Adrien is sick and ladybug pops in and takes care of him and in his weird fever dream he tells her he’s chat noir. Marinette is shocked but didn’t care because she has a mission to heal this boy!
Okay, so I don’t really know where I was going with this one, so, uh, here go:
When Marinette heard thatAdrien was sick, she didn’t hesitate to pop in and check on him. After all, she’dvolunteered to bring him his homework, so she might as well swing in and cheerhim up. Actors visited sick children all the time, so why couldn’t superheroes?
Anchoring herself on oneof the rails, she lowered down to his window and peaked inside, seeing a blondheap curled up in the bed. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to disturb him,but she did still need to drop off his homework… She’d be in and out quick, andperhaps she’d stop by later when he was awake. Pushing open the window, shedropped down onto the floor slowly and fastened her yoyo back to her hip.
Adrien was seeminglysound asleep in his bed, a glass of water and cough medicine resting on hisbedframe, so Ladybug quietly set his assignments on his desk. She knew sheshould leave, but she couldn’t resist, so she plopped carefully onto the bednext to him and brushed a few stray locks back into place. His forehead wassweaty and warm, and his breaths were a little ragged. Poor thing. She nearlyjumped out of her skin when a wet cough traveled up from his chest, and sheshot off the bed before he could see her creepily looming over him.
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’thave- I didn’t mean to-” She stammered as he shifted and rolled over, squintingup at her.
“Ladybug?” He slurred,clearly a little disoriented, possibly only half-way awake.
“Hi, I was just droppingby, and I see that you’re sick, so I should just go.” She gestured to thewindow with a guilty wince.
“Mmm, stay,” Herequested, weakly pawing the air to stop her.
“Are you sure? You shouldrest,” She said, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed again.
“I feel like a million-”He paused to cough into his blanket before continuing. “I’m fine, Bugaboo. Thiscat’s got nine lives.”
She smiled at him fondlyuntil his words seeped in then slowly her smile faded into a pensive frown. Hecouldn’t be. It wasn’t real. There was no way. He was just sick and delirious.How would she not have noticed that the boy of her dreams was her partner allalong? Then again…Chat was the only person who ever called her Bugaboo.
“You’re pretty,” He said,poking her arm, and something about the way his hair was ruffled made her heartjolt in her chest.
“Adrien, why did you callme that?” She asked seriously, slapping his hand back down.
“Because you are pretty,”He replied, blinking affectionately.
“Well, I always call youthat,” He slurred. “You always tell me not to, but you’re just so cute. I can’thelp it.”
Ladybug sighed, doing herbest to suppress a smile as he rolled his head back against the pillow andsneezed. She passed him the box of tissue and chuckled as he blew his noserather unattractively. It was funny how one small detail could change her wholeimage of a person. All that time spent mustering up the courage to talk to himseemed so silly now considering they talked and laughed together every day.Adrien was her partner, her best friend, her Chat Noir.
And she was hopelessly inlove with him.
“You should take somemore medicine,” She advised when he broke into another coughing fit.
“Can you get it?” He saidin an almost whine, so she retrieved the bottle and issued out another dosewhich she helped him take without spilling. His face scrunched at the taste, soshe pressed the glass of water to his lips and helped him gulp it down.
“Is there anything else Ican get you?” She said, leaning her elbows on her knees and resting her chin onher fists.
“Can you get Plagg someCamembert? I didn’t go to the store today, and it’s his favorite,” He said,eyelids drooping, and Ladybug tucked him back in snugly.
“Of course, minou. I’llget right on it,” She cooed, brushing stray hairs away from his face.
“Thanks.” He blinkedsleepily before his fevered exhaustion won him over, and a small black spritefloated over from the trash can.
“How did I always know he’dbe the first to crack?” Plagg said, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Oh, leave him be. He’ssick,” She chided, but Plagg couldn’t care less. There was a more important matter at hand.
“So, are you gonna go getme Camembert, or not?”
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