Miraculous OneShots

I Don't Dance

So... This one-shot will be complete fluff, maybe some sexual tension, depending on how you view it. This is Adrienette AU where there isn't superhero's but there is a dance thing/club. I got inspiration by listening to the song called I Don't Dance by Lee Brice and the new Miraculous Fanfic on Wattpad with edendaphne and midnight_starry called When Duty and Desire Meet. Some things may sound similar but I am not copying it word from word.

Hope you all enjoy this short-ish one-shot ^-^

Thank you for reading and have a miraculous morning/day/evening/night!

Little over 1,600 words

Marienette hummed along to the song she was dancing to, getting all the perfects and goods on her screen. She looked over at the guy next to her which was just about as good as she was, but not good enough to beat her. When the song ended, Marienette's score was just a few more hundred points than the second player. The guy huffed and walked away, having an angry expression on his face as his knuckles whitened.

"And that's all for tonight, you dancing machines! Give it up for our unbeatable champion, Marienette Dupian-Cheng!" The DJ, Nino, yelled into the microphone. The crowd cheered for Marienette as always, knowing that she was going to win, no matter what.

Marienette walked off the mat, out of breath but smiling softly after beating the guy who challenged her just a few minutes ago. Since she was the star player, everyone wanted a chance to beat her but, no one has succeeded yet. She grabbed her towel and her water bottle, taking a sip of the cold drink and dabbing her face with her towel, collecting her glistening sweat and sitting on the nearest bench, resting her eyes.

Everyone was out of the club when Marienette looked around, seeing the same blonde-haired male that always stayed for a few more minutes. No one really knew him, besides being Gabriel Agreste's son, one of the famous fashion designers of all of Paris. He was the model for the company.

Every fangirl was on him, left and right, asking for pictures and autographs whenever he would enter the place. The male would always smile and say yes, knowing that if would be rude for him to say no. Sometimes, some girls would slip their phone numbers in his pocket but he'd always throw them away when no one was looking. Often times, girls would try and kiss him he'd allow it, only if they asked first, and if they were over 18 since he was 23.

But whenever he'd enter the club, he'd sit a watch, not even dance. It was always on Marienette's mind of why he would do that. Was it because he just liked to watch the girls dance, trying to impress him? Or was he just simply killing his free time, if he'd had any? Or was it something else that Marienette didn't think of?

She rolled her shoulders back, standing up straight with a smile on her face, lifting her chin slighting as she walked over to him. "Hello." She tilted her head to the side a little, keeping her warm smile spread across her face.

Adrien looked up from his phone, flashing his infamous grin as he stood up. "Hello, Champion. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I've got a question for you, model boy. Why do you always sit and watch? I don't think I've ever seen you dance."

"That's because I don't dance, Champion, but I enjoy seeing people being happy and being free-spirited. And it's nice to watch after a long, hard day of working." Adrien continued his grin, propping his hand on the wall.