I’m starting Nano today so friendly reminder if you want to rubberneck at my hubris and suffering you can get access to the Google Drive folder for the low, low cost of a donation to my ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/A320MOR) or just dming me and asking for a link if we’ve known each other for a while.
Anyway, this is what I got done this morning, which I am strongly resisting the urge to nuke from orbit but WHATEVER, SHIT BRAIN, WE’RE DOING THIS ANYWAY:
Once upon a time there was a prince who lived under a curse.
He was born under it, and suffered under it, and then he was saved from it, but he was angry at the price.
What type of curse? I’ll tell you eventually. Shh. This is a long story.
This prince was a royal son of the empire. His mother was a wife of the Emperor and he was not the youngest, nor the oldest son, nor was he the son of the Empress, so from the first he had no idea of trying for the throne. But things don’t happen how you want them, I suppose.
This prince went out to war and returned from the war, and when he came back, his mother said to him, “I suppose it’s time for you to take a wife.”
He supposed his mother was right, and went to the matchmakers, who found him a girl. This girl died before the marriage, which was very sad, but he hadn’t known her very well. The prince took a concubine, who seemed fine at first, but afterwards died as well. He ended up with five concubines, I think, but none of them lived to cause trouble for long.
No, I don’t suppose it was very nice of him to take concubines and not a wife. Things were different then. He did what was expected of him.
A little before the concubine got sick, the prince met a girl. This girl was the prettiest girl the prince had ever seen. She had long black hair and big chestnut-colored eyes and she laughed a lot, but most importantly, she wasn’t afraid of the prince, who was very reserved and did not speak light words or say pretty things. If he liked it, he said so, if he didn’t like it, he also said so. This was part of the reason why he didn’t think he should try to be Emperor. The other part – well, the prince could read. One could ascend, but for how long?
Anyway, about this girl: the prince fell in love with her. She had beautiful handwriting, and she was very clever. She moved quickly and quietly, like a little graceful bird. And again: she wasn’t afraid of him. This was so novel that the prince probably would have fallen in love with her just for that, no matter what. She made him feel like a tall tree protecting a little bird’s nest.
Well – he liked her so well that he asked his Imperial Father if it wasn’t time he had an official wife. And his Imperial Father mentioned, in a sort of roundabout way, that he hoped he wasn’t thinking of this girl from a military family, or that daughter from an official’s family. All those girls seemed very forward and spoiled, if you looked at them. And besides, his Imperial Brothers had married all the first daughters from those sorts of families, so he would have to marry a concubine’s daughter, or a younger daughter, and that was beneath his dear son’s dignity.
No, he wasn’t, he was thinking of just a normal girl, like a daughter from a scholar’s family.
That was different and his Imperial Father immediately asked him what sort of scholar’s daughter he thought he would like. Maybe that girl from the family that always had sons that came in the top three spots in the examinations? Maybe that other girl whose family wrote such piercing essays about corruption?
No, no, just a girl. He didn’t care for a very smart girl, or for one whose family was always stirring up trouble. He just wanted a nice, well-bred girl to get old with.
He said that, and he waited.
Now, his Imperial Father’s face had been getting brighter and brighter through this whole conversation. If you read your history, instead of begging her to help you all the time, you’d know that this Imperial Father was riding a very cross tiger. He had a lot of sons, just like he’d been supposed to, and now all those sons were looking at his throne greedily, and at each other hatefully. If one of them wanted to hamstring himself with an ordinary wife instead of a clever one who might cause trouble with her husband’s family or one that had a family to back a bid to send her Imperial Father in Law to his ancestors before he wished to join them – well, his loving father wouldn’t get in his way.
So they sparred a little with words, the prince acting indifferent for the sake of the watchers who would bring this news back to his dear brothers, and the Emperor encouraging him to speak for the sake of his future happiness. Finally the prince admitted he’d heard a girl from the Mei family was filial, industrious and thrifty. Had !seen her once at a palace gathering, and his consort mother had known her family before she entered the palace.
Ow! Stop pinching me! I won’t get to the point any sooner if you try to hurry me.
Tag: good fic
fkyb:
For @lazygeisha who won’t ask but deserves all the Soft™ fic 😘❤💞
“Cantaloupe, my love, wake up,” Tin whispers into Can’s ear. He trails kisses all around Can face in hopes of softening the harsh blow he’s giving him, knowing full well that Can holds his sleep sacred.
“I know it’s early, but you have to see this sunrise,” Tin continues when Can’s frown turns into a content smile from all the kisses.
“Nope,” Can says once the words reach his sleep-full brain. “Lemme sleep. Sleep’s good. Go away.”
“Alright, I have no choice then,” Tin says with a final kiss on Can’s nose. He bends over the bed and picks Can up, duvet and all.
“What the-”
“Hold tight,” Tin says as he carries Can bridal-style to their balcony. Can obliges, looping his arms around Tin’s neck, deciding that as long as he doesn’t have to actually walk he might as well let Tin show him his sunset.
Tin carefully sits down on their hammock, holding Can all the while, and after minimum fussing they’re both lying down, tangled together in Can’s duvet. Can’s head is resting on Tin’s chest, Tin’s hand idly tracing curly patterns on Can’s back, and alright, this isn’t so bad.
Can looks up at Tin, and from this close the early morning light is doing beautiful things to Tin’s face, bathing him in a warm glow, and maybe waking up early is worth it.
Guardian – Androids
Here’s some awful thing I’ve been working on after not sleeping enough and watching too many Guardian MVs while scrolling through the Detroit: Become Human wiki.
Have a snippet of Zhao Yunlan who tries to investigate the Sundial case while being distracted by the fact that Dragon City Universtity’s library android is really really hot.
In which Shen Wei pretends to be an android because his human identity fell through and Zhao Yunlan is having a crisis because he knew he wasn’t exactly virgin pure, but he’s never had a thing for an android before.
The first thing Zhao
Yunlan thinks when he meets SW100 is “Wow”, because seriously, it
should be illegal for someone to be that gorgeous.The second thing he thinks
when he sees him is “Fuck” and not in a good way. Because while
it’s a decently small size, seeing the LED at SW100’s temple feels like being
doused with a bucket of ice-water while having a wet dream.
“There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.” for TinCan, please? ❤️
fkyb:
Alright, there you go anon #9! 💕💞
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“There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt,” Tin says. He lays his hand on the restaurant’s table, palm up, inviting Can to lace their fingers together.
“Tin, we’ve only been on three dates, what the fuck,” Can says, looking at Tin suspiciously. Tin leaves his hand on the table, waiting.
“I don’t need more to know that we have something special, Cantaloupe,” Tin continues. He’s serious and soft, and Can feels a blush creeping up his cheeks.
Tin doesn’t insist, he just lets Can breathe and take this in, and Can likes that about him, likes that he’s unafraid to tell Can exactly what he feels while not pushing Can for an immediate answer.
Can plays around with the shrimps in his plate, unwrapping them carefully to avoid looking at Tin’s quiet and fond smile. Tin is eating one-handed, his other hand still offered up near their glasses. Waiting. Hoping. Can eyes it as he eats, averting his gaze when he feels Tin looking.
They finish their plates too soon for Can’s liking, because now he doesn’t have an excuse to be quiet. Not that eating would normally male him talk less, but still.
The waitress comes by their table and gives Tin’s outstreched hand a pitying look, and Tin starts retreating his hand, looking small and vulnerable all of a sudden, and Can can’t have that. He nearly sends their glasses flying, surging forward to grab Tin’s hand before it’s too late.
Tin looks at their linked hands, and it’s like he’s lightning up from withinh, and Can fears he’s gonna get blinded by Tin’s smile if he stares too long.
“We’ll have the biggest ice-cream you can make,” Can tells the waitress. “To share,” he adds, and somehow Tin gets what Can means by that and squeezes his hand.
Please do Tincan:“Did I ever really matter to you?”(P.S. love your writing)
fkyb:
What’s with the angsty prompts, anon#10?? I don’t want to make them suffer (yet), so have a fluff for now. The day I’ll write real angst you are all going to cry along with me, but I am not ready 😂😂 i just want them happy and in love. Thanks 💞💕
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Can glares at Tin as soon as he opens the door, Gucci happily wagging his tail at Tin’s feet.
“Traitor,” Can tells his dog as he enters his mother’s house. He gives Tin’s cheek a quick peck in passing, the habit so ingrained he can’t shake it off.
“I still can’t believe Ma asked you to look for Gucci first. She overlooked her own son. Does she love you more than me? Are you replacing me in her heart?” Can monologues as he plumps himself face-first on the couch. Tin’s quiet chuckle only encourages him.
“You’re not off the hook either, Ai’Tin! Did I ever really matter to you, or was I just a convenient way to get into my mother’s heart? And into my dog’s heart! Don’t even mention my sister’s.”
“Mmh, and what about your heart?” Tin asks, sitting down close to Can.
“Ah, I guess you’re already in there somewhere,” Can fake-grumbles.
“Good, that was my evil plan all along,” Tin says. “Your dog was just a bonus.”
I didn’t mean to love you so much~tin can 💜 I’m living for these
fkyb:
Hey anon #11 💕 thank youuu 😘 i’m having a lot of fun writing these, enjoy because next week work starts again and my tumblr time will be drastically reduced 😢
And i tricked myself into feels urrrgh
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Can has been uncharacteristically quiet all evening. He’s avoiding looking at Tin, he’s sighing quietly every five minutes, and he hasn’t moved from his nest of blankets in the last half hour.
When Can sighs for the tenth time is as many minutes, Tin forgoes his decision to let Can come to him when he’s ready and goes to sit by his side.
“Out with it,” Tin says, prodding Can in the ribs when the other boy doesn’t answer. Can stays resolutely silent.
“Cantaloupe,” Tin coos, changing tactics. He strokes Can’s hair gently, soothingly. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to tell you,” Can pouts. “You’re going to be so smug, I can tell.”
Tin huffs a laugh. “Cantaloupe, please. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
Tin cups Can’s chin with his hand, turning his face gently to make him look at him.
“Tell me,” Tin asks.
Can sighs and avoids his eyes, lips pursed in an adorable pout. Tin wants to tackle him into a bear-like hug and never let him go.
“I didn’t mean to love you so much,” Can finally whispers, and Tin’s heart does something funny in his chest, like it wants to beat out of his ribcage or something.
“Oh, Can, I-”
“And the thing is, at first I told myself I could let you date me and once you saw that I don’t deserve to be with you it’ll all go back to normal, but now I’ve gone and fallen in love with you and when you’re going to grow bored of me and leave me it’s going to hurt so much and it sucks,” Can says, all in one breath and still not meeting Tin’s stunned stare.
“Silly boy,” Tin says, affection filling his voice. “How could I ever grow bored of you? You surprise me every day.”
Can shrugs, carefully looking at the wall again.
“Cantaloupe, look at me,” Tin demands. He waits until Can meets his eyes before speaking again.
“I love you. Do you believe me?”
Can searches his face for a few seconds, taking in Tin’s open expression and finally nods, wide-eyed.
“Good. I’m going to kiss you now, alright? Because I’m in love with you too.”
Written by @ohmypreciousgirl, beta’d by @playingfetchwithdinosaurs.
Summary: Tin kissed Can to shut him up. It was supposed to be a one time thing.
But things quickly escalated after that.Because of course they would.
Excerpt:
“Ai Tin!” Can says, surprise seeping his voice when he meets Tin’s eyes. Before Tin can answer, the dog gets behind Tin, his muzzle bumping Tin’s back as if trying to hide from Can.
“Oy, what are you doing, Gucci?” Can asks exasperated, leaning down to get the dog’s leash. “Leave Ai Tin alone.”
“It’s fine,” Tin says, pulling the dog against him. “You’re not bothering me, are you boy?”
Tin smiles when Gucci turns to look at him, and then just nuzzles Tin’s jaw and chin. The feeling of the wet noise against his warm skin makes Tin laugh softly.
“What the fuck?”
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It’s my heart on the line – Chapter 1 – FlorBexter – บังเอิญรัก | Love by Chance (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary:
His next words, however, were said in a sad and subdued voice: “He is gone. Gucci is gone. And I don’t know what to do…”
Tin’s throat clenched tight.
“Where are you?”
LBC TinCan Fanfiction
Title: It’s my heart on the line (part of the It’s Gucci’s world – series)
Chapter: 1/5
Pairing: TinCan
Summary:
His next words, however, were said in a sad and subdued voice: “He is gone. Gucci is gone. And I don’t know what to do…”
Tin’s throat clenched tight.
“Where are you?”
It’s my heart on the line – Chapter 1
“If you kidnapped my dog I will fucking kill you!”
Tin put his phone down and looked at the screen. He didn’t know the number on the display. He had been distracted and had picked up the call out of habit.
But the voice coming through the phone was well known to him. He sighed and waited for a pause in Can’s yelling.
Absolutely live your blog!! It’s amazing and you’re such a talented writer; your fics are insanely fantastic, thank you so much❤would you be able to do a part 3 for the “Tin teaches Can” fic? It’s my favourite😅
Aww thank you, Anon!
Well… Why the hell not. Guess Tin gets to teach Can about anal now. NSFW AHEAD
The Last Good Bar 
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