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Beau and the Beetle	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 3721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: Alya
- 2-Adrien
- 3-Felix
- 4-Bridgette
- 5-Adrien
- 6-Sabine
- 7-Bridgette
- 8-Alya
- 9-Adrien
- 10-Felix
- 11-Sabine
- 12-Bridgette
- 13-Alya
- 14-Felix
- 15-Adrien
- 16-Alya
- 17-Felix
- 18-Bridgette
- 19-Adrien
- 20-Sabine
- 21-Felix
- 22-Alya
- 23-Bridgette
- 24-Adrien
- 25-Sabine
- 26-Adrien
- 27-Felix
- 28-Alya
- 29-Bridgette
- 30-Adrien
- 31-Sabine
- 32-Bridgette
- 33-Felix
- 34-Alya
- 35-Adrien
- 36-Felix
- 37-Sabine
- 38-Bridgette
- 39-Adrien
- 40-Felix
- 41-Adrien
- 42-Felix
- 43-Adrien
- 44-Adrien
- 45-Adrien
- 46-Epilogue
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Gabriel closed out of the website and shut down his computer with a satisfied smile. He was running late, and as the future father of the bride, it would reflect poorly on him if he held up the ceremony, especially since he was to walk Marinette down the aisle.
Ever since she had entered his household, Gabriel had grown increasingly fond of Marinette. She couldn’t be more different from his dear, departed Emilie, but she possessed a fire and a passion he admired. She was also sensible and quick-witted, as well as a gifted designer, so he planned to make her the next head designer at his company.
Felix would still become the next CEO, but for now, Gabriel still had final say in who was promoted to which position.
He straightened his tie, and walked out to the car, where Nathalie patiently waited for him. He smiled and greeted her with a chaste kiss on the cheek, before settling in the back seat beside her. Their new chauffer pulled into the street, and headed for the church.
Gabriel had accepted Nathalie’s marriage proposal six years prior. He was astounded to learn she had loved him for almost as long as they’d been acquainted. He accepted her after some serious thought, coming to the realisation that he returned her feelings. He was also tired of being alone, but he didn’t admit that to her.
They pulled up at the church, Gabriel exiting the car first, then turning to assist Nathalie. Arm in arm, they entered the grand structure, greeting guests and wedding party members alike.
Gabriel broke away from the crowd to check on Adrien, waiting in a room down a short hallway from the entrance. He was pacing, and shaking his hands, sweat beading his forehead. His long-time friend and best man, Nino, sat in a chair, watching with mild amusement, while Felix leaned against a wall, smirking at his brother’s obvious distress.
‘What if she doesn’t show up? Just leaves me at the altar, ‘cause she realised she can do better? What if I mess up my lines?’
‘You won’t have to worry about your lines if she’s dumped you at the altar,’ Felix pointed out.
Adrien’s face turned pallid.
‘Enough, Felix, you’re not helping,’ Gabriel admonished. Turning to Adrien, he grasped his shoulders firmly. ‘She has not left you, and I can guarantee she cannot do better. You are my son. The celebrant will read your lines, so all you have to do is repeat after him. And I assure you, once you see your bride, all independent thought will vanish. You’ll be running on autopilot, and would likely dive into the Seine if he told you to.’
Adrien took a deep breath and finally stilled. Gabriel straightened his collar, and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
‘Ok, sure. You’re right. I can do this.’
‘That’s the spirit,’ Nino cheered.
Gabriel smiled at the young men dressed in his designs, made specifically for the occasion. They looked good, and he was sure they would all do him proud.
Satisfied Nino and Felix had Adrien well in hand, he excused himself to check on Marinette’s progress.
As he passed the front doors, Tom and Sabine entered, looking about as though unsure of their welcome. Gabriel curled his lip, then smoothed his features before they noticed him approach. He had never liked Marinette’s parents, and would have preferred they had not been invited. But they were Marinette’s family, and she had insisted, though she had given them no role to play in the ceremony. They were there as guests, and nothing more.
Gabriel didn’t bother to smile, but he greeted them politely, falling back on formal behaviour, as befitted the occasion.
‘Madame and Monsieur Dupain-Cheng, thank you for coming.’
‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world,’ Tom replied, his smile stiff and forced.
Sabine clung to his arm. ‘Of course, we’d want to see our daughter’s wedding. It’s all she’s dreamed of.’
‘Of course,’ Gabriel agreed, nearly choking on the words. ‘If you will excuse me.’
Without waiting for a response, he continued walking. He thought the pair had some audacity, still calling Marinette their daughter. After her miraculous return from the underground, her rearing and education had been provided by himself and Nathalie. He was responsible for the remarkable young woman Marinette had become, and it galled him they still took credit, especially since they had objected to her living in his house.
Gabriel had been firm when they were children, stating very clearly what was acceptable behaviour, and what needed to wait until they were adults. They’d shared some very candid and personal conversations, and as a result, he had produced exceptionally fine young people. Furthermore, Marinette’s dream had been to become a world-famous fashion designer, something she had achieved, with his help. Marriage was a secondary goal, at best, which was something Tom and Sabine ought to have known if they insisted on still being thought of as her loving parents.
Shoving his ire aside, he knocked on the door to Marinette’s dressing room.
‘Come in,’ called a feminine voice.
Pushing the door open slowly, he slipped his hand inside first, to give the ladies time to cover up if necessary. When no one squealed, or slammed the door, he let himself in.
Marinette was sitting at a dresser as Alya touched up her hair. Bridgette, Felix’s wife of the last three years, watched on from the window.
‘You look stunning,’ he told the room at large.
Bridgette blushed, her hand going to her still-flat belly, while Alya flipped her hair with a knowing smirk. Marinette stood, her elegant gown swishing about her legs.
She took his hands, smiling up at him, her cheeks rosy without artifice. ‘Thank you. You look exceptionally fine as well.’
‘How are you coping, while you wait? Are you well?’
‘I’m fine.’
‘Lies,’ Alya stated. ‘She’s been freaking out all morning. We’ve only just got her settled.’
Gabriel gave the sigh of the long-suffering. ‘You and Adrien really are made for each other.’
Marinette gasped. ‘Is he ok? He’s not freaking out too badly, is he?’
Gabriel patted her hand reassuringly. ‘He is fine. Just pre-wedding jitters.’
‘He won’t get cold feet?’
‘My dear, he has been in love with you for the better part of a decade. He’s not going anywhere.’
As the bells chimed, everyone took up their positions. Alya and Bridgette preceded Gabriel in a swirl of pink silk, as they met up with their respective partners to head down the aisle. Adrien stood by the altar in solitary splendour, waiting nervously for the traditional wedding march.
When the music began, Gabriel held out his arm. Marinette accepted it with a smile.
‘Thank you for doing this for me,’ she said.
Gabriel nodded, then escorted her to her new life.
But he would never tell her that his true wedding gift was the successful assassination of Zhang Yu.
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