Whaddup homies? Idk bout you but I'm hella excited season 2 is on Netflix! Binged it all and got inspiration for this story. Happy Easter!


Marinette gave a happy twirl in front of the mirror. Her Valentine dress had been a huge success in her humble opinion, and she'd finished it with two days to spare.

Tikki flew in excited circles around her head. "It's so beautiful, Marinette! You're so beautiful!"

Marinette giggled, and held out her hand for her kwami to land on. She planted a light kiss on the little creature's forehead before glancing at the mirror again to admire her handiwork.

The lace gauntlets had given her fits, and the delicate fabric had torn when she tried to correct her errors. She was only too grateful to Chat for buying far more than she told him to, even if she did feel guilty for how much he'd probably spent. She had to admit, though cocky at times, Chat was nothing short of a true gentleman.

Humming, she placed Tikki down on her vanity and grabbed the black nylons and blood red pumps that were places neatly on her ottoman. She had found the shoes two weeks ago on sale and couldn't believe her luck. The shoe was a solid red, except for the skinny heel, which was black and embedded with red rhinestones. The color was a near perfect match. She sat down on the ottoman, placing the shoes on the floor in front of her. She slowly pulled the tights on, wincing slightly when they snagged on her thumbnail. Thoughtfully, she stared at her face in the mirror. She had never been very good at makeup, her clumsiness came with a vengeance and sent the mascara wand straight into her eye more times than she could count. She had decided her eyelashes were good enough natural and going to the party with bloodshot and watery eyes was just not worth it. Instead, she resorted to just a touch of bright red lipstick to tie everything together. She nodded in approval. She was ready to go.


"I hate you," Adrien spoke decisively. "You know that, right? I really think I hate you."

"Yea, yea whatever." Plagg responded, completely unbothered. "You'll thank me later."

"Even for the cat ears?"

"Especially for the cat ears. They really add to your sex appeal. No mortal girl will be able to resist."

Remarkably, the kwami kept a straight face which almost made his last statement believable. And Adrien supposed anyone who didn't know the little god might truly think he only had good intentions.

The boy groaned in annoyance as Plagg began wallowing in his hair to give him that Chat Noir signature look. The kwami insisted he attend the party as his alter ego, and try again to get closer to Marienette. Adrien had been skeptical, even more so when Plagg revealed what he was to wear. It was a black suit with a neon green handkerchief in the breast pocket, which was all well and good, but the black masquerade mask Plagg had picked seemed awkward, not to mention the cat ear hair clips he'd been forced to buy.

It was just weird being Chat without the miraculous. Everything was just…wrong.

"How am I supposed to sneak out if I'm not Chat? I'm still grounded from anything besides school for missing that show, remember?"

Plagg smirked. "You are Chat Noir. You always have been. How do you normally sneak out?"

Adrien looked at his windows and sighed.


Alya had truly outdone herself. The park looked as if it had marched right out of a fairytale. Heart shaped lanterns were strung from tree to tree, marking the perimeters. Tables of all shapes and sizes were scattered around with bright pink and red tablecloths. Marinette snickered to herself, only guessing how many of their friends had been raided of their chairs and tables. Marinette's parents had kindly donated two chairs and a fold up table from the bakery.

A tiny squeak of delight came from her black clutch purse, Tikki peaking out and eating up their surroundings with excited eyes.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

The kwami nodded wordlessly.

Alya stood in the center area, which looked to be the dance floor. She was talking to Nino at his DJ table and the boy looked somewhat scared. She handed him a slip of paper and he took it, nodding near frantically. Marinette supposed she should save the poor guy.

"Hi, Alya!"

Said girl whipped her head from Nino, much to his relief, and her face broke into a wide grin. "Mari! You're here early, thank God! I need help setting up the food. Come on!"

Alya rushed towards her friend, skipping formalites and drug her by the hand to the tables, boxes from her bakery stacked high and waited to be arranged.

"Tell your parents thanks again for catering. I feel really bad they wouldn't let me pay."

Marinette brushed it off. "Oh, it's our pleasure! You should have seen how excited they were to try out those new recipes. You're family now. Don't sweat it."

Alya gave her friend a beaming smile. "Either way, tell them thanks. And speaking of thanks," she continued, her voice taking on a coy edge. "I have the perfect thank you gift for you, because I know how hard you worked helping them."

Marinette gulped. "Uh, you didn't-"

"Oh shush, girl! You're gonna love this. Me and Nino came up with a perfect plan to get you a dance with Adrien!"

"W-what? Adrien? He's coming?"

"Of course. You knew that. He texted me weeks ago."

"I just didn't know he was still coming, with everything that happened with his dad and him disappearing and the press I thought he was laying low and not going to any social ev-"

Kindly, Alya smacked a hand to her friend's mouth, cutting off her babble.

"Do you wanna hear our plan? It's super easy."

Marinette nodded, cheeks pink.

"Awesome! So when Nino gives us the signal by playing La Vie en Rose, I'm going to ask Adrien if he wants to dance with the host. Meanwhile, Nino is gonna take a break from DJing, and ask you for a dance. We dance for a short while, and then Nino taps Adrien and asks to dance with me, and seamlessly trades you off to Adrien. It's foolproof! And it's a short song, so there won't even be enough time for you to mess it up." Alya smiled proudly. "Any questions?"

Timidly, Marinette raised her hand.

Alya rolled her eyes. And so it begins.


By the time Adrien arrived, the party was in full swing. He ducked out of sight in a nearby bush to absurve. Marinette seemed to be having the time of her life, effortlessly gliding across the dance floor. His heart gave a painful lurch. She was nothing short of radiant. She was dancing with Juleka and her brother. What was his name? Lucus? Luke? Whatever. It didn't matter,

Marinette had his full attention.

"Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? Because you got one. Like weeks ago."

Adrien pushed the kwami back into his suit jacket. "In a minute, Plagg. I wanna watch."

With a twinge of guilt, Marinette let Luka lead her to the center of the floor and gently took her into his arms for the next song. It was slow and romantic and Marinette wanted to hate every second of it. But she couldn't. She'd only just met him a few months ago at the music festival, and had not seen him much since, but he was kind and sweet and loved Jagged Stone. He almost made her forget that Adrien had not shown up.

Luka made her feel things no one but Adrien ever had. Well, him and Chat.

Wait.

Where had that come from? Chat was only her friend.

Shaking the thought away, she shyly glanced up at her dance partner. He was looking at her with a gaze that made her heart melt into a gooey red puddle. From across the floor at a table, Alya winked. Marinette looked at the ground again.

Hidden from view, Adrien did the same.

At least he knew who her prince was.


"I can't believe he didn't show," Marinette spoke sadly as she gathered plastic punch cups from the grass. "I really wanted to see him."

"I'm just sorry I didn't see his text sooner. I didn't realize my phone had died," Nino said apologetically from his DJ booth. "Did you have an okay time anyway, Mari?"

She smiled. "Yes, I did. I got to know Luka a lot better. He's really sweet."

Alya chuckled, walking by with a full trash bag. "Oh yea, it looked like you were having a great time."

"You did dance nearly every song with him," Nino added, picking another playlist, warm music floated through the air.

"Mhmmmmmm. Anyway, do you need help getting you stuff home, girl?"

"Yea, that would be great! I don't trust myself to carry a table in the dark. Even a fold up one!"

"No prob! My mom said she'd come pick us all up in her car after work. I'm gonna go call her and see if she's ready. We can fit the rest of the stuff in her trunk. Ugh, the service her is shit. I'll be right back. Nino, come with me. I may need to sit on your shoulders. I hate our phone company so much. We'll be right back, Mari.'

Marinette nodded, continued cleaning the park. She was nearly done when a painfully familiar tune came from Nino's speakers.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,

Volia le portrait sans retouche

De l'homme auquel J'appartiens….

Her heart sank. It had been lovely spending the evening with Luka, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't had her hopes up to dance with Adrien.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras…

Still in the shadows, Adrien watched as Marinette swayed gently with the song. He hadn't meant to spend the whole party on the sidelines, but after seeing Mari and Luka, something had hurt and glued him to the spot.

Qu'il me parle tout bas…

Still, it was more painful to watch her dancing all alone to such a beautiful old love song. Shaking slightly, he rose to his feet.

Je vois la vie en rose…

He quietly approached her, her eyes were closed and she didn't see him.

"Princess?" he asked softly, his voice had a hint rasp.

She instantly whirled in his direction, face flushed in embarrassment. She squinted at him.

"Chat?"

"May I have this dance?" he stepped forward and bowed, offering his hand.

Wordlessly, she took it, and he wasted no time pulling her close and whisking her across the dance floor.

Il est entre mon coeur, une part de bonheur...

"What are you doing here all dressed up?" she asked him.

"Well, I couldn't leave a beautiful lady alone on the dancefloor, could I? Chivalry isn't completely dead, you know."

With a gentle laugh, she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. His hold on her waist tightened.

Dont je connais la cause

C'est lui pour moi

Moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie

Adrien had been to plenty of dances and balls in his life. He'd had dance lessons since he was three. But as they glided across the floor, perfectly in sync, he decided this was the best partner he'd ever had. He twirled her, and her normal clumsiness had completely vanished. She effortlessly spun back into him, and he dipped her in a deep bow. She fell into him perfectly, those bright, blue eyes staring up at him and piercing straight into his soul.

Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place

Des enuis des chagrins, s'effacent

Heureux, heureux à en mourir

He lifted her slowly, her smile was blinding. He grinned back and lead her into a waltz. She looked down intently at their feet, trying to make her footwork match his. Adrien made his movements deliberate and easy for her to follow. She got the hang of the sweeping steps quickly, and gave a excited giggle when she did.

Quand il me prend dans ses bra

Il me parle tout bas

"Chat?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you. For everything."

And as she met his gaze once more, genuine affection in her eyes, Adrien's heart snapped.

At that moment, he realized he loved her. Really and truly, with everything he had. He loved her.

Je vois la vie en rose


"Marinette?" Alya called, worry in her tone. "Are you alright?"

Marinette backed away from Adrien, waving to her friend. "I'm fine! Look who showed up!"

Alya and Nino stopped dead in their tracks, staring at Chat in confusion.

"Chat Noir?" Alya asked.

"Yep!" Mari chirped. "He came fashionably late, as usual."

"Hey!" Chat cried, affronted.

"Why aren't you...you know, in costume?" Nino spoke up.

"I, uh, wanted to dress up." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh."

"Well you sure do look like Chat, even without the mask. But isn't coming out in a normal costume risky?"

Chat shrugged.

Alya wasn't buying it. "How do we know you aren't some rando in a party mask?"

Quietly, Nino slipped away. He wasn't about to stick around for his girlfriend's oncoming outburst. "I'm gonna wait for your mom," he mumbled to her, but she didn't hear.

"It is! I'd know the real Chat Noir anywhere." Marinette defended. "It's definitely him. He just can't use his superpowers right now."

Adrien smiled gratefully.

Alya studied them both. "Okay, quiz. What is the one question you never give me a straight answer on in my interviews?"

Adrien groaned. "If me and Lady are dating."

"Good. How did you save my life when Stoneheart attacked?"

"I saved you twice. With my staff."

She nodded in approval. "Whaddya know? It is you. Anyway my mom is gonna be here soon, we gotta pack up."


Adrien watched as his friends got into Alya's family car, and slipped away back into the shadows. "There, can I take these off, Plagg? It's dark and no one is here."

The kwami flew out wearily. "Doesn't matter to me."

Adrien pulled off the mask and the ears, and sighed in relief. "Well, tonight wasn't a total loss. Right, Plagg?"

Plagg didn't reply, instead stared in panic somewhere to Adrien's left. "Plagg?"

Something hit the ground with a thud.

Adrien whirled around. And there, with her jaw to the ground she'd dropped a box of party decorations on, stood Alya. Backing away, betrayal written on her face, she bolted away.

Adrien's blood turned to ice.