"Okay wait," said Jin Chan, "go through everyone again one more time?"
Jin Ling rolled her eyes. "You know there's not going to be a quiz, right?"
Jin Chan huffed and ran his hand through his hair. "I knooooow, I just... I know I made kind of a shitty impression on your friends
when we were kids, and I wanna do better this time."
It was sweet, really. Her cousin had been staunchly in her corner when she came out, even shouting at their crappy cousin Jin Zixun when he kept making snide remarks about "poor parental influence." (As if being like her moms
WASN'T awesome. 🙄) He and Jin Ling had grown much closer since they were kids, and she was excited for him to go on this road trip with all her favorite people.
She pointed at the picture again. "That's my boyfriend Lan Jingyi, and his partner Wen Sizhui. Sizhui and Jingyi
have been together, like, literally forever; there was a whole thing when we were little with the Wens and the Lans and Auncle Wei but again, there's super not going to be a quiz. And then that's Sizhui's other datemate, Ouyang Zizhen, and Zizhen's girlfriend, Xiao Qing."
Jin Chan nodded, studying the photo like a general in one of those old war movies memorizing vital intelligence. "Got it. I won't embarrass you, Ling'er!"
Jin Ling laughed. "Oh no, literally everyone going on this trip is a constant embarrassment—trust me, you'll fit right in."
Oh, and FWIW: Sizhui is e/em agender in this particular headcanon; I just couldn't mangle the sentence enough to get eir pronouns in 😂
Also also, @a_chengyeets has rightfully pointed out that Jingyi is 100% a "calls everyone 'babe'" person, so I would like to add that tidbit to this universe.
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"Zichen, I saw this in the market and thought of you!"
Xiao Xingchen brings him things sometimes, things that Song Lan wouldn't buy for himself. Usually a sweet of some kind or a piece of fruit, always with that bright smile. Song Lan holds out his hands to receive today's find.
It's a comb. Dark wood, polished to a smooth finish, carved and painted with decorations of snowy mountains under a crescent moon. It is beautifully crafted, finer than any Song Lan has ever owned, and utterly inappropriate for him to accept.
Perhaps this is merely one of the customs Xiao Xingchen is unfamiliar with, growing up on Baoshan Sanren’s mountain. It would not be the first. "Xingchen," he says, "this is lovely, and I thank you, but such a gift is not appropriate between us."
Wei Ying likes everything Lan Wangji does. Lan Wangji knows this to be true, because Wei Ying tells him, in exactly those words, every time Lan Wangji draws his husband close and asks what he would like.
But.
Perhaps there should be no "but"—Wei Ying is vocal, even loud, in his
enthusiasm for all the ways Lan Wangji touches him, all the ways he takes him apart and feasts on the sight and sounds and sensation of his body.
But when Lan Wangji asks his fantasies, hoping to fulfill Wei Ying’s desires as fully as Wei Ying has fulfilled his, they are games,
stories, often moments from their own past or clichés from romantic tales or erotic literature, and if playacting is the shape of Wei Ying’s desire, then Lan Wangji will do his best, but.
The jingshi glows warm tonight, and the day has been a good one, and when Lan Wangji