*Author's Note*

Yeah, I know, I'm about a week late for this prompt, and a weekend overdue on the event itself, but Life kinda sucks at times, and I'm determined to get all 7 prompts done. I'm going to try to get a new one done every 2 or 3 days, if not daily. I only have 3 more to go, so I should have no trouble getting the full set of prompts done before the month is out. Consider it extended Valentine's Day.

Also, I think I was able to crank up the Fluff a touch in this. Still not as fluffy as a lot of the stories I read, or even some I've written in the past, but I'm getting further out of the Angst realm. That's a start, right?

Day 5: Comfort

Spoilers: Major - Miracle Queen/ML Season 3 finale spoiler
Minor - Sandboy spoiler, Puppeteer 2 spoiler, and Startrain spoiler

Love Square Side: Adrienette
Romance Level: Sweet Friendship

Summary: Adrien finally has a day to spend with his friends, but Marinette can't join in on the fun because she has to babysit Manon. Alya thinks they can do better than that...

~ Playing House ~

"What do you mean you can't come?" Alya whined into the phone, she then turned it to show Nino talking to Adrien past her shoulder.

"Sorry, Alya. You know I would love to do nothing more than hang out with you guys – especially Adrien," Marinette dreamily cooed, "But I'm watching Manon again, and after that whole Puppeteer incident, I should probably make sure she gets my full attention this time."

"But Adrien is actually out of the house." Alya dropped her voice so he couldn't overhear her, and practically hissed through the video call.

"I know," Marinette whined. "Trust me, I want to, but I really can't."

"You need to learn how to say no, girl, and I don't mean to me."

Marinette gave a half-smile. "I know, but Mrs. Chamack really needed me. What was I supposed to tell her, that she couldn't go to work?"

"Marinette!" Manon whined off screen behind her. "Play with me!"

"Coming. Sorry, Alya, I have to go." Marinette waved goodbye before ending the call.

Alya pocketed her phone and walked back to the boys.

"Alya? Something wrong?" Nino walked over, reaching out a hand for hers.

"Nothing. Marinette won't be joining us. She has to babysit again."

"But-" Nino gestured towards Adrien. Alya simply held up a hand and shook her head.

"That's a shame." Adrien glanced down at his phone, wondering if he should call Marinette, or maybe text her to let her know she'd be missed. It was a bit of a double-edged sword though, as he knew well. It always made him feel better that his friends missed him when he couldn't hang out, but it also made him realize what he was missing out on. He couldn't rub salt in the wound on her.

Alya elbowed Nino and nodded over towards Adrien. "Yeah," she said with a hint of mischievousness. "It really is a shame, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Adrien nodded, and then began retreating from his friends, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, have fun, you two."

"Wait. 'Have fun'? Where are you going?" Nino asked.

Adrien thumbed behind him. "Without Marinette hanging out with us, I figured maybe you two would want to make this into a date or something. I didn't want to intrude-"

"No way!" Alya hooked an arm around Adrien's and dragged him forward again. "We're friends too, aren't we? What, you can't hang out with me without Marinette around?" She winked at him, making him laugh.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to imply that we aren't friends. I just thought-"

"Dude, you're out of the house! We can't let an opportunity like this to slip." Nino took Adrien's other arm, and the couple playfully pulled Adrien along with them. "So, what should we do?"

Alya's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and stared bewildered at it. "Another video call from Marinette?" She opened it, and saw Manon's face fill the screen. The Dupain-Cheng's living room was a blur behind her as the girl sprinted around it. Off screen, Marinette yelled for Manon to give the phone back.

"Alya?" Manon chirped when she noticed the video call was answered. "Alya! Come play with us!"

"Manon?" Alya held the phone out for the boys to also see it, shrugging. "Why do you have Marinette's phone?"

"She's no fun. I'd rather play with you- hey!" Manon had slowed down enough for Marinette to catch up and snatch the phone back.

"Sorry, Alya. Ignore us. Have fun, okay?" She gave a sheepish grin before turning to scold Manon as she hung up the video call.

"Wow. That looked rough. I feel bad for Marinette." Adrien knit his eyebrows, wondering what he could do to help this time.

"Sorry, boys," Alya pulled away from them and took a few steps backward. "Looks like she really needs my help. I'm gonna have to flake."

"We could help," Nino offered.

"Nah, you two have a guy's day or something. Nino, I'll catch ya later?"

Nino nodded, and Alya blew him a kiss goodbye as she started jogging over to Marinette's.

"Is that what having a younger sibling is like?" Adrien cocked his head to the side, sincerely curious.

Nino shrugged. "My little dude can be a handful at times, but Manon is a ball of energy on a whole new level. Frankly, it's like Alya's little sisters were training for her to be able to handle Manon. She's amazing with kids, isn't she?" He looked vaguely in the direction Alya had jogged off.

"I feel bad that there isn't anything we could do to help Marinette. She looked really stressed in that video call."

Nino smirked, then tried to fix a poker face a second later. "You wanna head over anyway? Manon seemed manageable when all four of us were watching her, and I bet Marinette would love the help."

Adrien lit up. "Yeah! Let's go. We have to make the most of me getting out of the house, right? So might as well hang out with as many friends as I can."

Nino gave a nod, and the two of them started jogging after Alya.

~o~o~o~o~o~

"Manon! Manon, no! Manon, put that down before you break it!" Marinette raced after the five-year-old, leaping over her family's sectional in order to scoop a box out of the kid's hand just before it was dropped. Sighing out relief for saving the little treasure box her mom kept on the bookshelf, Marinette stood on her tiptoes to place it on the top shelf in order to try to keep it out of Manon's hands.

She then dropped the box herself when a knock on the door startled her. Luckily, she was able to juggle and catch it at the last second. Breathing out another sigh, she walked over to the door, box tucked under her arm.

"Alya?" Marinette blinked a few times, registering who was on the other side. "Nino? A-Adrien? Wh-what are you all doing here?"

"Marinette," Manon whined, "who is it?"

"It's me, kiddo." Alya walked in and knelt down with arms open, waiting for the leaping hug Manon inevitably gave her.

"Uni! You came to play!" Manon giggled as Alya lifted her up and spun her around real quick.

"I told you that you didn't need to come here." Marinette stared wide-eyed as the boys waved and walked in after Alya.

"We know, but we figured we'd help you out with this little demon," Alya teased in a baby voice, booping Manon on the nose and causing the child to squeal with delight.

"You needed help, and it seemed more fun for us all to hang out and help." Adrien placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder and gave her the softest smile. She nearly melted.

"Thank thew- Tank you!" Marinette cringed. "Thank you, I mean."

Adrien laughed. His adorable, eyes closed, shoulders shaking laugh. It took all Marinette had to not swoon. As her body softened she nearly dropped the trinket box again. Startled back alert, she caught it and once more attempted to put it on the top shelf so Manon couldn't reach it. She stretched as tall as she could on her toes, her finger tips balancing the box on the front edge of the shelf. Adrien stepped in, rolled onto his toes, and easily pushed the box onto the shelf, his hand lingering between Marinette's for a moment.

"Like I said," he teased, "it looked like you needed help."

Marinette broke eye contact, blushing a little as she thanked him.

"No problem. Just, ya know, don't forget to ask for help sometimes, 'kay?"

Marinette shared a private laugh. "Ya know, you're not the first person to tell me that this past week."

"Then maybe you should listen." He gave her a small shoulder bump with his own, then gestured for them to get back to Manon, who was currently trying to fight back against two Tickle Monsters.

Adrien instantly jumped in to tag Alya out as he also began tickling Manon's belly, causing the girl to squeal and giggle.

"What on earth happened here?" Alya pointed to the little kitchenette covered in flour, some dough splatter, smears of frosting, and a small tower of dishes. "You had a battle against the Cupcake Kingdom or something?"

Marinette rubbed the back of her head, sheepishly laughing as she shrugged. "I thought I could keep her occupied by teaching her how to make cookies."

"So you gave Manon sugar?"

Marinette shrugged.

"Girl, girl, girl." Alya pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head, a small grin stretching across her lips. "How do you keep getting babysitting gigs? I love ya and all, but you're kinda terrible at it."

"I know." Marinette folded in half in defeat, causing Alya to chuckle.

"Girl, it's fine. We're here now and-"

"Oh no!" Nino called out in melodramatic terror. "I've been betrayed!"

Adrien and Manon slowly stalked after Nino before chasing him down and trying to tickle him instead. The way Adrien crept up on Nino reminded Marinette of the nightmare version Sandboy had created, and she shuddered slightly.

"Come on!" Alya didn't seem to notice Marinette's temporary unease as she grabbed her best friend's hand and dragged her to the group. The five of them had a massive tickle fight for the next ten minutes, the players each switching between Manon's and Nino's sides, depending on who tickled them last.

Eventually tickled out, and a bit exhausted from all the squealing and laughter, they all collapsed on the sectional. All of them but Manon, that is, who recovered after a few deep breaths.

"That was fun! What's next?" She bounced over to Marinette, grabbing her hands and tugging.

"Next?" Marinette whimpered, and scanned the room for the living room clock, checking to see when Mrs. Chamack should be back. "Two more hours," she muttered under her breath, but unknowingly loud enough for Alya to pickup.

"What do you want to do next, you little terror?" Alya knelt beside Manon, tapping her lap to catch the girl's attention.

Manon rambled off a long list of crazy activities, from watching a PG-13 movie to riding a pony to meeting the real Jagged Stone to defeating a villain with Ladybug and Chat Noir to swimming in a pool of chocolate pudding.

As Manon rattled off her To Do list to Alya, Adrien glanced over at Marinette. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested against the back of the sectional. Her chest slowly rose and fell, as if she were meditating. The poor girl looked exhausted.

Nino caught Adrien watching Marinette, and glanced over himself. Almost instantly, he tapped Alya's shoulder and nodded over at Marinette as well. Alya kept chatting with Manon, keeping the girl's attention on her as Alya quickly stole a look over at Marinette.

"That all sounds amazing! What a day!" Alya indulged Manon as she stood up. "You think we can fit it all in before your mom gets back?"

As Manon was distracted by the mental calculations on how much time they had for everything, and potentially narrowing her list a touch, Alya mouthed over to the boys 'did she fall asleep?'

Discreetly, Nino leapt over the back of the sectional, and walked around to Marinette. He leaned in close, whispering her name. She simply gave a soft moan back. He nodded at Alya, who silently chuckled.

"Hey, Manon. It's super nice outside. Wanna go play in the park for a little bit?"

"Yay! Park!" Manon bounced up and down before turning to Marinette. Then she abruptly stopped. "Marinette?"

"Looks like Marinette needs a couple of minutes, but you and I can still play in the park right? Maybe with Nino too?" Alya again knelt so she could talk softly in the girl's ear.

"But Marinette's supposed to be watching me." Manon scooped up Marinette's hand and gripped it tight, causing the three teens to hold their breath; waiting for Marinette to bolt awake. Instead, she gave a little snore and sleepily squeezed Manon's hand back.

"Come on, Manon," Alya coaxed. "Marinette's tired. Your mom won't mind, and wouldn't you rather be in the park? Marinette can join us once she wakes up."

"Um." Manon looked up at Marinette, then over at Nino and Adrien. Both boys smiled and gave reassuring nods. "Nino is coming too?"

"Yeah, little dudette." He held out his hand for Manon to fist bump, which she gladly did.

"And Adrien?" Manon looked up at him with doe eyes.

"Sure." Adrien smiled.

"Actually," Alya rebutted, "Someone should stay here and start cleaning up. Adrien, do you mind doing that?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Adrien's smile stayed, but he felt like he was getting ditched.

"Great. Manon, why don't you pack up your backpack so we have all of your toys, okay?" Alya gave the girl a gentle push on her back, and the five-year-old skipped away to gather her things. Alya then turned back to Adrien. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver. We really need someone to stay here with Marinette. That way you can let her know where Manon is – and that she's safe – when she wakes up. Also, that way someone can text us if Manon's mom gets back before we do."

"Okay. I can do that."

"And don't worry about the kitchen if you don't want to clean. We just need someone with Marinette is all."

Adrien's smile turned sincere. "Nah, it's okay. It really does look like Marinette needs help, and I'm happy to."

"I knew you would be." Alya gave Adrien a quick air-kiss by each of his cheeks. "You're a prince."

"Alya!" Manon pulled on her hand.

"Okay, munchkin." Alya scooped the girl up in her arms and headed for the door. Nino held it open for the girls, and rested a hand on the small of Alya's back as she passed. "Thanks again, Adrien," Alya called past her shoulder, and Adrien couldn't help but feel like those two were playing house with Manon, and he was playing babysitter with a passed out Marinette. The thought made him laugh as he waved the couple off.

Behind him, Marinette gave a soft, satisfied moan, and slumped further into her seat. Adrien blushed a little at how adorable she looked. As careful as he could, he cradled her head and gently lowered her so she was laying across the cushions. Looking around, he found a throw blanket and draped it over her. She gave another satisfied moan and curled tighter under the blanket.

She truly looked exhausted. Adrien wondered what else she had overburdened herself with, and why she didn't seem to have learned anything from when he helped her make flowers. It made him think of Ladybug and her new responsibilities as Guardian. He wondered how exhausted she must look without her mask.

"You two are two of a kind," Adrien joked as he brushed some stray hair out of Marinette's eyes. Sleepily, she rolled her head to follow his fingers, nuzzling his hand. It instantly stilled him. He watched her sleep for a few seconds, musing about how relaxed she looked right then. It was like when they were traveling to London together; one of the few times she didn't seem stressed out around him. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand was on her back, rubbing small circles through the blanket, trying to soothe her further. He didn't even know he was wishing for another soft, happy moan until one escaped her lips.

He stayed kneeling beside Marinette, softly rubbing her back, for a little while, hoping the comforting touch would keep her lulled in her sleep. She looked like she needed as much as she could steal. As Chat Noir, he understood how precious sleep could be.

Roughly twenty minutes after Alya and Nino left with Manon, Adrien's feet finally started to lose feeling, and his shoulder softly ached from the angle he was holding it to rub Marinette's back. Giving up on his impromptu task, he instead rocked back into a seated position, his back against the sectional, and his head nestled by Marinette's abdomen. He simply glanced out the window, enjoying the clouds drifting by, and the sound of Marinette's slow, heavy breathing behind him.

It wasn't what he was picturing when he found out he had an afternoon to spend with his friends, but he was happy all the same. There was something about being near Marinette; being able to help her, being in the same room as her, having someone besides Plagg nearby – nothing against the kwami or anything.

As if the magical being could read Adrien's head, Plagg poked out of the teen's shirt. "Psst. Adrien. Are we gonna do anything? I'm bored and hungry."

"Plagg! Stay hidden! What if Marinette wakes up?" Adrien hissed back.

"At least start up the TV or a game or something? Even I can only catnap for so long. It's so boring."

"It's not boring. It's nice. I feel relaxed here."

"Can you at least get me some food?"

Adrien looked over at the kitchenette. He probably should help clean it up the best he could while he was waiting; help Marinette further. Maybe he could also find something little that Plagg could swipe without anyone noticing, that way he could save the camembert slice for if they had to battle an akuma.

He walked over to the sink, looked around for a minute, found a washcloth, wet it, and started wiping down the peninsula counter top. While Plagg complained about it being too sweet for his tastes, he still licked up the blobs of frosting and raw dough, just so he had something in his belly.

The counter was nearly clean when Marinette again moaned from the sectional, this time a deep and long one as she woke up.

"Manon?" she called out in a daze.

"She's at the park with Alya and Nino," Adrien informed her as he continued his wipe down of the kitchen.

"Okay," Marinette yawned and curled back under the blanket for a second. Then everything registered, and she leapt up, flinging the blanket off her. "Wait, she's where?" She whipped around, and saw only Adrien still in her apartment with her. She was alone with Adrien. Adrien had seen her passed out again. Adrien was washing down her mess in her kitchen.

"It's cool." Adrien hadn't seen her freak out, too busy focusing on a particularly caked on portion of the counter. "You looked like you really needed a rest, and Alya and Nino are great with kids. Alya said you and Mrs. Chamack would be cool with them taking Manon for a little bit."

"Wh-what are you doing?" Marinette stiffly marched to the counter, dumbly watching Adrien as he rinsed off the washcloth and attacked the splashes of dough that managed to spray across the front of the refrigerator door. As he walked over from the sink, he plucked one of the remaining cookies off a plate.

He held it up and glanced past his shoulder at Marinette. "Is it alright to have one?" She numbly nodded, so he popped it in his mouth. "Mmm. I don't think I'll ever get over how good your baking is."

"A-Adrien." Marinette held herself up against the counter as she rounded it. "Why are you cleaning?"

"Hmm?" He paused to steal a glance over at her before shrugging and getting back to scrubbing down the refrigerator door. "Oh. Alya wanted someone to stay here to make sure you and Mrs. Chamack knew where Manon was. Going to the park was her idea, so clearly Alya couldn't stay, and it made sense for Nino to go with."

"Yeah, but-" Marinette gestured towards the refrigerator.

"It needed to be cleaned, right?"

"Right." Marinette drew out the word. "But why are you cleaning it? It wasn't your mess."

"I don't mind." Finished with the door, Adrien again went to the sink to refresh the cloth. Marinette jogged up behind him, her arms out to the side to block him when he turned around. "It's okay, Marinette. You looked overwhelmed, and I had nothing better to do. It's not that big of a deal. Friends help each other, don't they?"

"You're too kind, Adrien."

"It's not that big of a deal, seriously. You'd do the same."

"Yeah, well, I'm awake now. I can finish this." She held her hand out for the washcloth.

Adrien rebutted by opening the cabinet he got the cloth from, and gestured to a few others stacked inside. "Or, we can clean it together and get done faster?"

"Adrien, no. You're a guest. This is too much. I can't ask you to do this."

"You didn't ask. It's not too much. And I want to spend time with you anyway, so we might as well spend time doing this."

"You- you want to- with- with me?"

Adrien cocked his head to the side. "Is that so surprising? We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yeah." Marinette moved past him, a bit defeated, and picked up a washcloth. "Friends."

They were silent for a little while, each picking a different corner of the kitchenette to clean. Adrien wondered what he said wrong. Marinette focused too hard on the word 'friend' and all its implied meaning.

"Okay, well, thanks for helping with the kitchen." Once the surface areas were cleaned, Marinette collected Adrien's washcloth from him, and rinsed them both off in the sink before putting them to the side to be washed. "You can go ahead and find Alya and Nino. I'm sure you'll have more fun with them."

"I'm having a good enough time here." Adrien sidled beside her and picked up the dish soap. "Besides, we still have these to clean, right?" He began filling the sink, and squirted far too much soap into it, the bubbles already starting to froth up the sides of the basin.

"Adrien!" Marinette giggled as she snatched the soap from his hands. "What are you doing? That was way too much!"

"Oh." Adrien looked at the sink nearly filled with suds within those few short seconds. "Sorry. I never actually did dishes before."

"So you thought you'd start with mine?" Marinette was too focused on the task of decreasing the bubble surplus to remember who she was talking to. There was a playfulness in her voice that Adrien rarely was on the receiving end of, and it skipped his heart for a second.

"Here. Let me help." With a mischievousness twinkle, Adrien scooped up a handful of suds, and smacked them in Marinette's face.

She gasped at the attack, giggled, and scooped up her own handful to throw at Adrien. He ducked, swooped around her, scooped up more suds, and went for her face again. She squealed like when they were in their massive tickle war, and ducked below his arm, throwing her hands up to stop him. The suds ended up plopping on her head, and she again gasped.

Her eyes narrowing, she dove for the sink, dodging Adrien's attempt to block her. She threw soap at him, but he shielded himself with his hands. It was now Adrien's turn to go on the offensive, but the sink water had risen higher than he realized. When he scooped up the handful of soap he ended up splashing Marinette instead. She retaliated, grabbing the sink hose and spraying him with a few squirts.

The two teens laughed as their battle continued, only stopping when Marinette noticed that the sink was about to overflow.

"So much for helping you clean up the kitchen." Adrien wiped his face dry as he looked around at the water and soap bubbles pooled on the floor.

"Yeah, I think we got a little carried away." Marinette turned off the water, then pulled out a towel and dropped it to the floor to sop up the puddles.

"It was fun, though." Adrien knelt down to take the towel from under Marinette's foot, and began to run it across the tiled floor to help clean again.

"Yeah. It was. Thank you, Adrien." Her cheeks flushed, and she whipped around towards the sink to hide her blush. Humming to herself, she began washing the dishes.

Adrien sweetly looked up at her as he finished his chore. There were only a choice-few times that Marinette seemed so relaxed around him. Well, around him him, she was fairly chill around Chat Noir him. It was always amazing when Marinette let her wall down; when she allowed herself to just be comfortable around him. He always had the best time with her when she was like that.

Nino would always be his best friend, but even around him, Adrien felt a sort of obligation to act a certain way. He had to focus on what it was like to be a "true teen" and follow Nino's lead whenever he pointed out how sheltered Adrien was. It was hard to tell Nino that there were parts of his life he was actually fine with. His BFF would just argue back that it was because Adrien didn't know any better.

Alya was also cool, but she was so high energy. It was actually a little exhausting trying to keep up with her sometimes. Plus, she always seemed to have a hidden agenda whenever they hung out. Adrien didn't hold it against her, and in fact found it part of her that he loved, but it could be a bit much. He had to have his guard up at all times around her, for fear that she'd catch a whiff of him being Chat Noir.

Kagami was also an amazing friend, but she was just as sheltered as he was. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he had to be purposefully rebellious to help show her how to have a good time. A way for them to break away from their overbearing parents. She also was too focused on what was considered 'noble' or 'proper' and seemed a bit judgmental when he wanted to just play video games or talk about comic books. Kagami certainly was not the friend to talk pop-culture with.

Marinette, though? Adrien could truly be himself around her. She didn't seem to ever really judge him, or see him as a rich shut-in, or try to pry into his life. She just let him be whomever he was. He could be serious, or goofy, or straight-laced, or a little rebellious, and she ran with it. It was almost like being Chat Noir, even out of the mask.

Better, actually. Even when he was Chat Noir, he had to be a certain way. Marinette proved that when she laughed at him crafting beside her. He had to be in superhero mode most of the time. The only exception seemed to be when his heart was broken and Marinette let him just be sad with her.

There were no such restrictions for Adrien when he was out of costume and just with Marinette.

"Here." He pulled out another towel from where Marinette grabbed the first one. "Let me dry them." He held out the towel for Marinette to place the mixing bowl in.

She studied him a moment, her lips lightly puckered and her eyes soft. Dark circles still hid under the now smudged cover-up, but she looked a bit more refreshed than she was before. Accepting the offer, Marinette placed the bowl in the towel cradle, then picked up the next dish to clean.

As Adrien dried the bowl and placed it on the counter for Marinette to put away, he watched her work. There was certainly something almost serene to her quietly splashing in over-soaped dish water, the warm glow of the setting sun casting orange rays through the window in front of them. She handed one of the mixer beaters to him, then got started on another one.

"Adrien?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. It means a lot that you spent your day away from home helping me babysit and clean up. You could have done virtually anything, but you chose this."

"No problem, Marinette. I'm always happy to help you. Honestly, sometimes I think you take on too much."

She snorted a little laugh. "You're one to talk." She gave him a playful side-eye before refocusing on rinsing off the other beater and handing it to him.

"True, but it's different with you, I think. People depend on you so much. I just worry that you put too much on your shoulders. You can tell people no, you know, if you're overwhelmed. You can also ask for help."

Marinette froze, her hands hovered above the soapy sink basin, watching Adrien carefully as he finished his drying and placing the second beater beside the first in the mixing bowl. When he turned back to her, she jumped and got back to washing out the measuring cups.

"Something wrong?"

"Huh?" Marinette didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the dishes as she rinsed, blindly handed off to Adrien, and started up the next measuring cup. "No. Nothing. Just- I've been told that before too."

"By someone smart, I'd wager," Adrien fought to hide his smirk. Didn't matter. Marinette still wasn't looking at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, perhaps he is." She didn't want to chance adding in 'and possibly very dumb too' despite feeling it strongly. Instead, she reveled in the fact that she was helped twice that week by super sweet guys, and that one of them was the boy of her dreams, helping her clean dishes. Maybe life wasn't as out of control as she once feared when she got the Miracle Box transferred to her possession.

If life consisted of quiet evenings alone with Adrien, doing stupid little chores, Marinette would be more than happy. Adrien would be too.

~ Thanks For Reading. Feel Free To Review And Come Back For Prompt Day 6: AU Day ~

*Closing Notes*

It kept me FOREVER to figure out what to do with the prompt 'Comfort' when I've essentially used it every chapter already. I knew I wanted to hit up Adrienette since I hadn't touched that part of the Love Square yet. I also knew that I was done with them having breakdowns (although... technically I guess Marinette did have a mini one again...) so I wanted another way to interpret the prompt other than "someone is comforting another." While I loved my husband's suggestion of a slumber party with comfy pajamas, I couldn't work out the logistics of it without fully falling in the realm of "self-indulgence" but I liked the overall feel from that idea. I then needed a way to get Adrien around a sleepy Marinette, and what better way than our poor overworked girl having to deal with hyperactive Manon? I'd be beat too.

Hope you enjoyed, and happy belated Valentine's Day.