Gotham's Bug

Marinette has a dark past she's not willing to share with anyone. One so dark that she had to move away from the hubble and bubble of Paris to the dark streets of Gotham. She roams around until she is met by a talking Traffic light and taken in by a dark haired, rich man. Everything goes well until a secret is discovered that soon leads to many others being brought to light.... --- For the comfort of all readers, I have made all the characters above 20. However, you can age them however you like. [WARNING] This book will probably trigger someone's anxiety so if you don't want to, you don't have to read it. Even I'm having a hard time not crying whilst writing it. There's gonna be so much angst. Enjoy!

It's that time of year again. The time most miraculous wielders fear. Where they have to go through weeks of torture. Unless they have someone to help them. Then it's Heavenly. What's a Ladybug in heat to do? Especially in Gotham! Oh Gods... Did she just give Robin a hickey? ----- She liked it when he looked at her. Because then it meant his attention was on her and her alone. She leaned in closer and closer. She could see his beautifully crystalline green eyes piercing through her own bluebell ones. She tucked his hair around her fingers and ran them through again. It was just so soft... OR The better and longer version of 'Intoxicating'. ••• [Disclaimer] 'Intoxicating' can be read on Wattpad or Archive of our own For the sake of comfort, I have made the characters to be in their early 20s, but you can age them however you want. Mature readers only! Stay away innocent souls! [Warning] It may trigger things like PTSD so read at your own comfort.

Marinette gets hit by one of Raven's spells and falls head of over heels in love with Damian. She thinks that they're married which causes trouble for the poor man and also her as she gets kidnapped and kept as a hostage. Although when they kidnapped her, they didn't know just who they were messing with... ••• Pls note that for this story, I'm using Damian as the Robin in Teen Titans just so it goes with the story line. Also, for the sake of comfort, the characters are 20 or older, but u can age them however u want. Co-posted on Wattpad and Archive of our own, so if you want spoilers, then you know where to go! Disclaimer: I take no credit for the characters in my cover

It's easy to fall into a puddle. It's easy to fall into a hole. It's easy to fall deep into depression. And wait as it consumes you whole. But most of all, It's easy to fall in love. But hard to let it go. ---- "This-" he gestured between the two of them, "Isn't official. It's only for Octavia." She looked up, meeting his eyes for a second before looking back straight ahead and repeated the words he'd said a million times before, "Whatever the hell you want." She knew it was all for Octavia. She would do anything for Octavia. Even if it meant teaming up with the school bad boy to do it. ---- Bellamy and Clarke. The school's Bad boy and Princess. No one ever though they'd get along. With all the fights and screams. All the teasing and nudging. All the death stares and promises to make the other's lives a living Hell. But then a Freshman with long, dark hair changes everything. She breaks the wall. She helps them understand that they're both suffering. And only they can understand each other. Only they can set each other free...

Clarke gets tortured in M-cap while Bellamy watches battling over his feelings as he watches her suffer over and over again in her memories. Watching her in so much pain. So much that she decides to end it herself. Because she is Wanheda. Commander of death. And it's time she brought that name to use... ---- Then she stopped and turned around. Time seemed to slow down as she looked into Bellamy's eyes and he looked into hers. She saw the warmth of the Bellamy she knew. But she knew it wouldn't last long. He'd be brainwashed again and again. So she let the tear she'd been refusing drop and said the words she never thought she'd ever have to say to her best friend. To the man that had comforted her. The man she'd comforted. The man who spoke with his heart, not his head. "Go float yourself." OR The other season 7 episode 12 fanfics talk about her confessing to Bellamy and stuff and focus more on her memories of when she was trying to talk to him on the radio, but to be honest, I wanted something more realistic. In other words, I couldn't find what I was looking for so chose to write it myself! --- [Disclaimer] I take no credit for the characters in my cover.

A Princess who's smile rivals that of a Goddess. A Prince who's golden hair reflects the sun. A knight who's past haunts him to this day. An attempted assassination doomed to fail. An arranged marriage to prevent a war. A pregnancy that is both a blessing and a curse. A death that awakens a beast. And another that creates a monster. It's 1948 and Marinette battles through the struggles of being a princess as she enters the French castle and her life changes drastically for better or for worse... --- [Disclaimer] For the sake of comfort and my story's plot, I have made the characters over the age of 20. However, you may age them however you want.

It's been 2 years since Marinette's death and everyone is back to normal, well excluding the fact that a ray of sunshine is still missing from their lives. Ryuko and Viperion are now leading the Miraculous team against Hawkmoth and Mayura and slowly but surely, Chat can feel his purpose as a wielder fading away. What's the point of a cat without his bug? But everything changes when Talia Al Ghul discovers a body in a river and Marinette discovers that she's no normal human. Join the bats in their mission to rescue their beloved angel from the League of Assassins in the sequel of Gotham's Bug. --- Her midnight blue hair caught the attention of a nearby light as it glimmered and sparkled under the light's gaze. She turned around. Robin stumbled. He'd recognise that arch of barely visible freckles anywhere. And her eyes! The eyes that had always seemed to draw him in and read him from inside-out stared back at him. The glint of recognition on her face was gone so soon that he thought he'd imagined it. The room remained silent until she spoke.