Thread by @cerbykerby

so many sugar daddy lwj fics but not enough sugar daddy wwx fics 😭

anyways, no thoughts, head empty. only wwx being a dutiful and generous patron to guqin-player lwj. he pays for lwj's every need. and in return, lwj warms his bed.

at least that's how it looks from the outside.

((if any of you notice that this is very similar to two certain characters in bri/dgerton, shhhh you notice nothing))

maybe lwj ran away from an arranged marriage. maybe the wens were more complete with their destruction of lwj's home. either way, he's on his own and struggling to survive on nothing but his guqin skills.

it's a good thing he found wwx—or rather, wwx found him.

wwx is part of the nouveau riche, having founded a successful business in training soldiers into fearless, vicious fighters. the men change so much during training that rumors fly about wwx killing them and raising them back as fierce corpses to erase their morality.

such a ruthless reputation has earned him the nickname of Yiling Patriarch. people usually hate him or want to be him.

in lwj's case, he wants to be with him.

falling in love with wwx was easy. wwx is so bright, so intelligent. he has so many thoughts, and he talks so much.

when wwx first took him in, lwj was almost certain he was going to find himself underneath wwx that night. he steeled himself for it throughout dinner and bath, and when the time came, he sat on wwx's bed, resigned.

wwx gave him a curious look. "Oh! You want that bed?"

and that was how an unviolated lwj ended up sleeping in the yiling patriarch's bed, without the yiling patriarch. all in all, a very strange start to their relationship.

it got weirder when wwx refurbished an entire wing of his house just for lwj to live in all by himself.

now, lwj is no fool; he knows what it looks like from the outside: a wealthy, powerful man supporting a young, struggling musician can hardly be expected NOT to take advantage of the situation.

oh, if only wwx would take advantage of lwj—but, alas, he is just too honorable😩😩

lwj tries! he definitely tries! and it's not because he feels indebted to wwx—wwx only demands repayment in the form of lying around on the floor, rambling to lwj, and demanding head scritches every now and then. it's because lwj ACTUALLY wants to be ravished by wwx.

but wwx is just. too. nice. if he sees lwj undressed, he'll take off his own outer layer to give to him. if he sees lwj in a bathtub, he'll frantically excuse himself from the room. if lwj touches his thigh, he'll initiate a game where they pat rhythms on each other's knees.

frankly, lwj is getting quite annoyed! after ever performance, he gets looks from audience members who see wwx leading him away, like they know what's going to happen to him.

but no! it doesn't happen! wwx just takes him out for a moonlit walk by a river and gives him flowers.

it's all very sweet and romantic, but wwx doesn't even hold his hand or kiss him. after months of living together, lwj wants to get RAILED.

and obviously it isn't happening!! what the heck is he supposed to do about this.

he needs to work on his seduction skills.

one day, wwx is out on the training field, overseeing his men. lwj wears an almost too-sheer robe and delicately drapes himself over wwx.

"Oh, hello Lan Zhan!" wwx grins as he pulls lwj onto his lap. "What brings you here?"

lwj arranges himself neatly. "I wanted to see you."

"Well, here I am." wwx's smile grows wider, until he catches his men staring. he barks out orders in that harsh, commanding voice of his, full of brewing darkness and forbidden strength.

oh, what lwj would give for that voice to be telling him to stay still and be good. 😩

lwj idly watches the soldiers train, knowing very well that he looks much like a spoiled courtesan. alas, he is only spoiled, and not a courtesan.

"Aren't you cold?" wwx asks, looking at lwj's robes.

now's the chance. lwj drops his gaze. "A little," he confesses, softly.

wwx frowns and begins removing his outer layer, clearly about to give it to lwj. lwj stops him by taking his wrist.

"Perhaps the Yiling Patriarch would be so kind as to warm me up himself?" he whispers, lips brushing wwx's ear.

wwx blinks. gulps. his cheeks turn a little pink.

to encourage him, lwj guides wwx's hand to his waist. wwx's breath stutters upon contact.

"Oh-h, I see," wwx cracks a smile. "Anything for you, Lan Zhan."

and then he just. quickly rubs against the fabric on lwj's back to generate heat from friction.

lwj is SPEECHLESS.

wwx spends a good five minutes rubbing his hands over lwj's chest and back and arms before he stops. "I'll be honest—I don't see the advantage of this over just putting on another layer," he says. "How about you take my coat and I'll give you cuddles later, alright?"

lwj does not want more layers, but he does like cuddles. he nods. "Alright."

the soldiers look like they're slowly realizing that their commander hasn't actually slept with anyone before, so lwj gives wwx a kiss on the cheek as both a claiming and a warning to those watching.

lwj gains a strange reputation in yiling. whenever he's harassed for supposedly wh0ring himself to wwx for money, he makes it very clear that he is Down to Get Fucked by WWX but wwx is being uncooperative on the matter.

so, oddly, yiling is pretty darn sympathetic regarding lwj.

some asshole: I bet you bend yourself over the nearest table for him once he walks in the door

lwj: I tried

s/a: what

lwj: just this morning, actually

lwj: he thought I was looking at a bug so he joined me on the table

lwj: we didn't fuck

s/a:

s/a: my deepest condolences