#blancweek2021

"Who doesn't like MY beret?"

A lonely Prince, playing with his new powers...

@blancweek

BRACE YOURSELVES FOR BLANC WEEK 2021!

Hello, fellow Miraculers!

Blanc Week is a week of love and longing that honors our favorite angsty cat, Chat Blanc.

All are invited to participate.  You are welcome to create fics, art, gifsets, and edits for this event.

The mods will be reblogging creations that have the #blancweek2021 tag and have @ed the Blanc Week Tumblr (@blancweek) during the week of January 18th-January 25th.

NSFW content is allowed and will be reblogged so long as it is clearly labeled and under a read-more cut.

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“He found out didn’t he?” 

Plagg sighed. Tikki was never one to mince words. 

“Yes, but-”

“Oh I told Marinette it was a bad idea.” She lamented, swerving away from him. “That she shouldn’t use her powers for personal reasons. This is what happens! This is what always happens.” She buried her head in her hands, as much as her small hands could anyway. 

“Yeah but-”

She spun, facing him again. “How did he figure it out? Did he see her transform?”

“No it-”

“Oh Plagg, what’s going to happen now? Master Fu will never allow Marinette to keep her miraculous. She’s been the best Ladybug I ever had. I don’t want to lose her.” Tikki finally stopped talking, instead looking sadly at the trap door behind which their chosen were talking. 

“Tikki, no one needs to know.” 

She looked at him, torn between duty and her desire to stay with Marinette. 

“Just look at how happy they are.” He dragged her down to a window that peeked into Marinette’s room. She and Adrien were in front of her computer playing a game, laughing and getting along as if things had never been awkward between them. 

Tikki smiled. “They do make a cute couple.”

Dorky was more like it but Plagg wasn’t going to argue if it would make Tikki chill. 

“How did he figure it out?” She asked, truly wanting to know the answer this time. 

Plagg groaned. “The one time your girl actually signs her name.” 

Tikki face palmed herself. “Of course.” 

“I tried to stop him.”

“I know you did.”

“Are you going to tell Master Fu?”

Tikki starred through the window, the conflicted look back on her face. Marinette was laughing and touching Adrien’s arm who couldn’t have looked more ecstatic about it. It was enough to make even his heart melt a little. But that dorky hat- Was he seriously going to keep wearing it?

“I won’t.” Tikki finally answered. 

Plagg smiled in satisfaction. Good. 

“But we’re in big trouble if ever your boy gets akumatized.”

Plagg scoffed. “Please, the boy has never been happier. If anything, this will ensure he never does get akumatized.”

“I hope you’re right.” Tikki said worriedly. 

Plagg relaxed and went back to the balcony. There’s only so much sickeningly cute dorkiness he would endure. Tikki had agreed to keep it secret. Mission accomplished. He ate his last piece of cheese with great satisfaction. He would leave the worrying to Tikki. 

He overheard the two heroes laughing again. He smiled smugly a little. 

There are some things people long to forget. Ladybug sees ice-blue eyes in her nightmares, hears the desperate, lonely cries of a white cat, and wishes the memories would just...vanish. She doesn’t want to remember how he begged her to save him. Doesn’t want to remember the ragged sound of his voice as he called her name. Doesn’t want to remember the words, “Our love destroyed the world.”

She knows why she shouldn’t forget, however, and keeps those memories close, despite the pain.

Hawk Moth’s latest villain, Madame Misery, promises to take the pain away. She’s been taking away bad memories left and right, and giving them to others to let them suffer instead. After all, no one listened when she was hurting, so in her eyes, it was only fair.

Marinette fights until Madame Misery’s glowing fingertip touches her forehead, and then she can’t remember what she was fighting to keep. Then she watches in horror as her painful memories take over her partner instead.

He remembers cold, cold white, a twisted reflection of himself. He remembers a devastated Paris. He remembers Ladybug’s ashes floating away beneath the sunken city. He remembers fear, uncertainty, guilt. He remembers needing to make things right, more than he could imagine needing anything else.

He remembers words he should never, ever have heard, a secret that should only have come from the person whose pain he’s living now.

“Now you’re breaking more than my heart, Marinette!”

He remembers the beret.

How could I have been so blind?

He looks at her, and he sees her fear for him, even if she doesn’t know what to be afraid of. He sees her fear spark into determination, feels it like an echo of the memories she’d unwillingly given him, and he knows she’d do anything to keep him safe.

He wishes she didn’t have to remember. He wishes he could hold onto her pain forever. He wishes he could protect her from this, from himself. He wishes for it even as they fight Madame Misery, even as the cursed butterfly is released, even as he prepares himself to forget once again.

Even if he doesn’t want to forget, he knows why he has to.

I think if he did, it was primarily at night, because, after all, la nuit, tous les chats sont gris (at night, all cats are grey). Maybe he’d write to Marinette/LB in those moments?...

Anyway, have a drabble based on today’s prompt for @blancweek (Moon)

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Day 59

Dear Marinette,

The Moon looks pretty, tonight. Odd, pretty (pretty odd? I think something happened to it), but still pretty. 

Pretty, like you. I wish you could see it, too.

Where are you, my Lady? I’ve been waiting here for so long. Everything is so bright during the day, it prevents me from thinking properly. Everything is so lonely during the night, it prevents me from sleeping soundly. I can’t shake a thought away. Something about needing your earrings... And maybe the world would return to normal. 

Maybe we could be happy, this time.

Chat Blanc was laying on his side, icy glaze lit up hopefully as they made eye contact. He let out a long purr, his tail flicking out behind him contently. Her breath got caught in her throat, wanting to relax seeing that he was doing the same, but she knew it would only take the smallest of things to shift his mood. The akuma had a strong hold on him, and even when kept happy he was never truly himself.

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Chapter 2 of Blanc Skies, set in a universe in which Chat Blanc wins.

Written for day two of Blanc Week: My Prince. @blancweek