Uranus2324 Stories

Freen Chankimha just wants to survive as an artist in Chicago, but between rent and paintbrushes, her bank account is screaming for help. So when she finds a spacious, surprisingly cheap apartment in a dream neighborhood, she doesn't hesitate to take the offer. Her new roommate, the enigmatic Mrs. Rebecca Armstrong, is polite, attentive, and dangerously attractive. She writes her handwritten letters, takes an interest in Freen's art, and always asks how her day has been... but there's something about her that feels too perfect to be real. And when Freen discovers bags of blood in the fridge, she starts to understand why. _____ Freenbecky converted story. All credits go to the original author. Converted version by ruby_izb. Translated by me.

(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.

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)

Three days before your lifetime is supposed to end, the flying numbers above your head decrease quickly and keep counting. You are not able to see your own numbers, but other people can. Freen Chankimha comes to face a counting and decreasing number flying over a stunning girl her eyes rest in the middle of a New York street. Can she do something to change the girl's fate? _____ Freenbecky converted story. Original story by ©illcarryyourworld

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. ;)

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.

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. 💙✨

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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.

Freenbecky One shot _____ FreenBecky converted Original story by ©moviegeek120

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