Adrien stood backstage and let people fuss over him. He rolled his eyes and Nathalie gave him a look. He gave her his fake model smile and she nodded with approval.
"You have five minutes till you walk, Monsieur Agreste." The makeup artist smiled, as she dusted powder onto his face.
All he wanted to do was tattoo someone at that moment or see Marinette. He didn't want to be walking down some catwalk for his father's new summer designs.
He groaned, as a man from wardrobe suddenly ran over and began to roll his sleeves just right and fuss with his clothing.
His father walked over to him and his lips parted and he straightened up. He looked into his father's steel eyes and serious expression.
"Walk with confidence, smile perfectly, one hand in your right pocket, and by all means… don't embarrass me and my brand." Gabriel held his hands behind his back and watched his son's eyes.
"Yes… father." Adrien sighed and gave in to what his father wanted.
"Good." He walked away without another word to watch his show unfold.
Often by Weeknd began to play over the speakers and Adrien took a deep breath and slid his right hand into his pocket and turned out one foot. He put on his perfect model smile with a hint of smulder in his eyes.
He stood and waited for all of the other models to walk before him. He was always last at his father's shows. Always, the main attraction. He hated it and wanted nothing to do with it.
"You're up!" Nathalie held a tablet in her hands and signaled for Adrien to walk.
Adrien sighed and began to walk down the catwalk with a smirk and a dark expression in his eyes to go with the song. Cameras flashed and people talked and leaned over to the people beside them.
He stopped at the end and popped his hip out slightly with a killer smile and brushed his hand through his hair. Camera lights exploded on his skin and he kept his smile perfectly on his face and turned to different angles, before winking and walked back up the catwalk and behind the black curtain.
"Perfect." Gabriel approved of him and Adrien sighed and walked past him to get changed for the next walk.
"Isn't my son perfect, Nathalie?" Gabriel leaned over and whispered to Nathalie.
"Yes, Monsieur. The very definition." Nathalie's expression was serious and unmoving.
"Well, almost perfect." Gabriel's face fell and he clenched his teeth.
"Yes, monsieur." Nathalie agreed with slumped shoulders.
Adrien stood in the next ensemble. It was an all white outfit. White shorts, white loose fit button down shirt with rolled sleeves, and white slip on canvas tennis shoes. He sighed, as they messed with his hair and made it look like he had been in the ocean.
Plagg snarled in his head and Adrien pushed him back. Knock it off. I don't like this any more than you do! Plagg scoffed and turned away from him, gnawing on something. Adrien rolled his eyes.
"Ready." Nathalie held the earpiece closer to her ear and spoke. "Sending Adrien."
Adrien sighed and rotated his shoulders. Nathalie by Bruno Mars began to play.
"You're out first." Nathalie pushed him by his shoulder and he rolled his eyes and gave his pretty smile.
He walked down the catwalk with a smile and winked from one side to the other and cameras flashed. He stopped at the end and posed, before blowing a kiss with a wink. People screamed and whistled and he turned and walked back up it.
Adrien was thrown out of the clothes he was wearing and into new ones within moments. A makeup artist freshened his makeup. Adrien looked over his left arm to make sure his foundation was still okay and it was.
The show felt like it lasted hours and by the end of it, he was exhausted. He just wanted to go home and call Marinette. Adrien slid into his white 1964 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe. He started it up and it purred to life. Black Smoke Rising by Greta Van Fleet blasted from his speakers and he shifted and sped off towards his apartment.
Marinette sat at her sewing machine, working on a scarlet wedding dress for a customer. Alya knocked on her door frame and leaned on it.
"Come in." Marinette looked over her shoulder and back stitched to knot the end of the two pieces of fabric together.
"You're not seeing Chat or Adrien today? I heard he finished up his fashion show, just now." Alya sat on her best friend's bed and smirked.
Marinette's television was on and playing it. She gestured towards it. Alya rolled her eyes and heard a knock on their door.
"Nino?" Marinette raised an eyebrow at her.
"No, he had DJing to do." Alya shrugged and got up off of the bed.
She opened the front door and a breathless Adrien stumbled into their apartment.
"Hide me." He held his white collar up around his face and looked through messy blonde hair.
"Well, this is random." Alya smirked at him. "Why are you running?"
"I stopped to fill my tank with gas and a crowd of fans attacked me. Your place was the closest I could get to." Adrien leaned over his knees and caught his breath.
"I thought you never were at the places that you'd be expected to be." Marinette leaned on a wall in the hallway and crossed her arms across her chest.
Adrien's face fell and appeared unamused. "I have to get gas at some point, Bug."
Marinette burst out laughing. "Come in." She waved him inside and Alya shut the door behind him with a giggle.
"How was your fashion show?" Alya sat on their couch and turned the television to the channel that was playing it.
Adrien cringed at the sight of it. "Do you have to watch it?"
"I think you looked great." Marinette smiled up him with dazzling eyes.
Adrien groaned and flopped down onto their couch and rubbed his eyes with his fingers and laid his arm across the back of the couch. "Yeah, and now I can't go home and I left my car at a gas station." He pulled his phone out to text Nathalie to have someone run by and grab it for him.
"So, become Chat. We have a shower." Alya pointed out with a matter-a-factly sounding voice.
Adrien bit his lip, as it hit him. "You're right. Except I don't have my black gauges or a change of clothes."
Alya looked at him and shook her head. "You are really… dense aren't you."
Adrien jumped back at her comment, insulted. "What do you mean by that?"
Alya sighed and flung her hand out towards a shy Marinette. She was rubbing her upper arm and peering at him through her side swept bangs.
"A black t-shirt isn't too difficult and I have denim fabric to make jeans…" Marinette quietly spoke and Adrien smacked himself in the forehead.
"I'm an idiot." He sighed and slumped further into the couch.
"Yep." Alya opened a magazine that had been next to her and raised her eyebrows.
Adrien shook his head with a chuckle at her comment.
"I just need your measurements." Marinette fidgeted.
Alya set the magazine down and shoved his shoulder. "Will you just put that girl out of her misery and go fuck her."
"ALYA! That's not what I meant!" Marinette blushed a deep rose and flung her fists down at her hips.
Alya looked over her shoulder with a smirk. "But you were thinking about it."
"ALYA…." Marinette groaned and looked up to the ceiling and Adrien chuckled.
"I could service a bug for her help." Adrien shrugged and stood up from the couch.
"Hold on, Kitty Chat. I just want to get your measurements." Marinette held him back by his chest, as he leaned into her for a kiss.
"You don't wanna have some fun at the same time?" He purred in her ear with a dark smile.
"Sewing you an outfit will do, thanks." Marinette smiled at him and peered through her long dark lashes.
Adrien groaned and followed her into her bedroom. Alya laughed at them and picked up her magazine again.
Songs:
Often by The Weeknd
Nathalie by Bruno Mars
Black Smoke Rising by Greta Van Fleet