" What happened?" " I made love to him, gave him all of my attention, I tried my best to get him to love me back but none of it was enough.." "..." "..." " Maybe you tried to hard" " Yeah...Maybe I did...Thanks" Atelophobia the fear of not being good enough ✨Haikyuu x Black Fem!! reader ✨ To all of you guys that remember WAIT! THEY ALL FELL FOR ME?!? This one is for you❤️🤎 Haikyuu x Black Fem!! reader -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER:: Please keep in mind NONE of the pictures are MINE or any of the characters. 😓 All Of the credit goes to their creators NOT ME. A BLACK Y/N Please also note the following warning: CURSING WARNING, MISSPELLED WORDS, and MISTAKES (So please read at your own risk) Also, most of the haikyuu cast is in this fanfic🥰💃🏾💅🏾

She boarded the ship alone, a woman who had built her kingdom from nothing, and she left it carrying a secret that would dismantle everything she believed about power. Dahlia Whitfield was not looking for a dynasty when she arrived in Seoul. She was looking for distance. What she found was Joon Kang, the third son of a corporate empire that measured love in stock options and loyalty in silence. Their collision was accidental. Their consequences were irrevocable. When a single winter night on a Valentine's cruise leaves her pregnant with the heir to a throne she never wanted to occupy, Dahlia must navigate a world where her independence is treated as a threat and her body is treated as a negotiation. Joon has been raised to inherit before he learned to want. Engaged to a woman chosen by his father, bound to a family that devours its own, he does not know how to choose something for himself until Dahlia refuses to be chosen. As the pregnancy progresses and the Kang family's secrets unravel, two people who should have been nothing to each other must decide whether love can exist inside a fortress, whether trust can survive power, and whether a falling star can light the way home. This is not a story of rescue. R. H.

She never intended to fall into his world. At twenty-one years old, she had spent her entire life following the rules. Gentle and quietly ambitious, she believed love should be earned through trust rather than games. She entered one of Japan's most prestigious universities on scholarship, hoping to build a future her late mother would have been proud of. Romance was the last thing on her mind. He was the exact opposite. Known across campus as the untouchable heir to one of Japan's wealthiest business families, he had earned a reputation as someone who never stayed with the same woman for long. Handsome, charismatic, and impossible to ignore, he treated relationships as entertainment until he met her. She refused to be impressed by his wealth or effortless charm, making her the first woman who did not immediately fall under his spell. Intrigued by her indifference, he made her his next pursuit. What began as a simple challenge quickly spiraled beyond anyone's control. The more time they spent together, the more he discovered the quiet strength beneath her shy exterior, and the more she noticed the lonely young man buried beneath years of impossible expectations. As their lives became intertwined through university events, academic retreats, and internships, the lines between pretense and reality began to disappear. Every stolen glance and vulnerable conversation chipped away at the walls surrounding both of their hearts. But in a world where jealous rivals plotted destruction and corporate dynasties demanded loyalty above all, love was never going to be simple. This is a story about emotional maturity, sacrifice, and whether love born in deception can ever become something genuine. It explores whether even the most broken reputation can be rewritten when someone finally chooses love over pride, and whether two people from entirely different worlds can survive the fire of being truly seen. ©️ R.H.

18-year-old Amara Baptiste has spent her entire life on the beautiful island of Barbados. It's the only home she's ever known until her father's sudden death changes everything. With nowhere else to turn, Amara and her mum leave the island behind and move to South Houston to live with her aunt, hoping for a fresh start. Determined to help her family get back on their feet, Amara lands a job at a local bar. What she doesn't know is that Bayou Nights isn't just any bar, it's the favorite hangout of the infamous 713 Crew. One shift. One conversation. One wrong place at the wrong time. Suddenly, Amara finds herself caught between the life she's trying to build and a world her aunt warned her to stay far away from. Sometimes, a fresh start leads you exactly where you were never supposed to be.

Megumi isn't one for parties or being very social like his friends. One day he gets dragged to a party and meets a girl to which he then becomes hooked on her. You may even call it an addiction... How will their love story bloom? A Megumi x Black reader ff ⚠️ foul language and mature scenes include⚠️ Started: 6/20/2021 Ended: ????

She was hired to keep him alive. She did not plan on anything else. Janelle Thompson was a Black American ex-special operations soldier running from a betrayal that ended her career and nearly ended her belief in other people. She took a long-term protection contract in Shanghai: a diplomat's reckless son, a credible assassination threat, a job that should have been clean. Liang Jun was arrogant, careless, and furious about needing protection. He did everything wrong. He was also, slowly and against every reasonable expectation, someone she was not prepared for. The threat surrounding them ran deeper than a hired contract. Enemies were embedded in people Jun trusted. The organization hunting him was patient, resourceful, and closer than either of them knew. And the man from Janelle's past who showed up in China offering help had his own agenda, and she knew the shape of his help from the inside. The closer they got to the truth, the more dangerous everything became. The closer they got to each other, in stolen hours and 3 a.m. honesty and the specific intimacy that followed surviving something together, the harder it was to pretend there was still a line between the job and what this had become. This was not a quick burn. Nothing here came easily. The trust cost something. The love cost more. ©️ Relle H

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The war is over. The treaty has been signed. Imara Valen arrives at Dragon Academy-Tianlong carrying grief like a second skin, dispatched under a peace clause she had no hand in writing, forced to train beside the people who built the empire that unmade her life. The last person she expects to be bonded to by the Academy's ancient Partnership System is the Crown Prince himself, a man armored in ice and responsible for the most significant loss she has ever survived. The bond cannot be broken without consequences neither of them can afford, and it will not let them remain strangers. What follows is not a love story that begins in warmth. It begins in fury, in silence, and in the slow terrible discovery that the institution pairing them has a purpose neither of them was told. The romance is earned through friction and argument and moments where honesty costs something real. The conspiracy runs deeper than anyone inside it knows. And the grief at the center of everything refuses to stay where it was put. Dark fantasy. Slow burn. Interracial romance. Black female lead.

A storm priestess from distant shores arrives at an imperial palace expecting duty and finds something far more dangerous. The Crown Prince is cold, brilliant, and bound by political chains she wants no part of. She is foreign, powerful, and refuses to be awed by his title. Between them: a court full of knives dressed as courtesy, a sorceress with old debts and a talent for cruelty, and a slow accumulation of moments neither can afford and neither can stop. This is not a safe love story. It is a story about what it costs to survive a world that has decided what you are before you arrive, what magic does to the body that wields it, what politics do to the people who live inside them, and what happens when two people who have every reason not to trust each other choose to anyway. Characters are changed permanently. Losses are real. The darkness earns the light. Slow burn. Political intrigue. Magic with consequences. Explicit content. Adult themes throughout. If you are looking for a story where the love is real because it was paid for, where the Black woman at the center is the storm and not the setting, and where happily ever after is built rather than given - this one is for you. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

She was never supposed to be seen. Not by the palace. Not by a prince. Not by a court that had already decided what she was worth before she spoke a single word. Mi-ran tends palace gardens in Joseon-era Korea, her mind sharp as any scholar's, her world deliberately kept small by people with every reason to keep it that way. When a lantern festival puts her face and a crown prince's gaze in the same moment, something begins that neither of them is permitted to name. The court will not allow it. Lady Seon-mi will not allow it. Tradition, hierarchy, and centuries of rigid certainty about who belongs where will not allow it. They will do more than refuse it. They will attempt to end it. What follows is not a fairytale. It is an exile, a transformation, and the long hard road back to a palace that does not know what it is looking at when she walks through the gate. Mi-ran returns from the Ming Dynasty not as the gardener who was sent away but as something no one prepared for. The court that destroyed her built the version of her that will take them apart. But love was never the only cost. The people she loved paid portions of what she owed. The grief she carries is real and it does not dissolve in triumph. The man who signs her exile order loves her. Both of these things are true. Some love stories end at the altar. This one is only beginning there. A historical interracial romance set between Joseon Korea and the Ming Dynasty.