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  • Simulacrum ✅
    92.5K 1.8K 8

    Adrien discovers that the scarf supposedly given to him by his father, was actually made by Marinette as a birthday present. Enraged that he has been lied to, he becomes Simulacrum - someone who finds his own happiness. Will Ladybug be able to stop him, when she is kidnapped by him as Marinette? Can she keep her sec...

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  • Darkness That Consuming Me
    720 31 1

    Sonamy one-shot Her hands started trembling as her breath quickened. Her heart was beating loudly and she was gasping for air. Her vision was getting blurry as her body trembling violently. She felt like she wanted to faint. She felt like she just wanted to let the darkness consume her. *I don't own any of the Sonic c...

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  • Breaking The Rules (Under Editing)
    324K 12.2K 70

    Rules are meant to keep you safe. But the rules Gabriel Agreste has set up for the fashion show are the rules Adrien Agreste is going to be breaking. And he's going to be breaking them with Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

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  • Lust || Miraculous Ladybug
    265K 5.4K 18

    In Collège Françoise Dupont, Adrien Agreste is known to be the highschool's bad boy. He has a pretty face, but so handsome that every living soul with a preference has to take a double take when passing him, almost everywhere. Obviously, with this kind of power, he used this to his advantage and pretends to care for t...

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  • Roommates (REWRITING)
    159M 3M 36

    CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

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  • The Cop Next Door
    29.8M 854K 28

    "Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me t...

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  • Prisoner 409
    2.5M 45K 13

    "I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mock...