Two seasons. One apartment. A connection that shouldn't exist. When your only lifeline is a voice from another season, how far will you go to bridge the gap?

In the final age of civilization, humanity survives behind towering walls, artificial skies, and cities built to outlast catastrophe. Astraeus stands untouched at the center of the world's remaining order, governed by ruthless precision and defended by Commander Kael Arden, the heir to one of its most powerful bloodlines. Beyond the ocean storms lies Veyrune, an independent city forged through survival, where Colonel Eryn Dale leads civilians through a disaster no human mind can fully comprehend. When entire districts begin vanishing without ruin, when the ocean itself turns hostile, and when impossible entities known only as Nullforms emerge from beneath reality itself, Veyrune is forced to seek help from the one city it swore never to depend on. But the approaching catastrophe is older than war, larger than civilization, and tied to Kael and Eryn in ways neither of them understands. Because across countless universes, one truth remains unchanged: If Eryn dies, existence dies with him. And every time Kael dies trying to save him, the universe begins again. As worlds collapse and reality fractures, two strangers are pulled toward each other through storms, memory, sacrifice, and something far deeper than fate itself.

Sky who has quietly loved Nani all through his high school years, chose to leave his love unsaid. Even though time flew, Sky never moved on and still loved Nani just the same when he was 16. Ten years later, the fate brings together. Sky meets Nani again at his workplace, but something about him gave him the shock he never expected. A journey of unspoken love, second chances, rediscovery coupled with rekindled romance and from first kiss to last love. Will Sky's unrequited love be finally returned and sealed?

~One saw through walls. The other saw through souls. Together, they saw too much.~ In a city split between silence and slaughter, peace exists only in the places untouched by the Rift-an unseen Slayers emerge like living disasters. They do not kill for pleasure alone... they kill for something far more disturbing: orders that no one can trace, no authority can challenge, and no law can survive. Senior Lieutenant Nani Hirunkit is one of the few officers willing to chase the nightmare through its own darkness. Sharp-tongued, relentless, and carrying a hidden gift in his gaze that reveals more than human sight should allow, he has built his life around catching monsters others refuse to name. But everything changes the night he meets him A Slayer who moves like a shadow with a smile too calm for a killer, too close for comfort, and too intelligent to be just another weapon. He doesn't just evade capture-he engages Nani, taunts him, flirts with him in the middle of violence, and seems to know far more about Nani than he should. What begins as a pursuit turns into something far more dangerous: a shared obsession with the truth behind the Rift Slayers. As blood spills across rooftops and secrets begin to surface, hunter and hunted find themselves bound in a game neither fully controls. Because in a city where monsters exist, the most terrifying question isn't who kills... It's who is really pulling the strings behind them.

In the quiet outskirts of 1970s Thailand, hidden beyond the noise of crowded streets and rain-soaked alleyways, stands a small flower shop with a wooden plate "All Flowers Reside Here" By day, it is filled with the scent of jasmine, damp wood, and fresh-cut lilies. By night, it exists at the center of a string of murders tied to a case the police buried years ago. Police Captain Wongravee nateetorn, dangerously observant, and the youngest investigator assigned to the division, goes undercover to uncover the truth behind a series of carefully staged killings marked by flowers and symbolic arrangements. What he does not expect is the florist. Quiet. Precise. Gentle in ways that felt almost unnatural. A man who notices too much. A man who keeps his grief arranged as carefully as his bouquets. A man who has spent years doing terrible things for reasons he believes were necessary. As suspicion slowly turns into familiarity, and familiarity into something far more intimate, the detective finds himself caught between duty and understanding. Because beneath the murders lies something larger than a serial case - an old corruption protected by power, buried evidence, and violence disguised as justice. And somewhere along the way, the two men standing on opposite sides of the investigation begin finding comfort in each other's silence. One is haunted by what he failed to save. The other by what he had to become to protect the people left behind. In a story woven through murder investigations, psychological trauma, hidden flower meanings, and the quiet ache of survival, two damaged men are forced to confront the question neither of them knows how to answer: When violence becomes the only way to keep living- what part of a person is left afterward?

The Federation's strongest weapon is breaking. Commander Sky Wongravee - a Triple-S Alpha - burns everything in his path. No Omega can survive him. No system can contain him. Until one does. Nani Hirunkit wasn't sent to save him. He was sent to control him. A rare Omega. A living conduit. A solution the Federation never intended to explain. But some power cannot be suppressed. Some instincts refuse to obey. And when fire finally meets something it recognizes- it doesn't calm. It chooses. In a world where bonds are weaponized and loyalty is conditional, the question is no longer who belongs to who- but what happens when a monster learns restraint... for only one person.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ One spy. Three monsters. A mission destined to go up in flames. Nani is a spy with a death wish. His targets? Sky, Dew, and Tee, the three most dangerous men in Thailand. His mission?Infiltrate the most feared trio in Thailand and burn their empire to the ground. Sky- the silent, dangerous center of the storm. He never needs to raise his voice to command a room... or Nani's heartbeat. Dew- a man who treats murder like a hobby and kindness like a sin. The first to threaten Nani's life... and the first to shield him from a bullet. Tee- the psychological executioner. He specializes in breaking souls, but he's found something in Nani he'd rather keep whole. Nani knew the mission would be suicide. He didn't know it would be a slow seduction into the dark. Every day in their world is a test of survival. Every mistake feels fatal. And after every threat, Nani is calling his handler, cursing him out, swearing he's aborting the mission. But every night, he sinks deeper into the web. Somewhere between violence and chaos, the lines begin to blur. A touch feels like a sin. A glance burns too long. A kiss feels like betrayal. What starts as infiltration slowly becomes something far more dangerous, attachment. When love feels like a liability and trust becomes a weapon, none of them know where this will lead. This is a story of lies, obsession, dark romance, and a found family built in blood. The mission was to destroy them. The reality is becoming one of them. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

A SkyNani story based on Hanahaki legends

A not-so-romantic FF of SkyNani which starts with obsession and ends with Toxicity. Nothing is fluffy here. Read at your own risk. MORALLY GREY MALE LEAD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. TOXIC AND DARK ROMANCE. INCLUDES STALKING AND OTHER THINGS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE. Update schedule : Every alternate day. I DO NOT COPY ANYONE'S WORK. ❌ DO NOT COPY MY WORK. ❌ You can read my other two skynani ffs on YT. YT channel : Lan_er_gege #skynani #skynani ff

"In the world of the Wu, miracles aren't free. They are bought with skin, bone, and blood." Jirapat "Pete" Pruetchaianan's life ended the moment he signed his termination papers. A star athlete with no game left to play, he was a man waiting for the void-until he met Niran. Niran is a Wu, a weaver of the unseen, possessed of a power that is as beautiful as it is grotesque. He can see the "Knot of Fate" in every person-the exact moment their life will shatter. He can untie those knots. He can save the doomed. But there is a law to the universe: Destiny cannot be destroyed; it can only be transferred. To save a life, Niran must take their agony into his own body. Every tragedy he prevents for others manifests as a weeping scar or a blackened mark on his own skin. He is a living map of stolen deaths, slowly rotting under the weight of "miracles" he performed for strangers. When Niran hires Pete as his assistant, Pete thinks he's finally found a way to outrun his own bad luck. But the realization is a blade to the heart: the more Pete tries to protect Niran, the more Niran uses his power to keep Pete alive. For every bullet Pete dodges, a hole opens in Niran's soul. For every day Pete finds a reason to live, Niran loses a day of his own. In a world where every smile is paid for with a secret scream, Pete must face the ultimate question: How do you save a man whose only purpose is to die for you? DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction born from a deep love for high-stakes fantasy and the kind of angst that leaves your heart in pieces. Please be advised: the author is absolutely not responsible for any emotional trauma, sudden urges to cry over fictional men, or the crushing weight of "The Debt." This was written because im bored to wait for the drama and hihi enjoyed.