A/N: This one has been almost complete for a lot of weeks now, but in light of the fact that my school closed due to corona virus this week, it felt like the right time to polish it up. You'll see why. I promise this is all fluff. Something happy to consume while we all practice our "social distancing".

Not beta'ed. Please forgive typos.

Premise: When Marinette suddenly starts mixing up her words around Chat Noir, he concludes that she's figured out his identity and promptly freaks out. Marichat fluff.

Adrien could not stay focused. His skin itched in agitation and he kept fidgeting in his seat, glancing backwards forlornly at the vacant desk behind him. He tried again and again to find a comfortable position or at least force himself to follow the text Ms. Bustier was reading aloud, but it was a lost cause.

Marinette was still absent. This was the third day.

He missed her. Class wasn't the same without her soft whispers to Alya behind him or her tendency to make word salad whenever he looked in her direction. Her presence made him smile. Made him feel warm. Made him feel safe.

And clearly he couldn't function properly while filled up to the brim with anxious worry.

He had asked Alya about Marinette twice in the last two days. The first day she had shrugged, as mystified as him. On the second day, she had smirked, her honey brown eyes twinkling in amusement.

"If you're so worried, Sunshine, you should text her yourself."

He had blushed and turned back around, determined to get his chemistry work done. He fought with his brain for an hour and then his worry overcame his embarrassment, and he had texted.

She had never responded.

He had planned to ask Alya again before class, but she had arrived uncharacteristically late. He hoped that meant she had checked in on Marinette.

He turned to Alya the second the bell signaled the end of class. "Have you heard from Marinette yet?"

Alya winced. "She's really sick apparently. She caught the flu that's been going around. She can't get out of bed without hurling. Sabine warned me to stay away for my own protection."

Adrien sighed. First, Ladybug had asked him to take over her patrols because she was ill, and now, Marinette hadn't made it to class the whole week! This flu was beyond cruel in its choice of victims. Adrien could not think of two people less deserving of the sickness's wrath.

He knew he had no way of visiting Ladybug, but perhaps he could swing by Marinette's.

He shook his head at himself. Sabine was probably right. It was better to stay away. With Ladybug out of commission, he couldn't afford to get sick himself. Hawkmoth might have been quiet the last few days, but he couldn't count on that to last. And he had to be prepared to fight alone.

That conclusion was easy to reach. It was rational and pragmatic. It's what Ladybug would have advised him to do, but when his normal patrol route brought him just two rooftops away from Marinette's balcony, he could resist peeking in on her.

Her form lay curled up in the fetal position surrounded by a nest of pillows and blankets. She was asleep, but even unconscious her looked pale and waxy. He pulled back from the little round window feeling guilty for invading her privacy and witnessing her in this moment of weakness. He wished he could do something to help her feel better.

He was about to vault away when his eyes landed on the terrace garden filled with potted plants. The normally vibrant green leaves were drooping down as if they, too, were mourning the lack of Marinette's presence in their daily life. Upon closer inspection, Chat Noir discovered crumbly and dry soil in each pot. He knew almost nothing about taking care of plants. Gardening was something his father would hire someone for. But the heir to the Agreste fortune did at least know they needed water.

He clapped his hands together with a grin. This was something he could do.

It didn't take long to find her watering can and fill it up at the nozzle located on the lowest part of the wall in the balcony's corner. He added small amounts of water to each clay pot, only then noticing that each home was carefully hand painted with flowers and vines or little hearts and stars. His favorite pot showed off little black kittens chasing flying ladybugs.

Marinette really was amazingly talented.

She also tended to a huge variety of plant life. She had herbs, vines, grass-like stalks, and he knew from experience that there should have been flowering buds, but they were sealed tightly closed refusing to flaunt their bright colors for all the birds and bugs to see. He knew that gardening was difficult and that each plant probably needed something slightly different.

He glanced back through Marinette's round window, to her very still roll on the bed. He had never seen her so still. Who knew when she would be able to make it out here again.

After he was finished watering, he cut his patrol short and headed straight home. Chat Noir had research to do.

It turned out that potted plants needed fertilizer or some kind of plant food to reintroduce nutrients into their soil. But different varieties needed it with varying amounts and frequencies. He didn't know all the plants Marinette had, but he supposed the next day he would have to take pictures of each one and come home to identify them so he would be able to find more specific care instructions.

It did seem that most plants did well with water in the morning and/or evening because in the middle of the day the wet leaves could fry in the hottest part of the day. And apparently, over watering was a danger as well.

And some plants needed regular pruning.

He glanced through his schedule. If he got up an hour earlier than Nathalie's scheduled wake up call, he would have time to take pictures of and water all of Marinette's plants and be back in his room with ten minutes to spare.

Then, he could spend all of his free period with the pictures identifying what they were and put specific care instructions for each one in a document that he could send to his staff and refer to whenever he needed to.

Quickly stopping by Marinette's as Chat Noir in the morning and evening had quickly become part of his routine. His secret gardening consoled some restless part of his soul. He was able to peek in on her and feel like he was helping in some small way.

He could even focus in class again. In fact, he had to be insanely efficient with his time in order to complete his homework, fill his modeling obligations, go on a daily patrol, and stop by his favorite balcony. Somehow, he pulled it all off smoothly each and every day, and the twice daily stops were quickly becoming his favorite parts of the day.

It was peaceful and colorful now that the flowers were willing to show their petals again. He had long since stopped feeling self conscious amongst the plants. He talked and sang to them. His research had said that also would help them.

Really he shouldn't have been surprised when she caught him on the fourth day.

"Kitty? What are you doing out there?"

Startled at her sudden presence, he dropped the cap full of miracle grow onto the ground with a curse. The green liquid spread out across the deck, seeping into the panels of stained wood. He looked around rapidly for some kind of towel to soak it up. He knew the stuff was toxic to many birds and he wouldn't want them to get sick because of his carelessness.

"Uh, hey there, princess!" He greeted distractedly as he mopped up his spill. "Are you feeling better?"

He glanced up at her then and smiled. Her eyes shined with their usual vibrant blue, and she had just a hint of color in her cheeks. In short, she looked healthy again, and he could not be more relieved.

"Loads," she answered with a friendly smile. "I might even be able to make it back to school on Monday. Were you watering my plants?"

His gloved hand flew unconsciously to the back of his neck. "Uh yeah. Watering." He pointed to the plant he had just given the plant food. "And the Internet said that this one needed fertilizer every other day and yesterday, I pruned this one because it was looking crowded. I hope you don't mind. I heard you were sick and when I was passing by on patrol I noticed the plants were looking a little dry. And I thought it would be such a shame if your garden took a hit just because you were ill. I know you love it up here."

He eyed her warily trying to gauge her reaction. She wouldn't feel irritated at him invading her space, would she? His form loosened in relief when she only smiled again.

"That was really thoughtful Chat Noir," she said, as she took a seat on one of the balcony's chairs. "Thank you. I didn't realIze you gardened."

Heat rose to his face. "I don't really. Never done it before this week actually."

"But then, how did you know about the pruning and the fertilizer?"

"I… uh. I kinda looked it up?" he admitted, jumping into the seat behind her to hide his embarrassment. "I really just looked up how much water to give, but then it gave different directions for different plants, so I had to come back and take pictures of each one, so I could look up directions for each one."

"Y-you t-took the time to identify each plant?!" she repeated, her eyes blown wide, staring at him in surprise.

"Well, I didn't want to do it wrong and then ruin the garden I was trying to save for you," he said.

"Th-that's… you… that was so yind of kew. I mean! Kind! I meant kind of y-you. Y-you definitely didn't h-have t-to do that."

The teenaged hero frowned at her stutter. She only stuttered around Adrien.

"You okay princess? Maybe you should go lie back down."

"Y-yeah, you're nice… I mean, right. You're right. I should back lie… I mean lie back down."

Chat hovered behind her ready to catch her should she stumble or fall. Watching her go down the ladder was the worst, but she made it without the slightest sway and cooperatively climbed back into her bed. He brought up the blankets to cover her and she gathered them in a cocoon around her.

"W-will you come back tomorrow?" she asked with pleading eyes. "J-just time one… one time."

"Anything for you, princess." He winked as he leapt agilely up the ladder and back into the balcony.

He bounded away towards home, trying to puzzle out her new behavior. Had he done something to offend her? Perhaps she thought it was creepy that he was right outside her bedroom window every day, twice a day. He really hadn't thought this through at all.

He tried to ease the anxious mental spiral. He was probably overthinking this. She was sick after all. That was probably why she was stuttering.

He came back the next morning, and she had croissants fresh from the oven and steaming tea ready for him. She had already taken care of the plants. He tried not to be disappointed by this fact. He had enjoyed tending to the delicate life forms. It was nice to work at creating something for a change.

"These are amazing," he gushed, after taking his first bite. Really the buttery confections never got old, especially when he was hardly allowed simple carbs. "My compliments to the baker! You really didn't have to feed me though you know."

"I w-wanted to say thank you," she stammered, her face blushing in red.

"You look so much better with color in your cheeks," he told her thoughtlessly. But he really had been worried about her.

Her eyes turned away as her cheeks somehow became even redder. "I r-really meel fuch better!" She managed. "Much better! Gah!" her face fell into her hands in embarrassment.

This was way too familiar. This was how she acted around Adrien all the time. His mind spiraled into the worst possible explanation and he felt the blood drain from his face. He dropped the croissant, that was now forgotten in his lap.

"How did you figure it out?" he made himself ask.

"F-figure what?"

He leaned forward and took her hands in his own. "You can't tell anyone," he beseeched. "Please, Marinette." He pulled back again, and dragged his hands through his hair. "God, Ladybug's going to kill me."

"Chat calm down," Marinette urged, her delicate fingers rested hesitantly on his shoulder trying to reassure him. "It's okay. I would never tell anyone anything if you don't want me to."

His eyes flew back to hers and he felt a bit calmer in her gentle blue gaze. Marinette was trustworthy. He knew that better than anyone. "I hope you're not mad at me."

"W-why would I be mad?"

"Sometimes it just seemed so two faced to come here as Chat because you treated me so differently as Adrien."

She stumbled backwards and fell over the chair. He rushed over to her and helped her up.

"W-what?!" Her scream was shrill. "You're Adrien?!"

Once they were both standing steadily she hit his arm. Hard.

"You stupid cat! Why would you tell me that?!" Her stutter had vanished, he noted. And she was angry. Very angry.

The air rushed out of his lungs and he blinked at her as her words registered. "I thought you knew?"

Now, Ladybug was really going to kill him. It was bad enough when he thought that Marinette had him figured out, but she hadn't. He had just blurted it out like an idiot.

"Based on what?" she demanded.

"You've always been awkward around me as Adrien. But you're so sassy and confident around everyone else. Even Chat Noir! Maybe especially Chat Noir. But when you started mixing up your words around Chat the same way you do sometimes around Adrien, I figured that you had me pegged."

She looked like she had been hit by a train. She just stared at him.

"You literally only treat Adrien that way," he added, mostly to break the silence.

"That's not... I don't..." she spluttered.

"If you hadn't figured it out, why did you start treating Chat Noir differently?" he asked. "You don't like him either? Has he done something wrong?"

"You think that I don't like you?" she whispered. Her voice sounded so small, so far away.

He winced. "I mean, not exactly! You just seem so nervous a lot of the time. Am I that frightening or intimidating?" He was started to panic down another spiral. That he realized it didn't help him at all.

Marinette could see that he was freaking out. Adrien was standing there in front of her, only he was Chat Noir. And she wanted to process that. She needed to. But she couldn't. He was hurt. And she had put that hurt there.

Before anything else, she had to fix that.

Marinette took a breath, stepped forward, and gently enclosed his clawed hand into her own, trying to communicate what she's never been able to put into words.

His green eyes swivelled back to her, swimming in confusion, begging her to explain. Because he still didn't understand.

"I... I..." she stammered. She inwardly cursed her inability to communicate with him.

This time, he squeezed her hand. And she drew courage from that. This wasn't just Adrien. This was Chat Noir, and yes, she had just figured out that she loved him as his superhero self and that made her nervous. But he was her partner. She trusted him more than anyone else on the whole planet. He had proven time again that he would protect her life. Maybe it was time to let him protect her heart as well.

And however this is going to go, he would be gentle with her.

"Adrien has made me nervous for a long time," she admitted staring down into their clasped hands. Somehow it was easier talking about him in third person even though she knew she was talking to him. "It's not because he's scary or famous or that I don't like him... quite the opposite in fact..."

She glanced up, the green sclera opened beseechingly. He waited with so much patience.

"I've always stuttered or mixed up my words around Adrien because... I was..." she licked her lips, fidgeted from one foot to the other, and glanced up at his face again. "...in love with him." She rushed the words out. Part of her felt more anxious than ever. But she also felt lighter, freer.

"I always behave that way around boys that I like..." she admitted, and looked down again as heat bloomed in her face and neck.

She glanced up again. Chat... no, Adrien looked like he had swallowed a melon whole. His eyes were wide, his grip on her hands tightened, and she was no longer certain he was even breathing.

"Please say something," she begged, wringing her hand even though he still held it.

"You... you love Adrien?" He whispered.

"That's what I said."

"And-and you started mixing up your words around Chat because... you like him too?"

She nodded, her cheeks burned hotter than before.

"You fell for both of me?" It was like he couldn't believe it.

And then, his eyes watered.

"Please don't cry kitty," she begged, wiping a fallen tear from his black mask. She had never seen him cry before in either persona. She didn't know what to do.

He pulled her into a hard hug, his arms swept around her and he pressed her form into the hard leather of his catsuit. Soon, he was balling into her shoulder.

Marinette let herself melt into his embrace, tracing soothing patterns onto his back. She was still unsure how he felt about her confession, but she was determined to be there for him.

He finally quieted, and with one last comforting squeeze, he pulled away. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I'm crying. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's okay," she soothed.

"You're just so amazing, Marinette. I don't know that I could ever deserve you. I don't know what someone like you could ever see in someone like me. And that you do see something in both sides of me, that means a lot to me. You are so kind. You have no idea how much I admire you!"

Marinette felt like she might break from the growing tension - like a violin string pulled too tight - ready to snap. Listening to him gush was amazing, but she still couldn't tell if he was letting her down easy or preparing for their wedding.

The silence grew and Marinette couldn't take it.

"So... does that mean?" she prompted.

"Would you like to go on a date?" he blurted.

And just like that, the tension eased as if it had never been. And she started giggling.

"I would love that kitty. What did you have in mind?"

"Umm... is it okay if it's a surprise?"

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, but don't go too crazy A-Adrien."

"You called me Adrien," he said gleefully.

"I-I did."

"Plagg, claws in."

And there he was standing in front of her, his white overshirt over his usual black t-shirt. His face bare and without a mask was as familiar as her partner's. Her nerves exploded again, and she couldn't speak.

"You still okay?" He asked with a small smile that spoke with the gentleness of a butterfly's wing.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He glanced at her lips. "M-may I kiss you?"

She nodded and just before their lips touched, her eyes landed on Plagg. Who floated ominously over Adrien's shoulder with a cold glower directed right at her. And she understood. This was unfair.

She stopped him with a hand to the chest. "No wait!"

"Something wrong princess?"

She closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. Apparently, the call for bravery was not over.

"Before you kiss me," she began, drawing comfort from the hand that remained on his chest. "Before you agree to date me or be my b-boyfriend." Could it be any hotter up here?! "I h-have to tell you something."

He pulled back and waited. But she didn't speak. "Whatever it is, I'm sure that..."

"Please, let me say this," she begged. "You need to know! Plus, Plagg may cataclysm me in my sleep if I don't come clean."

"Plagg?" Adrien repeated in confusion, turning towards the floating Kwami of destruction. "How do you know Plagg?"

She sighed. "We've met. A few times actually. He uh... he helped me defeat Style Queen when you lost…" she trailed off. Adrien had been Style Queen's first victim. Of course, Chat Noir hadn't been so irresponsible as to lose his miraculous. "No, when you had turned into a statue. And during Sandboy we collaborated a plan together."

"Plagg helped... you." He repeated slowly. He licked his lips. "He helped you... defeat Style Queen."

He was staring at her in shock and for once she held his gaze. She had to.

"M'Lady?"

She nodded.

"Really?!" He was grinning like a cat who had fallen into a vat of cream. He picked her up by the waist and twirled her around. "This is perfect!" He laughed, his mirth spilling over into the very air around them.

"It is?" she asked, not quite sharing in his joy. "You're not mad at all those times I rejected you for... well, you?"

"Marinette, I did the same thing to you when you confessed to me as Chat Noir."

"I mean, it's not the same thing! I confessed under false pretenses. You're not mad about that either?"

"Wait! False pretenses?" He froze and considered her for a moment. She tried not to fidget in his green eyed gaze as he put the pieces together. "I almost stumbled onto your identity that day… you didn't love me."

"I mean, I wouldn't admit it, no."

"You did it to distract me."

"Yeah…"

He looked away, lost in the memory. "I was so excited that day. That was the first time I had received a genuine confession."

"A-are you mad?" she asked, anxiously pulling at her sleeve's hem.

He just grinned and shook his head. "I might have been at some point. Now, it seems kinda funny."

He broke into giggles and she did too.

"Too bad you didn't figure it out," she managed between giggles. "Maybe we could have saved ourselves months of chasing each other's tails."

"Goodness, we are so stupid," he drawled out.

"Blind," she corrected with a soft smile.

"What?"

"You were never stupid. Tikki says love is blind."

TIkki flew out at that exact moment. "Hello Adrien, it's nice to see you again under better circumstances."

He smiled at the red kwami. "Likewise," he agreed, with a small nod. Then he turned back to Marinette.

"So... can I kiss you now? We have Kwami approval?" Tikki looked pleased and Plagg shrugged as if to say "if you must".

"M'lady?"

She nodded.

His lips pressed into hers. And it wasn't how kisses were in stories. There were no fireworks. She didn't feel like her feet left the floor. If anything, it was awkward because neither of them could stop smiling long enough to really let their lips melt into the other.

But that was okay. They now had all the time in the world to practice.

Marinette jerked away. "You shouldn't be kissing me actually."

"What?" He went rigid in her arms, clearly worried he had done something wrong.

"I don't want you to get sick," she observed worriedly.

He relaxed his forehead against hers and smiled again. "I don't care about that."

"You say that now. This bug knocked me out for a solid week and I'm still shaky."

Adrien did get sick two days later. Ladybug brought him broth. She knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to hold anything else down and even the broth was a toss-up.

"I feel awful," he complained to her.

"I told you," the heroine quipped without sympathy even as she nestled down next to him in bed.

He just leaned into her presence, his eyes remained closed. "It was worth it," he told her. "I have no regrets. If I die from this, I will die happy."

"No!" She barked in objection. "You have to live forever!"

He laughed weakly and then started coughing instead. When the coughing finally subsided, he threaded his fingers through hers. "I promise I will, Buginette. That, or I will die trying."

She nuzzled against him, and released her transformation. She couldn't ask for better than that.

"See that you do, kitty. See that you do."

He started purring, and they both promptly fell asleep. Marinette still hadn't entirely recovered from her own illness afterall, and the worst had yet to hit Adrien. But they would weather it together.

Hope you enjoyed! Please stay healthy!

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