So can you come today? Four o'clock at my dad's office. I'll be there too."

He was grinning down at her, bringing back the old feeling of mush brain. "Sure, I'll be there." Marinette would have agreed to anything Adrien asked her, even a project that seemed so far out of her league. Mentally kicking herself for whatever mess she was about to get involved in, she tried to internally talk herself off of the anxiety canyon she was trying to throw herself down.

Turning on his heel, Adrien waved goodbye over his shoulder. "See you there, Marinette! I can't wait to see what you come up with!"

"Yuuri!" Viktor was calling across the vast lobby when Yuuri walked off the elevator. His fiancé stood with Yurio against the large columns which decorated the ornamental lobby. Paris was a beautiful city and Yuuri couldn't wait to explore once they had gotten official business out of the way.

Viktor watched as his fiancé crossed the room. It would never grow old to simply watch Yuuri Katsuki move through a room of people enamored with his beauty, while Yuuri only looked to Viktor. His heart beat quickly in his chest, gladly accepting his fiancé's kiss when it was offered. They were in the city of love, and Viktor couldn't wait to embrace this fact.

"Yuck," came a deadpan statement from Viktor's left. The surly teen shoved himself off of the ornate column, glaring at the older men. "Don't tell me you are going to do that the entire time we are here. I thought we had a meeting or something."

Yurio knew exactly where they were headed, but in true Yurio fashion had adopted a pretend-not-to-care attitude. Viktor knew that under the defiance was an excited teenager itching to have a costume designed specifically for him. If Viktor had to guess, he would say that tucked into one of Yurio's pockets were a few free hand sketches of his own. "Yuuri, I believe Yurio is upset that you didn't show him any affection. We cannot leave him out or he gets pouty."

With a smirk on his face, Yuuri ruffled Yurio's hair, laughing when the teen smacked his arm. He remembered when he had once been intimidated by Yurio. Now that they trained in the same rink, he thought of him more as a kid brother. A kid brother that was oh so fun to tease, Yuuri thought to himself.

"Bleck, don't you dare kiss me Katsudon!" Yurio pulled further away from them, jamming his hands in his pockets. Despite wearing the suit Viktor had forced him into, Yurio had defiantly covered it with his Russian team jacket. Yuuri couldn't help but love the continued defiance of their grumpy third wheel.

"You look dashing, my love," Viktor's attention had returned to Yuuri, straightening his tie and smoothing back his hair. "I am feeling quite weak in the knees." In a dramatic flail, Viktor limped into Yuuri's arms.

Rolling his eyes, Yuuri hauled him back up, laughing when Viktor instead placed his head on Yuuri's shoulder, dropping his weight onto the smaller man. Kissing his forehead, Yuuri whispered into Viktor's ear, "I'll let you take it off of me later." He heard his fiancé inhale sharply. "Right now though, you are going to wrinkle us both if you don't stand on your own two feet." The two were busy lovingly brushing their noses together when a high-pitched squeal tore through the lobby. A blur of yellow knocked into Yuuri's shoulder, causing Viktor to catch Yuuri before he sprawled on the ground. "What in the…" Yuuri peeked over Viktor's shoulder in time to catch a glimpse of Yurio's furious face.

"Oh my gosh!" The high-pitched voice was still at squeal level as the owner wrapped herself around Yurio. "You're Yuri Plitsetsky! You're so cute! And you're in my daddy's hotel! You should be my boyfriend!"

Viktor and Yuuri could barely stand due to the exuberant laughter exploding from both of them. Yurio looked somewhere between murderous and a cat trapped in a bathtub. His face was bright red, hair shaken haphazardly as the blond girl clung to him, continuing to squeal nonsense in his face. When she mentioned something about cat ears, they lost it completely, unable to contain even a small part of their dignity at the sight of Yurio being thrashed by some girl. They were of no help to him to escape the situation either, as they leaned onto each other for support as they continued their hysterics.

"What is wrong with you, hag!" Yurio spat, trying desperately to wiggle free, finding the blonde's grip too tight on his body. His arms were pinned down, forcing him to twist his entire body in an effort to escape. When their feet became tangled, Yurio lost his balance, landing on the ground with a thud, the blonde completely wrapped around him. His anger erupted, fueled by the laughter of the old geezers who were refusing to help him. "Get off of me!"

Hearing the change from frustrated to desperate in Yurio's voice, Yuuri was the first to react, snapping out of his amusement and reaching down to gently pull the girl from Yurio. She was resistant, but when she saw who the hand belonged to, her eyes went wide. Before he could avoid it, Yuuri found himself as her next victim of thorough and awkward hugging. "See," Yurio spat as he stood up, "it doesn't feel good, does it?"

Viktor saw the panic level rise in Yuuri's eyes, instantly reacting to protect Yuuri. "Excuse me, miss," he said politely, adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his hair, "who are you exactly?" Chloe released Yuuri, stepping back to examine Viktor. "No hugs, please," he said mildly, "I reserve that type of affection for my fiancé and my dog." He spoke mildly with a hint of condescension.

"Hm, I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Viktor Nikiforov," Chloe was eying him closely, a gaze that Viktor met with steady eyes. Fans and press were his territory, a teenage girl might be able to throw Yurio and Yuuri for a loop, but she was no match for Viktor. "I'm Chloe Bourgeious. My father owns this hotel. What are you doing here? My father didn't tell me you were coming."

Her arrogance reminded Yuuri of Yurio and he couldn't contain the smirk that went along with the thought. The popped hip, the slight scowl, if Yurio had been interested in girls, Yuuri was sure that he would have met his match in the snarky blonde standing before him.

"We are here to consult with Gabriel Agreste regarding costumes for next season," Viktor provided the same answer he had given to the press upon their arrival. No mention of his outlandish declarations about romancing Yuuri all over the city of love, and for that Yuuri was truly grateful. The romancing Yuuri could handle, the public declarations were still something he was getting used to.

"Ohhhh, Adrien Agreste is my best friend!" Chloe squealed again. Regaining her cocky stance, she cleared her throat, "I mean he is madly in love with me, but I have higher hopes in the boyfriend department." Her eyebrow wiggle toward Yurio almost restarted the laughter between Viktor and Yuuri.

"Hold your breath," Yurio spat, looking away from Chloe with red cheeks. "Come on, geezers, we're going to be late." Yurio marched from the lobby without looking back.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Chloe," Viktor was far more composed than Yuuri, although the chuckle hitched in his throat as he spoke, "please tell your father he owns a lovely establishment." Lacing his fingers with Yuuri's, they turned from the girl, walking out onto the streets of Paris. Viktor leaned into Yuuri's ear, speaking low, "how long do you think we can tease him about this before he actually kills one of us?"

Yuuri chocked back his giggle when he saw Yurio's murderous stare. Squeezing Viktor's hand, he winked indicating without words that he was all in on the teasing. The trio disappeared into the car, headed for their meeting with Paris' foremost designer.

Note: In case you aren't a YOI fan, Yurio uses the word "hag" a lot. I know it isn't nice, but he is an angry little dude. I still love him though, he has a lot of room to grow (as does CHLOE!)

SO MUCH LOVE AND BLUSHING. I'm really very self-indulgent in this story. My apologies to everyone!