Because John Laurens deserves all the love in the world! (Even if he died like 236 years ago). So this is exactly what the tittle said! Yes, a fanclub for John Laurens. (Historical John Laurens, that is. So if you're expecting posts about the thousands of turtle drawings he never did this is /probably/ not the place for you). Here you can see fun facts, theories, very weird stuff that John did, sometimes fanart, and a lot of crying. Warning: Author can get emotional when talking about John Laurens, there might be crying, screaming, and crying-screaming. Author also tends to rant. Read at your own risk. Disclaimer: Though not everything, most of the info/theories from this blog can be found on john-laurens and ciceroprofacto's history blogs in Tumblr, which you should definitely go check out

Keith seemed to steal the air from his lungs and fill his head with stars like outer space would. Updates on Friday! This story is a mixture of chatrooms and chapters.

Marinette plays violin, but before she played the violin, she played the piano. What made her change her mind and switch to the violin? It was because of a young boy named Adrien. He played the piano and she one day wanted to play with him. So she switched from piano to violin. Ten years later she meets Adrien in school. But he no longer plays for the fear of not being able to hear what he was playing. OK so this is basically following the story line from the anime 'Your Lie in April', just with a few changes. If you haven't watched it you probably should. It is PG, for language. Oh and grab a box of tissues for the anime and the fanfiction. Cause both will make you cry even if you try not to. Copyrighted all rights reserved. bye bye ~kitten~

"Mari, don't you dare--" Ayla warned. That was about when she jumped off the roof. A Marichat fanfiction, possible other shippings. PG13 Rating.

I've been inspired by Season 2 of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. This show DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.

A dead girl's diary leaves a boy in pieces. Translations: Czech- @SabikM

"I swear I feel like I only play for you." Once upon a time a pianist fell in love with an understudy. TRANSLATIONS: Italian- @BrightestBlackHole Spanish- @Nakiwe Turkish- @LunaTranslations

A sequel to: Red Strings and Markers Adrien Agreste didn't remember much after the cathedral collapsed. He recalled hearing a voice, a female voice, calling out to him. "Chat! Chat Noir! God damn it, you'd better be alive when I get in there!" "Kid! Adrien! Are you okay?" The red string of fate connects you to the person you're fated to be with. Whenever you mark your skin, your significant other gets marked as well. The last thing Adrien remembered seeing before his world went dark was the elegant yet rushed pink ink on his forearm. "I'm sorry." October 4, 2016 - ranked #14 in fanfiction

Most people only get some of Adrian's story. Ever since his mother left, people thought that Gabriel Agreste was only cold towards his son. They weren't wrong but there was more. He abused his son. Adrian escaped to his princess Marinette for comfort. Can she save him? Or is he too far gone? *WARNING* This story contains abuse, depression, death, and many other mature themes. Read at you're own risk. I hope you guys like this story. So far I haven't seen anything like this on wattpad or fanfiction.net. This may get a but graphic so read at your own risk. Remember live, love, learn! See you in the next chapter! The following poem was made by MiraculousLoverFan: You let my sink In time that passed by like a blink. My heart hurts so bad But you only make me more sad. Then why did you save me all along?Although you know I didn't belong. My life is ruined like a crash by a bomb Since the incident of my long lost mom. I don't have anything left to share Alas you only make me feel more alone and scared And now I feel empty and full of anger Because you see...I am just a boy who will always suffer. Thank you for the amazing poem! You really described how Adrian feels. Thanks to EmsterKat for the cover!

Which a lonely model named Adrien gets texts from an unknown number and falls in love with her anonymity. TRANSLATIONS Turkish- @liuxingxx