#chadrienagreste

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@chadrienagreste​​​ asked:  “I am so glad we were born during the same lifetime” pre akuma Chat to Marinette

“Chat…” A gentle breath of his name passed her lips, blue eyes flickering up to meet his glimmering emerald optics. The night only ever seemed to enhance the way they looked upon her, Marinette finding herself having to distract herself away from them, feeling too drawn into the verdant pools. Her fingers came up to gently brush back a stray lock of her dark hair to join the rest that were tied up in her pigtails, glancing over the railing briefly before flickering her gaze back up at him.

“You’re only saying that because you can slack off with me up here.” She chuckled, trying to lighten the romantic notion that would never work on Ladybug, but Marinette could let slide a little bit more than her counterpart. The digits left her hair, instead moving towards his mask, hesitating briefly at the edge.

No, that secret could never be breached.

Instead, her caress moved to his blonde locks, brushing them out of the way of the noir mask. “But it makes me glad too.” She offered out, fingers lingering near his face. “You’re irreplaceable to me. I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it.” A saccharine smile coated over the peach tinted lips as fingers fell to his cheek briefly.

A yearning touch. If only Adrien didn’t have the entirety of her heart, she and Chat Noir could be something beyond the flirts and small tokens of affection. The way her heart began to thrum more in his chest as she realized just how close they were, just how little it would take to step towards him and fall into his embrace.

His hair less messy, Adrien’s face flashed before her eyes and she quickly dropped her hand, turning back to the railing, hiding her flushed cheeks. “A-anyway!” She swallowed, trying to change the subject. “I’m really glad you didn’t have any patrol tonight. Are you sure you’re alright with just staying up here all night rather than going somewhere else?” Sheepishly, she slid her gaze back towards him, but didn’t turn her face.

Hana smiled with her cheeks rosy as she sat with Mari and Adrien, “Mari, our photos aren’t that big of a deal…..”

She was of course referring to the recent magazines and photo books that had been released. It was all Estrella Mariposa, and Adrien. Lila hadn’t gotten in at all despite her attempts to bully Hana out of her shoots. Yukari’s brand was getting more popular with her campaign for body positivity.

Swifter than any other time the Akuma had visited her on the rooftop, hands had taken up her form and pressed her back into the cool brick of the wall, his frame pushed against hers that allowed her body to mold against his own. Any sound that might have uttered out of her in either affirmation or protest was easily muted by the way his mouth moved along her own, the cat catching her tongue at his leisure.

Legs shifting along his hips and locking behind him, Marinette could only find herself in pleasant thoughts and motions, her arms moved around his shoulders to pull him in closer, a small whine issuing as he nipped her lip, a soft and breath gasped, “yours,” confirmed his statement all the more. Hazy blue eyes shut as she relished the sensation, her grip on him pulling him closer, begging for him to press more against her.

That even as close as they were, Marinette felt they were too far apart still.

His tongue dominated their passionate kisses, but hers still explored along his mouth, rubbing against the likened appendage. Grazing his fangs, excitement trilled in her throat as hands moved briefly to his shoulder. Reluctantly, the fingertips found home through his hair, as if to keep herself from sliding in between them and tugging on the bell to reveal more than just the bleached white suit.

Marinette just threw this set of lingerie together from hundreds of references and the right materials. She’d chosen to make Ladybug-inspired garments to entice her now-boyfriend.

Continued with @chadrienagreste​ from this a long time ago

It had been stupid to rush out into the streets alone, unmasked and yet somehow willing to fight. Marinette’s mind had been a rush, thinking on too many things at once: how Blanc has left his perch to fight the Akuma rather than leaving it to Ladybug; how her heart ached when she thought of how he would react to seeing Ladybug; how her body was late on a cycle that was far more punctual than she would ever be.

But none of it mattered, he had saved her, and now, now he was gone. Because of her stupid mistake. “No...please, you can’t...” Her voice begged in sobs over the still warm frame. It was more than just losing someone her heart yearned for now. Blanc had become her world, and it was caving in. 

The step of the dangerous Akuma rattled the ground, bringing her attention back up. Eyes were pinpoint as she stared at the outline of the butterfly. He was watching her. Watching her mourn over his son. Hawkmoth’s son. “...You...” Her teeth bore, wild and angry. What did she care anymore? Blanc was dead. “...You killed him! You killed your own son!” 

There was no hesitation, even as she gently placed him down, her hand moved towards her earrings. Who care who saw anymore. Who cares if Hawkmoth knew. Marinette was going to rip him apart for this, and he would never see the light of day. “Tikki, spots on!”

The battle was something more viscous than what would have been the norm for Ladybug. She gave no care for the person Akumatized, rendering them immobile and squeezing their form too tight with her yo-yo string. The addition of a spotted lamp shade that had helped in the battle, Ladybug cracked the object, snatching up the butterfly and purifying it. 

But there was no well wishing for it. Instead, she let it go and instantly moved to grab the object her Lucky charm had made. “Please...Tikki, Miraculous Ladybug can fix anything, restore anything so please...please...” Blue eyes welled with tears as she looked at Blanc’s limp body. 

Stepping slowly back to him, Ladybug lifted him up some, placing his head on her lap. Leaning down, a small kiss was placed on his forehead, tears dripping onto his mask. “Please...come back to me, Blanc. I love you. I can’t...not without you here...” Her breath was shaking, fingers trembling, but she tossed up the spotted magic. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

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@chadrienagreste​ asked:  🚼 for Blanc and Marinette's little butterfly

Since we never found out if it was a boy or girl.... >.> <.<

A warm day in a Parisian Park. Something Hana never thought she’d be able to experience.

Never in her wildest dreams would have thought she’d ever get to see such a glorious sight. The way the streets were, the trimmed trees, and the fountain! It made her own hometown look like...well anything that wasn’t as prettt as this.

Her joy was short lived though as she heard Yukari calling her.

“ Hana-Chan! It’s time for the shoot!”

She let out a sigh as she walked back over to the cameras and the props. Today was to be her first shoot in Paris, alongside a guy named “Adrien Agreste.”

Hana had heard the name in Port Azul, the model for the fashion bigshot Gabriel Agreste.

All the girls went Gaga for him, and all the boys hated him because they wanted to be him where she was from. Not that she really payed attention.

Her conversation with Chat weighed on her....While she managed to convince him that she wasn’t their enemy she could tell Ladybug wouldn’t see her as anymore than a criminal...well she couldn’t blame her. She was the official thief of the shadow ops. She stole files from the cops, and even though she had fought alongside Chat Ladybug wouldn’t be swayed.

Her chest felt as if two lead weights were pressing on her, while she was being waterboarded. She finally got to meet her hero and she thought she was evil...

She took a deep breath as she she glanced around, she saw a blonde guy conversing with a nervous looking girl in pink jeans.