#sitting here. unkissed. when will it end?

[sheepie-self-ships]

GET KISSED!!!!!!!!!

GWUH!!!!???? WHAT THE WHAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

#‘sitting here unkissed when will it end’ NOW I GUESS MY GOODNESS #thank you?? 😭 this is completely unexpected #ur like the no. 1 cheerleader for eagleace LMAO #bonesy 🦅 #s/i: Ace the vampire #fave #asks go brr

[cichocicho]

actual footage of me listening to my “kissing playlist”

#to quote that post ‘sitting here. unkissed. when will it end’ #pamiętniczek

[crowshoots]

cutie!!! fucking!!! pie!!! loml!!!!!!!!

#jes vc sitting here. unkissed. when will it end #the world deserves a few more moments with this face. / gallery. #the sharpshooter. / self.

[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

Mr. Sholmes, how did you and Mikotoba-san stay in contact for those ten years? I’m assuming letters and telegrams but it must’ve been difficult being separated for so long.

It was... quite difficult, yes. We sent many letters and telegrams, but it was nothing compared to seeing each other in person.

How was I supposed to survive not being kissed for ten years, hm?! How am I supposed to survive not being kissed now?!

#the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #herlock sholmes #homumiko #((herlock: sitting here. unkissed. when will it end.) #animucrystal

[rosicheeks]

💖

#don’t mind me #just 6am rosie thoughts #but *man* I want kisses #and cuddles #and snuggles #and to feel wanted #and to feel comfy and warm and safe #OK #yearning hours babes #I guess it’s time to sleep #going to dream about my prince finding me and taking me far far away from here #and loving me and taking care of me #bfbsjsndjjdhdhd #AHHHHH #ok ok ok ok I’m fiiiiine #I’m sitting here unkissed #uncuddled #unsnuggled #when will the torture end #shut up rosie

[kof-xiii]

3rd day of stress and also the desire to lay my head on a pair of tits and have my forehead kissed altho the feeling leans towards the latter i am so fucking SAD. DISTRAUGHT EVEN

#GRGRGRHRGEGGRHGRGEGGGG #SITTING HERE UNKISSED..WHEN WILL IT END #el.doc

[alzeys]

sitting here. unkissed. when will it end

#text post #wlw yearning #wlw post #sapphic

[melonn-soda]

❝ BIRDS OF A FEATHER... ❞

intro... (you are here) | ch. 1... |

word count: 1.4k

warnings: kaveh x male reader. reader is kind of stuck up and an asshole I guess? he's also a massive tease so there's that too

prompt: it's not everyday such a face strolls into sumeru, especially when your big day is coming up. when you want an architect to redesign the interior of the venue for your coming of power, kaveh just happens to be unable to keep his trap shut. now, the pride of sumeru is held atop his fingertips. what will he do to keep you significantly pleased..?

notes: everyone is going to be ooc because I can't be bothered to research on how these characters act and bond, so I'm going off whatever is on the top of my head. I don't want to work on my other drafts bc im just not feeling it so here's a series I might work on in the meantime

fem aligned dni

A golden pheasant.

With patterns so elegant and beautiful, anyone would make way for the figure that steps so silently against the rough, grey stones. Unkissable lips are shielded from the eyes of the unworthy, a fan made with golden feathers blocking the lower half of the presence’s face. Li Yue’s treasure, they called this person, rumors saying that they held more value than the Jade Palace itself.

People stared in awe at such an influential figure stalking through the streets of Sumeru, whispering about why they were here in the first place. Such a noble wouldn’t even show their face to the public unless needed to, so why are they here, gracing the commoners with such a sight?

“Make way for the heir! Lower your heads!” One of the Millileth soldiers at your side barks at the citizens of Sumeru, earning a distasteful look from the noble. The soldier shrinks under their gaze, lips pursing in shame for speaking without command.

The fan snaps shut, “Excuse them,” they hiss out in annoyance, “My guards don’t seem to realize that we are in a different country that undergoes a different culture. Not just that but that my status doesn’t matter as much here. Feel free to act as if it is a normal day, do not mind my presence.” The fan spreads once more as you make your way to the Akademiya.

Kaveh can’t help but stare at such a powerful man being within such a close proximity of him, wondering what type of business he had within Sumeru. Surely, it must be really important if he had to show up in person with all his glory. Although he hesitates, Kaveh follows you to the Akedemiya. It wouldn’t seem suspicious because he is a student there but something big must be happening and his curiosity won’t settle until he finds out.

Noticing how majestically you carry yourself despite the dirt beginning to gather at the ends of your coat, Kaveh is nothing short of entranced by how royal you seem. Radiating a gentle yet intimidating persona behind the security of that fan, willing to crush anyone beneath the heel of your boot if someone were to step out of place but also caress the chin of a treasure you desire. Two conflicting faces broken and moulded into one. It makes Kaveh’s eyes close in disgust and his gut to wrench at the idea of getting on your bad side. When his eyes open, he takes notice of the Electro vision that sits on your lower back, hung on a chain that is tight on your waist.

Tearing his gaze away from the vision, the doors to the Akademiya open to reveal his three friends standing there before they kneel almost immediately. It was certainly a sight to behold, seeing Al Haitham being so obedient despite his snappy nature. Kaveh almost dared to laugh before a quick glare from Cyno shut him up and the architect dropped to the floor in respect.

Fan snapping shut once more, you speak, “Please raise your heads, there is no need for such politeness.” You sigh at the end of your sentence, watching as one of your guards gave you a baffled look. Lightning crackled beneath your feet as you glared at the soldier, causing him to yelp and shut up before he could even make another remark.

“My liege,” Al Haitham was the first to rise from the ground, hand still placed over his chest, “Do you have everything you desire for your celebration of the inheritance of your family? List of items desired, location held..?” His voice trails off, letting you list off what you have.

“I have most of what I need.” Your eyes close as if you were in thought, “However, the interior of where I want it held is.. bland. Missing the flare I crave. I would like to hire an architect.”

Maybe Kaveh gets too excited, because the way he chimes up when you mention architecture doesn’t go ignored, “I can help with that!” Your eyes sharply turn towards him and his stomach twists unpleasantly at the pointed stare you give him. In fact, everyone looks at him funny. Now, nervously, he purses his lips and fiddles with his thumbs, “W-well, that is if you’ll let me.. um, all I would need to know is the aesthetic you’d like and the budget..” He mutters sheepishly.

“Golden academia, ten million mora. The gold doesn’t have to be real, just believable.” You answer him with a ‘fwip!’ of your fan, flowing air through your face and the locks of your hair, “Any leftover funds in your hands by the time you’re finished you may keep as a tip.”

Kaveh perks up in surprise, sputtering an, “Of course!” nerves now on fire just from how much the money loosens restrictions, “Um, do you mind showing me the building so I could get started on thinking up something?”

He thinks that you hid the amused smile poorly because from behind the fan, he could make out the slight quirk of your lips and the nearly unnoticeable squint of your eyes. Heart nearly jumping out of his chest, you turn to fully face him, “Tomorrow, little bird of paradise.” A hand shuffles to pull a scroll from your pocket, handing it over to Al Haitham, “This is the rest of the stuff I need. I’ll throw in extra money for your help.” 

The scribe opens its seal, skims it over, and gives you a nod. You smile in return and turn around, closing your fan as you head towards the exit. Nothing, however, prepares Kaveh for the way the end of your fan brushes against his jawline with that pointed stare and subtle smirk you wear as your step towards the door. His face flushes a hundred times more red when you whisper, “8 am, Avidya Forest. Try not to be late.”

The architect gulps in anticipation, letting go of the breath he hadn’t realized he’s been holding the second your fan no longer touches his skin. The doors shut behind your figure and the lobby of the Akademiya is eerily silent, an occasional shuffle coming from some random scholar's feet from across the hall.

After the momentary silence, Tighnari huffed out, causing Kaveh to blush embarrassingly at the words the forest ranger scoffs, “He’s so trying to get into your pants.”

…

“What were you thinking!?” Al Haitham seethes at Kaveh while pacing around in the living room, the latter’s hands digging into his hair. The two of them have gotten into many petty arguments but Kaveh thinks that this is the first time Al Haitham’s been truly infuriated with him. It’s heavily uncharacteristic of him but Kaveh knows that his anger is not misplaced.

“I don’t know!” Kaveh whines, burying his face into his hands after he pulls them away from his scalp, “I can’t tell if it was just the heat of the moment or the opportunity of working with Li Yue’s Treasure but I was talking before I even realized!”

“Kaveh,” Al Haitham growls, planting his hands on the table that sits in front of the couch, glaring at the blond, “if you fuck this up, you’ll destroy the pride Sumeru carries.” The said man peeks at his roommate through his fingers, “Li Yue’s Treasure is an influential man that holds so much power because of his inheritance. If one bad review comes from someone like him and it manages to be overheard, that business might as well just close down because their income will be tarnished, alongside their reputation. The whole country might as well just perish.”

His heart sinks in despair from how much pressure was suddenly placed on his shoulders. The nagging voices of his previous clients were enough to drive him crazy but you? Oh, boy. Kaveh’s not sure what to do with himself. He should shut his mouth permanently with stitches for any future events that may cause him to speak out. Deep down, the architect hopes you aren’t very picky or impatient, if those two were put together he’s sure he’d be dead before he even knows it.

“I’ll..” Kaveh sighs, carding his fingers through his bangs, “I’ll think of something, I swear.” When it spills from his lips, it sounds more like words to reassure himself. Kaveh doesn’t want to dig himself deeper into the dirt than he already has.

#male reader #x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x male reader #“birds of a feather” series; kaveh x male reader

[marsinout]

Max & Charles, in separate rooms: Sitting here. Unkissed. When will it end.

#formula 1 #f1 #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 #incorrect formula 1 #max x charles #f1 memes #source: tumblr

[turtlecleric]

(re: the tags of your rb of that "sitting here. unkissed." textpost) can you tell us how you think they would react to you saying that? :3

Lucky you nonnie, I couldn't sleep and was able to work on this while I waited for my alarm to go off

For full context:

Dearest @yorshie tackled this with the Bayverse boys. Highly recommend reading that. I'll take a swing at the Rise boys, though I do think their reactions would heavily depend on their mood at the time, what the two of you are doing, whether other people are around, etc. I'm imagining you on the couch in the lair, with your boy sitting nearby. Also. Don't expect much, I got about 5 hours of sleep lol

Leo

As soon as you say it he's whipping his head in your direction. A little surprised, a little excited, and a lot soft - because sometimes he feels like he's too much. Sometimes he gets that little voice in the back of his head saying that you're going to get tired of him, that you'll start to find him annoying, that he's too much, too much, always too much. But here you are. Asking him - in your silly dramatic way that he loves - for his attention. So he moves to kiss you, smiling the entire time, heart so full it feels like it might burst, and when he pulls back and you smile back at him, that voice in his head is a little quieter. (It feels inevitable to me that he eventually ends up on top of you, kissing you stupid, hands eagerly roaming all over. When he smells your arousal, he's quick to suggest that you move this into his bedroom.)

Raph

I like to imagine that Raph is a little shy in front of other people. If his brothers are in the room, I could see him blushing furiously and giving you a quick peck (if anyone says anything to tease him, he'd get really defensive and it would be ADORABLE). If Splinter is around he'd give you a look of alarm - babe PLEASE my dad is RIGHT THERE. But if you're alone... he'd smile and scoop you into his arms (picking you up like it's nothing) and kiss you sweetly. If things start to get heated, he'll stop. If you whine about it, he'll timidly suggest going to his room. (And once you're truly in private he'll let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips on his. Letting you decide the pace, letting you lead, but enthusiastically giving you whatever you want.)

Donnie

"Mm. A tragedy, really. You have my pity."

When you whine his name he finally looks at you and smirks. Reaches for you and pulls you into his lap, studies your expression closely. Holds your chin and leans in to kiss you slowly, deeply. When he pulls back, seeing you flushed and a little dazed, his smirk widens.

"Better?"

You nod, and he hums. The smirk falls as he stares at your lips, and you can't help but squeak when suddenly he's carrying you to the lab. When he sits you on a table and tells Shelldon not to let anyone in, your heart does something funny in your chest. He's standing between your legs, staring, staring, staring while the lab goes into lockdown.

"Donnie, I-"

That's all you can say before he dives back in. Kissing you like he's starving for it as his hands grip your waist, your thighs. You're already wet when he pulls your pants and underwear off and kneels between your legs. When he slips his tongue inside of you and you whimper, you swear you can feel him smirking again.

Mikey

He gasps dramatically, absolutely BEAMING, and jumps on you. Presses his forehead against yours, and says, "I can fix that." Kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips. Then moves to your neck, making you giggle as he presses more quick kisses to your skin and nuzzles into you. Depending on how you react, he might just pull you into his lap to snuggle, randomly kissing the top of your head or your nose and making you giggle. Or. He might get a mischievous grin and ask if there's anything else you'd like him to fix.

#asks #turtlecleric scrolls #rise!leo #rise!raph #rise!donnie #rise!mikey #this isn't long enough to tag people in so #anyway

[liesmyth]

TLT holiday exchange: it's a wrap!

Authors have been revealed for the @tlt-holiday-exchange. You can find the full collection here; you can find my rec list here.

Thanks to everyone who created, beta-read, left feedback, or otherwise helped this event come together. You rock ❤️💀✨

What I Wrote

slash and burn for the wonderful @/forjodssake. Augustine/John, pre-Resurrection. ft. Augustine's mango vape and John's pathetic swag. Rated M.

“Fuck you,” John says. “I can do rizz.”

Exchange MPVs

Shoutouts to the creators with multiple works in the collection!

PyrrhaDveotee with 13 (!!!!) works. Here they are.

LesbianJesusLovesYou with SIX different works. Here they are.

with FIVE works each: Sluggg (here) and Kat_Hikari (here)

with FOUR works each: @thewinterstale (here) and @celira (here)

with THREE works each: @arithmonym (here) // @friendamedes (here and here) // Raxheim @theriverbeyond (here)

with TWO works each: @aspiranthect (here) // atropinecapra @youweremyridehome (here) // CindFourth @cindthia (here) // Lilac_Jam (here) // @rnanqo (here)

Art!!

Now that creators are public, you can check the art pieces in the collection to see if they are rebloggable on here or twitter.

You can find all the SIXTEEN art pieces in the collection here.

Read on under the cut to find: FIVE (!!!) newer additions to the collection that you might have missed and SEVEN (!!!!) long fics over 15k.

Hot New Entries!!

Some works were posted after the collection revealed, and you might have missed them. Here they are:

Absorbed by grey stone by CookieNS. Rated G.

Aiglamene and Pelleamena share a brief moment after the captain returns from the Cohort.

just like normal by paene. Rated E.

Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

refreshments provided by Anonymous. Rated E. [ART FILL!]

Abigail Pent getting her tits sucked at a conference by Juno Zeta, as she deserves

Ritual of the Unkissed Skull by Raxheim. Harrow Nova; Rated E.

“There’s a benefit, you know. To not being my real cavalier. It means I can do this,” Gideon says, and kisses Harrow.

the soft animal of your body by pussymedes. Camilla/Nona, Rated E.

Nona goes into heat.

Longfics

We have SEVEN works over 15k words of length. Here they are:

Softly Falling, Tumbling Down by @ambiguouswren. Modern AU. Rated T. 28k.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus lived a perfectly fine life running The Anchorite's Archive, her family's bookshop that she inherited. Then a red haired menace entered her life and turned everything she thought she knew upside down.

come, dearest heart by @patiencespardon. HtN AU, Lyctor Palamedes, Rated E. 20k

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood in order to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Reasonable Service by duplicitoussluts. Canaan House Era, Rated E. 19k.

Cristabel and Mercy have a disagreement. Mercy decides to make herself free use about it.

Prey by apredatorywasp. Serial killer AU, Rated E. 18k.

Gideon Nav gets kidnapped by serial killer Cytherea. With the help of her faithful sub Loveday, Cytherea tortures Gideon and tries to break her. Meanwhile, Harrow--joined by Camilla, Palamedes, Corona and Ianthe--searches for Gideon.

here is the church, here is the steeple by thewinterstale. Pre-canon. Rated T, 17k.

Pyrrha Dve once helped with a birth and painted a nursery mint green. Before the paint and before the blood, amidst tragic loss and heart-pounding necromantic discoveries, a quiet, saltwater love story was playing itself out in the shallow depths of the Canaan House swimming pool.

Ain't no sunshine when they're gone by Nightworldlove. Modern AU, Rated E, 16k.

Harrow's been on a business trip and Gideon's missed them terribly, turns out the feeling is very much mutual.

run on (for a long time) by @midnightbaguette. Western AU! Rated T. 16k

It's a wild west out there, full of supernatural forces and dangerous outlaws. Under the direst of circumstances, four of the unlikeliest companions must band together to outrun their pasts, and maybe find something new along the way.

Thank you for reading this far and thanks as always to the mods for another year of holiday deliciousness. If this list helped you find cool stuff in the collection, please let the creators know <3

#tlt fic #fic recs #tlt holiday ex 2023 #tlt fanfic #tlt fanart #tlt #the locked tomb #if you enjoyed these pls leave feedback on the collection <3 #WE FINISH THE SEASON WITH 117 WORKS!!

[incorrect-kaishinshi]

Kaito, 5 minutes after Shiho and Shinichi left for grocery: Sitting here. Unkissed. When will it end.

#dcmk #magic kaito #kaishin #shinshi #kaishi #kaishinshi #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #miyano shiho #incorrect dcmk #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr

[dostoyevsky-official]

Hello! I am excited to participate in your poetry challenge!!!

My January poem is going to be My Heart and I by E B Browning. It’s been my favorite for a long time and I think it’s time that I memorized it. It’s on the longer side but I have faith!!

I

Enough! we’re tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason’s knife, As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s life With which we’re tired, my heart and I.

II

You see we’re tired, my heart and I. We dealt with books, we trusted men, And in our own blood drenched the pen, As if such colors could not fly. We walked too straight for fortune’s end, We loved too true to keep a friend; At last we’re tired, my heart and I.

III

How tired we feel, my heart and I! We seem of no use in the world; Our fancies hang grey and uncurled About men’s eyes indifferently; Our voice which thrilled you so, will let You sleep; our tears are only wet: What do we here, my heart and I?

IV

So tired, so tired, my heart and I! It was not thus in that old time When Ralph sat with me, ’neath the lime To watch the sunset from the sky. “Dear love, you’re looking tired,” he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head: 'Tis now we’re tired, my heart and I.

V

So tired, so tired, my heart and I! Though now none takes me on his arm To fold me close and kiss me warm Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor. Now, alone, We lean upon this graveyard stone, Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

VI

Tired out we are, my heart and I. Suppose the world brought diadems To tempt us, crusted with loose gems Of powers and pleasures? Let it try. We scarcely care to look at even A pretty child, or God’s blue heaven, We feel so tired, my heart and I.

VII

Yet who complains? My heart and I? In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used,--well enough, I think, we’ve fared, my heart and I.

#i've always considered her a better poet than her husband #thanks for sending! i have faith in you as well! #2024 poetry challenge

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

sitting here. unkissed. when will it end

[stiltonbasket]

ok so MY guess is that Wangxian dual cultivated hard enough to end up with a radish in the xuanwu cave, but I wanna read the conversation where these two idiots are forced to acknowledge it. I feel like at minimum the Lans would immediately start asking questions. Bonus points if WWX accidentally lets it slip that they might have accidentally-on-purpose gotten SLIGHTLY engaged in a separate, prior, gay cave incident involving Lan Yi

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian says one night, about a week into Lan Zhan's first month in Yunmeng, "there's something you should know about A-Yuan."

The two of them are sitting on the roof together, partly for tradition's sake and partly out of convenience. They met on the roof of the guardhouse at the Cloud Recesses, and settled their quarrel about Wei Wuxian’s guidao on the roof of Nie Mingjue’s guest chambers—and now, at Lotus Pier, the pavilions and bridges of the living compound are occupied even in the dead of night, leaving the roof as the only safe place for lovers to meet and trade secrets.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan can hardly be called lovers, despite being a pair of sworn zhiji and parents to the same child. But Wei Wuxian loves Lan Zhan dearly all the same; and so, here they are, perched on the roof over Jiang-shushu’s study like a pair of trysting sweethearts.

“What is it?” Lan Zhan replies, placing his pale hand over the dark one in Wei Wuxian’s lap. “Are you and Yuan-bao well?”

“En, we are. But Lan Zhan, about your offer of marriage, I—”

Lan Zhan closes his eyes and squeezes Wei Wuxian’s hand a little tighter.

“I will not repeat it. It would distress you, and I would not bring you grief for any price,” he says quietly. “I understand that you do not love me, though you care for me deeply, and so...let us put my foolishness to rest, and move on. You have your due rights as A-Yuan’s muqin and a member of my clan, which is what I truly wanted for you both.”

Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Zhan proposed to him out of duty and nothing more, but the ache of hearing him say so is no less keen for it. He takes the blow like a man, refusing to betray himself with a flinch or the trembling of white lips left unkissed by the father of his child. Now, he has no need to tell Lan Zhan about his feelings; his beloved does not return them, and revealing the truth of his heart would likely win him a second offer of marriage, one Wei Wuxian would never have the strength to refuse.

He would wed Lan Zhan if he asked again, wed him and dwell with him until the end of his days, because it would be torment to be parted from him and death to imagine Lan Zhan with another. Once he tried to think of someone else surpassing him in Lan Zhan’s affections, some high-spirited maiden or gentle xianjun who would love A-Yuan and honor Wei Wuxian as the father that bore him, and found himself wishing himself married that very instant, so he could be content in the knowledge that Lan Zhan would never...

“I love you,” he says aloud, so softly that he scarcely hears himself above the rustling of the wind. “I love you as Zhu Yingtai loved Liang Shanbo, as the Lady Bai She loved her Xu Xian. When we were still in Qishan, I heard Lan-xiansheng say it was a miracle that you were well enough to dual cultivate with me after fighting the Xuanwu, let alone that I had the strength to receive you and bear a child, and so—well!

“It was more than your strength, my Lan Zhan, and more than mine, too. I love you more than life, qian xin, and so we have our A-Yuan. And that’s why I can’t marry you, because I would demand much more of my husband than he would be willing to give.”

Lan Zhan’s tongue darts out to wet his mouth. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, like pale pieces of cracked-glaze jewelry made to show the red enamel below, and all Wei Wuxian can see in them is his own wavering reflection.

“And have you asked your husband what he is willing to give?” Lan Zhan says fiercely, dragging Wei Wuxian into his arms and squeezing him until he gasps for breath. “Or did you break his heart by refusing him, when that heart was yours to take or discard the moment your eyes met his!”

Wei Wuxian stares at him in disbelief. “But you never spoke,” he pleads, fighting the urge to lie back in Lan Zhan’s sturdy arms and melt like iced fruit left out in the sun. “If I asked you to come back to Yunmeng with me once, I must have asked a thousand times—and each time you refused me!”

“Refused out of fear,” Lan Zhan counters. “I could not—” and here his ears flush redder than roses, burning hot against Wei Wuxian’s skin— “Nie Huaisang told me that things were different here, that the cultivators of Yunmeng Jiang were free with their affections, and I was afraid that being spoiled further with your friendship would force me to betray my love.”

He pulls Wei Wuxian closer, shamefaced, and presses his cold nose into the curve between Wei Wuxian’s neck and shoulder.

“And I could not bear the thought of you having a mingding zhiren other than myself,” he whispers. “I was sure that one such as you would be dearly loved—for how could you not be? From the way you defended Mianmian and your shijie, and the way you spoke of the beauties you knew in Yunmeng, I was sure you had made some good guniang a queen among women by loving her before you ever met me!”

“And so you rejected me whenever I tried to approach you?” Wei Wuxian protests. “Then what else was I to think, save that-that--”

And then Wei Wuxian can say nothing more, because his heart’s treasure is kissing him.

Marry me, Lan Zhan begs between kisses, even as Wei Wuxian calls his name and weeps at the finger’s breadth of space keeping them apart. Let me be yours and be for me only, my love!

And Wei Wuxian yields to him, body and soul, willing as a peach blossom torn by the wind as he cries out—

“Yes!”

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #wei wuxian #cultivation baby sizhui au #my fic #!!!!!!! #please reblog this omg im sweating

[loserdiaz]

sitting here. unkissed. when will it end!!! this is literally a hate crime

#april rambles