#armtankhun fic

[ae-azile]

Progression - Chapter 30 Preview (Part 3!)

I wasn't going to share another preview, but since it is Pride Month and Thailand legalized same sex marriage, it felt appropriate to share this scene - which can sort of stand alone, even if you don't follow this particular story but love ArmKhun. 🙂

Scene/One-Shot under cut:

Tankhun had planned a private laser show on the beach!

“We can still watch the laser show,” Arm says, sounding like he is incredibly nervous, “I don't see why we wouldn't. I didn't realize you planned something like that. I just…This morning, you said you wanted tonight to be low-key. I didn't realize you planned a surprise of some sort. So I planned this because…because I love you. I never thought falling in love was in the cards for me. I just didn't. But I have had feelings for you for years, and they have only grown stronger since we got together and…was this not good enough? I had them decorate a secluded bridge over a koi pond with your favorite flowers and tea lights. There is a string quartet playing the song we first slow danced to. Did I do something wrong?” 

“Yes!” Tankhun says accusingly, putting his hands on his hips. Arm’s expression immediately looks crestfallen and Tankhun would normally feel TERRIBLE for making Arm feel that way, even for a second. 

But Arm beat him. He came up with this beautiful proposal with just the right amount of romanticism and intimacy. Even if Tankhun still had the opportunity to one up this, he wouldn't be able to. The laser show was supposed to be private and fun. Tankhun was going to play dumb and act like it was a surprise for him too. Songs that had meaning to them were to play before the daunting question spelled itself out across the sky. It had been incredibly expensive to come up with and make happen within forty-eight hours, and it isn’t even going to happen. 

“You…” Tankhun tries to explain, then lets out a groan, pulls the box out of his pocket, and waves it in the air, “You ruined MY proposal! It is scheduled for midnight. That is just in twenty minutes, and you beat me! Do you know how long I have been carrying this ring? Almost nine months! You could have developed a healthy baby in your womb during that time, and don't say that isn't possible! You’ve ruined my proposal with your perfect one, so you get to be knocked up with our child in this scenario and not point out the flaws in my logic! I want a girl! Accept!” 

When Tankhun finally calms down enough to take in his boyfriend's demeanor once more, he sees that he's holding back a laugh. He thinks this catastrophe is funny. 

“Arm!” Tankhun says, stomping his foot once, “Stop.” 

“I'm sorry,” Arm says quickly, then steps closer, “If I had realized you were going to propose to me, I would have just let you do the honors. It was very daunting and stressful to plan this out.” 

“And you think I didn't have the same experience?” Tankhun asks, “You should have given me a head's up! I would have cast my plans aside and geared myself up for such a beautiful moment!” 

“You’re the one who should have given me a head’s up!” Arm says defiantly, “You’ve had a ring for longer. I only got this one right after Kim moved back into the compound.” 

Tankhun looks at Arm sullenly, “You have only wanted to marry me half the time I’ve wanted to marry you?” 

Arm lets out a groan and steps closer, “Of course not. I was fooling around with different designs for months. I wanted something that would represent your taste and personality. I was looking at different shops online, visiting stores during my free time, and making calls. I finally decided on an online store when I looked into customer reviews, but even then, I spent a long time trying to figure out what would work for you! You can be picky, Khun! And I wanted to get something you would love but would still compliment mine if I designed one for myself because I want everyone to know we belonged to each other. I know I said I didn't mind that your family didn't know back when we were keeping this a secret from them, and that was mostly true. Your reasons for keeping it from them for so long were valid. But I knew that I would face them - or even approach them alone - if you said yes. I love you, Khun. I love how smart and charismatic you are, how devoted you are to your brothers. You love my sisters and nieces like they're your blood, and I love that about you too. I love how you treat your fish like they're your children and how creative you are in so many different ways. I especially love how strange, dramatic, and demanding you can be-” 

“I have never been strange, dramatic, or demanding!” Tankhun says shrilly, only for Arm to take his face in his hands. 

“You are. And if you suddenly stopped being that way, I would hate it. I love everything about you and want to marry you because you're it for me.” 

Arm lets his hands drop at that point and Tankhun lets the words sink in. While he is still slightly frustrated his proposal plan was derailed by Arm’s proposal plans, that was a beautiful declaration of love. A bit of a ramble at times, but Arm is more introverted than he is and was never on the debate team like Tankhun was. And even though Tankhun has the skills to make a beautiful speech, he supposes he would also be flustered if the situation was reversed. 

The situation could have easily been reversed if Arm had just waited a little longer. But Tankhun does appreciate the effort he has put into this. 

“Let me see the ring,” Tankhun says, then realizes that sounds slightly demanding and is proving Arm right, “Would you please show me the ring?” 

“You don't have to ask. I was going to show you when I got down on one knee and you interrupted me.” 

“You took me by surprise!” Tankhun says, then lets out a sigh and pushes the box back towards Arm, “I'm sorry I ruined your proposal. But to be fair, you ruined mine first. Take two!” 

Arm stares at him in bewilderment, “Huh?” 

“It means try again. Sheesh, Arm! Don't you watch any of the behind the scenes clips I send you for the dramas we binge?” Tankhun says, then pushes on Arm’s shoulders, “Go on. Get on one knee. I’ll be quiet this time, I promise!” 

“You promise?” Arm asks cautiously but slowly starts to lower himself to the floor of the bridge. Once he is fully in position, Tankhun nods in approval and Arm takes it as a signal to go ahead. 

“Tankhun,” Arm starts as he looks up at him, “I’ve cared for you since the first day I met you and loved you since that day my biological father unexpectedly visited the compound to bug me about money and you punched him so hard that he fell into the pool-” 

“That was five years ago!” Tankhun cuts in with surprise, but then lets out a laugh, “That was really funny! I punched him in front of all the guards! Even Chan laughed and…Sorry. I interrupted. Continue.” 

Arm smiles a little, then pulls the box out again, “I’ve loved you a little more and more each day - both the good ones and bad. I didn't think it was possible to love someone more, but when you made your feelings known too, I felt emotions I had never experienced. They were terrifying, exhilarating, and a comfort, and I will cherish you and what I feel for you every single day for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” 

When Arm shows him the ring, it's beautiful. It's a rose gold band with a larger inlay of a dark green stone, and a smaller one underneath that is white. It will stand out, but still be sleek and subtle, just like Arm’s is. 

In fact - other than the inlay colors - it looks a LOT like the one Tankhun made him. 

“Did you order that from this site?” Tankhun asks, pulling out his phone to look up the site in question.

Arm leans in to look at it, “How did you know?” 

“I had to pay so much in shipping costs just to get them to do yours!” Tankhun says, “I can't believe they profited so much from our love!” 

“Malai helped me out with it. She has embassy connections from her old job and access to an address they would freely ship to,” Arm says, “I didn't have to pay for the ridiculous fee they were asking for that way.”

“Ugh, I should have asked around!” Tankhun says, “I thought about it, but I didn't want word to get back to Pa and-” 

“Tankhun, you still haven't answered.” 

Tankhun gives him an exasperated look, “Well, of course it's a yes. I literally planned a proposal. You thought there was a chance of me saying no? You're so silly, Arm. You know, for someone so smart, you can be unsure of the undying and unconditional love myself and others have for you and-”

Before Tankhun can finish, Arm is back on his feet, slipping the ring onto Tankhun's left ring finger, and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Tankhun fully returns it as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulls him closer. 

His fiancé’s shoulders. Because that is what Arm is now. His fiancé. 

“So you talked to Malai about this and she didn't tell me even though we are going to be lawyers together,” Tankhun says with a sigh, “Did you tell the rest of your sisters?” 

“Just Hansa,” Arm says, still holding him close, “I figured Nalin and Preeda would bombarde me with different suggestions on how to ask you, which would just overwhelm me more. But other than Malai and Hansa, I told Pol.” 

Tankhun feels a jolt of annoyance, “I told Pol! I can't believe he knew we would have conflicting plans to propose to each other and he just let it happen!” 

“To be fair, he risked pissing both of us off if he would have said anything.” 

…That's true. 

“Did you ask Pa or Kinn for their permission?” Tankhun asks. 

Arm shakes his head, “It's your decision. Not theirs. I don't think either of us need their permission for this. We are our own people.” 

Tankhun grins at that, brings him in for another kiss, then cups his face, “I only told Pol and Nam at first, but I ended up telling Kim and Kinn on weed brownie night. Everyone approves.” 

“Even Kinn?” 

“He was much more supportive than I thought he would be,” Tankhun says, “Granted, that brownie hit him hard. He was concerned about having cancer. He thought there was a freckle on his nail bed, so I suppose his impending doom made him prioritize his concerns. It turned out to be speck from a marker when your nieces begged him to color with them. All of that worrying for nothing! But the few people who do know have been very supportive.” 

“Good,” Arm murmurs, “I'm glad.” 

“Me too,” Tankhun says gently, then kisses him once more. He could stay in this moment forever. 

Except…

“The laser show will start any minute!” Tankhun says with a shout as he breaks off the kiss, then presses his finger against Arm’s chest, “This didn't happen, okay? This proposal can re-enter your mind after I propose to you, but for now? You have to pretend to be surprised.” 

Arm bites back a smile, “Ah. Of course. So you said there was a good view of the beach over this way?” 

Tankhun preens under Arm’s willingness to play along, “I did! I can't wait to show you. I just thought of it a few minutes ago, but it's a new moon tonight. The sky should be dark and the stars will be easier to see. Oh, look! A string quartet! I wonder why they're here?” 

And while he hears Arm break character by laughing at the remark, Tankhun lets it slide. As soon as they are on the blanket and the laser show starts, complete with songs and impressive graphics, Arm is sucked in. And despite having a general idea of what the show is made up of, Tankhun finds himself sucked in as well. When the words, “Will you marry me?” are made up with a group of lit up drones, Tankhun lets out a sound of delight before sitting up. 

“Look at that!” Tankhun says, pointing at the sky, “I wonder who that is for?” 

“I wonder,” Arm says. When Tankhun glances down at him, he is taken aback when he sees tears glistening in Arm’s eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Tankhun asks, then glances up at the sky, “Is it that bad? I went with both privacy and technology, which are both things you like-”

“I loved it,” Arm says, his voice gruff, then quickly wipes his eyes, “And I'm not crying.” 

“Lies!” Tankhun declares, then claps his hands, “I moved you that much! So? Does that mean yes? Or are you not sure?” 

Arm squints at that, “Why do you think I wouldn't be sure? I just proposed to you less than ten minutes ago-”

“Shhh!” Tankhun says, hushing him, “Remember our agreement. That particular memory is wiped from our minds until my proposal has passed and we can make both proposal stories fun and sweet anecdotes to tell our seven daughters later.” 

“Seven?” 

Tankhun huffs, “I was robbed of sisters, Arm! There are plenty of reasons I call Kimberly by what should have been his name. I would have been a wonderful older brother to girls and I got younger brothers instead! Let me be a girl dad! I was cheated!"

“I am sure Kinn and Kim are both very grateful that things worked out the way they did.” 

“They better be,” Tankhun says, “So what do you say? Seven daughters? I was thinking one who is biologically yours, one who is biologically mine, one who is a surprise, and four adopted.” 

“...I am not opposed to having all girls.” 

“I didn't think you would be,” Tankhun says, “It suits you, being outnumbered by your sisters and nieces. Let's add onto the count-” 

“But I think we should only have two.” 

“Six.” 

“Three?” 

“Five!” 

“Four,” Arm says with a pointed finality. And even though four is technically closer to Arm’s original number than Tankhun's original number, he will accept it for now. There could always be a surprise twin or triplet that will pop up in their future surrogate’s pregnancy, or a group of several sisters who deserve to have the same home with two loving parents, or-

“Can we focus on the engagement and wedding planning before we have babies?” Arm asks, “We can look into egg donors or adoption websites as soon as we get back from the honeymoon, but-” 

“You need to say yes first.” 

“Hm?” 

Tankhun sighs, “You got on me about not giving you a clear answer to your proposal to me, but now you are delaying giving an answer to my proposal! It's rude, Arm! Not to mention hypocritical. We can only be engaged if you say yes.” 

“Even though you said yes to me already?” 

Tankhun raises an eyebrow, “You really need to learn how to roleplay. We shall add it to our sex lives and practice in the bedroom.” 

Arm sputters at that and while Tankhun genuinely enjoys making him this flustered, he wants a real answer. 

“Do you need to see the ring before you say yes or no?” Tankhun asks, pulling out the box again. It's only when he flips it open that he realizes how dark it is. 

“I don't need to be able to see the ring to tell you yes,” Arm tells him. 

“Fine, but hold onto your answer until you see it!” Tankhun says dismissively, “I worked really hard at designing it and I'm proud of it! I think you will really like it!” 

As Tankhun turns on the flashlight from his phone, Arm looks down at the ring and his smile gets wider. 

“It's a very nice ring. I love it.” 

“Good,” Tankhun says with a nod, then takes it out of the box and has it ready between his fingers, “You can give me your answer now.” 

Arm holds his left hand out and lets Tankhun hold it, “Yes. I will marry you.” 

Tankhun finds himself smiling ear to ear. And maybe - just maybe - there are tears in his eyes too. 

[thewholedamnboulangerie]

How To Befriend Birds, Ogle Shirtless Hunks, and Win Back Your Ex: A Guide by Porchay Kittisawat

Rating: T Chapter word count: 2648 Chapters: 1/5 Relationships: KimChay; ArmTankhun Additional tags: Post-Canon; Humor; Alternating PoV; Original Character; (the original character is a bird); (trust me she's vital to the plot); Everyone Lives AU; bodyguard beauty pageant; KimChay reconciliation era; Chay's 'crushing on all the bodyguards' era Summary: Hidden in the fine print of the contracts signed by every Theerapanyakul bodyguard, there lurks one very unusual clause: a stipulation that the undersigned is obligated to participate in the annual Theerapanyakul Bodyguard Aesthetic Championships. (Beauty Pageant. It's a bodyguard beauty pageant.) When Kinn and Porsche are unexpectedly called abroad on business, it falls to Chay to step up and fill the empty seat on the judging panel for that year's upcoming contest. A week of sequins, shirtlessness, costume sabotage and slutty catwalk strutting awaits - and maybe even a chance to reconcile with someone he's only just letting himself admit he misses...

I'm a little bit late, but my fic for @kinnporschebigbang is finally here! This is the longest fic I've ever posted to Ao3, and easily the crackiest as well, but it's been so much fun to work on it along with my artist partner @aghostlybao! They've created the most gorgeous art to accompany the fic, including the above banner and a few more surprises in the next chapter as well - I'm so excited to finally be able to share this project with everyone! 🥰

✨read on ao3✨

[legendaryrooftopscene]

My ArmTankhun sex worker AU is finally complete. I've just posted the last chapter. If you've been holding off on reading it because it was a WIP, the wait is over. Happy ending, in more ways than one :)

(first chapter is here if you'd like to start from the beginning)

[wildelydawn]

Aaaaaa did I almost not trick or treat you???

my dearest Faye, you get a whole ficlet (that was a writing exercise with @shou-jpeg but I’ve moderately cleaned up, I am so sorry djdkdkd)

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“Come on, come on, hurry up!”

“I’m trying! I didn’t think Khum Kim knew how to set up an electronic safe. This is so much harder to crack into than I thought.”

“Ugh! Have you learned nothing?!” Tankhun shoves Arm aside and looks closely at the safe in his youngest brother’s bedroom. “It’s either something to do with the child or with himself.”

“Khun, if we type in the wrong password, there is no telling what could happen.” Arm pushes up his glasses. “This is Khun Kim we are dealing with.”

Tankhun folds his arms. “I know, that is why you should try the child’s birthday-”

A sound. 

Arm goes pale.

“Fuck! They’re home! What did I tell you!?”

“They’re supposed to be at the studio all afternoon-”

“Useless!” Tankhun yanks Arm towards Kim’s living room. If he knows anything about his brother, it’s that the brat takes far too long to unlace his Doc Martens, so if they’re lucky-

“Quick! Hide behind the sofa!”

They sneak behind the black leather just before Porchay bursts into the living room.

Tankhun sees his brother throw up his hands. “You’re being unreasonable-” 

“I’m unreasonable?!” 

Arm and Tankhun exchange a look. The younger Kittisawat is not happy.

“You say you’re gonna go every week, and guess what? You’re still here!” 

There’s a clattering sound that makes Arm nearly jump out of his skin. “Fucking alright then! I’ll leave! Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Please, for God’s sake, yes! Go find someone else that can do this, because I can’t.”

The door slams. 

What could they have possibly been arguing about? They only moved in together a few weeks-

“What the hell are you two doing behind the couch?”

Porchay’s icy voice makes the hairs on the back of Arm’s neck stand straight up before he does. “Khun Porchay!”

“Arm. Tan-” 

“Ohh! My baby!!” Tankhun instantly sweeps Porchay into his arms, pressing his annoyed face into his chest. “What did he do to you!?”

“Did you hear all of that?”

“I did! Don’t you worry! I’ll set him straight!” Tankhun huffs angrily. “The nerve!”

“Isn’t he so stubborn! Why is he asking me to help him find a replacement! And bring him here!”

Tankhun immediately pulls Porchay away. “Are you serious?”

“I am!”

Tankhun immediately crashes Porchay back into his chest. “NOOO, my sweet baby, you don’t EVER have to do that. Kim can find his own replacement! On his own! Nothing could ever replace how beautiful, wonderful, adorable-”

“And it’s not even my apartment!” Porchay yells into Tankhun’s oversized coat. 

“I’ll buy you a new house! With whatever you need!” Tankhun sounds like he’s on the brink of tears.

“No,” Porchay groans. “I’m done! We’ve been looking for days, and I’m exhausted.”

“You’ve been looking!?”

The door swings open and a very annoyed Kim walks in. “Okay, so I just spent $4500-”

Tankhun walks right up to him, and before Arm can even blink, the eldest Theerapanyakun smacks the youngest right across the face.

The room is dead quiet as Kim’s face slowly turns back to face the scene in his apartment. There’s a bright red mark across his face.

Kim calmly exhales. “Khun? What are you doing here?”

“How dare you try to replace PORCHAY! How dare you try to make him find your next slut to play with!? Have you no decency!?” Tankhun is shrill and shouting and everyone is utterly gobsmacked.

“Wait, what-”

Tankhun grabs Porchay by the arm and yanks him forward. “This man has put up with your narcissistic bullshit for so long. All for what? For this! To be replaced at the drop of a hat?” Tankhun grabs Kim by the collar of his shirt, releasing a bewildered Porchay behind. “You are a disgusting, vile, piece of shit!” Tankhun’s hand then goes to Kim’s throat, walking him up against the wall.

“Khun!” Porchay’s wail cuts him off.

“Yes, my dear?” Tankhun replies, hand still on Kim’s throat, voice eerily calm.

“Let him go! What the hell are you doing!?”

“What you won’t! No one can replace you, Porchay, you are-”

“Khun! Oh my god, let him go! We’re talking about replacing his grand piano! We need a crane and team to scale this 20 story building, but Kim keeps fucking slacking on finding someone!”

Somehow, the room is more silent than before.

“Oh.”

[kinnbig]

ooh trick or treet!! 🎃

hello beloved here is an ArmKhun flavoured treat for you from a lil oneshot WIP I've had in my drafts for way too long 👀💖

It's the third outfit that does it.

Really, Tankhun isn't sure why he's surprised. The outfit is to die for. Tankhun looks incredible in it. He should almost certainly have anticipated some kind of reaction.

Perhaps it's different because it's just the two of them this evening. Usually, a bigger turnout is inspired by Tankhun's Pre-Party Styling Parties (wherein the afternoon before any excursion to Hum Bar (or really, to any function that Tankhun might care to attend - he's branching out these days, he's even been on a boat) is spent drinking cocktails and grazing on canapés and, most importantly, showcasing all of Tankhun's potential looks for the evening) - but today Chay has an audition, and Kinn and Porsche are away on business, and Pol was called away after barely ten minutes of partying (because one of his frankly ridiculous number of sisters rudely decided to give birth during Tankhun's gathering, which for some ungodly reason required Pol's presence) - and so now there's just Arm.

Arm, leaning against the wall in Tankhun's bedroom, wearing a surprisingly tasteful (albeit uninspiring) sky-blue button-up and holding a cocktail glass that no longer has a cocktail in it - because the entirety of said cocktail now finds itself staining the front of the aforementioned sky-blue shirt.

Tankhun had just swept aside the curtains of his dressing room to reveal his new outfit (his favourite so far; sheer, slinky mesh on top that clings exquisitely across his chest and waist and yoga-toned abs, if he does say so himself; expertly paired with a pair of flowy, delicately-patterned trousers with gorgeous corset detailing on the waistband; heeled, glittery boots; and a selection of fine silver jewellery, including a stunning body-chain that fastens quite eye-catchingly against his throat and waist), and Arm had looked up as he entered and promptly spilled his drink all over himself.

The thing is, Arm doesn't really even seem to have noticed. His eyes have gone very wide, and Tankhun can feel them on him; feel the heat of Arm's gaze on his skin as it traverses over him; feel Arm taking in the dark smudge of kohl around his eyes, the cling of shimmery black mesh to his torso, the caress of the delicate silver chain against his throat and sternum and waist - and Tankhun knows he looks good, of course he does, but the way Arm is looking at him stirs something molten and exhilarating deep within his gut.His blood seems to crackle.

Arm wants him.

It creeps through his veins, heady and powerful and intoxicating. Arm wants him, and it's so incredibly, electrifyingly perfect, because Tankhun has wanted Arm since the night he took off his clothes in Yok's bar.

(Or at least, the night Arm took off his clothes in Yok's bar is when Tankhun first allowed himself to admit that he wanted Arm; an earnest agreement to Yok’s drunken, filthy confession, whispered through a conspiratorial grin into Tankhun's ear, "I'd let that bodyguard of yours do more than just guard my body, I'll tell you that much," - but in truth, if he thinks about it: it's been longer than that. Much longer.

If Tankhun is honest with himself, he knows that this clawing, aching want has been simmering inside of him for so long that it feels perfectly at home in his rib cage; woven into the very fibre of his being; part of every single cell in his body as if each one had been designed to contain it - as if deep down, at his core, Tankhun had been built to yearn. To long. Like this. For him.)

Now, Arm stares at him with unmistakable desire, and Tankhun stills, for a moment, and lets the thrill of it hum down his spine; shuddered and singing and stuttered like wind-chimes in the breeze.

And then he tuts. "Oh," he says, and Arm startles at the sound, his eyes snapping to meet Tankhun's before abruptly dropping again, embarrassed, a pink flush rising high on his cheekbones as he inspects the damage to his shirt, "this won't do at all."

✨🍬 fic writer ask box trick-or-treat! 🍬✨

[giraffeter]

New Arm/Tankhun Fic!

Brave Enough for Everything

Arm/Tankhun, Rated E, 8427 Words

In dramas there’s always a Moment: the two leads look at each other and you just know they’re going to kiss. Is this a Moment? Tankhun isn’t sure how to tell without the swelling music and the camera pulling back to perfectly frame their faces.

You’re brave, Arm had said.

He leans in and presses his lips to Arm’s.

Read the whole thing on Ao3!

[khunspikesficrecs]

Title: you're not a ghost (I'm not afraid of you)

Author: toomoon

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Tankhun Theerapanyakul/Arm, Kinn Theerapanyakul/Porsche Kittisawat

Summary:

Kinn in full temper is a sight to behold, but Tankhun was raised as the family heir once too. He still knows how to play this game. "Porsche was deliberately targeted last night by an unknown entity," Tankhun says, and watches as the chill of his tone slices through Kinn’s fiery anger. “He was drugged and kidnapped for presumably nefarious reasons. All things you would have known, had you investigated the matter properly. Instead, you gave him an arbitrary punishment that further agitated his injuries.”

or, in which: Porsche has someone in his corner, Kinn gets a wakeup call and Tankhun is kind of a badass

[laesas]

Hehe! Yokpol #45!

My Committment to the bit is unparallelled. I wrote over 1000 words for absolutely no reason. Sometimes you have to invent an entirely new tag on Ao3:

For the whole time Pol's worked for the family, Khun nu has remained either in his suite or somewhere around the compound, usually with at least 2 bodyguards by his side. But now Tankhun is out and about… Pol is out of practice. It's not entirely his fault he keeps losing everybody - he keeps getting reasonably distracted.  Usually, in the end, he just sits at the bar and waits for Arm and Khun nu to get back. At least there he's not short of entertainment. Yok is wickedly funny and has a hundred different stories to tell. She's also an excellent flirt, so overall it's no hardship to spend a few hours with a beautiful lady while technically still on the clock. Luckily, losing Tankhun hasn't become a real problem yet. Arm hasn't even been particularly angry with him, and even gracefully accepts his endless apologies about it. But still, it must be frustrating: Khun nu can be a handful, and occasionally Arm has come back looking more than slightly dishevelled. Poor guy. 

Read the rest on AO3 Here.

Amateur Arborist - 1K - Rated T for Tankhun - YolPol and ArmTankhun nations rise up ✨

ANYWAY!

send me a kiss prompt number and a pairing and I’ll write a ficlet! or. in this case. an entire fic. why not. 💕

[kpts-fanexchange]

Day 2: "The Artistic Merits and Goals of Pornography" for psikeval, (Arm/Tankhun, MA, word count: 14177, Fic)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42840810

Summary: If there's one thing that everyone can agree on, it's that Tankhun Theerapanyakul is an expert in the fine art of watching dramas. He's a guru, a true connoisseur, with nary a gap in his specialist knowledge of genres, tropes, and character archetypes.

Well. There is one gap.

Prior to Porsche's arrival in the Theerapanyakul household, Tankhun had never dared to venture into the beguiling realm of pornography. But now, Porsche has tugged him across that threshold, and a whole new world of discovery is opening up before him.

And Arm is about to get dragged along for the ride.

[ae-langan]

So, I'm writing a semi-crackish fic in the KinnPorsche fandom. It's somewhat hard to describe, but currently in the fic, Vegas is drugged up on pain medications and is completely fine with Tankhun, Arm, Kim, Chay, and Porsche visiting his hospital room to play Nintendo Switch. While I do have a Nintendo Switch, I only play it sporadically. So this question is for anyone else in the KinnPorsche fandom: What games would you like to see them play? I have a few in mind, but would love to hear your opinions. The more off the wall and weird, the better.

[livsoulsecrets]

Summary:

Tankhun forces Arm to take a break when he overworks himself in the aftermath of the second family’s attack.

[ae-azile]

New Fic!

Title: I Do (Not Understand What's Going On)

Summary:

When Kinn wakes up to the news that his father is dead, he focuses on the tasks at hand:

1. Plan the funeral

2. Settle all estate matters

3. Avoid his complicated grief, as well as seeing Pa's body.

4. Tend to Khun's grief, since Kim claims to not have any. Plus, focusing on Khun's mental health means not focusing on what's happening in his own head.

The problem is, his older brother seems FINE. He cried upon finding out about Pa and at the funeral, but he's doing better than Kinn has ever seen him. It makes Kinn more concerned, and it tells him the inevitable breaking point will be bad. He needs to be prepared for whatever comes.

But nothing could have prepared him to receive an invitation to Arm's and Tankhun's wedding.

Read here:

[thewholedamnboulangerie]

If there's one thing that everyone can agree on, it's that Tankhun Theerapanyakul is an expert in the fine art of watching dramas. He's a guru, a true connoisseur, with nary a gap in his specialist knowledge of genres, tropes, and character archetypes.

Well. There is one gap.

Prior to Porsche's arrival in the Theerapanyakul household, Tankhun had never dared to venture into the beguiling realm of pornography. But now, Porsche has tugged him across that threshold, and a whole new world of discovery is opening up before him.

And Arm is about to get dragged along for the ride.

This was my main fic for the KinnPorsche Exchange, for @psikeval! It was quite possibly the most fun I’ve ever had writing a fic, I adore these two with my whole heart ❤️

Arm/Tankhun, rated M, 14k tags: background Kinn/Porsche; canon compliant; mutual pining; first kiss; practice kissing; There Was Only One Bed; Tankhun’s voyage of pornographic discovery

[legendaryrooftopscene]

Summary:

As a male escort with a high-end agency, Arm assumed it would only be a matter of time before he was called to the Theerapanyakul mansion. But when he gets a booking, it’s not with Khun Kinn as he had expected. Instead, he’s booked to see the eldest son, Khun Tankhun. As they work through Tankhun’s issues around intimacy and sexuality, Arm finds himself more and more endeared to the man. Developing feelings for a client is dangerous enough for any escort, but especially when the client has a last name as powerful as Tankhun’s. Still, Arm can’t resist returning again and again to coax pleasure and trust out of Tankhun.

It's finally ready! This is the first chapter of my 50k ArmTankun sex worker!AU. Chapters will be posted as edits are made.

If you enjoy this fic, please share/comment/reblog. ArmTankhun is a smaller, less popular ship, so I appreciate any engagement I can get back.

[shubaka]

a while back @the-cookie-of-doom tagged me in a WIP ask game thing and I was looking at all my documents and, well, y'all want to see the the extent of my clownishness?

WIPS that have at least one scene written

kimchay little shop of horrors au

working title: waiting for the sun to rise - a dead friend forever fic with special guest Sunshine

jeffcest Rain & Sunshine fic

jeffcest Rain & Ghost fic

jeffcest Eight-centric fic (dum dum unchained)

jeffcest Sunshine, Ghost, and military!Jeff somno fic

jeffbible rpf (yes shocking) for FTH fill

title: you can read a wattpad fic (but watch out) - kimchay reconciliation

title: How to Become an Intergalactic Crime Lord: It's all in the Dough - wujubakery fic hahaha

working title: move (i'm gay) - kimchay dancer!Chay au

flimania!kim x boc!kim x chay pwp

kimchay mascot meet cute au

macaukim fic

angsty kimchay brought back loving au

kimporsche fake dating au - but it's kimchay and kinnporsche

kimchay fake dating + outfit prompt fill that I want to expand on

kimchay ouran highschool host club au

working title: patchwork pizza - armtankhun fic that i really need to work on and get out of my drafts oh my god

Documents that just have outlines (partial or complete) written

the wiked lies we live chapter 10

caesura chapter 2 (uuugh i should really work on this one RIP)

kpts x the brothers sun crossover

kimchay and the five-finger discount book meet ugly

Documents that are essentially just an idea and a vibe

catfishing kimchay

kimchay handwash with care sequel? ish? anyway, it's a pwp regarding the shirt with the sleeve ties

jacksonjeff rpf that i jokingly said i'd write for a group chat, but i do actually feel obligated to write it lmao

coconut crimes kimchay au

kimchay murder mystery

[kinnbig]

Ask and thou shall receive!! Here's a snippet from the E rated Armtankhun fic (that I still don't know the title of):

What Tankhun did have was the most extensive sex toy collection in Bangkok. In whole Thailand. No one even came close. Expect for Tay. Tay could give Tankhun a run for his money in that aspect as well. Tankhun liked Tay. Vegas liked to think he came close, but he did not. Not ever. Tankhun did not like Vegas (for reasons completely unrelated to sex toy collections). And no Pete meant no one Tankhun could trust with organizing, restocking, and cleaning his toys. As Pete was busier with Vegas' collection, even if it clearly dwarfed in comparison.

Tankhun couldn't just outsource this role to anyone. He was very aware how pathetic and lonely his collection would make him look in their eyes. Pete never judged him, Tankhun allowed him to experiment as much as he wanted, they had a system, it worked. Flawlessly. Now it was all fucked up. Tankhun hoped, his cousin's emotionally volatile dickgame was worth it.

Pete reassured him at every turn, that it was. Tankhun put his hand to his ears and lalala-d because he did not need whatever mental image it conjured. Pete suggested to let Arm take over his duties. Ridiculous. Arm? Ex international beauty pageant Arm with his perfect body and stupid perfect face? Arm, with the prettiest cupid's bow ever? Arm, who was smart as a whip and cute as hell? Tankhun would join Elisabeth and Sebastian from the embarrassment.

(also please drop the Tankhun playlist, I need bops to listen to, while I write)

OH MY GOD. i’m SEATED i’m LISTENING i’m OBSESSED