Warning: This story will be based on a few things about season 2. I hope you still decide to stay. Thank you!
"So you're telling me, that Ladybug -amazing and incredible superhero Ladybug- who fights against evil daily and is an example to all citizens worldwide, has been defeated by her own hair?" Tikki said giggling, floating up eye´s level at the mirror, looking at her chosen´s reflection. Marinette groaned.
Friday nights are supposed to be a wonderful day for teenagers specifically, since it's the well-deserved break from school. The perfect time to listen to music, maybe reading a book, or spending time with family…but no. At least for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, things in her life were far from ordinary.
"I don't know which I should choose! This is a very important night for Ladybug Tikki, and I don't want any traces of Marinette's clumsiness or bad decisions coming in the way. This night needs to be perfect." Marinette replied, while pacing around her room in small, rapid circles.
"Marinette, you always make great decisions, and you'll look beautiful in any way you fix your hair." Tikki said snuggling in the girl's cheek affectionately. "I'm so proud of you. I can't believe it's been three years."
"I know." The blue eyed girl replied smiling, as memories of the past flooded her mind. "So much has happened…I can't believe they're making a ball in our honor." Marinette said with wide eyes, thrilled.
Three years have passed since Chat Noir and herself were chosen to become Paris' heroes, and today was the anniversary of that extraordinary day. Time had changed many things, no longer was she the fourteen-year old that used to trip on her own words, or stumble on the stairs. She was now seventeen, with a dream of becoming a fashion designer, and with the fight against the struggles of teenage life. Yes, Adrien occasionally made her old Marinette-self come alive, but it was more controlled now, getting better at controlling her erratic feelings. Without mentioning her struggles with her responsibilities at school and her far from normal duty at being Paris' superhero, Ladybug.
"And it's exciting that Master Fu taught you how to change clothes while still being Ladybug. Chat Noir is going to faint at the sight of you!" Tikki said spinning in the air.
Ever since the incident with Dark Owl three years ago, the little creature has been talking about him more often for some reason.
Marinette smiled while a dark shade of pink appeared on her cheeks. "What makes you think that?", she asked her kwami while finally fixing her hair in a low, simple bun, short strands of midnight hair falling at the sides of her face.
"Marinette, you know how Chat Noir feels about you." Tikki said grabbing a red lipstick from the pink, wooden dressing table, and carefully applying it to Marinette's lips.
"He feels something for Ladybug, not Marinette. That cat is a flirty playboy, nothing else. I bet he doesn't even feel that way genuinely." Marinette said puckering her lips.
Honestly, as for their relationship, he was her best friend. But she never gave him too much thought on the romantic side. She knew he liked her, but she never showed interest in him that way. Sure, she liked to follow his game and fool around when they were together, but nothing has ever happened beyond that line. She thought he was just having a playful crush that probably had finished long time ago.
She never gave him a chance actually, since a certain blonde boy would occupy all the places on her heart. USED TO, not anymore. Marinette chided herself.
Tikki sighed audibly, with a small smile on her features while looking apologetically at her chosen. "Oh Marinette, you have no idea…"
Marinette turned to her full size mirror, giving herself time to examine that everything looked in its place, while not comprehending what Tikki meant with her comment. But she didn't want to rely on the subject anymore so she dismissed it. She had too much going on in her head to overexploit it any further with silly thoughts.
She examined the evening gown caressing her body. It took her a ridiculous amount of time to design and make the dress. But after days sleeping late and not so healthy amounts of coffee, the results were worth it. It was a red, pompous silky gown that went all the way to the floor, with small diamonds embedded on the waist, sleeves falling gracefully on her upper arms. She felt really proud of herself, though she never imagined she was going to use something so…extravagant. She didn't recognize herself. She was used to wear her simple and casual daily garments, nothing compared to this. But for once, she wanted to feel graceful and beautiful, something that was not in her list of adjectives to describe herself.
"Ready." Marinette announced excitedly. She had already said goodbye to her parents, probably thinking their sweet daughter was drooling in her sleep hours ago. She had also arranged the pillows in her bed in a way that looked like if she was really sleeping on it.
One thing was missing though…
"Tikki, Spots On!" Marinette exclaimed. The small kwami was absorbed to the earrings resting on the girl's ears. This caused her signature red, polka-dotted mask to materialize and finish her look.
Marinette sighed anxiously, "Okay, now the awkward part of the night..."
She walked to the trapdoor and climbed the ladder. Something that was so ordinary had become extremely difficult given the circumstances. She then released her yo-yo to the vast sky night and disappeared in the skyline.
She had seen the Palace of Versailles from afar, but never like this.
Over 800 hectares were displayed at her sight. Beautiful extensive fountains with numerous designs releasing spurts of water, creating a calming sound as the water flowed. Realistic statues were displayed there too, sundry stories untold in the eyes of the solemn figures.
The gardens delicately designed through the grassy lawns, in a way that showed the glory of the nature modified by men. The water and garden parterres that stood out through all the landscape, filled with meticulous designs to show off the beauty of landscape design. The groves of Versailles that were filled with statues, vases and fountains, where royalty would often go for walks. And the aroma of all kinds of flowers were sending her into a state of tranquility.
It made her feel like she was in a different time, back at the seventeenth century. Where queens, kings, and noble society used to spend their lives surrounded by luxuries and wealth.
She then realized how small and humble her bedroom was. This definitely wasn't how I thought my life would turn out to be.
Oh well, normality be damned.
This was their night, and she was going to enjoy it.
She started walking, feeling her legs functioning properly again, mentally reciting advices on her nervous mind, her heels hauling the small pebbles of the ground as she walked forward.
Okay, let's go over the basics again. She said to herself, repeating the advices she had received from Tikki, for the millionth time that night. A sacred mantra she needed to follow diligently. Stand straight, smile at everyone, don't stand on anyone's feet, don't devour food like a hungry monster, walk decently, don't dance like a drunken monkey, don't say incoherent words and don't stumble on your own feet.
When she finished with her inner turmoil she realized she was already inside. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Come on Marinette, you're Ladybug. It's just a party…a big luxurious party filled with strangers…
Inside was even more thrilling and overwhelming. Long, spacious hallways with refined gold structures were in front of her. Big, crystal chandeliers illuminated the palace in a way that the environment seemed ethereal. At the top, paintings of Hercules' apotheosis were displayed through the entire ceiling, showing the history behind it through detailed artistic work.
She continued walking as tapestries and portraits were displayed at the sides, the eyes of the painted following her. She gulped nervously. She imagined how it must have felt to be here hundreds of years ago, where Parisian royalty used to walk the same path she was taking. It was so overwhelming to say the least, she will never understand how Parisian royalty were used to this kind of life every single day.
After accidentally losing herself through all kinds of confusing hallways, the huge doors to the correct ballroom were a few inches apart from her. She took steady breaths, in way to calm her rising heart.
And without notice, the doors to the ballroom were opened for her.
The ballroom was no less captivating. She passed through the golden archway, and came to stop on top of a long and wide staircase, where all the guests were addressing their gaze to.
She widened her eyes as she realized the silence that had developed in the spacious place, due to her presence. She was starting to feel extremely self-conscious. Great way to go unnoticed, Ladybug.
She gained strength and started walking down the stairs as decently as she could, with her eyes gazing through the crowds, trying to locate her feline partner. Nothing.
She was received with sincere smiles and surprised amazement at the sight of her, from all the people who had come to celebrate this day with them. Her heels clicked against the polished floor. As she looked down, she met her reflection. Three crystal chandeliers hung, and were illuminating the floor in a soft way, making it look like if another world was displayed below her. Everything just felt like a dream, like if she had traveled back in time and history was developing right in front of her.
She was not very tall, but her heels gave her an advantage in trying to locate black cat ears through the masses of people currently at the room.
Still nothing.
She spotted her best friend Alya a few meters away, wearing a black silk dress that embraced her figure beautifully, with a high bun decorating her hair.
Nino, her boyfriend, was with her too. Looking handsome with a white tuxedo and his cap replaced with his hair pulled back in a way that really suited him. She smiled unconsciously. Alya was also invited, since she ran the Ladyblog, Paris' most famous source for Ladybug and Chat Noir information.
While she waited for Chat Noir, she made small talk with the guests, trying to be closer with the people she risked her life daily in order to keep them safe. But as time went by, she was getting more curious and anxious.
She wanted to be with her partner. She knew she was going to feel better by having someone she knew by her side; someone she trusted.
She started feeling lonely as she walked through the center of the ballroom. She stood where a royalty shield was inserted on the lustrous floor, a design that gave her curiosity at the delicate yet mighty pattern. A shield that was once used to represent a family.
Through all her admiration and inner thoughts at what was under her, she didn't heard that the same silence and small gasps of surprise had repeated around her.
She suddenly felt a presence not too far behind her. She raised her head and turned around, only to find Chat Noir smiling shyly at her.
And she felt her heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of her.
Author's Note: Anyone who has come here and has taken his/her time into looking this story, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! This is my first time doing this and I hope you like this story. Please give it a chance if you like a combination of romance, action, family and angst. The summary may be boring but I plan a lot of things with this. I love this show and this will have a lot of things going on, I promise :)