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returning-spring · 1 year

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KPTS rec list #2

Check out the 1st rec list here!

A lot of VegasPete recs, but also rarepairs, gen fic, and some KimChay and KinnPorsche! Note: I read many of these fics months ago, so I can’t give any content warnings that aren’t already on AO3. Curate your experience and have fun!

VegasPete

the sea like the sky on a sunny day; swimming as soaring above the world (T rated) by littlelamblittlelamb

Vegas knew it would happen. Pete’s home town is on an island — it is sun and beaches and food that has Vegas schooling his features and reaching for a glass of water. Vegas knew it was only a matter of time before Pete’s grandmother saw his handiwork. -- During a trip to Pete's island hometown, Pete's grandparents see the scars on Pete's chest.

The Tension Between (E rated) by @wedielike

Pete's a good fighter. Vegas knew that. He didn't know just how hot it would be for Pete to kick his ass, but it is. It very much is.

An Interlude in the Space Between Light and Shadow (M rated) by lewdhandholding

One of Kinn’s guards is a step ahead of Vegas’s attempt to flee the diamond auction venue, so Vegas decides to indulge his anger and frustration for a moment. After all, Pete makes such a perfect little chew toy. It might make Vegas feel a little better if he can get him to squeak.

Overcome (M rated) by @dual-desires

"Vegas, you're scaring me." Funny how those words, spoken in a different context, would've had Vegas' chest clamp up like a vice. But as it were, they merely made him curse his own inability to keep his mouth shut. — Vegas lets some of his darker thoughts slip out. Pete confronts him about it.

when he comes (E rated) by Anonymous

“Hm,” again. Vegas has stopped twisting, but he hasn’t let go, still tugging idly, crouched over Pete like a predatory bird. The pain is cold and strange and Pete thinks his dick might be leaking. “I want to eat you,” Vegas says absently. “Cut you open and eat you. How did that feel?”

changing the old gauze (E rated) by Anonymous

After Macau leaves the hospital room, Vegas and Pete settle into their first real moment alone since they came to an understanding about where they stand.

It's There for the Asking (M rated) by @minorfamilysupremacy

A drunk Pete gets philosophical.

All of It (E rated) by @ghost--houses

"I can't believe I fucking did that," Vegas says. "That was so fucking stupid." (in which the knifeplay does not go according to plan, but they get through it)

KimChay

deep in this sleeplessness (E rated) by @bisexualbard-writes

“Kim.” Chay keeps repeating, and hearing his name from those lips still makes something flutter in his chest, even after all these months. “Are you saying we could have been getting a good night’s sleep for like a week now and you didn’t tell me?” He shrugs again. Chay keeps emphasizing words accusatorily, like approaching him and saying, hey I think we’ve been cursed so that we can’t sleep unless we’re near each other please let me curl up next to you in bed, wouldn’t be batshit crazy. Kim can't sleep. Chay can't sleep. Somehow this leads to Kim spending his nights in Chay's bed with the Great Wall of Pillows standing firmly between them.

Freezer Bride (M rated) by williamshooketh

“I love you, Kim,” Chay had told him, his hand on Kim’s wrist. “I love you, but I don’t even know what I like, and I want to try stuff, and I don’t want to make you go along with it just because you feel like you should. I’m really, really sorry.” Kim and Chay open the relationship.

KinnPorsche

Begging for Belief (E rated) by @sincerelystranger

In his darkest moments – in the moments where he’s not allowed to be anyone other than his father’s son – Kinn wonders if Porsche is doing all of this on purpose. -- An extra scene at the end of 1x08

Storm to Weather (M rated) by @achray1

“I’m not going to prison. I’d rather die,” Kinn had said to him, a few weeks back.

In Time (M rated) by @achray1

Chay has totally the wrong impression of everything. Except that he isn’t wrong that Porsche, mafia boss, sometimes seems to Porsche himself like an entirely different person to Porsche, broke bartender and failing college student.

Rarepairs

Gonna Fade You Like That Rush (E rated) by @giraffeter (BigTimeTay)

"Come sit with us," Tay says with a warm, disarming smile. "I'm sure your friend won't mind." Big glances over at the table again. Ken is still busily chatting up the leggy Australian tourists they'd met earlier. "Come on, we don't bite,” Tay says. “Or I don't, anyway, but I can't make any promises for Time." Big can't think of a reason not to, and Tay is already walking ahead of him through the crowd. It would be rude not to follow him. ~ Tay and Time run into Big on his night off. Kinn may not want to play with his own toys, but he's never told them they couldn't help themselves.

Pete the hand-me-down by Anonymous (MacauPete, VegasPete)

From the kinkmeme prompt: Macau adores Pete as a guardian and new, second, safe and loving brotherdad, but he also unconsciously assumes Pete is his the way all of Vegas's things are his because Vegas shares everything with him because it was just them against the world for so long. So he unconsciously assumes he's going to age into being Pete's second boyfriend/pet owner. It's just logical to him. And maybe it's perfectly logical to Pete too.

but of you there ain't many. (E rated) by @evashougouki (VegasPorsche)

Vegas sits up and glares at Porsche, the neon lights of the bar casting harsh shadows under his cheekbones and eyes. He must have lost weight in the hospital— it makes him look gaunt. Still, when he sizes him up with those sharp eyes, Porsche feels small. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Vegas asks acidly, the last word practically dripping with venom, “And you’re buying drinks for random men at a random bar?” Vegas takes the drink, and Porsche pulls a chair up next to him. Porsche thinks that maybe they should ignore each other. Go home. They don’t. The bartender looks away and pretends he isn’t listening, but Porsche knows from experience that he likely is. Getting to hear random gossip and fights was one of the best parts of the job, as long as you’re not too obvious about it. “You have a boyfriend too, and you’re just accepting drinks from a random man at a random bar,” Porsche points out.

Like a Starless Lover (E rated) by williamshooketh (BigChan, BigKinn, BigGun, BigKorn)

Big, the men who aren't Kinn, and the mistakes he makes with them.

Gen Fic

ad infinitum. (T rated) by @adanima (Macau-centric)

Sometimes, Macau hates Vegas. Then he hates his father. Then he hates himself. "Maybe you’re scared I’ll do better than you. Maybe Pa will make me heir instead.” Vegas stares at him, fists clenched. A harsh breath comes out before he leaves Macau’s room. Seconds later, the crash of something shattering onto the floor rings through the halls. Macau screws his eyes shut.

welcome to the playground (M rated) by @tumsa (Ken-centric)

Ken gets hired as a bodyguard for the Theerapanyakul family.

reignite (T rated) by @lu-sn (Nampueng-centric)

Namphueng has been endlessly dreaming. She can only tell because for the first time in years, she might finally be awake.

#vegaspete #kimchay #kinnporsche #kimporchay #kinnporsche the series #kpts #my recs

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faggotryandtransjesterism · 7 months

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VegasPete Fic Rec List (Part 2)

Favorites marked with a (*)

A Close Shave by @fleet-off | 4k | M *

The bathroom walls feel claustrophobically tight, and Vegas’s stomach is a ball of leaden frustration poised to turn molten. He wants to shatter the mirror with his fist, to yell at Pete to stand up straight, to curse his uselessness--just another one of Vegas’s failures. The razor sits on the edge of the sink. This was a bad idea.

Vegas gives Pete a shave.

another one of my all-time favorites! the tension! the pete saengtham messy bitch agenda! i've been spending a lot of time lately screaming in fleet's comment boxes, and you should too!

somewhere between the heart and the vein by @veliseraptor | 20k | T

In the aftermath of the failed coup, Pete has: an unconscious and possibly dying Vegas Theerapanyakul, a whole lot of feelings to work through, and no job.

He goes from there.

another recovery fic, another lise fic, you literally cannot go wrong.

begging to bleed by @veliseraptor | 10k | E *

Vegas is trying to be good. Pete's getting a little fed up with it.

His staged intervention produces positive results.

yet another lise fic! PWP of the highest order. PWT, if you will. porn with themes. big fan of pete knowing what he wants <3

Finders Keepers by @veliseraptor | 3k | T

Vegas was supposed to kill Pete. Vegas has not killed Pete, and it turns out that is working out pretty well for him.

Up until Kan discovers the safehouse's extra inhabitant.

pure angst. don't look at me. i left this thing with shell shock and new sources of anger

Brand Recognition by @iffervescent | 6k | E *

Vegas wants his top billing back. Pete likes being on the bottom.

porn star AU PWP. feminization. electrotoy. need i say more?

won't give up these ghosts by @fleet-off | 7k | E *

Vegas lays him on a patch of firm ground. From his cocoon, Pete hears the rhythmic thud of a shovel sinking into loose earth. Vegas is digging him a grave.

In which Pete finds playing dead relaxing, and Vegas decidedly does not.

this may genuinely be my favorite vegaspete fic of all time. it's literally perfect and there is nothing else like it on earth. read it. read it right now. let it awaken something in you.

swinging from the willow tree by incendir | 2k | T

Every single ingredient is here. Vegas rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

[Or, the first step in starting over]

vegas cooking fics are my weakness

Bite the Hand by @ghost--houses | 1k | E

The second Vegas uncuffs Pete from the headboard, Pete grabs for Vegas' left hand and pulls it into his mouth. He says nothing, he doesn't look at Vegas, just puts his teeth to Vegas' skin and keeps them there, gnawing.

subdrop fics are. also my weakness

Fidelity by @veliseraptor | 2k | T

Vegas visits his father's grave.

father-son angst my beloved. again, kinda character-study oneshot

Five Year Itch by puckbaes | 78k | NR

Pete has everything he could’ve dreamed of, a husband that loves him and a family to call his own. It’s perfect, until the day it isn’t. What do you do when you find out the love of your life is one of the most prominent mob bosses in Bangkok? Turns out, clean breaks are notoriously difficult when you have a son together.

A getting back together fic featuring mafia!Vegas, shared custody of Venice, and Pete’s inability to stay away from danger.

i usually don't stray from canon universe with vegaspete to be honest, or at least not too far from it. this one's fluffy it's angsty she's got it all. i really thought normie!Pete was gonna be a deal breaker for me, but i actually really enjoyed this and i think it's really well done.

And that's a wrap! My collection's always growing, so part 3 at some point probably lol. Once again, if anyone knows more of these authors on tumblr, please tag them! Enjoy and scream in my asks about them (and don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the lovely authors!)

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #fic rec #fanfiction #ao3 recs

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oceannacaldin · 7 months

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Barbwire in his throat (bonus VP scene)

This scene had too much new themes for a closing sequence, but I still like it so... Here's a little bonus from Barbwire in his throat.

“Hypothetically,” Vegas says a week after that last fight, “how would you feel about a gap year or something?”

Pete stops rummaging his part of the wardrobe, and turns. Why does Vegas start complicated conversations at the strangest time? He’s half naked and now, finding a shirt is secondary.

“What do you mean?”

“We could go with Macau,” Vegas says. “A holiday of sorts.”

“For ten months,” Pete says with the kind of horror that is reserved for Vegas’s rich boy logic before he can even consider the logistics. “I… Vegas, I can’t leave grandma for so long.”

“We’d take breaks from it,” Vegas says easily, like he already anticipated that particular hurdle. “We could even invite her for a trip.”

He is already getting up and walking toward Pete, gaze intent.

“The family…”

“What can they do? I’m not the heir anymore. They chose Porsche. We’re just helping out of the goodness of our hearts.”

Vegas is smiling, and it feels like spite. Pete is pretty sure he’ll have something to say about that when Vegas won’t crowd him against the wood, but for the moment his mind is lagging behind.

“It’s time to tug on the leash they have around our neck a little. They own the rest of our lives, they can give us a few months back.”

It is hard to concentrate properly when Vegas starts kissing his neck.

“Come on,” says Vegas in his ear, low and pressing.

Pete closes his eyes with the sharp sensation of a bite on his neck. Fuck it, he thinks hazily for a moment. He did resign to be with Vegas, but…

“Does – does Macau know?”

Everything stops and Pete could curse himself for being so reasonable, except that Vegas is just stepping back, looking smug.

“I wanted you to agree first.”

Pete groans and sags against the wood until Vegas’s hand is on his neck, preventing him from hiding. Victory should not suit him so much, and Pete feels mulish. He should not win so easily.

“And that’s the way you go about it? Asshole.”

Vegas smiles, a little meaner.

“You like it when I convince you to break free,” he says. “And I owe you a real holiday, don’t I?”

Suddenly, that moment is not as fun, with the memory of the phone on his ear, the concrete at his back and Vegas pressing against him, drinking his pain in and relishing in it. The utter despair of Kinn agreeing with Vegas’s plot so quickly it’s clear he didn’t stop and think about Pete. He breathes and feels the hand against his throat, and Vegas is looking at him sharply, the way he always does when he can’t help but probe around that time, like it’ll do something else than awake old pains. And Pete feels naked and defenseless, but he meets his eyes.

“You owe me,” he agrees.

#Océ écrit #Kinnporsche fanfiction #vegaspete #I have no idea how I'd dug myself from the corner of real holiday without writing a new fic #And I prefered the closing scene with Porsche #So... It had to disappear

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daeyeol4you · 9 months

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The Chay Rewatch Ep 9

Ep 1 & 2, Ep 3, Ep 4, Ep 5, Ep 6, Ep 7, Ep 8

Ep 9 - Kim is so whipped while somehow still being emotionally constipated

Time: 10:22 – 12:11 – songwriting boy

Kim’s Outfit: An olive-green jacket, a white shirt, and the return of the white pants

Why does no guitar in this show have a guitar strap?

Chay’s song breaks Kim’s writing block, Kim’s written tons of music before, but now Chay is becoming his muse, taking over the one outlet Kim allows himself

The emotional shutdown Kim forces himself through once he realizes how happy even the memory of Chay is making him. He can’t allow himself to be weak because any attachment to Chay is a weakness, but even that fails because immediately he’s back to smiling while he plays

Kim is so inspired to write even while he’s very clearing trying to cut Chay out of his brain, he’s trying to write his feelings out so he can go back to being cold, untouchable Kim

Korn really did screw up all of his sons emotionally – commitment issues to spare

Time: 29:46 – Macau Spotting

Macau scaring the absolute shit out of Pete, what a little shit

Macau’s Outfit: Another sweater vest with orange and blue stripes with tan pants and white shoes

Macau and Vegas definitely planned this, and Macau is so happy to be causing mischief

Wingman Macau you will always be famous

Macau going on and on about the sermon to tease Pete only to fall asleep immediately, what a mood

Time: 39:24 – 40:03 – the guitar pick!

Not me immediately trying to analyze all of the details of Chay’s room

There’s a bottle of milk on his desk – again I’m sorry I laughed this is a funny bit

The towers of CDs behind Chay speak to how Chay isn’t just into music because its fun, he’s put a lot of effort into appreciating music

The ukelele is cute

He has a jar of I think paper stars on his back shelf – I only mention this because there are a number of different meanings to lucky paper stars but the one I know best is that if you fold either 1,000 or 2,000 (depending on the tale) you can get a wish (you also can give the stars to someone you love) I also know some do it for luck – which Chay has interesting thoughts about luck as we know

Chay creating the guitar pick with his own two hands – my art kid Chay agenda is so real

Chay’s outfit: I’m 99% sure that Chay is wearing a Geto (from Jujutsu Kaisen) shirt. Chay anime fan confirmed

Geto is an antagonist from Jujutsu Kaisen, and I view him as a tragic figure who was once good but due to the evils of his job and the abuse he saw, turned evil. Later on, his body becomes a vessel for further evil

Chay’s friend is named Ohm! I so forgot about this bit I won’t lie

Chay really had been hoping it was Kim. He may have left the next step up to Kim, but he’s still so hopeful that Kim doesn’t leave him behind. He’s for sure getting impatient about it and is planning his next move on his target – sorry crush!

Chay ignoring Ohm draws up a lot of my ideas about how private Chay is about everything. He allows others to see just the surface of everything going on with him, but he tends to be very private about his thoughts and interests. Its not a lack of confidence. I just think he learned early on that sometimes speaking up about everything can be a burden (particularly in his relationship with Porsche) you have to work to get his more internal thoughts

And Chay chooses this! At any point he could put down the guitar pick and answer his friend’s invite, who probably knows something is up with Chay just not what. He’s very tunnel-visioned when he chooses a path, but he doesn’t feel the need to tell anyone else that

Chay doesn’t hide or lie about his emotions and thoughts usually. He just doesn’t always say them out loud. There’s a difference trust me

Time: 49:48 – 53:04 – Chay’s version of gift giving

Chay’s Outfit: a grey crewneck with white and blue paint splatters over a black shirt with the same pendant from the song scene

Kim’s outfit: a studded black leather jacket paired with a white shirt and blue jeans. His necklace this time is a blend of two different chain types (partly made of safety pins I think?) with his regular silver earrings and rings

Chay breaking into the rehearsal space – child I was just praising you for leaving the ball in Kim’s court, please stop waving red flags! You are such a concerning young man

Chay is so cute no wonder Kim is okay with the stalking, also who is this friend Chay keeps getting this info from (please just be stan twitter please that’d be so funny)

I love how this scene gets presented from behind the glass of the recording booth, the slow zoom-in on the two as the scene progresses

Kim’s calm responses to this are so dynamic when placed next to Chay’s which are full of excitement and nerves

Gosh the zoom-in when Chay presents the box – beautiful

“This is limited edition. You’ve got the only one piece in the world.” – how long do you think its been since Kim received a genuine, heartfelt gift like this?

Compare this gift to Kim and the guitar. Kim bought an incredibly expensive guitar for Chay, but it was to buy his way into the house. There was more manipulation than thought put into that gift

Whereas Chay made that pick himself adding even greater meaning to the gift. Chay isn’t trying to manipulate Kim, he’s genuinely just staying true to himself by confessing and giving Kim the pick as thanks. Chay’s always been upfront about his emotions and intentions with Kim which is very refreshing

of course Chay passed - he's very talented

“From now on I won’t have any excuse to see your face.” “Can I bother you one last time?” – that’s such a cute statement, plus it also goes to show that Chay gets that Kim is trying to cut him off and will accept it after he says his piece (Chay respects boundaries! I am ignoring his stalking for right now!)

I love Chay’s fidgeting here, very genuine and doesn’t feel forced

KIM’S FACE WHEN CHAY SAYS HE LIKES HIM! He knew but was not prepared for Chay to actually say it

Chay’s rambling about making an oath with himself – he is so good! He is so emotionally healthy & confident! (I am ignoring the red flags about his stalking right now!)

I know some people were disappointed about never getting a ‘real’ kiss, but I like this cheek kiss. Chay’s still young compared to Kim, and Kim holds a lot of power as his tutor as well as how many secrets he’s keeping from Chay. A kiss on the lips would have been marred by that and would have been uncomfortable when looked back on. This kiss works for them, it's sweet and it’s a foundation for the two of them to build on

During this scene, there’s this large empty space between Kim and Chay. Chay stays respectfully away until Kim breaks the divide and kisses him. It was always going to be up to Kim to choose what to do next

THE MUSIC!! THE HUGS!! – Kim is so not a hugger, but for Chay he lets it happen, twice! This is the same man we see bullying bodyguards and murdering people! The duality of man indeed

Shoutout to Tankhun for his open and honest defense of Porsche – truly a man who knows that open communication is necessary (unlike his brothers)

Overall Chay Rating (Chrating) – A

This ep definitely goes everywhere, but we get a good amount of KimChay development as well as a Macau appearance. I’m glad we got solo scenes from Kim & Chay before they saw each other as it laid the groundwork for the confession scene, very well plotted. Chay being so truthful to himself as well as Kim’s emotional breakthrough was very refreshing

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #porchay kittisawat #porchay pichaya kittisawat #kim theerapanyakul #kimchay

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taikanyohou · 2 years

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Please, more crying Vegas headcanon

hiiii anon!!

dhsjdid oh i see so you liked me going off on one about vegas crying lmaoo.

yeah so. vegas just. cries. like. all the time in front of pete. and each time he does pete takes it in his stride. at first i reckon it surprised pete. he didnt really expect vegas to easily cry. or know what to do with a crying vegas other than offer words of comfort, a touch of understanding and a presence of empathy. but then, it didnt anymore. it just turned into a realisation that this is a release for vegas, the quickest easiest go to release for his body to let out all this overwhelming emotion he feels from his system, just bc of how intensely he feels it.

and for vegas, it just feels so good for once, to be able to cry so freely and to just let the tears pour without reservation. without hiding how ugly it gets. without holding a guttural heart wrenching sob back. where there's no judgement or mocking or looking down or shaming or being told he's weak for it.

and its not always the loud, wailing crying that vegas does. and its not always crying because he's sad or scared.

sometimes vegas cries tears of happiness. sometimes vegas cries tears of gratitude. sometimes vegas cries tears of pleasure.

sometimes vegas cries because him, pete and macau are sat together on the ground on a summer's evening in their garden and they're just laughing so much over something that it makes vegas' belly hurt and he's in stitches and the tears just come out.

sometimes vegas cries because macau's come home and is so so upset and he won't eat and he won't speak to vegas and vegas doesn't know what to do and he's trying and trying and the panic and anxiety of not knowing what's caused macau to be this upset is starting to simmer and bubble within vegas and it's all getting a little overwhelning. but. pete is there, of course he is, and macau just gravitates to him. and pete's hugging macau and holding him and whispering "it's gonna be ok. you've got me and your hia. you can choose not to tell us or tell either one of us or us both when you're ready to." and pacifying him and treating him just like he is his own baby brother, and vegas can do nothing but just cry at the sight of it. that, thank God pete is here.

sometimes vegas cries because of the nightmares. and the urges. they won't leave him. they won't go away. maybe its ptsd. he's been reading up about that stuff recently, secretly. he finds himself wake up and he's drenched in sweat yet he's shivering. and he sometimes hears gunshots in those nightmares and wakes up feeling his torso and his stomach. he's fine, he isn't shot, he isn't bleeding out, but it felt too close, too real. sometimes its his dad's dead body he sees. sometimes its his dad's voice he hears, of how disappointed he is in him, that he amounts to nothing, that there remains no minor family anymore and that this version of a family that vegas, pete and macau have created isn't what he spent years and years slogging over. sometimes its his mum, and how she was so close to touching his face so lovingly and telling him she's so proud of the boy, the man, the human, that her precious baby has become, only for that hand to be sucked away into a black abyss and instead all vegas hears is her final shrilling scream. sometimes its macau and he's holding a gun to his head and he's apologising again and again, telling vegas that he can't do this anymore, it hurts too much and the pain is too much to bear. that its not vegas' fault and he's been the best he could be with what he had to work with. that he loves him and that he always wants him to remember that. and then there's a BANG. and then it's just red. sometimes he sees images of pete and him, and he's on his knees as pete stands above and looms in front of him, vegas completely in his shadow, eyes looking up at pete, pleading and begging him to use him, to touch him, to love him. and pete just steps away. backwards. further and further away from him, until he's just a silhouette, and then nothing, and then a memory. maybe even a figment of his imagination. its nightmare after nightmare, rotating. its claustrophobic. he struggles to breath. a glass of cold water does no good. laps around the garden in the dead of night do no good. but he tries these things anyway. anything so that he doesn't have to burden pete with all this baggage (but its never a burden, pete has told him this everytime and vegas knows). he tries these things, so that he doesn't give in to the darkest urge and it's pull and lure on him the most: to end it all himself. because he can't do that pete and macau again. he cannot make them go through that again. so he'll go outside and get some air with a glass of water and clear his head, and cry and cry and cry until he's exhausted himself out. then he'll try meditating and working on controlling his breathing, make an attempt at emptying his head out or whatever, something he's read up on, and then he makes his way back into his bedroom. of course, pete is sat on their bed, awake. all he says is "again?", and vegas nods. pete opens his arms and vegas finds himself in tears again, in pete's hold, in pete's embrace, soaking his tshirt, silently sobbing. pete says nothing. at times like this, words do nothing. what feels more real is touch. what feels more anchoring is touch. so pete continues to hold vegas as he lies them both down, his fingers soothing him as he strokes vegas' back, his lips pressing gentle kisses on vegas' forehead, until vegas' breathing has evened out and he's fallen asleep.

and on vegas' birthday, he follows this ritual of going to the graveyard to visit his mum with macau. they've always had each other to lean on, hands to hold, shoulders to rest heads on, to cry. this year it's a little different. they have 2 graves to visit, their mum and dad, and pete alongside with them. they lay down the flowers, pay their respects, and stand in silence, each of the 3 of them having a moment to silently talk with them. vegas cries. all he can muster up is how much he misses them both, and how he'll try to be someone they can be proud of. that he's happy, he feels lighter, a bit better about himself. that he gets what love means. what family means. what being so fiercely loyal and protective means. and as he holds hands with pete and macau stood either side of him, his world, he tries to hold back the sobs, tries to swallow them back down his throat, but pete squeezes his hand, and vegas just ... breaks. what's the point of hiding this all from his family, dead and alive, when he doesn't want to do that anymore? so pete ushers both macau and vegas to come and sit under a tree, in the shade, and this time pete is in the middle, holding both vegas and macau, sitting either side of him.

and that night, when vegas and pete make love, vegas cries, again. at the pinnacle of his release, he's wrecked, mind and body completely fucked out. its a daze. the smell of sweat and sex and cologne from this morning thats remained and lust, hot and heavy and weighted, lingers in the air around the room, clings to their bodies. and yet he's ready to go again. its so sweet, so blissful, how ready pete is too. how they match each other's intensities. the sex is so fucking divine. its fast then slow then rough then tender and above and below and everywhere its just petepetepete, in him and around him. it gets so stimulating sometimes, so oversensitising, vegas cant quite believe his destiny. he gets to fuck the ex head bodyguard of the main family every day and every night, anytime, anywhere, and he feels like a God, for being able to do so because pete chose him above them. he gets to hear pete like they never have and he gets to see pete like they never have and he gets to smell and taste and touch pete like they never could. and pete trusts vegas with all of himself. with all of his body and his heart and what to do with them. how? he still can't quite figure it out. but vegas will never betray that trust. and when they're coming down, from the high of the sex, pete confesses his love. and its not an i'm hungry, or i just want to follow my heart. its an i love you, vegas.

and vegas cries.

#faiza answers #vegaspete #i wrote this whilst shopping in h&m .... so .... YEAH.

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angsty-violet · 4 months

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Chapter 1 - Kneel

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Pete wandered Kneel, his favorite kink club, checking each person's wristbands as he went. He had seen a few doms, but they seemed to be vastly outnumbered so far. That wasn't unusual. Most nights, the doms were outnumbered two to one. He had also seen a few switches, but they were even more unusual.

None of them had even held a second glance. He was looking for something very specific. He was so specific he wasn't entirely sure what he was after. However, he would know it when he saw it, and so far, he hadn't seen it.

He saw a blue wristband with a black stripe, indicating that the person was a dom and was looking. Pete figured he had nothing to lose at this point. If they didn't get along, he would just crawl back to his room and hope he could hold up for a while longer. He didn't get many days off, and this part of his routine was necessary for him to keep doing his job to the best of his abilities.

With his best smile, he slid up to a tight, toned body, about the same height but slimmer than him. God, he hoped this worked out because this guy was hot as hell, and Pete was just dying for it.

"Hi there handsome, my name is…," Pete's voice died out as he got a good look at the dom. A familiar set of cheekbones and eyes greeted him.

“Khun Vegas,” Pete said.

Vegas tilted his head to look at Pete's wristband and smiled. Pete's heart began to pound. His not-so-secret crush on Vegas was a point of constant teasing from the other guards. There had been a lot of encouragement from them as well. However, Pete hadn't made a move on Vegas.

For one thing, he was one of Pete's bosses. Pete didn't want to risk losing the job that was making his grandmother very comfortable. Not wealthy, but enough so she no longer had to clean houses. So, he didn't want to lose his job.

For another, the thing that Pete really needed out of romantic relationships was to be taken into subspace. He needed to be made to submit and serve to be able to do those things in his day-to-day life. Without that, he was lost. Which is why he came to Kneel so often. Every day off he could, Pete was here, looking for a dom strong enough to manage him. Often while thinking about Vegas in whoever's place.

"Pete, I didn't know you came to Kneel." There was a flirty edge to Vegas' voice, and Pete caught the double entendre.

Pete smiled shyly. Maybe his crush wasn't completely unrequited. His smile dropped when he saw Vegas' wide pupils and unfocused gaze. Kneel didn't offer any alcohol. It was part of their safety policies. He reached over and checked both eyes. Frowning at what he saw. They should have contracted a little when he tugged on the lids, but they hadn't.

"Vegas, have you been drinking?" Maybe he had imbibed before he came.

"No, don't serve alcohol here. Not good if you scene." His words were distinctly slurred.

"Alright, you've been dosed with something. Come on, let's get out of here."

"I have?"

"Yeah, honey, come here."

"Going to take me home, handsome?"

Pete snorted, feeling hysterical. "Stop that. Let's go."

Pete was panicking. He didn't know if the family knew Vegas was kinky, but he wasn't willing to out Vegas. He couldn't take him back to the family home. He couldn't leave him here while drugged and defenseless.

Well, there was only one choice.

Vegas didn't know where the fuck he was.

He was lying on a bed, still wearing the clothes he had dressed in to go to Kneel. However, he didn't recognize the bed or the room.

His dry mouth and pounding head told him he had been drugged. But when he did a check, it didn't look like anything had been done to him. He hadn't been tortured or raped.

The door opened, and a familiar face peeked in. Once Pete saw that Vegas was awake, he entered the room. He attempted a small wai, but it was hindered by the tray of food and drink.

"Pete," Vegas growled. "Where the fuck am I, and why the fuck am I here?"

Pete stopped a few steps from the bed and set the tray on a table. He held his hands up and didn't step any closer.

"We met up at Kneel last time. You were slurring your words, and your pupils weren't contracting properly. I'm unsure if the family knows you go to places like that, so I didn't want to take you home. But I was worried about what would happen to you if I left you there."

Vegas inspected Pete's face for veracity and then nodded at what he found there. He chewed his lip and gestured for the bottle of water.

Vegas had checked his phone and shot off a couple of texts. One to his upcoming business contact that he wouldn't make the meeting, and one to Kinn to make sure the man didn't send a search party after him. Then, assured they wouldn't be interrupted, he and Pete had gone out to breakfast.

"I want to thank you for taking care of me."

Pete shrugged and ducked behind his bangs. He didn't want Vegas to know how that made him feel. To know that Vegas thought he had done a good job was, well, it warmed him. "I was just doing my job."

"Saving me? Sure, but taking me to a hotel so my family doesn't find out I'm kinky? That's above and beyond. Just so you know, Kinn knows I go to clubs; he was actually the first person to take me to one. However, the rest of the family doesn't know. It's…complicated."

Pete nodded in agreement. He completely understood. No one in his life knew that he needed to be taken down in order to feel like he was once again a human. There was hardly anyone that even knew he was gay.

"I'm glad I could be there for you, Khun Vegas."

Vegas raised an eyebrow. "What's with this Khun business? I've known you for over a year, and you just stopped me from possibly being raped. Although, I'm not certain what someone would do with a drugged dom."

"You'd be surprised. There are a lot of drugs and a lot of things that can be done, even to the dominant in the dynamic. You weren't incapacitated; you were just easy to convince and very flirty. Combined with the numbers last night, I'd say your culprit was somebody looking for a hard scene, maybe even with some of your limits, that you turned down."

Vegas' face shifted into thought. "I can't remember very much. I barely remember getting to the club. It must be pretty strong to have affected me that way. Shame, I would have liked to see you dressed up under those lights."

Pete's cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head shyly.

"I bet you go down beautifully. I bet that you are exquisite in your submission."

Pete ducked even further. He couldn't believe this was happening. The gorgeous, suave, apparently dominant Vegas Theerapanyakun was flirting with him, of all people.

"I know this isn't the best start, but I'd like to get to know you more. Is there any way that I can see you again? I want to get to know you better, Pete."

Despite the extraordinary effort it took, Pete lifted his head and looked Vegas in the eyes. He expected there to be a twinkle of amusement and a teasing edge, but there wasn't. Instead, there was an unexpected shyness, and Pete was confronted with the reality of him being only 18. Sometimes, Pete forgot that he was four years older than Vegas and that the changes between those ages were massive. This boy really was still just a boy. Technically an adult in the ways that mattered, but still a baby. Pete's baby dom. The thought of some other sub teaching Vegas the intricacies of a d/s relationship soured his stomach.

"I'd really like that."

Kinn paced his office. Vegas had said he'd be home in a few minutes, but Kinn could barely restrain himself from running down and meeting him at the door. When the door opened, and Vegas entered, he was still wearing the clothes Kinn had seen him slip out the door the night before. Kinn frowned. That usually meant he had spent the night with someone. He did not always have sex; sometimes, it was just a straight non-sexual scene he had gotten really into.

"Did you cancel a meeting and make me worry because you were getting frisky?" Kinn's temper was starting to rise. He was working his way into being angry when Vegas hugged him gently. Kinn felt the thin arms wrap around him to his chest.

Kinn got very worried. Vegas rarely initiated physical contact. He didn't mind accepting it, but it was still just too awkward for him.

"V?"

Vegas just shook his head and buried his face in Kinn's chest. Vegas hadn't wanted to show it to Pete, but this had scared him.

"Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it, nong."

"I went to Kneel last night and ran into someone we know. When I started flirting, he immediately noticed that someone had drugged me with something."

If someone had touched his little brother while he was drugged, Kinn was going to kill them!

"Calm down, hia. He just took me to a hotel and put me in a bed. He didn't touch me; everything was fine."

Kinn smoothed a palm across Vegas' cheek, reading between the lines. "But it almost wasn't. Someone took care of you, but if he hadn't, you might have been hurt."

Vegas nodded and cuddled closer.

"So, who was it? So, I can give them a reward."

Vegas shook his head. "It's private. I might tell you when I'm ready, but not right now."

Kinn sighed internally but didn't push. Vegas would tell him when he was ready. More curiously, he said it was private.

"Alright, as long as you're okay. I don't want you going back there for a while."

"Hia!"

"That's final. I'm not going to risk you just because you're horny. If you go against me, there will be consequences. You're not too old to ground. You can spend a week or two on house arrest if you like."

Vegas pouted a little but didn't argue. "Fine, I'll leave off going to Kneel for a while."

"Good. Now, you need to change. We have a meeting in a half hour."

Since Kinn had banned him from going to Kneel for a while, Vegas had settled on one of his favorite restaurants. It was a hole-in-the-wall place with only half a dozen small tables or so crammed into the room that passed for a dining room.

Pete had looked both surprised and delighted when he realized they weren't going somewhere expensive.

"I was worried you'd take me someplace with a menu that costs more than my whole paycheck."

Vegas smirked. "Don't worry, I will. But I thought we should go someplace a little more low-key for our first time. That way, I know if you're worth shelling out for."

Pete looked surprised and then caught on that he was teasing. "You are such a smooth guy."

Vegas shrugged. "Not really, I practiced that one. I just really like the food in this place, and I didn't know if you liked other ethnicities of food."

Pete smiled. "Good bet because I don't like Western food."

"Noted. So, tell me about yourself."

Pete snorted lightly. "Like you haven't already read my file."

"I have, but all it gives are cold facts and nothing more. I want to know the real you. Why you became a fighter? Why you came to work for the family, everything."

"Well, I'm from a very small village in the south...."

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #vegaspete

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fullsheepllama · 1 year

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If Pete won't work as a mafia, I can imagine him working in a cute coffee shop. His boss would be a badass like Porsche's boss.

Pete would be happy working in a peaceful and quiet place, until each Theerapanyakul arrives to visit.

Tankhun

The moment Tankhun receives the news that Pete has found work, he immediately shows up to Pete's cafe with Arm and Pol in tow.

"Oh my Pete, if you go back to our place I promise you don't need to work at this coffee shop. It's too cheap! This is all Vegas's fault! Why did he allow you to work in such a small place! If you want to work at a cafe, you could have told me! I'll build one beside the mansion, you can be the manager already!" Tankhun whined earning looks from his co-worker and his boss.

Pete had to give them apologetic glances. His boss was currently behind the counter, he didn't miss seeing her shot a glare at Tankhun, before returning to her usual poker face. Tankhun was oblivious to this. While Pol and Arm looked a little wary.

Sunny, his boss, is quiet nice, but Pete had suspected that she might be a secret ninja assasin.

Oh no. Pete thought, hurriedly wanting to explain who Tankhun was.. "Boss er-"

Sunny shook her head, as if telling him it's okay, before giving a big smile to Tankhun.

"Welcome at our humble coffee shop! Do you want anything? Coffee? tea?" She sounded nice, but she had an air of danger with her. Pete is sweating a bit looking back and forth between Tankhun and Sunny.

There was a heavy tension as the two stare at each other, as if the two were already having a battle to the death in their heads.

It took a while before the two stopped giving each other judging looks. And a bit of explaining and introduction from Pete.

Sunny assures Pete that she has no problem with him having friends around, as long as they order something, and he won't forget his duties.

Tankhun becomes a regular customer at the shop. Pete is secretly happy seeing his ex-boss outside the mansion, enjoying tea and cake with his other friends.

But one day, Tankhun insisted Pete has to go back with them and watch a new k-drama. Pete had to refuse becuase he hasn't finished his shift yet.

This resulted to Tankhun leaving in a sour mood.

The next day he goes back, with a business proposal to Sunny, since Tankhun decided to buy the cafe.

Sunny refuses ofcourse. But Tankhun isn't someone who quits easily.

Kim

When Kim stepped inside the coffee shop, Pete found himself panicking.

There is no reason in this current universe Kim Theerapanyakul would just randomly enter a coffee shop, miles away from his place, without any guards, in complete casual outfit and in a somber mood.

Kim needs a reason to do things. Pete is tense as he greeted his former boss.

Kim just nodded at him, and began staring at the pastry display stand. He suddenly looks conflicted. As if the choice of pastry was a matter of life or death.

Pete suddenly had an idea.

"Chay enjoys our cinnamon rolls a lot!" Pete almost slapped himself for mentioning Chay, who had confided to him about his strained relationship with Kim.

Kim gave him an empty look, but then spoke, "A box of cinnamon rolls and Bubble tea, please."

Pete could only nod incredulously. "Alright..."

"Thanks Pete." Kim says as he leaves the shop. Pete can only sigh in relief.

Kinn

Kinn arrives at the coffee shop with a couple of new bodyguards Pete doesn't recognize. Kinn looks a little distressed and angry. But not murderous. Just an angry cat. Pete notes, Kinn is more of a puppy, but he hasn't seen an angry puppy ever. So an angry cat then.

They look like a real gang. With dark suits and tie, flashy cars occupying the front parking space of the shop. Out of place in the tiny coffee shop with pastel walls, dainty artworks, cute indoor plants, soft music, a sleeping calico cat in the counter. Pete was in his beige work apron, and soft blue dress shirt. He doesn't fit in their world anymore, atleast Pete likes to see it that way.

"Er, Khun, what brought you here?" Pete asks as soon as Kinn was in hearing distance.

"Do you know where Vegas is?" Kinn asks with a hint of impatience. Pete, who was currently managing the shop's cashier register blinks at him, a little surprised to see him, and a little annoyed that his ex-boss had burst into his new workplace with a sour demeanor. Luckily it was not a busy day, his boss was not around, and his co-worker had a day-off.

"Is there a problem, Khun?" Pete asks, wanting to know if Vegas was in trouble. He won't tell Kinn anything if he can't assure Vegas's safety.

"Pete, I just want to know where Porsche is," Kinn said a little calmer this time. "Porsche said they'll be in a meeting with a foreign ga- company. But...." Kinn trailed off, looking a little angry this time. "Do you know where your partner is?"

Pete sighs. Somehow he had expected this. That they can't fully choose a quiet life. Not when Vegas had started helping Porsche with the Theerapanyakul bussiness again.

"They're probably just working, Khun. Have you called Porsche?"

"He hasn't answered my calls since this morning."

Alright. Pete reached out for his own phone and started calling Vegas. Kinn gave him a questioning look.

"I've called Vegas either and he's not-"

After the first ring, someone answers.

"Yes, baby?" Vegas's voice was soft, even on speaker phone.

Kinn rolled his eyes. Pete cleared his throat.

"You're on speaker, Where are you?"

"Just downtown, we're nearby our home, do you need anything?" Vegas kept his soft voice as he asks Pete.

"Kinn's here. He's asking for Porsche."

"Did he disturb you at work? Doesn't he have any manners?!"

Kinn huffed, face going a little guilty to a little angry. He motions for Pete to hand over the phone to him. Pete does without thinking.

"Vegas, where the hell are you?" Kinn asked annoyed now, clutching the phone tightly, as if it was an extension of Vegas's neck.

"And he interrupts our chat, how very polite of you, cousin."

"I am still your boss, let me talk to Porsche if he really is there with you."

There was a silence on the other line. "Uh, he doesn't want to."

"What-"

Pete had stepped out of the cafe counters and moved for Kinn to hand back his phone. Kinn gave him an exasperated look, he returned it with an equally exasperated look.

"Vegas, can you please just try to ask Porsche to let Kinn know he's alright. We're worried."

There was a brief pause, and then they hear Porsche. 'I'm here. Phone was dead, no battery, sorry." Kinn let out an exasperated sigh.

"There he was Kinn, happy?" Vegas asked in a sing-song voice. Kinn only inhaled deep, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Yes. Now, find a way to charge his phone and tell him to call me as soon as he can." Vegas hummed at that. Kinn shakes his head.

Pete gave him a pitying look.

"Pete?" Vegas called softly once again.

"Yes?" Pete sighed.

"We're just dealing with a minor business in the area, I'll see you at lunch, alright?"

"Okay."

"Do you want curry, love?"

Kinn couldn't help but roll his eyes once again. Pete gave him an apologetic look, and decide to switch off speaker phone.

"Not really feeling it right now."

"Oh, what do you want, Pasta? Steak? or Korean chicken? "

"Yes, that's fine for me."

"Alright. I'll see you later, love."

"Yes. Vegas, take care."

"Always."

Kinn, still looking frustrated, thanks him, apologizes and promises not to disturb his work again. Pete can only sigh, knowing it's probably not the last time he'll see him, or atleast any of his former boss walk in the shop again.

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bitacrytic · 1 year

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Idk if you have seen Bly Manor but there were two couples there. One w/w. Another w/m. And the w/m one; well there was something going on. And we have the main couple( the w/w one) comment on how the m in that relationship thought that love was about control. The way he pronounced his love- it was like ownership and how that can't be love. And this makes me think of canon kp and fanon vp.

By fanon vp I meant the glorification of the time in safehouse in some fics ( not all. Like maybe 2 in 8 or something)

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Sorry, that it's taken me this long, Anon. Forgive me.

This is so so true. canon kp and fanon vp are just... *sigh

In canon, Kinn always believed that Porsche was his to own. From day one. We can dress it up as enemies to lovers, but the truth is that, his attitude towards Porsche was consistent. He doted on Porsche, but never really trusted him and whenever he got the chance, he made it known that Porsche was his property. Even when he was trying to let Porsche go, he said, "go before I change my mind," because it was his decision. Not Porsche's. Kinn viewed Porsche's actions as disobedience or obedience to himself. In the hospital, in the club bathroom, on the rooftop, when talking to his father. These weren't only things that happened in the first half of the show.

In the finale, Kinn looked Porsche in the eye and told him that if Porsche wasn't on his side, then he was the enemy. This was after Porsche showed up to help him. Yeah, he stares at Porsche like Porsche is the sweetest thing. But so do people who own dogs. They pamper the dogs and keep them on leashes so they don't move about freely. That is kinn's relationship with porsche.

And Porsche accepted it in the end. I can make an argument for Porsche -

wanting to use that as a ruse to go against Kinn's father, or

realizing he has nowhere to go and cracking under the pressure of Kinn's affection and just accepting it so that he can keep his brother and mother safe.

Either way, Kinn's love for Porsche was always coated in ownership.

HOWEVER,

In canon, even though Vegas started out as wanting to own Pete, the same way Kinn wanted to own Porsche, Vegas was aware of his own malicious intent. From day one, it was never about doing anything his father wanted. After all, Kun said to kill Pete. But no. Vegas was bored and lonely and in need of a toy. He took Pete so that he could play with him. Simple as that.

In a way, this was even more evil than what Kinn did. Because Kinn started out as seeing Porsche as some kind of enemy. And even though his feelings changed, his perception of Porsche as his property never changed.

But Vegas knew from the beginning. Pete was a toy.

And when Pete nearly died, things started to change. And honestly, if Pete had never broken down and threatened to kill himself, Vegas would have kept him locked up forever, content to know that his toy would never leave.

But Pete's behavior was the first red flag, for Vegas. That was the first moment he took a step back to regroup.

And this is the point that most people ignore about Vegaspete. This is where the divergence from canon begins. Most of fanon vp, not all, sees Vegas' love as ownership. They still view him as a man who wants a toy. Even though Vegas wants someone who isn't suicidal.

In canon, Pete didn't want ownership, so Vegas changed because that was the best way to have Pete.

In most of fanon, Pete accepts Vegas' ownership as love, the same way that canon Porsche accepted Kinn's ownership.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete

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chaotic-beautiful · 2 years

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Episode 14

There are a few things about the last episode of Kinnporsche that I want to talk about.

Why exactly Korn faked his death ?? What was the purpose of it ?? Was there really an attempt to his life ( orchestrated by Gun most probably, going by how smug he was when he heard about Korn's sudden death.) ?? Or, it was totally fake ?? If it was completely faked, why did he do so in front of Porsche?? To distract Kinn and Porsche from asking too much questions?? To separate them ?? Please note the look Kinn gave to Porsche when he was leaving with Korn. It spoke volumes. He was annoyed with Porsche for a second there. It's also a warning look , loud and clear, stay the hell away from my ill father.

Vegas calling Porsche to let him know that the moment of war is nigh. That a coup is supposed to be staged. I kind of like how things ended between them. Both of them knew they can never be permanently on the same side. Porsche would always be by Kinn's side as he should and Vegas is his mortal enemy. I love how Vegas let him know that he'd not anything happen to Pete and Porsche asked him to take care of Pete. Pete is the common thread between them now. They both deeply care about him. One as a lover another as a little brother.

Kinn trying to hold himself together when he heard of the news of his father's death. In their world, in their line of business , even the respite of feeling grief, mourning the loss of a parent is something they can't afford. The way he rolls his ring which he always does as a subconscious flex to remind himself of his burdens aka duties. It breaks my heart for Kinn how he didn't allow himself to cry out like Tankhun. He knows a storm is coming, he knows his family is more in danger than ever. So much at stake. As Kim reminds him that he cannot think of anything else right now, any moment a war will break out between usurpers and the main family. They will come like vultures for the dead.

So he walked out alone. The way he squared his shoulders and slowly took step by step out of the frame - that shot was powerful and moving . Just take into account how much he's went through within span of ..what ?? A few days at best ?? From thinking that life is smooth sail from now onwards to Porsche leaving him, breaking his trust and his heart, trusting the assistance of Vegas yet again over coming to Kinn for help ( I understand and support Porsche's decision here but just think of it from Kinn's pov. ) , to finding out that his father was yet again not telling the truth and then losing the said father all the while knowing a coup is on board.

The lonely figure he cuts while he's sitting in his throne , cleaning his gun , his only loyal companion , the only one who never left , who stood by him through the time saving his life. Yet again this is all he's left to rely on, his gun and his guts and his determination to protect his loved and loyal ones.

When he saw that Porsche has returned he doesn't doubt Porsche. I know he doesn't. He just wanted Porsche to declare his love and loyalty towards him once more verbally because he's a hurt lover. At the most trying time of his life, his lover wasn't there for him and as he looks at Porsche who's dressed like a commando , determined and committed to protecting and saving Kinn, his mafia husband, his eyes have so much hurt and cold distance. He wants Porsche to reassure him which Porsche did and BAM! Kinn is back in his strong arms , holding on to Porsche, feeling him up, clutching at his hands, the relief and joy he must've felt to have him back by his side, basking in the knowledge that Porsche returned voluntarily.

I do believe that Arthee was Porsche and Porchay's uncle. Because , 1. He was really their uncle in the novel. 2. While casting for the actor for the role of Arthee, the casting department gave much importance to familial resemblance with Porsche and Porchay, same way Barcode was chosen to play Chay for his resemblance to Apo. Why care for facial resemblance if he's infact not blood relative?? 3. What Korn tried to mean is that he contacted Arthee and send the boys away with him , Arthee was actually their uncle but he'd no intention of being a responsible parental figure. Except for his gambling, we can see he actually was nice with the boys , at least during their childhood because we see in episode 1, both the brothers are fond of him and very close to their uncle. Porsche couldn't even bear to see him beaten up bloody and certainly couldn't take him dead. 4. His line about " Your father and I used to come here. " In the temple.

Contrary to popular belief I don't think Korn is completely lying. Not that I don't think of him as shady as hell or that he's not spinning a tale. But Korn is very shrewd and smart people never lies completely. They lie only the amount that is needed and always mixes it up with truth which makes it more confounding and tangled up. I don't believe Gun either. Many of the things he said doesn't add up with his actions. When and how did he find out that Porsche and Chay are his foster sister's nephew ?? Let's say ,he just found out recently. Okay, if he loves Nampheung more than anyone else as he claims why not ask his man and Vegas not to hurt Porsche during the battle ??Vegas was going to kill Porsche when he was already disarmed. He also sent people in the Yok bar to capture / kill Porchay. He also didn't deny when Korn accused him of raping Nampheung. Which means it's probably true.

Why did Korn kill Gun ?? What was he going to reveal ?? I do believe it was Korn who killed Porsche's father, but I also believe Gun was the one who raped her. We can see she feels safe with Korn and is afraid of Gun even in her fragmented mind state.

What did Gun mean when he said he's lost many loved ones because of Korn?? Was he talking about Vegas's mother ?? It never felt like he loved his wife. In fact the way he treats Vegas gives the idea that he actually hated Vegas's mom. So which other loved one he was talking about ??

Is Vegas even Gun's son ?? Korn keeps saying he'd take care of him and Macau. But why ?? Vegas was already a convict and fugitive for the major family. And now he staged a coup against them, massacred the guards, had full intention of killing Kinn and the rest of the major family and Korn just... let him go ?? This was the perfect opportunity to execute him. Vegas deserved it as well as their mafia world rules demanded it. Taking away Minor family from him is no punishment at all. If the major family wants to upkeep their respect and position, it was vital that they had sentenced him to death. Vegas allowed to go Scott free makes no sense at all. Unless.. Korn has a reason to be weak and partial and therefore far more lenient towards him. The only reason I could think of is that he's Korn's son. Which also explains why Gun hates Vegas but not Macau.

I think there are many mysteries to Nampheung's family history. This is what Gun was going to reveal. Probably Nampheung belonged to the original Major family and Kinn's grandfather ( whom Gun called as evil as Korn. ) was the minor family and they staged a similar coup and massacred the family as Porsche's father hinted. Which is why Korn wants to keep Porsche close and under control. Because Porsche is the true heir to the throne. He was one who should have been the king. Honestly, this is where I see the story going logically, Porsche is the phoenix that would rise from the ashes of his maternal family and ultimately take over the entire mafia including major family throne.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #porsche pachara #kinn theerapanyakul #kinn x porsche #chaotic thoughts #vegas theerapanyakul #korn theerapanyakul

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concernedlily · 2 years

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The day is already dismal after that and Porsche doesn’t want to have to come back to the tower any more than he has to, so after seeing Pete he heads up to his mother’s rooms.

His mother indicates the chess set with a resigned air, but Porsche sets it up with more confidence today. He’s been getting some of the elder men at the minor family compound to play with him, in the late afternoons in his makeshift bar after their nodding naps in their chairs and before the working men get off, and he’s still not good at all but he thinks he’s getting to a point where he might at least not be a total waste of his mother’s time; not that she has other places to be.

Which is to say he’s learning to think five, six, seven steps ahead. He understands why Korn likes the game, why all the Theerapanyakuls - including his mother - treat it like war instead of fun.

He’s been thinking a lot about Korn and Kinn, since he spoke to Tae. It took that conversation for him to really realise how much Kinn had already bent for him, where Porsche had considered him so impossible to even sway from his father’s side.

He’s been thinking ahead in other ways, too. He’s been thinking about what it might take for Kinn to be willing to keep on a track where going against his father is even a possibility. Whether Porsche leaving him has closed that down forever, or whether the spark of independence he’d kindled to follow Porsche might be enough to light a fire on its own.

And he’s been thinking about what he might be able to do to encourage it. Whether it’s worth giving in, giving Kinn what they both really want, if it serves the higher purpose of giving Kinn the push he needs to go against his father. It would make Kinn happy. He’d do anything for Porsche if Porsche made him happy again.

The conversation with Pete has thrown it into relief in some ways. He thinks of Kinn as a cousin enough not to sleep with him, but not of Vegas as one enough to protect him: it’s a distinction Kinn will hate, if he realises it, will see as Porsche choosing Vegas over him in some weird way.

His mum is never more animated than when they play chess. She doesn’t talk but she communicates through sighs when he makes bad decisions and approving little noises in her throat when he makes a clever move. Her eyes sparkle when she takes his pieces and she nods when he takes hers, and she looks so beautiful then, almost like the vivacious, loving mother he clung to for so many years, the one he thought of when he was trying to make a home for Chay, be the parent he needed.

Porsche and Chay should have learned chess from her. He wonders how she would have played then, whether it would have been the way Korn taught Kinn, to crush opponents mercilessly, or something more playful, maybe even like Tankhun, who plays a game of his own devising with the same pieces.

“Did you play chess with my dad?” he asks, before he can think better of it, and she looks at him sharply. “Did he even play? I don’t even remember. I don’t know if you remember either. I don’t know if you even remember him at all.”

She makes a mournful sound and he looks up at her, startled. She’s holding the pawn she just took off him and her fingers are bloodless white, clutching the little chess piece so hard it must be hurting her.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Hey. I’m sorry. Put it down, it’s okay.” He takes her hand in his, tries to prise it away from her gently. She lets him and then, shocking him, curls her fingers gently around his. It’s the first time she’s offered him any real touch - any kind of maternal touch, and his hands are trembling as he covers her hand with his other one, as carefully as he can.

“I miss him,” he whispers, and for the first time since that day, finding her, losing Kinn, there are tears in his eyes, spilling over hot on his cheeks. “I miss him, I miss you. We shouldn’t have had to live like this, Chay should’ve had you, he shouldn’t have had to make do with me raising him.”

He’s bowed his head and he feels her fingers in his hair as he cries, stroking gently, and the simple feeling of affection makes him want to cry even more.

“I miss Kinn,” he says, barely audible. He doesn’t know if she even realises who Kinn is, although she must have met him as a kid, and Tankhun: they’re older than Porsche and the photo showed their family with Korn and Gun. Korn had warned him not to say anything to her about the outside world, that she doesn’t remember or understand, that it distresses her, and Porsche has been obedient to that on the very slim chance it’s true. But talking to her like this is somehow freeing, pouring out his heart to someone who doesn’t know and doesn’t talk. “I only had him for a few months. I miss him. I wish I’d never met him. Never got involved in all this. I nearly had Chay in college, like you wanted. I could’ve - it could’ve been easy, from there.”

She tugs a little at his hair and he raises his head. There’s a tear track on her cheek as well, slow and glistening, but the look in her eyes isn’t sad; it’s thoughtful, endless depths, aware.

“Mum?” he whispers.

He’d have never found her, if he hadn’t met Kinn. Never met Korn, never known she was locked up here alone. Never known there were truths to find about his parents or his family.

He can’t reunite with Kinn to chase them, not the way he was starting to wonder about. His parents had loved each other and Porsche had had what they had for a shining moment and he can’t debase it, can’t let Korn get his venomous fingers on what he had with Kinn any more than he already has. He can’t let Korn get into his head like this, so much he would even think about it. He can’t use Kinn like that when all he wants to do is love him.

She puts her fingers on his chin and makes him look at her. Then, small but unmistakable, she makes a cradling motion with her arms, looking at him meaningfully.

“Baby?” he says uncertainly, and the corners of her lips lift just a little, but it’s the sweetest he’s ever seen her, and for just a second he could almost think he’s a kid again, with his mum taking care of him like a normal family. “Baby. Porchay? You want to meet Chay?”

She brings her palms together into a wai. “He’s not a baby any more,” Porsche says hopelessly. “You know that, don’t you? He’s seventeen.”

She purses her lips at him, and that’s a more familiar expression. “I’ll ask him,” he promises. “I’ll bring him if he’s ready.”

She nods and on impulse he leans in and kisses her cheek, the closest he’s been to her since catching her his first time up here. She smells of the pastels she was drawing with when he came up here.

When he pulls away she touches her fingers to the place he’d kissed, brings them to her mouth, and presses them to his cheek; she’s smiling again.

***

Evening is drawing in when he leaves, and he’s sad enough to think about trying to find Kinn. Even Korn and Gun had dinner together occasionally. Porsche has things he needs to discuss with Kinn, business things, he has a right to ask for Kinn’s time.

And if he needs to see Kinn right now, to reassure himself about what he thought about doing and why he can’t, nobody else needs to know that.

“Khun Porsche?” Arm says behind him, hurrying up as Porsche goes to the family lifts, impatient with their bronze-glitter lights: he’s got a massive fucking headache.

“Yeah?”

“Where are you going?”

Arm sounds anxious. Porsche glances at him and says slowly, “To ask Kinn for a dinner meeting. There are things I need to discuss with the main family.”

Arm takes his glasses off and starts cleaning them, fruitlessly, on his suit jacket. He’d done the same thing when Porsche first came to him and proposed his plans for keeping tabs on Kinn, to make sure he wouldn’t cheat. Arm is the only person who knows that; how much it’d worried him, that Kinn would get bored, go back to screwing all those lithe, nice boys like Porsche had seen in that phone, the ones that cross his path or are thrown across it every day. Porsche had been so afraid of not being enough for him.

“What do you know?” Porsche says.

“Pol tells me when he has guests,” Arm says miserably, not looking Porsche in the eye.

“He’s got someone up there,” Porsche says numbly. “He’s - met someone?”

“No!” Arm says. He reaches for Porsche like he’s going to clap him on the shoulder, like he would’ve when they were on Tankhun’s detail together, then lets the motion fall away without touching Porsche. “The agency. He’s… using the agency most nights.”

So at least it’s not a boyfriend, somebody Kinn just likes, somebody he’s chosen to bring to his bed. Their bed. The bed where they fucked and laughed and slept in one another’s arms.

Just another interchangeable, forgettable pretty thing to caress Kinn and kneel in front of him and help him forget his problems, let Kinn bury himself inside and fuck without kissing, without laughter, without love. Pushing down another good, sweet part of himself, running through boys without stopping to let any of them know him, give him the soft things he needs so much.

He’s being unfair, he thinks, knowing it, unable to stop it. He knows how Kinn dealt with his stress and regrets, before Porsche was the only one he wanted; and Porsche can see, now, looking back, that he had been the only one Kinn wanted, that overwhelming, constant desire and eyes only for Porsche. Kinn wouldn’t have cheated on him but he can’t expect Kinn to be chaste now. He knows that if he walked in there now and threw the boy out and offered himself, Kinn would be his again, instantly, he’d do whatever Porsche wanted, give him everything. Porsche is the one who closed it down and Kinn is destroying himself to respect his wishes.

“Khun Tankhun is in this evening,” Arm says hopefully. “It’s karaoke night.”

“No,” Porsche says quietly. “No, thanks. You stay, if you want. The rest of the shift can cover me. I’ll go -” he can’t bring himself to say home.

***

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #my fic #like that through all eternity #I also hate the Namphueng scene which did not end up going the way I planned!!!#so that may look different by the time it's on AO3 #I'm considering discontinuing the tumblr posts #it's harder to manage more or less real-time posting as the plot starts kicking into gear #I think it's about another four scenes to write to the end of the next chapter so I may tumblr post up until there and then stick to AO3

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bestillmyslashyheart · 2 years

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all hail the queen part 5

(as always, the previous parts are not needed to read this one. based on this post by @stefanyd)

on ao3

“Of course, Khun Kinn.”

Everyone in the room froze. It was quite possible they all stopped breathing for a moment as well. Nothing good ever came from Porsche addressing the boss as ‘Khun Kinn’. Nothing. Even Khun Kinn looked a little afraid.

“If that will be all?” Porsche asked pleasantly. He didn’t wait for an answer before offering a formal bow and leaving the room.

“Khun Kinn?” Pol, brave, foolish Pol, half hissed as soon as Porsche was out of the room. Kinn looked away from the door Porsche had just walked out and looked around with wide eyes. “Should, should we proceed as planned?” They’d been discussing security arrangements for an event the family was throwing that night and Khun Kinn and Porsche had been disagreeing but no one had thought it was that serious.

“Do as Porsche said,” Khun Kinn ordered. As one, they bowed in acquiescence and left the room. They left the man standing at the head of the table with a lost look on his face.

In the hallway, just before they split up to report to their individual duties, the bodyguards huddled together. “What just happened?” The question was met with baffled looks all around.

“What do we do?” One of the newest hires asked nervously.

“Your jobs,” Big snapped. “Do your jobs and don’t screw it up. The only thing that would make this day worse is if something happens to Khun Kinn because his security was distracted.” He glared at all of them until they nodded in agreement and hurried off to their duties. When it was just the senior team left standing there, Big turned on Arm and Pete. “Fix it.”

Both men looked at him like he was crazy. “No way. We do not get involved in that,” Pete shook his head and took a step back.

“I learned my lesson on that years ago,” Arm replied. “We just all need to stay out of it and let Khun Kinn fix it.”

No one was happy with that answer, more than aware of how well Khun Kinn did at fixing his messes in a timely manner when it came to Porsche.

“Tonight’s party is going to be fun ,” Pol drawled. No one bothered to reply.

—

The party was, unsurprisingly, a disaster. Porsche was a consummate professional, something he rarely was. He never strayed more than a few steps from Kinn’s side but neither did he stand at Kinn’s side as he had started doing lately. There was no question that he was in attendance as a bodyguard, and not as Kinn’s plus one. Kinn was distracted from where he was making the rounds, his eyes constantly making their way back to Porsche who was never looking back. The longer this went on, the higher the tension between them. And the greater the tension between them, the more on edge everyone around them got. It wasn’t constrained to just the bodyguards either, the guests were affected too. Tankhun had found a place to perch and was watching his brother with a look on his face that suggested he was mentally popping popcorn into his mouth. Others around him were decidedly less enthusiastic about the rough divide ruining the mood.

It came to a head when Vegas, because of course it was Vegas, tried to take advantage of the rift and mosey close to Porsche. Every one of the bodyguards put a hand to their holsters as Kinn was frozen by propriety while Porsche let Vegas into his personal space. Vegas leaned in close to whisper into Porsche’s ear and the man smiled widely in response. A moment later, soft laughter emanated from the pair; it almost echoed in the largely quiet ballroom. Not even the orchestra covered it up.

Kinn lasted only a moment before he snapped. A waiter appeared next to him to snatch his glass out of the air when he let go of it and then disappeared out of his way when he stalked over to his cousin. Porsche didn’t even look at him when Kinn forced his way between the pair and dragged Porsche away with a hand around his waist. Vegas stared after them with barely a roll of his eyes, too used to their games by now to take too much offense.

In Kinn’s absence, Tankhun stole everyone’s attention. He commanded the room effortlessly, showcasing briefly that he was his father’s oldest son, and distracted most everyone from the boss’s departure.

If loud shouts and, a bit later, some suspicious noises were clearly audible from just through the doors Kinn and Porsche had exited through, everyone ignored it. Big and Ken, on guard at the doors themselves, resolved to drink themselves stupid as soon as they were off duty to try and forget everything they’d been forced to hear.

When Kinn and Porsche rejoined the party half an hour later, both men looked pleasantly rumpled with smiles on their faces. If Kinn’s was a bit relieved, only Tankhun was brave enough to comment on it. For the rest of the night, Porsche stayed glued to Kinn’s side. He didn’t look inclined to go anywhere but even if he had, the arm locked around his waist wouldn’t have let him get very far.

The room breathed a sigh of relief.

#kinnporsche #kp fic #my fic #i hadnt wanted to post this without linking the original post lol #thank you op for finding this and letting me know!

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years

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Three Steps to Win You (CH 21)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 21

(Tankhun POV)

Friday Evening -- Theerapanyakul Residence

"Thank you for the ride and dinner, Tay. I told you I can take a taxi home, but you insist on driving me home," said Tankhun as he got off Tay's red Mercedes-Benz GLA. "You have a match tomorrow."

"Never mind that, Doctor T, this is the least that I can do,” Tay replied cheerfully. “Thank you for helping me choose the best suit. Besides, Cap will kill me if I don't make sure you get home safely."

“Ah, yes, of course,” Tankhun responded with a half forced smile. "Good luck with tomorrow's game, Tay."

"Thanks, Doctor T! Goodnight!"

“Goodnight!”

Tankhun waited for Tay's car to leave Theerapanyakul residence completely before that smile finally disappeared from his face. It had been 3 days, and still, he couldn’t get over his guilt. This fake dating business was not as easy as he imagined. Tricking that evil woman and annoying paparazzi might be fun, but lying to close friends and family was damn hard, especially since Tankhun was the outspoken type of person.

Retail therapy with Tay was quite entertaining. He had intended on splurging to forget his restlessness, but nothing, not even one pair of shoes, caught his attention. When he realized that fact, he knew for sure that he was not fine, because since when did Tankhun Theerapanyakul not spend money at his favorite boutique?

Tankhun let out a long sigh and prepared himself before entering the house. He wished Pa and Kim had finished dinner and gone to their rooms, because frankly, Tankhun didn't want to see anyone right now.

"P', is that you?" Kim asked as soon as Tankhun stepped inside.

Damn!

"Yeah, it's me," replied Tankhun, who was still trying to avoid Pa and his youngest brother. "I think I’m gonna go straight to my room, I had dinner earlier and was a little tired."

"P', wait!" Kim shouted, sounding very excited. “I need to tell you about something.”

Tankhun had intended to come over to Pa and Kim in the dining room, but Kim seemed impatient and came to him instead.

"P', we will watch the BSFC game tomorrow afternoon at the BOC Stadium!" informed Kim, looking very happy.

WHAT?

"Huh?"

"Today I came home from campus a little early, and Pa was waiting for me in the living room. He asked me to get tickets for tomorrow's match," Kim explained. "I'm not sure if I can still get tickets because it's so close to the game, and my guess is right, tickets are sold out. Luckily, P’Pete is willing to help!"

WTF?

“Kim, what did you do?” asked Tankhun in a displeased tone.

"I DM Pete's IG, and he said he'd take care of everything. We just need to come 2 hours before kick off and enter through the back door. There will be a stadium staff waiting for us there and the staff will take care of everything. Isn't that great, P’?"

God damn it, KIM!!!

Tankhun closed his eyes trying to contain his anger, but his emotions that had been building up for the past three days burst out uncontrollably.

"Not at all," he hissed angrily at Kim. If Pa wasn't in the dining room, Tankhun would definitely yell at Kim on top of his lungs.

“P’?”

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” Tankhun hissed again.

His face must have looked so furious, because Kim looked panicked.

"Asking for help?" he replied in a very small voice.

"NO! You have embarrassed me for shamelessly taking advantage of my relationship with Chan ( that’s not even REAL!!! ) to get special treatment,” whispered Tankhun sharply.

Kim winced.

“P’, I just…”

“Cancel it,” ordered Tankhun curtly. “ Now! ”

The last thing Tankhun imagined happening was Pa suddenly appearing behind them, with a face that was so full of joy, Tankhun stunned. He couldn't even remember the last time he saw Pa like that after Ma passed away.

Try never.

"Tankhun, has Kim told you about our plan for tomorrow?" asked Pa very excitedly. "I haven't watched football at the stadium in a long time. I’m so excited!"

There was nothing in the world that Tankhun wouldn't be willing to bear to see his Pa happy and excited like this. Even putting aside his pride. As soon as he saw Pa's pleased smile, he knew he had lost.

"Yes. Yes, he has, Pa,” answered Tankhun quickly. “I can't wait to spend time with you guys tomorrow."

What else could he say other than that? He just hoped that Pa didn't notice his uneasiness.

Damn!

******

(Tankhun POV)

Saturday Morning -- Theerapanyakul Residence

The next day, Tankhun knocked on Kim's bedroom door to apologize. He didn't like Kim's actions yesterday, but Tankhun realized he wouldn't have behaved like that if he hadn't been ignited by his own piled up emotions that he still couldn't control.

“Kim?”

Not long after, there was the sound of a lock turning and Kim, whose hair was still messy, opened the door and answered, "P', come in."

Tankhun stepped into Kim's room, and sat on his study desk chair, while Kim sat on the bed facing Tankhun.

“Now that I think about it, I realize it's presumptuous of me to contact Pete like that,” Kim said in a low voice. "P’, I’m sorry for embarrassing you."

“I came here to apologize,” Tankhun replied calmly. “I shouldn't be that hard on you.”

Kim looked at Tankhun questioningly, even though he didn't say anything, it was obvious he was surprised that Tankhun apologized to him.

"Just so you know, I still don't like what you did yesterday… At all," Tankhun told Kim firmly before continuing, "There are a lot of people around public figures like Chan and Pete, who are always trying to take advantage of them, whether they deserve it or not. I just don't want you to be that kind of person. It's not nice."

“I'm saying this not to look for justification and anything like that. I know what I did was wrong, but yesterday seeing Pa excited like that... I just didn't want to disappoint Pa, so I didn't think carefully before contacting Pete," Kim explained. "I-I've never seen Pa like that."

A little emotion and guilt crossed Tankhun's mind in an instant.

"Pa hardly ever looks as excited as yesterday after Ma died, and you were very young then, so of course you never saw that kind of sight."

Kim nodded. "Sometimes I wish I could get to know the old Pa."

Tankhun stood up from the chair and approached Kim, then he hugged his youngest brother tightly and said, "I'm so sorry, Sweetie. To be fair, I think I will do the same thing."

Kim again nodded while hugging Tankhun's waist.

"Come, let's go downstairs for breakfast," said Tankhun. "How about I make banana pancakes for us?"

Kim raised his head to look at Tankhun and smiled, "Let's go."

******

(Tankhun POV)

Saturday Afternoon -- BOC Stadium

So far, today has turned out to be better than Tankhun had imagined, after a nice breakfast together, later on Pa also treated them to lunch at his favorite fancy restaurant, which he used to frequently visit with Ma.

At exactly 2 PM, Tankhun, Kim, and Pa arrived at the back door of BOC Stadium. A stadium staff was waiting for them there, as promised.

"Doctor Theerapanyakul? My name is David," said the staff member as he introduced himself. "Co-Cap is waiting for you in the family lounge. This way, sir."

"Thank you, David," replied Tankhun.

“Chan doesn't know we're coming?" Tankhun whispered to Kim, as they followed David to the family lounge.

"I don't know, P'," Kim answered. "P'Pete is the one who arranged everything."

They didn't walk for too long and then stopped in front of a large metal door. Before David opened the door, Tankhun asked him a question. "Isn't it a dressing room for the BSFC players?"

"That's right, Doctor Theerapanyakul," affirmed David. "Inside the dressing room there's a family lounge, which is intended for family and close friends of BSFC players. The players locker room and shower stalls are located at the back, bordered by a wall, so not everyone can enter."

“I see,” said Tankhun.

“Shall we come in?” asked David as he opened the door.

Tankhun nodded and followed David inside.

As soon as Tankhun entered the family lounge, Pete and several BSFC players who were there immediately greeted him and Kim.

"Doctor T, Kim! Welcome to BOC!"

"Hi, Doctor T~ Kim~"

"Hello, boys..." Tankhun returned their greeting.

Kim, who was standing behind him, also returned their greetings while waving excitedly, "Hi, P'Arm, P'Pol, P'Pete!"

“I'm so glad you came, Doctor T, Kim…” Pete said, shaking Tankhun's hand and grinning broadly.

“Pete, this is my father, Korn Theerapanyakul,” replied Tankhun, introducing Pa to Pete.

Pete immediately shook Pa's hand and greeted him politely, "Sir, I’m Pete, nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Pete," said Pa. "I have to tell you this, young man, your passing in that derby game... incredible!"

“Thank you, Sir,” Pete replied. "Believe me, it was 90% adrenaline, I don't even know whether I can do it again or not."

"I'm sure you can, P’,” Kim said, jumping into the conversation.

"Thank you, Kim."

Tankhun looked around the family lounge which was quite full. Most of the people there were men, who were talking to the staff or maybe the coaches. Tankhun wasn't clear either, because this was his first time here. In the corner of the room there was a sofa, and sitting on it were two beautiful women, who were talking to each other.

"The one sitting on the right is Marina, Jom's wife, and the one on the left is Victoria, Ken's date for this week," said Pol, who suddenly appeared beside Tankhun.

"Pol, you forgot," continued Arm. "This is the second time Ken has brought Victoria here. She came too in the second game, remember?"

"Oh, yes, you are right. I remember now."

"Oh, is this something unusual?" asked Tankhun, curious.

"Yes. Ken has never dated the same woman," stated Pol in a low voice.

"His date changes every week, Doctor T," added Arm, whispering.

"So, maybe Ken is serious about Victoria?" asked Tankhun, also whispering.

"It's still not clear, Doctor T," replied Pol, the expression on his face conveyed his disbelief.

"That's right, everyone is still waiting. Maybe, if Victoria comes back next week... Hm..." added Arm again.

"We'll just have to wait and see then," said Pol, finishing Arm's words.

Tankhun smiled hearing the conversation between Arm and Pol. Undeniably, Tankhun's curiosity was slightly tickled by them. Did these two boys even realize that they were finishing each other's sentences? Did they have a special relationship?

Hm, interesting…

“Tankhun?”

Tankhun didn't have to turn around to know that the voice calling him from behind belonged to Chan. Moreover, Pol and Arm immediately greeted their Captain.

Stop being a coward and say hi to him now!

"Surprise!" exclaimed Tankhun as he turned his body around to face Chan, trying so damn hard to put on a calm face.

Chan looked ecstatic, the smile on his face was unmistakably very wide. Was it just acting? Considering the room was full of people, and they were still under the pretense of fake dating.

Without a word, Chan put his duffel bag on the floor and then hugged Tankhun tightly. Tankhun reflexively returned Chan's hug. Afterward, the Captain's right hand then moved gently from Tankhun's waist to the back of his head and stayed there.

"I'm so glad you came," Chan said, sounding very relieved. He tightened his arms.

Tankhun couldn't respond yet, he was still too shocked. So he just stayed quiet and hugged Chan tightly.

TBC

#daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #au nerd jock #kpts fanfic #kinnporsche #vegaspete #slow build #kpts boys #slow burn #everybody is a footballer #kim theerapanyakul #kpts #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche la forte #fake dating #fanfic

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zerozeroluckybang · 2 years

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KinnPorsche Season 2 Predictions (if it happens)

While everyone will catch hands if the author’s decision to make Vegas revert back to himself pre episode 14 (as in, keeping Pete captive, as a pet, etc…) is played out in the show, I do think there will be some part of that plot happening…

The whole Porsche is trying to take down Korn and recruits Vegas to help do that part. Minus the whole possibility that they’ll end up having some wild affair after leaving Pete for dead in a warehouse…

I volleyed back and forth over whether or not Vegas will try and just up and leave the life with Pete and Macao (and maybe Venice) in tow… But I don’t think it’d be easy for him to leave the life… and I think he’d be willing to remain in with Porsche as the head of the minor family, since he definitely prefers dealing with Porsche compared to dealing with Kinn.

Venice likely exists and the reason there was no mention of a step-mom or an incoming baby brother is that Gun likely kept her and the pregnancy secret. If he had plans to ultimately try and pull a coup, Korn knowing about his… back up plan (since I genuinely don’t think he cared much for Vegas nor Macao) wouldn’t do. I can see Vegas finishing recovering and Porsche pulling Pete aside and informing him about Venice’s existence.

If Venice does exist, I will cry and collapse over an awkward Vegas having to deal with a baby.

I think Porsche and Chay’s mother knows and remembers more than what we think and unless something happens to Korn, I don’t think that will ever come to light (or at least not to the character’s knowledge. Porsche may be her son, but he’s with Kinn and that likely doesn’t make him fully trustworthy. And Since Porsche raised Chay… I don’t know who else she would tell)

I think his mother will likely know about Porsche’s plan eventually and use it to her advantage.

I refuse to believe that in any sense of story telling that she ends up not a bad guy… her actions and motivations will likely cause an issue for Kinn and Porsche.

Going back to Vegas and Porsche teaming up to take down Korn, I think that Vegas remaining in the minor family will likely make it so that if and when they have meetings over it, to many it won’t look suspicious, unless your Pete or Kinn.

I think we’ll get a lot of Pete and Kinn interactions because of this.

I sort of figure that by happenstance, Chay and Kim will likely get thrown together because of some major issue in the family (which will likely be Kim having to protect Chay from someone or something)

Pete’s loyalty to the main family WILL be an issue in his relationship with Vegas.

Things I kind of would love to see:

Kim and Chay having to babysit Venice (if he exists in the season)

Chay and Macao being friends and causing trouble.

Chay having training in self defense (maybe possibly by Kim)

Please give me a Kim having to rescue Chay from something and Chay reluctantly but very aggressively demanding Kim teach him to how to defend himself.

While I would love to see an awkward Vegas with a baby Venice, I also would fight someone in order to see a cutsey moment between Vegas and Venice when Vegas thinks no one is looking.

While I doubt any series of Kinn Porsche will end in everyone happy and not at odds, but I would love to see an ending where they realize they are stuck with each other. Like maybe there’s a rival mafia that forces them to realize they need to work together and they’re stronger fighting as one?

So far, that’s all I can think of. I’ve been so caught up in everything else and ten different shows that I haven’t really been able to come up with things. But interact and add some thoughts. I really want to know what everyone is thinking.

#kinnporsche

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taikanyohou · 2 years

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Ok so as a follow up to that: vegaspete returning from the hospital with Macau, but they can never quite get alone time cause Macau is always there somewhere so they're just driving each other insane with little touches, and then one day Macau leaves for school or a sleepover and they just, pounce the moment the door closes -

hiiii anon!!!!

CHDBSIF OK LISTEN UP. I LOVE THIS.

bc i can picture this so SO vividly.

like. i think the 1st night when they get back from the hospital, vegas Has Already Made His Intentions loud and clear to macau by simply just sending him The Daggers. and macau, for as much of a menace as he is, he Loves his hia, and he gets it. he gives them their privacy and stays over at a friend's for the rest of that evening and late into the afternoon the next day, when he texts vegas asking

"so are you done get dicked down or what?"

and vegas just replies "language, baby bro."

and macau's like ":))))))))) hiaaaaa. can i come home now????? :)))))))))))"

and vegas is like "sure. get us some food though on the way back. we, you know, didn't get time to cook."

and macau's like "FHFHDIGOF FINE."

and vegas is like "good. pete says thank you. i love you! <3"

and macau's like "mmm. i love you too. and i'm so happy for you both <3".

bc macau does. and macau is. bc he does love them both, and he is happy for them both.

and so they're trying to settle down, all 3 of them, in their new normal. and its really nice. they do .... Family Things. they laugh and love. its not always easy. sometimes macau comes home from school and he can clearly tell vegas and pete have had an arguement, the tension's just that palpable. and macau has to just roll his eyes bc ofc he is gonna fix this. so he turns his Drama on and acts like he's had a shit day at school and something's upset him and he won't speak to vegas about it first. he just goes past him without even saying hi to him, something macau Never does, which IMMEDIATELY puts vegas on high alert that something Isnt Right and he's following macau. and all macau has to do now as he drags himself up the stairs, knowing vegas is following him, is to go and find pete and just crash into him and hug him. and pete immediately drops whatever he was doing and holds macau in his embrace, stroking his back, whispering as he asks him what's wrong?

and so macau manages to convince both vegas and pete to gather in the same room, and they put their differences aside, for macau's sake. they sit either side of him and hug him, and as theyre sat watching a movie, eating popcorn, and he sees vegas and pete's fingers brush against one another and still, and he sees them both from the corners of his eyes look at one another, and he sees pete take hold of vegas' hand and shuffle closer so that all 3 are hugging each other even tighter, macau can't quite believe just how lucky he is.

yes, his ways arent right. yes, its manipulation. yes. but he doesnt care. this family means more to him than anything else ever did.

and so there's days like that.

and then there's days macau comes home from school, and he's mortified as he sees pete's neck, who's busy in the kitchen, used and abused and littered with scatters of blues and reds and purples bc. oh my god. and vegas just comes down the stairs freshly showered, hair wet, and smirks as he greets macau into a side hug, asking, "how was your day, bro?"

"uh. good. yours?"

"oh. it was grand." and vegas is literally eyeing pete up as he says that.

honestly, macau thinks. what the fuck are these 2 like.

and he doesnt wanna know the answer to that. he doesnt need to know that vegas and pete had literally just finished fucking each other 30 minutes before macau stepped through the door, and that too, on pete's insistence when he literally had to shove vegas to go and shower bc "macau's gonna be home any minute now, vegas! come on!!!".

so it comes as a relief to ALL THREE of them, when macau comes home from school one day, and places a letter down at the table in front of vegas and pete, thats asking for consent from a parent/legal guardian for a residential trip that macau's class are going on, for a total of 4 days and 5 nights. the trip is in 6 days, and macau needs to return the consent form tomorrow.

and vegas just exclaims "YES!". and pete and macau just Look at him, thinking what is up with HIM? and so vegas has to cover that with how, oh macau you should go! its been a while right since you went? it'll be a really good learning experience. you'll get to spend time with people who arent me and your p'pete! it'll do you good, some days away. and pete just has to Look Away, anywhere but at vegas bc oh my god, he cant believe him, and he can feel himself getting warmer and redder bc he knows Exactly what vegas is implying.

and then its silent, and macau's gaze flickers from vegas to pete to vegas to pete to vegas to pete. and how pete is Squirming at this point and vegas is just shamelessly cocking an eyebrow.

and macau just twists his face in disgust.

"yall both are freaks. just sign it, oh my god, hia."

and vegas cant reach for a pen fast enough.

and so in the days leading up, pete helps macau pack bc pete, you know, Actually Cares. unlike vegas who's just counting down the days and keeps on asking how if macau's looking forward to it?

and all macau bites back with is how "hia, you're more excited than me. tell me, who exactly is the one going on a trip here?"

and each night, vegas just keeps reminding pete whilst they're in bed of what's to come. how vegas is going to take and take and take and then give and give and give and not hold back. how every surface of their home is going to bear witness to it. how much he's been looking forward to having pete all by himself for a few days and nights on end like this.

"just you and me, pete. just you and me. and i dont want you shy. and i dont want you holding back. i want you to let go, pete. i want you to lose it. show me all of you."

and pete can't help but feel it too. those words, and what they mean. god, its been so long, so so long. and pete's starving for it. and pete wants it just as bad. just as dirty and hard and tainted and filthy and lewd and impure and unholy.

and so when, the next evening, macau has gone and the door has barely just shut itself, vegas is on to pete, his mouth on pete's mouth and his tongue tasting pete's and pete tastes like peaches because of the sweet macau gave to him that he found spare in his pocket just before he left and vegas' hands are grasping at pete everywhere, until he's winding pete's legs around his waist and slamming him against door. until pete has to grab a fistful of vegas' hair and yank his head back because he cant breathe.

their intensity still manages to shake the steady ground pete walks on, every single time. it still gets vegas feeling so carnal, that his lips part open, saliva coating them, ready to take pete. it never gets old. it never runs out. they'll never tire.

and they've got 4 days and 5 nights. and not a single second to waste.

so, everything else? be damned.

#faiza answers #STR8 UP I LOVED THIS.

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Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 18

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Book: TRR AU

Warnings: Language, crude talk, and the usual bad writing.

I had planned from the beginning to end this series after the next chapter and an epilogue, but call me crazy, I love it too much. So while this part of the story will end, I still plan to update with one-shots or stories from time to time. If you’re just done with it, let me know.

Also, this chapter felt a little off to me, so I apologize if it's terrible, but I think I ended on a good note.

Thanks @burnsoslow for prereading.and usage of your girl, who finally got to make her debut.

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"Damn it, Riley! Pick up!" Liam grumbled as he lowered the cell phone from his ear and tossed it in the seat beside him. The royal jet had been in the air for a little over four hours already, and he'd grown frustrated at getting her voice mail each time. Surely, she was home by now.

Even though it was the middle of the night in Las Vegas, it was worth interrupting her. He had tried unsuccessfully to contact Riley since he packed his bags earlier and hastily headed for the airstrip. By this point, there must have been a dozen or so messages left on her phone without so much as a hint she'd gotten them.

While time wasn't an issue -- he'd get to Las Vegas one way or the other -- it was the desperation to hear from his new wife and tell her he knew precisely why she left.

And that he loved her.

Tilting his head back against the headrest, he swiveled side-to-side in his luxury chair while tightly clutching his freshly poured scotch. The security footage he watched earlier that morning replayed in his mind again. There were no doubts about what it showed: Madeleine confronted Riley outside their quarters just minutes after leaving the ball. Without sound, however, no one could ascertain specifically what was said among the two women. It was clear though, Riley was not a willing participant in that conversation. When they saw the disk held up in the Countess' hands, and the look of sheer horror on his pussycat's face, that told Liam all he needed to know. This was a blackmail situation, plain and simple, that included assault; those flowers he found scattered on the ground when he returned to his quarters last night all made sense now. This act was deliberate and treasonous, and Liam would ensure his ex-fiancee paid handsomely for it.

After they viewed the footage several more times, the Royal Guard was immediately summoned to Krona to find Madeleine and take her into custody. Liam knew it was a long shot whether his guards could pull that sting off, but he was working with what he had at the moment.

Despite whatever happened next, there was one thing the King was confident of: He was prepared to give up his entire Kingdom to get his girl back. Returning to Cordonia without her was not an option.

Shaking his tumbler of partially melted ice cubes, Liam leaned forward and steadily poured another bottle of scotch into his glass. As soon as he sat back and raised the fresh beverage to his lips, he was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. In a rush to answer, he hastily set the drink aside and snatched his phone up from where he tossed it earlier.

"Hello! Love?" He answered, hopeful it was her.

"Hey, little brother. Love you too ... Say, do you know if the palace has a Spanish tickler or a breast ripper? Asking for a friend."

Liam furrowed his brows in confusion before rising from his seat, plopping a knee down on its cushioned bottom, and glancing to the back of the plane. "Leo? Why are you calling me? We're on the same damn plane. I'm looking right at you."

"Nevermind that. Listen, I figured out a way to take care of Madeleine once and for all. Behold ..." Leo held up a leather-bound book and waved it over his head while Liam squinted from the front of the plane to get a better look. "... The King Constantine Guide To Fucking Torture In The 21st Century; Father gave it to me after my investiture ceremony. The way I see it, there really is no other option here than to tie her to a tree in front of the palace, invite the public to watch for a modest fee, and do some cool shit with iron rods and spikes. I got dibs on the knee-splitter, though."

"Leo ..." Liam began to warn his brother how ridiculous that plan was before stopping himself and staring off into the distance for a moment in thought. "Wait ... is there anything about flaying in that book?"

"Hell yeah there is! And if you're interested in thumbscrews, my buddy, Pete, has a trunk full of them. He uses them for ass play, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting us borrow them to split Maddie's thumbs in half." Leo let out a maniacal laugh.

Liam chuckled, despite the peculiarity of the conversation. "I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm not interested -- to the contrary, actually. And while I appreciate your help in seeing that Madeleine is brought to justice, I think we better stick to more lawful means."

"Boo, you whore!" The line went dead with a click.

Liam held the phone away from his ear, watching Leo sink down into his chair in a huff. "Really?" He called back in agitation. Met with the silent treatment and a middle finger from his disgruntled brother, Liam rolled his eyes, then slumped back down into his seat. Maybe he'd try to call Riley again.

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The phone on Riley's nightstand buzzed again. She knew it was another call from Liam, and while she felt remorseful for ignoring all of his calls and texts, she couldn't bring herself to look at or answer them quite yet. The sooner all ties between them were broken, she believed, the quicker he could forget all about her and the mess she made of everything.

But even her willpower was slipping. Riley slid her hand out from under the pillow and reached over to pick up her phone. Holding it to her chest, she contemplated for a second just reading his texts and returning his calls, but Madeleine had warned to end all contact with him. Obviously, she was curious about what he had to say, but it was too risky. I'm so sorry, Liam.

Hitting the power button on her cell, the light on the device faded to black before she tossed it in the nightstand drawer.

Early the next morning, Riley's eyes flickered open to the sound of a banging on her front door, followed by the incessant ringing of her doorbell. Feeling exhausted from a lack of sleep, mainly because of crying and unable to think about anything other than how she hurt Liam, Riley decided to ignore it. She just wanted to be left alone, and eventually, they'd give up and leave, right?

Except they didn't.

Annoyed, she let out a sigh and then eased herself up out of bed; the pain in her back was still a problem. Tossing a robe over her body, she slowly made her way down the stairs of her townhome -- each step excruciating -- until she finally made it to the door.

Twisting the lock, she opened the entry door, before letting out a sudden gasp at the tearful person standing on the other side.

"Oh my God, Riley! Y-You're alive! You're really alive!"

"Alyssa?" Riley's best friend from New York pulled her into a relieved hug, nearly sobbing at that point. "What're you doing here?"

"I thought something terrible happened to you, but now that I can see you're still among the living ..." she sniffled before pulling back and narrowing her blazing blue eyes at her friend. "Where have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you ever since you texted me that you were boarding a plane in Cordonia, and that something serious happened involving Tyler. You promised me you'd call as soon as you landed--"

"I know. I'm so sorry. It was late ..."

" -- and you didn't. Then I worried, even more, when you didn't answer any of my calls back. I had to book the first red-eye flight here to make sure you were all right." Finished with her rant, a huffing Alyssa's jaw immediately clenched. "Now, what did that shithead ex of yours do? I'll kill him if he hurt you, Ri. I might be small, but I'm scrappy like an alleycat. You know I'll claw his eyes out."

Riley let out a light chuckle; Alyssa was always overprotective of her and had a clever way with words, but quickly, that chuckle faded into a teary frown. "Oh, Lyss," she whimpered as her face fell into her hands.

Alyssa quickly wrapped her arms around Riley and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Aww, Riley. Sweetie, it's going to be okay," she soothed.

Stepping inside, Alyssa kicked the door shut and led them both over to the sofa. Sensing Riley was in pain -- and not just emotional -- she helped lower her troubled best friend onto the couch. "I want you to start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened."

The best friends had remained in contact over the last several weeks. It was Alyssa's frantic morning phone call over a month ago that alerted Riley to the news coverage of her impromptu marriage to Liam, having saw it on the news.

And while Alyssa was aware of everything about Cordonia and Liam, and how Riley fit into all that from their prior conversations, she listened intently while it was revealed to her the details of the incident with Madeleine and the video her ex-husband gave to the Countess.

Grabbing a tissue from the end table, Alyssa handed it to Riley. "So this cow confronted you with that disgusting video and basically blackmailed you into leaving, or she would release it to the press?" Riley nodded somberly.."Ugh, I want this treasonous bitch thrown in the dungeon, subjected to live-streamed daily anal fistings with giant Hulk gloves ... And Tyler, I want to break every bone in his rotten body, one at a time. And I want to leave him there afterwards, dripping just enough water on his lips, so he doesn't die of dehydration, screaming in agony for the weeks it will take to die of starvation."

Riley's face scrunched up. "God, Alyssa."

Alyssa shrugged. "What? I don't care; it's what they deserve for hurting you. Did you at least tell Liam what happened?"

This time, Riley shook her head. "No. Madeleine warned me if I told him, she would release the video, and then the council would likely force him to step down. I won't allow him to lose everything for someone like me."

Irritated, Alyssa pressed a palm to her forehead. "Why are you like this?"

"Like, what?" Riley asked in exasperation.

"That whole, 'someone like me,' part. He wanted to stay married to you. He made you the queen of his country. You've said he couldn't keep his goddamn hands off you for two seconds. And more importantly, you told me you have never felt more loved in your life, than you do when you're with him. The fact that you still question your worthiness to him blows my mind."

Alyssa reached for Riley's shaky hand, able to tell by the tears sliding down her cheeks and the soft whimpers that she'd touched on something. "You're his pussycat, Riley. Liam already lost everything when you left him. Tell me you know that."

Riley wiped at her face., her voice stifled, "I just wanted to protect him."

"I know." Alyssa smiled softly. "But you needed to give him the chance to decide what he wanted. You made it for him because you know he'd choose you, regardless if he lost everything else; that's how much he loves you, Ri. You can't protect someone who loves you by hurting them. Besides, he's the King; he can simply execute the council if he wants to -- Liam’s not going anywhere."

"You just HAD to add that last part in, didn't you?" Riley laughed, feeling a sense of ease as her mood lightened. It felt good to talk to someone who could help her make sense of everything and realize she hadn’t exactly made the best call by leaving and not telling Liam what happened. "But what do I do about this video? What if Madeleine releases it to the public?"

"Yeah, a video of a married woman having sex with her husband -- Oh, the shame!" she retorted. "Look, you'll be famous on Pornhub for a few weeks, and it'll fizzle out. I know that doesn't make it all better, but you have a lot of people who love you ... we'll be there for you if that happens. Besides, it's Gonzo Dick; I doubt anyone will wanna watch anyway."

Riley snorted out at the nickname she gave her ex-husband. "Stop making me laugh."

Alyssa cracked a grin. "Nah. If I can make you laugh at that asshole's expense and his crooked dick, then it's worth it."

"Well,” she breathed, “ I suppose I should get dressed and call Liam. Tell him what happened, and hopefully, he'll … forgive .." her voice trailed off at tasting an increasing collection of bile in her throat and a familiar rumble in her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

Riley frowned. "Damn it, why do I keep getting sick?"

After rushing to the bathroom with Alyssa's help, Riley came out moments later, flushed and perspiring. Alyssa, who waited outside the door to make sure she was all right, eyed her friend with grave concern. "Ri, are you sure you don't have a concussion? You said that Madeleine caused you to fall, and you complained you’ve been getting sick a lot. Is there any chance you hit your head too?"

Riley considered for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't think so. I mean, it all happened so fast I don't really remember, but my head doesn't hurt."

"OH NO! You have memory loss too, on top of the vomiting and a hurt back? Riley, you need to go to the hospital now. This is serious."

"Alyssa, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital," Riley dismissed and hobbled past her friend toward the kitchen. "You always worry too much."

Alyssa followed behind her, brows bumped together in a scowl. "Because you're a stubborn ass who never listens, that's why. You need to get checked out," she insisted. Riley paid no attention as made her way to the fridge; that reaction only served to piss Alyssa off. "You can ignore me all you want, but you know as well as I do, I'll just keep annoying the hell out of you until you do it … I'll sing every Dave Matthews song ever written -- On repeat."

Riley shut the fridge door and turned at the threat, giving her a dismayed glare. "You wouldn't."

Alyssa tilted her chin. "You know damn well I would. I have... so much to say, so much to say, so much --"

"Please stop! I'm going."

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At Valley Hospital and Medical Center, Drake sat slumped down in the waiting room of the E.R; a thawed ice pack covered his crotch. His increasingly irritated self caught sight of a nurse escorting yet another patient back for examination. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Tired of waiting, he cast the ice pack aside and marched straddle-legged to the triage desk where a beefy nurse with a scowl sat filing her nails. "How much longer is this gonna take?" He demanded bitterly.

The nurse remained focused on her nails and answered in a careless fashion. "You'll get called back when it's your turn, Mr. Walker."

"My turn? MY TURN? I've been here for 15 fucking hours waiting for my turn. I've watched one person after the next walk right in, get treated, and leave. Whose ass do I actually have to lick to get treatment around here?"

Unimpressed with his theatrics, she folded her arms on the desk and looked up at Drake with a glower. "Look. You got kicked in the wang by a hooker. Shit happens. It's not the end of the world. Go home, have a beer, and a good laugh. You'll live." She resumed her filing.

Drake ran both hands through his rumpled hair, letting out a sardonic laugh. "I cannot fucking believe you just said that to me. I suffer trauma on my transplanted dick, and the greatest healthcare minds in the world tell me to have a beer and laugh about it?" his voice shrieked.

The nurse blew on her nails. "That's what I said."

That snarky remark sent him even further over the edge. A red-faced Drake pounded two white-knuckled fists on the desk and leaned down into her space. "Now you listen here, lady. I demand to be seen right now, or so help me, I'll tear this whole goddamn place apart brick-by-fucking-brick! Do you understand me?"

Having none of that, the nurse, who was several inches taller than a startled Drake expected, sprung for her chair and loomed over him menacingly. Drake flinched when she rammed the nail file at him and threatened, "Now, you listen.You can either sit your ass down, or I will sit you down. Do you understand me?"

He didn't understand. He would never understand.

A security guard who heard the commotion casually approached the agitated pair and placed a firm hold on Drake's elbow. "Do we have a problem here, Betty Lou?"

She shook her head, sizing Drake up. "No, just some whiny-ass Karen griping about his dick."

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Several moments later, Alyssa and Riley exited an Uber and wandered into the waiting area, making their way up to the triage line -- or what they thought was a line. It was actually Drake still standing there, continuing to protest his case to anyone who would listen and demanding to speak to someone in charge.

While Riley dug through her purse to retrieve her health insurance card, Alyssa couldn't help but be taken in by the fiery debacle taking place in front of them. She inched a little closer, unable to help herself; it was good drama and sucked her right in.

Catching a glimpse of Drake’s sour face, she cocked her head introspectively; there was something oddly familiar about the man in the denim shirt going off. Alyssa tapped her chin. Where have I seen him before?

Before long, the realization set in, and her eyes snapped wide open. She nudged Riley with an elbow and leaned over, whispering, "Hey, isn't that the guy from the news who had the penis transplant? It looks just like him."

Knowing precisely who that was by the description, Riley popped her head up to look. She hadn't known Drake well, only that he was Liam's best friend, and after having spent time together on the plane ride to Cordonia with him, that her maid-of-honor had given him several venereal diseases. "Drake?" she called out.

While Alyssa zoned in on his groin, curious as to what was in there, Drake broke away from the dispute and turned his focus toward the familiar-sounding voice. She was a connection to home and a long-sought-after friendly face. "Riley? Liam's insta-bride, Riley?"

She let out a light chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that's how you would know me ... What are you doing at the hospital? Is your body rejecting the ..." Her embarrassed gaze dropped lower with a gulp. " ... thing?"

"No!" he barked. "I just got attacked by that ... uh, someone."

"You got attacked?" Shocked, Riley placed a hand over her chest. "Why would someone attack you? Are you okay?"

Feeling incensed by the memory, Drake shook his head and muttered. "It's a long story ... What about you? What are you doing here? Thought you were in Cordonia with Liam?"

She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils and forced a smile. "It's a long story too."

Drake peeked over his shoulder at Nurse Ratchet, giving him a gimlet-eyed stare from behind her computer screen. He groused and turned to face Riley again. "I've got time."

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Nearly 12 hours after takeoff, the royal jet touched down in sunny Las Vegas, an hour ahead of schedule. Liam and Leo stepped off the plane and strolled across the tarmac to the awaiting vehicle, where a smiling man held the rear passenger door open.

"Bastien," Liam greeted as he approached. "Good to see you again."

"Your Majesty." He bowed. "Likewise ... I have the rental car you requested, and the Queen's address is already programmed into the GPS. Should take no more than 30 minutes to get there."

"Perfect,” he replied, clapping Bastien’s shoulder.“Thanks for having everything ready to go."

Liam had contacted the head guard -- who was still jailed for non-support -- and gained him a day-long pass to provide security detail. Bastien was also to stay in contact with his guards to oversee the capture and detainment of Madeleine.

Bastien took their bags, and the brothers hopped into the back of the Escalade. Once they pulled away from the airport, the directions led the group west. The head guard glanced briefly in the rearview mirror as he drove on. “I want to thank you for giving me a second chance. It’s nice to be out of that place, even if just for the day.”

Liam smiled back. “Not a problem, good man. I can’t think of anyone else I trust more for the job than you … though I’m not sure why. Anyway, do you have any updates on the Madeleine situation?”

“Yes, sir. I contacted my colleagues again just before you arrived. Countess Madeleine was taken by surprise when our guards arrived at her family estate in Krona. Once in custody, she was immediately transported to Valtoria for detention, exactly as you requested.”

"That's terrific news ... Wait ...Did you say, Valtoria?" Liam asked with puzzlement in his tone.

"Yes, sir. As you requested."

"Man, please tell me Mads tried to fight them off, and they had to use the taser on her," Leo insisted as he held his crossed fingers in the air. "A billy club ... a rubber hose ... something."

"There may have been a brief verbal exchange and some threats, but the Countess promised if they permitted access to her computer to send a quick email, she would go with them peacefully and without further protest. There didn't seem to be any harm in doing so, and she followed through with her word. Sorry to break it to you, Prince Leo, but no tasers were harmed in her capture."

"Well, fiddle shit." Leo glanced over at his brother --who was still scratching his head -- in disappointment. "If only I'd been able to get that shock collar on her while I was engaged to her, you wouldn't be in this mess right now. She just squirmed too much. I’m sorry I let you down, little brother."

"It's fine, Leo; it's not the first time,” Liam said dryly before turning his head away from Leo to face the front again. "Can we get back to Madeleine being taken to Valtoria? I never requested that. An accused of the Crown is always placed in the palace dungeon. There aren't even cells in Valtoria to hold her in. What am I missing here?"

Approaching a stoplight, Bastien lightly pressed the brakes, then met Liam’s gaze in the mirror. “The orders I was given to pass along to the guards from you earlier were clear in your text: Once she’s taken into custody, she is to be sent to Valtoria and placed in the cage with the monkey until further notice. That’s what they --”

“Mongo! They put her in the cage with Mongo?” Liam exploded before pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing there was no point in asking how that message got mixed up. “Goddamn it, Leo! Why are you, you, sometimes?” He ran a swift hand down his face and turned to glare at his brother. “Do you realize they consider that cruel and unusual punishment? Did you ever stop to consider how much shit I'm going to hear over this if this gets out?" He let out a sharp breath and threw his hands in the air."How? How did you do it?"

"It's simple pimple, Liam. When you went to the bathroom, I grabbed your phone," he replied bluntly with a shrug. "And according to page 24 of Father's torture book: It's not considered cruel and unusual punishment, as long as she has food, water, and clean shelter -- which she does. Or ... if she's housed with a member of the royal family -- which she is. Mongo is the heir to the throne, so we've got that covered too. So just relax, little bro; Leo’s got it all taken care of for you."

Liam dropped his chin to his chest, then let out a weary breath. “Bastien, call the guards and have them move her to the palace at once.”

As Bastien placed the call, Liam shifted in his seat so that he was staring out the window. He put a palm over his mouth to conceal the curved lips that formed a devilish grin, trying to contain the unbearable urge to bust out laughing. Oh, Maddie ... I hope you and Mongo had one hell of a time together.

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Back at the hospital, Riley situated herself on the gurney while a nurse prepared to check her vitals and ask general health questions.

In the next bay over, separated by a thin sliding curtain, Drake was finally attended to after Riley reluctantly, but willfully, played up her celebrity status. Once she threatened to have the hospital shut down -- which she doubted was even possible on her end -- the proverbial red carpet was rolled out for both of them; she was still a queen, afterall.

Steps were then taken to ensure they both received the royal treatment, so to speak. That wasn’t typically how Riley preferred to handle situations; she hated big fusses over her. But in the end, she did help one of Liam’s oldest friends finally get the medical attention he needed, so it was worth trying.

The blood pressure cuff on Riley’s arm squeezed tighter just as one of the doctors stepped inside and slid the curtain all the way closed. His cheerful greeting drew Riley's fixed gaze away from the changing numbers on the monitor beside her bed, and she smiled up at him.

The doctor was tall and thin, with thick spectacles perched near the tip of his nose. He gave a brief nod to Alyssa, who was sitting in a chair at Riley’s bedside, rubbing her shoulder. Scanning the patient chart, he spoke without looking up, "Queen Riley, it says here you suffered a fall?"

"I'm just Riley, please," she requested.

The doctor looked up from the paperwork and nodded with an understanding smile. "Of course."

After the initial exam concluded, Alyssa remained behind after the doctor ordered x-rays and transport had wheeled Riley down to radiology.

Bouncing her crossed leg as she scrolled through her phone, Alyssa tried to bide her time until Riley returned. An air conditioning vent overhead that she didn’t realize drowned out so much noise around her, suddenly flipped off. Able to catch the conversation on the other side of the curtain better, she listened with a broken heart as Drake reluctantly described to an attending, the worst days of his life. Alyssa shuddered as he recalled the moment his penis fell off, rolled across the bed, and dropped onto Ethan Ramsey’s leather shoe during an exam. “That poor man. I just want to hug him,” she muttered.

Her little ears perked when the doctor mentioned he was “going to have a look at it.” In her curious mind, there were no doubts that she was too. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take a peek at the first transplant of its kind; no way was she going to miss out on that.

Alyssa slid to the edge of her seat and raised her hand to up to the curtain, easing a tiny portion of it aside. Her blue eyes crinkled with frustration at a nurse who was blocking her view. “Move your ass,” she whispered to herself.

Unable to get a good view, she gave up that spot and eyed the other opening in the curtain at the far end of the room. Sliding off her chair to a crouching position on the floor, Alyssa crab-walked as fast as she could without falling off balance until she made it to the other side. Crooking a stealthy finger along the seam of the curtain, she hoped and prayed Drake’s genital exam wasn’t through yet. What her eyes saw on that gurney when she pulled the fabric aside caused her heart to jolt out of her chest.

Alyssa cupped a hand over her gaping mouth before stepping back and letting the curtain fall loosely shut again. Dropping her hand limply at her side, staring blankly at nothing, she mouthed, “Oh. My. God.”

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Down in the radiology department, Riley sat patiently in her wheelchair, waiting for the tech to return to take the x-rays. Enjoying the lighter feeling of having an empty bladder again, she let out a contented sigh; she was about to bust earlier. That mandatory urine sample couldn’t have come at a more opportune time.

Left alone to ruminate in her thoughts, Riley wondered about those phone calls she ignored last night from Liam. The regret she felt over her actions the last 26 hours continued to mount up. And it took a heart-to-heart with her best friend to really put things into perspective. Her decisions weren’t the best course to take, even if they were done with the most loving of intentions.

There was a lot to make up to Liam, and she only hoped that it wasn’t too late. Could he even forgive her for all of it?

She wished he was there with her right now. If she knew him the way she thought she did, he’d be standing around telling inappropriate jokes to make her laugh or embarrass her with his silly antics. It was like Liam could be two different people sometimes: Kingly and stoic around everyone else, but the second it was just him alone with her, he was such a big kid. Somehow, she could bring out his true self; the one where he felt comfortable enough to be silly and playful. And as much as she tried to play them off, those little pet names he gave her -- she chuckled to herself as they popped into her head -- were funny. What the hell even was a knucklehead mcspazzatron?

“Miss Brooks” Riley shook herself of her thoughts as the x-ray tech returned and made her way over. “I apologize that took so long.”

Riley smiled up at her. “No need to apologize… Are you ready for me now?”

“Not exactly,” she teased in such a cheery tone, Riley slightly lowered her eyelids, holding her gaze. “You most likely won’t be getting x-rays today, sweetie.” She held a fisted hand out to Riley and opened her palm to reveal the small object inside. “You’re pregnant.”

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