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A scene in Tearing through the Pages and the Ink that I enjoyed.
Aged up Chloenath commission for @powerdragonmoon!
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CHLONATH WEEK!
June 11–17, 2017
Those of you who know me, know that I’ve been wallowing in the beauty of Chlonath for a good long while! And so in order to encourage more content for this pairing, staring June 11th we have some excellent prompts to last until June 17th!! Please join us in whatever capacity so show our favourite tomato and self-titled princess of Paris some much needed appreciation!
The Prompts!
Day 1: Bickering/Flirting Day 2: Honey/Tomato Day 3: Art Day 4: Rescue/Transformation Day 5: First Kiss/Holding Hands Day 6: I Hate That I Love You/I Love That I Hate You Day 7: AU
Please tag your work #chlonathweek2k17 and I’ll be sure to reblog all the content I can!!
In the meantime, please feel free take a look at my chlonath tag to see all the amazing art that this fandom has blessed us with! And please we reblog this post to let others know!! As June gets closer and closer, I’ll be sure to reblog as much chlonath content as I can in preparation for the amazingess that will ensue! ^^
I’ve been waiting for this. I’m ready.
CHLONATH WEEK!
June 11–17, 2017
Those of you who know me, know that I’ve been wallowing in the beauty of Chlonath for a good long while! And so in order to encourage more content for this pairing, staring June 11th we have some excellent prompts to last until June 17th!! Please join us in whatever capacity so show our favourite tomato and self-titled princess of Paris some much needed appreciation!
The Prompts!
Day 1: Bickering/Flirting Day 2: Honey/Tomato Day 3: Art Day 4: Rescue/Transformation Day 5: First Kiss/Holding Hands Day 6: I Hate That I Love You/I Love That I Hate You Day 7: AU
Please tag your work #chlonathweek2k17 and I’ll be sure to reblog all the content I can!!
In the meantime, please feel free take a look at my chlonath tag to see all the amazing art that this fandom has blessed us with! And please we reblog this post to let others know!! As June gets closer and closer, I’ll be sure to reblog as much chlonath content as I can in preparation for the amazingess that will ensue! ^^
@vanilla107
Do You Believe in Miracles? Chapter 4
I’d like to first of all apologize for how long it’s taken to get this chapter published. Lots of irl crap happening to me in the last 7 months. I’d also like to give a big thanks to @ageisia for beta reading this and helping me get this fic out of hiatus.
Last of all, I’d like to thank tumblr for being so janky as to require some BS workaround just to get my work to appear in tag searches. So yeah, thanks tumblr you pile of utmost garbage.
AO3 FF
Chapter 4: Long Live the Queen
“Chloé, do you have an explanation for where you were during the evacuation?” Miss Bustier demanded the moment the girl in question stepped back into the classroom. “And for the first–” she looked at her watch “–twenty minutes of class?”
“I told you before I stepped outside,” Chloé mumbled, ignoring the eyes on her as she made her way to her desk. “Restroom.”
“Well,” Miss Bustier planted her fists on her hips, “you should know that when the fire alarm goes off, evacuation takes priority over powdering your nose.”
Keep reading
Me Last Month: I’m going to write and finish my ChloNath Week fic a month early because I’ll be in tech.
Me the Day before ChloNath Week with one and a half chapters written:
Chloé: I give paris a reason to live.
Nathanaël: Really? So how come I die a little everyday?
Chloé: ...
Chloé: I have nothing to say to you Mr. Kurtzburg.
Nathanaël: Ditto, babe.
Chlonath Week 2017 Day 1: Bickering/Flirting “Just Maybe”
Look who's late to the party... :’)
This wasn't going to be uploaded until my last exam ended, but I found some time and uploaded it today. Hope you'll like it!
She's a horrible human being, and as far as he was concerned, they shared nothing but bad memories together. Nothing good ever came from her presence, so why did this happen? How did it happen?
What could've possibly caused this? They barely spent anytime together, and any time spent together was mostly spent fighting.
***
"You're in my way. Move, Red."
"Chloé, the hall is huge. You can walk on the other side."
"You're still in my way, Red."
"Stop calling me that."
***
He ended up moving after a second. There was no reason to waste time having pointless fights with Chloé.
Maybe all the time spent with her wasn't that bad.They had their moments.
***
It had been a long weekend and Nathanaël was thankful to be bad at school. Not that he enjoyed it, but it was better to be at school than at home with a fever. Hell, what's the point of being away from school if he still couldn't draw? He'd rather argue with Chloé.
He thought too soon. She started walking towards him with a determined look on her face.
"Hey Red, it's not like I care or anything, cause I don't, but you weren't here yesterday or on Friday. So I had Sabrina copy these notes for you. But like I said, it's not like I even care or something, I really don't."
Nathanaël couldn't help but smile a bit at how flustered the blonde had looked while she handed him the notes. This was a new look for Chloé and he was enjoying it, perhaps a little too much. "Thank you, Chloé."
"Don't expect this to happen often. I only did this cause you're cute- I meant because you don't have an acute understanding of what we did in class since you weren't here and all. That's why I brought the notes for you, so you can have an acute understanding of what we did in class."
He thanked his lucky stars he was still slightly flushed from being sick all weekend. Well, maybe he was still sick. He wasn't really feeling that well this morning. He couldn't have heard that right, could he?
"Anyways, I have to go somewhere, but don't make me- I meant... Whatever, just be here. It's no fun to argue with Maricrap anymore."
***
She could be kind of sweet, in her own way, when she wasn't being shallow and insensitive. She was actually kind of nice, kind of. She's not really as bad as she makes herself look.
***
"Look Chloé, I already told you; the hallway is wide enough for hundreds of people. It's empty now, there's definitely space enough for the both of us."
"What's the problem? Maybe I just like your space, Red."
Nathanaël thanked his hair that day. It was his shield so Chloé couldn't see exactly what his face was, red. "Stop calling me that."
***
She was a little-or a lot sassy. She says the first thing that comes to mind. She has zero filter and zero chill. She had more pride than a peacock and an ego twice the size of the sun. And she may not act like it, but maybe she had a heart of gold.
***
"Nathanaël? Nathanaël! Are you okay? What happened?" Concern laced her voice as she ran towards him.
"It's nothing Chloé, I'm fine."
"Fine? Are you kidding me? Then why are you holding your hand like that? Let me see that?" He held out his hand for her to see. Chloé Bourgeois was not one to take 'no' in any fashion or form for an answer. "Right, you're fine. Fine my ass! That's a lot of blood for someone who's "fine." What happened?" She used her hand kerchief to temporarily bandage the wound.
"It's nothing Ladybug can't fix, really. The akuma had my sketchbook. I had some important sketches in there. I had to try to get it back..."
"Ugh! Stupid Red! I told you not to do that again, didn't I?"
"You never told me anything Chlo."
"Yes I did! I told you not make me worry."
***
Maybe she wouldn't have been his first choice, and maybe a little hard around the edges. Maybe they were complete opposites, maybe they were always at it with each other and maybe he thought she was kind of cute. But maybe he had a thing for her.
Just maybe, Nathanaël Kurtzburg had a crush on Chloé Bourgeois.
Chlonath week is amazing so far! Let's not forget the fic that brought me here... #Masterpiece
Me, after reading MASTERPIECE.
Chloé: I drew a portrait of you. 0:)
Nathanaël: I love it, but that looks like a mutant cabbage.
Chloé: That's not we rehearsed. :/
Nathan: I meant: It looks amazing honey. 0:)
Hey look, an Idea...
These are rare and here we go..
So I was just listening to songs on YouTube a few days ago and I stumbled upon this Sabrina Carpenter song on accident but ended up having it on repeat On Purpose ;) (Get it? No? Okay…)
So anyway, I just kept on listening to this entire song and had this idea just came into my for Chloe/ Nathanael, Mari/ Adrien, Alya/ Nino etc… To be at some sort of Masquerade Ball type and this song plays and everyone gets random partners and then they end up falling for each other. Anyways, so our three girls are besties and go out for coffee or something the next day and they’re all talking about the dreamy guys they met the night before of course Al, Mari and Chlo were prepared to hear stories of Alya and Mari thinking they fell in love, but no one, and I mean no one was prepared to find that Chloe “Never had a crush” Bourgeois to tell them that she fell in love. The trio is shocked and Aly decides that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and declares they must find Chloe’s “Lover and pinch him to make sure he’s real and then pinch Chloe and make sure she’s real.”
Our three guys are friends also and are completely shocked when they find that their quite artist of a friend somehow managed to actually talk to a girl, gotten her to dance and miraculously fell in love during the process as well.
Anyways that’s what was in my head.
Because I'm running extremely late on my contributions for Chlonath week... here's a sneak peek of my entry for Day 2
(I'm on mobile so sorry for any typos) School was long and usually felt like torture, but today somehow felt a lot worse. Chloé couldn't figure out what was wrong until she found herself looking behind her ever so often, or looking at the doors to see if he would show up. She just about lost all hope unil she heard someone rushing to get to class. She was hoping that maybe it would be him, but alas, it was the wrong artist that came in. Marinette, late as per usual.
Chlonath Week Day 2: Honey/ Tomato- "Little Stars”
It's late but it's here! I hope you enjoy it!
Ao3
Chloé was bored. She was always bored these days. Ever since she got her miraculous, she had been trying to change (for the better, of course.) But old habits die hard and she found that at times things would just... slip.
Nathanaël had been a victim to one of these unintentional assaults on one fateful day. He was just collecting his to go home for the day. He hadn't noticed Chloé staring at him whilst in deep thought.
'His hair is so red. Who even keeps their hair that red? Is it natural? It like a giant freaking tomato...'
"Wow, thanks for the compliment, Chloé. And yes, my hair is naturally this red."
'Did I just say that out loud? I can't believe I just said that out loud!'
"Year, I can't believe it either."
'I really need to stop doing that!"
"Yeah, you should."
"Don't tell me what to do. You have no right speaking to the Mayor's daughter that way."
She couldn't believe she just pulled the 'daddy' card again. She was starting to see why it used to annoy everyone else. Hell, even she felt annoyed with it. It was silent for a bit. She did not like that. It just started, but she was enjoying the little banter between herself and the artist and she wasn't ready for it to end quite yet. She was about to try and apologize but Nathanaël started speaking first.
"What does this have to do with rights? I was just agreeing with what you were saying. Moreover Chloé, I know you're the Mayor's daughter, everyone knows it. But you need to remember that in the end you're just the Mayor's daughter, you're not the Mayor."
He was so close. How did that happen? And how did she miss that he was taller than her now? And his eyes, she knew he had gorgeous eyes, but seeing them up close? Damn they were amazing. Was he having an effect on her? Yes. Should she let him know? Never. She needed to leave before he got the idea though.
"Point taken. But I have someplace to be and I don't want to be late. We'll continue this tomorrow, Red."
With that, Chloé strutted out of the classroom and made her way into the vehicle waiting outside for her. On her way out, she couldn't help but wonder who he was and what had he done to Nathanaël. He was still Nathanaël, she could see that. But he was no longer the same Nathanaël she could boss around anymore, she liked that.
She spent the next few months taking any chance she got to talk to Nathanaël, although they were usually arguing, not that she minded. It's just for fun. It was just for the pure enjoyment she got from their arguments. That was what she kept telling herself ever. Until one day it dawned on her that maybe that wasn't all it was.
Chloé was collecting her things to go home for the day. She was looking for one of her textbooks but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. She was so busy looking for the book that she hadn't noticed Nathanaël had entered the classroom.
"Hey Chlo, looking for something?"
"Not now Nathan... I can't find my textbook!"
"You mean this textbook?"
"Honestly, I have no time right now. If it has my name on it, then it's my book. Give it to me and move on. If it doesn't have my name on it th n throw it in the trash." She turned around, folding her arms. "It's pretty simple logic, shouldn't be hard, even for you, Red."
"First of all, stop calling me that, second of all, since you feel the need to make smartass comments, I'll just have to keep this chemistry textbook."
He was having way too much fun with this, much to Chloé's dismay. "Give my book, I swear-"
"You have to use your magic words, Chloé."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh trust me, Red, you really don't want to hear my magic words."
He pretended to think about it for a moment before saying 'Touché' as he handed over her book.
it was quiet as Chloé finished putting away the last of her things. It was quiet until Nathanaël broke the silence.
"Sabrina didn't copy those notes for me, did She?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That time I was sick. You gave me notes tha Sabrina copied, except she didn't and it was you, wasn't it?"
He couldn't have figured it out, could he? So she could just play dumb and maybe he would drop it, right?
"I know that you wrote the notes, Chloé."
So much for her plan. She turned to face him as she placed her bag on her shoulder. "How did you know it was me?"
"It was your book. It had 'Property of Chloé Bourgeois' written on it, and all the "I's" were dotted with little stars. The writing matched the one used for the notes, and all the "I's" were dotted with little stars."
'Damn those little stars!' "Okay, fine. You caught me, but you can't tell anyone, or I'll end you!"
He smiled. "Chloé, you and I both know you don't scare me anymore."
She raised a brow at him. "Really?"
"Really, and in fact, I think it's pretty sweet. You have your moments when you're kinda mean, but you can be really sweet, like honey."
Suddenly, she felt the need quickly leave the classroom. She chose the wrong day to go easy on the makeup. He couldn't see what was happening could he? She started walking towards the door, but stopped when she had her hand on the handle. "You're welcome by the way, for the notes. The day I gave them to you, you said thank you, and I never said it, so, you're welcome. Bye Red!"
She left the classroom so quickly that the words didn't really get a good chance to leave her mouth.
"You can be pretty sweet, like honey."
If it was possible, she started blushing even more.
It was in that moment Chloé had finally realized exactly why she kept on arguing with Nathanaël, why she enjoyed talking with him at all.
"Oh Chloé! Why did you have to go fall for the giant freaking tomato?"
*stashes unfinished fics under blankets* This is pure perfection at its finest...
i wanna hold ur stupid fuckin hand and kiss ur stupid fuckin lips and lean against ur stupid fuckin shoulder and cuDDLE UP WITH YOU UNDER THE STUPID FUCKIN BLANKETS AND HAVE STUPID FUCKIN CONVOS W U ABOUT EVERYTHIN G GOD IM SO MAD UR SO FUCKIN CUTE
THE CONTINUATION OF MASTERPIECE
OKAY! So I know that I’ve been busy but my exams are done so I should have more time to write and continue Masterpiece! The only problem is that I’m touring Namibia for two weeks BUT there will be an update before I go so watch this space! Tagging all my necessary people: @angellecookiewingz, @thesirenserenity, @krzed, @tahciram, @sugar–pie and @flowermochii and @rowcnaravcnclaw
Masterpiece Part 8
Okay, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has been so freaking patient with this fanfiction. I know it has been months and school has killed me in more ways than one. I only have a week left of holidays so I’ll try to update again soon but no promises! To my usual NathChlo army, you guys know who you are and make writing this fanfiction ten times more enjoyable to write.
I know I missed out on NathChlo week last month because of exams and I was so upset that I didn’t get to take part in it, but seeing the comments from people saying that this was recommended for them to read during that week made my day!
Loads of love and hugs vanilla107 xoxo
Masterlist for Masterpiece: https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/162975990025/masterpiece-masterlist
***************************************************************************************************** Chloe swallowed nervously as she covered her eyes with her hands. “Nath…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He chuckled and gently nudged her on her back, signaling her to walk forward. “Just trust me. I’m not leading you to your death, I promise.” “That’s what every murder says to the victim before they kill them,” mumbled Chloe.
They were only a few blocks away from the ‘surprise’ Nathanaël had planned for her and quite frankly, Chloe was a little nervous. She liked being able to leave work early. She liked that she could (sort of) cook and she liked spending time with Nathanaël.
Maybe too much, a nagging voice whispered in her mind.Chloe clenched her jaw and Nathanaël looked at her, concerned.
“Chloe, I’m right behind you. I promise you won’t get hurt,” he said soothingly.
She shook her head and took a breath. “I’m alright ,today was just a hectic day. Y’know, grumpy customers,” she lied as she took her first steps forward down the street with Nathanaël leading her to the surprise.
Nathanaël was right about it being cold and Chloe was grateful that her turtleneck managed to keep some of the cold at bay. She huddled closer to the lilac knitting and walked a few more steps until she felt Nathanaël’s hand gently put pressure on her shoulder, signaling her to stop walking.
Chloe heard Nathanaël exchange a few words with someone and soon she sensed that they must’ve walked through a door because the temperature rose to a comfortable warmth. After a few more steps she felt her foot hit a step.
There was a tense silence before Chloe, in a low threatening voice, said,“No.” “Yes.” “You CAN’T expect me to walk up a staircase blind, Nathanaël!” “It’s only one staircase, it’s not that steep and besides, I’m right behind you aren’t I?” Chloe sighed and took a shaky breath as she slowly started to walk up the stairs. She could feel Nathanaël’s hand lightly on her shoulder as she walked. Chloe let out a sigh of relief when she got to the top. “We’re almost there, Chloe. Just a few more steps.” Nathanaël’s breath tickled her ear and she felt weird tingly sensations up her spine. She wasn’t used to him being so close to him. After taking a few turns, Nathanaël put a hand on her shoulder and she stopped. “You can open your eyes now.” “This better of been worth it, Nathanaël Kurtzenburg because that staircase- Woah…” Chloe’s mouth shut and her eyes widened. Staring at her was a gallery of Nathanaël’s artwork, all lined up in a row, colour bursting from the canvases. Chloe took a step forward and her eyes getting lost in each painting, taking her time to admire each one. The biggest painting was in the middle and Chloe swallowed uneasily when she saw it. ‘Rage’ was the reason Nathanaël became so famous and that same painting was staring back at her. Chloe could see the anger and frustration in the sharp strokes of black, burgundy and red. The colours merged in the middle to form a black silhouette of a boy with a single white tear running down his face and his mouth opening to scream. Chloe had only ever seen 'Rage’ in newspapers or on tv but seeing it up close was a whole new experience. She walked towards it and tried to keep her voice from trembling. “It’s amazing.” Nathanaël heard the tremble in her voice and took a step towards her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t want to make you sad. I want you to see what I’ve done. 'Rage’ got me started and look at that one-” Nathanaël pointed to a smaller canvas which had curly soft lines in charcoal that got thicker and thicker. “-recognize it?” Chloe took a step towards the canvas and Nathanaël’s hand left her shoulder. Chloe cocked her head to the side and her eyes widened in surprise. “Is that…my bracelet that my dad gave me in high school?” Nathanaël nodded,“Yes.” “But that was years ago! Why would you draw it?” Chloe asked incredulously as she turned to face him. Nathanaël smiled and she felt her stomach do a little flip. “I still liked the design so I decided to draw it.” Chloe let her eyes wander to each art work. On her right was a painting of a girl with pink hair roller blading down a street lined with orange autumn leaves. Next to that painting, the smallest canvas, done in pastel, a small blonde and a tall raven-haired girl sitting at a cafe. “Hey, That’s Alix, right? And Rose and Juleka!” Nathanaël nodded ,a smile on his face. “That’s them, alright.”
Chloe inspected every single artwork with critique and nodded thoughtfully as she recognized them mediums he used.
“I like that you don’t stick with just one medium,” she commented and the red-head artist was shocked for a few moments.
“What? You didn’t expect me to know art lingo, did you?” Chloe teased and she smiled when she saw the slight redness on the tips of his ears.
“N-No! It’s just that I didn’t….Okay, fine! I didn’t expect you to know,” Nathanaël admitted bashfully.
“Daddy always had these artists come over and paint a new portrait of him every year. I got interested in the process and one of the artists taught me a thing or two regarding mediums, canvases, types of pencils and techniques on shading. I never got the hang of drawing or painting but I love seeing the process and results. Like here you-”
Nathanaël was speechless.
Here, he’d thought that Chloe had been an absolute talentless hag who didn’t know how to appreciate art in high school but…she actually understood some forms of art?
“Nathanaël? Earth to Nathanaël!”He snapped out of his daydream and focused on the blonde that was looking mildly annoyed.
“W-what? I’m sorry I zoned out for a second.”
“I was explaining how I liked how you used the natural light to get the shading-” “-I can’t believe you knew all this in high school and you still criticized me about my art! Why?” Nathanaël blurted out.
Chloe rolled her eyes as if it was obvious and gave him a look as if to say, ‘seriously?’
“Well, how else was I supposed to talk to you? I guess I was too…I don’t know, jealous of your work? I only thought about myself, Nathanaël. I thought I could paint but that turned out to be a failure. And even though your art was magnificent, I could never say it! I had already bullied you to a point where even if I did say that your art was amazing, you probably would’ve disregarded my comment anyway.”
Nathanaël thought for a moment and then nodded. “Okay, you have a point,” he chuckled before looking at his watch and looked surprised.
“Oh, it’s quite late…since my work is here I asked the manager if they would allow someone in after hours. There’s a little cafe’ downstairs. You want something to eat?”
Chloe grinned and nodded. The two walked down the stairs in comfortable silence.
“So, this is my one month anniversary surprise? Damn, you are one cheap ‘boyfriend’,” Chloe snorted as they walked to the cafe’ and Nathanaël smirked.
“What makes you think the surprise is over, love? And I must say that the blush in your cheeks compliments the lilac of your turtleneck,” he teased.
Chloe felt her stomach squeeze and she knew her cheeks must’ve gone an even brighter shade of red.
“You’re such a little shit, Nathanaël Kurtzenburg! And stop calling me ‘love’!” she groaned and Nathanaël laughed.
“I thought you liked being complimented, you have been complimented your whole life, right?”
That was true.
Being the mayor's’ daughter meant that people had sucked-up to her and always said the most sickeningly sweet words and she was used to that. But Nathanaël complimenting her was something else.
He meant those words and she knew it.
It felt genuine.
“Yeah…I have…but it’s different being complimented by someone I hurt,” she lied smoothly and thankfully, Nathanaël didn’t seem to notice as they stopped at the tiny but cosy cafe’.
The cafe’ had shades of dark brown and tan furniture. The scent of coffee and chai sent Chloe’s senses into heaven and she sighed.
They took a seat and ordered their food. There was no one else in the cafe except them and the waitress.
“So why did Gabriella ask about me this morning?” Nathanaël asked as he sipped his matcha green tea.
Chloe shrugged her shoulders as she stirred her vanilla latte.
“I think she must’ve seen you as you left and asked Mr. Shelley. She feels entitled to know everything and that’s why she was such a pest. I suppose you saying that you’re my boyfriend also peaked her interest. She probably didn’t think I was even capable of getting one,” Chloe grumbled.
“Well, you seemed to put her in her place this afternoon,” Nathanaël wiggled his eyebrows.
“What were those words again? ‘Nathanaël Kurtzenburg is the sweetest, kindest and most hottest guy I know. He is extremely talented and he is so attractive I might die! Did I mention that he would make an amazing stripper?’” Nathanaël said in a high-pitched voice.
Chloe choked on her latte and Nathanaël burst out laughing.
“I do NOT sound like that Kurtzenburg! And those are NOT the words I said!” she growled which only made him laugh even harder.
The waitress arrived with their food and Chloe forgot about Nathanaël’s teasing for the moment.
“Hmmm,” she mumbled as she ate her panini.
“Y’know, you work at a restaurant, Chloe. Don’t you like the food there?”
“Filter coffee and greasy eggs got nothing on a vanilla latte and a grilled turkey and pesto panini,” Chloe stated as she finished her panini before spotting a flyer on one of the notice boards.
She walked closer to get a better look and smiled. “Oh, I didn’t realize that you were having your own gallery showing in a few weeks,” Chloe said as she looked at the flyer advertising his work.
Nathanaël ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I didn’t want many people to know. None of the newspapers know. Only me and the gallery and now you. One of the staff here must’ve put up that flyer today. Obviously, I’ll be inviting other people but I don’t want to be hounded by the paparazzi again.”
Chloe picked up a trace of bitterness in Nathanaël’s tone and walked back to the table.
“Well, it’s going to be great. I know it. You probably have started paintings for this show right?”
Nathanaël nodded as he finished the last of his panini and paid for the food.
“C’mon then. Let’s go home and you can finish them. I have work tomorrow so I got to go sleep…ugh…stupid Gabriella and Mr Shelley,” she muttered and Nathanaël laughed.
They exited the warm cafe’ and Chloe didn’t realize how much the temperature had dropped. As they walked home, the cold was biting at her into her bones and she was a shivering mess.
“Here,” Nathanaël murmured as he took off his jacket and laid it on her shoulders. She felt warm instantly and sighed as the cold melted away.
“Thank you,” she replied softly as they continued to walk.
They spoke about art and Nathanaël was impressed with how much she actually knew. Chloe, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the impact she had on Nathanaël’s artwork.
Sure, ‘Rage’ was a scream of how her torment made him feel and the other one was just a materialistic object…which did make her feel like crap but she was happy that Nathanaël found a release for his anger. They finally made it back to the apartment and Nathanaël walked Chloe to her door.
“Thank you for showing me your work, Nathanaël. And I’ll never repeat this again…and if I hear it from someone else…you are dead….but your art is fantastic. Some of the best detail I’ve ever seen.” Chloe grinned.
The redhead chuckled and smiled. “I’m happy I got to show you. Goodnight Chloe.”
“Goodnight.” Chloe unlocked her apartment door and gasped.
“Chloe? Is everything okay?” Nathanaël asked.
“Yeah, everything is okay…it’s just freaking cold…my window doesn’t close properly so it’s basically a freezer in here,” Chloe shivered as she walked over to her window and tried to close it.
Nathanaël followed her into her apartment and tried to help her close her window.
“Chloe, it’s no use. Your window won’t close and if we try any harder, it will break,” Nathanaël said as he looked at the wood indentations on his hands.
“Whatever. I’ve suffered through worse and it’s just a little wind…I’ll be fine-!”
At that moment, the sky crackled and it started to rain. Chloe looked out of her window in disbelief.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she swore as droplets started to wet her windowsill and floor.
“That’s it. I’m so done. I get that karma is a bitch but seriously?” Chloe paced up and down her apartment. “Why. Why can’t I have one night of peace?”Chloe tried closing her window again but failed and continued to vent.“Today was going so well! And then this-,” she points to the window, “-has to happen!”
Nathanaël looked at the furious blonde and chuckled.
“Why are you laughing! Do you like seeing me hate the world?” Chloe glared.
Nathanaël grinned and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Well, I was going to offer if you wanted to sleepover at my place tonight but…I do enjoy watching you hate the world.”
Chloe froze and stared at him, not really knowing how to respond. Nathanaël smiled before turning around and walking to her door. He stopped and turned his head so that he could see her.
“You’ll freeze to death…or get hypothermia…or become a literal ice queen…but get your pajamas and your toiletries. I’ll get someone to fix your window later this week.”
Without another word, he walked out of her apartment.
Chloe stared at the empty doorway, dumbstruck. Had Nathanaël just offered to let her stay at his place again? She didn’t ponder on the thought when she felt the icy cold rain hit her back and she quickly gathered her toiletries and changed into her pajamas.
She brushed her teeth and pulled out her blonde ponytail so that it fell into golden waves around her shoulders. Chloe locked her apartment door and ran across to Nathanaël’s apartment and knocked.
“-Damn Chloe, I didn’t know you were capable of changing so fast-” Nathanaël said as he opened the door but was immediately shoved aside.
He looked at the blonde in shock as she ran to his bedroom and jumped under the covers. Chloe waited for her body heat to warm up the duvet and heard a laugh.
“Wow, Chloe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ran that fast.”
“Shut up,” she murmured and she heard another laugh.
There was silence before she heard him mutter, “Dammit.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked from under the covers.
“I forgot to pick up my extra blankets from the dry cleaners today so I don’t have a blanket to sleep on the couch-”
“Sleep here, then.”
Chloe had no idea where the courage say that came from. She had just asked Nathanaël to sleep in the same bed as her.
“You sure? I don’t want-”
“Nathanaël, this is your bed. I don’t mind…as long as you’re not a cuddler,” she warned as she peeked her head up from under the covers to look at him with a warning look but cocked her head to the side.
“Nathanaël? Hello?” she asked and snapped the artist out of his daydream.
“I’ve never seen your hair down before…it just took my by surprise.” he said carefully as he took in her long golden locks cascading down her face.
Chloe shrugged her shoulders. “Working at a restaurant and long hair do not mix at all, so I opt for a ponytail and during high school, I was the only one who wore a ponytail so I kept that style.”
Nathanaël nodded, still transfixed on how her hair flowed from her head to her shoulders. He quickly grabbed his pajamas and went to the bathroom, changed and brushed his teeth, to avoid staring at her for too long.
She looks beautiful, he thought as he yawned and finished brushing his teeth. Nathanaël walked back to the bedroom before stopping and chuckling. Chloe was already asleep, her breathing soft and her halo of hair framing her face.
Nathanaël never thought he’d compare Chloe Bourgeois to an angel but she looked…angelic.
He switched off the light and carefully maneuvered himself so that he didn’t touch her while sliding into his side of the bed. Once under the covers he could just make out Chloe’s figure in the dark.
“Goodnight Chloe. Sweet dreams,” he whispered before relaxing and slowly drifting off to sleep.
Chloe was still awake as he fell asleep and she quietly lifted herself up and looked at Nathanaël. He was facing her and his eyes were closed.
“Goodnight Nathanaël. Thank you for everything. Sweet dreams,” she whispered before planting a kiss on his forehead.
With her heart racing, Chloe fell asleep and dreamed of panini’s, paintings and the red-head boy ,who she was slowly starting to develop feelings for.
What I say: I love the 'enemies to lovers' trope
What people think I mean: I get off on violence. I think hate sex is the best, don't think healthy and stable relationships are 'interesting' enough, and I purposefully sabotage all my relationships. I frequently ship characters with their abusers and consider dragging someone along and domestic violence 'grey areas' because if you look at context it really just means they love each other.
What I actually mean: I love it when two people who hate each other, whether it be seemingly clashing personalities, or actual literal enemies (always enemies who balance each other out. Not 'anti-hero/villain guy constantly harasses heroine girl', but two people who are evenly matched and can hold their own against each other and even in hatred have somewhat respect for the other) who are fighting on opposite sides of a struggle, come together on equal ground and realize that they have more in common than they previously thought. When the two finally join the same side, whether it's due to the redemption of one character or what have you, they may not get along at first, but with time and effort the two eventually find themselves friends with the other. Only *after* they have an established trust and friendship do they then start to have romantic feelings for the other. The 'enemies to lovers' trope does not work if you cannot put 'friend' between the two.
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.