#pete x macau

[suzteel]

we touch, and we heal, and we love

my @kptssecretsanta gift for @tsttoain

[peachym00]

It's fathers day in the uk today and it really got me thinking about Vegas and Macau and how they might have coped with the day growing up together.

I can imagine Vegas as a young boy, running down the stairs as soon as he wakes up that morning; he’s gripping a homemade card he’d made at school the previous day for his dad; maybe he’d had help wrapping something up that he’d made as well and it crinkles in his little hands as he tries to get down the steps without holding onto the bannister. Gun is sitting at the table eating breakfast, he’s stressed about something and in an awful mood, and Vegas bounds over to him, nearly tripping on his still-too-long trousers, and he proudly presents them over. Happy fathers day, Pa! Look, I wrote it myself, and I put Macau’s name in it because he can’t write yet, but I can!  And he beams up at Gun, who isn’t even looking at him; he’s still reading the paper, and someone comes over to take him away to eat his own breakfast, and they’re telling him what a good job you did, but your pa’s busy, you know not to interrupt him- And that night, as he goes to bed, he’s thinking about how he probably didn’t do a good enough job, and that’s why Pa didn’t want his card; he should have practised his writing better because it’s not very neat yet, and he should have written it in English too because he knows a lot of words now and Pa has been really pushy about him being good at English-  And it takes many more fathers days after and the realisation that he will never be good enough for his Pa before he stops trying. And then Macau is six and very nearly seven, and Vegas can see him getting excited to give him a card on fathers day because he can finally write in sentences now, but by this point, he knows what his dad is like. He knows he won’t like the crinkled, hand-written thing Macau has prepared because he’d already tried.  So he tells him to leave it on the table before he goes to sleep because then he’ll see it first thing in the morning but don’t be sad if he doesn’t mention anything, okay, Cau? Because he’s swamped, you know this, so you can’t bother him about it. And he puts on a brave face and convinces Macau that he will definitely love it because you’ve worked so hard; look at how good your hand-writing is getting- And that night, after he’s read Macau a story and waited until he fell asleep, he creeps down the stairs and picks up Macau’s hand-made card and replaces it with an expensive bottle of whisky with a fancy bow on it and a generic card that he’d made sure was written neatly, and with no sentiments written because,  Because. And he looks at the piece of paper Macau had made; he’d even added crudely drawn pictures of all three of them together, and he vows to be better and do better and never let his little brother’s heart get broken because of their dad like his broke all those years ago. And then Macau is 12, and Vegas has been learning everything about the minor family business for years. He’s been trying so hard to be better than Kinn in everything he does because he needs to keep Macau out of their dad’s radar, and he has to be the best because that’s what his dad wants, what he needs from Vegas and when Vegas fails he gets hit.  Which is what happens on fathers day.  And they’re older now, and their uncle had proposed they have a dinner together to celebrate. They sit in the main family mansion listening to Korn brag about all his sons for hours while Vegas sits and tries to avoid Gun’s glare and not think about how much his cheek hurts, and Macau looks devastated, so he tries to ignore it and smiles to let him know that everything is fine.  And when he’s finally in his bed that night and can let out a breath that this day is finally over, something gets shoved under his door.

When he looks at what it is, it’s a card with cool drawings on the front of it. He knows who they’re by because Macau has been really into manga and anime recently and has been obsessed with drawing little comic strips, and he gives them to Vegas, who keeps them in a box under his bed with all the other cards he’s made. He wonders if Macau’s finally figured out what he does with his cards each year and had decided to just give it straight to Vegas instead of leaving it on the dining room table for Vegas to inevitably swap, but then he looks, he really looks at what’s on the front- It’s him and Macau, just him and Macau, and Vegas’s pet hedgehog with happy fathers day! written underneath. When he opens it, it says Have a good day, Vegas! lots of love, Mac  He cries himself to sleep that night. But for once, it’s not out of fear or hatred of himself; this time, it’s a deep sadness that he doesn’t have anyone to rely on, doesn’t have an older brother to tell him they love him, to fix his problems or help him with his homework. But Macau does. Macau does, and he’s so glad he can do that for his little brother and be there for him that he cries himself to sleep out of sheer relief that Macau knows precisely how much Vegas loves him.

And then Macau’s nearly 18, and everything is horrible and scary, and Vegas has been shot, and he might die, and he can’t even think about fathers day anymore because there’s no room for frivolity when the mafia is concerned.

And then Vegas is awake, he’s awake, and he’s got Pete, and life is hard, but he’s alive. He’s alive, his dad is dead, and he finally has someone to rely on, lean on, and hold. And being loved by Pete is a feeling so encompassing that he can’t even put it into words.

And then it’s fathers day again, but this time their dad is dead, and Pete’s dad is dead, and there’s no reason for them to celebrate, so they don’t. And Macau has finally started university, but he skips class to hang out with his brother and Pete. They don’t do anything momentous; it’s raining, so they stay inside, occupying themselves with games, movies, and whatever else, until they go to bed.

None of them mentions that it’s fathers day.

Yet that night, when Vegas is in bed cuddled up to Pete, something is shoved under their door. Pete goes to have a look, looking confused, as he holds a piece of paper and climbs back into bed with Vegas. Its a card. A fathers day card. A well-done drawing of Macau, Vegas, Pete, and their newly adopted pet cat, with Happy Father’s Day! written underneath in familiar handwriting.

He hands it back to Pete and tells him to open it, too overwhelmed to read it himself. Inside the card, in much neater handwriting than either of them thought Macau was capable of, it says-

Have a good day, Vegas.

You may not be my real father, 

but you’re the only one I’ve ever had. 

Lots of love, Mac 

ps. I guess p’pete counts now too.

He cries again, and Pete is gracious enough not to mention it. He adds it to the box, with all the other things Macau has ever made him, closing it and placing it back underneath the bed.

And it's later, years later, that a revelation occurs to him. That even though he’s spent his whole life trying to be good enough for a father that genuinely despised his existence, that even though he spent so many years trying to be better than Kinn, than Korn, than everyone.

He has always been good enough for Macau.

And he will always be good enough for Pete.

And that, that, is enough.

[songtaegguk]

Tankhun: Why are Pete and Vegas sitting with their backs to each other?

Macau: They had a fight.

Tankhun: Then why are they holding hands?

Macau: They get sad when they fight.

[angsty-violet]

Hospital Reflections

I wrote this for the KPTS Secret Santa for @suzteel who is a fantastic author and you should definitely check out.

Macau hadn’t needed to take care of anything in his entire life.

Vegas had always been there, looking after him, fixing things, and making sure his life was the best it could be while being trapped with their father.

But now, he had to be the grown-up. He had to take care of his big brother, and he had to take care of his big brother’s…Pete. He wasn’t sure what Pete was to his brother or what Vegas was to Pete. All he knew was that Pete had been the first one there with Vegas at the hospital, and he had hardly left since. Only when Macau could push him to get something to eat or find somewhere real to sleep.

Macau watched as Pete brushed strands of hair from Vegas’ face gently. Vegas stirred a little at the touch. The movement was a recent development that had been delighting them both. A good sign that he might come out of it without too much brain damage.

Macau turned his mind to the care Pete always seemed to take with his brother. It fascinated him, this relationship. Where and how had it started? Pete was cagey on the details, so it was likely that Vegas had done something awful to him. Macau hadn’t been there to see it, so likely it would’ve happened at the safehouse Vegas had been banished to. Which in Macau’s mind was a good thing. If Pete had already seen the worst Vegas had to offer, he wouldn’t be scared off and leave him later.

So, they were obviously something and that something was stirring up all sorts of feelings in Pete. Because Pete loved his brother, no one who didn’t love Vegas would take care of him like this, and Macau felt responsible for him.

There wasn’t a lot he could do the way things were. Macau wasn’t comfortable leaving Vegas for long periods yet, and without access to his resources, there wasn’t a lot. He couldn’t get him nice things or send him to expensive restaurants like he usually would with his friends. He could make sure that Pete was eating and sleeping. He could ensure the idiotic main family bodyguards that upset him so much stayed away. Little things, but Macau hoped that it was something because he really was trying. He hoped that he could step into Vegas’ shoes, if only temporarily.

Especially since Pete was doing such a good job taking care of Vegas in the meantime. He stayed on the doctors about Vegas’ treatment when Macau just couldn’t keep up with all of the complex words flying around. He ensured the nurses kept him clean and gave him the right amount of medication at the right time. He had been Vegas’ saving grace because Macau doubted he could handle it alone.

Now, all Vegas needed to do was wake up and see that his boyfriend was looking after him, and everything would be better.

Pete had had plenty of time to observe the youngest member of the Theerapanyakun family. What he had seen had surprised him. Khun and Kinn had always acted like he was nothing but a spoiled brat who thought he could get away with everything. Vegas had acted like he was the most perfect teenager ever to breathe.

What he got was something in between. Macau was a good kid, no doubt. He had stepped up to help care for Vegas and even seemed to be doing his best to take care of Pete. Which was beyond adorable because he didn’t have much authority, but he did know how to run people off. But he definitely wasn’t perfect. He had a mischievous streak and the same mean undercurrent that ran through Vegas.

Which, of course, meant that Pete was soft for him. He was so soft for this small, angry teenager trying to manage a world trying to take everything from him. The boy with little idea of how to survive in the mafia world he had grown up on the edges of.

Pete had to admit that he had started to think of Macau as his.

It wasn’t his fault! He had spent so much time cooped up with him in that cramped hospital room. He had seen firsthand what Vegas had been protecting Macau from, and he understood it completely. How was he not supposed to think of Macau as his little brother?

Especially when he was being adorable and running off the main family.

Pete hadn’t really thought he could just up and leave with no consequences, but he had hoped. Since then, his old friends and even Kinn had come by to attempt to talk him out of being with Vegas. After the third time, Pete was just tired of dealing with them. He had made his choice, and no one would talk him out of it.

Pete had been so invisible for so long that being focused on by a single person was enough to make him light up. It also kind of made him feel like he’d been set on fire, but you couldn’t have the attention without the heat. At least Pete would never be cold again.

But the main family was an entirely separate issue from his relationship with Vegas. He had played their perfect bodyguard. He had been Khun’s babysitter. For many years, he had been satisfied with being a piece of furniture. Then Vegas came along and changed everything. Now, he was ready for a different life. He was ready to be Vegas’ lover and Macau’s big brother, not just another disposable bodyguard who had just managed to last a long time.

And nothing they could say was going to change his decision.

There was also the anger toward the main family for everything they had done and didn’t do. A lot of anger, and Pete didn’t know that even if he did go back, he could get rid of it.

Macau was growing to like Pete despite himself. He had been determined to approach the matter with the logic of responsibility. He was just a new part of their family, and Macau would take care of him. But as they spent time together, Macau started to enjoy Pete’s company.

He was smart and cool. He knew martial arts and how to shoot properly. Macau started thinking of Pete as P’Pete in the privacy of his own head. Not that he would say it aloud. He wasn’t at that point yet. But as Pete started looking after him and Vegas, he had really started to feel a connection. It was nice.

However, all of that was temporarily relegated to unimportant. The doctors were hopeful that Vegas would wake up in the next few days. It didn’t matter what Pete felt for Vegas if Vegas didn’t return the feelings.

Macau hoped that whatever transpired between them was real on both sides. That this wasn’t another case of Vegas seducing his way through Thailand to get what he wanted.

Currently, Macau was closing his eyes, just wanting to relax a little. He heard Pete open the curtains and then another sound. His brother’s soft, raspy voice calling out for Pete.

It took all his self-control not to leap to his feet and throw his arms around Vegas. There was something more important to do now. Macau shamelessly eavesdropped on the conversation. The urge to jump up and down returned when he heard Pete proclaim his love. And real love, too, not whatever insanity was going on with Tawan.

“You’re not my pet anymore.”

What the fuck? Macau shuddered a little when he realized they were talking about whatever kinky shit they had going on in the bedroom. He didn’t want to know that! But, maybe it served him right for eavesdropping on their moment. Still, what else was he supposed to do? He needed to know that his protection of Pete hadn’t gone to waste.

“I’m following my heart. I don’t want to go back to the main family. You’re everything to me. Do you think I’d watch anybody sleep for a week and a half? You think I’d look after just anybody’s little brother?”

Hey, that was him! He was Vegas’ little brother.

“Macau is a joy,” Vegas’ voice was soft.

“Yeah, sure, when he’s on your side. But this wasn’t out of some misplaced sense of right and wrong. I didn’t look after him because it was the right thing to do. I looked after him because he’s your little brother. Because he loves you as much as I do. And a little because he was willing to run off the major family, but that’s beside the point. I looked after him because I love you. I am with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Macau’s heart swelled, and he couldn’t help the sly grin he sent them from his position.

“Then you’ll be with me until I stop breathing because I will never send you away.”

Pete smiled and ducked his head when he realized that there were tears in his eyes. He believed that Vegas loved him. But there was always the worry in the back of his mind that maybe he was just another of the marks that Vegas liked to work his magic on. That he was another Tawan or Ken. A tool to use and discard. Hearing confirmation that he wasn’t was all he needed.

Pete pressed forward for a kiss that Vegas took part in.

“You are my everything now. So, you need to get better quickly and start feeding me again.”

Vegas smiled, and Pete’s heart sped up. He couldn’t believe he had tried to leave this behind. He couldn’t believe he had almost had to bury Vegas.

“What’s this about the main family?”

Pete’s smile dropped. How was he supposed to tell Vegas that after losing his father and almost losing his life, he had also lost his birthright? On top of that, they had tried to take away Pete, too.

“It’s nothing. I’ll tell you when you’re better.”

Vegas frowned at the poor deflection. “Well, we’ll talk about it later then, I guess. Macau, come here, please.”

Pete startled and glanced at where Macau should’ve been napping. Instead, he was smirking at them and looking like the cat who got the cream. Macau jumped up and joined them, sitting on the edge of the bed with Pete.

“Hia,” Macau said softly.

“You shouldn’t eavesdrop on us, Macau,” Vegas scolded him. But there was no heat behind his words. No real rebuke. Just a gentle reminder. God, Pete loved this man.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your moment by leaving, and I didn’t want you to stop talking until after you’d said what you’re supposed to.”

Vegas looked at his little brother, and Pete felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“Come here, kiddo.” Vegas reached out, and Macau went readily. Pete got a flash, and suddenly, he understood exactly what Vegas had meant when he said that Macau was the most perfect teenager in existence. He hugged Vegas carefully, burying his face in Vegas’ shoulder and curling around him. They stayed that way for a moment and then broke apart.

Macau slid off the bed and grinned at them.

“I’m going to go find someplace that makes a decent cup of tea and leave you two alone.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Pete found himself amending his original thought. The kid was a menace. Pete wasn’t sure if he was ready to be left alone, especially since he still needed to tell Vegas about what Korn had done with the leadership of the Minor Family.

Macau stepped out of the room, and they were alone. Vegas smiled at him, and Pete found himself choked up and blinded by it. He had wanted to wait, but how could he?

Pete sighed softly. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

“Korn made Porsche head of the minor family.” Pete looked physically pained to have to say those words.

Vegas felt a slight pang of his heart, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he would’ve thought. He had spent his life fighting for that, and now it just felt like it didn’t compare to having Pete. “It doesn’t matter.”

Pete looked shocked. “What? That’s everything you’ve spent your life doing. You should be angry. I’m angry on your behalf!” Vegas had to hold in a smile. Of course, it mattered so much to Pete. Of course, he was so utterly perfect as to be annoyed on Vegas’ behalf.

“As long as I have you and Macau, it doesn’t matter. That’s all, nothing compared to the two of you. You’re everything.” Vegas wasn’t even lying. This wasn’t a seductive line. He truly meant it. He would give up everything from his old life, every silk shirt, club night, car, and everything else to keep them safe.

“It’s the principal! That’s your birthright!” Pete looked so annoyed and adorable. Vegas just wanted to squish his cheeks and nuzzle him.

“Pete, come here.” Vegas reached out a hand and took Pete’s. “It really doesn’t matter. Do I wish I could step into what I’ve trained for? Yes. But I worry about what I’d have to give up to do that. I don’t want to risk losing you, Macau, because I wanted to hold onto the business. I won’t let anything take you from me, and if I have to give up everything I’ve known, I will. I will do it happily if it means spending my life with you.”

 Vegas watched Pete’s face for any signs he’d be upset.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, I do.”

Vegas was alarmed to see Pete’s eyes were filling with tears. Panic rose in him. Was that the wrong thing to say? Had he said the wrong thing once again?

“Oh baby, I was so worried I was just another mark. Just another boy toy to use and discard. A rung on your ladder.”

Vegas’ heart seized. Of course, Pete thought that way. He had treated Pete like he was just another one of his idiotic lovers. He had spurned him, hurt him and made him feel worthless. That was all on him and nobody else.

“Oh, Pete, I am so sorry. I never should’ve treated you that way. You are so much more than that.”

Pete swiped at the tears running down his face and wrapped his arms around Vegas. Vegas let him hug him tightly and cursed himself. He wasn’t sure he could forgive himself for his actions. All he knew was that if he wanted to keep Pete, he needed to start treating him like what he was, everything.

“It’s alright. As long as I actually mean something to you, as long as what we have is real, then it doesn’t matter what you do. You’re mine, and I’m yours. As long as you remember that you’re mine as much as I am yours, we won’t have a problem.”

[7nessasaryevils]

well the title that interested me the most was "korn dies" because its what i wanted most from the show lmao

but this was fun, totally gonna join in this walk down memory lane (i have way more wips than i originally thought)

Pfft okay, so I've got the bare bones notes from this but essentially, I wanted to write a one-shot in which we get all the boys there.

Porchay and Macau are on a couch together, because they demanded to be here and didn't give two shits about their brothers saying no. Pete and Vegas stand together in one corner of the room; Pete didn't know if Vegas would want to be there but Vegas figured that if he couldn't put a bullet through his uncle's head, he'd at least like to be there to see the life drain out from his eyes.

Tankhun has taken up residence on a single armchair, Kim perched delicately on one arm rest. Tankhun looks at ease, but Kim can tell that he's tensed up, by the slight shake in his shoulders, the way he keeps fidgeting with one specific gem on his neon-blue jacket. Kim, for his part, flips a knife between his fingers, his own way of trying to deal with the nerves, although he wishes he weren't nervous. Because he knows that this deserves to happen.

Kinn and Porsche are standing, facing Korn, both quiet, even as Korn watches them with those benevolent eyes of his, pretending that he hasn't fucked up every single life in this room. He's not tied to the chair but he's also not going to move. Every single person in this room is armed and won't hesitate to stab him and pin him to the chair if required (Porchay has a tiny knife that was gifted to him by Kim and Tankhun has a bedazzled one tucked away in his boot: Arm helped him bedazzle it with pink and green Swarovski crystals)

Korn asks who's going to kill him. Kinn says that everyone here has motive to do so but there's someone here with that trumps all of them.

And that's when Nampheung walks into the room, her hair tied to one side the way her husband liked it, her eyes clear and knowing as she walks closer to her step-brother.

Kinn is the one who hands her his gun but she shakes her head. Instead, she pulls out Korn's knife, the same one he'd used for that stupid metaphor about apples and rusting.

Korn doesn't even have the chance to say anything; Namphueng slides the knife clean across his throat in one swipe.

Tankhun twitches and tcches at the blood splatter but other than that he comments to say that that was anti-climatic as fuck. And then says he's hungry.

Namphueng offers to cook and they all saunter off into the sunset to live murderously ever after!

There's a lot of nitpicking and fixing I wanna do to this but yeah... this was an idea I had 🤷🏾‍♀️♥️

[laurenkmyers]

bare as a fresh wound (you have my heart)

what if pete gets shot at the pool side instead of vegas? fic inspired by @vegaspetesupremicy​​​​​‘s amazing artwork (x). ao3

~~~ Vegas

Vegas

“Could you please turn around to see me...?”

Vegas?

At the third mention of his name, Pete’s voice sends shivers down his spine. He says it with such conviction, open and raw- no ‘khun’, no surname. To Pete, he is just… Vegas, laid bare like a fresh wound.

It ignites something inside him, makes him miss the way Pete looks at him. He craves it now more than ever, wants nothing more than to see Pete and wash the sadness away. He wants Pete’s fire back, not a cheap reflection of surrender. 

So he turns. Slow and steady.

Pete’s tentative smile is the first thing he sees through the fog. It warms him from head to toe, defrosting the ice around his heart and his own lips turn up into a ghost of a smile. With Pete at his side, he might actually make it through this.

Sadly, reality kicks back in in the form of Pete’s head snapping in the opposite direction.

“NO!” A command to a fellow bodyguard that comes too late.

 Before Vegas can make sense of anything Pete is turning back to him, shoving him bodily out of the way and covering him with his own-

One. Two. Three. Four.

The gunshots ring through the air and Vegas flinches at each hit, watching in helpless horror as the smile fades from Pete’s beautiful face, cheeks going slack. His eyes rapidly lose focus, but not once does he look away from Vegas. Instead, his eyes flit quickly up and down as if assessing him for the slightest indication of harm. Pete’s smile returns briefly as he realises, with visible relief, that Vegas is safe before sliding gracelessly to the floor.

For a moment, Vegas is left frozen. When he moves it’s with sluggish confusion as he finds himself on his hands and knees, crawling towards Pete, who’s lying beneath him in a sickeningly dark pool of continuously growing blood.

“No no no no, Pete!” 

Vegas barely recognises his own voice as he wails, watching the way the white shirt rapidly changes colour, darkening, saturating, as it clings to Pete’s broken body. Voices blur into the background, footsteps of what he assumes are other guards gather around the scene, but he ignores them all. He reaches over with trembling fingers and helplessly rips Pete’s shirt down the middle, pressing down on one of the many holes seeping with blood that now join the array of scars already littered across Pete’s torso. A choked up sob rips its way out of his lungs. He’s already lost so much, he can’t lose Pete too.

“P-Pete, please, baby, please don’t leave me. I need you. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he stumbles through words that don’t sound like words, trying to coax Pete awake.

Pete’s eyes flicker open, heavy and languid, and as if to taunt Vegas further Pete smiles up at him- that stupid, dimple-popping smile. Like the crazy fucking asshole he is he smiles through the pain. The smile that simultaneously delighted, annoyed, and excited Vegas, turns bitter in the pit of his stomach, because now it terrifies him. Pete watches him for a moment before his smile brightens even further.

“S-so beautiful in red... love you in red.” Pete slurs almost deliriously.

Pete’s thought process is so ridiculous that it takes Vegas completely by surprise. Vegas isn’t wearing red today? He releases a shocked laugh as he takes in the implications of Pete’s delirium. The crazy bastard is talking about the red blood splattered across his face. His boy really is just as crazy as he is. Currently bleeding out in Vegas’ arms and all he can think to comment on is how pretty Vegas apparently looks covered in blood. Vegas has never met anyone like him before.

“You’re a psycho.” Vegas quips, wiping away the lone tear tracking like a traitor down his cheek as he mimics Pete’s own words, once used on him, back affectionately.  

Pete giggles despite the thinly veiled insult, but when it turns into garbled choking Vegas pulls him onto his lap and further into his chest, shushing and soothing, but as he moves he thinks he hears Pete say ‘you love me anyway’ through the mess and Vegas thinks, ‘yes, I do.’

The next few moments of peace don’t last long as Pete starts to fade in front of him. Pete tries to speak again, words of comfort Vegas thinks, but he can’t hear anything other than the red, hot rage simmering in his gut, at himself, at the world, as he fails one more time, always a failure . His father’s words haunt him even in death.

His biggest failure now is the way the light dims in Pete’s eyes as he fails to save the one person other than his brother that he can say he truly loves. His fists clench painfully in the bunched up fabric of Pete’s ruined shirt.

As Pete trembles in his arms, Vegas wraps his own further around him and tucks his face into the crook of Pete’s neck, laying soft kisses along the line of his hair, whispering his love into Pete’s ear.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Pete says eventually, hoping to comfort him one final time. He says it with such conviction that Vegas almost believes him. But Vegas refuses to see a world in which Pete dying this way- cruelly so that Vegas can live- can be in any way okay. And if he can’t live in a world where Pete lives, no one can.

“No! Not if you leave me! You can’t leave me!” Vegas yells, startling Pete as he tilts his head to look at him.

Pete smiles one final time, “It’s gonna be okay.” He says before he closes his eyes, head slumping back onto Vegas’ shoulder as his entire body goes limp.

The monstrous noise that erupts from Vegas rocks them both and the rage within Vegas’s heart spreads like wildfire through his veins. Vegas closes his eyes, and for the first time since Pete fell he looks away, turning his fury to the group of people now gathered at the poolside. Vegas catalogues them all, one by one. Most of the faces watching the scene are unfamiliar to him, but some ring with familiarity. He examines each face, categorises them in his head, unimportant, not a threat, easily dismissible . But he keeps searching, eyeballing each and every one of them, until he lands on the one face he’s really searching for, the man responsible for Pete’s downfall. Vegas feels momentarily victorious as he catches his eye because the unassuming bodyguard knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’s caught in the last moments of his pitiful life.  

Vegas’ expression darkens further, and he delights in the fear he sees seep into the unfamiliar man’s bones as he gently lays Pete’s body safely back down to the ground without breaking his gaze. He grabs Pete’s gun, having already dropped his own, and stands with it pointed directly at the origin of his rage. But the moment he steps forward, all of the other faceless guards spring into action and lift their weapons in his direction. 

Do your worst , he thinks gleefully. 

As long as he takes that bastard down with him, he’ll gladly die right here next to Pete. It’s more than he deserves, but he’ll take it willingly.

“You…” Vegas sneers, “think you can take the man I love and live?”

The guard in question hasn’t even lifted his own weapon, frozen in Vegas’ gaze, trapped and terrified, the prey to Vegas’ predator.

Vegas takes a deliberate step forward, but as he does, the sound of a bullet whizzing through the air catches everyone’s attention. The impact of metal knocks Vegas off-kilter, as he grabs at his shoulder now blazed in agony. He’s impressed by his own resilience to the hit, and as he stands back up he feels the fury creep back in, grounding him.

Vegas lifts his uninjured arm and starts firing his gun, but sadly his aim is off, exhaustion getting the better of him. Despite his struggles he still manages to take down several armed guards on his way to the one he really wants. Getting closer and closer as each bullet hits flesh. Through sheer force of will alone, Vegas is undeterred. Even the guards themselves know he’s untouchable as they choose a more hands on tactic, gun’s forgotten. They continue their defence, but it’s more mechanical, almost as if they’ve been warned against actually killing him. It only confuses and frustrates him more. He punches and elbows and kicks his way through the gathered crowd of guards, headbutting one man who gets too close. 

Vegas is covered in so much blood he can barely see, his, their’s, Pete’s . Heavy and laden with exhaustion, his whole body starts to ache. His muscles give up on him eventually and he finds himself being dragged to the ground. The few men left standing after his rampage turn the barrel of their guns towards him in resolution- a final line of defence- but as they do a surprising voice chimes in, telling them to lower their weapons.

So surprising is the voice that Vegas blinks past the blood and sweat and turns his head up to find the source.

Tankhun Theerapanyakul, in all his black and white furred glory, stands under one of the archways with his bodyguard, Arm? (smart, good aim- could be a real threat), Vegas thinks, still cataloguing.

Arm flanks on one side of Tankhun, gun wavering in Vegas’ direction as he looks at his master with the same confusion Vegas thinks must be across his face. The adrenaline still coursing through his body doesn’t allow him to linger in said confusion for long as he blurts, “What game are you playing, cousin? Isn’t this what you wanted?” he spits maliciously, “or do you want to finish me off yourself?” Vegas thinks out loud, but quickly backtracks with a deranged laugh, “No, that’s not it. You’re too much of a fucking coward. You never did like to get those precious hands of yours dirty, did you? That’s the Minor Family’s job. My job.”

Tankhun rolls his eyes dramatically in reply. His nonchalance feeds further into Vegas’ fury as he continues, “Your poisonous family has taken everything from me. I’ve got nothing left to give, cousin. So please, spare me the theatrics and take some fucking responsibility for once in your goddamn, pitiful life.” Tankhun is about to jump in and say something, Vegas is sure of it, but he cuts him off before he can, “Taking Pete is where this ends.”

And finally, finally Vegas sees something other than nonchalance grace his cousin’s face. He sees a darkness that might even match his own, surprising Vegas again.

“Dear cousin…” He rattles off what Vegas thinks is about to be a long and arduous speech with a Jane Austen-eque air about him, “I find you insufferable. You’re a cruel, cold-hearted, son of a bitch and I do not like you, but begrudgingly you are family-” Vegas scoffs at the word family , but Tankhun carries on despite his best efforts. 

“I watched Pete very closely when he returned to me from his proclaimed extended holiday with his grandma . He thought he was so smart. Pete might be my head bodyguard, but he was always a terrible liar. He came back a changed man. He was hurt, both physically and emotionally, and for that alone I should have you strung up and beaten to death.”

Vegas tries for laughter, though it hits every nerve on its way out of his lungs so when it appears it sounds more like a sob than a laugh. Pitiful and weak, just like him. 

Despite his pity party, stubbornly, Tankhun continues, “And yet, despite everyone knowing exactly where he ended up after he exposed your pitiful plan with…” He gags around the name Tawan , “Pete chose to stay silent. Why? I saw what you did to him. But not once did he even think about implicating you. He lied to father, to Kinn, to Porsche , but most importantly- he lied to me . My most loyal bodyguard. Sacrificed his own life...for you . Tell me why!”

Vegas doesn’t have the time or the patience to explain his and Pete’s fucked up love story right now, so rather, he utilises the distraction his cousin presents to shrug off the two guards still tentatively holding him down and shoots them both in the head point blank before turning his back to his still blabbering cousin and over to the man Vegas is happy to find is still frozen in fear. But as he takes aim he’s once again interrupted by a hysterical Tankhun screaming behind him.

“WILL YOU PLEASE STOP MURDERING MY BODY GUARDS? I’M TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL OF THIS!” Tankhun flaps his arms and stomps his feet like a child mid-tantrum.

Vegas has truly lost all will to live at this point so he ignores, once more, the wailing, and takes his final aim, sending four bullets into the man’s midriff, almost an exact replica of the four bullet holes that now stain Pete’s body.

When he’s finished the job, satisfied that the man truly is dead, he turns back to Tankhun and sinks to his knees with his arms out awaiting his own inevitable end.

“I’m ready, cousin.” Vegas says in final surrender.

This isn’t exactly how he pictured his own death, but despite the less than admirable setting, Vegas is ready to die.

In his final moments he lets himself think of Macau, hopes that wherever his brother ends up, that he’s safe and cared for. The instructions to Nop, loyal from day one, were clear: should Vegas fail to return he’s to take Macau and run, as far away from Thailand as possible. The money Vegas had been stashing intermittently for years in off-shore bank accounts will keep Macau well-looked after, separated entirely from the name Theerapanyakul and all its associations.

Vegas only checks back into the real world when he hears Tankhun let out the most toe-curlingly annoying squawk, wagging an accusing finger in his direction.

“And people call me the drama queen? Get up you idiot, I’m not going to kill you. Up up up!”

But Vegas is done with Tankhun’s bullshit, and if his cousin is too much of a coward to finish him off, he’ll just have to do it himself, like everything else for this family. Readying to take his own life, Vegas turns the gun in his hands under his own chin and closes his eyes- one, two, three, four - but as the seconds tick by a garbled cough interrupts from behind.

Vegas’s eyes pop open. Tankhun’s puffy red cheeks drain of colour, white as a ghost, he raises both hands to his face and shrieks, “PETE, OH MY PETE, YOU’RE ALIVE!!”

Even that feels like a trick. A cruel trick that his cousin might have played once upon a time, but he watches as Tankhun’s face lights up, and suddenly Vegas knows it’s not a trick. Then he hears his name, but Tankhun’s mouth is no longer moving, but his name is being muttered, and it’s from the one voice Vegas could never mistake for anyone else. He whips his head around and sees a very much struggling, but still alive Pete trying to reach out to him. It prompts him into action, dropping the gun as he crawls on wobbling limbs to cup Pete’s face with both hands.

“B-baby?” He soothes, leaning down to take Pete’s bloodied lips into his mouth to kiss him with all the strength left in his trembling body. “I thought you left me...” Vegas whispers against his lips, as stray tears drip down his cheeks.

Pete’s eyes continue blinking sluggishly, “D-didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?” Pete wipes the tears from Vegas’ eyes and smiles, dimples and all.

Maybe Vegas has something to live for after all.

 ***

 The light of the hospital is far too bright.

Pete can barely open his eyes, but when he does finally manage it, the fluorescents force them shut again. He hears a soft chuckle from beside him and his body relaxes back into the fluffy pillow behind his head as the familiarity of the voice seeps into his bones and turns him to jelly.

“Too bright, baby?” Vegas asks knowingly as he lets go of Pete’s hand to get up. The moment he no longer feels Vegas next to him, he panics, letting out a rumbling groan. Vegas must understand his apprehension because he shushes him, reaches back and strokes a thumb along his open palm and says, “I’m just gonna dim the lights, I’m not going far. I’ll be right back.”

Pete relaxes once more, and once the lights have dimmed he tries to pry his eyes open again. He successfully blinks them a few times before his focus shifts over to the blurred vision in red in front of him.

“V-vegas?” He croaks, voice sore and unused.

Vegas smiles at him and nods, “Yeah, baby, I’m here. Drink this.” He brings a straw up to Pete’s mouth and lets him take several sips of the refreshing water, soothing its way down his throat, Pete hums happily. Once Vegas is satisfied Pete has had enough he pulls back, placing the half-finished cup of water onto the bed side table before turning back to look at him with the fondest of smiles. Pete wants to imprint the image on the front of his eyelids to keep forever. He also desperately wants Vegas to kiss him.

“Vegas?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me?”

Vegas’ answering smile burns brighter at the request, soothing away the darker edges of his face. And when Pete asks for what he wants Vegas is happy to comply. Especially now, as he leans forward to capture Pete’s lips between his. He takes it slow, tentative at first, until Pete pushes forward and bites down on Vegas’ bottom lip, relishing the groan Vegas lets slip into his mouth at the action. The thrill of being able to make Vegas react in such a way settles all the what ifs plaguing Pete’s mind as he sinks into the kiss like he was made for only this.

The kiss lingers on, getting slightly more heated as Vegas loses himself in it too. Pete tries to move further into Vegas, not caring for the wrinkled silk of Vegas’ shirt as he bunches the fabric between his fist, the desire to be closer replaces logic and precaution for want and need and more. But the moment Pete twitches in pain, Vegas pulls back, despite Pete’s whine of disapproval. Vegas breathes a soft apology and then takes his time just looking at Pete. So long, in fact, does he look, that when he finally utters words Pete isn’t sure he hears him correctly, and his face must display what he can’t say because Vegas repeats himself with a bit more confidence.

“You really scared me, you know?” Vegas phrases it like a question, but there is a hint of accusation that Pete picks up on immediately. His first thought is to jump straight to defensive, but the way Vegas is regarding him, with sad, unguarded eyes stops him in his tracks. Pete understands more than anyone what it takes for Vegas to expose himself in such a vulnerable way, and he never wants to make Vegas feel like he can’t be anything but honest with him. The phrase tattooed along his hip burns as a reminder every day of the fact. Full transparency. He’d never deny Vegas this. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you, but I’m not sorry for saving you.” Pete settles with, speaking his truth. Because he knows full well he’d do it all over again given the choice.

Vegas frowns, staring at him like he’s lost his mind. “Don’t do it again.”

Pete smiles back sweetly knowing he can’t make that promise. He tells Vegas as much, “I won’t stand by and watch you die, Vegas. You’re too important to me.”

“And you’re the most important person in my life!” Vegas proclaims with a hint of panic in his tone. He sits back down and lowers his voice, slightly embarrassed by his outburst. “Without you…I’ve got nothing left.”

Pete lets out a deep sigh, understanding, but despite that still says, “That’s not true. You’ve still got Macau.”

But Vegas is already shaking his head. “Macau is better off without me.”

“Don’t you think I should have a say in what’s best for me?” A red faced Macau says as he makes his presence known, hands firmly on his hips in a striking resemblance of Vegas’ stubbornness. 

Pete notices the deep sigh Vegas releases before he turns to look at his brother, preparing to explain his pain away. But before he gets the chance Macau has made his way across the room and is landing a soft punch to his brother's (uninjured, Pete takes note) shoulder. Vegas recoils in faux-hurt and his mouth drops open in surprise. 

“That’s for trying to send me away, asshole.”

“It was for your own good. I did it to protect you.” Vegas sounds firm to the untrained ear, but Pete knows that he and Macau are probably the only two people in the world who can tell the difference.

Macau doesn’t let up, that stubborn Theerapanyakul blood ringing true, “I don’t need you to protect me from this, Hia. Dad’s dead. Good fucking riddance.”

“Macau!” Vegas scolds, but sounds far too fond to make it sound genuine. 

Macau smirks, but his face turns serious once more before he says, “I’m not a helpless child anymore, V. Stop treating me like one. I’m a Theerapanyakul. I’m part of this world whether you like it or not. ” 

Vegas sighs in defeat. “I know that, Cau. I know I can’t protect you from it forever. But I wanted you to have a normal childhood. Away from all the Mafia bullshit. You deserve that.” 

“You already gave me that, hia.” Macau smiles fondly, reminiscing wistfully on the chance Vegas granted him, but his face quickly changes, hardening back into determination. “But now that I’m an adult I need you to stop pushing me away. Let me be part of your world. I just want to help give you the chance you never got as a kid. With dad gone you can have the life you deserve.”

Macau smiles knowingly as Vegas lets out a soft, choked off noise. He immediately moves to pull Vegas into a hug which Vegas reciprocates without hesitation, resting his head on Macau’s chest. 

Pete almost wishes he could step away and give them their moment, but he’s also selfish in his desires and bearing witness to the love the siblings have for each other warms his heart. When Macau pulls back, he has a slight shine to his eyes, betraying the depth of his emotions. Pete looks to Vegas then and sees the same thing reflected in his eyes and the warmth surrounding his heart spreads all over his body. He’s never been more thankful for Macau and the never-ending love he has for Vegas, who has had a severe lack of it in his life. 

Pete sniffles loudly, his own emotions betraying him as he inevitably breaks up the lingering sweetness. Macau turns to regard him in confusion, almost like he’d forgotten Pete’s presence. He considers him for a minute longer before blurting, “Is someone gonna tell me when the fuck this happened?” deliberately eyeing his and Vegas’ joined hands.

It’s only when Pete looks down that he realises that Vegas never let go, and has been subconsciously rubbing his thumb along his palm during the entire exchange with his brother. 

“Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m super grateful that you saved my brother from those bullets- Nop filled me in-” Macau answers before Pete can interrupt,  “-but, don’t you work for the Main Family? Last time I saw you, you were doing a terrible job of spying on us for them. Wait- did you betray the Main Family for Vegas? Are you one of us now? Can I call you P’Pete? I have so many questions.” Macau babbles on and it prompts a laugh out of both himself and Vegas, who just shrugs his shoulders in a gesture that clearly says, ‘your turn’. 

Pete steels himself, “I didn’t betray the Main Family- I quit.” 

Vegas’s head snaps back to him so quickly that Pete fears he might have given himself whiplash.

“You…what?” Vegas asks, voice confused and a little unstable.

“I quit.” Pete repeats, clear and concise, leaving no room for any confusion. And yet confusion clearly remains because Vegas is staring at him like he’s grown a second head or something.

“You…quit?” Vegas tries again, clearly struggling.

Pete is about to take pity on him when Macau once again makes his presence known, “He just said that, hia. Are you okay? Do you need to get checked for concussion or something?”

Vegas shoos Macau away after his unsuccessful attempts at checking on him. “No, Cau, I’m fine. I’m just trying to…understand. Why, Pete?”

Pete feels very exposed, both Theerapanyakul brothers are staring at him, expecting him to expose himself even further, but all he can muster is a shrug and a quiet, “you know why.”

Vegas loses his breath again, mouth slightly open as he swallows, allowing the implications of Pete’s words to wash over him. When realisation hits his brow furrows prettily and it makes Pete’s lips turn up in a smile. “You’re really gonna make me say it?” He asks jokingly. 

Without breaking eye contact Vegas says, “Macau, can you give us a minute?”

Macau scoffs, “Absolutely not. I wanna hear him say it too.”

“Cau…please?” Vegas pleads, still refusing to look away from Pete. It makes Pete’s heart skip several beats. 

“Ugh! Fine.” Pete thinks he feels Macau turn to walk away from them but as he does he throws one last line back at the two of them, “I knew it the second I walked in here and saw the way he was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You really are an idiot sometimes, hia.” 

Pete should feel embarrassed by that, but he can’t quite get his body to calm the fuck down enough to process anything other than the way Vegas is currently devouring him with his eyes. Saying all the things he knows he can’t say in front of his little brother. 

The moment the door slides shut Vegas is on him, tentativeness and hesitation thrown out the window as Vegas’ lips find his once more, the fire that always sizzles beneath the surface when they’re together ignites as sparks lick their way up Pete’s spine. Even the twinges of pain throbbing away on his chest don’t faze him anymore, they only add to the fuel of his pounding heart. 

Vegas draws back eventually, but he doesn’t go far, resting his head on Pete’s as he allows oxygen back into his lungs. As much as Pete wants to continue kissing him, he’s thankful for the air that rushes back into his own chest. 

“Tell me.” Vegas breathes hotly against his lips. “Tell me why you quit the Main Family, Pete.”

Pete’s heart flutters in his chest, the machine he’s currently hooked up to spikes hard, and for a split second Pete panics, wanting to fall back on old habits, giggle his way out of it, crack a joke about Kinn annoying him into quitting, tell a lie with a smile. He opens his eyes and takes one look at Vegas and he knows he won’t. Surrender never felt this sweet. He feels split open, walls crumbling, brick by brick by the fond look staring back at him. The incessant beeping of the machine fades into white noise, because nothing else matters but Vegas, and the way he makes Pete feel alive . The man Pete willingly took several bullets for, and would do again. The man who ripped him wide open, literally and figuratively, exposing all of his ugly parts, only to stitch him back together, one thread at a time. The man he loves. Body and soul. 

“Because I love you, Vegas.” Pete holds strong, “How can I be loyal to them when everything I am, is yours ?” 

Vegas grabs his face in both hands and holds him close, caressing his damp cheek with his thumb and replies, “You’re more than I deserve, but fuck, I love you too.” 

Pete is about to protest Vegas’ obvious self-deprecation when the force of Vegas’ lips slide back over his, compelling his head quiet as his body submits to total salvation.

Pete’s mind is still very much lost in Vegas’ kiss when he realises far too late that not only are Vegas’s lips no longer on his own but Macau’s head has popped back through the door and he’s cooing over at them, “Damn, you guys move fast. I was eavesdropping and assumed after you both dropped the L-bomb it was safe to come back in. Anyway, welcome to the family, my in-law.” He directs at Pete with barely concealed glee. 

The kid continues rambling away as he climbs up onto the bed behind where Vegas is still perched, snuggling close. When Pete’s brain eventually clicks back into the room he lets out a genuine giggle and tries to tuck his face away from them both shyly, but Vegas turns his head back to face him.

“No more hiding, Pete.” 

No more hiding. 

Got it. 

Vegas leans forward to kiss his dimpled cheek and Pete feels his smile grow. He thinks he might finally be ready to start living.

Whatever that means. 

Pete’s ready to find out.

[raelle-writing]

IYHSTL inspo photo dump:

Over the course of the last… 6 months? O.o yeah 6 months. Anyway, I’ve collected a lot of photos that remind me of my VegasPete fic If You Had Something to Lose. I posted a thread of them on Twitter but I think I’m going to dump a bunch here too so people can enjoy 💕

Firstly, the pic that inspired the whole fic:

(Quick disclaimer that these are pictures I’ve accumulated over time and some have watermarks while others don’t, but regardless credit to the original owners/editor)

Pete picture dump:

Pictures that remind me of Vegas:

VegasPete together pictures

Macau, Chay, and Macau/Chay pics:

Kinn and Porsche pics:

Misc. Character pics:

[blacklupin-halestilinski]

Post Canon Minor Family

After reading the book in vegaspete version , one thing I learned is that vegas is husband material. How much he loves pete, macau & venice and how he treats them.

The love and protection vegas never got from his father, he gave macau and venice as a father.

Vegas became the best lover for pete. He gave everything for him. He tried to correct all his mistakes and he did.

Also, the loss of his father made him free. It is because there is no one to control him. It is difficult for him to heal the trauma he had since childhood, but he will definitely do anything for pete, macau & venice.

According to me, there is no vegaspete second book and no one dies and no one else dies, only KORN die.

Therefore, I say that he started the story as an evil character and a red flag but after the end of the story and in the future, he is a green flag .

[raksh-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Macau Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Backstory, Reflection, Non-Linear Narrative, POV Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, episode 14, Angst and Feels, Suicidal Thoughts, The Pool Scene, and what comes after, but also before the post-credits scene, Purple Prose, I let myself go with this one OOF, Hospital Sex, Smut, Non-Penetrative Sex, Hand Jobs, Facial Shaving, Good Sibling Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Light Dom/sub, They're pretty soft here, no beta we die like Khun Spikes, brief appearence of Gun and Vegas' mom, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

The sting of irritation wars with the swell of the new-familiar-unfamiliar emotion rising in Vegas’ chest as Pete secures them together, helping Vegas back to the bed. Why, sits at the back of his tongue, Pete’s smile at the high-pitched sound of protest in Vegas’ throat only pushing it harder against his teeth.

“I could’ve made it on my own,” he bites out, bitter, though his voice lacks much force. Pete only seems to press himself closer in response, the heat of him so near muddling everything else until it becomes wholly unimportant.

“I know,” is the soft reply, hand tightening on Vegas’ where it lays on his shoulder, “I just want to be use— just want to help, that’s all.” The slip-up doesn’t escape Vegas’ notice, squeezing with something tight and painful around his chest — Pete’s smile no longer present as they stop and he looks up to Vegas, all at once hesitant and so, so vulnerable. “Can I?”

Vegas swallows, spit like sawdust in his dried-out mouth.

“I need a shave,” is what comes out instead.

--

Or yet another take on post-canon hospital in-between and the first thing I ever wrote for VP months ago.

I’m Super nervous but also very excited to finally be able to share it! Hope it’s gonna be a nice read ^^

[wordsoflera]

Cuts, Claws, and Corruption

an A/B/O VEGAS x PETE FIC by wordsoflera

”Vegas may be the devil but he kisses like a beggar”

Chapter 10 has been added.

[puresongblog]

New chapter update!!!!!!

[peachym00]

✨Happy Vegaspete day✨

The constant sound of the heart monitor kept him awake in the early hours of a lonely Wednesday morning. Although not because the sound was particularly annoying or loud. But because Pete was desperately terrified, it would stop. The beat was steady and had been for hours. Yet he did not trust it to keep going. Somehow convinced that the moment he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, it would flatline. And the silence after would deafen him. Pete had already thought Vegas was dead once. He didn’t know if he could do it again. Or Vegas and Pete in their hospital era.

This has been in my wips for so long, I figured today would be the perfect day to post! Here's Vegas and Pete in the gap between Vegas being shot and the end credit scene <3

[bifangirl09er]

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED IN MY THREE POLLS!!!

The results are in:

KinnPorsche

2gether

Between Us/Until We Meet Again.

Let me know what to write next!!

[athousandbyeol]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Macau Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Birthday Fluff, Tenderness, Food Fight, (but not that intense though), Domestic Fluff, Gentleness, Fluff without Plot, Comfort, Birthday, Brotherly Love, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 16 of for vegaspete Summary:

vegas and pete celebrate vegas' birthday together. and macau tags along too.

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i have to write something from macau’s pov. 

once again, happy birthday vegas and bible <3

[pepsi-pinacola]

Macau may have lost chocolate at cards, but at the end he won a new brother.

__

In other words: Pete spends the whole afternoon playing cards from Macau.

[gusulanbaby]

“You don’t hate us, right, Phi? You love us,” Macau said.

It was the sincerity, the casualty of how Macau said those words that made Pete relent. He let out a big sigh. It was so easy - too easy - for them to get him where they wanted him.

“I do,” Pete said with a big sigh.

Pete found more than love with Vegas and Pete.

He found his home.