Wangji managed to pull his scarf down so he didn’t have to breathe coffee-tainted air, then just lay on his side in the snow, willing the world to stop spinning, his gut to stop roiling, and his balls to stop throbbing. He didn’t know how long he lay like that, but with another groan, he managed to push himself to sitting… to find a vision sitting opposite him. Oh…
Cross-legged, hands firmly fisted in his lap, snowflakes fluttered around the man like a lace veil, catching on dark lashes that framed lustrous silver eyes, and landing like little kisses against bow-shaped lips still red despite the chill. And oh, Wangji was most definitely fucked.
An absolutely epic tattoo artist / small town AU, which so many feels I cried a few times – but also some absolutely hilarious moments, and more found family than you can shake a stick at. Oh, and smut. 😉
Most people could not predict it, because outside the bedroom Fighter always lived up to his nickname. However, Tutor was a scholar and one of his favorite subjects was his P’. This new job at his father’s company was rough on him. There were many a day when Fighter would come home, dark circles under his eye, his shoulders tense. Tutor wanted to weep for him on those days. He didn’t though. He did this instead.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying drawled. Wei Ying leaned forward further until he put his hands flat on the Captain’s desk and pushed himself to standing. The skin was smooth now, Wen Qing had regenerated the bruised and torn skin from their escape and subsequent stranding in the Delta Quadrant. But Lan Zhan had seen the hurt there before it was wiped away. “Maybe you don’t see me as your First Officer at all.” He cut his eyes up to look into Lan Zhan’s. “Maybe you don’t want to. Maybe you want me to throw over all of these command responsibilities and it can just be me and you inside of my mind, just how you like…Imzadi.” Lan Zhan’s breath caught, an invisible stutter in the regular ordering of Lan Zhan’s functioning. Wei Ying slid his hands forward, body following. Wei Ying was leaning over the desk, fingertips close to Lan Zhan’s but not touching. They could be. If Lan Zhan reached out.
“You are my First Officer.” Lan Zhan kept his hands where they were, pressed so hard into the desktop that his wrists felt the strain.
This is absolutely my new favourite Star Trek AU! I can’t believe I never realised how apt the premise of Voyager is in regards to the cultivation world vs. Yiling Laozu conflict. Also, this is just plain amazing storytelling – culminating in the hottest telepathic blowjob ever!
When Lan Xichen offered to spot for Nie Mingjue, he thought of the way his pecs and triceps had bunched as he’d pushed the bar up and away from his chest. Good form, smooth and steady. That’s the type of guy who could spot for Nie Mingjue in a meaningful way. Lan Xichen could carry what Nie Mingjue couldn’t handle. So he said yes and their gym buddy partnership was sealed.
“It’s Thompson,” Dom whispers. “Fuck. Listen, follow my lead, don’t freak out, and don’t talk.”
Brian has no chance to respond before Dom’s pushing him up against the wall and kissing him hard. If Dom’s tongue weren’t already pushing into Brian’s mouth, Brian would probably swallow his own tongue in shock. Dom buries one hand in the hair at Brian’s nape and squeezes his side with the other. He pulls back long enough to murmur, “C’mon, Spilner,” against Brian’s mouth.
He saw the shadow move before he actually registered the sound, the click. Instinct and surprise should have made him move faster, but he was almost on the shadow before he noticed it, before it moved. It was no tackle, more like tripping, legs tangling with his, a heavier body and an amazingly solid fist punching into his lower back even while he twisted around to meet his attacker head-on. That faint filtered light from the windows and the kitchen shone off skin and a white t-shirt. A mostly white t-shirt. So glaring now even in the half-light and how had he missed it? How had he missed Dom sitting in his living room?
Last place he expected him to be. He should be in Mexico. Anywhere.