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Everything seemed to work out when Lila came back to class, but the day had not gotten off to the smoothest start. Believe it or not, she wasn’t upset with Lila; she knew that her lying was going to be incessant if and when she ever returned. Faking an illness was low, even for Lila, but whatever it took to get to Adrien, she shrugged. 

The person who was supposed to help her, and take her side through the ordeal was the very person who shunned her. Walking into class that day, she would have grumbled, or even fought back if someone like Chloe had told her that she was moving to the back of the class alone. But it was Alya Cesiare. Her best friend. She listed off the pairings: Mylene and Ivan, Rose and Juleka, and of course herself and Nino.

Even though she wound up next to Adrien in the back, she still was not happy with Alya. Her actions led her closer to Adrien, but she will never forget that her friend helped the rest of the class alienate her.

“I’m not talking to you right now.” she scoffed, turning her nose up. 

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ALYA (MARIDEFENSESQUAD)

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It was different.

On the first day that Alya had arrived at the school, so had a particular blond boy. This boy had swept Marinette off her feet so effectively, there were days when he smiled at her and she did not know which way was up. Young love was supposed to be like that, right? Especially when it was someone you knew you were supposed to be with?

But her best friend had always been by her side, cheering her on through everything. Alya knew Marinette better than anyone, aside from a frisky feline on the rooftops, but that was not something that the pigtailed girl felt was the same. No, if there was something upsetting Marinette, Alya knew how to fix it in an instant.

Were they perfect? No, every relationship of every kind has it’s ups and downs. What to work through. What will test them to see if they will last. And every time, Alya and Marinette came out victorious on anything that came their way.

Even, when feelings of friendship became messier. When pictures of Adrien were taken down and swapped around for more of the two girls hanging out, snuggling against each other in photos so they could get a good close up. So they could be closer to one another.

It was different when Marinette realized that she loved Alya as something more than just a friend.

Even on this day, the girl has said she wanted to try and kiss her. To see if the feelings inside of her were nothing more than her imagination playing tricks on her. As one to ensure all the research was done, Alya easily consented, leaning in and pressing a kiss to a very flustered Marinette.

It was different.

But in that moment, as soft lips brushed against each other, a sweet, tender motion that lingered for more than a few seconds, Marinette knew that she would never have it any other way.

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[text message | angel eyes] alya [text message | angel eyes] alya [text message | angel eyes] alya answer me  [text message | angel eyes] alya guess what i got for us

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Alya wanna smooch Marinette (you know who it is)

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“Alya, you can always kiss my cheeks…? O-oh! You mean… You mean…” Nervously smiling, the girl shifted about her blue eyes before reaching up into the auburn locks, fingers intertwining in the tresses as she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss along the Ladyblogger’s lips. Sweet exchange of chapstick was gentle and lingering, a small tug on her lower lip from the dragged graze of her teeth. 

Leaning her head against Alya’s forehead, Marinette’s face bloomed with embarrassed color, her heart pounding before giving Alya’s nose a small peck. “I hope…that will last you for the day, Alya. We can’t do that again until after school, unless we want Monsieur Damocles after us again.”

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I'm in love with you- there, I said it. Alya to Mari (Maridefensesquad)

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“You’re…in love…with me?” The girl stared at the other, her best friend, the person who knew her the best, was confessing to her. It made so much sense, the way that Alya always was there for her, sticking up for her, the closeness that they shared together. 

It wasn’t as if Marinette had not felt those fledgling feelings building in her own heart. 

But there had been Adrien and Nino that came into their lives. Marinette had been swept up in her crush on the blond and Alya had begun to date the young DJ. Even if she felt herself growing closer, thinking about Alya’s soft curls and the bright eyes that were framed by dark rimmed glasses, it was the fact that she was taken that kept Marinette at bay from looking back at the feelings that had sprouted in her heart. 

She would instead throw herself into Adrien, using the help of her best friend. 

Now things were flipped on their head, the girl confessing, making Marinette’s heart race. Everything she had pushed down and was rising up in her throat, tangling across her tongue. “A-Alya..I-I...” She swallowed hard, shutting her eyes tightly. How could she even deal with this revelation?

With a swift motion, arms flew up around Alya’s shoulders, Marinette burying her face over the other’s shoulder. Red stained her cheeks as she glanced towards her locks, heart hammering against her chest. “I...” Squeezing her tighter, the pigtailed girl took a shaking breath. 

“I...f-feel the same way.”

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From Alya to Marinette: a friendship necklace and charm bracelet, with a few charms already affixed; an Eiffel tower, a heart, and a pink macaron. She takes one hand in hers and puts the other on her face. "Marinette you are my best friend. I'm sorry for taking lilas word, and not considering anything you wanted when we blindly followed her. I love you Mari, you are my best friend and I would never trade you for anything. Do you forgive me?"

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Opening the box from Alya had been difficult only for one reason: Marinette had been dodging and darting away from the Ladyblogger, so it had been nearly impossible to give it. 

Marinette did not want to face the impending conversation, the emotions that surfaced because, yes, she cared so much about Alya, but felt so hurt after the events that occurred between her, Alya, and Lila. Friends were supposed to stick with each other, believe each other, and her friend had let her down. Marinette could feel the hurt words rising behind her lips as she looked over the charm, readying to accept it but to walk away for a little while longer. 

Marinette wasn’t sure she was ready to face Alya just yet. 

Before the girl could thank Alya and turn away, the apology came flowing out of her friend. The dark haired girl stood quiet before her, mouth gaping just slightly in surprise at the rush of feelings that her best friend must have been bottling up, just as much as she was. 

Alya knew Marinette better than almost anyone else. It was why they were friends and both of them had been hurting all this time. 

A smile finally came to Marinette’s expression as she pulled her hand back from Alya’s grip and instead used it to wrap around the other girl, pulling her into a tight embrace. Fingers brushed through the soft strands as she nestled herself into the crook of her friend’s neck, breathing in deeply for a moment. 

She had missed her so much. 

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Alya. I was so angry, I’m sorry I didn’t apologize sooner too. We’re best friends, and it’s always going to be that way, promise.”

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“Listen, I’d like to apologise. I definitely didn’t mean to break your window, and I’m happy to help fix it - but given the choice was allowing someone to get hit by a car and me getting flung into your window, I’ll pick the window.”

Vale was out, once again, in his Dragonfly garb, and was looking rather unscathed for someone who had just been knocked straight into a window at high speed.

Go figure.

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     he wasn’t cheesy. no matter what people could say about this, he was not cheesy. it’s not like he intended to go shopping and get matching pajamas for the two of them- it was just a coincidence he stumbled over the store as there was a one day sale on all fleece wear. he just happened choose a night where his family were out watching a movie to build a mini fort inside his living room; it was a complete fluke. maybe the three tins of cocoa mix in the cupboard and bought sugar cookies from marinette’s bakery were intentional, though.

     the look on her face as he sheepishly opened the door in his rudolf pajamas with the christmas radio on in the background was what he was waiting for.

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