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

Executing the Gameplan

It was easy enough for me to pretend to know what I was doing as a superhero, or supervillain. All I had to do, was wear the suit, the mask, and fly around doing Hawkmoth's bidding (or Chat Noir and Ladybug's). 

Now that I had a real job — real as it can be, that is — the weight of Paris felt like it was sitting on my shoulders. And it was pretty damn heavy. 

The 'gameplan', as Marinette continued to call it, was simple enough. 

1. Adrien would return to the Agreste Mansion. 

2. He unlocks his bedroom window, and I would come in from above, going through Adrien's room. 

3. Adrien distracts his father while Ladybug takes the butterfly miraculous. I guess at this point I either become wallpaper, or much needed back up. 

4. Hawkmoth dies? Or is powerless as Gabriel Agreste? That part was unclear. 

5. Paris lives happily ever after. 

100. Adrien and I get married and have a hamster named — 

"Y/N, are you even paying attention?" Ms. Mendeliev snapped at me. "I expect you to at least put in fifty percent effort in this class. This is not a TV show, you know. You can't just zone out and then go party — expecting to graduate." 

"I'm paying attention," I argued. "Can't I take a two minute brain break? You know, I expect you to put at least fifty percent effort into making this lesson worth my time." 

And that's how I found myself in the principals office. 

Or it would've been, if I had actually gone. 

Adrien and Marinette met me outside the school about five minutes later. To any onlookers, it was as if we were just cutting third period. To us, we were about to save the entirety of Paris. 

To Vector, it was just another Tuesday afternoon.

"Girl...this whole shenanigans is giving...new era," he crowed. "I love this new look for you, it's just so...girlboss!" 

"Your Kwami's weird," Marinette raised an eyebrow. 

"Hey, Vector's an icon," Adrien defended. "Also, I never really understood why Tikki isn't an actual ladybug. She looks like that creature from Barbie Mariposa." 

"You watched Barbie Mariposa?" I inquired. 

"We watched it together!" 

"Oh yeah." 

_ 

The Agreste Mansion had never been so intimidating. In all the time that I had lived in Paris, it was always looked upon as something to revel. To cower in the presence of such a fine establishment. 

Adrien looked at it as if it was a smushed bug on the sidewalk. He had crept up on my left side, his arm pressed against mine where we stood. 

"I don't miss this place," he spoke. "It was never really my home." A sad, but meaningful expression crossed his face. "I guess it'll be weird to know that it's empty for good." 

"Hey, we don't know what's going to happen to him," I reminded Adrien. "We don't know how sick he is from your cataclysm." 

"Yeah, I mean," Marinette scratched her head, "we could just end up with one lonely old man. All alone in his mansion. Powerless, for good." 

"No." All signs of sadness left Adrien's face. It was replaced with that hardened anger I'd come to see far too often. "I'm not leaving here until he's dead."

Marinette and I stole glances at each other. Whether it was concern, or agreement, I'm not sure either of us really knew. 

"This is it, then." Kind of breathless, Marinette took a step forward. "This ends it all." 

"Claws out." 

"Spots on." 

"Let's fly." 

_ 

When I took my place at the top of the tree — the one directly across from Adrien's bedroom window, I realized he must have sat here in his free time. 

Poems, songs, and melodies on sheet music were tucked away into the hollow of the tree. I plucked one out. 

Little kitty on a roof 

All alone without his lady 

He must have written these after he got his Miraculous. I could imagine him, sitting by himself, scribbling away on a piece of paper. It was melancholic, but beautiful at the same time. 

I glanced over at the window. It was still closed. That meant that Adrien hadn't yet gotten past Gabriel. They were either talking, fighting, or hadn't ran into each other yet. I wasn't sure which outcome was the preferred one, but I was leaning towards the last option. 

Adrien appeared in his window then, darting out from behind a curtain and flipping the latch. He looked around before he did so, disappearing back into the darkness of the room before I could so much as wave at him. 

It was time. 

I spread my wings, fluttering somewhat anxiously as I settled on his bedroom window sill. Hesitating, I pushed it open, and slipped inside. 

What greeted my eyes was nothing short of a horror movie.