a growing list of fics that i’ve posted both here or on ao3.
ongoing
when there's lovin' in the air (ahh) - gabenath. 4/5. gabriel digs a hole and has a realization in the process.
collections
in silencio - gabenath. the prosecutor/detective au.
the abo au - sangreste. an abo au that i don't own but keep writing for anyway.
thank you for saying sorry - various. random drabbles.
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 - sangreste. 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/hawkyura. 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.
again, again, again - gabenath. time loop fic. (warning for major character death)
people say i'm jealous, but my kink is karma - amenath. amelie and nathalie grieve for emilie. (warning for implied sexual content)
something borrowed, something worn, something given - sangrestes but not. no miraculous au. nathalie is the agrestes surrogate. (warning for a lot of things but mostly hurt no comfort)
sorry for wanting more - gabenath. er, chapinath. (warning for implied sexual content)
thank you for being mine - eminath. (warning for explicit sexual content)
can we kiss forever? - gabenath. vampire!nathalie and human!gabriel.
and yet - sangrestes. three people orbiting grief.
thanks for strangling me to death, i guess? - gen. (but tagged gabenath because it's somewhat gabenath). the Wish takes hold in one (1) way gabriel did not expect it to. (warning for character death)
the body ecclesiastic - gen. nathalie-centric poem. (warning for religious imagery and symbolism)
a girl and a gun - gen. short emilie-centric drabbles.
thank you for the flowers - gen. happy mother's day, nathalie. from adrien.
THE ABSENCE, in capital letters - gen. a eulogy for one madame emilie julienne agreste nee graham de vanily.
do i want to know? (yes) - sangrestes. the abo au.
nobody does it like you - sangrestes.
the warmth is coming back - sangrestes.
i thought maybe we would kiss tonight - amenath.
the sun still remembers my skin - eminath.
sorry for this fucking mess - sangrestes.
maybe i just want to be - sangrestes.
i know what you want me to say - eminath.
i won't say it (i said it) - eminath. gabenath. emigabe.
you call me 'good girl' like its forgiveness - eminath.
sorry it's over (isn't it?) - eminath.
events
all or nothing (gn minibang 2020) - gabenath/emigabe. 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 gabry?? (gabrielxharry). minor emigabe. a goddess!nathalie, acolyte!gabriel story.
how to preface the last two years of my life? maybe we forgo all of that and cut to the chase: the following fics are my personal canon of events, the vernacular I pull from when speaking about these characters. these are fics that when I read them, I personally felt shot through with an arrow. pinned. got. sold. head over heels in love and feeling lucky enough to have found these stories at all. I hope you'll give these fics their flowers, too.
the sections are as follows: sangreste • eminath • gabenath • emigabe • bonus amenath • bonus bonus nathalie character study. all mixed ratings, so do pay attention.
nobody does it like you do, telmes (@telmes) (t)
Emilie's gaze slides to her. "Nathalie, darling, settle this. Is my husband a terrible host or just a terrible artist?"
Gabriel's jaw tightens. "Emilie."
"Both," Nathalie says at the same time.
this is thesis after thesis line for me. when I think sangreste, I think about this fic.
(you're going to see a lot of telmes because they're not only probably the top writer in terms of quantity, but like. read one or two fics (I have all of thank you for saying sorry bookmarked) and I think you'll feel similarly in style alone. I'll right now suggest sorry for this fucking mess & and yet.)
an affair, LuckOfADraw (Mirime) (g)
A story about how tabloids can get some things right but still miss the mark completely.
before we had a name; it's like, second in the date chronologically. it's practically everything to me for those reasons -- and then, it's just effortlessly sweet and a nice slice of life.
the pain of the lover, nemali (@nemaliwrites) (g)
GABRIEL: I could feel your sadness. Your rage. Your grief. But I couldn't feel the reason behind it. What were you crying about, Nathalie?
With each word, he takes a step toward her. The spotlight, however, remains where he was standing. For the first time, we can see the painting on the wall.
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A drama in one act.
nemali had the audacity to talk sangreste to me and then transmogrify every ounce of them into exactly what my dreams were made out of. whatever. it's cool. endlessly in love with her but whatever!! another thesis fic. for me.
nicked by the razor, pamplemousses (@marinette-sky) (m)
A faint memory of her father flashed in her mind, the one where he was drilling into her about the hazards of becoming expendable. Another memory intruded, more recent as it took place a few days ago; Nathalie had shared a bed tent with Gabriel and Emilie. Emilie had taken her arm hostage in her slumber, snuggling it as one would a beloved stuffed animal. Gabriel had been curled around his wife at the time, his arm slung across her middle while his fingertips ghosted the exposed skin of Nathalie’s wrist from the latter’s disturbance. She risked a peek at their sleeping faces, wanting so wantonly to caress them with the fondness she buried in her heart.
Dying alone sure was lonely when you had people you loved that were none-the-wiser.
not a day goes by without me thinking about the hotel scene. <3 such an incredible expansion and such a gift honestly!!
pure as ice, bright as snow, phoenixwriting (@crownlina) (g)
8-year-old Adrien Agreste has an amazing morning with his family when he wakes up and finds the mansion covered in snow.
so, so sweet. fun characterization and scenario and it's like, chicken soup for the soul.
on the bias, ehmazing (e)
The Agrestes used to travel for business. Nathalie used to go with them.
best fic I could never reread. smoking my mental cigarette.
red, orange, yellow, ketenn (e)
The Miraculous shaped them into a family. Then it took away everything.
the line about the two of them being cold........ yeah.
honorable important mention:
@papoochu's peeling back the layers series. while I have not read it yet, papoochu's sangreste contributions can't go unnoticed. all of their attention to detail when it comes to not only sangreste's humanity but the whole cast and expanded universe..... super cool and admirable.
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placidity, mostmagical (@mostmagical) (m)
Nathalie still dreams of Emilie.
I am not sure I'll ever achieve the level of sensuality and breezy sexuality as: "There’s the cool press of arms, wrapping around bare waist, softer than silk, smoother than the placid surface of an untouched lake. Nathalie sinks into them, sinks beneath the welcoming surface. The lake takes her, warm and inviting, filling every sense—her mouth, her nose, the tips of her fingers as she traces them along the mirrored underside."
but like. I guess we'll all keep trying! love you nicole.
the easiest thing in the world, nemali (e)
Spread out on Gabriel’s desk, Nathalie learns her place.
cure era gabenath AND contentious, righteous eminath. it's the best thing in the world.
hello, emilie, azalera (@azalera) (g)
In a world without Emilie Agreste, Nathalie Sancoeur finds an unusual way to cope.
I'm not ashamed to admit I read this when I need a good cry. also should mention: she doesn't need me, not like I need her. both of these are v special to me.
expensive mistakes, anonymous (t)
Commanded by her boss to look after his fiancée, Nathalie finds herself taking care of Emilie's minor inconveniences.
This is a much less ornery task than it has any right to be.
hi, anon. this prompted me to post about how much it meant to me to trawl through the eminath tag and reach back into time to connect with fics like this. such a simple vignette meant the world to me. happy this was posted and happy it's still up.
a grain of truth, LuckOfADraw (Mirime) (g)
Nathalie loves Adèle. Adèle loves Gabriel. Nathalie doesn't care (it's a lie).
extremely fun and just the type of gabenath connection I love to see.
i want you there when i die, auroraslights (g)
They sat by each other and they slept, touched the skin on their faces and arms. It was something they knew they couldn’t live without.
But Nathalie knew she would have to someday.
“I want you there when I die.“
do NOT touch me when speaking about emilie dying. and that end? perfect.
summer itch, aidanchase (@aidanchaser) (t)
Emilie taught Nathalie a trick for dealing with itchy bug bites; she taught Adrien, too.
the end is not only a gorgeous, gutting punch to the stomach, but the mere gravity of their connection, the palpable desire and intensity and underlying friendship............ whew. yeah. yeah!!!
you should read silver, as well.
bread and oranges, peachcitt (@peachcitt) (t)
Before Emilie, Nathalie had never really been in love. She hardly even knew what love was.
But then Emilie was throwing herself on top of Nathalie at three in the morning, alcohol riding her exhales, her teeth stained red with wine, and Nathalie felt something so awful and strong in her chest that she felt nearly certain that that was it - that was love.
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it’s about the yearning
DON'T TALK TO ME!!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!! She would leave the mansion at night, and she would look up at all the empty rooms and dark windows, and she’d remember Emilie’s dream to have a little house bursting with laughter and love. crazy insane she wakes up alone. ok ok ok. emilie, adrien, and nathalie laying together just. breaks me.
you push me down, telmes (g)
Nathalie shivers and that makes Emilie laugh.
“Are you going to stay?” Nathalie feels the need to ask. Deep inside, she already knows the answer.
Emilie’s smile never drops. “I can’t.”
another fic i sometimes, oftentimes, can't bring myself to reread. I only have one heart, ok.
lamplight, pamplemousses (m)
Emilie Graham de Vanily was ever so fond of things that bumped in the night. Nathalie Sancoeur happened to be one of them.
while I love all of this fic, you must know that sometimes I reread just for the sensuality and sweetness of the end. the head scratching... the yearning....
love like you, Knight_Of_Breath (g)
The house is too large. It always has been, always will be. So, despite having been here his entire life, Adrien is surprised to find something else he never knew about this house. Even if it was as simple as a small box stashed away in the depths of Adrien's closet.
well. the thing is that I started rereading this piece for this list and I started tearing up. so.
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over a small earthquake, nemali (m)
If there was one thing Nathalie was confident about—arrogant, some might say, and she wouldn't have disagreed—it was that she knew Gabriel. Knew him like the back of her hand, inside out, forward and backward, and everything else under the sun.
But then, he starts watching her sleep.
hey so my history says I've read this over 60 times. the mutual understanding. the gutter groveling the both of them do. how he touches her. insane. love.
sorry for dreaming, telmes (m)
she takes (and takes, and takes) everything he wants to give her.
this and thanks for strangling me to death, i guess? are very foundational to me. personally.
“You know what to do,” Gabriel says, steel underneath those soft words.
Nathalie falls to her knees.
what can I say. the characterization is up my alley and I love a good, silent understanding type of gabenath.
nevertheless she persisted, seedubs (t)
By design a business should be the sum of moving parts; a solitary looking grandfather clock that’s actually run by hundreds of cogs. But Gabriel was a sundial, and Agreste was both the stone and the shadow that it cast.
love the bantering here, absolutely fantastic portrayal of nathalie imo.
on the steps of the palace, logically_asexual (@logically-asexual) (g)
Nathalie is her father’s unpaid assistant and goes with him to a event full of corporate people. Gabriel is there to seek funding for his new business. They meet here for the first time.
this is soooooo so so cute. I love this image of them and this young nathalie, as well as the glimpse into gabriel and emilie in the bg... eep!
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a girl and a gun, telmes (t)
there's a gun staring her in the face.
I think this and thanks for strangling me are like, great cursed emilie and gabriel studies.
the silence grief leaves behind, dramaloversdream (t)
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tastes like apple juice and peach, bittersweetResilience (@bittersweetresilience) (g)
Nathalie and Amélie share a quiet moment, after everything.
fic that launched a three year friendship!!!! when I think amenath, this is the fic I reference in my mind. it's about the healing. it's about forgiveness.
and if you saw my love (you’d love her too), orphan_account (e)
“Just let me take care of you for once, okay?” Amelie’s gaze was filled with so much love that it was almost overwhelming.
And maybe, just this one time, it was okay for her to let go.
my emotional support amenath fic!!!!
so long, london, mortate_ratatouille (g)
Nathalie is trauma dumping she is angry at Gabriel and her father. Confused about Adrien. In love with Amelie
the end...... guts me....
such as we are made of, such we be, @thetardisisnotourdivision (t)
A frantic Felix appeals to Ladybug for help when his grandparents force Amelie to start 'courting' again. Luckily, Ladybug has two things; a Nathalie who owes her something and a hare-brained scheme.
Under the name 'Samuel Allard', Nathalie is to infiltrate the Graham de Vanille household and win Amelie's hand in marriage. That's the entire plan. Ladybug's whole plan is literally just to stick Nathalie in a suit and hope for the best.
Luckily, neither Nathalie nor Amelie are even mildly reluctant. In fact, they seem to leap at the chance to play as lovers. There's just one complication - the Council are on Nathalie's back, and if they find out, what began as a ridiculous love story could end in death.
absolutely LOVING this so far. the chicanery, the shenanigans, the masc nathalie!!! let's fucking go!!!
people say i'm jealous, but my kink is karma, telmes (t)
“I should go,” Amelie says without looking up. Her voice is raw, splintered.
Nathalie exhales, a slow, measured thing. “I know.”
And yet neither of them move.
it's about forgiveness it's about healing it's always about... emilie.
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bonus bonus!! nathalie character studies I've loved:
i just want everyone to know that my wallpaper at my desktop at work is a sangreste piece with french writing on it and my supervisor read it and I just sat there like 🙃🙃🙃 hmmm this is fine 🙃
hi i read like your whole gabriel/nathalie work and i wrote so much because your work is so beautiful and it is masterpiece after masterpiecr and i got so inspired thank you i feel so much towards your writingnm i am dkkeekkwwkwiieiei
oh my godddddd
wait thats so nice of you to say hdgdgdg thank you!! im glad you enjoyed my gabenaths because i enjoyed writing about these losers
i am in love with myself for suddenly writing so much but i hope i don't get burned out too early (as will happen) because there is an ✨️✨️idea✨️✨️ i'm still drafting that i want to finish or else i will perish
i've written smth smth give or take 20 fics since i posted this!!! i'm so proud of myself!! now its time i hibernate and show up after 5 years with 20 new fics
Yeah... you know what, forget what I said before. Here's a minicomic, I'm still detailing the other one. I had fun drawing these. Gabenath on the menu today, ladies and gentlemen.
Also, a little snippet that I'm working on for my fic that I thought was fitting:
"You said once," Amélie whispered against Nathalie's shoulder, "that King George was regarded as a hero and his brother a coward. Now my uncle is seen as a martyr and my father as a tyrant." She pulled back slightly, meeting those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through to the heart of things. "When people eventually talk about Emilie and me, who do you think will end up as the 'good' twin?"
Nathalie was quiet for so long that Amélie began to think she might not answer. When she finally spoke, her voice carried the weight of someone who'd spent too much time contemplating the arbitrary nature of legacy.
"I think," she said slowly, "that history is written by those who survive long enough to hold the pen. And survival..." She touched the bandage at her throat with unconscious fingers. "Survival doesn't always correlate with goodness." She paused, her gaze growing distant.
"Good twin or bad twin - you'll both be trapped in the story they tell anyway."
This city is alive, loud, its heartbeat tangled in neon lights and uneven pavement, in the laughter of strangers slipping between the spaces they leave behind.
"You used to hate places like this," Amelie says, amusement coiling at the edges of her words.
Nathalie exhales, slowly. "I still do."
"You'll catch your death out here," Emilie chides gently, already slipping out of her cream cashmere cardigan. It's one of her favorites, soft as butter and perfumed with that familiar floral warmth Nathalie has always associated with safety.
"I'm fine," Nathalie says.
