#renanoir

[revanhaed]

Could you draw Renanoir?

[sound of general gossip and flirtation]

[princessceleastia]

Who’s he feline like?

[alyadrien]

They :)

[nemaliwrites]

Adrien, Alya, race (for the drabble game <3)

“Man,” says Rena Rouge. “I thought patrol would be a lot more fun than this.”

Chat Noir grins. 

“It’s only fun if you make it fun,” he says, reaching out to tug on her hair. She swats him, giggling. “Maybe I could purr-suade you to a race? No way you’ll cat-ch me, of course.”

“We’ll see about that.” Rena brings her flute to her lips. “You better run, chaton, before we test how good those reflexes of yours really are.”

Chat Noir vaults away, a blur in the night – and Rena, never one to back down from a challenge, follows.

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send me two characters and a word!

[ghostrally]

i just want them to be insufferable together

(ps—they’re transparent! feel free to use!)

bonus:

they’re bisexual your honor

[bugaboooooooooo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @crizztelcb!!!

I saw you liked renanoir, so I drew them! Hope you like it ❤ and have an amazing day!!!!!!! mwah

also this feels so bittersweet since i drew this before strike back came out and now Renas probably never coming back and i just-

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Rena Rouge: Great job Cat-tastrophe

Chat noir: Thanks Faux-paws.

(Both laugh)

Ladybug: Faux-paws?

Chat Noir: Its just a nickname, dont worry about it Ladybug.

Rena Rouge: So we down for our 'Paw Patrol' tonight?

Chat noir: You bet!

Ladybug: You guys are going on patrol.

Chat noir: Yea, since you've been busy we decided to give you a break. And since we both have paws, its a 'Paw Patrol'

Rena Rouge: Dont worry LB, we will keep an eye on things.

(Rena and Chat noir do their secret handshake)

Ladybug: Oh, well you two have fun.

[sunfoxfic]

Renanoir "This is Tuesday. Tuesday suck. We die on Tuesday." I thought it sounded funny.

Considering how often Alya got up at the crack of dawn to take photos of a particular event, or how often she pulled all nighters cramming for a test, or how often she was awoken abruptly by akumas that she chose to chase after, one thing was certain:

Alya Césaire was not a morning person.

So when Chat Noir asked her to do an early morning patrol the next day, she only tentatively agreed, and only because he gave her big Puss in Boots eyes.

"Oh, don't tell me you're a hater of twilight too!" Chat exclaimed a bit loudly as they paced along the rooftops.

"I don't hate twilight. I hate time. Existing. I hate existing this early. I hate being awake. And for however much I love you, I hate that I'm here right now."

Chat rolled his eyes and turned around, walking backwards while facing Rena. "Do you hate Tuesdays?"

"This is Tuesday. Tuesdays suck. We die on Tuesdays."

"I don't hate Tuesdays," Chat said, stopping in his tracks and grabbing Rena's hand. He crouched down and pressed a kiss to her fingers.

"Oh?" she asked, her face heating. If her skin were paler, he'd be able to see her blush with his night vision.

"Tuesday is when I met you, after all."

Okay maybe this. Isn't hurt comfort. It's fine. It's still MOSTLY hurt comfort.