• a new hand / wp, ao3

Arthit is the Queen of Spades. He does not want this. The people of Spades do not want this either. Or, they wouldn't if they knew he is a witch. Meanwhile, Kongpob is the King of Spades; he wants Arthit. Others want him dead.

The feelings beginning to bloom between the two just seem to unnecessarily complicate matters. Can the Royals make do with the bad hand they've been dealt? Or, despite their poor luck, will they end up holding all the cards?

• when nebulae collapse / wp, ao3

Arthit falls in the hallway. Kongpob falls in love.

• but are we engineer? / wp

Bright created the gayng

Bright: school's out for everyone forever bitches let's get turnt

Arthit left the gayng

Bright added Arthit

Bright: stop leaving coward

Or; bright makes a groupchat and everyone hates it yet uses it surprisingly often.

• this stupid song / wp, ao3

Arthit: works a 9-to-5 with good pay. Also Arthit: bisexual disaster. (It's a recent development.) How does he deal with his newfound sexuality? By going home with a guy he just met at a bar, then, the morning after, somehow ending up semi-agreeing to join his band, of course! It's not exactly the way he expected things to go, but at least he's having fun. (Kongpob is also a very... attractive benefit, too, he supposes.)

Alternatively: the one where Arthit becomes Kongpob's manager, and the idol writes one too many songs for the elder. They walk a dangerous line, but there's always a chance they will see their way through.