Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots

Valentine's Day

Valentine's day was coming up, and Marinette was feeling brave.

Well, sort of brave.

Actually, not that brave at all.

Even so, she said to Alya, "I'm gonna do it."

"What?" Alya responded.

"I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna tell Adrien."

For a second, Alya paused. She stared at Marinette with a blank expression, like she expected her to say, "Nah, I'm kidding." But Marinette didn't.

Alya was flipping out. "FINALLY! DEAR GOSH, MY DEAR FRIEND, FINALLY! I'M SO GLAD YOU'VE MADE THIS DECISION. EEK!"

She threw her arms over Marinette, squeezed her tight. "I'm so proud of you, girl. I know you'll do great. Now," she pulled away. "How are you gonna do it?"

After having told Alya, the idea of what she was going to do seemed so much more real to Marinette. She was gonna tell Adrien she liked him?

No, that was crazy.

"Actually, Alya," started Marinette cautiously. "I'm not going to tell him."

"But why not?" Alya fired back. "Girl, you just told me you would, and I'm not letting you go back on your word, not after I've been waiting for so long."

"It's a terrible idea though. Can you imagine? What if he doesn't like me? What if he rejects me? Oh god, what if he laughs at me? What if he thinks I'm pathetic or something?"

"Oh no," she continued. "Yeah, no way I'm doing this. NOPE."

Marinette knew Alya wasn't going to let her go so easily.

"NOPE. No way you're not doing this, Marinette. Let's get this settled."

She took Marinette by the wrist, and dragged her to the bakery.

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Up in Marinette's room, Marinette was once again protesting. "But why?"

"Because you have an obsessive crush on him," Alya replied. "You have to tell him sooner or later."

"I pick later."

"Sooner."

It was impossible to argue with Alya, but Marinette made one last, disappointing attempt.

"Later?"

"No. Let's plan. What are you thinking?"

"That I shouldn't do this."

"No. What's your plan?"

"Not to tell the boy of my dreams that I'm madly in love with him. That can happen after we get married and have three kids."

"Ah, Marinette." Alya face palmed, shaking her head and laughing lightly. "When are you gonna understand? You have to tell the boy first, then see where it goes from there."

Marinette groaned and flopped into her chair.

She finally gave in. "So I guess I'll... do something..."

"Yes! What's it gonna be? Something totally Marinette."

"I could write him a poem."