The cat and the canary (Chat NoirXReader)

A bird in her cage

A/n: This beginning is just to kinda get the ball rolling. Sorry if it's a little slow, but I'm new to writing fan fictions, so please bear with me :) Other than that, please enjoy!

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  'You know, I like my independence and all, I mean, what teenager doesn't? But a 17 year old on her way to Paris, France - alone? Not the kind of independence I had had in mind.' The inside of your head had been rattling with thoughts like this since your father had told you what you were going to be doing. Moving to Paris. Finding the other two miraculous holders and to report back after. Nothing further until then.

Looking out the window, the night sky surrounded the plane and the lights of the city shone below. Paris. It was more beautiful than the pictures in your guidebook or online could have ever given credit for. Your brush your (h/c) bangs out of your face as a symbolic structure comes into view. The Eiffel tower. It was especially captivating. The lights gave a warm glow to your face and you were pretty stoked to know you were going to live so close to it while you were here. But to your dismay, this wasn't just some fun little field trip. Even though you were being entrusted on this mission, your father still deeply cared for you and your education and so you would be attending a nearby high school for your junior year here as well. He would have come here with you, but his health wouldn't allow him to travel such a long distance. He wasn't in danger of dying per say, but his health has been poor since he was a child, so he didn't want to take his chances. But he raised you to know how to handle yourself, you knew what you were doing. Being super thankful to have taken French in your previous high school classes, you were confident in your ability to at least navigate the town. As the plane touched down the gravity of the situation hit you hard. You'd be alone for the first time ever, in a different country. You were scared and the tears welled in your eyes. But quickly they were wiped away. Don't panic. You can do this. Just breathe...

After exiting the plane you waited to grab your luggage. You were fidgeting, pulling a string out of the cuff of your sweater in anxiousness. Was dad too trusting in your ability to do this? You certainly felt like he was. Shaking it off, you spotted your bags and suitcase and went to grab them. Your dad had set it up to where a friend, actually an old colleague of his from his old line of work would be able to pick you up and take you where you needed to go. You felt hesitant about the situation at hand until you finally met her. She was a strong but gentle looking middle aged woman. She smiled at you when you noticed the sign in her hand with your name on it in immaculate writing.

"Are you (y/n)?" she asked in a confident voice.

"Ah-um yes, yes I am. You're Ms. Marigold, right?" you respond sheepishly. She smiled and nodded. The knowing look she gave afterwards told you that she understood and sympathised with your anxiousness. The both of you head out to her car making small talk and moving through the motions of introductions. She spoke French as well as English, but spoke in French to help you get accustomed to it. The ride was mostly quiet, save for the light shower starting as you drove and the low hum of a French pop song on the radio. You rode up to a small apartment complex about three blocks from the school you were attending. Nice! Now you can sleep in a little longer than you could at home during the school year.

As Marigold pulled into a parking space right outside the main office of the apartment complex you had the urge to ask her something.

"Ms. Marigold?" You say only a notch above a whisper.

"Yeah?" She said, turning to look with a concerned and almost motherly look, which slowly melted into a comforting smile as she inquired about your question. For a moment, you hesitated. The question was kinda pushing the boundaries, considering the fact that this woman, although entrusted with your well being, was still a stranger. You ask it anyway.

"Why can't I live with you o-or something?... wouldn't that be easier?" Your words start to die down and retreat as tears start to form in your eyes. The prospect of living alone was much scarier than you'd originally thought. Marigold turns back, sitting forward and reclining a little in her seat. She'd probably expected that question. You would never know this, but if she wasn't in the line of work she was currently still in, maybe that would've worked. But maybes don't get you far when the decisions are already made and in motion. She turned to you, smiling a small, sad smile.

"It's not something i'm really able to discuss with you, but it seems my line of work wouldn't allow it. I'm sorry dear." You looked her in the eyes, silence but understanding between the two of you. You nod at her as your answer and exit the car, heading to the trunk to geb your luggage. You both go into the lobby and Marigold flashes an ID card of sorts to the man at the desk. He silently hands her a set of keys and bids you both a goodnight. You both head up the stairs, seeing as you only live on the third floor. The hall is carpeted and looks inviting with the warm shade of green that it is. The building itself seems almost like a hotel, just not as immaculate as one. You both walk up to your door and Marigold unlocks it, having a small issue when the key gets stuck but quickly prys it out. She mumbles something about going to talk to the landlord about that before she goes. She walks into your new bedroom and sets your stuff on a bed that's already made with lavender comforter and matching sheets as well as some teal pillows. You get a little teary eyed again, glad that your dad took care of this stuff already. You and Marigold go about unpacking your clothes and setting your belongings up, including pictures of your old friends and family. Marigold tells you she'll be back at ten in the morning to help get groceries and other necessities, gives you her number, then leaves. You sit on your bed, thinking of all that's happening. You were entrusted to find these two Parisian heros, but your dad never said exactly why. You were supposed to get 'in' with them. But you didn't understand what the big deal of having to move here for an indefinite amount of time was for. Feeling restless after the flight, you stand up, almost immediately noticing something off

"Jewel??" Jewel where are you?" You search around for your kwami in a panic, until she pops out of the wrapped up scarf in your tote bag.

"Took ya long enough to look for me!" Jewel jabs while sticking her tongue out. You roll your eyes. Dealing with Jewel was like having a sibling, not that you particularly wanted that experience, but hey, it's whatever. Jewel floats up to your face, nuzzling your cheek.

"Only kidding (Y/n)!" She looks at you with her sparking earthy eyes and you just start laughing. The trip was a little stressful but you were so glad to not be alone. With your renewed sense of vigor, you decide you want to explore tonight. Seeing the look on your face, Jewel raises a brow and gestures towards your alarm clock, which chided you with a vibrant blue and blinking 11:30. It also reminds you that you had to be up and ready to go at 10 tomorrow. With a roll of your eyes you tell Jewel a little look-see at the town would be harmless. She relents and with a grin you call out.

"Jewel! Transform me!" In a flash, she's spun into the feather pendant hanging around your neck and a yellow light snakes from your neck to your fingertips and toes. Your ensemble is a vibrant yellow with orange claws on your fingers, attached to similar padding on the palms. A yellow mask comes down to a peak that sticks a small way past your nose. You grin and turn out the lights in your room as you make your way to the windowsill. You open the window and lean out with eyes closed, smelling the rejuvenating air filled with the light rain's scent. You open your eyes, (e/c) sparkling, drinking in the light of the city in front of you. You leap out and onto a rooftop, bounding with no inhibitions as you soar through the air, building to building, all while being followed by a pair of cerulean eyes, brimming with curiosity.

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If you've made it here, thank you so very much! I had this idea for a little while now, but never thought I'd do anything with it. This is kind of a sample to see if you like my writing style/to see if there's enough positive feedback to continue the story. So don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I love any and all forms of criticisms! Thank you all so much! 

- Elise