Hello! Do you have any fic recs for lady-charinette's ML stories? I can't access FF and AO3 keeps crashing on me but I heard she's posting on tumblr but I can't find them :(( Please please I really love The beast in her home and cute suspect and I want to read them again!! Thank uuu!
Hi so sorry. I haven’t been reading and recommending fics for a while now so I am unfamiliar with the author. If anybody knows of any lady-charinette stories, please let us know in the replies.
Catch up with the first fic in the series Ways to Say I’m Sorry
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Chapter Nine-The Cake
“Oh my God, try the one with lemon curd, it’s to die for,” Chloe held her fork up to Nathaniel’s mouth. He smiled at his lovely wife to be and parted his lips. She was right, the lemon curd filling was delicious. All the cakes were delicious. Tom went above and beyond with the cake tasting.
“The last one is Italian Wedding cake,” Tom said
Nathaniel took a bite. The cake was nice and moist with a hint of almond. Very tasty, but he couldn’t bring himself to smile.
“You don’t seem impressed.” Chloe said, wiping a bit of frosting off Nathaniel’s lips.
“It’s good,” he lied. Lately, everything around him had been Italian. It reminded him of the man who followed him weeks ago. He checked in with Marinette the next day. She said the man left without ordering right after Nathaniel left the bakery. He’d been on high alert since then. Every once in awhile a the paparazzi would follow him around asking about the wedding. Oddly enough he felt safer in the public eye.
Nathaniel didn’t want to worry his bride to be. She was in such a good place now that she smoothed things over with her mother. It wasn’t the tearful reunion like in the movies, but it was a start. They agreed to weekly lunches to catch up and texted occasionally. Audrey stayed as far away from wedding planning as possible and didn’t pry about the inheritance as much.
“What’s wrong?” Chloe took Nathaniel's hand.
“Nothing,” he shook his head. “I just like the Lemon curd better. It’s your second favorite flavor.”
“After honey,” Chloe smirked. She took another bite of the Lemon curd. “You’re right it is better.”
Nathaniel kissed her hand. “Are we making a decision?”
“Lemon curd cake it is,” Chloe smiled. “Cake one of two. Our tasting at the Jewish bakery is tomorrow. I hope your aunt isn’t mad she’s not making the kosher cake.”
“Oh she’s still bringing a cake, so we need to leave room on the table for it.”
“Nathaniel!”
“What, I couldn’t say no to her, she’d be devastated.”
“So we’re going to have three cakes. Fantastic.”
“Chloe, we’re getting married in two months, don’t stress about the little things.”
Chloe gently pulled her hand away from Nathaniel’s grasp. “This is a little fast, isn’t it?”
“I would have married you in a courthouse if I had my way.”
“Yeah, but your parents would have killed you and we wouldn’t have gotten the inheritance.”
Nathaniel frowned. All the money coming their way and they still don’t talk about a prenup. He didn’t want anything from Chloe, but the world didn’t see it that way. Articles about the wedding leaked to the media. Chloe was using the budget very smartly. She splurged on dresses and tuxes for the wedding party, and two sets of meals for the reception. Her lawyers were strict about the spending, but two million was a lot to blow. Chloe kept the scale of the wedding small. She didn’t want to invite any of the unsavory figures from her past how abandoned her when she had nothing. They didn’t need that kind of negativity on the happiest day of their lives.
The “Parisian Wedding of the Century” would be small, but extravagant and Nathaniel was not putting a penny towards it. Well, except for the wedding bands. He was not going to ruin the surprise engravings he had in store.
“All right,” Chloe stood up. “I need to get upstairs for my fitting.”
“You’re not going to Agreste’s?”
She shook her head. “Marinette is insisting she do the final work away from the studio. She’s worried about leaks. The first draft of the preliminary design went up online. She scrapped the whole thing and kept everything within a small team. So much for not overworking her.”
“You know, I would marry you in a potato sack. How’s that for the ‘Parisian Wedding of the Century’?”
“I would rather eat my Jimmy Choos.”
“Didn’t you sell those?”
“Mom bought me a new pair the other day.”
Nathaniel frowned. “I haven’t seen them?”
“I’m breaking them in at home.”
Another stark reminder they still didn’t live together. Chloe held on to that apartment with her dear life. Her lease was up in a couple months and she hadn’t packed yet. She practically lived at Nathaniel place for half of the week. But they were running out of time. Merging her stuff with his was going to be a nightmare.
“Maybe I would see them more if you started moving in already.”
Nathaniel, I love you, but please don’t rush me. We have our whole lives to live together. I spent most of my life dependent on others. First it was my father, then the Dupain-Chengs. That tiny little apartment is my last piece of independence.”
“Chloe Bourgeois, you are the fiercest, most independent woman I know. Don’t you think for a second you’ll lose any of that once we tie the knot. Sure, we’ll depend on each other for a lot of things, but don’t forget who’s bringing home the bacon in this family.”
“You don’t eat bacon, and that phrase implies that I actually work for the massive fortune I’m inheriting.”
“Just that the complement.”
“Fine,” she kissed his nose. “We can start looking at penthouses after we’re married.”
“A penthouse?” He was hoping for a bigger flat or a house. A penthouse screamed luxury, he thought Chloe was behind all that.
“I really have to go,” she turned and headed around back to the stairs. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Nathaniel sighed. This conversation was far from over.
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Chloe smoothed over the soft fabric with her fingers before stepping out from behind the partition.
“Oh my God, Chloe,” Marinette cupped her hands over her face. “You look beautiful.”
“Really,” Chloe bubble with excitement inside. She’s seen the design and wore various stages of the dress for fittings, but this was the closest to the final version. Marinette moved the full length mirror closer.
The ivory fitted mermaid style dress hugged every single one of Chloe’s curves perfectly. The off the shoulder sleeves and sweetheart neckline showed just enough skin to make her husband to be drool. She traced her fingers along the delicate lace in shape of small honeycombs that must have took months to make. Marinette outdid herself.
“This is amazing.”
“How does it feel?” Marinette said.
“Like a dream.”
“That’s not a real answer.”
Chloe lifted her arms and walked around for a bit. The dress was a bit snugger than the last time she tried it on. “Maybe it’s a tad too tight around the sleeves and waist.”
“The sleeves are an easy alteration and we can take it out a bit. We don’t want the bride passing out on her wedding day.”
“Thank you, it’s perfect. When can I see the veil?”
“We’re working as fast as we can. Handmade veils as long as yours takes time. We should have it by your final fitting before the wedding.”
“Are you sure I can’t take a picture? Just to show the others. I won’t even send it to anyone.”
“No way,” Marinette shook her head. “All eyes are on you since you announce your engagement--”
“Well technically the paparazzi found me and the media
“Exactly. Designing your dress has put Agreste’s back on the map. We cannot risk the public seeing the dress before the wedding, understand? Besides, you don’t want Nathaniel seeing you the dress.”
Hook. Line. Sinker. Chloe didn’t care if all of Paris saw her in the dress before the wedding, but Nathaniel? No she wanted to see his face light up the second he saw her walking down the aisle. “Okay you win.”
“Good, now have you thought about your something old, new, borrowed and blue yet? I will tell you, blue does not go well with the accessories I’ve planned.”
“We’ll for the old, obviously I’m wearing the bee miraculous.”
“We’ll it is technically borrowed,” Marinette mumbled.
Chloe frowned, it’s been months since she made an outing as Queen Bee. Even with Gabriel in Jail, Marinette, Adrien and Alya still did patrols and fought other crimes. With all the her life moving forward, she didn’t have time to go out anymore and honestly she didn’t miss it as much as she thought she would. But she did love Pollen, and if holding on to the miraculous meant Pollen would still be her companion, she would hold onto it a little longer.
“It’s still mine for now, figure something else out for my something borrowed. My shoes are new and the garter can blue right?”
“It doesn't match…”
“No one will see it.”
“Fine,” Marinette pouted. “If anything else conflicts with your ensemble let me know. Everything has to be perfect.”
“You’re stressing out more than I am, you need to relax.”
“I will after the wedding.”
“What about the bachelorette party?”
“Okay, so I’ll be there,” Marinette zipped her lips. “You’re not getting another word out of me. Sabrina would kill me. I’ve faced hundreds of supervillains, including my father-in-law, no one scares me as much as that woman.”
“Fair enough.” Sabrina was super tight lipped about her surprise bachelorette party. She had no idea where or when it was. All she knew is that it was going to be one last wild ride before tying the knot.
“Ms. Bourgeois your phone is ringing,” Marinette’s assistant held out a Chloe’s phone and placed it in Chloe’s hand. It was Audrey, she wanted to video call. Chloe looked over at Marinette. As much as she wanted to show someone her dress, she had to respect Marinette’s wishes. Chloe declined the video call, but called her back.
“Hey Mom, I’m sorry I can’t video chat right now, what’s up?”
“Have you finished with your fitting?” Audrey asked. I wanted to see your dress.”
“Sorry, dress is top secret,” Chloe paused. “Wait when did I tell you about the fitting?” Chloe had been very careful about sharing wedding details. She would have remembered telling Audrey about the fitting.
“When I gave you the shoes, remember?” Audrey said quickly. “You joked about them not matching your wedding dress.”
“Yeah, okay.” There was no way Chloe told her the exact time of her fitting. Even so it was odd to video call out of the blue in the middle of a dressing fitting. “Is that why you called?”
“I’m just checking in,” Audrey said. “How are you doing?”
Chloe sighed, maybe she was reading too much into it.“Good, we picked out the first cake flavor at Tom and Sabine’s today before the fitting.”
“Are you free to get a manicure after you’re done?”
This was random. They never hung out more than once a week. While their relationship was in a much better place, Chloe was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. She didn’t want to deviate from the boundaries they.
“Sorry mom I’m super busy after the fitting, the wedding is in two months, you understand.”
“Of course,” Audrey said, disappointingly. “We’re still on for lunch next week?”
“I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll talk to you then, bye.” She hung up.
“You okay?” Marinette asked.
“I’m fine,” Chloe muttered. She felt a little bad about lying. But she needed to protect her feelings. Keeping her mother at an arm's length was the right thing to do.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chloé Bourgeois/Nathanaël Kurtzberg
Characters: Chloé Bourgeois, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, André Bourgeois, Sabrina Raincomprix
Additional Tags: Sequel, Fluff, Angst, chlonath, a lot’s going to happen here
Series: Part 2 of Counting the Ways
Summary:
Over a year has passed since Nathaniel and Chloe fell in love and started dating. Nathaniel thinks they are ready for the next step. However the unexpected arrival of a figure from Chloe’s past threatens their happy ending.
@everyone who reads a multichapter fic and comments on each individual chapter (rather than commenting just once at the end) so the author can see you read through to individual events with changing thoughts and reactions: i would kill a man for you.
That is so good to know. I always feel like an excited little terrier yapping around the feet of all this artistic talent, but these writers make me FEEL stuff and no one has yet told me to go away, so I just keep venting. I use these fantasy worlds as a wonderful escape from real life. They really do feel real to me! Thank you all. You’re amazing! (And I am way too talkative. Sigh.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chloé Bourgeois/Nathanaël Kurtzberg
Characters: Chloé Bourgeois, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, André Bourgeois, Sabrina Raincomprix
Additional Tags: Sequel, Fluff, Angst, chlonath, a lot's going to happen here
Series: Part 2 of Counting the Ways
Summary:
Over a year has passed since Nathaniel and Chloe fell in love and started dating. Nathaniel thinks they are ready for the next step. However the unexpected arrival of a figure from Chloe’s past threatens their happy ending.
Catch up with the first fic in the series Ways to Say I’m Sorry
Chapter [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][You are here]
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Chapter 8-The Reunion
Nathaniel worked on character designs for his comic in his office. Adding the mother as the new villain went well with his editor, but he felt a little guilty using his future mother in law as the model. He changed her design slightly to distinguish the two, but anyone who knew him would know where he got the inspiration. He had a lot of explaining to do before the character debuts. He could see the headline now: “Future husband of Heiress Pokes Fun of the In-Laws.”
He checked his phone for messages from Chloe. Since he left her alone with the box last night, he’d been worried sick. But this was something she wanted to face on her own. She needed to understand the past to better her future relationship with her mother.
“Time for coffee,” Nathaniel shut his computer.
Chloe had a shift at the bakery at this time, however he doubted she’d actually be there. She called out yesterday, so it was likely some was covering for her again today. He had to go check, either way he wanted something sweet from the bakery.
He gathered his things and walked to the bakery. It was less busy in the afternoon. Marinette was assisting a customer when she spotted Nathaniel standing in line. She frowned for a half a second before, plastering back on her customer service face as she handed over a box of pastries.
Nathaniel stepped up to the counter. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, just worried about Chloe,” Marinette signed. “This is the second day in the row she called out. Ever since her mom…”
“I know.”
“Bourgeois family drama, right?”
“Right,” Nathaniel chuckled weakly. Andre was right, it was his drama now. He’d have to get used to it.
“The usual?”
“Of course.” He fished out a few Euros and handed them to her.
Marinette started making his drink. “By the way, even though I’m insanely busy with the the relaunch, if Chloe wants me to design her wedding dress let me know.”
“We talked about that the other day. Sorry so much has happened.”
“No worries. To be honest I’ve been waiting for her to ask me for months. I just assumed she was too proud to ask.”
“Not it’s not that,” he said. “She knows things have been insane after the wedding. If we didn’t have the wedding budget, we might have asked for the favor.”
“I feel like there’s an insult in there somewhere.”
“No...I don’t think… what I’m trying to say is now that we can afford something without the massive discount you would have given us, we didn’t want to add anything to your plate.”
“It’s okay. Now that you can afford it I can charge you full price.” Marinette placed her hand on the counter and leaned in. “Truth be told, we need the publicity. Designing the dress for the wedding of the century would boost sales and get the company in the black.”
“Is it that bad?”
The bell on the front door jingled. Nathaniel glanced behind him the only customer in line was a man in a green tracksuit.
“I’ll be just a minute,” Marinette said.
“Take your time,” the man said in a thick Italian accent. He bent down an looked a the pastries displayed.
Marinette packed up Nathaniel's order and handed it to him. “As I was saying, it’s pretty bad. For starters the founder of the company was a supervillain who terrorized the city for nearly five year The marketing team thinks it will be hard to bounce back from, especially since we’re renaming the company Agreste’s. It’s like the name is tainted. Adrien wanted to keep the family name. He invested a lot of money into this rebranding because didn’t want his father’s employee’s to suffer. I won’t let it fail.”
“And you won’t. I’ll talk to Chloe once this thing with her mom blows over.”
“Thank you.”
Nathaniel took is coffee and pastries and walked out of the bakery. He didn’t plan on staying to work. He had an office for that now. The only times he sketched in the bakery was when Chloe was working.
Nathaniel nearly tripped on his shoelaces and a little coffee spilled on shit. “Crap.” He stopped to tie his shoe, out of the corner of his eye, the man in a green tracksuit stood close by looking in a shop window. He didn’t have a single pastry from the bakery. An eerie feeling washed over Nathaniel. He stood up and glanced over his shoulder again.
The man was gone.
Chloe placed two wine glasses on the coffee table. After her mother’s performance at the engagement party, maybe wine wasn’t a good idea. No, she was going to need a glass or two if she wanted to get through this conversation.
Audrey was already fifteen minutes late, Chloe was about to call her when she heard a knock at her door. Strange, she never heard the buzzer.
“Here we go,” Chloe muttered as she opened the door.
“I’ve been standing outside for five minutes waiting for your doorman to let me in.” Audrey stood in the doorway. She wore a white pantsuit, black hat and round dark sunglasses. The only color she had here her bright red lips. She dressed way too high fashion for a chat with her daughter in her small apartment.
“I don’t have a doorman.”
“Than who was the small man who opened the door for me.”
“Probably a neighbor?”
“Oh,” Audrey took off her sunglasses. “Are you going to let me in?”
“Of course. Have a seat.” She gestured to the couch.
Audrey’s face contorted into a mixture of disgust and confusion as she surveyed the apartment. For a half a second, Chloe felt embarrassed, but she quickly shut it down. Why would she be embarrassed about an apartment she pays for herself? That deep down urge to please her mother bubbled to the surface and she did not like it at all.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I’ll have a vodka tonic on the rocks.”
“I have wine.”
“What year?”
Chloe grabbed the bottle off the counter and glanced at the label. “2017.”
“That will do,” Audrey said through her fake smile. Lord forbid the great Audrey Bourgeois drank a wine from this decade. Chloe poured he mother a glass and watched her mother take a sip of the cheap wine. “Thank you.” Audrey placed her glass on the table, clearly displeased.
Chloe took a big gulp of her own wine before starting. “So I got your cards. Daddy kept them in a box all these years. Thank you for the money.”
“Consider it an early wedding present.”
Chloe couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. Either way, she had to push on. “Listen, I’m not going to pretend that seeing those cards will magically fix whatever is broken between us. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t give you a second chance. You insulted my fiance and embarrassed me in front of my friends, twice.” She paused to let it sink in for a moment before continuing. “But I can’t ignore the fact that Daddy kept you from me and that you in some strange way are trying to reconnect. All I can say is, if you are going to be around, this might be the only opportunity I have to really get to know you and decide for myself if I want you back in my life.”
Audrey smiled. “I’m glad you came around.”
“Where have you been, mom?”
“America mostly,” she started. “I worked with a few fashion magazines and build a reputations. I moved to Italy a five years ago and started my own magazine. Investors said I was crazy, because print was practically dead, but I didn’t listen. That little venture failed…” her voice trailed off. “After that I started traveling around Europe before I came back here.”
Chloe nodded politely. Audrey wouldn’t have accomplished so many things if she had stayed with Andre. It pained her to know her mother’s life was better without her.
“I would have taken you to America if I could,” Audrey said as if she read her mind.
“But you couldn’t be a fashion mogul with a toddler attached to your legs.” Chloe said. “Let’s not talk about the past.”
“All right, tell me about Nathaniel. What’s so special about him?”
“He was there for me when I was at my lowest. He saw the good in me when no one else would and helped me become the best version of myself. He’s a little shy, but so funny. And his art…” A smile formed on her lips. “He has a beautiful soul and when I think it’s impossible to love him more, he surprises me every day.”
“Wow.”
“I’m scared mom,” She confessed. “I know how to be a good wife.”
“You’re asking the wrong person, but I can tell from the few times we met that he loves you fiercely. I only wish I had a love like that in my life.”
“Did you ever love Daddy?”
“When we were young, yes, but people change. Sometimes the timing is wrong. He wanted to grow up and I didn’t. Some marriages just don’t workout.” Audrey took another sip of wine. “Chloe this is absolutely terrible.”
“It’s what I can afford right now.”
“What about the wedding money?”
Chloe tensed. She knew it was a matter of time before that topic came up. “The lawyers are keeping track of the receipts. Every dimes has to go to the ceremony.”
“Oh,” she frowned. “No matter. The wedding is soon enough. You’ll be back in the lap of luxury before you know it.”
“I like my apartment. It’s the first place I paid for with my own money. My lease will be up before the wedding, so I’ll have to figure that out eventually. Nathaniel and I haven’t really talked about where we’re living after the wedding. There are a lot of thing we haven’t talked about. I might be putting off school now, so I can pay for tuition with the inheritance.”
“School?”
“I’m didn’t finish university. I want to go back to get a degree in business.”
Audrey laughed. “You don’t need a degree to do business if you’re rich.”
“I do if I want to do well.”
“I guess you didn’t learn that lesson from your father.”
“Sabine actually. She became a pseudo-mentor when I was living with her and Tom. Why does she hate you?”
“That’s a story for another time,” Audrey checked her watch. “I should get going. I have a hair appointment in twenty minutes.”
“Okay, yeah.”
“I can see myself out.” Audrey walked to the door and opened it. “If you want to do this again, just call. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chloe slumped back down on the couch. Her first attempt to reconnect with her mother went better than she anticipated. It wasn’t perfect, but they weren’t trying to force anything. This could work. As long as there weren’t any more surprises.
But given Audrey’s track record, it was only a matter of time before she found a new way to disappoint Chloe.
Sorry for the low resolution pic, but it’s one in the morning where I am and I finally finished. As you can see I struggled all month, that’s why there hasn’t been as many post this year, but I finally caught up on those last three days!
No Fairy Tale Ending is another original work. it’s the only project on the list that is complete (except I’ve been revising for 2 years and doing final edits now before submitting to agents. Fun face I hate the title.). It’s about a princess who joins a group of warrior princess assassins to literally overthrow the patriarchy. I love this book with all my heart and I really hope to get it published one day.
Snippet:
“Princess Cordelia?” My princegently tapped my shoulder.
My eyes fluttered open to see theface of my one true love...
Meh.
He wasn’t too unattractive, just sweaty and wet. His black hair fell in hisemerald green eyes and dripped water down my face. I tried not to show mydiscomfort as the droplets rolled down onto my neck. His nose was crooked, andhis teeth were far too big for his mouth, but other than that, he was okay. Hewas a prince, after all.
“My prince,” I smiled. As he leanedin closer, more drops of moat water fell down, into my mouth. I tried not togag. This was it, true love’s kiss - a sweaty, gross true love’s kiss, but myhappily-ever-after would be sealed.
Before his lips could touch mine, hecoughed. Hot blood sprayed from his mouth onto my face. Blood spilled from hismouth to my chest. He screamed. A hand reached over from behind and grabbed hisshoulder, pulled him back, and impaled his heart with a sword. My princedropped to his knees, revealing a tall, masked figure in black.
“Thanks for the rope, princess. Yourtower was a bitch to climb.”
So I’m an Intern Not a Sidekick is one of my original works. I’ve only written three chapters before moving on to the next thing, but I do want to go back to it at some point. It’s basically about this girl in a world of superheroes and villains who get an internship at a small superhero agency and it forced to be the sidekick of a infamous hero. Together they discover a evil plot the top agency in the country is involved it and try to stop it.
Snippet:
“Do you have anyfield experience?”
Chrissy face fell flat. “No,” she said quickly. “I’m stillin high school Mr. Park.”
“With the right permits anyone can fight crime,” heshrugged. “Now, for a teenager without field experience, why would you havepermits to carry firearms and concealed knives?”
“That’s not on my resume…”
“The wonderful thing about the internet, is you can findanything about anyone in minutes if you have the right clearance. Are you armedright now?”
Chrissy nodded. She never left the house without herknives. It was a precaution, Avalon City was a dangerous place, some areas morethan others. With her permit she was allowed to use them in self-defense. Theguidelines were clear, she could not intervene with a crime in progress withoutregistering as a hero. She and other unregistered citizens would be hit with ahefty fine if they violated this rule. Registered heroes would cash in on eacharrest. Saving the city came with a price tag.
There was no such thing as a Good Samaritan anymore. Noteveryone could afford becoming a hero. There were the registration fees, thespecial training fees, yearly dues and most importantly the insurance. Notevery powered citizen could afford it. Some made a living on stopping smallcrimes here and there. In this city it added up. But the heroes to look outfor, the real superheroes, took on the life threatening situations. Those werethe heroes the world saw on their television stopping supervillains and onbilliards selling whatever product they were pushing for the year. Those wereones who profited the most from their powers, and the agents who representedthem made their profit off of them.
“Disarm please.” Mr. Park said.
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