Stay - a series of one shots

With You

Author's note | this is a ghost whisperer au. So just with that it may be angsty. But with this it's also a adrinette prompt I felt I had to write. The premise is Marinette died , and Alya the good "ghost whisperer." She is wants to get her best friend to transfer to the other side. But the issue is Marinette doesn't know she died, Adrien won't allow her to find out and Alya is too scared to let go. I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this. All characters go to their proper owners. This has a T rating due to mentions of death and mentions of the afterlife. I promise this will be an angsty kinda fluff. So without further ado. ENJOY!!

With you.

Ghosts were some of the oddest things. There were good ghosts , bad ghosts and the uncertain ghosts. Not all of them came back. Only the ones with things they didn't do before they passed. Whether it be say goodbye to a spouse or apologize to an old friend. It was always a mystery of why they did what they did. Why coming back was so important. Alya knew this when she first went into the business. It was tough but someone had to do it. Someone had to be the mediator and communicate to the ghosts from the living world. But the one thing that surprised her no matter what. Was how someone could not know they died.

Ghosts haunted the place they were last seen or where they were the most happy. Most often they were the same place, and often times they were completely different. They came back in a haunting form, a beam of darkness folding around them as they entered. The sound that came with them as moaning and scary noises. Something she believed would be seen in a horror movie. They also entered in a deformed figure until you knew who they were. As stories came as did actual forms. Like, it wasn't a surprise this was happening. But it also wasn't something she wanted to happen. This ghost though , she was something different. Immediately Alya knew her story, immediately she knew her heartbreaks and good moments. And most of all she knew who she was. Laughter came instead of moans. Happy cries and childish laughter. That was how she wanted to remember this ghost.

And this ghost didn't even go alone either. A fear almost any ghost you'd meet would have. She went with loving parents and a good home. The bakery had a fire. And with the building. As did all three people inside.

Marinette. Her best friend since childhood. People mourned for weeks on end, but soon enough they finished with the mourning. People cried all they had and things stopped. They realized the earth would keep spinning and Marinette became a "In Memory of." Page in the middle of the yearbook. Those that remained mourning though, her friends Alya, Nino and Adrien... the name that once made her heart flutter and made her know one day she would marry Adrien...well that one day passed. And now it wouldn't happen. Alya went to therapy and wrote letters to marinette she would need send and the other would never see. She did things she knew Marinette would be happy seeing her friend doing. Nino wrote music for his fallen friend, keeping her energetic and out there spirit alive. No matter what. And Adrien, went to therapy, and often didn't come to school. Unable to move to the place the bluenette often sat behind him. He went on days he knew he should of gone. He was the worst of the three, but yet was the model for the perfect example of grief. Something he didn't take proudly.

Had something she had to do, something she has to get done and Alya's job was to figure out how to do this.

"Alya!!" Her best friend cheered. A bright smile entering onto her face. And this happened every single night for at least an hour before Alya had to head home. One night though she heard more laughter than usual. Entering in and seeing Adrien sitting across from Marinette. "I've never seen him so mad." He said with a small smile on his face. It was sad, but there nonetheless. "My dad just stood there and said..." he stopped and mimicked the deep voice "did you just trip down the catwalk." Causing Marinette to smile brightly, something she knew she would miss once this actually happened. This was the first of many occurances where this took place. Where the conversations seemed so alive it took all of Alya not to cry.