Miraculous One Shot Stories

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕴𝕴𝕴: Alyanette

"Where did you say you got this cut again?"
"I-I fell from a tree."
"Right."

Alya soaked a purple cloth in water, dabbing it lightly on Marinette's cheek as to not hurt the bluenette further. She then proceeded to wring the cloth tightly, submerging it in the bowl of water on the table beside them. She took an alcohol-free wipe from a small packet inside the green medical kit she was using.

"What kind of tree," The brunette began, unconsciously stopping mid-sentence due to the majority of her attention being concentrated on cleaning Marinette's wound. "What kind of tree gave you a nasty cut like this one?" She repeated, finishing her sentence.

"W-well..." Marinette began slowly, watching carefully as Alya took another wipe. The words in her mind were all jumbled-up - it was a pretty nasty wound for falling down a tree, and Marinette was awful at making up stories.

"You know, one of those huge oak trees - the ones that are impossible to climb." The blue-haired girl said, watching Alya - whose eyes didn't once leave the cut. She hoped that would be enough to put a stop to Alya's prying.

"Why exactly were you climbing a tree?" It wasn't the end of the interrogation. She should've just asked her mum for help, or cleaned the wound herself - not that she knew how to. She hadn't expected Alya to be so inquisitive, though, she was a reporter: that was the job description.

"I was looking for inspiration." Marinette blurted out out hastily, elongating the 'I' for an oddly long time before finishing the rest of her sentence. Alya seemed not to take any notice while she wiped the cut one last time. She considered the blue-haired girl's words, not verbally expressing her response just yet.

"You want a plaster on that?" She asked, searching the fairly large medical kit for larger plasters that would cover the cut in case Marinette said yes. And she did.

In an instant the plaster was on, hiding the cut beneath it. "If it starts to bleed again, see a doctor." Alya said, beginning to clean up all the medical equipment splayed out on the table. Marinette stayed on the chair, her eyes following the brunette attentively while she tipped the bowl of water into the sink.

"Try staying on the ground when you're looking for inspiration," Alya walked back to the table, leaning on her chair and smiling in amusement at Marinette. "And if you need anyone to climb trees for you, hit me up." The blue-haired girl smiled, replying with an exhausted, yet cheery, "Will do."

For the first time that day, since Marinette had appeared at Alya's doorstep with a bloody cheek, their eyes met. The bluenette should've said thank you and left, but she stayed. Always looking at Alya, always relying on Alya - always Alya.

And Alya didn't politely show her out. She too stayed exactly where she was, eyes locked with Marinette's. Never looking away from Marinette, never abandoning Marinette - always Marinette.

Something tugged at Marinette's chest, continuously. There was something there - some feeling they'd both discovered, but not yet identified. Something that had been there for a while but was now almost impossible to ignore.

Finally, the blue-haired girl rose from the chair, almost tumbling forward into Alya - who caught her just in time. More tugging at both their chests. It was becoming suffocating to suppress the feeling.

Marinette stood up and her face was inches from Alya's, with the brunette's arms still wrapped around her slightly trembling body. She was panting, out of shock, and Alya could feel every breath lightly touch her face. Her chest felt like it had been submerged beneath water for days, and yet was still fighting for the air above the surface.

Slowly, Marinette leaned forward, and her lips pressed gently against Alya's and Alya's lips remained where Marinette had placed her's. They were above water, breathing perfectly as if they hadn't been drowning for the past few months trying to make sense of this feeling that had repetitively tugged at their chests.

The blue-haired girl pulled away, but the brunette pulled her back. Closer this time, with her hands tugging at Marinette's clothing. And Marinette didn't protest.

So this was what it felt like to breathe.

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Requested by _-Perses-_ hope you like it!
I listened to 'Training Wheels' by Melanie Martinez on a loop like 10 times while writing this-