★ MITSUBA X VANILLA!
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sugar and stardust by katielol_12
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Sugar and Stardust Vanilla lives in a pastel world-soft giggles, silly moments, and more bows than she can count. But when she receives a glittery invite to the biggest costume party of the year, she's swept into something straight out of her sweetest daydreams. Enter Mitsuba-sharp, stylish, and wrapped in coral pink sass. he's beautiful, bold, and not at all what Vanilla expected... yet somehow, exactly what she needed. Between sugar-dusted cupcakes, awkward slow dances, and starry-eyed moments in moonlight, the night becomes something more than dress-up and candy. Something real. Something soft. Something sparkly. A fluffy, magical mxf romance where sweetness meets snark and two girls fall into each other like sugar and stardust.
kiss the fang  by katielol_12
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In a world veiled by shadows and blood, where monsters are not always the ones with fangs, Vanilla, a seasoned hunter cloaked in secrecy and suspicion, walks the line between duty and desire. Hardened by years of nightly hunts and a childhood shaped by betrayal, Vanilla trusts steel over people, instinct over kindness. Her nights are silent, her heart colder still-until she meets him. Sousuke Mitsuba, a vampire with a sharp tongue and sharper teeth, is anything but what the legends warned her about. Arrogant, foul-mouthed, and maddeningly charming, Mitsuba is more interested in ego trips and aesthetic than carnage-until his dark past claws its way back into the present. Beneath his bravado lies a loneliness so potent, it might just be the most dangerous thing about him. Their paths were never meant to cross. She's trained to end him. He's cursed to evade her. But when a string of brutal murders begins threatening both vampire and hunter factions alike, the two must form a precarious alliance to uncover the truth-a truth that runs deeper than myth, darker than blood, and deadlier than either of them anticipated. What begins as reluctant cooperation quickly spirals into something more-something unspoken, something forbidden. In stolen moments beneath moonlit trees and ruined chapels, in half-meant insults and near-death encounters, something ancient awakens between them. Desire. Understanding. A bond that defies the rules written in blood and centuries of hatred. But neither side forgets easily. The Hunter's Code forbids compassion. The Vampire Elders punish weakness. And secrets-especially theirs-do not stay buried for long. Kiss the Fang is a gothic enemies-to-lovers tale that threads suspense with yearning, brutality with intimacy. Set in a richly atmospheric world of haunted forests and crumbling cathedrals, this story examines the duality of predator and prey, and asks: What if the one you were meant to kill... is the only one who ever saw you?
practice until it hurts... by katielol_12
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Practice Until It Hurts Two prodigies. One spot. And no room for failure. Vanilla Auclair never asked to be a pianist-but she's good at it. Too good to quit now. Ice-cold precision, endless hours alone at the keys, and a burning need to win are all she knows. She doesn't crave the spotlight, just the silence that follows a perfect performance. Sousuke Mitsuba? He lives for it. Violin in hand, chin held high, and ego even higher. He's confident, cocky, and dangerously talented. Music is his world-and the stage is where he shines brightest. When a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity arises-a high-stakes competition for a coveted spot in a rising elite band-their school becomes a pressure cooker of nerves, jealousy, and obsession. Vanilla and Mitsuba quickly rise to the top, their rivalry turning personal as practice rooms become battlegrounds and every note could be the difference between glory or going unnoticed. But the line between hate and something else blurs with each shared glance and every bitter, silent moment backstage. In a world that demands perfection, how much can they give before the music breaks them?