Hello readers :D! If you haven't read An Awkward Situation and Beloved on my Mind you might be very confused as to what is going on here.
Anyways, for those of you have read, as you know, in chapter 10 it states that Mrs. Clarisse Agreste died in a tragic car accident. This fic actually diverts from that and goes with the cannon that she is missing. For the sake of this fic however, I will not be using Gabriel as hawk moth.
this a two-shot that was basically co-authored between me and the lovely fullmetalpotterhead on tumblr and this reason #1 why you guys should be worried when we plot something.
enjoy :D
part 1
She was supposed to be dead. That was what they were thinking. Gabriel felt everything drop. He was grateful he wasn't holding his infant daughter as stared at the face of the woman he once loved more than his own self. She was supposed to be dead.
It had been 10 fucking years since he last saw her walk away…
She was supposed to be dead.
"I'll return the favor…."
With those words she had to leave her own home. She had to leave the man who was her husband in every way but lawfully apparently. Her children. They were to stay there. Without her.
She found herself crying her eyes to her brother. Maria felt like the world had finally ended.
I want Mommy! I WANT MOMMY!
He doesn't know how to feel. He was confused. He is confused. She was his mother. But she was also supposed to be dead.
He missed his mother… but he wasn't sure which one he missed more. The one that gave birth to him or the one that made his family whole somehow.
No one in the Agreste House hold was expecting it. It had been a spring day and a rare day off for everyone. Maria was happily tending to her infant children while Gabriel and Adrien where talking about politics. They had been generally all in a good mood.
Then it was a maid. She looked distraught as she walked to them. No one knew what was going on… and the world stopped.
Soft honey brown hair; Emerald green eyes; a smile that could have once filled anyone with warmth; a ghost who was supposed to only haunt their minds, she stood there smiling.
No one could speak. No one knew what to say. Had it been maybe five or six years ago, both men would've greeted her happily and worship where she stood.
But neither could. By law, she was supposed to be dead. They had looked everywhere but she had been nowhere to be found. It had been what, ten years since she said her goodbyes; ten years since they began a short period of hell, six years since they moved on, and one since there family was officially a family in the eyes of the law and in their own hearts.
Adrien wanted to be happy and hug her but instead he felt like his heart had been ripped open again when he learned why his mother left. He had always thought he was never enough for his father in their private hell. The older man and he soon managed to somehow show each other that they were enough. But this… this was not what he wanted to hear.
"I was unhappy. I hated being here while you went off and lived your dreams."
She was so unhappy… and he wasn't enough to keep her home. He had never been enough. He was worthless… he was nothing. He really couldn't keep anyone happy. How could he be worthy of being called a hero when he wasn't even good enough for his own mother?
Maria wanted to strangle the woman in front of her. She was feeling a thousand things at once but her anger was the strongest of these emotions. She kept a straight face. She once thought well of the woman, and believed that she had suffered a tragic circumstance, but now, her mind and her heart were only filled with hate.
If she was so unhappy then why had she come back?
"I want to start all over again, Gabriel. I think this time we can be happy."
The words no slip his mouth rather quickly. He would've given anything years ago to hear that, but now, it was different. He had moved on, Adrien had moved on, and things were great… or they were until she showed up.
Suddenly all that guilt that he learned to finally let go of came back.
It slammed all on top of him. He wouldn't dare look at his son. This was his fault. He was the one who made everyone miserable. He was the one who made his first wife so unhappy that she left her son because of how miserable she was. He was the one who brought this upon everyone.
"I'm afraid I can't give you the divorce immediately…"
He knows bullshit when he hears it. The judge is her fucking brother. He would side with her.
He had to stay with her for six months as a proper husband. He didn't want to. He figures this is revenge for driving her away.
He just wished she had told him she hated the way they were.
"Don't worry the children can stay. I'll return the favor."
Maria's world collapses as she packs her bags. She stopped when she heard those words. This woman was looking at her with a smile that told her she had no choice. Her children were not hers to keep. They belonged to this house and the woman made it clear that everything in the house belonged to her.
"You don't love anyone."
Clarisse Agreste was angry as she watched her usurper leave. The girl was only seven years older than her own son and was nothing more than a conquer. She had no right to the house, to the children, to Gabriel. They were all hers.
Yet that girl dared to tell her that she loved no one. She loved her son, she loved Gabriel. That was why she came back. She loved them enough to come back, right?
"I can't work here anymore."
"I know…"
Gabriel has known heartbreak his whole life. He can numb himself easily but Maria and his children were the exception. Their ruined lives were not something he could come back from. He watched as the woman he loved walked away.
It was far more painful than he had hoped. He always told himself he could live without her presence, without her smile, with her light but it did not mean that watching her leave would not kill him on the inside either way.
"Come to bed."
She always asked him that. If it were a different person he would've said his yes dear and gone, but no, it was her.
He didn't want to be near her. He gave a grunt as he continued his work. He had been planning to sleep in his office anyways. It was less cold in there.
"I love you."
Adrien hates hearing those words come out of her mouth. He used dream that she would say those words when the world had become a lonely hell.
Then bright blue eyes and a loud voice became the source of that motherly "I love you" that he had once been so desperate to hear. That "I love you" came from his father. "I love you" soon became his favorite phrase as two blue eyed siblings came into his life.
But now it felt meaningless. Especially from the person who birthed him. He was surprised at how easy it was to start hating her.
"I hate you."
She blinks when she hears those words. They're coming from a face that is too much like his father's. She could believe it from the three year old who runs as far away from her when he sees her. She could believe it from the infant girl who cries any time she comes to the room.
But not from her son.
The child she gave birth too.
The child she loved dearly.
She wants to ask why and she does.
"YOU CAN'T PRETEND WE'RE OKAY! YOU FUCKING LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE AND LEFT ME AND DAD. HE FUCKED UP. I NEEDED HIM. I NEEDED YOU. I THOUGHT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM. AND THEN YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID. HE TRIED TO REACH OUT TO ME. HE FUCKED UP AND HE OWNED UP TO IT. YOU HAVEN'T OWNED UP TO SHIT. YOU JUST UP AND LEFT ONE DAY. NO CONTACT, NO EXCUSE, NO NOTHING! YOU CAME HERE AFTER TEN YEARS AND EXPECT EVERYTHING TO BE FUCKING DANDY AND OKAY? YOU REMINDED THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE."
Adrien is shaking. Tears are falling down his cheeks as he takes deep breaths. She left. She left him. She left because she was unhappy. It was her fault.
It wasn't his fault. He was a kid. He had spent most of his puberty blaming himself, but no more. This was her fault. He walked away before he could hear her response. He didn't want her excuses anymore. She had told them that she wanted to start over and forced them into this hell.
She wants to cry. Why would he say that? She loved him and his father. She came back. She came back for them. She came back and they betrayed her!
They took a girl who was younger than her into the house and acted as if that child could replace her.
"You're three months pregnant."
Maria wants to cry. She's lost all her joy and now she has a child that will suffer the result. They will never know their awkward father, or their kind big brother, or their brother and sister who love nothing more than to laugh and smile.
They will only know that they are the only joy in the world for their pitiful mother. She will do everything to make sure this child does not suffer. Even if she is miserable, this child, this small piece of love and joy, should at least know all the beautiful things of the world.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh I know i'm ending it on a sad note but I promise part two should be up by tomorrow or Tuesday so please enjoy