War Wanarat didn't see graduating from college as a liberation like most people would. Instead, he found himself tied down in an unexpected marriage with an older alpha named Yin Anan Wong. From being under his father's control to being neglected by a husband he hardly knew, War's life took a drastic turn. Yin's absence during the day, assisting his uncle in managing the family business, only added to War's sense of isolation. However, destiny had other ideas for them. When the Wong business faced challenges, both War and Yin were forced to set aside their differences and work together as allies and even roommates to overcome the obstacles and rebuild their lives. ________ 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.

Their love story, once a peaceful sanctuary, is tested by the sudden return of War's charismatic high school friend.

Stop laughing! Fear me, you Neanderthal! ________ 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.

"Who said it was just a one-time thing?" War shot back. Mai's eyes sparkled as she grinned. "SPILL THE TEA!" she insisted in a playful tone. *** a YinWar one shot *** ________ 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.

War, an artist, encounters Yin, a popular graduate student, at a vending machine, leading to an awkward yet charming interaction where War helps retrieve a stuck candy bar but ends up getting his hand stuck. ________ 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.

When 911 dispatcher Yin answers a call, he expects an emergency. Instead, he finds War-hiding from his abusive boyfriend, not asking for rescue, but for a voice gentle enough to keep him alive. What begins as a lifeline, becomes something else neither of them can let go of. A story of survival, about scars, about hope, about trust. About a gentle soul kept in the dark, daring to reach out for the light. Updates every Wednesdays and Saturdays! PLEASE READ: TW: This story portrays themes of domestic violence and emotional abuse (not between the mains), which may be triggering for some readers. I wrote it with care, but please prioritize your well-being and step away if it feels too heavy. And if you are struggling or know someone who is, I want you to remember-you are never alone, and help is out there. Remember I don't own the characters, and I'm not pushing any narratives onto anybody. As always, this is just for our enjoyment!

Collab Story: Seasoned Love! Ten authors. One YinWar tale. 24 days of cozy chaos, snow, & surprise twists - an advent calendar that you read. Expect fluff, xmas vibes, maybe a hot-chocolate disaster or two. Follow to unwrap a new chapter daily.

Uploading all my ao3 works here at a snail pace hehe - This story is being translated to Hungarian by the lovely @mdeveraux here on wattpad! This story is a one shot, but also has a second part (3 chapters long) that I'll upload after this. I cannot deal with tags here, so here's a peak: He looks at Mark with so much yearning, the question that slips out of him feels like a declaration of love. 'Mark...will you let me hold you, just once?' Jack asks, and he looks so, so weak as he mumbles his request, voice small and scared and desperate in between his quivering breaths. 'I know you're not him, I just...I-I never thought I'd get to see...feel him again' he explains, stuttering over his words, eyes pleading. '...please?' He whispers brokenly, eyes wet. OR: Jack meets Mark. Mark meets Jack. An encounter neither of them know how to handle. They do the best they can. TW: There are mentions of thoughts of suicide, but nothing major than that. Jack is mourning, and finds solace in Mark. Enjoy ♥️

The final stop of their exhausting day brings an unexpected quiet between them, the kind that hints at a shift without explaining it.

Two strangers. One bookshop. And a season that brings their hearts together. socmed fic. cozy fall vibes 🍂 fluff ✨ strangers to lovers 🧡 Disclaimer: this is a fictional story.