I finished KinnPorsche a few days ago and have been on a fic bender :D
Tankhun/Arm (KinnPorsche)
safe (right here in your arms) by toomoon
Arm chokes on his own spit. “Um, I’m sorry, sir,” he says, “but Mr. Kinn implicitly told us that we shouldn’t let you watch any of that series anymore. At least not in the family theater.”
Tankhun hums thoughtfully. “Do you think Kinn might be more receptive if we put some gay porn on?” he says. “At least Porsche should know what’s going to happen to him if he keeps returning my brother’s longing glances.”
or,
someone tries to kidnap Tankhun again. Porsche bleeds all over an expensive car. Pol is exasperated. And Arm is perfect, as usual.
I adore Tankhun and I love the way this author writes him
“Oh, Porchay!” Tankhun exclaims, like it’s in no way unusual to find Porchay crying in the mansion hallways in the night, “I was just about to send for you. I wanted to rewatch Crash Landing On You and Arm refuses to watch it with me again. But you will, right?”
Porchay has a hard time adjusting to life in the mansion after the kidnapping and the breakup. Tankhun helps in his own way.
It makes sense that as a big brother to both Kinn and Kim of course Tankhun would know how to take care of Porchay. I loved this.
you're not a ghost (I'm not afraid of you) by toomoon
Kinn in full temper is a sight to behold, but Tankhun was raised as the family heir once too. He still knows how to play this game.
"Porsche was deliberately targeted last night by an unknown entity," Tankhun says, and watches as the chill of his tone slices through Kinn’s fiery anger. “He was drugged and kidnapped for presumably nefarious reasons. All things you would have known, had you investigated the matter properly. Instead, you gave him an arbitrary punishment that further agitated his injuries.”
or, in which:
Porsche has someone in his corner, Kinn gets a wakeup call and Tankhun is kind of a badass
This is something that I definitely needed after what happens in episode 3. An excellent fix-it
streetlights (across the skyline like stars) by toomoon
“Why are you dressed head to toe in camo?” Arm asks incredulously, half an hour later when Tankhun emerges from his closet. Behind him, Pol takes one look at Tankhun and beams.
“Wow, boss, I can only see your head, that’s spooky!” Pol says, grinning widely, and this is exactly why he’s Tankhun’s favorite. Arm just sighs, rubbing his temples as he drops into one of the sofa chairs.
or,
Tankhun and co. rescue Porsche from the dungeons.
I love getting to see Tankhun being a badass. This was so good.
just another habit by toomoon
“Oh, Porchay!” Tankhun exclaims, like it’s in no way unusual to find Porchay crying in the mansion hallways in the night, “I was just about to send for you. I wanted to rewatch Crash Landing On You and Arm refuses to watch it with me again. But you will, right?”
Porchay has a hard time adjusting to life in the mansion after the kidnapping and the breakup. Tankhun helps in his own way.
It makes sense that as a big brother to both Kinn and Kim of course Tankhun would know how to take care of Porchay. I loved this.
devil is in the details by toomoon
The confines of the hospital have forced Pete to be more creative in the tools he uses. A gun is out of the question, too loud even with the silencer on. The scalpel is lovely, nice and sharp, and meant to cut through skin and sinew, but it makes such a terrible mess cutting through the main artery, and sticking it through the eye is a slow way to die. Pete will have to stick to spools of surgical steel or his own hands from now on.
or,
defenseless and without a family, recovering from a life-threatening injury, Vegas is a sitting target for all the criminals he's offended over the years. They don't count on Pete.
Missing scene from the last episode.
I love getting to see Pete being fierce and protective.
Luo Fusheng/Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen (DMBJ/Granting You A Dreamlike Life)
Beauty from Pain by merinnan & utterlyclueless
He took a step back, then two, away from the people and the noise and the buildings and the everything else that was just wrong. Off. It was all close enough to what he knew and yet so very different from it that he wasn’t sure how to handle it. Just what the fuck had happened?
He looked down as something rustled underfoot, a few pages of newspaper crinkling beneath his boot. This, at least, might be something useful, might give him some clues about where he’d ended up. He grabbed the pages, eyes going immediately to the masthead. Xin Jing Bao, it read. He blinked and shook his head. Beijing News? He was in Beijing? This was Beijing?
Luo Fusheng had been having a pretty normal day until he found a mysterious statue in a crate that shouldn't have been there. One blinding flash of light later, he found himself suddenly transported from 1930s Dongjiang to 21st century Beijing. With no way to get home, he resolved to make the best of his new life - a new life that took an unexpected turn when he helped a strange man in black sunglasses foil an attack on his new favourite opera singer, Jie Yuhua.
This was fantastic. It's not a ship I ever would have considered but it makes perfect sense and works so well.
