What! Chat Blanc X Reader

Chapter 20

The area that was once shrouded in the demeaning icy darkness was soon brought to light through the blue flames that lit the candles on the ground. The dead silence as everyone awaited her reaction was antagonising quiet, painfully slow. Blanc stared at his girl from behind, his hands on her shoulder as she pressed her back against his chest.

"A-Akumatised..."

"Yes, they are all of Hawkmoths' previous akumatised victims."

Y/n's eyes scanned the area each person she recognised. Lady WIFI, the Bubbler, Evillustrator, Princess Fragrance. They were all here. They were all smirking deviously at the hero. Silver floated above her owner and the white cat, her eyes narrowing in as an individual moved out from the shadows. A white bodysuit with black accents and two red horns bejewelled on each side of her shoulders. The bodysuit continued up her neck onto her face, which was once again adorned with a red horn on the forehead. The person walked up close, face to face with Y/n, who moved back, closer into Blanc's arms. The person looked her up and down, their hands on their hips as they scoffed.

"She's our saviour?" The person scoffed, letting out a low laugh. "How can she save us?" The person smirked, rising an eyebrow at Y/n. Blanc let out a low growl, pulling her to his side. 

"Riposte, watch how you speak to her." Blanc was cold as he spoke. A hint of malice in his voice, a slight faded tint of pink, found its way onto Riposte's face. Embarrassed as the remaining villains looked at her disapprovingly, she looked down. Y/n diverted her attention to the white cladded cat beside her, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Saviour?" She repeated the villains words. "What does she mean by saviour?" The questions kept bubbling from her mouth as more and more thoughts ran through. Blanc sighed.

"WiFi, Bubbler follow," the cat spoke with authority, his voice hard and cold. He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the crowd and deeper into the alleyway as the other two followed them. Y/n continued her questions, which only increased her suspicions when he would not respond back. Turning the corner, the four of them were face to face with the boarded up door.
Lady WiFi moved before the two and kicked the door in. Y/n covered her face to prevent the dust that had escaped from the wood. Blanc once more gripped her hand tightly, pulling her into the room. Y/n pulled her hand out of Blancs tight grip with difficulty.

"Blanc? What is going on?" Her patience was wearing thin. It was a dark room, a musty greasy smell filled the room that caused her to cover her nose. "And what is that smell!?" She gagged. Blanc chuckled lowly. Blanc moved the girl closer to him as a hole opened up where her body was previously standing. What the, she questioned in her mind. The lights flickered on, a pale dusty green light enveloped the room.

Something arose from the hole on the floor. What appeared to be a capsule took Y/ns place.

"You're going to kill me?" She trailed off, confused. Blanc rolled his eyes before stepping up towards the object, leaving Y/n.

"We have had much history Y/n," Blancs voice was stern, not an ounce of care or love in his voice. Y/n watched him intently. "You, however, have no clue what any of this is." Blancs eyes drifted to his hand resting on the capsule. He pressed harder on the capsule, and the capsule began to move. The front slowly divided into two sections before slowly separating revealing a glass pane.

"That's... Why is he here!?" Y/n gasped, covering her mouth, stepping back, tripping over a metal pipe, and falling down.
"Princess. Calm down." He hushed her as WiFi and Bubbler walked closer.

"Y/n, it's finally time that you know why I'm here. Why I gave you that mark." Blancs eyes hardened, staring down at her. "And why you are of great importance to me."

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Y/n sat on the couch in the alleyway, Blancs head resting in her lap. Y/n was mindlessly fiddling with strands of his hair. She was zoning out with the newfound information. Blancs eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his hair.
It was truly a miraculous sight. The terrorizing new villain was purring. Their boss was purring and smiling at the superhero.
Riposte spat, disgusted by the two.

"You're not exactly doing well at hiding your distaste for his girl."
"Dont act like you're not fuming." Riposte glared at Y/n. "You've had a crush on Blanc for what seems like forever," Riposte spoke hushly, diverting her eyes to the blonde by her side. The blonde scoffed.

"That is a ridiculous assumption, ridiculous utterly ridiculous," she sneered, folding her arms and huffing. Riposte sighed, placing her hand on the blondes shoulder, leaning in close.
"She can't get away with his heart. We can not allow this. Do you understand me, Antibug?"
Antibug smirked, glaring intently at the girl who was smiling at their boss.

"She's going to wish she never met us."

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The two landed on Y/ns balcony late in the night, Y/n held tightly in his arms, bridal style. Blanc quietly made his way into her room, lying the tired girl on her bed.
Blanc went to move, halted as she held and pulled on his wrist.

"Blanc. Stay..." she whispered, rubbing her eyes. "Not yet, don't leave," she pleaded, pulling him back. He chuckled gently, moving in beside her, his tail wrapped around her thigh as he held her close, her head resting under his chin.
"What's running through your head, Princess?" He whispered, rubbing her back, kissing her head.

"I can't believe it... what you told me," Y/n bit her lip as she recalled the conversation. "What if," she breathed out shakily, her hand clenching onto his white leather suit.
"What if I fail... You will die... All of those people will die," Blanc sighed, tilting her face up to look at him. A small smile was on his face.

"I trust that you will do whatever it takes to complete your part of the mission." he started to speak. "Even if it meant betraying your fellow heroes." She nodded, hiding her head in his neck. Her breathing slowed, hitting his neck, making him sigh.

Blanc moved her head slightly, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, taking the lead and bringing her into a slow kiss. His hand moved to rest on her neck as they kissed. Y/n whimpered slightly as he applied even more pressure.
Blanc pulled back, his purple eyes staring deep into her eyes.

"What is it you want, Princess?" He whispered huskily, his voice deep and rough. "Tell me now."
Y/n diverted her eyes down, and a blush covered her cheeks.
"You. I want you."

Blanc gripped her neck, kissing her again with such intensity and fire. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. His other hand moved down under her shirt, caressing her soft skin. She let out a soft mewls and sounds that only made him hold her tighter.
He bit her lip as a moan escaped her lips, her shirt slowly and antagonisingly beingmoved up, exposing her skin more to him. He pulled away slightly, his purple eyes darkend with desire staring down at the panting and blushing girl. Her hair sprawled out over the pillow, her chest rising and falling unsteadily as her cheeks were covered in a red hue. Her limps plump as she stared at him through hooded eyes.

"Are you sure?" Blanc whispered hoarsely. "If we continue, I can't guarantee that im going to be gentle with you," Y/n licked her lips staring down at his before flickering between his eyes and lips.

"Yes, Blanc..."