Love Square - One Shots

Eight Years In The Making

Five thirty on a Saturday evening and Adrien was in a place he didn't want to be and dressed up in a stuffy suit which he hadn't worn in years. He'd had to get a new one for the occasion, his recent trips to the gym bulking him out and causing his old suit jacket to strain.

Adrien hated coming to these fucking things, and you'd think after being out the country for eight years he would have been forgotten by now. Adrien Agreste, ex-supermodel, now a 'who knows what?'

Nobody knew what he did, he'd pretty much managed to leave without a trace, falling off the grid as he left Paris and the appalling life he was living under his fathers wing.

He liked being a nobody, it allowed him to live his life his way!

But low and behold, the first time he's back in Paris in eight years and straight back to the life he thought he'd left behind. Gabriel had gloated, thinking he was the reason Adrien was back, the reason he had to attend this godforsaken gala. The older man had attempted to use emotional blackmail related to his mother, hitting the weak spot Adrien had for the past eight years.

Yes, his mother was alive once more thanks to Ladybug, but it was Gabriel's fault everything had gone down the way it did. He fucking hated his father, the guy could crash and burn for all he cared, but he'd never turn on Emilie, he'd never say no to his mother.

His mother, who was seven months pregnant with his sister.

A sister.

He was 26 years old and was about to become a big brother. He would have laughed, if it was someone else's life. The day he'd found out was the day he decided he would be returning to Paris. His mother was five months pregnant at the time and there was no way he would allow Gabriel to parent his sibling that way he had him.

He'd warned his father, one foot out of place and he would do everything in his power to get his mother and sister away from him, and Gabriel knew not to challenge him. Not to challenge a superhero who'd already taken him down once before.

His father and Lila...both reasons he ran from Paris and his fucked up life there. Her lies had destroyed so much he had to go. He had to get out of here and away from this . He'd pretty much lost contact with everyone, he hadn't even bothered keeping up to date with the news. All he knew was Lila had his father by the balls, and that she would continue to squeeze until she had everything she wanted, including him.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in?" Adrien spun around coming eye to eye with Chloé Bourgeois...a much older and bigger chested Chloé Bourgeois. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her into a hug and greeting for the first time in...

"What has it been?" Adrien asked. "Eight years?"

Chloé laughed, a fake chortle at best, and placed a hand on Adrien's arm. "Yes, my dear, and I must say you look edible in that tuxedo. Tell me? What does a girl need to do to get inside those pants?" Her hand trailed up his arm, coming to rest on his shoulder.

He pushed it away and took a step back into more of a comfortable zone. He didn't want anyone touching him tonight, he was long past allowing people to do whatever they pleased with him.

"Not going to happen, Chlo." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice as she looked at him with an attempt at raising her eyebrow. How much botox had this woman had?

"Your loss then, Adrikins. I won't be waiting around for you forever." Stepping forward she attempted to place a kiss on his cheek, only not realising the change in his height from their school days and landing her lips firmly on his chin. "See you around."