So this is an idea I've had for a while. Its basically Marinette and Adrien go to a ball and recognize raconteur as Marisntte and Adrien but then Alya is like "is that Ladybug?" Reveal and all that jazz. Idk.
And I hope no one saw this but I has to edit the beginning summary because instead of ending with "bad title," it said "bad tit"
But honestly I feel like I need a better title. It's a wip, but the story is done. I think.
I had fun writing this, I hope you had fun reading it.
Also, fun fact, I wrote the last part (the reveal to the end) first. Then I wrote the very beginning, and the middle was last.
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"Ladybug, will you go to the ball with me?"
It was a dark Parisian night, the stars we're sparkling in a way that made Marinette space out from the conversation the heroes had been having while sitting on the EIffel tower. "What did you ask?"
"Are you going to the ball on Friday? The masquerade? We were invited." Chat repeated.
"Well of course, everyone in Paris is." She replied with a sad smile, "but I can't go with you, we can't know who we are."
"They don't call it a maskerade for no reason .Then can you promise me just one dance, M'lady?"
Marinette tried her best not to laugh, "I suck at dancing. It'll be a disaster."
"I can show you how," Chat was in a very flirty zone right now, and Ladybug, although she would've denied it, kinda liked it. "Besides, it takes two to tango."
"Im pretty sure we can't tanto at a masquerade," She chuckled, "I guess one dance couldn't hurt. And it is a masquerade, so we won't be able to tell who we really are. If you find me, I will dance with you."
"You could be anyone, how will I know that it's you buggaboo?"
She tilted her head, "my dress will be red with black spots. My hair will be up in a bun. You'll know me when you see me."
"I hope so," Chat sighed, "just in case, I'll wear cat wars on my head, so you'll know exactly who I am."
She nodded, "unless there's an Akuma tomorrow, I guess I'll see you then." She pulled out her yo-yo and prepared to go home.
"Wait," Chat Cried, "where do you have to go?"
"I have to work on my dress," she smiled, "it needs some spots."
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The masquerade was the talk of the school.
"I'm going with Nino," Alya waved her hand at Nino across the classroom while speaking to Marinette, "you totally should take this opportunity to ask our Adrien."
"Me?" Mari squeaked, "I can barely ask him for a pencil, there's no way I can ask Adrien to the dance. Ball. Masquerade."
"It doesn't hurt to try Mari," Alya insisted.
Marinette groaned, "In my case, it might."
"So," Alya said switching topics, "what are you wearing?"
Marinette looked down at her outfit. "A jacket I designed and some jeans and a t-shirt? Why?"
"No silly," Alya laughed, "what are you wearing to the ball."
"Oh." Marinette sighed, "I'm wearing a dress. That I'm making myself. It's long and red and pretty, and it's covered in black spots."
"Like Ladybug?" Alya questioned.
"Yeah." Marinette technically spoke the truth, "I was just so inspired by her costume. I've wanted to make something Ladybug patterned for a while and this was a good opportunity."
"Can I see any pictures of your work in progress?" Alya asked teasingly.
"No, I want it to be a surprise when you see me at the ball."
"How will I know its you if you have a mask?"
Marinette shrugged, "it's just a mask, how hard can it be to figure out who people are?"
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Really hard.
Marinette had been at the ball for nearly 15 minutes and she had not stumbled upon a single familiar face. She scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that she knew, but it was useless.
Masks really worked to hide your identity.
Marinette had just about given up and was going to sit down when she heard a familiar voice.
"Do you want a dance M-"
Marinette turned, "Adrien?"
"-arientte?" He dragged her name out, like he was unsure who she was. Adrien froze for a second. His face fell a little before lighting up. "Marinette? Is that you? I'm so glad to see you."
"You have no idea how I feel. I've been searching for a familiar face forever, and I can't recognize anyone."
"Yeah same." Adrien stated wistfully towards the large crowd of people, "we're you looking for anyone in particular, Mari?"
"Yeah, you." Marinette blushed, "or Alya and Nino or some other friend, just someone I could talk too. What about you?"
"Well, there was one girl I was really hoping to find here. After all, she promised me a dance." Adrien blinked, and looked into her eyes, "but I'd love to spend time with you Mari."
"And I love you, I mean, I'd love to spend time with you too," Marinette responded, face flushed.
Adrien smiled again, a real smile, "well then, let's dance. It takes two to tango."
"I'm pretty sure theres no tango at a masquerade." Admit it or not, both Marinette and Adrien felt a sense of deja vu. "But I really am not that good at dancing."
"It's okay, I can lead." Adrien held out his hand, and pulled her towards the dance floor.
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Long story short, Marinette was horrible at dancing. Adrien swept her off her feet, multiple times, because she tripped or stumbled.
This was to be expected from a girl who regularly tripped down the stairs, but they struggled for longer than necessary. after a few minutes of unsuccessful and awkward slow dancing, Adrien suggested they sit down and chat.
Chat. She had forgotten completely about her promise to dance with him. Oh well, if he asked her to dance, she wouldn't say no. But then she's have to explain to Adrien how she knew Chat, and that was an awkward scenario waiting to happen.
Adrien stopped whatever he was saying to look at Marinette. "Are you okay?/you're looking a little pale."
Marinette nodded. "'m fine, just a little dizzy."
"Nonsense," Adrien insisted, "stay here and ill get you some punch."
"Thanks Adrien." She watched him walk towards the punch as she tried to ignore her lightheadedness.
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After a moment, another familiar voice spoke to her, "Ladybug?"
"Oh Alya, you have no idea how glad I am to see you, I-" Marinette blinked, "what did you call me?"
"Ladybug." Alya confirmed Marinette's suspicions.
"Huh. Masks are weird." Marinette mumbled, mostly to herself, "So did you come here with anyone?"
Alya perked up, "Yeah, me and my boyfriend came together, but I needed to take a break from all that dancing, and he went to get some punch, what about you?"
"I came alone," Marinette/Ladybug sighed, "I was too afraid to ask the guy I liked, and no one asked me."
"What about Chat?"
"He's here alone too. Somewhere." Marinette glanced at the crowd, "I just wish I knew where."
"Huh, I could've sworn he was just over here with you."
"Nope, that was just a friend." Marinette smiled a bittersweet smile, "a good friend. I wish Chat were here. His jokes are always so uplifting. And I did promise him a dance."
Alya winked, "well, if you're feeling down, I could always dance with you?"
"What?" Marinette raised her eyebrows.
"In a totally platonic way. I have a boyfriend. Although, if I didn't," Alya raised her eyebrows suggestively, and Marinette couldn't help but laugh, "But I know it's better to have someone to talk to than to be alone."
"I couldn't agree more," Marinette smiled, still blushing from Allah's eyebrows, "and you're a good person to talk to. I feel like you just get what I'm saying."
"Yeah." Alya chuckled, "this is going to sound weird, but you totally remind me of my friend"
"Okay," Marinette tilted her head, "who is she?"
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
Marinette coughed. "Wait what? Why?"
Alya blinked, "I don't really know. I just get the same vibes from you. Like I can trust you with my secrets, or you'll laugh at my jokes." She shook her head. "I probably sound pretty crazy."
"Not at all," Marinette smiled, "We would be great friends without the mask, and honestly, you're an amazing person from what I've seen. You're brave and strong and you are there when Paris needs you."
"Yeah, but I'm nothing compared to you and Chat."
Marinette laughed aloud, "you're as strong, if not more than I am. The world could use more people like Alya Cesaire, expert journalist, blogger and superhero."
"The world has you and Chat, how many more of us could there be?"
"I definitely couldn't deal with another Chat. He's one of my best friends, but at a certain point. The puns are too much."
"Another Ladybug would be awesome." Alya smiled.
Marinette rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Some days I can't even deal with myself."
"Oof. Relatable"
They laughed together, "but seriously Alya, you're amazing."
"Thanks for the pep talk LB, but my boyfriend's walking back over, so I better dance again."
Marinette looked up to see Nino walking back towards Alya with Adrien in tow.
"Babe," Nino called out, "look who I found by the punch bowl."
Alya sounded like a small child at Christmas, "Chat Noir?! Ladybug said she was looking for you, something about a dance."
Marinette heard Chat before she saw him, "M'lady did promise me a dance, I just wish I knew where she was."
"Right over there."
Alya was pointing at Marinette, but Chat was nowhere to be seen. Marinette squinted, but that was definitely Adrien behind the mask.
They stared at each other in confusion, while slowly stepping towards each other.
"Ch, Chaton?" She didn't know how shaky her voice was until she spoke aloud.
"M'Lady?" He sounded as uncertain as she felt.
."you're not Chat." She stated flatly, "You can't be."
"You can't be Ladybug." Adrien shook his head, "I can't be that lucky."
Marinette stared at Adrien as he stared at her. The resemblance was uncanny. The blonde hair. The green eyes. The cat ears, it seemed impossible to miss, and yet, they both had been equally oblivious
"Red, with spots?" Adrien whispered, looking at her dress, seeing it for the first time. "And your hair is up. Marinette never had her hair up."
"You have cat ears," Marinette mumbled, her eyes were following his perfect hair trying to imagine it messy, but all she could see was Chat.
"M'lady, I believe you did promise me a dance, unless you count our awkward stumble earlier." Adrien, Chat, held out his hand.
Marinette took a deep breath, and shakily extended her hand to meet his. She couldn't look him in the eyes, couldn't bear to see his disappointment.
"Im sorry" she mumbled. Marinette panicked, dropped his hand and ran. She through crowds of people until she was sure she lost him. She ran past everyone she knew and everything she didnt. She ran away from the truth and away from her fears She ran until she couldn't breathe anymore. Then she found the bathroom.
Marinette locked herself in a stall and let the tears pour. At this point, she didn't even know why she was crying. Adrien was Chat. That was good. She had found her partner. That was good. She had danced with the boy of her dreams, who happened to be the other boy in her dreams. All of these were happy thoughts.
But the way he looked at her. So shocked and disappointed. It destroyed her.
All those time he had smiled at her. Joked with her. flirted with her. Apparently they meant nothing.
The fragile friendship she had built with Adrien shattered in an instant along with her "unbreakable" bond with Chat.
She saw how his face fell. The confusion. Frustration. Annoyance.
He was the one who offered to get drinks as an excuse to get away.
When Chat saw who she really was, he didn't really like her at all.
After all why should he? She was just Marinette. She wasn't brave or strong. She couldn't even speak to him without the mask.
The tears streamed down her face as she vaguely heard shouts from outside. "Buggaboo"
Marinette took deep breaths. She would deal with that later. For now, she had to compose herself and act normal.
And to think, this whole mess could've been avoided if Chat hadn't asked that one question. The question that should've changed nothing, but changed everything. Marinettes biggest fear and worst nightmare happened, all because Chat had to ask.
"Ladybug, will you go to the ball with me?"
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AN: and I bet you thought that would have a happy ending. Nope, sorry ya'll.
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