Marinette is thrilled. She's spending her afternoon at the museum with Adrien, and even Manon's unexpectedly tagging along with them can't tarnish her happiness. After all, what can go wrong for two seventeen-year-olds watching over a seven-year-old? Turns out, a lot of things. ------ This is an illustrated fanfiction collaboration by Maerynn and EdenDaphne ------ This work is intended for readers ages 13 and up

When everyone turns 17, they get a set of initials or an initial somewhere on their body that links them to their soulmate - the person who is their other half. Marinette was incredibly excited for her seventeenth birthday. She was hoping her mark would link her to Adrien. When she saw her mark, she was shocked. There was only one person in the world who her soulmate could be. Her mark was a green and black CN, which meant her soulmate was Cat Noir. DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THOMAS ASTRUC! Inspiration from Soulmates by its_nusa_obviously and other stories on Wattpad :)

Magic isn't extinct, it's concealed by a pissed off redhead. Kira struggles to find balance between pretending to fit in with her fellow villagers and the one thing that makes her stand out--her magic. Only her best friend Rylanne and her aunt know of her ability. The world as she knows it would sooner execute her than accept the gift she was born with. Until a tragedy introduces her to Addrick. His fiery red hair matching Kira's makes him stand out far more than his arrogant attitude. But what draws her in the most is the same symbol she wears around her neck tattooed on his arm. It connects them to a world thought long extinct, a world where Kira can finally be herself. However to be herself risks destroying everything. ____ If you are reading this anywhere but Wattpad.com, it was stolen. Please visit wattpad to support the original author.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN