#gabribug

The fact that Gabriel is totally and absolutely obsessed with his dead wife in a coffin hidden under his own house. That he became crazy to the point of losing himself and doing acts beyond all limits.

And that Marinette is in a total brain rot over a boy she had never met and once met that she follows (stalks) without limit. Knowing all his every move to the point of making a copy of his schedule (I don't know how she got it) that she has in her room, plus a wallpaper (pink with glitter) on her computer. That she makes crappy plans to "confess" her feelings to him. Not to mention all the weird stuff related to that.

So quite a common point all the same. And the crazy thing is that Marientte and Gabriel at the end of the cycle (seasons 1 to 5) are each reunited with their obsessions and it doesn't seem to bother anyone in the series or in the fandom XD.

Finally finished this! This took me way longer than I expected but in the end it is done!

So this is actually a scene from my upcoming One-Shot about these two so stay tuned ^^

Paper Cuts; Leather Binds 

By: LadybugSin (AO3 | Tumblr) and Sinfulpapillon (AO3 | Tumblr) 

Ship: Gabriel Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

Last Updated: 2018-05-16

Summary: 

When Marinette turns 21 and is finally of age to pick up her soulmate journal, she expects to immediately be put in contact with a certain blond crush of hers like she’s always dreamed of. However, when she opens up the journal to find it already half-filled with entries from a soulmate who had long given up on ever getting a reply, she wonders what cruel joke the universe must be playing on her.  When Gabriel hears the tell-tale sound of pencil against paper coming from a long-forgotten leather-bound journal, he nearly thinks he’s imagining things. After all, he’d long given up on believing in the soulmate system and had moved on to find love elsewhere. However, he finds himself presented with an opportunity he can’t pass up: a chance to get closer to his leading suspect for Ladybug’s civilian identity and possibly a new opportunity to get the earrings he so desperately needs to bring back his long-lost wife.  All best-laid plans are bound to have complications, though. Actually beginning to harbor feelings for his enemy, however, was not one Gabriel expected.

September is coming and so is #SinsquareSeptember! A whole month to appreciate and create for the Gabrinette "square"! In cooperation with the people at @butterfliesandladybugs and all of you lovely shippers, we have come up with 12 prompts to get your creative juices flowing. You may do them in any order or follow the order in which they are given. The choice is yours. Arts, writing, edits, videos, metas, any other content I haven't included- we want it!

Prompt list:

Reveal

Swap

Sticky fingers

Butterfly kisses

Side effects

Scandal

Fashion Week

Alt. List:

Ladybugs

Fly

Butterflies

Drive

Sacrifice

#Gabrinette #Ladymoth #Gabribug #Marimoth #BugCollector

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Yes, I’m that person to create a Gabrinette soundtrack. Nobody asked for it but here we go :D

I just love these two so much!

“Am I a good man?”

Though Hawkmoth had been quiet for just over a year, new threats to the city’s safety demanded that she and Chat Noir remain vigilant. Tonight, though, Paris hummed a lullaby as the lights twinkled in the summer heat. Nevertheless, Ladybug’s mind was not so at ease. Her chest ached. And she had to admit (however begrudgingly, and with kicking and screaming) that its root was a burgeoning garden in her heart for one Gabriel Agreste.

Except Gabriel was Hawkmoth. Or had been.

She had no one to blame but herself (and maybe his stupid face and his stupid passion and his stupid philanthropic endeavors and his stupid gentleness and his stupid, blatant attempts to be a Not a Fiery Garbage Pile Person as she proclaimed during her less than reasonable moments). After Chat confided to her that Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, a really, very long conversation about what to do with this information (read: akumatizeable Ladybug, which was further proof that Hawkmoth must have closed shop), and that an accord had been drawn. Chat refused to say how he came by this knowledge or how the treatise had been reached. She insisted that she monitor the status of this “accord”.

It became her wont to stop by during her patrols. Most nights, she found him in his study or- like tonight- on the balconette. He was waiting for her. They stood in companionable silence for nearly an hour, neither inclined to speak: he, presumably, for his own love of quiet, and she with the weight of responsibility warring with her discomfiting affections, when Gabriel turned his face to her and broke it with his soft, unexpected question.

Ladybug regarded him levelly. She couldn’t lie to him. She wanted to deflect like Chat would- to say something like, ‘Sure. You’re a man, and you’re… good at it?’ But, no. She wouldn’t do that. Instead, she said, “No,” and watched his face fall before she added with a hand over his on the railing, “but you’re trying to be, and I think that’s the point.”

“Stop blushing like that.”

He was startled out of his distraction by her command. Gabriel raised a hand to his cheek and felt the tell-tale heat of the alleged blush. Oh, for the love of- Being reverted to a young adult had some very uncomfortably unintended consequences (like getting lost in the contemplation of a young woman in a form fitting costume and the incidentally difficult to control physiological response to said contemplation). He shifted in his seat behind his desk and tried to scowl. “I’m not blushing,” he grumbled at the desk.

Ladybug watched out the window and looked down at the communicator in anticipation. “Don’t worry, M. Agreste. Chat Noir and I will make sure everything is turned to right in no time… wherever he is…” He tried to concentrate on paperwork, on sketching, on literally anything other than the feminine figure across the room. The light of the setting sun kissed her face. Warm, dusk hued rays brushed highlights through her midnight locks like twilight in a pixie cut. His eyes traced the swells and ebbs of her outline.

When Ladybug shifted her weight on her feet, wiggling her hips in agitation, Gabriel choked back a groan only to elicit some strangled bastardization of a gurgle. And he was caught. (Next time, Hawkmoth was not leaving his lair no matter the danger of suspicion). Had he really forgotten how to comport himself with some semblance of gentlemanly behavior in the face of hormones? The heat was back. Ladybug turned, wide eyes meeting his. He could feel himself getting warmer and redder despite trying to hide his discomfort with a few coughs and averted gaze.

If he had kept looking at her, he would have noticed her own face turn three shades of pink along the edges of the mask.

“Please, M. Agreste.”

“I am so sorry, Miss Ladybug. My behavior is inexcusable. I, uh, I haven’t been this… young… in some time.” He stood suddenly, startling a little squeak from the scandalized Ladybug. “I’m sure I’ll be fine if you’d like to find your partner and settle this matter.”

“N-no. You’re great- I mean, it’s great- er- fine. You’re fine! EVERYTHING’S FANTASTIC!” She paused and he could only stare at her fluster. “Chat and I agreed that I would stay with you until this is figured out, and I’m not leaving you alone. J-just…” Her eyes implored, “please, stop blushing like that.”

He cleared his throat. “I… wish I could. But why?”

Her face reddened, she craned her neck to look at the ceiling, and she groaned. “Because I can’t stop wondering how far it goes.”

Suddenly, Gabriel’s mouth was parched. He licked his lips. His heart raced. “Well, we may be here a while, so you could… find out.”

Well, well, well-

Guess who's back from a ridiculously long hiatus and ready to create more content for this fine, distinguished bastard and his wonderful, stunning lady~

Indeed.

C'est moi~

Now, let's not dawdle about any longer. Time to work on my next piece!