"I don't know if I can live without you forever" I confessed, cradling his body to mine. "It's gonna be weird. And scary." His eyes locked on mine, a weak smile stretching upon his bloodied lips. "You know as well as I do that you'll grow used to the change. Hell, you had the same look in your eyes when we first met," he breathed out with a laboured cough. His body crumpled toward his chest as his face contorted with a look of pain. My hand, also bloodied and swollen, clasped onto his, whilst my other gently stroked the sides of his dirt-stained face. I cringed, letting out a little chortle of my own, remembering that moment. It seemed like so long ago that everything had fallen into place, and now I was here grasping at its frayed edges as it was slowly destroyed. "You deserved it! You totally got in my way, if you had just been nice and moved out of the way when I asked you wouldn't have gotten a broken nose." Another surge of hacking coughs ripped through his body as I readjusted his head, allowing my crossed over legs some feeling. His blood tainted the gold of my suit a muddy brown where it had dried. "Promise me that you won't stop. I need to know that you're not going to give up on this when you've come so far." Gingerly, I leant forward and placed a kiss on the top of his forehead. "I promise." "Good," he smiled, closing his eyes. "This is what you were made for, Fortuna." A tear ran down my cheek as I took one final look at his face before closing my own. And so I sat, whilst the man that I loved died in my arms.

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

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

Whatever mark you get on your skin, your soul mate gets it too. Marinette would love to draw all over herself to see who her soul mate is, but due to her alternate persona, Ladybug, her red strings of fate have tied her to Chat Noir. As Chat Noir, Adrien would love to find out who his Lady is so they could be happy both in and out of cover. But their kwami only allow them to use their markers after an Akuma attack and never throughout the day. Will the two go against their kwami's and go find each other, or will they remain in a world of ignorance? Together forever, never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart. Includes mild strong language, sexual references and themes. August 25, 2017 ranked #161 in fanfiction! Cover done by the wonderful @Infinite_Writer01

Tamaki Suoh, King of Ouran's High School Host Club, requires a pet sitter for his golden retriever, Antoinette. Since Tamaki's maids nor servants are experienced in pet sitting, Tamaki goes looking through ads provided by his peers and finds a commoner pet sitter. You are brought this bouncy golden retriever by a handsome blue-eyed blond boy as your part-time job. Your brains bring you in a letter from Ouran Academy- A school for the elite, who have way too much time on their hands- but you can't afford to go! It's not until you get a mysterious scholarship in the mail and once you enroll in Ouran, things take a turn for the worse! Entering Ouran, you run into Antoinette's papa and a very handsome group of boys who suddenly start to get you into a lot of trouble! I do not own OHSHC or any of it's characters! OHSHC is owned by Bisco Hatori. I only own a couple of the characters that I've made.

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