“If you call me that again I will strangle you and feed your entrails to the village pigs when I finally break free from this barbaric eco-friendly prison,” said the beauty, Ye Zun. “But I am pretty, aren’t I?”
“The prettiest.” Zhao Yunlan nodded solemnly.
“And yet you didn’t visit me for how long exactly? Was it a year? A hundred years? An ice age?”
“Two months,” admitted Zhao Yunlan. “But look, I brought you presents.”
“Ah, tribute,” sighed Ye Zun happily. “You may kneel.”
“There’s is Apulian wine, imported mead, raw beef and my mother’s baozi. I didn’t know what you like.”
“You think my righteous indignation can be appeased with a few dishes of indubitably mediocre human cuisine?”
“I will be sure to pass on your regards to my mother.”Ye Zun hesitated. “What are you waiting for, then? I want my gifts. And do open the wine. I don’t have a corkscrew in here.”
Zhao Yunlan pushed a wicker basket towards the hollow of the tree. He had experimented with Ye Zun, and although he couldn’t pass through the cold blue flames of the barrier spell himself, apparently there was nothing that prevented him from pushing inanimate objects to the other side.
When Ye Zun was done eating the baozi and sipping his mead, and started eyeing the raw meat covetously, Zhao Yunlan finally felt safe enough to think of a few neutral topics of conversation.
“I was on a quest, you know,” he said. “I couldn’t visit you because I was busy saving innocent maidens.”
Ye Zun snorted. “I bet they didn’t stay innocent for long.”
“I wouldn’t know,” admitted Zhao Yunlan. “I was rather busy running away when I realised they’d had very little interest in being saved. They enjoyed living in the moors, they said. The oldest almost ate me. She actually got my horse”
“Running away? How dishonourable, sir knight.”
“We reached a mutually profitable arrangement,” anwered Zhao Yunlan modestly.
“Who would have thought. You wouldn’t like my brother at all.”
Tag: good fic
a heads up
I do plan on doing a fix-it fic but I am going to be honest. I am having two versions. Version A will pretend the car scene happened but with a different ending and Version B will follow what happened in the book
In neither of these will I say that what Can or Tin felt was dumb or wrong. like @florbexter said, they both had every right to their feelings. Tin had every right to feel hurt and upset while Can had every right to feel scared. I will include both of these feelings in both versions of the fic. Version A is not going to happy go lucky rainbows and sunshine. It will follow a similar path as the episode with a much happier ending. But the car scene will be included in both versions and will have Tin leaving Can.
(. @weilongfu is doing a fix-it as well and I don’t know what they are writing about but I know it will be wonderful regardless and is based of an EXO song so … bonus points. I have a slight feeling that their fic will be happier than mine.)
Here’s the summary for my fic.
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.
what about can giving an end to the tin/pete non-sense??? it’d be amazing as follow-up of the one can asks tin to be his bf :D
You can find the previous part for this ficlet here
TinCan Ficlet
“What about a sex-tape?”
“I am sorry?”
Can looked up from his phone to Tin’s confused face.
“I am thinking aloud,” he explained.
“You mentioned the word sex-tape, what are you thinking about?”
“The hashtag TinPete is trending again because you walked Ai Pete to his car yesterday.”
“I didn’t walk him to his car, we both walked to our cars.”
“Why is there no TinCan hashtag?”
“The more important question is who are those people stalking me?”, Tin said. He was puzzled over the fact that he didn’t realize some girls made photos of him.
“They are short and mean,” Can murmured.
“We’re not doing a sex-tape… wait… we could do a sex-tape but we will not show it to anyone.”
“Then what is the point?”
“I will be able to watch it?”
“You can watch my face anytime,” Can said and tried to remember what face he made during sex.“If you think that is your sex-face… you are sadly mistaken.” Can put his elbow to good use and enjoyed Tin’s painful grunt.
“Don’t move,” he demanded. He laid against Tin in his giant bed and had been waiting for him to end whatever he had been doing on his Pad when he saw the hashtag on twitter. He didn’t tell Tin that he made a fake account just to follow his sister and her crazy friends.
He hadn’t told Ley about them being boyfriends because he wanted Tin for himself for a little while. His ma already invited Tin for dinner three times a week and Ley would always hog Tin like he was her personal entertainer. He didn’t like it, but he also didn’t like her spreading the rumour that Tin and Pete were a pair. He loved his sister but maybe he should tell Ae about… wait… no, he would just drag Pete away and nobody would see them for a week.
“I have a solution,” Tin said out of the blue and raised his Pad to make a selfie of them.
“How would… oh.”It was a nice photo Can admitted. Tin was shirtless and the way his hand laid on Can’s waist was visible. Can wore Tin’s shirt so the hickey on his collarbone was there for the world to see. They looked good together, cozy and warm.
“Post this on your fake account.”
“I will… hey! How do you know!”Tin just kissed his pouting lips and tapped on the Pad to indicate Can should hurry up.
The caption under the picture was a heart emoji and Can was definitely satisfied the moment he typed TinCan behind the hashtag.
I need love to hold me closer in the night…
Drama: Love By Chance
Pairing: TinCan
Summary: Tin and Can are in an arranged marriage. They hate each other at first, but after months of getting to know each other, they become friends and Tin falls in love with Can. Little does he know Can is in love with him too.
FULL OF MUTUAL PINNING!
( for my lovely @audoldends ! sorry it took so long , i am a fucking idiot . also a new tincan fic for @dramafantasy , because you wanted one ! and for all the tincan shippers and tin stans out there, love y’all !
fkyb:
After ridding of his slippers, Shen Wei sits on the mattress and places Yunlan on the sheets, rubbing him down one more time with the towel he’s cocooned in. Once done, he dresses him in his galaxy- patterned onesie, trying not to think too much of the strangeness of their situation
He’s lived for more than 10,000 years. He’s loved and lost and loved and lost and loved Yunlan again. He hasn’t lost him now, won’t lose him again either. This is just a momentary setback.
Finished with Yunlan’s onesie, Shen Wei pats his bottom approvingly and dresses for bed next.
Bright fluorescent lights turn off as the lamp shade by the nightstand flickers on and bathes the bedroom in a warm, soft glow. He picks Yunlan up and climbs in, a pleased groan rumbling in his throat as he sinks into the welcoming softness of their marital bed, long legs stretched out and leaning against a stack of pillows. Yunlan slides down his front until he’s propped half on his shoulder, half on his chest. He kisses Yunlan’s forehead, fingers raking through silky hair, closes his eyes and hums.
Aaaaaaah yes new chapter!!!!!!! Yay waifu!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤
TinCan AePete interacting, in whatever way?
TinCan + AePete Ficlet
“I really thought they were a pair?” Tin murmured. Can looked up and followed Tin’s eyes to P’Type and P’No. His seniors stood at the pool table and pickered about a move P’No had made. “They are not?”, Pete asked and smiled when Ae pulled him back in his embrace.
Can exchanged a puzzled look with Ae.
“No, they are just best friends I guess,” Ae said.
Tin mhmed and crossed his arms and stared at Type and Techno as if he had a puzzle to solve.
“They argue a lot,” Can said. That was a sign for non-dating, right?
The bar was packed with the football team of the university after their first win of the season. Can felt loose and happy, because he had been allowed to play and Tin had been there to cheer him on. And Ae and Tin made an effort to be civil with each other which meant a lot of silence from both of them but nobody was throwing punches so… success!
“He is cleary checking him out,” Tin said and drank from his glass. He had promised Can to drive him home, so it was only cola.
“Who?”, Can asked, because he already had three shots and he had thought about dragging Tin to the toilets to celebrate his win with a heavy make-out session in one of the stalls.
“The taller one is P’Type, right?”
Can nodded.
“Then he is the one checking your P’No out.”
Pete moved forward so fast he almost slid off the couch. Ae looked like he wanted to say: “See, that happens when I let go of you for a second.”
Pete knew that he was supposed to have a gay-dar but he wasn’t sure how to activate it. The whole football team were tactil people; Pete had never seen boys so eager to hug each other all the time, so he wasn’t entirely sure what the signs were.
But the moment P’Techno leaned forward to play, P’Type’s eyes didn’t follow the billiard cue but P’Technos body-line, especially his butt. Pete blushed on behalf of P’Techno and looked at Ae, who stared at something on his waist. Pete looked down and sighed. His shirt exposed part of his skin and Pete knew the second Ae opened his mouth that he would make the suggestion to head home to Pete’s apartment.
“I don’t care!”, Can yelled suddenly and both Ae and Pete flinched, “I need to go to the toilet.” Pete had no idea why he grabbed Tin and dragged him with him, but he had no time to think further about it, because Ae’s fingers found their way to the patch of skin on his waist and Ae was more interesting than anything else.
Can kissing Tin in front of his friends/Ley?
On the one hand I really like Ley. She is quirky and funny and all in all not the worst sister out there, but her obsession with TinPete would even irritate a saint lol we need more fics where she finds out about TinCan
TinCan Ficlet
Can startled when Ley suddenly grabbed his arm and squealed in his shoulder.
“What?”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening!” She squealed again and Can contemplated how hard his ma was going to kill him if he trapped her in the basement.“Look at them just look at them!”
Can had no idea who she was talking about, so he just looked at the people who sat in their garden.
Good, Techno, Type, Pond, and some other team members were sitting on the grass, and played Pok Deng. Can was not surprised that Good hat the most candies on his pile. He rocked at that game.
Tin was sitting next to an empty seat, where Can wanted to return to – Gucci to his feet. Can knew that Gucci looked up at Tin with adoring eyes and he was fine with it. Totally. fine.
“What are you talking about?”
“P’Pete and P’Tin,” Ley whispered and squeezed his arm. Maybe she needed glasses, Can thought, because Ai Pete sat with Ping, Bow and Ae three meters away from Tin. Ae and Pete were pressed together from knee to shoulder and Can knew that Ae had a hand on Pete’s leg, because he always had his hands on Pete.
“I need my phone, oh my god.” With a last squeal Ley left Can alone and run up to her room.
“Crazy,” Can murmured and rubbed his arm. She was strong.
Why was she so obsessed with Ai Pete and Ai Tin? Everyone except her knew that he was the one Tin was dating. All the people in their garden had seen them kiss at one point or another, because Tin didn’t care about an audience and Can was really bad at picking deserted places.
“Didn’t you want to get the chips?”, Tin asked the moment Can flopped down next to him. “Why are you pouting?”
Can didn’t even deny that he was pouting. His pout was meant to be seen. And something else should also meant to be seen, he thought when he saw Ley leaning casually against the open door, her phone directed at them, as if it wasn’t obvious that she was filming them or took a photo.
Can turned to Tin and looked at him. Tin returned his look with a confused frown.
“I am going to kiss you now,” he declared.
“Sure?”, Tin answered with a tilt to his head and the kind of face he always made when Can didn’t make sense to him. Can took it as permission and grabbed Tin by his collar.“No fighting”, Ley yelled.
Fighting my ass, Can thought and pressed his lips against Tin’s. It was supposed to be a short kiss, but as with everything else between them it went from zero to hundred in five seconds and Tin put his hand on the back of Can’s head to deepen their kiss and Can tried his best to crawl on Tin’s lap.
“Why are you always doing this in front of us?”, someone yelled at them.
Mmmh how about Can coming home from football practice and needing a massage to get the kinks out of his back and legs?? 😇
It had been the soccer team’s first practice in quite a while. And even though Can was active every day, all his muscles clenched and ached and burned. Even the hottest shower in the locker room had been no help.
Can dropped his bag onto the floor and fell into Tin’s couch, groaning as his muscles protested the soft surface.
Moments later, Can felt Tin’s warm hands on his back. “Can? What happened?”
“Practice.”
“Aren’t you usually… Not like this after practice?”
“You are the most astute, Tin. It is you.”
Tin took a moment to look insulted. “You are really hurting if you’re talking like that.”
“Life is suffering, Ai Tin. Buddha said so.”
“Buddha also said that we must take the right actions and use the right words in order to stop suffering.” Tin pushed one of his hands under Can’s shirt and gently rubbed circles into the tight muscles of Can’s back. Can moaned softly. “I guess I’ve got some work to do then, huh?” Tin walked away and Can wanted to cry now that Tin had stopped rubbing his back.
“Tiiiiiin! Please keep rubbing my back!”
“Hang on a minute!”
Tin came back and scooped Can off the couch. Can yelped before clinging to Tin. Carried into the bedroom, Can noticed the towels laid out on the bed and the muscle balm on the nightstand.
“Uhh…”
Tin placed Can down on the bed and started tugging on his uniform. “Come on, strip.”
Can blushed on reflex and Tin smacked his arm. “I’ve seen you naked plenty. Why are you suddenly blushing?”
“Because you asked me in an un-sexy way!” Can started unbuttoning his shirt anyway.
Can was laid out naked on the towels soon enough. Tin scooped up a portion of the muscle balm and went to work. Tin massaged Can from his shoulders down to his toes. Each muscle group was given an exquisite amount of attention that left Can moaning and crying. Tin’s hands were warm. The balm was minty and soothing. And finally Can felt his body relax in the way it needed to after such an intense practice.
When everything was said and done, Can felt like he’d never move again. He was a puddle on their bed.
Tin poked and prodded at Can until he turned around. Tin’s gaze swept over him from head to toe and Tin raised an eyebrow. Can put a cocky smile on his face.
“Gonna massage something else?”
“This isn’t a massage parlor. Don’t be so stupid.”
“But Tin…” Can pulled one of Tin’s hands to him, letting it slowly trail down his chest. He watched as Tin’s pupils dilated. “I’m still tense.”
“You dirty little…”
Can didn’t have a chance to reply. Tin’s mouth kept Can’s occupied.
Honestly your prompt fills are giving me life. Domestic TinCan?
Tin hears his 9 AM Saturday alarm go off. Tin untangles himself from Can’s arms before shutting it off. Can doesn’t stir at all.
Tin rolls his eyes and gets up to start breakfast.
Can continues sleeping until he smells coffee. It lures him into the kitchen where Tin is stirring something on the stove. Can wraps his arms around Tin’s waist, sleepily resting his head against Tin’s broad back.
“Morning Ai Tin.”
“Cantaloupe, go wash your face. Breakfast isn’t ready yet.”
“I don’t want breakfast, I want coffee and cuddles.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not even a liar.” Can let his hands wander up Tin’s shirt to rest directly on warm skin. “Cuddles please.”
Tin rolls his eyes. “If I let breakfast burn, you’ll be upset with me.”
“Never.”
“Last weekend.”
Can lifts up his head and blinks. “That was because you burned my favorite breakfast dish ever.”
Tin sighs. “I am currently making that dish right now.”
“No you’re not, it doesn’t smell right.”
“You’re smelling my shirt, not the food.”
“Your shirt smells better anyway.”
Tin sighs before ruffling Can’s hair. “Breakfast first, then cuddles.”
“Damn breakfast, getting in the way of me getting cuddles…”
“Are you actually cursing your food for once?!”
I want to see Tincan and any part of the process of moving together! choosing the house, buying furniture and household appliances, moving day and “Christening” the house (this is ironically an euphemism for sex on every available surface), getting used to living together…
“I think Khun Medthanan, you will find this apartment to be a very good choice!” the realtor said. “It has an excellent commute time to downtown where you said your office is and where Khun Can’s gym is.” She then pointed to the large windows in a south-facing wall. “As you can see, there is a lot of natural light, as Khun Can requested. The walls are also already soundproofed for all the rooms. You will not need to have any extra renovations done.”
“Can, go test it.” Tin waved Can off behind a closed door.
The realtor blinked. “I- what?”
Muffled screaming came out of the room Can had walked into. Tin nodded. “You have certainly done your research Khun.”
The realtor smiled. “O-Of course! It is my pleasure to help, Khun Medthanan.”
Tin smiled. “I noticed you didn’t tell us about the pet policy.”
“W-Well…”
“So no pets then?”
“I did discuss it with the landlord and owner, Khun Medthanan!” The realtor looked like she was about to cry. “But Khun, even if they don’t allow pets, surely you and Khun Can can see that this is the ideal place-”
“Pass.” Tin knocked on the door Can had gone behind. “Oi Can, they don’t allow pets.”
“What!” Can opened the door and pouted. “Terrible. This place would have been perfect otherwise. Did you see the yard space we’d be allowed to have? Gucci would love it.”
The realtor finally started crying. “Khun Can! Khun Medthanan! Please see sense! For the price limit you’ve requested, these apartments don’t usually allow pets!”
Tin sighed. “How about I talk to the landlord then.” Can shot Tin a look. “I literally mean talking, Cantaloupe. I’m not going to bribe him.”
“Khun Medthanan…”
“Arrange a meeting. In the mean time, what else did you have on the list for today?” The realtor sobbed but pulled out her tablet and looked up the next location on her list.
—–
“That couch looks hideous.” Tin tried to pull Can off the offending piece of furniture. “I don’t care where we end up living. I’m not buying that.”“But Tin! It’s leather!”
“Gucci would scratch it up and it’s going to stink.”
“Gucci would never!”
“He’d do it when trying to jump up and down from the couch.”
“Oh… yeah he would, wouldn’t he?”
Can finally got up and Tin huffed a sigh of relief. Gucci scratching up that couch would have been an improvement in Tin’s eyes.
“Should we get one with a fold out bed if we have guests?” Can asked as he looked at the next couch. The upholstery was a sturdy, but soft cotton cloth. The cushions were comfortable but firm. Plus it was wide enough to lay on comfortably. Can sighed as he laid out on it. “I like this one too.”
“You like anything you can sleep on without effort.”
“I can sleep with you without any effort.” Tin raised an eyebrow. “Yeah okay, that sounded better in my head.” Can reached out a hand. “Come try it with me.”
Tin rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be pulled down onto the couch, practically laying on top of Can in the middle of the furniture store. At least one of the salesmen were looking at them funny.
“I suppose it is comfortable.”
“And it folds out into a bed.”
Tin smirked. “So if I agree with you and buy this one, will you put out?”
Can shoved Tin onto the floor.
—–
“Do we have to buy fancy dishes? It’s not like we’re inviting your parents to dinner!”Tin ignored Can’s complaints as he looked at another set of fine china. The design was a little different than the ones he’d seen before. It might be nice.
“Sometimes, it’s nice to have fancy things on the off chance that you need to be fancy.”
“Is that rich person logic?”
“How about if I get to buy a china set, you get to buy a stand mixer for all your baking.”
“DEAL!” Can ran towards the appliance section. “I’M GOING TO BUY THE BIGGEST ONE.”
—–
After meeting with the landlord and the owner, Tin came to an agreement with them. It would increase the monthly payments a bit (not that Can needed to know that), but they’d be allowed to keep Gucci in the apartment with them.The realtor was thrilled that she made the sale, and Can was happy that Gucci would be able to come with them.
Everyone won.
Packing was a different story.
Tin’s space was usually spartan looking but it was only because his room was so large. Tin some how managed to possess more clothing than Can ever realized, more books than Can thought a person could own, and more baubles than he’d ever seen in Tin’s room.
Can’s space by comparison looked like a mess, but was packed up in less than five boxes and two large suitcases.
For moving day, Tin wanted to hire movers. Can said they should just call their friends. They battled it out by flipping a coin except Can snatched the coin out of the air, kissed Tin on the lips and said, “Ae and Pete already offered to help. All we have to do is buy them dinner afterwards.”
Tin pouted but Can gave him another kiss.
—–
On moving day, Ae looked perpetually grumpy to be taking orders from Tin as to where to put boxes. Pete helped unpack. Ae didn’t even want Pete near the scissors for cutting boxes open, but Pete pleaded until Ae caved in.By evening, everything had been mostly settled. The furniture Tin and Can had agreed upon had been brought in the day before and so after some rearranging, everyone sat in the kitchen for a dinner of take-out.
Even though Can and Pete did most of the chatting, the atmosphere was lively and Tin could only stare at Can.
—–
“Finally, our own space,” Can said as he fell back against the freshly arranged bed sheets. “And we get to pick up Gucci from Ma tomorrow!”Tin smiled before climbing over Can and caging him in. “But tonight… We make this place ours for sure… Hmm?”
Can raised an eyebrow. “Why Tin, are you propositioning me?”
“You actually know the word propositioning?”
“Damn it Tin, just fuck me already.”
The Last Good Bar 
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