Sixth: Rough Love

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The world went fast forward as Chat Noir carried (Y/N) on his back, zipping past all the vehicles and people in the streets at an incredible pace- jumping from one place to another.

She clung to him, refusing to let go in case she lost her balance. His parkour skills were on point. If only she wore something more appropriate for the occasion, other than her pyjamas, she could have appreciated the piggyback he was giving her. But Chat Noir insisted that she remained that way.

"Do you trust me, Princess?" he had asked, pushing the windows of her room open further. The night wind that entered whisked (Y/N)'s (H/C) hair, making it spread across her face like thin roots of a plant. She contemplated on what to say; but she was unsure if she'll receive the good effect with either 'yes' or 'no'.

Her hesitant response must have worried Chat Noir, because he said, in a serious tone, "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I just want you to have a good time."

'Everything bad has already happened to me, unfortunately,' (Y/N) thought remorsefully, keeping a brave face. "You promise that that's all there is to it?"

​​​​​Chat Noir had nodded, drawing an 'X' over his chest and holding up his other arm. "Cross my heart. And my nine lives," he joked, grinning.

An amused laugh had escaped (Y/N)'s lips. With a start, she realized that Chat actually accomplished something, that only one person had ever did- he made her laugh. A complete stranger she barely even knew, made her laugh. The miracle was, he wasn't Adrien.

(Y/N) had nervously chewed on her thumb. That piece of information wasn't useless, yet it intrigued her in its own way. Finally, she had told Chat Noir, "Alright then. Lead on."

With that, Chat Noir spirited away.

"Is that it?" Asked (Y/N), squinting her eyes as a certain famous infrastructure came into view.

Chat Noir nodded, adjusting his hold on her, accelerating his speed. Once they arrived directly under the Eiffel tower, he set her down. "I know this isn't much of a date, but hopefully it'll suffice."

'Date.' At the mention of the word, (Y/N) quirked a curious brow. "Uh..." She began, but Chat Noir quickly caught the message and waved his hands in front of him, discontinuing her sentence.

"Oh, non non! I didn't mean that type of date- I meant, er," he snapped his fingers, "I meant it in a friendly way, yeah!" He grinned, snaking an arm around (Y/N)'s waist. Then, he tapped his silver baton on the pavement. "Hold onto me tight, Princess," he winked. "And close your eyes."

Before (Y/N) could heed his warning, the baton extended, lifting their feet off the ground and elevating them towards the top like an ordinary elevator.

The sudden action urged (Y/N) to scream in midair; she settled for squeezing her eyes shut, her nails digging deep into Chat Noir's leather suit. She pursed her lips and, unbeknownst to her, Chat Noir did, too. He could feel their sharpness through the black fabric, the sensation painful by the means of a cut.

Fortunately, they made it to their destination, saving Chat Noir the disadvantage of minor injuries. He led (Y/N) to the upper 'floor' with care, tucking his baton away. His hands moved to shield her eyes; he positioned her to the centre, where he found it most suitable.

"No peeking," he said. (Y/N) giggled, nodding. Chat Noir inhaled, then exhaled- his breath a transient white cloud in the cold night air.

For seconds, he waited for the right time, slowly slipping his hands away. "You can look now," he whispered.

Perplexed, (Y/N) fluttered her eyes open to see what all his fuss was about. What she saw knocked the oxygen out of her lungs.
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During the dead of night, Paris, the City of love, was a thousand times more romantic compared to the light of day. Up on the Eiffel tower itself, (Y/N) couldn't seem to disagree.

The buildings below glowed ambient, soft colours against the darkness that cloaked them. Music could be heard, played in a melodious tune from one of the 24/7 functioning restaurants. And the moon, hanging crescent in the midnight blue sky, was littered with twinkling stars on all sides.

"Oh my..." (Y/N) gasped, her gaze leaving the breathtaking view to transfer on Chat Noir. "In all my years... No one's ever done anything like this for me,"

Char Noir smiled, standing beside her. "Only the best for you, (Y/N)."

Under the moonlight, (Y/N) thought that the vigilante was quite breathtaking, himself. With his cat-like green eyes illuminating, his blond hair glinted, making it appear like he had highlights. As (Y/N) studied his face better, she also realized that... Well, he wasn't exactly ugly. In fact, he wasn't half bad.

Processing what she just thought, (Y/N) clicked her tongue in distaste. 'You're in love with Adrien. Chat Noir is nothing but an acquaintance.'

"You know, all the other boys wanted was to gaze in my eyes," she told him, breaking eye contact. It relieved her to retreat from the hypnotism Chat Noir was causing.

Startled, Chat Noir straightened, leaning in to intently listen. "Mew are a model, and a lady with such beautiful eyes. I understand why they'd want to."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," (Y/N) pointed out.

"You'll be surprised ~" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

She scoffed. "No, I won't be."

'Their sick little brains craved to see me cry. That was all there was to it.'

(Y/N) released a wistful sigh. "Look at me... I'm just a toy they play and destroy." She stared up at the moon, delighting in the breeze despite her gloominess, "But now I'm..." She grunted, tugging on her sleeve furiously as if a rash had formed on her skin, "... Stuck with all these nightmares accepting rough love."

The next thing Chat Noir said caught her off guard: "What is love?" Abruptly, (Y/N) spun to face him, and once again their eyes locked- his green ones with her own (E/C). But his expression was so serious, it almost wanted her to recoil. "Does it push and shove?"

When he took a step closer, (Y/N) mirrored it by stepping back as he asked, "Does it haunt you? Make you feel like a fool?"

'Yes,' (Y/N) thought. 'Yes. Yes. It does.'

And it always will, a different voice echoed in her head. She pushed that aside, ignoring it.

Her lower lip quivered, "All the other boys left me cause I wasn't good enough."

'Other boys' consisted of her father, brother, uncles, cousins- relatives that could have taken care of her willingly, wholeheartedly. But no; because just like what had Chat Noir declared, love does push and shove- it's sickening.

"Then it's their loss," Chat murmured. "(Y/N), I-... I'd never hurt you," he said it like every word he sputtered treasured some unknown meaning, "And there's no way that I'll let anyone harm you."

"For your sake, Chat? I sure wish you're lying," (Y/N) spat, already blinded by the tears ruining her vision. "Just... Take me home, now. Please? I'm... Tired."

That was the end of it. Chat Noir didn't press the conversation any further. Obediently, he did as she requested- and as (Y/N) dozed off, barely conscious in his arms, she wondered, 'How did he know my name?'

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