I saw a post on tumblr a while ago I can't remember who and they were like 'wouldn't it be cute if Adrien got ill and Marinette's family looked after him' or something like that so that was my prompt. This is for you (and everyone else). Later chapters will probably be longer I'm testing the waters because I havnt' written a multi chapter Miraculous fic before so feel free to give advice and stuff idk. Hope you enjoy! :)

Adrien coughed violently, doubling over as all the air left him. The class looked at him and he grinned nervously, quickly putting his attention backed to his notes. Thankfully Ms. Bustier resumed her teaching.

"Dude seriously, are you okay?" Nino asked for the third time, then flinched back as Adrien sneezed.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He rubbed his nose and then sniffed in a very convincing act of wellness, which made Nino frown.

"You don't sound it." He grumbled, but carried on making notes. Truly, Adrien felt awful, like a gremlin was sat on his chest with its fingers in his brain, but there was no way he was missing a day of school after he worked so hard to get to attend. Besides, he'd rather be around friends when he was ill than alone in his oversized room with only a sarcastic cat that stank of cheese. But by the end of the day he was faded. His limbs felt obscenely and he flushed hot and cold. He'd fallen asleep in his last class only to be awoken by a sharp rap on his desk from a disapproving teacher which made him jump. He felt awful.

"I'm sorry I can't keep you company man, but I'll text you to make sure you're okay."

"It's okay don't worry about it. Thanks for the thought though. Have fun in Italy."

"I'll try, but you know what my mum's like." Nino held out a fist and Adrien bumped it with his. "See you Monday!" He called as he jogged towards his mum's waiting car, leaving Adrien shivering and waving feebly. The Gorilla wasn't meant to arrive for another half hour, and so Adrien seated himself on the wall, drawing his jacket around him and yet enjoying the cool breeze on his heated skin. Maybe he could drift off for half an hour.

He was just dozing off when he heard giggling voices walking past. He cracked his eyes open and saw Alya and Marinette, the latter giving him an indecipherable look, but she quickly looked away when she noticed him looking back. He would have waved but he didn't have the willpower to raise his arm, so he settled for a slightly strained smile, which Alya returned. Marinette kept her head down, which saddened him somewhat. He'd been trying for almost a year now to be a good friend to her but she never returned his gestures of friendship and always seemed keen to escape his presence. Thinking of Marinette reminded him that she lived in a bakery, and along with that came the realisation that there was no Nathalie here to enforce his dietary regime. The thought of cakes fuelled him, and he checked excitedly in his bag to see if he had any money, ignoring Plagg's rude mutterings as he disturbed his sleep. He found ten euros, and eased himself off the wall with a grin. Maybe a cake would give me some energy.

Luckily Marinette's bakery was only across the road so he needn't strain himself. The little bell chimed sharply in his oversensitive ears as he entered, making him flinch. As soon as he stepped through the door he was assaulted by a myriad of smells, all of them pleasant, and he looked around eagerly for an especially nice looking cake.

"Can I help you?" He started as a woman's voice came from behind the counter. She was so small he hadn't noticed her, or maybe he was just too tired to pay attention to his surroundings.

"I'm looking for a cake…can you recommend anything?" She smiled. "You're Adrien, aren't you? I remember you. I'll get Marinette down, she can pick you something out." She disappeared, leaving Adrien standing quite lost in the centre of the room. His vision kept fading and he had to keep shaking his head to stop the fuzzy blackness in his eyes. There wasn't a seat around he could sit in, which was a problem because his legs kept losing their strength and he wobbled precariously. He leaned against the counter instead, resting his face in his hands as the light suddenly became too painful for his eyes.

"H-hello." He looked up, squinting, and saw Marinette standing stiffly next to her mother, who gave her a little prod. How had she got here so quickly? Had that amount of time passed already? Everything felt fuzzy. He couldn't see anything. Quite abruptly his limbs gave out and he collapsed ungracefully to the floor. He heard a distant cry of "Adrien!" but then he was gone.

A cool breeze, the sound of swishing fabric, and a cold pressure on his forehead. Adrien opened his eyes. Three pairs of eyes were staring at him, and after a while he recognised Marinette and her parents.

"What happ-" His words stuck in his dry mouth and aching throat.

"Here." Marinette's mother passed him a glass of water and he struggled to sit so he could drink. Steadying hands pressed into his back and he smiled in embarrassment for the necessity of the help. He took a big gulp of water and felt the dryness disappear, then downed the rest and sighed at the relief it brought him. "You have a temperature, and you're not hydrated enough." She smiled gently and rested a hand on his arm. "Make sure you drink more fluids." He nodded. The glass was passed to Marinette who dashed out. While she was gone he tried to clear his head while Marinette's parents murmured reassurances and asked each other what they should do. When Marinette returned he took the glass thankfully and drunk it quickly. He hadn't realised how thirsty he was. "Do you want us to call your dad to come and get you? You shouldn't be walking anywhere like this." Adrien shook his head, then winced as the movement told him he had a headache.

"He's not home. Neither is Nathalie, they've gone to London until next weekend to meet designers and stuff." Marinette's mum…Sabine? made a disapproving huffing noise and her brows drew close. She exchanged a look with her husband, who nodded. "There's no-one at home for you?"

"Only the Gorilla, uh, my driver bodyguard person, but he doesn't really talk. It's okay I cam walk home I don't need to bother him." He realised he should probably text him though, before he began to worry.

"You're not staying at home by yourself ill young man." A great booming voice. "You need to be looked after for a while. You can stay here, we have a spare room.

"Oh, no! No, it's okay, seriously I'm fine." He pushed himself carefully from the sofa and nearly toppled into the television. He would have done, had Marinette not caught him by the shoulders. She stared at him for a while, then jumped backwards and looked nervously between her hands and his shoulders. She had to grab him again as he swayed, and he was sure her cheeks were as red as his. Maybe I've given it to her…that's not good.

"Well that settles it." Marinette and Sabine encouraged him gently back onto the sofa and the wet flannel was replaced on his head. Her dad nodded.

"I'll take the truck and pick up some clothes and things from his house. Will anyone be in?" He asked, turning to Adrien. Adrien stared open mouthed at this family who were so willing to do everything to help him. He was pretty sure his father would just send Nathalie as a sentinel to watch over him and keep him in his room, but Marinette and her parents were looking after him, keeping him safe. With a smile, he realised they would not be dissuaded.

"I can text The Gorilla to go back and let you in." The big man's lip's quirked in amusement. He nodded, and ruffled Adrien on the head, an action which left Adrien in shock. Then he strode out of the room. After shooting him a concerned look, Marinette followed suit, but after a while he could hear her shuffling about in the bakery.

"How do you feel?" The small kind woman asked. He was about to say 'fine', but he knew she wouldn't believe it.

"Uh, kind of grotty I guess. I'm quite tired." She nodded.

"Can I take your temperature?" He flushed with embarrassment.

"Y-yeah okay." He tried to look elsewhere as she descended upon him with a thermometer and stuck it under his tongue. He could see the numbers climbing higher. Marinette chose that moment to walk in, and he felt rather humiliated by the look of suppressed laughter on her face. He knew he must look ridiculous, all flushed, face wet from the flannel, and a thermometer in his mouth. He was far from the perfect model in that moment.

"Thirty-nine degrees… that's not a healthy temperature." She smiled. Thankfully the thermometer was removed from his mouth. "I'll get you a big bottle of water." Then it was just him and Marinette in the room.

"Sorry about all this." He grinned, then shivered.

"N-no don't be it's…it's not like you chose to be ill and you're not that bad you're just too hot, not that that's possible and you're always ho-" She stopped suddenly and smacked herself in the forehead. Adrien was very confused. Blushing bright red, she placed a cupcake on the table next to him. He almost gasped. Rarely had he seen such sweet decadence. The cake was loaded with frosting and decorated with a dusting of chocolate. He snatched it up eagerly and took a big bite, closing his eyes at the sinfully sweet taste. When he opened them again he inhaled sharply.

"It's red!" Marinette looked at him oddly, then burst out laughing.

"It's a red velvet cake, they're always red."

"Amazing…" He contemplated the wonder of the little cake for a while longer then devoured it with the ferocity of someone who had been starved. Marinette continued to giggle. "Oh!" He exclaimed, mouth full of cake. He blushed, and struggled to finish his mouthful. "Thank you. It's lovely, did your parents make it?" She nodded, a hand over her mouth which Adrien suspected hid her smile. He sighed at the now empty cake casing.

"Would you…like another?" His eyes widened.

"I can?"

"Of course! I'll, I'll get you one."

They both returned shortly after, Marinette feeding him sweet treats with cheeks as red as the cake he devoured, and her mother making sure he drunk all the water she brought him. Soon after her father returned, bearing a bag of clothes, some books from his room, and a tale of confrontation. 'He took some convincing, but I won him over!'

Adrien settled back into the cushions and ate his treats, watching Marinette do her homework at the coffee table to keep him company, and listening to her parents bustling about in the bakery, humming cheerful tunes. It's not so bad, being ill.