Uranus2324 Stories

That night, in the quiet of her room, Nanno stood before the board. Newspaper clippings were pinned in careful rows. LOCAL STUDENT DEAD IN TRAGIC FALL POLICE RULE OUT FOUL PLAY FAMILY REQUESTS PRIVACY Katheryn Jones smiled from the center photo, unaware of the way her future had been cut clean in half. Below her were four faces. In red ink, written large enough to bleed through the paper: WHO KILLED MY SISTER?

(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.

(One Shot) Years after their heartbreaking separation, a chance encounter brings veterinarian Phin and award-winning actress Bua back into eachother's orbit. Old wounds linger, but so does the love neither of them ever truly let go. On a quiet birthday evening in Chiang Mai, they find themselvesfacing the past-and daring to imagine a second chance.

"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.

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

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. ;)

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.

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

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.

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.

Freenbecky One shot _____ FreenBecky converted Original story by ©moviegeek120

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

Rebecca tracks Freen across America, trying to make things right. _____ FreenBecky converted. Original story by ©cIomIe44

Becky had flown off to England chasing her dreams-a two-month program followed by a year-long internship, meant to shape her future and, unintentionally, put an ocean of space between them. But Freen? Freen was never good at distance. Not when it came to Becky. So what did she do? She followed her heart-literally across continents. Freen showed up in England on the biggest day of Becky's life: graduation day. No announcement, no warning. Just a promise once made and quietly kept. Because when Freen said she'd be there for Becky-she meant it. It wasn't just about the moment. It was about proving something deeper, something unshakable: love that shows up, even when it hurts. Love that crosses oceans with nothing but a flight ticket and a stubborn heartbeat. Becky now held her degree in one hand and a future just beginning in the other. Ahead of her was the final piece: a year-long internship. A test of time, of distance, of commitment. But Freen wasn't ready to let go-not of Becky, not of them. So she stayed. While Becky worked hard on her internship, Freen kept herself busy with brand deals and campaigns-nothing too big, just enough to stay close, to share little moments together. They'd always been in love. But now comes the part no one talks about-the quiet in-betweens, the shared toothbrushes and homesick mornings, the ache of growing up together in a foreign land. What would a year in England do to their relationship? Would it deepen the roots or stretch them thin? Well- I think I know all too well. And I think you're about to find out too. So come in. Sit close. This isn't just a love story-it's The story. Let's begin.

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.

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.