#this is the only way i imagine alyadrien

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Alya: Cool new blog trend: "goodposting". Its when you share fun interesting things in a calm and friendly way

Adrien: Goodposting example: hey guys, just fucked a bug

Alya: no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[crocojagged]

This is a follow-up to my last post on Alyadrien. I ended up not rewatching Rocketear before the Hack-San English dub came out, but I think that worked out better for this.

If I remember correctly Alya never says point-blank that she doesn't like Chat Noir, so that will be interesting to look out for because there have been slight hints of her having a crush on him since all the way back in the Pharaoh episode of Season 1 (see this post).

Now that I have watched it I have some thoughts, so let's break it down.

"Are you insane?! I already have a boyfriend!"

We've got deflection and pulling the boyfriend card, but no actual denial of feelings.

"And FYI, with him it's not just [small heart], it's more like [big heart]."

So you do have small heart feelings for Chat Noir?

"Sorry, Chat Noir, but my Nino is a thousand times more irresistible than you."

So there is a baseline level of irresistible that Chat Noir is to you that Nino surpasses?

"Besides, I don't really know your real identity, and I could never fall for someone I didn't really know."

This immediately begs the question what would Alya think if she found out Chat Noir is Adrien? We are gonna put a pin in that for now.

The main things I find interesting from this convo are that Alya never actually denies having feelings for Chat Noir, and that she loves Nino way too much for her to act on whatever latent feelings that she may have. Both Adrien and Alya care wayyy too much about Nino to hurt him this way.

Here's where things get ... interesting. We know from Ephemeral that nobody is supposed to know both Chat Noir and Ladybug's identity because it is too dangerous, but Luka currently does. It seems plausible that Alya could find out Adrien is Chat Noir by the end of the season, since she already knows Marinette is Ladybug, and that would put her and Luka in a similar position of knowing both identities.

Luka very clearly still loves Marinette from what we have seen in Crocoduel, Wishmaker, and Ephemeral. We do not see this in Kagami's interactions with Adrien in Mr. Pigeon 72, Gabriel Agreste and Glaciator 2. She cares for Adrien's well-being, but she no longer has feelings for him.

So if they revisit love square rivals, as it has been hinted a bit with Lukanette and that one line from a recent interview, I think the other "rivalry" in question will be Alyadrien and not Adrigami. If that seems like a stretch let's consider some relevant events in the latter half of season 4 except we only call everyone by their real first name:

Glaciator 2: Adrien is fully rejected by Marinette and he stops flirting with her.

Hack-San: Alya is Marinette's temporary replacement and fights alongside Adrien. She is in the role normally filled by the love of his life.

Rocketear: Alya and Adrien are paired together in a movie portraying them. Nino fears Alya is cheating on him with Adrien. Adrien checks on Alya to make sure she doesn't have feelings for him and later finds out that Alya is also a superhero that he has flirted with before.

Qilin: Alya maybe loses her miraculous??? This is based on what can be gleaned from the visuals of Dearest Family (no kwami pack) and Ephemeral (Trixx near the sewing box), so there's still a lot unclear, but this seems like it will be relevant.

The interactions these two have when it's laid out this way and not obscured by the identity shenanigans sure are something. Imagine how awkward they would feel if Alya found out his identity and Adrien found out she was also Scarabella.

The biggest point against something happening is Alya and Nino's relationship. It's hard to imagine them breaking up at all, and it's even harder to imagine anything happening between Alya and Adrien while they're still together. Maybe they break up because of Nino revealing her identity in Rocketear. Otherwise I have no clue as it would likely be from an episode we don't have yet.

But perhaps these aren't meant to be proper love rivalries at all. Maybe it's more about getting closer with someone in a kind of ambiguous but mostly friendship way. This would line up with what we have seen of Lukanette and Alyadrien interactions this season as well.

I could see Alya and Adrien getting closer if Alya finds out his identity, and I could see her being a really important support to him as Chat Noir. We see this in Hack-San when she tells Marinette to talk to him after the fight because she could tell from the insecurities he expressed in his anger that he needed it. People have said before that Adrien doesn't need the same kind of support in his civilian life that Marinette does, but he is struggling a lot with his role as Chat Noir this season. He thinks he's not needed on the team, he doubts whether Ladybug trusts him, and he wonders why she keeps information from him. Who better to help with this than Ladybug's current confidante?

[purrincess-chat]

So, still not back (I know I say that a lot, but I'm really not looking to be here long just popping in with what has been filling my head since Sunday and I need to breathe this into the world so I can go back to working on my BB fic in peace)

Ive just been thinking of post-reveal, pre-relationship things cause when they reveal, Marinette doesn't tell him her feelings (on screen anyway), so I'm just imagining excited Adrien being like I want to know everything about you and teasing her about the boy she likes "is he in our class? Do I know him? Is he funnier than me?" And Marinette is like whyyy

Also all of the Alyadrien interactions. He just goes up to Alya in the locker room all smuglike

"So, Marinette, huh?"

"Yeahh??"

"She looks really cute in red and black."

Then Alya just looks at him like

And Adrien is just like

"How did you find out? Did she accidentally screw up another love confession?"

"No, actually she told m- wait. What about a love confession?"

"She told you?? Willingly??"

"Love confession?? To whom???"

So they go to Marinette and Alya is like sooo we told Adrien? And Adrien is like "so, the guy you like... is he more handsome than me or about my level of handsome? Like do we look similar? Perhaps the same, even? 😉😉"

And Marinette is like tf?? Alya, what did you do?

Alya: well, the only way I could fathom you telling Adrien is on accident!

Marinette: no, I told him on purpose!

Alya: trying to score brownie points for being a super heroine? You go, girl!

Marinette: *face palm* What would be the only other reason I'd tell *him*?

Alya: ...so you can make out?

Adrien: is that an option?!

Marinette: *groaning, pulls up Alya's bad Adrien as Chat noir edit text*

Alya: :O

Adrien: Meow 😉

Alya: Called it.

Adrien: so, about this love confession makeout thing. Is that on the table? How do I order one of those?

Alya: Oh, God, girl. Your brain must have melted.

Marinette: Still is 🤦‍♀️

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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.

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Reyna Writes: Mood - A Naughty Alyadrien One-Shot

LMAO, fuck Tumblr, but I wanted to share this, so here it is before I get slapped for being horny on my side blog XD

Enjoy! <3

~Reyna

Rare were the times when Alya woke up before Adrien. But when it happened, she always made sure to take full advantage.

This morning was one such occasion--suddenly, without warning, Alya was awake, and she spent a few minutes grumbling to herself about how unfortunate it was for her to wake up so early on her day off. Seriously, why only an hour after she usually got up for work? There was no justice in the world.

A soft rumbling reached her ears, and Alya glanced up, her scowl automatically transforming into a smile as she took in the slack jaw and messy blonde hair of her boyfriend. His sleeping face was so cute; it was a shame Alya didn’t get to see it more often.

She traced her finger from the bottom of his ear, ghosting over his pulse point. Adrien twitched a little, but continued to doze. As she watched him innocently sleeping, Alya’s teeth began to sink into her lip as she imagined all the dirty things she could be doing to him right now. It was always fun to wake him up this way...and the more she thought about it, the more Alya’s body began to tingle in anticipation. Adrien was somewhat of a heavy sleeper...this was bound to be fun.

Alya decided to start slow, with just a few feathery kisses pressed to the underside of his jaw. Another twitch, and a bit of a mumble, but Adrien slept on. Smirking to herself, Alya went lower, trailing a few teasing nips down his neck, trailing her fingertips down his body.

There was more of a definite reaction this time.

“Mmm,” Adrien groaned, and Alya grinned deviously at the movement below the sheets. Well, Adrien might not be fully awake, but a part of him certainly was...

“Someone’s having naughty dreams,” she purred, her hand slipping under the sheets, the tips of her fingers just barely grazing his thigh.

“Ah,” Adrien yelped, his hips bucking. Alya snickered.

“You’d better wake up,” she teased as her fingers got closer and closer to his erection, her grin growing by the second. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced to have my wicked way with you for the rest of the morning--”

The second her hand closed around his shaft, Adrien’s eyes flew open. He sat up a little, his breath heavy as he blinked away the last of his sleep. His bewildered look was so cute that Alya couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Morning,” she greeted, casually stroking him and relishing in the shiver that went through him. “About time you got up...well, I mean, you’re already up, but--!”

Before she could finish, Adrien lunged at her. Alya squealed, suddenly finding herself face down on the bed, with a magnetic heat pressing itself upon her.

“What did I say,” Adrien’s low voice muttered into her ear, and Alya let out a cry as he suddenly filled her, his hips smacking into her ass with a delicious force, “I about teasing me while I’m asleep?”

“I don’t--ah!--seem to remember,” Alya said, tilting her head back to meet Adrien’s hooded gaze. “Maybe you should remind me.”

“Oh, I’ll remind you all right,” he promised, grabbing Alya’s hands and pressing them against the headboard. “It’ll be a hard and rough reminder.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, babe.”

[miraculousstorytelling]

Get In Loser, We’re Running Away

@zoenightstars​ saw this post, and mentioned that it would be cute as an Alyadrien story, and I was only too happy to take the idea and run with it. Hope you enjoy!

Normally, midnight is the perfect time to work on the Ladyblog. Her family doesn’t bother her, and ambient noise from outside helps her to concentrate. Except, tonight some persistent driver keeps honking right outside her room. She storms over to the window on their fourth honk, ready to shout some choice profanity down at them, but she stops when she sees who it is.

“Adrien?”

He’s leaning out of the window so she can see him, waving up at her when he finally sees her face in the window.

She scrambles back to change into something other than her pajamas before running downstairs. “What are you doing here?” She bends over to speak to him through the passenger window.

He grins back at her. “Get in the car. We’re running away.”

“When did you learn how to drive?” she asks, eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t.” He settles back in his seat. “This is all Mario Kart.”

“I am not getting in this car.” She frowns. “Where did it come from anyway?”

“My dad.”

“He just let you borrow a car?” The idea of Gabriel Agreste allowing his unlicensed son to drive one of his cars so late at night is just a little more than Alya is prepared to believe.

“Well…” Adrien’s smile fades. “Not exactly.”

Alya watches him for a moment, and now that she’s paying attention, she wonders how she could have missed it earlier. Something is wrong. Adrien’s grip on the steering wheel is too tight, and the way he looks at her is just shy of desperate. Her stomach twists in concern, and she almost asks what’s going on, but she can tell by the set of his jaw that isn’t what he needs now.

So, Alya reaches out, opens the car door, and sits beside him. “Where are we going?”

“I couldn’t breathe…” he murmurs finally, so soft she almost misses it.

“What?”

He keeps his eyes on the road while he speaks, but she can’t keep her eyes off him. “It’s my birthday next week, and all he can talk about is designs and shows and fittings. I asked him for the weekend off, and he just told me this was a pivotal point in my career, and I couldn’t afford to miss any opportunity that comes my way.”

“Your father’s a jerk,” she grumbles.

“He’s…” Adrien grimaces, on the verge of defending him, but then he sags back against the seat and sighs. “Yeah. He is.”

“At last he sees the light.” She nudges his side. “I’ve been telling you he’s awful since the day I met him.”

“I know, I know.” He lets out a long, slow breath. “I just hate being in that house. It feels like a cage.”

“That’s because it is a cage,” she insists, straining to keep the anger out of her voice. “And I’m glad you broke out.”

“Me, too.” He manages a glance in her direction. “Thanks for coming with me.”

She smiles. “Hey, you really think I’m gonna let you make a stupid decision like this alone?”

He laughs, and she joins in, happy to see him actually relax.

When they finally pull over, it’s almost dawn. They’ve been giggling over nothing for the past hour, and Alya is pretty sure they’ve driven through the same stretch of road five times somehow. They’re definitely lost, and both of them left their phones at home.

“We don’t have to go back yet, you know.” She jokes, “Maybe if we keep driving, we’ll find an alternate dimension where your dad’s not the worst.”

He chuckles. “Could you imagine? Maybe we’d actually have a normal picture of animals or a landscape over the stairs.”

She groans, thinking of the depressing image of Adrien and his father that now hung there instead. “Oh, that portrait is the worst. It’s like it’s designed to suck the joy out of you as soon as you go inside.”

“Maybe it is.” He jokes. “Maybe my father feeds on other people’s joy.”

She snorts. “That would explain a lot. It’s probably why he never eats with you.”

After a moment of shared laughter, he sighs. “We have to go back eventually, though.”

“I know. But, that doesn’t mean now.” She looks over at the back of the car. “You know, it’s pretty roomy back there.”

“Yeah, I think Nathalie had the seats taken out to transport some outfits.”

She grins. “I have an idea. Drive over there.” She points to an open space out of sight of the road.

He shrugs, but he does it anyway. “Father’s going to notice I’m missing pretty soon. He can track the car.”

“I know. Come on.” She steps out of the car and pops open the trunk to crawl inside and pull out a stack of blankets. “I’m guessing Nathalie left these here.”

He follows her and smiles. “Yeah, she wraps them around the outfits in case there’s a crash.”

Alya nods and spreads them out over the back of the car, folding a couple and arranging them near the back of the seats as she does. “The sun’s rising soon.” She motions for him to join her as she lays back on the blankets. “And we’re pointed the right direction.”

He perks up and climbs in, laying next to her and positioning himself to watch as colors light up the sky. “It looks gorgeous.”

“You look gorgeous,” she teases, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So do you.”

She scoots closer, ducking under his arm and laying on his shoulder. “Yeah, but I already know I’m gorgeous. I think you’re the one who could use a reminder sometimes.”

“I’m a model,” he points out with a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me I’m attractive.”

“I know you’re a model, Mr. I Have a Giant Billboard of Me Wistfully Staring Into the Distance. That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

She raises a brow. “It means I like looking at you. Your stupid face makes me smile.”

He laughs and reaches over to hug her. “Right, of course.”

“Can’t believe I had to spell that out for you,” she teases, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

He’s quiet for a moment, watching the golden light spill over the sky, bathing both of them in warmth. “It looks different outside.”

She sits up to stare down at him. “Hey, you know you’re not stuck there forever, right?”

He tenses and watches her for a moment. “I know.”

“I mean it.” She darts down for a quick kiss. “You’re almost old enough to move out, and then you’re never living somewhere with bars on the windows again.”

“You really think so?” he asks, so low it breaks her heart to know he doesn’t believe it.

“Absolutely.” She flops back beside him, only too happy to paint him a word picture of the very different future she knows he has in store. “We’ll move somewhere with a great view. You’ll be able to see all of Paris from our balcony, and we’ll make everything in the place Ladybug-themed. Even the curtains.”

He laughs. “They sell Ladybug curtains?”

“We can pay Marinette to make them.” She waves a hand. “I’ll be famous enough by then that we’ll be able to afford a custom job.”

“You have everything planned out, huh?”

She chuckles. “Well, I have an idea. But…” Her eyes soften. “Look, I know your dad has this elaborate life plan for you. All I want you to do is be happy. I don’t care what that looks like.”

He relaxes against her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You can even laze around all day if you want. Be my house husband, study physics, fight crime in a Ladybug suit, work as a stunt double, help run the Ladyblog, whatever…”

“A stunt double?” He laughs.

“Hey, I’ve seen you on that rock climbing wall in your room. You could totally pull it off. I’ll even film your audition tape.”

“What if I don’t want to be any of those things?” he asks, and she can tell it’s half serious by the way his grip on her shoulder tightens.

“Then, you can just be my brilliant, gorgeous, pun-loving husband instead,” she murmurs, a hint of laughter in her voice.

He grins. “Are you proposing?”

“I mean, I guess you are kind of cute.”

He tucks her in closer and turns to murmur in her ear. “I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Says the literal model.”

“I mean it.”

“I-”

“Adrien!” The two flinch when they hear Nathalie’s voice, followed by the sharp sound of a car door closing.

“So much for that sunrise,” Alya grumbles, sitting up.

Nathalie reaches them seconds later, breathless and wide-eyed. “Did you drive out here? What were you thinking? Your father was worried sick when you were missing this morning.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Adrien glances over at his bodyguard, approaching the car alone. “He isn’t here, is he?”

Alya bites back a snicker. On one hand, she feels a little sorry for Nathalie, who likely bore the brunt of Gabriel’s frustrations this morning, but on the other hand, it’s always nice to see that she’s been a good influence on Adrien.

“No, but he sent us to find you.” Nathalie frowns. “Get in the car. I’ll drive Alya home.”

“Can we at least finish watching the sunrise first?”

Nathalie pauses, glancing down at her tablet and up at Adrien. “I…”

“It’s really gorgeous from here.” Alya winks at Adrien as she indicates a seat at the end of the trunk. “A lot prettier than an angry Gabriel Agreste.”

“I just want to see a sunrise outside for once in my life,” Adrien says, so low and pleading, Alya can almost feel it tugging at her heart, too. Nathalie, however, seems far more affected by the quiet hope in Adrien’s voice. She looks back at the sunrise, then down at Adrien.

The two of them can see the exact moment Nathalie decides to join. Adrien’s bodyguard must see it, too, because he pulls out a phone to call Gabriel and steps away.

“It does look nice,” Nathalie whispers as she sits on the edge of the trunk.

Adrien knows he’ll have to deal with his father’s repercussions once all of this is done, but he doesn’t regret it. Even when he’s saying goodbye to Alya and riding home alone, the memory of her warmth still clinging to his side. Even when Plagg is looking up at him while he waits for his father, the two of them on edge and worried about what Gabriel will say. Even when his phone and computer are confiscated and he’s grounded for two months, his father looking frustratingly unruffled as he delivers the news. Even when Adrien is laying in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling with nothing to do but count down to the day he’ll wake up to Alya and Ladybug curtains blowing in the breeze.

He falls asleep to the sound of her laughter in his ears and the remembered sight of bright reds and golds from the sunrise blanketing her in color.