Certain Akuma {Cat Noir X Reader}

Ice Cream

"Well?" I say and hold out my arm.

She wraps her arm through with a laugh and we set off.

We walk to the bridge across the Seine, strolling to the middle to stop and look.

Ignoring the surprised looks of passerby, we watch the water.

"My Name is André! André Glacier! The sweetheart's matchmaker!" I hear.

Looking over, I see the ice cream vendor with his cart on the other side of the bridge.

"Hey, you wanna get some ice cream?" I ask y/n.

"Huh? Oh, sure!" She says, seeing what I'm talking about.

We walk down to the cart, talking about what flavor we want.

"I think Andrè usually picks for you, but maybe we can choose." I say and shrug.

"Really? I've never been here before."

"What!? André has the BEST ice cream in all of Paris!"

"Does he now? I'm holding you to that."

"Fine by me. It's true!"

We laugh, and approach the counter.

"Ah Cat Noir! And a new lady, whom he loves by far! What is your name, miss?" André says, making us blush almost in unison.

"I'm y/n. Cat here says you have the best ice cream in Paris, and I'd like to test him on it."

"Well, I appreciate the compliment! Let's see, your relationship anew, but your love has gone on, so here's a scoop in the color of fawn!" He says, getting a scoop of chocolate marshmallow.

"May your love prolong, no matter the scrapes, this flavor perfect for your date!" He says and scoops out carmel ice cream.

"Here you go, lovebirds! Enjoy, and come again soon!" He waves and we move aside for the next customer.

We walk over to a bench and start eating.

"Ok, Cat. This is pretty good." Y/n admits, swallowing a bite.

"I know! And he makes really good combinations, ones you think wouldn't go together."

"Yeah. I probably wouldn't have ordered this on my own."

"Me either. But it's good!"

"Mm-hmm!" She says and takes another bite.

We finish the treat and continue our walk.

"Where do you wanna go?" I ask.

"Hmm, how about a rickshaw ride?" She suggests.

"Sounds fun! Let's do it!" I agree, and we go and find one.

Calling one over, we get in and look around.

Y/n's hand finds mine, and I smile.

She looks so pretty with the soft lights illuminating her.

We watch the sights go by, stopping once we've made a full circle.

Paying the driver, we continue on our way.

"That was nice." Y/n says.

"Yeah, it was. I don't really take those much."

"Me either, maybe we should more often."

"Yeah. We should."

We walk down the streets together, hand in hand, laughing at the surprised people we pass.