A/N: Felt like writing angst again, of course its gonna be Chat Blanc and a poor traumatized Marinette. Enjoy! :D
It was a cool evening, but his arms around her allowed Marinette to feel none of the chill.
Paris was quiet, a serene city plagued by chaos and nightmares during the day to be granted some respite in the evenings.
Sometimes, Marinette wished this moment could last forever.
The warmth of her kitty left her when he stood up, standing on top of her balcony railing and offering her his hand with a kind smile. "Just say the word princess and I'll grant you any wish."
A smile lit up her face and Marinette took Chat Noir's offered hand. "Silly kitty, what if I ask for something impossible?"
Chat Noir leaned his head down, grabbing both of her hands into his own to pepper gentle kisses on her knuckles. "I would even give you the moon."
Marinette smiled, leaning in to kiss him sweetly when ice rushed down her spine like lightning.
The moon.
Behind Chat Noir, the image of the brightly shining moon flickered.
Distorted.
Disappeared.
"No."
Something snapped, a distant image filled Marinette's mind.
A dream.
A vision.
A memory.
The warmth of her evening date with Chat Noir disappeared, replaced by the rush of harsh winter prickling her skin like sharp blades.
A soft thud behind her alerted her of another's presence and when Marinette turned around, she swore the cold around her froze her very blood.
Standing before her isn't Chat Noir anymore, but Chat Blanc.
Striking green eyes became piercingly blue, betraying the pain and anger that consumed him. That plagued him.
Chat Blanc offered Marinette his hand, a distorted mirror image of her kitty from mere moments before. But his smile was pained, drawn tight over the corners, all teeth.
No warmth.
"I did good, didn't I?" his words struck her chest like a physical blow.
"…What?" Marinette shook her head, the burn in her eyes worsening when she spotted the rising water consuming the buildings. The floating bodies.
A haunting laugh.
"Here purrincess, I gave you the moon. I did good, didn't I?"
A dull thumping sound echoes in Marinette's ears and she realized Chat Blanc had grabbed one of her hands, like Chat Noir had done, only he didn't kiss her hands, he pressed them over his heart. Each pulse a reminder of the agony that coursed through his veins, a desolate existence, where warmth and life have been extinguished, replaced by the unbearable chill that grips him from within.
A chill that threatened to consume her whole.
Marinette wrenched her hand away, stumbling backward.
Chat Blanc's eyes narrowed at Marinette's silence and actions. He crawled towards her form on the ground, claws digging into her arms as he gripped her close. "I did good, didn't I?! Wasn't this what you wanted?!"
His maniacal laughter drowned out all the alarm bells ringing in her mind, the icy shower covering her body replaced with the white-hot pain of Chat Blanc's claws digging into her arms.
His shoulders suddenly slumped low, the world was silent until Chat Blanc lifted his head again, stark white hair falling into icy blue eyes.
Hollow.
"I said I did good, isn't that right, little bug?" Chat Blanc traced his fingers across her jaw and gripped her chin, the claws nicking her skin, a river of blood trailing down her neck.
Chat Blanc licked his lips at that, Marinette swallowed thickly.
"I did everything you told me to, Marinette!" Chat Blanc's voice filled with malice as it taunted her.
This is all your fault!
When Marinette found her world changing again, she woke up in her room, her bed damp with cold sweat.
When her eyes landed on Tikki sleeping peacefully, her body finally relaxed, evidence that her recurring nightmare didn't turn into reality.
Again.
Gazing out through her window, Marinette's gaze stayed transfixed on the source of the white glow that illuminated the dark night sky.
The moon.