Uranus2324 Stories

"We promise to each other,but that promise meant to be broken,lead us in different ways"🥺

Fleeing danger in Bangkok, Bua and Phin escape to Pong Yaeng in the Chiang Mai mountains, where Phin's family runs a small resort. Amid misty hills and a close-knit community, Bua dreams of a fresh start while Phin confronts the family she left behind. But as their love and new life begin to take root, the shadows of what they left in Bangkok threaten to catch up with them. (This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Breath and Bruises. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's journey)

Freen and Becky navigate the beautiful chaos of their morning-juggling work, a new baby on the way, and a five-year-old's triumphant first day of kindergarten-they pause for a brief, loving snapshot of their perfectly imperfect family life.

"When accident happens,that lead to us to each other."

Married life is complicated... so complicated to the point that sometimes you accept being in a toxic relationship... you wake up every day doubting your dignity to share the same bed and pillow with someone who doesn't make you feel the value of yourself or your efforts. This is what we did...We loved each other, but.... love is not enough sometimes. I read a story and it inspired me to write this one, before you start reading, you should know : ⚠️They story for adults and contains many sexual scenes 🔞/ alcohol and drugs, If you are under the legal age or don't like this kind of story, please skip it. and, yep, it's Beckfreen.

Freen and Becky, college sweethearts turned lovers, built their life together on late-night calls, shared dreams, and a small apartment in Bangkok. Freen became a lieutenant officer; Becky, a lawyer. Love was their anchor until one crime unraveled everything. A man falls to his death. The suspect: Charlotte The twist: Charlotte's wife, Engfa, hires Becky as her defense lawyer. Suddenly, Freen and Becky-once inseparable-stand on opposite sides of the same case. Freen sees guilt in Charlotte's every move, but the friendship bond she unexpectedly forms with the suspect blurs her judgment. Becky, loyal to her client, uncovers truths that point toward Charlotte's guilt... until Engfa shares her self-doubt with her. Doubt about Charlotte. Doubt about Freen. Doubt about love itself. Home becomes fragile. Work becomes war. Every glance and silence between them turns into a test of trust. As the trial looms, one question burns: Will they solve the mystery without breaking each other? Or will the truth be the very thing that destroys them?

Rebecca isn't looking for love. She isn't looking for destiny, reincarnation, or the kind of attraction that hijacks your body before it ever touches your heart. But in Bangkok-loud, fevered, ancient beneath its glitter-love doesn't wait politely. It devours. Sarocha is impossible. Elegant, aloof, magnetic in ways that defy sense. From the moment they meet, the connection is instant-visceral, inescapable, like something old waking up between them. Rebecca doesn't believe in past lives. But her body does. Her soul does. And Sarocha? She's been waiting. As passion flares into obsession, Rebecca is pulled into a world she never imagined-of forgotten gods, ancestral curses, and a bond that runs deeper than blood. The closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes. Not because they don't want each other-because they do. Desperately. Recklessly. Maybe ruinously. Some loves are meant to save you. Some are meant to set you on fire. This one might do both.

(This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Never Truly Fade. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's reconnection) Eight years after they parted ways, Bua and Phin meet again by chance-older now, carrying the weight of everything they've lived through apart. What begins as a quiet reconnection over shared memories turns into something deeper, as the two women navigate what it means to love each other in the present, with all the tenderness, longing, and hard-earned honesty that only time can bring.

In the heart of Bangkok's fine-dining world, Busaya Methin is a force-ruthlessly precise, fiercely respected, and charged with protecting the legacy of a two-time Michelin-starred restaurant. She has no time for mistakes, distractions, or loud-mouthed celebrity chefs with too many opinions and far too much charm. Enter Phinya Thananont-James Beard Award winner, media darling, and the newest head chef handpicked to lead the kitchen. She's back in Thailand for reasons she won't say, and she's here to cook like she owns the place. They clash where it matters most: the kitchen, where every detail is war and every service a battlefield. But salt, after all, is a matter of taste-and so is love.

In a quiet vineyard nestled in the misty hills of Khao Yai, Phinya Thananont-runs a small wine bar and restaurant far from the violence of her past. One rainy, stormy night, Busaya Methin and little boy stumble into her life, seeking warmth, shelter, and safety. What begins as an act of kindness unfolds into something deeper. Beneath the Vines evokes the idea of quiet strength, hidden pain, unexpected growth, and love that takes root slowly-sometimes in the shadow of trauma.

Rebecca has to attend anger management classes. _____ One Shot. Freenbecky converted story. Original story by ©devje

Freen Sarocha left her mark on people's skin. Rebecca Armstrong left her mark on Freen's heart... forever. _____ FreenBecky converted. TW: self-harm, suicide. Original story by ©AllysonDeVil The translation was done by me. English isn't my first language.

Freen Sarocha, a 20-year-old royal blood, lives a double life-one as a sharp-witted businesswoman and the other as an ordinary university student working toward her degree. Cold-hearted, too bold for anyone's liking, and a walking red flag, she believes she's cursed-destined to have blood on her hands if she ever dares to love anything or anyone. On the other side of the spectrum is Becky Armstrong, 17 years old, the sunshine in everyone's life. A true princess-sweet, bubbly, adorably clumsy, and always getting what she wants because she somehow finds a way. Irresistible, impossible not to fall for. Fate brings them together-forcing them to share a university, a dorm room, and maybe even their destinies. What happens when two opposite energies collide? Will Sarocha, the cold-hearted queen, resist falling for Becky, the most endearing angel ever? Or will Becky fight to keep her sunshine from being consumed by Freen's dark, mystic aura? Find out. Disclaimer: This story is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real-life events is purely coincidental. The only thing inspired by reality is the names of my babies, Freen & Becky, as this is a love letter to the FreenBecky fandom. Nothing else is connected to their real lives. Oh, and English isn't my first language, so please pardon my sanity in this world of insane. ;)

Becky has been in love with Freen for years. She tries to confess her love one cold December afternoon, but realizes her love will never be reciprocated. Why? Because Freen likes a boy named Heather. And now, she vents her sorrow in small notes written in her diary. This is a English version of Freenbecky Adaptation Heather The story is not mine guys credit goes to original author @KimManoban_Forever

Sequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.

Freen has spent the past few months as the team mascot for her school's basketball team, hidden beneath a costume that allows her to cheer for the players without being recognized. But her real reason isn't just a love for the game, she's completely in love with Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, the team captain, a charismatic and passionate leader. The problem? Becky has never noticed Freen outside of the team mascot suit, and the fear of rejection keeps Freen from speaking up. As the championship approaches and the pressure builds, Freen's two worlds start to collide. Can she reveal her identity and win Becky's heart without jeopardizing their friendship or the team's spirit? _____ Short Story. Translated by me. Original story by ©KUR0MINTER

What would Rebecca want from Santa? A second chance with Freen, of course. _____ Short story (three parts). FreenBecky converted. Original story by ©devje

A short and sweet dose of FreenBecky's love to send you back to sleep. These are all fragments of my imagination-scenarios that have nothing to do with their real lives. I may be inspired by them and their love, but that's where it ends. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental ;) This is just for us delusional moots to bask in their love. Each chapter is a lullaby-soft, sweet, and full of warmth. Don't expect too much of... you know 😉, but you can expect Love, drama, romance, angst and all the little moments that make them so special. I'll update whenever I find something beautiful to write about, but since each chapter is complete on its own, this could be a never-ending series... only if you want it to be. So, with all your love and support, let's begin. Let's root for our babies and their love. 💙✨

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.

Becky never believed in love. She was smart, independent, and too focused on her career to care about emotions. Marriage? It was nothing but a contract in her eyes-a deal to secure her future. Freen, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She was soft-hearted, naive, and hopelessly romantic. She believed that love could heal even the coldest hearts. But when Freen was forced into an arranged marriage with Becky, she thought maybe, just maybe, she could make Becky fall in love with her. Little did she know, Becky had no plans of ever loving her. To Becky, she was just a stupid wife. But what happens when Becky starts losing control over her own heart? When the woman she never wanted to love becomes the only one she can't live without?