Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is so rushed i'm sorry it was hard to think ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i hope u like it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Home was a foreign word to Adrien. His home wasn't even a house. It was a cold mansion. Yet, here he was. Lying in a cold bed with nothing to comfort him. Plagg was sleeping after consuming a mass amount of camembert. He wondered how his house could feel so cold when he was topping a 40-degree Celsius fever. It was also due to this fact he could not sleep. He was- for lack of better words- suffering. And not once has his father so much as looked at him. Adrien sighed, breathing ragged as his breath clouded in front of him as one's would in the winter. He passed out, burning and absolutely exhausted. With a fever like his, it's only natural for one to assume he'd dream of flames, but not the kind you'd assume. Dreaming of a blue-haired beauty with eyes like the ocean, cloaked in a dress made of flames. One can only guess which bluenette he was dreaming of, her face a blur in his mind.
He wakes up heaving for air at what he assumes is the middle of the night. His fever lowered to about 38.7 degrees Celsius, but still noticeably high. A wet cloth on his head soothing the burning heat he was suffering through. Guilty and delirious with fever, he wonders if his Lady was needing him during the night patrol. That, and he was angry. Angry that not even once had his father cared to so much as look at him while he was suffering. Much to the protest of Plagg, he murmurs, slurring:
"Plagggg… Clawsss owwttt…"
Leaping out of his window not-so-gracefully, he leaps across building after building, frustrated and tired. So very tired. Always, always tired. He ran and ran, taking out his frustration anyway he could. He uses his Cataclysm on a poster of himself. No, not him. Adrien Perfect Agreste.
He stumbles towards their normal meeting place. Seeing his Lady, he sighs in relief, breath clouding unnaturally in front of him. Ladybug turns towards him. His Lady. His spotted beauty. Someone who could comfort him in his time of need.
"Chat, where have you bee- Chat, are you all right…?" His Lady asks, was that concern? How lucky is he to have such a nice Lady?
He stumbles a bit. So much for being graceful.
"My…" He pants, breath fogging about around him, "My Lady." He attempts to do the bow thing. He falls on his face. Dang it.
"Chat! Are you all right?!" His Lady exclaims in worry. Ahhh, yes, he knows he is cared for. He is a content housecat with his miraculous Lady.
"Mon dieu, you're burning up!" His Lady continues. He is so lucky to have his Lady….. So… Lucky….
He passes out.
Marinette had no idea what to do. Currently resting in her bed was Chat Noir, and as far as she knew, he wasn't waking up anytime soon. He was clearly sick, and certainly overheating in that cat suit, but she didn't want to take off his ring for fear of learning his identity.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh, stupid minou, why do you do these things?!" She whisper-yelled in frustration.
Then she heard beeping.
"Oh cra-"
A bright flash.
Adrien Agreste lies in her bed, sweating profusely.
In his pajamas.
His ADORABLE LADYBUG PAJAMAS- WAIT. This is a SERIOUS PROBLEM.
Marinette mentally facepalms.
WAIT, ADRIEN IS CHAT NOIR?! HE'S BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME ALL THIS TIME AND I HAVEN'T BEEN TAKING IT SERIOUSLY?! WAIT- UGH DANG IT MARINETTE! HE'S SICK HE NEED HELP WHAT AM I DOING JUST STANDING HERE.
Marinette quickly leaves to retrieve a cold washcloth.
She hears Adrien vomit.
Okay, so maybe a bucket too.
Whaaaaaat was I just doing?
Not a comforting thought to wake up to. At least he didn't have a fever anymore. He took in the smell of cookies surrounding him as he snuggles deeper into the pink bedsheets and warm pillow he was holding.
Wait.
His bedsheets weren't pink last time he checked.
WAIT.
THIS ISN'T A PILLOW.
THIS IS A PERSON.
A really warm and nice smelling person~ Just five more minutes….
NO ADRIEN, YOU NEED TO WAKE THE FRICK UP.
Think, what were you doing before now?
You were out as Chat Noir last night.
You collapsed on poor Ladybug.
And you woke up here...
WAIT. ARE YOU SNUGGLING LADYBUG?!
Adrien proceeds to hiss like a madman and fling himself off the bed.
It hurt.
"Marineettttteee!"
"Just… Five more minutes…."
"Marinette, Adrien is a snuggler."
"And you know that because…?"
"He's snuggling you right now."
"…"
Marinette proceeds to silently squeal in joy. Tikki facepalms. Adrien suddenly hisses loudly and flings himself off the bed. That probably hurt.
"Adrien?!"
"I'M SORRY M'LADY, I WON'T LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE PROBABLY IN CIVILIAN FORM- WAIT I'M IN CIVILIAN FORM, OH DIEU I'M SO SORRY-" Adrien proceeds to blush profusely and roll into the corner of the room, hands over his face. More so because he's embarrassed than to keep himself from seeing who his Lady's civilian form is. He dies in said corner.
"Adrien, are you alright? You collapsed earlier, and your fever was really high… "
"….I'm sorry about that Ladybug, that was rude of me, and I shouldn't of come and- Ahhhhh, I'm sorry." Adrien groans.
"It's fine! It wasn't your fault you were delirious with fever. Was anyone even looking after you…?"
"…No, there wasn't Ladybug."
"Adrien, I-"
"Please call me Chat Noir. It's… What I prefer."
"…Alright Chat."
"I- I'm better now, so I'll be leaving… Thank you for your hospitality my Lady."
"Chat wai-"
"Plagg, Claws Out!"
He transforms into Chat Noir, bounding off into the city, just as the sun rises just above the horizon. Tears blur his vision.
Mon dieu, I'm just a disappointment, she probably hates me now, like all the others and- Oh dieu what I'm I doing, my house is the other way I need to get there before they notice I'm gone, why am I heading for the Seine, I hate water, I can't even swim, what am I doing-
Chat lands on the white iron fence used to keep people from falling in the water. His mother always loved the lights that would reflect on the river at night. He did too. Ah, here come the waterworks again. Mon dieu, couldn't he stop crying for one second. Ah. More self-deprecation. Wonderful.
A butterfly flutters nearby.
