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

Not the Doorhandle

I was fidgety, to say the least. Luka had invited me to their band rehearsal, but seeing Adrien was almost too much for me. I was pathetic. 

My hands twitched, drumming on the plastic seat beside me. For a second, I locked eyes with Adrien and my brain jumped, thinking his green eyes were shifting to blue. I could tell Luka was trying to get my attention so I looked away from the blonde, and focused on Luka instead. 

"Y/N, are you good, girl?" Alya asked, nudging my arm. She was sitting next to Nino and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. "You look like you're about to faint again." 

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Well, you never know." I shot one last look at Adrien, who had his eyes trained down on the piano music. "I could drop dead in a few minutes. Who knows?" 

Marinette took my offhand comment as a joke and she laughed. "You could be right." Then she leaned over. "I mean, if Luka was looking at me like that I might just have a heart attack," She discreetly, or as discreetly as Marinette can be — gestured to Luka. He was still singing, but his whole gaze was on me. 

It was almost too intimate. Luka had a way of making you feel seen. Transparent. It was a beautiful thing about being around him. I'm sure loving him would increase that feeling by tenfold. 

"He's beautiful," Alya breathed. 

Nino wrinkled his nose. "Alya." 

"Sorry." 

I studied Luka for a second, watching as his fingers danced gracefully along the guitar neck. The sun beat down on him, like a personal spotlight. He was okay, I guess. There was no doubting how...beautiful he was. He was lanky, but graceful, with his limbs always in perfect coordination. His broad shoulders made way for toned arms and the veins running up his arms were always tensed from pressing down on the frets of the guitar. Today, he had his sleeves up, which for some reason made all the girls swoon. 

The only girl who hadn't seemed to notice his...glow per-se, was his sister. Which, obviously, because that would be weird. 

Luka's eyes drifted just behind me and they widened. "Shit. Akuma." He immediately placed the guitar down and turned off the amp. "Guys, we need to get to the hatch." 

I turned around to see a giant version of Kagami storming Paris. I reached for my necklace, and then remembered I didn't have it anymore. "Fuck." I cursed quietly, gathering with the others on the middle of the boat. 

They raced to to the bottom of the boat, but an explosion hit, causing the doors to slam shut before I could get in. 

"Here," Adrien opened the door to a small closet on the side of the boat and I stepped in. I thought that since he was fucking Chat Noir he would've left but instead, he jammed in beside me and shut the door. 

We were submerged in complete darkness. I could almost feel his body inches away from mine. His back was so close to my front that I could feel his body heat. I wondered what it would be like to place my hands against the planes of his back. His shoulders. 

Adrien's breath was shallow and I could nearly make out the outline of his figure. 

"You okay?" He asked, turning around quietly. "I feel like you've been ignoring me." 

"We aren't exactly friends," The words slipped out before I could stop them. "Sorry. That's not what I meant. It's just that..." 

"I get it," Adrien said curtly. He turned around to face me, and his head was just slightly over mine—breath grazing my forehead. "It's fine, Y/N. We don't have to be friends." 

"Adrien, I—" 

I got cut off as something shook the boat and Adrien's body fell forward. His hands landed on the wall on either side of me, and the entire length of him became flush with me. I was suddenly aware of how hard the his chest and stomach felt — toned from all those nights swinging around on his pole. 

One of his hands found the side of my body and he inhaled sharply as I shivered from the contact. His fingers lined up with my ribcage for a millisecond before he moved it back to the wall. I could feel his breathing...his stomach moving against mine, his chest a gentle weight against me. 

His legs were almost tangled with mine and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. His hips made direct contact with mine, lined up like a fucking lego block or some shit. 

"Uh," Adrien cleared his throat awkwardly. He tried to move back, accidentally — or purposefully — grasping the side of my left hip to shift back. His fingers and the palm of his hand fit perfectly in the curve of my waist, and it sent shivers up my back. "Sorry." 

"Yeah," I breathed heavily as his hand left my body. The cold that hit when he pulled away was almost more painful than the reminder that we used to be like this all the time. "It's fine." I paused for a second. "Ladybug...do you think she's okay?" 

Adrien gulped, and I could imagine his eyes widening in the way they always did. "Oh yeah. I'm sure she's fine. She's got — she's got uh, Chat Noir..right?" 

"Mm," I couldn't think of a response to that. He didn't know that I knew. He couldn't know that I knew. I shouldn't know. "Yeah. She's got her...trusty Cat boyfriend." I don't know why I had just said that. 

"Chat Noir isn't dating Ladybug," Adrien bristled, and his entire body stiffened. 

"Yeah?" I challenged. "How do you know?" 

"She's not his type." Adrien's voice sounded exasperated. "Just trust me on this, Y/N. I know my Chat lore." 

"Oh, I don't doubt that," I grinned. "Obsessing over superhero's could definitely be one of your pastimes." 

Adrien leaned over me, his forehead an inch away from mine. "You got confident all of a sudden." He tipped my chin up, an all too familiar move. "What are your pastimes, Y/N?" 

The question was so simple, but the way he said my name made my cheeks heat up. 

"Getting stuck in tight spaces with annoying blondes," I muttered under my breath, moving my hand forward to feel for the door. 

I grasped something that was not the doorhandle. It just happened to...happened...to be at the same level. 

Adrien let out a breath that sounded like a tiny moan — more of a grunt than a moan. The...doorhandle...what I thought was the doorhandle twitched. 

I withdrew my hand. Feeling more and more humiliated by the second. 

Adrien opened his mouth to say something, but then a sliver of light appeared and the door was swung open by no one other than Marinette Dupain Cheng. A triumphant look was on her face, but it changed when she saw us. 

"Shit, shit, sorry," She backed up. "Um. Yeah. Call me, Y/N." Her face was bright red. 

"Mari—-wait!" 

She was already gone. 

Adrien was still smirking slightly. "Okay, Y/N, I know what you meant when you said you didn't want to be friends." 

"Huh?" I raised my eyebrows as the sun lit up his entire face, along with his smile. His lips curved up teasingly and his green eyes glinted. 

"A different kind of friendship, darling?" Adrien had recovered his equilibrium well after I accidentally grabbed his...well...yeah. 

He smirked before backing out of the closet. 

Well. So much for avoiding him.