“We are hoping to dry off and get some rest after a long journey,” Lan Zhan says. “Would you have a room for the night?”
The woman gives them a long look up and down, and a slow grin. “We have a room and much more, Young Masters.” Wei Wuxian has also noticed the make-up on the female halves of the two couples currently giggling together over their wine, and some discord between the girls’ pretty robes and the simple style of dress of their male friends, and he throws Lan Zhan a look.
Lan Zhan is his most polite self, nodding at their landlady. His face is still wet, gleaming in the inn’s soft light, which is a cute look on him.
Source: This House of Ill Repute, by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Traveling together, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan seek shelter from a storm in this completely delightful first time fic.
‘Don’t indulge in pleasure,’ was perfectly comprehensible – at fourteen Lan Wangji already knew that that meant no second helping of stew, even if you were still hungry, and definitely no more little cakes, your mother should never have made those for you to try in the first place.
-Or Five Times Lan Wangji learnt something about sex.
Source: Adult Learning – Chapter 1, by halotolerant – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An absolutely compelling LWJ POV, which should be hilarious with its confusion about everything sexual but somehow ends up being full of emotions. (Still funny at times, though.)
Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.
Source: Pet Names, by LokelaniRose – TharnType the Series (TV), บังเอิญรัก | Love by Chance (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Filling in the blanks with some exquisite smut, managing to make it all feel much more reassuringly consensual.
Steve wakes up on the cold stone floor of the foyer. He scrambles up; there’s glass shards everywhere and they crunch under his gloved hands. People are staring, holding themselves back. They must have seen the fight, must have seen two of him.
His own voice rings in his head.“Bucky is alive!”
It’s all gone FUBAR in 2012.
Source: a road less traveled – Chapter 1, by Claudia_flies, cyclamental art (cyclamental), maichan, zilia – Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
This is the alternate!2012 fic I needed after Endgame, and it’s pretty damn close to perfect!
Of course, he’d heard of jiaoren, everyone had. Beautiful maidens with tails for legs, living deep in the sea and emerging to sell the most beautiful silks, woven by their own hand. He’d even heard their tears turned to pearls.
But this was not the sea, and this was not a woman’s body.
Source: A Ribbon of the Finest Silk, by FleetofShippyShips – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Merman!Lan Zhan, I didn’t know I needed this! This story is a perfect little fairy tale, woven with great care and attention to detail. Lovely!
“I’m just–a little bit of rest would be nice,” Jiang Cheng finally admits, and he leans even more heavily against Lan Xichen. He’s just glad that he’s too sick to get as flustered around Lan Xichen as he usually does whenever the other is even slightly close to him.
“A little bit of rest it is then,” Lan Xichen easily agrees and slings his arm around Jiang Cheng’s waist. “You’re burning up.”
“It’ll pass,” Jiang Cheng mutters, though now that he knows he doesn’t have to pretend to be alright anymore, he feels worse with every passing second.
“Under the right care,” Lan Xichen says and carefully walks Jiang Cheng towards his quarters.
Source: love me better, by syriala – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Jiang Cheng gets sick. Luckily Lan Xichen is more than happy to care for him. This is soft and warm and lovely.
It isn’t that it’s too late in the day to arrange for a separate room for Wei Wuxian. It isn’t that all the beds are full or even that Lan Wangji wants to keep an eye on him tonight. It simply does not occur to either of them to pursue separate sleeping arrangements until they’re both wearing just clean underrobes, standing in front of Lan Wangji’s bed.
“I can take the floor,” Wei Wuxian offers half-heartedly.
“No. You’re my guest,” Lan Wangji tells him. He does not offer to take the floor instead.
Source: You, Asleep and Dreaming, by etymologyplayground – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Bed sharing!!! Cuddles!!! Dressing (and undressing) each other!!! This fic is simply delightful.