Miraculous Oneshots

Marcanciel: Mightillustrator

A/ N: This chapter was a request by B00100806 The idea of Mightilllustrator and the sketchbook are theirs, so complete credit for that idea goes to them! However, the writing itself is mine. Again, I am so sorry it has taken me almost a year to get to writing these requests. But I am going to start working on fanfiction more because I have missed writing it, and it's fun to write fanfiction when I have writers block about my original works. I will also be on a03 soon so be sure to check that out! I am still waiting for my invite to a03, so more to come on that topic once I get my account set up! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and once again, thank you for reading and being so patient! 

Trigger Warnings for this one-shot: Cursing and implied physical/verbal abuse from parents (not described in detail, but briefly mentioned.) This story contains a bit of angst, so read at your own risk. That part was not requested by this person! I just came up with an angsty backstory for Nathaniel on my own while writing, and his brother and Marc's sister are two of my Miraculous OCS

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"Hey, you ok?"

I lift my head from off the table to see Marc looking at me with concern. We are both here about an hour early before homeroom, and Marc's eyes are wide and bright, the leavy green specks encasing me in their warmth as he puts a hand to my forehead, "You aren't getting sick, are you?"

I flush red and burrow my cheeks in my arms, "No, not sick. Just tired."

I can't see Marc, but I know he nods as he sits down across from me, "Were you up all night again?"

I nod once.

"Drawing?"

I nod again.

"Oh Nath." Marc reaches out to pat my head and I flinch slightly from the sudden touch, but I soon relax as he starts to play with my hair. If you don't think it's relaxing when a pretty boy plays with your hair, then you are lying to more than just yourself.

Marc reaches a hand back and I lift up my head slightly to see him blushing, "S-Sorry. When my little sister can't sleep, I play with her hair, so I figured you know...S-sorry! I should have asked first. I'm so sorry!"

I slightly chuckle and put his hand back on my head, "It's ok Marc, it feels nice."

I can feel my cheeks heat up at what I just said, but I ignore the feeling of embarrassment as I lean into the touch of the cute boy Infront of me, and before I know it, I fall asleep.

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"Nath, wake up."

I groan as I groggily rub my eyes from sleep, stifling a yawn. That was one of the best naps I've ever had, and I look at Marc from where he sits in seat in front of mine. I want him to play with my hair again sometime, but that feels way too embarrassing to ask, and just thinking about it causes a shield of pink to glide across my cheeks.

"Hey, you ok?"

I slowly blink and shake my head. I can feel the pink start to climb up my neck and ears, "Sorry, I'm ok. Just zoned out."

Marc chuckles and I smile slightly at the fact that I made him laugh, "That's ok, but better get focused soon! Homeroom is about to start."

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The day goes by pretty quickly, and once the final bell rings, I gather up my school supplies, stuff them into my bag, and race out the door. I'm about to turn a corner when I hear footsteps and a "Hey, wait up!"

I turn around and see Marc come to a stop in front of me. His breathing is heavy, and it takes him a moment to check his breath. I smile when I see him, and he smiles back at me.