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TIMMARI: Out Sick

Ship: Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Tim Drake

Prompt: Out Sick

Date: January, Wednesday 15

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"So, what you're saying is that you want me to wear the Ladybug miraculous and defeat this akuma?"

Letting out a pitiful sniffle, the other person in the room responded, "Yeah. If you don't transform the akuma won't be captured, meaning that it will multiply and possess the citizens."

"Okay, okay," Tim agreed. "I'll do it, but after this, you owe me at least a coffee."

"How about I make it a coffee date?"

Eyes whipping to the teenager, Tim questioned, "Are you asking me out?"

Snorting, Adrien replied, "Nope. I meant that I'd get you a date with Marinette to make it up to you."

A pink hue painted Tim's cheeks, as he choked, "M-Marinette? Why h-her?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the blonde said, raising an unimpressed brow. "You have the biggest crush on her."

Spluttering escaped his mouth as an answer, though Adrien interrupted it with, "So, are you going to go save Paris?"

Timothy sighed, gazing down at the earrings within his grasp. Rolling them between his fingertips, he finally raised his hands to his head, clipping them onto his ears.

They felt quite light, to his surprise, as if they weren't even there in the first place. Studying himself in a nearby mirror, he could make out that the surface of the jewellery had adapted, changing its appearance into gold studs.

The metal glinted from the sunlight radiating through the large windows in Adrien's bedroom, that also allowed the two in the room to see the toppled buildings and blurred figure hopping about on the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

"Guess there's no better time than now."

Turning to the floating red kwami, he asked, "How do I transform?"

"All you have to say is 'spots on'," a high-pitched voice answered, the source being Tikki. "Then I can transfer my power over to you."

"Right."

He exhaled heavily, eyes closing in anticipation and heart beating speedily in fear, along with excitement.

"Tikki, spots on."

Immediately, a wave of power blew through him, causing his eyes to open wide as pink invaded his vision. Looking down, he saw magic begin to fizzle at his fingertips, starting to move its way up his arms and down his body.

After completely covering him from the torso downwards, a tingle was felt on his temples, reaching all the way to the bridge of his nose. Hesitantly, he brought his hand up, tracing the flat mask concealing his identity.

"Gotta say, the spots suit you well."

Adrien's compliment broke him out of his amazement of the transformation, as he faced the male. He was currently lying down in his bed, covers enveloping his cold body in warmth, tucked up right to his chin.

Sweat clung to his forehead, making the stray hairs of his fringe stick to the skin beneath it. Adrien's cheeks were flushed a light rouge - the colour spreading from his ears to his runny nose.

Every so often, a sniffle echoed in the room, like now, prompting him to reach over to the desk beside the furniture he was on and pluck out a tissue from its box as he cleaned his nose with it.