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For My Love | Gabriel AgresteXReaderFem!Terminal Disease

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∆ Gabriel Agreste X Fem! Terminal Disease

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∆ Warnings: Adultery, Alcohol, Heterosexuality, Sex Innuendo, Inappropriate Language, Spoilers, Violence, Action, Adventure, Drama/Tragedy, Family, Fantasy, Women's Literature, Wrestling, Magic/Mysticism, Mystery, Romantic/Shoujo, Alternate Universe

∆ synopsis: Adrien Agreste had begun dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng, leaving aside his father’s hard hand and traveled to Shanghai to open his new store. Alone in his mansion, he ends up receiving a letter from his former love, he just did not expect that the news was not the most pleasant.

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The famous Eiffel Tower was fully illuminated on the French night, as if it were the only star in the sky darker than the feathers of a crow. The Seine was bustling with boats playing jazz and some couples dancing slowly in the open gardens.

Gabriel Agreste was a young punk who worked in a small hippie tent, where he styled clothes to his style. He always had a serious face and rarely gave small smiles, as if there were no reasons in his life to express joy. Or that’s what they thought, after all, when the young [Name] appeared, Agreste could barely contain her smile.

[Name], an aspiring actress and singer, performed small shows at the renowned Moulin Rouge, enchanting everyone who attended. And that’s how the young woman ended up meeting Gabriel, the boy she saw a huge talent as a fashion designer, asking her to prepare her clothes for the presentations, in which she accepted very willingly.

The relationship of both increased and intensified, making the romantic side of the Agreste flourish. Many thought that nothing could separate them. But the fame came to the boy, who began to travel around the world and dress the most internationally renowned, then, on one of these trips, Emilie appeared in the life of the French, who lost the ground when he met her. Just as Hades did with Persephone, Gabriel took Emilie to his world, making [Name] the Minta of the relationship.

Obviously the young woman suffered with the end of their relationship, wishing she had never met him. However, seeing him happy with those who left him radiant as she could not even, made his heart join the shards, overcoming and always cheering for the joy of the couple.

Years later the cycle of a loving relationship began to flow naturally, starting with the engagement and ending with the birth of the first and only child of the most influential couple in France and the world, Adrien Agreste, the child from the eyes of her loving parents.

Unfortunately, not all romance stories have happy endings. Emilie suddenly fell ill and died soon after, leaving her husband and son helpless. Gabriel never accepted the fact of losing his wife, doing everything so that his son had the best education and that nothing was missing him, even if it meant distancing himself and putting an iron hand in that small family.

Adrien no longer accepted being manipulated and living in the torment of his confused mind due to the hard hand of his beloved father. He understood that Gabriel did all that for his own good, after all, he lost his true love too soon. However, everything existed a limit and, unfortunately, Gabriel was crossing the limits.

As soon as the son of the greatest fashion designer in Paris began to relate to Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he decided to take time off and traveled with the girl to Shanghai, using as a pretext the opening of his new store in the other country, leaving his father alone in that huge mansion in central Paris.

And again, Gabriel was alone.

Like most people who find themselves lonely, both mentally and physically, feelings of nostalgia were surrounding the designer. Almost every time he found himself remembering his punk times, where he worked alongside the Seine and dated [Nome]. Maybe if you’d stayed with her, none of that would be happening.

Recalling his former passion of youth, an inspiration for a new collection came to his mind: tight dresses on the bust part and rotated in her skirts, lots of sparkle and the colors vary black, red and gold.

Gabriel could imagine [Nome] being the main model of his new collection. When I closed my eyes, I could see her walking on the catwalks with a black lace corselet that descended to a short skirt full of ruffles detailed in crimson, her beautiful long legs would be covered with a sockpants with drawn flowers and a glowing red feather adornment in their hair. [Name] would be perfect, a real representative of one of the most famous places in Paris.

A few days passed, almost dragged, inside the private studio of the Agreste. On their tables and floors were scattered all the sketches of new clothes. In his untouchable world, in the few moments of peace, he was interrupted by the bodyguard and driver, who came to warn that a letter had arrived, but that, unlike the others, it was not from someone known or an invitation.

At the time, he just ignored and left the card lying on his desk, didn’t even look at who sent it. A few hours later, after an outbreak of shaking a line of a skirt, as soon as he sat down, he took the letter and opened it, making a tear run down the corner of his cheek and falling soon after on the yellowish paper. Gabriel would recognize in a thousand years that handwriting, after all, had not changed anything.

[...]

For my love.

Gabriel, I’ve been thinking about you for years.

Whenever I see you in the tabloids or your son’s picture, I think about writing you, but I lack the courage.

Since he married Emilie I root for his happiness and cried when I heard of her passing. I wonder what you must have gone through with your son, I know it wasn’t easy, but you’re strong.

I’m sending this message because I have a short time left and did not want to die with something choking me for so long. After all, it’s been seconds, minutes, hours, months and years that I’ve been trying to tell you what drowns my heart in a succinct and beautiful way, but what I have to say has not much to shorten.

I, [Name], have always loved you Gabriel and will always love, but I will die. And I swear, on my deathbed, I will only think of you.

Always yours, [Name].

[...]

At the end of the letter, Gabriel was in tears with tears running down his thin cheeks. Many years ago I did not feel fear, pain and anguish as I was feeling at that moment. He reread that letter several times, trying to understand what had happened and how time had escaped between his fingers.

Soon Agreste called his employees and asked them to send the best fabrics to his mansion and a manual sewing machine was quickly installed in his office. He took one of the most beautiful sketches he had there, making the mold and starting the work of cutting and sewing, for the dress that was there designed by himself.

Gabriel still had the measures of [Nome] stored in a small agenda that he kept as a memory of that time. She’d be grateful to have kept that infallible good. When he finished assembling the garment, he asked his driver to take him to the address of that letter, to then find that old passion that made the flames of his heart light up again.

His hands trembled at the moment of squeezing the bell and the cold sweat dripped all over his body. As soon as the door opened, and their eyes crossed with those of [Nome], the only thing they could do at the time was to hug each other, while tears washed away all the negative feelings that were hovering over them.

"My sweet [Name], I never forgot you".

Her hands squeezed tightly the designer’s haute couture and well-done clothes, as if that could prove to her eyes that Gabriel was there of his own free will.

"I always loved you"

She almost couldn’t talk.

[Name] was in front of him. A little thinner, deeper eyes, pale cheeks and dull hair; really, did not lavish the beauty of a healthy person, but the smile proved that it was the bold girl who always loved. Gabriel was always quite sure that the gods loved those who dared and [Nome] was one of these people, but something within her had abandoned her.

Inside the living room of [Nome’s] house were photos of her performances at the Moulin Rouge, auditorium programs she was invited to and even photos of her youth with Gabriel. There were several Affairs in the life of [Nome], but never married or joined things up with someone else, it was always just her and herself.

"There was no other man in my life, Gabriel. You were the only one".

"I feel honored. I brought you a gift".

[Nome] sat in an antique wine-tone armchair and took the large white box with a huge golden bow on top. She opened it slowly, as if her fingers did not have the strength to undo the bow, and then pulled the dress out, making her lose her words.

"As always, it’s perfect!"

She put the dress in front of her and looked at a small round mirror in her living room to see how that dress looked.

"I still had your measurements saved, this dress is unique and there will be no other".

[Name] smiled, then folded the dress and put it back in the box. She took a serious look and continued:

"I’m so sorry for Emilie, I know she was the love of her life".

"My heart is big".

"I know, but I’ll be dead in a few months. Maybe weeks".

Gabriel just turned his face and took a sip of the tea [Nome] served.

"Glad to see you again".

"You’re not gonna die, I’ll pay for whatever treatment it is".

[Nome] stood up and went to him, then hugged him strongly, as he did when he felt that Agreste was down and was returned.

"I already find myself in the palliatives".

Agreste took the hand of his passion and gave a chaste kiss.

"But we just met again".

"The journey ends with the lovers meeting. Do you remember our phrase?"

Gabriel was feeling fragile, brittle and vulnerable, things he hated to feel. If he himself were not the person who akumatized others, he would be transformed at that moment.

"Then stay with me until the end".

The designer then just quietly agreed.

From that moment on, Gabriel stopped staying in his immensely lonely mansion, even freeing Adrien and Marinette from their brotherly concerns. I was thinking a little more about you and [Nome], with which you began to spend more time, taking her for a walk in the places they walked when they were younger.

When they were still a daring punk couple.

Now they were older and with other worries, hair turning gray and less fervor of longer walks. Life did this, gradually shaping each one with their obstacles, so that when they got older, they would enjoy the little time left.

However, Gabriel had to give his arm to twist. No model looked so good in her custom-made clothes as [Nome] and when she stood in front of the city lights, which illuminated the darkest night, there was no work of art that came close.

Like fire in gunpowder, violent joys have violent ends. [Nome] was hospitalized in serious condition, causing the heart of Agreste to break again.

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

Gabriel enjoyed the moments when she was still lucid and not so tired.

"Because you’re my favorite villain".

"Am I a villain?"

"Well, it did".

He combed the hair of [Nome], who could barely lift his arms.

"You know, that attitude and punk look. I always had a preference for villains, I never liked heroes".

"May I ask why?"

She stopped for a while, fixed the oxygen catheter in her nostrils, waited a few seconds and started talking again.

"A hero would sacrifice you for the greater good, but the villain would set the world on fire to have you".

Agreste smiled, because that’s exactly what he did with the miraculous butterfly.

"Besides, the villain has a good heart and an immense love to give to those who really deserve it".

He then sat on the corner of the stretcher and smiled:

"Just know that I would do anything to have more time with you".

"I am happy to have shared more time with you these days".

That afternoon, on his last visit to the intensive care unit, [Nome] had already begun to show improvement in death. Gabriel recognized those signs from afar. Then, before leaving, he gave a small chaste kiss on his forehead and said:

"[Name], I will love you even when everyone dies and no one else remembers us, and we are nothing but stardust wandering through infinite space".

The actress who made her career in the well-known Moulin Rouge could not even answer. I was too tired to say anything, but the smile and a tear managed to express everything I had to thank his former love.

At two and fifty-two in the morning, [Name] died. Gabriel was already expecting the call, had not even slept during the night and organized everything for the last farewell of his first love.

Just as [Nome] had said, Gabriel would put the world down to bring Emilie and her back again. No matter the timelines or the sacrifices, he would bring his loves to life again.

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