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Nine Lives (17) The Sentence

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“I am the late Adrien Felix Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste.”

The courtroom was in an uproar, but Adrien didn’t move. He gripped the rail in front of him like a lifeline, fear closing in on all sides. There was shouting, and wailing, and he even heard someone yell, “you dirty liar!”

“Order!” Judge Boucher shouted, slamming the gavel. “I said order!”

Adrien clenched his eyes shut, feeling absolutely nauseous. There was no way in hell he would turn to look at his father.

“Mr. Noir, is this some sort of prank? Because it’s not funny.”

“No sir,” Adrien whispered into the little mic, heart in his throat. “But due to the information I received from...my—“ he hesitated, his whole body tensing. “From Hawkmoth. I felt it would be dishonest to hide my identity. And...I can’t urge you enough to lock him away for the rest of his miserable life.” He shuttered.

The judge continued his glaring, but then spoke to Gabriel. “M. Agreste, can you verify that this is your son?”

Adrien felt his eyes on him. Boring holes into his heart. But what was the look on his face? Of shock? Of hope? Surely, it was of displeasure, for being humiliated by his wayward son.

“Adrien, look at me.” His voice conveyed no clues for what prepared him.

He didn’t want to turn around. He didn’t want to obey. Not now, when he was finally free!

“Look at me!” His voice pierced the air, as Gabriel slammed his fist on his table. It was a command, one that Adrien’s body chose to obey, despite his soul crying out against it.

So he simply turned, and awaited judgement.

—

“You know, when faking your death, it’s usually the ‘death’ part that’s the most important.” Said Plagg, floating around the multiple boxes.

“I know. But true crime dramas didn’t prepare me for this. I know how to make a murder look like a suicide...but faking a suicide? There’s so many variables! For example, most situations would require a body, right? I could jump off the bridge, turn into Chat Noir, and maybe that would work. But my father wouldn’t rest until the entire river was dredged.”

“It’s a good backup plan, at least.”

“And what about you? You’ve lived centuries! You have to have something!”

“Hey, I’ve had dozens of kittens run away from home to be Chat Noir, but faking a death? Now that’s new to me.”

“Ugh! Help me out here!”

“You know what death I was always partial to? The Iron Maiden. Just the idea sends chills down my whiskers.”

“Oh forget it...you’re never helpful.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Plagg zipped off to hide.

“Come in,” said Adrien.

His father entered, looking as crisp as ever in his white suit.

“O-oh, father...I didn’t expect you.” And he really didn’t. Despite living in the same house, it was rather rare that they spoke. And even rarer for Gabriel to come to him.

“Are you busy?”

“N-No! Just packing! Did you—wanna talk?”

Gabriel nodded and stepped over to sit on the couch.

Father and son sat in silence for a moment before Gabriel spoke, “I know you’re apprehensive about Germany, Adrien.”

Adrien rubbed his arm. It wasn’t really Germany that was bothering him anymore. “...yeah.”

“But you know, it’s a very lovely country. A very rich culture, with beautiful architecture and deep history.”

“Yes, I know...”

“Well, what has you apprehensive then? The school has the best security, and Nathalie and I are just a phone call away in an emergency..”

“Father...it isn’t that. My German isn’t very strong, you know that. It was hard enough picking up all the social cues I missed...it’s a whole other country!”

“But they know you’re French, they know things will be different.”

“But I don’t want to go.”

“You don’t know what you want, you’re just a child.”

Adrien bristled, a very Chat like reaction. “I am not!”

“You sure are acting like one.”

Desperate to be heard, Adrien raised his voice. “Well, what do you expect?! You’re tearing me away from everything I know!”

“You’re just being ridiculous, and a bit hysterical.”

“Ridiculous!?” His voice cracked.

“Stop yelling, Adrien. I’m not in the wrong here.” Gabriel snipped.

The boy swallowed his retort, tears biting at his eyes.

“You know, you’re not a normal person. You’re special. You’re extremely important to me. And I couldn’t bare to lose you. Seeing you turn into a glitter statue from that Akuma nearly gave me a heart attack. And the Akuma have only become even more dangerous since then. I can’t risk it.”

“I get it. You are concerned with my physical safety...but what about my mental wellness?”

“If you are concerned about it, I’ll have Nathalie look up a French speaking counselor in Tannenwalde.”

Adrien scoffed, but had nothing left to say. There was no use arguing anyway. “Fine.”

Gabriel sighed. “This is the best thing for you. One day, you’ll see my side of things. One day you’ll thank me.”

Adrien didn’t agree, but didn’t say as much.

“I’ll have Nathalie clear your schedule for tomorrow. You can have Mlle. Bourgeois come over, or perhaps Mlle. Dupain-Cheng? She seems worthy of conversation. And certainly a much better influence than that other friend of yours. Whatever his name was.”

Now Adrien knew why Gabriel had come to him. He couldn’t escape.

“Though, it’s not like it matters. You’ll have new friends soon enough. Hmm?”

“Yeah...”

Gabriel stood, straightening his tie. “Good talk.” Then he left with nothing else to say.

That was the last time they spoke.

—

Gabriel couldn’t believe his eyes. Yes, there was no doubt about it, this was Adrien. He had studied the boy’s face all his life.

But the makeup did nothing to hide the fact that he was disfigured, and his nervousness didn’t eclipse the absolute rebellion in his eyes.

Adrien tried to keep his teary eyes unfocused in an attempt to soften his father’s features. But the frown of betrayal was still too prominent to hide.

“Adrien...your face...”

“My sacrifice for my freedom.” Adrien answered, just above a whisper.

“Your honor,” Gabriel addressed the judge. “There is no doubt that this is my son. But his...appalling behavior is unrecognizable.”

Adrien turned away, facing forward.

“My son is dramatic and naïve, but he’s courteous and loyal, and he most definitely isn’t a liar.”

Those words triggered something in Adrien, because he swiveled back around. “Oh and you’re so blameless?! What happened to, ‘we have to trust each other,’?! You’ve been lying to me longer than I’ve been lying to you!”

The gavel slammed down again, and Adrien shut his mouth with a click.

“M. Agreste, this is not your place to make accusations.”

Adrien shrunk, sheepishly.

The judge’s voice softened. “M. Noir, if you would be so kind to explain yourself? If your action to fake your death is at all related to the defendant, I would like to hear that explanation. If not, then I must insist we move on.”

“It does have to do with him...” Adrien admitted.

“Then the floor is yours.”

Adrien nodded, swallowing thickly. His throat was tight and mouth dry, but he’d suffer through. “Back in February, my father told me I was to be enrolled in a military boarding school in Germany. I told him I didn’t want to go, he said that it was for my own good, and I didn’t have a choice. I pleaded with him several times, but he refused to listen to me. But the thing is, I’m Chat Noir too, so if I went, I’d have to give up my Miraculous.”

“And that wasn’t something you were willing to do?”

“No.” He stated firmly. “I...need to be Chat Noir. It goes beyond being a superhero...my father never let me leave the house, and the few times I did, I was to be accompanied by my bodyguard. When I was finally allowed to go to school, I had to fight for it. I had to fight for every minute of freedom. For every friendship. Being Adrien meant a rigorous schedule planned weeks in advance. It meant having your clothes picked out, your hair styled just right, your face blemish free…it meant having to be nice to people who were mean, always being polite and reserved, and always having to pretend your happy when you…when you wish you were never born!” The last words were forced out as a sob, as he clenched the railing in front of him. He cringed and swallowed his rebellion, the storm brewing in his chest. “But being Chat Noir was my ultimate freedom. I could go anywhere, do anything…I had friends of my own, I could be goofy and sad…and it was the perfect reprieve to my suffocation,” He shuttered. “When he told me where I would be going…it was like looking upon prison. To me, a fate worse than death. And I had done nothing to deserve it. I spent my life obeying my father no matter what��and he chose to drive me away.”

“And you couldn’t run away instead?”

“No. Because I knew if Gabriel ever had the thought that I was alive, he would not rest until I was home.”

The judge frowned, thinking for a moment. “Well, I certainly see why you did what you did. But Gabriel’s actions don’t seem to reflect the word ‘insane’. Perhaps neglectful or overly strict, but this is not a domestic case. Therefore, I believe we should move on.”

Adrien nodded, willing to say his piece and get the heck out of there.

“Normally, close relatives of the accused are not allowed to testify in assize, but I will make a notable exception in this case. Do you swear to speak without hate or fear, and to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

Adrien winced, hesitating. “I can speak the truth, but I don’t know if I can speak without hate or fear…”

“Your honor,” Gabriel’s lawyer spoke up. “I have to insist having M. Agreste-or rather M. Noir be declined as a witness. Since he is very obviously biased.”

Judge Boucher sighed, glancing at the other judges. “I’m afraid you’re right. In that regard, no one else was at the final confrontation that can or is willing to speak.”

“I can.” A new voice piped up, quite loudly.

“Who said that?”

A little black orb zipped around the room, slowing down to float lazily in front of the panel of judges. He came back to Adrien and spoke into the mic. “The name’s Plagg, god of Destruction.”

No one knew what to do with that.

“I’m sorry, what?” Boucher asked.

“Allow me to explain. In essence, I am Chat Noir. I am the suit and the powers. Everywhere Adrien goes, I go. Everything he sees, I see. Everything he hears, I hear. Now, while I am certainly attached to my little kitten, I have been practicing self control for the last 5,000 years. Give or take. And I’m not a blood relative to Gabriel Agreste.”

The room was full of hushed murmurs.

“Plagg,” Adrien whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Relax kid. It’ll be fine.”

“This is...we don’t have a protocol for this.” Another judge said.

“Your honor,” Dr. Rayne spoke up, “it would be advantageous to hear him—it?—out. It is the only unbiased witness we have.”

Boucher exhaled, his jowls flapping about. “Alright. In a case with magic possession, superheroes, and super villains, it only makes sense that a god be our witness.”

Plagg had a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Monsieur...What was your name again?”

“Plagg.”

“M. Plagg. Do you swear to speak without hate or fear, and tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

“I solemnly swear.”

“Then we can proceed.” Boucher managed a small smile of relief. “When did you and Adrien first become acquainted?”

“That would be the first day Chat Noir surfaced. So what? Sept. 8?”

“Are you the only one of your kind?”

“Nope. Ladybug has one, and so did Gabriel. There are others as well.” Plagg floated to rest in Adrien’s hair, a loud purr cutting through the air. Adrien appreciated it immensely.

“So, in your eyes, what happened on June 7th?”

“That was the day Hawkmoth surrendered? I’m bad with dates. But basically, there was an akuma, like Ladybug had said, and we transformed into Chat Noir. There was running, and then we followed them to Hawkmoth’s lair. Gabriel reveal his identity, and we tried to use Cataclysm on him, but Spots stepped in front of us. All this is true, just as Ladybug said.”

“Alright. Then what happened?”

“Gabriel told us to take Spots to the Hospital, and that he would stay put. So, Adrien, being scared of losing the love of his life—”

“Plagg…”

“—took Ladybug to the hospital. After several hours of surgery, the doctor stated that she was somewhat stable, but no one was allowed to see her. So, Adrien decided to go back to the Mansion and retrieve the Miraculous.”

“Do you know what time that occurred?”

“Oooohhhhhhh sometime after Midnight. When we arrived, there was a bunch of suitcases sitting around. Gabriel and his secretary had been waiting for us. Gabriel just handed over both Miraculous, and stated that he would be calling the police once the exchange was over. I thought that would be it, but Chat asked Gabriel what his intentions were, and so Gabriel told him…or rather showed him.”

“Objection!” Gabriel yelled.

“You forfeited your right to confess on your own.” Boucher reprimanded. “Perhaps if it was such a big secret, you shouldn’t have told anyone.”

“Adrien please…don’t drag her into this…”

Adrien’s voice was hoarse, but he simply said. “Go on Plagg, please?”

“As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted.” He glared at Gabriel. “Gabriel took Chat into a secret passage in the basement of the mansion, to an atrium. And who do we find? Adrien’s mother, asleep in suspended animation.”

The crowd gasped and shocked whispers spread throughout the room.

“No!” Gabriel shouted.

“Order!” The gavel slammed again. “M. Noir, is this all true?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“There’s more,” added Plagg. “You see, Gabriel admitted that he and his wife had the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous. Well, the Peacock is the Miraculous of Integrity. Duusu can make people stronger…but Gabriel thought that maybe he had found the secret of immortality with it.”

“Please…” Gabriel begged again. “Please stop!”

“M. Agreste, I will not ask you again to be quiet.”

Gabriel hung his head and buried his face in his hands.

“…I talked with Duusu, after Adrien returned her Miraculous to…its rightful place. She said that Gabriel bullied her into using her powers on Mrs. Agreste to extend her life. Though, he translated the passage incorrectly.”

“Passage?”

“Oh yeah! There’s a spellbook with more information about the Miraculous, but it’s all encoded. As Duusu recalled, the passage reads, ‘fresta sálina úr verða til að ewig’ which actually means ’suspend soul from body forever’ instead of what was incorrectly translated as ‘body occurring immortally.’ Which, I feel is a pretty substantial mistake to make. You would think that a millionaire would take the time and money to hire someone to translate some Icelandic and German correctly instead of using Google translate. Honestly.”

“M. Plagg, if you would continue to the point?”

“Oh right. Um, where was I? Oh yeah! So Gabe had his wife parrot the phrase before activating her Miraculous then TA-DA her soul was ripped from her body and the Miraculous broke.”

A judge on the left piped up. “While that is awful, the quest for immortality has been going on for centuries. And it was obviously a mistake. Surely, a sane man would still take the opportunity for immortality if it presented itself?”

“That’s not his crime!” Plagg shouted.

“Do tell, and what does this have to do with him trying to get ahold of the other Miraculous?”

Plagg inhaled, prepared to continue, but stopped and leaned forward off of Adrien’s head. “Do you have any cheese?”

“Really!? NOW?! We’re in court!”

The kwami scoffed and leaned back. “Fine…you owe me some later. Anyways…” he cleared his throat. “The person who holds both the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous can—essentially—grant any wish. But, it’s super tricky, because balance will always need to be maintained. So, for example, if you wanted to bring a loved one back to life, someone else would die in their place.”

“And Gabriel wanted the Miraculous to restore his wife’s soul?”

“You got it!”

Boucher scratched his chin. “But, if what you said about balance is true, then…”

“Someone else would have to lose their soul in exchange, yes.”

The Judge glanced over at Gabriel, his eyes narrowing. “Did you know this?”

“I abstain,” Gabriel bit.

“Were you willing to sacrifice someone else for your mistake?”

“I abstain!”

“Will you take any responsibility for your actions!?”

“I will serve whatever sentence you give me.” Gabriel said, darkly.

“M. Plagg, did Gabriel by chance mention his knowledge of this…wish?”

“Oh, he knew. He knew exactly what would happen. And he had someone picked out to take Mama Agreste’s place.”

“And that would be?”

Plagg laughed mirthlessly, “my poor little kitten, Adrien. He was planning on sacrificing his son. But, it’s okay!” He added sarcastically. “Because once Mommy woke up, they’d have a new baby, and Adrien would be reborn in that body. Convenient, don’t you think?”

Adrien sniffed, trying hard to keep back his emotions. His hand came up to cover his quivering lip.

“Are you alright, M. Noir?” The judge asked.

Adrien shook his head, not able to speak.

“With all that has happened, would you like to say something to your father before we end for the day?”

Adrien nodded and clenched his hands on the railing in front of him. “You…were a terrible father. I never knew any better, because I didn’t know what dad’s were supposed to be like. Until I met Ladybug’s family, I…I thought this was normal. I thought you were...like King Trident from the Little Mermaid. Strict and harsh, but honestly doing what you thought was best for me and my safety, because you loved me.” He grit his teeth as more tears fell. “But now I know that you’re really like Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame. Feeding me lies about the worst of the world, keeping me locked up because you—you wanted to take advantage of me! Keep me naive so I wouldn’t know any better! Use me like a tool! You—you ruined my life!” He choked. Finally, he turned and looked at his father. “And still after all of this…I can’t help but still love you. And I hate myself for it.”

Gabriel’s face remained cold, harsh, and unyielding. Disappointment and betrayal flashed in his eyes.

Adrien stood a little taller. “But I suppose that this was a wake up call. And now I can work on healing from my brainwashing.” He turned back around to face the judge.

“Well said, M. Noir. Thank you, and you as well, M. Plagg, You may be seated.”

Adrien took a massive sigh of relief and returned to the table.

Immediately, Ladybug grabbed his hand and squeezed.

“This concludes today’s proceedings. Tomorrow, we will convene with all the facts and testimonies that have been presented today. The sentencing will take place thereafter. No witnesses are required to attend the sentencing, but those interested in watching are welcome to attend. Deliberation will take approximately six hours. You are dismissed.”

The room filled up with sounds of scraping chairs and hushed conversation.

“About that cheese...” began Plagg.

“I’ll give you five pounds of cheese when we get home, okay?”

“Deal.”

Chat Noir returned, feeling much better with the suit on. Though the stares still burned on the back of his head.

Ladybug had been quiet, and he wondered if she was upset. “I’m sorry,” he said squeezing their joined hands.

“Don’t be. I told you to do what you thought was right. This information was important.” She tugged on him, to pull him closer. She cupped his cheek. “And it’s your secret to share.”

“I’m kind of banking on people not being able to recognize me still as Emile.” He winced, “but it might still be obvious who I am.”

“Well, we’ll take it one step at a time, and I’ll be with you all the way.”

“Thank you, My Lady.”

A new voice entered the conversation. “Adrien?”

Chat stood stock still, his fists clenched at his sides. This was going to be how it was for a while. People approaching him in disbelief, and having varying reactions to his lie. It made him anxious just thinking about it.

He turned around to see Chloe standing there, tense, trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Chlo…” He began.

“I don’t want to hear it!” She shouted, drawing the attention of others in the courtroom. “You were my best friend! We depended on each other! We shared secrets! I trusted you! I thought you trusted me, too!”

Guilt hit him hard, but he knew he couldn’t have helped it.

“I could have helped you Adrien…I could have saved you!”

He glanced away, unable to bear her judgement. “No, you couldn’t.”

She frowned hard, blinking against her tears. “Am I ever going to see you again?”

He offered a soft smile. “Sure you will…just, not as Adrien.”

“I don’t know you anymore…” She shrugged pathetically. “And I don’t know if I want to anyways.”

“I’m sorry...”

She sniffed, gathering her courage, and held out her hand.

He took it with a firm grasp.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Adrien Agreste.”

“You too, Chloe Bourgeois.”

With that, she nodded and left.

Nino and Alya had been watching from the other side of the barrier. “That could have been way worse, dude.”

Chat sighed. “Yeah, still sucks though.”

“At least she knows you’re alive.” Ladybug placated. “Maybe she’ll come around.”

“Perhaps.” Chat glanced over to see a crowd of people looking at him, most likely wanting to ask questions. “I’m…going to take off. You guys know where to find me.”

Ladybug nodded, “you go on ahead. We’ll catch up in a bit.”

Chat opened a window and leapt into the city.

—

At home, Emile, now Adrien to those who knew him, sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest. Plagg sat on the coffee table, a pile of Camembert next to him.

“You did good today, buddy.” Adrien smiled at him.

“I know. I was on my very best behavior too, just for you! I haven’t had to talk like that in court in eons.”

Adrien frowned. “You’ve spoken in court before?”

“Yeah, like…600 years ago? When Joan was killed. I helped persuade the Pope that she was innocent.”

“Wait…Joan? As in…Joan of Arc?!”

“The Ladybug at the time, yes. And one of the only famous Ladybugs as well! Anyway, this was fun. It was great to see your dad actually look guilty for once.”

“Is that what you saw? Because I didn’t.”

“Look kid, it’s over now. You have a new family, and they like you for you.”

Adrien sighed again. He hadn’t seen Tom and Sabine’s reactions to his revelation. What if they were mad? Or disappointed? What if they kicked him out? What if they forbid Marinette from seeing him anymore!? What if—

“We’re home!” Sabine called, from the stairwell.

He needed to hide! Or maybe he should face the music now and get packing!

Before he knew it, Tom was standing in the doorway. Until that moment, Adrien had never really noticed how big he was.

“There you are, kiddo!” Tom smiled warmly. Marinette peered around his frame, smiling softly.

And just like that, all of his anxiety disappeared. It was foolish for him to be afraid of this kind family.

Tom was on him in an instant, scooping him up from couch and cradling him in his arms, petting his head.

Like a cat.

“Uh…” Adrien said smartly, too stunned to do anything else.

“Oh honey,” Sabine cooed. “You were so brave today! We’re so proud of you!”

Suddenly, a loud rumbling cut through the room as Adrien’s face turned pink.

“Are you…purring?” Tom asked, snickering.

“Yeah…I do that sometimes.”

“Aww!!” The couple sang, showering him with affection.

Tom squeezed him tight and said softly, “Adrien, we’re sorry we didn’t know you were suffering. I would adopt you this minute…but, I’d much rather have you as a son in law.”

Adrien couldn’t help but giggle as Marinette rolled her eyes with a blush.

—

The next day was better. The courtroom was just as packed, and even though his identity was revealed, Chat was okay. He hadn’t realized how heavy that secret was until now, since he felt a lot more relaxed. Last night was the best sleep he’d had since becoming Chat Noir.

And the Gabriel came into the courtroom.

Ladybug once again took his hand and intertwined their fingers. He breathed deeply, keeping his cool. No matter what, it would be okay. He had a family that loved him and that’s all that mattered.

“All rise,” bid the bailiff.

All nine judges entered once again, all looking thoroughly exhausted.

“You may be seated.”

More chairs squeaking.

“Will the defendant please step forward.”

Gabriel stood and walked to the bench, alone. Alone as he ever was. His hands cuffed, his gazed riveted to the floor.

“We the Cour de Cassation of the State of Paris find the defendant, Gabriel Agreste, guilty of terrorism and domestic abuse. He will serve 97 months, plus two years sentence in federal prison. A month for each victim, for a total of 10 years prison time, with no chance of Conditional Liberation.” The gavel slammed down, and Gabriel’s fate was set.

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shianhygge-imagines · 7 years

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REQUEST: Sick Week [DedSec/Reader]

Lol, I’ll try not to get sick. No guarantees though. The weather in New York suddenly got cooler, and I tend to get sick with the radical changes in temperature/weather conditions. It sucks. :P I tried to treat all the characters as equals... but I am very biased and uninspired for some of these. I won’t lie.

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Horatio (he’s dead but...)

~ The Situation: Normal flu, bit of a cough, lots of sneezing... Just feeling all around miserable, honestly. You got sick from kissing Horatio when he was sick and you were taking care of him...

~ But it was your week off, so honestly, you didn’t want to worry him. Your boyfriend already gets enough shit from work, so you didn’t need to drag him away from his job and get him into even more trouble. And besides, Horatio always made time for you, so it was about time that you let him have some time away, yeah?

~ No. Because Horatio notices when you aren’t around. Like he’s innately always looking for you by his side. Whenever he’s not at work, you’re usually next to him, or texting him. You were a constant by his side. So, yeah. Once you get sick enough to not want to go outside or go on your phone, Horatio notices.

~ Horatio will give you a call or two... and then text you. But when you don’t answer after his first few attempts, he’s quick to go to your place, ringing the doorbell until you drowsily shout out for whoever the hell it was to quit it and leave you alone.

~ Your boyfriend is insistent about seeing you. But you’re telling him to go away because you don’t want him sick as well. “Babe... I know you have work, so please just leave me alone, okay?” You care about Horatio a bit too much, and he knows it, so he’s stern in his next course of action.

~ He calls into work and takes the next few days off, ignoring your protests through the front door. And when it’s done, he opens the front door using your spare key. You call him an idiot, but Horatio is all smiles as he hugs you.

~ The world could end, and he’d still be there for you.

Josh

~ The Situation: You probably got sick from some sort of illness that’s been spreading around your university campus. You’d expect that with the amount of money that you payed to stay in Cali for schooling, that the school would go around disinfecting populated areas every night. But no. They don’t do that in my university and they don’t do it in yours.

~ So now, you’re sick... like dry cough, sore throat, and migraines sick (it sucks. These symptoms together were just awful last year... my head hurts thinking about it). But you know? You’ve only been dating Josh for a few weeks, so letting him know about your being sick feels like you’re inconveniencing him. Plus the fact that Josh has a light phobia of germs, you just didn’t want to bother him. But, your roommate’s gone for a competition that week, so you’re alone... and sick... and you’re not very good at taking care of yourself. The symptoms just get worse... and you kind of end up in the hospital from dehydration... and you’ve been coughing so often that your throat has been scarred and is bleeding just a bit.

~ But here’s the thing... Josh... when he gets into his work, he barely notices how much time has passed. So it’s no wonder that you don’t get a visit from your boyfriend until much later that week. Sitara had pointed out that you had yet to call Josh, and it had been a few days. So, like the hyperfocused and dutiful boyfriend he is, he immediately skips calling you, and tracks you down via data mining... and reluctantly pays you a visit at the hospital.

~ There’s an unimpressed expression on his face, like he’s baffled that you had managed to get sick enough to be sent to the hospital, but he’s also glad that you weren’t in worse shape. He won’t kiss you for a while, but he’ll let you hug him. He’ll also feel bad that he wasn’t there for you, but he’s not comfortable showing it, so you’ll find that your hospital bill has been paid in full. Lol.

~ Give him some love... please... ;.;

Marcus (bit longer because I have literally nothing for our dear, dear Marcus)

~ The Situation: Since I’ve been basing my Marcus characteristics off of Ray Narveaz Jr. aka Brownman’s, playthrough... You kind of got a stomach virus... okay... maybe a really bad stomach virus... From eating tacos... Because your neighbor made tacos, and Marcus is always raving about the damn taco truck. So why not try it?

~ Erm... big mistake... You’re pretty sure the meat was cooked all the way... but you’re not quite so sure that the other ingredients were properly prepared. I would hazard a guess and say that the taco was stored properly by your neighbor after they made it. And if you cool something hot way too fast, or heat something cold way too fast, it’s called “temperature abuse.” And that type of situation promotes bacterial growth. (I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable now.) So now the microbial ecosystem in your body is out of wack... and... well... diarrhea... and it gets progressively better as the week goes on because you have Pepto in your medicine cabinet... Still, you haven’t called Marcus yet and it’s making him worry a lot...

~ You’ve been dating Marcus since he accidentally tested the bank hacking software on your account. You’d been depositing your recent paycheck after a hard day at work (it didn’t help that your coworkers and superiors were all grade A assholes to you all the time.) And Marcus had seen how hard you work through your online info, and how little you get in return for your work... so he decided to give you money instead of taking money... but he made a mistake, and with a swipe of his finger, he’d given all your money away to needy children. And you, who have to work so hard to pay back for your student loans, pay rent and utility bills, as well as support your family... well, the sudden unfairness of life just caused you to have a mental breakdown at the ATM, just sobbing your heart out because rent was due that day. Marcus felt so bad about what he did, that immediately went into your account and added everything back and then some (like ten times the amount, lol)... and then he went to personally apologize to you... you’d hit him... but the two of you ended up dating so...

~ But anyways! You’re always sending each other memes or he’s always texting you for dates, so it’s an established routine, yeah? But when you’re sick, you don’t really want to deal with phones, people, lights, the cold... So you haven’t contacted Marcus in a while and now he’s worried. After maybe fifty texts from him in a row, you finally answer and tell him that you wish to be left alone. (*cue a picture of a sad puppy) <- that... is what he sends you. And he won’t stop... so you eventually give in and tell him that you’ve caught a stomach virus and are recovering, “Please don’t come over, okay? I just want to get through this.”

~ Eh... nope. Marcus is having none of that. Instead, he shows up on your balcony... he used a lift to get up there... and he has a ton of water jugs and healthy foods... and a teddy bear that says “Get better” on it. Honestly, it’s too sweet that you can’t shut him out and you end up passing your sickness with your devoted boyfriend watching over you.

Sitara

~ The Situation: Health-wise, there was nothing wrong with you at all. Simply put, all the stress of life just kind of piled onto your shoulders all at once one day, and you’ve been distressed since. You’d tried the adult way, simply working through your seemingly endless responsibilities, balancing work, bills, your relationship, social life, physical health, etc... But it’s simply to say that simply trying to work your way through problems with intense vigor doesn’t really help much. Headaches came and went, sometimes you had to try and fall asleep with a migraine. So, you decided to take a few days off. Mental health days. To take a step back from the responsibilities and reevaluate everything.

~ You let Sitara know of your decision because you know that she would probably go a bit ape shit if you suddenly disappeared off the face of the Earth for a few days. No. It’s simply not right to ghost on your significant other. NEVER. EVER. DO. IT.

~ Of course, Sitara is completely understanding of wanting to take some time away from your responsibilities. She would join you, but work with DedSec is a near 24/7 job. She’ll probably recommend some things for you to do on your time off, but she’ll leave it up to you in the end.

~ Though... if you do request her presence, with you during your off days... She’ll be glad to stay with you. Sitara can do work from your place. Though, expect her to mother hen you a little... or a lot.

Wrench

~ The Situation: You’re new to this whole dating thing... and your boyfriend is Wrench... you’ve been dating him for only a month so far, so it’s still a fairly new relationship and you’re not really knowledgable about what Wrench is comfortable with, what he’s uncomfortable with... You’re a few years younger than him, but your mental age is higher. So when you come down with a simple cold (coughing, phlegm, stuffy nose, light sensitivity, and bodily aches), you play the ‘responsible’ adult and tell Wrench to leave you alone for a week... or two... depends how good your immune system is.

~ Wrench is... okay with you not being around him for like... the first few days... and then he’s missing you. First, he’ll text you. Then, he’ll call you. And like Marcus, if you don’t call back within the first few hours, then he’s booking it to your home. I don’t think he’ll even knock on the door, he’ll probably pick the lock open to get in... or hack into your apartment building’s security feed to check up on you.

~ You’re a student, and you’ve been too sick to attend lectures, but it still doesn’t excuse you in the eyes of your professors, so you’re probably still doing school work while ill. There’s textbooks spread out in your living room and notes pinned or taped everywhere because you either have exams, projects, research, essays, or homework problems to do... or maybe all at once. And the professor expects you to turn them in on the days they are due... so you still have to leave your apartment to hand shit in. (The professors in my university have no mercy)

~ But yeah, even when you’re sick you work hard, and when Wrench lays his eyes on your form, huddled in blankets, but surrounded by work, he nearly walks back out and to your university to give your professors a piece of his mind. But you turn around and see him at your door. “Hey, Wrench. Did you come to see little old me? That’s sweet.” And there’s this loving smile on your face that has Wrench changing his mind, shutting the front door closed and strolling over to pull you onto his lap. And he just cradles you to him.

~ Don’t get me wrong, Wrench’ll probably scold you for working too hard because it’s been a few days and you don’t even look the slightest bit better. He’s probably going to stubbornly stick by your side as you do work, while also making you soup and other foods, keeping you hydrated. Because Wrench is used to living alone, so he’s had to know how to take care of a sick person. So, you have Wrench to give you extra lovin when you’re sick. ;3

~ If you don’t get any better though, I think Wrench will be the one to escort you to the hospital. He refuses to fuck around with your health.

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