harriyanna
harriyanna
harry hook's wingman
atlanta |Β entrepreneur | instagram @harriyanna | mal bertha hate account | nathalie sancoeur apologist | she/her
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harriyanna Β· 3 hours ago
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ilysm <3
π™·πšŠπš™πš™πš’ π™±πš’πš›πšπš‘πšπšŠπš’ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ π™Όπš’πšœπšœ π™·πš˜πš˜πš” 𝚜𝚘 πšπš•πšŠπš 𝚠𝚎 πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŽ πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πšπšœ 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚎 πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚊 πšˆπ™Ύπš„ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš—πšŽπšŽπšπšŽπš πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš˜πšžβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš•πšŽπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πŸ₯² πš•πšŠπšπšŽπš•πš’. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πšŠπšžπšπš‘πšŽπš—πšπš’πšŒ πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πš•πšŽπš πšŠπš—πš’ πš˜πš—πšŽ πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πš πš’πšœπšŽ. 𝙸 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŠπš— πšŽπš‘πšŒπšŽπš™πšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš• 𝚍𝚊𝚒 ❀︎ @harriyanna πšŒπš‘πšŽπšŽπš›πšœ 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟹 ❀︎.
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harriyanna Β· 8 hours ago
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That has to be pee girl cuz who else is talks like that and expects people to believe that its you. I'm sorry she is so obsessed with you captain πŸ˜”
it has to be here. it sounds like her, i caught on to how she talk. she is obsessed with me!!
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harriyanna Β· 8 hours ago
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yall, wanna know how this fake? i don’t even type in caps anymore!!! this is some fuckery lmaoooo
Hey, this is harriyanna. Please don't post this, but I was wondering if you could maybe unfollow me? You can still interact with my blog if you want, but I just really don't want any white people following me. Thank you.
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How your ass gonna claim you are someone, but still have anon on? Also did you just send this w/o looking into the urls??? You funny
Anyways, @harriyanna I know this is clearly not you, but you should probably see this foolishness
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harriyanna Β· 9 hours ago
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Hey, this is harriyanna. Please don't post this, but I was wondering if you could maybe unfollow me? You can still interact with my blog if you want, but I just really don't want any white people following me. Thank you.
Lol fuck off you are impersonating @harriyanna that’s actually disgusting why would you do something like that? Why not show us your true identity pee pee girl?
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harriyanna Β· 10 hours ago
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i had a good talk with one of my friends today, so i decided to come back to twitter. i’ll be ok, i just know i cant talk the way i do on tumblr like i do over there lol.
follow my new twitter!Β 
https://twitter.com/harriyanna
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harriyanna Β· 13 hours ago
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YOU BITCHES ARE FUCKING WEIRD. LEAVE ME ALONE IF YOU HATE ME SO BAD.Β 
Hey, this is harriyanna. Please don't post this, but I was wondering if you could maybe unfollow me? You can still interact with my blog if you want, but I just really don't want any white people following me. Thank you.
Lol fuck off you are impersonating @harriyanna that’s actually disgusting why would you do something like that? Why not show us your true identity pee pee girl?
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harriyanna Β· 13 hours ago
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this is the shit im talking about. I AM BEGGING YALL, LEAVE ME ALONE.Β 
hello. if anyone sent you a message/anon saying it was me, it was not me. everyone that knows me knows i do not send anonymous messages. i let everyone know that it’s me when i send asks.Β 
please do not try about pretend to be me. please stop trying to ruin my reputation. please stop pulling everything out of your ass to make me look like a bad person. please know that spread of false information is illegal and you can get in big trouble and be sued.Β 
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harriyanna Β· 13 hours ago
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hello. if anyone sent you a message/anon saying it was me, it was not me. everyone that knows me knows i do not send anonymous messages. i let everyone know that it’s me when i send asks.Β 
please do not try about pretend to be me. please stop trying to ruin my reputation. please stop pulling everything out of your ass to make me look like a bad person. please know that spread of false information is illegal and you can get in big trouble and be sued.Β 
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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ok im tired as shit ill post the rest tomorrow.Β 
if anyone has been reading what i been posting and want to know what i have written up until now, ill link the wattpad link.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/284165490-i%27m-gonna-make-you-miss-me-gabenath
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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thee fashion show.
book/fanfiction: Β chapter 6 of i’m gonna make you miss me. click here for the full story.
fandom: miraculous ladybug
ship: gabenath
characters in this chapter: nathalie sancoeur, gabriel agreste, oc (eldest child of bourgeois family.)
setting: paris, france
rating: mature, profanity, subject of sex work (stripping), alcohol use.
note: story has a nonlinear plot! multiple time jumps. if the chapter begins with __ years ago, there’s a time change.
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9 years ago.
Nathalie told her only friend, Toni, everything going on with Gabriel Agreste. Toni had been suspicious of how Nathalie was able to come home so early, well early for working as a stripper. Most people who work in clubs don't usually come home till around six in the morning. Nathalie would be getting ready for bed as Toni was up getting her workout in. She just assumed that Nathalie made a lot of money in the first few hours of the club being open; so she came home when she made enough to pay rent. Toni never bothered to ask why, because she felt that it was not any of her business.
Toni was a bit concerned about the age gap between the two, but Nathalie met him as an adult, not a child. It was a bit weird, because twenty somethings and thirty somethings may both be adults, but they think differently.
Also, Toni knows Gabriel and his family. But she did not tell Nathalie this.
Now that Toni knows that Gabriel has a thing for her friend, she decided to ask her if she wanted to come to his fashion show with her. Well, his brand's fashion show. Even though Toni isn't on good terms with her rich parents, she uses her nepotism to her advantage when it comes to being an influencer. When people find out who she is the daughter of, they throw their money at her to do promotions for their merchandise. Along with the easy money and free clothing, she gets invited to all the big events that happen in Paris.
Toni doesn't go to half of the events she gets an invitation for. She didn't even think of going to this damn fashion show in the first place because she planned on flying to Los Angeles the day before to go to Zoe Kravitz's mid-summer pool party. She bought a new bikini and everything. But she cancelled, it's time to be here for Nathalie. Toni was aware of Gabriel being married, but way too many rich men cheat on their wives; so she didn't care. From the way Nathalie talked about Gabriel, she could tell that she was really into him.
Toni had four tickets for The Agreste Brand fashion. One for her, another for Nathalie. She decided to text a few of her friends from her yoga class to see who wanted to come with. Roy and Ashley, a duo who often go out to dinner with Toni, replied first. The tickets were theirs right away.
The theme for this fashion show was butterflies. Gabriel is very strict about what people show up in when it comes to his fashion show. If it looked like you didn't even try to fit the theme, you were not let inside. No excuses.
A week passed by, and the day arrived.
On the afternoon of the event, Toni got ready ahead of time so she could help fix Nathalie up. Though Nathalie had a great sense of fashion, it wasn't luxury fashion. If Nathalie showed up to the fashion show in her usual cropped grunge tees and baggy pants with chains on them, they were going to be banned.
Toni had given Nathalie her black Saint Laurent gown that was cut out around the top, exposing the cleavage of the top, inner, and under breasts. Nathalie at first wasn't too comfortable wearing revealing outfits, but since she started working in the strip club she stopped caring about who sees her tits. Along with the dress, Nathalie put a temporary purple butterfly tattoo on her chest, and painted butterfly wings on her eyes. To finish the look off, she brought out her purple stilettos. The finishing touches on Nathalie were for her hair to be done.
"Toni, I don't even think he's going to acknowledge me. I'm just a stripper," Nathalie said nervously as Toni put the butterfly clips in her hair. "Well, even if he doesn't, that will be his loss. You look too beautiful not to talk to," Toni responded. Nathalie smiled a little. As no one ever mentioned anything about her appearance when she was a teen, it was still taking her some time for her to get used to getting compliments.
Toni's driver picked the two women up, as Roy and Ashley were already in there waiting for them. Nathalie was a bit nervous to speak to them, but once she saw how comfortable Toni was, she loosened up.
They arrived at the show. The four of them were seated in the second row, behind all the big celebrities. Since Toni was an influencer, she was going to be close to the runway, but not too close because yes she is a celebrity, but if you take away the internet she doesn't exist.
It hit Nathalie in the moment she must be the most regular person in that room. But she isn't too regular, she's a stripper after all. So she guessed she fit in ok.
Twenty minutes later, everyone settled down, and Gabriel Agreste took the stage.
"Welcome everyone," he said as he stared in the crowd of people.
Gabriel was giving his speech about the new collection he had coming out in the next month. His eyes were wandering around the room to see who was all there. Half the people he knew, the other half were strangers to him. Him and Nathalie locked eyes for twenty seconds causing his cheeks to turn red. He looks away from her and to the other side of the room.
"Does he not want me here?" Nathalie thought to herself. Gabriel knows she isn't of high status, he is probably wondering how the hell she even got there.
Fuck.
The fashion show lasted about an hour. After it was over, everybody headed into the ballroom for the reception. Everyone was trying to talk to Gabriel, so Nathalie didn't even bother. Roy, Ashley, and Toni went into the crowd to dance with everyone one, as Nathalie just made her way to the bar. She ordered herself a mango bellini with lobster and pasta on the side.
Thank goodness everything here was paid for already, she knows this meal cost way more than her weekly groceries. While Nathalie didn't necessarily live a poor life because her roommate was born with the silver spoon in her mouth, she insisted that Toni not help her with her own needs. Toni still pitched in though, as she deeply cared for her. Nathalie was Toni's first true friend. The first friend she's ever had that did not want to use her for money.
As Nathalie was enjoying her dinner while listening to a podcast on her phone, someone came up to her and pulled her headphone out her ear. She was annoyed right away, until the person got close to her ear.
"Did not expect to see you here tonight."
It was Gabriel.
Nathalie turned her to him and smiled. She paused her podcast.
"Um, can, can I hug you?" she asked him nervously, as they've never touched each other around other people. "Of course Mayura," he said and pulled her into his arms, giving her a tight squeeze. Gabriel knows her real name, but he loves her nickname so much he still calls her by that. "Ah, the classic Saint Laurent dress. This is the most clothing I've seen you in, and still" Gabriel said as he grinned at her. Being a stripper really has made Nathalie adopt more risque fashion choices. "Yeah, it's my friends. She gave it to me for tonight. You know I can't afford anything like this," Nathalie said and chuckled. "One day, you will," Gabriel began, "Say Mayura, not to make you feel out of place, but how did you get here? How did you find out about this event?"
"I'm friends with Andre and Audrey Bourgeois's oldest daughter," Nathalie said and fixed her dress that got slightly out of place from the hug. Gabriel did not expect that answer. He was the first person Nathalie told this to, as she didn't think it was a big deal to be friends with someone whose dad owns a gigantic hotel and whose mother is director of a popular magazine. "The Bourgeois family, they sure are something. My son is friends with one of their other kids, so they're in my ear all the time," Gabriel said and rolled his eyes.
Gabriel pulled up a chair and took a seat next to Nathalie, which confused her. "Um, aren't you afraid that people will suspect something?" Nathalie question. "Oh don't worry about that. You know I'm a very powerful man. What happens here, stays here. Besides, everyone's too drunk right now to remember much of anything," Gabriel answered.
"Emilie isn't going to be back for another two months. But that's alright. I really enjoy you, Mayura."
"Mayura, I really think you should consider the agency I referred you to. I'd love for you to be included in my fashion shows one day."
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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murder by alec.
book/fanfiction: Β chapter 5 of i’m gonna make you miss me. click here for the full story.
fandom: miraculous ladybug
ship: gabenath
characters in this chapter: nathalie sancoeur, gabriel agreste, emilie agreste,Β alec cataldi,Β nadja chamack.
setting: paris, france
rating: mature, for homicide, profanity, alcohol use.
note: story has a nonlinear plot! multiple time jumps. if the chapter begins with __ years ago, there’s a time change.
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Seven and a half years ago.
One of the craziest days in Paris. There were a bunch of online articles going around, but no one believed them. Because no one wanted to believe them. None of this can be true. None of this made sense. How could this be?
Nathalie sat in the living room with her three model roommates waiting for the news to start. Just like everyone else in The City Of Light, they weren't going to believe it until it was said officially by TVi, the only news network the citizens of the big city trusted.
The news was starting, finally.
Nadja Chamack's face gave it away before she even spoke. It was true. Nadja took a deep breath before she began to speak.
"Emilie Agreste has been murdered by Alec Cataldi. She was thirty-three years old."
Everyone knew that Alec and Nadja were best friends. For her to confirm that it really was him who killed Emilie, proved that it was legit.
Fuck.
This didn't make any sense. Well, it actually kind of did. Everyone knew Alec was a dickhead. From his job shaming, to mocking people who had different interests than him, all he did was talk shit. But no one ever thought he would kill someone.
Emilie was not too fond of Nathalie. She had met her many times before at fashion shows and photoshoots, when Nathalie was modeling for The Agreste Brand. Emilie had come up to Nathalie afterward to compliment her on her beauty when she first met her, as if she were trying to hit on her. Everyone knew Emilie and Gabriel were both openly bisexual, as The Gay Times did an entire special issue for the both of them. So this didn't surprise Nathalie at all, but she just wasn't attracted to women. Or anyone that wasn't Gabriel. Gabriel was all she wanted.
Nathalie didn't seem to have an issue with Emilie's behavior towards her, until she changed. Out of nowhere, Emilie Agreste became the biggest bitch to Nathalie Sancoeur.
At first Nathalie thought she was overreacting, but she quickly changed her perspective when it was extremely noticeable that Emilie went out of her way to be kind to all of The Agreste Brand's models except for her. Done it the pettiest ways possible. She bought gift baskets for all the models. Nothing for Nathalie. Emilie paid for all the model's dinner. Nathalie had to pay for her own. The models had an all expense paid trip to Hawaii. Nathalie didn't even bother to try and go.
Jokes on her. When they all went to Hawaii, Gabriel invited Nathalie over to spend time with him; with Adrien out of the house of course.
Nathalie got so sick of Emilie's bullshit that she decided to stop Modeling for The Agreste Brand for good. As much as she loved Gabriel, she couldn't work for him anymore. His wife was just too cruel to her and it was driving her to insanity. Emilie's cruel actions towards her rubbed off on everyone else, not just the models, but the hairstylists, makeup artists, seamstresses, and photographers. Nathalie called her agent and confessed that she did not want to model for them anymore.
Turns out, Gabriel didn't want to share Nathalie with anyone. Not even his own wife.
Emilie hated that. She always got what she wanted, as Gabriel spoiled the hell out of her. But Nathalie was someone he wanted for himself. The one time he told Emilie no and she acted like a brat because of that.
Gabriel confessed to Emilie that he and Nathalie never slept together. Well, aside from kissing and occasionally putting their hands in each other's pants. Knowing that Gabriel wasn't fucking her and that he actual liked Nathalie, frustrated Emilie.
Emilie prohibited Gabriel from seeing Nathalie ever again. Which lead to Gabriel purchasing a second phone. A phone just so he could talk to Nathalie as much as he pleased. Just because they couldn't see each other face to face, did not mean they could connect to each other digitally.
Nathalie was always Gabriel's dirty little secret, but it was more secretive than ever.
As the young women all cried in the living room over the death of Emilie Agreste, Nathalie pulled out her phone to text Gabriel. She assumed that he would not reply; his wife is dead, the last thing he probably wants to do is talk to anyone.
She has not seen this man in a year. last time she text him, was two months ago.
"Hey, just checking on you. I'm here if you need anything."
Nathalie put her phone back in her pocket and went to her room for some peace and quiet. Nathalie did not know what to feel. Sure, it was sad that Emilie was killed by a c-list celebrity, but Emilie was not nice to her. She wanted to comfort her roommates, but she could not bring herself to do so for a woman who went out of her way to make her feel like shit. Nathalie just laid in her bed in silence. Everything on the internet was about Gabriel, Emilie, Alec, and Nadja; she stayed off her phone and didn't bother to touch her computer.
Then she felt a buzz on her leg.
It was her phone vibrating.
Nathalie sat up, pulled her phone out, surprised to see the message was from Gabriel.
"If you could, come to me. Please."
Nathalie was not exactly surprised, because she was aware of how down bad this man was for her, but you just found out your wife is dead. How down bad can you really be?
Remember Nathalie, she was mean to you. It doesn't matter. Go see him.
"Where do you want to meet?"
"I'll send someone to get you. Send me your address, and be ready in an hour."
Nathalie sent him her location, and jumped in the shower as quickly as she could to make sure she was fresh when she arrived. She brushed her teeth, put her hair in a ponytail, and threw on an oversized hoodie with shorty shorts. Cute, but don't look like you're trying.
She grabbed her belongings and left the apartment. She told her roommates she was just going to run some errands.
Nathalie waited outside for five minutes before a black limo arrived to get her. Nathalie looked up, and saw that her roommates were staring at her from their balcony.
Fuck.
Oh well. Just come up with another lie. This is none of their business.
After a twenty-five minute quiet drive, Nathalie was brought to one of the nicest mansions she had ever laid eyes on. Sure she had been to other fashion designers, and celebrities' gigantic homes, but they were all so tacky. This one was extremely beautiful.
And the inside made it even more extravagant.
The butler guided Nathalie to one of the guest rooms, as Gabriel refused to be in the room he and Emilie shared.
Nathalie knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard a very weary male voice say. It was Gabriel alright. It hurt her to hear him sound upset. The last time he sounded like that, was when he told her he was forbidden to see her.
Nathalie quietly opened the door. Gabriel looked up at her with bloodshot eyes and a tear stained face. She froze.
Gabriel noticed she would not move. So he pulled out his hand towards her, letting him know it was ok to come to him.
"Nathalie, sit on my lap please," Gabriel commanded her to do. She said nothing, but did what she was told.
"Please stay with me tonight, Nathalie."
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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captialism is so annoying.
imma be real. if i had a popular show or movie that was apart of a big major company i would not care if someone was selling fan merch of it. do what you gotta do to support yourself.
(insert major company here) you have more than enough money. you are not losing coin from people selling fan merch. you will be ok.
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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play call me by tweet.
book/fanfiction: Β chapter 4 of i’m gonna make you miss me. click here for the full story.
fandom: miraculous ladybug
ship: gabenath
characters in this chapter: nathalie sancoeur, gabriel agreste, oc (eldest child of bourgeois family.) Β 
setting: paris, france
rating: mature, profanity, subject of sex work (stripping).
note: story has a nonlinear plot! multiple time jumps. if the chapter begins with __ years ago, there’s a time change.
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For the next three weeks, every Wednesday and Friday, Gabriel would come to book a private room with Nathalie. They'd both get there at nine at night, she'd sit on his lap in lingerie, he'd slip money into her thong, as he talked to her about whatever. From his new designs, to fashion shows, collaborations with American influencers, everything and anything that had to do with his brand. He never bothered to ask Nathalie if she knew who he was, because Gabriel's arrogance has him assuming that everyone knows who he is. And she found that hilarious, but kind of attractive.
He talked about everything, but his wife and kid.
Nathalie figured out how much longer Gabriel would come to see her, by looking up how much longer Emilie would be off filming. She found out that movies take about three months to film, and that she had only been gone for about three weeks because she also looked up the production date. Even though Nathalie didn't go to university, she pretty much figured out how to be nosey on the internet on her own because of how much of the world her parents hid her from.
Looks like Emilie's husband is hers for about two more months.
Also, she looked up Gabriel Agreste to learn more about him. Well, the things he wouldn't tell her. She didn't think he was a bad person, as he was helping her pay her bills and was very gentle with her; how good could he be if he was cheating on his wife?
One Wednesday night, as Nathalie was laying on Gabriel's chest on the bright red couch in the private room, he asked her a question.
"Mayura, could you dance for me please? I'd love to see you dance again," he said to her as he rubbed her back. She sat up, looked him in the eyes and grinned. "Of course, anything for you," she said, stood up, and stretched her body for a minute. She grabbed her phone, and walked over the speaker in the room with the aux cord.
Nathalie went through her playlist and decided on Call Me by Tweet. This was one of her favorite songs to sneak and listen to when she was a teenager; she played the hell out of it when she moved out of her parents home. She always felt a sense of guilt when she listened to this song, as she still dealt with sexual repression that was forced upon her by her parents. But in this moment, it was the only song that felt right. Nathalie plugged in her phone and started the song, as Gabriel sat back in her chair.
Nathalie began her dance by putting one hand on the pole, as she walked around it to get into the groove of the music. After she was in sync with the song, she lifted her right leg, let it down quickly, put both of her hands on the pole, jumped on, climbed up, and began twirling. Every so often she'd stop spinning, do a few movements with her arms and hips, then jump back on the pole to twirl again.
What stood out to Gabriel the most when Nathalie danced is that she didn't shake her ass like the rest of the dancers did. Though she was dressed in cheap lingerie and cursed like a sailor, he got a sense of elegance from her as she took the time to learn how to pole dance instead of jiratting; which were done by the dancers who made the most money at the end of night. Because of this, they envied Nathalie, because one of the most successful fashion designers in the world, only wanted her.
Nathalie's sex appeal to Gabriel was that she was classy, not trashy.
Once the song ended, she took a bow as he clapped for her. Her face was turning red, not only from adrenaline still running from her dancing, but that she keeps turning him on. This man was simply giving money to her because he thought she was cute.
Nathalie took a seat right next to Gabriel, as he pulled her closer by her waist. With his other hand, he softly tilted her head to turn to him as he slowed got closer to her face. "You've earned this, Mayura," he said and kissed her. It took Nathalie by surprise, as she hadn't kissed anyone since she dated that guy oh so many years ago. When she snapped back into reality, she grabbed his neck, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Before they knew it, they were forcefully making out with each other.
That moment she realized she has a crush on a married man.
Fuck.
Nathalie got back to her and Toni's apartment around midnight, since Gabriel spent more time with her than usual. Toni was passed out on the couch with a bag of chips in her lap. Nathalie didn't want to wake her, so she walked as quickly as she could to her bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. As she stripped down she realized she still had the scent of Gabriel cologne that probably cost more than any piece of clothing she owned. She didn't want to wash it off.
After showering, she hopped right into bed.
The next morning, Nathalie put a double espresso in her coffee, as Toni noticed. "Rough night?" Toni asked her as she sipped her green smoothie. "Um, kinda, not really," Nathalie replied as she mixed her beverage, and then grabbed a muffin from the fridge. Toni lifted her eyebrows. "Ok, Nathalie, you put way too much espresso in that and you never eat carbs this early in the day. What's going on?"
"Toni, I think I have feelings for someone."
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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rich and frustrated gabriel.
book/fanfiction: Β chapter 3 of i’m gonna make you miss me. click here for the full story.
fandom: miraculous ladybug
ship: gabenath
characters in this chapter: nathalie sancoeur, gabriel agreste, emilie agreste.Β 
setting: paris, france
rating: mature, for, profanity, subject of sex work (stripping).
note: story has a nonlinear plot! multiple time jumps. if the chapter begins with __ years ago, there’s a time change.
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9 Years Ago.
Gabriel Agreste found his way back to the strip club early Friday afternoon.
With his wife, Emilie, being out of town filming a movie in Canada, he found himself not only lonely, but sexually frustrated. Gabriel and Emilie wouldn't directly come out and say they have an open relationship, but that's practically what it is. Emilie slept around with her costars, while Gabriel slept around with stylists, models, makeup artists trying to get their foot in the door of the luxury fashion world. Both of these wealthy individuals have had their fair share of sleeping with men and women, realizing that they do still love each other, but are just bored. They barely see each other because of how busy their careers have them.
Which lead to their agreement: you are allowed to fuck and kiss someone if we're not together. If we are together, it's only us; so our child won't assume anything.
Their son Adrien had no idea about any of this. He just saw his parents as perfect rich people with no problems.
Gabriel often went to the strip clubs to throw money on stage at the dancers, but never danced with any of them because none of them caught his eye. Not until Monday night. He never spent that much money on a stripper before, and he was ready to do it again. Only for her.
Gabriel got out of the car his bodyguard was driving him in, and headed inside with him. He asked to see the owner of the club, giving the worker two thousand euros so we would not take no for an answer. The owner quickly let him into his office to speak with him.
"Yes Monsieur Agreste, how may I help you today?" the owner asked him with joy as he's still happy about the fastest two grand he has ever made. "Yes, I was wondering if I could go ahead and ask for a private room with one of the dancers tonight. You know, before anyone else gets her," Gabriel said in a monotone manner. "Of course, which girl?" the answer questioned. "The slim tall one with the black and red hair," Gabriel answered. "Big tits or small tits?" the owner inquired. "Small," Gabriel replied right away. He wasn't a fan of plastic surgery.
"Oh, you're talking about Mayura! She comes in every Friday," the owner said. "Nice, tell her to be here at nine," Gabriel demanded. "And how long do you want her for? Also do you need the price of the room?" the owner asked him. "One hour should be enough. Also no. I'm giving her way more than the prices you have," Gabriel stated before pulling one thousand euros out of his wallet and throwing it on the desk. "That's for you to keep, don't touch anything I give her tonight," he said, stood up, and began walking to the door. "Also, tell her right now, so she'll get here on time," he finished, and exit the room before the owner could speak again.
Nine at night felt as if it took forever to come because he wanted to see her again. He changed his outfit numerous times, to make sure he left a great second impression on her. Mayura, that's a name he's never heard before, but it sure did sound as beautiful as she looked.
Gabriel sat in the room impatiently as there were still a few minutes left until nine. Fidgeting with his left hand while holding money in his right, he was anxious alright.
A minute later, she entered. She has hair down in soft curls, with a matching light pink bra and thong set, clear heels, and a white feathered robe to cover her up a bit.
"Mayura," he said softly as she walked over to him. "Would you like me to take my robe off?" she asked him. "Only if you want to," he said, which lead her to taking it off anyway because when she takes her robe off, she gets paid more. Mayura was all about her money.
She took a seat facing forward on his lap, and put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as he held on to her waist to help her, all while giving each other direct eye contact. "So what brings you in tonight?" she asked him as she took one of her hands off his shoulder to rub his thigh.
"I wanted to talk to you some more," he began as he slid ten thousand euros in her g-string. "What does Mayura mean anyway?"
"It means peacock, not anything special," she uttered as she began to feel him grow hard underneath her. Damn, it hasn't even been two minutes and he's already got a boner? This man must really be interested in her. "And why did you choose that name?" he questioned. "I think peacocks are pretty. They are my favorite animals to look at when I got to the zoo," she replied.
No man has ever asked her about her name, nor have they given her as many compliments as he had. Usually if Mayura gets a private room she'd deal with men who didn't want to talk. They just got the space to feel on her breasts and have her bounce on top on them; as if they were dry fucking. She hated it, but she wanted the money, so she put up with it. Her last private room she had was with Gabriel earlier in the week, and it was the only one she enjoyed.
"That card I gave you the other night, you should take a look into that," Gabriel said before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "And why is that so?" she questioned him, as her face turned red from blushing after he smooched her. "I've told you this numerous times already. "You're gorgeous. But also, you're tall, and slender. The modeling world will love you," he replied. "Um, I don't know, modeling has never been my thing," as she played with the collar on his shirt. "Most people who get into it are like that. No interest whatsoever, then they get scouted, and boom. You're in. It's not much different from what you're doing now. But you'll be in a way safer environment.
"Tell me more about this modeling shit, sir."
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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sorry i got caught up with something today. i’ll try to add the rest tonight since i already have the template create so it’s easier for me to add now.
since i deleted my ao3 account (and idk if i wanna go back) i am gonna put my gabenath fic here after i get some rest
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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Hey captain! I hope this isn't a silly question to ask, I placed an order on your website and tried to put a $15 tip and the limit was $10.72 D: Is there a reason for that?
hi! um, i honestly have noooo idea. it might be because it’s not letting you tip more than what you’re paying for???
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harriyanna Β· a day ago
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i think of bring it on all or nothing when i play this.
Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For?
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