A/N: Well, well, WELL, well, WELL, WELL, WELLL, well, WELLL.
Missed me~? ,':D
"Cause there's a man overboard
And the tides gonna drag him down
If there's a man in the clouds
Then tell me where the hell is he now"
Good Intentions - Dappy
Pairing - Mariblanc
Prompt - 'Ice'
~(x)~
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She didn't know what exactly to predict or what to prepare herself for if she were to ever face him again.
But...
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She certainly wasn't expecting this.
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His lips upon hers were like the soft flutters of a delicate butterfly wing; cold, striking yet fleeting. Still, it sent an electrifying sensation throughout her whole body in an instant and fired her blood up with indescribable feelings despite the dead contrast of the thrilling iciness from his mouth.
She was addicted.
His touch was like the claws of death with a murderous miasma of cursed auras but the firm grip he had on her chin and the way he rubbed her skin sent an array of goosebumps down the back of her neck. Like the sweetest drop of precious nectar in a pool of the most dangerous, fatal acid in the world.
She was enthralled.
And he knew that he had the power to captivate her to the point where she would wordlessly do his bidding for the rest of eternity in this cruel, cruel world.
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However, before she could even do as much as blink, Chat Blanc pulled away.
His dark lashes fluttered open to reveal blues that could rival the ferocious ocean and the stormy skies. The reflection of her dishevelled face was stark and clear upon his eyes like a mirror.
He was horrifically deadly, extremely terrifying and even dreadfully menacing. One switch of his mood and she could potentially be turned to ashes or even erased from existence in the snap of his fingers.
So why did Marinette's heart continue to dance and race within her chest?
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"Heh...just as sweet as I remembered it to be," The Akuma purred, licking his lower lip and never averting his gaze from her glittering baby blues.
'Remembered it to be...?'
"But I'm not done with you yet." This time he brought forward both of his hands and cupped her face before crashing their lips together with much less finesse and certainly not as innocent as the last.
Marinette felt like she was submerged in a lake full of ice but simultaneously burning with every single desire she ever felt in her lifetime in this brutal, harsh kiss alone.
It was nothing like the sudden, deep kisses Adrien has launched when an Akuma attack got too close to her for comfort, cradling her entire body against his to remind himself she was alive. It was nothing like the passionate, sweeter kisses Chat Noir peppered her with under the moonlight with La Tour Eiffel as their only eyewitness, his hands lovingly roaming in areas that then consequently lead to amorous, steamy nights in her bedroom.
And it was nothing like the soft, innocent good morning kisses they'd share the day after which then always led to another round of some delicious lovemaking-
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Wait.
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The designer practically ripped her mouth away from him, trying not to shudder at the minuscule string of saliva that connected between their lips and then snapped like a string of silver and the way his pupils were blown wide to the point where only a ring of blue surrounded it.
"Those memories...where did they come from!?" She demanded, unflinching despite still being in her corrupted partner's hold and his expression continuing to be unreadable.
Then, his grip softened and trailed to her waist, bringing Marinette into his arms as he hid his face in the crook of her neck. Helpless, all she could do was grip his shoulders as she patiently waited for the poor boy's response. When he still didn't utter a word and carried on holding her tight, she poked further in hopes of getting an answer.
"Chaton...tu es mon Chaton...non?" First, she felt him stiffen up, sending her heart to overdrive but then she also felt him nod as he lifted his face to meet her gaze.
"I remembered everything, My Lady," His sad little blues shimmered with tears that begged to be shed but then they froze and turned into glaciers of sheer anger and contempt. She couldn't help but realise that it wasn't directed at her. "And I'll make sure you'll remember it all too." His words were no more than a low, growly hiss as she found herself pushed to the ground and her lips devoured by his anew.
Hands met hands.
He's Adrien Agreste and he's her Chat Noir.
Lips met lips.
They were so in love once upon a time and their lives never had been sweeter as soon as their walls came down.
Skin met skin.
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Oh.
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It was never their love that destroyed the world.
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It was Gabriel Agreste.
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~(x)~
A/N: I hope it's clear enough of what exactly is happening here :D
But if you didn't understand:
Chat Noir got akumatised again as Chat Blanc for X reason but this brought back memories from the other timeline. He found Marinette and kissed her in order to make her remember it too. The more they kiss, the more they remember. And of course, I had him butter her toast too :)