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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
- 6
- 7
Adrien awoke feeling tired and muzzy. Despite his best efforts, he had not been able to sleep well, tossing and turning late into the night, and plagued by strange dreams when he did manage to drift off.
He sighed in resignation, rubbing his eyes before he levered himself out of bed, and into the bathroom.
When he came out, he saw that Plagg had crawled into the warm spot, and now lay on his back, drooling into the sheets. Adrien curled his lip, then turned to go to the dining room.
'You're up early,' Gabriel observed. He was sitting at the dining table, already halfway through his breakfast.
'Morning, Father. Turned anyone into a monster yet, today?'
'Not yet, but the day is young.'
A staff member brought Adrien his meal, then quickly exited the room. Looking curiously after her, a question popped into his mind.
'Do the household staff know about your secret hobby?'
Gabriel huffed into his coffee cup. 'Of course not.'
'What about Nathalie?'
'Oh, she's known since the get go.'
Adrien's eyebrows shot up. 'You told her, but not me?'
'I didn't think you'd understand. You're hopelessly idealistic.'
He held his hands out, palms up. 'I can't understand if you don't explain anything. Couldn't you at least try telling me why, before you write me off?'
Turning to him, Gabriel raised one eyebrow. 'Very well, I did it for two reasons.'
'Which are?'
Ticking off on his fingers, Gabriel went on. 'First, because I'd like to bring your mother back from wherever she's gone.'
Adrien fell still with a soft gasp. 'You did all this for mother?'
Gabriel wiped away a tear. 'I do miss her so.'
'I do, too,' he confessed, looking down at his hands. 'What's the second reason?'
'I want to be a mermaid.'
Adrien almost inhaled his tongue. 'You what?' he coughed.
'You heard me. I know there's a formula which allows a Miraculous wielder to transform into an aquatic lifeform. It was pictured in a book I own. Ever since I was a boy, I've dreamt of a life under the sea, and now that wish is almost a reality.'
Adrien spluttered, struggling to find words.
'I wouldn't expect you to understand, Son. You've never felt the pull of the ocean. But Emilie and I used to dream of living by the sea. When I get her back, I'll make our wish come true, but better, 'cause we'll be in the sea, rather than its next door neighbour.'
'Ok, you need to come back from crazy town now,' Adrien told him.
'I'm not mad, Adrien. If I were insane, I wouldn't blink. Do I look like I'm not blinking?' He stared at Adrien with wide, unblinking eyes.
Drawing in a deep breath, Adrien said, 'all righty then.'
Satisfied, Gabriel nodded and returned to his meal.
Adrien turned back to his own breakfast, but didn't taste anything. When he finished, he politely asked to be excused.
'You may, but you're to stay in your room today. Give your jaw some time to rest after the workout you gave it yesterday.'
Blushing furiously, Adrien stammered, 'it wasn't that much.'
Gabriel just gave him a look over the rims of his glasses.
Without another word, Adrien spun on his heel to retreat to his room.
One the door was securely closed behind him, he tugged on his hair and paced. 'My father's insane,' he chanted. 'Hopelessly, and utterly insane.'
Plagg sat on the couch to eat, ignoring the crisis behind him.
'What do I do? Call the cops? He's in no fit mind to stand trial. What options does that leave me? Plagg,' he wailed, 'help me.'

Marinette spent the morning staring vacantly at a dark computer monitor, as she thought about the revelations of the day before. She believed she owed it to herself to get her emotions sorted before she saw Adrien again.
She had never doubted her feelings for Chat Noir, and had sworn to love him, whoever he turned out to be. But she had habitually disliked Adrien since the day she met him.
Do I still love him? she asked herself. She thought about it for a long moment. If I tell him no, things would change irreparably between us. I may never see him again, after we defeat Papillon.
That thought mad her gut clench, her heart ache, and her eyes water. The idea of not seeing him again, of him turning his back on her, was too terrible to contemplate.
It's official. I do love him, but what is this lingering feeling of discomfort?
She turned to Tikki. She had built herself a throne made out of biscuits, and had nibbled down another to use as a sceptre. She sat regally, surveying the room through narrowed eyes.
'Hey, Tikki,' Marinette began.
Tikki turned to her with a haughty expression. 'Yes?'
Marinette stifled a snicker. 'Oh, Your Majesty, I do find myself in something of a quandary.'
'Go on,' encouraged Tikki, with a nod.
'I must confess, I believe myself to be truly in love with Adrien Agreste, but there is an unease in my breast which I cannot comprehend.'
Tikki hummed as she slapped her sceptre against her free arm. 'We believe your issue to be guilt, oh Simple One. Until recently, you have treated Monsieur Agreste with disdain. Now that you have realised your true feelings, you feel bad for behaving in such a churlish manner.'
'Of course,' gasped Marinette. 'Your Most Gracious Eminence, how do I erase the ache in my heart?'
'Of course, you must apologise, ye of Little Brains. Assure him also, that you bear no ill will, and that you love him beyond measure.'
'Thank you so much for your wisdom, Most Divine and Benevolent Goddess.'
Suddenly, the door burst open. Tikki hid behind her throne as Alya stormed into the room.
'What in the ever loving heck, Girl? I've been trying to call and text you since yesterday. Why haven't you answered?'
Marinette reached for her phone. With a start, she realised it had been turned off. Abashed, she showed the evidence to Alya.
Smacking a hand against her forehead, Alya sighed. 'Why was your phone off?'
Marinette shrugged, uttering an I-don't-know noise.
With a groan, Alya sank into the spare desk chair. As she spun it lazily about, she spotted Tikki's throne.
'Didn't your parents teach you not to play with your food?' she asked, reaching to take a biscuit.
Tikki lunged over the back of the throne, hissing and gnashing her teeth.
Alya screamed and scrambled back, falling out of her chair as she cradled her hand against her chest.
'What the shit is that thing?' she shrieked.
Marinette half rose, hands outstretched, attempting to calm them both down at once. 'Alya, this is Tikki. Tikki, don't bite Alya. She's friendly, remember?'
Tikki subsided with a final growl, but still crouched possessively over her chair, glaring at Alya.
Alya got shakily to her feet, keeping a wary eye on Tikki. Wordlessly, she righted her chair to roll it over to Marinette's other side.
'I need explanations. Now,' she grumbled.
Marinette drew in a deep breath. 'Tikki is a kwami, and with her powers combined with my earrings, I can turn into Ladybug. Since day one, I've been in love with Chat Noir, like, majorly in love. But it wasn't until this week when I discovered he likes me back. Not as Ladybug, since we didn't know each other's identities, but as regular me. He loves civilian me. I didn't know how that could be, since Marinette has only had a few encounters with him, but he explained it was because he knew me in his regular life, too. Since then, he's kissed me, and that's why I was so happy this week. It was made even better when I accidentally told him who I am, and he wasn't mad. Now, I know who he is too, and I realised that I still love him just as much as I always have.'
She was breathing heavily, relieved to finally be able to tell someone about it and not lie.
Alya gaped at her. 'What?'
Marinette inhaled again, to restart her tirade, but Alya slapped both hands over her mouth.
'Wait, let me get this straight. You're Ladybug?'
Marinette nodded.
'That creature turns you into Ladybug?'
She nodded again.
'You've been so happy because Chat Noir reciprocates your feelings?'
A third nod.
Alya let her hands drop as she slumped back in her seat. 'Well, why didn't you just say so from the beginning?' she yelled.
With a small shrug, Marinette replied quietly, 'it was meant to be a secret.'
Alya leaned her head back. 'Ok, yeah, I get that. Safety first.'
'You won't tell anyone, will you?' asked Marinette.
Waving a hand, she replied, 'nah. I wouldn't do that to you, M.'
'You're taking this rather well.'
'Your little beast scared a week's worth of reactions out of me in one hit. I'll scream about it later, when I'm alone.'
They were interrupted by a thud and an accompanying clatter on the balcony. They all looked up at the ceiling when the hatch was abruptly yanked open, allowing a large, black shape to fall through. It bounced off the bed, then sailed gracelessly through the air to land in a heap on the floor.
'Maribug, I need Ladynette 'cause Fatherfly wants to be a mermaid,' Chat Noir hollered as he got to his feet.
Marinette, Tikki, and Alya all stared at him, nonplussed.
'Would you like to try again, Sport?' Alya asked.
Finally noticing her presence, Chat Noir's spine stiffened, and his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darted between the three of them, growing more panicked by the second.
Marinette rushed to her feet, hands up in a placating gesture. 'It's ok, Chat. I've already told her all about me.'
'Oh, thank Bast,' he sighed, dropping his transformation.
'Whoa,' she cried, taking a step forward.
'What the hell?' screamed Alya, as she pointed at him.
'You idiot,' Plagg added, scornfully.
Tikki sat on her throne, eating a biscuit, as she watched the scene unfold.
'I said I told her about me,' squealed Marinette. 'I never said anything about your identity.'
He rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. 'Oops.'
Plagg rolled his eyes. 'I'm saddled with a moron.'
Alya was watching Plagg closely. 'So, this little beastie turns you into Chat Noir?'
'That's right,' Plagg answered, 'and I'm not a beast.' Huffing with wounded pride, he flew over to join Tikki, ignoring the mess behind him.
'Wait a second,' Alya drawled, turning to point at Marinette. 'You don't even like Adrien,' she accused.
Marinette shrank in on herself. 'Well, to be fair, I never hated him,' she stressed. 'Furthermore, I told Chat Noir I'd love him, whoever he turned out to be.'
'Then, that begs the question, do you really love him, or do you just feel obligated to say that?' she pressed.
'I mean I properly love him,' Marinette spluttered. 'I really, really do love you Adrien. You know that, right?' she asked, turning to him, feeling desperate.
'I do know that,' he replied, with a wink. 'Like Cher said, it's in her kiss.'
'I don't think that's quite how the song goes,' Alya said.
Adrien shrugged, dismissively. 'My point still stands.'
'Anyway,' Marinette pushed on, 'what were you saying when you came in, Adrien?'
'Oh,' he exclaimed. 'Father's gone stark, raving mad. I didn't know what to do.'
'So, you thought you'd ask Ladybug for advice,' Alya guessed.
'At the very least, agree to my plan to take his Miraculous from him,' he agreed.
There was a heavy pause.
'Wait, what?' Alya asked.
'Yeah,' he droned. 'My father is Papillon.'
She blinked at him. 'That is so messed up.'
'I know right?' Marinette agreed, vociferously.
'Does Nino know about any of this?' Alya went on.
Adrien looked guilty. 'Not as such.'
'Have you two even really talked to each other, yet?'
Marinette and Adrien both shuffled, uncomfortably.
'Oh, for the love of,' Alya sighed, with a roll of her eyes. 'What have you accomplished?'
'We know how we feel about each other,' Marinette supplied.
'Plus, we know who Papillon is,' added Adrien.
'Do you know what you're going to do about him?' Alya said, with exaggerated patience.
Marinette struck a heroic pose. 'We kick his butt.'
'Then what?'
Adrien's phone rang. His face lit up after he pulled it from his pocket. 'It's Nino. Hey Nino,' he said in greeting, as he put the phone to his ear.
Alya snatched it from him. 'We're at Marinette's place. Get here now,' she ordered before hanging up.

Adrien explained everything to Nino as succinctly as possible. Nino, however, appeared to have slipped into a state of catatonia, where he sat on the chaise.
'That's it, you've broken him,' Alya declared.
Marinette waved an éclair under his nose. 'I think you killed him,' she said sadly, when he didn't react.
'Dibs on the éclair,' trilled Adrien, reaching out for it.
Immediately, Nino came to life. He snatched the pastry from Marinette and stuffed it in his mouth, levelling a hard stare at Adrien.
'I can't believe you kept all of this from me,' he grumbled around his mouthful.
Adrien cringed. 'Sorry, Buddy. It was a matter of safety.'
'If you're all quite done indulging each other,' Plagg interrupted, 'you still have the matter of Papillon, your father, to attend to.'
Nino snorted. 'So not surprised.'
'Ok, guys,' Adrien said, drawing their attention. 'I've thought about this a lot today, and he may be Papillon, but he's still my dad. I know he's not much, but he's all I've got, so please show some mercy.'
Marinette nodded sombrely, while Alya huffed and crossed her arms, but raised no objections. Nino sighed and shrugged, indicating it was Adrien's decision.
'Thanks guys, I appreciate it. Here's my plan... '

Marinette accompanied Adrien back to his place, where they greeted Gabriel amicably inside the foyer, before going up to Adrien's room. Mercifully, Gabriel didn't question Marinette's presence, or Adrien's leaving without permission, simply choosing to raise an eyebrow at his son's apparent disobedience.
'Are you sure this is going to work?' she whispered.
He held out a hand, wobbling it from side to side, with a grimace. 'When it comes to Father, I'm never sure of anything.'
They entered his room, closing the door behind them.
'Wouldn't it be better to have Ladybug and Chat Noir around for this?' Plagg enquired, grumpily.
Tikki nodded. 'This feels like we're going into battle naked.'
'If we transform, we risk tipping him off,' Marinette explained, though she wasn't sure how she felt about this plan, either.
She was confident in Adrien's assessment of Gabriel, but she felt woefully underprepared in her civilian clothes.
They sat on the couch, tensely waiting for the next stage of the plan to begin.

Adrien drummed his fingers impatiently against his knees. He knew the others were doubtful, but he knew Gabriel the best. Besides, if things did go pear shaped, he and Marinette still had Plagg and Tikki in reserve.
He twitched when the doorbell rang. As part of his plan, he had left the front gate ajar to allow Nino to slip inside.
Nino had approached the house, and let himself in. 'Hello?' he yelled, from the foyer. 'Yo Adrien, where you at?'
Adrien rushed to his bedroom door, Marinette close behind, but just as he reached the stairs, Gabriel burst out of his office.
'What do you think you're doing, trespassing on my property?' demanded Gabriel.
'I think you just answered you own question, Old Man,' Nino teased.
'Get out now, before I call the police,' Gabriel shouted.
Adrien and Marinette continued down the stairs, hoping to intervene before Gabriel got too riled up.
'Don't just stand there like an idiot, leave immediately.' Gabriel had spittle flying from his lips. It didn't reach Nino, but he pretended to wipe stray drops from his cheek with disgust.
'I've told you before, I don't want you in my house or near my son.'
Adrien placed himself between them, arms outstretched. 'It's ok, Father, he means no harm.'
'No harm, my foot,' Gabriel retorted, sceptically. 'Get out of my house, you disreputable ruffian. I won't have you dirtying my floors with your cheap footwear.'
'Oh, you mean these?' Nino asked, raising one foot. He wiggled it about, tiny specs of dirt flying off the soles.
Marinette lay a soothing hand on Gabriel's arm. 'He's going, it's ok. Just take a deep breath and calm down.'
That was the wrong thing to say. Gabriel's face went from an irate pink, to a dangerous puce. He screamed wordlessly, staring at Adrien and Nino with bloodshot eyes.
Marinette pulled her phone from her pocket. 'Send in plan B, Alya, now.'
She then dropped her phone in favour of grabbing Gabriel's arm as he took an enraged stride toward Nino. Adrien clung to his other arm, then they both dug their heels in, in an attempt to slow him down. But Gabriel kept going, dragging them along as he pursued Nino, who kept taunting him as he remained just out of reach.
Adrien and Marinette struggled for twenty minutes, trying to prevent a homicide, until there was a knock on the door. Nino leapt over the bannister to answer it.
Four burly men in white uniforms entered. They took in the situation in a glance, then raced into action. They tackled Gabriel, burying him beneath their bodies, as Adrien and Marinette jumped aside.
They struggled for a few minutes, until each man was holding down a limb, all breathing hard, as Gabriel continued to squirm.
Alya appeared in the doorway, her phone still in her hand.
'You kids made the right decision, calling us,' said the man holding down Gabriel's right arm.
'I'll say,' grunted the man pinning his right leg. 'This one's a danger to himself, and others.'
The man restraining Gabriel's left arm placed his knees on strategic points to keep the arm immobile while he patted down Gabriel's torso.
Gabriel protested loudly and wriggled about, but the orderly removed two pens, a pencil, a roll of measuring tape, a teaspoon, a photo of Emilie, and a small, purple brooch. He handed all the items to Adrien, then with the assistance of the other orderlies, hauled Gabriel to his feet.
They dragged him outside, wailing and crying, and into a waiting van, strapping him into a gurney for safe transport.
'We'll have him assessed, and let you know what we think would be the best course of action,' the first man said to Adrien.
He nodded in reply. 'Thank you. Try to be careful with him, please.'
The man nodded, and returned to his van, Centre Hospitalier Sainte-Anne, written on the side.
He sighed as the van drove away, Gabriel's voice still audible. Feeling forlorn, he looked at the items still in his hands.

Marinette accompanied Adrien when he took the Butterfly Miraculous to Fu. He'd been quiet since the orderlies had taken Gabriel away, so she worried about him. She wanted to tell him everything would be all right, but she had no way of knowing that, so she remained silent.
'I'm sorry your father was a lunatic,' Fu commiserated. 'It is an unfortunate consequence of wielding a Miraculous you were not meant to have.'
Adrien looked up. 'Really?'
Fu nodded, smiling serenely.
Marinette felt a burst of hope on Adrien's behalf. 'So, the effects would only be temporary?'
'Precisely,' Fu confirmed. 'The longer he held on to the Butterfly, the worse it would have been. But since he only had it for about a year, the madness should wear off in a couple of weeks, or so, now that he no longer possesses it.'
'Why didn't you mention all this before?' demanded Adrien.
Fu shrugged. 'I'm old. I forget things.'
Marinette reached for Adrien's hand, hoping to forestall another outburst. 'This is good news.'
He sighed, and looked away, but wrapped his fingers around hers. 'I know.'
'Will you turn your father over to the police?' asked Fu, as he slurped his tea.
Marinette stilled. She knew she had agreed to defer to Adrien on the matter, but that didn't mean she didn't have an opinion.
'The look on Father's face as he was taken away, I've never seen him so anguished. Add to that the humiliation of being committed to an asylum, I think that's punishment enough.'
She looked at Adrien, comprehension dawning. She hadn't considered what Gabriel's loss would cost him personally. 'Why was he anguished?' she asked.
Still staring into his lap, Adrien explained, 'he wanted to bring Mother back. He misses her terribly, as do I, but this must've felt like losing her all over again. I can't even imagine how much he's hurting right now. He also wanted to be a mermaid and live under the sea, but I think that was the madness talking.'
'If you think depriving him of his powers, and denying him the chance of bringing your mum back is punishment enough, then I do, too,' she said, squeezing his hand.
He smiled at her. 'Thanks, Marinette.'
Fu picked up the brooch from where it sat on the low table. Humming tunelessly, he placed it inside a box with the other Miraculous. 'Now, if only I knew where the Peacock had gotten to.'

Ladybug and Chat Noir released an official statement declaring the defeat of Papillon. In an effort to quell any outrage after they refused to disclose his identity, they came up with a cock and bull story about a secret society of Miraculous guardians who had come to take charge of Papillon and punish him for his misdeeds in their own way.
The people were equal parts intrigued, and angry about that, as they would never see the terrorist face a legal system they could observe and understand. But, Ladybug and Chat Noir were adamant that he would be justly dealt with.
After an emergency press conference, Marinette and Adrien returned to his place to unwind in peace. They lay on his bed, cuddling, while Marinette ran her fingers through his hair.
'I knew it would be soft,' she breathed.
He grinned cheekily at her, before rubbing his hands over her head, messing her hair up beyond repair. 'Your hair is so thick and luxurious,' he chuckled.
She scowled back at him. 'If you're going to act like a child, then I guess we won't need to have any of our own when we're older.'
He gasped. 'I'm sorry, please don't deprive me of being a father. I want to know what our kids will look like, what they'll act like, and what we'll name them.'
'I already have names picked out,' she informed him, with a lofty toss of her head.
'Tell me,' he begged.
'We're going to have three kids. Two boys and a girl. Hugo, Emma, and Louis.'
He gaped at her in awe. 'Those're wonderful names.'
'I know.'
There was a mean cackle as Plagg flew toward them. 'I can't wait to see the look on Chloe's face when you tell her you're a couple.'
'There's a point,' Tikki added. 'How are you going to explain your sudden couple status?'
'I don't see why we have to explain anything,' Adrien opined.
'I agree,' Marinette concurred. 'I'll tell my parents, of course, but everyone else can get stuffed.'
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