Hey, everyone this is my very first Miraculous LadyBug fic and I hope you really like it. In this story it's going to be purely Adrien and Marinette and it's a total AU and completely different type of fic. Anyways I really hope you guys like it! Oh and Adrien is going to be a bit OOC in this, but nonetheless I really hope you guys enjoy it!
Adrien Agreste opened his eyes just as the morning sun shone brightly through his room curtains. The foul stale taste of last night's booze on his tongue made him groan in discomfort. His eyes burned and his head pounded with the usual hangover, heck one would think after so many he would get used to it, but nope, he was far from it. He slowly raised himself only to be stopped by a weight that was on top of his right arm. He turned to look and saw a tuft of red hair. Damn, what was the girl's name again? Mary...no Angie..no, was it Stacie? Oh well, it didn't matter anyways, by the time he took a shower she would be gone. He slowly pushed her head off his arm regaining the feeling that was lost and stumbled his way to the bathroom.
and Adrien Agreste opened his eyes just as the morning sun shone brightly through his room curtains. The foul stale taste of last night's booze on his tongue made him groan in discomfort. His eyes burned and his head pounded with the usual hangover, heck one would think after so many he would get used to it, but nope, he was far from it. He slowly raised himself only to be stopped by a weight that was on top of his right arm. He turned to look and saw a tuft of red hair. Damn, what was the girl's name again? Mary...no Angie..no, was it Stacie? Oh well, it didn't matter anyways, by the time he took a shower she would be gone. He slowly pushed her head off his arm regaining the feeling that was lost and stumbled his way to the bathroom.
He quietly shut the door and hit the lights only to groan at the sudden brightness of them. He covered his face with his hands sitting on the toilet seat letting out a slight hiss as his bare bottom hit the coldness of it. He stayed there a few minutes regaining his composure before standing up and looking at himself in the mirror. Adrien looked at his reflection in the mirror, giving a bitter smile as he stared at the hickeys that marred his throat. His once bottle green eyes were now dulled to an ugly moss color and bloodshot from all the liquor he had drunk the night before. He turned away from the disappointment called his face and turned the shower on to the hottest temperature. His mind scrambled trying to remember last night's event.
He remembered that he had gone to a Gala, standing in place of his father who of course couldn't attend as always, and just like every time Adrien had gotten bored and instead went to a bar. All he could remember from that was the amount of drinks that he had and the now unknown one-night stand that was sleeping away in his bed. How many one-night stand's was it now? Most likely in the low hundreds. He shook his head and made his way into the scalding hot water giving a groan as the water nearly burned away his skin and relaxed his muscles. He loved hot showers, especially after night's like these. Heck, after so many one-night stands he still couldn't help the feeling of revulsion, that sticky feeling that he was left with, the feeling of disgust. He remembered the first time he had one, he had woken up to a girl with dark golden blonde hair and his mind reeled as he looked at her. He knew nothing of that girl, who she was, what she did, not even her damn name. He ran to the bathroom and threw up the first time and cried. His body was sticky and he smelled of sex. His skin crawled and he scrubbed his body raw and even then he couldn't get the feeling out.
Now, now in a way he was used to it. Adrien laid his head against the wall, letting the scalding hot water relax his muscles. He turned off the water and stepped out not even bothering with a towel. He opened the bathroom door and just like he thought the girl that was once in his bed was no longer there. He walked to his drawers not even caring as water dripped from his naked body onto the white carpet. He put on a pair of black boxers and was about to close the drawer when he saw it.
With a deep breath, Adrien grabbed a hold of the folded picture and shakily opened it. It showed him smiling as a young girl kissed his cheek while her arm was out to take the picture, the last picture they ever took together. The picture was already damaged from a number of times he folded and unfolded it, the top right edge of it was bent. No matter how many times he looked at the picture his eyes still watered as he stared down at it. His fingers ghosted over her face. The face that he loved so much, the face that would look up at him in adoration and love, the face that turned a lovely shade of red when he would send her a sultry grin. The face that lastly looked at him with betrayal and hurt that it made him cry.
God, how he missed her, he missed everything about her. The lovely electric blue eyes that shone with determination and confidence, the eyes that held so much emotion from love, happiness, to lust just when they stared at him. Those beautiful rose colored lips that molded perfectly against his the lips that spread into the widest of smiles to anyone. Most of all he missed her personality, her shyness, and awkwardness. While everyone knew him as Adrien Agreste, the boy or now, in this case, a young man of indescribably good looks and of greatest pedigree she had seen him as just Adrien. She loved him for him, not for the pretty face or his last name she love him as Adrien and solely as Adrien. Nothing more and nothing less.
He remembered all the fun that he would have with her, the dates. How she would love the simplest of things. She didn't need a fancy restaurant or a hundred dollar gifts, she just wanted him. He loved her so much, he wanted to live the rest of his life with her, but of course like everything his father had to ruin it. That was a day he would never forget, all the events that happened that day was engraved into his mind. It appeared all the time, in his dreams, thoughts, photoshoots. Everywhere that day followed him around like a ghost and frankly he deserved it.
His father had refused his relationship with her. Him, Adrien Agreste to marry a commoner girl was scandalous! Forbidden! He was to marry a girl of high caliber, not some sleazy worthless girl. He pleaded with his father, for once in his life, Adrien sank to his knees pleading his father to allow him this one thing. To allow his happiness to be with him, but as always his father refused and as always his word was absolute. He recalled as those words slipped through his lips as he stared at her. He remembered the way her eyes watered as she caught him in bed with another. The way he laughed scornfully in her face as she cried. He remembered the way those eyes looked up at him, god, he would never forget those eyes. Finally, she ran her broken sobs echoing in his ears as turned away from him. He wanted to reach out, he wanted to get on his knees and tell her the truth, but he didn't. He watched her retreating form even after she disappeared. He had arranged the whole thing, from the moment she woke up to the moment she would catch him in "bed" with another woman. He'd done it for her, the threats his father told him were no longer threats they were becoming true. He'd done it to protect her.
The walk home was a blur, he walked into that empty house and for the first time, his father stood at the top of the steps, the aura of arrogance wrapping around him. Adrien slowly looked up at him and he never thought he could hate his father any more than what he did. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at the smug bastard like smile that was on his father's face.
"Well done Adrien." Was all the he said before he left, in that moment, Adrien broke. His father praised him for breaking the heart of the one he loved most. Adrien fell to his knees and screamed. He screamed like a madman tears running down his face as his screamed his throat raw. His heart was in indescribable pain. It was as if someone had ripped it out of his chest with a hot knife and was just cutting it over and over as it was inside him. He banged his fists on the ground before he got up and destroyed the entrance of his house. He threw punches, threw plates, destroyed lamps and tables all the while screaming in rage. By the time, he was done the once impeccable entrance was a bloody destroyed mess. In that moment, Adrien stopped feeling. He walked to his room, sat on his bed and stared, and stayed like that for an entire week. He was nothing, he had nothing. The one thing that made it worth living was her, but now he had nothing. After a week of nothing his best friend Nino appeared, and once Adrien saw him he broke once again for he had told him the news that his happiness was gone. She had fled Paris without the contact of anyone. She just disappeared and left without a trace and he knew that he would never, ever get his happiness nor his light back again. His father ordered him to attend his daily activities once again as if nothing happened and like always Adrien listened. He buried himself in his work.
That happened five years ago, and to date, his heart still hurt.
"Adrien?" Adrien looked up from his pictures and looked at who entered his room.
"What is it, Natalie?" He sighed as he looked at her.
"Your schedule for today," She whispered as she handed him the folder. He quickly took it going over the days events only to pause since she was still there.
"Anything else?" He asked as he stared at her.
"Your father said to stop with your childish antics and to get your act together he be-"
"You would think that after moving out of that damn prison and living on my own it would get him to leave me alone." Adrien snarled as she looked at him.
"It's your fa-"
"Well you can tell my father to kindly get the hell out of my life, and if that is all you may leave." Adrien hissed and with a quick nervous bow Natalie turned and walked out. Adrien threw the folder to the ground before he walked to his bed throwing himself on it. Now he remembered why he had all those one-night stands, as must as he hated the feeling the next day the face of his father always satisfied him Every time the paparazzi shot a picture of him with another girl was wonderful. His father's angered voice was music to his ears. Even if he wanted to his father couldn't kick him out of his company, the company would plummet without the handsome face of Adrien Agreste. With a laugh, Adrien got up from his bed quickly throwing on his clothes and grabbing a hold of his folder. He walked out of his door, but quicky grabbed an orange juice and bottle of gin. What can he say? This was his "after a one-night stand breakfast". With a sigh, Adrien closed the door to his apartment and gave a long sigh and plastered on a fake smile.
Ever since that day Adrien lost his smile, and he wondered if he would ever be able to smile truthfully once again.