Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

Died With Her

Something about your natural charm makes me believe you’ll never lie

Even though you lied time and time again

It used to be her. Pretty, confident, yet not cocky Emilie, who could make Nathalie feel like she was worth the world. Nathalie rarely felt like she was a nickel, that if someone traded her for even half a cookie they were right to do so. 

Emilie continued to make Nathalie feel this special even after she became an Agreste. Nathalie wanted to believe that this was only a sign of a close friendship but as she worked more and more with the Agreste’s the more she became certain that she had developed romantic feelings for Emilie Agreste. She tried to resign from her position, she didn't care that she had just worked her way up to be Gabriel’s personal assistant, it wasn't worth it when all she could think about was Emilie. She couldn't though, with her resignation filled out and in hand, she couldn't hand it over so she continued to work. 

After Emilie’s unfortunate passing Gabriel began to make Nathalie feel a similar way Emilie always had. She didn't understand why, Emilie and Gabriel were nothing alike. Gabriel did not offer constant reassurance when she felt alone and worthless, in fact, it often seemed like he didn't notice when her mood changed at all. As they continued working together to bring back Emilie they grew closer. She didn't understand why she cared at all for Gabriel but something about him just drew her in. Gabriel would never admit to feeling a similar way, he was doing all of this for his wife, he needed Nathalie alive to achieve his goals. It was another constant reminder to Nathalie that she wasn't worth it, she served a purpose, once it had been fulfilled she would mean nothing again. She didn't know much about the Miraculous or about the wish but she knew there would be a price to pay if Emilie were to come back. Nathalie was okay with that price being her life, there would be no objection. 

Then came a point where Gabriel couldn't do it, he couldn't just watch as Nathalie went through the same thing his wife did, he couldn't watch Nathalie die, Nathalie would not die, he promised himself. Gabriel stopped akumatizing people as he focused on Nathalie and her health. It hurt, somewhere he was always comparing all of Nathalie’s actions to those of Emilie. They weren't very similar yet somehow they held a certain beauty, a certain amount of confidence effortlessly. Gabriel couldn't recognize how insecure Nathalie felt, she hid it well, like she was always trained to do. 

Mask the pain

Use your brain

It was like a mantra burned into her head. It was all she heard when she felt lightheaded and tired. She repeated the constant lie of being fine. Everything else she told Gabriel was the truth, she was willing to do anything and everything to help him bring Emilie back, now she was fairly certain that one way or another she would die in the process. Death didn't scare Nathalie, it was something she welcomed in her teenage years, it was something everyone went through, there was nothing to fear. Losing people was much worse than actually dying yourself, she was certain. 

None of this stopped her from kissing Gabriel Agreste one night. She didn't know why, it seemed like the worst thing to do and she knew it was very inappropriate. He had always taken care of her though and it continuously grew her feelings, she couldn't take it, she needed to do it, even if it was just once. Nathalie didn't expect it when one of his hands flew to her hair and the other onto the curve of her back. She stood up and backed away immediately. She apologized profusely, no matter how much she had dreamed about the moment it was not right. Gabriel stood up with her and ended up backing her into the wall. He convinced her it was okay, he took his hand and traced her jawline, the artist in him saw a true model. He examined her face for what felt like hours to Nathalie as the heat in her cheeks refused to leave with him being so close. He kissed her again, she kissed back, if she was going to lose her job it was already gone, nothing was going to make this worse. Gabriel was an excellent kisser, his lips were slightly chapped and he kissed with such a desperation as if Nathalie might disappear if he were to let go of her. He left after that and the two never discussed it. She probably messed it up, she messed everything up, she constantly reminded herself as she played through the night's event again and again in her mind.