Two people find a home in each other. Yin doesn't want to miss any more chances. War is starved for warmth. Life isn't very kind, but being together makes it all okay. No matter how dark life can seem, there's always hope, a kind smile, and warm days at the end of the tunnel. Note from author: Hello, here I am at it again. I know the summary doesn't give much away, but it's worth it. Promise! Thank you all for reading, and I hope you like it! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ This was inspired by 'Honeybee' by Olivia Rodrigo, so if this makes you cry, you can take it up with her ♡ (If you read the lyrics, please leave in the comments where you find a reference of them in this story!) Enjoy!

"No," War whispers. "No," he repeats, louder, when Yin's tears start falling down his face. His lovely, beautiful face. A face he'd cradled like it was a treasure. No, you don't get to cry, he wants to say. "Wana," Yin murmurs, caressing the word like it's his right. Like he still has every right to do so. War shakes his head again, stepping back. "Just don't. Don't." Or: The omegaverse-exes-to-lovers you never asked for. Hello hello hello! I'm back with another story that will make you cry ♡ - This is my very first omega verse! I spent months getting it ready, so you now the drill: updates on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays! Hope you're as excited as I am, and enjoy this mother-fucking ride as much as I enjoyed writing it. DISCLAIMER: This story deals with trauma. The summary does not give much away on purpose, but I will keep adding tags as the story unfolds and announce them at the beginning of each chapter. Please be mindful of them, and read cautiously! Thank you for joining in! Have at it ♡

Yin is a (very horny) twenty-six year old virgin. War is very much into it. That's it, that's the fic. This is a little treat I wrote for Elle. Thank you so much for making the cover! ♡ Enjoy!

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!

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 ♥️