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jkfanfr · 1 year ago

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorche The Series (BL)

Let me tell you something real quick, this couple won my heart once i watched the series. Their partnership was incredible and i recommend watching it (sexual content warning, maybe not the first bl you should watch but amazing nonetheless)

It’s my first work on Alpha and Omega stories, so i’m sorry if there is any mistakes, but have fun my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Let me know if you can see the signature line~ 😏

Italics are thoughts

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

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What does an omega do when he’s in heat, but attending an important meeting with his alpha who is the CEO?

Well, Pete is an omega and his alpha is Vegas.

Vegas is serious, talented, smug, and always gets his way. Very handsome, with a muscular and toned body

Pete is a caring, introverted sweetheart. Seems weak, but is actually so skilful, strong and athletic

People were head over heels for that type. When it comes to Pete and Vegas, you’d think people will be awed and obsessed with such a physic and man like Vegas, but no no no. It was true that many were interested in Pete.

His quiet and blunt soul was one which caught many eyes, him being an omega was just a treat in addition to all of that goodness.

Vegas was not happy about that at all, i mean.. who would want many guys and girls falling over their lover? No one. Vegas wasn’t into sharing either, never was, and never will.

The omega was all his, belonged to him, devoted to him. Even if they’ve only been dating for a couple of months, his handsome alpha knew he was the one. The one he loved, was whipped for, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Pete felt the exact same, not wanting to end the beautiful love they shared with each other. It was golden, maybe even magical, and truly never-ending.

In the meeting room, Kinn was at one end of the table with Porsche beside him. Arm and Pol sat down on one side with Tankhun on the other side. There was an empty seat next to him which Pete made his way to sit in.

On the way, he saw Kinn’s tail caressing Porsche at the back, making Porsche turn red. Pete laughed quietly to himself, as he sat next to Tankhun, to which, he smiled and bowed to him out of respect.

Vegas was sat at the other end, giving a small smirk to Pete as he sipped on his coffee, his ears looking as fluffy as ever as his tail wagging behind him.

Kinn- “So Vegas..why are we here?”

Vegas- “Right. I wanted to inform you all on my new business plan for the company. As the CEO, and you as my buisness partner, i have to let you know the changes right?”

Kinn- “Right, so, what’s your idea”

Porsche- “It better not be stupid like that time when you were making Arm and Pol dress up like inflatable balloons.”

Vegas- “Actually, that was was Tankhun’s idea”

Tankhun- “Well, jokes on you Porsche, it worked. Entertainment wise, and sales wise”

Arm- “Not gonna lie, it was fun to do”

Pol- “Baby don’t lie, it wasn’t”

Arm- “Only because you tripped and fell down a block of stairs in front of everyone”

Porsche- “Wait?! You fell?!”

Arm- “Yeah! He did, Pete has the video”

Porsche- “No way..! Pete you better send me that!”

Arm and Porsche burst out laughing, Tankhun laughing too. Pol crossed his arms over his chest, giving Arm an annoyed look. Pete brought out his phone, showing them all the video as he laughed happily with them, Pol sulking a little, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.

Vegas couldn’t help but laugh too, as his omega sat there, turning a little red. He suddenly was feeling uncomforted for some reason, his body rising up in heat.

Pete smiled it off though, trying not to make it obvious that he wasn’t feeling his best.

Vegas- “Ok ok, enough of that, let me show you all my plan then.”

Pete changed his focus to Vegas, his body playing with itself and the heat. He didn’t know what it was, it just wasn’t normal.

Vegas had eyes of a hawk, he easily could tell something was off about his omega. He didn’t look this red when he entered, that’s because he always looked at the little things when it came to Pete. Vegas loved every part of him.

Vegas- “Ok, so, to get business booming, i think we should focus on celebrities, maybe them becoming a partner in our company.”

Pete- “Hold up.”

Everyone took an eye on Pete, who was still a bit red, but looked up a Vegas

Arm- “What’s up Pete?”

Pete- “May I add something Vegas?”

Vegas- “It’s Mr Theerapanyakul to you”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, as Kinn scoffed a little with Porsche.

Porsche- “God you’re so extra Vegas”

Vegas- “Shush, let me hear you Pete”

Everyone shushed up at Vegas’ request as Pete stood up from his chair.

Pete- “Vegas, let me add something”

Vegas- “Call me Mr Theerapanyakul Pete.”

Vegas’ tail swished side to side, as Pete grinned. Pete decided to walk up to where Vegas was. He physically pulled him by the arm, making him sit down in his own chair next to Tankhun. The rest of them laughed softly, as Pete controlled his alpha, something which wasn’t so common.

Tankhun- “Well done my Pete”

Pol- “It’s the fact that Vegas wouldn’t let anyone else do this”

They all laughed at that, even Vegas himself as he looked at Pete with playful eyes, his smirk sprouting again.

Pete- “Let me bring an idea to the table”

Kinn- “Show us what you got then.”

Pete stood infront of the table, bringing some of his files with him.

Pete- “Alright, so Kinn, i think instead of celebrities, influencers would be a better choice.”

Kinn raised his eyebrows, Porsche giving Pete a smile of admiration. Pete was an intelligent man for his kind. As an omega, he has wits and a smart brain, some others were a bit brainless and clumsy, aka Porsche.

Pete- “The reason for this is because influencers have many followers, with many viewers. They upload daily, with many taking an interest in what they do in their life. Celebrities don’t always have this kind of popularity. If this would be possible, our company should reach out to these influencers, so they could advertise our products we provide, and they could give a good rating to possibly thousands of viewers.”

Tankhun stood up, giving Pete an applaud as he smiled nervously. They all gave an applaud, except for his stubborn alpha, who was looking a little salty, but still giving Pete a smirk

Tankhun- “Awh! Pete, you’re brilliant!”

Kinn- “I must say Pete, you’re more smart than you think”

Porsche- “Mhm, i’m fully in with the idea”

Kinn- “Me too, i agree with it all, i think it’s really good”

Arm- “We both agree as well, what about you Vegas?”

Vegas kept quiet, sipping on some coffee as he looked at Pete. His omega leaned over the table, looking at Vegas directly in the eyes, his ears kept high as always.

Pete- “How was it Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Vegas- “Ok ok, it wasn’t bad. I agree with it”

Pete grinned as he looked at Vegas, becoming a little more red as he sat in his normal seat, Vegas going back to his own.

Tankhun- “Wow Pete, you should come up with the business ideas more often”

Pete- “Haha, thank you Tankhun”

Vegas- “Yeah yeah, alright, let’s go over the people we already have now”

As Vegas, Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun went over some files, Arm and Pol talking amongst themselves, Pete was sitting down quietly. He felt some heat pulse through him, so much to a point it hurt. His abdomen hurt really badly after some time, making him breath heavily and turn red.

He held into his stomach a little with his hand, feeling like his gonna burst with pain. Tankhun was the first to notice and put his hand on Pete’s shoulder for support.

Tankhun- “Are you alright Pete?”

Pete- “Oh, i’m alright don’t worry”

The omega smiled the pain away, but as everyone continued to talk and as his alpha, Vegas instantly knew something was wrong. His senses kicked in and it was very strong, something he couldn’t ignore. He sniffed a little, and was instantly caught in a sweet scent.. like Pete?

Pete was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating. He tried to hide it as much as possible, by re-reading files over and over again, hoping Tankhun wouldn’t see and question him again.

Vegas continued to sniff around, the sweet scent getting better and better, to a point it’s intoxicating.

Kinn- “You alright Vegas? Why are you sniffing nothing?”

Vegas- “I’m not sniffing nothing you idiot. Don’t you smell that?”

Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun started smelling the air a little, shaking their heads, pretty puzzled.

Porsche- “There’s nothing”

Tankhun- “Yeah, what are you smelling Vegas?”

Vegas stayed quiet, the sweet smell of what was the exact same as Pete getting stronger, making him desire something. He looked over towards Pete, noticing he’s covering up his face a little, but had a gut feeling that it was coming from Pete.

Vegas- No..is Pete in? Heat?! It can’t be..

Arm- “Are you guys done yet?!”

Pol- “What’s the point of us being here if you’re not gonna talk to us?”

Tankhun- “Ai! Shut up Pol, i’m trying to focus”

Arm- “Hey! Leave my baby alone”

Arm put his arms around Pol, holding him sweetly. Pol gave him a weirded out expression, but then smiled warmly at him

Pol- “I’m not your baby Arm”

Arm- “Then what are you? My honeybun?~”

Pol- “If i’m your honeybun, then you’re my cutie pie~”

Arm blushed profoundly as they both sweetly smiled at each other. Tankhun looked at them with disgust

Tankhun- “Ugh, you guys are so in love..”

Pete- “Khun.. Love is a beautiful thing, forever and always devoted to one another”

Arm and Pol nodded appealingly, as Kinn and Porsche’s ears straightened up, meaning he was satisfied. Vegas smirked at Pete’s words, admiring the omega. He was an interesting mixture of things, but all in all, he was perfect.

Tankhun- “As if! I hear Kinn and Porsche moaning at each other all the time.”

Porsche- “Huh?!”

Porches and Pete nearly chocked on the coffee they were drinking. As omega’s, they were beyond shocked at Tankhun’s sudden words. The alpha’s grinned a bit as the rest of them looked at each other, still stunned at Tankhun’s words

Vegas- “What do you mean by that?”

Tankhun- “They’re always complaining at each other.”

Pete- “Oh.. i see..”

Pete and Vegas made suspicious but playful eye contact at one another before giggling softly. They all burst out laughing expect for Tankhun

Tankhun- “Guys? What are you laughing at? Pete?”

He tapped Pete’s shoulder, as Pete attempted to stop laughing.

Pete- “It’s nothing, don’t worry”

The omega let out a soft groan out of pain from his abdomen again. This time the pain worsened. Tankhun put his hand on Pete’s arm out of support. Vegas immediately picked up that sweet scent again, becoming attracted to it once more.

Porsche- “You alright Pete?”

Pete- “I’m ok, don’t worry. I just have a stomach ache”

Porsche- “Are you sure that’s all?”

Vegas- “Mhm, if you’re not well Pete, i can take you home.”

Pete was going to decline, but as the pain deepened in harshness and heaviness, he felt his face go red again, his mind filling with desire. His alpha continued to sniff that sweet smell, which seemed to be coming from Pete.

Vegas- i knew it was heat, oh my baby..you’ll be ok, i promise

Pete- “Actually.. that would be better if that’s ok with you all?”

Kinn- “It’s totally fine Pete, take it easy”

Porsche- “Yeah, let me know when you’re better”

Pete- “Thank you guys”

Vegas stood up from his chair, his tail swishing from side to side as he took his omega’s hand, slowly taking him through the office door and into the hallway, which they walked through to get to their car.

Vegas- “What’s up with you baby?”

Pete- “Nothing, it’s just my abdomen hurts really bad”

Vegas- “Does it?” he’s in heat, his first heat. that’s why he doesn’t know if it is or not. i’ll treat you well Pete, my love

Pete- “Yeah..i feel really hot babe”

Vegas- “Do you want some water?”

Pete- “No..i don’t want water Vegas..”

Vegas stopped for a second, putting one hand around Pete’s waist as he put his hand to his forehead.

Vegas- “Goodness love, you’re sweating”

Pete- “It hurts..”

Pete held his abdomen again, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was. His ears dropped down out of the pain he was in.

Vegas- “Baby, i..i think you’re in your first heat”

Pete- “Huh?”

For a smart omega like Pete, he was a little clueless when in came to things like this. Even Pete thought for a bit and realised it as well.

Pete- “Baby..i-What do i do?”

Vegas- “What do you want baby?”

Pete- “I want..”

Pete looked at Vegas’ red eyes, getting a little heated and giddy on the inside. He desires something, or someone perhaps..

Pete- “You”

Pete looked at him, his frosty eyes deepening in red as his ears were pointed upwards, still. His tail swished excitedly but lustily, hoping Vegas would give him what he wants. He’s always wanted Vegas to pound into him as he curled his fingers around his ears, his tail linked with his as they continuously moan at the deep and pure pleasure.

God those horny thoughts tortured the omega, making him growl, and nearly cum in his boxers. He looked at Vegas with desperation, praying that he’d agree. As an omega, he was a pretty horny one, not like Porsche. He’d always masturbate when he needed too, of course, without his alpha knowing, otherwise he’d get spanked. He shivered a little remembering that. Pete would though imagine his first time with Vegas, and it being the best he’s ever had.

Pete- “P-Please baby?~ Na?”

Vegas was lost for words, Pete’s actions and words just made him wanna melt like ice on fire. But damn was Pete hot when he was all desperate and horny, he’d never seen anything like it, but was gonna make sure that it was always seen. Of course, just for himself, he’s not gonna share such perfection with someone else. God he’d never. Vegas would never get enough of Pete, and especially not this side of him.

Pete- “Can you do it for me na?~”

Vegas- God help me..…

Now.

Pete brought his mouth close to Vegas’ ear, making him lean back against the wall. Pete kept his hands on the back of his neck as he whispered in a deep and breathy tone, his hot breath hitting the alpha’s ear.

Pete- “Oh please hun?~ I want you so badly, so badly i’m in pain.~”

Vegas growled at Pete, making him grin in victory. Vegas smirked deafeningly, pulling Pete along with him by his hand. They reached the car, as Vegas threw him inside the front passenger seat. He sat in the drivers seat, going to rev up the engine as he hastily put his seatbelt on

Pete- “What’s the rush babes?~”

Vegas- Damn it Pete, you’ve got to stop before i lose my mind

The omega kept on teasing him, having the most amount of fun while doing so. The man loved making Vegas groan with much heat and desperation inside of him. Though the alpha said nothing, his eyes were turning to a deeper red than before as his ears stood proud on his head, you could tell he was impatient and horny, wanting to do the most to his devilish omega.

Pete put his seatbelt on, as he grinned once more, declaring victory again as his alpha looked at his expression. Vegas just wanted to kiss him so much, make him fall deeper in love with him as he begs for mercy under him as his cock is crashing against his prostate.

The alpha felt pre cum swirl around in his boxers as he felt his legs twitching, his trousers tightening against his skin. Pete kept that innocent tone and expression on his face, driving Vegas absolutely mental.

Pete- “Don’t drive so quick hun, otherwise you won’t make it home, well, we won’t make it home”

Pete giggled a little, keeping that innocence on the prowl, making Vegas groan softly, continuing to drive at a higher speed. Right beside him, was Pete, taking his shirt off, which made Vegas’ eyes widen.

Vegas- “What are you doing Pete?!”

Pete- “I’m hot baby..~”

Vegas- Which hot do you mean? Both seem correct to me, fuck i’m getting hot inside. Pete you have to stop before i lose my shit.

Vegas nodded at him, placing his hand on Pete’s thigh as he took his shirt off, feeling the cool breeze of the ac hit his body, as he sighed, satisfied.

Time skip

(i can’t wait)

The alpha grabbed some handcuffs, and a blindfold, throwing it on the bed as he pushed his omega further back, making him lean on the headboard.

Vegas- “Choose a safe word baby”

Pete- “Umm.. Green”

Vegas- “Lovely, whenever you wanna stop, just say it to me, and i’ll end it immediately”

Vegas talked in a assured tone, putting his deep needy and horny self to the side for a second. He was so infatuated with Pete, wanting to keep him safe and protected at all costs, never wanting to let him go.

Vegas- “Understood baby?”

Pete- “Mhm, i got it”

Vegas- “Now, i was thinking of taking some chances with you tonight, but only if you’re ok with it”

Pete- “I’m ok with it Vegas”

Pete replied swiftly, making Vegas a little unsure. He didn’t want Pete to regret anything tonight, even if he had a safe word. He wanted to make sure Pete knew what he was getting into

Vegas- “Are you sure baby?”

Pete- “Give me all you got daddy~”

Vegas’ eyes widened, as he growled a bit, his tail caressing Pete’s legs as he stood on his knees in front of him, getting closer and closer. The omega winked at him, his cheeks dusted in a florescent pinkish colour. Vegas gave his signature smirk, grazing his chin with his fingertips, looking at him with love and lustful passion.

Vegas- daddy huh Pete?

Vegas looked at him, keeping that same smirk on his face the whole time.

Vegas- “What did you just call me?”

Pete- “Daddy, why?”

Vegas was surprised at Pete’s confidence, but god he was obsessed already.

Vegas- “If you keep calling me that, i can’t guarantee you can walk tomorrow”

Pete- “I wasn’t expecting to be able to anyways”

Pete already had this all planned in his head, his wet dreams, sinful fantasies and stories were all coming true.

Vegas- “You’re just what i desire, come here hun”

And with that, the alpha pulled Pete close to him, smashing his lips on his, giving force and thrash in the kiss. Though it was intense, it truly showed how much they wanted this, how much they waited for such a moment. Vegas’ hands scrolled down to Pete’s tail, helping them both rock their bodies against each other. Pete moaned in between the harsh kisses they were so devoted too, sending Vegas shivers down his spine. He hadn’t heard anything like it, but god it was gonna be his new obsession

drug

medication

music

Vegas’ mind was completely full of infinite things and ideas, as he nonstop kissed his lover, shoving his tongue deep within his warm cavern, sending Pete to heaven already. The heat pulsed through their body, as they kept nice and close to each other, basically sharing that burning passion they had alit.

The alpha spreaded out Pete’s legs, after throwing his trousers to the ground. His eyes glistened with that red glow, showing how ready he was to just obliterate his omega with that pleasure he’s been longing for.

Vegas- “Let me put those cuffs on you darling”

Pete raised his hands up in the air, allowing Vegas to cuff them to the headboard, not to tight, enough for them to wiggle around a bit.

Vegas- “That ok?”

Pete- “Mhm, it feels nice, but i wanna touch you”

Vegas- “You will love, i’ll let you in a bit, but for now..”

Vegas pushed him down onto the bed, laying him down as he rested his chin on Pete’s, making them seal eye contact for a couple seconds.

Vegas- “Let me pleasure my sweet and delectable Pete”

Vegas growled a bit, licking his lips as his ears stood proud and ready. Pete chuckled softly at his words, but it was soon silenced as Vegas immediately started sucking his sweet spot

Pete- damn it feels so good

Pete’s eyes were shut, consuming all of the pleasure Vegas was giving him.

Pete- “Love, you’re so quick”

Vegas- “I know you well honey”

Pete- “Maybe a bit too will Vegas~”

Vegas- “I wouldn’t use it to my advantage baby, don’t you worry”

Pete smiled a little, letting out soft moans from Vegas’ touch.

Vegas- “Now, here comes the fun bit”

The alpha brought out his blindfold, brushing it across Pete’s chest, outlining his pecs with the straps of it

Pete- “Are you gonna make me wear it”

Vegas- “You don’t have a choice hun”

Pete groaned a little, laughing softly as Vegas put the blindfold on. All he saw was the darkness, and could only guess where his lover was by his scent, and movements.

Pete sniffed until he could perfectly tell where Vegas was, he had that musky rose scent, one which was flavourful and deeply coated around the man.

Pete- “Come back here baby~ D-Don’t leave me alone..”

Pete was super desperate, the pain inside his abdomen was returning, he needed Vegas to give him his medicine. Not pills, not liquid, but his hard cock deep inside of him

Vegas- “Give me a sec love”

Vegas took his clothes off, a smirk sprouting on his face as he crawled on the bed, pouncing on the man with a growl as he shoved his lips onto his, grabbing his nape as he pulled him closer. Pete was stunned for a second, but immediately gave back into it, the same strength, harshness and intensity, though filled with an immaculate amount of love and passion for each other. It seemed no one would be able to get them off of each other, they were glued together tightly, forever.

Vegas- “You taste like candy baby”

Pete gave a flushed smile, as he continued to kiss his alpha, obsessed with the way he talked, moved and kissed him. Everything about him was addicting, like a full on drug. The best kind.

Vegas- “Let me prep you, otherwise it’ll hurt real bad”

Pete- “How bad?”

Vegas- “Worse than the pain you have right now”

Pete have a cracked smile with a little worry, he was a bit scared that it would hurt. Of course, the omega knew Vegas wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. His alpha could read the anxiousness on his smile, as he held his cheek assuringly and adoringly.

Vegas- “It won’t hurt baby, and if it does, you have a safe word.”

Pete- “It’s ok, i’m fine. I trust you, it’s just i’m scared it’ll hurt nonetheless. I’ve never done this before”

Vegas- “Don’t worry my love, i promised i would always take good care of you, so i won’t break that promise”

Pete gave a warm smile, as he lifted his head up to give him a sweet kiss. Vegas’ red eyes, which seemed to be a bit more calmer than before, stared at the blinded sweetheart.

Vegas- “Sit nicely for me”

Pete sat up properly, his arms wriggling in the handcuffs. His eyes were seeing pitch black, though his nose sniffing Vegas’ scent and his ears stood up tall and proud. Vegas then put two fingers in Pete’s mouth, making him suck on them. His tongue swirled around his fingers, gasping for breath every couple of seconds.

Vegas- “Good boy, just a little more for me”

Pete continued to let his mouth play around, especially his tongue. His saliva covered Vegas’ fingers as he took them out of his mouth. Vegas played around with his cock, stroking it and getting it prepped with that pre-cum. He then stuffed his fingers up Pete’s hole, as Pete himself half screamed

Pete- “Ah!~ Ow-Oh!~”

Vegas continued to finger him, adding not 1, not 2, but 3 of his long fingers, till they hit his prostate, sending him to heaven.

Pete- “Oh god~ That’s so good, fuck!~”

Vegas- “Ready for daddy?”

Pete- “Mmh~ I-I’m ready for daddy”

Vegas- “You sure kitten?”

God Pete nearly growled at that name, though he was a wolf, being called that made him feel some things inside his heart and through heated body like warm blood.

Pete- “Mhm, your kitten is ready”

Vegas- “Good boy, flip over for me”

Pete did as he was told, having a little struggle as he couldn’t see and move his hands properly. He made sure he did it just right for Vegas. He didn’t wanna wait any longer and deal with the pain, which was getting worse.

Pete- “Hurry up baby!”

He complained, making Vegas kiss his cheek, ruffling his soft hair adoringly. The alpha knew his omega was in much pain, he also knew the first heat would be the worse with pain and harm to the body.

Vegas- “I’m here honey, i won’t make you wait for too long.”

Vegas spread out Pete’s legs even further, luckily, he was quite flexible. Who knew it would be so handy when it came to sex?

Vegas aimed his long and hard cock at Pete’s tight looking hole, as he entered him slowly. Pete half-screamed at the pain and suddenness of him entering.

Pete- “Ah~ V-Vegas!”

Vegas entered him halfway, giving him time to adjust to his size. Pete breathed heavily, his heart racing against his chest as he took the pain.

Vegas- “You ok baby?”

Pete- “Mmh~ Y-Yeah..Can you move now?”

Vegas nodded, kissing his cheek as he thrusted inside of Pete, careful to go slowly so his omega doesn’t feel much pain. His tail encircled Pete’s foot, his ears low as the pleasure got to him quick. He continued thrusting into Pete, hearing the heavenly moans coming from his mouth. Pete rustled in his handcuffs, only seeing darkness but knowing Vegas was behind it, enjoying it as much as him.

Pete- “Uh~ Fuck Vegas!~ M-More honey~”

Vegas- “Can you take it kitten?”

Pete- “Yeah~ I can take it all my alpha”

Vegas smirked a little, excited to play around with Pete’s desires and fantasies. He bend down towards his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he pounded into him. Pete was obsessed by now, his moans getting louder and louder, truly showing how much he loved this.

Vegas- “Good Pete?”

Pete- “Mhm~ So good~”

Vegas kept on pleasuring his omega, feeling the warmth of him get better and better as he continued to pound against his prostate. Their moans, sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room with fire-like heat. But damn it was one that they never wanted to put out.

Pete- “Please Vegas..let me see you”

Without hesitating, Vegas took off the blindfold, revealing Pete’s twinkling eyes, little tears streaming down on his cheeks. Vegas melted a little on the inside as he kissed those tears away. He’s never want to experience Pete in tears, it would hurt his fragile heart too much.

Pete- “I..I~ I’m c-close honey..~”

Vegas- “Cum for me baby, i’m here”

Vegas caressed his cheek, kissing his soft lips as Pete came all over his abs. He groaned at the smoothing and soothing pleasure coming to him as he filled Pete with his cum. Pete felt comforted at Vegas’ words of affection, knowing Vegas was here for him made him feel so cared for.

Pete- “Mh..that was so good honey”

Pete laid down on the bed, as Vegas took his handcuffs off. Vegas sat opposite of him, their heads close to each other.

Vegas- “Do you know how sexy you are?”

Pete- “Sexy enough for you”

Vegas- “You’re such a tease, who knew you’d be this good in bed huh?”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, caressing his cheek as he laid a kiss on his lips.

Vegas- “Sleep honey, you must be tired”

Pete- “Mhm, my legs are about to fall off”

Vegas- “You’re welcome Pete”

Pete rolled his eyes, though entertained. He rested in Vegas’ embrace, feeling the love taking over the lust that was once in the room. The devotion they had for each other, the passion and admiration was limitless. It’s something that couldn’t be compared too.

Later that night..

Pete- “Vegas..”

Vegas groaned a little as he heard Pete, he stretched slightly, talking in a groggy and tired voice.

Vegas- “What happened love..?”

Pete- “I’m hurting again..”

Vegas- “Need me again?”

Pete- “I know it’s the third time tonight..but..”

Vegas- “I don’t care how many time we do it, as long as you’re well and satisfied, i’m happy”

Pete- “Awh..i love you..”

Pete caressed his cheek, kissing his sweet lips softly.

Vegas- “I love you too Pete~”

Pete- “So..can we..”

Vegas- “Get on my lap and ride the shit out of me babyboy”

Pete widened his eyes a little and the sudden switch up of Vegas. There was two sides of him, one which he loved and one which he desired

Pete climbed onto his lap, Vegas’ hands gripping his waist tightly as they kissed each other’s plump and sweet lips, their bodies against each other and their tongues dancing the night away..

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Gosh, a whirlwind, i hope Pete survived that night..

Thank you for reading! Hopefully i’ll be back soon to be able to supply you with many fanfics! <8

P.S- Feel free to request anything you’d like. I do SMUT and FLUFF. BL’s would be preferred though as i’ve watched many, so i’d be able to work on character depth and development better! :D

Thank you once more my lovelies~

-reii

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vegaseatsass · 2 years ago

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for the ask game!! 20, 21, 22

These are such good ones! Thank you, anon! 20. part of canon you found tedious or boring & 22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores I'm going to do these two together, because when I looked deep within for the answer to 20 (since at this point I am pretty sincerely engaged by every single little moment in KPTS ahaha), I realized that there were the parts of canon I found a bit tedious to get through in my first viewing, that I'm always overeager when I'm showing the series to someone new for them to get through so they get to what I think are the emotional hooks of the story and keep watching, but many of those parts are now the answer to 22? Like every part of Porsche defiantly sucking at his job in episode 2: hard/cringy to watch on the first viewing, but on second glance I'm so proud of him for resisting the situation he was put in every way he knew how. He can't quit, quietly or otherwise, but he CAN suck!! Lol. We see in the bar and the boxing ring that Porsche puts his all into his work and is amazing at it, so it's a bit heartwrenching to me, how being punished and shelved and told he's the worst of the lot is such effective conditioning to get him to start willingly working hard at this role he was coerced into. It's fun to watch bodyguard Porsche be all bamf and hypercompetent later, but it is a loss of agency and there is a tragedy in it, so yeah, I love the freedom and whimsy of episode 2 now and hold it so close to my heart. (I also savor the amount of Tankhun we get in episodes 2 & 3!) Similarly, I, like just about everyone else ever, found the Tawan episodes a bit draggy compared to how enthralled I was in episodes 4-8 and 11-13, but after poring over weird little guy Tawan in my head, and reading meta about him (how he was the woman in the tower and a picture of where Porsche could have ended up, and still might), I'm obsessed with both him and those episodes, and think fandom should talk about both 400% more than it does. I mean, EYE should talk about him 400% more than I do, whenever I forget about Tawan in a ship poll or whatever I give myself the stinkeye but yeah, there is so much to mine in those episodes (Vegas doesn't seduce with whips and chains he seduces with smol sad boy eyes and MARRIAGE PROPOSALS; Arm showing his love by helping you surveil your boyfriend who is his boss?), let's ignore them less, fandom!

To try to give an honest answer about what I find boring in canon now, I will say that I thrilled over all the late canon Kinn/Porsche domestic bliss on my first viewing, and I still love the tonal dissonance of how sweet and happy they seem before the narrative reveals that Porsche's being there is even more coerced than he thought, and Kinn knew that, and now here are 5 other fucked up reveals that they're both going to look away from so they can be together - but bread placement aside, a lot of those later scenes don't really tickle my brain on rewatch. I'm like: GO BACK TO THE FUCKY DRAMA ALREADY!! lol 21. part of canon you think is overhyped See I'm gonna suck at this meme because I don't think that anything is overhyped as in fans talk about something too much when it's not that great, but I will say the early Vegas/Pete interactions (magnum dong condom scene, temple scene) stir almost nothing in me shipwise. I love the stakeout scene for Pete flinging himself at Pol (and on my second viewing, for the realization that Pete is SO competent at so many things but not??? spying??? so why does Kinn keep sending him???), and I love the temple scene for Macau's eagerness to wingman for his brother @ prey animals (and in retrospect, it is fun that they have this "we'll make it through so many near-death experiences together" foreshadowing), but the actual Vegaspete of it all did nothing for me in those moments. It took a while for me to suspend my disbelief when reading fanfic and imagine that there was any chemistry between them before Pete was cackling in the throes of ball torture.

#kpts #asks

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watchinglikeafangirl · 2 years ago

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Isolation - VegasPete scene analysis

Was the VegasPete scene romantic or not? I don't think VegasPete ever was romantic, they are not supposed to be romantic.

KinnPorsche is a romance where they find freedom in each other. It's the kind of love story everybody wishes for, to find someone you just completely vibe with and who makes your life more meaningful, more exciting. But not every relationship is like that, not everything starts out as the realization of liking each other's company. VegasPete is intitially different. They don't find freedom in each other because it's not what they seek. They find understanding, they suffer together. So I wouldn't say the sex scene was romantic. There are shared emotions but it isn't love. Vegas is grieving and it's all filled with desire and lust and curiosity. They allow each other to have a certain amount of control but not too much in order to still protect themselves.

Pete and Vegas are both people who protect their hearts, locked it deep inside their chest, so they are a lot more selfish than KinnPorsche and won't define their emotions about the other's opinion to that extent. They are just more closed off to the world and maybe they will be each other's freedom but it starts as an understanding. A past they share, a past they bond over.

This scene was mainly happening to numb the pain. Vegas was crying his eyes out, confused he could be this upset about a hedgehog's death and slapped himself to replace the inner pain with physical pain. He is in his world, doing what he always did, punishing himself. Pete gets him out of there and Vegas instantly changes the topic. He is hurt, he feels pain and he wants to numb this pain. He is not wrong about what he then says to Pete but we have to acknowledge that Vegas acts selfish here, wants to help himself. He finds a way, bringing up things he noticed the past days. The conversation is no longer about his grief, the mission was successful, the pain can be numbed.

"You're freaking stupid to hurt yourself." "But you like it, don't you?"

Vegas knows he can get what he wants if he initiates the intimate contact of skin between them. He knows Pete is not running away, is curious and fascinated. Pete had the chance to run away but he stayed because he's not afraid. Throughout this whole interaction with Vegas' hand on Pete's throat and cheek, Pete doesn't look away once. He is not intimidated, it's not too much for him to take and he doesn't run away from the choice Vegas wants him to make. Because after all, it's Pete's choice. This scene is no r*pe and Vegas doesn't have the intention to mentally hurt the other as much as some people kinda wanted him to.

"I know exactly what I want."

All Vegas seeks is healing, escaping and numbness to the world and his inside, so he doesn't want to hurt Pete, steps away even, when he thinks Pete doesn't "let it out". He is disappointed, of course, but he respects Pete's choice. The grab on the throat alone is showing the want to control. But if we combine it with caressing Pete's cheek, it becomes more tender and caring than that. Vegas isn't the only one in control here. By giving Pete the choice, he lets Pete be in charge as well. The most visible change in who's in control and who is not happens, when Pete grabs Vegas and pulls him into a kiss. Vegas is surprised, we can see that because his hands only slowly seek Pete's hair and neck.

The scene takes a full turn the second things get spicy because up until now it was an "I'm interested, are you?"-thing and the camera stayed put. But then, we get a very long montage of many switching camera angles underlined by a nerve-wrecking and psychotic music. It somehow looks like they're on drugs and maybe they really feel like they are because there are many emotions mixed together. It's all very intense. The characters are beside themselves. There's no close-up, no front profile, no admiration. It's not about beauty or love, it's about "letting it out" and unlocking the true desires.

The scene seems so unreal and like an halluzination because they are so isolated from the real world. There's not reality or outside that could varify if it really happened or not. KinnPorsche had sex in front of a window. The citylights watched them, the real world was right there and they went on with their lives outside after that, to clearify it did happen. VegasPete don't have that. They are alone in that house, in a room without windows.

We see Vegas being above Pete but in a 90 degree angle.

We see sweaty skin.

We see shared kisses that don't go too deep.

It's something new and nobody knows what it is but it's there. Vegas' mission of numbing the pain is successful. He unlocks something new and exciting far from reality and beyond heaven but not hell. It's again something that is not good and not bad, not right nor wrong. The fact there's so few talking in this scene but so many mixed colors and messy style of editing, shows this exact grey area.

The most important thing is, Pete chose to go this far. He hands the rope over to Vegas and Vegas appreciates it, kisses his hands. The sex itself doesn't seem to be messy or painful. It's coming from a place too emotional to be reckless.

The last close-up is very important with Pete smiling like he feels fulfilled and happy about unlocking this side of him whereas Vegas looks confused about what just happened and scared what Pete does to or with him. Because even though Vegas wanted to numb the pain and wanted to have a little fun instead, the situation turned into something far different from that because Pete wasn't a passive partner and initiated things himself. It's different from what Vegas expected but he liked it and I think he is scared what power Pete has over him and if he is willing to give him that power. He got carried away, gave up his power and control even though that's not what he usually likes.

But still, this scene is not romantic. It's a rollercoaster, really, and these two just have a mutual understanding. They sought understanding and got it. It's not love yet. It's something that has the potential of turning into love but there are other steps before it can be called love.

#vegaspete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series

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leedongwook · 2 years ago

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Vegas' body feels heavy and his mind is foggy. His ears are ringing and there’s this iron taste in his mouth. Something forces its way up his throat and he needs to cough. There’s wetness on his lips and he runs his tongue over them. He can’t see much because his vision is blurry. Why is everything so heavy? Suddenly there’s a presence next to him. A soft touch to his cheek.

“VEGAS!”

Vegas blinks a couple of times, but he’s so tired.

“Open your eyes, Vegas. Please don’t do this.”

When did he close his eyes? Everything is so hard. Moving is hard. Breathing is hard. His chest feels tight.

Someone’s lying on his chest now, shaking him.

“Vegas, please, pleassee!”

Vegas opens his eyes, it takes so much effort he wants to close them again. But he needs to see. Needs to see what poor soul is begging him to stay alive when he deserves to die so much.

He concentrates on keeping his eyes open and they clear up for a second. He can see who it is now.

Pete.

His beautiful Pete.

He’s holding him tight, shaking him, begging him to stay.

He begged him to stay too. Vegas remembers.

But no one stays with him. Everyone leaves him. It’s what he deserves, isn’t it?

“I’m here Vegas, I’m here. Please don’t leave me.”

He can see Pete crying. Beautiful crystal clear tears running down the other man’s face. He hurt Pete again, right. He always hurts him, but all Vegas wants is to give him love.

Love.

What is love? What does it mean? To love.

Breathing gets harder and his eyes threaten to close again every second. He takes all his strength and moves his hand toward Pete. He wants to feel him for the last time.

“Vegas?”

Pete looks at him. His eyes are so clear but dark in color. He tainted them into this color. Vegas did this.

The other man looks beautiful and Vegas wishes he could look at him forever. He can’t though, he doesn’t deserve it.

He reaches out and his fingers touch Pete’s cheek, gently. He feels the wetness of tears on the other man’s face.

“You’re gonna be ok. Please. Please.”

Vegas smiles at that. He knows he’s dying. Pete’s always been the optimistic one. He hopes the other man can keep this positivity.

Vegas can feel his life flow out of him though, with every drop of blood tainting the floor in a red sea.

He runs his fingers over Pete’s face, leaving a small red line on it. His heart aches not from the wounds but from having to leave Pete.

His Pete.

He should have been the one to kill him. Not even that wish was him granted. Life is cruel, he learned that at a young age.

Vegas rubs Pete's cheek again, smiling at him.

He’s crying now, too. Tears and blood running down his face.

“I wanted it to be you, Pete. I wanted it to be you.”

Vegas looks at him one last time and then he lets the darkness swallow him whole.

#I LOVE PAIN #do you?#kinnporsche #vegaspete #kinnporsche fanfiction #vegaspete fanfiction #my writing #my fics #haleys fics

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chapitre7 · 2 years ago

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we shall be united as monsters

รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series fanfiction

Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun

5.2k words

Alternate Universe

Demon summoning and Demonic Possession

Rated M for: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Blood

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Red paint on the ground, dust rising in a cloud as his fingers move in the shape of the summoning circle. Old flashlight on the ground, its projection flickering, maybe due to an old battery, maybe due to the air that grows heavy upon the crossroad. Pete is dirty from more than just kneeling on the pavement or sweating into his clothes. Dirt clings to his fingernails, into wounds in his hands and up his nostrils, into his organs and bloodstream, settling on his bones. Dirt that are also words, spat with venom, boots that fall upon his stomach and chest and head until he lays broken but not dead. Not dead. Alive for this moment in the dead of night, nothing visible but the thread of light from the flashlight he stole from his father’s garage. Flickering, in, out. In, out.

He closes the circle perfectly, despite everything. Blood drips from his mouth. His fingers rise and fall into high arcs, looped characters. He calls for the morning star. He calls for anything that can hear, because no one else had dared to. His teachers pretend not to know, his neighbors look away when he looks at them. Eyes and ears closed. Kneeling on the ground, covering himself in red, Pete screams without a voice.

One would think he’s giving up now. Reaching into a darkness that no one is supposed to see, for his soul’s eternal damnation. It is not so. He draws and draws the patterns that he memorized, no need for a reference anymore. In the stories, darkness always hears. The ever-beating heart under the floorboards, inside the wall. Darkness is loud. Darkness listens. Pete paints and he pants, every breath burning on the way in and out. Darkness waits.

Pete just wants to live.

He finishes. Seventeen years and nothing to his name but this. Blood dripping from his mouth, from his broken nose. That was supposed to be the last part of the ritual, but Pete hasn’t stopped bleeding for years. Blood is everywhere he touches. He places his hands flat on the ground and seems to sink into it. He doesn’t, of course. That is not how summoning circles work. He stays there, on his hands and knees, and closes his eyes. Breathes. Hope taking over the pain.

The flashlight flickers out, leaving him in pitch-black darkness. It is night of new moon, and his future is supposed to begin now. Perhaps he’ll stop bleeding now.

He waits. He thinks he was supposed to say something, so he tries to remember it. Pete was always bad at remembering images rather than words. Faces rather than names. Something, something. Doesn’t it always start with I wish?

Nothing special happens. There is no sudden light or glow. For a moment, the world stands still, Pete’s life hanging on those seconds.

Then, Pete hears a sound coming from the distance. It sounds like thunder, but when he opens his eyes, there’s no accompanying flash. The night stays dark, streetlights broken by age or by the hands of men. He waits, breathing through his mouth, until light appears at the end of the black hole road.

The roar grows closer, light shining ahead of it. Feeling heavy and tired, Pete sits on the ground, on the paint, himself a part of the summoning circle. He waits. The headlight approaches, and he thinks it’s going to crash into him. Run him over. Darkness listens, and it answers in unexpected ways. What power did Pete have on darkness, even if he called for it? It would be fitting. It would be a mercy. At least it was never a hand that was supposed to cradle him when he cried.

The motorcycle stops, headlight on Pete’s everything. Pete looks down to avoid the glare. The light is so much brighter than his father’s old flashlight had been, brighter than his phone, brighter than anything at this time of the night. Pete feels small and exposed.

Footsteps on the dirty road. Pete looks up eagerly, fear and hope strangling him at once. There are spots in his vision, and he doesn’t know if it’s from hunger or the way he’s breathing too heavily. Through his blurry, tired eyes, he sees the figure step into the light, shadows cast on its face. It is the figure of a man, wearing the clothes of man, combat boots and jeans and a white shirt that seems to carry light in itself. Pete hasn’t worn clothes that clean in a long time.

The figure stops inside the circle, close enough for Pete to reach out, for his red-stained fingers to grab onto that white shirt. His knees hurt when he places his weight on them, but he does it anyway, clutching onto that figure in the darkness, smearing it with red, saying, “Please,” saying, “you have to end it.” Saying, at last, shattered, “I’ll do anything.”

The figure takes hold of his wrists. Beautiful, pale fingers adorned with ice-cold rings. It takes him and it shoves Pete away, letting Pete fall to the ground. And in that fall that feels slow, prolonged like minutes in the night, Pete breath stutters and he flickers out, like the flashlight. In the seconds before the darkness takes over him, he feels the figure step closer and loom over him.

He thinks he’s already dead when he next wakes up. Lying on a bed he doesn’t know, an unknown man sitting by a desk just a few feet away. The drawn curtains bathe the room in sepia, and in that tone, Pete thinks he knows that man. When the man turns, in his eyes, he seems to know Pete, too.

“Vegas?”

Pete sits up and the man stands up, moving to sit on the edge of the bed Pete’s lying on. Pete cannot tell the time, cannot tell anything but the moment he looks at the man before him.

How old is he? Older than Pete remembers. Pete lifts his hand, places it on that cheek. It’s Vegas. Vegas, who lived next door to him a decade ago. Vegas, who was quiet, who nobody wanted to befriend because he glared too much, because he was unkind. Vegas, who liked to read books none of the other kids understood. Pete had liked them, once he picked them from the shelves where Vegas’s hand had left them. He didn’t understand all of the words, but he had liked the shape of them. The ghosts and flowers and love they painted. When he had approached Vegas with questions about the books, the boy had seemed surprised. When Vegas read for him, all the words took the shape of his voice, as they would forever exist inside of Pete. They existed in him through the years, and Pete remembered them for a while, as he lay bleeding in his bed in the dark.

And then Vegas had died. His house consumed in flames. Not a trace of him ever found, as if blown away by the breath of the wind.

Dead. Vegas had been dead for years. But here is his shape, touching Pete’s bruises, covering his wounds in bandages. Here he is, the tips of his hands cold, stealing the warmth from Pete’s skin. He lifts Pete’s shirt unabashedly, already knowing where Pete is hurt, mending him there.

“Vegas,” Pete says, and his name sounds different in his mouth, now that Pete is seventeen and full of darkness. Vegas looks up, eyes sharp as a knife. He hadn’t been like that in Pete’s memory. He had been a little withdrawn. Lips pursed, as if holding his words back. His lips look different now that he’s grown, now that he has taken the shape of Pete’s devil, now that he looks at Pete head on. There’s a determination on his face now, as if anger had solidified in him like a resolution, like something that grew angles, that cast shadows. Upon hearing his name, Vegas blinks slowly, like a cat. Pete is sure he’s made him up. That Vegas couldn’t have grown to look like that, beautiful in a way that burns Pete, with mannerisms easy to love.

Something must show on Pete’s face because Vegas stops, hands settling on either side of Pete’s hips. The straight lines of his focused expression melt into something smoother, something that blurs when he leans too close. He says, “Pete,” and his voice is unfamiliar, not too deep, but clear like a chime, softly moving with the breeze. He says, “How do you want it to end?”

Pete breath stutters. He feels alive when this version of Vegas touches his hip, when his other hand cups his cheek. Vegas used to flinch at physical contact, but Pete had ruined him back then, placing his head on his shoulder when Vegas read, colliding into Vegas every time they met. But this — his breath on Pete’s skin, the caress of his thumbs — is something different. Something new. Real like the red stains on his white shirt, that grounds Pete to the present, and all of his pain comes back at once.

“I want him to suffer,” Pete breathes against Vegas’s lips.

Vegas smiles. It’s nothing like when he was a young child. Pete couldn’t make it up in his mind, because it’s cruel. It’s full of teeth. Pete’s face hurts and he leans forward and kisses the demon that had taken the shape of his first love. When he pushes his tongue inside Vegas’s mouth, Vegas starts to lean back, but Pete wraps his arms around his neck, keeps him in place. His body screams in agony, and in his mind, there’s only Vegas’s hot body against him and pain. But if pain is everything he’s always feeling, what is it next to a distant wish finally fulfilled?

He blacks out soon after. Wakes up to the dark beyond the curtains, and a single lamp casting the room in orange light. Vegas is near — walks to him in mesmerizing steps, hands him a bundle of clothes. He gives him a lopsided smirk, and the angle of it, paired with the look in his eyes and the black of his clothes, tell a tale. He doesn’t have horns or a tail, his eyes aren’t red or glowing, but hell seems to follow in his footsteps, in the shine of the knife that he takes from his jacket and shows Pete.

Vegas had been a good companion. Pete had liked him because he was the first one Vegas hadn’t pushed away, letting Pete stay in his orbit like the moon. He shared his sweets with Vegas, and Vegas let him. Vegas talked about the games he wanted to play, and Pete brought his own portable videogame so they could play together on Vegas’s porch. It made Pete feel full, the way his grandma’s cakes used to. Pete hasn’t seen his grandma in many years now. He tried to take a bus once, to run away from everything, but his father caught him first. This Vegas that he had conjured, was it really Vegas in the end? Would Vegas want to see him again, broken and unclean as he was? Would he reach out to Pete, instead of moving on to his next life, where he would never meet Pete again?

Did it matter?

Vegas takes him home. His motorcycle is red, the color of the paint Pete used to draw the summoning circle. Pete keeps his eyes closed, letting the world pass him by like a rush of wind. He imagines keeping his soul, traveling with his love, somewhere bright and blue. When the bike stops, he sees his house, and knows that it’s how it would always be. That door, the man inside. He would never be able to leave them. They would live in him like a poisoned root, and its fruits would kill him slowly, day by day by day.

Vegas dismounts the bike, takes off his helmet, and holds his hand out to Pete. Like an invitation to a dance, but it’s the seal of their contract. A wish for a soul, is what the texts had said. Pete had been okay with it. What use did he have for a soul? What if the next life was just like this one?

He takes Vegas’s hand. As they walk together to his front door, Vegas takes his switch knife from inside his jacket. Distantly, Pete remembers that, as a kid, Vegas had been ambidextrous. Could this version of Vegas kill his father with either of his hands?

Vegas kicks the front door open. Pete’s father, who had been sitting in front of the TV, bolts upright. He looks between Pete and Vegas, confused, but when Vegas grins at him, when Vegas draws the knife up in a battle stance, his eyes grow wide and crazed, and he yells.

Pete’s father had been a fighter. He knows how to block an attack, and he knows how to counterattack. He has the upper hand, being bigger and more experienced, and the advantage of having beaten Pete up for so many years, that the mere swing of his fist causes Pete to instantly freeze.

Vegas pushes Pete away before the first blow can hit him, and leaps to the other side of the man. Now, Pete’s father has a son who hates him on one side and the devil who vowed to kill him on the other.

He must have been in many fights in his life, but few must have carried so much resentment.

Maybe the man could have won the fight if Pete had been alone, or if Vegas and Pete had fought fairly. Not with teeth and nails and a sharp knife. When he leans to punch one, the other kicks and bites into his disgusting flesh. When he cries out and smashes that one against the hard back of the couch, the other slashes against his gut, the knife switching hands as if they’re but children playing together.

Pete had learned from him to punch in the stomach and then hit the face. Pete hits him and hits him, like he never managed before. His father falls to the ground, loud and heavy, and Pete hits his face. He hits until the skin is peeling from his knuckles, until his father’s blood mixes with his own, until Vegas appears behind him and takes hold of his hands, only to wrap his fingers around the knife and together, hand on hand on handle, they pierce through that neck and blood squirts up, showering over them.

Pete does not stop. The knife falls, and falls, and falls. His arms start to hurt too much to complete the movement, so he lets them fall to his sides. He pants as the blood pools on the floor where he had bled so many times before. His blood must still be there, in the corners where his father couldn’t clean, in stains on the rug that would never come off.

He lets Vegas pull him up, away from his father’s corpse. Pete sees the body move, twitch, and then it stops again. Vegas’s arms are around him, holding him as he regains his breath, as he stops trembling. Soon, the parts where his father hit him one last time will start to hurt. Soon, the world will wake and see what he has done. Soon, he will lose his soul. For now, Pete leans against a warm embrace, and lets the sobs turn into giggles in his mouth, his tears fall from his eyes into his smile.

He only notices the knife is still in his hands when Vegas tries to pull it from his grip. Pete doesn’t let him. Instead, Pete turns in his arms, places his bloodstained hands on Vegas’s face. He leaves a trail of blood from Vegas’s cheek to his hair, and then pulls Vegas into a kiss. It shouldn’t taste any good, not with the hunger and the night and the blood in his mouth, but it does. Perhaps the devil should taste of something rotten, but maybe he is the devil because he tastes sweet. A sweet remembrance of a love once pure, of a child who still had someone to love him. Vegas kisses him like he loves him, but it’s not real. It’s not real. It’s a pact. It’s a seal. It’s a wish.

“Come on,” Vegas says, and pulls on his hand. They climb the stairs to Pete’s room. Wash their hands in the bathroom, the overhead light too bright for their eyes. They pull Pete’s clothes from his wardrobe and throw them into a bag, and it’s easy because Pete doesn’t own much to begin with. And if he could choose, really, he’d rather wear clothes designed for Vegas, just like he does then, on the day he murdered his father, so he could pretend to live like he fit in someone else’s life.

How long does he have anyway?

On the threshold of the front door, Vegas stops and takes something from his pocket. It’s not his knife, because Pete still has it. It’s a lighter. He flicks it open and into life, and he touches the flame to the curtains. He pulls them from their hinges and throws them over the body. The fire spreads quickly, across the floor and onto the rug, over the faded wallpaper and the windows. Pete watches it all, fascinated, back stepping until he trips and falls on his backside.

Vegas sits beside him as he admires the fire take over the house, and then he lets himself fall completely down on the overgrown yard in front of the house. He tips his head to the side, the weeds tickling his face. He looks at the pink flowers that spread out, untamed, and to those flowers, to those pink petals, he speaks. To the blood in those stems, he speaks to his mother, lying several feet below, buried by the hands that she used to love, and he says, “It’s done now.”

Pete laughs. He faces the sky and he laughs, one hand still clutching the knife and the other Vegas’s hand. He looks up at the dark sky, the orange and yellow and red light of the fire painting the edge of his vision, and to the stars above, he laughs. Underneath his eyelids, for a moment, he’s free. He’s seven years old and he’s in a library, his head lying against a boy’s shoulder. His conscience flickers, sways, hypnotized by the foreign words Vegas reads. He reads about love, about the sun and the stars, things they’re too young to understand, but not too young to long for. A beautiful summer day.

Pete sleeps.

When he wakes, he’s no longer seven. He’s no longer seventeen. He’s older, and the sky has gone indigo. He stretches and his body moves without hurting, without pulling on scabbed wounds, on red scars. He reaches across the bed, over the edge, for someone who isn’t there. Vegas. Vegas. He once loved him. He was once everything that was good. Not a murderous father. Not a gone mother. Not relatives that never visited, that called and believed him when he said everything was going well. Vegas let him stay on his porch, and he played video games with him, and he liked books with pretty covers. Vegas, who loved the galaxy and could name the constellations and the planets and their moons. Vegas. Wherever have you gone?

Pete rises. The room is the same one Vegas took him to, after the summoning circle brought him back to Pete. Vegas’s shirt is thrown over the lamp, dampening the light, casting shadows of blood on the walls. Pete takes it, smells it, deep, deep into his lungs. Vegas is real. And he’s Pete’s. He had died in a fire once but he had come back for Pete, hadn’t he? When Pete bled for salvation, he was the one who showed up, wasn’t he? His knife. His knife. Pete still has it in the pocket of his pants. He flicks it open, catches his own reflection on the blade. If he brought it to his own neck, would Vegas show up, to claim his soul? And once Vegas took him, between this life and the next, would Pete be able to see him again, at the library, on the steps to the second floor, reading to Pete about princes and ghosts?

Pete puts on the bloodstained shirt. He saves the knife in his pocket again, and he walks away from the hotel room, from the city, from the life that he used to live. His house no longer burns against the horizon. There are no people on the streets. Perhaps time had moved on without him, he who had the soul touched by the devil. Maybe he lived the world in a different layer now, where people could no longer perceive him. What difference would it make? They didn’t care when his eyes asked them for help. Why would they care now that he was damned?

Oh, promising son. Oh, promising child.

Fuck that.

Where is the one who claims his soul?

Pete walks.

The scenario moves along, blurred at the edges. Ahead of him, there is the road. He wishes he had Vegas’s motorbike, blood-red. There are no cars, no vehicles. The sun rises and falls, and Pete walks. He walks farther than he managed when his father stopped him the last time. Vegas was already dead by then. His new neighbor had looked at him with pity when his father brought him back and hit him with a chair until it broke. When Vegas lived next door, when they were both younger, his father didn’t use to be so bad. The bruises were always in places others could never see. And Pete could still smile.

Perhaps there are cars and people and life that he walks by, but Pete doesn’t notice them as much as they never noticed him. His feet don’t seem to tire, and he doesn’t seem to sleep. Or perhaps he does. He can’t remember. All he knows is the road and the night sky. The stars that Vegas used to like. He thinks his mother would have liked the sky. But there are a lot of things she would have liked, an infinity of them, and it’s pointless to think of her. Pete didn’t even know the sound of her voice. Whenever Pete asked his dad about her, the beatings were worse, so he stopped asking. Stopped wondering. He didn’t long for her.

What did he long for?

He stops before a lake. The water ripples, shattering his reflection. There is a house in the middle of the lake, and Pete knows it’s where he’ll find Vegas. This might be the end of his journey. Seventeen years, one love, and a lot of broken bones. Pete laughs. If he could choose, he’d want to be something else in his next life. Something that lived less than seventeen years. His mother’s favorite flower. What was it? He didn’t know. Vegas used to like roses. Pete saw him look at a bunch of them when they walked past a flower shop. He always seemed sad when he looked at them, but he always looked. Pete wanted to buy one for him, but he never did. The house burned first.

Water could not keep him from Vegas. So, Pete walks.

It mustn’t have been a lake, in the end. Maybe just mirror of the clear blue sky. Pete likes blue. It seems fitting, brings something pleasant to his stomach.

He stands before the door beyond the lake, and he kicks it open.

Two pairs of eyes turn to look at him.

“Who the fuck are you?” asks Vegas’s father.

What was his name? And what the fuck is he doing here?

On the ground, looking at him, barely breathing, is Vegas. There’s blood at the corner of his mouth, and bruises all over his face. He’s on his knees, trying to cover someone else, and Pete can’t see it, but he remembers. Before the fire, just days before, Vegas’s mother gave birth. What was the name?

Pete brings a hand to his head, step faltering, stumbling back to lean against the doorframe. There is something there, hidden in his head, and it’s pulsating now, beneath his eyelids, like a beating heart.

“Pete?”

Pete opens his eyes, sees Kan Theerapanyakun approach, and that’s when he remembers.

He’s seven, and he’s lying beneath his sheets, crying in his bedroom. He’s seven and he hears screaming, but he doesn’t get up because his father had the TV on downstairs, as if he didn’t just bleed his son. He’s seven and he thinks he hears his name, so he pushes the blankets off him and sits up. The floor is cold when he stands, and colder next to the window. When Pete looks at the house next door, it’s already alight. He sees the shadow of a man walking away, but he can’t do anything, because he’s seven and he’s watching the house of the only person he cares about burn. Everything is a blur after that. The people coming out of their houses. The firemen arriving, siren loud. They find Vegas’s mother. Everyone assumes they died. Vegas. The baby. They died. They died.

Kan rises his fist but it never hits Pete, because Pete takes hold of his wrist.

He’s real. Pete grins as he pulls Kan’s wrist, as he pushes him back. The man doesn’t fall, and Pete can’t have that, so he kicks Kan in the chest so he goes down, down, and then Pete is kicking him, stomping on his chest, just like Pete’s father used to do to him. Kan tries to take hold of Pete’s ankle but Pete pulls back from his grasp and kicks Kan in the face before he sits down on Kan and starts to punch him.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Pete says, voice full of wonder, eyes full of tears. “You killed her. You burned the house down.”

“Pete!”

Pete punches the man, a motion already familiar, already repeated. He punches him until the tears start to fall, then he stops to brush them away, to wipe his nose on the cuff of his jacket. He looks to the side and at Vegas. He’s seventeen now. He’s not wearing a leather jacket, doesn’t look like he’s ready to climb on a red motorbike and ride away, across the lake. He’s seventeen and he’s beaten, sitting down on the floor now, hands on his baby brother. Pete looks at him, at the distance between them that has become just a few feet now, and not a lifetime. Pete looks at his hands, at the blood in them, and wonders — where did I go?

Kan starts moving underneath Pete, hands rising, ready to grab Pete’s neck. Pete knows how the story ends.

So he takes the knife from his jacket, and he plunges it into Kan’s heart.

Not once. It’s not enough to do it once. Not for all the people he hurt, the lives he took. A man like him — a man like Pete’s father, they don’t hurt just a single person. When they hurt their children, they hurt their future. All the people that love them and that could have loved them. All the ones that they lose along the way, while they try to piece themselves back together. It’s not revenge. The knife dips down, again and again. It’s not revenge. Pete is trembling now. He just wanted to live. He just wanted to live.

Vegas takes hold of his arms and pulls Pete off his father. He holds Pete against his chest, arms circling Pete’s frame, keeping him in place, while Pete trashes, then trembles. When Pete looks down at his hands, he doesn’t see the knife. All he sees are his nails, long and sharp, flesh clinging underneath, and blood, dripping, dripping down, all the way to his wrists.

“Pete,” Vegas says, next to Pete’s ear. Pete turns his head, though he can’t see Vegas clearly with how close they are. “You really came.”

Pete’s heart beats fast against his rib cage. He can only feel it now.

“You called for me?” Pete asks.

“We were going to die tonight,” Vegas says, squeezing Pete a little tighter in his embrace, “and the only thing I could think of was you.

The last happy memory I had.”

For a moment, Vegas’s hold could crush him. Then Vegas loosens it, just enough for Pete to turn better and look at him. He had been a cute kid, a bit too pale, perhaps. He’s beautiful now, even bruised, even too thin. Better now than when Pete thought he saw him, beyond the circle at the crossroad. But that Vegas had been warm, too. If he kissed Vegas now, would he kiss Pete the same, or was that all just the devil, playing with Pete’s head, savoring the love Pete had in his heart?

Pete raises a hand to touch Vegas’s face, but it’s still covered in blood. He stops mid-action. His eyes follow the drop of blood that falls from his fingers to the floor, and that’s when he sees it. The circle, and the words etched in it. Pete knew them by heart. Had memorized them so well he didn’t need to look them up when he painted them on the ground.

He gazes back at Vegas when Vegas takes hold of his hand, placing it on his own cheek. The blood is still warm. Vegas makes a face, as if he does mind the blood, as if he minds that it’s his father’s blood, but he leans his head forward, touching his forehead against Pete’s, and exhales. In their closeness, Pete feels seventeen and in love. Normal. Immortal.

He circles his arms around Vegas’s neck and pulls him as close as he can. With his chin on Vegas’s shoulder, he looks down, and sees Vegas’s baby brother. His name is Macau – Pete remembers it now. Vegas’s mother had told him herself, had let Pete hold him once. He had managed to survive all these years. How? What had Vegas been through?

Did it matter now?

Pete holds Vegas even tighter, his hands staining Vegas’s shirt, his hair, his neck. Vegas’s hands move on Pete’s back, his nails imprinting lightly on the skin. They move underneath Pete’s shirt, feeling the warm skin there, touching the circle that now adorns the skin, a mark like a burn, but it’s smooth like a tattoo. A mark from within.

Pete closes his eyes when he touches his cheek against Vegas’s, when he nuzzles his skin. His nails are no longer knife-sharp, so when they scrape against Vegas’s nape, when he runs them through Vegas’s hair, he doesn’t hurt Vegas. When he kisses Vegas, it’s the first time. A promise. Here, we will begin again. Here, we will live. I’ll call your name, and you’ll call for me, and no one will hurt you again. They’re seventeen and they’re endless, as every seventeen year old ought to be. Before them is a long road, beyond the lake, under the blanket of stars. Pete kisses Vegas and Vegas bites his tongue, tastes his blood, and it’s not their first kiss.

Atop the summoning circle, they’re more than themselves.

All the pieces of you belong to me.

No one will ever hurt you but me.

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surrealsunday · 2 years ago

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Hi Kinnporsche-anon again ! Yeah yeah, already XD

So i just finished episode 11 and, again, so much things to say!

Well first things first, the whole Tawan thing... Is it an unpopular opinion to say that was the moment I fell in love with Vegas? Like, sure, he betrayed Porsche and almost got him killed. But watching him masterfully fucking over Tawan, the same way Tawan did to Kinn at that, was the most satisfying, delightful thing ever, real poetic cinema, I was giggling the whole time especially during the Vegas-Tawan flashback. And so I decided from them on that Vegas was completely redeemed in my eyes no matter what he does next, this legend deserves it. (I would have loved seeing more of Kinn and Porsche talking to and about Tawan to have closure, tho, maybe even them killing him together?)...And Vegas' relationship with Pete? I knew they were going to be a thing and I was very confused at how the hell it would happen bc I really couldn't see Vegas softening up for a cute innocent boy like Kinn and Kim did, since he is a sadistic sociopath, but turns out Pete is masochist sociopath so they were actually made for eachother lol. Their relationship is so fucked up and I love it.

A little word about Big too. I was not prepared for his ending, that was so tragically sad and a good way to parallel his love for Kinn and how selfless it was actually was, compared to the love Tawan and Vegas pretened to have for their targets. Sacrificing himself simply because he could not bear to see Kinn heartbroken again? Wow.(altho it was a bit weird like how the hell did no one wear bulletproof jackets???) He deserved to be talked about more afterwards, I felt like he was forgotten pretty quickly (especially by Kinn who did seem affected at first) :(

Porschay's first reaction, instead of being "WTF YOU'RE WORKING FOR THE MAFIA AND DATING THE BOSS WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED????", actually being "I am scared of losing you :(" completely melted my heart, what a pure soul. So I love Kim but he will pay for hurting my son like that! (I hope Porsche is gonna put on his Big Brother Pants and beat his ass).

I also have some thoughts about the situation they're in now, as in Porsche becoming Kinn's Official Boyfriend. As much as I was relieved by the father's reaction and found the scene so cute (with the bodyguards rooting for them aaawww, and again with the Porsche-mafia-lord agenda, he quickly earns people's loyalty and affection!), I don't think this arrangement can last in the long term? Porsche did seem uncomfortable at first, and I highly doubt our fiery, free-spirited Porsche would be happy to settle as a Trophy Boyfriend with even less controle over situations he had as a bodyguard, and completely dependant on someone else (especially with his little brother in the balance, like what happens to them if he ever wants to break up???). I don't think he says anything right now bc he loves Kinn so much and, like he told Porchay, he does not want to leave people behind, but he probably won't be able to keep up long. And with the revelation that this same family played a part in his parents' death? Yeah, something is gonna clasch for sure (and I'm here for some good angst!). And Tankhum is shown as being increasingly an active part of the Family, and way more perceptive and responsible that other people give him credit for, but also as being a caring brother (the way he was so happy for Kinn and instantly adopted Porschay and made him feel welcome aawww). It makes me wonder if he's not gonna take on the leadership role again so that Kinn can leave the Family behind and run off in the sunset with Porsche, open up a bar on the beach and all that. On one hand, I would be happy with that ending and I do think it would be a good evolution for both Kinn and Porsche and their relationhsip, but on the other hand...I really really want to see Porsche thrive into the mafia world!!! After everything, he deserves to have more controle in the game!! And the potential of Kinnporsche Iconic Mafia Power Couple? Unmatchable!!! So yeah I'm conflicted lol.

Also I forgot to say it before but thank you so much for the link of the clip between episode 6 et 7 I had no idea there was one!

Ok I FULLY know what you mean about being on board with Vegas during the Tawan storyline. Like he is deliciously manipulative and evil in that storyline and I was down for it too. Tbh I was intrigued by Vegas from ep 7 on (prior to ep 7 I was very eh about him). But he has a magnetism to him that feels dangerous at all times and I really like that. And of course seeing that bastard Tawan being manipulated in the same way he manipulated Kinn was just *chefs kiss*. Honestly that moment when Vegas kisses his forehead (I think?) I screeched at my screen, 'omg he's going to kill him' and then... well, it was his intent anyways. It was brutal and I dug it.

I agree everything with Kinn and Porsche when it came to Tawan was lacking. Again I think that was because a number of storylines were being jammed in and it made the pace something that didn't allow for the same space and time to breathe as the season up to that point had. So that was definitely not as satisfying to me as it could have been.

Soooooo many people were so mad that Big was basically forgotten. It was another sacrafice of the rushed pace at this point in the season imo. I'm glad they at the very least made it clear Kinn was affected by Big's death, because yeah, that was tragic af and I really loved that they had him go out that way. It honestly made Big a lot more interesting and have a lot more depth (than being the jealous bully he was in the beginning of the season) and I really appreciated that. Also the bulletproof vests comment akdjfasldkfjasf. I KNOW. Just... look away from logic fallacies in the show when it comes to that lolol. It was made worse by the fact that Tawan WAS wearing a bulletproof vest lmao. The worst.

Oh god that scene with Porchay and Porsche is so lovely. I truly love their relationship and Porchay really is the sweetest, purest soul. Kim definitely needs to get smacked around for hurting that bub. But he knows it too. I can't wait to hear your thoughts on BAMF Kim btw as the season wraps up because HE MADE MY LIFE.

Ok your thoughts about Porsche being a 'boyfriend' only are so on point and that is exactly how I felt too. Like yes, it was super sweet to see him actually get to be out in the open with his relationship with Kinn and for them to be official, but in no way did I ever see Porsche being satisfied with the role of boyfriend only. I think you will be satisfied with where things go because your comments are soooooo true to Porsche's character and where they were headed with the narrative. So kudos to you for that. I'm not gonna say too much more because I'm not sure how quickly you'll finish the season but just... you seriously have things so correctly laid out lol.

Omg I'm so glad you got to see that hospital clip in that case. I'm happy to share! It's such a soft, sweet, and necessary clip and I'm so glad they gave it to us when it wouldn't have fit into the ep. I honestly wish they had given a lot more of those side story clips. I think they could have made up for what was missed in the rushed pace at the end of the season if they had. But I also don't know what that would have meant for budget so... shrug I guess.

Anyways, come back and tell me thoughts when you finish the season. I can't wait to hear!!!

#kinnporsche

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yoksdan · 3 years ago

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I understand you’ll never be mine, and thats fine… - VegasPete fic

When Kinn and the rest of the main family find out what Vegas did to Pete, they try to get revenge…. my continuation after chapter 10.

Dark memories flood his thoughts as he stares down at the man responsible for his sleepless nights. Nights now filled with unrelentless anguish, constant worry that if he closes his eyes, he would wake up in that room that housed the brutal torture that Pete endured. He looks down at Vegas’ bloody form, eyes cast down and refusing to meet Pete’s own. Anger begins to cloud his once hopeful eyes as once again he was face to face with the man who had caused every emotion in his body to be replaced with pain.

After Pete had escaped from the chains that bound him to Vegas, he had refused to talk to anyone about the events that occurred while he was kidnapped. In part due to the embarrassment that he felt, but also because he knew the hell that would ensue once Kinn found out. Pete refused to start a war between the two families over an insignificant bodyguard like himself. It was not to say that both Kinn and Porsche had tried to coax it out of him multiple times, with Pete refusing to let them in every time. The answer that Pete would always give to them would be that Vegas just had him locked up to mess with Kinn, intentionally leaving out details about the torture that occurred.

One night, after Pete had downed an entire bottle of alcohol in an attempt to give his mind even a sliver of peace, he had broken down all his walls and revealed to Porsche about the source of his physical scars as well as the one that was left on his heart, the one that had hurt more than any physical one ever could. Porsche, fueled by anger and disgust, informed Kinn of Pete’s words. This had led Kinn to call up his men, intent on getting revenge on Vegas, and dragged his bruised and bloodied body to the warehouse in which they were currently in, along with a few of Kinn’s men. While Kinn and his men had beat Vegas until the light in his eyes was slowly dimming, Kinn had decided that Pete should be the one to finish this act of revenge. And how could Pete ever disobey his boss?

Pete felt like he could not breathe, like the world was closing in him, and he could not escape. All the emotions that he was keeping bottled up fought their way to the surface, evident by the tears that threatened to spill in his glassy eyes. His breathing stopped when he felt a cold, metal object touch his fingers. He slowly turned around to see Kinn handing him his gun, the same gun that he had used to protect the people that he loved numerous times, was now being turned into the weapon to enact his revenge. Pete’s hands shake as he holds it in his hands, the weight of the gun almost foreign to him now.

“Don’t be afraid, Pete,” he thinks he hears Kinn say, words not registering in his head as he stares down at the black metal. “Nothing will happen to you if you do this, I promise you. I will make sure the first family knows exactly what this bastard did to you,” Kinn assures as Pete slowly looks up at him. Kinn eyes are filled with fury, ones that his own should reflect.

Pete slowly turns around to Vegas, heart threatening to break out of his chest as Pete casts his gaze upon him once again. Only difference is that when Pete turns around, Vegas is staring directly into his eyes. As soon as Pete takes one look at him, all the memories of that day he escaped come rushing back, invading his mind like a virus. Vegas’ remorseful, pleading eyes stare up at him, pain clearly coursing through his features. Pete turns his attention away from Vegas, not wanting to show him the tears that were freely flowing from his eyes now.

“Pete…,” he hears softly, like a soft wind in the forest, barely able to register if you were not paying attention. Pete whips his head back to Vegas as he hears a loud ‘slap’ echo in the warehouse. He notices the newly formed red spot on Vegas’ skin and Kinn standing next to Vegas, anger evident in his posture.

“You fucking bastard,” Kinn sneers before he slaps Vegas again. “How dare you think you can talk to him?” Pete could see Vegas’ gaze flicker toward him quickly before he looks down at the blood stained floor below him. An indescribable feeling swells in the pit of Pete’s stomach.

“Go ahead, Pete,” Kinn encourages Pete. “I would say put this son of a bitch out of his misery, but where he’s going is going to be way worse than anything we could do to him here.”

Pete, with obedience now engraved in every fiber of his being, slowly lifts the gun to Vegas’ forehead. He feels his hands shaking, and the echo of his ever beating heart in his ears. Almost like he could hear Pete’s heart as well, almost like Pete’s heart had become Vegas’ compass, Vegas looks up at him with those same eyes that begged him not to leave him, that told him he loved him. A part of Pete wants to slap that look off his face, and wants to yell at him that Vegas is not allowed to have sympathy for the pain that he inflicted with his own hands. Another, very deep part of Pete wants to take his fingers and wipe away all the hurt that was present on his features. The part of Pete that he had tried to keep hidden so meticulously.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD,” Pete yells directly at Vegas, not knowing where this explosion of anger had come from all of a sudden. “I HATE YOU VEGAS, I FUCKING HATE YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HAVE HURT ME?” Pete cries out, voice straining at the last word. His outburst makes the man in front of him flinch as his tears fall down Vegas’ reddened cheek. Vegas looks like he wants to extend his hand out to Pete, but can not due to the rope that was burning circles around his wrists. Vegas’ lips move slightly apart, words unspoken sitting on his lips. Pete stares at Vegas for who knows how long, his whole body trembling.

“Can you please leave us alone?” his words directed at Kinn, but his attention on Vegas unwavering, gun still firmly prompted on Vegas’ forehead.

“What?! No, we’re not gonna leave you here alone with him,” it is Porsche who speaks up.

“Please, I’ll be fine,” Pete begs Porsche with conviction. Out of the corner of his eyes, Pete sees Porsche and Kinn hesitate before he hears Kinn command his men to leave the warehouse.

The silence that follows becomes deafening as words that have been begging to be spoken hang in the air. The connection between their eyes remains steady. It had been awhile since Pete had been alone with Vegas, but this time he was the one with all the power, Vegas was his prisoner. And yet somehow, this did not bring an ounce of pleasure to Pete.

“Please…,” Vegas whispered, voice unsteady. “Just get it over with. My life is not worth living without you in it. I’m sorry for everything Pete.” Pete felt the hot tears burn his cheeks as Vegas’ words flowed into his awareness. Vegas was ready to die, he was willing to give up his entire light to give Pete a fraction of his own light back. The fire that had glowed so bright in Pete, was now dimmed by Vegas’ cold hands. But Vegas had been burned too, playing with a fire that he had never seen in his years of living.

“No… no you don’t get to say that…,” Pete cries out. “You can’t just say that and expect everything to be ok!” he almost shouted, anger returning to him once again. “Vegas.. You wrecked me.”

“I … I know…,” Vegas sighs. “Just please end this right here.”

“No!” Pete yells. “You think that killing you solves anything, huh? You think all my pain will just go away when you are dead? I’m not like you, Vegas. I’m not cruel.”

Pete’s words register in Vegas’ mind. The dread that flashes in Vegas’ eyes causes Pete to falter, remembering how those same eyes stared at him when Vegas had let down his walls and invited him into the despair of Vegas’ past. Just like that time, it almost makes Pete want to let down his guard.

“I don’t want to be that person anymore, I’m not that person anymore,” Vegas states, as if trying to convince himself more than Pete. “I can never go back and change what I did, but I can only promise that I will spend my entire life trying to repair it. I promise I will never hurt you as long as I breathe.”

Pete’s grip on the gun falters as he feels his breath stop at the sound of Vegas’ words. The gun makes a loud thud as it makes contact with the stone ground. Silence grows between the two as Pete struggles with his words, his feelings creating tangled web in the foreground of his mind. Pete knows that his words should not have any affect on him, but they do. When Pete looks at Vegas kneeling in front of him, he does not see the vindictive, cruel person who acted without a care for anyone. Instead he sees a scared boy, terrified of finally finding love in this world that keeps throwing one missile after another and losing it due to his own messed up mind.

“Please Pete…” he hears Vegas whisper, breaking the silence between them. Pete slowly trails the fingers that were just gripping the gun down Vegas’ forehead to his cheek, softly caressing the other man’s face. “I am so sorry for everything. I know that won’t take away any of your pain, but I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know that I am not that person anymore. I wish I could take your pain and make it mine. You became my peace, Pete. I just want to give you some too.”

Pete falls to his knees beside Vegas, feeling all the strength leave his body and letting go of a fight he did not realize was happening within him. He slumps down as he hangs his head, staring down at his shaky hands that had fallen when he did. Fresh tears begin to burn his eyes once again. He felt Vegas’ turn his head down, causing their foreheads to touch as Pete struggled to return his breathing to normal. He did not dare to look back up, instead choosing to focus on the tears that were mixing with Vegas’ blood on the ground.

“Pete, I love you so much,” Vegas said softly. Hearing this causes Pete to completely break down his walls. He looks back up at Vegas, their faces only centimeters apart. This is the part he tries so hard to fight, the raw, foreign feelings that had haunted him since he left Vegas. He wants to blame Vegas, wants to blame being locked up and spending every day with Vegas, but he knows it was not anyone’s fault but his own. He started to care for Vegas. He believed if he did not have to see Vegas anymore, all those feelings would go away. But they did not. Being in front of Vegas and hearing those words that had echoed in his mind spoken once again causes all those feelings to return full force. He knows that he could never forgive or even forget the things Vegas did to him, but Vegas had changed. Deep down Pete knew this, he had let him go after all. Maybe he would not forgive him, but maybe there was still a chance for them to overcome this. A chance for them to heal, together.

Not breaking eye contact with Vegas, Pete slowly removes the knife from his pocket that every bodyguard was given and snakes his arms around Vegas. Fear quickly flashes in Vegas’ eyes before Pete cuts the rope that was bounding Vegas’ hands. As soon as he does this, he feels himself being brought into Vegas’ strong hold. The smell of blood and sweat invading his senses as Vegas’ hands grip his shirt on his back like Vegas is sinking and Pete is his anchor. Pete’s neck becomes moist from the tears that were spilling from Vegas’ eyes. He can not stop his own tears from spilling as he hangs on to Vegas. Time passes as they just hold each other, trying to heal the pain that echoes in their hearts.

It is Pete who pulls away first to look at Vegas. “You’ve hurt me so much Vegas, it’s something I cannot forgive,” Pete whispers. Vegas casts his eyes down, about to speak until Pete interrupts his thought. “But I cannot forget these feelings I have for you. I don’t understand them, but they are there… and I have not been the same since I met you. I care about you, Vegas. I just really hope you have changed.”

“I have Pete, please believe me. I will never do anything to hurt you ever again,” Vegas reassures.

“I don’t believe you right now,” Pete states. “But that does not mean I won’t believe you in the future. You’re going to have to earn my trust back, Vegas. But… but I’m willing to give you a chance to prove to me that you truly mean the words you are saying. And believe me, if you ever hurt me again, I will not hesitate to pull that trigger and kill you.”

A small smile fights his way up on Vegas’ lips, his hand slowly coming up to caress Pete’s cheek. “Thank you so much, Pete. For giving me another chance. You are so amazing, and I have changed because of you. You have made me a better person. I know I don’t deserve this, but I will work so hard to make you believe me when I say that I love you with my whole heart. You are the only person I love.” Vegas states. Pete feels a small form on his own lips. “Can I kiss you?” Vegas asks for permission.

Pete brings his face closer to Vegas’ own, silently giving him permission. He feels Vegas’ lips on his own, a soft touch like Vegas is scared that if applies any more pressure, Pete will pull away and take back all the words he had just told him. Feeling the weight of all the emotions he’s been hiding away come spilling out, Pete deepens the kiss. Vegas takes Pete’s face in his hands as Pete’s hands join together around Vegas’ neck. Vegas kisses him with an intensity that burns brighter than any fire, pouring all his love and conviction into that one kiss. An unspoken promise is shared between the two. Hope fills all the voids that were once gaping inside both Vegas and Pete, the mutual love they share acting like medicine to all the wounds they have suffered.

Pete is the one to break the kiss first, withdrawing his lips to connect his forehead with Vegas’. He stares at Vegas’ tear filled eyes and the smile radiating off of Vegas’ face. He can not help it when he feels a soft feeling at the pit of his stomach staring at the broken boy who just wanted love, who was torn apart by this cruel world. Pete smiles back at him. He may never forget the past, but when he stares at Vegas, he is hopeful for the future that lies ahead of them. He hopes that Vegas can eventually replace those painful memories with happy ones. It may take time, but he is willing to give his heart forever to the man in front of him, as long as Vegas is willing to prove to Pete every day that he has changed. He knows it’s not going to be easy, but Vegas’ love is clear to him. He saw it the day when Vegas decided to let him go, when he saw that Vegas’ actions were no longer for his own benefit. If Vegas was willing to change, Pete was willing to give him a chance.

“We’re gonna give Kinn a heart attack, I hope you know,” Vegas states. Pete laughs for the first time in months.

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respectthepetty · 1 year ago

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Jeng speaking English should come with at least a 10 minute warning so I can collect myself.

goddammit!!!!

Y'all know that I mute and speed up my shows, so I didn't realize he was speaking English until the Thai subs kept coming up; then, I had to rewind and slow it down to hear it, so I could appreciate the cuteness. Jeng bringing out his multilingual side to confess AGAIN made him more adorable!

And because this isn't the first time the use of another language in a BL has caused me to stop in my tracks, let me give you something you didn't even ask for -

My Top Five Favorite Uses of Another Language in BLs!

offered in no particular order

My Only 12% - English

Cake was studying with his pals when he decided to call it a night. He went into his bedroom and apologized to his boyfriend Eiw for waking him up. Eiw told Cake he wasn't really sleeping well because Cake wasn't next to him, and that was all it took for Cake's heart-eyes to be activated. He kissed Eiw so tenderly only to then dedicate an ode to Eiw's entire body, mind, and soul all in English while kissing each part of Eiw's body as he praised it. What a king!

Never Let Me Go - Mandarin

I already thought that Palm liked Nueng's mean side a little too much before Wu and David wandered into Mam's bar, but this exchange solidified that Palm had a specific kink and Nueng was more than happy to offer Palm a helping hand a scolding insult. Nueng took great pleasure calling his boyfriend a fool in every language he knew including Mandarin, and I'm sure that is part of the reason Palm came around to Nueng extending his time abroad for schooling. The more education Nueng has, the more languages he can berate Palm in.

Unintentional Love Story - Spanish

The main couple were great, but I was showing up every week for Donghee and Hotae's friends-to-enemies-to-menaces plot because once they screamed at each other in the alley, the only reasonable next step was to sleep together, no? Maybe that's just me, but Hotae trying to prove to Donghee that he was serious about him by learning Spanish like one of the Hisstrange (Hispanic) men Donghee liked had me screaming, "SECOND SEASON WHEN?" which now I must patiently wait for to see how well Hotae's improves his language skills for his amor.

KinnPorsche - English

The VegasPete arc was a wild ride. They went from spying and torturing to crying and fucking in the span of two episodes, but what was the craziest moment of them all was when after sex and STILL CHAINED UP, Vegas turned to Pete and softly said, "Do you know how sexy you are?" Like . . . bitch, what?! Even crazier was Pete's apathetic response of "mmm" as if he had heard that line a thousand times after bringing countless men to their knees with his free therapy and snarky comebacks. Vegas served a lot of great English lines, but this one took the cake, and the tossed salad.

Moonlight Chicken - Modern Standard Thai Sign Language

Heart and Li Ming's story was already the sweetest thing since a nice mango sorbet on a hot day, but add in the fact that Wen, the bridge between Li Ming and his uncle Jim, was not only fully supportive of these two kids finding happiness within each other, but started to learn MSTSL so he could communicate with Heart was what pushed me over the edge. Heart's own parents couldn't be bothered to learn how to communicate with their son, but Li Ming's very-gay-uncle's boyfriend did. Wen knew he needed an ally to deal with these stubborn guys, and no better than the boyfriend of your-soon-to-be-nephew. Ghost Host, Ghost House gets an honorable mention for MSTSL as well.

Bonus

KinnPorsche - English

Ken and Big were two bad bitches and the Regina George and Maddy Perez of Kinn's bodyguard squad. Big had his reasons for disliking Porsche like being jealous that the man he loved was in love with this idiot, but Ken just hated Porsche for being an idiot who upset the guy he was in love with (Ken x Big is canon to me), so when Ken yelled, "Are you fucking dumb, bro?!" at Porsche with Perth's Australian accent, I was cackling. It made me instantly think Ken was the mole because only someone who was rocking with Vegas "but this wasn't the fucking plan" Theerapanyakul could drop bangers like this.

#step by step #my only 12 percent #moonlight chicken #never let me go #unintentional love story #kinnporsche #language use in BLs

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Scarface’s Tony Montana vs. Michael Corleone: Which Al Pacino is the Boss of Bosses

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Scarface hadn’t been made when Pete Townshend’s 1974 song “The Punk and the Godfather” came out, but The Godfather certainly had. The Who’s anthem was a musical allegory about the rock scene, but the lyrics might as well be interpreted as a conversation between Michael Corleone and Tony Montana. Possibly right before they rumble.

Al Pacino played both men in both movies, and in each film, he begins the story as a punk. But in The Godfather, at least, he grows into the establishment. Michael becomes don. Tony was a shooting star on the other hand, one on a collision course with an unyielding atmosphere. Both roles are smorgasbords of possibilities to an actor, especially one who chased Richard III to every imaginable outcome. Each are also master criminals. But which is more masterful?

The obvious answer would seem to be Michael Corleone because he turned a criminal empire into a multi-billion-dollar international business, and lived to a ripe old age to regret it. Cent’anni, Michael. Tony Montana doesn’t live to see the fruits of his labor, but his career in crime is littered with the successes of excess.

Montana is a hungry, young, loose cannon, just like real-life’s “Crazy” Joe Gallo, who went up against the Profaci family in the street fight which Mario Puzo and Francis Ford Coppola used as inspiration on The Godfather. Gallo stand-in Virgil “The Turk” Sollozzo (Al Lettieri) did a lot of damage while he was trying to muscle in on Don Vito Corleone’s territory, selling white powder. Montana leaves a larger body count in the wake of his cocaine empire career.

Scarface is Pacino’s film. The whole movie is about Tony Montana and his meteoric rise through money, power and women. The Godfather is a mob movie, crowded with top rate talent in an ensemble case, but it belongs to Marlon Brando. While Michael inherits the position by The Godfather, Part II, he shares Godfather roles with Robert De Niro there, and people come away feeling a little sorry for Fredo. Michael isn’t the focus of an entire film until The Godfather, Part III, and by then folks were only distracted by his daughter. Tony Montana owns the screen from the moment it opens until his last splash in the fountain under the “World Is Yours” sign. The picture was his.

Making Your Bones on First Kills

Pacino brings little of the wisdom of his Godfather role to Scarface’s title character. This is by design. Every crime boss has to make his bones. In mafia organizations, real and cinematic, the button men on the street are called soldiers. And every soldier has to go through basic training before they’re ready to earn their button. Michael gets assassination training from his father’s most trusted capo, Pete Clemenza (Richard S. Castellano) before he goes out to enjoy the veal.

Scarface doesn’t give us many details of the crimes Tony was involved in while still in Cuba, so he makes his cinematic bones executing General Emilio Rebenga in the American detention camp for Cuban refugees. The two scenes are polar opposites in all ways but suspense.

When Michael is sitting at the dinner table with Sollozzo and Police Captain McCluskey (Sterling Hayden), he lets Sollozzo do all the talking, easing him into comfort before pulling the trigger. Tony barely lets Rebenga get a whimper in during his first onscreen hit, which plays closer to an execution. Tony covers the sounds of his own attack with a chant he himself begins. It is a brilliant overplay, especially when compared to another scene that resembles The Godfather, with Tony killing a mid-level gangster and a crooked cop towards the end of Scarface.

A major difference between the two roles is best summed up in a line Tony says in Scarface. He learned to speak English by watching James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart. Montana comes from the Cagney tradition of broad gangster characterizations. In The Godfather, Kay Adams (Diane Keaton) asks Michael if he’d prefer Ingrid Bergman. The young soldier has to think about it. This is because Pacino is miles removed here from Bogart, who played Bergman’s lover in Casablanca. Pacino’s two gangster icons approached their criminality differently, and Pacino gets to play in both yards.

Pacino remains on an even keel in the Godfather films, but gives a tour de force of violent expression in Scarface, which burns like white heat.

The Handling of Enemies and Vices

In Scarface, Pacino gets to be almost as over the top as he is in Dick Tracy. His accent would never make it past the modern culture board at The Simpsons, but he pulls it off in 1983 because he says so. Pacino bullies the audience into believing it. It’s that exact arrogance which makes us root for Tony Montana. We don’t want to be on his bad side. But the chilled reptilian stare of Michael Corleone is a visual representation of why Sicilians prefer their revenge served cold.

Michael is diabetic, and is usually seen drinking water in The Godfather films. Sure, he has an occasional glass or red wine, and possibly some Sambuca with his espresso, but Michael always keeps a clear head. Tony, not so much. He makes drunken scenes at his favorite nightclubs, and not only gets high on his own supply, but gets so nose deep in it he develops godlike delusions of superheroic grandeur.

Montana is impulsive, instinctive, and decisive. Tony kills his best friend Manny Ribera (Steven Bauer) immediately upon finding him with his little sister Gina (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio). Michael waits until his sister Connie (Talia Shire) is on a plane to Tahoe before he has her husband killed in a hit years in the planning. Later Michael hangs his head silently as the shotgun blast which kills his brother, Fredo (John Cazale), echoes in the distance.

Tony, meanwhile, continues yelling at Sosa’s right-hand man long after his brains are all over the automobile’s interior.

Clothes Make the Man

Tony is written to be charismatic. Even coked out of his mind, he’d be a better fit in Vegas with Fredo’s crowd than with wet blanket Michael in Tahoe. Tony sports white suits, satin shirts, and designer sunglasses. Michael accessorizes three-piece ensembles with an ascot. This isn’t to say Michael had any issues with getting somebody’s brains splattered all over his Ivy League suit.

Designed by Theadora Van Runkle, Michael preferred dupioni silk. That’s smart. The dark navy wool chalk-stripe suit Tony wears in his death scene was designed by Tommy Velasco and carries the class of a tuxedo. It was after 6pm. What do you think he is, a farmer?

“I’m the guy in the sky, flying high, flashing eyes. No surprise I told lies, I’m the punk from the gutter,” Roger Daltrey belts out on “The Punk and The Godfather.” This is exactly against the no-flash advice Frank Lopez (Robert Loggia) tries to impart on his young protégé in Scarface. Tony was raised not to take any advice other than his own. He also ignores his consigliere’s advice on several occasions. When Manny reminds Tony the pair of them were in a cage a year ago, the rebel gangster says he’s trying to forget that, he’s going after the boss’ girl.

“I come from the gutter,” Montana proudly contends. “I know that. I got no education but that’s okay. I know the street, and I’m making all the right connections.”

By contrast, Michael attended Dartmouth College and then dropped out to join the Marines after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Michael is both intelligent and well-connected, loosely modeled on Joseph Bonanno and Vito Genovese. He also accepts the wisdom of his father, who most closely resembled “The Prime Minister” of New York’s Five Families in the 1950s, mafia boss Frank Costello.

The Better Family Man

Pacino’s Don Michael Corleone has access to all his family’s connections, stretching back to the old world. He learns to expertly pull the strings of powerful men, like his father did, but as he grew, he bent. Michael is friends with senators, meets with the President of Cuba, has money in the Vatican, and confesses his sins to a Pope. Michael was insulated throughout his childhood and criminal career. If Tony gets in trouble, he has to get out of it himself, or with the help of a handful of low-level operatives.

Michael is the family rebel, risking his life and getting medals for strangers. He also gets to be both the prodigal son and the dutiful son. He gets the fatted calf and pays the piper. He even tips the baker’s helper for the effort. Michael comes back to both of his families, crime and birth, with a vengeance. He is there for his father the moment he is needed. Michael is the better family man. Tony’s mother is ashamed of him, and he completely ruins his sister’s wedding. Michael’s family means everything to him, and while he still manages to lose them, he actually maneuvers his two families well over rough waters for a very long run.

Tony Montana is the rebel’s rebel. Even before he tosses off his bandana at the dishwasher job to make a quick score, we knew. He was born bad, in the cinematically good way. This also makes Montana a natural at crime. In The Godfather, Michael has it in his blood as a Corleone, but has his heart set on college, a straight career, and a shot to bring his whole family into the American Dream, which for Montana only exists as a wet dream.

Tony never gets past the hormonal teenage phase of his love of America. He wants to love his new country to death. He is turned on by the dream. He wants to take it. Not earn it. No foreplay necessary, as he claims his latest victim’s wife as his own.

Managerial Skills

Michael is pretty good with his underlings, when he’s not having them garroted on the way to an airport or advising them to slit their wrists in a bath. He promises Clemenza he can have his own family once the Corleones relocate to Las Vegas. He lets Joe Zaza (Joe Mantegna) get away with murder as the guy he sets up to run his old territory in The Godfather, Part III. Michael doesn’t keep turncoats like his trusted caporegime Tessio (Abe Vigoda) around for old times’ sake, and he doesn’t suffer fools at all. It may seem he cuts Tom Hayden (Robert Duvall) loose a little fast, and without warning or due cause. But if he was a wartime consigliere, he would have seen it coming.

While Tony Montana may have a competitive and fast-tracked entry program for new workers (“hey, you got a job”), he’s also the guy who shoots his right-hand man Manny for marrying his sister. Tony exacts a brutal and dangerous revenge for the death of his friend Angel Fernandez in the Miami chainsaw massacre, but doesn’t lift a finger when his cohort Omar Suarez (F. Murray Abraham) is hanged to death from a helicopter by drug lord Alejandro Sosa (Paul Shenar). Michael does have a tendency to have his soldato kiss his ring, but he’s not entirely a .95 caliber pezzonovante.

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One of the most important skills a boss must exhibit is how to delegate, and Corleone is a minor Machiavellian master at his delegation. He whispers orders from behind closed doors. Tony is more hands-on. The only reason he tells Manny to “kill that piece of shit” Frank is because he’s already humiliated his former boss into a shell of a real man.

Montana is in the trenches with his soldiers and sets standards by example. He shoots a guy on a crowded Miami street in broad daylight. Montana is a born triggerman and only reluctantly delegates the duty. He has 10 bodyguards when Sosa men raid his mansion fortress. He takes the invading force with one little friend, an M16A1 rifle with a customized grenade launcher. But it sure doesn’t help the employees getting murdered outside.

A Handle on Finances

We don’t know what kinds of criminal activities the Corleone family were involved in between 1958 and 1979. Still, Michael had proven himself a traditionalist and a bit of a prude, so he spends most of his career shaving his take from harmless vices and avoiding drugs, which he sees as a dirty business. But through whatever means, by The Godfather, Part III, Michael has earned enough capital to buy himself out of crime.

Michael gambles successfully on Wall Street, keeps the Genco olive oil company going, and invests in hotels, casinos, and movie studios. He’s got to be pulling in a billion dollars a year in legitimate business. He makes enough to pad the coffers of the Vatican, and his share of Immobiliare stocks pulls in another $1 billion.

Tony looks like he’s earning about $15 million a month. But it doesn’t look like he puts much stock in his future. He makes no investments, only purchases. His only visible holding is the salon his sister works in. But we also have to take into account that he built his empire from scratch. Michael inherited his. And while the head of the Corleone family can blackmail a U.S. senator with a tragic sex scandal, Montana fares no better than Al Capone with tax evasion.

Who Would Win in a Mob War?

Scarface is as violent as the 1932 Howard Hawk original. Blood is a big expense, and 42 people are killed in the 1985 film. It came out amid other over-the-top action blockbusters like First Blood and the contemporary reality of the South American drug trade. So, it would seem, the film has far more violence. But they are easily matched.

The Godfather has a horse’s head, Scarface has a chainsaw. Michael’s brother Sonny (James Caan) gets machine gunned to smithereens at the toll booth, Tony blows the lower limbs off his would-be assassins at a nightclub. Omar is lynched in a chopper, the upper echelon of the mob is taken out by helicopter fire in The Godfather, Part III. Tony and Michael each get to kill a cop.

Both mob figures survive assassination attempts. Michael loses his wife Apollonia in Sicily in a car bombing meant for him. He also avoids the trap Tessio sets at the meeting with Emilio Barzini (Richard Conte), on his turf, where Michael “will be safe.” Tony lives through his initial professionally ordered hit, as well as being saved by Manny from certain death by chainsaw.

While Michael Corleone is able to take care of Barzini, Victor Stracci, Carmine Cuneo, and Phillip Tattaglia – the leadership of the five families – at the end of The Godfather, Tony Montana can only put up a good fight. The Corleone family would win in a protracted war against Montana’s cartel, but there is a possibility Tony would have outlived Michael while the battles raged. Expert swordsmen aren’t afraid to duel the best in the field, but they’re scared of the worst.

As far as crime tactics and strategic villainy, Michael Corleone plays a game of chess. Tony Montana plays hopscotch. He wins by skipping cracks in the street, but he only rises as far as the pavement.

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorsche The Series (BL)

Another VegasXPete fanfic as i cannot get enough of them recently. Their connection was off the roof in the series and it’s made me watch it over and over again.

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Requests open, and have fun reading my lovelies

SMUT CONTENT WARNING ;)

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SIGNITURE LINE AHEAD 🤭 Let me know if you can find it

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Vegas took his seat at the booth, right in front of Kinn and Porsche, who were holding hands under the table, as if no one could see them doing so. Kinn raised his eyebrow at Vegas, who was giving his signature smirk at the stage beside them.

Pete gulped hard as he stepped onto the stage, smiling nervously at the same time. The big lights were off, making the whole place dark as he took his spot in the middle of the stage.

Though he was a famous idol, with many fans screaming his name, awed at the sight of his handsome self, begging to take a peek underneath his already revealing clothes, Pete was an anxious one. He was worried about what people thought and every time he stepped on stage, his little frights of his own power and ability come in to play at the same time, taking his through a never ending cycle of worrisomeness.

Pete finally made eye contact with Vegas, who had a sweet smile sprouting on his face. Though they were in close proximity, it felt they were so far away from each other. Pete just wanted to run into his arms, as they hug and kiss endlessly with the same bliss, passion and love as the first time.

Back-up dancers took the stage, assuring him that he’ll be ok. They’re very supportive with Pete’s stage fright, helping him and always by his side when they ever need him. Pete felt safer once they were around, they weren’t just back-up dancers, they were friends, best friends.

Pete sighed softly, standing in the middle of the stage in his starting pose, looking at Vegas one last time before the lights slowly started turning on. He was singing a cover of ‘Love Talk’ by WayV, which he had been working on for a while. (stan wayv btw) The lyrics really hint at specific something, which Pete typically liked (horny ass b-)

He felt the lights turn on quicker, signalling him to start off. Pete moved swiftly to the music, his voice angelic and deep as he kept a nervous smile on his face, which soon turned more confident and teasing.

i can hear it callin

loving the way you wanna talk

touch me tease me feel me up

As Pete danced the night away, Vegas couldn’t help but admire his beautiful boy, how innocent but sexy he looked. Pete was effortlessly winning everyone’s hearts.

you got me sayin you got me sayin

how you doin tell me what’s your name

what’s your sign

feeling like your into me

yeah waiting for you

i just want you to come over where i’m stayin

He heard so many awed whispers and saw many people giggling and filming him. It was completely normal to Pete, but to Vegas, it got his blood boiling

fallin for a stranger good gracious

i might even fly out to Vegas

thinking maybe you’d be down to do it

but you don’t know what i’m sayin

Even watching Kinn smile at his moves, Porsche screaming the loudest for his best friend, made Vegas feel jealousy crawl up his skin.

got me goin through the roof

really don’t care what we do

we could fly to the moon

i can see your lips movin but we ain’t got a clue

Pete kept his sweet but teasing look in his face, making Vegas sweat in his chair. He shifted around a lot, unable to feel comfortable. His jealousy and possessiveness was getting to him.

baby we’re two distant strangers

i know you don’t speak my language

but i love the way you’re talking to me..

Even the way Pete said ‘baby’ made Vegas wanna call him over and take him to where they’re staying

i can hear it callin

from where you are

loving the way you wanna talk

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete smirked at Vegas’ reaction to him, making him gulp hard, bottling up all his jealous and angry emotions just so he doesn’t cause a scene. He was very possessive when it came to Pete, Vegas wanted him all for his own. He didn’t want everyone enjoying what he called his, but as expected, Vegas had no choice but to comply with Pete and his job. He supported Pete a lot when it came to it.

call me when it’s after dark

something in the way you wanna talk

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete was beyond hot when he was dancing, how perfectly swift and talented he was made Vegas all giddy on the inside. He had a problem down in his trousers, biting his lip to control his body which was acting differently to his mind. Vegas’ body was desperate for Pete, wanting to run on stage and pull him into his arms, while his mind was urging him to sit still in his seat.

He didn’t want Kinn and Porsche to notice him either, so he had no choice but to act like a dog and not move and inch.

Porsche- “Wow!! My best friend is awesome! Go Pete!”

Kinn- “He’s very good, don’t you think so Vegas?”

Vegas was in his own world at this moment, admiring Pete with jealousy overflowing in his eyes, which were deepening in red.

Porsche- “Vegas..?”

Kinn tapped his hand, making Vegas look around aimlessly as if he doesn’t know anything.

Vegas- “Yeah..? What happened?”

Porsche- “Kinn asked if you think Pete is good?”

Vegas- “My boy is more than good..”

Vegas responded back, adoring Pete once more with his eyes, licking his bottom lip as he gave his signature smirk to Pete. Kinn and Porsche laughed softly at Vegas’ response.

Though Vegas was enjoying it all, something immediately caught his attention. Pete ripped half of his shirt, exposing his defined and toned abs, which Vegas wouldn’t of expected.

Porsche- “Ooh!! Pete is so saucy, damn”

Porsche let out a breath before laughing with Kinn once more, they both were watching Pete, having fun watching him perform. It was obvious Pete was very confident at this moment, as his thrusted his hips forward, grinning a little as he did so. The crowd got even wider as Vegas’ mouth hung open, unable to let out any words.

Kinn- “Woah!”

Porsche- “Pete is really taking his chances”

Kinn- “Very seriously”

Pete smirked as he met eye contact with Vegas, as Vegas was still stunned. Did he do this to get on Vegas’ nerves? Cause god it was working well, as he looked around the audience with even more envy in his eyes. You could call him a green-eyes monster.

Vegas- “Fuck, you’re killing me babe..”

Vegas whispered to himself in a soft and quiet tone, feeling a lump in his throat. As he kept his eyes on Pete, he sipped on his water, basically finishing 3 cups just to maintain his composure.

Pete- “I know you all like it”

Pete talked in a monotone voice, no melody, no rhythm either as he thrusted again. Vegas nearly spat out his water, as his eyes widened at Pete. Many people were screaming louder, their phones on the fly as they all awed at Pete’s moves.

How deep Pete’s voice was once he said that, his teasing and playful expression on his face. God it made Vegas melt in his chair

Vegas- “You better watch we get home Pete.”

He whispered quietly to himself, as he bit his own cheek, leaning forward just to see Pete even more.

Porsche- “Man, he’s really making him angry babe.. Pete is in for a wild night”

Porsche whispered to Kinn, making them look at each other. Porsche felt a little worried for Pete’s safety after this, mainly for his legs.

Kinn- “I can agree on that love, Pete better watch his steps tonight. And i don’t know about you, but i find his jealousy highly entertaining”

Kinn let out a louder laugh, Porsche playfully punching his shoulder

Porsche- “Kinn stop that!”

Porsche couldn’t help but laugh as well. The green eyed monster was doing his job very well, and they even grinned at each other, knowing Pete was in for a treat.

oh tell me babe, tell me how you like it babe

i don’t even know your name

i love the way you’re talking to me..

Pete ended his performance, sweating his life away, but satisfied with his work. On the other hand, Vegas was in war with his own mind and body. He looked at Kinn and Porsche who were clapping with the rest of the audience.

It took a lot of work for Vegas to not go and question Pete, or even ruin him deliriously, for that hot and sweaty performance. He wanted Pete all for himself at times like this.

Kinn- “Uhh..Vegas..?”

Vegas- “What is it Kinn?!”

Vegas talked in a stern and serious tone, the green eyed monster taking an effect on everyone around him. Kinn and Porsche already got their answers from Vegas’ reaction.

They knew Vegas was a bit possessive when it came to Pete. He loved him deeply, he was too scared to lose someone so important to him. His past lover did so, and left Vegas alone till he met Pete, who made his life liveable. No one talks about Vegas’ past lover, they have nothing to do with his or anyone else’s mind anymore. Both Kinn and Porsche knew Vegas was scared he’d lose Pete to one of those fans, which is why he was so protective of him. He didn’t wanna loose the most important person to him. He couldn’t.

Porsche- “Calm down Vegas, what’s wrong?”

Vegas- “Nothing is wrong Porsche”

Kinn- “There is Vegas, just tell us”

Vegas- “I’ll tell him instead”

Vegas pointed at Pete who was now going off stage. Little did Vegas know, Pete knew just how he was. He knew Vegas would be struggling with his jealousy.

Vegas scratched the back of his nape, standing up from his seat. He walked down heaps of stairs making his way towards Pete, who seemed to be making twists and turns around there corridors. It seemed he was trying to run away from Vegas’s might

Pete seemed to know what was coming, and what’s the harm of a good ol’ chase hmm?

Vegas- “Pete. I see you”

Pete heard Vegas’ voice as he seemed to get closer, as he was swerving past many people just to get by. Vegas was so close to pulling him into his embrace. Just when too many people got in the way, causing him too lose Pete in the crowd of make-up artists.

They were opposite of each other, looking at one another from the sides of the crowd. Pete smirked at Vegas, sticking his tongue out.

Pete- “Come get me then”

Pete replied back to his words in a louder tone, as Vegas laughed softly, pulling out one of his signature smirks.

Vegas- “Just you wait babyboy, daddy’s coming..”

Pete started running away, escaping the crowd and Vegas too, well..as it seemed to be. As Pete turned the corner, he was met with a tall, well-built chest, shirt unbuttoned a little. He knew what he collided with instantly.

Vegas- “Seems you came to me instead baby..”

Pete- “Im getting changed, wait”

Pete tried to escape, but Vegas pulled him back towards him, now both of their chest colliding. Vegas looked down at Pete’s ripped shirt, and smirked once more

Vegas- “You won’t be getting changed anymore love”

Pete- “Im sweaty hun, i need to change”

Vegas- “Don’t make excuses to run away from me. You know what you were doing on that stage”

Pete- “What was i doing?”

Pete asked so innocently, it made Vegas wanna pin him to the wall and explain it through actions. Vegas kept his cool, looking at Pete with the same smirk as always.

Vegas- “I don’t care what you were doing anymore. Just know that.. i will consume you.”

Vegas stepped closer to Pete, making their thighs touch. Pete gulped hard, looking at Vegas with playfulness but a bit of worry for his sanity.

Pete- “Im never listening to Porsche’s ideas ever again..”

Vegas- “What was that love?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Seems like Porsche decided to pickpocket an idea from his mind and innocently hand it over to Pete.

Vegas- “Are you ready?”

Pete- “For what?”

Pete looked at him all confused, like he didn’t hear Vegas’ words from before.

Vegas- “You’re in for a treat babyboy, come with me”

Pete- “But i’m not ready to leave-“

Vegas- “Ah ah ah..”

Vegas put his finger on Pete’s lips, settling him down and keeping him quiet

Vegas- “You caused this, so you’ll fix it for me right?”

He asked, looking down at the bulge in his trousers, Pete followed his eyes looking down as well. His eyes widened slightly, as he then stood back.

Pete- “No!”

Pete declined instantly, his face delicately flushed with flowery pink. His sweet vanilla aroma flourishing their close proximity. His shirt ripped in half still, his abs dripping in deep but salty looking sweat, making Vegas bite his lips to control the urge to lick it all off.

Vegas- “You’re coming with me”

And with that, Pete was dragged through back stage, apologising to anyone he runs into by accident. His hand was held tight, locked with super glue as Vegas’ horny and jealous mood was really showing. Pete wanted to laugh so hard, but he knew it wouldn’t end how he wanted to if he did that.

Pete- “Vegas calm down”

Vegas- “How about no?”

He replied in a strict and monotone voice, making Pete chuckle softly. Vegas heard him and looked at him for a second

Vegas- “What are you laughing at hun?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Pete tried to hold in his laughter, but couldn’t. Looking at Pete laugh, his cute and beautiful smile as his teeth showed. Pete looked like a little bunny, and that thought made Vegas smile himself. He’d kill to see his smile all day, his happy and sweet boy.

And although Vegas was getting manipulated by Pete’s smile, he continued to take his little rascal to their car. He threw him in the backseat, crawling on top of him immediately. No time was to be wasted.

Pete- “Vegas? Are you sure you want to do this here?”

Pete asked a little nervous, though he wanted Vegas to wreck him badly, take away his sanity as he begs for mercy underneath him. All that was getting him riled up, his trousers feeling tighter against his skin.

Vegas started playing with his ripped shirt, unbuttoning the leftover buttons slowly just to tease Pete.

Vegas- “I’ll do you whenever i please baby”

Pete- “Thats not how it works love”

Pete laughed softly, making Vegas’ eyebrows raise at his confidence.

Vegas- “I don’t need to question you about it, i know you’d agree straight away”

That made Pete gulp hard, pulling Vegas close to him. Pete made the first move, shoving his lips onto Vegas’, moving passionately and harshly against his lips. Pete’s lips were plump and sweet, as Vegas’ honey lips tried its hardest to devour every inch of them.

Vegas- “Fuck-the things you make me wanna do..”

Vegas muttered under his breath, his tone being as deep as ever, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Pete’s lips curved into a smile, getting pulled closer by Vegas. Their chests collided straight away, as Vegas looked around the car. He was searching for something, as Pete stayed still, laying down like a good boy.

Vegas- “Oh fucking hell..there’s none in the car..we have to go home..get in the front seat”

Pete did as he was told, quickly getting up and climbing into the front seat, Vegas hastily getting into the one next to him and revving up the engine.

Time Skip-

Vegas grabbed a condom, opening the packet as Pete did the honours of undoing his belt and trousers. They quickly undressed, excited for what’s to come, both falling on the bed.

Vegas- “Your body is beautiful baby..no wonder they all want it”

Vegas curses at himself for basically allowing those fans to admire his boy. He loved Pete’s curves, how smooth and warm they felt in his palms.

Pete- “But only one person can have it”

Vegas suddenly smirked, looking at him with interest again. His fingers twirled around in his soft and silky hair, he other free hand stroking his already hard cock

Vegas- “And who’s that?”

Pete- “Vegas Theerapanyakul”

Vegas- “You tease”

Vegas replied with his eyebrows raised, as Pete suddenly flipped him over, climbing onto his crotch and settling on top of his hard cock. Vegas looked at his boy seductively, his hands caressing his waist. Vegas bucked his hips and pushed upwards just to play with Pete, who groaned softly at the hard hit.

Pete- “Stop that Vegas”

Pete looked at his seriously but playfully, as Vegas laughed in a deep tone.

Vegas- “Why? Aren’t these games fun to you?”

Vegas pushed upwards again, Pete bouncing slightly as his groans became louder. Vegas continued to do his sinful actions, making Pete impatient.

Pete stopped him in his tracks, holding his shoulders down to the bed

Pete- “I said stop Vegas”

He said with a slight chuckle, as he grabbed Vegas’ cock, and shoved it up himself, making himself moan loudly. Vegas stared at him in shock, mouth open in the shape of an ‘O’.

Though Pete was struggling to help himself, Vegas was still stuck in the middle. Either to watch Pete enjoy his own cock, or to pound into him like a wild beast. Vegas loved his naughty boy when he wanted him so badly.

Vegas- “You’re one of a kind love, i’ve never seen anything like it..”

Pete- “You couldn’t seen anything like it before, i was the first one to offer you an ass”

Pete talks in a flirtatious tone, his fingers grazing Vegas’ chin sedulously. Vegas’ eyes fixated on Pete, unable to break their eye-contact.

Vegas- “But..you came to me first, it’s not my fault you couldn’t wait for it”

Vegas fights back with a credulous tone, his eyebrows raised slightly as he thrusts his hips up. Pete moaned softly at the short pleasure he experienced. But that was just the start of the ride.

Pete- “Don’t you mean, you couldn’t wait for it?”

Vegas- “Wait for what?”

Pete- “Me”

Vegas- “You’re such a fuckboy”

Pete- “What a nickname…”

Pete smirked as he started to bounce on Vegas’ crotch, his cock going in and out of his ass. His prostate was taking all that pain and pleasure, well..moreover that pain which he called pleasure. Pete began to moan louder and louder, taking Vegas’ hard length well, like he always does.

Vegas started to help him, the hot pleasure becoming overwhelming already. Their bodies started to become sweaty and warm, the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their loud moans and graphic actions were so entertaining to watch and hear.

Vegas- “Fuck babe, c’mon, faster for me”

Pete bounced faster and harder, getting tired from the quick pace but not of the undeniable and sensual satisfaction of Vegas’ cock smashing into him.

Vegas- “You know how to do me babe. Be a slut and work for what you want”

Pete was obsessed with Vegas’ dirty sex talk, as it was such a bliss he enjoyed. He loved hearing it loud and clear, complying to whatever he says. He knew he was a slut for Vegas, one which he himself liked the taste of.

Pete- “Augh..~ I..It’s so good, more, more love”

Vegas continuously thrusted into Pete, hearing his heavenly moans in his ear was just what he desired. Vegas’ lips were all over Pete’s neck, tasting and devouring every inch he could get. Pete deliriously bounced upon him, unable to stop himself from letting out his moans.

Pete- “Im..i’m close Vegas, please!”

Vegas didn’t stop, suiting his boyfriend’s needs just how he liked it. Vegas recklessly thrusted into Pete, taking his time to view how much he appreciated his boy. Pete opened his eyes for the first time, looking at Vegas with content and love. They kissed a little as they both came upon each other.

It wasn’t just lust between the two of them, it was infatuation and deep affection. Both Vegas and Pete shard that tender intimacy which couldn’t be compared to. They were the most important person in each other’s lives.

As they both finished off with the night, the clock turning around to 4am, they laid in each other’s embrace, unable to escape from the warmth of the night. Pete faced the window, looked beyond at the city, as Vegas put his arms around his bare waist, keeping him close.

Vegas- “You ok love?”

Pete- “Except for my legs being in pain, my ass feeling numb and my abdomen wanting to kill itself, i’m doing just fine”

Pete talked in a sarcastic tone, serious but also joking. He was in a lot of pain though.

Vegas- “I’ll give you a nice massage and bath tomorrow ok?”

Pete- “Hmm, thank you. I love you Vegas baby”

Vegas- “I love you more my fuckboy”

Pete- “Why am i a fuckboy?”

Vegas- “You love being fucked-”

Pete- “Shut up and sleep”

Vegas laughed softly as Pete rolled his eyes, being sassy. They both closed their eyes, sleeping the night away in each other's dreams.

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Thank you so much for reading my fanfiction! I’ll be back soon with another story for you to enjoy.

Requests are open! (BL’s are preferred for character development)

P.S- Thank you so much for all the support on my FF’s, i’ll continue to make many more!

See you soon my lovelies <88

-reii

#vegaspete fic #vegaspete #kinnporche the series #lgbtq #gay romance #vegas x pete #bl smut #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul

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littlejeanniebean · 5 years ago

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Ep. 3 | The Marauders: Riddle Records

A/N: “Come to the dark side. We have a solo career.” - Tom Riddle Jr., probably. On a lighter note, I can just see them backstage like this by the lovely artist @theimpossiblefifth. Read on AO3 :) Enjoy! - J xx

One look in your eyes

I can read your mind

You're naughty, my type

Care for a good time?

You could be just like all your high society friends at high tea

You could get with a football player

But there’s nothing like a shot of adrenaline in the morning

You know you want a dragon slayer

“Like me,” James mouthed seductively to the camera and winked.

“I’m Alice Fortescue, these wonderful lads are The Marauders, thank you for joining us this Saturday Night Live!” the actress grinned widely as the camera backed away.

The boys all gathered around her in a group hug.

“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Obviously, this was Sirius speaking.

“You were wonderful, honey,” a low voice whispered.

A smiling man with sweet eyes and a mop of dark hair put his arms around Alice.

“Oh, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Frank!” the bubbly actress grinned widely, “He’s a photographer for GQ.”

“Sick!” James shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Frank; lovely working with you, Alice; hope you’ll both come to one of our shows sometime, ta-ta!” Sirius practically dragged the band away before anyone could say anything more.

“What was that?” Remus tutted at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, ta-ta?” the bespectacled boy wiggled his nose to adjust his glasses that had gone askew, “Who says that?”

“Not what I meant,” the pale, mousy-haired boy shrugged off his suit jacket in their shared dressing room.

“Look, I’ll explain later!” Sirius pleaded, “Just hurry up and let’s get the hell -”

“Yoo-hoo! Siri!” a warbling, high-pitched voice giggled on the other side of the door, “This is their room here, Tommy...”

“Christ,” the dark-haired boy covered his face with his hands.

“We’ll deal with Bella,” James set his jaw and turned to the other two, “Ready?”

Remus and Peter rolled up their dress shirt sleeves and nodded.

The trio filed out of the dressing room, forcing Bella Black and her friend backward, and immediately shut the door behind them.

“He doesn’t want to see you or any of your family again, Bella,” said James sternly, giving the show's new cameraman the stink-eye for good measure.

Bella stuck her tongue out childishly.

Her guest grimaced and offered his hand to the boys, “I’m sorry about her. She overheard I was interested in speaking with you young talents and… well, it got a bit out of hand. I’m Tom Riddle, of Riddle Records.”

Really, the man with chiseled features and dark slicked back hair wasn’t much older than they were. But he was dressed more expensively than they could ever be comfortable with, even with the fresh success of their debut album.

“You’re Senior’s kid,” James nodded, his mother being an agent in the industry. He noted just the smallest flinch at the mention of the man's father. “With all due respect, we already have a label.”

“A label that has you locked into a contract as a group,” Tom gave them each his card and presented James with another one for Sirius, “We would pay any fees associated with breaking your current contract, then we would launch your solo careers - James as the pop prince, Sirius as the rock and roll bad boy, Remus as the R&B god, and Peter as the jazz legend!”

“We’re better musicians together,” said Remus.

Tom leaned in, “Your success now, quadrupled. Plus the potential for high-engagement collaborations among you. The freedom to create in your own style on top of that. Imagine it. And give me a call.”

"Ta-ta," Bella blew them each a kiss in a way that could only be described as menacing. When they were out of the boys' earshot she simpered, "You're such a clever businessman, Tommy."

"Don't call me that," he yanked his arm away and pressed his phone to his ear irritably, "I found us some new business and laid the groundwork. Can I have my allowance now?"

The Marauders flew back to Scotland that night and rehearsed for months until they were ready to drop before flying back to LA for Night One.

“Nervous?” Sirius whispered while they waited for their opening act, DJ Dedalus Diggle, to finish his set.

“Why would you ask me that?” James huffed, adjusting his bright red tie for the umpteenth time.

“You need more glitter,” Molly patted his cheekbones lightly with her pointer finger, which was covered in the golden stuff.

“Five minutes, boys!”

“Thanks, Arthur!” Remus spoke for them all.

“We’ve got this, Jimbo!” Peter bounced excitedly on his heels.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve been performing at recitals since you were big enough to reach the keys from the bench.”

“The jitters never get old,” his baby-faced friend told him, “but we’re all going out there. And with everything we do together, we always have fun.”

James nodded to himself and made sure to check on their drummer for the tour, “You good, Kingsley?”

The man in a rose-red disco suit twirled the sticks deftly in his hands, “Let’s do this.”

“... and now, Los Angeles,” Diggle hyped the crowd, “give it up… for The Marauders!”

The lights went up and the boys looked out at the incredibly emotional fans who’d come to see them.

“Right,” James whispered, reaching for the microphone with shaking hands, “A-one, two, three.”

I don’t have a lot of time

I’m running for my dear life

Can’t breathe without you by

Aye aye aye

It’s a full house

But I’ll seek you out

It’s a wild crowd

But I’ll seek you out

I don’t know how

But I’ll seek you out

James couldn’t help grinning ear to ear as Sirius broke out into his guitar solo.

Remus pointed out a sign that said, “Marry me, James Potter!”

The lead singer laughed and spoke into his mic, “Well, will you buy me dinner first, at least?”

The girl promptly fainted.

Arthur was by her side immediately to make sure she was alright.

“Oh, dear, you’ve hit your head,” Molly crouched down beside him and handed the young girl an ice pack.

The red-headed manager got his first good look at the videographer and her multi-pocketed fishing vest and cargo pants.

She noticed him staring, “I’ve known these boys a long time. You never know what you’re going to need.”

“Good advice,” he helped her and the fan back up in one go, “I’m Arthur.”

“Molly,” she grinned, hoisting her camera back onto her capable shoulders and focused back in on James.

Under your spell, I like how you play it

Keeping it cool is so overrated

Waiting on you, every breath bated

Hey hey hey

They played LA two more nights before moving on to San Francisco. Then Vegas, then Seattle, and across the rest of the continent, all the way to New York.

“Madison Square Garden,” James swallowed, taking in the iconic jumbotron above their heads and the entire stadium, really.

Just three hours later, he was up on that very stage, sweat trickling down his back and the bridge of his nose as he sang his heart out about a funny story the designer, Lily Evans once related about her sister via Instagram post.

There’s a little house on Privet Drive

Where nothing ever happens

Little curtain twitcher of a wife

And a little boy and husband

But when they leave for their nine to five

And the little boy goes to school

The little old lady with cats ninety-nine

Does what she wills to do

Living next to ordinary no. 4

So much to do, so much to explore

The grocer down the street from me

His daughter left for university

And he needs the comfort of my tabbies

Yessiree, that’s what I’m here for

Your neighbour next to ordinary no. 4

After that, they went all over South America. The streets were typically too narrow to drive a tour bus around, so they often jetted from one country to another and rented a little convoy of minivans to take them to the arenas from their hotels and back.

“Shit, Petey’s got food poisoning!” Remus fussed over the poor boy.

“I’m fine! Really!” the blond insisted before doubling over and retching once more.

“I can fill in,” DJ Diggle adjusted his signature flat cap, “I have all your songs pre-recorded -”

“We have half an hour to get it out of his system!” Sirius declared determinedly, “We’re not going on without you, Pete!”

“I’ve got the doctor!” Arthur came in, followed closely by a middle-aged woman with apple cheeks and curly hair.

“You need to replace your fluids,” Molly handed Peter a bottle of electrolytes.

“Yeah, it’s a common bacterial infection going around among tourists,” said the doctor, giving him a dose of antibiotics, “He’s not in any shape to perform, you lot, so you might as well let him rest.”

“I can - oh,” Peter ran to the bathroom.

“How soon can you give him another dose of that?” Sirius asked anxiously.

“Not any time in the next half hour,” she narrowed her eyes at him, apparently having overheard his earlier proclamation.

“Poppy’s right,” said Arthur, “Peter’s health comes first. Dedalus, isolate the keyboards in every track and queue the set list.”

“Try to keep in time,” Sirius added.

“No improvising for tonight, lads,” Arthur warned the regular band members.

“But -”

“I’m serious.”

“And so am I!” he could only maintain a straight face for two and a half seconds after he said this.

James sighed as they waited for the DJ to introduce them half an hour later, “It’s not going to be the same without Peter.”

“We’ll make the best of it, Jimbo,” Remus assured him, “and he’ll be back with us for the next one.”

The frontman set his jaw, pushed his glasses up his face and pulled the microphone to his lips.

Do you remember

The games we used to play

Mermaids underwater

Aliens in outer space

Do you remember

The sticks we’d raise aloft

We called them swords and never

Lost the battles that we fought

Peter was back on stage the next night, to much celebration and all too soon, they flew back across the pond for their European leg. Of course, their first stop was Scotland.

“It’s so good to be home,” James sighed happily, pausing to wipe his glasses on the hem of his shirt and winking at a girl who lost it at the sight of his abdomen, “This is our last song. Please join in if you know the words. Or make them up. Just have a good time. Be as loud as you want to. We love you all, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. We’re the luckiest boys in the world.”

Is there a risk to it?

Is it a challenge?

If there isn’t, if it isn’t, I don’t want it

Yeah, I wanna do some damage

I feel lucky tonight

I got you by my side

Seven days in a week

And you spend them with me

So hell yeah, I feel lucky

"That sounds really good, Pete," said James from where he lay on the floor of their stage after the arena emptied, "We could use that."

Peter chuckled, "It's Chopin. A waltz."

James ambles over and his friend makes room for him on the bench.

"It's a split C chord, then F, A flat..." he guides him through the song. It's out of time and messy, but they're having fun. "James…"

"Yeah, Pete?"

"What are we going to do about Tom Riddle's offer? I mean, his dad’s label practically owns half the music industry. And Castle is just this little independent… He could make our lives more difficult than he already has."

"Unless we join him, you're thinking?"

"We could ask Arthur to negotiate a group contract just the same. I doubt they'll dislike the idea of paying less upfront."

"But what about loyalty to everyone at Castle? McGonagall? Urquart?" James shook his head, "We're having a successful tour in spite of the ticket bots Riddle set on us. We're looking out into seas of fans all wearing our merch in spite of his shipment hijacking. And we're having bloody good time because we're not letting any of the homophobic slander he's fueled the press with get to us."

"Here, here!" cheered Sirius, clinking his beer bottle with his boyfriend's.

"Right, rest up, lads! You deserve it with all the work you put into this show," James stood and ambled back to the tour bus, where Shacklebolt was already sleeping soundly, being the earliest riser of them all.

“Goodnight, all!” Peter loved his friends, truly. But he was convinced their stubborn sense of the meaning of courage would do them a great disservice.

As always when confronted with a decision to make, he visited the only jazz bar in Scotland, the Leaky Kettle. Immediately upon stepping inside, he let the smooth piano carry away the stress.

“The usual,” he told the bartender.

“Put it on my tab,” Tom Riddle swivelled around on the bar stool, "Fancy meeting you here."

"You mean you didn't expect to? Didn't plan it?" Peter received his drink with barely more than a sideways glance at their adversary.

"It's just business, Peter. I know you understand that."

"Then why go through all this trouble for one act? There must be thousands - hundreds of thousands - of talented artists who could make you rich."

Tom rolled his eyes, "My father was always… a bit single-minded. He wants to put me through my paces before handing me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. But don’t worry about that. Just know this: I think your group is talented and I can see that you’re the musical glue holding it all together. You’re the only one with any formal training, after all. And I really can see to your career’s longevity. If you stick with this boyband too long, though…”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Then what?”

“Well,” the label executive leaned in, “then you’ll need to think about what that does to your image as a real, serious musician.”

The blond boy finished his drink.

“Another one for my friend,” Tom told the bartender, took his jacket, and left.

His calling card sat heavy in the keyboardist’s wallet.

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years ago

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Day One - When in Vegas

Prompt: future!au

It’s cutting it close, but here is my first contribution to @spideychellemonth! I’m gonna try my darndest to keep up, but I’m so excited for this guys!!

This is potentially going to be multi-chapter, mostly because it was getting too long and I was having just TOO MANY IDEAS lmao Let me know what y’all think! This is also based off of an idea an anon sent me a week or so ago about a marriage pact!AU that i just LOVED the idea for

Basically, the 1.7k Waking Up Married in Vegas!AU nobody asked for pls enjoy! <3

Fuck.

It’s the first semi-coherent thought that pops into MJ’s head as she’s dragged into a sluggish state that can barely be described as consciousness. Her eyes, feeling as if they might fall right out of her skull, squeeze shut in an effort to stop the sun’s merciless assault. The groan that leaves her mouth as she turns away from the window is almost inhuman, her tongue heavy and dry, throat feeling as if she’d just swallowed barbed wire. If she moves too much, she’s sure whatever concoction of last night’s activities currently residing in her stomach are going to end up on the floor.

Three gin and tonics, two vanilla screwdrivers, and a few too many—who was counting, really?—shots of tequila seemed like an okay idea last night, at least past-MJ thought.

That was a problem for future-MJ.

Future-MJ hates past-MJ.

It was true, it was all true, she reflects as her stomach gurgles violently, lurching into the back of her throat.

It’s a simple explanation, really.

Over time, the enzymes required to metabolize all that booze have started to weaken, no longer breaking down toxins with the same vigor, leaving the elusive acetaldehyde to roam free.

In other words, she’s thirty.

Gone were the glory days where she could drink the night away and wake up with just a mild headache. The days where she could have as many different cocktails as her heart desired and not wake up feeling like death itself. The days where she could drink just one glass of pinot noir and not feel like an angry bull is stomping on his hippocampus.

But it had been Ned’s 30th, one of her best friends since high school, a real cause for celebration. They were in Vegas, for crying out loud. Sin City. What was she supposed to do?

Not drink?

(Well, yeah. That would have been ideal.)

But where was the fun in that?

Her hand brushes across her bare stomach, and she realizes with a small start that she’s naked.

She’s not sure if she’s ever been more confused.

Come to think of it, she’s not sure she even knows what happened last night. There’s flashes, very brief flashes of club music, Grey Goose, way too much glitter, and a lot of highly questionable, dumbass financial decisions involving slot machines and poker games.

She’s pretty sure she’s still alive, about 62%, but she’s also fairly certain that her brain has been replaced with cotton and sewing needles. An ache that starts right around her knees shoots up her spine, radiating throughout her body as she pulls the blanket tighter around her and buries her puffy face into the pillow.

When she realizes that any chance of sleep is gone for good, and that she can’t just will this splitting headache away with her own mind, she cracks an eye open. She immediately regrets that decision as soon as the harsh sunlight hits, shaking her head, throwing her arm out in some kind of half-assed effort to fight it off.

Her heart nearly stops when her hand hits something soft and warm next to her. She yanks her hand back, eyes shooting open to see someone—a man—face down in the mattress, head of chocolate brown waves turned away from her. A rather uncalled for heat swarms her body as her gaze drifts to his exposed back and lingers on the taut muscles there, drifting lower, the thin stop-sheet just barely covering the curve of his—

What the hell happened last night?

But dread starts to mix with the nausea gripping at her stomach as she realizes something about the naked mystery man in her bed.

She knows that curly mop of brown hair.

Immediately, she shoots up from the bed, gripping the sheet against her chest.

A big mistake.

The nausea finally wins the battle, and she runs to the bathroom, not bothering to cover up as she empties the toxic contents of her stomach into the toilet.

It’s a wonder Peter doesn’t wake up from her violent retching.

She forces out a harsh exhale as she flushes down the remnants of her night out, hand reaching out to grip the bathroom counter as she rises on shaky legs. She grabs the complimentary bathrobe—how fancy—and shrugs it on before turning to the sink to splash ice cold water onto her face.

And that’s when she sees it.

The gaudy, cheap, obviously fake rock sitting smugly on her left ring finger, staring right back at her slack-jawed expression.

What the fuck?!

It all comes back to her.

They’d been so, so incredibly dumb.

Both of them.

Peter looks stupid good.

He always has, of course, she wasn’t blind.

But his late-twenties seemed to have been incredibly kind to him. He still had that boyish charm she’d always secretly liked, but now… now there was just something about him, standing under these neon casino lights, wearing a plain black suit with a white tee underneath, that brought back years and years of repressed high school feelings.

Mutual feelings that neither of them ever acted on. Only joked about.

They would never have worked as a couple, they’d always say.

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

So they both moved on. It was high school. They still had the rest of their lives ahead of them.

Plus, the risk of ruining their solid friendship was just too great.

So why, after nearly twelve years, is she having to actively fight back the stupid fluttering of butterflies when he so much as glanced in her general direction?

It makes no sense.

It isn’t like they haven’t seen each other since high school. Yeah, it’s been a few months since they last caught up, both of them being too busy with work and the like, but...

They were still friends—best friends, even.

She blames it on the second gin and tonic.

Yes, it’s the warm buzz of the alcohol running through her body that’s making her feel like she’s pretty damn close to walking on air.

And she chases that feeling, returning again and again to the bar—sometimes with Peter, himself—giving up on actually counting her drinks after the first shot of tequila.

Tequila was clearly not her friend in this case.

It could also have been the fact that she’s freshly single and she’s had to witness Ned and, now fiancèe Betty, making googly eyes at each other one too many times, and it’s entirely possible that she’s just feeling that creeping loneliness she’d tried so hard to stamp down.

She doesn’t know how they get here, maybe it’s somewhere between her second shot and her first screwdriver, but they’re alone in a booth in the corner. For the first time in a while, her liquid courage doesn’t help stave off the pressure of trying to come up with something cool to say, and she feels, once again, like she’s back in high school.

It’s an incredibly frustrating feeling.

Peter ducks as he sees Ned looking for him, MJ snickering as she watches the whole ordeal. Ned’s drunkenly leading this poor, unassuming casino patron around, glancing around frantically as he wanders from room to room.

Odds are it’s just another person to try and hook Peter up with.

Ned means well, he truly does, but frankly, Peter’s a little tired of the constant matchmaking. Yes, he’s been the perpetually single friend for a number of years now, but he seemed to be pretty content on his own.

And plus, he and MJ are having a pretty good time by themselves.

He doesn’t need anyone else.

“But, Pete,” MJ starts, words slurring ever-so-slightly, tone laced with sarcasm. “Everyone knows that being single in your thirties is one of the most shameful things in existence. It’s barbaric. You need to settle down, before it’s too late.”

He throws his head back, letting out an exaggerated laugh. “You’re right. My good years are gone.”

She tsks, shaking her head. “Past your prime.”

“I’ve truly peaked.” He tips his glass to her, before taking a drink.

A smirk tugs at her lips. “What will you do now?”

“Well...” He laughs lightly, casually stirring the glass in his hand. He looks up at her, eyes glazed over, tilting his head as he fixes her with a fond, teasing smile. “We still have that pact.”

Ah, yes.

The pact.

The pact that they’d made—as a joke—when they were sixteen.

It was simple.

If they were both single at thirty, they’d get married.

That was the deal.

They even shook on it.

But, official as that simple handshake was at the time for two hormonal teenagers, it wasn’t something that was ever in any universe supposed to be taken seriously.

Maybe it was just a ring, though. Maybe they didn’t get actually, legitimately, legally get married. They couldn’t have been that dumb.

Or maybe this was some sick hangover hallucination her brain made up as punishment for drinking too much.

The rest of the night is a blur, brief glimpses of drunken giggles, his hand in hers flashing through her mind. She vaguely remembers going somewhere outside the casino with him, stumbling through the streets as they pull each other along, bright lights dancing above them.

Balloons everywhere.

A corny chapel.

A Tony Stark impersonator.

Her expression is oddly calm, a contrast to the utter horror she feels in her gut as she stares at the sparkling ring on her finger.

This isn’t that bad, she thinks. This can all be over in a matter of hours.

An annulment was easy, right?

Right?

It’s not like they had sex or anything—

Wait, no, fuck, they did.

Did they…?

Again, the later part of the night is fuzzy.

Another wave of nausea crashes into her before she has a chance to be confused, and in an instant, she’s hunched over the toilet again.

And it’s while she’s puking her guts out, while she’s praying that the naked guy in her bed stays asleep where he’s supposed to be, does a boxer-clad-Peter step into the bathroom. He looks almost as wrecked as she is, his hair in wild disarray, bags under his eyes giving Gollum a run for his money.

He hesitates, knocking gently on the doorframe. “MJ—?” At first, he looks as though he’s about to ask her why she’s in his hotel room, but his expression crumples into one of worry when he sees how sick she is. “Are you okay?”

She scoffs and gives him a weak glance over her shoulder, ready to throw a biting, sarcastic remark back at him, when she sees the way the color drains from his face.

He’s frozen in place, eyes wide, and she hesitantly follows his gaze, right onto that big, fake diamond on her finger.

Fuck.

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Chapter Reviews: May 28-June 1, 2019

Wishful Thinking Chapter 8:

Emus! I'm so glad they finally appear! And the entire scene with them is simply funny and worth it. Pete's an uttee nutcase, though an entertaining one as well. The premium scene with Emi is so adorable that I want to see the emus again in future chapters.

Glad I get to show Alec who's boss. This guy should just stop treating his employees like crap. If only I could have him replaced by someone better (not Ellen, though), that would be better.

I'm glad I finally get to hang out with Anna outside of work. Most of her appearances have her and the MC doing their jobs, so a casual chat about the emu incident feels refreshing. And Charlie's office getting trashed means something fishy is going on, probably someone opposed to him like Ellen, though I could be wrong. Since the summary for Chapter 10 sounds like Anna has some secrets to share, it seems that something is up with Charlie. He's really fishy.

A Courtesan of Rome Chapter 19:

Another exciting chapter that kept me hooked like the previous one. I was worried what Cingerix might do to the MC, so I picked the premium option to talk him out of serving Caesar. I think doing so results in the MC and Victus having a positive opinion on Cingerix, who helped his sister escape as a result.

It was fun to watch MC train under her dad and Euthymios in preparation for the gladiator match, and Cingerix developing feelings for Euthymios. If only I can get my hands on Flavius for killing Locusta and poisoning the MC, my life would've been complete. At least there was Delphinia to pray for her daughter's safety, though the MC should really be more defiant towards Flavius.

Anyway, with my anger gone from me, it was satisfying to watch my MC deliver a speech gearing public opinion against Caesar. Even more so with Sabina chanting with the crows.

Man, I can't wait for the final chapters. Especially now that the MC has told the news about Cingerix's change of heart to Delphinia.

Passport to Romance Chapter 12:

I'm just sick of Elliot and William bickering that I want to shove them inside a room to sort out their own messes. On to the regatta.

As expected, the folks there are so snotty that I can just roll my eyes. I get that Sumire has to develop as an artist, and taking criticism is an important part of it (hence me telling her that it's a learning experience), but the impression Bronwyn gave did nothing to endear me to her. Same goes to Carlisle, whom I dislike more for talking like money's the only thing that matters. Either way, who cares about these two? I didn't spend diamonds to steal Carlisle's champagne, though. :P

So Elliot just got his entire friends in trouble by placing a huge bet on a losing boat? Well, thanks a lot, loser! I swear, Elliot keeps blowing his chances to make meaningful contributions to the group that it pisses me off to no end. The only times he did that were to provide the group a place to stay in Lucerne and a private plane to fly them to Monaco. However, their stay in Lucerne doesn't make sense when they could directly go to Germany from France, and Elliot just waited until they missed the second flight to reveal that his family owns the airline of the missed flights. I seriously question his usefulness. As for Marisa, she better not lose all that money from betting Carlisle.

Nightbound Chapter 7:

Why are there options to be mean to Vera for no reason while ignoring the fact that she saved MC from a zombie? I get that her power is deadly, but she used it for good, and had no intention to harm others. Let's hope others will warm up to her.

Heh, no surprise Lady Smoke is Vera's mom. I stumbled upon a theory @a-whore-of-rome came up with, though much of the information involves Vera's first premium scene, followed by the mention of Lady Smoke as a mobster. And wow! Vera and her mom are complete opposites. I think Lady Smoke kinda has a point that they shouldn't live in fear because of their powers. After all, their power to kill others with their bare hands isn't necessarily a curse, but can come in handy depending on the user and their intents. I think Lady Smoke lets this power get in her head that she largely uses it for her benefit. A pity I didn't get her monster tear, but I certainly have plans to get it.

A premium scene to talk to Priya Lacroix. Pass, at least for now. I make no secret why I hate Priya, even though spending time with a love interest sounds like something I'd do once I know who my LI will be. For the time being, none of the love interests capture my attention.

Platinum Chapters 1-2:

First impressions-wise, the story seems OK. I don't like the clichéd bits (small town girl gets picked up by a star), but there's still hope for something else. Super glad that my MC gets to wear glasses as a regular accessory, rather than as part of another outfit. After all, I also wear glasses. And not to mention that the fanbase meter and that certain actions can cause the MC to lose fans looks like a good mechanism that prevents an immediate rise to fame cliché.

Interesting that both Avery and Raleigh can be either male or female, depending on player choices. For Avery, I picked the female one because she's so pretty. The male one's eyes look dopey, but that's just personal impression. Raleigh's harder because both choices look good, though I ended up picking the female one. It's probably not final, though.

Heh, I know Ryder from AME would make a cameo appearance in this story, and it seems that he's in his element. Also, Shane is a good friend to have so far. It's a blessing.

What is it with PB and its affinity with the rival girl cliché? I get that Jaylen isn't a saint, but this cliché discourages players to view characters with proper nuance and understand their roles in the story. After all, an important part of evaluating characters is to not let biases on certain "types" hinder one's thinking.

Anyway, let's see how this story developes.

Open Heart Chapter 16:

Honestly, I really don't like the fact that the MC acts friendly towards Landry even though the way he sabotaged the MC involved disrupting patient care. Because of this, I continued picking options that don't give him credit. Not once did he feel remorse over sabotaging the MC and putting patients at risk. It's like the situation with Sebastian in The Sophomore all over again. Forced to forgive someone who not only expressed no remorse for their wrongdoing but also forgetting that what he did are illegal, dangerous, and degrading. It doesn't help that his sabotage of the boiler is enough to erase sympathy for him.

That aside, I finally get to work with Ethan on Naveen, and it seems that Ethan is more open on his respect for MC. That seems reassuring, especially since I giggled at him saying that his middle name's Jonah after the MC saying Ethan "Freaking" Ramsey.

Seeing Aurora wish the MC luck was nice and calming. I'm proud of her taking the initiative of being nice towards the person who consoled her. It doesn't erase her flaws, such as her overconfidence when she downplayed a case as "not interesting", but I'm ready to see her slowly warming up to others and learn that all patients are interesting in their own way.

Man, I can't believe the next chapter is the finale. I won't be surprised the MC will win and keep their medical license, followed by a little celebration that involves premium options to spend time with a love interest.

Bloodbound Chapter 3:

Too bad that it costs diamonds to actually have fun in Vegas in order to blow off some steam in preparation for meeting with Landgon. Well, I'm not super tempted to buy them because my LI is neither Adrian nor Lily, though I like them both.

Anyway, on to meeting Langdon. I knew this guy's shady, but to see him keeping various supernatural beings alive sickens me. Even more so when he planned to keep MC and co. as part of his collection.

So the cameo comes from Cal. Well, not surprising, and I'm just scared at what might happen to him.

And Lily saying "to defeat the Huns" is what I need to cheer me up and lighten my mood. Despite being a vampire, she always stays true to herself and helps in any way she can. I have great confidence she'll be a great assistant to Jax.

Regarding the second flashback, I feel bad at Adrian killing the Confederate soldiers, though I wonder if that scene has changes depending on his appearance. And Gaius just reminds me how ruthless and creepy he is despite having another side to him in the previous chapter. He's shaping up to be a villain I like.

#choices stories you play #chapter reviews

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