HP!TayNew
part 2: Crustaceans might not like Tay, but he approves their existence
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for @sluttynewwiee (who gave me a lot of plot bunnies) and @earthpodd + @bl-phillip for the sweetest tags and listening to my complaints
His first class on Monday was History of Magic. When he finally found the classroom on the first floor it was already cramped with students who tried to fit in between the towers of books that filled the whole room and made Tay feel claustrophobic just by looking at them.
He was expecting whispers and knowing glances when he entered the room.
What he didn’t expect was the head of a familiar Gryffindor student turning around and looking at him in surprise.On the far right of the room, sitting amidst his Gryffindor friends was New.
Their eyes met and Tay was about to head to the free seat next to him, when New’s face changed into a more reserved expression and the group surrounding him started to whisper.
“I didn’t know you knew the Suan guy, Newwiee” “Are your families close?”… After leaving him to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, New finally seemed to have made up his mind and waved him over. All eyes followed him.“I think you are in the wrong class.” He said softly.
“Huh?” Tay adjusted his glasses.
“This is History of Magic, for fourth years.”
Tay sighed in relief.
“Ah, I know. The school decided to put me into fourth grade.”
New looked surprised for a moment before he nodded and cleared the space beside him.
Tag: good fic
HP!TayNew
part 1: how it started (1.7k)
for @sluttynewwiee
Tay lingered in front of the door to the great hall. The warm light finding it’s way between the door gap beckoned him to step in, but he stayed in the dark of the entrance hall, pondering whether he should go back to the common room.
During the train ride he had kept to himself letting the chatter of the four girls sitting in the same train compartment wash over him, his eyes focused on the book in his lap. In the beginning he could feel their curious glances, but as the ride went on they got distracted by stories about their summer holidays and didn’t engage with him until they arrived at Hogsmeade station.
He tried to blend in and look like he knew the way to the carriages that would take the students to the castle. Ducking his head and with his eyes on his feet he followed the crowd. The ground got moist and soft as the path vanished between tall spruce trees and he unconsciously started to lag behind as he took in his surroundings. When he saw the first Thestral he almost felt relieved. Reading up on Hogwarts and it’s history and customs might have actually payed of. He climbed onto the last available carriage just as it was about to leave and sat down at the outermost corner, trying not to look up. The three guys on the carriage were chatting loudly and talking over each other and didn’t seem to take any notice of him. Tay took a quick glance at their robes. One Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff and one Slytherin. He had heard a lot about the comradery at Hogwarts, but also the rivalry between the four houses so these three were a colorful combination indeed. Tay turned his head to look back at the path they came from. The sun started to vanish behind the forest, making it look like the tree tops were lit on fire, an orange glow embracing them from above. Finally he felt himself relax, even as the air grew colder underneath the trees. The chatter had died down and the sigh that escaped Tay was louder than he had intended to.
Person A is about to leave for work [or insert any other suitable event/place]. Person B asks them if they’ve forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A’s keys/wallet/etc., saying “I meant this, but thanks.”
Can couldn’t believe it when he realized that Tin could be very careless sometimes. It was weird discovering the fact that his rich, handsome, perfect boyfriend wasn’t so perfect after all. Of course Can knew Tin wasn’t flawless, but it seemed a little out of character for him to be so careless.
The first time it happened, Tin had to make a u-turn to retrieve his house keys. If he hadn’t returned home right that moment, Can already had in mind to drop by his office to hand him the keys.
The second time it happened, Can wasn’t sure if Tin really was that forgetful or if he was simply careless. Tin was one foot out the door when Can had to rush from the kitchen just to give him his lunch box that he’d left on the dining table.
“You really didn’t see this bright as hell plastic container on the dining table?” Can asked, frowning. Tin shook his head, but smiled as he took the lunch box from Can’s head. Can couldn’t even muster the energy to be annoyed now that he saw that smile. “You’re so careless.”
“Thank you for this. Love you, Cantaloupe,” Tin said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on Can’s forehead. “I’ll see you after work, okay? Take care. Don’t strain yourself too hard.”
Can rolled his eyes, despite the fluttery feeling in his stomach. “I know. Now go.”
Can would’ve smiled at the memory if he didn’t feel like knocking Tin on the head right this moment. Tin had left his car keys on the coffee table, and he was already on the way to the elevator. Sighing, Can quickly locked the apartment up before rushing to meet Tin.
“You forgot something,” Can said, trying his hardest not to pant. He was a fitness coach, dammit! Tin looked up from his phone in surprise, before breaking out into the kind of smile that could turn Can’s insides gooey.
Before Can could even open his mouth, Tin gently pulled him by the neck and brought him into a kiss, effectively turning Can’s brain to mush. Tin tilted his head, pressing deeper into the kiss, their noses brushing together. Can couldn’t control the soft, surprised moan leaving his lips, his fingers finding purchase in the strands of Tin’s hair, tugging his boyfriend impossibly closer.
Tin started to lean down even more, a habit he developed ever since they got together. Can didn’t know whether to feel insulted by the height difference or weak at the knees at Tin’s considerate action.
Can was startled back to reality by the sudden moan against his wet lips, but Tin wouldn’t let him go even when he tried pulling his head away.
“Cantaloupe,” Tin whined, chasing after his lips, and Can tried his hardest to push down the urge to mess Tin up even more. They both had work in the morning and he was 90% sure Tin was already late. Never mind the fact that he was the son of the owner of the company, Can wasn’t a fan of someone abusing his power like that, and Tin knew.
“I said you forgot something,” Can reminded, Tin’s car keys almost forgotten in his pocket.
“You meant the kiss, right? I forgot to give you your goodbye kiss today,” Tin said, and Can wished he had more time to savour the endearing half-dazed look on Tin’s handsome face.
“I meant your car keys, but thanks.” Can hoped he wasn’t blushing, but the soft look in Tin’s eyes signalled otherwise.
“Here,” Can handed the keys to Tin’s open palm, “You’re so forgetful, Ai Tin.”
“Thank God I have you to remind me everyday then, right?”
Can really didn’t think his cheeks would survive if Tin kept saying things like that, and it had already been years since they got together. Embarrassed yet slightly warmed by Tin’s answer, Can pushed him into the elevator, not even bothering to address Tin’s knowing smirk.
HEACANON TIMEEEEEE! Okay, this exact scene happened but Ley is spying on Tin and Pete because they are looking mighty suspicious together. They seemed to be discussing about something important but for goodness’ sake, must they walk that close to each other? For the sake of her idiot brother who has placed too much trust on Tin (”Na, listen here Ley, I trust Tin and he’ll never cheat on me!”), she shall snoop at the happy couple just to confirm. Also, it never hurt to record Tin’s infidelity, just in case. She’s going to get him!
She’s a good sister, she thought to herself.
Ley watches Tin and Pete walking together in the IC parking lot. It’s been a while now since Tin and her idiot brother got together. How it happened, Ley isn’t sure she wants to know. But despite how her first ship has ended, she is happy for Can.
Ley has seen how they both change around each other. How they fit together.
It’s odd how she ever thought Tin and Pete were a match when she sees how Tin chases after Can, and how Can chases after Tin. A partnership in many ways, different but equal.
And yet… Tin and Pete remain as close as ever. If not closer.
Ley has brought this up to Can only for Can to sigh like the older brother he was and give her a look like he was lecturing someone. “Na, Ley, I trust Ai Tin. He won’t cheat on me. He’ll never cheat on me.” Can’s soft and gentle tone were like a shock to Ley’s system.
Still, Ley had her concerns. The image in front of her being one of them.
Do boys really just walk that close all the time?! Most of the boys Ley has seen are so rowdy and rough (Can included), and they walk so far apart you could drive a car through them and not hit a single one.
Tin and Pete walk shoulder to shoulder, talking casually, as if no one is watching. Smiles are on their faces, their gestures are casual and effortless. The product of high society perhaps?
Ley starts recording. Even if Can doesn’t think Tin will cheat, it doesn’t hurt to start compiling evidence. Can is stupid sometimes, but Ley loves him. And if it’s to protect her brother, Tin will die in a ditch despite how woefully handsome and rich he is.
Ley might also have to take a page out of Can’s book about cursing people.
“Are you going home tonight?” Tin asks.
“No, I’m staying at my apartment,” Pete says. “It’s closer.”
“Oh, can I come take a look? I’m thinking of getting one as well.”
“You should! You can even sleep over tonight. Ae is away at a game and so is Ai Can, right?”
Ley wants to scream. Perfect evidence!
“Yes, he’ll be away until tomorrow. Perhaps today is a good day for this. Should we pick up some food for dinner?”
“Oh, I’ve been learning how to cook. I can make something.”
“Learning to cook for yourself or for your Thai Program boy?”
Pete’s cheeks turn a faint pink and Ley fights the urge to be charmed. He’s cheating, damn it! “You should learn to do something for your Thai Program boy too.”
“I think buying an apartment is enough, don’t you think?”
Ley drops her phone in shock. It clatters to the ground, alerting the two boys.
“Ah, N’Ley,” Tin says as he walks over. “What are you doing here today?”
“Swadee kha!” Ley offers a wai quickly. “I was looking for Chompoo actually…” Pete’s face seems to darken at the mention of Ley’s friend and Ley briefly remembers Chompoo’s crush on Ae.
“It’s good that I saw you here today actually. I have a present for you and your mom.” Tin opens his trunk and pulls out two expensive looking gift bags. Ley is torn between squealing in joy and feeling like she’s being bribed. She briefly wonders if Tin is on to her. “To thank you for your support for me and Can.”
“Oh P’Tin! That’s not necessary!” Ley waves her hand. “Please don’t.”
“I insist. Can told me these are ones you and your mom have been wanting for a while.”
Ley catches sight of the designer tags and wants to faint. “O-oh P’Tin… If you’re really insisting…”
“Of course. You’re like my family now too, aren’t you? I should spoil my younger sister once in a while.” Tin smiles and Pete smirks a bit behind his hand, as if he knows what’s really going on.
Ley reaches out and accepts the bags, she feels blessed and damned at the same time. “Your little sister thanks you, P’Tin!”
“It’s nothing, really.” Tin shrugs. “But, I hope you’ll support me later. I have something important to ask Can when he gets back.”
“O-Oh? What could you ask him, P’Tin?”
“Help me ask him to move in with me, N’Ley.”
Tin’s expression is so open and earnest that Ley can’t help the next thing out of her mouth. “But you and P’Pete!”
Both of them blink. “Ai Tin and I?” Pete asks gesturing between them.
“A-Are you-”
“We’ve been friends since we were this big, N’Ley.” Tin gestures to about knee height, which for the two taller boys is not very short. “I think we’re allowed to be personally close, don’t you think? Besides, I love your brother.” Tin’s smile becomes the kind of soft that Ley has only seen in the really good BL dramas with the hottest actors. Ley wonders what horrible thing she’s insinuated after she sees that smile. “After all the trouble I went through to woo him, do you think I’d throw it away?”
“O-Of course not P’Tin!”
“Okay, so we’re agreed, Pete and I are just friends. Please don’t worry, N’Ley.” Tin carefully pats Ley’s shoulder. It feels like a proper gesture of affection from an indulgent older brother and admonishment from a father at the same time. “You’re being a good sister, aren’t you? Looking out for Can.”
“I thought I was…” Ley looks down at her feet, kicking the asphalt.
“Thank you. I hope you and I can work together to keep your idiot brother out of trouble.” Ley’s head snaps back up again. “He’s a troublemaker for sure. Let’s work hard, okay?” Tin offers Ley a hand.
Ley takes it. If it’s for Can, Ley will even work with a suspect.
She can always curse him later if need be.
@weilongfu I love when you add ficlets to @andwebegin‘s ask replies 🙂
@weilongfu And know that I’ve never taken you for granted. I want to confess that you are the Tin to my Can but know that I will never dare to hurt you. I just want to give you loads of kisses and be the big spoon in bed so that I can hug you all night.
@andwebegin I love you too ❤
pairing: TIN x CAN
series: Love by chance;;( Had to post this for clousure purposes. This show is good
until the last episode. Thought I’d fix it. )
Love me right
Sequel to Don’t mess up my tempo
Pairing: TinCan
Not canon compliant. Ignores most of Ep 14.
Inspired by Love Me Right by EXOSummary:
Can promised to prove himself, to show Tin he cares and loves him. After a few weeks of Can bending over backwards, Tin has to ask an important question. Is Can doing this to prove himself to Tin or to himself?
doro wie yeogin Runway (On this highway, it’s a runway)
nal baraboneun nun sok Milky way (Milky way inside your eyes looking at me)
Just love me right (Aha) (Just love me right (Aha))
Baby love me right (Aha) (Baby love me right (Aha))
Oh naegero wa mangseoriji ma (Come to me, don’t hesitate)
neon maehokjeogin naye Universe (You’re my alluring universe)
Just love me right (Aha) (Just love me right (Aha))
nae ujuneun jeonbu neoya (My entire universe is you)@andwebegin @fkyb @lazygeisha @sluttynewwiee @plann-et @florbexter
oh snap writing a tincan alternative ending because, ya’ll know why because.
because they deserve one. this’ll be short (and not proofread) because i don’t have much time.
the thing is this: can hates thinking.
me: huh, in all the tons and tons of writing i’ve done, i’ve never once attempted any smut; maybe i should give it a shot sometime, like what’s the worst thing that can possibly happen?
my brain, without missing a goddamn beat: you will get four sentences in, attempt to type the word “cock” in a sexual context, and become so completely overwhelmed by your own embarrassment that you will pass out, hitting your head against the floor loudly enough that your downstairs neighbors will call 911.
you will come to in the back of an ambulance, confused and a little concussed and momentarily unsure why none of the ambulance workers will meet your eyes until you realize, with dawning horror, that when they broke down your door to rescue you, they must’ve caught a glimpse of your laptop screen and it’s all over now, everyone knows that you are a failed pornographer, there is nothing left for you to do but dive out of this ambulance, barrel roll to safety, grab your passport and flee the country.
you pack a bag. you take a greyhound bus, and then another bus. it’s raining by the time you make it to the canadian border. the customs line is long, and it is suspiciously full of other people like you, mostly women in their mid to late twenties who despite their fervent belief in sex positivity and freedom of expression are still in some ways filled with shame at the prospect of any personal expression of any remotely sexual inclinations, but also filled with a complicated shame about that shame.
too late, you remember that you know almost nothing about canada. oh shit, are their power outlets different there? will you need to get a new phone? at the very least, you’re definitely gonna have to learn the celsius scale. fuck. is it five ninths the fahrenheit temperature minus 32? you never loved algebra. fuck fuck fuck.
the girl ahead of you in line meets your eyes, gives you a sad, sympathetic smile.
“fleeing the country, huh?” she asks you. “me too,” she says, and something in her face tells you that she will understand.
“it’s just,” you swallow. “smut is so DIFFICULT.”
“uh,” she says. “i—actually i’m on the run because i murdered a guy, but. yeah, i guess writing porn does present some challenges.”
you and the murderess shrug at each other. you can’t bring yourself to ask who she killed or why. what does it matter at this point, one outlaw to another? you have left your friends and your family behind. she is your people now. there is no going back.
Don’t mess up my tempo
Pairing: TinCan
Alternative way things could have played out in Ep 14. Not canon compliant.
Inspired by Tempo by EXOSummary: Can is afraid that everything will change. Everything that’s been building up between him and Tin is proof. But when Can gives himself some distance to try and figure things out, he realizes just how far he and Tin have come. Their hearts beat to the same tempo, and he’s not going to let anyone mess it up. Not even himself.
Uh don’t mess up my tempo
deureo bwa igeon chungbunhi (Listen, this will be enough)
I said don’t mess up my tempo
geunyeoye mameul humchil Beat uh (This beat will steal her heart)
eodiedo eopseul rideume matchweo 1 2 3 uh (To the rhythm 1 2 3)
Don’t mess up my tempo
meomchul su eomneun ikkeullim Ya (Can’t stop this attraction)
(Don’t mess up my tempo)@andwebegin @plann-et @sluttynewwiee @fkyb @lazygeisha @florbexter
When Kunlun met Zeus, Zeus was in mood to talk, as usual.
“So then I saw this pretty little boy toy and I was like, I say! Mate! I have to get this little piece of arse or swallow the Styx trying!” boasted Zeus in his typically exuberant tones, while Kunlun politely sipped his tea and nodded his head to indicate that he’s listening.
Unfortunately.
“So I swooped down majestically from Olympus, and I turned myself into a golden-clawed eagle just for him. Can you imagine the divine favour?”
Kunlun, unfortunately, could. Deep in his heart, he cringed.
“And I walk up to him, all tall, dark and handsome, and caw at him in a manner that is clearly appreciative. And you know what he did? The little ingrate.”
Kunlun would rather not know, but felt he could make an educated guess.
Unfortunately.
“He jumped off a fucking cliff! There was a cliff in there, didn’t I say so before? So anyway, there was the cliff and that little shit just jumped off like there is no tomorrow. Instantly dead of course. So you see? See? How people can’t properly cherish good things in life anymore? We should just send a gigantic flood and be done with it, and start over, I’m telling you.”
Unfortunately you are, thought Kunlun, his face beautiful and immovable like white jade.
“Have you considered assuming a less threatening appearance?” he tried.
“Dude, really. Remember that Europa girl? I turned into this cute white bull for her and yet? She still wouldn’t put out. I’m telling you, mate, nice guys finish last.”
Deep in his heart, Kunlun regretted the Creation.
“Or that other time, I turned into golden rain, very classy, totally posh. Girls love those shiny things, eh? That Danaë chit actually dared to toddle off before the blood on the sheets dried out. So ungrateful.”
For a moment, Kunlun imagined a sea of blood covering Mount Olympus. It was a very gratifying sight.
“So what I’m trying to tell you, mate, is don’t just waffle around. Fuck that little demon boy already. I mean, you know he isn’t getting any younger, right? What are you waiting for? Want him to grow horns or something and get all wrinkly and shit? I’m telling you from experience, like one god to another: this isn’t worth it in the end!”
Deep in the mountains, there was a major earthquake.
“Thank you for you generous advice,” said Kunlun.
It was precisely at this moment that Little Ghost King chose to come back with one of his courting gifts. Blood splattered on the pristine stone mosaic, and a wounded three-headed hyaena gurgled its last breath.
“Whoa, mate! It’s some fucking kinky shit you got here, eh? Fucking kinky! But I’m not judging, man, never judging. A god has his needs, right? Right?”
Far away, an avalanche razed eighty one mountain valleys.
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Inspired by c-novels discord. My canon for Zeus is like rich dudebro nice guy lol
Danaë, Europa and Ganymede are real myth, except none of them got to run away successfully (*)
The Last Good Bar 
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