➢ synopsis: You just wanted to get a vlog, but ended up getting a little closer to a certain superhero than you expected.
➢ A/N: Requested. Also, I’m not really familiar with the whole akumatized chat noir headcanon that seems to be a thing in the fandom? So I tried my best. ^^;
“Hello to all you lovely beans!” you smiled into the camera, “today I thought I’d do a little vlog of Paris! In case you didn’t know, I live in Paris. Surprise?” you gave the camera a quirky confused look. “So without further ado, lessgo!” You stopped the camera, turned the camera to the ground, and filmed you walking out of the door and locking it behind you, because, montage. You continued to film the ground as you walked down the stairs and out into the streets.
You stopped the camera again before turning it to your face. “So, storytime,” you smiled, “a special thing about Paris is that we have our own superheroes! No, I’m not talking about Ironman or Aquaman, I mean real people. Ladybug and Chat Noir!” you cried triumphantly, “recently we’ve had a few more superheroes join the mix, Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, and Carapace!” you listed on your fingers, “these guys protect us from akumatized people.” You tilted your head to the side as you thought about it, “I don’t exactly know how people become akumatized, but they’re always normal citizens. Luckily, I’ve never been akumatized,” you grinned.
“So yeah! Every now and then we’ll see a supervillain being chased by Ladybug or Chat Noir, it’s always super cool and-oh my gosh!” you frantically turned the camera around to catch Chat Noir jumping from rooftop to rooftop followed by Ladybug. When they were out of sight you excitedly turned the camera back around to you, “did you guys see that?” you asked excitedly, “that was Chat Noir and Ladybug! They were heading in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, which just so happens to be where I want to take you guys today. So let’s book it and see if we can catch them again!” you smiled excitedly into the camera before you turned it off and stowed it safely into your bag.
Once you were satisfied that everything was secure, you hurried down the street and into the subway station. You quickly scanned your pass to enter the terminal and hopped on one of the trains heading towards the Eiffel Tower. As you waited to arrive, you subtly filmed yourself as you looked out dramatically through the window. Montage.
When you arrived at your stop, you practically leapt out of the train and bounded up the steps. You began to walk towards the Eiffel Tower while trying to avoid as many tourists as you could. You found a rock wall that was away from the main throng of people and leapt onto it to sit on it. “Well,” you declared to your camera once you had it on and facing you, “I don’t see them anywhere. It’s possible that they already defeated the villain, the Eiffel Tower isn’t really that close to where I live.” Out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone sit down next to you, but you wanted to finish your thought first, “they are really good at what they do, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re already finished.”
You looked to the person who sat down next to you and nearly had a heart attack, “Chat Noir?” you gasped.
“The one and only,” he grinned.
“Wow,” you gaped, “this is incredible.”
He gave you a cocky smirk, “not as incredible as you.”
Your jaw dropped, was he...flirting with you? “I…”
“Come on,” he grabbed you by the waist before leaping away, the entire time you were screaming and desperately clutching onto your camera. It was expensive, no way were you going to lose that. He stopped on a rooftop and let you down to your feet.
“What’s happening?” you managed to splutter out as you held your head from the motion sickness.
“You don’t like it?” he purred.
Your face turned red at his voice. Yes, you were enjoying time with Chat Noir, but you were extremely confused, and something about him seemed a little...off. “No! I mean yes! I mean,” you looked at him pleadingly, “I’m confused.”
He leaned against his staff, “well, this kitty thinks you’re purrfect.”
You stepped back uncomfortably, “thanks? We’ve only just met?”
“That’s what you think,” he replied with a roguish wink.
“Okay! That’s creepy!” you shouted and took multiple steps back, but he just kept on walking forwards. You paused and a realization hit you, “you’re not really Chat Noir, are you?”
“And what makes you say that kitten?” he questioned with a grin.
“Because Chat Noir would never be as weird as this,” you replied defiantly.
“How do you know?” his smile was starting to get a little feral and was making you even more uncomfortable. It didn’t help that you were on top of a roof. “You’ve never met.”
“Your eyes,” you gasped and you almost wanted to hit yourself for not noticing it earlier.
“What about them?” he continued in the same cocky voice.
“They’re blue!”
He cocked his head to the side, “they’ve always been blue.”
“Nu-uh!” you cried out defiantly, “Chat Noir has green eyes. He’s kind. He’s a gentleman. He’s a superhero. You’re just a villain!”
His blue eyes narrowed dangerously, “oh, how you wound me.” He took a menacing step forward and you took a couple shaky steps back, “you’ve got it all wrong. This is one hundred percent Chat Noir. You wouldn’t know how he is.”
“I know he’s not you!”
“Oh really?” his eyes glinted dangerously, “wanna bet? Cataclysme!” he shouted and a deadly black cloud formed in his hand, “not just anybody would be able to do this.”
“What are you going to do with that?” you questioned shakily.
“I’ve always wanted to see what it would do to a person,” your heart plunged into your stomach, “but I wouldn’t want to mess up your purrfect face.” Was he complimenting and threatening you at the same time? “I think I’ll try it on…” a red and black yo-yo shot at his face which he easily dodged, “Ladybug!”
“Stop threatening the civilian!” she commanded.
“Make me!” he responded with a smirk. He ran at her with his hand outstretched, she flawlessly ducked under his hand and used her yo-yo to latch onto his arm and pull it towards a satellite dish, effectively destroying it, and neutralizing a threat.
She skidded to a halt next to you and you questioned, “where is the akuma located?”
“I hope it’s his bell,” you nodded as you eyed the golden ball hanging from his neck.
“And if it’s not?”
“Then,” she gulped, “it’s his miraculous.”
“Let’s hope it’s the bell then,” you declared, “hold on, I’ve got an idea.” She took a step back as you confidently stood up, “Chat Noir?” you asked sheepishly.
He gave you a look that said to go on, but he was still on his guard.
“I think I realize it now, you really are a Prince Charming.”
He grinned and you saw him totally drop his guard, “well of course I am, my dear purrrincess.”
“Can I, give my Prince a hug?” you questioned nervously, trying to play up the timid little girl trope.
“Well of course m’lady,” he responded with his arms open.
You quickly ran over to him, but instead of going into his arms, you grabbed the bell on his neck, yanked it off, and shouted, “Ladybug!” before you threw the golden ball at her. She easily caught it and threw it on the ground before stepping on it. It shattered and a small black butterfly emerged. The two of you sighed in relief.
“No more evil-doing for you little Akuma,” she opened her yo-yo and spun it around, “time to de-evilize!” the yo-yo caught the butterfly and she smiled, “gotcha!” she opened the yo-yo and a pure white butterfly emerged, “bye bye little butterfly.” She waved to it before throwing some random tool that she must’ve used earlier into the air, “Miraculous Ladybug!”
Chat Noir was surrounded by a bunch of black and purple bubbles before he sat back in confusion, “huh? What happened?”
“You got akumatized!” Ladybug ran over to him.
“What?” he asked in shock.
“And when I found you, you were terrorizing poor,” she looked over to you for your name.
“(y/n).” You smiled.
He looked ashamed of himself, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all right, you were akumatized.” You smiled reassuringly, “I knew it wasn’t really you.”
“Well,” Ladybug clapped her hands and looked at you, “let’s get you back to where you need to be.”
You glanced down at your camera, “if you could drop me off at a subway station?” you decided your vlog in Paris would wait for another day. Besides, you had a storytime idea.
