A PondPhuwin fanfiction ♪ He was supposed to defend a criminal. That was all Pond thought it was. Another ugly case. Another rich man trying to buy his freedom. Another harassed victim reduced to statements, medical reports, and courtroom arguments. Until the victim walked into court - and it was his husband. ♪ Phuwin. The quiet man Pond had married only weeks ago, arranged. The man who still blushed when their hands touched. The man who apologized too much. The man who didn't tell him about being assaulted. Suddenly, the case stopped being paperwork. Because while the courtroom demanded evidence, Pond was forced to hear the raw truth: Phuwin had survived sexual assault. Humiliation. Fear. The kind of violence that crawls beneath skin and stays there long after bruises fade. And the worst part? Pond had been standing on the wrong side. ♪ This story belongs to me. I do not own the characters nor the places or the substances used in this story. Everything is only for entertainment purposes only.

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

Han Jisung was supposed to be living a dream married to Lee Minho, the heir of a global tech empire, and raising their bright, energetic seven-year-old daughter, Mira. Their love was real, their life was perfect... until it wasn't. When Claudia, a woman claiming to be Minho's "rightful wife," moves into their mansion, Jisung's world shatters July 29, Tuesday 3:48am #222 on #mlm

When Phuwin returns to his village after years in Bangkok, whispers follow him like shadows. Rumors stain his name, old debts resurface, and his parents ask for a marriage meant to repay kindness, not born of love. Pond, a widowed schoolteacher and single father still mourning his late wife, is caught between gratitude and grief. In a village that judges too quickly,two wounded lives are bound by circumstance.A forced marriage.

Thee and Peach have been happily married, with two adopted kids, for one year for now. Their life has been going on a perfect rhythm, filled with love, chaos, children and their beloved golden retriever, Mr. Brown furball. What could possibly go wrong when Peach receives a letter from someone who he thought he had lost forever? Who is this person? what is their intention with Peach? Are they a threat to Peach's perfectly built married life with Thee? Who knows? [ Okay, my fellow and beloved mates! I know ya'll might think who the fk I'm writing this story about. Apparently I have an obsession, and that obsession is over this specific BL drama called ME AND THEE : GET A GRIP MR.THEE. Even if you ask in my sleep which is the best drama in my life. this will be my answer. Actually I love this specific BL pairing - they're known as PONDPHUWIN, check out their dramas. Also, the second season of this drama will only air late into this year, so my sorry and impatient ass decided to take matters into my own hands. The original season Two which is called PEACH AND ME: GET A GRIP LOOKPEACH, has nothing to do with the plot of my fanfiction but the information about the characters are the same as in the drama and thai novel. with love, Leeknows_tissues]

Somewhere in a small but strong village in 1940s, it took place. Pond didn't marry for love. He married because the next head of the village needed a partner. To secure his position. To prove he was ready. To give an heir. Phuwin was chosen for him. A quiet boy. No history. No resistance. Disciplined enough. Easy enough. Perfect. Head bowed. Phuwin knew what this marriage meant. He knew what was expected of him. He knew what his body could never give. He knew he could not give birth. And still- he said nothing. Because saying the truth would end everything. And silence- was safer than losing the only place he had left. But things started to look out of context when Pond spoke too careful around him, too soft - too awkward, when Phuwin knew the position of the brides in the head family is to be just bound to their husbands. Just, obedient partners. Just, heir bearers. Just, an ornament to be kept beside while running the village. ♪ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♪ Warnings: emotional distress, forced roles, power imbalance, infertility themes, explicit cultural expectations. ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblance to existing stories, characters, or events is purely coincidental. I do not mean to disrespect or misinterpret any people's characters while writing the story. I do not intend to harm, offend, or disrespect any person, group, or community. This work is entirely fictional and created for literary purposes. Read it with an open mind.

Oneshot's of Thai BL pairs. Feel free to give suggestions and make requests <3 Note: These are entirely fictional and do not involve the actors in real life!!!!

A broken heart summoned a devil under a blood moon. What followed was chaos, closeness... and a love that was never meant to exist. Some bonds heal you. Some demand a price. it's a pondphuwin fanfic. English is not my first language so please don't mind the mistakes.

Phuwin never meant for it to happen. Not the night. Not the child growing inside him after. From his so-called boyfriend who now cared more about the dust beneath his couch more than the life inside him. He didn't even understand it fully-only that it hurt, that it wasn't love, and that somehow, he was left to carry it alone. Then, he came. Pond. Not close. Not important in his life back then. Just a classmate, a good friend who stepped in... and never stepped out. When everything felt like it was collapsing-his body too weak, his future slipping, his choices closing in on him-Pond became the quiet constant. He didn't ask for explanations. Didn't demand anything in return. He just took care of him. Gave him warmth. Gave him space. Gave him a future far away from everything that broke him. And then-he let him go. ♪ Phuwin left with the child still inside him and a life Pond helped build. Helplessly, he silently fell. He told himself Pond deserved better than the mess he was. ♪ Three years later, he comes back. Softer. Quieter. No longer the boy who expected things from others. Now... he wanted to give Pond everything. Too much, sometimes. He watches Pond carefully, speaks gently, stays close but never crosses a line he thinks he doesn't deserve to cross. Because this time, he doesn't want to take. He wants to be enough. He wants to make Pond happy- even if it means hurting himself, even if it means lowering himself. ♪ But what Phuwin doesn't see- is that Pond was never waiting to be repaid. Never needed effort. Never needed perfection. For him, love had always been simple. It was Phuwin. Before. Then. Now. In every version. In every silence. ♪ Because while Phuwin thinks he has to earn his place- Pond has already made space for him. Long ago. And even after three years apart... he never once learned how to live without him. This story belongs to @EliseInk Any resemblance to other stories or situations is purely coincidental.