''Kanghan, this is my peer mentee - his name is Gun.'' Gun instantly knew, just like how his mother had told him. Kanghan Krittin Sukprasert. They lock eyes, but Gun is careful to feign an air of nonchalance, though he's all too aware of how the fourth-year student straightens up the moment he catches a whiff of the omega's scent. - / - or the fic whereby Gun is a very determined omega and he'll stop at nothing (even break up a relationship) to make sure that the Alpha he desires ends up madly in love with him.

Perth Vichayut Tanapon-CEO of the Vichayut Group by day, ruthless mafia ruler of the underworld by night. Feared by all, unforgiving to traitors, and never outsmarted... until one night at a bar. When Perth's eyes met Santa's, something shifted. Unlike everyone else who trembled before him, Santa's gaze didn't falter. Perth wanted him instantly. But Santa was different-his identity hidden, his tracks erased, as if someone powerful was protecting him. Not from the underworld, because nothing in Perth's empire went unnoticed. What will happen when Perth discovers who Santa truly is? Will his obsession remain lust, or transform into something far more dangerous... or sweeter? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Just writing for fun, Hope you all enjoy 🖤🤍✨

My new fanfic with SANTAPERTH Genre: BL, MPREG, FAMILY MATTER, ALPHA, OMEGA, ACTORS... MUHC MORE 🔞 DON'T READ IF U DON'T LIKE MPREG. JUST A WARNING.

Santa Pongsapak solois muda berbakat yang tengah naik daun. Suaranya khas, senyumnya menawan, dan setiap panggung adalah miliknya. Kariernya bersinar cepat, terlalu cepat. Semua orang bilang dia akan jadi legenda baru di industri musik Thailand. Hingga satu malam mengubah segalanya. Sebuah ciuman satu foto yang bocor ke publik. Dan satu nama yang memilih diam dan menyangkal segalanya Perth Tanapon, rockstar ternama yang dicintai jutaan penggemar. Dalam semalam, Santa berubah dari bintang ke sampah industri Entertainment Thailand. Kontrak diputus, proyek dihentikan, dan media sosial menjadi medan perang yang tak berpihak. Perth? Popularitasnya justru semakin melonjak. Sementara Santa dipaksa menghilang.

Just want to try a Fanfiction for Pondphuwin and Perthsanta.Hope you all like it ❤️

Crossing the river was forbidden-but Prince Santa never obeyed the rules. Disguised as a servant in the rival kingdom's castle, he becomes the personal attendant to cold, enigmatic Prince Perth. Every glance is a risk. Every touch, treason. But as their stolen moments ignite into something deeper, the truth threatens to destroy them. When Santa's identity is exposed, the two princes must choose: betray their kingdoms... or betray their hearts. How far will they go for a love that could start a war? Side ships: Pondphuwin, Gemfourth Started: 09/06/2025 Ended: 25/07/2025

Sebuah kisah tentang persahabatan, cinta yang diam-diam tumbuh, dan janji yang tak pernah direncanakan. Santa, Perth, dan May tiga sahabat sejak kecil yang tumbuh bersama, tertawa bersama, dan tanpa sadar saling menyakiti tanpa bermaksud. Di balik senyuman manis Santa, tersimpan cinta yang tak pernah terucap pada sahabatnya sendiri Perth.

Santa, seorang Omega Dominan yang lemah lembut namun tangguh, terikat dalam pernikahan yang tak pernah ia impikan. Bukan karena cinta, bukan karena takdir, tapi karena balas budi dan rasa hormat kepada Khoutung dan First dua sosok yang menyelamatkan hidupnya pasca kehilangan orang tuanya. Kini, ia menjadi pasangan dari Perth, seorang Alpha Dominan yang dingin dan keras kepala. Perth tidak pernah menyembunyikan kebenciannya. Baginya, Santa adalah pengganggu. Orang asing yang tiba-tiba hadir dan menghancurkan rencana hidupnya terutama mimpinya untuk hidup bersama kekasih yang ia cintai. Setiap hari, Santa berjuang menahan luka dari tatapan dingin dan kata-kata tajam Perth. Ia tahu, cinta tak akan pernah tumbuh dari pihak Perth. Tapi Santa bertahan karena hutang hati, karena keluarga, dan karena ia tak punya tempat lain untuk pulang. Meski hatinya hancur perlahan.

There are stories that begin with swords. Others, with crowns. Some with bloodshed. Some with glory. This one begins with neither. Not with a blade unsheathed, Not with a prince's cry. But with a single whisper. A command that should have meant death: "Bring the prince to me... alive." And so, the hunter was sent. He was not meant to feel. Not meant to falter. Not meant to listen to the quiet laughter of a boy who bloomed like spring, Or the softness of warm fingers over old scars. He was meant to be a shadow. But the crown never understood the cost of its commands. It never saw the boy as anything more than a piece on a board. It never imagined that the hunter would begin to wonder- Not what it meant to serve, But what it meant to stay. Before the war. Before the fall. Before the name of the empire was buried in ash and song- There was a garden. And in it stood a boy who wanted nothing but peace. And a man who had only ever known silence. This is their story. One where the stars remember, The wind still sings, And the flowers- Never die.

The first time Santa met Perth, they both had guns aimed at each other's heads. It was supposed to be a business deal. Neutral ground. No unnecessary violence. Just a standard exchange of goods, threats, and barely concealed power plays. But Santa had never been good at following the rules. And Perth? Perth had never been good at letting things slide. So it only took one wrong word, one cocky smirk from Santa, one barely disguised threat from Perth- And suddenly, they were standing inches apart, guns drawn, hearts pounding, grins sharp. The warehouse felt too small. The air too tense. Santa tilted his head, finger resting lightly on the trigger. "So, what now, Phi?" Perth's grip on his own gun didn't waver. "That depends." Santa's lips curled. "On?" Perth's eyes were sharp. Calculating. Dangerous. "On whether you're about to make the dumbest mistake of your life." Santa laughed, low and amused. "Funny. I was just about to say the same thing." A pause. A challenge. A moment stretched too thin, too sharp- And then- Santa fired first. Perth fired right after. Neither of them missed. And neither of them walked away untouched. Because from that moment on, they were in each other's sights. And neither of them was ever getting out alive.