Gifts for ilip13
List of Gifts
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the lighthouse in the night (that will safely guide me home) by noisyviolets for ilip13
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
17 Jul 2021
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He’s never thought of his home as beautiful in his life. Impressive, maybe. Welcoming in its familiarity. Busy, of course. But not beautiful. It’s only now, after two years away, that he’s seeing it as if for the first time; all bright lights and sprawling streets spread out below him. He takes a deep breath, imagining he can already taste the thick, city air below. He’s home.
Or: Wei Ying returns to China after two years away and worries, just for a moment, if the space he left behind is still waiting for him.
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mine to hold by alcego for ilip13
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
03 Apr 2021
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The game is this: they fuck in public, with just enough isolation to be classy, but only just. It would be so easy for someone to see them, to see the way Lan Zhan’s fingers curl into the flesh of Wei Ying’s thigh, sharp and bruising and terrible in the best fucking way.
He’s getting close. Thinks he’s been close since they’ve started, already riled up by the game and the bright orange paint splattered across Lan Zhan’s back, by the bruise of a blue pellet that didn’t burst right when it slammed into his ribs. Paintball always means bruises for him.
Lan Zhan and paintball are alike in that way.
What they have—it's just sex. Friends with benefits, no strings attached.
At least, that's what it's supposed to be.
Wei Ying comes face to face with his feelings in the midst of a risky blowjob, and things escalate from there.
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like real people do by daltoneering for ilip13
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
20 Dec 2020
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“Lan Zhan, sweetheart,” Wei Ying says softly, stroking a hand atop the pile of blankets currently housing his best friend. “Come out. I’m gonna take your temperature.”
There is a groan from within, but then the blanket mound shifts and Lan Zhan’s head emerges, hair spilling in knots across his face. Wei Ying has seen him drunk only once, and even then he had looked more put together than this.
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Every other time, it’s been Lan Zhan looking after Wei Ying. Now Lan Zhan needs some tender loving care of his own, and Wei Ying is helpless to do anything but offer it to him.