Love Square - One Shots

Can I Keep You? [Never met AU - Adrienette]

"Come on Marinette, put on that sexy dress you bought the other week and get back in the field. You're gorgeous and young, and - well - I kind of need a wingman."

Alya sat down on Marinette's bed and stared at her best friend who was currently sewing up her latest design. Marinette had one week until her final creation needed to be handed in for grading and even though it was complete she'd decided to make additional accessories to go with it, and by additional accessories she meant twelve.

"No, Alya. You know I want to concentrate on my work for a while. After the whole thing with Rick I want to stay away from the male species."

Rick the prick had completely destroyed Marinette's ideals about love and romance. After one month of being the world's greatest Romeo and sweeping her off her feet, she'd soon dumped his ass after a night where she was tied to his bed, blindfolded (yes, she thought this was kinky at first too) and beaten. When she'd turned up to patrol the following day Chat was ready to go cataclysm the guys dick off, with Alya, aka Rena Rouge, followed in tow ready to shove her flute where the sun doesn't shine.

Marinette hadn't had much luck in relationships. Not since the only one that mattered, at the precious age of fourteen, crumbled before it started. After all, superheroes had trouble keeping a steady schedule. So here she was, six months later, single and proud. Rick had been a mistake, a big mistake. She was embarrassed to say that the reason she was with him was how much he reminded her of Chat, of her wonderful, beautiful, loyal partner.

She knew Chat was in a relationship at the time and she really had thought it was her, that she had found him in civilian form. Big mistake. That night a year ago had changed her, and she'd never felt comfortable in a males presence since, disregarding her superhero friends.

"Please Marinette," Alya begged, "I'm meeting the guy from that dating app and I need someone there in case he's a weirdo. You're a superhero, you'll protect me."

Marinette scoffed, she couldn't even protect herself.

"Are you forgetting you're a fully fledged superhero too?"

"Yeah, but Rena is nothing compared to Ladybug. Come on girl, you've been hiding in here for almost a year now. It's time to get back on the saddle and find a guy to ride like a horse."

Marinette laughed through her nose, turning off her sewing machine and placing the fourth scarf she'd made to one side. She turned to Alya and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine," her eyes rolled, "but any freak comes near me and I'm out of there."

Alya sprung out her chair and wrapped her arms around Marinette.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said, clutching her friend hard. Marinette sighed and wondered why she'd agreed to this. But Alya was right, it had been a year since she'd left the confines of her dorm room for more than an akuma attack, meal at her parents and late night patrol's without her partner. Maybe it was time to get back in the saddle.

••••••

Adrien straightened his shirt as he tucked it into his jeans. His very narrow, tight fitting jeans. It had been a year since he'd left the mansion for more than akuma attacks, university and solo patrols, and with his father being unveiled as Hawkmoth, who could blame him. Not only that, he'd been stuck in a six month long one night stand with Chloé Bourgeois.

Yes, he'd slept with Chloé, he was drunk and needed to let off some steam. His father had revealed himself to Chat Noir and Adrien needed to drown his sorrows. It just so happened he'd drowned them in the Grand Hotel, told Chloé he loved her (he meant it purely platonic) and she'd make a declaration. A declaration he'd never forget. It was wonderful. All about him, his personality, his looks, his kind, caring attitude - well, he was a red blooded male and flattered. So he went with her to her room and they fucked, he fucked the one person left who he thought loved him for him, only to find out the next morning Chloé had repeated a speech Ladybug had made about her partner. About her partner who had seemed to have gone awol.