Fics like sugar, spice, and everyone's type

Rumi laughs first, soft, bright, perfectly timed, like she always does, like she’s been doing her whole life. Zoey knows that laugh all too well. “Well,” she says, tilting her head just slightly, the picture of modesty, “Zoey’s the sugar—” Zoey feels the word land on her skin like something sticky, something that clings. “— Mira’s the spice,” Rumi continues easily, and Mira hums beside her, amused, already leaning into it, already playing along, “and I’m…” There’s a pause— long enough to feel intentional. Rumi smiles, small and self-aware and just shy of smug. “Well. I’m everyone’s type.” The interviewer laughs, delighted. The cameras drink it in. OR: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey star in a highly-anticipated historical romance drama with a princess, an arranged marriage, and a forbidden love. Off screen, the tropes don’t stay fictional. Between Mira and Rumi's PR-stunt fake relationship, Zoey and Rumi's dating history no one knows about, and Zoey and Mira's secret relationship that complicates everything, the line between performance and reality starts to blur. It would be easier if it were just acting. There's a script for fuck's sake. No one is following it.

Fics like sugar, spice, and everyone's type

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