#alyadrienette

[hueynomure]

Romcom night!

(Adrien doesn't just fall asleep on movie nights - he had a long day and his Lady's lap is very soft ♡)

[captorations]

the members of the agreste/dupain-cheng/césaire household all played critical roles in ending a supervillain’s reign of terror, but today they face their greatest challenge yet: getting adrien out of the giant cardboard box the refrigerator came in

[ladyserendipitous]

ALYADRINETTE

@elby9001 & @lahiffed You’re both half right

Now say it with me

ALYADRINETTE

[j-esbian]

you: alya and marinette aren't dating!!

me, an intellectual: alyanette is canon and alya loves and supports her nervous poly gf whenever she tries to ask adrien out

[alya-bug]

The Best Kind of Friends Chapter 7

Chat Noir finds himself falling for Alya, who loves Marinette, who is just confused. Relationship shenanigans ensue.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Ao3

Chapter 7: Alya takes Adrien’s emotions on a roller coaster. 

Alya looked again at the text that Adrien had sent her last night.

Hey, I wanted to talk to you before school tomorrow. Is that okay?

She waited by the school entrance, waiting for Adrien’s car to pull up. Hopefully, he wanted to ask her how to ask out Marinette. She had a whole plan for this exact situation. She had her “Marinette Date” Pinterest board ready to share with him. He was going to ask her out on the best date ever. Marinette deserved that much.

When Adrien finally arrived, she waved him over. He looked nervous as he walked over to her. He was definitely planning to ask Marinette out. No doubt about it.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked as he walked towards her.

Adrien smiled nervously, running his fingers through his hair. “Hey.”

“You said you wanted to talk to me?” She grinned knowingly. He was going to love her date ideas. She had through a lot about how their first date would go.

“Uh, yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” He bit his lip adorably, not looking at her.

“You did.” She laughed. “I have the text right here.” She held up her phone.

He frowned, somehow still looking handsome even with his eyebrows furrowed. “Never mind. It was nothing.” He shook his head and began turning away.

Oh hell no. Alya grabbed his arm. “You aren’t getting away that easily!” She was not going to let him give up on asking Marinette out that easy. “Spill.”

Adrien sighed, clearly knowing that she would never give this up. “Okay, but, uh, can we go somewhere more private?” He glanced around at their fellow students, several of whom were already eyeing them curiously.

She smiled, endeared by his nervousness. He really was a sweet guy and he would make Marinette very happy. And she wanted Marinette to be happy.

They slipped away to a slightly more private side of the school, near a couple of large trees. For once, there were no students having secret trysts and they were able to speak without being overheard.

Alya leaned casually against a tree, grinning. “So, what did you want to say?”

Adrien looked almost nauseous. “Uh, well, I was just wondering. . .”

“Uh-huh?” He was so flustered. It was adorable.

“If you want to go out some time!” He blurted it out so quickly she could barely understand it. Or at least she assumed she didn’t understand it.

“What?” He couldn’t have said what she thought he said.

“Go out. With me. Like. . . a date?” His face was red and his voice was weak.

“Me?” Alya couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The rage was building up inside her. He was asking her out? And not Marinette?

He laughed nervously, apparently unaware of the dangerous line he was treading. “Y-yeah. I wasn’t sure I was going to say anything because. . . just because. But yeah, you are really cool and I like you a lot.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Alya blurted out, venom in her voice.

Adrien flinched at the anger in her voice. “What?”

"You shouldn't have said anything." Alya couldn't stay there anymore. She couldn't look at his stupid, handsome face, with his confused expression, apparently not knowing what he did. She turned aways without saying another word, stomping back towards the front of the school.

She was livid. How could he say he liked her? When he had been ignoring Marinette for years! How could he be so cruel. Marinette was perfect! Why didn't he want to date her?

It was still early but she headed to her first class, unable to socialize any longer. She needed something to distract her and calculus would do well enough.

Class was already about to start when Adrien walked in. She had forgotten that they shared most of their classes. It took all of her self control not to yell at him in front of everyone. The only thing that stopped her was knowing that Marinette wouldn’t want her too.

She settled for glaring at the back of his head. A small part of her felt bad for him. He didn’t seem to know that Marinette liked him, so he probably didn’t know why she was so mad at him. But she didn’t really care about that, frankly. If he was so stupid not to notice Marinette’s crush on him for so long, then he deserved what he got.

Marinette burst into the classroom moments before the class started, sliding into her seat with only a slightly reproachful look from the teacher.

Alya’s heart hurt as she saw her smiling and blushing at the back of Adrien’s head. She liked him so much. How could he do this to her?

“Is Adrien okay?” Marinette whispered as the teacher started to lecture. “He looks kind of sad.”

Part of Alya wanted to tell Marinette everything, tell her that Adrien was an asshole who asked out other girls. But she knew that would hurt her. And hurting Marinette was the last thing she wanted to do. So she just shrugged. “Who knows?”

“Mlle Cesaire, Mlle Dupain-Cheng, it would be just lovely if you would pay attention today.” The teacher sighed. “For once.”

The two girls blushed and turned their attention back to their teacher, but Alya found calculus to be not as good of a distractor as she had hoped.

By the time she got home, Alya’s rage had subsided some. She understood that it was unreasonable to be so angry at Adrien, because it really wasn’t his fault. But she was often unreasonable when it came to Marinette. That girl made all of her rational thought fly out the window.

She tried to focus on other things and avoid interacting with Adrien. That wasn’t too hard, as he seemed to be avoiding her too. Poor, stupid boy. It wasn’t his fault he was an idiot. Avoiding Nino had been harder. He figured out that something had happened and he had been hounding her all day to try to get details. When he was worried about a friend, he was worse than she was when she was trying to follow a lead.

She had only just headed back to her room after dinner when Chat Noir knocked on her window.

“You’re here early.” She smiled as she opened the window. Chat was a cute blond that she would be happy to go out with.

Although he looked like she had just stomped on his heart. The frown seemed wrong on his normally cheerful face and it was hard to tell with his weird eyes but he looked like he might have been crying.

“You okay?” She reached a hand out to him, touching his shoulder lightly as she climbed through the window.

“Yeah.” He laughed weakly. “Just, a kind of bad day.”

Alya hugged him sympathetically. “Same.” She grinned at him. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Yeah, it is.” Chat hugged her tightly before pulling away with a genuine smile on his face. “Hugging you always makes me feel better.”

She laughed. “Of course, I’m the best hugger.” She hoped that her blush wasn’t too obvious. He was just too ridiculous.

“You are. The Queen of Hugs.” He bowed dramatically, his grin still not quite reaching his eyes.

“Yes. And you are my favorite subject.” She giggled as he kissed her hand. He was so dorky. It was adorable.

He laughed and sat down on her bed. “What an honor.” He suddenly looked sheepish. “May I have a boon?”

“Of course.” Her cheeks burned as she imagined what he would ask. Would he ask to kiss her? She definitely wouldn’t mind that.

“Can I ask why you had a bad day?”

She blinked. That wasn’t what she wasn’t expected. “It was nothing. I was just being dumb.” She didn’t really want to tell him all about the way she was an asshole to her stupid friend.

“How could you be dumb?” He asked, a strange look in his eyes.

Alya sighed. “So, a friend of mine asked me out and I didn’t respond very well. I kind of freaked out at him and I feel kind of bad because I probably hurt his feelings.”

 Chat seemed very interested in the pattern on her bedspread. “Do you dislike him that much?”

Alya leaned back in her desk chair. “It isn’t that I don’t like him. He’s great. It’s . . . complicated.” She didn’t feel like it was her place to talk about Marinette’s crush, especially when Chat would definitely know who she was talking about.

“Do you like someone else?” His voice was hesitant, strangely afraid.

She did like someone else, a couple of someones actually, and that was part of the reason she didn’t want to date Adrien  It was as good a reason as any to reject someone, although maybe not as viciously as she did. “Yeah, I do.”

The leather cat ears on his head visibly drooped. “Oh.” He glanced up at her and he looked so cute that she couldn’t handle it. “Who is it?”

Alya considered her answer for a moment. She could tell him that she had been hopelessly in love with her best friend for years and continue their relationship built on pining after beautiful blue eyed girls. Or she could tell him about the other person she had feelings for, and complicate their relationship.

Oh, whatever. She had always wanted to date a superhero and this was her chance.

She smiled flirtatiously. “Well, for one. . . there is you.”

Chat looked up, strange green eyes wide. “Me?”

“Yup.” This dork somehow managed to look handsome with a dumbfounded expression on his face. “I think you’re cute and sweet and funny.”

“I like you too!” He almost fell off the bed in his excitement. “I like you a lot!”

Alya’s blush deepened. “Good.” She bit her lip, suddenly nervous. She was the one who said it, why was she nervous?

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, his face so red it was almost glowing.

“Yes.” Alya didn’t even need to think about her answer. Her love life might be a confusing mess, but she definitely wanted to kiss Chat Noir.

He leaned forward and then stopped, hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his bell and yanked him into the kiss.

Their lips met and he melted into it, his lips surprisingly soft against hers.

Kissing Chat Noir was definitely a good idea.   

[megatraven]

I finally posted all my drabbles from when I did the 5 sentence prompts!!! I really love some of them so I’m glad I went through them all

[gale-gentlepenguin]

How would you write Alyadrienette?

I couldn’t,

I’d have to add Nino.

I don’t want my boy 4th wheeling.

[angelofthequeers]

You know what fuck it I saw one Alyadrienette post by @captorations and I'm dead so let's literally just change a few words between Marinette and Alya to turn this fic gay and polyam and it's all Captor's fault

[azdoine]

#*takes a deep breath* in conclusion cute fictional girls should kiss. alyadrienette: the three best girls since WKTD

top ten anime crossovers - you won’t believe what #3 is!

[hueynomure]

Unrestrained (adult) summer fun

(There's worse than an alyadrienette sketch to make my first miraculous... very horny fanart)

[captorations]

where’s that alyadrienette fic where chat noir threatens to cataclysm shitty CEOs if they don’t stop ruining the planet

[ladyserendipitous]

For OT3 prompts: AlyaAdrienette - You two are such trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways

Here was the thing, patrol never was and never would be about finding mystical evil going on in the city.  Sure when Ladybug and Chat Noir started their patrols there had been pretense for such a thing, but now, not so much. Nowadays it was, as it was since there was only two people on the team, a chance for team bonding.

Team Bonding sometimes had other meanings!

Now Ladybug wasn’t a stick in the mud, far from it!  She enjoyed goofing off with her teammates and partners just as much as all of them did.  However, sometimes, just sometimes, when her two lovers were on patrol with her things go out of hand.

It wasn’t one thing that night.  It was just a combination of Marinette having a late night meeting, her partners seeming to forget that food was an essential thing for life (like how did a chef’s daughter and the one responsible for Plagg able to forget dinner?), and just a general disarray of the living room.

For kwamis’ sake, Adrien didn’t have a full time job and Alya was currently working from home!  Was a warm meal and general tidiness so much to ask for?

Marinette loved her partners, she was over the moon for them even after all this time, but sometimes they made her want to strangle them.

And then to realize it was all three of their turn to patrol?

Maybe, just maybe a run across the rooftops was what Marinette needed.

But no, it was “Ladybug look at this” and “Foxy I dare you to do that” and just were they 5? Because they were like two hyper children!

“What is wrong with both of you!” Ladybug nearly screamed. The fox and the cat stopped in their attempt to walk on a roof edging together, nearly losing balance before they turned so they both had their feet firmly on the ground.  Then they cocked their head in opposite directions.  The puppy dog eyes were not going to work. (Kitten eyes, Kit eyes, whatever!) “Why am the only adult here!”

The two other heroes looked at each other then looked at her, separating.  Good they were going to be more serious.  She started to relax when she realized they were coming at her from opposite directions! What were they going to...

She should have known the two would try to make things better with snuggling up to her and kissing her... “Guys, we have a rule, no necking...”

“Mmmm, but it’s a very adult activity,” Alya muttered into her ear.

“Unless you want us to stop?” Adrien asked as he lifted his head from her neck and Alya started up again.

“If you think you both are getting off easy because of this...” the rest of the heroine’s protest was lost as she closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure.  She’d enjoy this now, but they were both still in big trouble!

[adrienaline-rushed-art]

Heart-to-Heart

This was meant as a request from a raffle for my last milestone, but I just want to thank @cartoonfanorwhatever for not only their patience but also supporting me on kofi simply out of kindness <333

So here’s a bodyswap one-shot for all to enjoy, although I totally get that it’s a bit confusing so it may not stay a one-shot. For now, maybe I’ll explain a little something in the A/N at the end. 

Rating: T

Genre: Comedy/Fluff/General

Chapters: 1/1 (maybe)

Ships: Left to interpretation. Alyanette, Alyadrien, Lovesquare, Alyadrienette... 

Summary:  Marinette discovers that the body she’s in does not belong to her, and perhaps neither does the heart.

ao3

Aside from knowing for a fact that her capris hadn’t been too tight a second ago, Marinette felt completely out of place upon regaining consciousness. From one point of view, she felt out of place in a good way, and in others in a terrible way. For one, there wasn’t a horrible tightness in her jaw, the burning of blood-shot eyes, stinging from pricks on her fingers, nor a sense of weak limbs. On the other hand, there was a sudden pain in her lower back, a weight on her chest, blurry vision, and her hair irritated the nape of her neck. Nothing felt as it usually did.

Bringing her hands out in front of her, she confirmed that these were not, in fact, her hands. She was in someone else's body. Marinette turned to the large display window behind her. Her reflection met her with the image of her best friend, Alya.

As she stared at herself - watching others collapse, switch, and revive from the corner of her eye - she was more puzzled by the fact that she was in the same spot she remembered being when she was hit.

“I guess-” Marinette cleared her throat, blinking at her new voice, “-this is the difference between swapping minds and swapping bodies…”

“Thank goodness, this way you can still stop the akuma.”

Marinette whipped her head around to look at her kwami. “Tikki! You’re still here!”

“Yeah, you still have your earrings after all,” Tikki smiled.

“Ok, let’s go!”

Marinette started to run but wobbled to a slow stop. “I-I’m not quite used to moving in this body yet.”

“Do you feel weak?”

“No, I feel pretty strong actually,” Marinette flexed her arms a bit, “but I feel like a teenage boy on a growth spurt, tripping over myself because I’m suddenly a different height and weight. And I can barely see.” She groaned, “Great. As if I wasn’t clumsy enough.”

Marinette shook her head and ran off despite herself.

           *             *             *

Alya went to move the pale hand from her face, “Marinette?”

She froze when she realized the hand she was reaching with also seemed to belong to Marinette. She didn’t know what was going on, she was sitting at her desk and apparently fainted. There were no reasons for Marinette to have been in her room as far as she could remember, but now she wondered if even she herself was in her room. Was she even awake? It felt like she was dreaming or in a coma, trying to move only to watch blurry figures move about her.

“What…?” Alya removed her glasses and stumbled around for a mirror, coming face to face with Marinette.

“Well,” she sighed, “this is new.”

Alya leaned forward and rubbed at the puffy skin under her eyes. Her whole body felt drowsy and weak, as though she hadn’t slept in days. God, what had Marinette been up to? She tried smacking her cheeks to wake herself up but stopped when she realized she should be gentle with Marinette.

At least she could check the akuma out and snap some photos.

Alya rushed to her door before stopping to stare at her closet. She grabbed a belt and tightened until her pants finally stayed on her hips and continued out the door.

           *             *             *

“My Lady?” Chat Noir looked Ladybug once over, “you’ve been hit, I see…”

Ladybug put her hands on her hips and smirked, “How are you so sure I’m the real thing, Kitty Cat?”

Chat bowed, “I’d always recognize you, Bugaboo,” He peered up at Ladybug, “besides, I know how the akuma works.”

“Really? How?”

“You switch bodies with whoever you consider to be your best friend,” Chat grinned, though a little sadly, “I’m hurt, My Lady, I thought I was your best friend.”

Ladybug smiled. “Of course you are, silly.” She walked up to Chat and touched his shoulder, “you can have more than one best friend you know. It’s not like ‘best’ is for a level of competition. You’re Ladybug’s best friend, Al- er- this… body is.. Ma- my civilian best friend! Don’t you have a different best friend when you aren’t Chat Noir?”

Chat Noir nodded, “I guess I do…” he puckered his lips in feigned deep thought, leaning sideways toward Ladybug, “but… if it were a competition-”

“No way, Chat,” Ladybug giggled, pressing her finger against his nose and pushing him back.  “That’s not how it works. Just know that I love you, ok?” Her voice quieted to a more serious tone, making Chat Noir blush, his playful exterior fading.

“Oh- um, thank you- I mean! I… I love you too!” he blurted, finally having the opportunity to speak the three words constantly playing in his mind. “I’m nothing without you.” His eyes widened, knowing he’d already said enough and if he wasn’t careful he’d continue rambling the self-deprecating nonsense that he knew Ladybug didn’t like to hear.

Ladybug reached up to hug him. “It’s not that you or either of us are nothing without the other. It’s that we’re everything together.” Chat Noir smiled and opened his mouth to respond, but Ladybug held her finger to his lips. “I’m gonna have to stop you, sorry Kitty. We still have an akuma on the loose and we’d better spring into action before we get caught with our pants down.”

The two of them stiffened in their embrace upon Ladybug’s statements. They quietly pulled away from each other as Ladybug clarified. “I mean… caught off guard, eheheheh.”

“...right…” Chat tried to laugh.

“Let’s just... go…”

           *             *             *

Ladybug groaned. Dodging all of the flying beach balls was getting tiresome and watching everyone switch bodies was confusing to say the least.

“Well, it doesn’t really do much harm to get hit. At least you kept your powers,” Chat Noir huffed as he ran alongside Ladybug.

“That’s easy for you to say, you haven’t been hit yet,” Ladybug jumped into a tumble as she dodged another ball.

“You seem to be handling it well.”

“I’m getting used to it, but if I switch again I can’t say the same will happen. I think now’s a good time to use my secret weapon,” she winked.

Chat looked toward the street. “Ok, do your thing, I’ll be right back.” He jumped down from the rooftop and ran up to the civilian amidst the chaos. “Marinette? Since when are you interested in recording the fights?”

Alya smirked. “I’ve got a blog to keep up. Who do you think Marinette would switch bodies with, Cat Boy?”

He blushed at the sight of Marinette’s apparent change of personality. “Oh right, Alya then? Live streaming for the Ladyblog?”

“At your service,” she winked.

“Well, hey Ladybloggers!” Chat waved at the phone, “sorry, but I think your reporter will be logging out. Because for about the millionth time,” he tilted his head at Alya, “I have to tell her it’s not safe here.”

“What do I have to lose? This akuma is harmless.” Alya countered, though she lowered her phone slightly.

“Relatively. But who knows who you’ll switch with-”

Alya gasped, stopping the livestream, “You’re right, I’m glad I never used the front camera…”

“-I mean, you and Ladybug are pretty close so if you two ever…” Chat Noir whirled around to squint at Ladybug, then back to ‘Marinette’ . “Wait a fucking minute.”

Alya sighed; realizing he’d put two-and-two together, she pocketed her phone. “I know imagine being the girl who took a bit to recognize her own body.”

“You- t-that’s your… oh, I’m not supposed to know this,” Chat winced.

“Neither of us are. Stop panicking and- look out!”

Chat Noir flinched as a beach ball bounced against his head. He blinked away a fuzz, stretching out a pair of smaller hands and reaching up to feel the ties that pulled his hair back into two pigtails.

Alya cried out in a painfully familiar voice. “Oh, Marinette, wait till you hear that Adrien thinks your his best friend! Is that a good or bad thing…”

Chat Noir and Alya turned to each other slowly. Chat saw his worst enemy, Adrien Agreste, staring back at him with a smartphone held out and reflecting Adrien’s face.

Alya noted that Chat Noir has in fact been hit, and displayed who she could only presume was Marinette’s body.

“Alya, I- there’s nothing I can really tell you…”

“There’s plenty you can tell me, over coffee tomorrow at 7am - HOLy shit i was right . And now you have to bribe me not to tell Marinette because this is huge… this…”

“Marinette has already figured it out, do not threaten the poor boy.”

Alya and Chat Noir looked to the side, Ladybug - still in Alya’s body - stood there staring back.

Chat Noir blinked, “I want to kiss someone but I don’t know who…”

“Uh…” Ladybug tried to focus, “I’m about to transform back…”

“Into Alya…”

“Right.”

“I’ll go take care of the akuma while you recharge.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you.” he blurted again, not sure why this time.

“You… have my face…”

“You have mine!”

“No, that’s Alya.”

“Oh, yeah… so did I just confess to Alya?”

“No, I did, that’s my body you have.”

“We all have a lot to talk about,” Alya decided.

They all nodded silently.

“After the akuma,” Ladybug finished.

“Yeah, after the akuma,” Chat Noir agreed.

A/N: Near the end, Chat Noir swaps with Alya because she had Marinette’s body - and Ladybug was the best friend he was meant to switch with. There is confusion of emotion and feelings both from being flustered in the situation/moment as well as the fact that there is a combination of past romantic feelings and ‘swapped’ romantic feelings. 

ex: Marinette and Alya swap, Alya has feelings for Adrien/Chat Noir. As for Marinette, rather than have feelings for herself, she’ll have a slight yearning for a relationship between herself and Alya. These aren’t strong and immediate feelings, more background noise that has them in a confusing mess toward the end of the fic. 

If I write a second chapter, I’ll still try and leave it vague enough so that there is no main ship, but clear enough that this explanation becomes unnecessary. Sorry it couldn’t be clear the first time around. Hopefully next time I won’t write late at night.

[alya-bug]

The Best Kind of Friends Chapter 6

Chat Noir finds himself falling for Alya, who loves Marinette, who is just confused. Relationship shenanigans ensue.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Ao3

Chapter 6: Marinette is super bi.

“So, tell me all the deets.” Alya said with a laugh as she leaned over to steal a piece of Marinette’s pastry and pop it in her mouth. “You didn’t tell me anything about the movie date.”

Marinette blushed, watching Alya as she licked the sugar off of her fingers. “There weren’t really any deets, frankly. We watched the movie and talked about it as he walked me home. He seemed a little distracted actually.”

Alya rolled her eyes. “Distracted by your beauty, probably.”

Marinette laughed. “Sure, whatever you say.” She watched as Alya sipped her coffee. Alya looked really pretty today, her reddish brown curls piled on her head in a messy bun. Marinette kept getting distracted as she watched the curls bounce as Alya moved her head.

“Seriously!” Alya insisted, gesturing with her cup. “I think he is finally starting to notice you!”

Marinette waved her hand dismissively. “It’s been three years. What are the chances he is going to suddenly fall in love with me now?” She took a drink of her cafe au lait, savoring the warm milky taste. It was spring, but still slightly cold as they sat outside the cafe, so warm drinks were appreciated.

“I think they’re very high. Anyone would fall in love with you.” Alya bit into her own pastry with finality. She was so confident in her convictions. Even when they were ridiculous, like now.

“Mmhmm, whatever you say.” Marinette mumbled over the rim of her mug. She wished she had Alya’s confidence in this. She had liked Adrien for so long with no development that she felt like it was hopeless at this point.

“Come on. Let’s overanalyze everything he said and did.” Alya weedled her with such a cute grin it was hard to resist. “I’ll tell you about how Chat came to visit me again last night.”

“He did?” Marinette ignored the way her heart jumped slightly at the sound of Chat’s name. Yet another thing she had thoroughly repressed. “Did you get that smooch?”

Alya laughed and the familiar warmth filled Marinette’s chest. She loved Alya’s laugh. “No, but I told him that I would kiss him if he wanted me to.”

“Seriously?” Marinette shook her head, grinning at Alya’s bluntness. “What did he say?”

Alya’s smile faded slightly. “He ran out the window as fast as he could.”

“That ass!” She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. She was going to have to have a talk with him. Who in their right mind would ever give up the chance to kiss Alya?

“It’s okay!” Alya assured her with a laugh. “I kind of sprung it on him really suddenly. I think he was just flustered. He’s actually pretty shy.”

She snorted. Chat was not normally shy. But she had always suspected he was better at dishing it out than taking it, especially when it came to flirting. “So what’s actually going on with you two.”

“Nothing yet.” Alya blushed, her brown skin taking on a pretty reddish tint. “But I think I want something to happen?”

“Ohhh!” Marinette grinned, nudging her best friend. “If I know you, you’re going to make it happen.” If Marinette’s laugh was slightly forced, she was sure Alya didn’t notice.

“Girl, you know it.” Alya laughed and waved her hand dismissively, but Marinette could tell her blush had deepened. She must really like Chat.

The conversation moved on, but the background feeling of discomfort stayed with her until the two girls parted ways.

She just wasn’t sure how the idea of Alya and Chat getting together made her feel.  She was torn between feeling happy for her two best friends for finding each other and this other feeling. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t like she wanted Chat to not date Alya and date her instead. But it was similar. It was that aching feeling that she remembered getting when she was younger and her friends would make plans without her. Even if they didn’t have bad intention, it never felt good to feel left out. But that was silly. It wasn’t like she could be a part of their relationship. She was probably just worried about them both being too busy for her or something normal like that. Because it wasn’t like she wanted to date either Alya or Chat. She liked Adrien.

She was still trying to convince herself of that hours later as she struggled with her homework.

“Maybe you like them too?” Tikki suggested, after hours of listening to her chosen complain.  

“That’s ridiculous.” Marinette shook her head emphatically. “I can’t like multiple people. I like Adrien.”

Tikki sighed, tired of arguing the obvious. Marinette had been in denial of her feelings for Alya for years, no matter how many times Tikki encouraged her to consider what was right in front of her. Marinette was still young and didn’t understand that love could manifest in many ways, sometimes with multiple people.

“Maybe I should visit Adrien?” Marinette suggested, suddenly animated.

“Tomorrow?” Tikki smiled. “That’s like a wonderful idea!”

“No, tonight.” Marinette got up and started pacing excitedly. “If Chat can do it, why can’t I?”

“I guess there is no reason not to. . .” Tikki was hesitant, knowing this could end poorly.

“Great!” Marinette’s smile was too wide to be entirely natural as she bounced on her heels. “Spots on!”

In the few minute that it took to get to Adrien’s house, Ladybug was starting to have doubts. What if he wasn’t home? Would it be weird for her to just knock on his window? Maybe she should go back.

No. She was already too close. And if Chat could visit Alya, then she could visit Adrien. It was only fair.

She landed resultly on his windowsill, peering inside. His back was to the window, working on his computer, headphones in his ears, the book they had been working on in Literature open on his desk.

Determined, she knocked.

He didn’t react and she cursed the inventor of headphones. She tried again.

Still nothing.

She tried waving her arms, hoping he would see her in the reflection of his computer screen.

No such luck.

Damn Adrien and his studious nature!

Ladybug sighed. Maybe this was a sign that his was a bad idea. Why was she even here? To prove to herself that she liked Adrien? That was dumb, of course she liked him. One look at the back of his blond head was enough to remind her of that. Seeing him made her see happy.

And yeah, seeing Alya also made her feel happy but that was . . . different. Probably. Definitely.

As she was pondering, Adrien spun around in his chair, stretching.  He made eye contact with her mid-yawn and jumped out of his feet, rushing towards the window.

“Ladybug!” He opened the window quickly, a nervous grin on his face. “Come in! What are you doing here?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest. “I can’t stay.” She knew that would be a bad idea. “I’m just checking in on you because . . . that akuma targeted you.”

Adrien’s face scrunched up in confusion. “There hasn’t been an akuma after me for a few months at least.”

Damn, had it been that long? “I know, it’s just that you have been targeted a high number of times and I decided to make sure you’re still doing okay. We have to make sure you feel safe and all that.” Ladybug was proud of her quick thinking. It was not exactly a lie. She was worried about him.

Adrien smiled. Her heart clenched at the happiness in his expression. He was just so attractive! “Thank you so much. I always feel safe with you and Chat around.”

The sincerity in his voice made her blush and she knew she had to get out of there before she did something stupid. “G-great. That is great. We want you safe. Gotta go.” She grabbed her yoyo to make a hasty retreat.

“Wait!”

She looked back before she jumped. Adrien was leaning out of the window. “Thank you for visiting.”

“No problem. I’d do this for any citizen. It’s my job.” Giving him an awkward pat on the head, she tried not to linger over how soft his hair would be to feel with her bare hands. She jumped away before she embarrassed herself further.

Ladybug waited until she was a few blocks away before she stopped to take a breath. She couldn’t stop grinning. The whole visit was a stupid wonderful mess and she was so glad she decided to do it. There was no doubt of her crush on Adrien.

As she swung through the city back home, she hesitated near Alya’s house. She could visit her too. The temptation filled her, but she resisted. Alya already had one superhero visiting her. He might be visiting her right now. Three’s a crowd, after all.

She tried not to be disappointed in her decision as she moved swiftly through the night.

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In the Middle by Dodie is Alyadrienette

[megatraven]

Thinkin about... Alya and Adrien holdin Marinette's hands....... them gushing over Ladybug...... Marinette always winding up with two of Andre's ice creams whereas Alya and Adrien always get the same kind....... Marinette kicking their asses in Ultimate Mechanic Strike 3 and winning victory kisses........

Alya tryin to set Marinette up with Adrien, Adrien trying to set her up with Alya.......... Marinette loving both with her entire heart......

Thinkin bout the goodest ot3 again...