Whoops, my hand slipped.


Day Eleven: Mask Ball

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. NOR THE AMAZING COVER ART.


Marinette wasn't the type to go to parties.

The music was loud, everyone was brushing up against her, and her friends were off dancing.

She stood off to the side, a corner that was away from the crowd.

The bluenette decided to be a little bold and wore a scarlet red dress, a matching red mask on her face. The dress stopped just above her knees and the sleeves were see through.

Tikki gave a gentle buzz from where she hid in Marinette's bun. "You look very pretty, Marinette."

"Thanks, Tikki," It made her nervous just how loudly she had to talk just for the kwami to hear her. "At least I'm not completely alone."

"You can always leave early."

"I have to help clean up," Marinette carefully moved along the edge of the crowd to reach the stairs. She quickly walked up them and retreated to the corner next to Miss Bustier's classroom door.

She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, taking her mask off.

"Just a few more hours," Marinette rested her head against the wall. "You can do this." She closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

"Are you okay, Purrincess?"

The bluenette snapped her eyes open and swerved her head towards the familiar voice.

Chat Noir stood in front of her, a smirk on his face. His ears and mask were on, but he had a white button up under a black vest and black dress pants. His hair was messy, but coordinated messy.

"Chat?" She whispered, his cat ears twitched.

His smirk fell and a concerned look came over. He took a step closer and held a hand out to her. "You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine," She shot back.

Chat let out a laugh. "It's me, Purrincess."

Marinette smiled and took his hand, it was grounding. "I'm okay, just...overwhelmed. What are you doing here?"

The hero smirked again and gave a dramatic bow. "I couldn't bare the thought of my Princess being alone at a dance." He gave her knuckles a light kiss. "So I decided to keep her company."

"How chivalrous," She pulled her hand back and carefully pulled her mask back on.

Chat blinked. With all the red and the mask, his Princess had a strong resemblance to his Lady…

He perished the thought. Ever since he realized he had feelings for Marinette, his brain was projecting Ladybug onto her. It wasn't fair to either girl.

"Care to dance, Princess?" Chat bent his arm.

Marinette grinned and tightly rested her hand on his bicep. "Can we stay up here?"

"Of course."

A new song started and he turned to face her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and his on her waist.

"Those hands better not travel, Kitty," They started to sway.

"I am a gentlecat," He spun her. "Not a stray like you believe."

"With how many times you show up on my balcony for food, you're a stray at heart."

"You wound me," A flash a red over her shoulder caught his eye and he looked up.

His cat-like eyes met the panicked blue eyes of a red kwami.


I've went to one (1) high school dance and I'm a Junior.