#kimchay fanfiction

[ae-azile]

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

[live-from-flaturn]

I need a new longform fic to write!

Please read the descriptions and vote in the poll below (if you're interested. You totally do not have to be)!

ONE: The Perfect Pas de Chat

Chay is entering his second season as a ballet Cavalier with the Royal Bangkok Opera Troupe. After working two jobs to pay for dance materials and classes and three years dancing in the Corps, Chay's effort is finally paying off - Except maybe it isn't. Because some snotty rich boy with good technique and zero emotion in his performances just swanned into the studio bent on taking Chay's place!

Kim, meanwhile, is overjoyed that he'll finally get to work alongside his idol in the dance world, the man whose passion and expression motivate Kim to be at the barre early every morning: Porchay Kittisawat.

TWO: Space Oddity

Chay is fresh blood in hand-wavy 60's Thai Hollywood. Somehow he's been paired up with THE hottest star of the century for a new sci-fi romance-adventure flick: Kimhan Theerapanyakul. How is he supposed to handle being on set with his idol all day every day?

Pretty easy, as it turns out, because Kim is a jaded asshole. Chay tries to back out of the role but his contract is binding, then to make matters worse the studio suggests they fake a relationship for the papers. And Kim agrees?!

[guzhufuren]

Favourite KimChay Fics pt.1 (in alphabetical order)

1. An Elegant Mechanism by @laughsalot3412 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42223701

Kim was only an omega when he was luring people closer to his gun. No one had to give Kim a weapon. He was one.

(Kim's mission is to get close to Porchay Kittisawat. Chay is not a typical alpha. Kim is not a typical omega. Kim isn't having feelings and Chay is going to be so normal about all of this.)

2. checkmate by @majestictortoise https://archiveofourown.org/series/3041331

Porsche watches the security video from Yok's bar. He has so many questions.

Kim ruins some of his father's plans, talks about his feelings, totally doesn't cry, and finally gets to kiss a cute boy.

3. dancing with our hands tied by @staykimchay https://archiveofourown.org/series/3051495

The post canon fic in which Chay decides he wants to go out and get drunk and instead gets himself into a whole heap of trouble. The events which follow will break and mend hearts, forge new alliances and, perhaps most importantly, earn Chay the reputation he deserves.

4. I Just Want To Stay Here by @sweet-william-writes https://archiveofourown.org/works/39742848

In which Porchay comes home from his camp to find his brother mysteriously gone and his idol sitting in front of his house waiting to ask him for a seemingly simple favour AKA to hell with canon I refuse to let baby Chay get kidnapped so I make it Kim's problem and get domestic about it

5. idiots & idioms by @thecookiemonster77 https://archiveofourown.org/series/3061830

W I ꓘ ✓ @ WiK hi this is p’wik’s boyfriend. i broke my ankle and am confined to the sofa to heal because my boyfriend’s terrible, so AMA until i get kicked off

stan first, live second @ kerders @ WiK wait you’re real???????

W I ꓘ ✓ @ WiK @ kerders idk if this is supposed to be a jab at me or imply p’wik would make up a boyfriend like a loser in high school

Chay does an AMA on the official Wik twitter. Kim's reputation may not survive.

6. karma is a cat (purring in my lap) by @staykimchay https://archiveofourown.org/series/3208398

The night air is warm and humid. A full moon hangs in the sky above the city like a beacon in the dark. Chay sighs to himself and looks up at it. Today marks the month anniversary of Kim breaking up with him—if you can call it that.

AKA the fic where Chay gets turned into a kitten, manages to find Kim and has the unfortunate position of watching everyone he loves think he’s missing.

7. More or Less https://archiveofourown.org/works/40492791

Finding out both his brother and his crush were involved with the mafia had not been Porchay's intention when he'd gone to investigate where his brother had actually disappeared off to but that was what he'd gotten. So he had no choice but to deal with it somehow.

8. One Second Chance https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358589

Alright, he’d talked to Chay, he’d written the man a song, neither of that had gotten through. What else could he do? Kim needed options. And maybe a miracle.

(Fix it fic while we wait for second season)

9. With Every Guitar String Scar on My Hand I Take This Man to Be My Lover https://archiveofourown.org/works/40088208

People not noticing that Kim and Chay are a couple and one time they do. Everyone going "That's suspicious, that's weird...anyway."

[sapphicblight]

it's hard to play with rules in the way - a kimchay pwp

Year of the OTP 2023 August prompt: au of your choice In which WiK breaks his own rule about not fucking groupies.

key tags: canon divergence, wikchay, thigh fucking (intercrural)

[cloudburst-ink]

Thank you all so much for coming with me on this awesome journey. 🖤

[crescentlyautumn]

Trick or Treat! 🧛🏻‍♀️🎃🍫🍬

Oh I know the perfect snippet for you! With that emoji set, I give you the spooky KimChay fic I was working on. (Let me know if anyone actually wants to see this, since I’m kinda meh about it)

Under the cut because it’s a little unhinged.

The smell of wet asphalt and the lingering heat of the day wafted up and overwhelmed the city air, even as night laid its blanket over the world. The stars pierced the night sky in some far off place, whereas here, all that one could see was the blurring of neon lights and the pooling headlights on the many roads that wrapped around the heart of Bangkok like ribbons. The many alleys that hid all the deep and nasty secrets of the city were the perfect place for one to hide. Waiting for your prey in the cover of darkness and committing the most monstrous things.

And Chay knew all about those things. Had seen them more times then he would like to admit. Seen throats slit — blood pouring like rivers from the split skin. Seen bodies tangled and twisted in shapes that insured that breathing would never happen again. Watched as organs were ripped from bodies — stolen like precious treasures. Chay had seen it all. Watched as a helpless bystander as so many took their last breaths; their hearts slowing, before the final beat would echo in his ears.

And here he was, once more, with a body at his feet. A fresh gunshot wound dead center in the chest, still allowing the warm red liquid to cover the person like a sheet. Chay sighed, and grimaced as the smell of blood and death attacked his senses. Chay crouched down, crossing his arms over his knees, and began to count.

5…

4…

3…

2…

Chay felt himself knocked over, and didn’t have a moment to scramble before he was being hoisted up by his throat, and slammed into the tacky brick wall behind him. Chay felt his eyes going wide as before him stood a figure, and darkness was the only way to describe them. From head to toe, nothing but darkness stood before him. And then, Chay saw darkness of another form. Burning orbs of obsidian blazed before him, and Chay felt his mouth go dry. The fingers curled around his throat tightened, and Chay’s breath was choked off as he tried to speak.

[wildelydawn]

The amazing and talented @/petalsatur on Twitter drew WIK and Porchay's soul crushing line for my KimChay FanFic "Your Look, Through This Lens."

Petal, thank you so much for making this for me. I am so happy YLTTL inspired you. I really am struck speechless.

Please also like/retweet her work here!

*I have explicit permission to post this artwork on Tumblr. Please do not repost this artwork without the artist's permission.

[goodgame0101]

I’m looking for a KimChay FF !

Hello Kimchay fandom, i’m looking for a KimChay fanfiction, i’m desesperate I can’t find it…

In the ff, Kim and Chay spend every night together and start to heal all of their trauma and they are getting back together. But they didn’t say « i love you » to each other and Tankhun (best character ever) wants to help them to confess and he start chaos in the mansion with the fire alarm 🫣

Thank you so much 🙏🏻

[giraffeter]

Love's a Two-Way Dream

Kim/Chay, 52k, rated E

post-canon dark Kim au

Kim stands up as well and slips an arm around Chay’s waist to steady him. Chay’s body melts under Kim’s touch. Waves ripple and rebound through him, concentric rings spreading from Kim’s fingertips. Chay sags into him, half-expecting to float. “I don’t…” Chay mumbles. “What… hmm…” He can’t think. He’s so warm. “Did you…?” “I gave you a little something,” Kim says. His voice is so smooth. Chay wants to swim in it. “To help you relax.” ~ Post-canon, Chay and Kim are back together, but Kim wants to keep Chay all to himself. Forever. He's got some ideas for how to do it. AKA: "The Kimchay Atticwife Fic"

tags: rape/non-con, non-consensual drug use, drugged sex, sexual assault, kidnapping, imprisonment, partner betrayal, anal sex, enemas, loss of trust, psychological horror, dead dove: do not eat, the theerapanyakun urge to atticwife, dark kim kimhant theerapanyakun, minor porsche pachara kittisawat/kinn anakinn theerapanyakun

read on ao3!

[narakasfuck]

you and me, witnessed by the rain

read it on AO3

Pairing: KimChay

Word count: 3.3k

Raiting: Teen and Up Audiences

Additional tags: boys kissing, car make out, fluff

Summary:

Kimhan and Porchay are on their way back from a date when the rainy weather strikes. It is pouring incessantly to the point that they mutually agree to pull over and take shelter at a parking lot.

Maybe it's the way that the lights are shining on Porchay like a halo above his head, making him look like an actual angel. Or maybe it's the way that Porchay's big, sincere eyes are looking at him with so much affection. Or maybe it's just the way that Porchay's lips stretch into the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

Kimhan is not sure which is the reason, but he really wants to kiss Porchay.

Kimhan’s brows knit into a troubled frown as the rain keeps pouring down incessantly. Every drop of rainwater hits harshly on the roof of his car with loud rattles. So loud, in fact, that it even drowns out the sound from the radio that Porchay switched on earlier.

The persistently leaking clouds hovering above them are dark and gloomy, engulfing the whole area in complete darkness. Even the windshield wipers are struggling to keep up with the rain, barely providing Kimhan enough proper visibility to continue driving. Thus, to ensure their safety, Kimhan has been navigating the road as slowly as he can. His lax posture from earlier shifts into sitting up with his back straight and his tensed knuckles gripping firmly on the wheels. Luckily, there are not many vehicles around at the moment.

“Phi Kim,” The young boy in the passenger seat calls out to him. His voice raises slightly so that Kimhan can hear him through the noise. Kimhan gives him a small nod in acknowledgment, not wanting to avert his gaze from the road in front of them.

“I think we should pull over and wait out, it’s too dangerous to drive right now.”

“Mhm, you’re right. We really should,” He easily agrees. Had he been driving alone right now he probably would not be bothered. He would rather drive through the heavy rain than be stranded at the side of an empty road, just so he could be in the comfort of his apartment as soon as possible. But Porchay is someone Kimhan truly cares about, more than he does himself. He refuses to put the younger one at risk, especially one that he could have easily avoided.

“There’s a recreational park ahead, Phi Kim. We can take shelter at their car park.”

It takes almost 10 minutes for them to safely arrive at the said park, despite it being barely a couple of miles away. And thankfully the parking lot is an open space that is accessible to visitors at any time of the day. And it is lit fairly well too by multiple lamp posts perched alongside the space.

So Kimhan swiftly drives through the entrance and into the parking lot, opting for a spot with a canopy shade for cover. There are a few holes in the canopy, allowing a few drops of rainwater to slide down the windshield occasionally. Regardless, he figures this is better than nothing. At least they are not struggling to hear each other anymore.

“I’m sorry bambi, I should’ve checked the weather forecast before asking you out today,” Kimhan sighs out apologetically as he unbuckles his seatbelt and stretches his back which has become stiff from driving so tensely earlier.

Porchay unbuckles his own seatbelt too. A soft flush slowly spreads across his cheeks, both from the coolness of the car’s air-conditioner and also Kimhan’s casual usage of the term of endearment. It is not even the first time that Kimhan has called him bambi . The man has used it on more occasions than one. But still, it never fails to stir the butterflies in Porchay’s stomach, driving them wild.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Phi Kim. At least I have an excuse to stay longer with you now.”

Porchay looks up at Kimhan as he speaks and flashes him a bashful smile.

A smile that stuns Kimhan in his seat. His own eyes remain unblinking as he stares into the younger’s beautiful ones that are originally big and sparkling but have turned into crescents now from smiling. He watches almost enchanted by the way the boy’s plump lips tugged at the corners to form a smile. They are a little chapped due to the weather, but it is still the most beautiful smile Kimhan has ever seen in his entire life.

Kimhan wants to kiss those pretty lips so bad.

“I used to play in the rain with Hia and his friends, a lot,” Porchay mutters softly to break the silence in the car. He looks out the window, observing the rain in the dark that is still not calming down even a bit since earlier. Then he turns around to face Kimhan who has already shifted his entire form in his seat to gaze in Porchay’s direction.

Porchay swallows when his gaze meets Kimhan’s intense one. He can feel his own heartbeat thumping embarrassingly loudly against his rib cage that Kimhan can probably hear it too even from this distance, albeit faintly. But he keeps it locked there, not avoiding the elder’s eyes.

“Hia doesn’t actually like rainy weather.” He emits a small chuckle upon reminiscing the old days when his older brother Porsche is barely a teen himself. The change is very subtle, but Porchay notices how Kimhan’s eyes soften as he listens to his story. So he continues.

“He thinks it’s too cold and he hates the dark. He also thinks the thunder and lightning are scary.” Memories of Porsche complaining whenever he had requested the older to play in the rain with him vividly played in his head, making him smile fondly.

“But Hia indulges me anyway despite it all. Not without dragging his friends along, that is.”

“No offense, bambi,” Kimhan starts. The corner of his lips lifted into an amused smile.

“But I have to agree with Porsche on this one. Rainy weather is a whole hassle.” Porchay feigns an offended look at Kimhan; eyes wide open, complete with an exaggerated gasp in disbelief. Though he can’t hide the cheeky grin growing on his face soon after. He lifts a finger up at Kimhan and wags it side to side.

“Nu-uh Phi Kim you’re wrong. The rainy weather is nice and cozy! It's deemed cuddle weather for a reason.” He argues in a rather light-hearted manner.

“There’s nothing cozy about walking in wet socks from being drenched in the rain,” Kimhan replies and catches the wagging finger in his own hand. An action he barely even registers he is doing. He just reaches for it out of his instinct to touch Porchay.

When it comes to the younger boy, sometimes Kimhan thinks that his body has a mind of its own, moving on autopilot. He finds himself doing things he does not usually do, saying things he is not used to saying, and most importantly, feeling things he has never felt before. This is all very unfamiliar to Kimhan, and the unfamiliarity scares him sometimes if he has to be honest.

As the youngest heir of a mafia family that owns a multitude of businesses, Kimhan has been trained since youth to live a routine life. Right from the day he was able to speak and walk, he had been taught all the things he supposedly needed to survive living in this family. However, those were all just the technicalities. None of them had prepared him to face a force stronger than a business partner trying to sneak their way into betraying his family, or a rival gang pointing a fully loaded gun straight in his direction.

A force called love . A romantic affection.

But above all, Kimhan thinks Porchay is more than worth it for him to step out of his comfort zone and his trained routines. He allows himself to learn how to feel, for Porchay. Because at this point, he really can’t live without Porchay.

Porchay clicks his tongue and playfully rolls his eyes. “Phi Kim, you're so unromantic.”

Porchay’s mouth is complaining but his hand that is in Kimhan’s gentle grip opens up, then he laces their fingers together so they are properly holding hands. He is even stroking Kimhan’s knuckle soothingly with the pad of his thumb as he continues to tell Kimhan more stories about himself.

Kimhan really, really wants to kiss Porchay right now.

So kissing Porchay is exactly what he will do.

It happens so fast that it gives Porchay a whiplash. One moment he is animatedly telling Kimhan about the time he got sick after playing in the cold rain too long, and then the next second he feels an arm snaking around his waist and swiftly pulling him forward. The action rips a surprised yelp out of him but he is too stunned to resist, so he just lets Kimhan maneuver him into straddling the older man’s lap, sandwiched in the tight space between the man’s toned body and the steering wheel. Porchay immediately stretches his arms out to prop against the leather seat–caging Kimhan’s head between them–to avoid squishing him under his weight.

“Phi Kim!” Porchay gasps out and he lightly slaps at Kimhan’s chest as the latter reclines his backrest a little. Just enough to provide Porchay some more space.

Kimhan tightens his hold around Porchay’s waist, drawing the boy flushed against his chest. Porchay’s breath hitched at how close they are right now. So close that he can feel the warm puff of air when Kimhan breathes. So close that Kimhan can feel every beat of Porchay’s heart right against his own chest.

Porchay purposely ignores the way this position and the close proximity have his crotch pressed right on Kimhan’s.

Kimhan cups Porchay’s soft cheek in his palm and runs the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip. His touch is so light and tender that one would never expect it to come from Kimhan.  His now hazy eyes unable to look away from Porchay’s enticing lips. Porchay finds himself melting under his stare.

“Can I kiss you, Chay?” Kimhan inquires breathlessly, making it evident to Porchay just how much the older man craves for him. So desperate to taste his lips that he can barely control his desire. Porchay’s heart flutters and sings in delight. Kimhan really has a knack for making him feel wanted and desirable.

Porchay is rendered so speechless now that his addled brain can’t even form a word, so he just nods his head in reply, granting Kimhan his full consent.

Kimhan’s initial instinct is to dive in and immediately devour those lips. But Kimhan’s rationale begs to differ; he thinks Porchay’s lips deserve to be worshiped instead.

Keeping his hand on Porchay’s cheek, Kimhan first presses a soft kiss on Porchay’s bottom lip, gazing up at Porchay briefly when he pulls away. Then he switches up to kiss Porchay’s upper lip, letting it linger for a bit before he pulls away again.

Porchay’s eyes flutter close in return and he rests his hands on Kimhan’s shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt with pure anticipation. And when he feels Kimhan’s mouth on his bottom lip again–but this time Kimhan captures it in between his own lips and gives it an experimental suck–Porchay has to hold back the embarrassing moan that is bubbling up in his throat.

“More?” Kimhan asks in a deep, sultry voice. Lucky for Porchay he is not standing at the moment, otherwise he is sure his legs will give up on him.

“Yes– please,” Comes Porchay’s immediate answer. Gradually becoming just as breathless as Kimhan is.

Kimhan wastes no time to lean in and claim Porchay’s full lips with his own, pulling the younger into a sweet kiss. Their mouths slide together – lips slotting against each other like they are a puzzle piece. Porchay’s arms move out of instinct to wind around Kimhan’s neck as he returns the kiss promptly. Moving his lips languidly, as if both of them are testing the waters, and in perfect sync with Kimhan’s. And when Kimhan darts his tongue out to lick across Porchay’s lip, he parts his mouth open easily to allow Kimhan access. Letting Kimhan enthusiastically slide his tongue into Porchay’s mouth, exploring his wet cavern and lapping his wet muscle. As if that is not enough, Kimhan proceeds to suckle on Porchay’s tongue, earning him a small whimper from the younger boy.

Porchay’s lips taste as sweet as he has expected – Kimhan thinks to himself as he continues to devour the boy’s lips to his heart's content. Or maybe Kimhan is just biased and imagining things. But he swears Porchay’s lips tasted like the caramel chocolate drink he used to love so much as a teen – before his full adult tastes decided that they do not want anything that is not coffee anymore. So sweet and addictive. The more he indulges himself in those lips, the harder it is for him to control his desire.

Kimhan only lets go of Porchay’s lips when the need for air finally claws at his chest. The sudden loss of contact makes Porchay whine and chase Kimhan’s lips back. Their lips manage to find each other once again. Though this time, gone is the gentleness and sweetness from earlier.

Kimhan’s skilled fingers thread into Porchay’s soft hair and grip a fistful of it, using it as a leverage to pull Porchay closer so he can deepen the kiss. His gentle movements from before gradually became more rough and intense. Switching from nipping Porchay’s lips to sucking it eagerly, then biting it none too gently only to swipe his tongue over it to lick the sting away.

Porchay feels like the bones in his body have all turned jelly in the pleasure that Kimhan is providing him. Kimhan’s lips on him are hot and relentless; he can only succumb into the kiss. Kimhan’s tug on his hair stings; though it is the kind of delicious sting that spreads goosebumps all over his body. And then there is Kimhan’s other hand– God help Porchay, he is on the very edge of his sanity at this point. Kimhan’s other hand has untangled from Porchay’s waist in favor of crawling lower towards his clothed ass. Porchay’s entire system burns with want and need when Kimhan grabs his perky flesh and kneads it roughly in his hand, making him mewl helplessly into the kiss.

All he can think of right now is just Phi Kim, Phi Kim, Phi Kim.

The wet sound of their lips smacking on each other and Porchay’s pleased moans echoed in the car. So loud and lewd in their ears as their minds tune out all the howling and thrumming of nature outside, completely absorbed in each other. Unfortunately it does not take too long before they have to pull away again from the lack of air. It is only now that Porchay registers how lightheaded he is.

Panting heavily to regain his breath, Porchay leans his forehead to rest on Kimhan’s. His chest heaves up and down to generate as much oxygen as he needs. He does not need to look into the mirror to know his lips are so red and swollen right now, and his hair askew from Kimhan’s rough fingers. Though when he peeks at Kimhan, he sees that the man is in no better shape than him. Kimhan’s lips are left parted as he inhales deeply. Just as raw and glistening as Porchay’s are. His dark, lustful gaze remains on Porchay, making the younger squirm in his lap.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Kimhan leans in to bury his face into the juncture of Porchay’s neck, in which the latter tilts his head to the side to grant him more access. Porchay emits a contented sigh as Kimhan rubs the tip of his nose against his skin up along the span of his neck, leaving a trail of tingles on his skin.

And then he bursts into soft laughter when Kimhan mouths at the back of his ear, purposely tickling him with the warm puffs of air he blows onto his skin. He tries to push at Kimhan’s chest and lean away from him, but evidently Kimhan’s years of mafia training and workout do not go in vain. Porchay’s lanky frame can never win against Kimhan’s when it comes to strength.

“Phi Kim!” Porchay manages to shriek out in between his uncontrollable laughter and he brings a hand up to cover his ear. “Quit it, that tickles!”

Kimhan, being a menace that he is, instead tugs at Porchay’s hand and continues to blow warm air onto the back of his ear, switching from one side to the other with a mischievous grin on his face. Porchay’s high pitched laughter and giggles filled up the entire car, echoing through Kimhan’s ears like the best piece of melody he has ever heard in his life. One of these days, he might just try to compose a whole song about the younger’s melodious laugh.

Kimhan only stops tickling when the poor boy begs with tears pooling in his eyes from laughing too much. A fond smile gracing his face as he watches the boy in his lap. His cheeks have turned so red from being teased earlier.

Unable to suppress his urge, KImhan cups Porchay’s cheeks in his palms and smooches him square on the lips.

“Let’s go back now, Phi Kim? It’s stopped raining already,” Porchay tips his chin towards the window and both of them look through it to see that it has, in fact, stopped raining. It is still dark outside, considering it is already late in the evening. But at least it is not pouring cats and dogs anymore.

“Do you want me to drop you off at your family’s house, or are you staying at the mansion tonight?”

Kimhan gives Porchay one last peck on the lips before he finally detaches his hands from the boy, letting him crawl back over to the passenger seat. Now that they are separated, they realize just how unkempt they look right now. Both of their neatly ironed shirts have turned into crinkled mess with the hems untucked from their jeans. Their hairs tousled, sticking across all directions - especially Porchay’s. They pat themselves around, fixing their clothes and hairs as much as they could to look presentable again.

“The mansion,” He answers as he pulls the seatbelt over himself, buckling it. Kimhan mirrors the action.

“Hia and Phi Khun made me promise to join them tomorrow. We’re hanging out at Phi Yok’s club,” He explains further as Kimhan starts to drive out of the car park and onto the main road.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow when you guys are done partying.”

“You don’t have to do that, Phi Kim. The bodyguards will be there and they’ll drive us back to the mansion afterwards. You don’t have to worry.”

“I know, but I want to anyway.”

Kimhan takes Porchay’s hand into his, intertwining their fingers and resting their connected hands on his lap.

“Who else am I supposed to take care of, if not my boyfriend, right?”

A chuckle escaped from Porchay’s mouth at that. Since when does Kimhan know how to sweet talk?

“So cheesy. Where did you learn that line from, hm?”

“One of Phi Khun’s shitty dramas.”

Both of them burst out into an amused laugh at Kimhan’s answer. Of course it is. Where else can Kimhan learn such a sappy line?

“But I mean it though. I really care about you,” Kimhan mutters with a soft voice, hand squeezing Porchay’s reassuringly. Kimhan might not be good at expressing his love with words and showering Porchay with sweet talks, but one thing he is good at is taking care and protecting him.

“I know that, Phi Kim.” Porchay turns his face to look at Kimhan with fond eyes. His heart flutters in his chest knowing he has Kimhan’s whole affection all for himself.

“And yes, you can pick me up tomorrow.”

It is almost comical the way Kimhan’s face instantly lights up at that – Porchay thinks. Something as simple as picking him up from a night out has made Kimhan so excited just because that means he gets to take care of him. Porchay finds himself falling harder and harder in love with Kimhan.

[danicaredfernlee]

My own rendition of the ending for KimChay with a happy end:

[ae-azile]

Got some complicated taxes done and am working on chapter 25 of Progression again. Almost 10k in and still have several scenes to write. But on the plus side, we are finding out Kim took an infant development course in upper secondary school and is now being pressured by Macau to feed Paris. This is doing things to Chay. Chay might not really see the appeal in babies, but seeing Kim adequately care for one is doing things to him. 😂

[live-from-flaturn]

"Let Me Be Your Wings"

New KimChay fic just dropped. I wasn't expecting to write it and there is no real update schedule, but I'm using it as a happy feels place and it's going to be adorable.

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Summary: Dusk brings all the answers Kim has been seeking, but it also brings his ultimate downfall.

Because once the sun has set enough for Kim to notice, he can’t tear his eyes away from the mystery boy or the soft golden light that emanates from his whole body every time his wings and antennae do their little dance. No, Kim can’t bear to rip his gaze from the ethereal glow for a solitary moment.

Until the boy eventually lifts his head to look around and the meadow goes suddenly, awfully dark.

OR

Kim is a Moth faerie, Chay is a Firefly faerie... They fall in love and go on a bunch of adventures with their respective family members. That's it. That's the fic.

[halliescomut]

KimChay Mix Tape Chapter 5

Alright, new chapter is up, here's a bit of a preview:

Porsche regained his voice, turning to point an accusing finger at Macau, “You taught him how to shoot a handgun.  I want to know who taught him to shoot a goddamn sniper rifle?” 

Standing, Porchay moved in front of his brother, “It was Major.  He’s the one who trains Macau, and after watching me, he said I was a natural.  We worked up to the sniper rifle about 3 months ago.  I practice every afternoon I go over to the minor family home.” 

“So today when I noticed you smelled like gunpowder, you lied to me,” Porchay accused, his finger swinging from Macau to Pete then Porchay. 

“Yes,” Porchay admitted, “I was practicing with Pete.” 

“Porchay,” Kinn interrupted, now also standing, and moved between Porsche and Porchay, “I appreciate that you want to help, but it’s very different when your target’s not made of paper.  Regardless of your level of skill in training, you would be a liability.” 

“No, I wouldn’t,” Porchay insisted. 

Porsche sighed, leaning to one side to meet Chay’s eyes, “What Kinn is trying to say, diplomatically, is that if you were with us on this mission, you would have to shoot to kill.” 

“I know.” 

“You’re not a killer Chay,” Porsche said, his voice resigned and sad. 

So my little snippet is very dramatic, and there's definitely some serious moments, but I swear there's also some humor.

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ain’t no time for talking when we’re tongue tied - a kimchay post-canon fic

Year of the OTP 2023 March prompt: road trip Chay supposes the one good thing to come out of this mess, is that he suddenly has a lot of free time while he's stuck in this car to think of every creative curse under the sun with which to burden the Theerapanyakuls for many generations.

key tags: forced proximitiy, reconciliation, gremlin chay

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Fucking Fridays

Prompts: Watch & Needy

Kim loves it when Chay gives him an excuse to be a little bit mean. … Too bad for Chay, he knows Chay loves it too.

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This is the final installment in the Fucking Fridays series. Thanks so much to everyone for tagging along for 62 whole installments of solid smut! It's been a blast.

Keep your eyes peeled, and you just might catch some more fun collabs from @staykimchay and I in the future. 🖤