Au inspired by @thatgirl257 fanfiction; http://archiveofourown.org/works/35103646, Emilie sickness and the peacock adrien aus:
So in this universe, Adrien's Miraculous broke during one of the battles between Hawk moth.
Adrien and Plagg didn't release that the ring was damaged so they went on with their day.
As Adrien continues using it, he often has headaches and nausea. During battles, Chat noir moves slower than he usually is and doesn't say any puns that much anymore.
Ladybug has to save him every time. Ladybug was annoyed by him and, at the same time is worried:
"Chat noir are you okay? You're not acting like yourself anymore"
"I'm fine… I'm just tired that's all" followed by a cough
Ladybug wasn't convinced though… she kept an eye on him in battles.
It gotten worse, Adrien will always stumble, cough, headache, and have a hard time breathing. It's like his body is dying
It concerned Plagg, Nathalie, and Gabriel. But Gabriel was the most anxious this reminded him of Emillie. Gabriel insisted his son take it easy and rest on his bed, but Adrien begged to let him go to school and that he would be fine. This was hard for Gabriel, but he eventually agreed.
Gabriel contacted the school, warning them to keep an eye on his son and what is going on with him.
When the symptoms started appearing, Plagg realised what was happening. The miraculous is broken
Plagg told Adrien about this and tried to convince him to stop using the miraculous and ask for Ladybug's help
But Adrien didn't listen; he told him that he doesn't want to be a burden to Ladybug, especially now she is the guardian.
Adrien ones pass out on school. Of course, they called his parents. The next day he didn't go to school. His friends were worried about him when they questioned his father about this. He reassured them that he is fine and that he just needed some rest. He also told them to keep quiet about this incident, but of course it got leaked as the news spread not only in Paris but the world
Chat noir doesn't appear in battles that much anymore. When he does, he looks like he is exhausted and tired. He became slower as the battle continued.
When Chat Noir doesn't show up on battles, Ladybug has to be the one protecting the city alone. Every time the battle gets too much for her, she calls the other heroes. The other holders now appear more often.
When Chat noir finally appeared for the first time in months there was another person besides him. He had the peacock miraculous he introduced himself as Argos. The peacock hero said that he will be assisting Chat noir for the battle. Before Ladybug can question why he has the Peacock miraculous the battle begun.
During the battle, Argos' concerns seemed to be Chat noir and only Chat Noir. He kepts protecting him from the attacks and saving him while he let Ladybug get hit and in danger. While Ladybug was busy fighting that akuma, Argos make sure Chat noir is well as he kept as eye on him.
After they purified the akuma Ladybug wanted to ask Argos for the miraculous but her concern shifted to Chat noir when he started coughing really loudly, he sounded like he was having a hard time breathing before she could ask him if he was alright. Argos picked Chat noir up in bridal style and left:
'Sh*t! It's getting worse' Argos curses as he tries to keep the cat hero standing and his other arm on his shoulder.
Ladybug went toward the two with worried glances. "Chat! Are you oka-" before Ladybug could finish the question. Argos lifted Chat noir's legs and as he carried him in bridal style when he felt his knees buckle amd left the scene leaving a confused and concert bug
Don't worry Adrien/Chat Noir doesn't die; I can't bring myself to :,)
I'm so sorry for the delay, my month of July has been pretty eventful in my personal life and I kept doubting myself a lot. I regrouped some of the remaining prompts since some of them fit well together, like those two. I already have next chapter/prompt written, I just have to edit.
Thank you all for the likes and comments, it means a lot to me!
Day 23 & 11: Feeling under the weather/ Kwami Swap
After all the stress from the events of the previous weeks, Adrien caught a bad cold. His boyfriend and the kwamis are worried for him. They search for a solution. You can read it on Ao3 as usual here.
Adrien buries himself in my bed, now our bed, as I check the kitchen for medicine that could help with his cold. All the stress from the reveals, running in the cold rain, fighting and arresting his own father, finding his mother’s body in a coffin, he was bound to get sick, it was written in the stars.
His coughs echo between the walls of the houseboat and I can’t help but worry. He was always in an over sanitized and clean environment and now he lives with us on the Liberty, the kingdom of disorder and messes. Maybe we should clean more? Plagg and Sass phase through the doors also looking for something to help my boyfriend get better. Why doesn’t my mother keep medicine around here? I know that Juleka and I rarely get sick and it would be irrational to keep something we don’t need when we have limited space, but still. Most of our friends are busy with the media and the police so none of them could be of help, and Jules is probably busy with Rose right now. I take a glass and fill it with warm water before adding a spoon of honey.
A particularly rough cough has me running back to my bedroom. Adrien sits on the bed, blankets loosely draped around him, his eyes so small I’m not even sure that he’s seeing anything. We need something, quickly. Both Kwamis hover each of my shoulders looking as worried as I am. Right, the Miraculouses. I’m sure Marinette would understand.
“Will you be alright if I leave for a bit? I’ll go to the drug store to pick up something for you. We could have gone to the clinic if people would not have swarmed us to harass you with their stupid questions…” I ask him.
“I’m Chat Noir, I’ve faced worse…” He barely finished his sentence that he’s thrown into another coughing fit.
Plagg looks at me, worry obvious in his eyes. He looks torn about something as his eyes darts between me and my boyfriend.
“I really hate doing this, but maybe scales should stay here…” The cat kwami mumbles.
“I can’t, I need to go get medicine for Adrien!” I reply, offended by his suggestion.
“No, I meant Sass. You’re fast as Viperion, but you could be faster… I don’t want to leave him alone, but the faster we get medicine, the sooner my kitten will feel better.”
“Wait, you’re suggesting that we switch?” Adrien says, his voice hoarse.
“I don’t like it either, but Guitar boy will be quicker and sneakier than as Viperion and he’ll get less attention than Viperion wandering alone, which would mean that you are an easy target since you would be alone."
I understand where he’s coming from, but Adrien already lost so much, I don’t want to take his Miraculous even if only for a few minutes. They have been through so much together; it feels wrong to take them apart. He coughs again and I sit next to him, offering him the glass of water. He takes it and sips slowly the liquid as I lace my arm on his shoulders, keeping him close to me.
He takes my hand and I feel something metallic between our palms. He then slowly retreats it, burying himself in the blankets. The black cat miraculous shines in my hand, turning pitch black as the camouflage fades. I realize that Plagg has disappeared, leaving only my Kwami.
"Stay with him, will you Sass? I don’t want to leave Adrien alone…"
"Of course, master Luka. It would not be the first time he uses my miraculous."
I look up at him with resolve before sliding off the bracelet from my arm and onto my boyfriend’s. I kiss his forehead, a promise of coming back as soon as possible. Standing up, I slide the ring on my finger, the same one that I hope will bear the sign of our love in a not so far away future. Plagg reappears in front of me in a flash of green light. He wastes no time and goes give a hug to his chosen’s forehead. He usually does it on the nose, but considering all the snot in the area, it was better if he didn’t. I don’t even know if Kwamis can get sick... He flies back to me, his little face scrunched in worry.
"I guess you already know the words, make it quick please…"
"Of course, Plagg, I’ll go as fast as I can, don’t worry. Plagg, claws out!"
I don’t waste time doing a little dance as I usually do as Viperion as the magic transforms my body. The green light fades, leaving me in a tight black costume. I turn around to go on deck and I catch my reflection in the mirror.
As I expected, the suit is pitch black like Adrien’s but my arms are dark grey and some lime green accents make my eyes pop even more. Similarly, as Viperion, my pupils take on a more slit-like appearance. Two black ears stand on top of my head. Plates of armor cover my shoulders, my chest, and forearms. My hair darkened and the usual blue highlights turned green. I turn around slightly and I see stripes on my back and continues on a black tail. It swishes behind my legs, but unlike Chat Noir, it seems to be made of fur. The silver staff rests slightly over the tail. My gloves have green claws.
"You look good."
His voice brings me back to Earth.
"Thanks, but you’re the handsome cat, not me. I prefer my scales anyway."
"Well, you’re in luck…" He’s caught in another coughing fit before he finishes what he was saying.
I give him back the glass of water, which he takes gladly. It’s not as warm as it was, so I jog to the kitchen to refill it. The smell of honey fills my nostrils and it’s kind of overwhelming how much more I can smell… I walk back to him with a steaming glass. I kiss his forehead again before opening my bedroom window. "I’ll be back, don’t worry. Try to get some rest, my sunshine."
I’m cutting it close and it’s another short one, though not nearly as fluffy as I did for Soft Looks. I don’t know why I like Peacock!Adrien so much. I mean, the boy suffers enough but I guess Duusu would talk about his mom more than anyone. This is a bit more pre-relationship, my last draft had established relationship but I didn’t like how it was going. And after a pretty work intensive day at work (we’re being safe, don’t worry), I passed out so I couldn’t make this work as well as I wanted to. Fingers crossed, I get off at 2 tomorrow, like my boss promised because I have an idea for tomorrow’s fic and that includes some reasearch - which might also include watching Cirque Du Soleil. That’s all I’m saying. Also, I don’t think Duusu would love the idea of going to Master Fu, after what happened when he used the peacock Miraculous, so take with that what you will, enjoy.
@lukadrien-june
Kwami Swap
One minute, he’d been checking Adrien’s temperature and the next, he was holding him as he passed out, gently bringing him to the ground. The boat was empty, the other’s from Adrien’s class having not arrived yet. Adrien had gotten out of school early and when Luka came home, the blonde model was waiting for him. He was telling Luka why he was home when he went silent and his face started going white. Luka dropped his bag and went over to Adrien, resting his hand on Adrien’s neck and felt the languid heartbeat.
“I think I need to lay down.” was all Adrien got out before his whole body went slack and Luka had to hold him better before he fell over.
He stared down at the pale face, pushing the blonde hair away from the slack face, though it was starting to twitch as he started to stir.
“Adrien! Adrien!” a small voice cried. Springing from the blue scarf Adrien always wore, a blue Kwami came out, stilling when Luka saw him. “Oh. Hello Sass’ hatchling.”
“So I was right. Adrien is Plume Bleue.”
With no holder of the Cat Miraculous present, Ladybug had the other holders hold onto their Miraculous. While it was dangerous, Hawk Moth wanted the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous mostly, and the Peacock one because according to all the Akuma created, Plume Bleue stole it. But he couldn’t see Adrien stealing anything, not without good reason. And seeing the very concerned Kwami made him very sure of that. Plus the same kind and gentle heart song played from them both and he couldn’t see a thief playing such a song.
“Please don’t take the Miraculous from him. Though if you do, he’ll start to recover, which I want, but I don’t want to go to the master.” Tears started escaping from the big blue eyes. “If my Miraculous wasn’t broken, he’d be safe, but he saved me from his father and he’s always stuck in his house like he’s some sort of prized bird but he just wants to have fun!”
He looked down at Adrien when he felt him grab onto his wrist, the attached hand still holding onto blonde’s face.
“Please,” he begged even as weak as he seemed, “Please don’t take him.”
How could he say no when those green eyes where staring at him pleadingly?
“Come on,” he said instead, easily picking the blonde up, “Let’s get you into bed. We can talk to Marinette about this later.”
“Marinette?”
Oops, he forgot Adrien might not of known. But this was important and the leader of their group deserved to know that the person who’s been with her since day one was risking his life but wasn’t asking for help.
“I’ll take care of everything, I promise.”
Adrien either trusted him or was too tired to protest any more. He dropped his head against Luka’s neck, letting out a pitiful moan. “My head hurts.”
Luka was going through the list of things to do, including cancelling practise and coming up with an excuse to just have Marinette over without his sister assuming something (it wasn’t like that any more, he’d moved on) but there was something he wanted to know.
“Is this worth it? All the headaches and close calls when you’ve passed out in the middle of battle?”
“To create an Amok that makes an Akuma stop and remember what they loved before Hawk Moth got them, even if it hurts me later? Completely.”
How was he supposed to be mad at that?
“Well, let’s help you get better so you can do that more.”
“Sobby I bissed it,” Adrien said with a wet snort, frantically attempting to wipe his nose with his pajama sleeve. “Nadalie bade be sday hobe.” God, everything felt scratchy—he wished he could have Plagg take his skin off, though he knew that would only make things worse. A Cataclysm up his nose, though—that would hit the spot right about now.
Ladybug unslung her backpack and placed it on his desk. “Honestly, I’m glad she did,” she said with a chuckle. “You don’t get nearly enough time off, Kitten.”
“I’b fide,” Adrien protested, trying vainly to sit up in bed. “Deald wib worse.”
Ladybug reached into her backpack and pulled out a notebook. “Your face looked green in class today,” she said. “There’s no way that’s a healthy color.”
“Dode bock me,” he grumbled, turning away from her. It was bad enough she knew his identity and he didn’t know hers—the constant reminders of how close she was only aggravated him more, because no matter how many hints she dropped, he couldn’t seem to figure it out.
She pressed her hand against his forehead, and he mewled involuntarily at the feel of the cool spandex against his skin, closing his eyes and pressing into her touch.
“Kwami,” Ladybug breathed. “No wonder she kept you home. What’s your temperature?”
“Dirdy-nibe,” he grumbled.
“Thirty-nine?” she gasped. “Adrien, why were you even at school?”
He pouted for a second, acutely aware of how much larger his lips seemed than usual. “Wanded do... see you,” he mumbled.
Ladybug sat on the bed next to him, gently stroking his hair. “You wouldn’t have even known it was me,” she said.
He purred quietly under her fingers as she massaged his scalp. “Doesnd badder,” he said. “Sbend dime wid you.”
“You knew I was coming over after school with your notes,” she murmured. “I wouldn’t have minded waiting.”
Then her hands pulled away, and he mewled again, this time in distress. “Hang on, Kitty,” she said. “I’m getting you something.” She walked over to the desk, unzipped her backpack, and pulled out a thermos, holding it up. “I made chicken soup.”
Adrien smiled. “Anybun eber dell you you’re de besd girlfriend eber?”
She walked back over to his bed, unscrewing the thermos’ metal cap. “Only you,” she said. “Every day. For the last three weeks.”
“Bell, you are,” he snorted, taking the thermos from her hands and raising it to his lips. Oh, Cats, he could feel himself hydrating—the salt tasted heavenly, and the noodles were just soft enough against his hypersensitive gums. He swallowed around what felt like a pointed obstruction in his throat. “I lub you.”
“Aw, beau gosse,” Ladybug said, leaning down to peck him on the forehead. “I lub you too.”
It didn’t work. All the luck that Ladybug had sent his way must have stuck somewhere in the internet traffic because the next morning Adrien woke up with a pulsating headache, stuffy nose, and a sore throat. He groaned, shifting in his bed and threw his cover off. Too hot. Water. Thirsty. He needed some water stat, or he would die.
Adrien sat up. His head spun; a pained moan escaped lips. The clock showed… nine?
Shit.
Struggling to stand up, Adrien picked up the phone. There was a missed call from his father’s secretary and a few from Plagg. Adrien opened his messages. Ladybug has sent a few, wishing him a good morning and telling him about her plans for the day. Same stuff they’ve been exchanging for weeks now. He smiled. She was an amazing girl. He always looked forward to her messages. Unlike Plagg’s.
Plagg: Congratulations! You’ve won an extended session for the price of one. I’ll see you at my studio at seven in the evening. Next time you won’t pick up, you’re out.
Adrien groaned and flopped back onto the bed. The way he felt now, there was no way he could handle any session of Plagg’s, less an extended one. Maybe he should quit? Or maybe he could tell Plagg that he was sick? Surely even Plagg had a heart. Most likely he did. At least a physical one he certainly had.
Adrien: Can I get a rain check on that? I don't feel too stellar.
Plagg replied immediately.
Plagg: I'm not a convenience store to give out rainchecks. Seven or never.
Adrien groaned.
Adrien: At least make it a regular one.
Plagg: The only thing I can make it is a double-priced one. Would you like that?
Adrien pouted. Not that he couldn't afford Plagg’s fees. He could, but for Plagg’s attitude to him, Adrien refused to support the glutton further other than what they’d agreed upon.
Plagg: What are you a baby? Can’t handle some dancing?
Adrien scoffed. He called it dancing? He hadn’t danced a single step yet, pointlessly repeating exercises and moves Plagg ordered him as a broken record. He even stopped going to the gym. There was no need. Plagg worked him thrice as much as his personal trainer did, all while offering Adrien to quit at any given opportunity. Adrien growled. No way! Not after everything this arrogant glutton had put him through! Adrien couldn’t let him win. He’d go to that session and rock it.
Adrien: I’ll be there at seven.
Plagg: :thumbs-up:
Turning his phone off, Adrien shuffled to the kitchen. If he were to endure one of Plagg’s lessons this evening, he needed to get better. That meant rest, nutrition, and medicine. He lacked two: food because he was too tired to shop for it yesterday, and medicine because Adrien didn’t get sick often, so whatever he had was long expired. Trip to the store it was, and since he already was late for work, he might call in sick and skip it altogether. There is always a first time for everything, right?
Adrien changed and dialled his father. Gabriel wasn’t ecstatic, but he let it go, telling Adrien to get back as soon as he could. Glad that at least his father wasn’t heartless, Adrien went out to pick up food and medicine. He grabbed breakfast at a nearby café and focused on getting better upon returning, which meant hot bath, relaxing on a couch, and chatting with Ladybug. He kept his illness to himself, though. Ladybug had just gone through hell because of him. He had no right to get her sympathy.
Closer to the evening, Adrien ordered Tom and Sabine’s pastries to be delivered. After Marinette introduced him to the wonderful world of her parent’s bakery, Adrien couldn’t help but stop by every day after work. Today, however, he didn’t work, and he had to conserve energy for the torture session, so ordering in it was. Half an hour later someone knocked on a door.
“Marinette?” His eyes widened, followed by a lopsided smile on his lips. What a nice surprise.
“Hi.” She shyly waved at him from the hallway. “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. Papa asked me to deliver this to you.”
“Thanks.” Adrien motioned Marinette to come inside. “Did something happen?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, entering.
"It's five. Usually, you'd still be at work at this time."
“Ah, so the boss would scold me for leaving the work an hour early to attend to a sick father?”
Adrien chuckled. “The boss may do that. I’m not him, however. What’s with Tom? He looked healthy yesterday.”
“Nothing serious.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Dad caught a man cold and is being a baby about it. But of course, he didn’t tell me that when he called my work. I thought he was dying and raced over only to find out he has a slight fever and cough.”
Adrien laughed. “Tell him I said Hello and hope he gets better soon.”
“Thank you. I will.” She smiled. “His colds rarely last more than a few days. You, on the other hand, don’t look so well.”
Adrien rubbing the back of his neck, shrugging. “Cold. A regular one, though. Not the one your father has.”
“I hope you feel better soon,” Marinette said, passing him the box in her hands. “I believe these are yours.”
“With these, I definitely will.” Adrien grinned, opening the box. Once the lid was off, he frowned. “Um. I think someone made a mistake. Was Tom the one assembling it?”
Marinette leaned over to look inside the box. “Did he give you the wrong items in his feverish state? Although, I think it was Maman who packed this. Papa’s dying in his bed.”
Adrien shook his head. “Oh no. I have everything I asked for. Double the amount.”
Marinette frowned, glaring to the side, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her following grin was way too tense for Adrien’s liking. “They must have put it for you as get well wishes. Mama loves to spoil their regular customers.”
“I’m not that regular yet,” Adrien said. “I've only started going there after you told me about them a few weeks ago.”
“Really?” Marinette mumbled, still avoiding looking at him. “The way they talk about it, it seems much longer. In any case, enjoy and I’ll go. I have some scolding to do.”
She turned around to leave when a genius idea hit Adrien.
“Hey, Marinette?”
She paused, her body tensing. “Yes?”
“If you have some free time, do you want to come in for a cup of coffee? I mean only if you’re free because I’ve been kind of locked in here all day by myself and wouldn’t mind some company, even for a little while. And I have double the pastry, so… Please? If you want, of course. I don’t insist. I mean if you have free time… and not afraid to catch my cold.”
What was going on with him? Adrien could practically feel his cheeks burning. Why was it so hard to invite a friend for a cup of coffee? It’s not like he was asking her on a date or anything! Geez, Agreste! Compose yourself.
Marinette failed to suppress a chuckle. “I think I’ve already caught all the cold germs I could from Papa,” she said, the most endearing expression on her face he’d seen. “I have an hour to spare.”
Adrien glanced at the clock. It was five. He had to leave anywhere between six and six-fifteen. Perfect.
“Yes, please.” He grinned and prompted her to follow him into the kitchen. His heart full; he could hardly contain his excitement. How lucky was he to get Marinette all to himself for the whole hour? The perfect treat before he had to face Plagg The Tyrant.
Marinette was nice. She was fantastic. She reminded him more and more of Ladybug the longer they’d talked. She was smart and witty and funny and beautiful and everything in between. They had a lot in common, and even chatting about nothing was an experience Adrien would never forget. She made him feel so great; he’d cherish it forever. Somehow, Adrien didn’t notice where the time rushed to off, but when Marinette thanked him for the meal and stood up to leave, the clock showed thirty minutes to seven.
“Don’t be too grumpy about your butt camp,” she said gathering her things. “One of my best friends told me once that moving is the best way to get over a cold. It gets oxygen into your body and helps your blood to expel the germs out of your system faster, so even though it’ll be hard, it’ll help you.”
“Well, yes, mild exercise does. Whatever that glutton puts me through isn't remotely mild.”
Marinette shrugged with a smirk on her face. “Fake a fainting spell when it gets too much? I’m sure he’d let you go if you faint.”
Adrien laughed. “I’ll be sure to follow your advice when the insatiable desire to strangle my coach will kick in.”
Marinette laughed. “Didn’t peg you for a violent person.”
“I’m not. Or rather I wasn’t. Not until I signed up for that cursed course. Now, I’m just praying all the anger won’t spill over, so having someone like you to talk to and relax really helps. Thank you.”
Marinette blushed and standing on her toes, kissed his cheek. “Thank you for the meal.”
Adrien gasped. Her lips were so soft. Warm. Gentle. “Thank you for the company,” he mumbled back, awkwardly waving.
A moment later, she left. Adrien rushed to the bedroom to change. He had twenty minutes left before his lesson.
***
“You’re late.”
“By five seconds?”
“By two minutes and thirty-five seconds.”
Adrien groaned. “Plagg really? I show up here sick, and you lecture me about being two minutes late?”
“Two minutes and thirty-five seconds.”
Adrien closed his eyes trying to breathe evenly.
“And no Camembert that I can see.”
“That’s it,” Adrien snapped. “If you’re going to lecture me about being late and forgetting your damn, stinky cheese for once, then I have the right to ask you when will you start teaching me to dance?”
“What are you talking about?” Plagg stretched innocently, lounging on his throne. “I’ve been teaching you dancing this whole time. What do you think we have been doing here?”
“Pardon me for not noticing,” Adrien snarled. “Or do you call that pointless, excessive repetition of the exercises and moves you make me do dancing?”
Plagg smirked, looking at Adrien. “You’re finally asking questions. Good.”
“I’m glad you’re amused by my curiosity, but can you answer me while you are at it?”
“Feisty, aren’t we?” In one smooth move, Plagg leapt from his throne and walked towards him.
“What did you expect?” Adrien barked. “I’m sick and tired of your crap, and it’s time I finally told you.”
“I didn’t drag you,” Plagg said. “You ran here yourself.”
“As if you left me any choice.”
“There is always a choice,” Plagg said. “But congratulations. Your shell has finally cracked. All we have to do now is to pull you out.”
“What are you talking about?”
Plagg said nothing, stopping behind Adrien.
Adrien turned to face him. When Plagg remained silent instead of answering, Adrien bitterly puffed. “Spectacular avoidance of answering me. You truly are a Master. Only I’m not sure I want to study your craft anymore.”
“Tell me, Adrien,” Plagg said, looking him straight into his eyes. “What is dancing?”
Adrien frowned. “Movement to the music?”
“Wrong.”
“Relaxing?”
“Try again.”
“Exercise.”
Plagg laughed before leaning closer and whispering, “Dancing, Adrien, is storytelling.”
“Storytelling?”
“Exactly,” Plagg said and strolled back to his throne. “People express themselves in a dance just like they do with verbal stories. Moving to the music, they can tell you how their day went, how much they’ve missed something, how much they hate someone. People can tell you their whole story through dance. Now imagine this: you put on music, and you hear the beat, and your mind decides on a move, but BAM! before you can do it the music moved on and the beat has changed. What do you do?”
“You move on and decide on the next one—”
“Only for the same thing to happen again.” Plagg plopped into his throne and added, “A true master never allows his mind to decide their moves for them. He lets his body and the music to become one, unity in the beat, and tell the story without stammering. But, for your body to do that, the moves have to become reflexes.”
Adrien stared at Plagg in a dumbfounded stupor. “So, all this time you’ve been—”
“Implementing new reflexes into you, so you can sing your song, not stutter it out,” Plagg finished for him. “Kid, it’s like learning a language. You must learn to write letters before you can imprint a poem on a blank sheet of paper. Now, stop questioning my methods and take this.” He pulled a small, plastic packet out of his pocket and threw it to Adrien.
Adrien twisted in his hand. “Is this weed?”
Plagg snorted. “No, seriously? Who do you take me for? It’s cold medicine.”
“Are you sure?” Adrien frowned, inspecting the content of the packet. “It looks suspicious.”
“You’re my main Camembert supplier at the moment. Why would I want to poison you?”
Adrien huffed. “I never know what’s on your mind, so don’t blame me for checking.”
Plagg laughed. “I love the level of trust we share, kid. But, seriously. This is some ancient Chinese crap. My doctor makes it himself. It does miracles, though, so you’re lucky I’m sharing because you can’t buy this shit in stores. Make some tea with it and drink before bed. You’ll be brand new in the morning.”
“I guess, thank you?” Adrien said hesitantly.
“Don’t mention it.” Plagg shrugged. “Now get out of my sight before you contaminate this whole place.”
Adrien frowned in disbelief. “What about—”
“You didn’t bring me my cheese. Why should I teach you for free?” Plagg huffed. “Get out and come back tomorrow evening. Oh, wait.” He pursed his lips. “I’ll be busy tomorrow. I’ll call you for time and date later. Now, go. Don’t spread your germs here.”
Adrien stood in his place frozen. A tiny smile sneaked onto his face as he nodded. “Thank you, Plagg. I didn’t expect you to be so—”
“Ugh, geez, kid,” Plagg groaned. “Get out of here before I smack you for being sappy. Just go! Au revoir! See you later. Do svidaniya. Sayōnara. Adiós. What other language do I need to repeat it in?”
“Got it.” Adrien chuckled and headed for the exit. “Thanks for the medicine. I’ll see you later.”
He closed the doors to loud music starting behind him, the smile on his lips not vanishing until he reached home. Who would’ve guessed? Plagg actually cared.
Au inspired by @thatgirl257 fanfiction, Emilie sickness and the peacock adrien aus:
Articles about Chat noir's first appearance after a few months since he was last seen and the new hero, Argos spread like wild. Who was this hero? What is the Argos motive? What happened to Chat noir? Is Chat noir okay?
Everyone in the Internet speculated this, making theories, but none was successful.
Marinnete is now more worried for his partner. At the same time, she's questioning who Argos is, how does he have the lost miraculous, and what his connection to Chat noir? But her main focus was Chat, her partner, her other half. What I'd going on with him?
I mean he was fine a prior month's back before he started having this… illness. It reminds her of Adrien's how he acted back at school, how loudly he was coughing because he couldn't breathe and passed out when he tried to go to the restroom. It worried her
Tikki and Plagg once met in the evening when both of their owners were sleeping. When Tikki asks what's with his kitty and if he was alright. Plagg sighed and told her the truth about how his miraculous was damaged.
Tikki was shocked and demanded him why they didn't tell them sooner and that they could have helped, but Plagg just simply said. His kitty didn't want to stress her bug out and that even if they told them about what happened, they can't do anything to his illness. They don't have the book that had the answer to everything, not to mention Master Fu has lost his memories. He can't help
Tikki can't denied, Plagg was right even if they told them what happened they wouldn't be able to cure him and fix the broken miraculous. It won't be that easy.
Plagg begged Tikki to not tell her holder about it. Tikki hesitated but just nodded her head unsurely as she smiled weakly at her other half
Felix and Amelie visited after they were told what happened to Adrien from Gabriel
Both were worried for Adrien and wanted to make sure he was alright.
Felix actually regretfully what he has done to Adrien couldn’t bring himself to apologize since he is awkward at it and very nervous.
Amelie and Gabriel had a private talk after Amelie and Felix went to Adrien's room and saw how badly his condition was. She asked him if it was like her…
Gabriel sighed as nodded. Amelie got mad. How the heck did this happened?! Has Gabriel been taking care of Adrien?!
Amelie shouted at him but Gabriel was able to calm her down saying they will find a cure soon, he sounded he was unsure himself.
Amelie and Felix are now staying at the Agreste mansion for a few months to help Gabriel take care of his son.
Felix found out Adrien was Chat noir when he heard Adrien and Plagg conversation. He was confused who Adrien was talking to until Plagg mentioned how he should stop using the miraculous and what are the after effects on using it. He was able to piece together that Adrien and Chat are one in the same.
The peacock miraculous is fixed
He was able to steal the peacock miraculous and became the hero, Argos. Well, antihero since his concern is only his cousin. He doesn’t give a sh*t about Ladybug, he couldn't care any less if she gets hurt in battles.
Adrien still doesn't know who Hawk moth is. He questions Felix when he told him he was able to steal the peacock miraculous. But Felix just avoided the question, telling him it would hurt him if he told him
It confused Adrien, but he was so tired. He just gave up
So when I looked at the prompt list for @marichatmay, all I could think about was peacock!Adrien. I could imagine him finding it before Master Fu could get him the Cat Miraculous in time and even though it’s hurting him, he’d still use it to help Ladybug and just escape his father. @officialladynoirette peacock!Adrien was a huge inspiration, though I really wonder if I did this prompt justice. I was almost done with another version of this where it ends with Adrien going to Master Fu to get help fixing the Miraculous, but I realised the story didn’t have much MariChat interaction. This one didn’t either in my opinion but I feel like this worked better. I hope you all think so. I’d like to actually do a much deeper fic at some point about this. One day, enjoy.
Kwami Swap
His head hurt. Headaches were a new thing to add to the list of symptoms when using a damaged Miraculous, but this felt worse than usual. Kinda like…
“I think he hit his head.”
He knew that voice. It was one he heard behind him at school or when he somehow convinced his father to hang out with his friends.
“Do you think what had happened during the fight today made him worse?”
that voice he didn’t recognise. It was high pitched but a pleasant type. Actually, he might of heard it once, the one time he and Ladybug had to detransform near each other. But he couldn’t be sure. Duusu had started talking a mile a minute and he had to shove a seed heavy watermelon into his mouth.
“It’s possible. He fainted in the middle of jumping between buildings. Plume Bleue is a bird, he shouldn’t just crash land without any explanation.
that’s right. There was an Akuma and he and Ladybug were chasing after it. He’d plucked a feather from his fan, ready to summon an Amok to attach to the Akuma, hoping to use the Sentimonster it created to calm them down long enough to grab their item. He jumped, the gap between the buildings large and no doubt stomach clenching, but he’d been doing this long enough to not feel scared anymore. But just then, right when he was halfway and about to throw the feather like a dart, the world went wonky. He felt light headed and his vision was starting to go black. Things started to go back to normal when he felt Ladybug’s yoyo wrap around him. He barely remembered the rest of the fight, his heady was spinning and he felt weak on his legs. He must of taken off right when Ladybug cast her Miraculous Ladybug. He’d have to apologize for that later, he usually stayed if he had the time to talk to the victem and help them back to safety.
He let out a groan as he tried to open his eyes, not sure if the tinkling swooshing sound was in his head or not. Marinette’s ceiling looked fuzzy but it thankfully started to clear up. He looked over at Marinette, who’s blue eyes were filled with worry.
“Why the long face princess?”
She narrowed her eyes like he was an idiot for asking such a question. Probably, Ladybug would give him the same look when he felt light headed during a fight and not say anything.
“It’s kinda hard to not to be worried when you crash landed onto my balcony. Everyone saw the video Alya went to go get. You passed out in the middle of the fight, in between jumping between buildings. Now I find you passed out on my balcony. I’m allowed to have a long face.”
he felt bad. “Sorry.”
She frowned at him again, less angry and more like she didn’t understand his thinking. He knew that Marinette had interacted with Ladybug a bit, but he was starting to see she was a lot like her. Maybe that’s why he liked visiting her after patrol or whenever he was jumping around. Well, it was one way to talk to her without watching her struggle through words like she would be at school.
“I’m going to ignore that pointless apology. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat, if it’s ok.”
“Don’t move.” she ordered, getting up and leaving the room.
He pushed himself up and after making sure she was gone, uttered, “Duusu, feathers in.”
“I told it was a bad idea to transform. You passed out while jumping between buildings and when going down stairs!” Duusu started up, like he usually did. Adrien knew he cared, but he also liked being as far away from his father too. He didn’t know the whole story, only that Duusu agreed to stay with Adrien as long as he didn’t give him back to his father. He didn’t question it. He wouldn’t wish his father on anyone.
“Might a remind you, the only reason I fainted is because you keep telling me you don’t trust this supposed guardian Ladybug always mentions, so we can’t get your Miraculous fixed.” Adrien said, pulling out a container of watermelon from his pocket and opening it, letting Duusu devour it.
“He did something that put the whole Temple in danger, of course I don’t trust him! I’m just saying you need to be careful. Would it really be so bad to not wear it?”
Adrien gave the kwami a look to remind him of the last time he did that.
“Ok, fine.” he said, downing one last piece, before tears took to his eyes, “But I’d just die if something happened to you!”
Duusu’s ever changing emotions would never fail to astound him as he pet the weeping kwami with his knuckle.
“I’ll be fine. I promise.” hearing movement from downstairs, he called to Duusu to transform him. The blue light had died down just as Marinette climbed the steps again with a steaming bowl in her hands.
“Mom made egg drop soup. Are you allergic to anything?” she asked, climbing up the stairs to her loft bed.
“Feathers.” he answered without thinking.
Marinette blinked at him and he knew that answer confused her. There were feathers hanging off the small cape he wore, the feathers on his tailcoat and not to mention his weapon was literally a fan of feathers.
“And it’s a wonder you fainted.” she sat down next to him and placed the bowl on his lap. “Do you need anything else? What were you even doing out?”
Adrien stirred the soup a little, trying to come up with an excuse. Truth was, after he’d fainted at school and was picked up by Nathalie, his father went on another lecture on how it was dangerous for him to go to school. In turn, it lead to another one of their arguments, with him begging to go to school, just so he could be normal, which a mistimed dizzy spell didn’t help. His father had all but called the school at that point and he just needed to get out of there.
“I felt...like I couldn’t breath at home, so I needed to get away.” he confessed. He didn’t know why he told the truth. When it came to Marinette, he always felt like he could tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge him for it.
“Even with how you were feeling?”
“If I stayed in that...prison any longer, it would have been worse.”
Marinette nodded. “Alright. Is that why you come over all the time? Not that I mind, I just worry that I’d be keeping you.”
“I like hanging out with you, it doesn’t feel like I have to pretend with you.”
Marinette’s cheeks glowed red and she turned her head as she ordered him to eat his food. When he was almost done, she asked, “Did you want to stay a bit longer?”
“If it’s ok?”
“Well, I like it when you come over and this way I can make sure your feeling better before you go. Just, can you promise me something? If you’re not feeling ok, come here ok? My skylight is always open and I’d rather you crash in a comfortable place instead of the ground next time.”
Adrien gave Marinette a nod, a small smile on his lips. “I’ll try my best. Thank you Marinette, you really are a good person.”
“Well, let’s see if you still say that after I kick your butt on Max’s new video game he’s letting me beta test.”
