"Tikki, I'm fine. I told you, it's only a cold." Marinette moaned at her Kwami.
"Marinette," the Kwami started, in hope of talking some sense into her Chosen. "You're sick and you know it. Just don't go to school for the day. You might get worse if you do!"
Marinette rolled her eyes as she pulled a shirt over her head. "Look. It's a cold. A damn cold. I've only got a cough right now. And when has that stopped anyone from going to school?" (Welp. Believe me, when you have a cough paired with a runny nose during an exam, it makes you wanna rip your throat out and become Voldemort.)
"Ok Marinette. It's up to you. Don't blame me when Adrien gets sick. And it'll all be your fault." Tikki really didn't want to go there, but her Chosen was acting completely irrationally, and it was up to her to save the day.
"Oh no! The only reason I'm going to school is because of him!" Tikki releases a sigh, glad she was able to knock some sense into her Chosen, albeit the difficult way. "You know what, guess I'll just (die? I know me too) have to stay away from him then." Oh. Oh. There we go. Tikki tried. She tried again and again. It was an impossible task. Marinette. Never. Listens.
"Fine Marinette, whatever you say." She flew into Marinette's purse, shaking her head while doing so. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
ACHOO! Marinette sneezed into a tissue and blew into it before chucking it into a pile that had been formed over the past 3 hours. She reached for another tissue and rested her head against the wall, sighing. "I feel horrible Tikki. I didn't think that it could get any worse than that stupid cough. I guess I was wrong then."
Tikki hovered over her Chosen. "I know, Marinette. What did I tell you? I said you'd get even more sick. But did you listen? No! Miss Dupain-Cheng just couldn't wait to see her beloved Adrien Agreste, could she? No, she really couldn't, instead getting herself ill and stuck in bed. I'm a Goddess over 5,000 years old, for God's sake (hehe she's a demi-god but still) and the girl still doesn't listen to me."
Marinette's jaw dropped in surprise. Her Kwami had never spoken to her like that, despite everything they've been through the past 2 years. Marinette guessed that she'd really tested her Kwami's patience. "I'm so sorry, Tikki. I didn't know how much of a pain I was. I really didn't mean to make you feel like that." Marinette guiltily blew her nose before the tissue joined the rest of the pile. "Am I seriously that much of a burden? Like, a typical teenage girl?" Marinette asked, genuinely upset.
Tikki pitied her Chosen. She really did. But sometimes, she can go over the top. That was just Marinette, though, and that's what made her unique. Aside the cleverness, funniness, clumsiness and wittiness. Those were qualities that made Marinette…well, Marinette. "Of course not, Mari. you're not at all annoying, nor a burden. Just a bit... stubborn." There. That was the word.
"Oh. Ok. Thanks, Tikki. Honestly." Grabbing another tissue, she blew her nose and violently rubbed it. "Ugh. It's times like these when I wish I was Voldemort." (My thoughts exactly)
"What? Why?" Tikki questioned, curiosity visible at her Chosen's odd statement.
"Because, he wouldn't have to spend all day rubbing his non-existent nose!" Marinette replied.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her skylight. Then another. Then another. Looking up, Marinette could make out Chat Noir's silhouette. 'Great. What's he doing here? It's enough that Ladybug is ill, I don't want Chat to be either! Who's going to save Paris, or take care of my kitty?' Marinette did remember Chat mentioning the neglect he received from his father, and it pained her heart just thinking about it. She motioned for Chat to come in, seeing as she couldn't be bothered to get up, in all honesty, even though she was already on her bed. (Honestly, that's a mood). Chat opened the skylight and hopped in.
"Good afternoon, Purrincess. You're not looking too well today. I thought as much. My Mari-senses were tingling. So, I got here as fast as I could, with a few things." He emptied a bag onto her bed. There was a box of tissues and also a few bars of chocolate. "Also, roses. For my Princess." He presented a bouquet of the most pretty pink roses Marinette had ever seen.
"Oh Chat! This is amazing! I love it, you shouldn't have! (Marinette, we all know you secretly want that chocolate…). Pink roses are my favourite! How did you know I was ill?" She reached for a bar of chocolate, unwrapping it and shoving it into her mouth. "Want some?" Marinette offered, mouth half-full.
"No, thanks. It's all for you. I told you, my Mari-senses were tingling. That's how I knew." Chat smirked.
Marinette laughed, and though it was dry and raspy, it was still a beautiful laugh. "Mari-senses? You've got to be kitten me! Seriously though, how did you know?"
Chat froze. He couldn't say: 'I'm in your class, I sit right on front of you. You were really sick the whole time and got sent home early so I really worried about you for the next 2 hours. Then, as soon as school was out, I asked Nathalie for permission to visit you to, like, see how you're doing because I really hoped to God that you were completely okay.' Instead, he said: "Hey! You made a pun! Well, I…ummmm…someone told me. I knew I had to do something, since I don't want my Princess to come to any harm." He laughed it off, rather awkwardly, internally screaming at himself.
"…Right. Ok." Marinette thought it was a believable excuse. She still had a strong gut feeling that Chat Noir was someone in her class. "Do you not have any homework, or something, to do?" Marinette asked, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them.
"Yeah. I do. But that can wait. Besides, I have nothing due tomorrow." Chat suddenly had an idea. "Hey! How about we watch a movie? It'll kill time and you'll hopefully feel a little better afterwards."
"Sure! I could do with a break from all the schoolwork, sewing and patr- "Marinette stopped mid-sentence and backpeddled. "Pastries! I meant pastries! Yeah, baking. The pastries, that is." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she spoke.
"O-kay? Well, I do know it can get a bit tiring, seeing as I have to balance school, homework, being a superhero and all the extra-curricular activities, I take part in. Against my own will." The last sentence was muttered underneath his breath. "Anyways, what movie do you want to watch?"
"Oh, um, let's watch a romcom! I love romcoms!" Mariette started listing numerous romcoms while Chat went to get Marinette's laptop. (How did he know her password? Don't ask me, I don't know.)
"Woah! Ok. Slow down. Let's watch this one." He pointed to the screen and Marinette nodded her head eagerly.
"Yes! I love that one!"
The end credits for the movie started to roll and Chat looked down to find Marinette fast asleep on his chest. She looked pretty, despite her red nose and heavy eyes. He gently slipped her head from his chest to her pillow, pulling up the blanket and tidying the bed. Before he left, he planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight Purrincess." With that, Paris' darkness had engulfed the black leather-clad hero as he vaulted away to the Agreste mansion.
ACHOO! Adrien Agreste lay in bed, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue onto the pile that he had made. He was sick, all thanks to his Princess…
Author's Notes
Here we are, with another one-shot! I hope you enjoyed this one, because it's fluff, compared to the other ones.
I DO NOT OWN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG: TALES OF LADYBUG AND CAT NOIR, THOMAS ASTRUC DOES!
I wrote this instead of sleeping, like the weird person I am.
Also, for those of you wondering, Marinette was going to mention her patrols to Chat Noir and that's why she backpedalled.
Reviews would be greatly appreciated, so I know where to improve on.
Until next time! Stay safe.
:)