#KimChay fanfic

[ae-azile]

I will share my completed one-shot for them:

Summary:

You're Invited…

Event: Tankhun Theerapanyakul's 30th Birthday Extravaganza

Theme: Roaring 20s

Place: Hum Bar

Date: November 25th, 2022

It's an event that Kim would usually skip despite loving his oldest brother dearly. But when Chay accepts the invite in the group chat that Tankhun sets up, Kim goes out, gets fitted for a three piece suit, and buys a stupidly expensive gold pocket watch. He hasn't seen Chay in months. He won't talk with Kim on the phone or through text due to blocking him since everything went down with Tawan. The only reason Kim got his response is because Chay got a new phone and a new number, probably to go with his new life.

But if Chay can see him - in person - and Kim can tell him how sorry he is, maybe he will consider changing his mind.

Or...

Kim goes to Tankhun's 30th birthday party and it doesn't go as planned.

My longest fic for them (and in general across multiple fandoms) is Progression, but it is still incomplete. Should you decide to read it though, you'll have 465k words before needing to wait for the next chapter!

in honor of people being bitchass losers, kimchay writers reblog with a link to one of the kimchay fics you've written! i'll start by dropping my fic dreaming in neon. if you've written kimchay fic and see this post, drop a link in the reblogs so we can support each other <3

[live-from-flaturn]

"What do you MEAN that's now how it works!?"

Oh babe you get me. You understood the assignment and I love you. Kissing you directly on the brain.

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Chay is utterly confounded by his current situation. He isn't sure how this happened, but it's one of those things that "might as well happen", you know? Like at this point his life can't get any fucking weirder or more complicated (or so he'd thought).

"So, who and what are you?"

"I am Kimhan, of course. You summoned me, didn't you?"

"No... I sneezed."

"You sneezed a summoning spell for one of the most powerful Demons of the Twelve Hells."

"There's twelve?!"

"Yes, there are. But that's- That's not really the point, now is it?"

"Oh right. Demon summoning sneeze and all that. Uhm, well, I don't have any quest for you or anything so you can just go home, right?"

"That's not at all how this works."

"What do you MEAN that's not how it works?! You're a demon, I summoned you by accident but don't need your magical woo-woo powers or anything, and now you can go home!"

"Why don't you ask what my powers are before you dismiss me so easily?"

Chay really cannot believe the kind of day he's having. "Okay, Kimhan, what kind of demon are you?"

"I can't leave until we make an even exchange. Something of yours for something of mine."

Chay cocks his head to the side.

"A kiss."

"What?"

"A kiss. You can have my first kiss and I can have yours, right? I'm guessing this isn't something a summoner has asked you before."

"You'd be correct in that assumption, mortal."

"Chay! You can call me Chay."

"It's not very intelligent to give your name to demons, silly thing."

"It's not very intelligent to make your summoning spell sound like a loud sneeze."

"...A kiss it is."

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Fuck!" Chay almost drops his favorite pyrex bowl on the kitchen tile and shatters them both. "What the fuck are you doing back here?"

Kim stands sheepishly in the center of his living room, the tilted angle of his dark curled horns somehow expressing distress. "I have recently been informed that first kisses exchanged in the context of soul deals are rather uh... binding?"

"Are you telling me that we're basically demon married?"

Kim nods sheepishly,

"Porsche is going to fucking kill me."

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

my top favorite kimchay fanfics

In no particular order

(Even though nobody asked)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40707996

dancing with our hands tied by MajorinMonster

After Chay gets jumped by a rival mafia gang he decides he needs a reputation so people won't touch him again. Kim is just there, trying to get back into chays good books.

9/10 recommend

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3061830

The idiots & idioms series by snickerdoodlles

Chay steals kims official wik account and post absolute unhinged things. Kim does nothing to stop him.

A must read for giggles

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45252880

Five Minutes by littlemisslawyer

Chays is a doctor and has been sent out of Thailand for many years. The day he comes back and wants nothing more than to take a break from work Kim has the audacity to get shot right in front of him.

Lots of cussing and chay calling kim 'pretty boy' and 'asshole/bastard'. Perfect

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43953225

Idolistic by ditchlilly

Wik centric fic. Kim likes to post false information of himself from a side account and chay somehow know what of the things he says are true or false. Kim gets suspicious and tries to find out who this boy is.

Lots of TENSION. And kittens. I absolutely love this one. Stayed awake till 3 am giggling so much I thought I would wake my family up. A must read. Definitely in my top 2.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50830555

Progression by Azile (WitnessMarks)

Porchay trains to becomes stronger after their break up, kim, meanwhile, doesn't handel it well and then gets kidnapped. Chay is one of the people to come to his rescue. Kim comes back quite damaged and chay is one of the only people he feels really comfortable being around. Both of them are confronted with their still existing feelings for the other.

absolute masterpiece. Read in one sitting, even though it's still updating. Can only recommend. This story is batteling with Idolistic for first place.

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3489094

The KIM IS SO LOVED series by wayupthere

No comment. Read the tags, you'll know what it's about.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45749062

Idle Talk by Iamabudgie

After someone posts a blind item on a gossip site, Kim is forced to confront something he has been delaying for months.

Absolutely amazing. Much deeper plot than you think when you first start it. Updates are months apart, but they deliver every time. Definitely in my top 3.

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Edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52988125

I Fell for You by @liesineyes

Kims family treats him like absolute shit. Chay and Porsche just want to find out out why, while also planning to show Kim real family love.

Love this story. Not many chapters yet, but beautiful and makes me sad and happy at the same time.

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Edit edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52593382

BREAKING NEWS by Pens

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48575617

Back on the Beat by Pens

It's kimchay works, with the most beautiful fanart I've ever seen and it makes my cheeks ache form smiling.

Also check out their tumbler account @shou-jpeg for more kimchay content.

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and of course the overall classics like an elegant mechanism by Laughsalot3412, or meet me where the light greets the dark by froginthesun.

I know some of these authors are here on tumbler, but I habe no idea how to tag them in a post, so I will tag them in the comments. Please tell me if I forgot someone. Check out their accounts too.

Also, if you have a recommendation, I'm open for them.

[ae-azile]

Writing Kinn's sex talk with Kim. If anything, Kinn is the one getting embarrassed. Kim is having a great time. 🙃

[crescentlyautumn]

A little look at what I’m hoping to have the first chapter for done soon:

Voices rose and crashed like crescendos, along with the random chatter of neighbors down below the penthouse balcony. Chay felt his eyes go slightly heavy from the comfort of the day, but jolted awake as a new wave of cold covered his back.

“Here you are.” A scratchy voice sounded behind Chay, as legs and arms came to bracket him. A nose slotted behind his ear, and Chay automatically leaned into the embrace.

“Mnn,” Chay replied, and felt his stomach tightening into a coil made of butterflies. The nose traveled up and down behind the ear, before nosing at his jaw. Hands just as chilly started to need at his soft stomach, and made Chay almost whimper at the effect of the sensations.

Chay let the movements continue, even as his body started to shake a little from the drop in temperature. “Enjoying the view?” The voice was muffled from the marks now being gently applied to his jaw, but Chay just sighed as his brain turned to honey.

“I was, but I lost track of time.” The mouth sucked a slightly harsher mark just under Chay’s jaw, and Chay’s toes curled, while stretching his legs back out in front of him. “Hungry?” Chay must have guessed correctly, because a kitten lick fell next just a bit lower, from where a wet and soft pop was heard.

“Yes.” The reply was breathy, and Chay tried to force his eyes open, but the butterflies had left his stomach, and were now making their migration throughout his whole body. Chay moved one of his tanned hands over the paler ones still kneading his stomach. The cold appendage leached the warmth from Chay’s hand, as did the face he was now cradling with his other hand.

Chay could get lost in moments like this; happily dive down deep, and live among the freezing waters, never to be seen again. “May I drink?” Chay stayed above the waters long enough to utter a “yes” and “please,” before he felt his spine go straight as steel from the sudden burst of pain.

[mousydentist]

18. kim tongue ring 👀👀👀👀

omfg im gonna eviscerate tumblr ANYWAY i got another ask for this from @xxatlasxx but that has disappeared into the void so im answering this one

OK SO since i got two for this one i wrote a little extra (dont blame yall, that was objectively the best one on the list)

the whole idea from my doc:

kim tongue ring

……yeah thats it lmao. this entire idea was riding on vibes alone and the vibe was horny. so here’s 850 words of horny i wrote extremely quickly as soon as i had a break

Kim has always had several piercings, which Chay adores. When Wik had first appeared with his conch piercing, Chay extensively documented it on the fan wiki. He was there when Kim got his industrial (which he took without flinching) and saw him diligently clean it every morning and night until it had completely healed, even afterwards still taking good care of it. So when Chay finds a little bar with two balls on either end in Kim's bathroom, he doesn't think much of it, and it doesn't occur to him that it doesn’t look like a regular piercing at all. That is, until a couple weeks later, when he sees it’s missing from its spot, likely meaning Kim has it in. But he hasn’t noticed Kim changing any of his piercings, so he asks Kim where it went. And that’s when Kim's tongue lolls out of his mouth to reveal that, sure enough, the little bar is stuck through it. The black ball stands stark against the pink of Kim’s tongue, the very tongue that Chay had had down his throat just that morning, and soon after on his- Chay swallows thickly. “Did I not tell you I have a tongue piercing?” Chay shakes his head furiously, much to Kim's amusement. Then, because Kim wants him to die, he takes Chay’s hand, pulls the tip of Chay’s thumb into his mouth and sucks. Chay inhales shakily as Kim lavs over his finger, the tiny ball pressing into his skin in a way that Chay can’t help but imagine being replicated elsewhere. With the look Kim's giving him, he might not have to imagine. Chay's knees almost give out when Kim hollows his cheeks around his finger, teeth teasing the top of his thumb while his piercing strokes the bottom. Kim does this all while making obscene noises and bobbing his head, excessively so, his exaggerated manner an obvious imitation of something else. Finally, mercifully, Kim lets go of him, pulling off his thumb with a dramatic pop. Chay would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel himself straining against his pants. As soon as Kim lets him go, Chay tangles his fingers in Kim’s hair and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. He needs to know how it feels in his own mouth and- Fuck. Their tongues clash together messily, a spike of pleasure shooting through Chay every time he feels the tongue ring run along his. Kim hooks his fingers through Chay’s belt loops and pulls his hips in to grind against each other. They melt together for long minutes with groping hands and insatiable tongues.

Without letting go of Chay's waist, Kim pulls his head back, just enough to look into his eyes as he licks Chay's lips, one long stripe from his lower lip and up to his cupid’s bow. After everything he’s done with Kim, and everything Kim has done to him, that was somehow the most erotic. It destroys the last remaining threads of Chay’ inhibitions and starts dragging Kim to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, only pausing for a few brief bouts of trying to eat each other's faces.  Once they make it to the bed, Chay lets Kim take the lead. He pushes Chay's shoulders down to make him sit on the edge, then straddles his lap and dives in for another kiss. Chay’s hands reach around to palm Kim’s ass, and fuck, Kim is so hot like this. Chay lets himself be pushed backwards until he lies flat on the bed, Kim still committing sins in his mouth. Chay's vaguely aware of Kim unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, but most of his brain is mush at this point. Chay finally takes notice when Kim pulls away and starts tugging Chay's pants and boxers off. Chay lifts his hips and shuffles further back onto the bed, allowing Kim to fully settle between his legs. Chay's not surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and desperately leaking onto his abdomen. He flinches when Kim runs just a single finger up his length, pressing into the head and pulling a sticky string of precum with it. “Please, please don’t tease me,” Chay nearly sobs, only getting a smirk back from Kim. It's enough though, because soon after Kim takes him in his hand and presses a light kiss to the tip of Chay’s cock. His head flops back onto the mattress and he lets the warmth of ecstasy roll over him. Kim strokes him slowly a few times, leaving more soft kisses up and down his length, before he finally flicks his tongue out - that fucking tongue - and licks Chay from base to tip. Kim's tongue on any day would already be fantastic, but with the tongue ring lightly scraping Chay’s cock, it’s outright divine. Chay's eyes roll back into his head and he thinks he sees god. When he opens them again, it’s Kim between his thighs, suckling the head of his cock and pressing the ball bearing into it ever so slightly, just enough to make Chay go insane.

dont mean to blue balls you hh but its all ive got rn

(send me a prompt!)

[imogenegomi]

[makeitsweet]

WHERE ARE MY KIMCHAY FICS UPDATESSSSSSSSS AUTHORS PLEASE THERE ARE CHILDREN CRYING

[staykimchay]

Trick or treat!

(SORRY THIS LAST TRICK OR TREAT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!! I hope you enjoy it 💕 it’s another snippet from the vampire au from the other day!)

“I’m here for the reason most people are I guess.” Chay looks down at his hands and grimaces at the smear of blood there. He goes to wipe it on his trousers but there’s a quiet whoosh, and Chay barely has time to process the sound before Kim has his fingers wrapped around Chay’s wrist.

He tugs it up so he can turn Chay’s hand this way and that, examining it under the low light.

Chay gasps in pain—he hadn’t realised quite how deep the cuts on his palms were until now.

“Most are here for sex, you know— because of the pleasure our bite brings.” Kim glances at Chay from under his eyelashes. His grip tightens for a second, before gentling.

He uses it to tug Chay over the the couch and deposit him on it. Kim kneels between his feet. It should be a subservient move but it isn’t. There’s power in everything Kim does.

“Oh.” Chay blinks. He hadn’t considered that— which is stupid in retrospect.

Even Chay has been to the dark corners of the Internet, where more than a few vamp fetish videos exist.

Maybe especially Chay.

He’s been mesmerised by the idea of creatures like Kim for long enough, after all.

“You’ve never thought about it?” Kim’s eyes are back on Chay’s palm again, back on the line of scarlet that’s slowly making its way down Chay’s wrist, thanks to the pull of gravity.

“Oh, no— I mean. I have. Thought about it. Uh. Sex. Vampires. Etc.”

“Etc?”

“Uh huh,” Chay’s voice goes high pitched when Kim leans closer, eyes half-lidded as he noses at the vein in Chay’s wrist. Even Chay can see the way his own pulse stars hammering.

“Can I taste?” Kim asks, a little too innocently for Chay to believe it.

“Oh—uhm. Yes?”

“Good boy.”

[kimkhimhant]

dreaming in neon: a kimchay fic

Summary:

“You’re still too tense. There’s no point in dancing if you’re embarrassed about having a body. Own it,” Kim says, voice firm. “Your body is the only thing you have that’s entirely your own. Take control of it. Forget about everything else – you have nothing to lose here. Okay?” ~ Disowned at seventeen, Kim found himself in the red light district of Bangkok with no money and no dreams, but years later he's made a life for himself dancing at a high end strip club. When Porsche takes a mysterious job off-grid and disappears, eighteen year old Chay sets out in search of a job, and finds one as a busboy in club, where he quickly becomes enchanted by the club's most popular dancer, Wik. Alone and drifting through life without any real direction, Kim and Chay fall into each others' orbits.

Read Here

29k, complete (4/4)

Rated E

[live-from-flaturn]

Oh my god there was only one bed, monster under it edition

Ohhhhhh boy. Buckle up. You've unleashed the beast (me). It starts emo and gets cute and then gets weird?

*these are not being proof read, this is a writing exercise. If you see any mistakes... No you didn't. <3

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A shaky 13-year-old Kim flops into bed after an endless day of brutal martial arts training. His body aches, the result of hour spent working with his Father's most loyal, talented bodyguards. A handful of black-and-purple bruises have already bloomed across his ribs and down both legs. An ache settled deep in his muscles shortly after their minimalistic lunch and hadn't budged since.

In short, he doesn't have the energy to get up again and shower before passing out. All Kim can manage is a weary groan, momentarily alarmed by the brief hallucination of glowing green eyes that dance in his vision before dark exhaustion drags him under.

He dreams of soft, pale hands cooling his fevered skin and wakes to find the worst of his bruises nearly healed.

-

Three weeks after turning 16, Kim moves out. He's tired of his Father's lying, domineering, manipulative ways. Sure, moving out doesn't exempt him from experiencing those things on ocassion, but it takes him out of Korn's direct line of fire.

He can lick his wounds in peace. Unsurveilled because he's picked the entire place apart five times and found nothing. The first night still feels impossible, though. He paces the apartment from one end to the other until his muscles give out and he collapses beside the bed. Forehead pressed to the cool wooden floor.

He dreams of those strange, pale hands again. When Kim wakes this time, he's on the bed and two large hand-prints mar the comforter to either side of Kim's face - as though someone (or something) tucked him in last night.

Unsure how else to respond but not one to neglect a kindness paid, Kim offers an awkward "Thank you" before hurrying to get dressed.

-

Kim comes home, slams his door shut, and flings his guitar case into the closet. He throws his jacket on the floor and falls into the mattress with a scream. Fists pound down across the pillows and white-hot tears of shame pour from his eyes.

He can't believe Korn paid the judges to humiliate him live on television. What an idiot he'd been to think an opportunity like that was meant in earnest - a chance to sing his first original single and it had been a sham.

"Why?!" he sobs. "Why couldn't I have had a normal family."

Eventually Kim cries himself to sleep. The morning comes without a single trace of sticky tears or tacky slept-in makeup. His face is clean and all his clothes are put away. After his shower, a message that should scare him shows up in the steam: "You have a great voice, Kim."

This time it comes out confident and strong: "Thank you."

-

When Kim is 21 he passes out from bloodloss with his fingers barely past the limit of his bedroom door.

"Thank goodness you fell within my boundary!" The unfamiliar voice is musical and sweet. "That means I can help!"

The hands - pale hands. So cold wherever they touch.

Those eyes glow above him. Beacons in the darkness as he bleeds sluggishly into cupped palms. A sharp smile turns comiserating. Apologetic. "This is going to hurt a little, P'Kim..."

-

Kim is nearly 250 now, as he tangles his fingers with those of a familiar hand.

"How did you sleep?" Chay asks, pressing a kiss to his husband's cheek.

"Very well, and you?"

"Splendidly. Now, shall we tend to our charge?"

"Of course, darling. We can't all be unconventional and fall in love with them, can we?"

Chay rolls his eyes and slides from beneath the bedframe, hiss already brewing low in his throat. Kim follows after, as he will in every lifetime.

[ghosty206]

I can't read fics anymore where Kim is mean to Chay like what is the point 😭😭 hasnt our sunshine child been through enough?

[ae-azile]

The Non-Newtonian Newborn: Chapter 8 Preview

Porsche has Kinn drive. Arm doesn't need to under these circumstances. Kinn seems to realize that, since he gets in the driver’s seat without thinking twice and doesn't seem to mind when Porsche sits in the back with Arm.

“Everything will be okay,” Porsche says as Arm stares straight ahead, “I promise. You will have support.”

“So much support,” Kinn adds, “The baby will be added to the company health insurance at no extra cost.”

“Both your baby and Achara will have the best pediatrician as soon as we finish screening them and add one to the roster,” Porsche says, “When the baby is old enough, they can be admitted to the BEST private school.”

“They would probably get in anyway, with how smart you are,” Kinn says, “But we will make sure they have the best educational opportunities provided for them. The best tutors too.”

“And if Korn has anything to say about you keeping a baby at the compound, we’ll stand up to him for you!” Porsche says, “We’re your family, got it?”

Kinn nods in agreement, “We are in this together-”

“You’re the one who got me in this mess to begin with!” Arm snaps.

Porsche jerks back at the accusation, mainly because Arm doesn't accuse Kinn of anything, much less raise his voice at him. But here he is, glaring and fuming over this. But honestly, Porsche can't blame him. It is sort of Kinn’s fault.

“You can't get mad at him for talking to you like that,” Porsche whispers as he leans forward, “He's stressed out, and you were the one who asked him to accompany us. Don't reprimand him-”

“I'm not going to reprimand him,” Kinn says quietly, “I know it's my fault. I'm sorry.”

Porsche nods, “We’re sorry, Arm-”

“It's too late for an apology!” Arm tells him, turning his glare onto Porsche, “I'm mad at you too!”

Porsche gasps, “I wasn't the one who asked you to come! Be mad at Kinn! Not me!”

“Porsche,” Kinn says in a warning tone.

“It's true!” Porsche says, then tries to put a comforting hand on Arm’s leg, only for Arm to slap it off.

“Hey!” Kinn warns

“Fuck off,” Arm mumbles under his breath, then holds his head in his hands. Porsche lets out a sad and guilt-ridden sigh, then reaches over and rubs Arm’s back.

“It's okay, Kinn,” Porsche says, “He's obviously stressed out. And remember what Niran said. He said some people show strong symptoms after breaking an egg. They get emotional, or overly sentimental, or have a lot of cravings and nausea. Despite this all working differently, the person who breaks the egg is essentially pregnant until the baby arrives one to five days later, depending on the moon cycle-”

“I am NOT fucking pregnant!” Arm says, pulling away again, “I always act like this!”

Porsche purses his lips, “...Okay.”

Kinn seems hesitant to combat that claim as well, but does it anyway, “...Arm, you tried to lunge at an old man.”

“He deserved it,” Arm mutters, then lets out a groan, “Pull over.”

“Why-”

“PULL OVER!”

Kinn immediately does what he's told and pulls onto a side street. Arm jumps out before it comes to a complete stop and Porsche is ready to go after him. Arm is clearly overwhelmed, but Porsche has never seen him like this. Who knows what he might do? But luckily, Arm doesn't seem to be making a run for it. He stops by a trash can on the corner, throws himself over it, and empties the contents of his stomach so violently that two pedestrians jump back and rush away.

“Fuck,” Kinn mutters as they watch him from the car, “I feel like such an asshole.”

“As you should,” Porsche says, “You forced our head guard into an unplanned pregnancy.”

“He's not exactly pregnant-”

“Look at him!” Porsche says, “He is one of the ones Niran was talking about, one who gets severe morning sickness and is miserable until the process is over!”

“It isn't even growing inside him,” Kinn says, “He may be throwing up due to anxiety.”

“Arm isn't an anxious vomiter,” Porsche counters, “If he was, he wouldn't have gotten the head guard position and become so openly adamant about staying on Tankhun’s team despite the promotion. He's a nerd and can be introverted, but he has balls of steel! And now he's pregnant!”

Kinn groans, “We’ve never had a pregnant guard. Pregnant girlfriends of guards, and pregnant maids and cooks, but not guards-”

“I'm not pregnant.”

Kinn quickly shuts up as Arm gets back in the car. Arm looks at both of them, appearing clammy, tired, and suspicious before letting out a sigh.

“Do you have gum?”

Porsche quickly digs into his pocket, “Here. You can just have the rest of the pack. In case you need to throw up again, you will have it.”

“I don't need to throw up again,” Arm says, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth before leaning his head against the window, “I need food.”

Porsche quickly bangs on the back of the seat, “Kinn, we’re going out to eat. Wherever Arm wants.”

“Hibachi,” Arm says, his eyes closed, “And sushi.”

“Expensive and sophisticated cravings!” Porsche says with an approving nod.

“They aren't cravings. It's just what I want.”

Again, Porsche isn't going to challenge Arm. Not right now.

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Arm doesn't know why Kinn and Porsche are trying to restrict what kind of fucking sushi he gets when he's NOT pregnant. He isn't even in denial. If Achara was truly born from a magical egg created by Niran, then Arm understands he may very well find a newborn who is biologically his child outside his door within the next couple of days. But it isn't like that baby is growing inside of him. Even Niran said they will grow in his workshop, or whatever the fuck it is.

“We are just asking that you get low-mercury fish that is cooked,” Kinn says softly, acting like a fucking know-it-all despite just looking up this information, “Or a roll with just vegetables. We’re not trying to control you-”

“Fine,” Arm says, tossing the menu at Kinn, “You pick for me. Despite saying I can eat ‘whatever’ I want, you go ahead and pick. Take away more of my autonomy. I’ll wait.”

Kinn stares at him for a moment, then looks at Porsche.

“How am I supposed to respond to that?”

“With patience, respect, and empathy,” Porsche says in a hushed voice, then gives Arm a bright smile, “We will buy you ALL the sushi when your baby arrives-”

“After he finishes breastfeeding,” Kinn whispers, “He needs to be careful about what he eats if he starts breastfeeding.”

Porsche's smile becomes more forced, “Once the baby is weaned.”

Arm really doesn't want to breastfeed. He feels strong emotions bubbling up inside of him, and his normal level of control seems non-existent. Before he knows it, he feels tears springing to his eyes so rapidly that he takes off his glasses and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“Fuck, Arm,” Kinn says, sounding truly upset for him, “I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened. You…If you need some time off…I know you have sisters. If you want to spend some time with them, we can arrange that. I would prefer it if you stayed. So we can make sure you and the baby are safe. But if you need some time away, I…I understand.”

“Or we can invite your sisters to stay in the compound, if they are open to that,” Porsche says, “But regardless of where you stay, you will not be put at risk. Not anymore. We’ll also give you so much time off-”

“You have no one to fill in for everything I do for you,” Arm says bitterly. When Arm puts his hands down to look at them for a reaction, it seems as though they realize what he is saying is true.

“We’ll…make due while you spend time with your baby,” Kinn says carefully, “Obviously, if you can consult - or help with the management side of things should you continue living in the compound - we will greatly appreciate it.”

“And we’ll give you a family suite!” Porsche says, nodding encouragingly, “One of the nicest ones we have. I'm sure Khun will love to throw a baby shower for you too! He might have even more fun with it than Kim’s and Chay’s!”

Khun shouldn't plan something like that. Not when this baby will be his too.

“And…” Kinn starts, looking slightly nervous, “Once the baby comes, we’ll run their DNA through the database. See if the other parent pops up, or at least one of their family members.”

“Of course we will,” Porsche says, then gives Arm another smile, “You know who it probably is? Pol. I bet it's Pol. You guys are really close!”

“I can see it!” Kinn says, looking hopeful for that particular outcome.

Pol is his closest friend. Raising a baby with him would not be awkward or terrible. In fact, they would probably co-parent harmoniously - albeit platonically. But Pol being his soulmate would be incredibly weird. He's like his brother.

“They would be so cute together!” Porsche gushes.

“I really think it's Pol,” Kinn says, nodding, “It just makes sense.”

It's not fucking Pol.

But he can't say that. Not without coming off as an asshole, nor can he say who it really is. Arm has no doubt in his mind who his soulmate is. He's been in a relationship with him for almost a year, and he's been in love with him for almost five. Even now that they are together, Arm still feels his heart skip a beat whenever Tankhun walks into the room.

But they aren't out. Not with how controlling Tankhun believes Korn will be, or how concerned and overly protective Kinn will be. It has stayed quiet, and their relationship coming out will likely alter Arm’s employment with the family.

He needs to talk to Tankhun. He needs to talk to his boyfriend.

“Khun just texted,” Kinn says, checking his phone, “He’s asking if everything went okay. What should I tell him?”

“Your call, Arm,” Porsche says.

Arm lets out a breath and does not give into the sudden need to rip Kinn’s phone out of his hands, lock himself in the bathroom, and cry to Tankhun over the phone.

“Tell him we are grabbing something to eat. Make sure to let him know we are saving room for the food being catered at the shower,” Arm says, “After everyone leaves and we get back to the compound, I will tell him about…this situation. I don't want him to get worried about me or stressed out during the party.”

With that, Arm takes his menu back and looks down at it, “Cooked, low-mercury fish or vegetarian sushi, right?”

“Just to be safe,” Porsche says.

“Fine,” Arm says, even though everything feels the opposite of fine right now. But logically, he knows he will feel better when he talks to Tankhun.

His soulmate.

[crescentlyautumn]

Hey… here ya go. Ok, bye!

[mousydentist]

in honor of me reading @laughsalot3412's an elegant mechanism for the thousandth time i drew what i headcanon kim as wearing in chapter seven! based on jeff's outfit at the komchadluek awards

i was trying to like photoshop it but i couldnt get it right so i decided to draw instead and i spent an OUTRAGEOUS amount of time on this for what it is but listen im not an artist ahkfdh i just NEEDED to see this after saying it's what i've pictured kim in for over a year (here’s where i realize that fic has had a chokehold on me for A WHOLE ASS YEAR 😭)

(the original picture)

BECAUSE YALL SEE IT RIGHT?????? GOD I FUCKING LOVE THAT FIC ISTG i might genuinely need to make a post soon about how much i love an elegant mechanism like. its not even funny the way that fic altered the course of my life

[imogenegomi]

Chapter nine is now up! 😊