Khunbam - Blog Posts
Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.
Recipient: @megapureawesome (Prompt)
Summary: Khun and Bam celebrate after an intense battle with Jahad.
It was over. Bam could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him like lightning in his veins and it served as proof that this was real. He wast still alive. Jahad had been defeated and he was still alive.
"Bam! Bam!"
He turned around to see Khun speeding over on his lighthouse. He jumped off just in time for his feet to touch the ground for a few steps before his arms were thrown around him in a fierce hug. They stumbled as they spun around, a giddy exchange of laughter and relief as they clung tightly to each other, chasing away the disbelief with the feel of the other's pulse against their body.
Khun cupped his face, not caring for the mess of dirt and blood that streaked his face. "I can't believe it!" He laughed breathlessly. "You did it! You really did it!"
Bam grinned, his heart finally feeling free of the shackle that had bound him to the wretched king. "Yeah," he breathed. "We did."
The edges of Khun's smile quivered, his eyes filling with tears suddenly. "Yeah. We did. And we're both alive..."
Bam leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, nodding as hid fingers tightened around Khun's shirt. "We are," he chocked out, realizing that he too was on the verge of tears.
"Thank goodness," sighed Khun, and he leaned in.
Bam closed his eyes as they finally indulged in something that had silently been hidden away in the face of war lest it weaken their resolve. There was no need to hide anymore. They had eliminated the biggest threat and the rush of invulnerability was exhilarating.
There was no way he could call what he had been doing before living when he didn't know what it felt like to have his breath kissed away by the one reason he was still standing in the first place.
"I love you, Khun." It slipped out Bam's mouth in one of the short instances they had parted to take a breath.
Khun pressed even harder against him, kissing him with all his heart. "Gods, I love you too, Bam." Another kiss. "So damn much." And another. "For so long." And one more. "For too damn long."
Bam chuckled lightly in between the barrage of kisses, trying his best to return every bit of affection.
Their friends and teammates were approaching now but they kept their hands linked, not willing to let go just yet. Usually, Bam would have shied away from getting praised for something he had dreaded doing or saw as unnecessary, but the prideful smile on Khun's face at his side had his heart swelling with joy.
Things were going to be okay.
He had Khun—alive and safe and by his side—and he was going to be okay.
Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.
Recipient: @khunviolegrace
Summary: Bam finds great comfort in Khun's scent.
Bam shut the door and covered his mouth when he yawned despite no one else being in the room. He started getting ready for bed with only the sound of his breathing and clothes ruffling.
Usually, Khun would be here with him, but he was away for a meeting on the other side of the floor and had told Bam he would probably return in the morning so he shouldn't wait up.
It was fine, it was just one night anyway. He'd dealt with lonelier nights than this.
With a forlorn sigh, Bam shuffled across the room and dropped his day's clothes in the hamper. As the clothes his the bottom, a gust of Khun's scent slammed into Bam, and it stunned him for a moment.
Bam stood there dumbly, his tired mind trying to draw the pros and cons for what he wanted to on sand being lapped at by a sea of sleepiness. It was a fruitless endeavor, so against his better judgment, he reached in, pushed his clothes aside, and pulled out one of Khun's shirts.
He brought it to his face, closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply through his nose. There light traces of Khun's cologne; notes of wood, citrus, and spice.
He pulled it away, turned it around, and buried his face in it again. The scent of Khun's natural musk and sweat was much stronger on the back. Bam couldn't help letting out a pleased groan that rumbled deep in his chest after taking in another big whiff.
The tension sloughed off his shoulders and limbs as he felt wrapped in that familiar scent of safety. It warmed his insides to a pleasant tingle and made his heart feel full to the brim.
With his mind perfectly blank of everything unnecessary, he ambled to the bed and flopped over. His body curled up around the shirt and clung to its comfort. He fell asleep in minutes.
In the morning, Khun gave a tentative tug on the sleeve of his wrinkled shirt and was sure heard Bam growl in response.
"Bam," he whispered as he leaned closer. "Wake up, Bam."
Slowly, Bam unraveled from his protective ball, stretching his legs out and then his arms with a loud yawn. Khun took advantage of that moment to pull his shirt free.
"G'morning, Khun-ssi." Bam languidly smiled, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep.
Khun chuckled at him. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Sleep well?" He slung the shirt over his shoulder and cocked his head.
Bam nodded slowly as stifled another yawn until he suddenly shot upright on the bed with a gasp. "Oh! I'm sorry! I, uhh—your shirt—I was just—"
"It's fine, Bam," laughed Khun. "I'm sorry you had to use a replacement instead of the real thing last night."
Bam's face was hot with embarrassment and his brows creased his forehead with worry anyway.
Khun dropped his hand on Bam's head, ruffling gently before stroking his thumb across his cheek and cupping his chin to meet his eyes. He leaned in close enough to feel the heat of Bam's exhale.
"Whatever you need from me, Bam, you can take whenever you want." Khun leaned in to touch their foreheads together, barely a second and much too short, before he let go and moved away.
Blank blinked, stupefied by what just happened.
"I'm gonna go shower. See you downstairs for breakfast?" Khun paused on the doorway as he stared at Bam, waiting for an answer.
A grin slowly spread on Bam's face as he felt the familiar warmth of Khun's precense sink back into him. "Okay!"
khunbam drabble
thinking about them 24/7
05/24/23
I decided to change the style of art a little. I wanted to work with liners and colors, as I have not used them for a long time, I like the result, and you? <3
For khuntober day 11 ^^
- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
Heya @salsa-ishida, I’m your secret santa for @tog-secret-santa ;3
Hope I got all of your three wishes here - KhunBam - Art that deals with Khun as a character (here I interpreted him as Viole’s biggest support) - Viole; about all those years of sadness, hope and longing
from “My World Without You” by @resiotcage
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27447214
I’ve wanted to draw some scenes from this fic for a while, I love it so much (a big thank you to Resiot for blessing us with this one and his other works) :D
Please read it if you haven’t yet!
(The second image is under the cut in case anyone would be uncomfortable with depictions of scars/injuries)
Keep reading
Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.
Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.
He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.
When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -
"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."
Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –
"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."
"Are you well?"
Bam looked at him. Was he well?
Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–
"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.
Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.
by 20fifthbaam
The routine was manageable on days when the sky cleared to something close to blue.
It was the gray what ifs that were killing him.
Words: 7477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 신의 탑 | Tower of God
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Khun Aguero Agnis, Ja Wangnan, Shibisu (Tower of God), Baam | Jyu Viole Grace
Relationships: Baam | Jyu Viole Grace/Khun Aguero Agnis, Baam | Jyu Viole Grace & Khun Aguero Agnis
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Introspection, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, No Dialogue, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Flashbacks
i 100% think bam thinks him and khun are dating but khun doesn’t knows