Accepting suggestions from anyone who would like to read one shots or short stories about Tonfah and Typhoon.

A collection of soft, domestic and comforting Tonfah x Typhoon oneshots and AUs. None of the characters belong to me, credits to the original author of the novel and the characters. I only own the storylines for oneshots or AUs I create, that's all!

Fourever You one shots

Typhoon has always been told that he is lucky. He can't say they are wrong. His fiance, the guy he has been engaged to for most of his life is who most people consider perfect. He is academically brilliant, charming, awfully good-looking and above all that has a heart of gold. The engagement was arranged but Tonfah, his fiance has always been kind to him. He smiles like an angel but the eyes, the eyes speak a different story. They are of a starved devil. A velvet covered knife that no one sees coming till it's too late. Ever imagined a dark romance for Fahphoon? 😉(Omegaverse)

Typhoon comes from a long line of Bluebood vampires, admired by many yet also feared for being deadly. But despite the luxury and respect, his life had always been missing something: Love. Tonfah, secretary to Typhoon's older brother Johan, has been with the family for centuries, as his previous family members also served the Bluebloods. Despite his caring personality, he always drew a fine line between his personal and professional life. Yet, when it came to Typhoon, he found that he couldn't stop himself from crossing the boundaries from time to time... This is a sequel to Moonlit Lovers.

Driven by a desire to create a "bubble of happiness" in an often-gray world, North decided there was no better way to manufacture joy than through the magic of a wedding. He poured that passion into launching his own agency, quickly becoming the architect behind dozens of "happily ever afters." However, his professional composure was put to the ultimate test the day his newest client walked through the door: Johan, the man who had occupied North's daydreams for years. Now, North finds himself in the bittersweet position of planning the perfect day for his crush, knowing he's the one holding the clipboard, while someone else will be holding Johan's hand.

In a world where power is the only currency that matters, Johan Chavalwit was born with an abundance of it and the ruthlessness to match. He ran his family's empire with surgical precision, viewing people as assets and emotions as liabilities. But when a quiet, unshakable student named North walked into his office, Johan found himself facing the one thing his fortune could never control.

"It wasn't me, Johan! Please, you have to believe me!" North's voice cracked, the plea lost in the rising wind. "Stop with the lies, North!" Johan's roar rivaled the storm, his face twisted into a mask of pure fury. "I will make your life a living hell. Do you hear me? A living hell!" The sky finally broke. Heavy droplets cascaded down North's face, mingling with salt and sorrow until they were indistinguishable from his tears. As a low, guttural rumble of thunder shook the very ground beneath them, the world seemed to dim. This wasn't just a falling out. It was the beginning of a new end.

Daotok's perfect world-the one he had carefully imagined, the one where control meant safety and silence meant power-was quietly collapsing. The walls he had built to protect himself were giving way, piece by piece. The anger, the secrecy, the spite he had clung to so tightly had never shielded him at all. They had only isolated him further. Now everything felt like it was slipping through his fingers. And the cruelest irony of all- The only thing left to hold on to, the only thing steady enough to keep him from completely falling apart, were the hands of the one man he had sworn to hate. Arthit Akkarakitwattanakul. _______ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I do not own the series or characters. The story continues after the san francisco trip, with a little twist, Daotok falls first for Arthit. It's just my imagination how their story will look like if dao fell first, Consider it a fanfiction. so just enjoy : )