Oh My! *cue The Happy Tears* Jojo, You're Too Kind! :P

Oh my! *cue the happy tears* Jojo, you're too kind! :P

But for the name thing: Kasia ;D

Kasia…hm…I wonder where I’ve heard THAT name before? ;)

Okay, so I know this Kasia girl who lives in a totally different country from me but she’s the freaking bomb. She is a wonderful peach who always makes me happy with her encouraging comments on my fanfiction.

She is a beautiful human being and is a outstanding NathChlo shipper.

So I was still inspired by the babies thing. So have a bunch more doodles.

Me: Come on brain, write.

Brain: I know what's going to happen next!

Me: That's fantastic, but for the sake of pacing can we work up to that point?

Brain: Yeah. We could. Or, hear me out, I can tell you every single detail of the next part and we won't be able to focus on the current point of the story and we'll get really frustrated because we know where we want to go but don't know how to get to it.

Me:

Me: ... Go on

me: well I'm pretty much done with work, guess I might as well get some sleep -

ml spoilers: bich U THOUGHT

What if the real Hawkmoth is the friends we made along the way?

Masterpiece (Part 9)

Okay…I’m still in awe that this is the 9th chapter of this fanfiction and it is oVERWHELMING. This has probably been the longest fanfiction I’ve ever written and I’m so grateful for every single person who leaves kudos, comments and reblogs this fanfiction. <3 I can’t say for sure when I’m planning to finish it…I feel like there’s so much that I still need to add to these two wonderful characters but I can tell you all one thing; I’m not ending it any time soon.

My mock exams are in two weeks and then less than two weeks after that, it’s my final exams. I can say with full confidence that I won’t be updating Masterpiece for a while because of that. I need to focus on my exams in order to get into the university I want to go to. Thank you for understanding everyone. <3

Loads of love vanilla107

To these amazing people constantly supporting me : @krzed, @angellecookiewingz, @tahciram and @sugar–pie

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Chloe heard a chuckle and she groaned and cuddled closer to her pillow. She felt so warm and relaxed. She hated that she had to go to work but money meant paying rent.

She heard another chuckle and a slight brush of a hand against her cheek.

“And you warned me about being a cuddler. Look who’s talking.”

Chloe froze and opened her eyes to see a grinning Nathanaël looking at her. She looked down to see that her body was safely tucked into Nathanaël’s chest and her hands gripping onto his pajama top.

Chloe did the one thing that would save herself from dying of embarrassment.

She kicked him off the bed.

Nathanaël landed on the floor with a thud and she heard him groan in pain.

“I swear, we spend one night in the same bed and you end up kicking out the next morning,” he grumbled before standing up and glaring at her when he stopped.

Chloe had covered herself under the blankets and he could only see her rosey cheeks, her wide blue eyes and golden hair.

Nathanaël stared at the girl, who was inwardly dying of embarrassment, and smiled before walking to his cupboard and selecting his clothes for the day. He had an important meeting with the manager of the gallery and according to her, there were going to be some people who wanted to talk to him about expanding his artwork further and commissions. He needed to look presentable and sighed as he looked at his clothes.

He never saw the need in owning expensive clothes but when Marinette insisted on giving him her whole new line after her very first fashion show, he couldn’t refuse. She gave it to him for free because her internship with Gabriel Agreste was in full swing and she didn’t want her previous designs blocking her creative flow.

He had asked her why Adrien couldn’t wear the clothes instead but she just giggled and replied, “His whole closet is already full of my designs as well as his dad’s. It’s going to burst if he tries to fit another garment in!”

Nathanaël couldn’t argue with that so now he wears Marinette Dupain-Cheng in collaboration with Gabriel Agreste. Since then, he would get little packages from her monthly, either a sweater or jeans. When the would meet up, she would beam with happiness when she saw he would be wearing one of her designs.

Today, he planned to meet up with her and Adrien after his meeting with the gallery manager for coffee and catch up. He picked out a pair of black slacks, black dress shoes and a black blazer before humming thoughtfully on the shirt. He could either choose the leaf green shirt or the deep red one.

“Choose the red one,” came a tiny voice from behind him and he turned his head in surprise.

Chloe was sitting on the bed her face a little less red and her eyes locked on the shirts. “If it’s a meeting, choose the red one. If it’s informal, choose the green. Red radiates power and control. You’ll make a good first impression with it and it brings out your hair,” she said as she tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped on her slippers.

She checked her phone and sighed. “I gotta get to work and clean those floors. Tuesdays are hell because it’s ‘Buy a burger, get one free!’ Tuesday,” she mumbled.

Nathanaël smiled as he watched her make the bed. It was such a weird thing to observe. One of the richest girls he knew in high school was making his bed and she didn’t seem to notice him smiling because she was in a sleepy daze.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at six?” he asked as he took the red shirt off it’s hanger and felt the light material between his fingers.

“Pick me up at six? Why?” Chloe asked as she fluffed the pillows. “We’re dating remember? Gotta make it as realistic as possible.” Chloe nodded and looked at Nathanaël, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I kicked you off the bed,” she squeaked before running out the room and exiting his apartment. Nathanaël chuckled and started to undress. He looked at the red shirt as he slid it onto his body and smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“She’s right. It does bring out my hair.”

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Nathanaël hid a smile as he signed the contract and handed it to the gallery manager who smiled and walked away.

“Thank you, Mrs Lefevre, I will be in touch with you,” he smiled as he looked at the beaming middle-aged lady.

“Thank you so much Mr Kurtzburg! I can’t wait to see the commission when it’s ready!” she giggled and her husband glared at him.

“I still don’t see why only one painting costs so much money, and this painting could take forever for him to finish,” grumbled Mr Lefevre.

Nathanaël was about to explain that painting wasn’t an easy process when Mrs Lefevre glared at her husband.

“Have you ever painted before, Nolan? Do you have any idea how the shading is merged with the colours? The mistakes the artist has to go through until they’re finally happy with the result? The stress of people judging their art? No. So don’t judge me or Mr Kurtzburg because we are artists and we appreciate good art. Mr Kurtzburg didn’t have to accept my request for my portrait but he did and he is getting paid for his work,” Mrs Lefevre said with sweetness but Nathanaël could sense the anger in her tone.

“ I believe that we’re all done here but your husband is right…I can’t be sure as to when I will finish your commission-”  Nathanaël started but was interrupted with Mrs Lefevre waving her hand reassuringly.

“-Oh, it’s alright Mr Kurtzburg! I’m just happy that you’re painting it! I’m a huge fan of your work!” Mrs Lefevre gushed as she looked at him through her short brown hair and Nathanaël swore that he saw Mr Lefevre pop a blood vessel.

“I’m going to the car,” growled Mr Lefevre and he stormed out of the building.

Mrs Lefevre rolled her eyes and sighed. “Nolan just doesn’t understand my love with art,” she sighed and looked close to tears. “He says it’s a waste of time and that I should focus on our business instead. I’m so sorry he disrespected you Mr Kurtzburg.”

Nathanaël felt sorry for the lady and smiled before lowering his voice even though it was only the two of them in the gallery.

“Well then, let me tell you a secret. There’s going to be a secret gallery of my latest artwork, here in this venue in two weeks. I’ve kept it secret because I want it to be a private viewing, but since you are such a big fan, I’m inviting you. Please don’t tell anyone. There’s already going to be a few photographers there for the newspapers the next morning….and please call me Nathanaël,” he whispered.

Nathanaël didn’t think it was possible for someone to die of happiness but Mrs Lefevre looked close to it.

“Oh my word-! I’d love to! Thank you so much Mr K- Nathanaël!” she squealed and gave him a quick hug. “Oh and before I leave, are you wearing Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” she asked as she let go and admired his clothes.

“Yes, she’s a fantastic designer,” Nathanaël said with pride. “I went to her first fashion show and I was absolutely blown away! Such raw talent! Goodbye Nathanaël, I’ll see you in two weeks! Oh, and the red suits you, it matches your hair,” she said smiling before skipping merrily out of the gallery.

Nathanaël looked at the shirt again and let out a small laugh as he thought of the incident with Chloe that morning.

“It really does suit my hair, doesn’t it?”

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Nathanaël looked around the quiet coffee shop and spotted the familiar raven haired woman and blond haired man in a secluded booth at the back of the coffee shop. He made his way there and slid into the seat and was greeted with two bright smiles.

Marinette was wearing a light peach blouse with a white blazer, blue jeans ( all from Marinette’s new line) and matching kitten heels. Her hair was a little longer so she had styled it in a fishtail plait. Her face radiated beauty and her signature ladybug earrings in her ears.

Adrien was wearing a teal button down shirt (Marinette Dupain-Cheng of course) and black jeans (Gabriel Agreste naturally) and sneakers. His silver ring on his ring finger glinted and Nathanaël couldn’t help but smile at the couple.

“Nath! It’s so good to see you!” Marinette grinned as she gave his hand a squeeze.

“Nath! I have to say that you look good today. Let me guess…are you wearing Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Adrien asked with a grin.

Marinette’s cheeks went pink and she buried her head in her hands as Nathanaël said, “You are correct, Adrien. A superb designer and the fabric choice is so light and airy.”

“Nath! Adrien! Stop it!” Marinette groaned and the two men laughed.

“You’re too modest, Mari,” Adrien said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving it a squeeze and Marinette looked up at him shyly.

“Anyway, Nath! How have you been? It’s been a few weeks since we last met up. You organizing your next gallery showing?” asked Adrien turning to face the artist.

Nathanaël nodded as he sipped his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m happy that it’s finally happening. The paparazzi weren’t helping with the process so I’m glad that they’ve finally backed off and I can work,” Nathanaël sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Marinette and Adrien grinned.

“Ah, yes the perks of being famous,” mused Marinette taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake.

“Yeah, but rumor about you and Mari dating really spiralled out of control, and just because you were hanging out! And then someone still broke into your apartment and ruined your work!” Adrien growled angrily.

“Well, that’s passed now so we’re all okay,” Marinette said soothingly to Adrien and quickly changed the subject. “How great is this cafe by the way? Ayla and Nino said it’s a ‘hidden gem’ in Paris and I’m so happy we decided to meet here!”

Adrien smiled and said, “Yeah, some of this food is even better than most five star restaurants!”

“Speaking of restaurants…we actually bumped into Chloe last week Friday,” murmured Marinette.

Nathanaël froze.

“Really?”

“Yeah, she was working at a restaurant! And not working like CEO of the restaurant working, like a waitress working at a restaurant working.” Adrien said in disbelief.

“She slipped and food went flying and…well let’s just say it didn’t end well,” Marinette said softly.

“Serves her right! She’s been a downright bitch since high school and looks like karma finally caught up with her!” a familiar voice said from behind Nathanaël and he flinched at the harsh words.

Marinette jumped up from her seat and pulled her best friend, Alya, in for a hug. The news reporter grinned and hugged the young designer back and Nino frowned.

“Alya! Don’t be so mean!” Nino said scolding his girlfriend. Alya looked at him like he grew an extra head as she sat down next to Nathanaël and he joined her. She gave Adrien and Nathanaël a smile before resuming her argument with Nino.

“What? It’s like she made it her personal mission to make our lives miserable in high school! Maybe she deserved having fries in her hair!”

Ayla had not changed the slightest since high school. She was still the same story-hunting, risking-her-life, curious girl. She had managed to get her very first job for a huge newspaper and she was living her dream. Her hair was in a bun that she quickly pulled out and let it fall down in thick waves. She wore an orange shirt tucked into a black pantsuit and her glasses framed her face. She had the lightest amount of make-up on and her smartphone in her hand.

“Alya, she looked like she wanted to cry…be a little sensitive,” Marinette whispered and Alya sighed and ordered a cappuccino.

“I’m just saying…the girl had it coming since she started being mean-no offense Adrien, I get that she’s your friend and everything but…she was crazy in more ways than one-”

“-She’s living with me,” Nathanaël blurted out.