Table of Fools || KinnPete.

Setting the table.

Soooo this happened, it follows kinda theTV series but with the end of the VegasPete book teaser we got a couple of days ago of the shot, and i saw that there is already three more fics about this couple in Ao3 yaaay for ghost ships! So i was inspire by them to write this, before we start i dont hate any characther this is purerly entertaiment and my love for ships that dont even sail, i actually and this is very funny at least to me, this is the first fic that ive written in over 8 years and actually put it out there for actual people to read, i already had started a Vegaspete - KinnPorsche and a second one of TimeTay but i finished editing this one first so here it goes before i regret.

Hope you enjoy :)

Ps. English is not my first language its spanish, so if you see any grammatical errors you can let me know.

Note on May 09 2023: Hellooooo guys! I know it's been a long time, and you are probably waiting for a new chap, but I do feel very sorry to tell you this is just an edited version.

I was re-reading it the other day and I find myself feeling sorry for all of you, because there are so many spellings mistakes, I don't know where the fuck my eyes were months ago that I missed so many of them. I do hope that I have made this easier on the eyes of the ones who are still reading it, there are minimal changes, you might not even notice, but they are there nonetheless.

Want to thank again, so so much really, if you take the time to still read it and leave a comment or likes, I do read each one of them I promise, it makes me really happy so thank you.

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Memory is a funny thing, isn't it?

It makes you remember the most random moments in the least unexpected situations, right now, what Kinn desired to remember was every lesson his father had imposed on them as children, and they were many, all focused to making them survive: Combat, strategy, the hustle of the different businesses that the first family has, who were the bosses, partners, or people that he was going to have to deal with when he could take charge, how to react and control the situations of pure stress. He wished with all his heart that he could remember how to be a good leader, how to care for the people who gave their lives for them, however the only things he could remember were the soft scent of Porsche, the warmth of his skin under his hands, Porsche hair brushing against his chest as Kinn slept, the sound of his laugh out loud, the way his eyes would sparkle in the nights by the pool.

The stab of pain when he saw that Porsche had once again left with someone else.

The heat of rage and betrayal that filled his veins as he realized that once again Porsche had not trusted him, Kinn, who had laid his heart at his feet long ago.

And the inexplicable feeling of empathy and sadness when he saw Pete in the hospital bed with a bullet in his chest.

"How is he?" Kinn asked his brother softly, Tankhun hadn't left the room even for a second since Pete had been brought in three days before.

"The doctors said that it's only a matter of hours before he wakes up" His brother answered using the same tone of voice that kinn had used "The bullet managed to dodge any vital organs, and he will make a full recovery soon" He proclaimed solemnly. The bitter look they shared said many things, but one of them was the same question everyone had been asking when Pete's body had been found. Was it an accident, or had it been completely intentional?

"I'm glad," Kinn sighed before sitting in the chair next to his brother and closer to the bed.

Small talks and silence had been a constant for Kinn during the last few days, everyone had been walking on eggshells around him, afraid of awakening the wrath that was hidden behind his eyes or even worse, the sadness that could be seen mixed in his features.