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Nathalie x reader (MLB)

Fandom: Miraculous
Ship: Nathalie x reader
Oneshot/unfinished story: first two chapters of a potential story
Synopsis:
Nathalie felt like the main character in The Devil Wears Prada. Underpaid assistant to a famous designer being worked to the bone and dragged into personal matters that really shouldn't involve her. With absolutely no one to share the workload with and years of baggage from working with the Agrestes, she was growing sick and restless. Until someone new joined the household, (y/n) (l/n). Hired to be the live in cook and cleaner, you're expecting a job where you're going to be mostly alone in the house with the Agreste's busy schedules. But you find yourself wrapped up one hell of a fucked up family dynamic. At least Nathalie seems cool...

Extra notes: potential Nathalie x reader that'd centre around dating her, taking form Gabriel and adopting Adrien (lukadrien side action obvi). I do at some point want to make this a full story, but I'm not sure at this point in time how I'd expand it. So take a test draft.

Chapter 1 | the Agrestes

With how secretive Gabriel Agreste had become in later years following his wives death, you weren't expecting at all the client behind the job listing to be him. But the pay seemed good, and you got a free room out of it. So while you absolutely expected the work to be hard, a man like him wanting the house absolutely spotless, you would be stupid not to take the job.

I mean, working for a famous designer in a mansion? And you get to live there? Score.

So you showed up a day before your first proper work week as discussed, although not with Gabriel himself. But his assistant. You'd seen this woman before in the background of interviews, or holding the tablet Gabriel usually talked through to make public appearances. She was exactly the kind you'd expect to work for someone hole him.

Neat, proper, eloquent and absolutely fucking stunning. An office siren if ever you've seen one, down to the bun and glasses. But today would be your first actual interaction with her.

You showed up at the gates with your bags, buzzed the intercom to be let in and within seconds it was unlocked for you. Clearly, they'd been waiting for your arrival. The house was an imposing one, from the sheer amount of security. But you half expected that, famous people tend to get a few weird fans. Up the front steps, and knocking on the door, you heard the footsteps of high heels on the other side approach.

And as you expected, the stunning assistant was the one to answer.

"Right on time, come in mx (l/n)" she said, stepping aside to let you in.

The front room was big... and empty. Although most front rooms merely served as entryways so the lack of stuff wasn't too unusual. Although you'd expect someone this rich to gave more than just one giant painting on the wall.

"I had a feeling I'd be talking with you rather than the man himself, I've seen you lurking in the background of interviews" you commented.

"Me Agreste is in a meeting with sponsors today, but he will be expecting to meet you in person tomorrow morning" she began, before holding out a hand to shake "Nathalie"

"(Y/n)" you replied, taking her hand.

Her nails were done, the same red as the steak in her hair. Nice little touch there.

"I'll show you around once you've put your bags down, I'll show you to your room" she said.

Following her up the stairs, you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on that portrait in above them. Gabriel and his son, although something about it seemed... off? Perhaps it was the art style? You couldn't quite tell. But that did remind you, his son. Adrien Agreste, Paris' favourite 16 year old sunshine boy. Often the spokesman for his father who barely showed his face anymore. You always worried a little for the kids who've been thrust into the spotlight, since it can have some negative mental effects if not dealt with properly. But he was also a rich kid with money to burn, so you expected a polite but typical rich teenage boy.