Daniela Avanzini had it all figured out. A stable relationship, a welcoming family and a summer break meant to strengthen the bond she shared with Luca Bannerman. Or so she thought. What no one anticipated- least of all, Daniela- was the pull of gravity, making her shift toward Luca's one and only sister- Manon. What begins as stolen glances and tense silences soon spirals into something neither of them can control. Their secret threatens to crack the Bannerman family wide open, tearing at loyalties and testing the boundaries between love and betrayal.

Manon Bannerman has never taken much in life seriously, least of all her own health. She was a certified flirt that would rather sip wine on her balcony than sit in a doctor's waiting room. But when a stubborn case of pneumonia lands her in a Geneva hospital, her world collides with Dr. Daniela Avanzini, the impossibly composed Venezuelan-Cuban physician who's sworn off romantic entanglements with patients. Unfortunately for Daniela, Manon's idea of "rest" involves testing just how immune her doctor is to charm. Unfortunately for Manon, Daniela's idea of "treatment" involves not giving in to a single ounce of her nonsense. But between sarcastic diagnoses, forbidden glances, and one too many late-night check-ups, something starts to shift. Suddenly, Manon's not sure what's causing her heart to race- the fever or her doctor. And Daniela? She's starting to think she might have finally met the one woman who could ruin her spotless reputation and perfect emotional detachment. Because love may not be in the prescription, but it's definitely one of the side effects.

Manon Bannerman was the kind of lawyer you'd hire on sight. All sharp angles and sharper wit- plaid power suits tailored to perfection, hair slicked back like a promise, expensive cologne clinging to her skin like a threat. She walked into a courtroom like she owned the deed, every step exuding the kind of confidence reserved for those inches from making senior partner. For her, litigation was a blood sport- and she never left the arena without the win. Every case she touched, she devoured. Ruthless, eloquent, and relentless, prosecutors often stalled at the mere sight of her name on paper. The courtroom was her kingdom. Her opponents? Merely entertainment. She'd smirk through their arguments, dissecting them like weak closing statements. Except for one. Daniela Avanzini. A case that refuses to end. A rival that refuses to lose. A woman who- much to Manon's absolute fury- gets under her skin in ways no legal opponent ever should. Daniela's presence is an infuriating paradox: poised, infuriatingly eloquent, and so goddamn magnetic that Manon's jaw clenches and her brow creases every time she opens her perfectly painted mouth. To them? They despise each other. To everyone else? It's obvious. Because to the jury, to the judge, to the entire courtroom gallery- the only thing louder than their arguments is the crackling, unbearable, wildly inappropriate sexual tension threatening to burn the whole place down.

"this is the type of greed they talk about in the bible." "oh yeah?" yeah... so basically, this is a Sophia-centric smut one-shots collection. fiction ≠ reality + no maknae included! + check the tags

When Manon, got the letter saying she was accepted into geffen academy. The best sports school in the country. She had one goal. Join the soccer team and prove her worth and how good she is. The only problem is, Manon isn't the best at being on time. And pushing herself. She was the best on her school team. But geffen academy was on a different level. And level she had not realized she needed to be on. So when she barely makes the soccer team, and meets the team captain. Perfectionism as a person. Timely and precise, incredibly good at soccer. Her first impression isn't great. Actually it ended up being really bad. So she made enemies with her captain. She is so screwed.

No plot. Just vibes, side-eyes, heated tension, and Sophia walking away like a the disapointed single mother she is. Did I only make this bc I've been obsessed with Marz since Lollapalooza? Yes. But who cares? There aren't enough Marz fics anyway I'll take any requests except for futanari, anything omegaverse, and x reader As YC is no longer a minor, I will only be accepting romantic relationships for her as Meichae and will not be writing smut until she turns 19

Manon swears she's done with commitment. Daniela swears she doesn't have time for love. But when a dating app match turns into something neither expected, both are forced to confront the ways they hide behind control - and how much scarier it is to be seen. On a campus where everyone's trying to figure out who they are, their connection feels like a mistake that keeps making sense. Between late-night study sessions, crowded parties, and quiet walks home, Manon and Daniela learn that falling for someone isn't about being ready - it's about meeting each other halfway.

Daniela x Manon Hybe University always attracted the best of the best. Each year, thousands of applicants would test their abilities through various activities: dancing, singing, acting, etc. Daniela Avanzini was no different. She had everything to join the academy. Looks, voice, charisma, and even connections. Coming from a rich Cuban family, the Latina woman had every right to dream big, to act big. And she got in ranking 5th on the entrance exam, placing her in the elite's class. However, someone in the class catches her attention: Manon Bannerman. A rebellious girl who looked like she didn't belong in that prestigeous academy. Alright guyssss, I've had this plot in my mind for a while and finally worked on it! Also, please don't rush me! I have tons of projects to turn in for school, but I'll try my best to stay consistent :'D Anyways, enjoy ;)

Only When It's Late follows Daniela Avanzini - a perfectionist ballet dancer with a bright future, a polished boyfriend, and a well-rehearsed life. But everything unravels the moment she's paired in rehearsal with Manon: a sharp, confident contemporary dancer who sees through every mask she wears. At an elite performing arts conservatory in New York, where ambition is currency and desire is always restrained, Daniela tries to keep control - of her body, her path, her feelings. But Manon doesn't make that easy. As stolen glances turn into late-night rehearsals, then into something Daniela can't name out loud, the lines between performance and truth blur. And when love finally dares to speak, Daniela must face the one person she's spent years hiding from - herself.