A/N: Heheheheh…another Gabriel and Chat Blanc haunts Marinette's narrative from me heheheheheheh. And no, I will never stop 3

Enjoy!

"The same vision repeats itself, on the eve of the collapsing paradise

The end of rebellion; resisting me

I must be near to breaking down, release me I'm in pain

Still trying to change the destined future"

ESCALATE - Aimer

Pairing - Mariblanc

Prompt - 'Inevitable'

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"I don't understand why you're still so conflicted after all this time. You did the right thing, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"If you truly believed you're doing the right thing, you wouldn't be feeling like this at all."

Once again, Marinette found herself in the very same, dull monochrome ballroom that's been appearing in her dreams more and more often ever since that day. She didn't need to look down to know that she was wearing a gorgeous, pillowy white wedding gown that trailed on the marble floor like a fairytale come to life and that the tightness on the back of her head indicated her hair was put up in an elaborate bun with fragrant flowers pinned securely within the braids.

The dull, jazzy tune continued to drone in the background, played by an orchestra as dozens and dozens of faceless people danced meticulously on the floor in pairs like puppets on a string. Every time she started to recognise one or two individuals, their features would immediately turn into a blur and a thick, suffocating fog would stubbornly claw her brain and suddenly, she would forget what she was thinking about to begin with.

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Despite all of that, her surroundings would have been an incredibly exciting sight had it not been for the two figures in front of her.

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"You're just a child. You will understand that this is how it's supposed to be. As a matter of fact, I'd say you already understand why I did what I did to begin with, my future daughter-in-law." Gabriel scoffed with his trademark, condescending tone and then proceeded to take a sip of the blood-red wine that coated the inside of his glass thickly in large, indulgent gulps. The stench of copper and iron forced its way through her nose but the girl didn't even blink.

"You of all people should know better than to follow the same footsteps with the likes of him, my Lady." Chat Blanc countered back icily, decked up in a groom's outfit that matched perfectly with her dress and his hair was also slicked back in a manner that made him look a little more mature (and unfortunately resembled Gabriel's hair a little bit too much for her liking). "Marinette…listen. If you don't tell him the truths now..."

She could only sigh loudly and pinch the bridge of her nose, ears buzzing and shoulders hunched with pure exhaustion. It was the same song and dance over and over and over again in these dreams. The same two ghosts who have stubbornly latched onto her arms to ensure she did what they wanted her to do. If she didn't know any better, she would have assumed the two were father and son with how similar they were—

"I will, just not now." She spat, brushing off the weird feeling of something every time she compared the two banes of her existence. It was as if she was so, so close to figuring out the ultimate picture that held all of the answers she sought but the idea of being burdened with more knowledge she wouldn't be able to share always pulled her back before it was too late. A cold, heavy hand placed itself on her shoulder, digging its nails in and immediately, she couldn't move because of its iron grip.

She didn't need to meet his eyes to know it was Gabriel Agreste who was towering over her with his standard expression of sheer disappointment and a glower that radiated with a threatening aura.

"No. You will not tell him a single thing. Everything I entrusted to you will be taken to the grave. That is an order, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Before he could shatter her shoulder with his herculean grip (and perhaps even aim for her throat next), she found herself pulled out of his grasp with ease and her waist was enveloped with a pair of strong but soothing arms that promised safety and unconditional love.

Chat Blanc simply looked down at her forlornly as he led them on the ballroom floor with one hand on her hip and the other clasping her hand. They wordlessly waltzed together in the middle of the room as a familiar song by Tchaikovsky started to play and she didn't know (or maybe, she didn't care) what happened to Gabriel— Marinette was simply lost within her partner's melancholic eyes and the searing warmth that radiated from his touch against her body.

"Have faith in him, Marinette. Have faith in Adrien." His voice was on the edge of begging, his feline ears plastered to his hair and his ice-blue eyes just so strangely familiar in a way that had her heart skip more beats than she could ever fathom. "He's stronger than you think. Stronger than what everyone else thinks. He has you by his side after all. And just like always, you will both get through it together."

"...Why is it always you...? Why is it only you that's telling me to tell him so desperately, Chaton?" They halted in place, the music stopped and her akumatised partner cradled her face so lovingly, so gently, she wanted to cry.

"Because...I'm..." He reached for his face next and began to peel off the edges of his mask, revealing himself to be—

BEEP BEEP!

BEEP BEEP!

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Marinette opened her eyes.

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Her ceiling and skylight window stared back at her.

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She cried and cried and cried.

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A/N: This was originally meant to be a comic by the way! But unfortunately, I'm so busy right now so who knows, maybe I will look back at this when I have free time and be like "Hey! I should draw this!".

Anyways lemme know what you fellas think~!