Summary: Everyone knows that Ladybug, Volpina, and Queen Bee are the ultimate superhero team (despite some petty arguments every now and then). However, Marinette, Alya, and Chloe... not so much. A girls' night in is exactly what they need! PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE FOR ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!

Notes: Alright so I'm a light weight when it comes to my writing. You all know this. You've seen it. I marked this series as "T" to be safe because I wasn't sure what I would be writing and now I kinda know. So, fair warning, if you're squeamish like me (really, I'm 100% certain I'm stuffed with cotton at this point), heads up. There are some "Teen" rated questions in this short story. So my anon #2 on Tumblr, I hope you enjoy your request as well as everyone else!

Chloé Bourgeois slammed a hand down on the desk-table of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Alya Césaire. Both girls, along with most of the class, jumped. She glared them down hard. "I can't believe you two came to school wearing those outfits." Alya looked down and then back up.

"Chloé, we always wear these outfits."

She brushed her bangs back with a flourish, "And you always look trashy."

Marinette stood then, "At least we don't look like an over-ripe banana every day." The class audibly gasped in unison. She was certain she heard Kim eagerly elbowing Alix in the side as the fight seemingly was about to escalate but Chloé, being smarter than some people actually gave her credit for, cut her losses, turned with a humph, and returned to her seat just as their teacher walked in to begin the lesson. Marinette sat back down.

When all eyes were off of her, the darker haired girl opened a white piece of paper left on the corner of her desk. It had a simple hand-written message on it that read:

Eight PM. Back door. I'll be sure to let the two of you in. All snacks provided by me.

She slid the note over to her desk mate. Alya read it, nodded her head, and turned back to the lesson. Both girls had a soft smile on their face and the same thought on their mind, 'As if we're letting her provide all the snacks."

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Very few people were on the streets of Paris around Le Grand Paris at eight PM. Some cars traveled past and every now and then they could hear honks or other noises in the distance but it wasn't anything to worry about. In fact, Chat Noir promised he had patrol on lock for sure. He would call or get their attention somehow if an akuma started to attack. Tonight was just a girl's night for sure. Marinette and Alya giggled with each other before the darker skinned girl raised her hand to knock on the back door of the hotel but to their surprise, it was flung open to a slightly flustered looking Chloé on the other side. She blushed.

"I-I wasn't waiting for you two or anything," she mumbled. Alya rolled her eyes.

"Sure you weren't Chloé." She walked past her into the kitchen of the hotel, "Just like you didn't want everyone to know that you were actually inviting me and Marinette over for a sleepover tonight."

"Think about it fox-brain," she huffed, shutting the door behind the two girls. "We've hated each other for two years. What do you think everyone will think if we suddenly are buddy-buddy?"

"That you were finally given a human spirit?"

"Har-har."

"Ladies, can we argue somewhere that isn't the middle of a busy kitchen on a Friday night," Marinette noted. She nodded her head at a couple of the assistant chefs that were staring at them highly confused. The two appropriately bowed their heads. Chloé led them to the service elevator; it was faster and more private than going back out to the main elevators in the hotel lobby. Like she pointed out, it probably wouldn't be a good thing if too many people knew that they were talking very abruptly after two years of straight, close to bare knuckle, fighting with each other. She did, however, at least have the foresight to tell her father and the butler about the sleepover happening tonight.

The ride up was quiet. When the elevator dinged and opened the door, she led the way down to a pair of white double doors. Her butler stood outside. She made a request for some snacks to be sent up. He bowed, going to get them.

Alya and Marinette smiled at each other. She opened the door to her room and motioned them inside.

It didn't matter how many times Marinette saw it, whether in the mask or out, it still amazed her at the sheer size of the other girl's room. She was certain that about three or four of her own rooms could fit inside the space. Chloé motioned to the couch. "You can sit your stuff there."

"Oh no no. We're not going to be playing this game." Alya pointed to the bed. "Go get your pillows." Chloé balked.

"What?"

"Go get your pillows."

"And the blankets," Marinette chirped.

"And you might want to call for extras from your butler."

"Oh! Change into your pajamas. We're doing this. We're having a legit slumber party!"

The blonde girl hesitated, momentarily looking confused, as Marinette gave her a playful shove to get her back in motion. She disappeared to her bedroom for a second to do as ordered. The other two took the moment to change into their own nightclothes and to start rearranging some of the couch cushions to make a comfortable sleeping area (if they ever got to that). Chloé came back with the requested covers and pillows, "Bentley's bringing more … what in the world are you two doing to my room?"

"Pillow fort," Mari cheered. Alya came up to wrap an arm around her neck.

"You've ever made one before Queen Bee?" Her face paled. She couldn't look either girl in the face.

"Yeah… a long time ago… with my mom."

They froze for a second. Chloé was sure she was going to cry until Alya gave her a squeeze around the shoulder. She looked up. The other girl was smiling at her with such gentleness that she was shocked into silence. Few people ever gave her such a look. If they did it was more out of hatred, out of spite. It was meant to be derogatory.
Alya's wasn't.

"Hey," she assured her, "Let's make some new memories okay? Happier ones. Your mom might not be here but you definitely can count on me and Marinette to be. We're your partners after all." She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as Alya took some of the pillows from her hands and went over to where the couch cushions were stacked around. Marinette took them from her, spreading them out and making a comfy looking tent. At one point, Alya dared to smack Marinette with a pillow which resulted in an immediate pillow fight which further resulted in at least two dead pillows, feathers everywhere, and giggles erupting from the throat of each them. There was a knock on the door. They were giggling too much for permission to be given so Bentley opened the door and was amazed to see such a mess in the room. Chloé righted herself quickly. She cleared her throat.

"Sorry Bentley. We'll get it cleaned later."

The man about had a heart attack. Instead, he smiled and provided the girls with their requested pillows and snacks before disappearing out the door again. They decided that that was enough of fighting. They finished the fort and crawled in.

Their kwamis came out of hiding. Trixx nuzzled up to both Pollen and Tikki before flying around all of their heads, settling in on a cushion nearby. Tikki grabbed a cookie that Mari offered from her bag before she slid out the other snacks.

"I thought I told you I …." Alya put a finger on her lips.

"Oh no you don't. Do you see these snacks?" She held up a carrot. "This is a sleepover not a health fest. One night of "bad" eating isn't going to kill any of us. That's why Mari and I so generously brought…" They dumped their bags out to reveal a mountain's worth of junk food and sweets from the Dupain-Cheng bakery, "…the snacks!" Chloé stared them down. Eventually she conceded, taking a macaroon from Marinette when she offered it. Alya then opened a bag of chips and offered some to Trixx who took one. Pollen went for a honey-flavored candy Marinette offered to her. Once everyone was settled, Alya smirked. She pulled out her phone. "Alright girls, game time! Truth or Dare Marinette."

"Why do I feel like this is going to be a dangerous game?"

"Truth or Dare."

"Ugh… uh…. Truth."

"Great. How many people have you had a wet dream about in our class?" Chloé nearly spit out her drink. Tikki, Trixx, and Pollen gasped. Marinette turned scarlet. Alya just continued shooting her a smirk. "Answer the question."

Marinette buried her face in her hands. She mumbled something out but neither of it heard it.

"What was that?"

She sighed and held up a number. Four. Alya practically jumped her. "Their names! I want their names!"

Marinette shoved her off. "No way! The question was just for the number. Somebody else's turn!" Alya sat back down and humphed.

"Fine but don't think I won't find out."

She stuck her tongue out. "In your dreams."

"Chloé," Alya ignored her, "Truth or dare."

"Ugh, I'm so going to regret this," she groaned, "but truth."

"Truth then… ah! Here's a good one. Have you ever or would you consider ever stripping for anyone who asked?" Marinette gagged.

"Oh my god! Alya!"

Chloé raised a hand to stop the other girl. Looking at her with a straight face, she answered seriously with, "Depends on who's asking."

"Nuh-huh. It says anyone. You can't exclude."

"Well that's ridiculous," she huffed. "I'm not going to strip for just anyone."

"But you would strip," Marinette hesitantly asked. Chloé's face erupted and she looked at the top of the blanket tent they were in.

"I mean… uh…."

"No need to get embarrassed now." Alya poked her cheek. She slapped it away.

"Okay. Fine. Yes. I would strip but it would matter who asked and no I am not giving names." Alya's face twisted into a pout. Marinette chuckled and took her phone.

"Alright Alya, your turn. Truth or dare."

"No way," Chloé scoffed. "We did truth. She gets no choice. It's truth."

"That's not how this is played Chloé!"

"To bad. We're changing the rules." The blonde crossed her arms defiantly and stuck her tongue out at the other girl. Alya growled lowly. Marinette, being the peace keeper, scrolled down on the list until she found a good question: "Have you slept in a bed with someone other than a family member?"

She laughed , "Of course I have." The two girls jumped forward, eager to hear more but she tisked at them and sat back. "Oh no you don't. I didn't hear your secrets so you don't get to hear mine." They sat back disappointed, making the same noise and movement. This elicited giggles from all of them and the game continued long into the night until Marinette, who everyone knew was very fond of her sleep, demanded that they try to get a couple of hours at best so there wouldn't be any grumpiness in her body the following day.

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Paris was pleasingly shocked by the dynamics of the new superhero team with the next akuma. There was no squabbling like in the past. They were quick, efficient, and above all, far closer as a team than anybody would have ever expected.