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The Week That Was	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 3443 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Monday
- 2-Tuesday
- 3-Wednesday
- 4-Thursday
- 5-Friday
- 6-Saturday
- 7-Sunday
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Marinette dreamt of kissing Chat Noir, of going on dates with him, getting married, moving in together, and having a litter of kittens with him.
She blinked herself awake, confused by her own imaginings.
'That isn't even biologically possible,' she mumbled.
Tikki popped up at the foot of her bed. 'Good, you're awake. Time to rise and shine, Sleepyhead.'
Marinette grumbled unintelligibly as she crawled out of bed, putting the weird dream out of her mind.

Adrien awoke feeling anxious. He hurried to get ready, but his hands shook so badly he dropped things and fumbled his shoelaces.
'What's wrong with you?' Plagg asked.
Adrien looked up at him with wide eyes. 'I like Marinette.'
'Yes, and?'
'She's best friends with Alya.'
Plagg rolled his arm, indicating Adrien should get to the point.
'They tell each other everything. What'll I do if Alya's told her that I like her?'
Plagg rolled his eyes as he flipped upside down. 'This has only occurred to you now? Look, if that happens, just call the nosy girl a liar.'
'I can't do that,' Adrien exclaimed.
'Why not?'
'Because that would make me the liar.'
'Then admit it's the truth and deal with it.'
He threw his hands up. 'I can't do that, either.'
'Why the hell not?' Plagg was getting irritated.
Adrien curled in on himself. 'She'll reject me.'
Plagg heaved a sigh, and drifted down to settle on Adrien's knee. 'I think it's time you asked yourself the hard questions.'
Adrien looked at him, one eyebrow cocked.
'Do you really like this girl, or do you just like the idea of her?'
Adrien opened his mouth, ready to defend himself, when Nathalie knocked on his door.
'Adrien, you going to be late.'
He gave Plagg a hard stare, then turned to the door. 'Be right there.'
Plagg hovered out of the way, while Adrien sprinted around the room in his rush to finish getting ready. Adrien caught Plagg in his fist as he bolted out the door and to the car, foregoing breakfast. Plagg wheezed like a broken squeaky toy when Adrien hid him in his bag.
When he got to school, he saw Alya waiting by the stone bannister at the bottom of the steps. He leapt from the car, and jogged over to her.
'Hey, Alya,' he said, forcing himself to appear casual.
Alya looked up as she shoved her phone back in her pocket. 'Hey, Vanilla Bean. What's up?'
Adrien stood before her, shuffling uneasily. 'I need to ask you something.'
She raised an eyebrow. 'Shoot.'
Cringing, he asked, 'you didn't tell Marinette that I like her, did you?'
'What? I ain't no snitch.'
'Um, that's a double negative.'
'You know what I mean.'
'Do I?'
Alya sighed, then placed her hands on his shoulders. 'I didn't tell her. That's your job. Besides, I wouldn't do something like that.'
'Thank you,' he breathed.
Alya crossed her arms, looking at him expectantly.
'Yeah,' he drawled, taking a cautious step back. 'You see, I've been thinking, and now I'm not sure whether I like-like her, or if I just like the idea of her.'
He winced as he waited for her reaction.
Alya was staring at him with a blank expression. 'That's actually a pretty good question,' she answered, slowly. 'I mean, yeah, she has a lot of great qualities, but she's never been especially receptive toward you. I'd say you've got a lot to think about.'
'You're not mad?'
She shook her head, with a small smile. 'I'm just glad you're asking yourself this question before you said something to her, and messed with her head.'
Adrien gasped. 'I'd never.'
'Not intentionally,' she agreed, 'but some people aren't so introspective. I'd have to kill you if you jerked her around like that.'
He gulped. 'Ok, good talk.'
He spun on his heel and left to find Nino.

An akuma struck during lunch time.
Ladybug sighed as she dodged an attack from the aggrieved tour guide. The woman, Scene It, was barely a threat, apart from a possible copywrite infringement, but she was a nuisance and a woman in need of assistance.
She was defeated easily, and soon, Ladybug was exchanging a celebratory fist bump with Chat Noir under the Eiffel Tower in front of hundreds of people.
Chat Noir slung a companionable arm over her shoulders.
'Good work today, as usual,' he complemented her.
She blushed, bringing her hands up to her mouth to stifle a giggle.
He smiled indulgently. 'You're adorable, Buginette. Or, perhaps it should be adora-bug?'
Lost for words, Ladybug twined her fingers and looked bashfully at the ground. It was rare for him to pay such a personal compliment.
'Well, I have to go before I change back. See you next time, Ladybug.' He extended his staff, and vaulted away.
Just like that, the moment was gone.
Ladybug schooled her expression, then gave the audience a final wave before heading back to school.
She wished Chat Noir paid as much attention to Ladybug as he did Marinette.
'Although, that could cause some problems, too,' she muttered, as she landed on her balcony.
She detransformed, allowing a weary Tikki to rest inside her jacket. She then went down to the family kitchen.
'Hi, Honey, I didn't realise you were home,' Sabine said, with mild surprise.
'Yeah, I'm a ninja,' Marinette joked.
Sabine laughed. 'There's some hot vegetables and salmon here, if you'd like.'
She nodded, and perched on a stool. 'Sounds great, Maman, thanks.'
The rest of the day was quiet. Even Chloe had been uncharacteristically subdued since Adrien reprimanded her. It was a welcome change.
Perversely, rather than settle Marinette's nerves, the peacefulness left her feeling restless. She fidgeted in her seat and absorbed nothing from her lessons.
After school let out, she waved distractedly to Alya, then went home to do her chores.
She assisted in the shop, cleaned the family kitchen, took out the garbage, then went to look at her homework. Unfortunately, her mind didn't want to focus on quiet things.
She paced for an hour before Sabine called her for dinner. She ate quickly, helped Tom clean up, then excused herself, citing the need to finish her homework. She swiped a large handful of biscuits for Tikki as she went.
Back in her room, Marinette resumed pacing.
Tikki watched from the desk, as she built a biscuit wall around herself. 'What's on your mind, Marinette?'
'Nothing. Everything,' she replied, gesticulating wildly.
'Is this about Chat Noir?' Tikki asked, with a sly grin.
'No. I don't know. Yes,' the upward inflection made it sound like a question.
Tikki removed a biscuit from the top of her wall, then shoved it in her mouth whole. 'Tell me what's on your mind,' she suggested, her words badly garbled.
Marinette's pacing and frenzied gesturing increased. 'I love Chat Noir, we've established that. But it would appear that Chat Noir has a thing for Marinette.'
'Isn't that good news?' Tikki was still working on her biscuit, one eye shut as she concentrated on chewing.
'It should be, but I want him to notice Ladybug as well.'
'You said yourself that could pose its own bevy of problems.'
Marinette slumped into her desk chair. 'I can't have it both ways, I know that. He doesn't know I'm the same person, so if he liked both of me he'd either be a cheating cad, or he'd tear himself apart trying to make a decision.'
'Knowing him, which do you think would be more likely?'
'The second one.' Marinette let her head fall to the desk with a thud. 'Ouch.'
Tikki stroked her hair. Marinette bit her tongue at the thought of all the crumbs she was leaving for Marinette to comb out later.
'How about we go out for a run?' Tikki suggested.
Marinette bounced upright. 'Tikki, transform me.'
She ran until her lungs burned, and her legs wobbled. Panting heavily, she then raced up the Eiffel Tower before the lights were turned off. Once at the top, she paused to take in the view.
'I thought I saw a little bug up after her bedtime,' drawled a familiar voice.
Ladybug spun around, and looked down to see Chat Noir grinning up at her from the observation deck. Drawing in a steadying breath, she swung down to join him.
'What brings you here, Kitty?' she asked, coquettishly, ignoring the heat flooding her face at, what she considered, was a bold flirtation.
Chat Noir shrugged. 'I had a lot on my mind, and needed to clear my head. I thought a late-night jaunt would do the trick. You?'
'Same.' Ladybug thrust her hands behind her back to stop herself from touching his hair. She had always wanted to run her fingers through it, and the way the wind tossed it about made it seem especially inviting.
'Do you need to talk about it?' she asked, instead.
Chat Noir sank down to sit with his back resting against the Tower, as he looked out over the city. Ladybug followed his example, watching him closely.
'I appreciate the offer, but this might be too close to identities to talk about safely,' he said.
Ladybug shrugged with one shoulder. 'It should be fine, as long as you don't mention names.'
He smiled at her. 'That's true. All right then, I think I'm in love with someone.'
She gasped and leaned closer. 'Tell me all about it.'
He cocked an eyebrow, but his smile was still in place. 'I never pegged you as a gossip hound. Anyway, I think this girl likes me, too.'
'That's fantastic,' she breathed, her hands curled up under her chin.
'It is, but,' he trailed off, looking at the city lights.
'But what?' she gasped.
He rubbed his neck. 'She likes Chat Noir well enough, but she doesn't seem to like civilian me at all.'
Ladybug stilled as her mind emptied. She could almost feel the wind blowing straight through her head. 'What?'
'Yeah, I know her in my regular life, too.'
Ladybug thought of all the blond guys she knew. There weren't many. She shook her head. Chat Noir had stated before that their identities were to remain a secret, and she didn't want to betray his trust by accidentally figuring him out.
'Have you tried talking to her?' she asked, forcing her mind away from the subject.
'Not yet.'
'Why not?'
'Which brings us to the other problem,' he sighed.
Ladybug tilted her head, confused. 'Huh?'
Chat Noir breathed deeply. 'My kwami pointed out that I may not be in love with her, but rather the idea of her.'
'Your kwami's an idiot. Don't listen to it,' she told him, vehemently.
'I'm sorry, what?'
Ladybug threw her arms out wide. 'This is love. True love. You don't just give up on that because someone says so. You work it out, together. Try spending time with her, and see for yourself.'
'You think so?'
'I know so. Spend more time with her, as Chat Noir and as yourself. She'll come to love you, too, just you watch.'
'What, right now?'
'Yes, absolutely right now. There's no time like the present.'
'I didn't know you were such a romantic,' he chuckled.
Suddenly, Ladybug got to her feet. 'I have to get going. I hope this helped.'

Chat Noir watched her go, bewildered.
'She always has been a little strange,' he mumbled.
She had, however, made a good point. He wasn't going to figure anything out by sitting at the top of the Eiffel Tower at night. He stood up and walked to the edge, kneeling on the precipice.
'I'm Batman.'
He then launched himself into the air, and pogoed to Marinette's balcony.
She was sitting in her deck chair, reading a magazine by the light of a string of lanterns.
Chat Noir landed next to her row of pot plants, craning his head to get a look at the front cover of what she was reading. It was upside down.
Straightening up, he said, 'good evening, Princess.'
Marinette flinched violently, launching her magazine over the other side of the balcony. She flailed wildly before she caught herself, and stood up, facing him with a rigidly upright posture.
Her grin looked forced.
'Chat Noir, good evenoon. I mean, hello. What brings you here?'
He lowered his feet to the floor, and leaned against the railing. 'I just wanted to talk.'
He watched with interest as her face turned red.
'Really?' she stammered, 'what about?'
'I want to get to know you better,' he explained.
Marinette held her arms out. 'I'm an open book. Please read me.'
Chat Noir bit his tongue as she turned redder.
'I mean, please ask anything you want,' she elaborated, her arms curling protectively in front of her.
He pushed away from the railing to circle around behind her, then he sat in her chair. Marinette turned to watch him with wide eyes, as she blushed to the tips of her ears.
He tapped his chin while he tried to think of a smooth lead-in. 'How's school going?'
She tilted her head, questioningly. 'It's fine.'
He nodded. 'How about your friends?'
She nodded, uncertainly. 'They're fine, too.'
He floundered, trying to think how to segue into more pertinent subjects. 'What about the kids you don't like?'
Marinette looked lost. 'What about them?'
'They're not giving you a hard time, are they?'
'Well, there's really only one person I actively dislike at school, but she's been blessedly quiet since yesterday.'
Chat Noir's heart palpitated. 'Only one person? There must be others you aren't too keen to see every day.'
She thought for a moment. 'I don't really hate Sabrina, since she's just Chloe's flunky. Alya called her Igor once. But, she's actually pretty decent when Chloe's not around.'
Chat Noir clenched his fists as he felt his palms sweat. 'None of the boys give you any grief?'
Her eyes snapped back to him. 'Not really. They're almost a non-issue. The only boy I'm not especially frond of is Adrien, but lately I've been wondering if I've misjudged him.'
His breath caught. 'What made you change your mind?'
Marinette shrugged as her gaze dropped to the floor. 'He just did something nice for me, is all.'
Chat Noir reached out to hook her wrist. He tugged it lightly, encouraging her to approach him. She squeaked when he pulled her into his lap.
'That's very interesting. Now, could you tell me why you like me?'
Marinette tentatively leaned against him, as he crossed his arms over her belly.
'Are you just here to fish for compliments?' she asked.
'Do you have a problem with that?' he murmured in her ear.
Marinette shivered, with a barely audible peep, then she shook her head.
He chuckled and held her close, kissing the top of her head lightly, as she giggled and squirmed in his arms.
'You're adorable.'
'No,' she corrected him, 'I'm adora-bug.'
There was a moment of silence.
Marinette went completely still, as sweat beaded the back of her neck.
Chat Noir stopped breathing as he stared at her head. 'You're Ladybug.'
He leaned around to look at her face.
Her eyes were darting from side to side. 'Uh,' she drawled.
Chat Noir hoisted himself up straight, then turned her around by the shoulders until she faced him. The hair, her eyes, height and personality, he thought himself an idiot for not seeing it sooner.
He crooked his finger, to gently caress her cheek with his knuckle. 'You're Ladybug. Of course you are.'
Marinette bit her lip. 'You're not angry?'
He smiled tenderly at her. 'No.'
She blushed and ducked her head, peering up at him through her lashes.
Chat Noir laughed and pulled her into a tight hug, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so happy.
Marinette shifted, placing her hands on his chest. 'Are you purring?'
He coughed as he choked on saliva. 'No.'
'I didn't say you could stop.'
A startled laugh burst out of him. Settling down into the chair with Marinette resting her head on his shoulder, he made a conscious decision to purr, and smiled wide when she snuggled closer.
'Just so we're clear, I like you a lot,' she informed him.
'I like you a lot, too,' he replied, his voice distorted by the purr.
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