Most days, that’s what they do: hold hands as they walk, get lost in kisses when they are resting, and whenever they spend a night indoors, lie together in the same bed, gently exploring each other’s bodies with lips and careful fingers.
Sometimes, he’d kiss his way down Wei Ying’s chest and take him into his mouth to hear him moan and babble and laugh. Wei Ying always laughs: not to mock but to hide his embarrassment, because he’s not nearly as shameless as he paints himself to be. And this, the unexpected shyness of him, is what makes Lan Wangji’s own feelings all the more indecent, because sometimes – oftentimes – the sweetness they share is not enough.
“Haven’t you heard?” Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: “Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend.”
“There is the mark of our bargain, and here is the challenge,” said the Yiling Patriarch. “You may strike at me, exactly once, with your sword. I will not fight back; I will not resist you at all, Hanguang-jun.” That silvery suggestiveness crept into his voice again. “And a year and a day from now, you will come to me and I will deliver exactly the same to you.”
An utterly heartstoppingly amazing AU, in which Lan Wangji strikes a bargain with the mysterious Yiling Patriarch. And then, with four days to spare, there’s Wei Wuxian. The Yiling Patriarch’s… husband?
It takes two nights and a day. Wei Wuxian screams until his throat gives out. The sounds that Xian Zhen makes are unspeakable. Wen Ning weeps throughout, loudly at first, then silently, watching the tiny sugar glider’s agonised shape gradually shiver and distort until it returns to its childish state of flux, flickering in desperation from shape to shape in search of safety. But Wen Qing is relentless and dry eyed, and at last the poor creature is nestled against Jiang Cheng’s unconscious body, panting and quivering as Wen Qing ties the last threads that bind her to a new soul.
It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.
“Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”
Somehow, Wei Ying, Chinese exchange student, ends up with a kid – luckily, there’s this tall, serious guy willing to help… and suddenly Wei Ying has himself a husband, too. I’m not normally into kid!fic, but A-Yuan is too precious, and this story is too wonderful.