ONGOING. War and Yin are best friends. Business partners. Co-stars. But never, ever boyfriends. Right? Or: The one where Yin pines for War while War tries to pretend he hasn't been in love with his best friend for 5 years.

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.

War is the club's most sought-after golf instructor-gorgeous, confident, and infamous for the extra services he offers... but he lives by one rule: never give himself to the same person twice. Yin only wants one night with someone who understands what he needs. But when they meet, a simple arrangement turns into a connection neither of them planned for-and one night suddenly feels like not enough. This is a Yinwar BDSM AU. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations are entirely fictional and are not intended to represent or resemble any real people.

YinWar ff. Romance, fantasy.

Joke dives into the lake dragging a man down with him, thinking it's the only way to save Jack. He goes under thinking he succeeded. But when he finds his way back weeks later - Jack's already at the bottom of that same lake. p.s., I promise this has a happy ending in the following sequel where they reincarnate and find each other again.

A YinWar omegaverse fanfic.

In the thonburi kingdom ruled by secrets and steel, Prince War was loved by his people-and secretly cherished by his sworn protector, warrior Yin. Their love, hidden behind palace walls, bloomed in stolen glances and whispered promises beneath moonlit skies. But one man would not allow it. King Ping, a tyrant obsessed with possessing War for himself, would stop at nothing to destroy the bond between prince and warrior. His jealousy ignited betrayal. His power turned love into ashes. And their story ended... in war. After 400 years later, fate gives them a second chance. In modern Bangkok, Mark, a quiet architecture student, dreams of a life that isn't his. Vee, a daring bike rider lives recklessly, unaware that he carries the soul of a fallen warrior. When their hands touch, a connection blazes to life-familiar, ancient, unbreakable. As forgotten memories rise and their past begins to bleed into the present, so does a long-lost enemy-reborn, and still determined to claim the prince he couldn't have. Their love defied time. But can it survive destiny... again? ᝰ.ᐟ𝘼 𝙔𝙞𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 adapted from the film magadheera, i really wanted to write yin and war as the leads. Credits to the real movie 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 ©, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! Started : 21/5/25 Ended :

War has always admired Yin because he's the total packageㅡ beauty and brains, and he smelled like freshly baked cookiesㅡ so he finally shoots his shot. But Yin has heard from almost everyone that War was a red flagㅡ the type of people he doesn't wanna associate with. War is set to prove Yin that what he heard about him was wrong. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Anyways, disclaimer. Expert errors, plus, I'm not an a/b/o expert and lastly, I update so slow coz I'm working 🤣 plus this is obviously fictional 🤓 Still, despite the few one shots I've been trying to write and a completed chaptered one, honestly I don't quite consider myself a writer and still doing this for funsies so set your expectations still. I'm just literally writing what I thought that moment so 🤣🙈 Thank you for checking this out, if ever ♡

The dark past will never let her go. She felt it from the very beginning, like an endless ocean pressing in. They say that you can't measure someone's pain or love. It's like a broken scale. She had learned early how to hide and disappear. And just like this she wasn't normal anymore, not humane but something worse... What happened in her teenage years will haunt her forever. Now at almost thirty, the fog slowly lifts. Years vanished like ashes in a river. When you finally lift the veil, what do you see? Deep inside her a voice was waiting to be heard and understood. That's all she could ever ask for. But when a chance like this is finally in front of her, she feels threatened. The fragile control and her mask she had to put on all these years were fading. Everything she had built would crumble. She had to finally face her demons and decide what she was willing to sacrifice to take the first step. "Do you know what it took to finally be so gentle?" she asked, as if she would eventually get an answer back. "Fucking everything." And it was fucking everything.

After Joke's life unraveled - failing to finish his PhD, hiding his sexuality, and losing the will to keep going - he fled to the southern coast with nothing but a heavy heart and a quiet wish that the sea might take him. But life, unpredictable and persistent, had other plans. Pulled from the edge and given a second chance, he sheds his old skin and becomes 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦 - freer, lighter, unburdened. A man without a past. A man who laughs too loudly, dances barefoot in the sand, makes small talk with strangers, and pretends he's always belonged. In Jessie's world, there's no room for shame, failure, or fear. Only sunlight, salt air, and survival. Then Jack arrives. A visiting taekwondo athlete with calm eyes and a steadiness that disarms. In Jack, Jessie finds something he never let himself want: comfort, companionship, the slow, terrifying bloom of something like love. Their days are golden. Their nights even warmer. But Jessie knows it can't last - not when his life is built on borrowed names and buried truths. So he disappears. No goodbye. No explanation. Just a quiet exit - like he was never there at all. A year later, fate throws them back into each other's lives - not on the beach, but under the cold lights of a hospital room. Joke, no longer Jessie, is back to being a doctor. Jack, no longer the boy on the shore, is now his patient - bruised by the past, and still carrying the ache of a love that vanished without warning. Now they face each other again - not as fantasies, not as the people they pretended to be, but as the flawed, unfinished men they truly are. What if the mask you wear to protect yourself... is the very thing that keeps you from healing? What if the person meant to heal you... is the same one who once shattered you? 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 is a story of identity, second chances, and the quiet, redemptive power of being seen - fully, painfully, and without looking away. Conceived :