Miraculous Ladybug: One Shots

Catwalks Are For The Lonely

SONG OF THE SHOT:
Fashionista - Jimmy James

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Adrien sat at his spacious vanity backstage. Illuminated lightbulbs shone into his flawless face. Thick coats of foundation were airbrushed on his skin, choking the pores closed. Not trusting his nerve shaken posterity, Adrien took a swig from his flask. Wincing at the gross mixture of whatever was leftover from his father's liquor cabinet.

There was one point in which he had a modeling partner. Both wore quite elaborate disguises to intrigue mystery from onlookers. At the point of their creation, the personal relations team, of Gabriel Agreste's, thought it best to keep their two top models identities a secret. Ladybug and Chat Noir were the names given to Adrien and his beautiful female counterpart. Realism was apparently vital to Mr. Agreste, as he urged the duo to keep their real names under wraps, even from their partner. It annoyed him how his very father knew Ladybug's real name when he himself had no clue.

Chat Noir had tragically fallen in love with Ladybug and all of her boldness. She really knew how to put her foot down and when to stick up for others.

There was one time in which a commissioned, albeit college aged and highly immature, photographer opted to hire the pair and have them pose tangled together in the nude. Once Ladybug figured out his plan, she grew annoyed, hot headedly telling the guy where he could stick his camera for making such insinuations.

"We're professional models, not broke students with nothing better to do," she screeched on that day. Chat Noir still remembered how red her face grew then, forever tracing the insignificant details in his memory. He would have been just fine, but never wanted to push Ladybug too far.

It was an accident, but it happened anyway. Chat Noir's secret identity was revealed to the public during one, single careless moment. When he thought he was all alone, Chat Noir slipped the heavy leather mask off, setting it down on a nearby desk. He had been particularly stressed and failed to notice a hidden tabloid reporter standing near with a cell phone to boot. Rubbing his shaking hands over his face, the person in the background captured several pictures of Chat Noir maskless.

The entire ordeal greatly upset Ladybug. She felt that if he couldn't maintain one small aspect of their career, he couldn't remain her partner. Shattering his heart in pieces, Ladybug left, never to be seen, or heard of, again.

Alas, that was four years ago. If Ladybug was close in age to Adrien, she would be just about twenty-one. It was peculiar to think of his Lady possibly sipping a chilled lime margarita slush at the bar, in a Mexican restaurant, after a long day's work.

"Showtime in thirty seconds," the stage manager informed the swarms of models that were whirling about to ready themselves.

Today was his birthday. The big twenty-two finally arriving. And here Adrien was, performing on the runway his father set up for the first third of Adrien's birthday celebration. First, a catwalk show. Second, a doting party for obligatory "Thanks for coming's" and the ever popular "No, I don't have a girlfriend's". Lastly, a small, private get together with his closest friends in a rented out bar just across the street.

Somehow, the blonde man had managed to keep contact with most of his classmates from way back in public school. He had obeyed the commands of his father and discontinued his education past a high school diploma. This being the case, Adrien hardly made any new friendships with others, not that he was given ample opportunity.