admit that im ur favorite hero, pb. we all know the truth.

There's a light chuckle that escapes the older gentleman , attention turning to the raven haired heroine rather than the warm cup of coffee in hand that eludes his lips at the mention of such a controversial subject . Never mind the obvious reason for disciplining Chat Noir for his antics , now the girl is thinking he's playing favourites . Prussian Blue smiles and gives her a look that silently asks her why the sudden statement .

"I don't play favourites, Ladybug." he answers her plainly — TRUTHFULLY . and takes a sip of the morning coffee that fights the chill in the air . Fall is upon them and he already dreads the sleepless nights of having to juggle work and this line of work . He and Ladybug aren't so different though since she understands the hard work that goes into making things and the more he's shown the progress of her work , the more convinced he is that she's most likely pursuing the same line of work he currently manages in her future . The thought definitely makes one wonder if they've ever crossed paths before . There's many young people that attend his fashion shows but he rarely speaks to anyone . A private man for obvious reasons .

But the OBVIOUS relationship that he has with his fellow heroes is that Ladybug is more open about sharing some aspects of her life than Chat Noir ( what a mysterious boy ) . The conversation he's had with the boy is sparse and maybe that's why Ladybug thinks he prefers her company though , she must just be teasing . "That place has been taken by my son. But you and Chat Noir are exceptional. Whoever your parents may be, they must be proud of you both. But don't tell Chat Noir that. We don't want him to start thinking he's the favourite."

the mild distraction on his end was quickly taken advantage of by one of his uninvited guests as he grips the cloth being tugged against his neck . with a grunt , he allows himself to be dragged only due to knowing the layout of the room as he and his assailant stumble into one of the support beams that knocks the wind out of his attacker . he proceeds to elbow to their stomach and spin out of an incoming swipe with a makeshift arm pole taken from one of the studio's dismantled clothing racks that results in another knock out . two down . one to go . he's getting too old for this .

stealing a quick glance in the direction of the girl he almost barks out an order for her to stay down but decides against it , gritting his teeth as he tries to keep the attention of his foe . clearly he's the target but he isn't about to chance possibly getting a child involved with a decade old mess long since abolished — so he and Emilie BELIEVED . he unfurls his fan and slices away at the damn pole being swung his way . and in one swoop motion with the grace of the animal he wields Prussian Blue takes the last man down by dancing around them , climbing their back and twisting his legs against their neck until their both on the ground and he's skidding to a halt by Marinette's side . one knee and one hand on the ground , talons scraping against studio floors .

" I'm sorry about the mess, Marinette. I'll get you out of here so stick close by. " as if right on cue , the once unconscious dark clothed figure at their feet starts to stir and groan awake . the silk sheets they're tangled in should give him some time to get the girl to safety , however , and he's taking Marinette's wrist and leading the path into the now dimly lit hallway . the flickering lights and a busted pipe now pouring water into his once bustling studio a part of the aftermath of what he can only assume was a bomb having gone off . " ...Please don't tell Adrien. I don't want him to worry. "

there's an anxiousness to his voice as he walks in a hurried pace , cautious and alert all the same . thoughts running through his head about how he may have to speak to Marinette... maybe her parents too . only a few citizens of Paris knew his identity , and he isn't too keen on a close friend of Adrien's possibly becoming a target . out of habit and deep concern for the children involved in his life he unfurls his fan , the holographic images of Ladybug and Chat Noir flickering into view . he's quick to bounce between the two contacts on his speed dial , ultimately falling onto Ladybug's picture but... with a sigh he decides against calling her . Prussian Blue flicks his fan close .

❛ Isn't this so exciting, Alya? We're going to THE Gabriel Agreste's studio! It's like a dream come true! ❜ Marinette has been practically buzzing about this all week, repeating her excitement over this field trip again and again. And, finally, the day was here. She could hardly contain her elation! Her sketchbook is packed, just in case there was a chance to show Mr. Agreste her designs at some point. Who knows, maybe he even remembered her derby hat from a few months prior! The moment finally arrives and the tour of the studio had begun. She's all starry-eyed, attention darting from place to place. Part of her wants to take photos of everything, something to remember this all by. Another part of her wants to be respectful of his art and take it all in, in person. Seems she'd opt for the latter. The trip itself is overall pretty calm but a fun experience. That is, of course, until it's not. The attack sends chaos throughout the class, teenagers running in each direction as their screams fill the air. Marinette found herself ducking behind objects, getting separated from the rest of her class. Everyone else was evacuating, seeking safety elsewhere but the girl couldn't leave.

This was a situation that called for a hero! It called for Ladybug and, hopefully, some back up if she could alert them undetected. She's crawling from hiding place to hiding place before she settles on one, now watching the scene unfold. She had to choose the right moment to step out, to protect Mr. Agreste! She opens her bag, peering in at the kwami inside. Her voice is but a whisper, ❛ This looks like a job for Ladybug! We have to save Mr. Agreste! ❜ Her attention turns back to the situation at hand, choosing her moment. ❛ Tikki, spots o-... ❜ Words are halted, stopping in her tracks as she witnesses the other's transformation into Prussian Blue. The girl cannot help but go wide-eyed and slack jawed as the familiar royal blue comes into view. Gabriel Agreste, her idol for all things fashion, was her ally?! He was the man behind the mask?! The man who desperately tried to keep Chat Noir in line, who lightly scolded them when they were out patrolling "too late on a school night." She couldn't believe it! How were they the same person?! She's hardly given any time to think as the cutting table is knocked over and a surprised yelp escapes the raven haired girl. ❛ Mister- uh... Prussian Blue? ❜

What was she supposed to call him?! She eas still reeling from the information she definitely wasn't supposed to know. This was everything Master Fu and Tikki had said was dangerous to know! ❛ I'm alright, I promise! It just startled me! ❜

this is a TARGETED attack . being a fashion designer came with some perks , he can admit that much . the chance to travel , to work with public figures and to have the privilege to take an extensive leave to tend to the other half of his life — unfortunately the other half of his life is being that of a ' superhero ' but if he could , he'd choose to spend his time with his son for most of it . but those days all of a sudden felt numbered as much as there was the occasional rivalry in the fashion industry , assassinations were a rarity ( Gianni Versace he recalls ) and Gabriel Agreste had made no enemies in the business . that's what he knew of and , this notion is put into question when one moment he's observing Adrien's class take a gander at his studio during their school trip and the next moment there's ringing in his ears and specks of blood on the floor as he rises from the dust and debris .

eyes fluttering at the oncoming headache but that all disappears when he looks up and sees the chaos and sees Adrien unconscious . he feels tears well up in his eyes quickly crawling to his son's side amidst the shock . the once drowned out screaming of children now penetrating his ears . he takes the boy in his arms , checking him over . looking for that horrifying sight of crimson and by some miracle Adrien is fine... just knocked out . Nathalie is already at his side , knowing what he plans to do and he hands her Adrien , knowing she'd do the rest . and as soon as Nathalie , Miss Bustier and the rest of Adrien's class had gone is when his passive perception notices the tell - tale sign of an intruder or rather... intruders had entered the room he was in from the still dissipating smoke , shattered glass and broken wall of the three story building they were in .

the remnants of his and Emilie's past had finally caught up to him . a forgotten cult refusing to no longer be dormant . they've discovered his IDENTITY . when he sees the symbol of the previous villainous black cat symbol flash before his eyes he strikes tenfold . the button up shirt and slacks are replaced with the royal blue and golden highlights of Prussian Blue as he strikes with his fan , knocking each of the three dark figures coming at him back with varying maneuvers . their persistence forcing him to take a different approach that has him taking one of the silk fabrics draped on a mannequin , twisting one of the culprits' wrists and waist in it and throwing them against one of the studio's cutting tables knocking them unconscious and revealing the girl that had been hiding behind it .

" Marinette...?! " he wasn't asking out of fear of her finding out his identity . he was scared she was still here — a little girl amidst danger .

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oh wow is that prussian blue and fleur de lune

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" now don't push your luck, Chat Noir. you're not always up to par and Ladybug won't always be at your side. " like today and perhaps even tomorrow . the girl sounded ill over the call... a sore throat ? if her voice was that faint . seems that the terrible bug going around even managed to hold Ladybug hostage to her bed . the veteran sighs , tucking his fan away and crossing his arms . he can see through the boy's act . he hasn't lived for thirty years to not notice when poorly executed FACADES are pulled .

" let's drop the act, shall we? i could use a coffee and perhaps you and i can get along for one day, hm? what do you want, Chat Noir? " he's already walking towards the direction of the cafe nearby , taking the route less crowded as pedestrians had begun to DISPERSE . not paying mind to the onlookers taking note of his and possibly the young boy's arrival to the coffee shop as he pulls out his wallet — the one specifically that went with his guise with only cash in it , and taking a glance over his shoulder to see if the other was following . he's waiting for an answer .

Adrien is braced for a fight before Blue even walks back over. It's always something, with him, a snag or a slip that sends Chat Noir into bad lighting over and over again. This is his role as the keeper of destruction, he supposes, but it still festers.

So when Blue comes in swinging, Adrien puffs up his chest, ready for a hearty session of bickering. The air is immediately knocked back out of him again by the compliment.

"Thank you?" He says, still processing, then: "I mean! Of course I did! I always do. The only thing that could have made it better is if my partner was here." It's the same drama act he always puts on in the mask, but even he can tell there's an edge of awkwardness to it now.

nathalie, walking into her's and gabe's small apartment in paris and dropping five bolts of fabric that weigh a ton while looking cute with a bow on her head and a pleated skirt on to match her tennis shoes. the terrifying part is she didn't break a sweat: here's all your fabric bitch. you owe me funds for my vespa and croissants from dupin-cheng's not that pack from the grocery store

gabriel is literally that man growing up to present day that always wears button ups, stylish vests and ankle trousers so you can see his funky socks and oxford shoes. most likely leaves the house and doesn't realize he still has his measuring tape hanging on his neck until he's paying for an apple and bread and a merchant mentions it.

PRUSSIAN BLUE / BRIEF HISTORY NOTES * violence, near death tw

did not obtain his miraculous through heroic means and instead was given the peacock miraculous due to constantly getting tangled up with Fleur de Lune and her hunt for the black cat miraculous. in order to properly protect him, Master Fu temporarily lent him Dusuu.

despite his unwillingness to be a part of the fight, Gabriel proved himself to be an asset to Fleur de Lune's operations ; managing to convince her to have authorities aid in their search for the missing miraculous. and being her eyes amongst the socialites when they discovered that there were multiple pawns allied to their enemy.

during an emotional scuffle with one of the victims involved, Prussian Blue took the bullet meant for the previous holder of the black cat miraculous when they were finally apprehended. the peacock brooch was damaged in the process despite its strength and Gabriel fell into a month long coma that left him with terrible premonitions when he finally woke up. Master Fu managed to repair Dusuu's miraculous but, the damaged has already been done to its holder.

he retired as Prussian Blue after Paris was finally at peace and moved to various places such as London, New York and San Francisco until he eventually settled back in Paris and began his intimate relationship with Emilie when they crossed paths again.

chat noir getting the only black chess piece is the funniest thing 😭

come on chat noir, be the outlier and get a black chess piece. you can do it i believe in you.

gabriel specifically having wanted to be just a humble tailor making suits until he met emilie and he ended up going into couture just so he can make her a piece that'll last her a lifetime.

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The White Queen

You are the White Queen. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. Physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. The queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. Just be careful not to overwhelm yourself. For all your poise and status, your position will surely crumble under the weight of your pride.

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so tired last night I knocked out 😭