Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 59: The Lovers

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A/N: The needlessly detailed smut has arrived (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ thank you all for the warm welcome back darlings! I had no idea you guys would like the proposal so much! you never fail to make me smile with your comments in all caps and kind words. You make writing this story worth it. Thank you, I love you 💘

As for this chapter, I had sooo many ideas, but I had to delete some parts or it'd become a smut fest lmaooo (not that some of you would mind am I right)

oh, and just an FYI since I've noticed some comments regarding this. I try to be somewhat realistic with the smut I write, but do keep in mind that it's still fiction and reality can be quite different, especially regarding the use of condoms. I do not recommend having condomless sex with someone without knowing if they're clean of STDs, and you can still get pregnant if you take the pill. Anyway, sex ed is now over, so let's proceed to the story, shall we?

enjoy!!

Glossary:
- Italian:
Cuore mio - my heart
Farfalla - butterfly

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"Run!" You yelled as you pulled the painter by the hand, dodging the puddles on the gravel path. You cackled as he cursed; he had probably stepped in one. The rain grew heavier, and you could feel it drenching your hair. "Quicker!"

"I'm not as fast as you!" He yelled back, holding his hat tightly against his head.

"Fear not, cuore mio." You stopped and swept him into your arms with a swift movement before resuming running again. He shrieked as you laughed, picking up the pace.

You were both breathless as you stopped in front of the small building. Around you, the rain covered everything, making it impossible to see the green hills.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the water.

"You're insane," he said, laughter lacing his words.

You watched as he opened the door, his long hair sticking to his face. Some wet parts of his clothes clung to his body, revealing the rigid muscles underneath. You had missed him.

"So you have a whole workshop for yourself now, huh?" You said, taking off your dirty boots and walking inside. "Did Lorenzo ask for you yet?"

He chuckled as he followed you. "No, not yet. I'm not that good."

You frowned. "What are you talking about? Look at all this!"

You motioned to the many paintings that filled the room, one more beautiful than the other. He had improved a lot during the time you had been separated.

He was silent for a moment. "Why did you come back?" A few seconds passed. You didn't look at him. "You know Farfalla's looking for you."

"I missed you," you said, and you thought it was enough. For you, it was more than enough.

You didn't wait for his response and turned to some charcoal sketches on the wall instead. "What is this for?" The drawings were twice your height, towering over you in their elegance and rough lines.

The echo of his steps mixed with the sound of the rain outside as he stepped closer to you. "Just some studies for the fresco of the new chapel."

"I envy you," you murmured, following the charcoal lines with your eyes. You didn't dare touch them. "Your hands create such beautiful things and mine... they just destroy."

He grabbed your gloved hand in his. "Destruction is natural, it's a part of life. Life and death. Creation and destruction. Both complete each other." No one had ever said that to you, that your power wasn't a curse. You wanted to believe him. "Didn't you say there was a guy that could create things out of thin air?"