BINI Stacey Sevilleja x Chiara Fluer Versace In a world where runways gleam as bright as stage lights, and love can be stitched into silk and sound, Stacey Sevilleja, fiery BINI idol and fashion devotee, crosses paths with the untouchable Chiara Fluer Versace, the creative heiress to a fashion empire. What begins as a playful collision - a stolen glance over heels and headlines - spirals into a years-long push and pull of longing, silence, passion, and public spectacle. From whispered letters and on-stage yearning to a family name that becomes legend, Verses in Versace follows their journey from muses to mothers - building an empire not just of fashion and fame, but of love, legacy, and the beautiful chaos in between. A story stitched in heartbreak and healed with music. This is the saga of Sevilleja-Versace.

"This is just a deal, a mutual deal. I get what I want and you get you want and that's the end of discussion, and remember, no falling in love." A/N: This is a BINI x OC I hope you guys enjoy reading!:^)

Mic Drop Harmony (BINI_Aiah & Female!Reader Fanfiction) 🚫 Male Readers ❗❗❗DNI ❗❗❗ You were destined to clash. Y/N, the lead guitarist of a rising band, and Aiah, the fiery rapper of your cousin's chart-topping girl group, were constantly at odds. BINI stole the spotlight at every award show, leaving yours frustrated. Aiah's competitive spirit mirrored your own, and onstage, the sparks flew - but not the kind you wanted. Everything changes when a steamy collaboration throws you together. Forced to work side-by-side, the line between rivalry and undeniable attraction blurs. Behind the scenes, you discover the girl beneath the confident facade. Aiah isn't just your competition; she's funny, talented, and hiding a secret vulnerability that resonates with your own. Can you rewrite the narrative from enemies to something more, all while navigating the pressures of fame and the watchful eyes of the industry? 🚫 Male Readers ❗❗❗DNI ❗❗❗ This is a work of fiction. The portrayal of characters and situations may not reflect their canon counterparts. Please read responsibly. No character bashing. 🚫 Male Readers ❗❗❗DNI ❗❗❗

(Jhoanna X OC) (Stacey X OC) Clair Mikaelson, the firstborn daughter of the president of the Crescent Group-the most powerful business empire in the Philippines-was determined to build a life far from the shadow of her family's influence. But her carefully crafted independence is shattered when an attempt on her life reveals a long-buried secret: the identity of her biological mother, deeply tied to the very world Clair vowed to escape. To uncover the truth and make sense of the dangerous existence she has endured, Clair returns to the Philippines, ready to confront the dark and twisted realm she despises. Yet her journey takes an unexpected turn when she encounters something she's never known-friendship, care, and love. Deprived of these connections her entire life, Clair finds herself grappling with a world she had never dared to hope for. As she balances the quest for answers with the possibility of a life she's only dreamed of, Clair must decide: will these newfound bonds give her the strength to face the truth, or will they complicate her mission to uncover it. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and unexpected hope, Clair's choices will define not only her future but her very identity.

Sheena Catacutan x Fem reader At 21, Sheena Mae Catacutan lives life like a dance-fluid, loud, and full of light. She's the kind of girl who walks into a room and makes it feel like summer, all sunshine and laughter, the bubbly jokerist everyone leans on. A dancer since she could walk and the emotional glue of her chaotic circle of friends, Sheena hides her deepest fears behind rhythm and punchlines. She's never known silence, never questioned her joy-until she stumbles into the university's forgotten library wing one rainy afternoon. There, covered in dust and time, is a book with no author. Only a title etched in fading gold: "The Next Page." Curiosity trumps reason. She opens it. Inside, a story unfolds-a dancer named Sera, all sunshine and sass, meets a quiet girl named Gia, a cancer survivor who hides her body and brilliance behind oversized hoodies and self-doubt. Sera sees her. Pulls her into the light. Teaches her how to dance again, how to live again. It's beautiful, heart-wrenching, eerily... familiar. Too familiar. Sheena keeps reading, chapter after chapter, drawn into the uncanny parallels-Sera's jokes, her moves, even the way she argues. It's her. And Gia? Someone she hasn't met... yet. Not until a few weeks later, when she crosses paths with Y/N Ricalde-Vergara, a soft-spoken girl with a voice she barely uses and eyes that carry the weight of someone who's fought wars no one saw. She's brilliant. Talented. Broken in ways she never talks about. And Sheena? She's instantly drawn to her. It should've been a meet-cute. But the moment Sheena sees her-really sees her-the book falls out of her bag. Same girl. Same smile. Same sadness. Unknowingly, Sheena has begun living the prophecy of the book she found. And every page that turns is a step closer to something beautiful... or something heartbreaking. Because some books aren't just stories. Some books write you.

Lindtsey Stacey Aubrey Sevilleja x Fem reader Prompt: Y/N Malisorn, the cheerful, easy-going underclassman, has secretly loved Stacey, the cold, proud top student, for years - even if Stacey treats her like competition she wants to crush. What Stacey doesn't know is that the anonymous flowers and snacks she's been getting for three years are from Y/N, who's too shy and too gay to even stand within a meter of her without combusting. Only Y/N's best friend, Sheena, knows the truth, and has been the secret messenger all along. In public, Y/N and Stacey are rivals - the known "Queen Bee vs Happy Clown" energy at their elite school - but privately, Y/N's heart races every time Stacey so much as glances at her. Stacey, raised by two powerful women, Freen and Becky, grew up with a wall around her heart, suspicious of anyone who approached her. Meanwhile, Y/N, daughter of famous actresses Faye and Yoko, hides her wealthy background and lives modestly to avoid judgment. One day, due to a misunderstanding and a little scheming from Sheena, Y/N and Stacey have to fake date to save their reputations after a scandalous photo spreads online. Forced to act sweet on each other for the media, Stacey starts noticing how genuine Y/N's smile is and how her laughter makes Stacey's world feel a little less lonely. As fake hand-holding turns into real hand-holding, and fake flirting turns into real stolen glances, the rivalry between them shifts into something dangerously tender. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. What happens when Stacey finds out that the anonymous gifts she secretly treasured were always from Y/N - the girl she once thought she hated?

Mary loi "Yves" Ricalde is a rising star in the modern art world, known for her deep love of oil paints and antique treasures. Unlike her peers, who chase digital trends and NFT canvases, Maloi spends her days haunting vintage shops and estate sales, seeking inspiration from forgotten eras. One rainy afternoon, tucked in the corner of a dusty old curiosity shop, she finds a haunting portrait of a young girl-eighteen, dressed in vintage lace, eyes filled with sorrow. She feels an inexplicable pull. The old shopkeeper, eyes clouded with memory, tells her the girl's name: Y/N Edevane, a princess from the late 1800s who took her own life just days before her arranged marriage. Rumors whispered of her forbidden love for another girl-a scandal impossible to bear in her time. Consumed by guilt, denial, and the fear of disgracing her family, she chose to disappear... permanently. As Maloi gazes deeper into the painting, a strange glow flickers from its frame. A shadow appears behind her-Irene, a fallen angel bound to the shop and time itself. Irene offers Maloi a dangerous choice: step through a magical portal into the year 1887, just weeks before Y/N's death, and try to change her fate. Maloi, moved by the princess's silent pain and driven by the what-ifs of history, accepts. In a world of corsets, etiquette, and forbidden glances, Maloi must convince Y/N that loving another girl isn't a curse-it's a right. But as she tries to save the girl from her tragic end, something unexpected happens: Maloi herself begins to fall in love with her. Now Maloi faces a heart-wrenching choice-can she pull Y/N into the future, away from a world that doesn't accept her? Or will time itself punish them for changing what was once meant to be?

Gwen Apuli x Fem Reader She was forged in fire. She was broken in silence. And fate? It made them collide. Gwen Apuli lives two lives-Galene, the cold, calculating mafia boss feared across cities, and Gwen, the stoic woman who barely speaks but leads with quiet intensity. Her heart is armor... until a stranger with trembling hands dares to touch it. Y/N Ynez once had it all-top grades, a promising future, a dream she never got to chase. But when family turned against her and the world offered no mercy, she fell. Homeless, haunted, and hollowed out, Y/N swore she'd survive without losing her soul. But hunger doesn't wait for pride. And the day she steals a wallet to stay alive... fate drops her into the lion's den. What she didn't know? That wallet belonged to Galene-the Mafia queen of shadows. But instead of bullets... came an offer. Instead of punishment... came protection. And somewhere between loyalty and longing, blood and bruises... Came a love neither of them expected. Two broken women. One stolen moment. And a war neither saw coming.

This story is a fem!reader fanfiction inspired by the amazing members of BINI. Please keep in mind that while the story features real people, everything here is purely fictional and meant for entertainment only. None of the events or personalities described represent the real lives of the members. If you choose to read, please enjoy with respect and an open heart!

BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader) Female Reader ONLY ❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️ 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.