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Sick!Chat Noir X Reader

A/n: You found out their identities based on supernatural scent, since they have the same smell transform and detransformed, you picked it up right away.

When I settled down to have a chill day, I imagined smoking some green, not having a sick Cat-themed superhero dropped on my balcony by his spot clad partner.

I had just gotten out my tray & wraps and had just about to begin grinding when I heard a gentle, but firm knock on the push door leading to my balcony. I let out a sad huff that my session was already interpreted and pushed myself off the couch, climbing up the ladder and pushing open the horizontal door. I climb up onto the balcony being on high alert just in case there was danger ahead.

I quickly dropped my guard with a gasp as I took in the scene before me. Ladybug was struggling to hold up the clearly unwell Chat Noir. The leather-wearing hero looked as though he would collapse at any moment. I quickly move Chat from Ladybug to me, knowing I could easily hold him with my super strength and carefully lead him down the steep ladder to my fake leather couch.

"He's fine here with me, you go defeat your villain. Oh and when you get back, knock, cause I don't know if he will still be transformed or not." The female hero lets out a curt nod and uses her yoyo to fling herself out the window and back to the Akuma.

Once Ladybug was out of sight, I turn back to the ill hero and gently place a hand on his forehead. Just as expected, he has a pretty high fever. I walk to the bathroom and wet a washrag with cold water, then walked back to the blonde kitty cat and place the cold rag on his feverish forehead.

I had also grabbed a glass of equally cold water and set it down on the small table at the end of the couch. As soon as he was at least comfortable, I gently drape the blanket over his body that I had hanging over the back of my couch. Chat had been asleep since his body hit the cushions, so I had plenty of time to gauge his condition. All Ladybug had said was he had a high fever and could barely stand, also that he was complaining of nausea.

I walked back into my bathroom, opening the cabinet and looking through my array of medicines. I grabbed out the fever reducers and anti-nausea pills then shut that cabinet and went into the one under my sink. I grabbed out the sick bucket that I had under there for various similar occasions and then placed the pills in the bucket so I had a free hand and walked back to Chat.

I placed the bucket next to the sleeping hero on the couch and he wasted no time tightly curling around it, clearly very nauseous. I set the pills down on the table and then sit in the spot the bucket once occupied, gently sweeping the bangs from Chat's forehead and flipping the cloth over so the cold side would be down. Even after I fixed the rag, I continued gently stroking the soft blonde tufts that sat in front of his black ears.

I smiled when the sick teen quietly purred and leaned into the touch. I kept petting his hair until the blonde hero's eyes finally fluttered open and he dazedly took in his surroundings. "Morning Sleepy, how you feeling?" I gently teased.

"Like shit," he rasped, voice heavy with sleep. I laughed a little at the blunt response before softly asking him to be more specific.

"Okay hun, well what're the exact symptoms?" I question in the same gentle voice. "I need to know how I can help you and what to be prepared for."

"Well my tummy feels really bed and my head hurts I guess." He whispered shyly.

"Do you think you might throw up?" I ask the vulnerable hero softly. All he does is nod and hug the bucket tighter to his stomach. "Do you want to move to the bed to be more comfy? or to the bathroom, if you feel sick?" He just shakes his head letting out a wet burp, quickly scrambling to get the bin under his mouth. I rub his back as the first wave of sick splats hollowly into the plastic bin.

He continues to get sick into the bin, the strain causing him to detransform in the process. Plagg gives me a worried look as -now Adrien- heaves then brings up more of his meal into the bin. He gripped the bin tightly, panting heavily over it as his stomach calmed for the moment. I carefully pried the bin out of Adrien's iron grip and told Plagg to keep an eye on him as I ran to the bathroom to empty it.

Once I was done, I returned to my sick friend and placed the puke bucket back on the table. I rubbed his back and gently asked if he thought he could take any medicine to make him feel better. "Well I mean I can try, but no guarantee it's not just gonna come right back up." He rasped miserably, desperate for anything to make his cramping stomach and achy head feel better.

"Okay well, that's what we have the bucket for," I joked, trying to lighten the mood even a bit. I let out a soft breathy chuckle and took the pills that I dropped in his hand. He swished them down with a small gulp of water then plopped back down heavily. I threw the blanket over him again and ran to the bathroom to recool down the washcloth. I walked back to the sick Adrien and placed the cold rag on his sweaty forehead, then resumed gently petting his hair. I could worry about his dad and Ladybug later, for now, I was gonna make sure Adrien was comfy and as okay as he could be in his current state.

A/n: Welp, I hope you liked it! By request, I'm doing Eren Yeager next, but let me know any other requests you wanna see. BYEEE!!!

~Luna