When someone sent in the link to the celebrity gossip
article with that picture in it, Alya
immediately ran out of her house, already calling Marinette on speed dial.
“Do not google
Adrien or Ladybug until I get there!” Alya ordered as soon as she heard the
phone pick up. She ran down the street, hoping to get to Marinette’s place
“Too late,” Marinette replied, voice faint, and Alya cursed.
Finally reaching her destination, Alya flung open the bakery
door, shouted “Hi Mme Cheng Hi M. Dupain gottatalktoMarinettebyeeeeeee!” as she shot past the
startled customers to reach the house part of the building, took the three
flights of stairs two steps at a time, slammed open the trap door to Marinette’s
room, and froze at the sight of Marinette curling into herself in front of her
A screen which very clearly showed a photo of Ladybug
“Oh, Marinette,” Alya sighed. She walked over to her best
friend, pulling up a chair next to Marinette, and pulling her into a hug. “Ladybug
doesn’t hold a candle to you, girl. You’ll snatch Adrien right up from under
Marinette let out a laugh that was on the worrying side of
hysterical, burying her head in Alya’s shoulder.
“You don’t believe me?” Alya asked, and petted Marinette
when she shook her head no, face and hands still pressed into Alya’s shirt. “Okay,
tell me—who’s the one who keeps showering Adrien in gifts?”
“Me,” came the muffled reply.
“Who’s the one who shares Adrien’s taste in music and video
games?” Alya continued.
“Who’s the one who destroyed their classmates’ dreams of
fame and glory to get a chance at Adrien?”
Marinette snorted before answering, “Me.”
“Who went from snubbing Adrien to completely denying any
feelings for him to practising kissing with his magazine photos in one week?”
Lifting her head, Marinette glared at Alya with a blush that
reached the tips of her ears. “Alya, you promised you wouldn’t bring that up!!”
“Marinette, as the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed, it’s
definitely going into my maid of honour speech at your and Adrien’s wedding.”
Groaning at Alya’s snickers, Marinette leaned back in her
chair, sliding her eyes to the side to stare at the photo of Ladybug and
“She kissed him because he saved someone from an akuma,”
“I know,” says Marinette, before she stiffens. “U-uh because
of the article! That I totally read!!” she said, waving her hands.
Alya nodded, trying to think of what else she could say to
assure Marinette that all hope wasn’t lost.
Ladybug was an actual, honest-to-goodness superhero, and Adrien seemed really into that kiss, if the after
photo of him on knees as he watched Ladybug swing away was any indication.
“Ladybug may have her Lucky Charms, but you got me,” Alya finally said, resting her
hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “And believe me, whatever else Ladybug has, it’s
nothing compared to you, girl. You’re
one of the best people I’ve ever met, and Adrien is going to fall for you the
second you get his attention.”
“Alya…,” Marinette began, sniffing. “You’re pretty amazing
too.” She clenched her hands in front of her in determined little fists. It was
as inspiring as it was adorable. “Okay! It’s decided! I’ll keep trying to get
him to notice me as Marinette!”
“Yeah!” Alya cheered.
“And I’ll definitely print out that photo of Ladybug and
“And keep it with me for whenever I need inspiration!!”
By the time Alya gathered her thoughts, Marinette was
already halfway to printing the photo.