This is everything I love about this ship. What do you mean the show didn’t end there?
Club Yiling is unique in that it’s coed. Lan Wangji wishes it were less unique when he feels his throat go dry, eyes locking with a dancer sauntering out onto the stage with the most obscene sway to his hips. The man somehow picks him out of the crowd and winks at him with dark eyes, and Lan Wangji quickly averts his gaze, back to his glass, back to the condensation, back to melting ice and still water. His heart is beating rapidly in his ears, blood rushing to his head uncomfortably. He digs his nails into his palm.
It’s not like he’s never seen an attractive man before in his life—there are plenty of attractive men in the world. There are plenty of attractive men in his own sect. But Lan Wangji is the second young master of his family. He cannot look at men. He has a responsibility.
A strip club!AU (set in a modern world that still has cultivators) should by any rights be crack – instead this took me on a feel-filled journey and made me care so damn much.
A beautiful compilation of some of Xiao Zhan’s works – set to his contribution to the “Joy of Life” soundtrack.
If there ever was a ship this song fits, it’s this one.
Xi Gu spent a lot of his time working and studying and never had much of a social life, but he knew what those were near instantly anyway. Condoms. Zhi Gang had three boxes of condoms stored under his register, right next to the materials he gave to customers.
This is funny and sweet and hot all at once – the perfect combination!
“I can’t believe Mo Xuanyu did this to me,” grumbled Wei Wuxian, shaking his head. “How am I supposed to live as an omega!?”
All to often A/B/O fics don’t work for me, due to the power imbalances, but this… This is hot as well while also being sweet as sin. The perfect combination.
Perfectly (and sizzlingly) encapsulates the chemistry between my two favourite boys.
Wei Wuxian crosses the room in two strides and brushes his mouth against Lan Wangji’s, who goes still, but permits the kiss.
For Wei Wuxian, pleasure has always been something to be chased, his body something to be indulged. Even when you’ve unexpectedly been resurrected, you never know when a particularly tenacious fierce corpse is going to show up and rend you limb from limb – may as well bask in everything that feels good while you can.
Lan Wangji, on the other hand: sometimes Wei Wuxian kisses him and he’s warm and willing and pliant. On other days it’s liked the memory of the inscribed wall of laws in the Cloud Recesses – and the Gusu Lan sect has an immensity of stupid taboos about what you’re not supposed to do, and with whom – falls over him like a shroud, and he responds to Wei Wuxian’s flirtations with a stony stillness that hurts his heart. And so far he can never tell which Lan Wangji he’s going to get.
This is such an unusual but absolutely believable and interesting take on how Lan Wangji might react to being with Wei Ying.
Some days all Wei WuXian wanted was to hold Lan WangJi in his mouth. There was no reason for it, nothing caused it, he would just wake up and eat his breakfast and look at the man and think: Today, all I want is to hold him in my mouth.
So soft for a kinky fic – I love it!
As distraction, Wei Wuxian admires the way the faint lamplight gilds the long lines of Lan Wangji’s fingers around a teacup. The soft light seems to infuse his pale skin—his strength and grace have their own inherent glow—oh, damn, this is not a safe sort of distraction at all.
Two words: erotic cultivation. *fans self*