"the moth's apprentice" chat noir x y/n

'Watermelon slut'

"RA-V-EN," His words shot a dagger through my eardrum. I held the phone further away from my ear, wincing. The showers were empty after practice, as the rest of the team was already in their morning classes. "What is so important that it has occupied your time this morning?" 

Shit. I was supposed to join him for the next akumatization. According to the Great Hawkmoth, I was better at sensing negative emotion than him. Courtesy of my 'unfortunate empathy', he calls it. 

"I was at uh — sports — things," I mentally prepared myself for another bout of screaming. Instead, there was a prolonged sigh from the other end of the phone. "Sorry." 

I nearly heard Hawkmoth rolling his eyes. "I don't care what you have, sports or not. Come now." 

I hung up the phone, packing my stuff into my locker. Going to class was never at the top of my list anyhow. Passing school wasn't a top priority, since when Hawkmoth took over the world I could basically go to whatever university I wanted. I know, my morals have been entirely corrupted. 

I could hear Vector flitting around in my bag. He popped his head out. "Uh-oh, Y/N, doesn't sound like Hawky-baby is very happy with you right now." 

"Shut the fuck up Vector." 

Carefully, I poked his fluffy raven-head back down into my bag and sealed it. He zoomed out in front of me, phasing right through the canvas material of my  bag like it was nothing. 

"Tut tut tut," he said, feathers ruffled. "You need me, remember kid? We're in this together." He checked his nails. "Girl, I'm due for a manicure. This  bag-shoving is really not good for my it-bird lifestyle. Hashtag Justice for Kwami's." 

I sighed, staring at him and wondering why I didn't get a normal Kwami. 

"Vector, let's fly." 

A couple minutes later, I was in Hawkmoth's lair. He looked very displeased, though that was his face a 100% of the time. 

"I sense something, but I'm not sure it's enough," Hawkmoth stared off into the distance like the evil villain he was. "It is coming from a teenager." 

"As per use," I rocked back and forth on my heels, staring out the pentagon window. "I can feel it too," I admitted. "And I think it's coming from Luka Couffeine." 

What I failed to add is that Luka and I had previously been...involved. And I'd failed to contact him after our 'involvement'. 

"Ah yes, the Couffeine boy is most angsty," Hawkmoth said in an unbothered and uninterested tone. "I find it comes with playing the guitar." 

He started the akuma sequence and after he was finished, he stared at me. "You know what to do." 

It was going to be another long day. 

I hopped out the exit, flying through the sky. My wings weren't as weighed down as they had been yesterday. 

The air was crisp and the wind cut at my face like little slivers. The Paris horizon seemed to stretch out forever. I could see the tiny outline of Chat Noir and Ladybug at the peak of the Eiffel Tower. They seemed to be having a moment. 

Perfect. 

I only caught their attention as I flew past them, purposely spinning spirals in the air directly in front of them. 

Ladybug shot her yo-yo out in a lazy attempt to catch me, but I ducked and it got caught on a telephone pole. 

"You're a real bitch, Raven," Ladybug screamed at me, her dulcet tones echoing through Paris. 

"At least I'm not a WATERMELON SLUT!" 

Chat Noir, who was still sitting beside her, muffled a laugh. He stood to his feet, twirling around twice on his pole. The rumors of his pole-dancing had reached a peak last summer when the Ladyblog posted a video of him fake-stripping on his metal pole. 

"Aren't you supposed to be doing a job?" I reminded the spotted girl as I landed ten feet away from them. "The akuma's about to— you know—akumatize someone." I grinned. "But hey, you could make my job a lot easier and just give me your miraculous." 

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Chat Noir narrowed his eyes, though they were still full of mischief. "Take them back to your fucking Moth-daddy." 

"Hey, at least I have a daddy," I shot back without thinking. Chat Noir looked slightly stunned for a second. 

"I do SO have a DAD—" 

"Shut up," Ladybug hissed at him. "Just shut up both of you." She stalked towards me, her pigtails swinging. "I am so sick and tired of you, Raven." 

"Aww, boo hoo," I wrinkled my nose. "No one gives a shit, Ladybug. We play this game every week. It's getting old."  

She swung her yo-yo at me again, and this time it wrapped around my body several times, trapping my arms to my sides. For a minute, she managed to look smug before I spread my wings, snapping the strings in half. 

"Oops," I said mockingly. "Guess you're yo-yo-less until you Miraculous Ladybug this whole shit show, right?" 

Ladybug seethed, taking a running start. I crouched as she leapt. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chat Noir enjoying the show. 

"I could get used to watching this," he said. 

"Yeah, yeah, finish jerking off and then help me," Ladybug muttered. 

I slid under her roundhouse kick, attempting to sweep her leg. She rolled over my outstretched foot, hopping nimbly to her feet. 

"LADYBUG, LOOK OUT!" Chat Noir shouted, this time, engaged as another supervillain joined the fight. He was on my side, obviously. 

The Akumatized victim (aka Luka) (aka my ex), wielded his guitar as a weapon. He strummed several chords, which rang loudly. Ladybug winced, clapping her hands to her ears. Bolts of knives shaped like musical notes shot out from the guitar, flying straight for her. She ducked just in time, and they circled back towards Chat Noir. 

He deflected them, flying towards me, claws outstretched. His impact on my body sent us both flying to the ground and over the side of the building. My wings caught me, but I couldn't support the weight of both of us. 

"Let go of me, you pathetic kitten," I retorted, clawing at his arms as we rolled slowly through the air. He gripped my waist tightly, one arm clamping firmly around my back. 

I outstretched my leg, kneeing him in the crotch and he winced in pain, loosening his grip. Almost comically, I kicked him away with the other foot and he tumbled through the air. He was going to hit the ground. 

Chat's always landed on their feet though, right? 

"Fuck." I looked at Ladybug who was occupied with evil guitar guy. 

And then I made my choice, flying down towards Chat Noir. I grabbed his arm, breaking both our impacts on the ground. We both smacked the pavement considerably lighter, rolling right into oncoming traffic. 

"Raven, you dumb bitch—" He gasped before pulling me out of the way of the car. "I hate you." 

"I saved your life," I breathed heavily. 

He stood up quickly. "Are you crazy? Why would you do that?" 

"...thank you?" 

"No, shut up and listen," he narrowed his eyes. "What if Hawkmoth saw that?" 

"You're overreacting—" I rolled my eyes. "This is just a game, and I'm just playing with you." 

"This isn't a game, Raven, this is real," Chat Noir stood to his full height, and took a step towards me. I felt my heart beating in my chest. He reached out, and lifted my chin slightly. Not in a rough way, but certainly not gently. "This is real life, and we are not on the same side." 

His green eyes were heavy. "You should've let me die."