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

Mostly

Though the storm had mostly cleared, droplets of water still fell from the cloudy skies. Funny, it wasn't as if the sky was weeping, it was as if the sky was releasing a cluster of  happy tears. Raindrops trickled aimlessly down the Eiffel Tower, collecting in scattered puddles down below. 

Chat Noir leaned against the railing, heavily resting most of his weight on his elbows as he scanned the Parisians down below. His hair had been wind dried, and there were still patches of wet marks on his suits that hadn't quite dried yet. 

Impassively, he turned to look at me. "Are you getting deja vu yet?" 

I faced towards him, my back pressed up against the railing. In all honesty, I couldn't say I was experiencing deja vu so much as a sense of things being clicked back into place. It was safe to say that the universe had finally forgiven me for whatever wrong I'd done that had sent me spiraling into a world of false memories. 

"It doesn't feel like it's already happened," I lamented. "It's happening now." 

Chat Noir dipped his head slightly. "I guess." 

Even so, looking at Chat Noir gave me deja vu. He was here, in the flesh, just as he'd always been. Although I'd been gone, lost in another world, and although I'd been corrupted at a time by Hawkmoth, he remained here. Like a sturdy lifeboat against the strenuous sea of life. 

"I can't say there's much I don't remember anymore," I pressed on. "Us. Here. It was darker then, though." 

"By darker, do you mean how we were, or the sky?" 

"Both." 

"You're probably right about that." Chat Noir lifted his chin so that his face was angled up at the sky. I could see the outline of his now sullen face, the edge of his jaw, and the light refracting off of his green eyes. "Raven, or, should I say, Y/N?" 

I wasn't surprised that he knew my identity. Even though the events of my death, the fatal Cataclysm, and my eventual return to Paris were convoluted, the one thing that remained the same was him and I. 

Me and him against the world. 

"Either is fine." I smiled, dimly. "I'm not really sure which one, or who I am anymore." 

"For that, I'm truly sorry," Chat Noir responded, earnestly. "And I think it's only fair that you know who I am. Or, remember who I am, that is." 

He caught my attention with that sentence. Chat Noir took a quick step forward. He faced me directly, and though he was only a few inches taller than me, he seemed so much further away than before. 

We had both changed plenty, over the years. I wished that we had changed together. 

"Claws in." 

"Let's rest." 

I caught Vector in my hands, the same moment Chat Noir's kwami, who I remembered to be Plagg, landed woozily on his shoulder. 

Adrien Agreste. 

His demeanor had noticeably changed. From the cocky, know-it-all model, to the fearless superhero, and now this. It was like I didn't know him at all, and yet he was the only person I felt I truly needed. 

A person who I could belong with so fully that it didn't even matter what separated us. Time, distance, hell, even realities. It was always us, from the very beginning. From the moment we became enemies, to letting down our guards into a careful friendship. Torn apart again and again, this, we came back to each other. 

"Are you disappointed?" Adrien raised an eyebrow. His eye-contact was gentle, as if he was letting me get used to who he was underneath the mask. "Surprised, maybe?" 

"No, I know you," I said simply. The statement was completely true. "I've always known you, Agreste." 

His lips turned up in a subtle smile. "I hope you like what you know about me." 

"Mostly." 

Adrien laughed. 

"I mostly like you too."