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Modern Day Bonnie and Clyde - Chapter One

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„Miss Shadowhill, are you even keeping attention?“, the voice of my mentor, Dr. Lenning, sounded off from my Laptop. It made me jump.

„I'm sorry, Dr. Lenning“, I apologised to him, „I haven't slept much the last few days and I'm really lacking in concentration because of that.“

„Yeah, I can see that“, he chided me, „Do you want to talk about it?“

To talk about it? Nothing more than that, but I couldn't. He gave me his trust and I really don't want to betray him.

„Thank you very much for the offer“, I thanked him, „But I think this would be in the way of our student-mentor relationship“

„Well, alrigth, but if you should change your mind, you know how to reach me.“

I nod to that. I knew he just meant well, after all I knew the 'little helper syndrom', which many psychologists and psychotherapists had from myself. Maybe it was exactly this, what brought me in  my current situation.

„Then we will meet again next week“, he told me, „Oh and remember that you need to pick a topic for your thesis soon.“

I startled when I saw the date on the bottom right corner of my Desktop and realised, that I really didn't have much time left to decide; but I gave my best to not show it in front of Dr. Lenning.

We said our goodbyes, I closed my Laptop and fell back into my office chair, very exhausted. In just a few month, I had to send in my doctoral thesis, if I want to have my doctoral degree in psychology ; but I couldn't concentrate for the sake of god.

The reason was, as I already told my mentor, that I haven't slept much the last few days and if I was able to sleep in, I woke up just after two to three hours.

But why I had such troubles sleeping? Well, it was easy to explain: I was really worried.

Worried about Jake.

A few days prior, I received his last message, after Lilly and I solved his puzzle. In it, he revealed two things to me: That he was Hannahs and Lillys half-brother and that he had to go into hiding, because his persecutors were closer to him as ever before.

To be honest, the first thing really didn't surprised me much. I already could imagine that he had to have some kind of connection to Hannah and I was pretty sure that he wasn't her lover. If he would have been and would have done all this because of that, he wouldn't have wrote this messages to me, which always made my heart beat faster whenever I read them.

The second thing still seemed so surreal to me. He already told me some time before, that he was wanted by the government and his messages also became less after that. But he still made sure to message me at least all three days, even if he just told me he was OK.

But this wasn't the case now, so I was completely uncertain if he was alright and safe. I was really worried that they caught him and would do terrible things to him. I already accompanied Dr. Lenning many times to appointments with his clients in prison and saw what it did to them. This people could be the hardest and most ruthless people you have ever seen, but the prison had broke anybody of them.

I took a deep breath, so I could sort my thoughts. At least there was one spark of hope, which kept me from going nuts. This spark of hope was #iamjake.

It was Lillys idea. With this Hashtag, under which many people already made a post, Jakes persecutors should have a harder time to find him, but we didn't know if it works.

Somehow I had to distract myself from this negativ thoughts, even if it was just for a moment. I schwung myself on my feet and walked around my desk towards my bed on the other site of the room. On top of it lay my cloth for the night: A long negligee out of vinous satin and a dressing gown of the same kind of fabric in black.

I peeled myself out of my cloth and when I said peeled, I really meant so. I loved Lolita-Fashion in dark colors, my whole closet was full of it. I thought it was really stylish, but putting an outfit on, or in this case off, was pretty complicated. First I got rid of my jewelery: My earings, the long necklace, my rings and the artifical rose, which rested in my hair. After that, my dress fell to the ground, which was colored in black and violett and was also made of satin. I picked it up and threw it on my bed, before I also got rid of my black tights.

Last but not least, there was still my corset. I didn't tie it as tight as this ladys from past times, nonetheless it was a good feeling to be out of it after a long day.

I will put the dress to the laundry later. Now, I loosened my hair, which was tied up into a bun. My brown locks fell over my shoulders and stopped at the middle of my back. Slowly, I felt the tension disappering from my scalp.

I slipped into my negligee and into my dressing gown. Now that I was dressed into something more comfortable, I would go into the kitchen, get myself a glas of whine and would read a good book, while sitting in front of my chimney. I knew that drinking never solved any problems, but it should be ok if I have just one glas.

So, I left my bedroom and walked through the long corridor towards the stairs. My house was an old manor house out of the 19th century. Upstairs was my bedroom, my bathroom and a lounge. Downstairs were the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, two other bathrooms and the corridor towards my employees appartments.

Now somebody could ask how a woman in her twenties, who's giving psychological guidance sometimes while she is writing her doctoral thesis, could affort this. To be honest, I couldn't under normal circumstances, but that is another story.

I quickly walked down the stairs. Dimmed lights were burning in the entrance hall, so people could still see, if they need to walk through at night. The big grandfather-clock showed that it was a few minutes after midnight, everyone else was probably already asleep.

I reached the end of the stairs and navigated towards the kitchen, when suddenly the lights on the patio lighted up. They worked by a motion detector, which meant that somebody was in front of the door. Was somebody still outside after all?

My question was negated, when the person knocked on the door just a few seconds later.

All of my employees had a key for this house and if somebody should have forgotten it, they mostly called for someone to let them in. That meant there was somebody else in front of the door, but what did a stranger want in the middle of the night?

Carefully, so my silhouette wouldn't show through the windows in the door, I walked towards a commode which stood next to the stairs. I oppened the drawer and grobed in it, until I had what I was looking for. It was a already loaded revolver.

It may sound a little crazy, but since I was involved in Hannahs case and received threats by the Man without a face, I became a little paranoid. Sure, I lived a long distance away from Duskwood, but you couldn't be carefull enough. Besides, with my 5' 1'' body height, I definitely couldn't beat someone in close combat.

They knocked again.

I slowly walked towards the door, lay my hand on the iron handle and opened the door for a little gap, to see who was standing there. I held the revolver behind my back while doing this.

In front of the door was a man, who was a whole had taller than me. His hood was hiding his face and he was drenched by the rain, which was falling the whole evening allready.

„Please excuse the late disturbance“, he said; his voice was deep but also gentle, „My car broke down at the street and I don't have any tools with me, would you have some I could borrow?“

At least he was polite, but that doesn't have to mean anything.

„I sure have some tools here“, I said, „But you could also call the breakdown service from here, if you want.“

„I... am uninsured, so I'd rather look after the car myself“

It was suspicous that he had to think about his sentence at the beginning, but what a human being would I be, if I would send him away now?

Damn to my helper-syndrom!

„Come in for now, I will look for the tools.“

I opened the door completely to let him in, but he hesitated.

„You don't have to let me in, I don't want to be any trouble to you“, he said.

That was odd. If he would have bad intentions, he would have get in without hesitation, won't he?

„You will catch your death, if you stay outside in this drenched cloth“, I said while tugging on the fringe of his sleeve, so he would move.

He eventually gave in and walked into the entrance hall. Under the pretext that I wanted to close the door, I stepped behind him and quickly hid the revolver in an inside pocket of my bathrobe, which I let one of my housekeepers sew in a while ago.

„I'm getting you a towel, so you can dry yourself a bit, then I'm looking for tools.“

With this words, I walked in the direction of my employees apartments, where one of the other bathrooms were located.

Odd enough, I came down here to let loose of some thoughts, but now many more where forming in my head.

I just let a completely stranger in my house!

Some people could say a soon to be doctor should be more intellegient than that...

Well, now it's to late to do anything about it, so I opened up the drawer of the white commode, which stood under the lavatory, and pulled out a towel, before heading back to the entrance hall.

The man was currently browsing around the hall, when I came back.

„You have a really nice place here“, he said.

I thanked him for the compliment and gave him the towel.

After he took the textile from me, he finally took of his hood and I was able to see his face. He had dark blue eyes and lightly sharp jawline. But what was the most eye-catching about his looks, were his tousled raven hair.

When I looked at him, a sudden thought arised in my head. This description would be kind of fitting for...

No... that couldn't be.

It would be too much of a coincidence.

Or wouldn't it?

„...Jake?“, a whisper escaped my mouth.

Directly after realising what I just said, I slammed my hand in front of my mouth. Damn it, did I really just said this out loud?

I looked into the mans face and... was I just imagine things, or did he look shocked?

„How do you know my...“, he wanted to ask, but paused midsentence; just as if he realised something, „Wait... Aurelia?“

#duskwood everbyte #Jake x MC #Jake x OC #duskwood Jake #duskwood

[shiniyi-writes]

Me: oh that’s such a good fic idea! I totally have to write this!

Also me:

[shiniyi-writes]

One problem when you aren't a native english speaker

I'm always writing the chapters first on my native language and then translate it into english and on some days it's really easy, but somedays my brain is like: english.exe has stopped working...

#writers on tumblr #non native english speaker #it's really annoying

[shiniyi-writes]

Don't make yourself down. Personally, I think you're writing is really good and I really enjoy reading it. Sure, there are people who think otherwise, but just think that you can't make it fit for everybody, that's impossible.

And for those who will get mean because they don't like anything, ignore them. Sure, constructiv critisism is ok and helps a writer to improve, but it's no reason for someone to get mean and you shouldn't waste a thought about those people and concentrate on those who are willed to help you with their critic. Mean people just don't have anything better to do and don't really think about if they could hurt anybody with their comment and the fact that they are anonym in the internet is making them more shameless.

I really can understand you that it sometimes can be difficult to hang on to a story, because private life is keeping you busy or you just lack in inspiration. But keep in mind that writing is your hobby and not your profession, when you don't feel to continue a story it's ok, even if some people are sad about it. Otherwise you will stress yourself.

I hope 2019 will get better for you and that you won't get stressed about mean people. And if you need someone to talk to, please know that I'm willed to listen to you and I'm sure I'm not the only one out here.

hiiiiiii. so uh, I figured I’d make a post? about my writing and stuff?? so here goes.

(this is gonna be kinda long and I can’t put it under a read more cuz,, tumblr mobile aha so uh,, feel free to just skip right past this aa srry ;;)

this probably isn’t important to a lot of people, but I just wanted y'all to know, so here we are sjdhsjdbdh so the thing I wanna talk about is my writing I guess?? if you know me, you probably know that I write stuff on ao3 etc etc.

you also probably know that I suck at committing to anything and rarely finish things.

one thing that’s been on my mind a lot is my series, Think Fast. if you followed me way back in 2017 akdhsjdh,, you probably know of Think Fast, Act Faster and how it was,, kinda a big deal for me back then?? Like,, it was my main fic and I put so much time and effort into it.

and, let’s be real, it was a big vent fic. Things weren’t so great back then and it helped me cope?? and then,, seeing all the comments on it helped, too. it was important to me, knowing that people were enjoying reading as much as I needed to write it. That made it even more worthwhile, I guess.

But the feedback started turning,, less nice?? Not negative exactly, but I felt like people cared less and less about how important the story was for me, and more about the quality or storyline or whatever.

looking back, that whole series is sloppy. My writing is bad, it’s barely edited, there isn’t much of a plot - but that didn’t matter to me. I wrote it because I needed an outlet, something to help me cope - and it helped me.

but it felt like people were starting to get,, annoyed(?) with where the story was going. and suddenly writing it wasn’t so worthwhile.

plus, I was recovering, I was getting better - and writing something so heavy was dragging me down. So I stopped. I didn’t update. Dang, I wanted to get it finished by June last year. That didn’t work out.

I want to finish it. It’s on my mind, it’s weighing me down. and half of my mind is telling me just to do it. That way I can put it behind me. But the other half is telling me to delete it and have nothing more to do with it, because it’s a worthless piece of shit writing that nobody needs.

(I’m not going to delete it, I don’t think.)

I want to finish it. It hurts, knowing that probably nobody will read it, and it isn’t important anymore. That it isn’t important to me anymore.

But it was important to me. It kept me going. It gave me routine. Something to do, something that I had to do, something that I couldn’t just drop because people were waiting for me. It gave me something to hold onto during the literal worst year of my life. maybe even saved my life a little? idk haha

So I’m going to finish it. It’s not important anymore - but at the same time, it’s so important, and I can’t let anyone tell me otherwise. I know my writing is bad and it doesn’t mean anything to anyone besides myself, but it kept me going. And I can’t just forget about that. (I know it seems silly that something so simple could help me cope so much, but seriously - anything that works, right? Whatever it is, you have to hold onto it.)

As for my other fics, I don’t know. Writing is hard at the minute. I mean, I’m still writing, but not anything that you guys will see. Please don’t judge me too harshly; I just can’t find the motivation for it.

To those of you who do read my stuff, I’m sorry for letting you down and sorry for bringing this overdramatic negative monologue onto your dash skdjshd

if you’re reading this, well, that’s kinda a big deal too, because just typing this took a lot of courage and posting it is gonna take even more skdjskdbdjsdj

anyways, if you read this, just,, thank you?? skdjsjdj thanks for listening to my silly rambling and stuff. I just really had to get this off my chest, y'know??

so yeah. I’m gonna try and finish this stupid series. even if it takes all year.

and when I do, if anyone actually decides to read the whole thing, well,, I’d super appreciate that.

maybe it could help you understand me a little better, idk. maybe it can help you in the same way that it helped me.

[shiniyi-writes]

Good evening Guys ~

Welcome to my story for @nathmarcnovember Day 18.

I had really much fun writing this and hope you also will have fun reading this :3

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

NathMarc November Day 17: Morning

Good evening everyone ~

We have five minutes before midnight and here I am with my story for @nathmarcnovember Day 17 and if I'm allowed to say this, it's getting really fluffy (huehuehue).

Enjoy ~

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It was raining outside. Small raindrops made their way from the sky to the ground and also to the parisian windows, were they caused soft dripping noises.

Marc was just about to wake up from it. He slowly opened his eyes, but the light dazzled him so he needed his time to get used to it.

After a few seconds, he was finally able to open it and to recognize his surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his room.

In opposite to his orange walls at home, this walls were blue. The furniture were in large part black and on the walls were many drawings of different cartoon and anime characters, but also drawings of persons he know, like Ladybug, Chat Noir, Marinette, Alix, Juleka, Rose and also a few from himself.

He was in Nathaniels room. After they worked on their comic until half past eleven yesterday, Nathaniel offered him to stay overnight.

And now they lay in Nathaniels bed. The writer laid in the artists arms and was cuddled up on his bare chest. Nathaniel always slept without a shirt on, even if Marc always gets a little sheepish when he cuddles with him like this.

Just like today. Marcs cheeks flushed when he felt his boyfriends soft skin. From the position he was laying, he could hear Nathaniels calm and even heartbeat, making his own heart beating faster.

He tried to look up to him. His face looked as calm as his heart beated. His hair felt to the side, so Marc was able to see both of his eyes.

Suddenly, Nathaniel started to blink. ‘Oh no’, Marc thought, ‘Did I wake him somehow?’

The artist yawned, before he looked down at the writer with half opened eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips, making Marc blush even more. “Morning”, he said with a still sleepish voice. “G-Good Morning”, Marc answered him, “How did you sleep?”

“Good”, Nathaniel mumbled, “But only because you laid next to me.”

Marc thought now he would pass out, if his heartbeat gets any faster. How was it possible that such a simple phrase would arouse such a reaction out of him.

“Did you had a good dream tonight?”, Nathaniel suddenly asked. “I don't know”, Marc answered quietly, “W-Why are you asking?”

Nathaniel chuckled a bit. “Because you mumbled in your sleep”, he said, “Sometimes you mumbled my name.”

When he heard that, Marcs heartbeat got so fast, he didn't even think it was possible. His face flushed out of embarrassment, it could compete against Nathaniels hair. The only reaction he could think of right know was to bury his face in the artists chest.

“How embarrassing…”, he whispered more to himself, but Nathaniel heard it. “It's not”, he said and gave Marc a peck on his head, “I think it's cute.”

Now Nathaniels heart beated faster than before, Marc could feel it and it calmed him down a bit. He looked up again, only to see that his boyfriend was blushing intensely and avoided Marcs gaze.

Marc smiled a bit, it was soothing to know that Nathaniel also got nervous around him sometimes.

Marc didn't know what to say, so he just wrapped his arms around Nathaniels shoulder.

“Nath”, he called out for him. When Nathaniel looked down, Marc pulled himself a bit up and kissed the artist.

Nathaniel replied to this kiss without a second thought. It intensified as it continued, they melted into it and enjoyed every second of it.

Because of the lack of air, they were forced to part again after some seconds, both heavy breathing.

“You know”, Marc said as he caught his breath again, “You can also be cute sometimes.”

Both grinned after Marc said this.

“Only sometimes?”, Nathaniel asked, but didn't gave Marc time to answer before he pressed his lips on his again.

This kiss was shorter than the first one, but also very intense. After they parted, Nathaniel also kissed Marcs head, forehead, cheeks and nose, making Marc laugh.

“Ok, ok", he said between the laughs, “You're always cute.”

Nathaniel smiled a victorious smile, but suddenly he had to yawn again.

“Hey Marc” Nathaniel said, “What do you think about spending the day in bed and just cuddling a bit?”

He didn't need to ask this twice. “I think that's a pretty good idea”, Marc said.

With this words, Nathaniel pulled Marc closer to him and gave him another kiss on the head. Marc tightened his grip around Nathaniels shoulder.

“I love you”, Marc said and laid his head on Nathaniels shoulder, making him smile. “I love you, too”, was his answer.

And so, Nathaniel and Marc spend the whole day in bed, just cuddling and enjoying each others presence.

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

NathMarc November Day 16: Baking

Hello guys ~

Since I was to uninspired to write yesterday, I took a break.

But today I'm back with my story for @nathmarcnovember Day 16

Enjoy ~

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It was Saturday. Marc and Nathaniel just finished everything for school and the next issue of their comic and now wanted to spend some quality time as a couple.

For that reason, they wanted to watch some Episodes of ‘Voltron’ together. Marc told Nathaniel that he never heard about this show before, what left Nathaniel speechless. How could someone never heard about it? The show was funny, exciting and also has its dramatic moments, what would you wish for more?

Nathaniel decided to do something about his boyfriends ignorance, so he was in Marcs room and set everything for them to watch.

But what would a show marathon be without snacks? Right, that would be unacceptable, so Marc was in the kitchen to look if they got something here.

Suddenly, a knock drew Nathaniels attention to the door, where a disappointed looking Marc stood. “Bad news”, he told him, “We have nothing to snack in this household.”

“What?”, Nathaniel asked, “Are you sure?” Marc nodded. “I looked through every cupboard we have, but to no avail.”

Now Nathaniel was disappointed. He wanted to have a snack so badly after this long work.

“But I have an idea”, Marc suddenly said, “I found some ingredients for Cookies, how about we make some before watching this show?”

“Do you even know how this works?”, Nathaniel asked sceptical, because he never saw Marc baking before. “Of course”, Marc confirmed, “Me and my sister always baked together when we were younger.”

“When you were younger? How many years passed since then?”, Nath asked, now really concerned.

“Oh come on, Nath”, Marc said, “It's like riding a bike, once you learned it you will never forget it again.”

Marc walked towards Nathaniel, grabbed his wrist and pulled it lightly. Nathaniel sighed, this action was to cute for him to resist.

“Allright”, he said, making Marc smile, “But if we set the kitchen on fire, I will tell your mother it was your idea.”

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“Marc”, Nathaniel called for his boyfriend, who was preheating the oven, “I'm not an expert, but I think this dough is to liquid for cookies.”

Marc walked towards Nathaniel and looked into the bowl. They were following a recipe from the internet, but somehow they must have done something wrong. It was just to liquid, you couldn't form any cookies out of it.

“I guess your right”, Marc said while looking at his phone and scrolling down the recipe. He read every sentence, so they would know what they have done wrong.

“Here”, he said, “The recipe said it can happen that the dough gets a bit liquid, but that we can pour some flour in it to make it better.”

Without waiting for Nathaniels answer, Marc grabbed the flour and poured some inside. “Marc, are you really sure this is going to work?”, Nathaniel asked again.

“Don't be this pessimistic, Nath”, Marc pouted while getting the handheld electric mixer. “I will mix this and everything will be fine, you will see.”

With this words, Marc started the mixer.

The last thing Marc saw was a white cloud, which came towards him. Nathaniel was able to back away in the right moment.

When the cloud abrogated Marc stood there with his eyes closed. The flour landed in his hair, on his face and on his clothes. The chaos was perfect.

Nathaniel couldn't do anything but to laugh, he thought he laughed like never before. “Sorry”, Nathaniel asked between the laughs, “But your looking so ridiculous right now.”

Marc suddenly grinned, opened up his arms and walked towards Nathaniel. “Wait, what are you doing?’, Nathaniel asked while he stepped away.

“You know”, Marc started saying, “You're laughing is just so cute, it makes me want to kiss you.”

“Stay away, flour face”, he said and grabbed a spoon, which he held in front of Marc, “I have the power of god and anime on my side.”

After a second thought, it wasn't a good idea, because Marc grabbed the spoon and drag Nathaniel towards him.

This was to quick for Nathaniel to react and so Marc was pressing his lips on his. Being beaten now, Nathaniel kissed him back, or at least Marc thought he was beaten.

Not far away, just near enough for Nathaniel to reach, was the flour package. He reached out to it, not parting from Marc.

Soon, he had some of the white powder in his hand and flung it on Marcs head.

Marc startled and parted from Nathaniel. The redhead started laughing again, while his boyfriend got a serious face.

“Oh, it's on”, he said in the deepest voice he was able to and grabbed a fist full of flour to fling it on the other boy.

Soon, a flour war broke out and they both were throwing the white powder onto each other, but both of them had fun.

“You now we have to clean this before my mother comes home?”, Marc asked laughing. “I don't care”, Nathaniel said, “For now I enjoy throwing flour in your face.”

At the end, they didn't watched ‘Voltron’ and hadn't their snack, but they had the best quality time they could have ever imagined.

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

NathMarc November Day 14: Holding Hands

Hello ~

Welcome to my story for @nathmarcnovember Day 14.

Enjoy ~

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It slowly became colder in Paris and in Marcs opinion it was about time. Summer was hard this year, temperatures up to 40 degrees celcius were no exception and it was just a pain to go outside.

But now it was autumn. The temperatures went down to a pleasant 15 degrees, you just had to wear a thin jacket and you were ready to go.

That was what Marc was just doing. He put on his favorite red jacket and decided to go outside and take a walk.

When he got outside of his apartment building, the chilly air blew into his face, making him shiver a bit at first. But within a few seconds he got used to it and turned left.

His destination was the park. It just looked beautiful when the leaves were falling down, leaving the naked branches of the trees behind. Sometimes, Marc also saw children jumping into piles of leaves, laughing, having fun. It always made Marc happy to see this.

Soon, he reached the park, noticing that nearly no one was here, but it didn't disturbed him. This way he had some peace and quiet he could enjoy.

He walked through the gate and could hear the first leaves creaking under his feet. It was one of his favorite sounds, coming directly after creaking snow.

He reached the fountain and sat down. He decided to hear some music, so he put out his phone from the right jeans pocket and his headphones from the other side. He fumbled a bit with the headphones to unknot them.

After some struggle, his headphones were free from any knots and he unlocked his phone, but not before he starred on his lockscreen for a few seconds.

It showed him and his boyfriend Nathaniel, sitting in the art room of their school. One arm of the artist was laid around Marcs shoulders and they both were smiling wide.

Marc had to smile a bit right now, while he was looking on this picture. He noticed that he was at the exact same place as when their story started.

Well, it doesn't start well because Nathaniel thought him and Marinette were trying to trick him and Marc became akumatized when Nathaniel ripped his notebook apart. But after Ladybug and Chat Noir freed him from the akuma, they cleared up the misunderstanding. Nathaniel apologized to him, Marc forgave him and they became partners and worked on a comic book together.

Their partnership became to friendship, but Marc always felt more for Nathaniel. He never wanted to tell him how he felt, because he was scared it would destroy their friendship.

But somehow, Marinette found out about his crush and talked to Alix. Together they set up a date for the two, where Marc kind of confessed his feelings. Kind of, because he was to nervous to get any word out. However, Nathaniel exactly knew what he meant and confessed him that he also fell for him.

Since that day they were a couple and it was better than Marc had ever imagined. He was madly in love.

“Boo”, someone on his side said. Marc startled a bit, making the person on his side laugh. Marc would recognize this laugh out of every other one.

“Nath, don't scare me like this”, Marc said a bit laughing. Nathaniel bend down to give Marc a kiss on the forehead. “Sorry”, he said smiling and sat down next to Marc, “It was to tempting.”

“Are you also here to get some inspiration?”, Nathaniel asked the writer while taking his backpack of. “No”, Marc answered, “I just want to enjoy the nature a bit.” Nathaniel nodded while opening his backpack to get his sketchbook out.

“And you are here for inspiration?”, Marc asked his boyfriend. He nodded.

“Autumn is the best season for me to get inspired”, Nathaniel explained, “The nature always seems so peaceful after a hot summer is over and I want to put this peace into my drawings.”

Marc smiled and blushed a bit, because he thought that Nathaniel sounded kind of poetic like this. “I'm always inspired by the winter”, Marc told him.

Nathaniel now sat in a tailor-seat and were looking towards Marc, while opening his sketchbook. “Why that?”, he asked.

Marc stretched out his legs and leaned back a bit. “You know”, Marc began, “When I was younger, I got sick very often, so I wasn't able to go out for long in winter.”

Marc sighed. “Because of that, I never was able to play in the snow and it always made me sad to watch out the window and saw other kids building snowmen or having a snowball fight”, he told.

It made Nathaniel sad to hear this. He imagined how the young and sick Marc was sitting on his window, while other kids were enjoying the snow outside.

“But it also had it's good sites”, Marc continued, “One day I began to imagine how it would be to walk through the snow, to build a snowman, to throw a snowball in someones face.” Marc had to laugh a bit. “And as soon as I learned how to write, I started to write it down. So you could say my wish to experience a normal childhood was the reason I started writing.”

Nathaniel was speechless, simply speechless. Hearing his story still made him sad, even if Marc said that everything turned out fine for him.

He didn't know what to say, but he knew what to do.

When he saw Marcs hand, which laid on the edge of the fountain, he just grabbed it with his free hand, while drawing with his other one.

Marc twitched when he felt the touch of Nathaniels hand. He could feel his soft skin, warming up his cold one. He could feel his heart beating faster and he could feel his blood rushing through his veins.

He watched Nathaniel, he was concentrated on his drawings. Suddenly he erased many things before he continued, but he never let go of Marcs hand.

This was going on for a few minutes, before Nathaniel laid his pencil down.

“Done”, he said before he turned his sketchbook around to show it to Marc.

What he saw made Marc stunning. Nathaniel drew him, the park in the background was covered in snow and snowflakes were dancing around him.

“Nath”, Marc stunned, “This is… this is…” “Beautiful?”, Nathaniel said while laying his sketchbook down on Marcs lap and looked him in the eyes, “Yes it is.”

Marc blushed while he was looking in Nathaniels blue eyes. Nathaniel smiled while he intervened their fingers and slid closer to him.

Now, their shoulders were touching and suddenly the chilly atmosphere were replaced by warmth.

“When the first snow falls this winter, I will go outside with you and then we do everything you never could as a kid”, Nathaniel whispered to his boyfriend.

It made him smile. “I can't wait for it”, Marc whispered back while laying his head on Nathaniels shoulder.

They sat like this for a time which felt like an eternity. Both of them said nothing, but they didn't need to, because they could feel their racing heartbeats through their touching hands.

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

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Heyho ~

A little late today, but better late than never.

Here is my Story for @nathmarcnovember Day 13.

I hope you will like it :3

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

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NathMarc November Day 12: Magic

Heyho everyone ~

Today it's a little shorter story for @nathmarcnovember Day 12, but I hope you guys will like it anyway.

Enjoy ~

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Nathaniel and Marc were sitting in the art room, working on their comic book. It was long after class time, so everyone else already went home.

They decided to stay here, because Nathaniels parents had guests and it would be to loud at his place and Marc forgot his keys and neither his mother nor his sister were at home at the moment.

There was only one problem… they hadn't any idea how to continue. They had some ideas until now, but either Nathaniel didn't like it, or Marc didn't like it or both didn't like it. It was a vicious cycle.

Nathaniel sighed while leaning back in his chair and Marc was concentrated on the blank pages of his notebook. A fugitive view on the writer told Nathaniel that he was fighting with his tiredness, because whenever his head was nearly falling on the table he startled and tore his eyes open.

‘Okay, I have to do something’, Nathaniel thought while thinking of something. A few seconds later, he had an idea.

“Hey, Marc”, he called out to the writer, who just answered with a short ‘Hm?’ “Since we don't get any further here, do you have a coin?”

Marc looked up to the artist with a very confused look on his face. “What do you need a coin for?”, he asked while picking up his backpack to search for his wallet. “You will see”, Nathaniel just answered.

Marc found his wallet and took out an one euro coin. He gave to Nathaniel, who smiled thankful at him. “Okay”, he said, “Since you gave it to me, you are assured that this is a normal coin, right?” Nathaniel held up the coin and then knocked it on the table, making Marc even more confused. “Yes?”, he asked rhetorical.

That was when Nathaniel put the coin in his fist. “Okay”, he said again, “Now I want you to blow on my fist.” Marc was still confused, but decided to follow Nathaniels orders. He took a deep breath and then blew on the artists fist. While he was doing this, Nathaniel slowly opened it finger for finger and… the coin was gone.

“What?”, Marc asked, now amazed. “How did you-”, he said, not getting his question out before he became sceptical.

“Take off your jacket”, Marc said determinant. “Huh?”, Nathaniel asked, not expecting this reaction. “I'm sure you let the coin fall into your sleeve”, Marc said, “So if I'm wrong, take off your jacket and proof it to me.”

Nathaniel smiled and stood up. “How comes my boyfriend doesn't trust in my magic abilities?”, he asked teasingly and pulled his left arm out, then the right.

Now he stood there in his short-sleeved shirt, holding his jacket out towards Marc. He shook it, but nothing fell out.

“This cannot be”, Marc said while standing up. He walked towards Nathaniel, grabbed for the jacket and searched the inside. “There must be some pockets or anything”, Marc mumbles to himself.

After 30 seconds of searching, Marc neither find any hidden pockets nor did he find the coin. But he didn't want to give up. He approached Nathaniel and groped along his upper body to search for the coin there. Nathaniel started laughing.

“Stop it, you're tickling me”, he said laughing and grabbed for Marcs hands to make him stop. “Do you want to know where it is?” Nathaniel asked and didn't wait for Marcs answer, “Because I think you have something behind your ear.”

With this words, he grabbed behind Marcs ear and when he take it back to him… he held the coin in his hand.

Marc stood there, absolutely stunned. He didn't know how he should react, so he just clapped his hands.

“Thank you, thank you”, Nathaniel said while bowing to him, “Aaand for my next trick… I need my jacket back.”

Marc laughed at Nathaniels imitation of an showman and reached him his jacket back. Nathaniel took it, but than swung it around Marc and used the sleeves to pull him close.

Marc couldn't react as fast as Nathaniel had laid his lips on his own. Marc tore his eyes open out of surprise, but soon he just closed them and leaned into the kiss.

After they parted, Nathaniel chuckled a bit. “Well”, he said, “Did I bewitch you?”

“Bewitch...Bewitch…”, Marc mumbled and made Nathaniel a little confused.

“That's it!”, he suddenly shouted out and ran back to his place. “Listen”, he said towards Nathaniel, “What do you think about a magician, who got akumatized because a spectator of his show revealed the secrets behind his tricks?”

“You know what?”, Nathaniel said, “I like this idea, I will start with a character design.”

“And I will start with the background story”, Marc said.

And so, Marc and Nathaniel overcame their creative block, thanks to a little magic trick.

#marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #nathmarc #nathmarc november #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

I DID IT! After having no idea what to write at the beginning, I managed 15 Minutes before midnight to finish my story for @nathmarcnovember Day 11.

I hope you like it and please remember, I would be very thankfull for feedback ~

#nathmarc november #nathmarc #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

NathMarc November Day 10: Medieval AU

Hello guys ~

Here is my Story for Day 10 of @nathmarcnovember. It was a bit difficult, but I hope you guys like it anyway.

Enjoy :3

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“Marc!”, the abbot called for the young monk in training. “Yes, abbot, how can I help you?”, the young boy asked him as he walked towards the older man. The abbot was holding up scroll as he looked at his apprentice. “This is the certificate of debt with the amount of money the church ows Pierre the sculptor”, the abbot told him, “I want you to bring it to Nathaniel the banker, so he can pay it out to Pierre.” Without hesitation, Marc nodded and took the scroll. “I will be back in an instant”, he promised the abbot before he turned around to go.

He left the monastery to get to the inner city. Many people gathered around on the market place, where merchants tried to sell their goods by calling out what they sell and what it costed.

At a glaziers stand, Marc could see his appearance in a glassy vase. His robe was already very old, so it looked a bit worn out and his black hair was pretty long and messy. He took a strand of his hair. One day he will end his training and had to shave it, like all the other monks. Marc got a little sad when he thought about it, because his hair was the only thing that reminded him of his dear mother, who risked her life by escaping her manorial lord and brought Marc to the monastery, so he would have a better life one day.

“Young man, I see you’re interested in this beautiful vase”, the merchant suddenly spoke to Marc, what startelled him a bit. “Yes, ehm… I mean no… not that it isn't beautiful, ehm…. Sorry, I have to go”, he stuttered before he ran away, blushing out of embarrassment.

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A few minutes later, he reached Nathaniels parlour, where already many people were waiting in a queue. Marc knew some faces from church, also the one of the young woman right in front of him.

“Good Morning, Lady Marinette”, he greeted the girl. “Oh, good morning Marc”, she greeted back, smiling, “Are you on duty again?” “Yes”, Marc answered, “We have much work to do.” “I believe you”, she said, “Since the wars in the northern towns, many people are worried of their families and wanted to write letters to them and the monks are the only one to read and write, beside the king and his son.”

Marinette had a slight blush when she mentioned the prince. It was understandable, prince Adrien was good looking and really kind towards his inferiors, so it was no wonder that also Marinette, who worked as a maid in the castle, also fell for him.

Marc wanted to talk more to Marinette, but the doors to the parlour suddenly opened and people flowed inside, while the bells of the church clanged. “On time, like always”, Marinette said while walking inside followed by Marc.

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A few minutes later, most of the people were gone already and Marc could see the young banker, sitting on a small desk and sorting some papers. Marinette stepped up to him, smiling.

“Good Morning, Nathaniel”, she greeted him. Nathaniel startled and looked up to her. “Good Morning, Lady Marinette… how can I help you?”, he asked her in a shy and quiet voice.

Marc didn't know what it was, but everytime Nathaniel and Marinette were talking to each other, he suddenly felt anger towards the girl. Sure, she was really nice and Marc liked to talk to her, but in moments like this, he just wished for her to go away.

“Mother sent me to buy some things at the market, but I need money for that”, she explained, while handing Nathaniel a piece of paper. “That's my loan from the banquet I served yesterday, can you pay me out?”, she asked. Nathaniel nodded and took out a small bag. He tipped out the content, which consist of golden coins, counted some of them and reached them towards Marinette. “There you go”, he said to the still smiling girl. “Thank you”, she said while turning around to leave, “Have a nice day.”

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Now Marc stepped up to the banker, which welcomed him with a warm smile. “Nice to see you again”, he said. “Yes… nice to see you again, too”, he said a bit shy, funnily enough as always when he talked to Nathaniel.

“So, how can I help you?”, Nathaniel asked him. “Ah, yes”, Marc said while giving Nathaniel the scroll he was holding, “This is certificate of debt for Pierre the sculptor, he will come this afternoon to get his money.” “Ah yes, Pierre”, Nathaniel said in a sarcastic while rolling his eyes, “Will be funny to get mocked by him again.”

“I'm sorry…”, Marc apologized, but Nathaniel shook his head. “Don't be”, he said, “You are just doing your duty and besides, I'm thankful that you are warning me.” Marc had to laugh a bit when he heard this.

“Hey”, Nathaniel started, “Do you have a little more time? I want to show you my last works.” “Aren't you busy?”, Marc asked as he looked around to see that no one was behind him. “The most people will come after the market to get their certifications of debt paid out”, Nathaniel explained, “Only Lady Marinette doesn't like to pay with this papers, so she comes here before to get money.”

Marc hesitated a bit, but then nodded. “But I haven't much time”, he said, “I told the abbot I will be back soon.” Nathaniel nodded while signalizing Marc with one hand to sit down, then he reached under his table, to take out some pergaments and reached them to Marc.

Marc was messmerized when he saw the beautiful ink paintings Nathaniel made. The banker once told him he wanted to become a painter or a sculptor when he was a kid, but unfortunately he wasn't able to, only because he is jewish and jewish people were only allowed to work as bankers. So, now he works as a banker and only painted in his free time.

It was very unfair, Marc thought. Nathaniel had such a great potential, he was sure people would like it if they just would give him a chance.

“They are really amazing”, Marc said while flipping through the pages. “Thank you”, Nathaniel said, “That's really nice of you to say.

Marc couldn't let his eyes off of the paintings, they showed different people he also knew. He saw one of Lady Marinette, one of Lady Alya, one of Sir Nino and… also one of him…. and another one of him… and another one of him.

Marcs heart suddenly started pounding strongly against his chest. He asked himself why there were so many pictures of him and looked at the banker, only to see him smiling.

“I don't know why, but for some reason I always have to think about you whenever I paint”, he explained, “You are the first person I trust when it comes to my passion, because I know you would never judge me because of it and that makes me very happy.”

Marc suddenly felt his blood rushing through his veins and his body started to shake. It was just like the other times when he saw him and he asked himself what this feeling could be… but somehow he never found an answer, neither in his head nor in one of the books the monastery held.

Slowly, Marc stood up and gave the paintings back to the banker. “They are really beautiful, thank you for showing me”, he said.

A few seconds they just looked in each others eyes. Marc noticed just now that Nathaniels eyes had a really majestic shimmering blue. They were beautiful… and he was beautiful, too.

After a while they noticed how they looked on each other and turned their heads away out of embarrassment, their faces crimson red. “Well”, Marc said, “I-I have to go, or else the abbot will get mad.” Nathaniel nodded. “W-Would be nice to see you again the next days”, he answered and waved him goodbye.

Marc rushed over the market place, back to the monastery. On his way, he passed the stand of the glazier again and saw his reflection in his goods. He saw his red face and noticed that his heart was still beating fast. He really didn't know what this feeling was. It scared him… but at the same time it felt so good.

#nathmarc november #nathmarc #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #marcaniel #rainbow tomato

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Hey guys ~

Half an hour before midnight, here is my story for Day 9 of @nathmarcnovember

But before you read it I have a little trigger warning to you: This story continues a mentioned suicide in one passage!

So, with these said, enjoy the story.

#nathmarc november #nathmarc #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #rainbow tomato

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NathMarc November Day 8: Jealousy

Summary: Nathaniel receives textmessages from a person Marc doesn't know and doesn't feel good about.

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It was a long week for Nathaniel and Marc. They had many problems with the comic. First Marc had an writers block, than Nathaniel had an art block and they also be at ots with each other because of one passage.

But today was Friday and they were finally able to finish it, what was a big relief for both of them. Now they had time to relax a bit, so they decided to spend the night together and watch some movies.

“Okay, what do you want to watch?”, Nathaniel asked his boyfriend, while he scrolled through Netflix. “I don't know”, Marc said, “You can pick something if you want.” Nathaniel nod and scrolled through his list. “How about ‘The life of Brian’? It's a really funny one”, Nathaniel asked. Marc nodded, relieved his boyfriend hadn't picked a horror movie.

Nathaniel started the movie and came back to Marc to sit next to him and laid an arm around his shoulders. “It was a hard week, but now we can finally relax”, he said relieved. Marc smiled while leaning in to him. He laid his head on Nathaniels shoulder and looked on the screen, when Nathaniel started the movie.

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“Jehova, Jehova, Jehova”, the man in the movie chanted and catered for horror between the disguised women. Both Nathaniel and Marc couldn't stop laughing, it was stupid but really funny. “I should do this, when my family visits next time”, Nathaniel said between the laughs. “I want to see that”, Marc laughed. Nathaniel stopped laughing and smirked. “Challenge accepted”, he said in a deep voice, making Marc laugh even more. “Don't do that, they would disown you”, he said as he calmed down a bit. Nathaniel shrugged. “Would be totally worth it”, he said, when he got up. “I have to use the bathroom, I will be back in a minute”, he said before he left the room.

Marc in the meantime had his full attention on the movie, when he suddenly heard the buzz of a phone. He looked over to his phone on Nathaniels desk, but he hasn't got a message.

He heard a second buzz and looked around the room, then he saw where it came from. Nathaniels phone laid next to his Laptop on the coffee table and a small blue light was blinking, signalizing that he got a message.

A third buzz were heard and the screen lightened up. A message with the name Alexander popped up on the screen. ‘Who is Alexander?’, Marc suddenly thought.

A fourth buzz and another message by Alexander made Marc feel a bit strange. Who was this guy? Why haven't Nathaniel told him about him?

Of course Nathaniel also had a life beside their relationship and he also had his friends, which doesn't bothered Marc, but he thought he knew everyone of them. It was a bit strange to know now he didn't

“Ok, Marc, calm down”, he talked to himself, “Maybe it is a friend he forgot you to told about.” With this words, he laid back and concentrated on the movie again.

At least he tried, but then there was a fifth buzz. Marc felt a little queasy and starred on the phone. ‘Can't this person just wait for a response?’, he asked himself, his inner voice sounded aggressive, he didn't know it could ever sound this aggressive.

Then there was a sixt buzz… and Marc became angry. Without thinking any further, he grabbed for Nathaniels phone and tried to unlock it.

“What are you doing?”, Marc suddenly heard Nathaniel behind him. Marc startled and nearly dropped Nathaniels phone, if he wouldn't be able to catch it. Marc looked at Nathaniel in shock, while he stared at Marc and than at his phone.

“What are you doing with my phone?”, Nathaniel asked, but stayed calm. Marc thought about his words, he couldn't say that he was doing nothing, because that definitely would make Nathaniel angry, so he said the truth.

“Who is Alexander?”, Marc asked. Nathaniel looked a bit confused now. “Why are you asking about Alexander?”, Nathaniel asked. Marc took a deep breath. “A guy named Alexander send you one message after another”, Marc told him, “I thought I knew everyone of your friends, why haven't you told me about him?”

“I haven't told you about him?”, Nathaniel asked confused. As an answere, Marc shook his head. “Wait a moment”, Nathaniel said as he left the room again.

He came back after a few seconds, holding a frame. He held one hand towards Marc and Marc gave him his phone back. Nathaniel unlocked it and held it next to  the frame before he showed both to Marc.

The frame hold a photo of Nathaniel, his parents and some other persons. “Do you see the guy next to my father?”, Nathaniel asked. Marc nodded.

“That's my cousin Alexander”, Nathaniel explained, “The son of my fathers sister.” Marc looked at the guy on the family picture and then to the one on the phone screen. They were the exact same person!

“He had a bad time recently, because his parents had a divorce, that's why he writes this much”, Nathaniel said while showing Marc the messages.

Alexander: Hey, how are you?

Alexander: Can you call me?

Alexander: I have to talk to someone

Alexander: Nath?

Alexander: Hello?

Alexander: ?????

“Oh”, Marc just said while looking away in shame. Nathaniel put his phone away. “I'm sorry Nathaniel, it's just… how do I explain… I had such a bad feeling when this many messages were coming and… I don't know what got me”, Marc apologized.

Nathaniel first looked at him in confusion, but then he smirked. “Could it be that you were jealous?”, he asked amused. Marc turned crimson red as he heard that. Was he really jealous? He never was jealous of something or of someone before, so he didn't know.

Marc just wanted to say something, but a different pair of lips interrupted him. The kiss was short, but intense. Nathaniel let off of him after a few seconds and laid his arms around him. “You're cute when you're jealous, you know?”, he whispered to him, “But you don't need to worry, I love you and you are the only one to me.” Marc smiled and also laid his arms around Nathaniel. “I know”, he answered, “And I love you, too.”

After a Minute they let off of each other. “Ok”, Nathaniel said, “Just let me write Alexander that I will call him tomorrow and then you have my full attention”, he said and wanted to get out his phone, but Marc stopped him by grabbing for his wrist. “Call him”, he said. Nathaniel looked at him in surprise. “Are you're sure?”, he asked. Marc nodded. “He needs you”, he answered, “Call him.”

Nathaniel gave his boyfriend a smile, before he leaned in to give him a peck on the forehead. After that, they both sat down on the sofa, while Nathaniel dialed the number of his cousin.

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#nathmarc november #nathmarc #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #rainbow tomato

[shiniyi-writes]

Phew, it was much work but here it is: My story for @nathmarcnovember Day 7.

Summary: It is their first anniversary and Nathaniel wanted to make everything perfect, but he had to realize that not always everthing will go as planned.

#nathmarc november #nathmarc #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #rainbow tomato

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NathMarc November Day 6: Roadtrip

Sumarry: After they Graduated, Nathaniel want to take Marc on a Roadtrip as a surprise.

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“Jeans, T-Shirts, Boxers…”, Nathaniel mumbled to himself while checking the content of his back. He wanted to make sure he had everything before he would put it into his car, because he didn't know when they would be in the next town.

It was yesterday when he and Marc, his boyfriend, graduated from highschool. To celebrate this, he had a big surprise for him: He wanted to take him on a roadtrip.

Through the organisation was stressful, he was very excited. He planned it since the day he got his driver license, that was six month ago. At first he had to make sure Marc wouldn't plan anything, so he teamed up with Marcs mother who made this clear. After this was done, he planned a route to drive and what they would need for that. He also made sure to save up enough money for the time they would be gone by working in a coffee shop after school. And now the day had finally come, he couldn't wait for Marcs reaction.

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. When he looked up he could see his mother standing in front of it. “Do you need help with something, dear?”, she  asked, but Nathaniel shaked his head. “Actually, I think I have everything”, Nathaniel answered, half in thoughts again. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Pretty sure, mom”, Nathaniel said while his mother now stepped inside his room and kneeled down to him. “Well, I don't think so”, she told him while handing him his wallet, “This was on the kitchen counter.” Giving himself a facepalm, he took the wallet with his other hand and packed it in his back. “Thanks mom”, he thanked his mother. “No problem, dear”, his mother said, “I just want to make sure my son isn't missing anything.” She was smiling, but Nathaniel knew his mother was a bit sad. Sure, Nathaniel was an only child and it would be the first time he was gone for more than one week and that in only his car through France. But he was an adult now, she had to learn to let him go and she really tried so.

“Now I have everything”, Nathaniel said after packing his phone, the charger, his pencil case and his sketchbook. He closed his back, got up and flung it over his shoulder. “Ok”, his mother said, “Your father is in the garage and checks your car, let's go down to him.”

They went downstairs. Through a small door they came into the garage, where Nathaniels father took a look under the bonnet of his car. His car was an simple Renault Trafic, he bought from his fathers colleague. It was driven very much and the varnish also wasn't the best, but it was more than enough for Nathaniel.

“So”, his father said while closing the bonnet, “I checked for the oil, the brake fluid, water and pumped some air into the wheels. Have you stocked up on fuel?” “Yes, I did yesterday”, Nathaniel said and his father nodded satisfied. “Alright, I put the cans for the oil, the brake fluid and one for fuel in the trunk, just in case the next gas station would be to far away, you know how to check on everything, right?” When Nathaniel nodded, his dad smiled. “Okay”, he said while giving his son a short hug, “Have fun and watch out for you and Marc, your mother and I will wait for your return.” Nathaniel gave his dad a smile and nodded, before turning to his mother. She hold him into a very tight hug, so tight he thought he would suffocate and kissed his head. “Promise to call everyday, understood?”, she demand while letting off of him. “I will, don't worry”, he gave her as an answer before he turned towards his car and opened the door. He threw the back behind his seat, buckled up and turned the key around. The motor started and Nathaniel switched the gear selector on reverse to drive out of the garage. When he stood on the road, he saw his parents waving him goodbye. He did the same, before he switched the gear selector to drive. It was time to pick up Marc.

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He drove about ten minutes until he was in front of the apartment building Marc lived in. When he found a parking lot, he turned off the motor and got out. He checked his phone, he wrote Marc a text message this morning, but had no response yet.

“Hmm”, Nathaniel talked to himself, “Then I'm going to pick him up in person.” He walked toward the door, luckily it was only on the other side of the road. When he reached it, he searched for the doorbell. “Anciel, here is it”, he said and pressed the button. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened with a buzz and Nathaniel got inside.

Marc lived in the 5th floor, the last one of this building, so Nathaniel had to climb many stairs until he saw an open door. Marcs mother was waiting on it, she smiled when she saw Nathaniel. “Good Morning, Nath”, she greeted him. “Good Morning, Jenette”, he greeted back, “Is Marc ready? I haven't received a response to my message.” “I'm so sorry, Nath”, Jenette apologized, “I tried to wake him up so many times, but he won't get out of the bed.” She sighed. “Maybe you can try it?” she begged, receiving a nod from Nathaniel as he entered the apartment.

Marcs room was the one at the back, a poster of Jacket Stone was hanging at the door. Without knocking he opened it up and got inside. Disregarding his desk on the window of the room, his room was very tidy. There were no clothes lying around, all his books were ordered by the authors names in his shelf and the only decoration were many posters on the walls. And on one of this walls was the bed, where a deep sleeping Marc was laying in nothing but sweatpants and an almost kicked down blanket.

For the glimpse of a second, Nathaniel thought about taking a photo to show him later, but he hesitated. He sneaked toward the bed and sat down at the edge. He laid one hand on Marcs shoulder to shake it a bit, but Marc just hit it away and continued sleeping. “Marc, Marc wake up”, Nathaniel said softly, but his boyfriend just turned around to face the wall. “Ten more minutes, mom”, he mumbled. Nathaniel had to held back a laughter, Marcs mumbling was just to cute.

But he still have to wake him up, otherwise his plan won't work. Luckily he had an idea, so he bend down, and gave Marc a soft kiss on his neck.

It worked, the kiss gave Marc goosebumps. “Wait…”, he said, more awake this time and turned around, just to see turquoise eyes looking at him. “Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty”, Nathaniel teased his boyfriend as he finally sat up. Nathaniel tried his best not to laugh about Marcs bedhead, it looked like he had put his finger into a plug socket and his eyes were still half closed. He rubbed over his green orbs, before he finally opened them. “Nath?”, he asked surprised, “What are you doing here this early? Is something the matter?” “Well”, Nathaniel started laughing, “I would have wait downstairs, but I’m sure you haven't read my message yet, sleepyhead.” “Message?”, Marc asked while looking around his room. With one wave of a hand, he signalized Nathaniel to get up, so he could get out of his bed himself. As he sat on the edge, he first stretched and then yawned, before standing up slowly. He scuffled towards his desk and slide away a big amount of papers, maybe they were left from his last writers block. Finally he found what he was looking for: His phone. He unplucked it from the charger and took a look on the display. A popup message appeared, it showed a small picture of Nathaniel Contact photo, which was a picture of them both in the park. He tapped on it and the message open.

“Good Morning, Marc”, he read out aloud, “I hope you survived the graduation ceremony, because I have a surprise for you. Get ready and pack your things, because I'm taking you on a roadtrip through France.”

Marcs eyes flung open as he read the last sentence. “A roadtrip through France? Are you serious?!”, he asked with an excited voice. “I am”, Nathaniel answered, “Everything is settled and your mom is also ok with it, so you only have to get ready and we can go.” “I..I don't know what to say”, Marc said smiling. Nathaniel was happy that his surprise worked, Marc was happy and that made him happy too, so he walked up to his boyfriend and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Just let me get changed and grab my stuff”, he said while he quickly walked to his wardrobe. He opened the door, picked his clothes, but then stood still. “Uhhm… Nath…”, he mumbeled, “Could you please… you know…” Nathaniel laughed. Even if he and Marc were a couple since 3 years now, Marc was still to embarrassed to get changed in front of him. “No Problem”, Nathaniel said, “I'm waiting at in car.”

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Nathaniel sat in his car, scribbling some drawings for the next issue of their comic in his sketchbook. Yes, even after three years the comic was still going on. It was like a baby to Marc and Nathaniel, it was bonding them together.

A knock on his window made Nathaniel jump and his sketchbook fell to the ground. He turned his head to the side to see Marc in front of it, now with done hair and being dressed in some casual clothes. Nathaniel let the window down to talk to him.

“You startled me”, Nathaniel said while calming down. “I'm sorry”, Marc apologize, “But I wrote you a textmessage, haven't you read it?” Nathaniel looked at him confused before getting his phone out of his pocket. A popup message appeared on his screen, it just said ‘I'm ready!’

“Sorry, I had it on silent mode”, Nathaniel said, but Marc smiled. “It's okay”, he said in a cheerful voice, “Can I have the keys? I need to put my back in the trunk.” “Sure”, Nathaniel answered while giving the car keys to his boyfriend. Marc quickly walked to the back and opened the trunk. After he put his back inside, he closet it again and walked the other side up to get on the seat next to Nathaniel.

“Ready?”, Nathaniel asked, after Marc gave him the key back. “Almost”, Marc teased him, “Turn to me.” Nathaniel did as he was told to, only to get startled once again, when Marc kissed him in a rough way. His heart pounded against his chest and his eyes were wide open, it was unusual for Marc to took the initiative… but Nathaniel enjoyed it, so he kissed him back.

When they parted again, they both blushed and smiled. “You are the best boyfriend I could have ever wished for, you know that?”, Marc said in a seductiv way. “Everything to make my counterpart happy”, Nath teased Marc, “And now, let's get started.” With this words, both buckled up and Nathaniel started the motor.

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NathMarc November Day 5: Firework

Hey guys ~

So, I just reconized tumblr has a limit for textposts and my story is to long to post it here 😅

So, I posted it on fanfiction.net, here is the link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13112600/1/NathMarc-November-Day-5-Firework

Have fun ~

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#nathmarc november #marcaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel #rainbow tomato #nathmarc