Chat Noir x Reader

Ew, This Holiday

Ah, Paris. Such a great place to live. Especially during Valentine's Day season. Just kidding. You would probably rather die, honestly. Well, I mean there is the discounted candy to look forward to after Valentine's Day.

Well, you were single. No. You didn't think you were ugly. Except you didn't wear make-up at all. All other girls usually did. And they looked amazing. It wasn't your fault that you thought that it was overrated.

What you did have though, was an amazing personality. People just needed to dig through the layers of anguish, sass, sadness, and lastly, more sadness.

Your parents...aren't exactly here at the moment. Let's just say that. Did I mention you were amazing and single already? Anyways here in Paris you had two heroes. Ladybug and of course, Chat Noir. All you ever really heard was bad things of the guy.

"He flirts too much."

"He doesn't take his job seriously."

"He's such a poser."

"Wow, what a fag."

"Does he have some weird master kink? You know, because of his cat costume?"

"Ugh, why can't he let Ladybug do it alone? She would be better off without him."

"His outfit looks like he's into BDSM. That's kind of weird."

"Can I really trust a guy like him with my children?"

Yeah, maybe people were overreacting. Just maybe. Or they could be right. Almost everyone in Paris has sighted him. Everyone except you. You had no interest in meeting him. Not at all. You had better things to do, and frankly could care less. You could protect yourself. You'll be damned if you had to have a cat save you as if you're some damsel in distress. The last thing you need is for this to turn out to be all weird, like in the fanfictions. (Not like this is a fanfiction at all.)

You can't help but think though.

Could those rumors be true?