A story between Lara and Manon (Marz) from KATSEYE. There may be smut at someone. I'm unsure as of right now. 18+ I will be posting two chapters at a time. mostly. ***Please don't judge me. This is my first story***

In the fiercely competitive world of elite handball, Lara Raj and Manon Bannerman are everything the other is not-and everything the other stands in the way of. As captains of rival teams climbing from regional leagues toward the national championship, they are locked in a battle for victory, pride, and control. To the outside world, their rivalry is electric. To Lara, it's something else entirely. They have a history neither of them talks about-and only one truly remembers. As their teams are forced into close quarters-shared practices, shared hotels, shared road trips-the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Every look lasts too long, every collision feels personal, every victory tastes like loss. Because some rivalries aren't born on the court. They're written long before the first whistle blows.

oneshots? little stories? i needed to put my marz obsession somewhere requests are open :) contains fluff and smut

Marz bc WHAT ELSE DO I WRITE

Manon is basically a genius who decided to become her friends' teacher. The tension between "best friend" and "authority figure" is going to be something she has to figure out. Since she skipped a few grades, she gets to navigate her friends' senior year as their teacher. Will this distract her from her job as a teacher? Will she give in to things that might put her job on the line? Hope y'all enjoy! (definitely being a jerk and putting all the ships in the tags, guess you have to find out what happens)

Lara spends most of her days with her best friend: Lena. But every time she runs into Lena's sister, Manon, she feels something she isn't supposed to feel. Lara is convinced nothing could ever happen between them. And besides, Manon already has a girlfriend, right? Until one night, something changes, when they are all at a party, and Manon and Lara lock eyes... DISCLAIMER: The events and characters in this fanfic are not based on real life facts. Please be respectful in any real life commentary about anyone this story is inspired with.

Manon and Lara enter their senior year of high-school as academic rivals since last grade. Manon drowns herself in books and notes. Her only obsession other than grades? An old Xbox game released from 2014, Street Fighters I. The game faded from popularity ever since more games started to have better graphics and ideas. Although Manon stuck with it, she never really had her PLAYER 2. Until one rainy day, her enemy, Lara, carries a bag. A keychain of Manon's least favorite character from Street Fighters I hanging loosely at the zipper.

In a world where reputation is the only currency that matters, a public betrayal forces a world-renowned icon and a rising musical genius into a high-stakes alliance. Bound by a contract but driven by their own hidden motives, they must navigate a landscape of flashing lights and calculated whispers where every move is watched. As the boundaries of their arrangement begin to shift, the pressure of the spotlight threatens to expose the one thing they didn't account for. In the end, they'll have to decide if the roles they're playing are worth the price of the truth.

Manon and Megan are infamous, not for their grades, but for their unapologetic chaos. So when Lara Raj, the school's untouchable Queen Bee, deliberately excludes them from her lavish 18th birthday party, the message is clear. This means war. The duo plans the ultimate party crash, but as the night unravels, so does everything else. Manon finds herself distracted by an unexpected kiss with her sworn enemy, while Megan is caught between a stolen moment with her crush and a confession from her best friend, Yoonchae. Suddenly, the line between enemies and something more becomes blurry. (Marz - Enemies to Lovers, Meichae - Friends to Lovers)

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 - 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴" 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩...