#sangreste fanfics

[rayraygo1267]

please can you share the sangreste fanfics youve read

Of course! :)

Note: All of these are AO3 (Archive of our own) fanfics

Ménage à trois by silverhibiscus

Summary: This is a one-shot that takes place in a world where Emilie was resurrected and Gabriel remains alive. In short Emilie and Gabriel both confess their feelings for Nathalie and some 'fun' activities between the three of them ensue. This fic is explicit which means it is meant for mature audiences (18+) so read with caution.

Do you feel that? by DevHasIssues (Diamondisbackbitch)

Summary: This fic is a one-shot that takes place in a universe in which Emilie and Gabriel are married and in an attempt to spice up their relationship in the bedroom, Emilie by using the peacock miraculous creates a sentimonster (Nathalie) to join in on their sexual endeavors. This fic is explicit which means it is meant for mature audiences (18+) so read with caution.

Sharing is Caring by lurdlord

Summary: This fic is also a one-shot in which Emilie romances Nathalie and confesses the feelings that she has kept hidden from her and how she is aware that Gabriel also shares those same feelings. Emilie thinks that she and Gabriel should be able to 'share' Nathalie, hence the title and with all three of them in agreement they all have a little 'fun.' Emilie is the dominant one in this fic. Also this fic contains explicit content which means it is meant for mature audiences (18+) so read with caution.

Truth or Dare by Miscellaneous_mess

Summary: This is a multi chapter fic, in which Gabriel, Nathalie and Emilie are all in poly relationship where they are all very much infatuated with each other, yet the beginning of their interest in one another all began back when they were in high school and this fic delves into the sangreste past with each exploratory chapter.

Quick Note: There are definitely more Sangreste fanfics out there, these were just a few of my favorites so I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did (even though they’re all kinda cursed but in a good way!)

[valvalentintin]

Thoughts on Emilie/Nat/Gabriel? :0

11/10, fantastic, spectacular, show stopping, even though my comic is gabenath heavy it's canon there too (if she wakes up lol)

[marystulips]

Prone to their doubts, Chapter 2 - Rating: T, it will get angsty

Emilie Agreste has gone missing and one year later detective Nooroo is on the case. Can the truth be discovered? And would that be enough to save the occupants of the Agreste Mansion from their doubts?

Murder mystery set in an alternate universe without miraculouses. Inspired by the french song "Et si tu n'existais pas"

In this chapter we're diving into the day of Emilie's disappearance.

[telmes]

fic masterlist

a growing list of fics that i’ve posted both here or on ao3.

ongoing

when there's lovin' in the air (ahh) - gabenath. gabriel digs a hole and has a realization in the process.

are you ready to bleed yourself (to please her) - eminath. an eminath drabble collection.

completed

i plead of thee, have sympathy for me - gabenath. hanahaki au. (warning for blood mention, character death)

have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? - gabenath. gabriel regrets. (warning for character death)

there's no such thing as time to kill - gabenath. five (four) times gabriel almost dies and one (two) where he does. (warning for character death)

see how deep the bullet lies - gabenath. prosecutor/detective au. (warning for implied sexual content, character death)

01:04am - gen. nathalie-centric feels. (warning for animal death)

in the mouth of the sun - sangrestes. eighteen 100 word drabbles. (warning for implied sexual content)

halika na - one-sided gabenath. more nathalie-centric feels (warning for non-consensual touching)

if i kissed you - gabenath. winter/kissing prompts.

gusto kitang isayaw ng mabagal - sangrestes. nathalie and gabriel and emilie dance.

you push me down - mamanath/eminath. nathalie and emilie have a moment.

kiss yourself goodnight - gabenath. gabriel takes a drunk nathalie home.

there’s a thunder in (our) hearts - gabenath. prosecutor/detective au. sequel to ‘see how deep the bullet lies’. (warning for implied sexual content)

you’re fooling heaven - gabenath. nathalie is sick.

how brave the moon - sangrestes. adrinette. ten 100 word drabbles between five people. sorta sequel to ‘in the mouth of the sun’

tell me how he makes you feel - gabenath. reverse hanahaki au. (warning for desc of vomitting/blood/general hanahaki angst). collab w/ @unecoccinellenoire

heartbeat in hand - gabenath. hawkmoth and mayura fuse.

bye bye baby blue - gen. marinette pov think about hawkmoth’s death.

​something about a motorcycle - gabenath. a motorcycle ride and mini-realizations.

sorry for being late - gen. nathalie-centric drabble.

thank you for taking me - eminath. an eminath abo drabble. (warning for the abo dynamic)

sorry for still being here - minor gabenath. post s5 ep1 drabble.

sorry for dreaming - gabenath. (warning for implied sexual content)

january calls (her) a coward - gabenath. various gabenath drabbles for the 'a drabble a day' mini-challenge of the gabenath reverse bang!

post-op conversation - gen. nooroo and nathalie talk.

events

all or nothing (gn minibang 2020) - gabenath/gabrilie. gabriel wins. 

well, of course i’ve tried lavender (gn reverse bang 2020) - gabenath. paris ships hawkyura. chaos ensues.

three minutes till dawn (gn reverse bang 2023) - gabenath. minor eminath. minor gabriel x harry. a goddess!nathalie, acolyte!gabriel story.

[mirime-kisarrastine]

An Affair

Happy birthday, @aliensfordonuts a.k.a. @gabriel-fucking-agreste, here's some OT3 fluff without plot for you. Cca 900 words.

~~~~~~~

Adèle was in a relatively good mood when Nathalie and Gabriel came home from Milan. She had been pouting for a week when her enforced bed rest had forced her to sit out the fashion week but considering how far she had been in the pregnancy and how there had already been far too many close calls, she had agreed her staying at home had been for the best.

"Welcome home," she called out to her partners and patted the sides of her bed. "Come here and tell me everything I missed."

"There's not much to tell," Gabriel said as he leaned down and kissed her. "The collection was a success, none of the models tripped or had any sort of wardrobe malfunction and we signed a contract for the distribution of our clothes in Italy."

"We need to move up the timetable for the expansion of our production facilities but planning for that can wait until tomorrow," Nathalie added as Adèle started to frown. That reassurance given, Nathalie toed off her heels and climbed on the bed, reaching one arm around Adèle into a loose half-embrace. "Everything alright here?"

"Doctor Sage stopped by every day and everything's progressing as it should. I've been bored out of my mind, though; and I missed you."

"We missed you, too."

"Did you?" Adèle asked as she gestured for Gabriel to hand her a magazine from a stack of them on the bedside table. "Because this has some sordid details about your affair."

Adèle opened the magazine to the section that dealt with the fashion news. The dominant picture on the page was a slightly grainy photo obviously taken in the backstage of a runway. It showed Gabriel leaning over Nathalie, his hands cupping her face as they appeared to discuss something.

It was suggestive and the accompanying article made sure to point it out. It mentioned the close working relationship between the two, the fact that Gabriel's pregnant wife had been out of the public eye for a while now, the apparent ease with which they acted...

"Do you two need to tell me anything?"

Nathalie huffed.

"The air conditioning was badly set and my glasses kept fogging up. I was putting in my contacts and Gabriel was helping me because we had two minutes until our models walked and I didn't have time to go into the bathroom to do it myself."

Adèle giggled.

"It is kind of funny how they got it right and yet wrong at the same time."

An affair implied certain dishonesty on the participants' sides; there was none of that here. All three of them were equally involved.

"I guess taking any sort of legal action will just make things worse?" Gabriel asked in resignation. It didn't sit well with him to let this go but the three of them had decided a long time ago that if they were to go public with their arrangement, it would be after the brand and the company got known on the merits of its products, not the creators' personal lives. And that was still at least two years away.

"Don't, reading how of the mark they were was the most fun I had over the week, other than our calls."

Nathalie pulled the magazine towards herself and was studying the photo.

"You know, it's actually a pretty good picture, except for the low quality."

"I know," Adèle said. "I think this kind of composition could actually work pretty well for that line you are designing for the next year. I hope to be back to work part-time by then and if we make sure to hire models similar in looks to you two, it will be a very effective finger to the magazine."

"Playing a long game, darling?" Gabriel asked. Adèle smiled.

"Always."

"If I'm not allowed to work on the production plans, you two aren't definitely allowed to plot your revenge," Nathalie said as she tossed the magazine back to the table.

"But revenge plotting is not the same as work," Adèle protested. Nathalie gave her The Look and then she aimed it at Gabriel who wasn't doing a good job of hiding his smile.

"What?" she asked. He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it in the direction of the closet.

"Nothing," he said and took his seat next to Adèle, mirroring Nathalie's pose and sneaking in a quick kiss with each woman. Adèle sighed happily.

"I really missed you," she said again.

"We won't be going anywhere until the little one is born," Gabriel promised.

"I already scheduled a month off for us around your due date," Nathalie added. "We'll just take two hours a day to keep the company running. No more."

Adèle pulled her into a kiss. If Nathalie had scheduled something, there was no force on the Earth that would make her budge from that.

"You're the best," Adèle said when they broke apart. Gabriel cleared his throat and Adèle rolled her eyes teasingly before she turned to kiss him, as well. "You, too, you jealous baby."

Nathalie smirked at him. He scowled back. Adèle sighed before she snuggled into Gabriel, pulling Nathalie closer as well. She felt them kissing her temples and smiled, basking in the affection. They were home, they were happy, they were together. The life was good.

[pancakesetsandwiches]

OK SO PASSION AIRED AND I AM LOSING IT. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

This is the best episode ever.

First of all, my boy is in love. He is the absolute cutest, I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt him.

Like come on, look at him

AND THE KITCHEN SCENE. YA'LL

GABE LOOKS SO HAPPY

AND ADRIEN CALLED HIM "DAD" 😭

AND THEY GENUINELY LOOK LIKE A FAMILY. I AM SOBBING.

AND THIS FREAKING SCENE KILLED ME

Adrien's like, "Ring? Romance? STEP-MOTHER??"

And of course, this part took me out.

Lucky bastard.

BUT HERE'S THE BEST PART. I SWEAR IDK HOW THIS EPISODE DID NOT KILL ME.

SANGRESTE

I can already imagine the fanfics oh my goodness. But this is not all guys 😭. I literally haven't included half of the episode like it's that good. Watch it. Now. Watch the episode

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds by Azuranaito

When Adrien finds a photograph of Nathalie and Gabriel from when they were teenagers, it raises a lot of questions in his mind. How long have they known each other? Have they always been friends? Were they something more at one point in their life? And if so, how did his mother change that? As he digs deeper in the past, he finds the answers he seeks... Along with revelations he never knew. Revelations that he wished weren't true. Things he never would have learned if he stayed silent. With that begs the question, could coming to grips with the mistakes of the past help fix what may come in the future? One could only hope.

Words: 13051, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Nathalie Sancoeur, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Emilie Agreste

Relationships: Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/Nathalie Sancoeur

Additional Tags: gabenath, Backstory fanfic, Mostly gabenath, But there's snippets of sangrestes and eminath, Flashbacks, Young Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur, Canon Divergent, some season 4 spoilers, Everything is divergent probably after Gabriel Agreste ep, Eventual Hawkmoth reveal, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Gabriel and Nathalie redemption, Eventual Gabenath fankid, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth Identity Reveal

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35846512

[miraculouspaon]

16 and 23

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

If poly ships are allowed, Sangrestes, no contest. If not, gosh, one of the three sub-couples of Sangrestes, but which one?????????? It’s a very even three-way tie! Gawd.

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Mmmmmmmmmaybe The Butterfly and her Brother? Overall I feel pretty good about it, but it was the first fic I’d started after like a ten year hiatus, I honestly never thought I’d write fanfic again before I found myself compelled to start writing that. And as such, the first few chapters are…rougher than I’d like. And those are the first chapters to an epic series than I am very very proud of writing, so part of me is always hesitant to recommend that people start reading my fics from the proper beginning, I want to be like, “…but it gets better! I promise! You know what, maybe just start with the third story and go back and read this one later, once I’ve got my emotional hooks in you.” I’m not actually sure what a rewrite would look like, I think everything past chapter five or so would be basically the same, but the beginning would probably be very different and less expositiony.

[telmes]

in the mouth of the sun

summary: eighteen 100 word drabbles  words: 1,800 disclaimer: implied sexual content. tagged mature on ao3.

excerpt:

They call her Paonne. Nathalie calls her Emilie.

They call her Mariposa. Emilie calls her Nathalie.

Magic bends against their will because Emilie’s charm is in the way she kisses the air, uncompelled but open; with a mouthful of stars, cheeks stuffed with light spilling over her lips. Each kiss is light and wet, a pop, an explosion, not unlike the creation of black holes and new universes. Her teeth grind stars into dust; stardust, ha!, and when she swallows, the world just makes it all over again.

And Nathalie will do anything Emilie asks.

Because? It’s love.

It’s love.

read the whole fic on ao3!

[telmes]

how brave the moon

summary: 10 100-word drabbles between 5 people

excerpt:

At night, two boys knock on her door to whisper faint Goodnights and Sweet Dreams. It’s not hard to tell which of the two say which. 

Adrien knocks three times. His voice is timid when he speaks through her locked door. He never tries to open it. 

Gabriel knocks once. He is calm. The handle jiggles but she locks her door and ignores the irritation bleeding through his skin. 

Nathalie chews on her lower lip. He leaves.

He will try again in three hours, holding the master key. She will be asleep. She will never know what will happen next.

nathalie | adrien | gabriel | marinette | emilie 

[telmes]

tayo lang ang may alam

summary: emilie and gabriel come to terms with their feelings for nathalie notes: (and then they do absolutely shit with it.) title is from the song 'tayo lang ang may alam' by peryodiko which translates to 'we're the only ones who know' and well!!!! thats a thing!!!! let me have my tagalog titles words: 730

Emilie shifts under Gabriel’s intense gaze, fidgeting as her senses leave her in the dust. She can feel the beating of her heart, deafening against the eerie silence that has enveloped them both.

“Is it wrong to feel this way?” Gabriel murmurs, hands gripping the hem of Emilie’s skirt. 

They’re sitting on a bench, by the oval they would run during the morning. That day, they have opted to forgo running. Their knees touch, and something electric jolts between Gabriel’s spine. He straightens and lets go, just as Emilie shuffles away, putting space between them.

“It isn’t wrong,” she said slowly, carefully, though her hands have begun wringing themselves, and her thoughts have begun jumping all over the place. “I didn’t think to ever hear it from you though.”

“You always say that,” Gabriel intones suddenly, staring at his lap. “You say that every time I surprise you.”

“Because everything you do is surprising,” Emilie counters just as quickly, facing her friend— or is it more than a friend, because the lines are blurring too much for her to distinguish anything. “You do things that I would’ve never expected for you to do. It’s refreshing, to always be caught unaware, to be honest.”

The smile that Gabriel glimpses on Emilie’s face, small and yet sincere, sends him metaphorically tumbling down. 

“And, to be honest,” Emilie starts, holding onto Gabriel’s hands, “I feel the same. So, it’s not just you.”

There’s something so freeing about saying those exact words.  She feels the same. That she’s in the same boat as him. Gabriel’s eyes light up, an uncharacteristic show of happiness that Emilie drinks in until she’s so full of it.

They are silent for what feels like years, listing down their thoughts, thunderous in their minds. They both know what they’re thinking now, from the declaration that came unbidden from Emilie’s lips.

“How do we tell her?”

“Do we?” Gabriel closes the distance between them, resting his forehead on Emilie’s own. Any other day, she would be stuttering and red from the proximity, blushing with affection for the boy in front of her.

Now, she only lets out a shaky breath. Her eyes close at the exhale.

“We have to, it’s only fair to her.”

&&

The days pass without incident or fanfare. Emilie and Gabriel have yet to tell Nathalie what they feel and Nathalie has never felt more alone in her life.

Their class begins to notice the sudden wall built between the three. 

Emilie and Gabriel  have cordoned one side of the room for themselves, huddled together with their heads down. Their whispers are too soft to catch that even the most perceptive of their class has the hardest time hearing them. 

It helps no one that they are sat beside each other.

Nathalie has been sitting in her chair for the past few minutes, poring over homework that isn’t due until next week. It’s obvious to everyone that she’s distracting herself and she thinks it’s a reason enough for her not to go near Gabriel and Emilie.

It is maddening to see them stack those figurative walls around each other. No one knows why Gabriel and Emilie have separated themselves from Nathalie, and however much they want to ask, all they get are strained smiles (from Emilie) or irritated one-word answers (from Gabriel).

The realization that something must have happened with her friends spur Nathalie away. Something has changed. They are closer now— feather-like touches and silent but meaningful conversations exchanged through smiles and stares. Nathalie notices, because she has yet to drag her gaze away from the both of them for too long to miss the little things.

There is something more now, beneath the cherry red staining Emilie’s cheeks or the quaking in Gabriel’s voice.

There is something different now, whenever Emilie moves to Gabriel’s side, looping her hands over his and dragging him away, or when Gabriel flashes a seething glare at their classmates for blatantly eyeing Emilie as she walks with her head held high.

There is something she’s afraid to name now, as she watches them avoid her like the plague, heads bowed and lips pursed, like they are afraid of her, or they are wary of her presence.

Of what, Nathalie muses, she doesn’t yet know. She is equally afraid, and just as they avoid her, she has opted to avoid them.

[telmes]

gusto kitang isayaw ng mabagal

summary: nathalie and gabriel and emilie dance. notes: the title is in tagalog because the song is in tagalog. it means ‘i want to dance with you slowly’ or, the better sounding sentence would be ‘i want to slow dance with you’. anyway!! words: 1227

Something pleasant hums between the spaces of Nathalie’s ribs, snaking its way around terse edges to settle across the expanse of her chest. The hole she calls her heart is beating in tune to the music playing on the too-expensive speakers, a rumble beneath her feet.

Her eyes catch movement along her peripheral; of blonde hair tossed carelessly; of two bodies gliding across the dance floor; of too-shy-in-the-face-of-their-wife-fashion-moguls having a hard time letting go of his tense shoulders to be able to enjoy an evening in the company of the only woman who could coax him out of his office.

Nathalie enjoys the view. Her satisfaction over the fact that Emilie has pulled Gabriel from his work, to dance the night away, is palpable over the sounds of the slow jazz number ringing in their ears. She is sat, alone, allowing herself a moment of peace from the papers and the calls, the meetings and the people, the throbbing of her miraculous beneath the lapel of her blazer and the innocuous laughter that both Gabriel and Emilie share when one or the other play supervillain.

If her boss and his wife can let the night pass without incident, so can she.

When the music shifts to something a little more upbeat, Nathalie leaves for the balcony. She spares a lingering glance at the two Agrestes to confirm that they’re still having the time of their lives; or, at least, Emilie is. Gabriel’s tense shoulders are obvious even from where Nathalie stood.

Despite his noticeable discomfort, she can see the subtlest of smiles flitting across his lips as Emilie pulls him close. Nathalie has always been privy to his expressions, however minute they are; and currently, despite the fact that he will deny it come morning, he knows that during the night before that he has let himself go.

&&

Somewhere in the building, above their heads, she knows Duusu and Nooroo are enjoying a night off, deserving of it after everything they've been going through.

In her thoughts, Nathalie wonders if either her or Gabriel and Emile deserve a night off everything too.

&&

“I want to slow dance with you,” Gabriel says when she returns, embarrassment coloring his cheeks an obvious red.

Maybe that’s just the exhaustion from trying to keep up with Emilie.

Nathalie looks at him anyway, awed and decidedly enamored by the flush of cheeks. She coughs in order to cover up her surprise, yet failing in that regard. Emilie wants to laugh at the awkward request-slash-order from her husband and the subsequent reaction from his assistant, nudging Gabriel as his oxfords tap insistently on the floor, making an insistent clacking sound.

Oh.

He only does that when he’s nervous.

Gabriel looks the part of a teenager asking his prom date for a dance, Nathalie notes, remembering the film Adrien made her watch months ago. When she doesn’t answer quick enough, Emilie slides beside her, bumping her shoulder.  

“Oh come on Nath. It’s only for one night,” Emilie croons, shifting in her seat. A perfectly manicured nail pokes at Nathalie’s side, causing the woman to let out a soft yelp.

“Wouldn’t they talk?” Nathalie’s hand rubs her side. That does nothing to stop Emilie from doing it again.

Emilie shrugs. She stands to plant a kiss on Nathalie’s cheek, to the woman’s growing horror. The sticky sensation on her skin prevents her from rubbing her cheek. She doesn’t want to smear the mark Emilie left.

Considering the color of Emilie’s lips, it probably matches her turtleneck.

“The staff know to stay quiet.” Emilie punctuates her words with a giggle.  

Gabriel clears his throat to let them know that he’s still there, standing expectantly, waiting for an answer. Emilie laughs as Nathalie takes his offered hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

It feels like shrapnel digging against her chest when the speakers echo the voice singing about love found and love lost. Gabriel’s hands are on her waist while hers wrap around his neck. It is intimate enough that she wishes Emilie were here instead of her.

At the same time, she’s glad for the moment.

“I’m glad this song played instead. I don’t think I could’ve handled another fast one after all the spinning Emilie made me do,” Gabriel says as he leans to rest his forehead on her own.

“I apologize for missing it,” she replies, closing her eyes. “I’ll have to review the security footage later. I’d love to see the great Gabriel Agreste at the mercy of his wife.”

He huffs petulantly. “You make it sound as though you aren’t under her thumb most of the time.”

She cracks open one eye to see him pouting. It makes her flash a rare smile at him.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.”

His breath on her face is a warmth that only serves to send shivers down her spine. He smells like cinnamon and spices; a Gabriel-exclusive. He knows how attached she is to the scent of cinnamon.

“I’m appalled that you get a kiss while I was dragged around like a ragdoll.” Gabriel hums, lifting his head to turn towards his wife, letting out a surprised noise.

Nathalie searches for Emilie only to see her head resting on their table, blonde hair splayed over her like a blanket. She stifles a laugh as Gabriel steps away from her, and both start their short trek towards the now sleeping woman.

“It looks like all that spinning took a toll on her,” Nathalie muses.

“That it did.”

“Will you retire for the evening? I’ll get the staff to clean everything up for tomorrow.”

“I think that would be for the best,” Gabriel answers. He squares his shoulders before taking Emilie into his arms, lifting her up bridal style. Her head flops unceremoniously on Gabriel’s chest.

He sighs. Yet he doesn’t mind it, from the smile he has, directed at his sleeping wife.

The faint snores that escape her lips bring both Nathalie and Gabriel endless amounts of mirth; it is only through sheer willpower that Nathalie doesn’t take out her phone to record Emilie at that moment.

Instead, Nathalie tucks Emilie’s hanging arm on top of her chest. There is a softness present in the woman’s face that never ceases to amaze her. Nathalie leaves a chaste kiss on Emilie’s cheek after, on the same side where she’d been kissed earlier.

“Goodnight Emilie,” she whispers, watching the slow rise and fall of Emilie’s chest. Affection flutters throughout her body, and when she glances at Gabriel, she sees that affection mirrored in his blue eyes.

She reaches up to him (not a difficult endeavor, considering she is almost his height) and gives him a kiss on his lips. It is short and it ends far faster than he would normally hope, but she doesn’t want him to drop Emilie if she prolongs it.

“There. I hope you aren’t disappointed that it won’t leave a mark.”

“It’s not as though I would actually drop her,” he grumbles.

Nathalie laughs. Not loud enough to stir the sleeping woman in his arms but enough to make Gabriel level a glare in her direction. It lacks the intimidating presence he tends to have, but that was only because of the woman in his arms.

Nathalie steps aside, allowing him to pass her. “Goodnight Gabriel.”

“Goodnight Nathalie.”

[telmes]

i’m ready for the worst

summary: mayura bleeds out of nathalie in small doses. notes: this was inspired by art!! by tired_lavender216 on insta which you can find HERE!! words: 847

“Sir?” 

Nathalie’s voice rings against the silence of the atelier, effectively catching Gabriel’s attention from the designs he is painstakingly attempting to finish for the last three hours. Three hours that he could have used to further smother a recently revived Emilie as she adjusts back into normal life.

Then again, Adrien has taken that as his personal mission, so maybe it is in his best interest to leave his son to it.

“Yes, Nathalie?”

When Gabriel looks up and glances at his assistant, something akin to fear flares from his chest. His miraculous bites through his clothes, and the gasp that comes bidden from his lips stir Nooroo from his slumber. The kwami wakes just as Duusuu does from her perch on Nathalie’s hair, both feeling the burst of emotion and the shout that Gabriel releases.

Staring back at Gabriel, behind Nathalie’s clear glasses, was the pink of Mayura’s eyes.

His first instinct is to abandon his work station and attempt to approach Nathalie, just as she exudes confusion that he feels alongside his own. 

“Nathalie,” Gabriel says slowly, walking in a deliberate, unhurried pace towards her side of the room. He doesn’t want to startle her. He makes no mention of her eyes, blinking back at him as he takes tumultuous steps forward. “Are you alright?”

“Yes? Is, is something wrong sir?”

Her tone holds none of the usual traits of her sickness. Even then, he has never seen this at Nathalie’s worst. Even when she’d laid at his feet, grovelling for release, blue had pierced against his silver. 

Mayura’s gaze deepens and Gabriel’s second instinct to snatch the miraculous from Nathalie’s breast pocket abruptly dies. Still, he approaches her with the intent to take it but not so suddenly that she will retaliate.

If she actually will retaliate. 

How sure is he that she will? That she won’t?

Before he can even act, before he can even stretch his arms to reach for the brooch, Nathalie (Mayura?) blinks and the pink vanishes. 

&&

Emilie comes some time around lunch.

She enters the room with all the grace of a hurricane, arms moving in large, sweeping motions. A kiss is given to both of Nathalie’s cheeks and the taller woman, pink-faced and flushing, excuses herself from the room. Gabriel watches all of this with thinly veiled amusement, allowing Emilie to stand by his side as she gives him a small peck on his lips.

“Have you noticed anything odd about Nathalie?” Gabriel asks, just as Emilie takes a seat on Nathalie’s chair. Her poise is a force to be reckoned with; majestic yet brimming with authority, even when sat on his assistant’s place near the door.

“What do you mean by ‘odd’, love?” She replies sweetly, yet there is an undercurrent of ‘if you don’t tell me exactly what it is, I won’t be able to answer you’ lacing her words. Gabriel knows that Emilie has always been partial to Nathalie. They were something like friends when Nathalie came into his employment and the relationship only grew to where it was with their combined resilience and effort against his sensibilities.

Still, Gabriel wouldn’t have it any other way. To be surrounded by two headstrong women is a dream. To be loved by both is a wish come true.

“Earlier, when she called for me, I saw something peculiar about her,” he starts, making note to emphasize the word peculiar. Emilie catches onto this, brows raising, as she nods for him to continue. “She had pink eyes Emilie. Her blue eyes turned pink and I’m not sure why that happened now of all times when she hasn’t used the miraculous in weeks, and I’m not sure—”

“Breathe, Gabriel.” Emilie whispers in his ear, reaching up to cradle his face in her hands.

Gabriel only notices that she’s left Nathalie’s chair, already in front of him as his thoughts spiral to different conclusions; all of which were disastrous in their conception.

“I’ve noticed it too, my love. It’s not just you,” she says after a moment, a finger trailing to touch the spot where Gabriel’s miraculous lay dormant beneath his striped ascot. “I’ve seen it. Mayura staring at me during the nights I spent with Nathalie.”

“And you didn’t care to tell me?” His question permeates through her declaration as though betrayed by the very thought that she knows . 

Emilie laughs at that. A small sound, a tinkle against his growing horror.

“I didn’t think it important. I thought it was normal. You’ve yet to tell me everything you’ve done to get me back,” she throws out, sounding bitter and amused. Emilie’s eyes burn with emotion, and she shifts in her spot. “Don’t you dare lecture me about secrets.”

Gabriel closes his eyes. 

When he opens them again, Emilie has moved back to Nathalie’s seat, back to her senses. She is all smiles, waiting for the third person in their party to arrive.

Nathalie returns to them when Emilie settles. When the doors open, and when both Gabriel and Emilie glance at her, all they see is pink.