Freen is the intersex princess of a kingdom under threat. Her enemies plan to assassinate her, so her parents devise a clever plan'. send her away to a faraway university under the guise of a male student, keeping her true identity a secret.....

"I never knew, it would be possible. For you to be with me." - Freen Sarocha Chankimha "I want you to know. I love you the most, i'll always be there right by your side." - Rebecca Patricia Armstrong This story is a fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading.🐰🦦💖🌷🧚

Freen, a wealthy heiress, left behind a life of luxury to be with Becky, a hardworking daily wage laborer. Together, they built a modest yet loving home, cherishing each moment despite their struggles. While Freen's receptionist job provided stability, Becky dreamed of giving her wife the lavish life she once knew. Determined to surprise Freen with grand gestures, Becky ventured into the world of stocks, only to face repeated losses. As love and ambition collide, their journey tests their resilience, teaching them that true happiness isn't measured in wealth, but in the strength of their love.

"Remember, don't try to cross the line again Rebecca.." - Freen Sarocha "Dont worry, I won't...because I never wanted to cross it again Sarocha..." - Becky Armstrong Love? Again? Will their hearts reconnect again in the end? 18+!

A short and sweet dose of FreenBecky's love to send you back to sleep. These are all fragments of my imagination-scenarios that have nothing to do with their real lives. I may be inspired by them and their love, but that's where it ends. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental ;) This is just for us delusional moots to bask in their love. Each chapter is a lullaby-soft, sweet, and full of warmth. Don't expect too much of... you know 😉, but you can expect Love, drama, romance, angst and all the little moments that make them so special. I'll update whenever I find something beautiful to write about, but since each chapter is complete on its own, this could be a never-ending series... only if you want it to be. So, with all your love and support, let's begin. Let's root for our babies and their love. 💙✨

Rebecca "Becky" Patricia Armstrong is famous, adored by millions, and has created a public persona of sweetness, kindness, and beauty. Her fans love her, but no one knows the full story behind Becky-the fact that she's intersex and has kept this secret from the world, afraid of rejection and judgment. Freen Chankimha is an artist, a photographer who loves nature and animals, and is grounded and authentic. She's not obsessed with Becky's fame, but respects her work, especially her music. Freen loves women, but isn't looking for fame or drama-she just loves life in her own way. Her admiration for Becky is personal, emotional, and genuine. -------------------- ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Becky G!P Also, mature content. If you feel uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story.⚠️⚠️⚠️

Crybaby Childish Cute.... I need her I want her I own her- body, mind, and soul Most of all, I love her....... BECKY Top FREEN gip Disclaimer: Story isn't mine, so all credits to the original author.

This story took place after the end of season 1 of the book. (with same title) You'll understand this season better if you start reading from season 1. It's a fictional story about Freen and Becky's real life experiences together. It's their story after shooting GAP the series

What happens when all the cameras are gone? Is it really all just fan service? FreenBeck fanfic

The first time I lost her, it was raining. The second time, thunder cracked the sky. The third time, she was in my bed-but she wasn't mine. I used to believe silence was safety. That if I stayed quiet long enough, still enough, the world would forget I existed. It worked for a while. Until Becky Armstrong walked into my life with scraped knees, a crooked smile, and the kind of laugh that made silence feel like punishment. She was loud. Bright. Reckless. And I loved her-quietly, desperately. I never told her. Not when she kissed my cousin. Not when she kissed me. Not even when she said it meant nothing. So I left. I built a life out of steel and silence. And now she's here again-living in my house, breathing my air, asking for forgiveness I don't know how to give. She says she wants to be used. But I don't think she understands. I don't want to use her. I want to destroy her. And the worst part? I still love her. - Freen Sarocha Chakminha