Fluff Month Day 17 - "AU"
I’ve been wanting to do a dance AU forever omg
I didn’t really know what songs were playing, but the last one is Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran because I love that song.
Marinette smiled to herself as she wandered the halls at her dance school. Her headphones were plugged into her ears, her jacket was hanging loosely from her shoulders, she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hand, and she was on cloud nine.
It was the Friday before Christmas break, which meant school that day had been significantly shorter. It also meant that Marinette had relatively no homework to do, and she was free to go pretty much wherever she wanted on a Friday night when she would normally be doing homework. So naturally, she had chosen to go to her second favorite place, besides her bakery: dance class. Except since it was so late on the Friday before break, there were no classes going on.
Marinette hadn’t realized that the school probably shouldn’t have been open until she was already inside and walking around. She had brushed it off, though, deciding that someone probably just had a private somewhere in the building. She had set off a few minutes ago to go find where it was being held, but she hadn’t found anyone yet. In fact, the only sign of anyone besides Marinette being there at all was the large duffle bag sitting on one of the benches in the lobby.
Marinette swayed side to side with her music, closing her eyes for a moment so she could really feel out the music. She spun once, hopped out of it, and chasséd down the rest of the hallway before coming to the stairs that led to the second story.
She was halfway up the stairs when she heard it.
Music. Coming from upstairs.
Marinette ripped her earbuds out, pausing her playlist and shoving her phone into her dance bag as she took the stairs two at a time all the way up. She entered the upstairs lobby, peering around in the near dark until she spotted a light coming from the far corner studio’s window. She walked over to it, taking a sip of her hot chocolate as she cautiously peered through the window into the studio, and nearly choked.
Adrien Agreste, son of famous fashion designer and company owner Gabriel Agreste, was inside. He was wearing his normal sneakers and striped shirt, but instead of jeans he wore sweatpants and instead of his signature white jacket he wore a dark red jacket tied around his waist. He spun once, before jumping to his right and body rolling out of it. The music he was dancing to pumped out loudly, drowning out Marinette as she practically screeched into her hot chocolate. She didn’t know Adrien could dance!
And he was good at it too, Marinette noted as she continued to watch Adrien through the window. His body moved easily in time with the music, hitting all the beats with different steps and movements. His hair flew back and forth in front of his face, for the first time looking messy and unkempt. So…NOT Adrien. But it was kinda cute, and as Adrien turned towards the window Marinette found herself thinking that his hair actually looked a lot like Chat Noir’s did and…
Marinette’s eyes widened as Adrien stopped dancing, staring at her through the window. Dammit. She had forgotten that the second floor two way mirrors were being replaced.
Marinette waved awkwardly, walking to the studio door and opening it to let herself inside as Adrien rushed to turn off the music. His face was bright red, but whether it was from embarrassment or just all the dancing he had been doing, Marinette wasn’t sure.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I was just here to get in some practice, but no one was here, so I came upstairs and saw the light on and…yeah.”
Marinette fidgeted with her bag as Adrien finally got the music to pause. He turned and stared at her for a minute, before smiling and relaxing his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding on anything. I just wasn’t expecting anyone is all,” Adrien explained, running a hand through his hair. It was noticeably sweat soaked, and Marinette had to avert her eyes from Adrien’s now very exposed arm muscles. She didn’t think she had ever seen him without a jacket.
“Oh, um, that’s…good. I-I’ll just be going then…”
“Oh! Um, actually Marinette, you take ballroom classes, right?” Adrien asked quickly before Marinette could leave. She froze in place before nodding slowly.
Adrien sighed and untied the jacket from his waist, tossing it over to the one way mirror against the wall.
“My dad’s hosting this dinner…party…THING, and apparently there’s going to be dancing there. I’m supposed to dance, but I’ve only taken a few ballroom lessons, and I haven’t spoken to my dad about it yet because I uh…well I just don’t particularity want MORE after school activities,” Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“I was kind of hoping you could help me, because I thought I heard you mention a few days ago that you took ballroom classes. I would have asked you earlier today at school, but you kind of zoomed out of class…”
Marinette winced. She had definitely been in a hurry to get home after her last class that day, but only because she was excited to be here, at dance again.
“Ahaha…yep. Uh, I’d love to help you, though, definitely!” Marinette stuttered out, her voice rising in pitch. She shut her mouth embarrassedly, and looked down at the marley dance floor beneath her feet.
“Really? That’s great! Thank you so much!” Adrien said, his face lighting up. Marinette blushed, but gave him a small smile as he walked over to her and took her hand.
He led her over to the speakers, turning down the volume on them before turning his phone back on and scrolling through his playlists until he found the right one.
“Aha, found it. I don’t know if you have any song preferences, but I personally love these for stuff like this.”
Marinette grinned as she looked over Adrien’s playlist. The songs he had were mostly sappy, old fashioned love songs from way back when. They looked like the kind of songs Chat would like, she thought with amusement.
“You really haven’t taken many ballroom classes, have you?” She teased him. “You know, not all ballroom dances have to be waltzes. Whenever I go to competitions for this stuff, it’s usually pretty upbeat. Tangoes, Salsas, there’s a ton.”
Marinette ticked these off on her fingers as Adrien put down his phone and crossed his arms. Shoot, had she offended him?
“Okay, what do you suggest then?” Adrien asked, turning to face her.
Marinette expected him to wear a sarcastic grin on his face, but Adrien appeared completely serious, with only a polite smile visible on his face. She suddenly realized how close the two were standing. She had to look up to see his face, since he was nearly a full head taller than her, but from the way he blushed and took a small step back, he had noticed the closeness as well. And didn’t like it, Marinette thought with dismay.
She shrugged it off as she turned back to Adrien’s phone and unplugged it, taking her own phone out of her bag instead and plugging it into the speaker. She tapped on a random song, not too upbeat but not purely classical like Adrien’s music had been. Then she dropped her dance bag next to the mirror and turned around.
When Marinette danced, she always found herself acting more like Ladybug than Marinette. Her confidence came naturally with the music, and so she walked over to where Adrien was standing in the middle of the studio with her signature Ladybug smirk on her face.
“Okay, first…you can start however you want pretty much…but usually it’s in the typical waltz position,” Marinette explained, guiding one of Adrien’s hands to her waist, and the other to her own hand.
He nodded nervously, and Marinette straightened herself up to her full height.
“You’re a good dancer; just follow me and you’ll be fine,” she said, giving him a shy smile before starting to move with the music.
She was almost surprised by how easily Adrien followed her movements, giving her space to dance while still maintaining the original closeness, that is, until he spun her outwards. She giggled as the room spun around her before Adrien pulled her back in and they continued dancing.
“Let’s try a circle,” Marinette suggested.
Adrien nodded and Marinette grinned, pulling Adrien around in a half circle before they started moving towards a corner of the room. The song changed as they finished their first circle, Adrien grinning as Marinette laughed out loud.
“I hope you like Ed Sheeran,” she chuckled, Adrien smiled back.
He spun her around quickly, catching her right on the beat before spinning her the opposite direction and catching her the same way. Marinette’s smile disappeared as she realized how close they were, even closer than when the dance had started, but Adrien didn’t seem to notice, taking her with him as he chasséd sideways.
“I doubt father will play Ed Sheeran at his ‘event’,” Adrien chuckled, “but this is fun.”
He stopped spinning suddenly, taking a step back and letting go of Marinette’s hand.
“Thanks, Mari. I really appreciate this.”
Marinette laughed nervously, blushing and pulling at one of her pigtails.
“You really didn’t need much help,” she said, shrugging, “and besides, what are friends for?”
Adrien’s face softened and he smiled at her genuinely, he walked over to the speakers to pause the music before turning back to her.
“Hey, my dad said I needed to invite someone. I was going to bring Chloe, but she’ll be there either way since her dad is the mayor, so um, would you want to come?”
Marinette’s eyes widened and the hand that had been pulling at her pigtails dropped to her side in shock.
“Only if you want to. It’s at six on Sunday night,” Adrien explained.
Marinette continued to stare.
“Uh…there will be a lot of business people there, but like I said, Chloe will be there, and me, and a couple other people our age that we can talk to so that you don’t get bored. And there will definitely be food. So…do you want to come? …Marinette?”
Marinette blinked quickly, blushing and shifting on her feet.
“I-I’d love to come! Sorry, I just kinda spaced out for a second,” she apologized.
Adrien’s face lit up, and he grinned at her with excitement.
“Great! I gotta go, Gorilla just texted me that he’s waiting outside, but…see you then?”
Marinette nodded enthusiastically as Adrien picked up his jacket. He slipped it on and pocketed his phone before heading to the door. Marinette smiled at him, waving as he turned back and waved too before disappearing down the hall.
Marinette waited a few seconds, making sure Adrien had really left, before scrambling for her phone and furiously typing in a text to Alya.
What had just happened? Was this a date?
What was she going to WEAR!?