Author's Notes: In this story, Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir has been turned into a live action movie to be played by none other than Ally Dawson and Austin Moon! (For this story, Austin & Ally is taken as Disney's first semi-scripted reality show which was still wildly successful due to the chemistry between the actors Austin and Ally). This is my second fanfic, first for these shows, so please be easy on me! These are only the first two chapters, so stay tuned to see how this plays out! If you like it, please let me know!

Chapter One - Austin's Reservations

"I just think they are asking too much from me, that's all I'm saying!"

Dez rolled his eyes at the whiny complaints of his best friend. Austin had been coming up with excuses for over an hour about why it was too hard to continue his movie. Rubbing his forehead with his palm, Dez interrupted his friend's rant. "Austin, chill!" He heard the intake of Austin's breath and kept going before the rant started up again. "You are there to do a JOB. Plain and simple. Once upon a time, she was your friend, someone who made you laugh, who you wanted to be with every single day." Dez sighed, "Remember how devastated you were on the last day of A&A? How we all felt? Do you think that kind of thing vanishes? Because, it doesn't."

Austin paced across his hotel room, clicking his tongue against his teeth. "Kira is seriously pissed though. I accepted the role, but with the various forms of training I'm hardly around and we haven't even started filming yet!"

"She's not pissed about that, dude," Dez happily accepted a glass of ice water from his girlfriend appreciating her knowing and understanding smile. "When you guys got together, she got slammed, from every angle. It was a nightmare for her, and I'm sure she is waiting for all the shippers to come racing out of the woodwork again."

"We weren't ever together!" Austin raised his voice more than he needed to, knowing that while that was technically the truth, there had been reasons other than feelings that had kept them apart. "I love Kira, she has nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure, buddy?" Inhaling he knew that he was going to push buttons, but someone had to, "You picked Kira, yes, and she's good people, I have nothing but love for her, but your connection with Ally was something else entirely. It's the sole reason our show was so successful."

Austin banged his head on a wall, "That was acting! We were paid to be a couple on screen!"

"Yeah, no," Dez snickered, "honestly, none of us were that good, we both know it, and the girls know it. Well maybe not Trish, but she's actually funny." Thinking of Trish made him smile, she would be losing her shit over this conversation. "You and Ally are undeniable. That chemistry is not something that can be taught, and a part of you knows that. Like I said, it's what put A&A on the map, and from what I read that's what is putting this Miraculous thing into full on fandom. The main characters connect the way you do, hence why you guys have the parts."

Groaning, Austin pushed away from the wall. It had been the same thing his agent had said. All along he had planned to concentrate on his music, but roles kept popping up. This one wasn't even on his radar when he got the call and he was cast so quickly it seemed to be fated in some way. His only reading had been with Ally, and although they had to read in two different scenes, the director had all but hugged them at the end. The chemistry was still there, even if her easy affection for him wasn't. "I'm still going to talk to the director. If they want me that bad maybe there is room for a change."

"Sure, a great way to get back into someone's life is getting them fired." Dez wanted nothing more than to be on the same coast as Austin, close enough to shake him at that moment. "Maybe you should talk to Ally instead. It's a healthier first step."

"Alright, man, I'll think about it," Austin's tone was dismissive as he checked the director's schedule for the day, "give my love to your girl and the fam. Thanks for listening."

"Thanks for at least pretending to listen to me," chuckling Dez shook his head, "good luck out there!"

The call was disconnected before Austin could follow up with a response. He considered Dez's point about talking to Ally, but shook his head quickly. All their interactions had been either professional or awkwardly quiet. Except their audition. When they stepped into the characters, the old feelings drifted easily back in, her quick blush and clumsy giggle, his inherent shyness and desire for polite distance. He knew in his heart these characters were practically written for them, but that didn't make being around her any easier or his girlfriend's constant worrying easier to deal with.

Sighing for what seemed to be the hundredth time in a week, Austin slid on his shoes and headed out his hotel for the director's office, hoping his concerns would not fall on deaf ears.

"Austin!" The big man motioned to the chairs in front of his desk, "what can I do for you?"

"Hi, Mr. Swartz, I, uh," Austin sat perching awkwardly at the end of the seat, "could I discuss something, between you and me?" He fidgeted with the frayed portion of his jeans waiting for an answer.

"Sure, young man," Swartz's big voice was calm although his eyes had narrowed slightly, "what can I help you with?"

Mouth slightly dry, Austin tried to swallow before speaking. "Mr. Swartz, I, uh, have some concerns about my costar." He had said it aloud and now felt like a jerk. "It's just, um, we have a history, and I…"

"Of course you have a history!" Swartz was shaking his head as if hearing the most obvious statement of his life. "You two had one of the most plausible on screen relationships of your generation, and it was on a Disney show for shit sakes!"

A slight blush crept up Austin's neck. "Well sir, we never actually dated or anything, but there were still some odd terms. I think it is affecting my ability to be in character and I was wondering…"

"Let me stop you for a second, son," Mr. Swartz had teenagers and young adults of his own, and he could smell unnecessary drama from a mile away. "You have seen the show, right? Ladybug and Cat Noir, or however they say it in French." Austin nodded without interrupting. "Close your eyes, Austin," he waited a beat for the boy to close his eyes, "picture what you know of Marinette in your mind, now get rid of the CGI character and replace it with a real person. Who do you see?"

He knew the answer before Mr. Swartz could finish the sentence. "Ally." He didn't need to say anything else, because he knew it was right, deep down in the depths of his heart, he knew no one else could be Marinette.

"Right, Ally." Mr. Swartz sat his elbows on his desk. "We had hesitations about her as the other side of the coin, the Ladybug side, but she is working like hell to prove us wrong there. In fact, she is in training right now, because as you know, she is determined to do all her own stunts. She might be tiny, but she sure is fierce."

Austin nodded. He had overheard other members of the training staff talking about their uncertainties regarding her ability to be a superhero. He had some of the same reservations, given her primary personality traits were surrounded around words that could also describe rainbows and unicorns. He snapped his attention back to Mr. Swartz, realizing too late that the director had continued his train of thought without Austin on board.

"Casting the two of you combines two, what do you kids call it? Fan kingdoms?" Mr. Swartz waited for Austin to correct him.

"Fandoms, sir, they are called fandoms."

"Right, fandoms." Mr. Swartz slightly rolled his eyes as he continued, "You and Ally have your own following after the success of Austin & Ally, one that seemingly hasn't died down over the past 4 years, and the following for Miraculous is even larger than that. The common factor being lead characters who have unmistakable chemistry, something that can be scripted but that isn't felt by the audience unless it is really there between the actors. Bringing you two in to play these roles is going to cause an explosion in the fandoms and give you your biggest career credit to date. Do you want to throw that all away because at some point in your adolescent years, you failed to get the girl?"

The blush fully covered his face now as he peered down at his hands. He had a similar feeling in his stomach as he had as a kid when he was caught stealing cookies before dinner. He wasn't super fond of being in trouble, or of the painstaking way older adults looked at him when he was. "No, sir, I understand how foolish that would be."

"Good." Grabbing a pad of paper and a pen, Mr. Swartz touched a few places on his computer before making a jot on the pad. Ripping off the top page, he slipped it across the desk to Austin. "Why don't you make your way over to this address? See if it brings about any changes in the mountain of worries you are building for yourself. My door is always open, Austin."

He knew when he was being dismissed and stood, reaching out to shake the older man's hand before picking up the paper. "Thank you. I'll try to get my head out of the clouds."

"See that you do. This is an important project, one that was labored on by many people, characters and stories that are loved by people all over the world. Getting this role should feel like an honor, not a burden." Mr. Swartz spoke calmly, and Austin took in every word as he nodded his goodbye and walked out of the door headed for an address with no business name attached.

"Are you ready?"

She heard the voice boom from the other side of the large room. His figure looked small from where she stood, causing the level of anxiety to rise in her throat. Chase, her trainer, was a very large man who was not known for smiling, and his currently small appearance was a painful reminder of just how far she needed to make it. Taking a deep breath, she pulled into her stance.

"Alright, remember, let the magnet catch before you pull to swing and don't release it until you land. I'll count you down to three and then you're off."

Ally gripped her line tightly. She had fallen so much over the last two weeks that she had begun to wonder if there was enough makeup in the budget to cover all her bruises. Today there were no safety wires, just her and her "magic" yo-yo. The magnet parading as a yo-yo was heavy in her hand, while the wire that was supposed to support her weight was ominously light. Beating down the doubts in her brain, she looked at the metal pole above her head and the wooden platform waiting for her landing. As she prepared for her leap, she practiced the stance, the facial expressions, and the lines knowing that soon all three would have to be perfected.

"One! Two! Three!" Chase clapped on the last number, more out of nerves for his young trainee than actual need.

She took off, throwing the magnet hard at the metal post hearing the clank as it latched on. Breathing in, she swung letting her weight carry her to the next platform and landing softly the way she had been taught to do. Without looking back, she pressed the button in her hand which released the magnet and coiled it back to her. Taking another deep breath, she threw the magnet again, waiting to swing until she heard the familiar clank.

Six times she repeated the process, only pausing briefly at each platform. At the seventh platform, she landed neatly next to her trainer snapping her magnet back into her hand and standing into a very Ladybug-like pose.

From where he stood at the entrance to the warehouse, Austin could almost feel his jaw hitting the floor. Goofy, sweet Ally had just leaped from platform to platform making it look as easy as skipping across the street. As she stood on the last platform, it hit him that anyone who had doubted her was an idiot. There was no one better to play Marinette, but she was also Ladybug and apparently Ally was perfect for that too. He suddenly felt very dispensable and found himself wondering if Cat Noir ever had the same feeling.

"I did it!" Losing her pose, Ally did a little happy dance on the high platform. Before thinking, she threw her arms around her grumpy trainer, hugging him in appreciation.

To her surprise, Chase chuckled and patted her back. "You did good, kiddo." He pulled her back to look at him. "I can't wait to see you wipe the smirk off everyone's faces in a few weeks!"

Ally laughed, her characteristic silly laugh that seemed to take over her full body. It felt so good to finally prove to someone that she could be all of this roll, not just one half of it.

From his position on the ground, Austin watched as Ally's sincerity broke through the tough exterior of their ruthless trainer. Austin had never seen Chase smile, but quickly knew that it was part of who Ally was, who she had always been. Smiles tended to follow her everywhere. That is the type of thinking that is going to get you into trouble, he scolded himself shaking his head. His focus returned to the ramp as he saw Ally drop down into the stance that they had both been practicing since day one.

"Alright, Ms. Ladybug, are you ready to tumble?" Chase was squatting next to her so she could see him while in full stance. "From here, I want you to leap to platform 5, skipping 6 and then roll off onto the side onto the mats. It doesn't have to be pretty, but when you hit the ground roll like I taught you and get up on your feet. Got it?"

Her focus shifted from platform 5 to the metal beams overhead. She could easily imagine the bruises coming her way.

"This is the last stunt of the day, kiddo," Chase could sense her nerves rising and was attempting to sooth her. "Once you are down, you get to stay down."

Ally nodded without speaking, mentally prepping herself for the task at hand.

"On my count," Chase put a hand on her calf, adjusting in slightly to perfect the stance. His children had been obsessed with Ladybug and Cat Noir for several years now and he was acutely aware of how important every detail would be in this movie. "One! Two! Three!" He ducked slightly to ensure that his head would not block her swinging magnet.

Austin watched as she flung herself through the air, and to his horror she missed an entire platform and went sailing off the side of the one she attempted to land on. Out of instinct he started running toward where her body was hurdling at an alarming rate.

The ground was coming fast, but Ally was prepared for it. Her feet hit the mat first, with her momentum driving her forward, she executed a somersault and came up on her feet, just as another body slammed against hers. "Owwww! What in the name of chocolate frogs?!" She was trying to untangle herself from the second body who was sputtering apologies.

"I'm so sorry, Ally!" Austin tried to untangle himself and found his hand pressed firmly under her butt causing an immediate blush to rise on his face. "I thought you were falling!" He tried to move, stumbling a little and accidentally pinning her to the mat, with his face dangerously close to hers.

She froze. It had been four years since he was this close to her and although he had aged, his facial features remained the same. Dangerous memories of purposefully messed up kissing takes, and secret practice sessions involuntarily flooded into her mind. Snapping herself out of it, she put her hand on his face. "Cat Noir, now is not the time for laying around!" She prayed the joke would cover some of the awkwardness that was quickly building.

Austin sprang up, realizing how long he had allowed himself to stare at her. Following her lead, he bowed as soon as he was on his feet, "but m'lady, why would I want to be anywhere but laying with you?" Yikes, that was more overt than his character would be and he knew it. Blushing hard, he reached down to pull her into a standing position.

"Well, this is awkward," Ally announced to no one in particular as Chase had yet to leave his platform. She did not miss the amused smile on the trainer's face. "What are you doing here, Austin? You have a stunt double." It wasn't really meant as a dig, but she also didn't bother to clarify. His attitude toward her in the past two weeks didn't warrant any more than professional niceties.

Austin scratched the back of his head, making Ally smirk at the motion he had clearly picked up on from his Adrien/Cat Noir persona. "Um, Swartz told me to come here, so I did." He noticed the slight flinch in her eyes but she didn't speak. "I guess he wanted me to be aware of just how hard you are working. Maybe he thinks I'm slacking." It sounded plausible, even though he knew she could see right through him.

"You would have had it if you're knuckle head partner hadn't come running in to save the day." Although he was no longer smiling, there was humor in Chase's voice. "It is uncanny how well you fit these characters. My kids are going to be impressed, I believe." Austin had never seen Chase act so personable and noted once again the Ally effect. She really was a perfect Ladybug. "You," Chase pointed at Ally, "good job today, but now into a hot bath and lots of rest. Tomorrow you start shooting as Marinette and it wouldn't do for you to be stiff when you have to spend all that time falling on your face!"

Laughing, Ally walked to a small bench and grabbed her water bottle. "I swear, character improvising for Marinette has left me with more bruises than battle training! And Ladybug fights with a yo-yo!"

Austin let himself laugh at her joke. It was true, her part as Ladybug was physical, but Marinette was boarding on slap-stick comedy with the way she flung herself around. If one thing was for sure, Ally was going to be very, very exhausted over the upcoming weeks.

"You coming, kid?" Chase was standing by the door looking at him curiously. "I can't lock up until we're all out."

"Sorry, yeah, I'm coming." Austin walked out of the door and watched Ally slip into her car. Slipping back into his own, he headed for the hotel. He took a longer route, wanting to let her arrive first and get inside. He had enough thoughts rattling in his brain, he needed to put space between them before filming tomorrow or his head would never be in the right place. He had a duty to this movie, and to all the fans who had been waiting on baited breath for it to be made, and he was going to do right by all of them, no matter how hard it was on his heart.