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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 breezed into the locker room feeling like her feet were barely skimming the floor. Her belly fluttered, and her heart sang as she sorted out her books, barely noticing the questioning looks people gave her. Even Alya's camera flashing in her face wasn't enough to diminish her smile.
'Ok, something is definitely up. You'd better tell me why you're so happy, or so help me,' she left the threat hanging.
Marinette turned to Alya and grabbed her hands. Spinning her around, Marinette trilled, 'it's love. Once in a lifetime, true and absolute love.'
'She's finally gone insane,' Chloe's snide voice echoed throughout the small room.
'There's no need to be jealous, Chlo,' Adrien laughed. 'I'm sure it'll happen for you too, one day.'
Chloe spluttered in outraged disbelief, as everyone else laughed.
'I think it's nice she's found someone,' he went on. 'I'm happy for you, Marinette. In love looks beautiful on you.'
Marinette and Alya turned to look at him.
'But I thought you,' Alya trailed off, weakly, pointing from him to Marinette.
Marinette nodded at him, feeling magnanimous. 'Thank you, Adrien, that's very nice of you.'
'Who's the lucky guy?' Kim asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
'Who said it was a guy?' Alix challenged, with a wicked grin.
There was a chorus of scandalised oohs. Juleka just nodded, approvingly.
Marinette couldn't suppress a cheeky grin. 'Ask no questions, and I'll tell no lies.'
The locker room erupted with cheers and shrieks as everyone interpreted that statement differently.

Madame Mendeleiev broke them up into groups to work on a brief presentation they were to show after lunch. Lazily, she had grouped people by the desks they sat at, so Adrien found himself teamed up with Nino, Alya, and Marinette. He had to admit, Madame Mendeleiev's laziness worked in his favour, as this made it so much easier for his mission to get Marinette to like him.
Marinette was clearly still feeling generous as a result of her good mood, as she invited them all back to her place to work on the project, with a free meal supplied by her parents.
They gathered everything they would need, and headed to the bakery, accepting a heaping tray of foodstuffs from Tom as they walked in.
Settling down in Marinette's room, they worked while they ate. Between the four of them, they cobbled together a decent representation of the life cycle of a butterfly, complete with hand drawn illustrations by Marinette, extensive research by Alya, and written out on a large sheet of card by Adrien, who had the neatest handwriting. Nino provided moral support, and music to work to.
'It's pretty, but we were damned lazy,' Alya observed, after they realised they still had most of their lunchbreak left.
'We should get points for aesthetics,' Nino said.
Marinette hummed as she examined the sheet of card. 'Should we have one person talk the class through it, or do we take turns?'
'I volunteer Nino,' Alya called, raising a hand.
'Seconded,' Adrien added, chuckling at the look of betrayal Nino gave him.
'Thirded,' Marinette added. 'Any objections?'
Nino raised his hand.
'Majority rules,' Alya announced, happily.
Nino groaned in defeat.
Adrien patted his back in false sympathy.
Alya collapsed, laying on the floor with a sigh. The others sat down beside her in a loose circle, looking at her curiously as she began to giggle.
'I don't think bullying me into giving the presentation is that funny,' grumbled Nino.
'I'm not laughing at you, Doofus,' Alya snorted. 'I was thinking about this morning.'
Nino cocked an eyebrow. 'Which point, exactly?'
'The part when Adrien told Chloe not to be jealous of Marinette's love life,' she snickered.
Adrien tilted his head. 'Why is that funny?'
Nino wiped away a tear, trying with little success, to stop his own laughter. 'Seriously? Chloe's been trying to get her talons into you for ever.'
Adrien's nose scrunched in disbelief. 'No, we've been friends since we were little, that's all.'
'She wants to marry you,' Alya sang, before dissolving into helpless giggles once more.
'Your babies will be so blonde,' Marinette gasped, bringing her hands up to her mouth.
Rolling back and forth, Alya roared hysterically while holding her sides.
Adrien blushed. 'She's like a sister to me,' he argued, but it went unheard.
'Dude, I feel sorry for you,' Nino told him, as he placed a consoling hand on Adrien's shoulder.
'Why?' he asked, warily.
Clearing his throat, Nino explained, 'if you reject her, Chloe's gonna go running to her Daddy, demanding he make everything better. Mayor Bourgeois is as crooked as a dog's hind leg. I wouldn't put it past him to try and buy you from your old man, simply to shut Chloe up.'
'Father would never sell off his own flesh and blood,' Adrien scoffed.
'But he is a businessman,' Alya reminded him, with a sly wink.
Marinette put her hands up. 'Guys, come on. Gabriel Agreste wouldn't prostitute his best commodity. It would reflect badly on his name, and the brand would suffer.'
Alya and Nino nodded, acknowledging the point.
'None of you are the favourite,' Adrien groused, as he crossed his arms and pouted.
They teased each other good naturedly until Sabine called up to them, reminding them of school. They packed up, and returned to class, Nino making their presentation while the others stood in dramatic poses behind him.
However, Adrien's mind was focussed on Marinette. He took it as a good sign that she was willing to banter with him. He had never seen her so open and happy in his presence, so he dared let himself hope that she was warming up to him.
Yet it was her off-hand comment that really had him thinking. He didn't want to have children with Chloe, but he couldn't help but wonder what his children would look like if Marinette were their mother.

Ladybug swung around the city on her patrol route. The city was calm, the air was crisp, and all around her people were settling in for the night.
It felt good to be out at night. There was less chance of being seen, so she made a game of moving from shadow to shadow, high above the heads of the unsuspecting people below.
Pausing to catch her breath atop the Kids Plus TV building, Ladybug peered from between two billboards to smirk at the few people still out.
'If you wanted to play hide and seek, Buginette,' said a teasing voice, 'you'll need to try harder than that.'
She turned around slowly, giving her heart time to ease its rapid staccato, before she spoke. 'Are you saying you want me to hide from you?'
'Never,' Chat Noir replied, strutting out of the shadows to grasp her hands.
Ladybug curled her fingers around his as a blush warmed her face. 'So, what brings you out here?'
His gaze dropped to their hands. 'I wanted to see you.'
'But then I kept hiding, making it harder for you to catch up to me,' she guessed with a light laugh.
'You did make it a little harder, but I have the advantage of night vision.'
'Ah, of course,' she said, with a nod. 'You cheated.'
He spluttered in affront, but didn't let go of her hands.
'Anyway,' Ladybug breezed on, 'I seem to recall telling you to spend time with me on both sides of the mask. Have you done that?'
'You know I have,' he answered, with a flirtatious wink.
Her blush returned. 'I meant, have you spent time with me as yourself?'
Chat Noir looked pleased. 'I have, actually.'
'Oh?' she raised an eyebrow. 'Will you tell me when?'
His hold on her hands tightened as he pulled her closer. 'You know, if you think about it a little more carefully, you could probably figure me out easily. You're clever like that.'
Her breath caught. 'Do you want me to figure you out?'
'Yes,' he replied, voice dropping an octave. 'I thought that was obvious by now.'
Ladybug gazed at him, shocked. 'I've been trying not to think of it, 'cause you always said our identities are our biggest secret. Are you sure?'
Chat Noir stared intently back, as he raised a hand to brush her cheek with his knuckles. 'Absolutely.'
Ladybug gulped, nerves making her belly flip. 'Can I have a clue?'
He hummed as he considered the request. Finally, he said, 'butterflies.'
She blinked. 'Seriously? That's what you're giving me?'
Chat Noir merely shrugged. 'Like I said, you're clever.'
'Fine. How many guesses do I get?'
'Let's stick with the standard three,' he answered, running his fingers through her pigtail.
Ladybug gasped in displeasure. 'I only get three guesses to figure you out? What happens if I don't get it?'
Maintaining eye contact, Chat Noir gripped her jaw carefully with his fingertips, and leaned in close. 'I don't know. I suppose I'll have to think of a penalty.'
He smirked at her surprised peep, then stepped back. 'You have twenty four hours, Ladybug. I suggest you use them wisely.'
With that, he extended his staff, and vaulted away.
Ladybug went home, feeling a mix of pleasant anticipation, the thrill that came with a challenge, and anxiety about what would happen after her three guesses were up, whether they were successful or not.

Adrien slipped in through his bathroom window, ducking straight into the shower to wash away the day's grime. Plagg went into the bedroom to pretend to hunt for wild cheeses.
When Adrien emerged from the bathroom, Plagg was playing with the wrappers of his defeated cheeses, draping them over himself like royal robes.
'Very chic,' Adrien complimented him.
'I am a noble hunter,' declared Plagg. 'I wear the skins of my prey.'
Rolling his eyes, Adrien replied, 'sure, Buddy.'
He then crawled into bed, laying on his back as he pulled his blankets up to his chin. He squeezed his eyes shut, but a grin spread across his face. 'She's going to find out. I know she will.'
Plagg drifted above him, with a cheese wrapper still shrouding his head. He had chewed eye holes in it so he could see where he was going. 'I thought she didn't like you. Shouldn't you be more worried?'
'Probably, but I don't think so.'
'That doesn't make sense.'
'You don't make sense.'
Plagg let himself drop. He landed on Adrien's face with a vindictive cackle, as Adrien made an exclamation of disgust.
'Get off me, malodourous vermin.'
'Vermin?' Plagg echoed, incensed.
Adrien plucked him up by the tail, with a scowl. 'Yes, vermin.'
Plagg crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out.
'Things will be fine with Marinette,' Adrien went on. 'We had a great day today. She invited me into her house, her room, where we talked and joked together. She herself said she didn't hate anyone, except for Chloe.'
'Whatever you say, Kid,' Plagg conceded, with poor grace.
'It's going to be fine,' repeated Adrien vehemently.
He let go of Plagg and burrowed into his blankets.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' asked Tikki, as she sat on the desk to watch Marinette pace.
'Of course I'm sure,' she replied, waving her hands erratically. 'I've wanted to know who he is since day one.'
Tikki dragged a biscuit from her pile into her lap, taking a bite when it went by her mouth. 'But he said the girl he was in love with didn't like him. In case you've forgotten, that girl is you.'
Marinette hummed, then sat at her desk to retrieve a pen and a notepad.
'What're you doing?' Tikki leaned over, eyeing the paper as Marinette began to write.
'I'm making a list of all the blond guys I know. If there's someone I'm friends with, I can rule him out. That'll just leave me with the ones I don't like, or don't know.'
'What about that butterfly clue Chat Noir gave you?'
'You're right. How does that factor into this?' she mused. With a shrug, she turned back to her page.
The list was very short after she ruled out Ivan and Kim, for having dyed tufts of hair, and had been seen in the presence of Chat Noir. None of them had any connections to butterflies, either.
'Now you're just left with two people,' Tikki observed.
Marinette nodded. 'I'll come back to this with fresh eyes in the morning.'
'Good call,' chirped Tikki. 'It's already late, and you can't think straight when you're tired.'
She changed into her pyjamas, and snuggled into her bed, wishing Tikki a good night as she turned off her lamp.
Sleep didn't come right away. A small part of her mind worried at the reminder that Chat Noir didn't think she would like him. However, she struggled to think of a boy she hated. Marinette was sure she would love him, regardless. She knew Chat Noir almost as well as she knew herself, and she was certain he was her soul mate.
Of course I'll love him, she told herself. We're meant to be.
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