Moth-eaten

Marinette was happy. she was really really happy. She was the top designer at Gabriel. She was the superhero Ladybug. And oh yea she was ENGAGED TO ADRIEN AGRESTE. (That defenitly required using capital letters).She would never get tired of saying that. Well one day she would. That was when she was MARRIED TO ADRIEN AGRESTE. (Capital letters 100% necessary).

These were her thoughts as she went through the corridors of Gabriel towards her sewing room inside the company building. It was not exactly her sewing room since any designer could just use any room if need be ( and Gabriel Agreste does not play favours) but Adrien had made sure that she had all the space to herself most of the time. The other designers didn't mind at all. Not that they disliked her but the young Agreste was known to be a little possessive since a particular photoshoot and a particular uhm... flirty model. (Or Adrien gets really jealous over another model harassing Marinette.)

As she finally arrives at her sewing room the door opens before her and out walks, her boss. Gabriel Agreste the man himself who rarely visits his own company just left her sewing room. That was strange and what was even stranger was what came next. "Errrr m-miss Marinette how err- nice to see you. I was.. ehm.. inspecting your d-designs and they're ehm... great as always hehe." Marinette just stared in shock at her boss. Gabriel Agreste. Stuttering and rambling? This was unheared of in both meanings of 'unheard'!

"But erm y-you may want to organise pest controll" Oh right her boss was talking, and WHAT? " You seem to have an insect problem." And then he just walked off.

Marinette stood there in shock for a few minutes not knowing what expects her behind that door and not wanting to know. Insect problem? What does that mean? Ever so slowly she opens the door and is shocked by what her eyes behold.

All her dresses. All her Jackets. All her shirts, skirts, pants and hats. Ruined, UTTERLY RUINED! There was not a single design left standing. It was like a Thousand moths had decided to have a feast in her sewing room.

"WHAT THE ..." -Dear viewer. Please understand that I try to keep this fanfiction as child friendly as possible and therefor will refrain from the use of vulgar language to my best ability. Thank you for your understanding.

Gabriel could hear the shout a few corridors away. He would never skip breakfast again.

A/N: Just to clarify MOTHS EAT CLOTHES therefore GABRIEL EATS CLOTHES. I know technically he has the Butterfly miraculous but he calls himself Hawkmoth so that's on him.

The storey did not come out as good as I had hoped but I like it nonetheless.

I hope you like it. Have nice a day. Bye.