Miraculous Ladybug One-Shots

Camp Miraculous 4

Hello, loves! Just a reminder: THIS AU IS MY ORIGINAL IDEA. I LITERALLY HAD A DREAM ABOUT IT AND IT IS OWNED BY ME.

Y'all are in for a treat. ;D

Enjoy~

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"Campers! Gather 'round, please. Yes, good morNING—"

The campers and Camp Director Fu all cringe away from the megaphone, the screeching noise having warped Mr. Fu's voice to sound like that of a banshee's. Mr. Fu clears his throat and brings the megaphone back up to his mouth to continue speaking.

"As I was saying... Today is the day! If you have all read the detailed packets, then you know that today is this week's Unmasked Day. Not only that, but today is one of two week-long competitions that you will experience during this camp. Keep in mind that the partners are random but final. There have been a couple of changes regarding the famous Unmasked Day. These changes are incredibly recent (as in this morning), so we humbly ask for your patience. There will not be only one day a week dedicated to the Unmasked Day; it will now be every other DAY. Moving on..."

Mr. Fu pulls out a slip of folded paper and begins reading names off of it. People begin moving about the crowd, boys and girls getting together. Marinette's stomach plummets.

Well, I won't be with Alya, but how bad can my partner be?

"...Alya Césaire and Nino Lahiffe, Chloé Bourgeois and Nathaniel Kurtzerg, Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng..."

Adrien Agreste?

"See ya, girl," Alya bids with a wave, going off in search of her male partner.

Marinette waves at Alya's turned back and sighs. Though people have been looking at her like she's a hero of sorts, she sure doesn't feel like one. She had frickin' jumped the camp's mean girl within the first two minutes of meeting her! How utterly ridiculous and childish of her.

The bluenette turns, ready to hunt her partner down, only to run face-first into a firm chest. With a yelp, she tips and falls backwards, landing butt-first in the sand. A scowl fixes her brow as she looks up, a scolding resting on the tip of her tongue.

She's met with a sheepish grin and a hand extended towards her. "Sorry. Are you okay?" His voice is smooth and gentle, giving his smile a sweeter tint.

Marinette blinks up at the familiar face before taking his hand and allowing him to pull her to a standing position. "Yes. I'm sorry... have we met?" His shocking green eyes seem rather familiar, but she can't seem to place a name to the face.

"Ah, yeah," the boy with the golden hair startles at the sound of her voice after a moment, yanking his hand away from hers quickly. "No, I don't think so. Though... you sort of attacked Chloé earlier."

Internally face-palming as the face draws up the familiar memory, she nods, pursing her lips. "Yep. That's me, ahehehe... I'm Marinette." She scratches the back of her neck as she extends her hand in greeting.

The boy's eyes light up as he takes her hand and shakes it with a smile. "That's right! You're Marinette! You're my partner. I knew I'd heard that name somewhere."

"Adrien?" Marinette guesses with a smile.

"The one and only," he responds with a grin.

The two abruptly look down at their still-connected hands and pull apart.

"Right," Marinette starts awkwardly, mustering up another smile, "well, I hope you're as competitive as I am, because I plan to win this thing."

A grin splits Adrien's lips as he holds up his fist in the 'fist-bump' notion. "Glad we're on the same page." Their fists connect, and Marinette's heart flutters ever so slightly.