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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The story's almost finished everyone!!!
no thoughts only Tankhun in Arm’s shirt 😵💫
Would you love me if I were a worm: Kinnporsche edition
Porsche: Would you love me if I were a worm?
Kinn: ….. yes
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Pete: Would you love me if I were a worm?
Vegas, terrified: Um….. What answer doesn’t get me divorced?
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Chay: Would you love me if I were a worm?
Kim, pulling out a gun: Who the fuck turned you unto a worm?!?
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Tankhun, crying: Would you love me if I were a worm?
Arm, for the third time that week: Babe, I already told you. Yes. I would love you no matter what
Platonic third Pol to ArmTankhun’s relationship. Does anyone see my vision. He’s aromantic and incredibly happy to be along for the ride. They all sleep together with Tankhun in the middle of a bodyguard cuddle sandwich. Tankhun and Arm never let him feel like he’s a less important part of the relationship just because his love is platonic instead of romantic. Arm is just happy that being with Tankhun didn’t come at the cost of his best friend. Pol isn’t romance or sex repulsed, he just doesn’t feel the need to participate in either thing. He will accept some cheek and mouth kisses, though, since it makes Tankhun in particular so happy, and naturally he’s a cuddle monster (man is giant, he’s perfect for hugs). He’s the best man at their wedding (for both of them) and they get him his own wedding ring that he wears on a chain around his neck. Does anyone SEE MY VISION.
I can't start another fic due to too many WIPs, but this ArmKhun idea has been on my mind for a while now.
Summary:
After Tankhun gradually and quietly weans himself off of the last of his psychiatric medications, he prepares himself for the worst. There is a chance his emotions will get the best of him and he will cause a scene at a family dinner. Or maybe his sleep schedule will be no more and he will stay up several nights in a row before hallucinating. In contrast, he may sleep the day away and spend his waking hours in a catatonic state. There is always the possibility of the suicidal ideation making a comeback. And if he is perseverating on certain memories intently enough, that ideation could lead to an attempt. So many risks.
But despite the medications being adjusted again and again the first few years after his kidnapping, they have been left as is for over twice as long.
Tankhun just wants to know who he is, despite the risks. He may have lost Pete, but still has Arm and Pol. They're his guards and his friends. If one of those risks becomes a reality, he knows he just needs to say one word and they will help him. With Arm, he often doesn't have to say anything at all.
But somehow, Tankhun feels fantastic. Even after the first week completely off his medications, he isn't easily distracted, somehow feels calmer but still has energy, and does not have one suicidal thought cross his mind. In fact, he has only had one side effect: persistent and repetitive sexual arousal all throughout the day accompanied by the most vivid dreams at night.
Suddenly, saying one word for help seems incredibly daunting, especially when the dreams revolve around the person who helps him the most.
Warnings: hinted medical abuse/control, references to past suicidal ideation and attempts, past kidnapping, and past sexual abuse, yet somehow manages to be sassy and funny.
Pairing: Arm/Tankhun, a copious amount of Tankhun/OMC and Tankhun/OFC
Rating: E
Key Tags: Masturbation, prostitutes and random hookups, confused/concerned/jealous Arm, sexually and emotionally frustrated Tankhun, impromptu vacation, friends (or boss/employee) to lovers, post-canon.
Key Details:
Tankhun begins questioning not only his kidnapping, but the way his trauma was treated after his father's lies from the finale are uncovered.
Once the lack of meds bring Tankhun's libido back in full force, he tries to take care of it himself until he realizes that isn't good enough for him. It does not escape him who he fantasizes about. His attraction to Arm isn't particularly new, but it was easily dismissed and ignored until they bonded during the attack. Once his urges come back, Tankhun tends to hyper focus on him. Arm is beautiful, safe, kind, and (seemingly) unattainable for various reasons. It is the one realization that this might be the tipping point when it comes to a relapse, so Tankhun decides to outsource when it comes to distraction and relief.
He first resorts to utilizing an escort service. He is very sneaky about it at first. He waits until nights where he is alone and his guards are scheduled elsewhere. He is nervous at first, but begins to grow used to the process.
Because of the sneakiness,no one catches the escorts coming in and out. Except for Arm. At first, Arm tries not to overstep out of courtesy. Tankhun claims the escorts are old friends. Arm tries his best to believe him, but doesn't.
Tankhun makes it through the entire roster of the escort service and ends up rotating through three after a while - two men and one woman. If they are the ones who look the most like Arm, then that's his business.
Arm tries to hint that he would like details about what is going on. Tankhun is very evasive and successful when it comes to changing the subject. He tries to be respectful for as long as possible until he can't do it anymore and runs a facial recognition software on their security footage. He figures out who they are after that. While he really struggles with it, he ultimately decides not to tell anyone, but makes himself persistently and stubbornly more present when they come over. Pol has caught onto Arm's change in demeanor and asks if he is jealous over Tankhun's friends. Arm says he isn't, but clearly is. But the strong resemblance doesn't register until Pol brings it up.
The escort issue doesn't become more common knowledge until one of the escorts falls in love with Tankhun and it becomes a nuisance and a security issue. Tankhun does the mature thing and calmly explains his situation to Arm and Kinn. Kinn is in shock and extremely concerned for multiple reasons. Arm, however, just goes straight into action and makes sure the escort won't be a problem. He thinks it will be the end of an upsetting phase.
And then Tankhun starts hooking up with people at Yok's - almost every time they go.
Kinn is extremely upset. He keeps going to Arm and Pol and asking what is going on. While Arm wants this situation to stop too, Arm doesn't want Tankhun to feel controlled. Pol is just like, "I dunno." Word of Tankhun's conquests and abilities in bed travels. Even Pete calls up and is like, "Wtf is going on?"
Kinn ends up approaching Arm personally when Tankhun asks him for the number of his escort service. Apparently, Tankhun - who has mostly enjoyed his bar hook-ups - is still upset that he can't find his type. He plans on hooking up at bars since he has a reputation to uphold now, but he needs someone to match his type, at least some of the time. When Kinn explores what that means by going through their pictures, the ones Tankhun picks seem to somewhat resemble Arm.
During a group outing where Kinn gets particularly drunk after Tankhun wanders off with someone, he approaches Arm and asks if he thinks Tankhun would stop if he has more consistent access to his type. When Arm asks what Kinn means, Kinn just looks at him pointedly and says he will double his pay. Arm declines and Porsche quickly redirects Kinn from the conversation anyway.
However, Kinn's suggestion sticks with him. Arm won't take the money, mainly because he has now realized by this point he would be intimate with Tankhun for free. But he wonders if he would have a chance with Tankhun after all, considering he might be his type.
But instead of seducing Tankhun, he tries to spend more time with him. He asks him out to eat, he has movie marathons with him. He even suggests day trips.
While Tankhun isn't hooking up with people close to everyday now, Arm is now so completely gone for him that it makes him sick to his stomach. He doesn't even know how to admit there are feelings on his end - to his boss, nonetheless. Especially when his boss is still hooking up with people.
Meanwhile, Tankhun is completely oblivious to Arm's feelings. He doesn't even consider the possibility that his own long-standing feelings for Arm may be returned.
Anyway, it's an idea I have had for a while but I seriously doubt I could make it a one-shot. 😔 😂
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.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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
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!
