#kinn would never

[parrots-not-in-london-anymore]

Porsche: What could Vegas have possibly done to make you like him?

Pete: Ate my ass like a birthday cake.

Porsche: Oh, yeah, I get it now.

Chay: *crying in the distance*

[ophiia]

Truly wanna know what the authors of some of those huge billford fics are doing. Like the ones written in 2016. Personally you'd have to institutionalize me.

[artfreaksmeout]

Less toxic and less family problems KP universe VegasPete Au

This goes along with the art I did for Inktober day 10. Just what I think the story may go.

Kinn and Vegas still don’t get along but it’s in a more competitive way and clash a lot but they don’t wanna kill each other and would protect the other in a life or death situation.

The first time Vegas and Pete meet is when Pete gets recruited. Vegas thinks “talented but not much else” Pete thinks “hot”

Vegas sees more of Pete since he gets assigned to missions with Kinn or on missions to help the minor family and he’s impressed with how well Pete works and carries out missions. His interest in Pete starts to grow. He’s kinda hot when he’s fighting and shooting people but he’s too nice for Vegas’ taste. Always so polite and bland.

One day Vegas says something a little condescending and Pete replies with something sarcastic (while rolling his eyes)

And Oh, This is the first time Vegas has ever seen Pete not be a perfect little guard. He usually awkwardly laughs and just smiles politely but this? The slight attitude? That’s new.

Suddenly he starts paying attention to Pete in order to see these little slip ups. These little moments of Pete being bratty and sarcastic. He starts to notice the little snide comments, the slight eye rolls.

He also starts to notice the interest in Pete’s eyes when he’s over looking an interrogation especially when it’s Vegas himself carrying out the questions and the torture. Now Vegas is even more interested.

He starts flirting with Pete. Making suggestive comments here and there, watching Pete get red and flustered. He loves it.

Pete has enough of it one day and he snaps. Grabs Vegas by his damn silky shirt and kisses him like he’s a starving man.

And that’s the start of this thing between them. Vegas pushes, teases and flirts until Pete gives in and suddenly they’re going at it in different parts of the Major Family home. And it’s not just fucking, they talk afterwards sometimes. Cuddle other times.

Then one day, Vegas is having a shit day. Everything is going wrong. He’s on edge and now he’s in a meeting with Kinn and Kinn is yelling and frustrated. Vegas can’t take it. He’s suddenly thinking of how his dad was. Always criticizing. Always yelling. Always finding fault in him. He gets up and leaves. Kinn ends the meeting and Pete goes after Vegas discreetly.

He catches up to Vegas and pulls him into an empty room. He tries to approach Vegas calmly. He gets it, he has experienced similar things. His dads abuse and how sometimes you can’t get away from the scars they leave you with. He tries to calm Vegas down, talk to him about his dad and how he’s not in the wrong. Vegas listens but then, he laughs. Void of any feelings.

“You think just cause I’m fucking you, you get to tell me anything?” And Pete freezes because yea, he didn't think Vegas was in love with him or anything foolish like that. But he at least thought they had something. Some kind of understanding. Hell, friendship even. He was too dumb to realize Vegas didn’t even see him as anything more than just some guy he puts his dick in. He leaves and Vegas realizes he fucked up big time the moment he hears the door close.

Vegas tries to approach Pete the next time he sees him. Hopes that Pete may pretend that the whole interaction never happened but the minute Pete sees him coming, He leaves. Doesn’t stop or look back even when Vegas calls out his name. Vegas feels like shit everytime Pete ignores him, because he likes pete. Goddamn it he Loves him. But he’s an asshole who doesn’t know how to control his feelings and anger and he fucks shit up by saying dumb hurtful things he doesnt mean.

So he tries what he knows best and starts throwing money at the problem. His past “lovers” always seemed to cheer up when he got them the newest tech or the fanciest clothes. So he starts sending Pete anything and everything he can think of and yet… that seems to piss Pete off even more. He even stopped ignoring Vegas just to throw the new fancy watch he gifted Pete at Vegas and said “I’m not some cheap whore you can buy your way into sleeping with” he walks away before Vegas can say anything.

Vegas is suffering because he has no idea what to do. He just wants to go back to how things were. No. He wants more. He wants to go on dates with Pete. He wants to spend as much time as possible as he can with him. Share special moments with him but now he’s fucked it all up with one single sentence.

He’s back at the Major family compound again when Porsche pulls him aside and calls him an idiot. Porsche has had enough of seeing Pete go from being sad to being angry at the mention of Vegas’s name. He had to do something so he tells Vegas to pull his shit together and just fucking talk to pete like a normal person and apologize from the heart. If Pete still didn’t forgive him he would have to suck it up and leave Pete alone.

He goes to find Pete. He finds him on his way to the kitchen. The minute Pete sees him he turns to walk away but this time Vegas is faster, he grabs Pete's arm and drags him to the nearest room. He begs Pete to listen to him. He apologizes and tells Pete that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him and that he’s a giant idiot for ruining that . Pete stays silent and Vegas thinks “He’s never going to forgive me”

Pete punches him. And then drags him into a kiss. And oh god, it’s the best feeling in the world after Pete ignoring him for weeks. Pete pulls away and tells Vegas “if you ever say anything like that to me ever again, I won’t forgive you”

They keep making out for a bit longer until they get caught by Kinn and three other bodyguards. Turns out the room they had walked into was one of the meeting rooms Kinn uses. Pete Is dying of embarrassment and Vegas just smirks at Kinn’s disgusted face. Ha, as if he isn’t sleeping with a bodyguard also.

I won’t be writing this into a fic but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so this is just parts of the story I thought up lol.

[crystallinemoonlight]

sometimes i'll think about how, at the start of episode four, pete offers to help porsche guess who he might have kissed at the pier the night before, and i imagine a crackfic where porsche goes on a quest to find out who it was by kissing his colleagues one by one - starting with pete of course that man was ready to sacrifice himself for the cause when porsche had questions about casual hookups later in the episode, offering himself up without hesitation

he visits them one by one; pol is confused... but intrigued, it's like one of tankhun's series! arm already knows it wasn't him but insists they check it anyway... just to be sure, right? you never know. ken says he'll break his face if he tries anything (very suspicious, porsche makes sure to highlight his name). big doesn't know whether to be angry or confused, he wasn't even there??? no he and ken didn't sneak in halfway through because of a secret crush, this isn't one of tankhun's series! tankhun asks what they're doing and if he can join but porsche isn't about to open that can of worms.

maybe at some point kinn catches on and realizes porsche doesn't remember but is rating the others based on if they kiss better or worse than the ~mystery person~, which is giving him an ego boost up until porsche declares that one of his friends is actually a better kisser and therefore can't possibly have been involved (said friend is very confused about why khun kinn is giving him death glares for the rest of the week)

you can even throw in some chan or vegas or anyone else if you want to, just go crazy with it, i think that'd be really funny especially if porsche just casually blasts vegas after they make out for a solid minute saying "no you're good but the other guy was just less desperate you feel me, sorry bro".

[canyourscienceexplainthis]

Re-watching kinnporsche and bruh Vegas and Kim are playing chess while everyone else is playing strip poker like these guys are strategizing and scheming and everyone else is just getting naked

[the-cookie-of-doom]

The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale. 

Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red. 

“Kim—” 

The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine. 

“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.” 

Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come. 

“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred. 

“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”

As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising. 

Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this. 

Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand. 

What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it. 

This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.

[fromperdition4]

Okay, eleven episodes in, it's about time we ask a very important question: How do the bodyguard jobs work?

Like, look at how blasé papa Korn is here when he's admitting to - well, what exactly?

Are the bodyguards (and, presumably, all of the other staff who work for the main family) really not allowed to quit their jobs? Does Korn normally have them killed when they try to quit? Or forced into an extreme form of an NDA, like a certain police inspector...

I mean, I can understand why the mafia business would be a lifelong commitment, since the higher ups wouldn't want to take the chance of someone running to the cops/other gangs with all of their secrets...

And hell, we know from episode 2 that the main family restricts their bodyguards' connections to the outside world - only letting them use cellphones on missions, and making them use a very public (recorded) phone when they have to make a call

But then in this very same episode, we see Pete 'go home to visit his grandma' - a message 'he' sent from the very cellphone he was given for his mission - and Kinn is only perturbed about it because it felt weird to him that Pete would text instead of calling...

As a side note, Pete's grandma seems to know he works for the mafia (or else, what does she think the 'main family' is?)… Surely the bodyguards aren't allowed to tell their families what they really do for a living? (Is it just that it's Pete, and Kinn trusts him? Is that why Vegas went this route to kidnap him - knowing he's a loyal soldier to the main family - instead of making it look like Pete died in the line of duty?)

Just - where does the line get drawn with the main family bodyguards? Do they have any freedom to choose when they've had enough of this job, or did they literally sign their lives away?

[rainbowcolored7]

Showing my oldish queer status here but this thought has been circulating my brain for quite some time now and I have had several drinks this evening and need to share for those who might understand or have been questioning, cause I know it's brought up a lot in fandom as a frustrating/annoying/confusing element to Kinn's character.

Kinn's style and personal decoration.

In the last couple months I did a full rewatch of Queer as Folk, and because I'm neck deep in KP at all times, I couldnt help but lightbulb relate Kinn to Brian. Especially in terms of personal style and home decor.

Brian is a gay rich bitch (both affectionate and derogatory). He likes his expensive name brand things. He's completely materialistic and not ashamed of it. He's a sex god, he's arrogant, he has a huge heart and he loves deeply despite his outward appearance of being cold and aloof.

Enter Kinn, who also embodies all of these things, and as such we can perhaps assume he is also of the same gay bitch materialistic Brian vein. He grew up in the mafia yes, but an incredibly powerful mafia, ie silver spoon et al. Brian had to work for his spoon, but he buried that behind his bravado and self-centeredness so he could appear much stronger than he really was. Sound familiar a little?

Idk where I'm really going with this except to say... Kinn Theerapanyakul 🤝🏻 Brian Kinney. These bitches would hate each other only because they're so similar, including the daddy issues. Just a couple of name brand sluts who like their boys feisty and capable of seeing through their indifferent masks.

[snickerdoodlles]

I have a thought that's spinning my brain like a top except I have NO IDEA how to express it oh man oh man oh mannnn

[awiderangeofgreen]

A/B/O thoughts and then make it about KP

One Thing I noticed about writing/reading A/B/O fanfics is how often scents are described with lots of details but in everyday life it's so hard to recognize every components of perfumes if you didn't learn how to do it. So now I just think of "baby" Alphas and Omegas at school learning about scents. Maybe it's an official thing or just group of friends trying to smell each other and recognize what is in it and what every little change could mean. Either way it would be great bonding and learning moments (for most of them, so many angst possibilities with this.)

Being able to smell all of this always would be overwhelming so I think it would be more something like "scents are here but you don't notice them as you grow up and get use to it. The exception being if they are suddenly more potent or if you focus on it"

[Exemple of this: people always telling me it smells good when they enter the shop but I'm so used to the smell of flowers that I don't notice it anymore except when we've got bloomed lilies or if I've had a few days off or if I decide to smell the roses. End of personal exemple]

And here comes another KinnPorsche related idea.

If it's at first a school centric knowledge, what about Porsche who missed so many classes and didn't have the time either to be around lots of people (except his friends)? Maybe then he only learned to recognize specific scents. Chay's being the most familiar one and then the scents of his friends. Those, he learned how to read and he can describe them but it's more something like what happens when you're always around some people and knows when their mood shift. Scents is by far the last thing Porsche would use to read a room.

And if the scent shift means specific emotions Porsche didn't necessarily learned how to recognize it, how to read it so he became (in the eyes of the others) somewhat this "don't care about your feelings" kind of person while he cares a lot but just don't know how to read signals. He's just living in a world with different codes and no matter how hard he tries to adapt, he has no one to help him. Of course Chay does try but there are not so much he can do about it.

Enters Kinn.

Kinn who grew up with lots of people around (even if it's mostly staff/bodyguards, it counts) and had to be perfect in reading people. He knows how to control his scent and rely on it to convey what he wants, how he is feeling or more like "what he wanta the other to think he is feeling" , and so on. And around him, everyone knows this and knows how to act according to it.

Kinn and Porsche worlds crash into one another. So many tension and miscommunication at first. Kinn is fascinated by Porsche.

[I might add things to this idea, I have lots of KimChay thoughts about this too but this post is already far longer than I expected]

[ohyesididnotjustdothat]

Suddenly remembering that post I made of Big looking uncomfortable listening to Porsche lashing out over his punishment for being drugged and thinking of an angsty fic concept where Big develops more sympathy, and they form some weird NWB (nuisances w benefits) situation as a maladaptive coping mechanism.

Big seeking any semblance of connection w Kinn through his object of desire. Porsche seeking comfort he's being denied by Kinn, no matter how bastardized. Kinn developing a whole slew of complexes at the idea of his most trusted bodyguard developing something w this man he's utterly enraptured by and now torn between heart and duty.

Like just a real smorgasbord of unrequited angst wrapped into one big fucked up burrito lol

[antique-forvalaka]

Sigh.

No one can take your canon gay rep away from you.

No one.

Not even a random anon writing het fic for a personal challenge to write purposely 'unlovable' fic, nor a group of people jumping in for fun.

[returning-spring]

I'm thinking of doing a small rewatch of kp. not all the episodes, just a few, esp the ones between episodes 7 to 14. I haven't watched it since october, so I need a refresher, esp on tawan

[fromperdition4]

Ahh, I love this gifset! And with Pete’s lines at the end - it really shows how Pete was both right and wrong here: Kinn never stopped loving his people; he just couldn’t let himself show it so freely

Mr. Kinn just saved your life. Mr. Kinn used to be kind in the past. He loved his people.

Mile Phakphum as Kinn Theerapanyakul KINNPORSCHE THE SERIES (2022)

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Someday I might write a fic where Chan is Kim's real father, bc I have IDEAS

[dipperscavern]

cregan's size kink is insaneeeew. ik u mentioned how big he is compared to jace. in all senses. like he just wants to protect u in his big arms and to feel your frame against his. his sweet little girl. this big brutish man of the north and his pretty princess. gods.

HELLOOOOOOOOOO ATLANTA (anon referencing this)

CREGAN SIX E KINN CRHEAN KSIZE KINK

i am chewing at the walls ily ily ily omg okay so. cregan is big. he’s big, burly, and brooding (it’s the stark blood). i just KNOW the size difference between you would drive him crazy. whenever your hand is on his bicep as you walk around, he has to physically stop himself from glancing at it. because if he does, he won’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. your hand is almost hidden by the furs of his cloak, but from what he can see, you aren’t even close to wrapping fully around his bicep. your hands are so small, and he’s so big, muscles thick & honed that are firm under your touch.

he has this innate urge to shield your body with his. like on your way traveling to the wall, you stop at inns for the night, and sometimes, they aren’t in the best places. walking in to see few crooks and people that cling to the walls, looking around them as if expecting to be surprised by something anytime soon. and seeing you, a sweet, pretty thing — wife to lord cregan stark of winterfell walk in quickly grabs their attention. has them smiling, licking their lips & sitting back in their chairs, spreading their legs wide. instead of next to him, cregan has you behind him fully. anyone that wants to think about getting a glimpse of you has to look past the thick wall of muscle in front of you first. he holds your hand tight, using it to pull you & keep you flush against him.

& when you finally get to the wall, it’s freezing. the cold gnaws at your bones in a way you could never fathom until now, but cregans done this dance before. as you stand on the platform that overlooks beyond the wall, cregan sees your shiver. he crowds your space, blocking the wind with himself. he shares his heat with you, and you lean against him. his arms wrap around you, and you’re grateful to have your northman all to yourself.