#alyabug

Chapter 1/2: the near-death equivalent of a booty call

Unknown Number hi Alya sorry to bug you i just need some hump. i mean help. oh god yo-yo voice-to-text is so—OW. FUCK. sorry i’m fine. well no i’m not. that’s why i’m texting. i’m outside your building? A series of texts from an unknown number leads Alya outside in the middle of the night to help an injured Ladybug—and to learn exactly why the girl behind the mask seems to trust her so much.

The thing is, this was… mostly a joke.

It’s too late, though, and Marinette’s shocked expression sends Alya’s heart plummeting. She can’t stop herself from saying more- the powers of the truth akuma that struck her are too strong.

“From that very first day I met her, I couldn’t really think of anyone else, but it’s impossible to date a superhero!”

The words are muffled against her hands, and she squeezes her eyes shut trying to stop it.

“But then it started to change and I-” she clamps down hard on her lip, nearly drawing blood, even as her words pile up on her tongue.

It hurts to resist the draw of the akuma, but it’s just as painful to spill her secret heartaches to Marinette.

Marinette, her best friend in the world. Marinette, who’s a little flakey and a lot crazy. Marinette, who she trusts more than anyone else.

Marinette.

Her girlfriend.

Alya shudders, then, and drops to her knees. It’s taking all of her willpower to deny her truth, it’s unbearable, it’s smothering, it’s-

A hand sets gently on her shoulder, and then another. They’re calm points, something to ground her against the tide of ever-growing secrets that yearn to spill from her lips.

She looks up, and Marinette is smiling at her. Brilliant and beautiful, she steals Alya’s breath away, like always, only she’s confused now, too.

“And then what happened, Alya?” she coaxes, impossibly sweet, somehow understanding even though Alya’s never told her this before.

Slowly, she lets the words stream out.

“...and I kissed her. And... I think I scared her away.”

Her cheeks grow warm with shame, and her vision blurs, just a little. She’s never said anything about this to anyone, even though months have passed. It still hurts.

Alay draws a shaking breath, nearly breaking further when Marinette wipes away some of her tears.

“She fights terrifying and dangerous akumas and amoks every day and I scared her.” She sniffles. “I fucked up, so badly. And I tried to move on.”

Pausing, she notices Marinette looks sad now, too. Guilty, maybe, but what would she have to be guilty for?

“I did move on, I swear I did, but I-”

And she stops again. The next words might hurt the most, not just for herself, but for Marinette, too. But she doesn’t even have to say them.

“But you still love her. Don’t you?” She says it softly, and somehow, Alya knows that she feels the same sort of heartbreak.

“...Yes. I do.” 

The akuma’s power begins to wear off, but it’s already done what it set out to do, and there’s no reason to hold back anymore. Not that there’s anything left to say.

“Marinette, I’m-”

“I’m sorry,” Marinette says, cutting her off. “I never meant...” 

She shakes her head, and laughs a little, though it sounds forced.

Oo Alyanette. I haven't delved too much into that one, mostly because I have worked on other ships. No hate though, they're cute as besties or GFs.

If I were to pick one...

Marinette was too shy to confess her feelings to Alya, both love and girls being new to her. So instead she approached Alya as Ladybug.

First it was just lingering to give her more info 'for the blog' and being a 'dutiful hero'. Then came hanging out as Ladybug, not-date-dates, long talks on Paris rooftops about life and lonliness.

Finally Marinette reveals herself to Alya at the same time she confesses her feelings and asks to make their relationship official.

Alya's response was a smile and, "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more amazing."

She has never told wether she was talking about Ladybug, or Marinette.

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