Miraculous Ladybug One-Shots

Not Like Them

Hey, loves! Got super inspired by an art piece from Miraculous Amino. I've been meaning to take a break from commission and series work. *~*

Word Count: 1,613

Enjoy the flungst (fluff x angst ahah) . ;D

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It was raining that day.

The sky had thundered and boomed, and the streets were flooding.

Every child had been pressed up against one another in the darkest corner of the room, as far from the windows as possible. Lightning had cracked, and the group had screamed. 

The teacher hushed them, ensuring that they were going to be okay.

No one believed her. The world felt like it was ending, and as six-year-old Nathaniel shuddered at the thought of drenching his tiny sketchbook when the firemen finally came for them, a little girl stood up, gripping her shaking arms. 

"M-Miss Cartier is right," she had said, twin-tails swishing as she spoke with convinction. "We're going to be okay." She loomed over them confidently, and even dared to make her way towards the windows on the far side of the room.

"Marinette!" a darker boy wearing a bright red cap shouted, standing and reaching for her. 

She had waved him off.

Lighting cracked once more, and she flinched slightly before lowering her arms and pressing her fingers to the glass.

The children cowering in the corner inhaled; even Nathaniel watched her with bated breath. Lights danced in the clouds, and the girl whose name Nathaniel did not know turned and waved everyone over.

Hesitantly, the other first graders began toeing their way towards her, cringing under the attention of the storm crackling outside of the windows. 

Nathaniel stayed where he was, holding on to his sketchbook and merely staring. He couldn't join them, he realized. He couldn't. Not after what had happened with his father...

He shivered, closing his eyes at the unpleasant memory of red paint soaking his usually pristine white dress shirt. He wasn't exactly sure of what had happened, but Mommy had told him that Daddy wasn't going to come back from his field-trip to the hospital.

Nathaniel had begun to cry, and his mother had told him to be quiet.

A finger had tapped his knee, and Nathaniel jumped at the sudden contact, his eyes flying open.

Bright blue met cerulean-blue, and he blinked. She smiled at him, offering a hand his way. Nathaniel stared at the pink barrette holding her wayward strands of hair back. Maybe he could use a barrette, too.

"Who are you?" Nathaniel finally asked, looking from her hand back to her doe-like eyes. A light wave of freckles dotted her button-nose, and he was almost tempted to try and count them.

"Marinette Dupian-Cheng," she announced proudly, her arm still extended. "You're Nath, right?"

Nathaniel opened his mouth to correct her (no one had ever called him Nath before), but the words wouldn't come. He simply nodded mutely.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Marinette finally said, lowering her arm to her side. "It's actually really pretty." She spun on her heel and sat down next to him.

He pressed his back further against the cabinet. "My Daddy went on a field-trip to the hospital because of a storm last year."

Marinette's eyes widened in interest. "Did he have fun?"