Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 37: The Triumph of Truth (Part 1)

The international airport was fairly empty as you dispatched your luggage. The early morning sunlight entered the place from the ceiling, creating a ghostly atmosphere. A few tourists were getting ready to leave, all carrying plastic bags filled with souvenirs. A child ran across the large corridor, their steps echoing as their father chased after them. You gave the kid a smile as you passed by them. Maybe Adrien's plan wouldn't be needed after all.

Said plan was fairly simple. You would get into the plane first and pretend you didn't know the model. All that to make sure that you weren't involved in another scandal. If even one photo was leaked of you beside Adrien in an airport, things could go downhill quickly. You preferred not to have a bunch of paparazzi and reporters running after you again, so you had agreed with the plan.

Why does Adrien have to be a famous supermodel? You let out a sigh as you walked to the boarding gate entrance, where you were supposed to meet him. When you found out Chat and Adrien were the same person, you had felt an array of different emotions, but at the time, you hadn't thought about how that would affect your life. It was just after he mentioned his plan that you realized: you'd have to keep your relationship a secret. If the press found out that you were going out with Adrien and Chat Noir, both of your lives would become hell. They could even begin to speculate that they were the same person and that wasn't good. The ring would stop them from finding the truth, but what if they stalked Adrien around and caught him transforming?

It was dilemma after dilemma. If you had known last year that having the cat boy as your muse would bring all these complications in your life, you probably wouldn't have asked him to pose for you. The moment this thought took shape, images of Chat came to your mind. The way he laughed, the softness in his gaze when he looked at you... You shook your head, a small smile on your lips. Who were you kidding? You would have asked him anyway.

Your steps slowed to a stop when you spotted a commotion ahead of you. Five or six paparazzi were taking pictures of a familiar blonde as he posed for a selfie with a girl. Well... Apparently, the plan was needed after all.

Adrien's eyes met yours for a brief moment and he gave you a curt nod. You nodded back and turned away as he began to walk in the direction you came, leading the paparazzi away from you.

You took a deep breath as you headed to the international boarding gate, hearing the clicks of the cameras fading away. This is insane.

A yawn left your lips as you got comfortable on your seat and looked through the small window of the plane, seeing workers walking around the runway. The trip would be quite long, so you hoped you would be able to sleep. The old lady by the window seat was already snoring and the plane hadn't even taken off yet.

You glanced at the torn flight ticket in your hand. Adrien had bought the ticket for you after insisting that he had to make things right after what had happened. You had refused for half an hour, but finally gave up and let him buy it. He said it wasn't expensive, but looking at the location printed on the ticket in your hand, you doubted that.

Mauritius Islands.

You had no idea why Adrien had chosen the place, but he had organized everything: the hotel, the food, the transportation, everything. 'Leave it to me', he had said with puppy eyes, and so you did, but you warned him that it would be the last time. You liked to pay for your own things. There was something rewarding in being able to provide for yourself. You felt like you were in control of your own life and it gave you confidence that you could succeed being an artist, unlike your family insisted.

"Sorry, that's my seat," a guy said, pointing to the place by your left.

"Oh, of course." You got up and looked around as you waited for the guy to accommodate himself.