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Tankhun can’t believe it. His eyes are fierce, Arm can feel his menacing aura. It seemed that he saw something he shouldn’t have, that for some days, even weeks, the hybrid-cat was already communicating with someone. He always had been confident, always. However, the oldest prince feels weak. He feels damaged. He feels that he isn’t enough, a part of him is missing. He can’t do more than sit by pushing on his arms, he can’t do more than this and he is scared.
Scared until Arm just walks closer and sits on his feet, looking straight at him.
“Prince.” He bows respectfully.
“Don’t play with me! Act bold! Try to silence me! I saw it all!”
“Prince…I-” Arm tries to reach for Tankhun with his hand but the hybrid-cat is suddenly scared, curling up on himself. “Prince…” His eyes are scared, he is terrified, he is frozen. His instinct is kicking hard. He needs to hide, to show that he isn’t a menace for this other hybrid-cat. He fears for his life. Tankhun’s heart feels weak. His legs can’t help him to fight or to escape. The other one is in front of him, he can kill him so easily. He can't and won’t have any strength. His core is unstable and uncertain. Tears are growing in his eyes, tears falling, falling and being softened by Arm’s hand which caressed his hair. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, the hybrid-cat is himself crying, looking painfully at the prince.
His hand keeps caressing his hair and Tankhun is drowning into this sweetness, into the sensation of reassurance Arm always gave him. He thought that it just disappeared, he thought that it was a mistake to open his fragile side to him but it might have been real.
“You’re okay prince…you’re still in security with me.” Arm explains softly and he wants to believe him. He wants to. Tankhun rests his head on his legs, as always.
“Tell me…please tell me…how can you still be…be this soothing to me…” He asks, his voice shaking. Even if he saw his secret, even if he got terrified, even if his instinct should be stronger than anything, Arm could calm him, he could do it so easily that the prince wants to know how much he is right to still believe in him.
“This is only the first answer I got…I didn’t want to talk about it before being sure but this is from my colleague…back where he was working. He is keeping me updated on how it goes in the kingdom.”
“Is this lie really the truth?”
“It is. I promise prince. I promise.” Arm kisses his hair, before raising his head a little, embarrassed, even worried to have gone too far with Tankhun. All he does is begin to purr and Arm’s heart melted. He doesn’t know what is happening in his heart but it feels too soft to be a usual reaction.
“How is it…there?”
“A catastrophe…most hybrid-cats hate the new king…they don’t trust them…”
“That’s good for us.”
“Are you planning on taking the kingdom back?”
Tankhun looks straight in his eyes, turning his head on his legs, and looks outraged. “Arm, I lost my legs, not my will to break my uncle’s kneecaps.”
Arm can’t stop a small laugh escaping his own lips.
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“Kimmy?” Porchay turns around in the bed when he feels Kimhan hugging his waist a little tighter than usual. “What’s happening?” He asks, when he witnesses his worried expression.
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🐈⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️
Fanfiction🐈⬛ Kimhan Theerapanyakul, third son of the hybrid cats kingdom, is going to live with Porchay Kittisawat, second son of the human kingdom. They made this deal, not as a real marriage but as a political strategy to be ally and to soothe their popul...
