Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

What's on Paper

Gabriel and Nathalie have always been people to push aside their emotions. They were factual people who tried to act rationally and logically instead of rushing into a decision without much thinking. 

This is why Nathalie ignored her unrequited crush on her boss instead of confessing her feelings. Though, of course, his happiness met the world to her and so she worked hard with him to get Emilie back. 

This is why Gabriel had ignored anything he had ever felt towards his assistant because on paper, as he viewed most things, she was his assistant. It made sense because, on paper, he was married to his wife, Emilie Agreste. 

The problem was their lives were much more complicated than issues that could be written on paper. Regardless if they wanted to admit it Emilie was in a coma from using the peacock miraculous and Nathalie was on a similar path as her. Not only did the two women's paths overlap there but they at one point had been in love with Gabriel Agreste. The biggest problem for Nathalie being that the one point in her life was now, but Gabriel’s biggest problem was that he reciprocated feelings that he didn't even know about. 

Gabriel gave up for a bit. He said Mayura would be more powerful if Nathalie is well-rested. He just wants Nathalie well, he can't lose her. His brain is already scattered and soon he becomes risky, not in his attempts to get Emilie, but in his attempts to show Nathalie just how much he cares. 

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He is bored, Nathalie has told him nothing important is on his schedule. Her schedule is clear today and Adrien won't be home until late, he has his bodyguard with him though. It's just them, Gabriel and Nathalie, together, in the mansion. They’re in the same room too, Nathalie tapping away, almost mindlessly on her keyboard, while Gabriel pretends to be analyzing his monitor. It's just a blank screen but pretending to look at his computer offers the best view of his assistant. 

He takes some time to admire the way her traditional blazer and turtleneck hug her body. He tries not to imagine leaving marks on her neck that would force her to wear that sweater, that fails, and soon he sees her wearing next to nothing. Her body is covered with marks that he knows he made. The thought leaves him as Nathalie starts coughing violently. 

Running over he rests a hand on her back and feels helpless as she continues to cough. Blood starts to come up and so Gabriel grabs a small trash can and she throws up her breakfast. He gives her a tissue and she wipes her mouth.

“It’s getting worse,” he notes, “you weren't throwing up before. Is this the first time?”

Nathalie shakes her head, “no, it's happened a few times before.”

“And when did you plan to tell me?”

“I didn't want to bother you,” Nathalie said, her voice hoarse. 

Gabriel hugs Nathalie the best he can from his standing position while she is still seated in her office chair.

“You're never a bother Nath, I need to take care of you, if your condition is getting worse I need to know,” Gabriel tells her. 

He leaves words unsaid because he can't tell her half of what he feels, he doesn't think he would be able to articulate it properly if he could tell her. 

He offers a hand to her and she uses him as a support as he guides her to the bathroom. He leaves the room quickly and brings her back a glass of water. She brings the glass to her lips and swishes the water around her mouth before spitting it into the sink. She does this two more times before the taste of vomit is gone.

Gabriel hands her a mint from his pocket and she graciously takes it. She would have taken anything to get the smell of vomit off her breath. He picks her up and carries her, bridal style, towards his bedroom.