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Starry Nights || Lukanette by XxAKCxX
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*Sequel to Confessions* A few days after the fateful night, Marinette is still coming to terms with her new relationship. However, what she didn't anticipate is the snowball effect of one single night. --- Miraculous and it's characters belong to Jeremy Zag, Zagtoons and Thomas Astruc. The plot is mine though.
Confessions || A Lukanette Fanfiction by XxAKCxX
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"You're an extraordinary girl Marinette, Clear as a note of music, Sincere as a melody, You are the song in my head since we first saw each other" After the events of Silencer, and Luka's confession, Marinette begins to realise that her feelings for Luka are stronger than she realises... And those for Adrien lay forgotten. !Completed! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't own Miraculous or its characters. All rights go to Zagtoon, Jeremy Zag, Thomas Astruc, etc 👍
✓ Imagines • ateez: Book 1 by KoreanBigMinion
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[complete] ateez imagines + request (no smut tho) (No longer on hiatus, will be making a second book)
the big bad wolf ;; wolf!bts by Itsnoonatrash
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¿Cambiamos las reglas? by aqua_mm01
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La gente me advirtió. No todas las personas son buenas en esta vida, pero yo no hice caso, era confiada, buena, dulce... la niña perfecta. Hasta que la vida me corrompió. Él me corrompió. Ni siquiera sé como he acabado así. Antes, yo, con mi trenza larga rubia, mis gafas de pasta y mi ropa color pastel, jamás imagine que todo me podía pasar a mí. Me pasaba las horas estudiando, era... una empollona, sí, una empollona. Y no era feliz. La gente me miraba, me discriminaba. No sabían lo que era sentirse así. Algunos dicen que es envidia, un juego de niños... Yo lo llamo bulling.