↳ Request: @hangesidekick - vince are ur requests open bc i’ve had a brilliant idea that i trust you to fulfill >:) chat noir x reader, but a masquerade ball!! hehe and you can do whatever you like with that idea! but no pressure ok babes!! take as much time as you need, and if your requests aren’t open then no worries at all!! :)

↳ Vince Note: Hange please i loved this- this is the second version i decided not to post (or finish) the first version cause it wasn't romantic or sad either- it was more of just eh-

↳ FT: GN!Reader x Chat Noir

↳ Word Count: 1141

↳ Warnings: Literally like none- unless you hate baguettes-

The ball was in full swing, everything was perfect just like how you had planned it to be. It was kind of fitting the theme was a night in Paris, seeing as you were in the city of Paris. But it couldn’t be helped, the theme was such a classic and you had even went to greater lengths by making it a masquerade ball.

You looked into the mirror with a smug grin as you placed your blask mask on your face, it had effectively covered the top half of your face. You were totally checking yourself out in the mirror cause why not at this point. After a twirl or two you decided it best to go back into the party and greet your guests. 

All the major people in Paris had been invited, including the one and only superhero team but most importantly Ladybug and Chat Noir. Upon entering the ballroom, your eyes surveyed the room finding somewhat familiar faces. It was pretty easy to pick out some of your friends through their hair and light up the room type smiles. 

The light shone bright on you from above as Nino announced you to the room. 

“Let’s hear it for the one the only Y/N L/N!! You have our sincere thanks for putting this shindig together! Can I get a Hell Yeah!” 

The crowd erupted in a “Hell Yeah!” and you giggled gleefully in reaction. The music started pumping and you mingled in the crowd making sure everyone was having a fun time.

Much to your disappointment you hadn’t seen any of the superheroes you had went out of your way to publicly invite. 

“If you had invited Queen Bee here you won't be an utter disappointment” Chloe had remarked when you went to check on her out of pure courtesy. 

“Well Chloe everyone knows you’re Queen Bee, and you are here aren’t you?” You asked with a smile on your face dodging her insult. Chloe ‘tsk’ed rolling her eyes as she sipped her drink. You took that as a moment to slip away, your job as a host being completed. As you continued to mingle you ran into who you thought was Marinette, her blue bell eyes were hard to miss under the black as night mask she wore that perfectly matched the black slightly bedazzled dress she wore that graced the floor with its light appearance. 

“Hey Mari!” You said waving to her. “Hey Y/N! Awesome party!” Marinette exclaimed giving a kiss on either side of your cheeks in greeting, “By any chance have you seen Adrien yet- You did invite him right!?” 

You chuckled at your friend and her obvious crush on Adrien Agreste. How could you have forgotten to invite the one the only Adrien Agreste. “Of course I invited him…. Sorta-” You admitted looking off into the distance. 

“What do you mean sorta-” Marinette asked her tone lowering as she looked at you suspiciously. “Well, you see, I gave the invitation to Nathalie- She said she’d ask his father and i may have forgotten to follow up- I’m so sorry Marinette-” You felt ashamed, you were trying to get the two of them together alongside Alya but you had messed up badly by not making sure he was going to come. If only you had been able to give him the invitation personally but he was away on some trip when invitations were being given out- 

Marinette’s mood lowered slightly and you quickly followed up with a, “I’m sure he’ll be here! Nathalie wouldn’t not give him the invitation! And I’m sure his father would see no fault in him coming here! It’d be great publicity after all! Anyone who’s anyone is here!”

“Yeah, you’re right!” Marinette’s mood did a complete 180. “Besides if he doesn’t show me and you can stuff our faces with baguettes of the heart broken!” Marinette paused for a moment seeing you look down to the floor. 

“So he really isn’t here- “ You looked back up, “It’s fine, It’s just a silly celebrity crush. It’ stupid-” “No Y/N, don’t say that! I’m sure he’s just fighting a villain with Ladybug and can’t come yet!” Marinette tried to console you. “It’s fine really! Who else would eat the heart-broken baguettes with you?” You smiled moving a stray hair from her face, “Enjoy the party, I have to go check on some things. Kay?” Marinette shook her head in response watching you leave toward the balcony of the venue. 

The cool air washed over you, the view of the eiffel tower in full view, and no ‘villian’ in sight- For once Paris was calm, as if Hawkmoth had taken an off day. It seemed Chat Noir had also taken an off day and chose a different means of relaxation other than the party. You sighed leaning on the rails. Eyes seemingly trained to the night sky.

“Meow-Za someone looks down in the dumps.”

Surprised, you turned around practically face to face with Chat Noir and his bright cheeky smile sitting atop the roof of the venue. “Chat Noir you came?” You couldn’t help the hint of surprise and gladness that laced your words. 

“Of course I came, I wouldn't miss a star appearance for nothing,” His slipped off the roof almost cat like and you were able to seem him in full view, his regular leather suit switched in favor of a dress suit. “Pray tell who might you be underneath the mask?” Chat Noir asked with a smirk on his face as he neared closer to you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I thought those were supposed to remain a secret kitty cat-” You returned the smirk his way and he stalked around you with a smile, “Let me guess, you’re the one the only! Gabriel Agreste!” You playfully shoved him, “Absolutely not! I can’t pull off the outfit-” an unfortunate outfit you wanted to say but you kept the judging to yourself. 

“No one can-” Chat Noir admitted leaning against the rails, a look you couldn’t quite describe written on his face as he looked to the sky above. Almost instantly he looked at you, “But hey this is a ball, where we dance and not judge fashion failures-” 

“You’re right! I should go check on the other guests and make sure they are dancing,” You leaned off the railing and looked over to your watch going over To-do’s in your head. Chat cleared his throat placing himself in front of you, “I meant as in for us to dance-”

Oh- OH- You practically froze on the spot as he extended a hand to you with a small bow, “Shall we?” You placed your hands in his with a nod. Looks like you weren’t going to be having heart-broken baguettes with Marinette-

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Vince blinks awake to the sound of his phone vibrating. He wiggles up from under Dmitri’s arms and reaches up and takes the phone. His eyes struggle to adjust, focusing around glowing letters. The light from the partially open window dances over the screen and sends light glaring into his eyes. He turns the screen away and fails to read the name.

He presses the answer button and mumbles his voice barely more than a croak, “Hi, Shield speaking.”

“Vince–” Nat’s voice echoes through the phone– “You just woke up didn’t you?”

“Um, yes?” Vince mutters as he sits upright. Dmitri’s arm wraps tighter around his waist and Vince feels Dmitri press his nose into his hip. “How’s your morning?”

“It’s been quiet. Are you coming today?” Nat asks.

Vince blinks, “I said I would be there Thursday.”

“Today is Thursday Vince.”

Vince pauses and looks over at the glowing blue clock on Dmitri’s nightstand. His eyes fade in and out around the glowing numbers. Eventually, the small 10:43 glows back at him. His brain shifts around his skull like molasses as his thoughts scramble to get into a line.

I was supposed to be there thirty minutes ago.

“Oh shit! Sorry Nat I’ll be there in,” Vince exclaims as he scrambles out of Dmitri’s bed and thinks, shoving brain cells together, “Thirty… forty-five minutes.”

“Vince you can’t make–”

His thumb presses onto the hang up button before Vince realizes Nat started speaking. Falling gracelessly onto the floor, Vince curses under his breath as he scrambles for his drawer of clothes sitting in Dmitri’s dresser. 

Dmitri looks up from the bed and mumbles through the blankets, “Where you going?” 

“I completely forgot I was meeting Nat today,” Vince stumbles over to the door as he throws a jacket on, “I'll be back later!”

“Okay, have a good meeting,” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles as he rolls over in bed.

After just shy of thirty minutes of objectively messy driving, Vince knocks on Nat’s door. She opens the door and blinks, honestly shocked. “How did you manage to make a three hour drive into less than thirty minutes?” 

Nat steps inside and lets Vince walk in behind her. “I drove less than eloquently to get here.”

 She steps back into her kitchen and says, “That is not possible at all even if you speed the entire time.”

“And also I wasn’t at my house,” Vince answers as he shrugs off his coat, “I was at Dmitri’s.”

“Who’s Dmitri?” Nat says as she wraps her hands around a streaming mug on her countertop. The smell of tea ruminates through the room.

“Oh, um, he’s the man I’m seeing right now,” Vince says as he leans against the counter, “He’s my boyfriend. He lives on the other side of this city.”

“Congratulations,” Nat perks up, giving Vince a warm smile, “How long have you two been together?”

“A few months now,” Vince smiles as he looks at his feet. “He’s wonderful. I’ve been staying with him when I’m in between projects.”

Jake steps out from the back and blinks, “How the hell did you get here in thirty minutes?”

“I wasn’t at my house,” Vince repeats. “I was just up late.”

Jake looks back over his shoulder into the deeper parts of the house. Vince watches his expression shift slightly.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Vince steps back towards the door, “I know I’m late and–”

Nat raises his hand, “Both of you were impromptu and this is brief. I can ask you about Dmitri later.”

“Okay so–” Vince starts.

“Wait a damn minute.”

Vince looks over his shoulder and Kauri stands in the doorway to the deeper parts of the house. He leans against the older, simple door frame and blinks, “Is he the Dmitri that’s so tall it’s stupid?” He raises his hand and locks his arm, holding his hand parallel to his head.

Vince nods, “Um, yes. I come up to his collarbone.”

“And he dyes his hair alot?” 

Vince nods.

Kauri pauses and chuckles, a more of a snort than a laugh, “So you’re the reason he’s been out less.”

“I don’t stop him from going places,” Vince mutters.