Sentenced to jail for the rest of their life. This was the condemnation Porchay gave them. The whole point was to not act like them. They wanted to use their power to kill and experiment on hybrid-cats, so the king decided to just let them rot in a small cell and get crazy. He wouldn’t be as low as them, he wouldn’t kill them for the good of someone else, he wouldn’t.
It created huge reactions from the population, some would agree, some would scream that it was not fair, that they had all the rights to try scientific experimentation on monsters like hybrid-cats. The king kept his authority. He explained with the most authentic and honest words that:
“If the mere view of ears and tails are scaring humans away, then they are really such small things, weak and not welcoming. They have no ambition in this world and they feel menaced instead of trying to work together to be stronger, to be better. Humans think that they are superior to anyone but reality is that even just thinking about this is ridiculous. You don’t own supremacy, you don’t just have it, you act to be able to not be supreme but to be respected and to respect in return, and if being respected isn’t something more important than being violent and horrible with others, then we can’t do anything for them.”
It calmed their spirits. They saw that nothing bad would happen to them. They even understood that since their king was lovingly partnered with Kimhan, they were softer. Porchay was imposing his love on the throne, so he wanted at least to give them satisfaction, he truly wanted their happiness, it wasn’t just motivated by his need to have peace with Kimhan.
“Kimmy…” Porchay murmurs when he puts his cold hand under his shirt in the middle of the night.
“I am cold…” Kimhan pouts in his neck, giving the king shivers.
“Well…” He says, turning around to face him. “Let me warm you up.” Porchay pouts too, but his lips reaches Kimhan’s ones and the hybrid-cat pulls him even closer to devour them. He likes to kiss him, to kiss him everywhere, Kimhan is addicted to those soft whimpers and this mouth, making his heart melt like ice under the sun.
Porchay throws his leg over Kimhan’s own and he begins to giggle when the hybrid-cat is licking his neck, and then his jaw and his ear. His ear without any earring. Porchay didn’t want to hurt his skin anymore. He puts them on a collar and he is only wearing them when needed, or for official ceremonies. He feels more confident now, he knows that he has authorities and power. He doesn’t need to show it with those jewels, he just needs to act with it.
“Kimmy…I love you.” He whispers, kissing his cheeks.
“I am overwhelmed by your existence, my king.” Kimhan plays, giggling softly. He had loved for a long time talking with sweet words and making his boyfriend blush. He can’t wait to find new ways to tell him everything that he feels in the most adorable way.
“Please.” Porchay smiles, blushing as expected.
And when they feel Twinkle walking next to them and then on them they begin to caress the baby between their bodies. The purring is bringing them so much comfort and when Kimhan begins to purr too, Porchay scratches his chin cutely.
He loves his lover.
He loves his cat.
He might even love his role as a king now that nothing is getting between hsi heart, his brain or his power.
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“And then! He says that I am talking too much and that he has a headache…” Tay says with a sad smile to Porchay while preparing his clothes.
Tay is forever grateful for what the king did to him. He is forever the happiest living in this kingdom, and feeling accepted but even if he is fond of his lover, Time likes to tease him and Tay doesn’t like this.
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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...
