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TodoIida Incorrect Quotes

Note: I’ll get back to Miraculous Ladybug content soon I swear! 😭I’m just having writer’s block at the moment!

Anyway time for me to obsess over my two favorite mha men.

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Todoroki: Everyone, Iida and I are no longer friends

Iida: *Doing dramatic arm-chop motions* THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE WE ARE DATING!

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*Todoroki and Iida cuddling in bed*

Todoroki: *sleepily* You know Iida, I want to wake up with you everyday…for the rest of our lives

Iida: I wake up at 4:30 AM everyday for a morning run

Todoroki:…

Todoroki: I want to see you at some point everyday for the rest of our lives. As long as it’s past 9 AM

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Iida: I swear that I will always be there for you no matter what! I will support you at your highest of highs and your lowest of lows! I—

Todoroki: *Kisses him* Will you stop talking now?

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Todoroki: *Trying to intimidate Iida with his quirk while they’re training together*

Iida: *Scoops Todoroki up as if he weighs nothing*

Todoroki: *Surprised pikachu face*

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Todoroki: Iida, do you believe in love at first sight?

Iida: Um…no but I do believe in love at first blur

Todoroki: *Confused* First blur?

Iida: When I first saw you I didn’t have my glasses on so all you were was just a fuzzy blur of white and red

Todoroki:…

Iida: But you were a very lovely blur nonetheless!

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Todoiida Headcanons

Note: Okay I know this is completely random since this page is mainly centered around Miraculous Ladybug and gabenath but for some reason I’m falling back into my old mha phase and I can’t stop thinking about these two idiots. So here’s some headcanons I guess…

Todoroki is always the little spoon when him and Iida are cuddling

Despite being the shorter and smaller one in the relationship, Todoroki is definitely the more dominant one, due to Iida being very professional and not wanting to break any rules or boundaries

Iida despises pda but Todoroki loves it and tries to see how far he can go before Iida gets annoyed

Iida is the only person Todoroki will allow to touch his scar

Iida always keeps a box of bandaids on him in case Todoroki gets a paper cut

Sometimes Todoroki will mess up Iida’s study notes just so he can see his exasperated yet affectionate reaction

Due to both their immense wealth they often go to movies and rent out the entire theatre for dates so it can be just them and the big screen

They like to read books together side by side or over each others shoulders and both share a love for literature and often borrow books from one another

Despite their vast differences in music taste, Iida and Todoroki both make playlists for each other

Whenever there is a school event or festival, Todoroki makes a point to win Iida some kind of prize even if it’s just something as simple as a plushie

Iida drags Todoroki to go on early morning runs with him, despite the fact that Todoroki is not a morning person, but he enjoys all the time they get to spend together

Todoroki and Iida shared their first kiss at the sports festival

In their more intimate moments sometimes Todoroki’s quirk spirals out of control all on its own, causing Todoroki to feel ashamed and embarrassed. Iida doesn’t mind though, in fact he is mesmerized and in awe of Todoroki’s quirk and abilities and loves to help him explore it

They both struggle with physical affection but they both do enjoy it immensely when they receive it from each other

Iida’s love language is gifts and Todoroki’s is words of affirmation

They love to go stargazing together, and Iida knows all the constellations and will point them out to Todoroki, which he finds both fascinating and cute

Despite his colder demeanor, Todoroki does enjoy messing with Iida from time to time just to get a rise out of him. He will do things like hide his glasses or switch their notebooks

Todoroki loves art and Iida will take him on dates to art galleries and museums. Iida could listen to Todoroki talk about art for hours because he loves seeing him happy

Iida was very very excited to introduce Todoroki to his family, especially to his older brother Tensei

Iida sometimes is harder on Todoroki when they’re in class, disciplining him more as class rep because he wants to see him do well and succeed. Todoroki pretends to be annoyed by this but a part of him secretly loves it

(ART IS NOT MINE)

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Hesperia (Betterfly) Headcanons

Note: I always wonder where the name Hesperia came from. Like is it just a fandom thing? Eh whatever I like it better than Betterfly lol.

He spends his spare time writing out motivational speeches that he usually ends up spewing out in the midst of battles with villains thinking that maybe they’ll change for the better

Is the type of guy to stop and drop everything to save an old lady’s cat from being stuck in a tree

Loves hot tea and energy drinks

Uses his superhero abilities to keep an eye on his loved ones (mostly Adrien)

He makes concept art and designs costumes for himself and other members of The Resistance

He cares for all his little kamiko’s and keeps them in his own personal butterfly garden

Even though he knows he shouldn’t he doesn’t use all his strength when fighting against Shadybug and Claw Noir because he knows they’re just kids and doesn’t want to hurt them

Has a whole collection of DC superhero comics

He tried to get Adrien to have an interest in superhero’s and the miraculous but stopped when he realized Adrien had more of a liking towards the villains

He tried to never fall in love again because of his never ending guilt of being responsible for Emilie’s death

He’d overly sensitive and optimistic

When he met Chat Noir for the first time he couldn’t help but be reminded of his own son Adrien

He tries not to but can’t help but read all the tabloids involving him

He is married to Nathalie Sancoeur she is the only person who is aware of his secret life as a hero

When he went to Ladybug and Chat Noir’s universe he couldn’t help but go and check on that world’s version of Nathalie. Seeing his lover ill (even if they weren’t lovers in that universe) broke him and he didn’t want to leave

Hesperia doesn’t allow his loved ones to join The Resistance because he fears it’s too dangerous

Hesperia once saved Adrien’s life which made the angsty teenager quite annoyed

Nathalie once stole the butterfly miraculous while Hesperia was sleeping to try it on in an attempt to seduce him. When he woke up he thought she was a villain and tried to attack her. Nathalie never used the miraculous after that

Is jealous of Shadybug’s really awesome outfit

Nathalie often scolds Hesperia when he comes home all bruised and beat up

He plays with Adrien’s video games when he’s not home because he wants to study “fighting strategies” — he’s addicted

Whenever he has to go out on a mission at night he has to leave very quietly otherwise Nathalie will stop him

He made a little tiny bed for his kwami Nooroo to sleep in

Is a cinnamon roll

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Heyyy Idk if U still active but I LOVE your Hesperia x Nathalie headcanons & I wanted to know if you could make a drabble outta one of them

I'm super into the fact that Hesperia is the spontaneous one so!! Drabble Yay or Nay?

Plus I binged Ur writing and ughhh I love it 💕💕

Greetings from Norway!!!

A Gabenath Drabble: A Creature of Wonder

Note: Hello! Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply to this! I’m so honored that you love my writing and my headcanons that really means a lot to me! Also I’ve heard a lot of great things about Norway I hear it’s very pretty there! Thanks for the greeting! 😊

Anyway I know this fic is a little longer than a drabble is supposed to be but I hope you enjoy it! 💓💕💓💕

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Rated: K

Word Count: 428

Summary: Hesperia drags Nathalie out on a midnight adventure much to her chagrin and anxiety but perhaps he can prove to her that this little outing was worth it for both her and someone else.

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“I don’t think you realize how risky this is,” Nathalie grumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour.

“Shh!”

The soft pad of Hesperia’s pointer finger met the bow of her lips.

She scoffed, a flurry of both slighted annoyance and poignant worry swarming through her. Her voice pitched to a slightly higher, reverent whisper.

“You can’t be out here! Bobbling about! Out in the open! You can’t—”

“Shh! Look…” Hesperia interrupted, his voice low, his gaze focused on something in the shadows of the forlorn alleyway.

The eeriness of this little secret midnight escapade left a tangle of knots in Nathalie’s stomach, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

She huffed as Hesperia gently set her down on the cool pavement, his hands remaining on her shoulders. She blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding them.

She gasped.

It wasn’t obvious right away, but if she looked closely, she could see the outline of what looked to be a little insect… something white? A moth perhaps? Or…

“A kamiko?” Nathalie murmured, her hand instinctively reaching out for the little creature.

“Look closer…” Hesperia whispered, his lips grazing against her ear.

Nathalie’s brows furrowed. The kamiko’s wings fluttered quickly, but it did not take off. It was stuck, somehow trapped between two throngs of twisted barbed wire covering the security gate blocking one side of the alleyway.

“Oh, the poor thing…” Nathalie cupped her hands, leaning closer.

“How come it won’t come to you?” Nathalie asked, while trying to coax the kamiko forward from its mini prison.

Hesperia chuckled, his blue eyes glistening.

“This one isn’t attracted to me.”

Nathalie snorted and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that comment.

“Oh, please, how can a butterfly not love a butterfly-loving man like yourself?” she asked, teasing.

Hesperia smiled, soft and fond.

“Because kamikos respond to emotions, especially strong ones like love.”

Nathalie’s face heated, but she covered it well with another eye roll, though she was distracted by the feeling of a soft, tickling flutter against her palms.

She looked down to see that the little kamiko had made its way into her hands. She smiled, her heart melting as she nurtured it.

“Oh, and look at that,” Hesperia mused, “he’s found a home… with you,” Hesperia paused, a smirk on his lips as he kissed her cheek, “just as I have.”

Nathalie grinned, pressing her lips to his. She opened her palms between their embrace and set the little creature of wonder free.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! I also want to apologize again for how long it took me to get this out and also for any grammatical errors.

Again thanks for reading and I’m open to any and all requests!

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Gabenath Incorrect Quotes

Note: I actually posted something finally it’s been ages 😭

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Gabriel: See so the thing is Nathalie this is why I think we should be together you’re intelligent, beautiful, loyal and you’re ignoring me which means you’re obviously my type

Nathalie: *Busy staring at a computer screen answering emails, trying her hardest to stay awake* Sorry what were you saying sir?

Gabriel: Perfect

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*If Gabenath was canon*

Nathalie: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Gabriel: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Nathalie: I said within reason, Gabriel. How about I akumatize that guy?

Gabriel: So akumatizing people is in reason but proper self care isn't?

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*Nathalie after she first started working for Gabriel*

Nathalie: *Holding a gift Gabriel designed for her in her hands* Gabriel! How much did you spend on this?!

Gabriel: $1400. But it’s all on credit cards, so it’s like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years

Nathalie: :O rich people problems

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Gabriel: Oh My god Nathalie are you okay? Did it hurt when you fell-

Nathalie: *Dazed* From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Gabriel: *confused and generally concerned* No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Nathalie: . . .

Gabriel: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Gabenath Memes because I’m Bored

Note: Featuring Adrien bc he’s pookie

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Hesperia x Nathalie Headcanons

Note: Spoilers for Miraculous World: Paris

Hesperia is the spontaneous one in the relationship

Nathalie secretly watches all of Hesperia’s tv coverage despite him telling her not too, because he doesn’t want her to worry for his safety

Hesperia likes to sneak up on Nathalie from behind to surprise her

Hesperia loves tickling Nathalie, which she pretends to hate but secretly loves

Shadybug and Claw Noir will use Nathalie as bait against Hesperia

The biggest fight Hesperia and Nathalie ever had was when she once tried to pull off his miraculous without him noticing so she could find out his secret identity

Nathalie will complain about Gabriel Agretse to Hesperia, of course not knowing that he himself is Gabriel Agreste

In the middle of the night, Hesperia will jump on top of Nathalie’s rooftop to get her attention

Nathalie will defend Hesperia out in public to anyone who will listen, despite it giving her a bad reputation

Hesperia will always keep in range to make sure Nathalie is safe

Nathalie is the only person, Hesperia won’t let join The Resistance against The Supreme, because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her

Nathalie always treats Hesperia’s wounds and scars after he’s had a encounter with Shadybug and Claw Noir

Nathalie will beg for Hesperia to tell her anything h about his personal life even if it is just the smallest detail

Despite Hesperia’s superhero title, Nathalie can also be very protective

Nathalie hates keeping their relationship a secret, even though she knows it is necessary

Nathalie often has nightmares about Hesperia getting hurt and to mitigate that, he will sing and hold her as a form of comfort

Nathalie likes to pull on Hesperia’s cape

Just look at this adorable little bean 💕💕🥺🥺

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A Gabenath Fanfiction: In The Arms Of A Hero

Note: Hi guys! So this fic is coming out super late! It was supposed to be released all the way back in the beginning of January but unfortunately my life got in the way. That being said it is out now and I hope it is still worth the read!

Rated: K+

Warnings: Minor Language

Word Count: 2,858

Summary: It is the night of New Year's eve and Nathalie is eager to spend it with the mysterious hero of Paris, Hesperia.

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The pane of the window was hitched open just a crack. 

Nathalie’s breath quickened, a shallow quiver in the air — an echo of the click of passing time ringing in her ears. 

From out in the distance, a boisterous reverberating clash ricocheted like a firing gunshot set ablaze. Spears of multicolored flying diamonds flared across the night sky, showering the dusky clouds in a vibrant flourish. Cries of both laughter and awe filled from the crowded streets below. 

Fireworks. 

Nathalie’s knuckles turned a tattering frosty white as she clenched the ledge of the windowsill…  anticipation weaving its way through her veins. 

She took a step back, blowing out a slighted breath, her lips pressed together —  time was running low. 

Her hand went to her back pocket, a desperate need and reverent worry rivaling her patience. 

Patience is a virtue, an all too familiar voice reminded her. 

She moved her hand back, fisting it to her side, her phone remained in her pocket, feeling as though it weighed a ton. 

A subtle pop rang out, quiet enough to be mistaken for the regular old creaks and rumbles of a running refrigerator or the humming of a heater — such things were common in an apartment such as this one, especially on a night like tonight when every little noise could blend in with all the commotion from miles away. 

This was the night that sparked a new beginning, a night that erased everyone’s blots of tick marks, starting them anew — a chance for everyone to have a clean slate. 

A fresh start. 

A New Year. 

A gloved hand grasped to the edge of the windowsill but in a centimeter of a sparse moment the silhouette of a man took formense in its place. In a swift motion the man came to stand before Nathalie as he slithered his way over the railing, his booted feet hitting the wooden floor with a soft thump. 

Rather than cry out in fear or shock - like perhaps a normal person would if a random man lept into their room - Nathalie blew out a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth fletching up into a smile. 

“I almost thought you wouldn’t show,” Nathalie teased, deflecting with the taunting remark to shield the plume of worry that had been plaguing her from the inside out. 

A soft breathy chuckle filled the space between her and the mysterious man,“I wouldn’t miss seeing you.” 

Nathalie moved forward to close the window shutters, to obscure her cozy little sanctuary of a room from the outside world of prying eyes and scandalous whispers.

She switched on the light, which illuminated her bedroom into a golden shade and turned the outline of the man before her into an ethereal essence.

His silvery light hair crowned his face, though it was pushed back in a swivel to reveal his gentle cloudy-blue eyes and refined intricate features. From head to toe he was donned in a piercing dark violet coat of fabric that fluctuated against the bends and arcs of his frame. 

Hesperia. 

The protector of Paris, the valiant hero who fought against Shadybug and Claw Noir, the highest revolutionary against The Supreme. 

Just thinking his name alone made Nathalie’s heart melt in awe and yet thrum forebodingly in a condensed shiver. 

“Are you certain no one saw you?” Nathalie urged, her expression suddenly taking a serious undertone. She reached her hands out to rest them atop Hesperia’s shoulders, her brows knit  together in palpable concern. 

In the back of her mind she was almost positive that no one, not even nosy passers-by could've seen Hesperia hike up over her fence and behind the old maplewood tree that stood in front of her bedroom window. The inlook on her room was hardly visible due to her apartment being sectioned off — a  tiny fraction in the rest of the configured complex. 

Not to mention it was pitch black outside, though the vibrancy from the fireworks could’ve left Hesperia to be more evident in the crevices of the shadows…but even if he was spotted it would’ve only been for a mere moment, if that. 

Still there was that slim chance…that diminutive possibility and that alone was enough to fill Nathalie with doubt. 

If he had been seen — he would be captured — The Supreme would reign — and what Nathalie and him shared would be no more. 

A tremble racked down Nathalie’s spine, causing a flush of goosebumps to trek down her body, encasing her skin. 

Another powerful blast retched from outside, leaving majestic sparkles and pixels in the air, omitting the burning scent of humidified smoke. The growing throng of people rummaging from below let out a synchronized cheer and a warp of applause. 

Hesperia nodded at Nathalie, “I’m sure,” he chuckled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “scouts honor,” he pledged, lifting his palm up, a lopsided grin curling up his lips. Nathalie rolled her eyes at his nonchalant behavior, a huff on her breath. 

“Hesperia…” she scolded anxiously, tilting her head to the side. Her voice came out much more whiny and petulant than she would have liked, but her trepidation at the moment was too high for her to have regards for anything else. 

She couldn’t help but pout when she spotted Hesperia biting down on the inside of his cheek to prevent another burst of laughter from leaving his lips, but after a long pause he sighed, the humorous glow leaving his eyes. Nathalie felt a twinge of guilt for causing the grave change in his demeanor. 

“I’m sorry,” Nathalie murmured before Hesperia could get a word out. He stared down at her, his gaze as soft and gentle as the gleaming moonlight — the moonlight that was currently sliding across his angled cheekbones and the jut of his jaw. Nathalie swallowed, ducking her head against the pads of his chest, squeezing her eyes firmly shut. Her voice came out in a hushed chokeful whisper as she spoke up again. 

“I just can’t help but worry about you.” 

And yet despite her worries, Nathalie felt her shoulders ease as Hesperia twirled a stand of her hair around the curve of his index finger. He placed his thumb under the point of her chin, lifting her face up to his own. 

“I know,” he murmured, “trust me.” Hesperia’s expression turned sullen but Nathalie couldn’t help notice that the familiar stubborn gleam of hope that seemed to always be ignited within him never dissipated. 

“But I have to fight,” he pressed, his tone emulating determination, “I can’t just let Shadybug and Claw Noir run amuck all throughout Paris…I can’t just let The Supreme hold charge over society and the capabilities of the miraculous,” he sucked in a breath, “that isn’t fair — that isn’t just.”  

A soft tsk escaped between Nathalie’s teeth, a faint hiss on her tongue, her mind going blank as she watched her lover bleat out his heart of gold. It was quite noble of him to put up a stand like this — to risk his life for the greater good of others, even though most people viewed him as just as much of a threat as Shadybug and Claw Noir despite the fact that that couldn't be further from the truth. 

Even so, Nathalie couldn’t help but resent Hesperia’s commendable actions for she selfishly wanted him to not take any risks at all, the greater good of society be damned. Nathalie wasn’t a stupid woman, she’d done her research and she knew what went on out in the congested streets and marvelous land markings of Paris. 

She’d seen, just from catching sparing glances at her tv, Hesperia being beaten down, nearly being torn to shreds and twisted up by Shadybug’s ridiculous yo-yo and almost disintegrated to dust by Claw Noir’s ferocious cataclysm. 

Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t unheeding to the wounds and scars — permanent scars — that wavered down his arms and on the back of his neck, along with what she assumed was the rest of his body.

No matter how hard he tried to shield her from the reality of his life, it was a constant fog lingering over the grove of their relationship, one Nathalie never could escape from. 

With all this forsaken knowledge pent up inside her, Nathalie felt her selfishness was justified. 

Or perhaps it wasn’t but frankly…she didn’t care. 

She leaned back, her eyes still locked with Hesperia’s. 

“I know there has to be a fight, a resistance but I need to ask…” she paused, choosing her next words carefully. Hesperia waited, his lips parted as he breathed. 

“Why do you have to be the one to fight?” 

That swivel of selfishness was rearing its ugly head as the words fell from her lips but Hesperia didn’t even seem fazed, or rather he did, just not in the way she had anticipated. 

His eyes grew soft like condensed honey, his hand moving up to rest on the side of her face in a gentle shell against her ear. 

“Because I don’t want others to fall down the dark path that I once led…the path that The Supreme mentors…and I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if I let anyone else get swept up under their control.”

Hesperia bit his lip, his voice as soft as cotton as he spoke, the pads of his thumb caressing the skin under her eyes. A tender expression flew across his features and Nathalie didn’t even need to speak to know what he was about to say next.

“Like Shadybug and Claw Noir…” he sighed, “they’re just kids, dragged into this mess for who knows what reason and I…” he drew in a long poignant breath, “I want to help them…help them grow…help them change…before they go too far into which they can never return.” 

Nathalie nodded again, more for her own benefit rather than his. This conversation was one they had over and over it seemed, this constant weight on their shoulders holding them down. She couldn’t deny that he had a point…those kids didn’t deserve to be brainwashed by the lies The Supreme were feeding them, let alone do their bidding. 

Hesperia placed his lips to the tip of Nathalie’s  nose for a brief, perfect moment, immediately pulling her from her thoughts of The Supreme and of Shadybug and Claw Noir — and the miraculous. 

Nathalie’s eyes softened, her heart rate slowing. 

“Listen,” Hesperia murmured, his voice rumbling against her skin, as his lips grazed her ear. “Let us not fret about any of this tonight. Tonight is a night meant for celebration and that’s what we should do. You and me…” his smile brightened against the shadows in the room, “relishing our first year as a couple.” 

Nathalie felt the air leave her lungs, her jaw jutting out in a wallow of shock. A year? Has it truly been a year since the fateful day in which Hesperia and Nathalie crossed paths? 

“Are you serious? It’s really been that long?” Nathalie asked, skeptical, her brow raised. 

Hesperia laughed softly, his lips curling up into a rueful grin. “Really. Are you that surprised?” He leaned forward and poked her nose teasingly. Nathalie’s face crinkled, her cheeks grazing over with a flush.

“A year with a superhero huh?” She mused, smirking. She curled her hand around Hesperia’s cheek, her face inches from his own. She drew herself closer to him. 

That familiar flush of warmth and gentle feverishness of sun-kissed skin did not greet her though as she had expected — rather, space — air. She opened her eyes.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” Hesperia wagged his pointer finger in her face, arching his head back,“no kisses until the clock strikes twelve.” 

Nathalie’s jaw went slack and she felt her mouth downturn into the slump of a pout, her lips trembled due to the lack of kisses being placed upon them. 

“What?” She bursted out exasperated as she crossed her arms, “you can’t be serious.” 

Hesperia didn’t seem to share her bewildered sentiment, for he only threw his head back and laughed harder, almost manically at Nathalie’s expense. Nathalie was astonished to say the very least. 

“Oh come on now, don’t be ridiculous—“ she started. 

Hesperia’s pearly whites sparkled at her in a mischievous grin, cutting her off short. 

“Ridiculous, you say?” His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, “I like to think of myself as quite the cultural and traditional man.” 

Nathalie rolled her eyes, “that may be true but regardless, I don’t see why we have to play into these silly traditions.” She grasped at his hand while she spoke, hoping that would emphasize her statement and convince Hesperia to drop all this nonsense. 

Hesperia leaned closer to her, doing a twirling motion to maneuver his way into her arms. She accepted him, wrapping herself around his waist. He leaned into her, the plait of his hair tickling her skin. He prodded her cheek with his thumb, pressing it to the corner of her mouth. 

Nathalie’s heart stuttered in her chest, seeming much louder compared to the shatter of firecrackers that some neighbor boys were sparking off next door.

“It’s not too long now…” Hesperia breathed, “just a few more minutes…” 

A minute could be an eternity when the one thing you crave is so close and yet still so far from your reach…

Nathalie groaned but she didn’t protest, she just kept her gaze focused on the man in front of her.

The man who saved her life.

The man who saved countless lives. 

The radiance of a swarm of colors that gleamed like rainbows danced across Hesperia’s features. Reds, purples, blues, all cascading across his face like paint. 

Nathalie didn’t think she had ever seen anything quite so beautiful. 

A minute remained

60…

“This year will bring change,” Hesperia whispered.

“I know,” Nathalie murmured back.

She knew he meant that in more ways than one. 

59…58…57…

While keeping her hold in his embrace, Nathalie turned the window blinds allowing her and Hesperia to have a glimpse of the last few moments of this chaotic yet miraculous year. 

49…48…47…

“I won’t let The Supreme reign this year,”

Nathalie nodded.

If she was going to believe in anyone it was going to be Hesperia. 

39…38…37…

“I’ll stand with you…” Nathalie said with conviction. 

She didn’t care if their lips weren’t touching, for she couldn’t imagine feeling any closer to him than to what she was feeling right now. 

Hesperia beams but there is a sense of grieving hidden in his eyes. 

“Even with the risks?”

36…35..34…

Nathalie doesn’t even hesitate.

“Yes. Even with the risks.” 

She was in too deep now. She couldn’t turn back now. She wouldn’t turn back. 

29…28…27…

It was all surreal.

A year of madness.

That neither Nathalie nor Hesperia would trade for anything. 

10…

The cries of the countdown from the Parisians outside began.

9…

The heat of Hesperia’s gloved hand was like a fire all in its own against Nathalie’s burning skin. 

“Nathalie…” Hesperia became glassy eyed. 

8…

Both of their hands found one another’s faces and now it seemed they couldn’t be any closer. They could taste each other’s breath on their tongues.

7…

How the time had flown. It was nearly impossible to think that Nathalie could have been bewitched by the great fallen hero that was Hesperia. 

And to think that he had fallen for her too. 

6…

The fireworks from outside were mute. Everyone was waiting for the perfect moment, when the new year would finally be upon them. 

5…

Nathalie’s eyes roamed Hesperia from head to toe. His miraculous, the brooch crowning his chest like a foreseen magnet that could be so easily removed — if she just timed it perfectly.

4…

But she couldn’t. 

That wasn’t her place. 

It did not matter how much the curiosity and fantasies of Hesperia’s secret identity plagued her mind. 

She loved the man with the mask and she knew she loved the man behind it too. 

3…

Perhaps this year she will find out the truth. 

2…

Nathalie traced her thumb down Hesperia’s cheek. His blue eyes. His pink lips. 

1…

Pop. Pop. Pop. 

Nathalie felt her heart explode along with the fireworks and firecrackers and sparklers that all went off in a perpetual unison around them. 

At last, their first kiss of the new year. 

One full of tenderness and excitement and promise. 

Hesperia broke away as the cheers died down but did not move an inch.

“Happy New Year my dearest Nathalie.” He panted, his eyes alight and misty. 

Nathalie let out a joyful cry, one that surprised both her and Hesperia. Her lips found his once again.

“Happy New Year Hesperia.” 

Hesperia giggled against her.

“I love you,” he declared between kisses.

“And I love you,” Nathalie affirmed back to him, her thumb resting on his bottom lip. 

She kissed him again, all her worries about The Supreme and the man that lies beneath Hesperia’s mask washing away and withering into a forlorn dust. 

The fireworks scorching off into the sky would never be able to overshadow the fireworks going off in their united hearts. 

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! And again I want to apologize for the delay on the release of this fic! Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! And as always if you have any fic requests don't hesitate to let me know!

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Hello I love your writing!!!! Just that thank u.

AHHH THANK YOU! 💕💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Literally you guys have no idea how much kind words like this really mean to me. I often lose motivation and stuff so this really makes me happy. 😊

I have another gabenath fic in the works currently so that should be out soon (probably by the end of Sunday or Monday at the latest) that I hope you all enjoy. I do really try my best when I write these fics and I’m glad to hear that you guys actually enjoy them!

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A Gabenath Fanfiction: Threads of Warmth

Note: OMG YOU GUYS! I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LOOOOONNNGGGG! I’M SO SORRY!

I’ve had a lot of stuff in my personal life going on and I did kinda lose my motivation for a bit but I’m back now. I do not know if I will be posting daily like I used to, but I will still be posting much more frequently. As a way to make it up to all of you I made this little fluffy gabenath one-shot. I hope you all enjoy and again I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long. 😭😭😭

Rated: K

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,674

Summary: Nathalie and Gabriel find themselves both awake in the wee hours of the cold, wintry night and decide to take a midnight stroll. Some minor angst and fluff ensues.

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The frost on the window was pristine and crisp. A fog trailing along the opaque glass, curling in various designs that reflected out to the sparkling puddles of snow from the outside. 

Nathalie Sancoeur exhaled sharply. It was the first snowfall of the season — the sky was a sea of flying diamonds. She had to bite her lip to prevent a burst of laughter at the small childish desire that coursed through her, the desire to go out and wait for flakes of crystallizing snow to fall on the tip of her tongue and dissolve with a flourish. 

A gust of a windchill met her as she popped the latch of the door. Flurries dashed past, causing her eyes to widen in awe. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen snow before but the first remnants of it never failed to leave her mesmerized. 

She walked on the white powder, her silky slippers crunching in the icy mist. The moon was a balm of white light shimmering down on her, making the small icicles hanging from tree ledges and house fronts sparkle and gleam. 

“I didn’t think you’d be one to go out on midnight strolls,” came a soft intone. Nathalie felt a spritz of shock waver through her system, a poignant gasp leaving her lips. She hadn’t thought anyone else was out, much less at this hour. 

A chuckle reverberated, adjacent to the sound of doming bells. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Nathalie paused and upturned her gaze, her expression regal despite the quick patter in her chest. “I figured you’d already be retired for the night sir.” 

Gabriel Agreste sighed, running a hand through his hair, pushing back the black beanie that obscured his head. He wore a pair of tight knit leggings that perfectly aligned with the outline of his hips and a maroon colored turtleneck sweater that climbed up his chest. 

Nathalie pursed her lips, a small pink flush rounding her cheeks. He seemed to be dressed quite appropriately for a winter night promenade; unlike her who only adorned a light nightgown, which although kept her covered was still quite flimsy, as it draped over her bodice, flowing lightly in the rashful breeze. In short, not the best choice of clothing for an icy outing on her part. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I tried to work on some designs to clear my mind but…” he paused, his throat working as he sighed once more, a puff of air fogging out into the wind. He trained his eyes on the snow covered path ahead of them as he spoke his next words. 

“My thoughts get too crowded sometimes, especially at night.” 

Nathalie was aware of this. As much as Gabriel tried to hide it, Nathalie could see through the dark circlets under his eyelids and the container of empty coffee pouches, accompanied by  the kitchen sink full of various drained coffee mugs, that Gabriel rarely, if ever, slept. 

Not that she could blame him, she herself didn’t get much sleep either. Perhaps that was something they shared in common, in the wee hours of the night their hearts would race and thrum due to the constant whispers of their anxieties and misfortunes daunting them. 

“I understand that. Sleep is…well…sleep is just difficult,” Nathalie chuckled lightly, brushing a stray wisp of her hair behind her ear.

Gabriel scoffed ruefully, “yes, well it doesn’t get much easier when all you can think about is the smell of rosemary poppy lotion and light feather skin…” 

Nathalie could hear the lonesomeness anguish in his voice as he spoke. She could practically feel it seething in her bones. 

He always got like that when he spoke of his flower — his Emilie. 

Nathalie felt the sprinkle of dots of snow dropping on the tops of her own skin, causing a sparse gooseflesh, as she reached out and placed her hand on Gabriel's padded shoulder in a supportive embrace. She knew there were not many words out there that anyone could say to soothe the heartache of the loss of a loved one. 

She knew enough of her employer to know that the torch he carried for his dear Emilie was one that could not be extinguished, in fact it only seemed to grow more vibrant — a pipe of gasoline dousing the remains of a nearly burnt out candle. 

Nathalie’s gaze roamed down Gabriel’s body, right from where her hand pressed on his shoulder, their mingled breath was meshed between them in moats. 

“I know this is your first winter without her sir. I know…” she blew out a breath, “I can see that you’re hurting.” 

She speaks with tenderness almost as if she were trying to coax a wounded animal out of a den. Though in this case she might be the wounded animal considering that Gabriel was known to always be ready to pounce. 

She waited, her heart a soft tick like a hummingbird's wings. 

To her astonishment, Gabriel’s eyes seemed to soften, though whatever thoughts he had on her statement he had chosen to keep to himself. 

He turned and headed down the gilded footpath in front of them, his eyes lingered on her, seeming to signify that he wanted her to follow and despite her lack of proper dressing for the occasion, she couldn’t stop herself from allowing him to guide her. 

They walked on in silence for a while. Their surroundings were too vacated in darkness to differentiate in which direction they were headed, but Gabriel appeared as if he knew where he was going, so Nathalie did not feel the need to comment. 

Her eyes studied the treks Gabriel’s long fur-lined boots made in the sleet. The firm imprint that his feet made in the ground was an easy compass for Nathalie to follow. At some longer intervals Gabriel would stop and look back over his shoulder to make sure she was still keeping pace with him. Although she would find herself taking lengthened strides to match his own, he never made out to rush her. He would wait for her until she stood only a few short feet away from him, the heat emanating from his body washing over her. 

Mixed in with the brisk air, the sparkling icicles  and the illuminated moonlight, Gabriel stood out — his golden hair a shining beacon in a world of shadows. He was a tall man with a firm build, easily recognizable. He always held himself in a stoic manner, one pertaining to confidence which was partly why Nathalie could always spot him in a crowd. He was hard to miss. 

Eventually they reached a small secluded grove, shrouded by wistful bare willow trees. From the tips of the elongated branches hang glacier spears that glistened and sparkled. Muffin-like puffs stuck out, covered in mounds of glitter that was snow. These puffs enlightened into bushes during springtime, but for now they were starry abstract shapes that swayed and danced on a pond of frost that Nathalie imagined had been gilded on by the ice skates of many neighbor children in the past, perhaps even Adrien as well. 

Despite the desolate beauty of the landscape before them, this meadow of crystals still had a cold bite. The adrenaline and the flush rounding Nathalie’s cheeks had kept her aboard and heated earlier but now here, in a stalemate with this whimsical winter wonderland her eyes couldn’t help but drift to the warm concealed body next to her. 

“Emilie and I shared our first kiss here, right in the center of that circle of ice.” He lifted his finger, pointing out where he and Emilie had stood. Nathalie’s eyes drifted to where his finger lay. She can imagine it. A young and dumb Emilie pulling a head over heels Gabriel onto the ice. Emilie’s hair would be voluminous, dashing around in the breeze, her eyes a plume of periwinkle. Gabriel would follow her lead, hanging on her every move. 

Nathalie could see vividly in her mind the moment their lips touched, warm and passionate despite the fierce chill surrounding them. Nathalie felt a prick of an unpleasant indescribable feeling strike her, a flurry, like a jab of ice. 

A poignant, feverish shiver ran down her spine, filling her from the inside out. Suddenly the adrenaline pumping her didn’t seem so potent, as it felt as though a mask of icy glaze was overcoming her. The corners of her vision were clogged, perhaps with flakes of snow or perhaps tears, she didn’t know. Even out and fully alert, her tiresome thoughts did not cease. 

“Are you cold?” 

Gabriel’s inquiry pulled Nathalie from her musings. She shrugged, a crimson coating her cheeks. 

Gabriel’s brows creased, “you’re shivering.” 

Nathalie chuckled nervously. “Am I?” 

Gabriel smiled softly, the corners of his mouth perching up. He placed a warm gloved hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened and stilled.

“You’re not even wearing a proper coat!” 

His voice sounded as a drumbeat — exasperated. 

Nathalie felt the crimson dotting her cheeks begin to slither down her body like an unforgiving snake. 

“Well I didn’t think we’d be walking this far!” She argued, with a furious, maddening flush that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Gabriel chuckled softly to himself, causing Nathalie’s blush to only deepen. 

“Here,” his hands moved to his abdomen, “why don’t you take my sweater?” 

Nathalie’s brows raised to her hairline. 

“Sir—“ 

She couldn’t even muster another word, before the maroon velvety sweater was sliding off Gabriel’s body. The heated flush consuming her insides was like a replant to the bitter cold. She imagined her skin was as red and bright as the steaming star of mars. Then it was in a flash of a second. Everything seemed to move at the speed of light and then abruptly slow like a hockey puck sliding on withered ice. 

Underneath his sweater, shining out against the droplets of snow was Gabriel Agreste’s chest, though not completely bare due to his clear white undershirt, the contours and flexes of his chest were clearly, unmistakably visible. 

A puff of air that appeared as smoke escaped Nathalie’s lips in a plume as her mouth fell agape.

“I…” she somehow mustered out, though her throat was croaky as full of rasp from her shock. 

“Here Nathalie. Please, I insist,” his hand was outstretched, his arm as light and pale as the balming moon. His bare, naked arm. Nathalie’s breathing shaked, the warm puffs of it in the air quivering like notes rising up a music staff. 

Her fingers twitched and grappled at the texture of the cotton sweater. Her eyes darted down to it. It was long and slim and smelled of cologne and of newly dried laundry. 

Her gaze traveled back up to the eyes of her superior. His steely bluish gray eyes were misty and soft — kind. Nathalie felt as though she were deflating like a balloon. 

“Are you sure about this sir? I don’t want to be of any trouble…” she gulped, her throat closing for a brief pause. “Won’t you be cold sir? That…” she cleared her throat with a forceful swallow, “that is a very light shirt you are wearing.” 

Her rambling ceased though when she felt a gentle squeeze on her fingers. 

“Please Nathalie.” His tone was fierce and sincere however churned with a slight undertone of sternness. 

And yet with the way his eyes were pleading with her and how his grip on her hand did not loosen in the slightest, she could not bring herself to deny him. 

“Yes sir.” 

She didn’t allow herself to think, as she threw the sweater over her head, permitting it to mold with the shape of her torso. Though she should have because her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by a potpourri of stimulants. The cologne and musky scent of Gabriel’s sweat filled her nose along with the cloud of fuzzy warmth that soothed the goosebumps and trembles racking her body. The fringe of the turtleneck coursed around her neck and the fabric clung to her body, complimenting her curves. 

She felt as though she were wrapped in a warm comforting shield that would hold her up so she wouldn’t be blown away from the winter weather wind. 

Her eyes found Gabriel’s again. He stared at her a moment, his lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t get the words out. 

He eventually closed his mouth, choosing not to comment at all. 

“Thank you sir.” Nathalie murmured, not knowing what else to say for this moment seemed so oddly intimate and yet so oddly fragile — a bubble that could pop at any moment. 

After another pregnant pause Gabriel finally spoke, though his voice was in a hush as if he were trying to whisper a secret. 

“Emilie gave me that…it was the first thing she ever gave me.” His fingers played with the lower  hem of the turtleneck, turning Nathalie’s heartbeat from soft pitter-patters to blazing gunshots. 

A sound of surprise and awe left her throat. Suddenly it felt a lot harder to accept this gesture. Gabriel didn’t seem to notice her unease. 

“I had stopped wearing it,” he admitted with a withered, grief stricken sigh. “In fact, I couldn’t  even bear to look at it…it hurt too much.” 

A gust of air left his lungs, a confession finally free from his conscience. 

Nathalie nodded in understanding, her gaze never leaving his. As he spoke she didn’t comment on how she could feel him guiding her forward. She didn’t comment as her feet turned to crystals when they met the ice. She didn’t comment as she felt herself sliding forward into a moonlit abyss. 

Suddenly they were standing in the center of the frozen over pond. 

Right where Gabriel and Emilie had once stood, hand to hand, mouth to mouth. 

Gabriel’s hushed voice returned, the only sound reaching Nathalie’s ears. 

“And then I think to myself…perhaps this sweater that holds so many memories and so much happiness and heartache deserves a new beginning. I am a man of my roots, a fashion designer at heart and I think…” he exhaled slowly, a plume of smoke arising from his mouth. “I think this sweater, fueled with the stitches and threads of Emilie and my love, deserves a new home.” 

Nathalie’s eyes widened, her glasses fogging with her breath and the watery glaze covering her irises. Her heart rate doubled when she fully managed to comprehend his words. 

“You want me to keep it sir?” She murmured, overwhelmed, confused and slightly unsure. 

Gabriel did not hesitate with even a breath on his response. He lowered his head, looking down upon her. His hand found its way around the side of her moisture covered and frost coated cheek.  His hand was warm yet cool at the same time — cold with a warm interior, just like Gabriel Agreste himself. 

He pushed back an errant strand of the scarlet streak in her hair, curling it back behind her ear. 

“Yes…” he breathed, his puffs of breath mingling with her own. 

Could this really be happening? Were they really this close, mere inches apart? 

The warmth of Gabriel’s hand and the comfort of his sweater took everything surrounding them away. Was this how Gabriel and Emilie felt when they were here at this pond? Nathalie pondered. Like they were at the center of this rink and even if they were to fall through and sink to the bottom it wouldn’t matter because they were all that mattered? 

Did that even make sense? 

Did any of this make sense? 

Nathalie decided that didn’t matter. All that mattered was this, her and Gabriel were at the center of this pond, breaths away from each other, surrounded by diamond filled weeping willows. 

It didn’t matter if Gabriel walked off now, even though Nathalie knew he wouldn’t. 

It didn’t matter because she knew his gift — this sweater — concealed with so much history of love and loss would keep her warm. 

Gabriel’s threads of warmth would keep her warm always.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I love feedback. Also if y'all have any fanfic requests let me know and I'll get to them as soon as I can! Again I want to apologize for my absence and I hope this little fic will be a good way to make up for it.

[rayraygo1267]

how long have you been watching miraculous??

Good question! :)

So, I started watching Miraculous Ladybug this year and watched all 5 season (plus all the specials and the movie of course) in the span of three months June-August and at first I started watching it as a joke but then I got like really really invested in the plot and fell in love with Nathalie (aka my wife and my favorite character) instantly because like…she’s literally my reason for existing and yeah so now I’m obsessed and I cannot wait until the new Miraculous World Special comes out and season 6 of course.

Also my favorite ships are gabenath (obviously) and amenath

[rayraygo1267]

what are your productions for nathalie and gabriel in the miraculous shadybug and claw noir special??what do you think they will be like in this other universe??

Gabenath-Miraculous World Edition-Headcanons

Note: These are more just predictions but whatever

Gabriel and Nathalie are married (or at least in a relationship)

Gabriel and Nathalie are both two of the main hero’s who fight against Shadybug and Claw Noir

Adrien resents Gabriel and Nathalie’s relationship and feels as though Nathalie is some sort of home-wrecker between Gabriel and Emilie’s relationship

Nathalie is going to be a lot more hostile (in general) and less caring (towards Adrien specifically) in this universe

Gabriel is actually going to be a decent father to Adrien but Adrien will disrespect him

(I don’t actually think this is going to happen but it’s a cool thought) Gabriel and Nathalie won’t know one another’s hero identities (just like Ladybug and Chat Noir) but will still fall for one another regardless

The Agreste’s won’t be rich, either that or Nathalie will be the successful one who is making all the money (maybe Gabriel is even her assistant)

Gabriel will actually treat the kwami’s with respect

Gabriel will dote on Nathalie as much as he can and Nathalie will be cold towards him (though I like the possibility of them just generally being deeply in love and all over each other)

Nathalie will be more controlling of Gabriel (just like he usually is to her in the regular series)

We’ll finally get to see Nathalie with her hair down

Nathalie will wear more dresses and fancier clothes

Gabriel will actually know how to cook (rip Gabriel’s shitty ass pancakes)

Nathalie and Gabriel will have nicknames for each other (like how Chat Noir calls Ladybug m’lady or bugaboo)

We’ll get to see Gabriel and Nathalie kiss at least once

[rayraygo1267]

Gabenath Memes because it’s been forever

Note: Nathalie is so done with Gabriel’s bs smh

[rayraygo1267]

please can we have your nathalie childhood/teenage headcanons?? (like your headcanons about nathalies childhood/teenage years)

Nathalie Sancoeur As A Teenager/Childhood Headcanons

Note: Just imagine a little Nathalie waddling around ahhhh it’d be so cute! 💓💕💗

In high school Nathalie was part of her school’s coding club

Nathalie was really good at sports (dodgeball, soccer, track etc) back in high school

Nathalie loved to go camping with her family when she was little

Nathalie had a emo phase in high school

Nathalie’s first job was at a library

Nathalie took multiple honor/AP classes in high school

Nathalie loved the band “The Cure”

Nathalie first dyed her hair at age 13

Nathalie did have a small rebel phase where she used to sneak out to highs school parties

Nathalie wrote for her school paper

When Nathalie was little she was often berated for crying a lot and that is why she tries so hard to shield her feelings as an adult

Nathalie is an only child

As a kid Nathalie did gymnastics

Nathalie is very good driver and she earned her drivers license easily at the age of 16

Nathalie didn’t really get crushes often but whenever she did, she always fell hard and it took her a long time to move on from them

She’s so sweet <33

[rayraygo1267]

Nathalie’s name is spelled "Sancoeur," not "Sancouer." I've noticed you spell it as the second one.

It stands for the French "Sans," without, and "Coeur," heart.

"Couer," is not a word.

Whoops my computer sometimes just autocorrects without me noticing — I’ll fix that for future posts. Thanks for bringing this to my attention :)

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hii! how are you? i'm currently asking people random questions. yours is:

if you were a cat, what color would you be?

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<3

Hi! I’m doing good! Hope you’re doing well too! <33

To answer your question if I were a cat I feel like i’d probably be either brown (because that’s my hair color) or gray because I just think gray cats are sooooo adorable!

Imma throw in this picture of Chat Noir cause I can hehehe

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loved your headcanons about gabi/gabriel !!

what are your headcanons about nathalies past??

Awww Thank You! <33

Nathalie Sancouer’s Past Headcanons

Note: Most of these will center around when Nathalie was in college (or when she first met Gabriel and Emilie) Also some of her childhood memories :)

As a child Nathalie was very reserved and spent most of her time reading or studying

Nathalie was definitely a tomboy

Emilie and Gabriel were the closest thing Nathalie had to friends when she met them

Nathalie used to have a pet snake

As a child Nathalie used to get scolded by her parents for running off to go exploring

Nathalie didn’t mind going to parties when she was in college

Nathalie and Gabriel used to dress up in matching outfits for duo day back in college (Emilie was never really into the whole dress up thing)

Nathalie was always the responsible friend

Nathalie used to hate giving presentations or speaking in front of others and would often get bullied for it

Emilie and Nathalie used to have sleepovers back in college

Nathalie had her first kiss with Gabriel in a game of spin the bottle (I actually made a fanfic about this here)

When Nathalie graduated from college, she, Gabriel, and Emilie all got a group photo with their caps and gowns taken together

Nathalie took martial arts as a kid and continued to study and practice it all throughout her life

Nathalie’s first girl crush was Amelie Graham De Vanily, whom she met when Emilie introduced her at a college party

Nathalie used to idolize the superhero’s in other parts of the world not knowing that she’d grow up to fight against them