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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
- 3
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- 5
Marinette woke up with a smile. Despite letting her identity slip, and not exactly confirming how her relationship with Chat Noir had changed, she still felt like she'd made progress. Furthermore, he hadn't been upset with her for revealing herself. He'd actually seemed happy about it.
She was relieved. Chat Noir had been most vociferous about their need to keep their identities secret, even from each other. She understood it was for the safety of themselves, their family, and their friends, but she had been keen to know who he was from the day they'd met.
However, it was for those reasons that she didn't mention him possibly revealing his identity. Her reveal had been an accident, and she was fine with that, but she didn't want to pressure him into feeling like he was obligated to reveal himself. She knew what kind of person he was, and trusted him implicitly, and that was enough.
She hummed dreamily as she prepared for school, ignoring the questioning looks from Tikki and her parents.

Adrien was concerned. He liked Marinette, of that he was certain, and he was happy she was Ladybug, but he still didn't know how she felt about Adrien.
'You've got that look on your face,' Plagg observed, from where he sat on the desk.
Adrien turned to him. 'What look?'
'That scrunched up, thinky face you make when you're trying not to fart.'
'I do not,' he spluttered, outraged.
'Yeah, you do not fart,' Plagg cackled, phasing through the shoe Adrien threw at him.
'Shut up.'
Adrien stormed over to retrieve his shoe, then resolutely turned his back on Plagg. Sitting on his bed, he tugged his shoes on with wounded pride.
'Adrien, your breakfast is getting cold,' Nathalie called through the door.
He stood up, slinging the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Plagg was draped over the mouse, attempting to stifle his laughter with both arms, and failing miserably.
In a fit of pique, Adrien grabbed his pillow and swung it over his head in a smooth arc, slamming it down on the unsuspecting Plagg. He smirked at the muffled yelp of surprise.
Adrien then slipped from the room, leaving Plagg to catch up on his own.
Gabriel was in the dining room, sipping coffee as he perused the morning paper on his tablet. Adrien schooled his expression, then sat in his seat.
'Good morning, Father.'
'Adrien,' Gabriel nodded in return.
They ate quietly. Adrien was lost in thought, wondering how he could convince Marinette to like him, but had come up with nothing. Desperate for an objective opinion, he turned to Gabriel.
'Father, how do you get a girl to like you?'
Gabriel choked, spitting coffee on the table. 'Aren't you a little young to be thinking about girls?'
'I'm fifteen, remember?' he asked, flatly.
Gabriel cleared his throat, and straightened his cravat. 'Of course. So, who is this girl, and why doesn't she like you already?'
Adrien put his elbows on the table to rest his chin in one hand, ignoring Gabriel's disapproving frown. 'Her name is Marinette, she's a girl in my class and she doesn't like me because she thought I was in on a prank against her last year. I tried to apologise and make up with her, but she wasn't ready to.'
Gabriel nodded for him to continue.
'Regardless of how she feels about me, I still like her a lot. She's an amazing person, with lots of admirable qualities. I just want her to give me a chance.'
'I didn't know I'd raised a masochist,' Gabriel muttered, as he rubbed his forehead with his fingertips.
Blushing, Adrien let the comment slide. Then, he perked up. 'You're a mean old coot. How did you get Mother to fall in love with you? Was it a case of opposites attract?'
Nathalie, who had just been about to enter the room, snorted and turned on her heel to walk back out again.
Gabriel gave Adrien a level stare, with a reproachful hum. 'I won Emilie's heart with impeccable charm and grace. You, however, will have to resort to another method. I suggest an interpretive dance, pheromones, and repeatedly tapping her arms.'
Adrien raised a sceptical eyebrow. 'Tapping her arms?'
'Physical contact is a sure way to get her attention.'
'Yeah, and a restraining order.'
Gabriel scowled at him.
Standing, Adrien said, 'well, thanks for that, I suppose. I'm going to walk to school today. Bye.'
As he rounded the gate, Plagg poked his head out of Adrien's bag.
'That was weird.'
'Father's always weird,' shrugged Adrien.
Plagg grumbled incoherently as he burrowed back into the bag.

Marinette twirled into the courtyard, coming to a stop in front of Alya with a final pirouette.
'You're in a good mood,' Alya commented.
'I am,' she agreed, unable to keep the smile from her face.
'You gonna tell me what it is?'
'Nope.'
Alya's expression fell. 'What? You're on cloud nine, and won't tell me why, how come?'
Still smiling wide, Marinette sang, 'it's a secret.'
Alya crossed her arms and harrumphed.

Adrien sat on the ground next to Nino, then let himself slide down until his head rested in Nino's lap.
Nino patted his hair. 'What's up, my guy?'
'I'm in love with Marinette,' he sighed.
Nino's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. 'Dude.'
'Yeah.'
They watched as Marinette danced into the courtyard, looking happier than they'd ever seen.
'She is pretty cute,' Nino agreed.
'She is, but she's not too keen on me, though.'
'True. How do you plan on changing her mind?'
Adrien looked up at him with wide eyes. 'I was hoping you'd have a suggestion.'
Nino rubbed his chin with a forefinger and thumb. 'Have you tried being yourself?'
Blowing a dissatisfied raspberry, Adrien grumbled, 'why does everyone keep saying that? I've been myself for the last twelve months, and nada. What else you got?'
Shrugging helplessly, Nino shook his head. 'That's it. You're a nice guy, and chicks dig nice guys. Don't try to change who you are for the sake of someone else. It's not worth it.'
The bell rang. They both heaved a sigh, and followed the herd to class.

Alya's phone buzzed shortly before the lunch bell was due to ring. She discreetly slid it out of her pocket, to check the screen under the cover of the desk. Marinette leaned across to look over her shoulder as her akuma alert app flashed a new warning.
'Sweet,' she cheered, 'a new villain.'
Caline frowned at her, but Alya had already packed her bag.
'I've got to cover this for my blog. Alya out,' she called, as she raced out the door.
'Get back here,' Caline shouted after her, uselessly. 'I'm sending a letter to her parents,' she muttered, giving up.
Marinette sighed, hoping Alya had enough sense to stay out of the akuma's line of sight.
Adrien put his hand up.
Caline turned to him with a frustrated expression. 'No. You'll just have to hold it until the bell rings.'
Adrien lowered his hand.
Marinette tapped her desk, impatiently. Five minutes later, the bell sounded. She leapt from her seat, abandoning her belongings without hesitation. In her haste, she missed a step on her way down, and tipped forward. She put her hands out to break her fall, but an arm caught her around the middle.
'Careful, you could've really hurt yourself,' Adrien said as he pulled her back to her feet.
Marinette blinked at him. 'Right, thanks.'
He turned toward the door. 'I have to get going, take care of yourself.'
He waved over his shoulder as he left.
She stayed where she was, staring at the place he had occupied.
'Marinette,' Tikki hissed from her purse, 'the akuma.'
She came back to herself with a start. Glancing around, she realised she was the only one left in the classroom.
She shook her head. 'Right, Tikki, transform me.'
Ladybug swung out of the classroom window, heading to the place she saw on Alya's phone.
She arrived at the Jardins Luxembourg to see a middle aged man in a mustard yellow costume, spraying people with a hose which attached to a small tank he carried on his back. The people he targeted turned into topiary figures, a leafy parody of themselves as they tried to run away.
'How dare you desecrate these historic gardens with your litter, noise, and mutilation of my plants. Such disrespect must be punished,' he cried.
Ladybug ducked around trees and shrubs until she was close enough to confront him.
'These gardens are here for everyone to enjoy,' she called as she stepped into the open. 'If you want people to appreciate the place more, you should set a better example.'
The akuma spun on her with a snarl. 'I strive, day in and day out, to keep this place pristine, but does anyone thank me for my efforts? No. It's all, get out of here, Jacque, you don't even work here. I only want these gardens to be kept beautiful, is that too much to ask?'
Chat Noir landed behind him. 'Take a chill pill, Jacque. It's not your place to tell people how to behave.'
'My name is Preservathorn,' he shrieked, spinning back around to face Chat Noir.
'That's a mouthful,' Ladybug observed. 'Couldn't Papillon come up with something simpler?'
Preservathorn turned back around with an enraged scream, his hose up and blasting.

Chat Noir felt his heart stop.
'No,' he yelled, running forward to tackle Preservathorn.
They fell down with a thud, both struggling to gain the upper hand. Chat Noir tore through the hose, shearing it from the rest of the apparatus.
'How dare you?' Preservathorn demanded, eyes bulging as he alternated between looking at the useless scrap in his hand, and Chat Noir.
They stood up to circle each other, watching warily for any sign of attack. When Chat Noir was where Ladybug had been, he glanced quickly over his shoulder. She was kneeling, one leg outstretched, as she spun her yoyo into a makeshift shield.
She winked up at him. 'Go get him, Kitty.'
Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned back to Preservathhorn.
The fight was short. Chat Noir dismantled Preservathorn's equipment with a few well placed strikes, while Ladybug called for a Lucky Charm. She managed to grab his corrupted item, a small yellow pin on his chest, and smashed it against a tree. She purified the butterfly, then called for her Miraculous Cure.
Jacque sat on the grass, confused, but quickly regained his equilibrium to chase off a pair of boys who had kicked a ball into a tree.
Chat Noir ran to Ladybug, engulfing her in a hug. 'Holy Bast, I thought you were done for.'
She returned his embrace. 'It'll take more than that to get rid of me,' she quipped.
He pulled back to look at her seriously. 'I mean it. Please promise me you'll be more careful.'
She gazed back at him with wide eyes. 'I promise.'
'Can I visit you later?'
She nodded, then her earrings beeped.
'Go find somewhere to detransform. I'll see you tonight,' he vowed, nudging her away.
Ladybug gave him a final nod, then stood up on her tiptoes to place a quick peck on his cheek. 'You take care of yourself, too.' Then, she ran away.
Chat Noir placed his fingertips over the spot on his cheek, heat rushing to his face.
He made his way back to school slowly, thinking hard. He had been thrilled to discover Marinette was Ladybug. He may not have known Marinette very well, but he knew Ladybug inside and out. With that revelation, came the knowledge that he was absolutely in love with Marinette. But what he hadn't foreseen was the heart stopping fear that came with seeing the woman he loved in mortal peril.
Under the mask and spots was Marinette, an ordinary, and breakable girl. A girl with dreams, flaws, and people who loved her. He wouldn't be able to explain it if something were to happen to her.
His desire to keep her safe suddenly morphed into a desperate need to protect her. He knew it was unnecessary and condescending, but she was the love of his life and she willingly put herself in danger for the sake of their city.
He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stand the stress.

The rest of the day was peaceful, despite Alya's complaints that the attack had been over before she could get there. Yet Marinette felt strained. When she first began working with Chat Noir, she had been afraid for his safety. He was reckless, headstrong, and cocky, a dangerous mix in their line of work. Even if they adhered to all the rules of common sense and safety, there was always the unknown element of the akumas. They were dangerous by nature, and wildly unpredictable; that was reason enough to be wary.
Now that she and Chat Noir were an item, that fear increased.
What if I can't keep him safe? she worried. What if I fail, and lose everything? I wouldn't be able to bring him back. Losing him would kill me, too.
After she got home, Marinette went straight to her room, mumbling about unfinished homework as she walked by Tom and Sabine. She didn't notice whether they responded or not.
She paced her room, chewing on her thumbnail, until she heard a tapping on her access hatch. She scampered up the ladder and opened it, shuffling back to give Chat Noir enough room to drop inside.
He landed on his knees, letting the hatch fall shut behind him. She looked up at it, wondering when it had begun to rain.
'Can I get a towel, or something?' Chat Noir asked. 'I'm dripping all over your bedding.'
Marinette gasped, and moved back down the ladder. A towel hung over the foot of her chaise, so she swept it up and turned back to the ladder.
Chat Noir had already jumped from her loft, landing beside her with a controlled thud. 'Thanks,' he murmured, taking the towel.
She turned away, giving him some modicum of privacy, before she had to turn around and tell him what was on her mind.
'I was scared for you today,' he said.
She turned back in surprise, to see the towel draped over his head. 'I was going to say that to you,' she replied, reaching up to rub his hair dry.
He bent over so she wasn't straining to reach.
'The Cat has always been the Bug's shield, Milady,' he told her.
Marinette paused. 'Who decided that? Certainly wasn't me.'
He shrugged. 'That's just the way it is. Only the Bug can restore the damage caused by akumas. That makes you more important.'
She let go of the towel to grasp his face. Looking him in the eyes, she said, 'we're partners, Kitty. Equals. If you weren't here, I don't think I'd be able to be Ladybug anymore.'
'You can always find another cat.'
'You're not listening. I said if you weren't here. You're more than just your Miraculous, Chat Noir. I want the person, not the title, by my side.'
Chat Noir's eyes began to water. With a small gasp, he pulled her into a crushing hug. 'You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that,' he whispered, hoarsely.
Marinette hugged him back with equal fervour. 'Did you think I was only in love with the suit? Come on, Chaton, you know me better than that.'
He pulled away from her slowly, staring at her in wonder. 'You love me?'
Heat rushed to Marinette's face. 'Yes,' she whispered, shyly.
Chat Noir stroked her cheek with his thumb. 'I may be a little in love with you too,' he confessed.
'Just kiss already,' Tikki shrieked from the desk.

Adrien fell back on his bed with a blissful sigh.
'I kissed her.'
'I'd hardly call that awkward peck a kiss,' Plagg scoffed.
'Shut up. I kissed her and it was magical.'
Plagg rolled his eyes, and flew into the garbage bin.
'Now, I have to get her to like me as myself,' Adrien swore.
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