AN: The start of a (hopefully) large number of song-fics involving the multiverse of Miraculous (as in canon, AU, and other)! Thought it best to start with a slightly different take on "It's Over, Isn't It?" from Steven Universe, and I may get to a few others later on, but also feel free to give me a few suggestions! Disclaimer: I do not own any affiliated characters or song lyrics in this fanfiction.
Nathalie sat down at her desk and absentmindedly picked up a photograph of Emilie.
"I was fine, with the men," she said as she ran her fingers over the frame, "who would come into your life, now and again."
Nathalie placed the photo back down."I was fine, because I knew. That they didn't really matter…"
She frowned at a picture of Gabriel. "...until you."
"I was fine, when you came," Nathalie smiled wistfully, "and we fought like it was all some silly game...over her, who would she choose?"
"After all those years..." She reached towards her collar.
Her hand tightened into a fist. "...I never thought I'd lose."
She looked over the messages on her tablet. "It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?"
Suddenly, Nathalie stood and began to pace. "It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?"
"You won!" Nathalie cried, throwing her hands up. "And she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone…!"
Nathalie ran her hands through her hair. "It's over, isn't it-why can't I move on?"
Swiftly, she straightened and strode forward.
"War and glory." A training sword on her windowsill.
"Reinvention." Red dye in her bangs.
"Union." A wedding photo.
"Freedom." The weekly schedule.
"Her attention." An old, baby shower card.
She grabbed the scabbard and unsheathed the sabre held within. "Out in daylight, my potential."
Probingly, Nathalie made a few jabs with the blade. "Bold. Precise. Experimental."
"Who am I now in this world without her?" she cried and the sword clattered to the ground.
Nathalie leaned against the wall. "Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her."
"Oh, what does it matter?" she said, turning back towards her desk, "It's already done."
Her eyes were drawn towards a picture of three, smiling blondes. "Now I've got to be there for her son."
She began to organize the papers strewn across the desk into stacks. "It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?"
Her speed increased. "It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?"
Nathalie slammed the pile down onto the desk. "You won and she chose you, and she loved you and she's gone…!" She reached her hand towards the mural of Emilie hung above the desk.
Nathalie lowered her trembling hand. "It's over, isn't it-why can't I move on?"
She placed her head in her hands and sobbed. "Oh, it's over, isn't it?"
In another room, a man opened a purple brooch, revealing the smiling face of a blonde woman.
"Why can't I move on...?"