" so whenever you ask me again, how i feel. please remember, my answer is you. " [au]: reunion friends to lovers / second chance love

"Arranged Marriage isn't about love, right?"   "Then why does it hurt when you don't look at me?" Love wasn't missing. It was waiting, patiently, painfully. He never promised her love. She never asked for it. But hearts never listen to rules. arranged marriage | slow burn | romance | angst 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing n.riki

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m

prince!yunho x princess!reader (arranged marriage au) | 'I'll be a friend to you, if nothing more' is the promise Yunho, Prince of Wonderland, makes when you, the Princess of Eden find yourself in an arranged marriage with him to avoid war. However, war approaches and Eden sides with the enemy. will you and Yunho stick with each other? Will you find love in this arranged marriage?

Despite being used, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. After all, she found solace in her self-less act; people pleasing. However, he wanted to change that. "For the love of god, you're allowed to say no." [au: acceptance/friends to lovers]

❛ they say good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught ❜ [ a lee heeseung fic. ] Started: ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ 27 august 2024 Finished:‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ 5 december 2024 most impressive rankings- #1 in kpop #1 in lhs #2 in enhypen #2 in street #1 in enhypenheeseung ©-ASTR0HEE all rights reserved, 2024‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎

In which a hardheaded princess meets a soft-hearted tailor in the midst of her unwanted marriage. . . . . |Content Warning: Mention of S.A|

I was born with blood on my hands. They call me a Variant. A thief. A monster. But I never asked for this power, the one that steals what it touches, that drains the life and leaves only silence. I've lived in the shadows, hidden from the kingdom that would rather see me burned than breathing. Until he found me. Cassian Draven. Crown's weapon. Soldier. Executioner. He was sent to kill me. Instead, he watched me. Touched me. And nothing has been the same since.

❝Forget the champagne, victory feels like you.❞

In which a girl and her fanboy brother go on a planned trip to France which gets interrupted by a charming professional racer with whom she has a lovely hateful romance... . . . .