Velvet Chaos
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Mira is the quiet kind-the one who watches the world from behind metaphor-drenched thoughts and leaves before the last bell. Zayn is loud without trying, chaos stitched into his hoodie sleeves, and the kind of boy who exists in hallways like a half-finished song.
They don't talk.
They don't have a moment that defines them.
Just glances, lollipops, and the kind of slow, silent crush that feels like it could rewrite gravity.
She notices him in the pauses.
He doesn't even know her name.
But in the spaces between morning announcements and neem tree shadows, something unspoken begins. Something soft. Something that might've been love-if only the timing had listened.
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straightening up malik {zayn malik}
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Allow Us. ~ A Miromabby Story.
After the big showdown with Gwi Ma, Mira has been left in the care of two men that she hates with a passion. It's hard to fall in love with your best friend- especially when that friend is dead. But... maybe she's slowly growing feelings for those two demons she swears that she hates. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: THERE ARE MANY MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, LANGUAGE, AND SMUT IN THIS STORY. You have been warned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: MAJORITY IF NOT ALL CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS FANFICTION ARE NOT MINE AND BELONG TO THE NETFLIX MOVIE K POP DEMON HUNTERS.
"We said goodbye for the sake of growing up. But growing up didn't mean moving on." At Rosebridge University, Mirabel and Caden meet again-not as lovers, but as best friends carrying unspoken history. They broke up in high school when Mirabel's grades slipped, and she blamed the distraction of love. Caden let her go, believing they'd find their way back someday. But now that "someday" is here, everything is more complicated than he ever imagined. She's stronger. He's quieter. And their hearts? Still speaking the language of "what ifs." But in between stolen glances, late-night talks, and buried memories, their story is far from over. Because sometimes, letting go was never the end. It was just the pause before everything changed.
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