Falling For a Demon (ML Fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Healer

Sorry in advance for the really long chapter, 5.8k words long! There's a special surprise near the end for any love square fans so keep reading!

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"Take him where?" Alya asked, her hands on her hips as Marinette tied a small sack full of magical orbs around her waist, something specially made for angels. Marinette glanced up at her friend with a small reassuring smile.

"To the healer, don't worry it isn't that far. Adrien and I will be back before you even know it," She said and glanced over at the demon who was far from earshot, sitting against a boulder as he wrapped his hand in bandages that Alya had gathered from the village. She smiled slightly, feeling her cheeks burn up.

"Why can't I come along?" Alya asked, not noticing Marinette's obvious staring. The angel glanced back over at her friend, taking a minute to get her thoughts straight.

"Uh... because we'll be fine alone. Not to mention he's taken me there before, so both of us know where to go." She explained and Alya smiled smugly, crossing her arms as she raised a brow.

"Riiight... I have a feeling it's actually because you wanna have some alone time with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome over there," Alya mused with a wink, causing Marinette's face to go redder than before.

"O-of course not!" She defended herself, poorly, and Alya just nodded, not believing any of Marinette's lies. The dark-haired angel's wings fluttered open, her feathers fluffing up in embarrassment.

"Whatever, I just... need to talk to him privately for a while and I decided to take this opportunity to do so," Marinette admitted, and Alya giggled, nudging her shoulder playfully.

"You go girl, just don't tell your parents or like... anyone else about him, you'd most likely be thrown in jail for treason." Alya reminded her, Marinette cringing at the thought, her wings tensing up and tightly tucking in again.

"So you won't tell anyone about him?" She asked and Alya let out a short laugh.

"I swear on my life. If this guy means so much to you, I won't tell a soul that I even saw him." Alya promised, crossing her heart and holding up a hand. Marinette smiled, thankful she could talk to someone else about all of this. She knew if something were to happen, she'd go to Alya for help.

"Thanks, I owe you one."

"Uh, yeah you do. Like a thousand croissants," She joked, Marinette letting out a small giggle.

"Well I should get going if I want to make it back here before it's completely dark out," Marinette said and Alya nodded, glancing up at the sky to see just how fast the sun was setting.

"Yeah, definitely. Go hurry your butt up, who knows what kind of monsters are out there at night," Alya warned and it was Marinette's turn to nod, the thought giving her chills, her feathers visibly trembling.

"Alright, see you later!" The angel gave a small wave before jogging over to Adrien, her wings stretching out as they got ready for the long journey ahead.

"Ready to go?" Adrien asked, standing up and letting his dark feathered wings extend. Marinette nodded with a smile.

"Always,"

He smiled and the two took off.

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Last time they had been traveling to this mysterious healer, Marinette's wing had unfortunately been broken, meaning Adrien had to carry her the entire way. She had felt extremely spoiled, especially since the actual journey there was long and tiring on their wings, with no land beneath them to rest. Halfway there, they were forced to fly across a large lake, nearly the size of a sea. But right in the middle of the lake was an island that held a single house and a small plot of land for growing crops. The owner of this house, was the healer, an old man who's wings had long since stopped working. Marinette couldn't imagine life without her wings, it would be like losing an arm or leg.