What if 'the one' split into two...?
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Lady Luck herself, has finally fallen on her feet after years of playing catch-up. Her boss, Mary Humphries of The House of Humphries, has invited her to be first assistant at an important...
"Let me make sure I've got this straight. You're telling me that you're Adrien, and at the same time, you're also Chat Noir. You've been living with Marinette for the past month while she's been dating you, and nobody else has been able to see you."
Alya's finger darted back and forth between Adrien and Chat Noir as if trying to piece together the most intricate puzzle. Marinette felt even more perplexed and distressed than the famed 'morning after'. It had been two days since the wedding, and two days since the two guys in her life had become a Rubik's cube she couldn't solve.
"Yep, that's pretty much it," Marinette replied with a strained smile, her lips twitching as she tried to accept her new bizarre reality.
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"May I just add, they were only platonic plus ones," Chat Noir interjected.
"Until two days ago," Adrien sniped back.
"I had her first," Chat Noir replied.
"I think you'll find I was there too —"
"Will you guys just stop it! All you do is argue," Marinette said, glaring between them. "We're never going to fix this!"
"He started it!" They spoke at the same time.
Alya stood up, a chuckle escaping her lips as she looked at Marinette. "This is some freaky shit!"
"You have no idea, Watch this." Marinette walked over to Chat Noir, pulling an arm back and punching him right in the gut. In a matter of seconds, Chat Noir and Adrien were both doubled over from the unprovoked attack.
Alya was bouncing on her seat. "Oh, that's so cool! I want to have a go!"
"I don't think so, Lois Lane." Chat Noir took a swift step backwards away from Alya and almost hid behind his civilian self.
Alya turned to Marinette. "So, originally you couldn't touch Chat Noir, but now you can?"
Marinette nodded in response, a little worried about where Alya was going with this.
"Have you thought about maybe having some 'fun' with both?"
"Alya, no!" Adrien suddenly exclaimed, looking at his leather-clad alter ego and screwing up his nose. "I have standards, you know!"
Chat Noir snorted, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at himself. "You didn't have many when you—"
"I was in the privacy of my own room! It's not my fault you decided to spy on me!" Adrien turned to look Chat Noir in the eye, hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. All they ever seemed to do was try to 'out-buff' the other...and Marinette was growing tired of it.
"Can you two just quit it!" Marinette almost growled. She turned away from both of them and went to collapse on the sofa.
Alya followed slightly after, and from the grin on her friend's face, Alya hadn't finished ridiculing her just yet. "So, which one are you dating?"
