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#Khuntober2020 Day 9 Khun/Michael with a very minor Khun/Rachel (cuz Michael😏)

Anyways, the day I've been waiting for is here SO im posted this at 12MN on twitter! Hahaha! (Im posting it here too because why not aaannnddd this is not my usual style but I tried my best. 😊)

To be safe, Im tagging CW: TW for Michael's creepiness and canon spoiler if you squint hurhur xD

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It has been weeks since Michael joined Aguero's team. The blue haired beau is still looking for more teammates, so it has only been him, Novick, and Rachel. But that snake doesn’t count as she has been unknowingly–or purposely, his inner voice whispers–ruining his chances to grow closer and be alone with the man.

Every time Aguero enters Rachel’s room, an itch buzzes under his skin. Feeling of irritation begins to gnaw at him because of the closed-door interaction between the two of them.

His mind’s eye conjures imagery of possible things they could be talking and doing and Michael wants to know what is going on there.

Are they... Are they sexually stimulating each other?

No no no, that couldn’t be. Aguero would not sink that low considering that she is an ugly bitch. And neither would he consider Michael’s but that is beside the point.

What matters is that their closeness is infuriating him beyond measure. It begins to eat on his inside, like a growing curiosity that couldn’t be sated until he learns and sees with his own eyes.

Do they touch each other? Do they huddle for warmth in the comfort of their shared grief?

Does Rachel touch and feel Aguero so closely and tenderly and see blue eyes that Michael has been obsessing over?

Does Aguero touch her freckled cheeks with his cool hand and graze his fingernails against hers? Does he trail over hot and burning kisses on her skin as she scratches and grabs on a fistful of his silvery blue hair?

Unknowing of what really happens behind that flimsy door, it is driving Michael mad with growing jealousy and simmering anger.

Aguero only has to look at him.

No one should touch what is his. Aguero shouldn’t touch anyone but Michael.

Aguero is his. Mine mine mine.

(The day he eavesdrops on them, he almost takes his weapon out and skewers her infuriating eyes that shine with glee at Michael’s reaction and helplessness to stop them.)

((Michael knows he isn’t enough. Has not been enough even after all this time. Aguero always always stares towards the fake shinsu sky; seeing, daydreaming, imagining that damned God. Why couldn’t the man let him go? Those blue cobalt eyes Michael yearns for so much… why wouldn’t it look back in his direction?

If… he dissolves those lovely eyes...

If… Aguero is dead, would he finally look at him?))

(((Much much later Michael’s heart lurches with obsession and elation akin to reaching the epitome of pleasure. He has been granted the chance to see those stunning beautiful eyes widen with trepidation and fear and death as green light wounds him on the stomach.

Khun Aguero Agnis really has the most impressive beautiful eyes, and those eyes reflecting Michael’s wicked image only made the bulge on his pants grow more painful and tighter.

Aguero sees him, no one else but Michael.

Michael watches the man he obsesses for years fall to his demise with utter disbelief and bitter betrayal showing in his open blue eyes.

Finally.

“I love you. And farewell, my beloved Aguero.”)))

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A thundering cackle of magic on the air.

Now, Harry was still running for dear life, cut covering all over his skin and feet sore. The bubbling urge to weep almost made him crumble but he kept moving in honor of Severus words.

He has to get away. He must not get caught.

It runs on his mind, a mantra on his heart and mind and body and he couldn't stop. Not now, not ever.

He run upward until he realized of where he was, a cliff.

And he... He could only pause for a moment before he jumped.

Over his dead body.

Wind rushing up on his body, the gravity catching up to him before he was being dragged downward and he was falling.

He was going to die—yes.

His heart still kept pumping, this time not with fear but with elation. Finally, finally, he wins this...this game of cat and mouse.

Serves you right!

I win!

...

Green emerald eyes almost glowing with ethereal beauty, lips pulled into a fascimile, Harry could admit that this is the best decision he ever made.

"Oh no, you don't, my dear."

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I was scrolling on FB and I came across this movie lines, and all I can think is what if its KhunBam so of course I edited the dialogue slightly and I'm gonna share this here for someone or anyone to use this idea for their fics or spark more of angst feast. And THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC! Sooo here is it.

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On which Khun and Bam was in a relationship but broke up. Khun had married someone else years later and heard the news that Bam is diagnosed with Leukemia last stage and on his death bed.

Khun: I thought you would come after me. I thought we would get back together.

Bam: I guess that's as far as we can go. But I'm happy. I'm really so happy for you.

Khun: ...

Bam: I've forgiven you...for breaking my heart.

Khun: ...I hope you've forgiven me too, for all my shortcomings. You're an ideal boyfriend, partner, lover, Bam.

Bam: Thank you, Khun.

Bam: Since we met. You've always taken care of me. Even now that you don't have to. This kind of love is rare.

...Khun.

I don't regret loving you.

I don't want anything anymore.

You've given me everything I need.

Thank you for giving me the best... 21 years of my life.

If I were to live again. I'd still choose to love you. Even if this is as far as we go. Even if you hurt me again. Even if you break up with me at my favorite place. During my favorite time of the day. It's okay.

Because I will love no one else but you. I love you so much, Aguero.

I want you to be happy. Though I'm no longer part of that happiness. Even though we're not together...

I'm so happy that you were part of my life.

PS: It is an arrange marriage.

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Firefish as a human AU and I am leaving this here in tumblr because this idea is great.

aka the possessive human firefish au

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He had existed for century, it might had been a mere years but because of it he had met all sort of people and he had a come to a single conclusion. That humans were inherently selfish in nature, their cause might had sounded noble, selfless, for the good of the people.

But at the end of the day, Humans were selfish and Khun Aguero Agnis was no different.

Khun Aguero Agnis was the epitome of human selfishness, circumventing death as he please (accidental, might it be), using anything for his own lofty goal, but ultimately doing anything so he could stay by someone's side.

That was what marked him as different, minimal yet difference all the same and that what made it interesting to watch the bluenette flounder and move, watch him became more and more heartless, watch the power spread little by little on his body, all for the sake of that person.

The boy wasn't noble, far from it. And he wanted to burn that boy, the boy who wields ice and fire as if he owned it, those power coursing through its veins, through its blood, the shinsu on its body even its bones, and it made him inexplicably giddy.

"One day, you'll burn everything around you." he once spoke to him.

A warning, a promise.

He would make sure of it.

He laughed, the sound rumbling and echoing loudly as seconds passed by.

Khun freezing on the spot as the sound of laughter reached his ears and echoed inside his mind. The feeling of something quite heavy wrapped around him.

When he turned there was nothing, only the feel and heat pressed on his skin and heaviness that clung to his limbs that his temperature went up yet his heart felt cold.

Khun Aguero Agnis couldnt see that Firefish' arms were around him in a mockery of ghostly embrace.

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Ghost!Bam and Human!Khun AA aka the Hikaru no Go AU KhunBam style

Im putting this on tumblr because this seems like a great idea and I didnt want to lose it.

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Khun knew it was a lost cause but his heart always went thump thump every time he saw those beautiful golden eyes, those silky chocolate hair, those sinful lips and— he couldnt regret ever falling for Bam.

He couldnt regret ever falling in love for Bam but he did regret one thing.

Khun couldnt touch him, even for just one moment no matter how minimal it might be. He want to know, want to feel those pale hands, to know if it was cold, if he could feel Bam's heart pounding on his ribcage. He wished he could touch Bam.

Alas, it couldnt be.

Bam was an ancient ghost and he was a human.

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Death was final, a tragedy, a concept foreign to Khun. A subject he didnt fear because of Bam.

Once he die he would leave Bam all alone, and it would take another century for Bam to met another person who could see him. And Khun, he didnt want to subject Bam to that suffering again, that's why he had decided years ago that he would become a ghost, to accompany Bam for eternity.

He didnt fear death, he feared leaving Bam but, but—

Khun closed his eyes.

If he closed his eyes like this, the waft of lavender and wisteria would drift to him, Bam's smell, and just this once, he could fool himself into thinking that Bam was here with him, that Bam was by his side meditating, instead of the bitter reality that Bam had suddenly vanished on thin air.

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Bam didnt want to leave, didnt want to go. He wanted to be with Khun, wanted to spend more time with him, talk to him, listen to him, be there for him.

He didnt want to leave Khun Aguero Agnis.

But his frozen time had started dwindling. He could feel it on his ghostly body, he could feel it on his navel, the pull of something else and all this time, all the time he had been given, he didnt want to leave.

But more than that...

He didnt want to leave without confessing.

Khun, who was still sleeping on the bed his blue hair swaying as the fresh air from outside entered, his eyelids fluttering minutely, his brows almost furrowed and Bam, he want to smother his stray locks, touch those beautiful blue color that had captivated him so.

He wanted, he wanted, he wanted...

God, if there is God please... Just this once...

With a hand outstretched, Bam spoke.

"Khun, I lo—"

The ancient ghost known as Bam had disappeared.

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"Hey, you, what is your name?"

"...Me? N-Name?"

"Yes, your name. You do have a name, right? Tell me."

"W-What?"

"Your name. I'm asking what do people call you, what you go by, the name you are given at birth."

"...O-Oh...? N-name...huh?"

"Now, what is your name?"

"...Oh! I... Uhm... Uh...Freak, yes freak. I'm called freak. Uhm... my name is freak?"

"That is not a name."

"No? But the-that's what I'm called. So uhm...you? What are...I mean... Is your name?"

"...Thomas. Call me Thomas, child."

"Child?"

"You are a child. That is why I called you that."

"I-Is that my name?"

"No. It is an endearment."

"...What?"

"..."

In which Harry Potter does not know his own name, all he knows throughout his whole life is the four cornered basement room and the metallic chain on his ankle.

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Now that i think about it, ive been posting my fic wips in the site that shall not be named that accursed one letter like some stupid horknee bot but it did or on a specific lovely discord server im in. But not here in tumblr. Oops.

Should i post it here as well? Though it would be considered spoiler for my khr fics ‘Green Eyes’ and ‘Burnt Marigold’

Hmmm, maybe later shdjdj

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So here's a snippet of Jinsung/Bam ft. Drunk and Pinning!Bam and Drunk!Jinsung then drunken first kiss. WARNING for a somewhat teacher and student kissing.

Ps: this started with slightly drunk Jinsung tending towards drunk Bam on Bam's room, he was planning to leave Bam after Bam arrived on his bed but Bam happened xDD

The brunet opened his mouth, about to say something but decided against it and instead nibbled his bottom lip in a nervous gesture that Jinsung found adorable.

Then Bam stared up at him in the eyes and Jinsung could clearly see his own visage reflected on those golden hue that his heart was doing things to him.

It's just the alcohol, Jinsung's mind justified.

Jinsung wondered what Bam would say with that intense look on his face, that he waited even as the brunet leaned in.

He instinctively knew he should pull back but it seemed his body choose not to and—

Soft lips pressed on his, clumsy and dry, and his eyes widened with confusion because Bam's inexperienced lips was kissing him. Him.

And Jinsung was drunk enough to kick morality goodbye before he was returning the kiss, his fingers twitching to grab a fistful of dark brown hair and wrap his arms around his stude—Bam. But he did neither, instead, he coaxed those slightly quivering lips to open.

Jinsung tilted Bam's chin, deepening the kiss in a slow rhythmic sensation. It made those eyes widen and to flutter shut while clumsily returning the same action.

There was a heedy desire bubbling on his stomach, urging him to move, to do so much more, to teach Bam, that Jinsung eventually used tongue, slipping it inside and from there he continued teaching the other to use it.

He could hear the mewl, the soft voices, even low moan that were leaking on those lips at his every ministration, could feel fingers tangled on his messy locks as if silently begging for more, and definitely those heated skin pressed on him. All this time, he had his eyes open, staring at the way those eyelashes fluttered close, brows knitted, mouth gasped for air, and hear the erotic voices.

Eventually he retracted his tongue and his lips altogether from completely devouring the other. He watched teary golden eyes flutter open as they peered up at him with clouded gaze. Swollen lips gasped for air before pink tongue darted to lick his own lower lip as if to taste something then Bam softly and breathlessly said with wonder and discovery on his voice, “Your lips… are really soft.”