#Pete saengtham

[epikhightechnology]

Pete for @lu-sn 🖤

[zelenchai]

[iwantoceans]

If I die today, could you be the one to kill me?

[lu-sn]

Arm has a top-secret file that he keeps on a separate partition of his hard drive, locked behind three different password walls. It’s a list of all of the main family’s bodyguards, ranked by how likely they are to be the mole.

(It’s top-secret because he’s not supposed to be looking into this. Chan explicitly ordered him not to.)

There’s a handful of people Arm doesn’t even bother putting on the list. Pol, for one. Pete. Erika. Chan.

By contrast, every single one of Kinn’s personal bodyguards, past and present, is a prime suspect. Kinn’s had a notorious streak of bad luck lately. Four murder attempts in four months cannot be a coincidence.

Ken is just aloof enough that nobody seems to know what he’s up to on his off-days. This rockets him straight to the top of Arm’s list, tied with Big, who has fallen so far out of favor with Kinn that Arm can’t help but wonder if Kinn is doing it on purpose.

And then there’s the name directly under those two.

“Be honest,” he says to Pete one day. They’re sequestered in his armory, but he keeps his voice low: there’s no harm in being careful with matters like this. “Do you think there’s any chance Porsche is the mole?”

Pete is silent for a good, long moment.

“You live with him,” Arm says. “You’ve been on more missions with him than me. If anyone here knows him best, it’s you.”

“There are reasons to suspect him,” Pete says slowly. “A lot of his missions have gone wrong. He didn’t stop that girl from attacking Kinn in the bathroom. The casino stakeout was a mess. The diamond auction was worse.”

“But…?”

Pete sighs. “I don’t know. He’s young. He’s made a lot of mistakes, but he’s improving.”

Arm stares forlornly at his list, cursor blinking innocently next to Porsche’s name. “Pete, I can’t clear his name just because he’s young.”

“No,” Pete concedes. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “But he’s kind, too. He’s principled. He won’t betray people he cares about.”

“And that’s enough? You trust him?”

“I do.”

The knot in Arm’s chest jerks tighter. “But… he’s so likable.”

“Ohhh, right, he’s nice. Never mind. Death by firing squad.”

Arm smiles, sheepish.

“Okay,” Pete says. “So you think he’s tricking us?”

“Shit, Pete, I don’t know,” Arm splutters. “Isn't it possible?”

“I don't think so. Porsche isn't like that.”

Arm considers this, then plops his face into his hand.

“Did you want me to say something else?” Pete says, faintly amused.

“Yes,” Arm groans.

“Why?”

“Because…” Arm trails off.

Because the security of the main family rests on his shoulders. Arm cannot afford to be anything other than objective; he needs to leave Porsche on his list.

But the problem is that Porsche barreled into their lives and immediately made Khun Noo happier than Arm had ever seen before. The problem is that Pol hasn’t been this comfortable around someone since Arm himself. The problem is that Arm vaguely remembers being carried home from Hum Bar by an equally drunk Porsche, who took off his shoes for him and tucked him into bed and grinned brightly over his shoulder before staggering out the door.

The problem is that Arm is biased.

Pete, on the other hand, is the most level-headed person Arm knows. Leaving Porsche’s name on his list wouldn’t feel so terrible if Pete agreed with it.

“I wanted you to give me a reason to keep him on here,” Arm mumbles. “I feel bad. He’s our friend.”

“You’re doing your job,” Pete says sincerely. “There’s no shame in that. But…” He reaches over to pat Arm on the shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with trusting your gut. If you think he’s innocent, leave him off.”

Arm mulls over this. Then he pokes Pete in the side. “I think I trust your gut more than mine.”

Pete lets out a laugh, incredulous, and pokes Arm back.

-

Later, Arm highlights Porsche’s entry with his cursor and drags it to the bottom of the file. Then he pauses. His hand hovers over the delete button.

He thinks about Pete saying, I trust him. He thinks about what Pete didn’t quite say: you should trust yourself, too.

He hits delete.

-

#kpanniversary2024 episode 9 + prompt 9: trust

[peachym00]

"No pools."

kpanniversary2024 - prompt: haunting

(post-canon, post-hospital)

When the smell hit his nose, it stopped Pete in his tracks. It was enough to tear him away from the present and take him back to the dark and painful memory that hid in the shadows of his very being—lurking there, waiting.

Haunting him.

He was only there for a favour. It wasn’t like he needed the money; for once in his life, he had more of the stuff than he knew what to do with. But he wanted to get out of the house, to feel like he had more of a purpose, to feel like he still had a friend. Porsche needed help. That much was clear to anyone within six feet of him and his attempts at being the new head of the minor family. And Pete, being Pete, couldn’t help but hold onto the hand that reached out for him.

They weren’t even in the minor family compound. Pete didn’t make a habit of returning there very often, and Vegas and Macau even less. For obvious reasons, it wasn’t somewhere that any of them wanted to spend their time.

But Pete hadn’t smelt that smell since it happened. And when it hit him as he walked past the outdoor pool in the gentle warmth of the late afternoon sun, his body went cold with immediate dread.  

One whiff of chlorine and he was back to that night, the pain shooting through his knees as he dropped to the floor, the sight of Vegas’s skin losing its colour as the life drained from his body—the sound of his own screams as he mourned what was in front of him.

It was…visceral. The image of the scene of his worst living nightmare playing before him like he had a front seat at the theatre. And it wouldn’t stop. Why was there a ringing in his ears? Just playing over and over and over and over–

Pete.

and over and over and over and over–

“Pete!”

The ringing stopped, and he was wrenched out of the past and back into the present.

“Huh?” He asked dumbly, emotionally distraught and hoping desperately no one had noticed.

“You okay, man?” Porsche looked concerned as he pulled down his sunglasses and perched them on the end of his nose so he could peer down at him.

He blinked. “I’m fine,” he plastered on a smile, breathing in and out slowly in a bid to stave off the ever-building panic.

Porsche frowned, though he slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose, maintaining his immaculate play-pretend persona. “All right, man, if you say so. Anyway, so if I send over those files–”

Most things after that fly straight over his head. His body goes on autopilot, almost as if he blacks out. It's not until he somehow drives back home and sits in the driveway of his new house, tucked deep into a fancy gated neighbourhood, that he comes back to his senses. His hands shake as he takes the keys out of the ignition, stiffly getting out of the car and making his way into the house.

It’s quiet when he walks inside, yet his mind is anything but. The sudden need to find Vegas, to see him with his own eyes just to prove he’s still alive, takes over him. He barely remembers to take off his shoes before he rushes further inside, searching through every room until he finds who he’s looking for.

By the time he finds Vegas, who is tucked into the corner of the couch in the spare room, his heart is palpitating out of his chest. The window was perfectly positioned to let in the afternoon sun, so he could frequently be found napping there. Fatigue plagued him in his recovery, and it was not uncommon to come across him asleep. But today, the sight of him passed out does not make him smile. It makes Pete want to scream and howl and wish he would never close his eyes again (for as long as he lives).

He hardly makes a sound as he tiptoes across the room, but he manages to disturb Vegas anyway, his eyes squinting open before Pete has a chance to sit down. “You’re back,” he croaks, eyes brightening as his gaze lands on him. “how’d it go?” He yawns as Pete sits down next to him.

The answer to the question escapes him; in fact, most thoughts escape him. The black cloud of the past still looms over his brain, flooding his memories.

“Pete?” A hand on his knee makes him jump slightly, “what’s wrong?”

“Let’s not get a pool,” he manages, forcing down the need to scream.

“What?” Vegas laughs incredulously, pulling Pete’s arm so he sinks into his side.

“I don’t want to get a pool; let’s not build one,” he repeats, closing his eyes in relief when he can hear the beat of Vegas’s heart underneath his ear.

“Okay. Whatever you want,” Vegas speaks quietly, confused, almost as if trying not to scare away a spooked animal.

A kiss is pressed to his forehead, and the need to scream dissipates.

“No pools.”

[parrots-not-in-london-anymore]

Pete: *stumbles into the main family house bloodied and bruised*

Porsche: OMG what happened to you?

Pete: Fell

Porsche: off a building?!

Pete: in love

Porsche: Honestly? Same.

Chay: *crying in the distance*

[suzteel]

we touch, and we heal, and we love

my @kptssecretsanta gift for @tsttoain

[adanima]

headcanon time!

i'm gonna say that Pete prefers to eat rice over noodles while Vegas prefers noodles over rice

in Pete's introduction scene, he's seen eating rice

this is food he's eating of his own will instead of what the main family gives the bodyguards in the cafeteria, because "it tastes way better".

for Vegas, my half-assed argument is that he cooked noodles for Pete in the safehouse

that means the safehouse is stocked with noodles, maybe because that's what Vegas likes to eat.

and now comes my favorite part of this headcanon. because what are Pete and Vegas eating in their respective "cry into my dinner" scenes after Pete escapes the safehouse?

Vegas has a plate of rice and Pete has a bowl of noodles. they're eating the type of food that the other person likes to eat.

they're not eating for comfort, they're not eating to fill their stomachs, they're eating to remember (each other). i might even go as far as to say they're eating for penance.

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

The kidnapping tropes as they would play out in KinnPorsche:

Kidnappers: “We have taken the one you love most!” Kinn: “Oh, have you? Good fucking luck lmao!” *distant screams of kidnappers as Porsche escapes*

And:

Kidnappers: “We’ve kidnapped you!” Chay: “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS KIM ARRIVES*

And:

vehicle pulls up, door opens, Pete is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away Bodyguards: “Did you get kidnapped??” Pete: “For a minute, yeah.”

[hattedhedgehog]

"At first I thought I was a freak. Until now."

Vegaspete took over my entire brain when KinnPorsche The Series aired, and the final few episodes developing their relationship made me feral. I intended to paint the scene when it first aired, but only recently got confident enough in Procreate to paint in the style I envisioned.

-

[Image description: A digital painting of Pete and Vegas from the opening scene of Kinnporsche episode 13, lying face-up from opposite ends of the bed, their heads resting together. They are bathed in intense pink and blue light. They're wearing only their boxers, and Pete has one handcuff attached to his arm. Vegas' head turns towards him affectionately as he holds Pete's cuffed hand. Pete's head it towards the viewer but he looks at Vegas out of the corner of his eye.]

[bunny-lou]

Why do so many KP/LITA crossovers focus on the 'Phayu is Vegas' son' au and not the 'Phayu seeks out a more experienced dom when Rain starts showing interests in kinks Phayu is not familiar with, all of Phayu's kink acquaintances point him to Vegas, a well established dom with lots of experience with more intense kinks. Vegas is just tickled that his brand of dominance is so well known that a younger dom seeks him out and agrees to take Phayu on as mentee. It doesn't hurt that Pete has been wanting to expand on his exhibitionist kink. Phayu and Rain are invited to sit in on some of Vegas and Pete's scenes as the four of them explore new kinks and curiosities. Vegas mentors Phayu in breath play and impact play and primal play as Pete mentors Rain in sub life but Rain starts to mentor Pete in bratiness and the two of them together are not what Phayu or Vegas were prepared for (take that bit and run where you want with it). Phayu texting Vegas questions about role playing because he knows Rain wants to try. Pete meeting with Rain for coffee to answer questions about pet play. Vegas holding quick little pow wows before every scene to remind everyone of safe words and check ins. Rain and Pete go on shopping sprees to kink shops to surprise their doms. Pete making sure Rain knows the signs of dom drop. Rain will never forgive Vegas for encouraging Phayu to try overstimulation on him. Just VegasPete being bdsm mentors to PhayuRain' au?

[mousydentist]

KPTS TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY APRIL 9-10

Favorite Main Character - Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham

KP Anniversary Series [1/?]

[zelenchai]

KP ANNIVERSARY Week 10: Weapons

[iwantoceans]

Bonus

Kinnporsche the series // Episode 9

[lu-sn]

— jenny slate, little weirds

[guzhufuren]

for @agendratum 

KinnPorsche + text posts (pt.18/19)