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Marinette has everything she could ever want, her commissions are doing amazing, because of Jagged’s upcoming tour, she’s dating her dream boy, they have a nice apartment near the center of Paris, and best of all Hawkmoth is defeated.
“Hi, my Lady,” Adrien purrs, entering the apartment. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good, just lots of work,” Marinette yawn, putting her pencil down. She stands up and wraps her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Did your dad have you modeling with girls again today?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You reek of desperation,” Marinette giggles, walking into the kitchen. “Are you staying for dinner tonight or do you have another meeting?”
“I have a meeting for an upcoming shoot that’s out of the country,” Adrien says, walking down the hall to get changed. “I should be home by eleven.” He says, fixing his collar as he appears from down the hall.
“That’s a long meeting, don’t die of boredom,” Marinette giggles, earning her a chuckle from Adrien.
“Trust me, I won’t die,” Adrien says, kissing her forehead before rushing out of the apartment.
“Umm… goodbye,” Marinette says, the slamming door echoing through the apartment. She was once again left to work in the deafening silence of their apartment. She sighs before going to continue her work. It was an hour or two later when she was disturbed by her ring tone.
“Hello?” Marinette greets, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder as she continues to sew.
“Hello, my little fairy!” Her grandma’s cheerful voice rings through her phone filling her work area.
“Hi, nonna, where are you this week?” Marinette asks, putting her stuff down, deciding now was the perfect time to take a break.
“I’m outside of Italy, I’m heading to see your parents real soon, so I’ll be able to see you as well if your commission doesn’t take too much time up,” Gina says.
“Nonna, I will always make time for you,” Marinette giggles.
“What’re you doing right now?”
“I’m warming up some dinner.”
“Ooh does that mean I get to say hello to my little fairies boyfriend?”
“No, nonna he’s at a meeting right now, I’ll let him know you said hi, ok?”
“Of course, well enjoy your dinner, I just wanted to say hello,” Nonna says.
“Bye love you, Nonna!”
“Bye-bye.” Marinette hangs up and turns on the t.v. to watch whatever’s on. She sighs and eats her food in silence. She gets annoyed and just leaves her food and lays down. She hears Adrien stumble into their room about an hour or two later.
She sits up, “How was the meeting?” she asks with a yawn.
“Ahhh yeah, yeah that was great,” Adrien chuckles, swaying as he enters the room.
“Are you drunk?” Marinette asks, sitting up.
“No… no no I’m just a bit tipsy,” Adrien says, attempting to pull his shirt, but almost fall over in the process.
“Your father saw you like this and you made it back here?” Marinette asks, standing up. She helps him undress. “Go take a shower. I’ll bring you some water, food, and medicine.”
“Thank you, Princesssss you’re so good to me,” Adrien says in a sing-song voice.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, just go wash yourself,” Marinette sighs. He gets out of the shower fifteen minutes later all dressed. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Marinette,” he says, plopping down on the couch, he runs his temples before running a hand through his still-wet hair.
“This is the third time this week,” Marinette sighs, putting her head on his shoulder.
“I know, I know I’m sorry, it’s just these meetings have been getting to me,” Adrien says, taking a bite from his sandwich.
“It’s only Wednesday, and the only reason you didn’t drink on Sunday was because we had family dinner, are you ok?”
“The meetings have just been long and boring,” Adrien says.
“And the easiest thing is to drink?”
“Makes listening to my father more bearable,” Adrien shrugs. “Well, I’m going to go pass out.”
“It’s fine, I’ll just put this away, night,” Marinette sighs as he disappears into their bedroom. For third time this week alone, she left to clean up after him. She puts the plate and glass away, she picks up his clothes from the bathroom and puts them into their room. She heads back to the living room to turn off the lights but was distracted by a call from Adrien’s phone.
“Umm hello?” Marinette asks, picking up the phone to see who the number was as it wasn’t saved in Adrien’s phone.
“Hi, I just wanted to make sure that Adrien made it home alright,” A feminine voice comes from the line.
“Who is this?” Marinette asks, fully awake now.
“Oh you’re his girlfriend, right?”
“Yes, this is she, who are you?” Marinette asks, pacing around the living room a bit.
“I’m one of the model for an upcoming photoshoot, he was drunk and I wanted to make sure he got home safe,” the voice said.
“Umm ok, well, he’s home safe and is asleep, good night,” Marinette says, hanging up quickly. She knew she should trust Adrien, she trusts him with her life. She couldn’t sleep that much that night, her thoughts kept her up. She trusts him but she doesn’t really trust the other models. She tries to give the models the benefit of the doubt because not everyone has bad intentions. She decides instead of sleeping, because there was no use, to work on her commissions.
Adrien walks into the living room in the early hours of the morning as she was finishing one of the outfits. “Good morning, how’s your hangover?”
“Ah! What are you doing up this early in the morning?” Adrien yawn, rubbing his eyes. He starts brewing a pot of coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep so I’m working on Uncle Jagged’s commissions,” Marinette shrugs, putting her work down. “You got a call last night after you passed out.”
“From who?” Adrien yawns, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.
“I didn’t catch her name, it was the model from your meeting last night,” Marinette says, standing up to grabbing her own mug.
“Did she say what she wanted?” Adrien mutters, pouring himself a cup.
“No, she was just making sure you got home safe because you were a bit drunk. Oh, by the way, Nonna called last night. She said hi, and she also said she’s going to be in Paris next week so we’re going to have dinner with her,” Marinette says, pouring her own cup of coffee.
It was another week and another couple nights of Adrien coming home drunk. She hated how much he drank, she’s tried to help him but he’s never listened.
“Adrien, just remember we’re going to my parent’s house because my Nonna is in Paris,” Marinette says, putting on her clothes, she has a meeting about a commission in the early afternoon.
“Yeah, of course,” Adrien mutters, getting dressed for work. A couple of minutes after Adrien left, she throws up the little she had eaten for breakfast. She had been feeling nauseous recently, she chalks it up to stress of commissions and a drunk Adrien before brushing her teeth. She later grabs her sketchbook and swatches of fabric. She sighs, and even though she feels sick, she continues to go on about her day.