#vegaspete au

[fanfictionroxs]

Imagine if Pete had become a bodyguard at the minor house. Imagine if he was stationed by Vegas' side. We know Kan has no issues hitting his son in front of his employees.

When he first hits Vegas in front of Pete, Pete stares in shock but quickly rearranges his face. After Kan leaves, Vegas throws a temper tantrum and Pete just stands there observing. Vegas turns towards him and glares at him. He wraps his hands around Pete's neck and slams him on a wall, choking him, taking out all his anger and frustration on his new bodyguard.

But Pete looks calmly at him, reaching a hand up to slide a finger down the bruise blooming on Vegas' face. "You should put some cream on that Khun Wegath. It must hurt."

Vegas storms out of the room. Pete follows after him and brings a little tube of healing cream. He holds it out to him, but Vegas glares and walks away to his room. Pete sighs, squeezes out a little bit of the cream on his fingers and puts on his silliest smile. He might die for this, but damn it he was supposed to guard that manchild in front of him.

Vegas feels a cold finger on his cheek and his eyes widen in anger, but Pete has already applied the cream quickly by then. "Sorry Khun Wegath, but you'll see it'll stop hurting soon!"

Before Vegas could do anything like murder Pete, Macau rushes inside the room. He looks from his brother's angry face and the cream shining on top of his bruise to the tube in Pete's hand and Pete instantly becomes Macau's second favorite person in the whole world.

And from then onwards, whenever Kan hits Vegas, Pete is there with his tender application of healing creams, "Khun Wegath" on his lips and silly smiles from eyes that dig inside Vegas' soul. And Vegas, who isn't used to softness and simple kindness, craves that touch more than anything else until everytime his father hits him, his heart lurches from the anticipation of Pete's touch.

Because Pete doesn't know that it's his hands that heal Vegas far more than any medicine.

#vegaspete #pete phongsakorn #vegas theerapanyakul #kinnporsche the series #fanfiction #will post this on ao3 but right now I'm feeling lazy #archive of our own #biblebuild #bible wichapas #build jakapan #thai bl #thai drama #asianlgbtqdramas #macau theerapanyakul #kan theerapanyakul #my fanfiction #my writing #vegaspete au

[peachym00]

A crack of thunder interrupted Pete’s thoughts, making him jump out of his skin.

“Fuck me, that was loud,” Pete flinched, his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage.

“Not out here; the pavement will be far too uncomfortable,” Vegas quipped, getting up from the floor and holding out a hand for Pete to take.

“You’re hilarious, you know that,” Pete said sarcastically, holding onto Vegas’s hand, which helped him up with far more force than Pete expected, pulling him straight into his chest.

“So I’ve been told.”

Vegas looked at Pete like he wanted to crack him open and see what was inside. It made him feel good and wanted. Brave.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Pete questioned quietly, not wanting to disturb the charged atmosphere that had built up around them.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about you, Pete,” Vegas says unhurriedly, his eyes gazing all over Pete’s face like he’s searching for something, anything that will give him an answer, “every time I think I’ve figured you out, you do something else to surprise me.”

Vegas brings his hand up to the side of Pete’s cheek, the tips of his fingers grazing it just so, not bearing any weight but somehow burning their mark onto Pete’s skin.  

It was then, as he was wondering what it would be like to feel Vegas’s lips upon his own, that an extraordinarily untimely and out-of-place thought came to mind, blurting out of his mouth as he couldn’t believe he didn’t catch on at the time.

“Oh my god,” Pete exclaims, horrified, “Porsche and Kinn are fucking; they’re one hundred per cent fucking.”

That would explain everything that Pete had been so far confused about. The reason Porsche was so coy about answering questions about working for the main family, the reason he had nothing wrong to say about him. It would also explain the reason why Porsche wasn’t shot onsite for injuring Macau, why out of every single gun pointed at him, Kinn chose to choke Porsche into unconsciousness instead.

“You’ve only just figured it out?” Vegas asks incredulously, dropping his hand from Pete’s face.

“He didn’t tell me anything!” Pete was slightly miffed that he had been interrogated so brutally on life at the minor compound when they could have talked about how Porsche was hooking up with his boss.

Unbelievable.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now, Pete, about Kinn and Porsche and their sex life?”

“Yes, it is,” Pete says, his thoughts coming to a standstill as he realises the moment he has deprived himself of, the sinking feeling of coming to the realisation that he is his own cock-block, “why, what should I be thinking about?”

Vegas’s gaze darkens, the corners of his mouth turning up into a brilliantly evil smile, the sharp edges of it leaving no room for mercy. They’re still standing close together, yet he tries to bring Pete even closer, their proximity giving him no choice but to rest his hand on Vegas’s chest. His other hand is still enclosed in Vegas’s own, getting increasingly sweaty the more nervous he gets.

“Me,” he whispers, turning his head to the side to speak directly into Pete’s ear, his voice hot and tingly, “You should be thinking about me.”

Pete gulps.

They didn’t cover this in training.

#another wip Wednesday #would you look at that #au where Pete is in a low-ranking mafia family #and Vegas is head of the minor family #and to pay back a debt Pete has to work for Vegas #no idea when it will be finished lol #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas x pete #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete au #kinnporsche the series #kpts #wip wednesday #my writing #my wips

[saturnscode]

PART 1

Pete's skin is soft.

And Vegas has tasted every bit of it.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he wasn’t supposed to be lying on the bed with Pete's arms wrapped around his waist and the sunlight coming through the window kissing his bare back. Vegas wasn’t supposed to be brushing his hair from his eyes feeling like he’s running out of air because he has finally come to the conclusion he's been avoiding for weeks.

But last night, as he fucked Pete, slowly and tenderly until their muscles were sore and their heads were spinning, he knew it was too late for him. He was already in love.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Pete was just a tool to get close to Porsche and piss his cousin off and ruin the deal of the hotel's new branches. He just wanted to mess with their heads like he’s been doing his entire life, Pete was a mere link, a fun fuck. Because that’s what Vegas does to gain trust, that’s how he has snatched all Kinn’s boyfriends before. With sex.

But it all went to hell when Vegas kissed those lips in the dirty alley behind Porsche's bar. His mind went numb when he heard Pete's little noises every time he touched him.

Vegas was so fucked he felt suffocating.

He closed his eyes when he felt Pete's eyes wandering on his chest and he felt out a breath when his lips touched his jawline.

"What's on your mind?" Pete asked in a whisper as he was trying to maintain the quiet atmosphere of his Uni dorm.

You. He wants to reply, but it’s more than that.

"Nothing," he smiles, "work stuff, sorry."

Pete smiles, excited. He gets on top of Vegas biting his lower lip, placing his hand on top of his chest, and resting his chin on top of them.

"Porsche is getting back tomorrow from his vacation," he says and his eyes shine so bright it breaks his heart, "we can have dinner with him and his boyfriend at night, what do you think?"

Vegas has been pushing it, trying everything in his power to avoid Porsche and Kinn the moment he started enjoying Pete's company a little too much. He didn’t want it to end, he's been hanging by a thread and he doesn’t know how long it will last when the end seems so near.

"I don’t know, pet." He replies, playing with his hair. "I'm pretty busy lately."

"Oh, c'mon, Grey," he whines and Vegas closes his eyes.

He hates that name. At first, he spitted out when he introduced himself that night in the bar and he's been cursed with it since then. It's the name Pete knows, it's the name he calls and moans, it's the name of the man he loves and Vegas hates.

"It's been eight months already," he pouts, "he’s starting to think I'm faking this whole 'boyfriend' thing since you don’t have any social media and you won’t let me take a picture with you." He pouts and Vegas wants to bite his lips off.

Instead, he stares. He brushes dust from his cheeks and enjoys the little smile Pete gives him. He’s too good and too naïve. It was easy to make him fall in love, but it was easier for Vegas to lose himself in him. He became an escape from his father’s expectations and his self-hatred, he made him forget about who he is with gentle touches and dumb jokes.

He would keep his secrets and treasure them deep in his heart, and then he would try to make Vegas laugh because he couldn’t bear seeing him cry. He cried on his lap as he played with his hair and he felt safe. And he knows he doesn’t deserve him, he knows he started a game he is bound to lose and now, there are no more cards to play.

"Do we have to prove it to him?" He replies like he’s been doing for the past few months.

He would do this thing where is questions Pete’s love, making him feel bad so he would drop the subject alone for a couple of weeks before trying again.

"No, but he is my best friend," he frowns and Vegas wants to kiss it away. "I want the most important people in my life to meet each other."

Vegas smirks, trying to change the mood.

"Oh, are we in the same place in your life?" He says as his hand wanders over Pete's skin, gentle touches from his back to the soft skin of his ass.

Pete holds his breathe, "no, I just-"

He cannot finish the sentence because Vegas' lips attack his, the same moment his fingers wander into the crack of his ass and grab, tightly.

Vegas turns them over, Pete's wrapped around his body, whimpering and crying as he scratches Vegas’ back the moment he thrusts into him.

"Grey," he groans and Vegas hits him deeper, faster.

He hates that name, but he loves the man under him.

*

"He'll be here," Pete says, stealing glances at the door behind him.

They've been waiting for his boyfriend to arrive for 40 minutes. Even when his best friend doesn’t say it, Pete can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t think Grey is coming, but he promised, and Pete trusts him. He has never failed him, yet.

Porsche is sitting with his boyfriend in front of him. They're holding hands over the table in this fancy restaurant and Pete feels a little - very much - alone.

It's incredible how much Porsche's life has changed. He went from having three different jobs only to support his little brother and trying to keep his house, to changing his major to help Kinn in the future because that’s how certain they are about being together for the rest of their lives.

At first, Pete was reluctant. At Kinn, at his friend's life choices and the entire relationship, but after nights of crying and Kinn doing everything in his hands to prove himself to Porsche, Pete started to believe Yok's bar was magical.

That’s where Porsche met Kinn, and where Pete met Grey.

Pete smiles to himself. He didn’t think they had any future. It was just a one-night stand for him, but then he started bumping into Grey everywhere he went like it was destiny.

He made him feel like no one has before. The way he looks at him, the way he talks to him, and the way he touches him. It's like he was handmade only for Pete to enjoy, to please, to love.

"Ugh," Kinn says, looking annoyed. "This can't be real."

Porsche raises an eyebrow and follows with his eyes to the place Kinn is staring now.

"Oh, great," Porsche mumbles, squirming in his seat.

"What happened?" Pete crouches down on the table, whispering to Porsche.

"Nothing, just Kinn's cousin walking in."

Pete has heard of him. The 'pain-in-the-ass' cousin named Vegas. The guy who is always trying to mess with everything Kinn has or does.

Pete starts to turn his back because even when he has heard plenty of stories about him, he has never seen his face and he would be lying if he says he's not curious.

"No, don’t turn!" Porsche whispers, "let's not look at him so he goes to another table."

Pete nods, standing still in his chair until he sees the displeased look on both Kinn’s and Porsche’s faces.

"Great," Kinn says under his breath.

But their expressions change, suddenly dropping at the same time he feels a hand squeezing his shoulder.

He recognizes the touch, damn, he even recognizes the scent behind him, so he wraps his hand around his wrists and turns to look at him. He's dressed in all black, just like the night they met.

"You're here," Pete smiles.

"I promised I'd be here." He says, his eyes never leaving Kinn's.

Pete frowns because, suddenly, something feels off.

"What is this, Vegas?" Kinn asks, laying back on the chair.

"Vegas?" Pete asks, confused, his eyes going from Kinn to Grey, not understanding the situation. "No, P'Kinn, this is Grey, my boyfriend."

He smiles and turns to Porsche. That’s when his heart drops. Porsche is shaking his head, looking at him with pain in his eyes. Pete turns to Grey once again.

"Grey?" He asks, trying to make him look at him, but he doesn’t move, his jaw tightens up and his fingers start to play with his rings.

That’s when he sees it, a ring that looks a lot like Kinn but in silver. Pete can't breathe.

"Grey?" He asks, softly, with his heart on his throat and his fingers wrapped around his arm. "Why are they calling you Vegas?"

"Porsche," Kinn says and he nods, standing up immediately, grabbing Pete's arm.

"Pete, let's go home." He pleads, but Pete is not having it.

"Grey, what is this?" He shakes his arm but he won't flinch. So he licks his lips, letting a trembling sigh out, "Vegas?"

He turns, slowly, tilting his head to the side, looking at Pete.

He freezes, beside him is the same man that kissed every inch of his body just this morning but his eyes are empty, dark, and soulless. Pete feels like he cannot breathe anymore.

So he releases his arm and lets Porsche drag him out of the restaurant. His eyes never leave the man on the table until the elevator’s doors close on them. He blinks a couple of times and now, he is inside a car, his head in Porsche's chest as he whispers 'sorry' and 'we'll fix everything, don’t worry', but he doesn’t worry, even with the tears running down his face, he can’t feel anything.

#vegaspete #vegaspete au #vegaspete fic #vegas pete fanfic #my writing #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham

[therealfailwhale]

Alright Vegaspetes, your excitement over my streamer chef Vegas idea has given me tentative inspiration for the first time in months. Here’s a taste of a rough draft I’m working on.

The camera basically looked directly down onto the cooking surface, as though it was hovering on top of the chef’s head, taking in the same view as (what Pete assumed were) the chef’s very beautiful eyes. The hands—which may or may not have made appearances in Pete’s fantasies—were both strong and delicate at the same time. There were callouses on the pads of the fingers, but the backs of the chef’s hands were pale in a way that emphasized the bone structure. (Did Pete ever stop to think that maybe it was weird the way he was obsessed with a stranger’s bones? No, no he did not.)

Without preamble, the hands got to work. A small yellow onion was selected, and it’s wispy outer layers peeled away. The chef reached out of frame and his hand returned holding a knife with a matte black blade. Far faster than Pete would ever attempt (which was saying something seeing as how he had to train with knives multiple times a week), the chef turned the onion on its side, sliced it in half, and then set to slicing the halves, cutting and cutting until all that remained was a pile of thin onion strips. The chef used the knife to scoop them into a red bowl and then set it at the top left corner of the counter, just barely in view. With finesse, the chef wiped the knife clean with a damp black towel and swept a cluster of scallions into the cleared work space.

As a bonus for me, my ideas about this fic are also motivating me to cook again, something I’ve been too depressed to do for months, if not a full year. Vegaspete: good for the mental health.

#vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kpts #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete fanfic #my writing #vegaspete au #Sexy Chef AU

[ohanny]

pls, i need this

au where pete - a poor orphan virgin who despite his friendly smiles falls into the friendless loser category - is totally not surprised when the village elders choose him to be the annual sacrifice to the vengeful, moody old god named vegas that resides in the woods surrounding their home. pete is pretty chill with his fate because he gets it. someone has to go to keep everyone safe and since no one will really care if he's gone, he's clearly the best choice. it probably won't be pleasant and the fact he has to wait for his doom tied naked to a pole during winter solstice really doesn't make a man feel very noble and dignified but hey, at least this way, when vegas finally manifests out of the shadows, pete can blame everything on hypothermia. vegas: i am here to consume you, useless human pete: oh wow. i mean hi. shadow monster sir. majesty? god? sorry. vegas: ... this will hurt. pete: hey, that's not always a bad thing! vegas: ... i am confused. pete: oh sorry, didn't mean to cause any drama. consume away! vegas: ... pete: :DDDD vegas: ... i shall take you into the shadow realm to consume another day. pete: ... yay? and this is how pete accidentally male wifes vegas, an ancient eldritch abomination. bonus: next year he cheerfully walks back to his village much to everyone's shock, decked out in some sick shadow realm swag, gleefully announcing him and his new husband are willing to offer a once in a lifetime 3 souls for 5 years of peace honeymoon deal. aesthetics in no way related to that photo shoot where bible wears a tiara and build looks like a sexy priest in red bottom boots.

#kinnporsche the series #vegas x pete #vegaspete #kinnporsche au #fanfic prompt #vegaspete au

[m-a-w-a]

There are many things that Pete could say led him to this point in life; from his decision to start working for the Theerapanyakul Family coven despite the vampires’ terrible reputation to his choice to volunteer himself to join the New Family coven in order to settle a debt between Kinn and Vegas.

He thought himself so clever then, some small sacrifice to avoid an all-out vampire war. It’d seemed appropriate at the time, perfectly reasonable. It was just another way for him to serve and protect the family.

He had been ready to die the instant he crossed the threshold of the new family coven. He still is.

Vegas doesn’t want him dead, though.

The light-headedness and constant coldness from the blood lost have not left him alone for days, but it fades in comparison to the pain in his chest, the long gash that Vegas made in a fit of pure anger then the eerie, pregnant silence as he observed Pete’s blood dribble down his chest and on his pants.

Pete would never consider himself privy to the complex inner working of the vampire, but he saw the signs just the same; the way Vegas’ eyes turned a deep black and glinted red, how his lips opened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the fangs appearing from his mouth, stark white against red.

Vegas touched Pete’s shoulder, let his hand roam towards the blood and collected it on his fingers. Pete didn’t dare to breathe, didn’t move, as he watched in slow motion Vegas bring his fingers to his mouth.

The knot in Pete’s throat doubles up and throbs painfully as he remembers the way Vegas sucked and licked the blood off his fingers, no grimace, no repulsion on his face despite Pete’s infamous bad-tasting blood.

Pete might have moaned – maybe he did – and Vegas surely noticed. His black eyes almost turned red and before Pete had time to understand what was happening, how and why, he found himself trapped between a wall and the body of the vampire, just as hard and unyielding, fingers digging into his hips and keeping him in place.

Vegas pressed his face against his neck, humming deeply, sharp teeth scrapping his skin dangerously. Pete inhaled briskly, his heart hammering in his chest, his mind going on a loop of bite me bite me bite me; as if Vegas could read his mind, as if Pete had any business wanting and expecting things from the vampire.

In pure instinct, his head dropped to the side, stretching out and presenting his neck to the almost rabid animal in front of him, a tight coil of barely contained longing, a predator on the hunt.

“Beg me,” said Vegas, voice husky and hoarse, nose pressed against Pete’s offered neck, not faring any better than his prey. “Say it Pete, tell me what you want.”

Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) 

Chapters: 1/8 & 2/8 Status: On-Going; Final chapter on 14th October Word count: ~95K Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Summary:

Pete becomes Vampire Vegas’ human helper. He’s the one responsible to bring food (people) to Vegas. He has to prepare it (bleed them) in a neat little glass too, because Vegas is the sort of vampire (weirdo) who doesn’t like to drink directly from his victims. It’s not like Pete (liar) wants Vegas to drink from him anyway.

Or the one in which Pete's blood tastes terrible and Vegas doesn't bite people, yet they can't help themselves. If it turns out they're deadly to one another, well, that's just another minor inconvenience.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire!Vegas, Human!Pete, Blood and Gore, Biting as an euphemism for sex, (unsafe) BDSM, dangerous sex practices and by that I mean deadly. Seriously. They almost die repeatedly., they're poisonous little freaks, at this point it's pretty much a death kink, death related themes, Master/Servant, KPTS Big Bang 2023, Fanart, No beta this is what happens when you finish 100k on submission night. Let's pray for this fic. 

Thanks @mohnikei for the beautiful art and @kinnporschebigbang for organising the event!

#kinnporche the series #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete AU #my writing #kpts big bang 23

[unlikelychildchaos]

Thinking about writing an Office Romance VegasPete AU where Pete is an employee everyone likes to pile their shit on because of his lack of work-life boundaries. And Vegas is the rude and cold guy from the IT Department everyone ignores.

Pete accidentally locks himself with Vegas in the storeroom on a Friday afternoon. He doesn't have his phone on him and Vegas' phone is dead. So they sit there in the dimly lit and dusty room and... communicate?

Idk... how does it sound? Should I chuck out the idea or pen it down?

PS: I'm bad with summaries.

#vegaspete #vegas x pete #vegaspete au #thai bl #biblebuild #kinnporsche the series #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn

[raelle-writing]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Macau Theerapanyakun, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Chapter summary:

Vegas and Pete talk. Pete makes his choice.

Work summary:

When Pete saves a bleeding, gorgeous stranger from being killed by the Yakuza, that man opens doors to a world of submission and pleasure he’d never known before.

When Vegas is saved by a beautiful college student, he knows he doesn’t want to let the man slip through his fingers.

The two of them start up an arrangement: kinky sex, but only casually.

But with the Yakuza on the hunt for the person who took down their men, and the main family asking questions about where Vegas goes when he disappears, how long will their casual arrangement last?

–

OR: Pete is a college student. Vegas is in the mafia. They shouldn’t meet, but they do, and their spark is impossible to ignore.

#new chapterrrrrrrr #long-awaited because of my habit of cliffhangering ahahahah #hopefully this is worth the wait! #vegaspete #vegas/pete #vegas x pete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegas kinnporsche #kinnporsche vegas #kinnporsche pete #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete au

[inspaceibelong]

No offense, but why is there no VegasPete coffee au? Or college au? Where is the sapp? The fluff? I know we are all depressed but can we at least pretend to be stable enough to write something ..

#vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #vegaspete au #thai bl #beautiful fic writers pls write happiness

[roxr]

Vegas, definitively at some point: « The universe has foolishly decided to grant me another day on this Earth. I, therefore, am here to make that everyone else’s problem, and also to cause some havoc along the way, of course. »

Pete, walking after him, recording with his phone: « I know this, and I will make sure to get everything so we can discuss whether your skills can be improved or not later tonight. »

Vegas, turning around, glaring at him, about to open his mouth.

Pete, speaking before Vegas can: « No, not those skills, those are phenomenal. No complaints. All of you is incredible, really. But maybe there’s some torture method out there you haven’t tried and we could, you know, check it out together. If you want. »

Vegas, eyebrows smoothed after Pete’s encouragement: « We can absolutely do that later, baby. It’ll be our thing. »

#kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #pete phongsakorn #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete au #rox 🧠

[coleslaww]

ITS DONE. Give it a read and let me know what you think :D

Cop!Vegas/Serial Killer!Pete AU. Dark pete

#vegaspete #vegaspete fanfiction #vegaspete AU #alternate universe #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche the series fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #Guys I'm so proud of this #Dark Pete #Vegas is babygirl #we love to make him lose it

[biblesbuild]

hmmmmmm au where mafia doesnt exist and vegas is just some regular guy who boxes for fun (also to meet men) and one day he meets pete and they hit it off (literally pete knocks him the fuck out) and they get to know each other deeply spiritually and wholeheartedly and fall in love but pete is plagued by his overbearing and abusive father to which vegas says Absolutely not and they hatch a plan to run away together…. vegas just packs up his bag and his little brother and moves to the south w pete to live near the mans grandmother and they live out their days in peace. pete quit boxing but vegas is still vegas and loves a good spar between two sweaty men so they box sometimes… which usually ends with a makeout session against the ropes

#vegaspete #vegaspete au #vegas kornwit theerapanyakun #pete phongsakorn #repost bc it wasn't showing in tags??? im still trying to learn tumblr again #pete vegas and macau live in a two bedroom bungalow by the beach #they r happy #i might write this

[peachym00]

Prying his eyes open to the light flooding in from the unclosed curtains in his room was not the worst way Pete could have woken up. Once, years ago, he’d woken up in the back of a car, the left side of his face throbbing from where his father had punched him for losing a match; it was still dark. He didn’t know where he was going or who was driving the car, and it scared him. He was only eleven.

As the grogginess faded to something more manageable, his head was pounding; a glass of water was on his bedside table, and he was only wearing one sock. Sitting up was a struggle; the pain in his head worsened when he moved, making him feel nauseous. Reaching out for the glass of water, he realised some paracetamol was sitting there too.

Huh. 

After giving some time for the painkillers to kick in and his brain to restart, he gets out of bed and into the shower. Standing under the hot water gives him clarity, so much so that the memories from the night before start flooding in. He was drunk. So drunk. In front of Vegas.

Fuck.

The thought renders him useless, and he drops a near-full bottle of shower gel onto his foot, yelping in pain, then wincing when the echo of his own shout hurts his head.

Vague flashbacks of Vegas walking into their conversation in the bar, saving him from face-planting and helping him to bed surface from the shallow depths of his brain.

“God, Pete, you could give me a hand,” Vegas struggled to take all of Pete’s weight as they walked towards his bed.

“Here,” he holds his hand in front of Vegas’s face, chuckling to himself while he does it.

“What are you doing?” 

“Giving you a hand,” Pete bursts into hysterical laughter as Vegas shoves him onto the bed.

“You’re fucking hilarious, Pete, really,” Vegas sighs, pulling off Pete’s shoes for him, “your comedic talents are wasted in the mafia. Do you need help getting undressed, or can you do that yourself?”

“You just want to see me n a k e d,” Pete teasingly spelt out, watching as Vegas stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. Pete tried to sit up but found he couldn’t manage it; instead, he settled for leaning back on his arms, slightly propped up.

Before he knew it, Vegas was leaning over him on the bed; Pete felt like he was going cross-eyed, trying to look up at him, “And what if I do?” Vegas murmured, far too close for comfort.  

Well. 

Suddenly everything wasn’t so funny anymore.

“You’ll have to use your imagination because the only place you’ll be seeing me naked is in your dreams,” Pete whispered back, proud of himself for being able to sound coherent. 

“And what sweet, sweet dreams they’ll be,” Vegas said lowly, his tongue poking out between his lips, wetting them slightly so they glistened in the room’s low light.

Pete gulped loudly. 

He was fucked. And that was putting it lightly.

How was Pete supposed to face him now?

#happy wip wednesday #have another excerpt of my fic #au where pete is in a low ranking mafia family #and Vegas is head of the minor family #and to pay back a debt pete has to work for vegas #this is from chapter 3 #which I may post chapter one very soon #but no promises lol #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas x pete #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete au #kinnporsche the series #kpts #wip wednesday #my writing #my wips

[lokifriggasonlove]

Prompts day 1

VegasPete prince x guard au

Prince Vegas loved by all in the kingdom, respected for his kindness, honoured for his bravery, fawned over by women and men alike. Every ball he attends, he has princesses and princes being introduced, maidens throwing themselves at him at every chance but the one whose attention he actually craves never sees him as anything except the untouchable prince, his personal guard, Pete.

Pete is the perfect soldier, he's stealthy, smart, fast, strong, the best. He is always watching around and protecting the prince with his life, suffering in silence cause no matter how much it hurts to be so close yet so far from the one he loves, he knows he would always be just one out of many guards that would lay their lives for prince Vegas and could never have anything more than that. Or was he royally wrong about everything from the start???

#vegaspete #Vegaspete au #vegaspete prompt #idk if its good but i saw bible with a tiara and i couldnt stop thinking about his being a prince #i do have a lot of royalty based prompts maybe i'll post some more of them #idk if someones done something like this before #if you know any stories matching this theme lemme know I'd love to read #kinnporsche

[therealfailwhale]

Never thought I’d be needing the tag “unexpectedly erotic surgery” but here I am.

#vegaspete au #vegaspete #fanfic

[ohanny]

spicy vegaspete au where...

pete is a tired student on his way home from visiting his grandma. he falls asleep in the train and wakes up basically all "what year is it" and just wants to get to the dorms and be done with the day. he gets up, grabs his generic black bag from the luggage rack and doesn't think twice about it in his comatose stage.

except when he gets home and opens it, he realizes it's not his bag. because instead of his text books and his grandma's curry there is a terrifying treasure trove of... sex toys. of the kinky variety. he spots a flogger, rope, dildos and what looks like nipple clamps before he yeets the bag across the room like SHIIIIIIIIT

pete's basically panicking because text books and fuck, his notes (not to mention GRANDMA'S CURRY he could cry) and stares at the bag like it's a wild animal until his roommate porsche comes in and basically has the time of his life hearing about pete's most recent misfortune.

porsche has no shame and no problem rummaging through the bag hoping to find the identity of the owner while pete looks on in horror, hugging a pillow, thinking what kind of a person just casually takes a train ride with a pop up shop's worth of sex toys in a carry on.

anygays, porsche finds a planner or a business card or whatever with the owner's info and says pete should just call the number and pete is like "how about no?!" and porsche is like "bro, you broke as shit, you can't afford to replace your stuff" and pete is like "sad but true" so he gathers up the courage to text - because who the fuck calls, eww - the number "so i might have accidentally stolen your bag, totally didn't mean to" and feels so awkward because he knows the guy on the other end knows that he knows what's inside the bag and wants the ground to open up and swallow him.

they arrange a meeting the next day to switch the bags and no, pete does not jerk off after carefully repacking everything because porsche is an actual raccoon and yes, tankhun, he did arrange the swap during daytime hours in a very public place and how fast does the word travel, porsche only learned about the mysterious sex toy luggage like an hour ago.

next day pete is shitting his pants waiting by the fountain in front of some public transport stop because again, what kind of a person carries such an arsenal and fuck, is he going to get murdered by some creep and holy shit why is that guy walking straight towards him

so it turns out pete's mysterious sex toy carrier is a) his age b) has cheekbones that could probably be used as a murder weapon and c) really nice hands that offer a firm shake but are apparently incapable of buttoning shirts. "architecture?" the ridiculously attractive sex toy fiend purrs and pete's dumb brain blurs out "rope bondage?" before he can stop himself. he cringes but the guy just grins and says "i dabble," totally casual and not ashamed at all, his grip on pete's hand tightening minutely.

somehow through the blushing and awkwardness - all pete, sadly, why can't he just human? - they introduce themselves, swap bags and vegas offers to buy pete lunch as compensation for all the trouble. obviously pete tries to be all "oh nooo, it was no trouble, you don't have to" because this man is bad for his health, no one's heart should be beating this fast, but vegas just smirks, leans closer and murmurs "just be a good boy and say yes." pete's soul leaves his body.

"and that, venice, is how i met your papa."

#kinnporsche au #vegaspete au #vegas x pete #vegas stores ball gags next to his paperwork he would totally do this #pete accidentally steals a bag and gets fed #fics i will never write #but someone should #like seriously steal my ideas i don't mind