Chapter Summary: The future is looking pretty bright for these two dorks, can I get a "fucking finally"?

Pairings: Heavy Adrinette and LadyNoir, Alya/Nino

A/N: this is it guys, the last chapter, I hope you guys enjoy. Now I gotta find something else to dedicate my life to, fuuuuuck

I also edited part of the last chapter, and now I'm a lot more satisfied with it. Thanks to lollipop1141 over on Ao3 for helping me out with that.

Thanks to SCGee, flamexofxchaos, SomeGirlWithWifi, Flik98, ARainDragon, PrincessoftheShadowsofDestiny, littlewalnut, A.E, HappyReader, Evangeline Pond, CheyennaBanana, TheFairiesHeart, star-eye, catgirl505, kuramakaitou, Cabbit and the Weasel, , LadybugMarinette, Protagonist009, AveryBookNerd, Scarlet Moon, Radackl, Cseadry, Jaeme, lizibrowneyes, and the two guests who reviewed.

Also thanks to novella12nite over on Ao3 giving me the idea to put the part about watching videos from Marinette's childhood, i owe you a lot, my dude

The video was labeled "The Future: Ladybug and Chat Noir."

On screen was a young woman with black hair in pigtails next to a young man with messy blonde hair sitting on a couch together..

"Hey everyone, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng," said the woman.

"And I'm Adrien Agreste," said the man. "You probably know us better as Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Thank you so much to everyone that has supported us and Miraculous in the last few months, we really appreciate it."

"As most of you probably know, our troop won the Mayor's Break Dancing Competition in Paris this past weekend."

"This was made possibly by all of the dancers at Miraculous, and the entire group decided to donate the entire reward to the owners of that club."

"We will still be participating at the Dance Off every Friday and Doubles Night on the first Wednesday of the month."

"We would appreciate it if you would continue to support Miraculous and all the dancers there, thank you so much."

"Until next time."

"I'm Ladybug."

"And I'm Chat Noir."

"Bye guys," they said together and waved at the camera.

Six Months Later

"Marinette!" Adrien called from the front door. "Where does this go?!"

"What is it marked?!" Marinette called from the bedroom.

"It isn't marked!"

"Then it must be yours! It'll go either in storage or we'll toss it!"

"You're just going to throw away my things without looking through them?!"

"No, you are!" They were yelling because of the distance between them, not because they were fighting…today at least. "I told you to pack some stuff that you should throw away!"

"Why should I do that?!"

"To make room for my stuff of course!"

Adrien set the box on the counter and started going through it. "I wouldn't have needed to if we had just found a bigger apartment!"

"This one's big enough for the both of us and you know it!"

"Bugaboo, this is definitely your box!"

"How can you tell?!"

"It's got pink stuff in it!"

"Oh for pity's sake!" Marinette stormed out of the bedroom and headed over to where the box was. She rifled through the contents and then closed the box. "Oh, this should've gone in storage, take it back down." She headed back to the bedroom to finish whatever she was doing, but Adrien held her back, wrapping his arms around her middle.

"You know, if you're going to treat me like a servant, you should at least pay me."

She smirked. "Not if you're a slave."

Adrien laughed and started kissing her neck.

"Hey, hey, no. We have work to do."

"Fuck that shit, I have better things to do."

Marinette pushed him away and insisted she had to go back to working on putting her dresser back together.

"Then can we…?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "No, we have to go to Miraculous."

It was the first Wednesday of the month, which meant it was Doubles Night. Though Marinette had passed on the mantle of champ back to Adrien, she still participated in Doubles Night. They still went to the Academy, but Adrien had stopped taking ballet classes. He had enough credits to graduate with a dance major, and Marinette would be finishing up her degree as well.

The Miraculous troop was still rehearsing and going around the country participating in competitions and tournaments. Marinette and Adrien went along with them, extremely excited to see something they'd started take off so well. There was talk of going to a competition in Belgium or Germany or maybe even the UK.

They finished getting all of Marinette's boxes into their new apartment. They had finally decided to move into together after Marinette's mom nearly walked in on them making out one day. And Marinette was pretty much sleeping over at Adrien's apartment most nights anyways.

There was a knock at the door and Adrien answered it. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon in," he said, ushering the movers inside.

"Where do you want them?" one of them asked.

"The long one right here, and the big one over here." Adrien gestured to where they wanted their cargo to be.

Marinette came out to see what they were doing. "I thought we got the last packages," she said.

"We did, but this is a surprise." He paid the movers and positioned Marinette where she could se both. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Adrien pulled the cloth off the paintings and Marinette gasped. "Is that- is that 'Red Beauty'?" she asked.

"And…" Adrien ran across the room and pulled the cloth off the other painting. "'Miraculous'."

"Oh, Adrien, you didn't."

"I did, think of it as a housewarming present."

"How did you get them? They sold."

Adrien shrugged. "I bought them."

"From who?"

"Le Dessinateur. The guy who bought them works for my dad, he bought them for me."

"That's too much, chaton." She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her cheek against his chest.

"I wanted to buy 'I-Fell Tower' and 'Portrait of a Lady' but I couldn't do everything, my lady."

She looked up at him and kissed him tenderly. "This is enough for me, I'm happier than I'd ever thought I would be."

"Adrien! Come look at this!" Marinette called as she was rifling through the boxes of stuff from her room labeled "misc." It was later in the day, and they were already just messing around with the different stuff they were finding in the boxes.

"More of my stuff you're going to throw away?!" Adrien called from the bathroom.

"No, it's videos of me as a kid!"

Adrien walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel, and looking a little wet.

"How on earth did you get yourself wet?" Marinette asked as he seated himself beside her.

"The shower head looked like it wasn't on completely."

"So you took it off?"

Adrien made a face that said "Well, yeah."

"Did you turn the water off first?"

Adrien's face turned a shade of pink that said "No." "I am not a smart man," he said, completely straight faced.

Marinette shook her head. "But I love you." Adrien wrapped his arm around her waist and she pushed him away. "Ick, I thought cats hated water."

"I used one of my 9 lives braving the evil shower head to make sure it wouldn't fall on you, and this is how you repay me. Me-"

"Don't say it Adrien! I swear to-"

Adrien grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the face. "Meow-ch, my lady." His grin was as wicked as a hurricane and Marinette stuck her tongue out at him.

"Put this in the DVD player." She handed him a DVD and he did as she asked.

"When are these videos from anyways?" Adrien asked as he grabbed the remote and curled against Marinette on the floor in front of the TV.

"I'm not sure exactly." Marinette leaned against him and put her head under his chin. "I think my mom put them in this box."

The video lit up to see Marinette, maybe two years old. She was standing in front of the TV while a parade was on. The decorations around the room looked like Christmas time.

"This was the old apartment, back before we got the bakery," Marinette explained.

Adrien laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Marinette, petite papillon," Marinette's mother called out from behind the camera, and little Marinette on the TV looked up. "Dance for me, baby."

Marinette and Adrien both started laughing as two year old Marinette tried to dance like the girls on the TV in the parade. She flailed her arms, kicked her feet, and ended up falling on the ground. The video cut out then and started playing a video of a stage with a group of young girls, maybe around five all on the stage.

"This must be one of my ballet recitals as a kid," Marinette said.

"I remember having a few of those," Adrien said.

"Did you father ever come?"

"He may have come to a few when my mom was still around, but not after she left, that's for sure."

Marinette tilted her face upward and kissed the bottom of his chin. Right now was not the time to be sad. The person holding the camera zoomed very far into what was probably Marinette, but looked more like a white blur with blue-black hair.

"Where is she?" Marinette's mom asked on camera.

"She's on the left, Sabine," her dad said.

"Where?"

"Right there."

Adrien chuckled at the exchange and Marinette rolled her eyes.

The five year olds started their routine. It was very simple, a pirouette, a spin, ect. all to music.

"You're very cute," Adrien stated, squeezing her tighter.

"You can't even tell which one's me."

She felt Adrien shrug. "I can tell."

The next video was of Marinette a little older, maybe thirteen. Marinette immediately groaned when she saw it.

"It's the braces phase," she said. "Don't look, child, shield your eyes." She put her hand in front of Adrien's eyes, but he batted it away.

"Hi, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and this is my style," said the Marinette on camera. She started in her hip-hop routine she learned from the class she

Adrien started laughing until Marinette elbowed him. "Shut up, I thought was cool."

"You are cool, I mean, that opening line was gold, and just look at that outfit." Marinette's outfit consisted of her signature pigtails, a tank top that showed her sports bra, baggy black sweat pants, and trainers. The sweatshirt tied around her waist, braces, and lensless glasses Marinette wore completed the outfit to make her cringe.

"You were really good even then," Adrien told her.

"Thanks," Marinette said as she watched herself pose with her arms crossed across her chest while holding up two peace signs.

The next video regressed and went back in time. Marinette was probably 10 now and in a tap dancing recital. She wore all black and had a black top hat on (most likely her teacher's idea). Marinette smiled as she tried her best to follow the moves she was taught. She had very little memories from that class, but she remembered how much she had hated that style of dancing and was determined to never do it again.

The video fast-forwarded a lot to Marinette when she was 15 and in a break dancing basics class in high school. It was a lesson, and Marinette was paired with another guy her age to dance with.

"Who's that dancing with you?" Adrien asked.

Marinette squinted and thought a moment. "Rick, I think his name is? Or Nick, I can't remember really, he was just my partner for this class, I didn't know him outside of it or anything."

"He's pretty good."

Marinette nodded. "He was one of the instructor's kids, I think. So this was like his third time taking the class or something like that."

"You're really good too."

The next video was around the same time as the one before, and immediately Marinette started laughing. The video was of Marinette sitting at a table, presumably with some of her friends. She had a red yo-yo in each of her friends.

"What is this?" Adrien asked.

"Just watch."

Marinette on camera stood. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yeah," said the person behind the camera.

"You'd better get this because I'm only gonna do this once."

"It's filming, don't worry."

Adrien's mouth dropped as Marinette on camera began performing yo-yo tricks with the two yo-yos. She swung them around her body, tangling the strings and then untangling them, over her head and around her body. She finished with and flourish and bowed for the camera.

"How- what was that?" Adrien asked as the people on screen congratulated Marinette.

Marinette shrugged. "One of my friends in school got me hooked on yo-yo tricks, and I did them for a couple of years."

"Why'd you stop?"

"I don't know, dancing started to get pretty demanding."

"How are you so good at everything?"

Marinette turned red. "I'm not good at 'everything', just a lot of things. I'm bad at a lot of things too."

"Can you still do that?" Adrien pointed to the TV.

"I don't know, I'd have to try."

"You should incorporate that into your break dancing."

"I don't-" But Marinette cut herself off and her eyes widened. "That could be cool."

"It could be very cool, you should've done that from the beginning."

"I'll have to actually know if I still can."

"There's gotta be classes or something you can take."

Marinette shrugged. "That's probably the end of it, if you want to-" Marinette stopped as one more video came up. She had to be 17 or 18. She was wearing a leotard and tights and a pair of dancing shoes with a black sweatshirt tied around her waist. Her hair was in a bun on her head and she was standing in the first position in front of the camera.

"Hello, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I hope you will consider me for the next class of dance students as L'Académie d'Art Paris. Uh, please enjoy my routine, thank you," she said to the camera.

"Oh, this is my audition tape for the Academy," Marinette said in reality.

The music started out with a simple classical piece and Marinette in the video did a simple ballet routine. The music changed to jazz and Marinette did a jazz routine. Then the music changed to hip-hop and Marinette started her now signature house routine to the song. She did a few break dancing moves as well, and froze in a pike. She stood on her feet and bowed for the camera.

"Again, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I hope to be a part of the next class of dance students at L'Académie d'Art Paris. Thank you," she said. The video ended and Marinette sat silently on the ground next to Adrien.

"I'd forgotten that I did break dancing for my audition tape," she finally said.

"You were really good," said Adrien, nodding his head.

"Do you have any videos of you dancing?"

Adrien shrugged. "I'd have to look. I know I still have my audition tape around here somewhere. I was in a few professional dance productions of my dad's when I was a kid, just as a child dancer. And then I was in a few productions as a teenager and while I was at the Academy. I could probably hunt down copies of those, but…" Adrien shrugged. "There probably aren't many videos of me break dancing like this video."

"I think my mom purposely edited this together. Like all the videos she could find of me dancing."

"Well, thank her for me, it was adorable." Adrien stood and went to get the video out of the DVD player.

Marinette nodded. "Except for the braces period."

"Are you kidding? That was the best one. We're gonna show our kids that."

Both their eyes widened and they looked at each other, both red faced. Adrien winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean-"

"Someday, but not anytime soon, right?"

Adrien nodded. "Yes, my lady. Whatever you say."

Marinette rolled her eyes and went back to going through the box. "Go back to trying to drown yourself, but hurry, we've gotta get ready soon."

Adrien walked by her and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Whatever you may say, I like your style, my lady."

"Get away!" she said and waved her hands above her head to get him to go away. "Never mention that video again."

"No promises," Adrien called over his shoulder as he went back into the bathroom.

Marinette and Adrien were welcomed back to Miraculous with open arms. The 75,000 Euros they'd won was enough to put Plagg and Tikki in the black with still some money left over. They'd put it in a trust, and were slowly making money off it in case of another crisis. Meanwhile, turnout had more than doubled since the competition. They had adopted another dance night on Thursday night every other week where anyone could come and dance, without a costume.

Marinette came by every Friday to see Adrien dance, and he'd even convinced her to compete once or twice. She was happy just watching Adrien and dancing every now and again. But Doubles Night was her favorite.

She hated the fact that she might have to dance against Adrien, because she almost always won. She was better than him, but she didn't love it nearly as much as he did. But at Doubles Night, she and Adrien danced together.

They arrived in the locker rooms to everyone greeting them warmly. Rose immediately wrapped her arms around Marinette's neck in a hug and started gushing about how long it had been since they'd seen each other. When Rose let go, Marinette felt a punch on her arm and turned to see Alya there.

"Hey, girl," she said. "Nice to see you again."

"Yeah, it's not like I literally see you at school everyday."

"Not everyday, you're not taking Friday classes anymore."

"But then I see you at the Dance Off that night."

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen you on Sunday."

Marinette laughed, and Alya wrapped her arm around her waist.

"How was the move in today?" Alya asked as they unpacked their bags into the lockers.

Marinette shrugged. "It was fine, I guess. Though, Adrien got me the sweetest present."

"What?"

"You know those paintings Le Dessinateur had sold back before the first competition?"

"Yeah?"

"He bought two of them for the apartment."

Alya nodded. "Nino got me a pair of headphones the other day."

Marinette nodded. "Well, you guys have been living together for, what, two months now?"

Alya nodded. "I'm not complaining, I'm happy. I'm so glad I met him."

"I'm glad you did too." Marinette gave a side glance to where Nino and Adrien were standing and chatting. "None of this would've happened if you hadn't've dragged me to Miraculous that one Friday."

"You're welcome, don't say I never did anything for you."

"I won't I promise."

The dances started and soon Alya and Nino both went out for their turn. Adrien and Marinette sat side-by-side, talking about their new apartment.

"It just feels a little cold, don't you think?" Adrien stated.

"We could get some rugs," Marinette offered. "Or get a heater or, I don't know."

"We'll go to the store tomorrow, and we'll find something."

"Or we could get a pet."

Adrien shrugged. "We'd have to look into if that's allowed."

"Maybe a hamster, I love hamsters. I had one when I was a kid, she had beautiful red hair."

"Or we could get a cat?"

Marinette scoffed. "And give you another avenue to make puns, no thank you."

"Bugaboo, I will make a pun about anything we put in the apartment, it doesn't matter if its a cat or a hamster or a heater, I will make a pun about it."

Marinette shook her head. "I look forward to that."

"Good."

They were called out and headed to the pit.

"Nice of you to drop by," Nino said, standing next to Alya in the pit.

"Was that a pun?" Marinette asked.

"Hey, that's my territory, this means war," Adrien emphatically stated.

"Well, you should've marked it better!" Alya called, giggling to herself a her own pun.

"Should we take 'em down, my lady." Adrien held out his hand to Marinette.

"It'll be our pleasure, Chat."

The dancers started, and the crowds's roars were deafening.

A/N:Thanks again to novella12nite for suggesting the idea of them watching videos of Marinette dancing as a kid. Without that, it was much too short so thanks a million to them.

also, when I was writing thet part, I realized I kinda wanted to have a video of Marinette doing yo-yo tricks because I was only recently made aware of what those are. And so when I was looking up videos for reference, I near cried. I totally could've had her doing yo-yo tricks during her break dancing routine. I mean, Adrien got his fucking staff, so it wasn't like she wouldn't be allowed to have them, so long as she didn't hit anyone. And she didn't have to do them the whole time, just maybe when she challenged Chat and at the competition or something. UGH oh my gosh guys fuck my actual life that would've been the bomb dot edu.

But now I really wanna write that, with Marinette using the yo-yos during her break dance routine...

I'm not going to promise anything, but I might. I just might, we'll see. Stay tuned for the future.

just for your amusement, I present you the following facts:

Times the character was mentioned in this fic:
Marinette - 925
Chat - 462
Adrien - 399
Alya - 348
Ladybug - 183
Le Dessinateur - 87

These statistics were brought to you by my use of word counter dot net

Thank you so much for making this fic what it is, you guys. This is my most popular fic ever and it's because of you, thank you so much. I will most definitely write more ML fan fiction, so watch out for that. Until then, I hope I gave you something to enjoy for the first maybe month of hiatus. Please check out the Miraculous Moves tumblr tag as well as FFN and Ao3 for more break dance amazingness and thank you starrycove, jen-iii, and the other artists on tumblr for letting me profit off their ideas. Thanks especially to Owl-Awesomeness, Q-A the Authoress, Protagonist009, and OakDragon who have all been there since basically the beginning of this fic. I've seen all of your comments, and I'm so happy that you guys have stuck with this dinky fic and it's stupid author. And most of all, thanks to you for reading this.

Here's to like 7 more months of hiatus hell, everyone, cheers. As always, no reviews necessary, and again, thank you so much.