Me, After Reading MASTERPIECE.

Me, after reading MASTERPIECE.

Me: Don't cry. *Reads this* Me: Just shut up and cry, and also ship this some more.

Masterpiece (Part Four)

Hey Miraculors! I’m so sorry that it’s been ages since I’ve updated. School got insane and even though I’m writing now, there probably won’t be an another chapter up till December because I have exams :(. But don’t worry, I will still be working on the story, it’ll just take some time to complete. Thank you for all your support and comments! They really make my day ten times better!

Dedicated to: @tahciram, @angelscoeur, @miraculousturtle, @heir-of-rowena-ravenclaw, @ellelalee, @miraculyfe, @gigiree, @faith-xx-love and @thornsword for being the coolest human beings ever and letting me dump my teenage angst on them and @chatartistx and @angellecookiewingz for being new friends and talk to me about food.

Part one:https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/145917449960/masterpiece-part-one

Part two:

https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/146700932665/masterpiece-part-two

Part Three:

https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/147049922050/masterpiece-part-three

p.s. aND WHAT THE HECK. 800 FOLLOWERS. THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU. <3

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Nathanaël woke to the smell of something burning and he scrambled of bed and ran to the kitchen. “Chloe! Are you alright?” Black smoke invaded his vision and he coughed violently. “Chloe? Chloe!” he exclaimed. “Nathanaël!” he heard her cry. Groping around the room he finally found a jug and filled it with water. The smoke stung his eyes and he wiped away the tears. He flung the water onto the stove, where the smoke was at its thickest, and did this two more times until the fire was out. He looked around the kitchen and saw Chloe, curled up into a ball in a corner. She was trembling and he could see her tears.

“Nathanaël- I’m so sorry-I tried to make pancakes- And you can see how that worked out- Oh my God- I’m SO sorry!”

Chloe covered her face with her hands. Nathanaël walked over to her and gently tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She looked up and swallowed uneasily. “I can’t believe you tried to make pancakes,” Nathanaël murmured as he helped her stand up. “I can’t believe you tried to make pancakes,” Nathanaël repeated, looking around the kitchen. “Yeah…it’s actually kinda funny…because why would I make pancakes when I’ve never made them before?” Chloe giggled. “And how many eggs did you use? There’s at least seven on the counter!” Nathanaël said trying to hold in his laughter.

“The mix looked really dry okay!” The whole scenario was so comical, Chloe trying to cook and failing. Chloe Bourgeois. Trying to make pancakes. Chloe had either made noodles in her microwave or bought cheap takeaways for the past month, had no idea how to make pancakes. Nathanaël and Chloe had doubled over in laughter and were on the floor. Chloe gasped, trying to get oxygen into her lungs and clutched her stomach. She sat up and wiped away her tears and grinned at Nathanaël, who had also stopped laughing but a light shade of red covered his face. There was a knock on the apartment door and Nathanaël stood up and went to answer it. He opened the door and a stern looking fireman stared at him.

“Your fire alarm went off and we came to check if everything is okay,” the man said gruffly. “Everything’s alright now, sir. Thank you for your concern,” Nathanaël said. The fireman nodded and Nathanaël closed the door. Chloe had gotten off the floor and was staring at him. “So what’s for breakfast?” she asked jokingly and they both dissolved into more laughter. 

•                                    •                                    •                                    •              Chloe took a deep breath and waited for the surface of the pancake to bubble. “Okay, now you want to gently move it onto the spatula and flip it so that the other side will cook.” Nathanaël instructed as he peered over her shoulder. “I can do this…I can do this…” she mumbled as she got the pancake and gently lifted it and flipped it to the other side. Chloe squealed with joy and nearly dropped the spatula. “YES. WHO’S THE PANCAKE QUEEN-?” she pointed to herself and grinned-“ME.” Chloe pranced around the kitchen while Nathanaël chuckled. “I wouldn’t say that yet,” he said as he took the spatula and placed the pancake onto a plate. Chloe spun around and placed her hands on her hips.

“And why would you say that?”

 Nathanaël raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You burnt your first five, then broke the next two and the other one was raw-“ “Okay! I get it! But…that one should be okay…right?” Nathanaël gazed at Chloe for a second and he froze. She was her eyes were downcast and she fidgeted. After the pancake incident that morning Chloe begged Nathanaël to teach her how to make one. Seeing her wanting to learn, made something shift in him and she looked so…vulnerable. After cleaning up the kitchen and airing the smoke out, they had changed out of their pajamas and into normal clothes.

 Nathanaël was wearing a light blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans and high tops. Chloe still had to wear Nathanaël’s clothes but she wasn’t complaining. His white shorts were a little loose but after adding a belt they were snug against her. The lemon yellow t-shirt she had on was quite long (dammit Nathanaël why did you get so tall?) so she knotted the front and it looked better already. Chloe had plaited her hair after she had taken a shower but her hair began to fall out of the plait in loose waves.

He dusted the pancake with cinnamon sugar and rolled it and served it on the table. “Here, try it and see.” Chloe sat down and hesitantly cut the pancake and raised a piece to her mouth and ate it. Nathanaël saw the way her eyes lit up and the flush of pride appear on her cheeks. “This. Is. The. Best. Pancake. In. The. Whole. WORLD!” Chloe exclaimed and offered him a piece and Nathanaël smiled. He took the fork and ate the piece. He chewed thoughtfully and looked at Chloe. “So? Do you think it’s good?” she asked.  

“I’d say with a bit more practice, you’ll be on your way to being the Pancake Lady.” Nathanaël felt a pillow hit his face. “The Pancake Lady? The Pancake Lady? What kind of girl do you take me for!” Chloe grabbed another pillow from the couch and threw it at Nathanaël. He dodged it and with a grin he ran around the table and tackled Chloe on the couch, caging her in with his body. Chloe already armed herself with another pillow and began to hit him repeatedly. “Get off-! How dare you insult me-! I’m the queen-!”

Nathanaël grabbed the pillow and ripped it form Chloe’s grasp and tossed it aside. He laughed and turned to look back at her and froze. He noticed how red her face was and how close her face was to his. They were both breathing heavily and their noses were just touching. There was a moment of silence before Nathanaël spoke. “I-I’m sorry-“ Nathanaël mumbled as he quickly sat upright. “Nath…it’s okay…” Nathanaël’s phone rang and he answered it.

“Yes? Oh, that’s good. Okay…yes, this afternoon. Alright. Thank you.” Nathanaël ended the call and turned to Chloe. “That was the repairman, he’s coming later this afternoon, so we have some time to kill.” Nathanaël looked at Chloe with his deep blue eyes and Chloe bit the inside of her cheek. I want to stay here with you and kiss you all the time. She mentally slapped herself for thinking such things. “Well, it’s a beautiful day…and it be a shame to waste it…” Chloe said looking out the window to see a sunny morning. “Look’s like that’s the best plan. C’mon.” Chloe hopped off the couch and followed him out the door.

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Chloe was never a fan of window-shopping before because she could waltz into any shop and buy whatever she wanted…but that wasn’t the case anymore, since she didn’t have any credit cards or money to afford clothes. Since then, window-shopping had become her past time and it had helped her realize how expensive products were. She and Nathanaël were in a busy street filled with people buying and selling goods from the market further down the street but there were little shops decorating the sides.

Chloe stopped at a vintage store and looked at the display. Odd frilly hats, velvet trousers and lacey breeches were scattered on the floor and the mannequins were dressed. Chloe was about to continue walking with Nathanaël when a mannequin caught her eye. It was wearing a lilac dress, which hit mid-thigh on the mannequin. The hem was slightly ruffled and had the tiniest white flowers sewn on the bodice.

“Chloe?”

Chloe snapped out trance and flushed. “Sorry, I spaced out.” Nathanaël raised an eyebrow and gave her a small smile when he noticed the dress. “It’s beautiful.” Chloe nodded and quickly walked away from the store, not wanting to be reminded of how she was just making ends meet with her salary from the restaurant. It suddenly dawned on her how long she had been with Nathanaël and how in debt she was with him.

How was she going to pay him back for everything he’s done for her?

She felt sick and breathed. Paying off money is one thing but paying a person is another. Nathanaël caught up with her and decided not to ask her about the dress. “Chloe, you okay?” “I’m fine,” she murmured. Chloe sped up her pace and Nathanaël grabbed her hand. He started to zigzag through the crowd of people. “Nathanaël! Where are we going?” Chloe demanded angrily not enjoying bumping into people and receiving glares. Chloe noticed that with every turn he made, there weren’t as many people in the road and when he finally stopped they had reached a shady and secluded area with a bench and the smell of lavender in the air. Nathanaël let go of Chloe’s hand and looked at her.

“Chloe what’s wrong?” 

“I-It’s nothing-“

“-Don’t lie to me, Chloe.”

“You don’t understand-“

“Chloe, please.”

This caused her to look at him in the eye. She saw how hurt he was that she wouldn’t tell her what was wrong after everything they’d been through. “Okay, I’m just upset that I can’t afford to buy myself the stuff I want and the fact that I’m leeching off of you doesn’t make my situation any better! And how am I supposed to repay you for everything you’ve done? All you’ve ever done has taken care of me without charge and I feel so…worthless.” Chloe gulped and feared that she would start crying. Why was she being so emotional all the time? She sniffed and shuffled her feet in Nathanaël’s flip-flops. Like his t-shirt and pants, they were big as well, but like all of her other possessions, her other shoes were in her apartment.

She took a deep breath and tilted her head so that she would meet his eyes. “Chloe…you don’t owe me anything.” Chloe opened her mouth to protest but Nathanaël held up his hand. “Please, Chloe, think of this as payment for helping me paint Rage.”

“But Rage was painted because you were angry with all the torment I gave you in high school-!”

Nathanaël placed his index finger to her lips and silenced her. “Did you just shush me?” she mumbled. “Shush,” he whispered. Chloe huffed and her body relaxed a little. “Chloe let me help you,” he said softly. Chloe felt her legs wobble and her heart begin to beat a little faster. The trees blocked out most of the sun but little pockets of light caught Nathanaël’s hair, making it seem like a coppery fire. She had no idea how close their bodies had gotten and they were almost touching. She swallowed uneasily and nodded.

“Okay…I’ll let you help me.”

Someone please continue this... this is so good, omg😍😍😍😍

AU that I haven’t been working on but Adrien is a wish-granting cat. But each  wish,  Marinette needs to give something back in equal. 

Chapter 2: Summer

 A/N: The long time coming chapter for Silver and Black Heart Attack. I hope it was worth the wait. Unfortunately the next chapter has not been started, but I did warn you all it was going to be slow coming. Thank you for being patient with me :)

Let’s fall in the summer time, Star-crossed, dancing ‘till the sunrise.  And it’s sweeter on the first try. Let go, believe and we can both fly. –Ships Have Sailed

It had been two weeks since the start of summer vacation. Two whole weeks since Marinette hopped off the back of his bike, handed over his red helmet, and returned his well wishes that he have good luck on his finals too.

Adrien no longer had the excuse of school to drive Marinette to and from her home, and it was driving him to distraction, which his other Lady seemed to pick up on.

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