Chat Noir x Reader (and more)

One shot: Street Love

/Author note: If any of you had been to tumblr under the miraculous ladybug tag you've probably seen the break dance au, this story takes place in the reader and Chat falling in love despite how different their worlds are. The reader and Chat don't know each other in this one shot, they are strangers. Chat isn't the known superhero in this considering it's an au, he is just Chat Noir- the break dancing baddie ;^)/

Your story starts out at the end of the long day you had. You had just gotten out of ballet practice and were heading out when some construction caused you to have to take another route walk home. It was about 9 at night in the love capital of the world, Paris. You were walking down an alley to avoid busy streets when you heard a loud beat of music nearby. Your curiosity got the best of your judgement and drew you near to investigate the loud music. As you rounded a corner you saw through a grate fence what looked like, a dance battle? You've had a pretty conservative life so you've only heard of these kind of battles from your friends at school. From what you've heard, these are 'break dancers' and they don't learn routines like your used to in ballet class, they're a lot more- free? You drew near where you saw what looked like a crowd surrounding these two teams dancing it out. From your view you really couldn't see much, the crowd, and the dance movements were all too much to keep up with.

As you were about to bail out and actually head home you saw this- flash of green. Out of the crowd of people jumped above and into the center of the two groups. Your vision was obscured by the sudden excitement and caused more to be in your way. You quickly moved around the corner of this fencing and realized it was hopeless by this angle, looking around frantically you decided to climb up the nearby scaffolding to see better. The music beat hard into your ears and the crowd around them suddenly got really loud and excited, although you didn't know what they were excited about you felt the need to /need/ to know. As you climbed up the scaffold and got into a better view, looking through the railing of the scaffolding, you saw him.

You saw this taller male. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and had- black paint smeared over this top half of his face, obscuring his face. He wore a slightly ragged black top with a coat over it that appeared to have cat ears on the hood which he wore up, and lined green. His hands were covered with finger-less gloves that had green paw prints on the palm, his bottom half wore slightly sagged black jogger pants with green lining and green high tops. Whoever he was, he caught your eye in a matter of one movement. Your normal routine of ballet and counts with soft beat and emotion was nothing compared to this. This boy, he- he moved with such emotion and passion like you had never seen before. His moves and the music all synced together in such a dramatic connection it blew you away, causing you to be hypnotized by him. Where he moved, you followed.

As this music beat came to an end, the boy did one final back flip with a final pop to the beat. That final pop happened to be looking right at you with this smirk on his mouth as if he knew you were watching the entire time. Your face heated up immediately as he winked and turned away from you back to to the other group of dancers he was battling. He blew them all a kiss as the crowd cheered, looking back at you he lifted his fingers and saluted you away as he turned his back and jumped up the side of the building, to the roof and out of your sight.

You didn't know who he was, his name, or even what his purpose was for being there, but you wanted to see him again. You had been captivated by a break dancer.

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"What do you mean you want to quit ballet?! You've been dancing ballet since you were a child, what has brought this sudden passion change?!"

Let's just say your mother was not the happiest when you told her but, what can you do? You love ballet but its been about three weeks since that night in the alley where you locked eyes with that break dancer. No way would your mother ever know about this forbidden love you sparked between a stranger, she would fall over dead in all seriousness. You had fallen in love with a boy, who was a break dancer, a stranger, and not to mention if it would be mutual, a wink could mean nothing for all you know.