ArcAnCiel

Title: ArcAnCiel

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Marc x Nathaniel

Characters: Marc, Nathaniel, Alix, Marinette, Adrien

AU: Youtuber AU

Word Count: 1,592

Summary: Nathaniel had gathered a team to voice his animation of youtuber ArcAnCiel’s short story “Miraculous” - and one tweet in particular catches his eye.

AN: I adore Youtuber AUs, and since its Free Space day on @nathmarcnovember ‘s prompt calendar, I decided to indulge myself. Hopefully the formatting for the tweets in the fic is easy to read, I haven’t done anything like this before ^-^ If you have any suggestions for improving the formatting, please, message me and let me know :)

Nathaniel was sure he was hyperventilating. He hadn't ever done it before, but he was sure that he was about to be dead at this point. Some people might think he was exaggerating, but it was really no joke, not to him. His eyes were still fixated on the tweet by his idol on his screen. His hands scrambled for his phone, speed-dialing a group call with Adrian, and Alix.

After A Long Night Out

Title: After A Long Night Out

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Marc x Nathaniel

Characters: Marc, Nathaniel, Alix, Marinette

Prompt: First Date, from @nathmarcnovember

Word Count: 1,284

Summary: Just because you manage to ask your crush out and manage a successful date, doesn’t mean you don’t get after-date nerves. Luckily, best friends are there for you afterward.

AN: Full disclosure, I’m not really into Miraculous Ladybug show/fandom, but I adore Marc and his design, and I find the ship very cute. So enjoy some scribblings of mine.

"God, I was so awkward," Nathaniel groaned as he leaned back in his chair in his room, a loud and irritating squeak being drawn from its spring. Air escaped his lips and he began pressing his face into his hands as Alix chuckled next to him. It was a late night for the both of them, with school tomorrow morning; Nathaniel was beyond tired after a long day but he was numb to it right now. The wind whistled loudly outside, strong enough to send leaves and papers swirling around pedestrians legs and ruffling the hair of those walking. His mind wandered back for a moment to the messy black hair of his date and he felt his cheeks flush yet again, the heat creeping over them. God, he felt like he needed to slap himself a few times to get his mind back on track.