GOOD OLE 'GABE'

Recent rumours have circulated that Gabriel Agreste, 50, has been discharged from hospital but no one knows exactly where this once top fashion designer has disappeared too.

Those close to the family have neither confirmed nor denied the rumours of Gabriel's discharge and once again we have no news from Adrien Agreste, 23, Félix Graham de Vanily, 23, or Vivica Agreste, 22.

It seems Agreste Bodyguard, 'The Gorilla' has been 'let go' as his services are no longer needed. Though 'The Gorilla's' primary concern has always been to the younger Agreste, over recent years we have seen less and less of the model/actor with the big guy.

'The Gorilla' will be remembered as the Akuma form 'Gorzilla' where he released charge Adrien Agreste from the top of the Montparnasse Tower only for the son of the famous fashion designer to be saved rather spectacularly by Ladybug, the start to what we believe was Adrien's long term crush on the superheroine.

The last known person to see M. Agreste was assistant and close family friend Nathalie Sancoeur, 46, who had been in to drop Gabriel his favour sweets, toffee bonbons.

If anyone has seen or knows anything relating to the discharge of Gabriel Agreste please drop us an email via our informant page or tweet us @modemania

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Adrien watched the video a couple of more times to just make sure that what he thought he saw was actually what he saw, and oh yes, it was 100 percent correct. Vivica only responded when Félix demanded, whilst he held onto the necklace.

Still sitting in his bed, Marinette was chatting away in hushed whispers to both Tikki and Wayzz trying to figure out if this was possible, but of course it was. Why wouldn't it? Why wouldn't someone as despicable, as vile, as his father do something like this? The sentibeing was probably his creation, but then again wasn't she Lila's girlfriend?

His head was spinning, this tiny tidbit of information blowing apart the jigsaw he'd slowly been working on in his head for the past few years, the one he thought he had almost completed. How wrong was he!

Moving the covers off his body he slowly stood and headed for the door.

"Adrien, are you okay?"

He stopped at the handle, turning around to see a worried Marinette looking back.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll be back in a second."

He watched as she climbed out the bed, wearing his tee from the day before, and made her way towards him. "Don't shut me out." Her words had so much meaning; they'd promised not to do this anymore, he didn't want to do this anymore.

Her hand cupped his jaw, his whole body melting into her as he closed his eyes and embraced her affection.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, "it'll make sense then."

He bent down, placing a delicate kiss on her lips before walking out, closing the door behind him. Adrien made his way down the hallway, passed the silent guest room, until he reached his study.

It was a pretty empty room. A desk. A chair. His computer. He didn't use it often, preferring to sit at the kitchen counter with his laptop and do his work from there. Moving over to his bookcase, his finger traced along the spines of his many, many books, stopping on the one he desired. 'The Great Gatsby'. Removing it from the shelf and opening it, he tilted the book allowing a key to drop into the palm of his hand.

Clutching into it tightly, he made his way over to the portrait of his mother, one oh so similar to his fathers, and placed the key in the side lock. The portrait released, free to be moved, revealing an electronic lock as entrance of the safe.

Entering the pincode and pressing his thumb to the high tech lock Max had installed, Adrien pulled the heavy metal away and reached for the objects he needed. The box and book, plus the letter his father had bestowed upon him almost a year ago.

His hand brushed over the top of the box; the box he believed to contain the Miraculous of the Peacock. His father had given him this in the hopes that he would 'continue his legacy', a legacy he was now almost certain meant getting his and Marinette's Miraculous.

"Are you okay?" Marinette's voice reached him from the doorway. Breathing in soundly through his nose, he turned to face her, and wasn't she just the sight for sore eyes. Any other day, any other time he would have taken her there and then. The bedraggled look of a woman who'd been ravished mere hours ago, standing in his doorway wearing nothing more than a pair of earrings, hair bobble and his tee, well, he hoped there wasn't anything under the tee.

"Yeah," he sighed, running a hand down his face and walking towards her. "You know how I said I had the Peacock Miraculous?" He presented the box to her. "I'm not so sure anymore that I do."

She looked between the box in his hands and the sorrowful look on his face. He could tell she was scrutinising him, trying to figure out exactly what he was saying; then he saw the moment she understood, her shaking hands taking the box from his grip. He closed his eyes. Just another item on the list to be sorry for, adding to the mountain of others already there.

Running a hand over his stubbled jaw he rested himself on the edge of his office table, and watched as she opened the box, the lift of the lid antagonising slowly. Why couldn't she do it more like a band aid? Just one quick fearless movement? Giving the pain in one swift motion rather than this measured tantalising effect; or was time just moving that slow?

A hand positioned across Marinette's mouth as she placed the box on Adrien's office table and plucked out the Miraculous, or what they thought was the Miraculous?

"It's a dud," Marinette said, placing it in her palm and looking it over. With no immediate light flashing out followed by a kwami, he couldn't help but think that Marinette was right.

"Shit!" he exclaimed.

"I could think of worse to say than that." She moved to sit beside him, placing the fake Miraculous back in the box and threading an arm through his, pulling him closer.

"I knew it was too good to be true," Adrien sighed, "I just wanted to believe that maybe there was an ounce of good in my father that maybe he'd done something right."

"I still don't understand though." Marinette let go of his arm and stood up, turning to face him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "How did you know this was the Peacock? Or why did you think it would be the Peacock?"

Stretching up, Adrien grabbed a hold of her wrists, twisting them backwards and forwards as his thumbs skimmed over her skin in loving touches. "My father left a letter, a letter basically saying he was involved in something that he hoped I would join one day. It mentioned something about emotion and about feathers and I just pieced it together, along with what Félix had told me."

"And what had that bastard said to make you join an alliance with him?" Marinette asked, moving closer into Adrien's body, his chest being touched by the perfect mounts of his girlfriend's breasts. If she didn't step back a little he wasn't even going to be able to remember his own name. He dragged his hands from her wrists, down her body and pulled her in closer by the hips, trying to keep her near there as a sign of comfort, not a deep need to embed himself in her.

"He knew my father was up to something, but he never had the proof, apparently too many different things went on and my father, and I suppose Nathalie, were great at hiding it."

"Does he know about the Miraculous?" Marinette quizzed, one eyebrow raising as she waited for Adrien's answer. He dropped his forehead onto hers, closing his eyes and preparing for the next answer he was going to give.

"Yes, he knows about the Miraculous, and yes, he knows about me. I may have called him cousin during the battle."

"Fuck! Adrien! Why? Does he know about me?" she asked, he could feel the annoyance pulsating off her beating him down for another one of his mistakes.

"I was trying to get him to join our side, and I was so close, Marinette."

"What the fuck happened then?"

"You screamed and I ran straight to you. All I can get out of Félix about the aftermath is that someone cornered him whilst he was feeding Duusu, knocking him unconscious and taking the Miraculous. He believes it was my father, I'm still not sure."

Pushing him away, she walked over to the opposite side of the room, her hands rubbing together on the back of her neck before moving to her chin, her little fingers framing her mouth.

"What makes you not sure? It would make sense if we think he is or was Hawkmoth."

"That's the thing though, he'd go for the Butterfly, not the Peacock. Hawkmoth rarely used amoks always favouring akumas, and Lila was still out there with the Butterfly Miraculous. It really makes no sense."

"None of this fucking shit makes sense anymore, I swear to god, we just live in a really badly written Marvel movie. Give Thor a call and see if he can come and join the fight, because I'm fed up with all this now."

Adrien pushed himself off the desk, moving to take his girlfriend in his arms and comfort her the best way he knew, with humour.

"We're not calling Thor, M'Lady, there's only room for one blond in this super world."

She snorted into his tee, his stomach fluttering that he'd managed to soothe her, even if it was with a crap joke and a hug. Actually come to think of it, that made it all the better.

"Give me your fucking phone."

"You trying to mug me now Bugaboo? I'm quite inept at self defence I'll have you know."

She snorted again, finally moving her face out of his chest. "You're weird, but I love you for it. But seriously, give me your phone, I'm going to speak to Félix myself."

"It's three thirty in the morning, Marinette. You're not calling Félix."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and Adrien couldn't help his eyes softening, even grumpy she was cute.

"I don't give a flying fuck what time it is, give me your -"

"Adrien, can you just take your girlfriend into your room and fuck her, or something. Just do something! I'm tired and it's stupid o'clock in the morning, and all I can hear is Marinette swearing, which by the way, I think you need to speak to someone about" Adrien and Marinette turned to face the door, seeing a rather disheveled Kagami glaring back at them.

"What do you say, LB? Fancy coming back to bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, only to be pushed away in a matter of a response.

"Why? So you can go back to your dream about Aspik giving it to Multimouse?"

"Fuck yeah!" He stepped forward, scooping down and throwing her over his shoulder only to be met with a squeal of 'I'm not wearing any fucking underwear', and a rather huge temptation to smack her on the ass. "Let's go and see what Sass and Mullo are up to?"

"But what about Félix?"

"I'm not up for a threesome with my cousin, Marinette." Adrien said, passing Kagami and making his way down the hall. "Night, Gami, I promise she won't wake you up again."

Mumbling, Kagami headed back to the guest room as Adrien entered the master, throwing Marinette on the bed, and with the force of it dropping his phone too, before he turned and shut the door. He noticed Marinette searching the room with her eyes, and he was quite sure he knew exactly what she wanted. Following her eye line, something reflected the moonlight, shooting a reflection up onto the ceiling. Turning to look at each other, they took the distraction as a 'go', diving and reaching for the phone.

"Just let me give the bastard a piece of my mind!"

Adrien managed to sneak underneath her, pulling the phone away and throwing it to Plagg who'd woken from his cheese coma thanks to the tussle currently going on.

"Give it back!" she growled, trying to chase the kwami who had now settled nicely with the phone on the light above the bed.

"No!" Flipping them over again, Adrien straddled her, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.

"You can call him tomorrow when he won't come knocking on our door trying to murder you for waking him up."

"Our door? Is that an invite to live with you?" She smirked, she really thought she was getting one up on him. Not on her nelly! Instead, he bent down and kissed her; partially because he wanted to and partially to shut her up.

"We're going to sleep, then tomorrow we will call Félix and whoever else you want, and get this sorted out. But right now we're getting some sleep because tomorrow morning Alya and Nino are about to deal with something neither is ready for and we need to play devil's advocate. So you either lay down and go to sleep voluntarily, or I tie you to the bed and fuck you until you pass out?"

Her mouth dropped open, her face one of shock; after all Ladybug was never back chatted by Chat Noir, but then her shock turned into something sultry, sexy, and - if he was being honest - terrifying.

"Tie me up Kitty, I've been a bad Bug."

"I'm done," Adrien sighed, rocking his hips into her and kissing her hard. If this is how she wanted to play it, fine. At least he was getting something out of it too.

Keeping his hands firmly on her wrists, he used his lips to explore, dotting little kisses over her face and neck.

"You really think you're going to wear me out by being all sweet with me? You still have a lot to learn Bugaboy."

The sound of his Ladybug persona nickname, surprisingly, stirred the heat in his groin, his hardness twitching with the need to be touched. She wanted it rough then, did she? He'd had some rather heated encounters with her, but to hear this was new, he never thought she'd want it like that. It was exciting and one hell of a turn on; but he had zero idea what to do.

"If you let me go I have something in my bag you might like." Her silken words drifted effortlessly to his ears, making him groan with the need to be inside her. Did he really want to tie her up? At some point hell yeah, but right now he'd lost all ability to think, wanting nothing more than to insert himself inside her and feel her the way he had the previous day.

Releasing one of his hands, he held both wrists in the other. Her tiny wrists were the perfect fit for one of his big hands. His other hand moving down, searching for her heat underneath his tee; finding her slickness and beginning to rub along her outer lips.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she said, hips wiggling and moving trying to get his fingers inside her. Instead, he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch hold of her sensitive nerves, before releasing and stroking his thumb over the spot. He repeated the action again, playing with her, teasing her and watching her writhe underneath him.

He began to grow more excited. After so many years of being controlled and manipulated to do things, he found it highly arousing to be the one calling the shots. That he got to choose what he wanted to do; and right now he wanted to tie Marinette to the bed and fuck her senseless.

"Oh god, Adrien~" he felt her wiggle her hands, attempting to get out of his grasp, but that wouldn't be happening. He kissed her again, removing his hand from her sex and helping her to sit up.

"Stay here," jumping off his bed he removed his shorts, allowing his erection to spring free before heading to his bathroom and ultimately grabbing his dressing gown. Removing the cord from around the waist, he headed back into the bedroom, hard and ready to pleasure his Lady.

Wrapping the cord around his hand, he stood and watched her. Paris' most wonderful woman lying naked on his bed. Not only had she removed his tee, but her hair was out of its messy bun, cascading in soft waves down and over her erect nipples.

She lay still on his sheets, one leg bent and one arm behind her head, complete with 'come fuck me eyes', an order he would be stupid to ignore.

"Make me forget, Adrien. For one night, help me forget."

Running the makeshift rope between his hands, he climbed back onto the bed and watched as she placed her wrists together and lifted them above her head, stretching her arms and popping her breasts out in his direction, the whole action making him want to bend down and feast on her body.

Where he'd had a life of being controlled and not able to freely do what he wanted, his partner was the one in charge. The planner, the hope, the leader. Her relinquishing control to him was a huge step, and although he knew she'd done it with Dominic, the asswipe had abused the position. Instead of making her feel good, he violated her, improperly using the power she'd given him, and making her feel worthless. Numerous times he wanted to go and cataclysm the balls off the guy as he sat outside the apartment waiting to make sure Marinette left safely.

"I promise you're safe with me, Marinette."

She smiled up at him, bending her knees in invitation of him to be there.

"I know Chaton, and that's why I don't mind falling."

He knew she meant falling in love, a notion he had destroyed years ago but seemed to have rebuilt over time. The love between them was their strength. They just needed time to make sure it was all consuming, that they well and truly loved each other. He knew now, anything that tried to come between them would be at a disadvantage. That their hearts were so tightly knitted together, there'd always be a part of one in the other, cementing them together against whenever came their way.

Wrapping the cord around her wrists, he attached it to the wooden headboard of his bed, pressing a gentle kiss to both wrists before moving away to kiss down her arms and to her breasts, licking around each one before taking them into his mouth. She tilted her hips up, allowing his groin to rub against her dampness, coating himself in a thin layer of her slick.

Moving down her body, he kissed and caressed each area, only stopping just above her sex, the smell and glistening an alluring sight. Adrien moved down, placing her legs over his shoulders before his lips connected in a heated makeout with her most intimate body part. Going in for a French kiss, he licked and flicked at her, sending her into a writhing mess underneath him, her hands battling hard against the soft restraints around her wrists.

He licked the length of her slit, tasting at the delicious flavours of her body as she emitted a dose of pheromones, the overall effect similar to catnip. He couldn't get enough. He would never get enough. Using his shoulders, she tensed her legs, rising up and grinding on his face, he pushed her back down, stopping his attack only for Marinette to groan and attempt to move again. Her legs dropped from him onto the bed as she rubbed her thighs together and circled her hips.

"I thought I was the one in charge?" he rasped, licking his lips and moving back to suck on her chest.

"I'm not going to break Adrien, let me feel you, all of you."

He swallowed down any apprehension building inside of him, instead taking a hold of himself and guiding his length into her, the gasps and groans of the woman restrained underneath him filling his fantasies to a level he didn't even know existed.

He sat up back on his knees, guiding her legs up onto his shoulders before distributing his weight back on his hands and knees, then he started to thrust. Hard movements; each made to push her closer to ecstasy, and the headboard. He went slowly, burying himself inside her, deeply with each thrust. He loved being with her, making her moan his name and how good he was to her, adding to the praise kink he was most certain he had.

Sitting on his heels, his hands cupped around the front of her thighs, his hips pulsating at a hard orgasm-inducing speed, his eyes never leaving hers as Marinette thanked him for being so good to her, for making her feel so good, so wanted.

"Adrien ~" his name rolled off her lips like it was the only word she would ever say. Pure perfection, spurring him on in his mission to help her forget. He was close to finishing. His words begged her to come with him, her vocals fully agreeing as she tensed around him, her hands pulling against his headboard as her legs quivered over his shoulders,

"Oh god! Oh god!" She continued to spasm around him, the feel of her walls so raw and warm against his hardened length sending him over the edge, his sweat laced body collapsing over hers as she clutched to the makeshift rope, Adrien keeping himself in deep as he rocked out the last remaining moments of his orgasm.

"Shit, that was hot!" he said, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, pressing small intimate kisses on her neck.

"I definitely want to do that again," she said, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Laughing, Adrien stretched up untying her hands before bringing them to his mouth and kissing each of her wrists gently, caressing them with his thumbs over the red lines from her fight against the binds.

As they kissed, cuddling closer together noses brushing in between each time their lips met, a pounding was heard at the door.

"For the last time," the voice said through the wooden barrier, "keep the fucking noise down."

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If Marinette was being honest, she loved the change in Adrien. He'd always been sweet, kind and caring, but now he was just perfect in so many ways. The sass and humour of Chat Noir adding to his more reserved personality made him more and more attractive. As she woke up for the second time that morning, she couldn't help but cherish laying in his arms as their naked bodies remained entwined with each other. It felt so realand so right. This was exactly how she thought falling in love would feel.

It was just a shame they had to return to reality.

She sat cross legged on the bed, Adrien stalking the room as the phone rang out on loudspeaker next to her, Félix's name and picture lighting up the screen and Marinette wanting nothing more than to smash his teeth in.

Adrien was nervous and even more affected by this than she was, and to be honest it wasn't surprising. Though he'd maintained his cool last night, she knew him too well. The jokes, the sex, all his way of coping when times got rough, and although it also helped her; she was glad that she could help him.

A click on the phone ended the dial tone and Félix's smug voice was heard echoing out the speaker.

"Hey cus, what do you want?"

"Who took the Miraculous from you Félix?" Marinette watched Adrien confront his cousin (which was damn hot), her appearance only being necessary if they needed to play hard ball.

"So much for pleasantries."

"I haven't got time, Félix. I opened the box Gabriel gave me and it's a fake, so I'm asking you again, who took your Miraculous?"

Silence.

Marinette looked over to Adrien, before turning her attention towards the few kwamis that had made their way out the Miracle box to see what was happening. Sass, Wayzz, Stompp and Fluff hovered alongside Tikki and Plagg listening in on the conversation. As if feeling her unease, Tikki flew down beside Marinette, positioning herself on her holder's knee as they waited for Félix's reply.

Suddenly a shuffling sound was made from the other side of the phone, a gentle click and what Marinette thought was a lock, sounding straight after.

"Adrien?" Félix checked, Marinette looking at the aforementioned male, his eyes showing the same curiousness as she was feeling.

"Yeah, I'm here."

A sigh signalled they weren't going to like what Félix was about to say, and she could imagine him displaying a nervous tick similar to Adrien's. Sometimes it was easy for her to envision how people were confused by them.

"I never saw who it was."

"What do you mean you 'never saw who it was'? For over ten months you've sworn to me it was my father, that Gabriel had taken it from you."

"I never said it was him, I said 'I believed it was him' there's a difference there, Adrien."

Marinette held her hands out, reaching out to Adrien to try and comfort him. She knew this information would rile him up, Félix being one of the few who could push level-headed Adrien Agreste to new heights.

Adrien stopped walking once Marinette had placed a hand on his lower arm, his body relaxing and slumping onto the bed beside her. He positioned one hand perfectly with hers, as the other rubbed over his forehead.

"Tell me what happened."

Before Félix could answer both Marinette and Adrien's phones lit up with an alarm; an alarm which hadn't been functional in almost three years. Picking up her phone and double checking she wasn't seeing things, she signalled for Adrien to end the call. It seems they were back in business.

"Akuma near the Arc de Triomphe," she mouthed, indicating for Adrien to end the call.

"I'll talk to you later, Félix." Adrien pressed the red button ending the call and placing his phone into his back pocket. "Time to dust off the yo-yo, M'Lady, it looks like we're back in business. Claws out."

"Wait!" She could feel the shivers running through her veins already, and not from fear. "If this has anything to do with your father we need to be careful out there. They don't know that we know who the other is-"

"So if they suspect me as Chat Noir they'll think I'll be either over compensating or broken."

"Exactly."

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard, I'm certainly not heartbroken. Maybe a little tired from so much sex, but -" She slammed a hand over his mouth stopping him from saying anything else.

"That is exactly what you can't say out there!"

"That's why I'm saying it in here," he said through her hand, the words muffled from the obstruction. A wet flick hit her palm causing her to pull her hand away.

"Ugh, did you just lick me?"

"You're complaining about me licking your hand when only five hours ago I had my tongue in your -"

Sticking her fingers in her ears, she began to sing at the top of her lungs ignoring what he was about to say, when the door to the bedroom flung open, Kagami's wrath raging as she stared at them.

"Morning Gami," Chat said, his fingers waving at their friend as she glared them down.

"Are you two getting out there? Or do I send my woman, who, by the way, was just giving me a rather fantastic wake up call!"

Marinette felt her face turn red as she looked between Chat and Kagami.

"No, it's okay. We're going, just getting used to old times, you know, oiling up the old joints." To make his point more solid, Chat decided now was the time to do some lunges. "You and Fei carry on, we've got it covered. Have fun!" He shouted as Kagami closed the door.

"Smooth!" Marinette said with a laugh.

"Did she just admit they were having sex in my guest room?" Chat asked Marinette, walking around him and to the door, opening it before heading for the kitchen and up to the roof terrace.

"They're in love, what do you expect? We've been at it like rabbits for two and a half weeks, you're not one to speak." She pushed open the door and pulled herself up onto the decking, Chat following behind.

"Yes, but this is my apartment. It's my right to tie you to the bed and ravish you."

They both looked over to the distance, screams and shouting being heard faintly over the blaring of car horns.

"Yeah, well, it looks like we can have victory sex after we've finished this. Spots on."

In a flash of pink Marinette had changed into her alter ego ready to advance and save the city once more.

"How about we make this into more of a game?"

"How do you suggest that?"

They both prepared their weapons ready to launch through the sky and into battle.

"We finish in less than 20 minutes, I get what I want, over 20 minutes I'm at your service M'Lady." He bowed down to her causing the same old reaction of an eye roll and a tut. It was only at this point Ladybug realised how much she missed this. Even with the constant upheaval of her life, being here with him was everything.

"Deal," she smiled, "prepare to do my washing for the next week, Chaton." She swung her yo-yo launching into the distance, her partner calling out behind her as he attempted to close the gap.

"That was not what I meant, and you know that."

The sound of laughter filled the air as once again Paris' favourite heroes launched themselves into battle, but unbeknownst to the citizen's down below, this time the stakes were higher.

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A massive thank you to Rose Minou for my fantastic cover art featuring Vivica, Frankie, Dominic and Gabriel (along with our two heroes)

Not only did Rose do the cover art, but also these fantastic monkey's