All 5 pairs. Will take on requests Friendship-focused requests allowed I don't like ghostships, so no ghostships

A love story where Tonfah is a tennis player training for an important event and Typhoon is a quiet boy who doesn't quite feel like he fits in. When both of them are at their lowest, they conveniently find each other.

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If Typhoon would have decided to go to another university, never reuniting with Tonfah- would fate find another way to bring them together? This is a story inspired by Howlsairy's Fourever you: Beside the sky. The characters are from the original Fourever you series. :)

Typhoon always have Tonfah. Even though Tonfah already went to Chiang Mai to study, they are always connected through texts and video calls.After a year apart, Typhoon was beyond excited to see him again. His P'Fah had finally taken a break from his studies and came home to him. Typhoon had been looking forward to welcoming him back. But what if, in the moment he had been waiting for all this time, Typhoon heard the words he never expected to hear? How could a sweet welcome turn into such a bitter goodbye? "I'm just one of your little brothers in the neighborhood. I should've known."

Typhoon is a smart, sassy, virtuous, down to earth and hardworking computer science sophomore who, though being a boy, is also considered as one of the most beautiful faces of the campus though he doesn't believe in mere looks but seeks more for morals. Tonfah is the most wanted senior on campus in his final year of computer science. He is a man with looks, brains, skills. Though being in the same faculty and both being popular, their paths have never crossed or so they think. What happens if they both happen to collide due to their common morals and hobbies? Based on one of my favorite Chinese shows, Love O2O. Also, I wrote this story for Taetee but I wanted to write about Tonfahtyphoon but wanted to start soft, so this suited them as well. DISCLAIMER: the plot is inspired from a famous Chinese TV show Love O2O. All the characters and images used here are not mine, credit goes to original owners

Typhoon reached the age where he needed to have an Alpha Prince. It is a rule of the Kingdom of Pyraureus - he should have a prince before he has to be crowned as the nation's Omega Prince or the nation will despise him and kick him out of the kingdom. Every prince of the neighboring kingdoms is a candidate but they need to win a match against Typhoon's royal knight, Tonfah.

In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas are bound by status, instincts, and expectations, love is rarely simple, especially for omegas born into powerful families. Typhoon, an omega transfer student in the photography department, has spent years hiding behind suppressants and silence after growing up under the control of a father who saw him as nothing more than a disgrace. Once cheerful and clingy, Typhoon now keeps everyone at a distance, carrying the weight of guilt, fear, and a love he believes he can never have. Tonfah, a dominant alpha from the medical department and heir to one of the country's most prestigious hospitals, seems to have everything , intelligence, status, and a future already written for him. Yet despite years apart, he never forgot the omega who used to follow him everywhere like he belonged by his side. As children, they were inseparable neighbors. Then life tore them apart. When they finally reunite at university, Typhoon is no longer the same boy Tonfah remembers. Quiet and distant, he avoids Tonfah at every turn, leaving behind only unanswered questions and silent heartbreak. But the closer Tonfah gets to uncovering the truth behind Typhoon's disappearance, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings that neither of them can bury anymore. Between painful secrets, possessive instincts, family expectations, and the scars left behind by years of loneliness, Typhoon and Tonfah must decide whether love is something worth fighting for or something destined to be lost. A story about healing, longing, friendship, and two people who were always meant to find their way back to each other.

Phoon: (I only ended up at this hospital because of the transfer, intending to just survive my residency and stay entirely under the radar. I definitely didn't plan on catching the eye of the department's genius Attending. You're supposed to be focusing on your own surgeries, Dr. Tonfah. So why is it that the moment you look at me, the sirens, the alarms, and the chaos of this entire hospital just completely disappear?) Fah: (Because you're running yourself into the ground, Typhoon, and I'm not going to stand by and watch it happen. Let them gossip about why the Head of the Department is quietly shielding a second-year resident from the worst shifts. Let them whisper. I don't care about the politics, and I don't care about the rumors. I only care about making sure you know you don't have to face the noise alone anymore.) Fah / Phoon: (Because when the rest of the world fades into background noise, it has always been, and will only ever be, you.) (Credit of the cover page goes to the original owner.)

Four cursed heirs - Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah - carry the weight of a centuries-old family curse no one dares to explain... mostly because no one actually understands it. Prophecies? Misinterpreted. Family scrolls? Burnt in a barbecue accident. Enter the chaos: four modern, ultra-fashionable divine healers - North, Dao, Ter, and Phoon - who may or may not be actual gods, but definitely won't lift a finger without snacks. Croissants? Instant diagnosis. Wagyu? Miraculous resurrection. Canned tuna? Hmm, maybe a curse lightly lifted. As ancient magic collides with divine-level drama, forgotten secrets, and a suspicious number of shirtless moments, the heirs and the healers must work together - if they don't kill each other first. Or worse... fall in love. The curse is real. The healing is questionable. And someone just kissed the wrong heir. Will they save the world... or set it on fire with a flaming wok? Find out - if Dao ever stops demanding bubble tea first.