One fateful day in Paris, Ladybug is having her monthly check-up meeting with Master Fu; learning that every Ladybug in Chat Noir in history have been a loving couple. Just wanting to be with Adrien, Marinette doesn't see why she too should love Chat Noir. Until Master Fu tells her whats really going on. She was bas...
When Chat noir finds out who Ladybug really is, how will he react? Will he still love the woman he truly loves? Somewhere down the road, ladybug finds out who Chat Noir really is and this causes a huge conflict. #781 in fanfiction
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. Ther...
A soul linked, near and afar, She loves you simply for who you are. Behind a mask her truth may lie, But other times, she is clear as the sky. You know not her face, only as half, She knows you, via photograph. Invisible links are made between people at birth. The person you are l...
A story, of two imperfect souls falling in love. Doubts cross their minds. Denial - preventing them from loving their other half. Slowly helping each other overcome their insecurities, could they ever realize the mysterious feeling that engulfs them once together? Along the way, they survive multiple akumas and obstac...
"Mari, don't you dare--" Ayla warned. That was about when she jumped off the roof. A Marichat fanfiction, possible other shippings. PG13 Rating.
They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...