This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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After the last vengeance wound disappears, all his old scars and marks reappear on Wei Ying’s body. Lan Wangji learns this, of course, when he is finally undressing Wei Ying for a reason other than tending an injury.
Lan Wangji looks down to meet his gaze. Wei Wuxian loves having his eyes on him. He loves being the center of Lan Wangji’s attention. If no one else ever looks at him ever again, if no one listens to him or even hears him at all — if suddenly his existence goes unnoticed by every other person in the world — he’ll still be happy, as long as he has Lan Wangji’s steady attention on him. He reaches across Lan Wangji’s lap to grasp his other hand, the one that isn’t currently on his back, and he brings it to his mouth, presses chaste kisses to the well-defined knuckles.
Love is a choice you make – like this, and this, and this. Xiao Xingchen’s shoulders pearl-bare in the light of a rising dawn, the sweep of his robes through the night as he moves like a minnow in dark water, forehead to chest with his laugh a breath against bone. Song Lan chooses, and chooses, and chooses, walks into it with his eyes wide open, walks until he crawls until he reaches until he –
“Shufu, dada,” Lan Zhan says, sinking to his knees, “please allow Zhan’er to take Wei Ying back to Cloud Recesses.”
His uncle and brother exchange looks.“Zhan’er has promised Wei Ying he can go back home with us,” Lan Zhan says insistently, when they do not reply. “One should not break promises. Zhan’er does not want to break his promise.”
Uncle’s gaze softens. “Son of Cangse Sanren, you say?” he asks, turning to Wei Ying, who is quietly kneeling by Lan Zhan, fingers fisted tightly in Lan Zhan’s robes, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, he will be chased away.
His heart beats too fast in his chest and then, with zero forethought, he’s turning to Yibo, leaning in, and blurting out, “I had a threesome with them. With Zhang Ruoyun and Tang Yixin.”
Really, Xiao Zhan? At the Weibo awards, of all places? Where other people can see them? It was just that something about their close proximity, and the fact that Yibo looks so ridiculously sweet in those glasses, and seeing his friends flash across the screen, made the words bubble up his chest and escape through his stupid, stupid mouth.