The Guardian//Adrien x reader

Y/n

One step.

Two step.

Three step.

A bounce of a leg, the slip of a foot. It was a fun game you remembered playing with your parents long ago. You weren't sure if it was something they made up, or a game they were obliged to entertain, but it was one of the few memories you had after you woke up. Very dearly you held it, never to be forgotten, not ever.

'I wonder if they remember it?' you thought. It would pain you if they didn't, but you could always remind them as they reminded you.

You hummed. 'With every puddle you splash one foot, and leave the other dry. Then you continue doing it for every puddle until you mistakenly get the dry one wet.' that's what you would tell your parents, if they ever questioned that is.

Quickly you concentrated back on the game. You didn't like getting dirty- especially not when wearing expensive shoes and pants...but suddenly you started to play the game. It hadn't even crossed your mind on why you were playing it, but it just sort of happened naturally.

Maybe your child self wanted to play it again, after so many years laying down, so many years waiting. Such is the love of nostalgia.

One step.

Two step.

Three step

The local Parisians were looking at you funny, and made it clear to steer out of your way.

But you didn't mind, the anxiety caused by strangers wasn't there. Sometimes, you would peer at them, smiling carefully as you noticed their features. For some reason, you weren't sure if it was an aspect special only to dwellers of Paris, but they wore very bright colors.

Reds and oranges, yellows and blues. Quite the usage of the rainbow, so flashy. Their fashion was quite special in those terms, though you supposed it made sense as Paris was considered the capital of fashion and love (truthfully it was as boring as any other place, only attributed by its cost of living)

You glanced around.

Well, it wasn't so boring. The architecture of the city was beautiful. When you awoke and spotted the buildings fleshed with personality, you stared at it with awe. Tall buildings molded into deliberate shapes. Windows that held grape vines and flower pots, all decorated and true.

Splash.

Splash.

Dip.

Ah, you finally lost. You stared at the puddle. Muddied and cold, your shoe filled with water. The cute pair of socks you were wearing was seeping wet, and as such let out a squish with every step.

It didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Uncomfortable yes, but nothing to cry over. You felt your lips ease into a smile, your eyes trailing to the front.

At the gaze of the world, your eyes widened at the location you were in.

Bridge of Love, where you fell.

You immediately stopped. You hadn't realized you were approaching this area, and if you did you would've taken the longer more probable route.

Your mind ushered uncertainty as you took one step forward. The wooden boards creaked just slightly, yet it was enough to make you question if this was really worth it. You had to clutch the railings in suspense, but even that made your fingers burn.

"No-" You mumbled. It was an inanimate object, something that provided a use. Why should you be afraid of this bridge? You tripped...it wasn't as if the bridge itself pushed you.