#alangaipa fic

[firstkanaphans]

I know Alan and Gaipa are not your favourite to write but pls pleeeease 8 for them?

I wrote half of this before deciding I hated it, but then I ate a meal, took a nap, and turns out I don’t hate it at all? So I hope you don’t hate it either. Rating: Mature Word Count: 1500ish

{crying} because of how good it feels

No one had ever touched Gaipa but himself. 

He wasn’t ashamed of it; it was just a fact. And although part of him longed for that sort of intimate connection, the part that felt he was too old to be experiencing those types of things for the first time held him back.

Alan was a gentleman—sometimes overly so—and as if he could sense Gaipa’s reticence, he didn’t so much as kiss him until their third date. Gaipa found that he liked kissing, but he never asked for more and Alan didn’t either. Not until one night almost a month into their relationship when they were making out on Gaipa’s living room sofa and Alan reached over and ran a searching hand along the front of Gaipa’s pants. Gaipa started so violently at the touch that he almost knocked a lamp off of the table behind him.

“Sorry,” Alan said, holding his hands up as if Gaipa was a spooked horse. He went a bit cross-eyed as he tried to focus. He had removed his glasses some time ago. “I should have asked first.”

“No, it’s fine,” Gaipa assured him, although his voice, which was several octaves higher than usual, didn’t sound reassuring at all. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“We don’t have to—I mean, I wasn’t going to—I mean…” He trailed off with a defeated sigh, seemingly at a loss for what to say. Gaipa was suddenly struck by the differences between them: him, a virgin; and Alan just getting out of a six-year-long relationship. Was there any common ground between them? Would they ever find it?

“Can I ask you a question?” Alan asked, putting his glasses back on. Gaipa nodded. “Have you ever done this before?”

Gaipa swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Was it that obvious? “Define ‘this.’”

“Sex,” Alan said bluntly. Gaipa shook his head. Alan nodded as if he had expected as much and then continued. “A relationship?” Again, Gaipa was forced to shake his head.

Panic began to well inside him. This was too much. He was too old. There was no way someone as experienced as Alan would ever want him.

“Listen, Alan, I like you,” Gaipa said, “But I don’t think this is going to work out. Maybe we should—”

“Why not?” Alan interrupted.

Gaipa hadn’t actually thought he would need to explain himself. “Because I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“And you think I do?” Alan asked with a humorless laugh. “You were my first first date in six years. Wen’s the only person I’ve ever been with. I still have a tan line where my ring used to be. I know I’m out of practice and I would totally understand if you don’t find me attractive. I—”

“I am attracted to you,” Gaipa said, moving closer. “That’s the problem. You make me want things I don’t know how to ask for.”

Alan’s eyes sparked and he reached out to take Gaipa’s hands in his. “Try.”

Gaipa found that he was breathing heavily, overwhelmed by both nerves and desire. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” he admitted. “But I still don’t feel…ready.”

Alan smirked. “Well, I can certainly help with that. If you want me to.”

A jolt of electricity surged between them and Gaipa lunged forward, pressing his lips to Alan’s. They kissed until they were both breathless—breathless and hard.

“I want to try something, if you’ll let me,” Alan panted against Gaipa’s lips. His glasses were still on, but they had been knocked askew by the kissing. Gaipa found it hopelessly endearing. “There’s nothing for you to feel nervous about. I’ll do all the work.”

Gaipa had to admit that he was intrigued. “What is it?”

He expected Alan to lean closer to answer but instead, he moved farther back until he was sitting against the arm of the couch with his legs spread out in front of him. Then he patted his chest in offering.

“I want you to lay against me.”

That certainly wasn’t a chore. His body looked inviting. Gaipa laid back against him, tucking his face into the crook of Alan’s neck, so close that all he had to do was turn his head for his lips to press against skin. He could feel the beat of Alan’s racing heart against his back. Its frenetic pace matched his.

“Relax,” Alan said, running his hands down Gaipa’s chest. “I want to make you feel good.”

He began to kiss Gaipa’s neck, his hands massaging their way slowly down his body, and it felt so good that this time when Alan reached for the front of Gaipa’s pants, he didn’t jerk away. He thrust up into his touch.

Then Alan began to unbuckle Gaipa’s belt.

Despite how comfortable Gaipa had been earlier, he tensed. Alan paused his exploration of Gaipa’s neck to whisper, “Is this okay?”

Gaipa took a second to really think about it—to imagine Alan touching him with nothing but skin between him—and it wasn’t fear he felt, but excitement.

“Yes,” he said and in saying it, he felt powerful.

So Alan unbuckled his belt and ever so slowly snaked his hand inside Gaipa’s pants until finally, he was touching bare skin. Gaipa’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Is this okay?” Alan asked again. He bit down on the top of Gaipa’s ear playfully.

“Yes,” Gaipa said, his voice shaky but sure.

Alan helped him out of his pants and then Gaipa was lying there only half clothed while Alan was still fully dressed behind him. He rested his head against Alan’s chest as Alan took his dick in hand, using some of Gaipa’s precome as lube, and began jerking him off.

It was the first time Gaipa had been touched in this way by another person, but he wasn’t scared or uncomfortable. He felt good.

He let out a whine, spreading his legs further, and closed his eyes in an effort to heighten the sensations. He could feel Alan’s hand around him, could smell the expensive cologne he wore, could hear the way Alan’s own breath got caught in his throat. He could feel Alan’s hardness pressing into the small of his back. He laid there and enjoyed it.

“Does that feel good?” Alan asked, his voice thick.

Gaipa moaned, incapable of forming actual words, but thrust harder into his hand in answer. He felt dizzy with desire, but he knew that Alan was there to catch him should he fall.

His orgasm came upon him so suddenly that he wasn’t expecting it, but Alan didn't seem to mind. He stroked him through it, allowing Gaipa’s come to coat his hand, and once he was done, Gaipa opened his eyes and tilted his face up to look at Alan. He was smiling down at him, his cheeks flushed, but he looked pleased. As if he was proud. As if he liked what he saw.

It was only when Alan reached out to wipe his cheeks that Gaipa realized he was crying.

“Sorry,” he said, sitting up and hurriedly wiping his eyes before pulling his boxers back on. Alan stopped him before he could stand and pulled him back down into his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” Alan said, wiping his cheeks again. “Whatever you’re feeling, you don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

Gaipa took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he was ashamed. It was that he felt cared for. Loved. The way he had always wanted. This was what he had longed for. This was what his mother had dreamed of for him. And he couldn’t help but think that all of the waiting had been worth it.

The tears were a release of a lifetime of worries—of years of not feeling adequate. He leaned in and kissed Alan on the lips. “I’m not ashamed,” he said. “I’m happy.”

Alan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “We’ll go as slow as we both need to,” he said, dropping his forehead down against Gaipa’s. “There are no deadlines. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

And suddenly, the differences between them didn’t seem as insurmountable as they had before.

[gent-ly]

the morning after… somewhere along the way

- a little pinch of alangaipa thoughts for u -

It’s early morning and the sun is flooding the room in yellow light despite the drawn curtains. It’s just that bright and Gaipa wakes because his body tells him it’s time - time to get up and ready for the day, for an early morning setting up the chicken stall at the market - and the brightness of the morning is welcome in that it’s hopeful. In that it matches the light feeling in his chest, his body, his heart.

Except there’s no need to rush today. He’d already told Alan that he had managed to convince Saleng to exchange him a favour in return for covering the morning at the stall so he could spend a proper night with Alan - and the morning, too.

It was very hard arranging a relationship around full time jobs and grief and volunteering to help friends and that feeling of inadequacy that crept up on Gaipa and convinced him to take his foot off the gas for a moment, lest he scare Alan away. Anyway. Dating was difficult! They had to schedule their first time together like Gaipa was booking an appointment with his boyfriend to discuss his fucking accounts or something.

Gaipa lets the air out of his lungs. He lets himself sink back into the mattress, head cradled by the pillow as he turns to look at Alan’s sleeping face.

He’s surprised to find Alan’s eyes cracked open, looking back at him.

Alan’s lay on his front, head pillowed by a crooked arm, sans glasses, and he’s looking at Gaipa like the sun is a little blinding, like he can’t fathom how beautiful of a day it is. What luck! Gaipa feels warm and melted inside when a lazy smile tugs on the corner of Alan’s lips.

He thinks of last night. The anticipation had been building all week when they’d worked out their schedules aligned, that it may be the perfect time to -

Alan had been sweet. He’d made Gaipa feel scorched all over, like he was burning up from the inside and his desire shone out of him like rays of gold light. And despite the intensity of his desire, Alan still smiled down at him like he was beautiful, like he was worth touching.

“Morning,” he hums and Alan sighs, burying his face into the crook of his elbow.

“I’m too tired for it to be morning already,” he says, muffled against his skin.

Gaipa leans in and kisses his bare shoulder, stays there, enjoying the heat of Alan’s skin on his chin. He’s dead serious when he asks: “Too tired to go again?”

Alan says nothing. He is still but Gaipa hears his breath, the little stutter in it and Alan shifts, picking himself up so he can pin Gaipa down, smile wide.

“Never too tired for that… We should make the most of it, too. Before we know it we’ll both be too busy again to see each other for more than lunch.”

Gaipa doesn’t say move in with me because that would be crazy. He doesn’t know whether his mother would applaud him or hit him upside the head for saying it. It would just be easier is all. They’d see each other more. There’d be more opportunities for this - Alan leaning in and pressing his smile to Gaipa’s, a warm hand making Gaipa’s stomach jump. They could fall asleep and wake up together every night.

He doesn’t ask. Not yet. Besides, he’s too distracted to carry on the thought. Alan is kissing his neck. His hair is soft between Gaipa’s fingers. The yellow-gold sunlight is burning beneath his closed eyes. Alan is fringed by it, like he’s some guardian angel.

So, whether he asks now or later doesn’t matter. The hope is there. He can move forward with his head high, with his face turned to the sun.

[kevin-the-bruyne]

taking prompts for alan centric fics!

I really miss writing on tumblr where its me and my 6 gremlin followers scavenging in a trash pile

I have projected my everything onto Alan and I want to write about him. I'll take [i default ship as vers dont read too much into the position of the name] AlanGaipa JimAlan WenAlan WenAlanJim Alan+JimWen (derogatory) AlanTherapy

whatever tickles your fancy!

[29daffodils]

fic comms open

hi loves 🌸

I'm going through a financial pinch and now my laptop is also out of commission (pun not intended).

if you like reading my stuff (AO3 @not_that_i_will_ever_complete_it) , please consider commissioning a fic or even donating to help me out a little.

i am currently deep into thai bl and watching everything firstkhao.

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REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

[itsbinghebitch]

did i write the most evil & petty Gaipa to have walked this earth (with influences from the eclipse Ayan)? the answer is yes

[theflagscene]

Your tags makes me need to ask you if you plan to write an Alan x Gaipa fic?

Lmao, anon, I have like a dozen WIPs as it is 😂 But yes, yes I totally do plan on writing an AlanGaipa fic as some point, lmao!!!

I’ve not been well recently, I have a compromised immune system so I basically get ever possible little sniffle I come in contact with, seriously, people without masks need to stay away from me lol. So I’m super behind on posting/writing fics, I have three weeks of SEMonth prompt fics to finish and post, I have two months of AkkAyan ‘Year of OTP’ prompt fics to finish and post. I also have chapter five of DIECYM to finish and post, plus a second smutty chapter of my WannTul fic ‘Crossing A Line’ to finish, as well as a PWP KimBlack fic to finish. So yeah, I have fallen way behind but I still totally do wanna add an AlanGaipa fic to that huge pile of work lol.

I just can’t get the idea out of my head of Mrs. Hong being Alan’s favourite client and bringing him little treats while chatting to him about her handsome single son, not being subtle in the slightest lol. Also not even taking into account that Alan had a ring on most of the time because she could tell, especially recently, how unhappy he was. It’s just my own little tin hat storyboard that I’m staring at like Kimlock Holmes lol.

[pluviophile6104]

What if I told you I've read every Akkayan, Sandray, Alangaipa, Firstkhao and even Yoklongtae fic that ever exist? then what?? Now what...💀

[sollucets]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love~ 🫶🏻

sarah 🥺🥺🥺

its nice to remember i am technically a fic author OTL. thank you for thinking of me

my favorites of my own fics are:

prisms (t rated sandray with many flowery metaphors)

your quietest feeling (t-rated winteam e9 companion hurt/comfort)

birdhouse (t rated alangaipa domestic fluff type thing)

signal fire (e-rated sandray character moment thing)

and choices (t-rated akkaye episode 12 companion) which really brought me into this sort of fandom sphere. :’)

these are not necessarily overlapping with what i think are my Best fics but they are the ones i like most, hehe

shoutout also to rasmr fics bring me a dream & refractions :’)

[firstkanaphans]

Sarah I am desperate. Please write either 4, 5, 8, 12, or 16 for Alan and Gaipa. I am not picky, just please write a smutty prompt for Alan gaipa too 😭😭😭😭 give my babies a little beautiful healing loving wholesome fucking session!

All of the numbers you picked had already been claimed by other pairings except #16 (taking care of them afterwards), so I went ahead and combined that with a number that hasn’t been claimed yet since you specifically asked for some smut. I hope you don’t mind! I’m trying not to reuse the prompts. Rating: Explicit

{overstimulating} them until they’re begging + {taking} care of them afterwards

Gaipa had already come once, but Alan wasn’t through with him yet.

“Please,” Gaipa whined, his voice breathy and desperate. “I can’t take anymore, Alan. It’s too much. Please.”

The begging was exactly what Alan had been waiting for, but he didn’t slow his thrusts. Not yet. Instead, he sped up, enjoying the sound of skin slapping against skin as he looked down at the precious boy beneath him.

Gaipa’s cheeks were flushed and his neck was thrown back in offering, the fair skin already marred by lip-shaped bruises. His dick was an angry red and hard against his stomach, sitting in a pool of his own come. He had never looked more beautiful: thoroughly ravished, thoroughly loved.

They had been going at it for what felt like hours, slow and then fast and then slow again. Gaipa’s first orgasm had taken some coaxing. He had been stressed lately, unable to get out of his own head, and even sex wasn’t distracting him the way it usually did. Until he came the first time. Now, Alan was sure he wasn’t thinking about anything but him. So he kept going, trying to prolong his peace for a little while longer.

“Please,” Gaipa said again, his body loose and pliant. “Please let me come.”

Alan leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Go ahead. I’m right here.”

Immediately, Gaipa’s fingernails dug trenches into Alan’s back as he came and his body clenched so hard around Alan’s dick that he came too. And although this wasn’t about him—although tonight had been about Gaipa—he couldn’t deny that it was one of the best orgasms of his life. He had kept going far past his own comfort and the last several minutes had felt like a blissful sort of torture, pain and ecstasy all in one. 

Afterwards, they held each other as they came down from their high, but as soon as Alan could feel his body again, he climbed out of bed. Gaipa groaned, rolling over into the warmth he had left behind. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Just stay here.”

He went into the bathroom, quickly cleaned himself, and then warmed a rag under the hot water to do the same for Gaipa. When he walked back into the bedroom, Gaipa looked like he was asleep, but as Alan began to maneuver him so that he could clean his body, Gaipa groaned and half-heartedly swatted him away.

“I’m dead,” he mumbled, sounding exhausted. “You killed me.”

“You’ll feel better after I clean you up,” Alan said, although he wasn’t sure that was true because Gaipa looked satisfied as is. Still, he allowed Alan to wipe the rag over his sweat-damp skin. Alan took his time. He liked doting on those he loved like this, but Wen had never had the patience for it. Gaipa, however, was spoiled. He expected it. It had become like a ritual for them.

Alan glanced up to find that Gaipa was watching him and he held eye contact as he reached behind him to clean the swollen skin of his asshole. He didn’t miss Gaipa’s wince. 

“Sorry,” Alan said, making his movements gentler. “Was I too rough?”

Sometimes, he lost himself when he was with Gaipa. That was something else that had never happened with Wen. It had never felt natural with him. It had never felt intuitive.

Gaipa shook his head. “I liked it,” he said. 

Alan smiled and, done with the rag, tossed it to the side before pulling the covers up to Gaipa’s neck and kissing his forehead goodnight. 

“You, too,” Gaipa insisted. His eyes were already closed, but he was somehow still able to reach out and pull Alan down onto the bed with him. And although Alan was still wired, not even the least bit tired, he climbed into bed with him and folded his body around Gaipa’s. Then he stayed awake to make sure Gaipa fell into a dreamless sleep. Only then did Alan join him.

[plaidcladjuno]

[fic] my heart only knows this one song (moonlight chicken · alangaipa)

gaipa singing "the moon represents my heart" at the funeral wrecked me. since i couldn't hug him through the screen, i wrote alan doing it instead. i hope i've wrapped this (and by "this" i mean not only this fic but gaipa), as short as it is, in enough fluff, comfort & domesticity to outweigh the angst ❤

my heart only knows this one song

🌙 moonlight chicken · alangaipa 🌙 630 words · G 🌙 post-canon, established relationship, (emotional) hurt/comfort, domesticity, slice of life

"He hasn’t listened to the song since the funeral; he’s heard it in passing, drifting down the street from an open window, or playing in the background in the shops, but not like this, filling the air until Gaipa’s choking on it."

Gaipa is still grieving. Alan comforts him.

[kevin-the-bruyne]

The silence is unnerving as it always is in this house, alive in the way it presses upon them, widening the cracks that Alan is so eager to ignore. But Kaipa’s breath is steady and he’s playing with Alan’s fingers and maybe Alan thinks that silence doesn’t always have to be a void.

Sometimes I have a hard time believing that I wrote whispered secrets between you and me

[29daffodils]

the best thing in the universe is shipping a rarepair and still finding a short novel length worth of fanfic of it because someone was passionate enough to devote themselves to it.

anyway, go read this alan/gaipa fic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/47215090

[khaotunq]

i finally got around to reading the tree decoration messages (it wanted me to download an app yday and i was On Strike) and i'm so full of love and adoration and askdfjsah thank you

and also. you guys think i'm funny? 🥺🥺🥹🥹

[khaopybara]

OMG YOU ADDED IT I AM SCREAMING I LOVE HOE FIRST 😭😭😭😭 WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE DO YOU LIKE FIC? I can write you FK alangaipa or sandray!!!!! if you have something specific you can tell me!!!!!!!

trust me when i say i made this out of the goodness of my heart (and bc the prompt was also very good, i mean, we don't have a lot of hoe first anymore -at least not when it comes to kissing people just bc- so bringing it back whenever i can is an honor -i say as someone who only joined the thai bl fandom last june-.) i love a good fanfic, but i didn't have anything in mind when i was making my gifset tbh, so feel free to do whatever or nothing at all, too.

also, thank you for being so interactive, you genuinely helped me make that set better in my opinion. even though there is no good footage of that moment, it's still nice.

[timetoboldlygo]

Fic Writing Review 2023~

Words and Fics

240,364 words published to ao3 (this is kinda fake cause ao3's stat tracker is not very good <3. i pubbed some of this in 2022)

347k written in total

39+ wips started (and nearly as many abandoned!)

4 fandoms on ao3 (moonlight chicken, not me, kinnporsche, midnight museum)

Most recent: I Love You, This Is a New Thing

longest fic: by 2k words, it's Home Is Where You Teeth Sink, Love ( started posting in Sept 2022 so it kinda doesn't count tho)

Top 3 by Comments (and Kudos! It's the same!)

Home Is Where Your Teeth Sink, Love (vegaspete dating and breakup pre-canon)

A Monster with Two Heads and One Heartbeat (not me twins! but with depression and misunderstanding!

I Love You, This is a New Thing (fakedating alangaipa!)

Personal Favorite?

I'm compelled to say its it's A Monster with Two Heads and One Heartbeat, which I love and felt like I did a really good job showing miscommunication between two characters who simply aren't able to communicate better due to their flaws as people. but i also really loved writing Someone Always Dies When We Do This, because i really like when two people have sex that's about a third person

Upcoming Projects for 2024

amnesia fic (the one where White has amnesia post-canon and doesn't know how to be the person he was. meanwhile black is learning he NEVER understand the person his brother was)

amnesia fic 2 (black got amnesia when they were separated at 12. White didn't. now black's never heard he's ever had a brother before... super awk)

childhood friends au (the one where white, sean, and black were all childhood friends... and white comes home to find black and sean are dating. (they aren't) but white is filled with horrible longing anyways!)

i have to start going into the office again next year due to classic office bullshit .... so who knows when some of these will get finished. working from home really ups my word count

Rules and Tags

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some qualitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to share unpublished stuff instead? Change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

tagging @luckydicekirby @capricioustube and well anyone else who wants too!

[itsbinghebitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Midnight Series: Moonlight Chicken พระจันทร์มันไก่ | Moonlight Chicken (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alan/Kaipa (Moonlight Chicken TV) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Oral Sex, Infidelity (perhaps? as always complicated with Alan & Wen), First Time, Alan is fine you guys nothing happened to him he's all good, no beta we die like bea--GUNSHOTS Summary:

To Gaipa, Alan seemed like a nice guy. Cute, even. He had the baby cow eyes going for him. And while he’d never been particularly one for glasses, Alan made it work. Gaipa wondered how much his banking job and finance degree translated to bed. Had Alan’s thorough and systematic nature bored Wen to death? Or was Alan, on the contrary, sloppy and reckless after his rote day-to-day at the office? Was that what had driven Wen away?

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Disheartened after Jim's rejection, Gaipa ends up at Alan's office.