"I wish-" Emilie stutters again.

She wants to wish that she never used the peacock miraculous but that undoes everything she just worked for. It will move Ladybug and Cat miraculous', to who knows where.

"I wish I looked like Nathalie Sancoeur," Emilie finally tries.

It's a stupid wish and she knows that. Her plans have become reckless and desperate because she would do anything for Gabriel and for her family. She knows this is what is best for them and she doesn't understand why Gabriel doesn't know that.

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Gabriel woke up with a major headache. He shielded his eyes with his arm feelings blinded by the bright light.

"Oh, honey, you're awake," a sweet voice called to him.

He blinked a few times, "Emilie?"

"You had such a terrible fall, I was so worried about you," Emilie cooed sitting next to her husband on the bed.

"You changed your hair? And are you wearing contacts, your eyes are blue."

Emilie smiled, besides for her outfit she looked like a copy of the old PA. She wore a red and white stripe tank top with a navy skirt instead of whatever, in Emilie's opinion, hideous suit that Nathalie wore.

"Yes, I just thought it was time for a change," Emilie lied through her smile.

"You look lovely."

Emilie left the room and entered the bathroom to get a decent look at herself. She hated her reflection, she felt fake and cheap. She already missed her blonde hair and green eyes. The woman in the mirror wasn't her but what a crazed obsession had caused.

"You're doing it for him," Emilie reminded herself.

Him-her husband

Him-her son

Him-not her

"It's not selfish when I'm doing it for my family," Emilie told herself.

Emilie had spent her months translating the grimoire and finding any information she could on the ultimate power. There was no explanation for why Gabriel was able to remember some of the stuff she had wished away.

"I hate her!" she screamed into the mirror.

Nathalie had taken everything away. Her husband, her family, and her sanity. It was her fault, it always had been.

Emilie punched the mirror watching the glass shatter. She didn't care how her hand was now bleeding, it was something she had been craving for a long time. She had needed to feel anything that wasn't related to her family. Self-inflicted pain worked well enough, she supposed.

She turned the earrings and ring over in her other hand. What would have happened if she had just stuck true to her original promise? Part of Gabriel had to love Emilie, he wouldn't have wished her back otherwise but part of him clearly didn't and had fallen for Nathalie while she was gone.

She put the jewelry on, "I wish I was just like Nathalie Sancoeur," she greedily said.

Given Nathalie's current state, Emilie fell to the ground. It didn't matter if her personality or mannerisms shifted. It didn't matter that her hips got a little wider or that her priorities changed. None of it mattered because she was on the ground struggling to breathe. Greed has consumed her and now she is drowning in it.

Gabriel found his wife on their bathroom floor not too long afterward. He didn't know what to do, as far as he knew, he was a completely ordinary man capable of doing nothing about death.

Going through some of his wife's things, two books stood out. One was an old book with colorful tabs of notes and translations. The other was a blue diary and the first note supposedly claimed she had wished away a woman by the name of Nathalie Sancoeur. As he read more of both books, his memory of all different timelines recovered in his mind.

Gabriel couldn't describe how he was feeling, lost more than anything. He was angry at his wife but he was able to find sympathy in his heart. She loved him, or maybe her affection had spiraled away from love.

He removed the jewelry carefully from his wife's cold body. Putting on the jewelry he knew that somehow he had to make this right, for himself, and for Nathalie who hadn't deserved such a fate. He felt like the weight of anything rested on him and he wasn't necessarily wrong.

"I wish I never made my first wish," he said.

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"Sir!" Nathalie's voice called for him.

His eyes hurt from bright light but there were worse things. Nathalie's silhouette came into his vision and he immediately wrapped his arms around her.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"No, I, there was this awful timeline, and she was evil, and you were gone, and-" Gabriel struggled to breathe, he didn't realize how overwhelmed he had become.

"You're alright," Nathalie promised.

Gabriel pulled away from Nathalie for a split second before pressing his lips to hers.

"Sir," Nathalie said again.

"I love you, Nathalie. I don't know what mess I have been through but I'm confident in that fact alone."

"I-" Nathalie couldn't believe it, he must have been through something traumatic. She kissed him, not knowing how else to express everything.

This was them, Nathalie and Gabriel. Not Hawkmoth and Mayura, but who they truly were, expressing how they truly felt. This was a true victory because love was worth every fight and battle. It was Nathalie's selflessness and sacrifice. It was Gabriel's determination and loyalty. Through Emilie's victory which had been her greatest downfall, everything had come somehow come together for Gabriel. It was their love and now it was their victory.