*probes teeth with tongue* Yup, I think there's a cavity there. Sorry guys. Hope your teeth are stronger than mine, because this is FLUFF. Accidental fluff, if you can believe it.

I wanted to post this yesterday, but I also don't want to post twice in the same day. I have been working on strengthening my willpower...also schoolwork.

Yes, I know the poem wouldn't rhyme in French. I don't care. Sorry.

Also, heads up, these one-shots are completely disconnected. I may say something in one that is completely opposite to something in the next. Forgot to mention that in ch1.

CHAPTER TWO: NATHINETTE

Nathaniel had known he had a crush on Marinette ever since her face appeared in one of his doodles. Unfortunately, she still melted all over Adrien, who was drooling over Ladybug.

It was like they had no idea.

Of course Nathaniel knew. How could he not, when his pencil traced the same lines to draw Ladybug's face and Marinette's? When the first time he'd tried to draw Marinette fighting an akuma, it had turned into a drawing of Ladybug?

At first, he'd thought that meant he had no chance with her. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he did.

Ladybug wasn't dating Chat Noir. Marinette wasn't dating anyone.

On February 14, Marinette opened her locker only to have a flood of heart-shaped cards half bury her.

Nathaniel watched from around the corner as Marinette picked one up, a huge red heart trimmed with white lace.

"To the girl with raven hair and bluebell eyne,

"The girl whose smile taught the sun to shine.

"For the girl with the heart of purest gold

"Her glance keeps me warm in bitterest cold.

"Lady Luck is not so lucky as I

"To have you in my life today.

"Will you be my Valentine?"

"What the heck does 'eyne' mean?" Alya demanded.

Nathaniel facepalmed.

"It's from Shakespeare," Marinette said. "It means eyes."

"Why didn't he say eyes, then?"

To rhyme, Nathaniel thought.

"To rhyme." Marinette rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

Nathaniel fell a little bit more in love.

Marinette picked up another one, a ladybug-shaped one, note written in white ink.

"First day

"You smiled

"Waved

"Caught my heart

"Yours forever"

Alya snatched the card. "Who sent this?" She turned it over. "It's not signed…"

Nathaniel had been too scared to sign his cards. Not even one. Out of...how many had he made for her? Twenty? Fifty? He couldn't even remember.

Marinette squealed. "Maybe it was Adrien!" She snatched another one. This one was the one with the Ladybug cutout on a spring inside. The one where Nathaniel had written it...to Ladybug.

Oops. He'd meant to give her that when they were alone. How had it gotten mixed in with the others?

Nathaniel's worries washed away as she began reading his words -his words- in her beautiful voice.

"Lady Luck,

"I've loved you for a long time now. I only realized it on the first day of school, but I think I loved you before that.

"I know you don't love me back. You're infatuated with someone else instead. I hate that. I wish you loved me.

"But you're your own person. You make your own decisions, and I can't control you.

"I hope he makes you happy. But if things don't work out, I'll always be here for you.

"I love you. You are my life, my heart, my inspiration, my muse. You are my everything.

"You are nothing short of perfection. Find someone who knows that and never stops telling you.

"Be happy, mon coeur."

By the time Marinette finished, she had tears running down her cheeks. Nathaniel wasn't sure whether to feel guilty that he'd made her cry or happy that she was so touched by what he wrote.

"Wow." Alya put a hand on Marinette's shoulder. "Girl, someone adores you. You want my advice? Forget Adrien, find this guy."

Marinette nodded, sniffling through her tears. She couldn't even talk.

"Excuse me, did you write this?" Marinette asked Adrien. Could it have been him? She was pretty sure she'd have noticed if Adrien Agreste had a crush on her.

Adrien shook his head. "No. But I hope you find who did!"

Marinette sat back down next to Alya as class started. Who else could it be? She hadn't known Luka on the first day of school. Kim wasn't so eloquent. It didn't sound anything like Max. Nino had Alya, and Ivan had Myléne. Nathaniel would've included a sketch. It could've been Marc, he was a writer so he'd be good with words.

Marinette nodded to herself. As soon as class was over, she'd confront Marc about it.

"That's not my handwriting," Marc said. "I didn't send you that note."

"R-really?"

Marc leaned closer. "Marinette, I do not have a crush on you. I'm attracted to boys."

"Oh."

Marc must have sensed her disappointment, because he said, in a conspiratorial tone, "Tomato."

"Tomato?" Marinette asked.

Marc nodded.

Tomato, tomato, tomato. Tomato?

Hah! Nathaniel was Marc's partner in their book! He might know what tomato meant!

"Nathaniel?"

Nathaniel blushed. "Y-yes Marinette?"

"Do you know what tomato means?" Marinette waved the letter. "I got this unsigned letter and went to Marc about it, and he said tomato. Since you're working on a comic book together, I thought you might know what it meant."

Nathaniel took a deep breath. He could do this. He could do it. He could-

Oh for Pete's sake stop procrastinating and get on with it!

"M-m-m-m-" He couldn't do it. He couldn't confess.

Marinette looked concerned. "Nathaniel, are you okay?"

He grabbed at the note, pulling a pen from behind his ear, signed his name at the bottom of the note, and handed it back to her.

He watched her face carefully as she scanned the note, comparing his signature to the handwriting. Finally, after what was either eight very long seconds or a shortish eternity, she looked back up.

"Nath- I don't know what to say-"

"I-I know you don't feel the same." What was even coming out of his mouth? His tongue wasn't listening to his brain. "I-I'm sor-"

Marinette leaned up and kissed him.

Just a brief peck, but oh God she kissed him on the lips and she liked him back and oh God what was happening why did everything stop and when did the room start spinning and what is happening and

He hugged her back. He was pretty sure that if he tried kissing her now his brain would explode.

And there. She writes a kiss. Hey...that was the first kiss scene I've written, did you know? No kidding. Let me know how I did with those two bundles of awkward nerves?

SORRY FOR ANY CAVITIES!

Next chapter up within a week!