Cry Baby [ Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir X Reader ]

Ninth: Soap

  Black, black, black, and... More black. Jeez, it was like Mr. Agreste was converting (Y/N) into a vampire for the next campaign.

Currently, she was in a dressing room, preparing for her next photoshoot. Nathalie and her stylist were with her, fixing her hair, curling it by the tips. The whole time she was being 'beautified', she pouted.

This season, she was representing Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion collection; and they were all in black. The jackers, the jeans, the shoes: Every. Single. One.

It wasn't that she disliked the color. No, (Y/N) was quite fond of it. She wasn't picky with the outfits Mr. Agreste required for her to wear, especially not with the colors. But black ​​​evoked a trigger warning: Chat Noir.

It's been a while since she last talked to the superhero, and she knew that he was aware of her occupation as a model. Judging by his attitude, once he'd get a glimpse of her wearing his signature color, he's start teasing her relentlessly.

And the only way to avoid that from happening, was never to communicate with him. 'Or think about him.'

At least the silver 'G' logo provided her less reminders of him.

She took in her surroundings for the first time in an attempt to rid Chat Noir of her thoughts. Hm, she had to admit, the place looked pretty impressive. Not bad. Not bad at all. Still... She felt like she was missing a piece of information. What was it?

"You'll be posing at the Bourgeois Lorve Hotel today, Miss (L/N)," Nathalie said, as serious as ever. She pushed up with glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Is that alright with you?"

(Y/N) snorted. Her stylist then dabbed pink lipstick on her. "Uh-huh. Why wouldn't I be?"

Nathalie shot her a disapproving look. "Miss (L/N), Chloé Bourgeois will be within the premises. I assume you are still not in good terms with her?"

'Shit. Not that whiny bitch again.' (Y/N) rolled her (E/C) eyes, clamping down the negativity the very name of the spoiled brat brought her.

"So? Why should I care?"

Mr. Agreste's assistant cleared her throat. "She wishes to have an audience with you."

Chloé? Wanting an audience with her? (Y/N) almost burst out laughing. "That's rich! What else does she want, an autograph?" She smirked, waving a dismissive hand before Nathalie could say anything else, "No thanks- I'm booked."

"Be professional about this," Nathalie said. "It's for the good of your modelling career, and for the good of the company."

"Tell me," (Y/N) slightly turned in her seat to face her, crossing one leg over the other, "What part of Chloé brings any good to anything? To anyone?" her voice was laced with so much venom, Nathalie almost recoiled.

There was a beeping noise. (Y/N) fished out her cellphone out of her pocket as she felt it vibrate against her dark skinny jeans. It was a text, from none other than Adrien. A smile graced her lips, melting away whatever anger she reminiscenced about Chloé's nonsense. She tapped the screen to read the message, but suddenly- a video broadcast appeared on her phone.

Lady WiFi!

"Who is Ladybug?" She asked, "Is she a super hero or a super weirdo? How can we trust the girl when we have no idea who she really is?" She stepped aside to reveal the heroine in red, her arms locked. "We have the right to know!" Lady WiFi declared, grabbing Ladybug's chin.

(Y/N) hummed. 'She does have a point,' anticipation tickled her when Lady WiFi tugged on Ladybug's mask. This was her chance to know who her Adrien was in love with, behind the mask! Unconsciously, she dug her nails into her phone, chanting, cheering the villain on. (Y/N) didn't care whether she had the right to or not- She needed to know Ladybug's secret identity!

"Why doesn't it come off?!" Lady WiFi cried, peeling her hands off the mask. (Y/N) own grip on her device loosened.

"Uh... Because it's magic?" Ladybug cleverly reasoned. Crap, guess she wasn't going to give up her identity any time soon.

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. Chat Noir appeared, "You're out of minutes, Lady WiFi," he declared smoothly. With that one line, (Y/N) turned off her phone, shoving it in the depths of her abyss of a bag.

She stood up, turning to Nathalie, who was waiting for her, "Let's get the photoshoot over with before I completely lose my appetite."


After the photoshoot, at night, (Y/N) met up with Adrien. Coincidentally, he was just outside the hotel, somehow. Alone. 'Huh, that's weird.' (Y/N) thought. 'He's almost never out of the house without someone accompanying him. Did Gorilla bring him here?'

He walked up to her, waving, "Hey, did you get my text?"

(Y/N) shrugged, letting the matter slide for now. "Yeah, I read it before the photographer showed up to scold me," she grinned, "'Good Luck', huh? That's such a Ladybug thing to say~" she teased.

Seeing Adrien blush, her heart sank; and instantly she wished she never said that. "So how was everything? You didn't bump into Chloé, did you?"

"On the contrary, I've been trying to avoid her the whole evening," they began trudging back into the hotel; Adrien was escorting her into her designated room, "I'll try keeping it up as long as this campaign's ongoing. You think you'll be okay at home?"

"Trust me, your absence will affect me very much," Adrien said, his sad undertone from before returning, "But not that much," -and a second later, it was gone, "I know that you and I will see each other again in no time."

(Y/N) nodded in agreement. Then, she remembered that Ladybug was in a pinch today- and that she was fighting crime in the exact same building she was staying in. Was that why Adrien was here? Because he heard that the Lucky Girl was?

If yes, then (Y/N) had to do it now. Now, or never.

She had to confess, lest she was willing to lose to the masked sweetheart. Breathing sharply, she forced the words out, heart pounding in her ribcage, "Riri, I- I have something to tell you," she squeaked.

He looked genuinely confused, puzzled even. "What is it, (nickname)? You can tell me anything."

Now or never.

"Riri, I... I-I l-love-" (Y/N) stuttered, feeling it coming out her throat- only to stop. A wave of pain washed over her; apprehension seething within her veins.

Fuck.

Don't get her wrong, she did intend on confessing to her best friend; a disruption caused her to stiffen.

She just had to appeared now, of all times.

A few feet away, chatting with a few people like the happiest human being in the universe, was Mrs. (L/N); Alive and well. Too well, when she deserved to be dead for intentionally abandoning her own flesh and blood.

(Y/N) abruptly tore away in disgust. Adrien grasped her arm, temporarily halting her in her tracks. "Wait, (Y/N)! Are you okay?"

"Let me go, Adrien! I'm fine!" She croaked, voice hoarse. Tears rolled down her face, and furiously, she swiped them with the sleeve of the black blazer she was sporting.

Adrien's grip tightened, then loosened as he noticed her body violently rattling. Slowly, he released her. (Y/N) bolted off into her hotel room, slamming the door behind her. She slid down against it, bawling.

That irritating voice tormented her once more: You got yourself in trouble. She swore she could sense it grin in triumph, instructing: Fill the bath with bubbles, then put the towels all away. That should do the trick to calm you down.

'Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap. God, I wish I never spoke.' subconsciously,
(Y/N) filled the bath with bubbles, like the voice told her to, leaving the faucet running. Heh, that's funny. Did her feet travel to the misty bathroom on their own?

Things are quite unfortunate for you, Alice. I bet you're sick of all the games you have to play.

Her mom ruined everything. If she wanted (Y/N) to let her under her skin, it wasn't going to happen- showing up after a ton of years wasn't going to mend their mother-daughter bond. At this point, nothing would.

She was tired of being 'Careful, tip toe'. Now her mind was muddled up like: You know what? Fuck it. She dipped her stripped off self down into the water, trying to keep the water warm.

'Why do I always spill?' (Y/N) thought as it overflowed, a lot like her words, and her untamed emotions. Desperately, she gulped, blocking her swelling sadness; she failed to.

Vaguely, she was aware of a pair of arms throwing a toaster in the bathtub, though it was hard to tell through the fog. She sank deeper in the water, wallowing in self-pity. Oddly, (Y/N) felt at peace as liquid penetrated her lungs.

Adrien didn't wince at how much force (Y/N) put into closing the door; didn't even get mad at her careless actions. He sighed, spinning around to scan for the source of her combustion. There was nothing; it must have vanished.

Plagg wriggled somewhere in his jacket, probably devouring Camembert cheess again to regain his energy. "You're not going after your delicate Princess?" He whispered. Luckily, no one else heard him.

Adrien knit his brows together, "She needs some time alone to think." Though he says that, he couldn't prevent himself from being increasingly worried.

"Well in my opinion, you should," Plagg said, sounding awfully reasonable in Adrien's ears. "You'll be shocked to know what she could do in there, alone- unguarded."

Alone. Unguarded. Adrien shuddered.

Without having any second thoughts, the blond took the little kwami's advice into account. "Come on, Plagg," Adrien urged, slipping inside a secure place where he could transform, "We're busting in there."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was slowly slipping away into oblivion. For who-knows-how-long, she lingered in the water, her (E/C) eyes shut. Her consciousness was fading rapidly.

That was, until, a certain vigilante barged in- shattering her door. "(Y/N)!" He cried, his tone unbelievably concerned. But his voice was muffled while she was underwater.

Hastily, Chat Noir pulled her out of the water, sprawling her to the cool, marble floor. (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open with an effort, though her visiom revealed mere hues. Someone had pressed his warm lips against hers, breathing hard, replenishing her oxygen.

CPR, she realized. The person was performing CPR on her to save her life.

The minutes ticked away, along with the beans on Chat Noir's ring- when finally, she was breathing again.

Violently, (Y/N) coughed in alarm, and her saviour pulled away for space. Her soul rushed back to her in the spur of the moment. She wasn't even aware that it had been detached. Suddenly the cold temperature made her shiver.

Her vision was still hazy, but she managed to mutter a 'thank you', her teeth chattering. There was a flash of light, and in unison, her vision fixed.

(Y/N) met face-to-face with Adrien Agreste, his face bestowing the exact opposite of happy; he was vexed beyond belief. (Y/N) trembled, tongue tied at the sight of him.

"R-Riri--"

"What the hell were you trying to prove, (Y/N)?!" Adrien snapped, his kind demeanor evaporating. (Y/N) attempted to calm him down, but it was to no avail, "Were you trying to end your life by committing suicide? Do you really feel that worthless?"

His words stung more than (Y/N) expected. Yet, her affection for him hadn't diminished, hadn't budged a bit despite his rant. The last thing she needed in the universe right now was the love of her life hating her. "Riri, please, I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was doing!" She pleaded. It was the truth; but it was more suitable as a lie, she supposed.

Adrien didn't relax in the slightest. "(Y/N), you know I can't risk losing you!" He said, and the déjà vu moment surprised her. "You were drowning!"

He bent down to her crouched level, his emerald green eyes softening as he gazed into her (E/C) ones. Before (Y/N) could speak, Adrien draped a fluffy white towel over her bare shoulders and, pulled her into an embrace. Nostalgia hit her like a truck. Didn't Adrien frequently hold her like this in the past, too, whenever she was upset?

Trembling, she hugged him back, soaking his clothes with her tears, and her wet naked figure. He didn't mind; neither of them did. All that mattered right then, was that they were together.

In a low voice, Adrien said, "I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again."

(Y/N) nodded once, smiling gladly through her tears. 'Thank you, Riri. Thank you for everything. Thank you, thank you.'

Little did she know that Adrien was dead serious with his vow.