Cry Baby [ Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir X Reader ]

Twelfth: Tag, You're It

[A/N: WARNING! TRIGGER AHEAD! Just to inform you guys, I love you all so freaking much. Especially the ones who comment and have hit that star button over there. I may not update as fast as I should be updating like other authors, but please understand that I only want to give the best stuff to read because I never, ever want to disappoint you. This one's for you guys- and... SHOUT OUT TO THE GALS WHO WERE WONDERING ABOUT THE VOICE AND THE BROTHER!]

Mimes weren't impressive.

They were quiet, passive, and... Not impressive. At least, that was the case for (Y/N). But she didn't consider them as freaks. She respected them; it was just that she wasn't particularly interested in pantomimes.

"Who knows, maybe you're missing the show of a lifetime," Adrien told her. He and (Y/N) were discussing about their classmate Mylene's father's- Fred Haprele's- performance later that night. "You sure you don't want to come?"

"Positive," replied (Y/N), huffing. "Besides, I probably have work to do at that hour. Nathalie has been fussing about my schedule all morning!"

Adrien laughed. "Well, you better behave yourself, then. We don't want all of her hardwork to go to waste." He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "Are you certain that you don't want to come with us?"

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose. "Have a little faith in me, will ya?"

His expression was unreadable when he studied her face. There were no signs of her changing decision her. Finally, Adrien sighed in defeat, dropping her hand.

"I'll be back as soon as it's over. Take care of yourself, okay?" He patted her shoulder tenderly, a distant look in his emerald green eyes. To anyone else, it might have been obvious that he was reluctant to leave her alone, but (Y/N) was too oblivious to notice that fact.

"Yeah, I will," they shared a quick hug goodbye, then Adrien scooted inside the limousine. "Be safe," (Y/N) said to him as he shut the door. The car wheeled away, Adrien waving at (Y/N) again like he wasn't satisfied with the embrace.

​​​​​​'Mr. Agreste booked the best seat for Adrien for sure,' (Y/N) thought, staring at the vehicle speeding further and further. Until it was out of sight, she whirled around, about to toddle back inside the mansion when a low, presumptuous voice stopped her.

It was raspy, quite hoarse; despite the tone, (Y/N) recognized who it was immediately.

And at that moment, she didn't know what to feel.

"Brother," (Y/N) breathed, turning around in slow motion. Instead of being blitzed with overpowering emotions, she was calm.

A crooked grin spread on his features, revealing the dejected teeth that he was missing. "I've missed you!"

No response.

Suddenly, her older sibling grabbed her arm, and began steering her off to an unknown location. "Come, come - we have a lot of catching up to do!"

'Let go of me,' (Y/N) hissed at him. He halted in front of an ice cream truck which was conveniently there, nodding at the guy in charge.

"You still like (favourite flavour), don't you?" He asked, taking out his wallet to pay for their purchase.

(Y/N) crossed her arms. Revulsion caused her to grimace. "What are you playing at, (brother's name)? Are you here to scandalize me like (M/N) did?"

Her words genuinely surprised him. "You met with mom?" He whispered. (Y/N) nodded once. Recalling her disastrous birthday party, she shivered; she also remembered dancing with Chat Noir, and she flushed, embarrassed. Whatever the rest of the details were, she did not know.