Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

Married in Vegas

In Gabriel Agreste’s life the most important holiday is fashion week. An international event where designers from all across the world work are displayed and the best of the best always shine, no doubt it’s him. This year, it’s in ‘fabulous’ Las Vegas. Of course he brings Nathalie, he would be lost without her. The last night, they get carried away, they have a little too much to drink and stumble their way into a discount chapple where Gabriel spares ‘no expense’ in their wedding. Drunken Nathalie somewhere knows better but she loves Gabriel too much to care. They wake up with wedding bands on their fingers, in the same bed, and with next to nothing on their bodies but what they assumed was once a wedding dress and tuxedo on the floor of the hotel room. A thousand missed calls from the private pilot confirm they missed their appointment but they have bigger problems, alcohol is a reason for an annulment right? What if that’s what neither of them wants? So maybe what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but if you travel back to Paris while pregnant, that unborn baby can’t stay in Vegas.

Gabriel Agreste wasn't a fan of the holidays, especially once his wife fell into a coma. The most important ‘holiday’ to him was fashion week. An International event where designers come from around the world showing off their most fabulous designs. Gabriel sees it as an opportunity each year to prove that he is still the best.

This year the runway week happens to be in fabulous Las Vegas. He leaves Adrien under the care of his bodyguard as Nathalie and him go to Vegas for the week. 

It’s a crammed week, a stressful week for the both of them as they are constantly running around, Nathalie especially making sure everything is perfect. Making sure the designs have no wrinkles, making sure everyone is on time and where they need to be, it would be too much for one person. This is the week that Gabriel is always the most thankful to have Nathalie at his side. 

The last day is celebrating, the lack of failures and the success his lines are already having as a result. They both have their fair share of drinks, they deserve it. The only problem with this is Nathalie does not deal with alcohol well. 

It’s after her third drink, no her fourth, she has lost track, but she's over Gabriel. Not the way she had been trying to get herself to be over Gabriel, but in the way where she won't let go of him now. Gabriel is two drinks ahead of her though and so he can't say he's minding the attention. 

Soon her lips on his and anytime else the pair would care about their reputations and would care about that, in Gabriel’s eyes, Emilie was still alive. At this moment though, they don't care. Nothing is more important than the person in front of them. 

“I love you,” Nathalie finally admits. 

“Marry me, Nathalie,” she doesn't know if it's a request or a demand but she's willing to do it. 

They stumble, from wherever they are, to a nearby neon sign that reads “Weddings”.

“I want the nicest wedding for me and my girl,” Gabriel’s words are slurred as he and Nathalie barge in. 

A receptionist rolls her eyes, a drunk couple roaring in and insisting they want to get married is no shocker. 

“She want a dress?” the receptionist spits back.

“Yes,” Gabriel answers.

“You want a suit?” she asks.

“Yep.”

“Do you need a ring?” the girl behind the desk asks notching Nathalie’s bare fingers. 

“I’m so sorry, Nath, I didn't even think of getting you a ring,” Gabriel says, turning to his fiance now.