Synopsis: It is the final skate for the World Championship of Ice Skating. For pair Ladybug and Chat Noir, it means the world. Just how will they do?

Author's Notes: What a fantastic challenge. I haven't watched Yuri on Ice so my knowledge of ice skating is almost zero but Starlight 411 requested it for my request challenge so, here we are. I hope it lives up to standard. And, for the record, the pair skating models I used were Nathalie Pechalat and Fabian Bourzat's 2014 World Championship free dance performance as inspiration (and this was before I knew they skated for France or used Cirque du Solei for their music!). You can watch it on YouTube if you search for Pechalat and Bourzat 2014 World Championship. Enjoy!

The young woman put a hand on her mask to ensure that it was remaining in place then down to her fluttering heart. No matter how many times she did this, it always managed to cause her heart to pitter out of control and she had to breathe to calm herself. She wasn't going to mess up. Not when Tikki had been so good in her coaching. She did a final check of everything: her hair, mask again, costume (which was scanty at best. Mostly red in color, her back was left exposed by the tutu inspired dress she wore. There were two thin rope belts crossed on her front in black just above where the skirt poofed out and a red rose in her bun. Her legs were bare until one's eyes reached the black skates she wore), said skates, and then her nerves again. She swallowed hard as the pair in front, Queen Bee and Illustrator finished their set, bowed to the crowd, and skated to the exit. She didn't miss the standing ovation they got. Or the way Bee looked when she came off the ice, smug and sure of herself, as she pointed a thumbs down in her general direction. The young woman swallowed hard.

A hand gently grabbed her shoulder. She turned unsurprised to find a man in a black shirt and matching slacks, skates, and mask. His normally messy blonde hair was slicked back and his green eyes sparked under the fabric, causing a smile to appear on her face.

"Nervous my lady," he asked. She scoffed and poked his nose.

"As if."

"Ladybug, you're nervous before every program." She started to say something but jerked when she heard Bee's score. 101.18. Boy, they were going to be tough to beat in the free dance category. The score alone put them in second behind Volpina and Emerald who currently held the pair's free dance score at 102.24. Altogether, Bee had 147.9 and Volpina carried a grand total of 152.48. She swallowed again. Chat leaned down to whisper, "Remember, I'm with you my lady. You will be beautiful."

She smirked before turning his face away

"With the way you flirt, it's a good thing we picked the song we did."

He smirked. "Yes but remember how the story ends. In the end, love finally wins." A chuckle this time.

"You know I trust you you silly cat." Before he could respond, a tall red headed woman with dark skin walked over to them. Wearing her signature red suit, Tikki was intimidating and most of the people in her way immediately were out of it. She smirked at the two of them.

"Show time kids. Remember to breathe and do your best. Plagg and I will be here to cheer you on." She gently kissed Ladybug's forehead and hugged Chat Noir who quickly offered his partner a hand as they made their initial steps out onto the ice.
"You two are miraculous and I'll be here waiting when you come off."

They smiled once more at the older woman before pushing off onto the ice. Their skates slid easily across it as the announcer noted, "Ladybug and Chat Noir." There was a roar of applause. Each moved of their own accord but raised their hands gently skyward, a bow without the bow, as they welcomed their guest to their program. They made sure to address all sides before moving into their positions: in the middle of the ring, she bent over double gracefully until her hands were near brushing the tops of her skates, he, off to her right, in a low crouch waiting for the music. Neither of them spoke. There was simply no need to outside of the fact it was bad performance etiquette. Ladybug could hear her heart pounding but she briefly closed her eyes and willed her heart to slow. This was it. She was ready.

When the music started, they grew. She smirked to the crowd, placed a hand on her hip, performing the roll of the hard to get girl to a T as Chat rose to longingly reach for her before skating up beside her. She merely turned her face before stepping away, shaking her shoulders as if to say, "Why would I choose you of all people?" He came behind her pleadingly. The music was slow and mellow tainted with the possible air of drunkenness. There were no sounds from the audience as they moved on. Truly it was a game of cat and mouse; as they skated, they would occasionally brush in hands or arms but she always moved away. They were in perfect sync. They came out of a turn with their left legs out, arms extended, reading themselves for not just another turn as they moved back the way they just came.

The position left them perfectly in place to grab their left feet from behind, lift their left arms up, as they performed a series of twizzles in beautiful unison.

They extended their legs and arms swinging forward and back before another round of twizzles that mimicked the style of a piorette.

He reached for her then. She gladly took his hand but came no closer. She was still the hard to get girl and he smirked as if to say, "I would have it not other way." The crowded applauded their previous work politely. The turned again. He placed a hand around her waist, leading her back on the ice. She kept her head turned, moving her arm and leg gracefully as he continued around her, extending his own arm and leg but never taking his eyes so lovingly off of her.

If she wasn't in character, she would have blushed.

She smiled and moved again towards him. They moved on the ice in several more spins and twirls before one of the best parts of their program.

As they glided to their right, Chat spread his legs and went into a sturdy squat, ducking his head as he reached above it with his left arm to grab hers. She secured herself, rested her head on his neck before using everything she had in her core to pull her skates off the ice and straight up into the air. He kept his arms wide and flat. She did the same. The audience applauded the perfect lift again. The move lasted only seconds before she flipped down into his arms and he set her back on the ice.

They had the chance to move just a little bit more but this time, the girl's heart was changing. She looked at the man as he did her; he carressed around her face. The music change. It became brighter and happier as they moved around to the middle of the rink. To match it, their movements became sharper, more energized, more excited. They danced as only two excited lovers could. He did not move once without her there beside him and when she placed out a leg, he did as well. Not once did her eyes leave the green of his. She trusted her partner and him her. As they came around another turn, he flipped her over himself once more and the audience applauded again. It was easy to see the changes now. The story was progressing as the girl finally accepted the hugs and carresses of the man but it was not complete; she was still distant and wary of him and every now and then, Ladybug showed this by distance or a quirky little head bob, shoulder shrugs, or a push on his chest. Still, he plead for her love.

The music changed again, becoming more solemn, more romantic. Clearly the girl was torn as agony crossed her face and she skated delicately in the arms of the man who adored her. Chat's eyes too were concerned but she knew he liked this part best of all because while the story girl may be torn, she was more often in his arms than not which went against the lack of contact they'd had before. And just when it seemed that the man was finally going to leave, give up his love, she skated after him, following him until he caught her, ducking down with a leg extended so that she could place her head on his hip, pulling her skates off the ice into a flag position. This was the third audience applause.

The two lovers separated then, looking opposite ways, distressed at what life had given them. The music held a single note in their woe.

Suddenly, it speed up and the happiness returned. Their moves were sharp and so well in sync. They turned eagerly with huge grins on their faces if to say "I'm so happy to have found you at last!" The audience clapped in time with the music. They bounced to the rythm, she raised her right foot as he did his left and then they came together once more. This was it. Their big, exciting ending. They displayed each other before going into a spin, right legs extended, heads at each other's knees, holding tightly to each other. Leaving it, they spun in circles together until he crouched and used her as leverage to keep it going. They were excited. Their love meant something! Not only to each other but to those around them. As the music sped up, so did the audience's claps. Ladybug smirked happily at Chat. He returned it easily.

The final notes rang out. As they did, Chat pulled her to him, picking her up like a bride before helping her flip backwards and land in front of him. She extended her arm out as if to open herself to the world. But true to character, she turned eagerly to her partner, a look of amazement and pure excitement crossed on her face, and as the final note of song rang out, she went to him quickly in a hug, burying her face in his neck. He hugged her tightly with both arms.

The room erupted into applause. She pulled away, smiling just as brightly as she had in the performance, clasping his face as they moved back to the middle. He took her hand and spun her out as they bowed to all sides. Flowers rained from the above. Assistant skaters quickly gathered them. The applause didn't die as the announcer stated, " Ladybug and Chat Noir performing Carrousel from Cirque du Solei." They skated to the edge and Tikki greeted them with their guards, kissing her once more, and hugging them again. Ladybug accepted a towel from Plagg who smirked.

"Good job kid. You two had your best performance to date."

"Thanks to you and Tikki," she smirked. Together, the four of them headed to the waiting seat which was covered in white cloth. Ladybug and Chat slid on their jackets; while skating had kept them warm during their competition, being stationary merely caused shiver to run up their spins. He hugged her shoulders excitedly. As the camera came up before the announcement of their scores, Ladybug kissed both hands and blew it into the screen her eyes sparkling as she quickly said, " Hi Mom! Dad! My best friends! I love you all!" Chat only smiled and waved. His eyes didn't leave his partner after. They huddled close, knees touching, hands clasped to each other for support. The moment of truth was here.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice echoed, "The results of the free dance portion of competiton." A hush fell over the arena. Ladybug shook but Chat merely squeezed her hands tighter, shooting her a smirk. "The judges award them a score of 107.17 bringing their overall score to 175.37. Ladybug and Chat Noir are now in first place." Ladybug squealed and hugged Chat, placing a kiss on his cheek. He blushed but quickly turned to thank Plagg and Tikki for all their support and training. They were the final group to perform which meant all they had to do was receive their prizes.

Chat took off his guards once more and offered her a hand. "Ready my lady?" She followed suit and took his hand. Smiling, she nodded and as they headed out, she whispered, " Thank you Chat for making this the best last performance ever." He nodded and kissed her hand.

"I'm glad I got to skate with you one last time," he returned before they were given their medals and the trophy to hold in their triumphant turn around the rink, raising it high to show that their hearts would always been in that place.