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New Work Posted: “Kidnapping, But Make It Nicer” by OfFormAndFolly

Completed, 1.9 K Words

Summary: Chay just wants to do a nice thing. Vegas is pretty sure someone's trying to kill him. Macau might be starting shit—or stopping it, depending on your perspective.

Or Chay bakes cookies, and chaos ensues.

Excerpt:

Macau: [18:10] MY brother has been nice…and HELPFUL??

Macau: [18:11] You’re sure it’s Hia? Like, it’s not some guard that P’Kim hired to help you? Or maybe he has a head injury. Did he hit his head??

Porchay: [18:14] Yes, I’m sure it’s P’Vegas, and no, he didn’t hit his head. He started helping P’Kim with my training this week, and I can already see the difference. 

Porchay: [18:15] Yesterday, he taught me how to get out of handcuffs!! 😁

Porchay: [18:17] I mean, I’m still pretty sore, but if I get taken again, I’m ready!

Macau: [18:20] Chay. PLEASE tell me my brother didn’t kidnap you again.

Porchay: [18:20] It was for educational purposes! And I was only in the box for like 30 minutes at a time. 

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New Chapter Posted: “It’s Not the Waking, It’s the Rising” by OfFormAndFolly

In Progress, 9.3 K Words

CW: Sexual Content

Chapter Summary: Kim and Chay are finally embracing the whole of who they are and what they are to each other—violent tendencies included—and they've never been happier.

Vegas, on the other hand, is gripped by the dreadful (but increasingly inescapable) sense that he’s trying to shove a round peg into a square hole—or some shit like that.

Excerpt:

“Khimhant, I swear, if you're not inside me in the next five minutes, I'm getting that switchblade you hide in the nightstand, and I'm using it.” Chay threatened, tugging at Kim until he returned to his position on Chay’s legs.

Kim ran teasing fingers along the fine trail of hair on the younger man’s stomach. “Careful there, you're starting to sound like Vegas,” he grinned in amusement at the threat he wasn't entirely convinced was false.

Pride welled in his chest at how far his Angel had come.

“What can I say? P’Vegas is a wise man who knows what he wants. I can learn from worse people,” Chay shrugged and noted the rather alarmed look on Kim's face at the thought of Vegas as his role model. The growing bond between those two was both concerning and undeniably intriguing. 

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I'd like to think my younger self would be incredibly happy with where I am now — confused, maybe, but happy — because somehow I've made it to a place where I get to sit at home alone on a Sunday afternoon, not a church in sight, and write fun little stories about queer people doing queer things.

I get to drink my favorite coffee and appreciate art I never thought I could own — or create — and the solitude I was always told wasn't meant for me.

I think she would be thrilled.

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One thing about me? I have never written a happy poem.

Angst-ridden? Absolutely. Soul-crushing? Easily. Fucking furious? Undoubtedly.

Happy? Couldn't possibly be me. Never. Not one.

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I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol

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A Pretty Face by OfFormAndFolly

Porsche incorrectly assumed Kim was just an angsty teen musician with a pretty face. No one corrected him. What happens when his assumption is proven wrong?

Excerpt:

“Why am I suddenly getting security briefings from Kim?” Porsche asked as he crossed the room and halted in front of Kinn who seemed to be reviewing the same briefing from his tablet while taking notes at his desk and drinking his morning espresso.

“We can finally drop the pretense with Papa and Uncle Gun out of the picture. There’s not really any reason to funnel everything through Arm now that Kim can openly assume his role in the family,” Kinn replied without sparing him a glance and seemingly oblivious to the incredulity in his boyfriend’s tone.

“What exactly do you mean by openly assume his role?” Porsche asked leaning forward above the desk and lifting a hand to lower Kinn’s tablet finally drawing his full attention and causing him to look up with a furrowed brow.

“I mean Kim will just openly do what he’s been responsible for without using Arm as a front to throw Papa and Uncle off his trail. He’s formally taking over as Head of Security for the family and will continue as my enforcer and intel operative with Vegas now that we're unifying. It’s a win all around. Arm gets to focus on his actual job as an I.T. and weapons expert, Kim gets to operate as my right hand without worrying about anyone finding out that he’s not sulking somewhere with a guitar, and Kim and Vegas get to stop pretending they’re enemies while working together behind closed doors. Though, they may keep that up. I suspect they get some weird satisfaction out of it. It’s like a game for them.” Kinn paused as if contemplating his suspicions before reaching for the tablet while Porsche pulled it further away.

“Kim is a musician. He’s not involved in the family business. According to you, to Khun, and Chay. That’s what everyone has told me. You’re saying that’s not the case, and that you’ve been lying.” Porsche challenged with narrowed eyes.

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Idle Hands by OfFormAndFolly

Vegas is bored. Everyone is getting along far too well for his liking, so how can he be blamed for taking advantage when a perfect opportunity falls in his lap?

Excerpt:

"Kim: [08:33] Vegas. What did you do?

Vegas: [08:35] I may have pointed out that Chay gets turned on when you’re sweaty and covered in blood.

Kim: [08:35]  I mean, that's true, but what the actual fuck.

Kim: [08:36] Now Porsche is going to try to kill me, and I’m going to have to shoot him. That will make Chay so sad.

Vegas: [08:36] Look on the bright side, at least he knows you’re willing to spill some blood and muss your perfect hair if it means keeping Chay safe. Maybe that will win him over."

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Better in Your Hands Than Mine

Complete, 1.6K Words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66113428

It starts with a stolen number and a surprise birthday plan. It ends with Vegas's begrudging acknowledgment that he might actually have people who care about him — and that he might care back.

Or: Chay wants advice. Vegas offers to help — which surprises them both. Neither of them knows what they’re doing, but they’re doing it with their whole chest.

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"It's Not the Waking, It's the Rising"

In Progress, 4K Words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65965984

Porchay never signed up for this world, but since he’s been thrown headfirst into the deep end, he figures he might as well learn to swim. Turns out—with Kim and Vegas by his side—he’s pretty damn good at it.

As the Theerapanyakun family rebuilds itself from the ashes, Kim, Chay, and Vegas carve out a place with blood, sweat, and, honestly, more than a little stubbornness. Somehow, they also find a family that makes it all worth it.

Or Chay learns to fight, Kim learns to feel, and Vegas learns he might just deserve love after all.

Set after ���The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known” and before “A Pretty Face.”

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"The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known"

Complete, 7.6K Words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62432791

Kim knows that when Chay sees the whole of who he is, their relationship will be over, so why is Chay still standing here and not hating him?

Or a sleep-deprived Kim slowly falls apart, and Chay puts his pieces back together rather stubbornly.

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Idle Hands

Complete, 1.1K Words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61952749

Vegas is bored. Everyone is getting along far too well for his liking, so how can he be blamed for taking advantage when a perfect opportunity falls in his lap?

Or Vegas' POV after leaving Kinn's office and letting Kim know Porsche is not so in the dark anymore.

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A Pretty Face

Complete, 2.7 K Words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58414189

Porsche incorrectly assumed Kim was just an angsty teen musician with a pretty face. No one corrected him. What happens when his assumption is proven wrong?