#patpran assassin au

[surajmukhis]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers. Spread the self-love~ 🫶🏻 (...i know that's all your posted fics but shhhhhh... maybe write each a little blurb? haha)

rob hiiii~~ this is such a fun ask!! i do have only five fics on ao3 so i thought i might sneak some in from tumblr hehe

if today we hold each other - vegaspete - 8k - ao3

featuring feral vegas committing acts of service like a crime and other exciting finale-divergent offerings such as:

communicating without understanding each other!

dead abusive dads (crowd cheering)!

main family in love with pete phongsakorn 

ok fine yes the last one isn’t canon-divergent this was easily the most fluid, fun writing i did on this list and i actually go back to re-read it sometimes! you can find it here.

2. patpran social media au - tumblr

pran wakes up hoping for a quiet weekend in with his boyfriend; as it happens, pat is on a cross-country trip with a stranger he befriended online :)

i’m actually mostly happy with this (even though it was short and STILL took me two years to finish it hmph). slow going but i giggled nonstop writing the chaotic texts and tweets between patpran and friends + gram and the garage gang from not me! you can check it out here <3

3. gramblack - meet-cute (ish) - tumblr

a micro-fic speculating about gramblack’s first meeting ft. injured black, romantic break-in’s & the G&B figurines that we got fucking baited with (p’nuchie i forget but never forgive)  

[i would have more gramblack to put on this list except it’s all in my drafts and i dread revealing the insane grip they had on me back in the day <3] anyway read it here! 

4. toddblack - enemies to 👀? - tumblr

my beloved assassin black fic! 3 times he’s sent after charmingly insufferable politician todd + 1 time it makes him consider a career change.

this was two and a half years ago but i remember being so excited abt the idea and then struggling Massively to write it 🤡 sometimes i toy with the idea of fleshing it out into a proper fic but i’m realistic abt my dreams now. you can check it out here!

5. moontide (tender gravity) - phayurain - 7.5k - ao3

rain’s father bans him from meeting phayu during exam season. rain decides to make this everybody’s problem. <3

this was the sweetest to write of the lot and came out very organically for a fic exchange i randomly signed up for so i was really pleased with it overall. you can read it here :)

tysm again rob for the ask!! 💝 i’m excited to pass it on to other fic writing friends! 🥳🥳🥳

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[dimplesandfierceeyes]

top 5 bad buddy writers? you’re one of mine 💗

Wow, you guys just went straight in with the easy ones, huh? Honestly, this is such a difficult question because there are so many amazing writers out there in the bb fandom and I haven't been able to read anywhere near as much fic as I'd like the last few months because I've had so many other things going on but there's definitely a few writers I know will always deliver no matter what.

snickerdoodlles - or @thecookiemonster77 - I love the way they're able to set a scene so effortless, no matter where its canon fic or an au, just a few lines is all they need to open up that world fully for you. To say I am extremely envious is an understatement haha! My favourite fic of theirs is probably dimples can always lie - I am always down for PatPran assassin domestic shenanigans

wujicore - or @pranpatsocool - I love their Pran POV, they're really able to inhabit his character and crack open his heart. Add that to the soft, poetic turns of phrase, their writing always makes me think of sitting beside a babbling stream. My favourite fic has got to be am I moth to your flame? - it is a heart-aching moment of high school Pran composing Just Friends? with Pat

Faillen - @faillen - Faillen, Faiilen, Faillen, what can I say? They know just how to envelope you in a story, how to bury you so deeply into a character's psyche you almost become them. My favourite fic of theirs is Your Voice in My Ear (Your Space in My Bed) - it's a spicy one but I love the way they bring in the difficulties both Pat and Pran have in a long-distance relationship, how even miles apart they try to account for each other's needs and of course showcase they're A+ communication skills (in more ways than one ;))

unsungyellowraincoat - or @isaksbestpillow - truly poetry as prose, no word is wasted and the imagery makes even the simplest moment into an artwork. My favourite fic is a tough one to choose but I think Keeps me warm wins out - the perfect missing scene for after the boys are outed.

illicitly - they have such a lyrical, pared back style, all short paragraphs that say so much and their focus on character is always incredibly compelling. My favourite fic of theirs is definitely you don't know (it's breaking my heart) - Pat's POV of the rooftop kiss, truly stunning

Ahhhh you have no idea how long it took me to come up with this list, I just kept wanting to add more and more, but I also know I've not read that many fics. Let me know some of your guys' favourites too so I can check them out if I've unknowingly been sleeping on them!

[danmei-trash]

Tagged by @seeking-moonscapes Thank you so much Kayla!!

Rules: “Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of  how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the  title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or  tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have  wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch  titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it  counts!!”

Hmm, okay. I don’t think I have much wips currently but let’s see

PatPran Summer Camp AU

PatPran Assassin AU

Time Travel Part 2

Letters AU Sequel

PatPran Criminal x Detective (this one has barely any words written lol)

Anddd that’s it! I don’t have much wips rn

Idk who to tag rn so if anybody who sees this wants to do it, feel free to do it!!!!

[soyellowcurtainsthen]

I was tagged by @glamgoblin ( the Uber talented writer I tricked into letting me be a beta reader for and also the co-owner of our frankly feral brain cell)

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many  people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

1. VegasPete Hanahaki fic

2. Gramblack assassin au

3. PatPran Historical fantasy prompt from @ommited-miscellaneously which has grown arms and legs and still isn’t finished 😂😂

4. To my star 2 angst (do we need more, always!!)

5. Heart drawing 5+1 PatPran fic

I’m also working on 3 original projects as well

1. Banshee/ ghost wlw story set

2. Ghost hunting show- meets parallel universe story

3. Sci-fi dystopian cyberpunk one shots ( I’m basically just trying to get a feel for the genre) current one being about a market stall that lets you buy bottled emotions.

I’m tagging @ommited-miscellaneously @morathicain @thelastlesbean @jemmo @bearinglight @ablazenqueen and anyone else that sees this and wants to join in

[snickerdoodlles]

I??? could’ve sworn someone had sent in a request for this prompt, but I can’t find the ask anywhere??? > < If you sent in this prompt, this one’s for you, I’m very sorry I lost your ask ;;~;;

dimples can always lie [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (you’re here) ] ; 700w, rated M 19: “I’m not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.” (prompt list)

Pat wakes up to Pran straddling his hips and holding a knife to his throat, which starts his morning out at a solid seven out of ten.

“Hello,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and scratchy, and opens his eyes to a vision. Pran glows in the early morning light, the warm sunlight kissing his pretty cheekbones and his oversized knit sweater brushes softly against Pat’s abs. In fact, Pat’s pretty sure that sweater is one of his sweaters, a handmade gift from Pran himself, and Pat stifles a groan at the crack of attraction that rushes through him at the sight. He wiggles his fingers under the hem of Pran’s sweater, finding nothing but smooth satin skin, and Pran presses his knife harder against his neck in a warning.

Pat pouts. “Is this not a sex thing?”

Pran raises his eyebrows and looks down at the knife against Pat’s throat pointedly. Which is unfair; Pran can’t just demand such deliberation from him right after he’s just woken up or has Pran in his lap looking like that, much less both. It’s not like the knife is a clue, Pran’s response to everything is knives. Asshole politician? Knife. Pat looks hot? Knife. Forgot to go grocery shopping? Knife--

Oh.

Pat frowns and blinks up at Pran. “Did I…load the dishwasher incorrectly?”

Pran snorts. “Close.” He leans closer, eyes glittering angrily, and growls, “You washed your new red shirt.”

Both of them blink at each other expectantly. Pran starts to actually look annoyed and Pat rubs his thumb along the naked stretch of Pran’s thigh. “Yeah, I’m going to need more than that.”

Pran’s nostrils flare. “You washed it with your whites.” The tip of his knife presses against the hollow under Pat’s chin--not enough to cut, just enough to make Pat’s every nerve sing. He’s half-hard against the swell of Pran’s ass, driven mad by the way he can’t tell if Pran’s naked or not underneath all that chunky wool.

Pran clears his throat pointedly, and Pat reluctantly pulls his eyes up from the hem of the sweater. Pran’s enchanting when he’s mad at him, even when he’s threatening him with a knife. Especially when he’s threatening him with a knife.

“You ruined your white pants.”

Pat takes a moment to process that.

“…Of the two of us, shouldn't I be the one upset?”

Pran’s lips pull into a sulky moue and he rolls his eyes. “Like you didn’t buy those pants just to taunt me,” he mutters. (A fair and almost accurate accusation. Pat actually hadn’t bought those pants with much thought beyond oh my ass looks hot, but Pran’s reaction to them the first time he came home in them more than cemented their place of honor in Pat’s fuck me wardrobe.) Pran narrows his eyes at Pat’s lecherous grin and pokes his nose with the tip of his knife. “Be more considerate of things that aren’t yours.”

Pat raises his eyebrows and that’s all the warning Pran gets before Pat surges up and flips them over. Pran barely has the time to throw the knife out of the way and he smacks Pat’s shoulder, eyes incensed. “Pat! What did I just say!”

Pat grins. Like Pran would ever let something hurt him, much less one of his own weapons. “Oh? Is my face yours now too?”

“Mm.” Pran combs back his bangs and knots his fingers through the coarse strands of Pat’s hair. He grins meanly and Pat wiggles deeper into the cradle of Pran’s thighs. “It’s your best asset.” Pran pouts comically and tugs Pat closer. “What would we do if something were to happen to it, hmm?”

Pat dips his head, pressing their foreheads together. “Eh, I’m not totally useless. I can always be used as a bad example. 101 on Things Not To Do As Your Assassin's House Husband.” Pat swallows Pran’s snicker in a kiss. He finally gets a hand beneath Pran’s sweater and groans when his fingers meet nothing but naked skin.

Pran grins against his lips. “Mm,” he murmurs, rubbing their noses together. Then he pushes Pat’s head down.

“I bet I could come up with a few more uses for you…”

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[snickerdoodlles]

i'd put the dead body there myself to see bad buddy + 18 from your fic prompt

i bet u didn't even know i've been thinking about a patpran assassin au when u sent this prompt in ❤ tagging @jemmo because assassin au is like 77% hers, i'm just here to push the pran+knives agenda and channel some murder vibes XD

dimples can always lie (series), pt.1, 1035w, lite M 18: “And why exactly is there a dead body in my bathroom?” (prompt list)

It takes Pat a few minutes to notice the elephant in the room. He’s still fucked out and delightfully sore from the late hours of last night, so he just sleepily ignores the glassy-eyed stare as he takes a piss and it’s not until he’s brushing his teeth that his brain pops online and thinks, Hey, that ain’t right.

Pat turns to look at the dead body tucked neatly into the tub. He picks out the knife wounds, but all of the blood’s been cleaned away and there’s no stains to be found anywhere in the tub or room. He scrubs his teeth and absorbs the other details he’s first missed, like the blood spattered suit hanging on the back of the door and the throwing knives laid out to dry along the vanity. The window leading out to the fire escape is open and when Pat pokes his head outside to check, he sees a blood spatter on the landing. So that explains why he didn’t notice anything come in last night, but who the hell is the tool in the bathtub?

Pat cleans himself up best he can with just the sink basin and a washcloth. His muscles protest the lack of a hot shower, but the bathroom isn’t large enough to stow the body elsewhere (not that Pat’s particularly inclined to use that shower now anyways), so a sponge bath will have to do. He takes a minute to admire the love bites and scratches Pran had decorated him with last night, then grabs an old and worn pair of sweats to tug on before making his way through the hotel suite in search of Pran.

The best part of splurging on pricey hotel suites is that they come with a kitchen. The kitchens are always shit--outdated and poorly planned, almost entirely unused and dusty dull for it--but Pran always brings his own knives and crappy stoves still heat food just fine, so Pat’s treated to sights like now: Pran humming one of his own songs as he chops up some vegetables for snacks and a late lunch, all while wearing just Pat’s button down from last night, boxers, and socks. It’s a little domesticity from home, and Pat’s helpless to resist.

“Finally up?” Pran taunts with a smugly dimpled grin. Pat rolls his eyes. Like anyone wouldn’t be exhausted after a night of being fucked over half the room’s furniture. Not that he’s complaining, mind. There are a lot of benefits to a night that begins with Pran descending on him with an angry gleam in his eyes, and they’re not just the sex.

Pat slides his arms around Pran’s waist and Pran goes soft and cuddly in his hold. Pat smiles against Pran’s shoulder at his easy acceptance as he takes a deep sniff of Pran’s neck. He smells like fresh laundry and talc, the best smell in the world, and Pat presses little kisses to the soft skin below Pran’s ear. “And why exactly is there a dead body in our bathroom?”

Pran scoffs irritably. “Because we didn’t need a bigger mess than last night.”

Pat pauses. His thumbs rub Pran hips as he thinks, but… “Nothing went wrong last night?” Pran sniffs, offended, and Pat ducks his head to hide his smile. “No. I would know, I was on the comms and had control of their security cameras.” Pat presses a loud smooching kiss against Pran’s cheek. “You were perfect.”

Pran sticks his tongue out in mock disgust, but a cute, pleased little flush runs over the bridge of his nose. Pat nuzzles the side of his neck happily and the flush grows despite Pran’s grumbles. “I’m not talking about the hit in the casino. Some rookie goon happened to see me walking back here while he was out getting sandwiches and decided to jump me,” Pran complains, more annoyed than put out. “He got blood on my favorite suit.”

Pat’s hands slide up under Pran’s shirt, fingers searching, and Pran squirms as the sensation tickles his ribs. “Not my blood,” he retorts as he pushes Pat’s hands away. “Give me some credit.”

Pat stops trying to feel Pran up, but he does hug him closer. “You were okay getting back though?”

“Mm. The idiot didn’t even call it in.” Both of them scoff in disgust at the poor safety protocol, even though Pat’s incredibly grateful for the man’s stupidity.

A few things are starting to line up in Pat’s head though. “And you brought him back here because…?”

“Well, he was getting a lot of sandwiches.”

“Ah, the dinner sucker,” Pat says knowingly. “They always do notice when those ones go missing.” Pran snorts and Pat hugs him tighter. Next time, Pat won’t let Pran cut out the comms until he’s back in Pat’s arms. Pran might complain about his sappy praises or excessive flirting right in his ear, but better that than him being entirely without backup.

Pran rubs his thumb along Pat’s wrist soothingly. “It only took a minute. Two, at most. He was very green.” Pran looks over his shoulder and holds up a carrot stick in apology. “I would’ve called if it was serious.”

Pat holds his pout for another second, because their definitions for serious and dangerous have been skewed for a long time, Pran’s worse than his, but he takes the offered apology without protest. Pran dimples fondly as Pat munches his treat with puffy cheeks. Pat’s hard pressed to stay mad at him.

“Well,” Pat muses, “considering last night’s targets were Boss John’s operations manager and his favorite hacker, and poison’s pretty discreet, and the dead goon won’t start smelling for a few more hours…”

Pat grins and slips his hand into Pran’s boxers. Pran’s head falls back with a silent moan and his hips buck as Pat gets his hand around the warm girth of his dick.

Pat grinds his half-hard dick against the plush swell of Pran’s ass. “What do you say to enjoying a few more hours of this location before we skip town?”

Pran twists in his arms and answers with a filthy kiss.

[snickerdoodlles]

Ooooh 12 or 25 for the writing meme. And obvs PatPran 😘🧡

hi friend!! thank u for sending this in, i hope u don't mind more assassin au 😂❤

dimples can always lie (series tag) 25: “Small fire! I said SMALL fire! That is not small!” (prompt list)

Pat watches the destruction from his laptop screen with wide eyes and a hand over his mouth.

"Pat."

Pat laughs awkwardly at Pran's flat tone and scratches the back of his ear self-consciously. "Hey babe."

"What did I say?"

Pat takes a long sip from his milk box. The dregs of his sweetened soy milk slurp and gurgle obnoxiously over the comms. The video feeds on his screen are still blown out white from the growing fire raging through the target's home.

"Small fire. I said small fire." Pran blows out an irritated sigh. Pat can hear Pran's flared nostrils and heated glare. "That is not small."

Pat takes another long sip of air and gulps. "I, uh, may have misjudged the potency of the accelerant."

"You think."

The fire's settling into a more natural temperature and Pat can finally start making out blurred forms and burning ruins through the cameras' view finders. One of the blurs has the shape of Pran glaring at the camera with his hands on his hips. Pat presses his lips together to muffle his laugh as he stabs his straw through another milk box.

"Why are you laughing, hmm? We want to burn down the house, not the whole forest."

"I'll call the authorities as soon as you get going."

Pran mutters something unsavory about policemen and the implication he'd ever be caught, but he vanishes from the hacked security feeds soon enough. Pat waits for the sound of Pran's bike to start up before wiping the outer feeds' memory. They'll probably be destroyed well enough in the fire for the authorities to dismiss them, but billionaires can afford competent detectives. Pat straightens abruptly and clicks his tongue.

"What is it?" Pran asks gravely.

"I just realized we'll have to strike arson from our business cards," Pat complains. "And we just got the new batch printed."

Pran laughs, like bells over the dull roar of the fire. "Don't be stupid. Practice makes perfect."

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more assassin AU hot off the press for @jemmo. we’ll make it thru ep12 somehow my friend ❤❤

dimples can always lie (series tag); Pt.3, 1300w, rated T 02: “We just stopped a homicide. Congratulations?” (prompt list)

Wai’s just finished settling on the couch when he hears a key unlock Pran’s front door. “Hey!” he shouts, because letting Pran speculate on who might’ve entered his home while he was out is a mistake someone only ever makes once. “News says you stopped a homicide. Congratulations!”

He barely manages to duck in time to avoid a knife from burying itself into his skull. His strangled yelp is barely louder than the heavy thunk of the knife embedding itself into the wall behind where his head used to be. He peeks over his bowl of noodles warily just in time to see Pran storm past his living room and up the stairs.

Wai turns to Pat, who’s hanging up their bags and keys by the door. “What the hell?” Wai demands, aggrieved. “You’d think I’d interrupted his knitting again.” (Another mistake someone only ever makes once.)

Pat presses his lips together to hide his smile. Dick. “Did the news say who Pran saved?”

Wai shakes his head. “Nope. They blurred out his face though, so I’m guessing he’s someone important?”

“Of course they did,” Pat mutters with a roll of his eyes. “Paramej Chueamanee.”

Wai and Pat blink at each other expectantly. “Yeah,” Wai drawls, “Whoever they are, they’re too classy to have mob connections.”

“...Petrochemicals. Human rights violator. Constantly pays fines for the workers that die--”

“Ohhh.” Wai snaps his fingers. “That guy with the factory issues Pran bitched about last month?”

Pat just stares at Wai, unimpressed. “You know what, sure, close enough. That’s him.”

Wai rolls his eyes. Just because Pat and Pran keep mental lists of Thailand’s richest assholes and politicians to fuck over doesn’t mean the rest of them do. Wai has plenty enough to memorize with just the mafia and majia-adjacent networks, thank you very much.

“Why’d he even save him?”

Pran stomps back in with a thundercloud over his head and his long standing knitting project in his arms. “I would never,” Pran mutters. His fingers flex reflexively. Pat, a far braver fool than Wai, kisses Pran’s forehead on his way to the kitchen and the storm brewing around him calms, just a bit. “I thought the gunman was going for Pat.”

Wai whistles. “That’s rough.” For Pran and the poor gunman. Wai frowns. “But the news didn’t say anyone had died?”

Pran throws down his knitting project--and ooh, he’s even more pissed off than Wai first expected, because that’s the Murder Scarf. Wai slurps down another bite of noodles and subtly scoots away from Pran.

(The Murder Scarf had started after one of Pran’s first botched hits. They’d had to hide in a dumpster behind one of those terrible chain craft stores and had somehow wound up with a ball of cheap red yarn finding its way into Pran’s bag. He and Wai had taken the bus home and since knife throwing isn’t an option when they’re in public, Pran had started knitting to ease his irritation. By the time they’d gotten home, the shitty ball of yarn had become the start of a scarf and Pran had a new plan--one he enacted the next day with vengeance, terrifying precision, and more knives than Wai knew a person could carry--and the Murder Scarf was borne. It’s since grown over the years from a red twenty centimeter block to a trailing riot of colors and shitty scrap yarn several meters long. Anytime the Murder Scarf makes an appearance, bodies will fall.)

Pran sneers and checks his gleaming knitting needles. “I didn’t kill the gunman,” he says shortly. “I realized he wasn’t there for us right as I started moving, but then it was too late. Someone else was screaming about the gun and if we didn’t take him down, Paramej’s security would have killed him.”

“Oof,” Wai mutters with a wince. He sucks some sauce off his chopsticks thoughtfully as Pran flops down with an angry huff.

“Sooo,” he mumbles around his chopsticks, only getting a grunt from Pran. He pulls out his chopsticks and clicks them together. “…Why are you so upset?” Pran looks up darkly and Wai hunches behind his noodles defensively. “I’m just saying, you look like someone ripped up one of Pat’s sweaters! Not your typical response to saving someone’s life!”

Pat walks back in carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. “Paramej offered Pran a job.”

Wai straightens. “He knows who you are?!”

Pat’s shaking his head before Wai even finishes his sentence. “Not that kind of job. A manager’s job.”

Wai frowns and stares between them, baffled, for a minute before it clicks and Wai chokes.

“He asked you to work for him?! In the company?!” he wheezes as he pounds his chest and hacks up bits of noodle.

Pran’s thunder cloud darkens. “All important men have enemies. When you get to my position, it becomes vital to surround yourself with those you can trust,” he mimics in a growl. “Heaven forbid killing your workers has consequences.” Pran goes back to knitting, needles clicking furiously. At the rate he’s going, Chang might not even have enough time to set up the betting pool before Paramej drops dead.

Wai pounds his chest to get the last bit of noodle out of his lungs and Pat passes him a glass of wine. “Thanks,” Wai wheezes and nods gratefully. Pat smiles, like moonlight on water, and pours Pran a new glass. Then Wai takes a sip and--

Wai gags. “Is this Barolo?” he demands, smacking his lips together to try to deal with the taste. Pat snickers. “Asshole. You know I’m eating noodles with Auntie Dissaya’s special sauce!”

Pat just shrugs as he puts down Pran’s glass in front of him, finishing off the gesture with another soothing kiss to the top of Pran’s head. He smiles at Wai unrepentantly and pours himself a glass before he settles into the seat across from Wai. “It’s one of our special wines. We picked it up on a job in Italy four years ago exactly.” Pat looks up, dark eyes wide. “We’re sharing anniversary wine with you because we love you.”

Gross. “You’re so full of shit,” Wai mutters against the rim of his glass before he takes a big defiant swig. Ugh. The inside of his mouth now tastes like bad bitter melon, or sour grapefruit, but fuck Pat, Wai will drink that whole bottle of shitty anniversary wine if he wants to go there.

The corners of Pat’s eyes tighten, but he hides most of his irritation behind an appraising sniff of his wine. Wai stares him down and takes another swallow.

“Why are you even here?” Pat mutters.

Wai shrugs and turns his attention back to the news, which is running another segment on Pran’s rescue, but this time with a statement from that Paramej guy. “Ran out of food. Coming here was faster.”

“The grocer is literally a block away from your apartment,” Pat says flatly.

“Yeah, but they don’t have cooked leftovers.” Wai looks between his noodles--also known as: Pat’s favorite meal--and Pat, and grins meanly. “And it’s free.” Pat glares back and Wai snickers. “Just remember that even if you take away my key, I know how to pick locks.”

“You’re such a vulture. I’m going to stuff you full of garbage next time I see you.”

“Oi.” Wai barks as he points his chopsticks at Pat, “Don’t insult us scavengers Pat. Waste disposal is a vital part of our ecosystem!”

Pran snorts, the first sound they’ve heard from him in the last five minutes, and pauses his knitting long enough to raise his glass. “I’ll drink to that,” he says, eyes glittering darkly as he glares at Paramej Chueamanee on the tv screen.

Wai doubts the bastard will make it past the week.

[snickerdoodlles]

like 2 more paragraphs and then some editing and then I’ll have something to post… 👀

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Bad Buddy Masterpost

This is primarily a masterlist for all my Bad Buddy fics, posted WIP previews, plot sketches, and a few noted meta & headcanon posts.

Hope this helps with blog navigation and the general tumblr fuckery! ^^

Last Updated: 1 Mar 2022

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Fics

All the Little Things [ao3 | tumblr]

PatPran, Post Ep5, Introspection

Pran imagines the future with Pat.

Rating: T | Word Count: 449w | Status: Complete

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come here. [ao3 | tumblr tag]

PatPran, Secret Relationship, 5+1, a lil Spicy

5 times Pat says “come here” plus the one time Pran says it first

Rating: M | Word Count: 9323w | Status: Posted 5/6

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my open sky [ao3]

PatPran, Kiss Prompts, Ficlet Series

Mini series of PatPran kisses as inspired by tumblr prompts. Currently posted: kisses on cheek/dimples; soft morning kisses; kisses in the rain; kisses on scars

Rating: NR | Word Count: 2939w | Status: Posted 4/?

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our soft shells [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Anxiety, Hugs & Comfort, Intimacy, Secret Relationship

Pat & Pran, navigating anxieties over a relationship neither particularly wants to keep secret.    

Rating: T | Word Count: 1623w | Status: Complete

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untitled no.14 [ao3 | tumblr]

PatPran, Shameless Makeouts, Ep8 [4/4] Speculation, Relationship Reveal

If Pat doesn’t put on a t-shirt soon, Pran’s going to do something spectacularly stupid.

Rating: T | Word Count: 827w | Status: Complete

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Things That Stay The Same [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Pran & Toto, Pat & Toto, Ep9 Speculation

Some things change, some things stay the same. Or: the friends that stand beside you during bad weather times and the reclaiming of your safe spaces.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2490w | Status: Complete

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break a leg [ao3 | tumblr]

Pran & Pa, Pran & Wai, Alternate Ep8 [1/4] scene

Wai finds out Pa's identity through her other big brother.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2791w | Status: Complete

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Sucker [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Korn & Everyone, Architecture & Engineering, Outsider POV

Korn spots a suspicious mark on Pat's neck.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1418w | Status: Complete

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of sweaters and gingerbread [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Background PatPran, Architecture gang & Engineering gang

Engineering inaugurates Pran into one of their silly traditions. Maybe someone should’ve warned them not to do this by challenging him, because he’s about to one up them all.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1494w | Status: Posted 1/2

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roadside assistance [ao3 | tumblr promo]

InkPa, Mutual Pining, UST

In which Pa gets a flat tire, but luckily Ink’s there to help. Now if the universe could either make Pa less gay, or women less hot, or just her brother less of a cock block, that’d be grand.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1723w | Status: Complete

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come what may [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Korn & Pran, Korn & Pat, Engineering Gang, Mischievous Friends, Developing Friendship, Ep9 Missing Scene

According to the transitive property of equality, if Pran is dating Korn's best friend, that makes him Korn's best friend too.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1886w | Status: Complete

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all the tie and bind [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Pran & Wai, Pat & Wai, PatPran (Background), Missing Scene (Set between ep9 & 10), Episode 9 Coda, Apologies & Reconciliations

Wai apologizes and Pat gives him a shovel talk. ft some Pran & Wai backstory ideas and smug!PatPran boyfriends as a treat

Rating: T | Word Count: 1840w | Status: Complete

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more indelible than ink [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Pran & Korn, Pat & Korn, PatPran, Friendship, Crack, University Shenanigans

Korn's professor only allows cheat sheets on the finals that are permanent tattoos. Pran has a solution.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2007w | Status: Complete

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dimples can always lie (series) [ao3 | series tag]

PatPran, Assassin AU, Soft Boyfriends/Husbands, Genre Typical Content

Pt.1 (1035w) written for the dialogue prompt: “And why exactly is there a dead body in my bathroom?”

Pt.2 (329w) written for the dialogue prompt: “Small fire! I said SMALL fire! That is not small!”

Pt.3 (1300w) written for the dialogue prompt: “We just stopped a homicide. Congratulations?”

Pt.4 (700w) written for the dialogue prompt: “I’m not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.”

Rating: M | Word Count: N/A | Status: On-Going

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nine lives lucky (series) [ao3 | series tag]

Pat & Pran & Junior, Pat/Pran, Magic AU *very loosely based on Diana Wynne Jones’s Chronicles of Chrestomanci series. no prior knowledge of the series required

no stranger to the wind (1275w | Posted: 1/3) In a universe where magic is as common as science and faith, Junior's goal in life is to grow up to be a leader to the beach village just like Uncle Tong. But when he meets two strangers on the beach that are far more magical than the common eye would see, Junior learns he might have a stronger gift than anything he could ever imagine. 

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: On-Going

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Only Real is Real [ao3 | tumblr tag]

PatPran, bad boy!Pran, good boy!Pat, Canon Divergence

The boy Pat remembers as wearing soft linens with knitted sweaters knotted around his neck returns wearing leather and a shit-kicker attitude. (Or, bad boy!Pran meet golden boy!Pat. The only thing that hasn't changed is the way Pran still holds Pat's attention completely.)

Rating: T | Word Count: 3031w | Status: Posted 1/?

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Previews

*Posted to tumblr in parts atm, full upload to AO3 TBD 

Grasshoppers and Elephants [ao3 | tumblr tag]

Background PatPran, Engineering & Architecture, Enemies to Friends, Hijinks and Shenanigans, Korn POV

Pat’s friends discover Pat’s dating Pran early on their sophomore year. Upset that Pat felt the need to hide his relationship and determined to make his comfortable enough to come out to them on his own, Korn, Chang, and Mo realize they’re going to have to make the ultimate sacrifice: they’re going to have to befriend the architecture gang. Pat better appreciate them for this.

Pt.1 | Future Scene Cut Scene (1)

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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nothing new [ao3 | preview | tumblr tag]

PatPran, InkPa, Post-Canon, Season 2 Speculation, Bets and Proposals, Reconciliations and Forgiveness, Found Family

What I could see happening in a season 2 for Bad Buddy: the Series. It begins with Dissaya inviting Pat to dinner. A bet is made, proposals are had, and eventually we stumble our way to a happily ever after.

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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listen with your heart [ao3 | preview | tumblr tag]

PatPran, High School Era, Magic AU *loosely based on Diana Wynne Jones’s Howl’s Moving Castle trilogy. no prior knowledge of the novel or movie required

Pran accidentally attaches his door of many places to Pat’s bedroom door instead of his own. If Pran had thought Pat was bad about barging through his window, imagine how bad he’s about to get with a door that doesn’t want to lock him out.

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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Noted Posts

*Just a few noted plot sketch posts, convos with @/jemmo, headcanon & meta posts, etc. that people requested easy access too, let me know if there are any posts you’d like to see added o7

Plot Sketch: PatPran Luca AU

Plot Sketch: Pat, Pran, Ink, Paa, Korn, and Wai go bowling

Plot Sketch: Pat and Wai and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad realization that You’re Friends With That Asshole

Plot Sketch: PatPran pirate AU

Plot Sketch: Paa goes to the hospital instead (ep9 reimagining)

Jemmo Chats: Pat crushes melons with his thighs

Jemmo Chats: PranKorn friendship shenanigans

Jemmo Chats: “come here” (check replies)

Jemmo Chats: Pran and hard drives meta (check replies)

Jemmo Chats: ep7 confession meta

Meta & Headcanons: engineering & architecture dynamics

Meta & Headcanons: WaiKorn headcanons

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[dimplesandfierceeyes]

PatPran Assassin AU 👀👀👀

Oh this one is Misa's! @bad-buddy-owns-my-ass get over here and give us snippets

[snickerdoodlles]

for the fic asks!!!!! 👀, 😭 and 💋 except I’m taking the liberty of knowing all your AUs to put you in an impossible situation. fuck marry kill old guard AU, HMC AU and assassin AU (im evil 😈😈)

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually?

i'll have to skim back on my fic because i know i do, i just can't remember anything specific off the top of my head. i am very fond of putting 'dimples fondly' to describe Pran though, it is in fact my favorite Pran descriptor anywhere. im also disgustingly fond of describing Pat as a lil ball/ray/burst of sunshine in everything

😭 Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

i cant cry for shit so technically no. but when i was into mira/cu/lous la/dyb/ug, it was also about the time i was coming to terms with being aroace. there was this whole corner of us in the fandom writing/drawing/etc a-spec centric content for the mir/acul/ace tag and that was super awesome to have while i was going thru that v emotional period of my life in general

i've made myself pretty emotional for bbs stuff too (obvs). i have some WIPs that specifically focus on Pat and Pran's relationships with their parents, but I'm not sure that i'll ever post them because there's a lot of very personal anecdotes, memories, and feelings from my own relationships with my parents in those fics. it was really hard but also v cathartic to write them, but they might stay as stories just for me

💋 Fuck marry kill 3 of your own fics (asker’s choice of fics)

i cant believe you've done this to me

fuck: old guard AU marry: howl's moving castle AU kill: assassin AU

reasoning: YOU'RE EVIL I HATE YOU goooooood this was hard. ofc im going to marry HMC AU, i am physically incapable of doing anything else (lovesick Pran!!! shining Pat!!!! FIG!!!!). fuck old guard AU because PatPran being disgustingly in love for almost 2000 yrs and still rubbing it in everyone's faces is too good to pass up (also: ink my beloved). but then that means I have to kill assassin AU, which is terrible because i love my indulgently unhinged AU but it's what's left. my only consolation is that at least it's appropriate for the genre

send me a fic ask ❤

[snickerdoodlles]

Hi! Are your fics posted in ao3? Apologies in advance if you have already been asked with this question.

No worries nonny, I don’t typically get questions like this, so you’re good ^^b

For Bad Buddy, almost all of my posted fics have been posted to my AO3 as well. WIP snippets (such as the pieces of grasshoppers and elephants I’ve posted so far) are only on tumblr, and PatPran assassin au won’t be posted to AO3 until after I post my old guard au. But otherwise, everything that’s been finished to post can be found under my snickerdoodlles handle

As for my other fandoms stuffs *laughs nervously* —I will eventually get thru that post queue, because I vastly prefer AO3 as a story archive to tumblr, it’s just gonna be a little while 💦