When Nathaniel suggested a date at his place, Marc didn't expect to be sitting in his room, wearing suggestive clothing while Nathaniel sketched him with one hand, and held a knife in the other. He didn't even remember changing into these clothes. All he remembered was watching a movie in the living room, then waking up, sitting on Nathaniel's bed in this outfit
"Marc. Be good and hold still." There were clear hints of insanity in his voice. The knife only made it more terrifying
"A-are you almost d-done?"
"Almost, honey."
Five minutes give by, and Nathaniel is finished with his scarily accurate sketch. Marc tries not to show his fear since Nathaniel is still holding his knife
"I-it looks great." He complimented. He had to get out of here as quickly as possible
"I'm so glad you like it, honey! I'll just put it with the others." He walks to his desk and doesn't seem to notice the shocked look on Marc's face
"'Others'? What do you mean?
Nathaniel pulls a red folder out of a drawer and opens it to reveal over a hundred different sketches of Marc. None he remembered posing for. They included sketches of him in class, writing in his journal, some were drawn from behind, and Marc was pretty sure he saw some of him sleeping
"The ones of you sleeping are my favorite. You looked so still and peaceful. Anything could've happened to you, and you wouldn't do anything."
Marc looked absolutely horrified at those words
"Don't give me that look." He combs his fingers through the terrified writer's hair "It's not like I snuck into your room or anything."
(Nathaniel killed Lila the next day because this is my story, I hate Lila, so she dies. Her mother mourns her for like an hour, and she gets one small picture in the yearbook instead of a page, then Marinette dances on her grave and maggots eat her. The end)
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Marc x Nathaniel Yandere Oneshots
Teen FictionJust some Yandere prompts with Yandere Nathaniel and Senpai Marc