#chankim

[kimkhimhant]

here again. always here. never leaving

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Chan/Kim AU where Chan was in love with Kim’s mother. He was assigned as her guard before Korn’s; always loved her from a respectable distance, grateful to be around her and asking for nothing more. They never had an affair, just a courtly love, full of admiration and fondness and the mutual knowledge it could never be anything more.

He’s there when she dies, unable to protect her, but he saves Kim, and Kim never quite forgives him for it.

10 years later and Kim has forgotten his mother’s voice. What she looked like. There are no pictures of her anywhere, no one will talk to him about her. But he finds out about Chan’s feelings for her and tries to leverage them to his advantage. First he he only wants to hear stories about what his mother was like. Then it’s more than that.

A storm of daddy/mommy issues, puberty, and an identity crisis (everyone tells him how much he looked like his mother, but he doesn’t remember her enough to know if it’s true) + generally being starved for affection/approval means he’s throwing himself at Chan. Tells him you couldn’t have her, but you can have me, and Chan hates himself for a it a little bit (she used her dying breath to make him promise he would always protect Kim), but Kim really does look so much like the woman he loved, and Kim is so desperately in need of someone to take care of him. Chan promise he would always take care of him.

[wildelydawn]

No I have to enquire about the ChanKim. Like. Legally. Like no actually I need it. Hello. Hi. Please. More of your delicious thoughts. I'm obsessed with you and your beautiful brain forever btw 💌

HELLO HI, welcome to my ChanKim agenda.

I have only a single thought: that ChanKim is violent and/or manipulative towards each other. I don't have more thoughts for you.

But.

I have two scenarios for you, if you want to read:

I. (tw: manipulation, implied sexual coercion)

“Do you wonder?” Kim whispers.

Chan says nothing. Averts his eyes like he does when the boy’s father gives him orders.

Boy. Not a boy. Kim hasn’t been a boy in years. At twenty three years old, the youngest son of the Theerapanyakun family is older. And more. Musician. Assassin. Model. Drug trafficker. 

A man. 

At nearly two decades his senior, Chan had watched him grow from petulant child to ruthless Mafia leader. Growth didn’t happen overnight; growth happened under Chan’s hand and discipline because Khun Korn could not be bothered to do it himself.

Chan had not realized that training Kim would result in Kim learning more than hand to hand combat. He could talk his way out of any scenario. Or worse, into. Chan recalls when Kinn deployed Kim and Chan to a client’s home. Kinn explained that the client had dues, and that the safe in his nightclub could pay for his debts handsomely if given the choice between it and his life.

Kim came back with the money and the deed to the club. And not a hair out of place, not a sweat broken.  The boy-turned-man had a predisposition to the art of manipulation. 

Chan should know. 

He’s being manipulated now. Kim’s been playing the long game. Chan figures he planted the seed years ago: insisting Chan spar with him when a younger bodyguard would be a better choice. Requesting Chan as his bodyguard and being obviously disappointed with Big’s appointment. Catching the man’s eyes, and if Kim’s lucky, his sleeve too. Just to remind Chan that smooth talking and violence were not the only traits that Kim developed over the years. Kim has a face, too. One that people like to look at, listen to, and that he could play it the minute Chan falters.

And now, Kim wants to go all in for whatever secrets his father has hidden in his study.

Chan expects the sleeve thing again: predictable. He has seen Kim’s dance before because it works. A touch. A pinch. Lean in, a mouth to their ear and then move away and leave them guessing and come back and pull on them, gently, let them believe that you see something they don’t, that you have answers they need. Offer them something sweet and intangible. Freedom. Purpose. Assurance. Peace. All of which are possible and fleeting, that secures them crawling back to you. Open the blinds. Close them. Check your phone, smile, put it away. He’ll tell you it’s okay. It’s safe now. You did good.

Chan doesn’t move, in case he does shoot Kim down, which would be the right thing to do. Chan will die amidst Korn’s chess game, but it’s a death he is contently anticipating. Korn had provided him with luxuries and pleasures, so Chan’s loyalties lie with Korn above all else, no matter how beautiful, young, spiteful, foolish, cunning, tempting Korn’s son appears.

But Kim doesn’t need to know that. 

“I wonder. I wonder all the time.”

-

II. (tw: blackmailing, violence, implied sexual assault/noncon)

Fuck.

Kim can feel eyes on his back. He knew coming back here would be a problem. But he has to know. Korn told him nothing besides his stupid resurrection plan that Kim holds little interest in. Unsatisfied, he crash landed into his father’s study, tearing open the books on the shelves, opening the locked drawer and finding no answers.

“Are you here to lecture me about how to keep a tidy room?”

Chan says nothing. So Kim keeps going. He takes out a knife and drags it across his father’s beloved arm chair. Worn stuffing and fabric explode out like a cartoon. Nothing. Next is the coffee table. Where was that tab? Ah yes, under, left hand side. Kim hits the switch, and another secret compartment within the table opens.

Nothing.

“You must know,” Kim drawls as he looks at the hideous globe on the shelf, hoping to beckon the man to slip out something. “Either Korn or Porsche told you.” He takes hold of it and lets it crash heavily to the ground. The ceramic shatters instantly. Hilariously, there is a kilogram of snow inside, but that’s hardly of interest.

“What do I know, Khun Kim?”

“Where they hid the brother,” Kim accidentally answers too quickly. 

But it’s over. The head bodyguard of the Theerapanyakun family has a smirk on his face. Chan has won. Kim can keep up the passive look, pretend that he has a fighting chance, but it’s over.

“I do know.”

Kim can get one more bite in though. It would feel damn good to do so. “Korn whispered it into your ear last night?”

In a flash, Chan pins Kim against the bookcase, his calloused hand around Kim’s throat. The wood digs painfully into his back and the furniture rattles alongside his bones.

“You should respect your father.”

“Does that include getting fucked in the ass by him?” Kim grits out. He’s not afraid. Chan has done much worse for far less. “Must be nice knowing all your needs are taken care of.”

Chan’s grip tightens. There’s no pain though. Something else, something so hideous runs through Kim as Chan’s face clouds over. 

“I can give you the location tomorrow, if you'd rather.”

Kim’s body goes numb and it is not Chan’s doing. Tomorrow is too late. Vegas and Gun will be here in hours. Kinn and Porsche will take up arms against him, and by the looks of his uncle’s army and his cousin’s idiocy, there is a very good chance none of them will make it out alive.

But Porchay can. Porchay can make it out alive. 

“Or you can behave,” Chan says quietly. “And when you’re done, I’ll give you the coordinates. And you can run off and play house with the brat for as long as you want.”

Kim closes his eyes; Chan loosens his hand; Kim, defeated, reaches for the guard’s dress pants. 

“It’s a pity you destroyed your father’s armchair. I quite liked bending you over it.”

IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS, THANKS :)

[kinnbig]

Hmmm Ship Bingo: ChanKim ✨

oooooooooooh. yeah i’m into it. envisioning chan putting bratty 19 year old mafia prince kim in his place. it’s toxic and fucked up and manipulative and bad, but kim’s into that, actually. delicious.

send me ships for fucked up ship bingo!

[laesas]

More raw-fucking blorbos for you to rate! PorscheBig, ArmTankhun, ChanKim (as famously alluded to by Mr Peter Knight himself on twitter that one time)

PorscheBig - I mean it would take a LOT of character wrangling to make happen well. Porsche isn't really the kind of authority Big respects and Big doesn't give me hatefuck-capable vibes. That being said; they are both hot sooo Hell Yeah Pull That Ponytail Boy. They should fuck in front of Kinn. He'd enjoy it. Fuck Raw Rating:🔥🔥🔥/5

ArmTankhun - This is my favourite Khun ship I am ride or die for these bitches. Despite KP having 2 bodyguards in ships they completely missed the dynamic of guard becoming their persons safe place which is the absolute SAUCE. I read a fic implying that in the finalé they didn't see VegasPete on the CCTV because they were fucking in the control room to celebrate blowing up Vegas and his goons and I'm accepting that as canon. They lose a point for wholesomeness and because Arm is too responsible to not use protection. Fuck-Raw Rating: 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5

ChanKim - Hysterical that it's Peter Knight approved I can't believe I missed that 💀 ChanVegas for people who run aesthetic blogs. I mean the age gap and implied teacher/student dynamic is problematic until you figure Kim has all the power which is capital C Compelling. Kim's star student protégé status and barely concealed need for approval meets Chan's sparse, hard earned praise. Sparring and disarming practice to put them in close proximity. Kim being a brat (a la BigKim) but actually getting put in his place. I was gonna give them 4 but I've actually talked myself into it. This slays severely actually. Fuck-Raw and get it out of your systems 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5

This has rapidly become my favourite ask meme of all time:

Send me your unhinged blorbo combos and I will tell you whether they should fuck raw 💌💕✨

[kimkhimhant]

this tender violence

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Kim has learned to catalog touch into two distinct categories: violent, and nonviolent. He’s thirteen when he first learns the touch of another man in a form that he can’t seem to categorize at all.

Chapter 1: the third category

[kimkhimhant]

Fucked up ship bingo but with some actually slightly fucked up ships: Kim x Chan....... toxic student-teacher vibes thots???

my thoughts and feelings about this pairing are too complicated for this bingo. alas. I need a thousand fics about them being toxic and manipulative and traumatizing <3

[xxatlasxx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chan/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Characters: Chan (KinnPorsche: The Series), Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Mildly Dubious Consent, Crack Fic, no beta we die like the koi fish, person taken by surprise, arms used as a restraint, Rare Pairings, Bottom Kim, Top chan Summary:

Kim is ambushed upon entering his study. Will he survive the attack?