Hi everyone,

So this chapter is based on an idea given to me by Haoyoh Asakura, I hope you enjoy it.

By the way if you see any mistakes please tell me so. English is not my first language and I'm doing the best I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own miraculous

Alice had always been against Adrien being a model if it had been up to her no one in her family would be even close to the media. She was a small-town girl whose biggest aspiration was to make her husband pay attention to their family, she could not stand the everlasting presence of cameras buzzing around her. Truth be told, she had never been really happy about Gabriel's career choice. To her, fashion was a waste of time. But it was the passion of the man she loved, and she had always been drowned by his ambition. So, she let him be.

But she drew the line at using their children to make money. For goodness sake, the boy was only nine years old. He was supposed to be playing and goofing around with his friends, not working. Plus, a model's life came with alimentary restriction as well. She couldn't let her gourmand son be tortured that way. She could already picture the longing look with which he would look at her homemade cookies. Those treats were the only thing that still connected him to the place he was born in since they moved to Paris.

She and Gabriel had been arguing about this non-stop for over a week. The kids were so scared of their 'little fight' they would not come out of their room if they were home. And that hurt.

"Gabriel, you barely know the kids. How can you know about what's best for them?" she screamed exasperated.

"You want to talk about not being there for the kids? You disappear every few weeks. You're never there either." That cut deep. She knew she was rarely there, but she tried to make the most of the time she had with the kids. She didn't bluntly ignore them, It was just that she had a mission that went farther than anything else. The world's faith was in her hands." I'm offering them a chance for success, a future. What would your simple life give them?"

"How about happiness and the chance to be normal, make friends, to have a freaking present?" she retorted. "They're not objects Gabriel, they are persons. You can't just use them as you please and then throw them away. It's not fair. You know the kids would do anything to please and get your attention. They will agree to this even if they don't really want to. And if they can't make the right choice for their sanity and well-being, I will. "

"You're just saying that because the kids are going to be on my side and you can't stand to lose. You're too selfish to let our kids live their dreams´. Just because you can't adapt to life here. You're against all of this. It's not about the modeling. The problem is you want to go back to that shitty house in the country. Why don't you get it already? This is our life now, and the future holds even more success. In no time, we will be leaving in the mansion on the Champs Elysées. And I won't let you ruin this for me."

"That is my entire point, this is all about you! Not about the kids! You never cared for them! If you did you would understand you took their life away from them without their consent. You ruined this family. I know you never wanted kids but you could do a little effort, every once in a while. I swear I'm surprised you even know their names. And Adrien is. Not. Modeling." Said the wife, pronouncing every syllable carefully. Saying the last bit seemed a little forced but she wasn't about to have that conversation again. There was something more important at bay. She would protect her sons with her last breath if it came to that.

"Well, if you don't like how I handle things, you are welcomed to leave. Trust me, we're not going to miss you. It would be a relief!" Gabriel lamented the words the second after they came out of his mouth. He didn't want Alice to leave, he loved her. But sometimes love isn't enough. "Alice…. I…" he tried to apologies.

"Fine, you want me to leave? that's okay but I'm taking the kids with me. And if I have to go to a court I will." She interrupted with tears in her eyes.

She then proceeded to leave the room and fetch the kids. Gabriel didn't even try to stop her. He knew if he did Hell would be unlashed. At the beginning the little boys were wary about leaving but when their Mother presented it as a vacation Adrien jumped into the chance and Felix had no other option that following his brother.

Adrien came back at dawn. He had never been out so early in the morning. To his surprise, he wasn't the only one awake in the mansion. His father's office light was on. Still in his Chat Noir's costume he peered down the window, intrigued. The object of his attention was working on something he couldn't quite make up. Surely it was a new design. It was always a new design.

He was about to leave when the fashion designer stood up and left. It was purely instinct that pushed to enter the room and inspect the drawing. Upon close examination, he noticed the paper was dedicated to clothes. Instead, a beautiful picture of Alice was engraved in the soft paper. She was as beautiful as she was in Adrien's memory. The only thing that seemed out of place was the peacock pin drawn next to her. He had never seen it before.

He traced her shape and smiled halfheartedly, thinking about what she would say if she could see him now. She would probably be disappointed on him for giving in to his father's requests. She was always one to stand up for herself and her children. He now realized she had been right all along. His home life had become miserable.

His ring chose that moment to beep loudly. Plagg was running out of energy. He took the drawing and ran to his room. As soon as the door was closed he transformed back and the kwami fell exhausted in his cupped hands. He immediately fetched him some cheese and the black creature was reanimated. After which he fell on his bed, fast asleep.

He woke up to a loud pounding on his door. Groggily, he opened his eyes and stared at his alarm clock. It was already nine o'clock. He was late for school…. Wait, he wasn't. School was over. At least for him. He went to open the door when his eyes fell on his father's drawing. Had he thought it was his father outside he would've hid it. But it was clear by the sound that it was only Natalie. She was most certainly awaiting him to give him his schedule.

He was about to turn the doorknob when realization hit him. His mother wouldn't have wanted him to do what the other expected. She never wanted him to model or take private lessons. She would hate to see him responding to a planning. It was about time he started standing up to his father. Chat Noir had done it, why his normal self couldn't. So instead of opening he put the safety and went instead to the TV that constantly on the news channel. After a while the pounding stopped. "Adrien! Come out! You're already late" stated the business assistant trying to disclose the door. Adrien just ignored her. There was some more shouting and banging but he didn't budge. Eventually the woman went away making Adrien smile widely. Round one went to him.

It was only after a couple of minutes he realized that she could've gone get the key to take him out by force. He looked around for a solution. Bingo. He pushed his desk to lock the door. Even the gorilla couldn't get threw that barricade.

After a couple of hours, he heard his father's controlled voice over the constant buzzing of the news. "Adrien come out this instant". The icy voice almost made him give in but he refused. No. he was going to do this. He composed himself and responded in the same calm voice" No. if you won't let me leave my own life I shall not let you control my time any longer."

"Adrien this little caprice has gone far enough. You're supposed to be at a photoshoot. So, stop this nonsense and come here." By the end of his father's little tirade his voice was trembling ever so slightly with annoyance. He smiled at the unexpected victory. It was only then that a plan came to his mind. He was getting his life back and fuck anyone who didn't like it.

"If you won't let me go to school, I won't let you use me as a model. Is simple. But I'm sure we can get to an agreement."

"Adrien Agreste, I'm warning you. Come. Open. This. Door. Now. You won't get what you want. Especially not this way. Stop acting like a spoiled child and come out." His son just ignored him. he had every chance to lose but he wasn't going to drop the towel because of a fifteen-year-old boy. Much less if said boy was his own blood. This all came from Alice. She had messed up the kids, making them think discipline was optional. He had tried to set them back on track and thought he succeeded. Apparently not.

"I already told you how to make me come out. Is the only way." Stated the teenager placidly starching his legs in his couch. He had already won. His words were followed by a dreadful silence. Then a sigh.

"Fine. You can go back to your school. But come out. Now."

Adrien complied happily.