A small mountain town. And in it, one hotel called Hotel Soleil...the kind of place that feels like it exists outside of time. A storm rolls in fast and brutal, cutting off the roads and knocking out the signal. Four strangers all arrive within the same hour before the storm fully hits. The hotel receptionist delivers the bad news...only two rooms left. One on the third floor, one on the fourth. The strangers can either share or sleep in the lobby. Nobody wants the lobby. So Pond and Phuwin end up in Room 3B. Joong and Dunk end up in Room 4A. They expect maybe one night. The storm has other plans. They're stuck for six days.

Gemini Norawit, a feared mafia boss, becomes captivated by Fourth Nattawat, beautiful football player from the Chula Design. Obsessed, he kidnaps him and brings him to his mansion, expecting him to fall under his control. But Fourth is as stubborn and sassy as he is, refusing to be dominated. As they clash and butt heads, their fiery personalities spark a dangerous chemistry. Will Fourth escape, or will he succumb to the attraction of the man who kidnapped him? Both are too proud to admit their feelings, but their intense connection could either destroy them or bring them together. . . Contains!!! Mature language Smut Fluff Cross-dressing Dark romance Kidnapping MPREG!!! . . . This story contains dark romance themes, including elements of captivity, obsession, and intense power dynamics. It is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised, as it explores complex and sensitive topics. All characters and events depicted are purely fictional, and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. The portrayal of relationships in this story does not reflect healthy or realistic dynamics and should not be taken as a model for real-life behavior.

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

Phuwin has a strictly "no entry" policy for his heart-and his apartment. After a devastating public betrayal, he's finally reclaimed his space. That is, until Pond Naravit-a former idol with a "termite" problem and a very distracting physique-decides to move into his guest room. Pond is everything Phuwin should avoid: persistent, teasing, and shamelessly honest. But as the lines between "roommate" and "reality" begin to blur, Phuwin realizes that some intruders are worth keeping. A story of healing, pink laundry disasters, and the man who refused to leave the lights off.

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!

Fleeing an arranged mating on the night before his wedding, omega Phoon takes a wrong turn in the forest and ends up caught in a bear trap. Rescued by Tonfah, the reclusive healer of Moonlight Guide Pack, Typhoon discovers a place where he's valued and protected.

Four billionaire heirs. Forty candidates. One live-streamed matchmaking competition-because obviously, love should be handled like a corporate merger. Johan, Arthit, Hill, and Tonfah never signed up for The Matchmaking Love Draft, but their meddling family insists: choose a partner or Grandpa picks one for you. Meanwhile, broke college students North, Easter, Typhoon, and Daotok accidentally save a very drunk, very rich auntie-only to wake up as unwilling contestants. Now, it's billionaires vs. chaos, with cutthroat rivals, ridiculous challenges, and an overenthusiastic grandma already knitting wedding sweaters in multiple sizes-just in case. Love? Maybe. Sanity? Long gone. And worst of all-they can't escape. _________________________________________________________________ So... here we go again. My second story. Apparently, my obsession with the Fourever You cast is so strong that even finishing an entire my very first story wasn't enough to satisfy it. Nope. My brain said, One more. Just one more. And here we are. All character names are lovingly borrowed from the Fourever You cast, but the chaos? 100% my own creation. Buckle up. Let's enjoy this second round of madness together!

North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

I'll post random au of tonfahtyphoon, based on my imagination. I'll include other cps as well of foureveveyou

Est never wanted attention, but when a persistent admirer corners him, he panics-grabbing the nearest boy and blurting out a lie: "He's my boyfriend." The problem? That boy is William, the cold, dangerous student everyone avoids. What starts as a fake relationship to escape trouble slowly turns into something far harder to deny.