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Adrien Agreste x Fem!Reader
Adrien struggled to keep a straight face as children and teens alike continued to laugh at his odd style of clothes and weird pose. Adrien sighed through his nose as another child–who looked to be about five or six–started pointing and asking questions.
Why had he agreed to that stupid bet with Nino?
Both Adrien and Nino had made a random bet on whether or not Nino could successfully throw the can into the trash can. Adrien should've known better to vote that he could, Nino can't throw!
Either way, since Nino missed, Adrien was dared to dress as a mine and act like one in the park all day.
And this is how we got here.
Having standing there for hours, Adrien decided he should take a break. A cold beverage was very much overdue. Though, just as he made a move to leave, he was approached by another oddly dressed civilian.
"Oh my! Mime!" She suddenly shouted, catching Adrien off guard. "You are dashing! Do something for me, please?" She spoke very oddly to Adrien, not to mention her clothing style was very old fashioned, like that of sockhop wear.
Adrien gave her a small smile and started to pull the 'stuck in a box' act. She continued to watch in amazement and even giggled some.
"My my!" She clapped softly. "I was absolutely flabbergasted sir!"
Adrien raised an eyebrow, highly confused as to why someone would choose to speak this way in this day and age.
"I must give you my appreciation for you have filled me with glee!" Her smile faltered a bit. "My significant other has not seen such bright days as I have, he's been filled with rage and his tantrums have gotten very much out of hand."
Just as she finished speaking with her head down, Adrien placed his hand on top of her head, giving her a gentle rub. A simple gesture to say "It's ok."
The female glanced back up at Adrien to see him giving her a small smile. She gave a small smile in return and spoke, "I have no other way to possibly thank you sir, you've done so much for me."
She stood on her tip-toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"May I see you again, tomorrow perhaps?" She asked after pulling away. She waited for Adrien's reply and lit up when he nodded. "Marvelous! You can accompany this face with (Y/N) (L/N)! Don't you forget it now!"
"Adrien. You still haven't explained to me why you are dressed as that."
"We've already spoken on the matter, father. She will only recognize me in this means of disguise."
"But a mime?"
"But of course." Adrien sighed through his nose, lazily cutting away at the steak on his plate. "Father."
Adrien called. He took his father's lack of response as an answer. "I'm going to ask a question; asking as your son."
"I hope you don't expect special treatment."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Adrien sighed again, "I would just like to know what you have against either that girl or; I dressing as a mime."
"Adrien, your birthday is in a few days.. correct?"
He dodged the question Adrien thought, frowning.
"Yes sir."
"Since you seem to favor this old-fashioned female, we should do something old-fashioned."
"Are you suggesting a ball father? In my honor?"
"I am not suggesting, I am making a statement. We could even invite that female."
Adrien didn't reply, he couldn't say no to his father. Whatever was ordered, would stick. So if his father wanted a ball, he'd have a ball.
Adrien's frown deepened as he pushed his plate away completely. "I should be going now."
"Mister mime? " You called, pouting soon after. You had arrived at the park moments ago but there was no sign of the mime dressed teen. Thankfully you had separated from your boyfriend, he wouldn't want you talking to another male.
You were pulled away from your thoughts when you saw the teen sitting on a bench. He sat hunched over, looking at the ground.
Slowly approaching, you walked around him quietly and stood in front of him.
"Why are you sad?"
The mime nearly jumped out of his skin, startled.
You took a step back, giving him an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to knock your socks off darling, I just thought you looked a lil' bummed is all."
The mime nodded and sat up straight, giving you a small smile in response.
"But still," You sat next to him. "why so glum?"
You only received a shrug from him accompanied with a sigh. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him go back to staring at the ground. You gave his back a small pat before standing.
"I have a new outfit Mister Mime! It's monochrome like you!" You smiled, spreading your arms beside you to show him your dress.
Your face brightened as the mime looked at your dress. It was simple, but it was special because you made it yourself a while back.
"I'm even wearing my new bow!" You continued, turning to show him the black and white polka-dotted bow in your hair. The mime was smiling now, and he even stood to get a better look at your bow.
He even went to touch it–did it seem familiar to him?–but it fell out of your hair. "Oopsie me.." You giggled nervously, "No one helped me put it on so it might be wrong." as you went to pick it up, the mime halted you. Instead picking it up himself.
He then proceeded to place it back into your hair. Gently brushing your hair back to place the clip onto it.
"Thank you.." You muttered, dazzled. He gave a nod in response as he was just about to clip it on. Just as he was able to put it on, he was a new voice interpreted.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
You ultimately flinched out of reflex, recognizing that voice.
"Nothing darling.. I-I.." You mumbled, gripping your forearm. You were at a lost for words as you strode over to you and and the mime.
"Who is this?"
You flinched again, he was talking about Mister Mime. "T-That's Mister Mime.. I tried telling you about him yesterday but you wouldn't listen..."
"What was that!?" Now he was making a scene.
"Nothing.. He was just helping me with my hair."
"This prick? I would've never even guessed it was a boy!" He stepped closer to the mime.
"Leave him alone." You stated, clenching your arm tighter. "Now!"
He ignored your comment and continued, agitated, "If you love playing with my girlfriend's bow so much, why don't you just have it!"
A loud scream forced its way past your lips as you felt the bow being forcefully pulled from your hair. Your hands immediately went to the sore spot to try and soothe it as tears fell from your eyes.
"Golly Dante! You're making a scene! Go away!"
And with that, you ran. Dante watched your retreating form for a moment before turning back to the mime.
"Stay away from her, and this won't happen again."
"Is that how you treat a lady?" Adrien glared at the slightly older teen. "Your girlfriend?"
Dante glared back at him and dropped the bow, letting it fall to the ground. "Whatever monochrome boy." He spat out, turning to leave.
"The proper authorities will hear of this." Adrien added before he was out of ear shot.
When he was gone, Adrien bent down and grabbed your bow. The clumps of (H/C) strands didn't go unnoticed by Adrien. Now to find out where you went...
Adrien had found you not to long after, sitting by the fountain. Thank goodness not many people were around today. Adrien walked over to you and placed his hand over the spot where the bow was pulled.
You winced and flinched away from him. You relaxed when you noticed it was only the mime. You enveloped him in a big hug and started sobbing loudy.
"I'm sorry Mister Mime! I didn't want you to see that. If only I would've put my bow on right.." Adrien shook his head and hugged you back. "Oh, but it is my fault! All of it! I should've–" You paused when you felt light kisses being pressed to the sore spot on your head.
More tears started to well up in your eyes and you couldn't do anything but repeatedly thank him.
Later that day, the mime gave you an envelope. On it, it specifically read;
Do not open unless in the comfort of your own home.
Following the instructions on the envelope, you waited until you had gotten home before opening it. You found out the envelope contained an invitation inside, to the famous Agreste mansion! You and your mother were squealing in delight the entire night.
"Ta ta darling! Have fun for me!" Your mother giggled as you got out of the car.
"Mama! Everyone here is gonna look at me like a sack of potatoes if you keep on embarrassing me!" You shouted back, flustered.
"Oh honey, you're gonna be the best darn sack of potatoes in there. So get going!" She waited for you to proceed walking before speeding off.
With a soft sigh, you continued in through the gates. There were many lights and many guests. Amazingly, none seemed to bump into you. You started to fiddle around with the shawls that hung off your arms out of nervousness.
You had not thought this through. Mister Mime may recognize you but will you recognize him? So many thoughts clouded your vision as you walked into the house, you didn't notice taller woman step in front of you.
She had a professional stance, black hair, and glasses. She had a big gown on that was a midnight blue, with a black shawl hanging around her shoulders.
"And who may you be?" She spoke with sternness that made you shudder.
"I'm here for Mister Mime. M-My name is (Y/N) (L/N).." The woman's eyes widened as she looked your over, she looked over at he clipboard and then back at you.
"Well, Adrien wasn't kidding.." You heard her mumble to herself. "You may go."
You raised an eyebrow, "I don't have to sign anything?"
"I would let you sign if Adrien didn't doodle over it." There she was mumbling again. You decided not to question it further and continued in.
Upon entering, you came into a grand room where there were stairs leading up to a higher floor. You could hear the commotion from the party...just not how to get there.
Thankfully, you saw two girls coming from a room to your left. The one with a darker skintone than the other was wiping her hands, so the bathroom perhaps?
The one wiping her hands was talking to the one with dark blue hair. She seemed ultimately depressed.
"Excuse me," You called. "Can you help me find the dance floor? I'm lost.."
They both blinked and tilted their heads. The one with the dark blue hair decided to speak up first. "Do you mean the ballroom?"
She had on a puffy red dress that stopped above her knees. The entire dress was covered in black polka-dots, and to finish it off, she had a big red bow on her lower back. She had lots of ribbons in her hair as well, keeping a neat bun.
You gave her a nod as you finished looking at her dress.
"Dancefloor!?" The other laughed, "I haven't heard anyone say that in ages!"
She had on a sparkling black dress that hugged her figure and stopped just before it touched the floor. The dress was held up by a shoulder strap, which had a large cinema wheel on it. Her ombre hair was beautifully curled and her glasses made the look more presentable.
"Leave her alone Alya." The one closest you pouted. "Come on, we'll show you."
She began walking, urging you to follow her. You followed behind the two, walking in silence. It was a comfortable silence, but you decided to break it.
"So, what happened? Why did you look so sad earlier?" You asked, directing the question to the one with ladybug dress.
"Oh! Umm..." Her face flushed. "I found out the Adrien will be doing the feather dance with his 'V.I.P'." She said disappointingly.
"And? Who's that?" You asked, tilting your head.
"We don't know, she hasn't arrived yet." 'Alya' answered.
The three of you continued to walk for a few more moments before you came to two large glass doors. "Here we are!" They spoke in unison, pushing the doors open. As soon as they were open, Alya start pointing at something.
"Marinette look! Adrien doesn't have a dance partner!" And with that, they were gone.
You didn't pay too much mind to it. They were bound to run off, the Marinette girl seemed highly interested in 'Adrien' so you expected no less.
But... what should you do now?
You saw various couples dancing, and apparently Marinette had gotten that dance she wanted.
You made your way over to the food table and got yourself a drink. You didn't know what else to do at this point, so all you could do was wait for Mister Mime.
"E-Excuse me... may I get a drink?" You turned to see a red-head teen. His face was lightly tinted red as he looked down.
His bangs were pulled back with a small hair clip with the color black and blue, sorta resembling an electronic device. He wore a paint splattered sweater vest with an undershirt that was folded at the elbow. He had a tablet attached to his wrist and different gadgets in pouches on his belt. The look was finished off with black slacks and regular dress shoes.
"Oh sure." You stepped out of his way so that he could get to the punch bowl.
He started to sip his drink next to you, somewhat quietly. You were sure that the both of you were thinking the same thing, so you asked.
"Want to dance?"
The boy with red hair squeaked and started to choke on his drink. You patted him on the back to stop his coughing, after another moment, he finally stopped.
"Y-Y-You want t-to dance with m-m-me?"
You nodded with a smile.
He was hesitant, but took your hand and walked with you over to the dance floor. The two of you started off with a small box step, becoming comfortable with each other. You were a bit thrown off when he suddenly spun you, it brung a smile to his face as he mumbled a quick 'sorry'.
The more the two of you danced, the better you danced. The two of you changed your style into a waltz, with quick spins here and there. Then, Salsa, Tango, Tap dance, and others. As the music changed, so did your dance. You both ended with a dip, out of breath.
As he pulled you out of the dip, you began, "You sir, are a lady charmer! What's your name?"
His face went red at your comment but he answered, "Nathaneal.."
"Nice! We should totally boogie-woogie again sometime!" You gave him a peck on the cheek before walking away.
As you were watching Nathaneal's face flare tomato red, you didn't notice the teen girl that you were about to bump into.
"Oh my! Chloe are you ok?"
You looked at the girl that you had bumped into, she had blonde hair that was curled and had highlights in it. She also had a tiara on her head, Her dress was very puffy and was golden. There were jewels and gems embedded into the dress and she had a golden shawl around her waist.
"Watch where you're stomping! Honestly! Were you trying to destroy my stilettos!?"
You looked up at the other girl that had spoken earlier.
She wore a simple blue dress that stopped just below her knee, on the bottom half of the dress was an apron. But amazingly, it didn't look out of place. The pattern on the apron consisted of many mathematical signs and even a few math problems. She wore red converse with plain stockings, and her red thick rimmed glasses finished her look.
"Are you the one doing the feather dance? You're awfully beautiful!" You asked the short haired girl who had her hair in a small side ponytail, ignoring the golden teen.
The girl with the glasses began to blush furiously, shaking her head quickly with every 'no' she shouted.
"Sabrina!? Don't make me laugh! It's clearly going to be me!" Chloe stood, glaring at you.
"My bad.. but don't you belong with the original Golden Girls?" You asked.
'Chloe's' face instantly twisted up in confusion while Sabrina started laughing hysterically. "My grandmother loves that show!"
With a smirk, you left the two and started to wander around.
It had to have been about four to five minutes later when you decided to look for the boogie-master once again. When you thought you had found him, your vision was suddenly blocked by something. Before you could start panicking, another hand was soon laced with yours.
"Finally found you." His breath was warm against your skin. His voice sent shudders down your spine as he stepped forwards, your back flush against his chest.
A soft chaste kiss was placed on your head, where your bow sat. Your face immediately brightened. "Mister Mime??"
"In the flesh." You could practically hear his wink. "Or did you expected a meowther?"
A smile tugged on your lips at the horrible cat pun. You spun around to see his face–his actual face–only for your smile to drop almost instantaneously. As your shameless ogling continued to go on for moments, Adrien started to get nervous.
"Uhmm.." Adrien tugged on his collar, "Is there something on my face..?"
"No.." You breathed, "it is your face." feeling your face heat up."
Adrien didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. And once again, you were staring. How could you stop? Adrien looked dashing!
His blonde hair was neatly brushed back and a few of his bangs hung over his forehead. On his face, there was a black design that started around his left eye and travelled down his cheek. The design swirled and spun around each other as if it were a floral design, but it seemed more, catastrophic.
He sported a tailcoat jacket with a vest and button up shirt underneath. He had on black pants that seemed to hug his hips and legs, and dress shoes to complete the look. There were also various accessories that gave him the 'playful' impression. The gloves, high collar, the chain hanging from his hip, all made him look cute!
"What's the matter?" Adrien laughed nervously. "Cat got your tongue?"
You giggled and took his hands in yours. "Not at all. I'm flabbergasted is all. You look dashing."
You could hear Adrien give a sigh of relief at your comment. "I could say the same for you, my dance queen."
You smiled up at him, "You were a witness?"
"Everyone was."
Before you were able to further question it, you both were interrupted. The background music had completely stopped and everyone was now facing a man who stood on a balcony.
"Who's that?" You asked.
"My dad..." Adrien sighed, face-palming two times. "I told him to give me o moment.." He mumbled.
You went silent as you waited in anticipation to what the man will say. The..secretary? handed him a microphone before standing behind him.
"I would like to personally thank all of you for coming to my son's birthday party, it is an honor to see my son finally hosting parties of his own."
Adrien was mumbling in response to everything that was stated by his father, clearly disapproving.
"Now, as some of you may already know, there's a special dance in which my son will dance with a very lucky lady. This is none other than, the feather dance."
Not long after he spoke those words, you swore you could hear Marinette's cries. But that's not what startled you. Torches, lanterns, and various lights lit up, casting a beautiful shine on the dance floor.
"It's amazing!" You stated, astonished.
You were so interested in the lights that you hadn't noticed the man speaking again.
"–and (Y/N) (L/N)."
You paused along with the other many teens that went silent. "Uhm.. mind running that by me again sir?"
Adrien laughed and tugged your hand. "Come on."
You were led into the middle of the dance floor before stopping. Just as you were about to ask questions, you were shushed.
"The dance is simple." Adrien stepped closer so that he could whisper into your ear, "We must continue to take this feather from each other until the music completely stops, but neither of us can stop moving. The songs will change to different types of style, but we musn't break the fever."
You smiled, "Now you're speaking my language."
Adrien smirked in response and pulled back, a purely white feather in-between his teeth.
"W-What! Was that in my hair?" You asked but received no reply in response as Adrien pulled you against him.
The first song that played was something that resembled Tango, and it didn't take Adrien long to get into his lead role.
Okay.. you thought, Tango is a passionate dance in which the couple must be perfectly in sync body and mind. It's also a sexy dance to show the closeness of two beings. you continued in your head.
So all I have to do is act passionate!
As Adrien's ankle connected with your own, you moved that leg behind you so that you were in a lower position than Adrien. Adrien placed his hand on the small of your back and hip before leaning over you. You took this chance to try and snag the feather away from him with your mouth, but to no avail. He pulled away to quickly.
With the hand that was on your hip, Adrien pulled you back up into a standing position. You were on the tips of your feet-barely reaching Adrien's eye level-as you both circled each other.
Adrien then pulled you into a triple spin. As you came to a halt, you wrapped your leg around his hip, letting him stand you back up again. When you stood, you pressed your forehead against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Give it to me." You demanded, your lips brushing against the feather in his mouth.
Adrien hummed a 'nu-uh' in response.
You spun away from him, about four feet in the most. But Adrien reacted quickly, grabbing your hand and spinning you back towards him. Though, you continued to spin around him until you were at his back. You leant on his back and slipped one arm under his, placing it on his abdomen, the other found its way to his shoulder.
Adrien froze when feeling your hand on his stomach and your leg on his hip once more.
You took this opportunity and snatched the feather from his mouth, taking a few steps back after. "Mine!" You smiled, noticing the song change.
"This is my jam!!" You shouted, beginning to shake your hips and snap along to the beat. "No parking baby, no parkin' on the dance floor~" You happily sung along to the eighties music.
Though, you were ultimately disappointed when the feather was snatched from you.
Adrien had appeared behind you and now had the feather again. You had no idea where he put it so you just started to sway with him a bit. This song sounded like Waltz..
Eventually, he spun you around and you spotted the feather in his hair.
"Mister Mime.." You called.
"Yes?"
"Would you please tell me your real name? I'd like to know at least."
Adrien looked at you after coming out of a spin, finally taking notice of the red lip gloss that lightly coated your lips. And the single streak of eyeliner that perfectly framed your eye.
It was the most simple form of make-up, but it still made you look beautiful. Adrien placed a kiss on your eyelid while whispering, "Adrien Agreste. Don't you forget."
You smiled as he pulled you into another spin. Had he even noticed you stealing the feather?
Adrien was startled when the song suddenly changed, matching that of Latin dance. You pulled away from him and began dancing in your own direction, just a bit of tap-dance but definitely hip movement.
Adrien quickly caught on and followed, his footsteps matching yours. You had to have quicker movements, lighter feet, and an unbreakable bond. A few moments later, Adrien began to lead, leading you into a quick tap-dancing session before a quick spin.
Adrien found the feather and started to slip it away from you, but you interpreted him and grabbed it. You placed it in your mouth and began to dance away.
Adrien once again caught up to you and joined in. It wasn't long before one of Adrien's hands was enveloped in yours whilst the other was on your lower back. The dance had turned to that of Salsa somewhat, so the two of you were feverishly dancing, trying to take and protect the feather.
Adrien then put you into quick dip, clamping his lips shut over the visible end of the feather.
You could feel Adrien's lips lightly brush against yours as he held the feather. He had no intentions of giving up, so you could only give in. You sighed through your nose as the thought crossed your mind. What was there to do?
You weren't left to think long on the subject before the entire courtyard erupted in cheers. To be honest, you had forgotten that the majority of them was even there.
Your entire face flushed as Adrien lifted you up and out of the dip. He pulled the back from the feather and then pulled it from your lips.
"We should do this again sometime." Adrien commented, placing a kiss onto the feather.
You nodded, "We should. Maybe even try Cha cha." Adrien then placed the feather on your lips, giving you an indirect kiss.
"I'll see you then."