Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 33: Mist (Part 1)

A/N: I have a lewd meter on ao3, so I guess I'll use it here as well lol the amount of lenny faces is how lewd the chapter is. 5 is extremely lewd HAH

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You flew from one side to the other, eyeing the lights from the sugar mill from afar. Where is he?

You heard footsteps behind you and a boy appeared behind the dense foliage, his skin dark as the night sky. "It's time, Plagg. We need to go."

"This is dangerous, Gana." You flew closer, checking the tropical forest behind the boy to make sure no one had followed him. "Even with my power, there are too many guards around the farm. They're waiting for you."

"I need to get the others out of there, Plagg." Gana stared forward at the large farm on top of the hill. "They're my friends, my people."

Since getting the ring and being able to escape the sugar plantation, Gana hadn't stopped talking about going back. You had been able to convince him to wait, to find another way, and he listened for a while, going around the state freeing other slaves. The law was already on your tails thanks to your last operation, a few days back. Cat demon, that's what the slave owners called you.

"You could die," you said, your voice sounding small.

Gana looked at his hands for a moment, calloused and scarred palms from working under the harsh sun every single day. Scars marked his dark skin, painful remembrances of how his life used to be. The boy raised his head, and from his furrowed brow to his fierce gaze, you could see his determination. He wouldn't back down.

"That's nothing. If I die, it'll be for the freedom of my people." He closed his hands in fists, the miraculous ring glinting in the moonlight. "And I'm ready to make that sacrifice."

With a sigh, you looked up at the night sky, asking the stars to weave the threads of destiny differently this time. You doubted they would listen. They never did.

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You slowly opened your eyes, your head spinning. The sleep mask had fallen from your face, but all you could see were blobs of color. You rubbed your eyes and squinted at your surroundings. The first rays of sunrise were touching the curtains and the empty spot on the bed by your side.

You touched the cold sheets. Chat was gone, but the dream you just had... It had been about Plagg, hadn't it? How was it possible? You hadn't touched the miraculous ring this time, Chat wasn't even by your side.

Your head throbbed and you put a hand on your temple, massaging the spot. Your whole body felt exhausted, like you had run miles and miles non-stop. With a groan, you lay down again, hoping sleep would get rid of the upcoming headache.

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"That's an excellent drawing," Mrs. Boucher said behind your shoulder.

You turned around to face her, stopping the pastel pencil from touching the paper. "Oh, thank you, professor."

You were standing in front of a metal easel while Marius posed in the middle of the room. The chairs and tables had been pushed to the corners of the classroom, leaving space for the students to arrange themselves.

Mrs. Boucher motioned with her head to the right. "You and Mr. Agreste over there are doing very well. I look forward to seeing your final project."

You let out an awkward chuckle, glancing at Adrien. He was lost in his drawing, a smile playing on his lips.

"Congrats!" Julien said in a small voice to you, giving you a thumbs up. It was quite rare to receive a compliment from Mrs. Boucher, so you understood his excitement.