Hi! This is my first fanfic and it's taken me a while to convince myself to write this. Just a few things to note before I start:

1. There are no kwamis or superpowers in this fic

2. Everyone is around 16 or 17 years old(unless I state otherwise)

3. Marinette and Adrien have never met before

4. Italics are peoples thoughts

If you spot any spelling, grammar or just general mistakes in this feel free to let me know and I'll fix it. Hope you enjoy! :)

I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or anything I use.


Marinette sprinted down the corridor. I'm going to be late! I look a mess; this must be the worst bun I've done in my life! As she got to the studio she took a moment to compose herself before she slipped in. However, the expected commotion of dancers everywhere was nowhere to be seen. Marinette looked at her watch. 8:04. Rehearsals start at 8 o'clock sharp. Where is everyone? The confused girl took out her phone to text anyone if they knew what was going on. The time on her phone read 7:04. Wait… what day is it? Monday October 26th 2015. Mari checked her calendar. On yesterday's date it read: daylight saving, clocks go back. She groaned.

I'm here an HOUR early! I could be sleeping right now. How did I not notice yesterday? She pondered. Oh right! Because you stayed in your room and drew all day. Dumping her bags in the corner, she took the hoody and jeans ,that where over her leotard, off. She slipped of her pumps and slid on her point shoes. Then she proceeded to fix the lump of jet black hair that sat on her head. After all this, the time only read 7:09. I might as well start whilst I'm here.

After plugging in her own music the dancer started to choreograph. She had no idea what the dance was for but once it had started it didn't stop. It was as if the moves were spilling out of her. Each phrase she choreographed came out almost perfect on the first try. To her surprise she only had to play the song three times before she had finished the moves. When the unfamiliar dancer came in, she didn't notice. Every move that she made had such fluidity that they all seemed to merge and flow into one. At the time she didn't realise it but, the moves she had created could be done with a partner. The song ended so she restarted it. Running into her first position she closed her eyes. Little did she know, the mysterious boy came to join her.


Adrien was nervous. This was his first class as a senior. Yes he would be the same age as everyone but he had only been doing ballet for three years whereas most who attended this school his age, had been at it for at least 6. What if I'm not good enough. It is true he had shown great promise so his father sent him here to have private lessons. That was until he could join the seniors. That day was today.

The boy thought that he should arrive earlier so that he would be there before anyone else. As he approached the studio he heard the faint sound of a piano playing through speakers. That's odd. I thought they had pianists here. When he reached the door to the studio he peered in. There was a girl with jet black hair tied into a neat bun dancing. Her movements where elegant and appeared effortless. Is this the right studio? It has to be. It has the same sign on the door. He slid through the door closing it as quietly as he could, willing the girl wouldn't notice. Her eyes where shut and she seemed to have no reaction. The girl just carried on.

He watched in awe. Her movements were beautiful and the choreography was impeccable, first try. The more he gazed at the choreography, the more he saw was open to a partner. Certain lifts could be put in place and it was as if she had done it on purpose. He hadn't done much partner work; only with a girl called Chloe, who was so stiff, with no emotion. Chloe had also never let go of the idea that he was her boyfriend. This girl had plenty of passion. She was relaxed and graceful. And…and she captivated him.

I should join her. The idea filled Adrien's mind. Don't be stupid! You don't even know each other! Adrien watched as the end of her dance came and the last string of notes held on. Why not find out? Whilst she was resetting the music he swiftly got up and joined her.


With her first moves, she did bourees to fill the introduction. She then did an attitude into a pirouette. After the attitude she did go into a pirouette, but this time she was supported around her waist. She gasped, tensed and shocked, when she saw a figure next to her when she was spinning.

He watched her, in a ready position, as she filled the first few bars. When she went into a pirouette he put his hands on her waist, hoping she wouldn't scream. He heard her gasp and tense her body.

When the turning seized she found herself face to face with a pair of eyes as green as the plush grass in a meadow.

When the turning seized he found himself face to face with a pair of eyes as blue as the clear sky on a summers day.

Before she could study him anymore, he led her into the next move. Without understanding what was happening, she carried on. She felt herself relaxing and losing herself in the music. How long has he been here? It must have been a while for him to know the choreography. Who is he?

Before she could study him anymore, he smoothly led her into the next move so she wouldn't question him. He felt her relaxing and he relaxed too. Does she mind this? Did she really not notice me before? Who is she?

Their movements were in sink and there weren't any mistakes. It was as if they were connected by more than just dance. They were lost in the music, in the dance, in each other. They knew this would be the first dance of many. It ended all too soon with them eye to eye their faces an inch apart. An applause severed their connection and they both turned crimson.


Hope you enjoyed that! Any advice on where to go next or any general tips are greatly appreciated. I'd love to improve this. Please leave a review!

Have a great day,

Katty