I'm a sucker for some good Marichat sleepover sin & fluff
Okay, I’m not technically taking prompts right now, but reading this ask gave me an idea, and I couldn’t say no, so…
“I haven’t looked.”
Adrien sat up slowly, rubbing his head and trying to make sense of where he was. “What happened?”
“Ladybug dropped you off here,” Marinette answered, facing towards the wall. “She said you umm… got hit by some catnip? She couldn’t stay, and she asked me to keep an eye on you.”
He slowly recognized the shapes of her furniture and the bits of photographs he’d seen before in the slivers of moonlight creeping from her windows. “Catnip?” His mind felt slow, as though every thought was fighting through a thick layer of fog to reach the surface.
“Yeah, she said it should wear off overnight. As soon as you, um… lit up, I made sure I didn’t look. Your identity is still safe.”