The Agreste Papers | GabeNath One-Shots

I thought i got a happy ending

⚠️WARNING⚠️ : this chapter will have mentions of blood, and death. Continue reading at your own risk

As Nathalie puts on the peacock brooch, the room starts spinning. She ignored it like she always did. But something wasn't right.

She felt so weak, she quickly fell to the floor coughing, "dark wings fall!" Hawkmoth shouted as he returned to being Gabriel Agreste. "Nathalie, are you okay!?" He said, panic in his voice.

She couldn't answer. It seemed like too much effort to even breathe at that point. She felt her mouth swelling, her head was pounding with extricating pain. "Sir.." was all she could get out before falling into a deep slumber.

Watching all of this unfold before him Gabriel was terrified. In one swift movement he grabbed Nathalie. Holding her bridal style, he bolted to the elevator.  At this point he was praying it would go faster as it transported him to his office.

He looked at her practically lifeless body, she seemed to be deteriorating before him. She was dying and it was all his fault. He has noticed that Duusu hadn't said anything but he didn't have time to think about that now. He was focused on one thing and one thing only, making sure Nathalie was okay.

After what seemed like an eternity the elevator finally came to a stop. He ran out of the office and into his bedroom. He didn't know why he chose his bedroom out of all places, but he had no time to think right now and was going off of instinct.

He set her down on his large bed, she was breathing, but barely. Her mouth has traces of blood and her face was pale. He ripped of the brooch that still remained on her shirt. He picked up a phone and called a doctor.

"No! God damnit that will too long!" He shouted into the phone, "Mr. Agreste, there's no quicker way for me to get there." The doctor on the other line responded, still not knowing what the problem was at the Agreste household. Not even bothering to respond the designer hung up. Turning to look at his assistant, she seemed lifeless. But her breath proved she was at least alive.

He reached a hand to her face and brushed a strand of hair away. His touch remained on the assistant, he felt as if he let go she would drift away. He immediately noticed her eyes started to flutter open. "S-sir...Gabriel...?" The weak assistant tried to cry out. "I'm right here Nath. I'm right here. Are you okay? What can I do. Please just stay with me. Alright? Can you do that Nath?" The designer was speaking so quickly he hardly realized what he was saying.

He moved the hand that lingered on her check to cup her chin, moving her head to look at him. "Sir..I can't see anything. E-everything's pitch black!" Said a petrified Nathalie. Her vision was completely gone.  He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what he could do.

He moved from the edge of the bed to the left side. Gently pulling Nathalie into his body. He undid the tight bun she always wore, trying to get her comfortable. He couldn't help but admire the beautiful girls hair. He ran his fingers through her hair and attempted to scooch even closer to her then he had already been. He wrapped his arm around her body, leaving one hand to play with her hair.

He felt her entire body relax immediately under his touch, a bolt of fear rose in him. He sat up slightly, "Nathalie, are you okay? Nathalie please. Please say something." He pleaded to the assistant that barely took a breath. "Sir..I love you" is the only thing she replied before her body fell limp, and her breathing stopped. Gabriel couldn't believe it. And the doctor? She never showed up.

It had been 2 weeks since Nathalie passed. He dug Emilie, putting his dear assistant in her place. He gave up his miraculous. He tried to work on his relationship with his son, who was equally as devasted. He started taking more breaks, he started showing up to events, Becuase it's what Nathalie would have wanted. She knew the risks, she always did. Yet she wanted to do it. She wanted to do it all, for him. For as long as he could remember, Gabriel seemed incapable of crying. Never shed a tear, never sobbed. It seemed he just wasn't capable.

He only shed a few tears when Emilie passed. But with Nathalie? It wasn't the same. The man was completely broken. His room was a complete mess, broken vases, photos, even shelves. Glass and mirror fragments everywhere. He would do anything to see his assistant again. But he had given up the miraculous. He could never see her again. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, make love to her. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. She was dead. She was dead and it was his fault.

     He had practically killed the love of his life.