#Shizhui was normal

[sayuisaninjachild345]

My grandparents don’t understand Chinese names, so when I was explaining the plot of MDZS to them, I used old white men names that started with the same letter as their last name.

MXY was Mark, WWX was Will, LWG was Larry etc.

I explained the plot and relationships in around an hour(only present)

they now call the book ‘Josh’s Uncle’. Guess who ‘Josh’ is.

[captain-bumble]

Musey's birthday gift

A Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling pairing fanfic

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Sizhui just wanted a weekend away with his friends. His friends had another idea 👀

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Rated E

TWs: Explicit content

Lan Sizhui looked at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Sighing at the picture of him and his friends dog piled on top of his Baba. The image normally makes him so happy to see, but standing alone in front of the hotel where his friends were supposed to meet him without even a single text or missed call made him feel incredibly alone. 

Sizhui considered going inside to wait, but the overhead heating made it bearable to wait. This was where they said they would meet up. An hour ago.

Planning this trip was so easy. Normally getting The Juniors, nickname courtesy of his Baba, together was impossible on a good day. With looming university and near daily judo practice with his Die, Sizhui didn’t have much time to spare for fun. This time he made sure to clear his schedule and work it out with his Die to make up extra practice later (as if he wasn’t already a tenth dan black belt at age 16). 

Sizhui sighed and checked his phone again before the sound of car tires and the whine of old brakes came from around the corner. Huddling under his blue puffy coat and scarf, Sizhui watched as a taxi came and parked in front of the hotel with a clearly pissed off Jin Ling inside.

Jin Ling throws money at the driver before getting out and tossing his well abused but very expensive duffle bag down by Sizhui’s. The taxi driver shoots him a look before shaking his head and driving off.

Jin Ling ignores him and comes to stand beside Sizhui, “Hey. Sorry I’m late, the driver wanted to charge me up the ass for him deciding to go the wrong way. Is everyone else here already?”

Sizhui smiles and shakes his head, “Ah, no. You’re the only other one.”

Jin Ling blinks at him. “What?! They were supposed to come with you by train! I was only able to go by taxi cause my uncle is a weirdo and doesn’t trust trains for some stupid reason.”

Sizhui shakes his head, “No? They said they would come with you, and all spring for one big taxi.”

They stared at each other before going to their phones. One by one the messages came in:

Uh Guys? Where are you, it's been an hour. :LS

JL ❤️‍: YEA?! Where the fuck are you?

OZ: Oh, sorry I forgot to tell you, I’m grounded. I can’t go.

What? What happened? :LS

JL ❤️‍: WHAT?! How could you forget to tell us Sizhui’s been here in the cold forever!

OZ: Oh no I’m so sorry Sizhui. I’ll make it up to you I promise! 

LJY: Hey sorry I can’t make it either. My old man started busting my balls and I couldn’t get away. He’s really getting on my last nerve, I swear.

That’s not nice to say about your dad, he cares about you. :LS

JL ❤️‍: What the fuck?! We’ve been planning this for months!

OZ: Sorry :(

LJY: Well enjoy the free room then. Eat some good room service for me!

Ok guys, take care. :LS

When Sizhui looked up, Jin Ling’s cheeks were pink from the cold and a cute pout graced his proud mouth. Lan Sizhui blinked and looked away. He really needed to get a hold on this infatuation. He had thought that he had a firm grasp of this silly infatuation and by the time they all left for college, his studies would take center stage. 

They all applied for different universities after all. Sizhui mourned the fact that he was likely not going to see his friends again after this summer and classes began. This trip was their last hurrah to meet up and make one last memory before the end of an era.

Or at least that’s how Sishui saw it.

JL pocketed his phone and after a slightly cagey look to Shzhui, marched inside mumbling something about checking in.

The lobby was lovely.

The room was lovely.

The staff were lovely.

There was a problem, however. A single problem.

When the rooms were booked, OZ was supposed to double check everything.

They were supposed to have a double queen bed room, and instead had a Queen bed suite.

Shizhui dropped his bags onto the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting on it gracefully.

JL looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. 

Sizhui was about to speak before Jin Ling cut in, “I’m going to talk to the front desk, there has to be some mistake. Our reservations were fine. I checked the booking!”

Sizhui looked up to him before nodding.

It took approximately ten minutes for Jin Ling to come back, red faced and clearly furious. 

He didn’t explain before he whipped out his phone and dialed the group chat line.

Ouyang Zizhen answered first, “Hello?”

Jin Ling seethed over the line of speaker phone, “Would you like to explain to me why the receptionist just told me that you called this morning and changed the reservation??”

Ouyang Zizhen had the audacity to giggle, “Oh I don’t know, I think it’s sweet. Maybe if you guys share the bed you can stay warm! It’s supposed to snow tonight~”

“You-!”

Lan Jingyi answered finally. “Have you spilled the beans yet or what?”

“What? No, of course not! Not yet anyway…”

Lan Sizhui cut in, “What do you mean?”

Lan Jingyi snickered, “Listen cousin, I’m tired of listening to you two pine after each other and not doing anything about it. So, I’m going to shut off my phone and you two are going to talk and work it out!”

The sound of the disconnect tone was alarming in the silence left in the wake of that statement.

Sizhui didn’t dare even look at Jin Ling, but Ouyang Zizhen’s voice rang over the line, “I think it’s so romantic. All alone in a snowy hotel room far away from family and responsibilities with only one bed. Hehehe. I’m sure you two will work it out. Good night!”

He too hung up the line.

Sizhui remained where he was on the bed, staring at the silent phone in Jin Ling’s hand.

Jin Ling spoke first, “If this is a trick to tease me-”

Lan Sizhui looked up at him surprised. “What? No!”

Sizhui finally got up from the bed and walked up to Jin Ling, seeing the tremble in the younger man’s hands. They weren't that far apart in age, but Sizhui was constantly reminded how overbearing his family was and how little ‘real world’ experience he actually got.

Jin Ling sighed and looked up, meeting Sizhui’s eyes, mouth in a firm line and eyes pricked with tears.

Sizhui gently grasped his wrist and tugged him to sit on the bed next to him. He was so unsure what to say, but after idly picking at the hem on his jacket, Sizhui spoke.”Is what they said true?”

Jin Ling made that adorable pout again, “You first.”

Sizhui’s eyes crinkled and he smiled softly, “Yeah.”

Jin Ling looked shocked before quickly looking away at the abstract painting on the wall opposite. “Since when?”

Sizhui sighed and also turned to look at the painting. Was it a horse? A dancer? A desert? 

Not answering would be the coward's way out. “Couple years.”

Jin Ling looked back, clearly confused. “Why?!”

Sizhui caught his eye again and laughed at the awkward situation. “BEcause you’re you.”

Jin Ling began to roll his eyes before Aizhui laughed again and continued, “And you’re so unafraid to show it. It’s cute.”

Jin Ling scuffed a shoe on the floor, mumbling quietly, “...’m not a princess?”

Sizhiu shook his head a ‘no’ with a gentle smile. “No. You are impatient, courageous, outspoken, kind and ….h-handsome… But not a princess.”

Jin Ling went from pink to red in a heartbeat and continued scuffing his foot.

“ ‘M not as brave as you though…”

Sizhui looked over at Jin Ling’s hunched form, hands resting to either side of his torso to support the hunch, while his feet gently scuffed on the carpet. 

“What do you mean?” Sizhui asked.

Jin Ling rolled his eyes and spoke louder, “You’re much braver than I am. You’re smart, and cute, and excel in everything you try. You are so polite even when they don’t deserve it, and I can’t help shake the fact that no matter what I do you’re too good for me.”

Sizhui was stunned by this announcement.

“I’ve been worried that after this vacation I’ll never see you again and you’ll find someone perfect for you… worthy of you…”

Shizui smiled gently and placed a hand on Jin Ling’s. “No one else would be as worthy as you are.”

Jin Ling spun around, eyes wide with shock, “What?”

Sizhui smiled and playfully remarked. “You heard me.”

Jin Ling blushed and looked away, but his thumb squeezed the hand on top of his, refusing to let it go. 

Sizhui’s heart felt so light. He couldn’t contain his smile before he leaned in slightly, “So you think I’m cute huh?”

Jin Ling put his free hand over his eyes, “oh my god, shut up.”

“Mmm, that’s not a no~”

Jin Ling turned around and saw Sizhui sitting there, a wide happy grin on his face, so carefree and bright. A blush graced his cheeks and in this moment with soft snow falling just beyond the window pain, he looked ethereal. Like a snow dragon gracing this lowly hotel.

After a moment of staring at each other, like magnets pulled to the center, their lips met in soft sweet kisses.

Sizhui’s gentle movements, only slightly clumsy due to inexperience, met Jin Ling’s uncoordinated head movement, but soon they found an equilibrium, and soon they found center.

The snow continued to fall until they finally succumbed to sleep, cradled in each other's arms. They were practically fully clothed, but didn’t want to separate for long enough to take them off. Quiet agreements of relationship titles and happy murmurs sent them to sleep with a happy lullaby.

—--

In the morning, Sizhui woke to find Jin Ling’s face buried in his hair and legs tangled with his. HE also awoke to the fact that they were both hard. This was not a new sensation, for goodness sake, they were in their twenties, however, waking with another person to intimately wrapped up with him, was a new sensation. 

Jin Ling woke not long after and blinked blearily awake before seeing Sizhui and smiling, “Good morning, boyfriend.”

Sizhui smiled and in lue of responding, kissed him. Jing Ling eagerly accepted his kisses, and slowly they both began to roll their hips together, seeking friction. 

As Jin Ling was nibbling on Sizhui’s ear he whispered hotly into the shell, “Is this something you want? Here? With me?”

Sizhui chuckled breathlessly, “Yes.” And got back to work licking and sucking at Jin Ling’s mouth wetly, working his tongue in to taste behind his front teeth and swirl around Jin Ling’s tongue. 

Jin Ling moaned lowly in his chest before returning the favor and pulling at Sixhui’s shirt gently. “Let me see you?”

Sizhui blushed and nodded. Sitting up he slowly started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing last night before tossing it on the floor, a move that would make his grand uncle qi devastated on the spot. Both of them were in good shape and had seen each other mostly nude before, but the tent in Sizhui’s trousers reminded him of the intimacy of the situation. 

He took his time removing his boxer briefs and socks before he was fully nude before Jin Ling, who was staring on, glassy eyed, and in awe. Shizui smiled and prompted, “Your turn.”

Jin Ling didn’t waste any time throwing off his clothing and record speed, almost making him fall off the bed at one point before Sizhui caught him by the arm and helped him back, laughing.

Jin Ling was almost embarrassed enough to want to stop, but seeing Sizhui’s joyful and happy expression released a knot of anxiety and he laughed gently too.

There in the early morning light, snow glinting like stardust and diamonds from the window, Sizhui was beautiful. Snow white skin with a little scattering of freckles and dark inky hair. Picturesque.

Jin Ling found himself reaching forward to cup Sizhui by the cheek to draw him forward into another searing kiss. All soft lips and gentle nips of teeth and swipes of tongue.

Sizhui smiled into the kiss and slowly fell backwards, letting Jin Ling crowd into him on the bed, firm thigh pressed between his. Sizhui’s sweet face in the crisp white sheets where they slept together, haloed by light and pillows in the slightly chilly room was such a vision, Jin Ling couldn’t help to push his hips forward to meet the firmness before him. 

Jin Ling gasped at the pressure, “Fuck you are so beautiful.”

Sizhui blushed and smiled, “Jin Ling is also very handsome.” 

Jin Ling went back to kissing him and rocked his hips forward in a stuttering thrust. Sizhui whimpered and thrust back, feeling the soft slide of flesh against him. 

Jin Ling reached down and palmed his length while he licked a stripe across Sizhui’s adam’s apple. Jin Ling pumped his fist and groaned, “How is it fair that you’re this perfect /and/ have an enormous dick? Not fair.”

Sizhui tried to laugh through his hiss of pleasure, and looked down to watch Jin Ling stroke him. It was true his length was above average in length, but Sizhui tried to not treat it as anything more than the genetic lottery that it was. 

Jin Ling scowled down as he pumped his fist slowly, “So fucking lovely. Not fair.”

Sizhui kissed him again to shut him up. Jin Ling got three strokes in before Sizhui flipped them to hover over him with a grin, “You too.”

Sizhui wished he had lotion or lube or something but licked his palm before reaching for Jin Ling’s cock. It was average in length and heavy with girth, by all means a nice member. Jin Ling’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned low in his throat. 

Sizhui, feeling bold, smiled and crept forward until he was straddling Jin Ling’s hips and clutched their cocks together in his hand, “Like this.”

Jin Ling, acting much like a pillow princess, appeared fucked out already and nodded quickly before adding his hand to cover them.

The strokes together, friction adding a rough edge before Jin Ling’s cock leaked enough precum to ease the slide. Jin Ling cried out, gasping little cries, pumping their cocks with desperation. Sizhi shivered watching him clearly enjoying himself, watching the slide of the cock heads through their combined fists. 

Sizhui stuttered, watching the open mouth gasps Jin Ling was making. The same face that grinned up at him in practice, despite nearly losing every sparring match. The same face that pouted when he didn’t get his way or was teased, no matter how good natured. The same face that had filled Sizhui’s dreams for nearly four years. He never thought he would get here, but he was so blessed and happy and thankful that they were here.

With a gasp, he added a twisting motion, nearing the end for him.

Jin Ling jerked his hips, watching his face, “Oh fuck, are you about to cum? Oh please cum for me. Please cum against my cock I want to feel you.”

Sizhui gasped and groaned as he came, the sound of his cries were joined with the keening cry of Jin Ling beneath him, also reaching his end. Sizhui came between them in long thick ropes of cum, coating Jin Ling’s belly. Jin Ling quickly followed, painting their hands and his own belly with his own spend, toes curling in pleasure.

Sizhui released them, leaning down to steal breathless kisses before collapsing next to him, hands still clasped together. 

After a moment, Jin Ling put his free hand over his head and loudly said, “Fuck!”

Sizhui looked over blearily, feeling near sleep in his post orgasm state.

“I owe Ouyang Zizhen and Lan Jingyi a gift basket or something.” Jin Ling looked so pissed off.

Sizhui curled in on himself and started to laugh uproariously. Jin Ling joined in after a moment, hands still clenched tight between them.

Sizhui wiped a tear from his eye, “I suppose we do, however for now let’s ignore them and enjoy our vacation.”

Jin Ling smiled and jerked his head to the front, “How about a shower first?”

Sizhui smiled and nodded, preparing himself for another round while pretending to get clean. After all, his boyfriend and he could wait to work out the details after their vacation. They had the rest of their lives. And if Jin Ling let slip that he was attending the same university because he didn’t want to leave Sizhui’s side, well, Sizhui couldn’t be blamed for the few tears and enthusiastic kisses that followed.

-THE END-

[huanguang-jun]

Lan Wangji had never particularly wanted kids. In fact, he didn't really like kids anyways. They were loud, messy, and didn't follow directions (much like another that Lan Zhan knew) but....something drew him to this tiny child that he'd been left with. Wei Ying was gone, and it hurt, but this kid? This little Wen that the Yiling Patriarch had been raising? He reminded Lan Wangji so much of Wei Ying that he couldn't bear the thought of leaving him to fend for himself. So he had taken the kid in, given him a name, and raised him as his own.

Shizhui. That was the name Lan Wangji had given him, and even though he never wanted kids, he loved this one like he'd been the one to father him in the first place. But sometimes Shizhui scared him, running off to chase butterflies or ghosts, just like Wei Ying did when they were younger. This was one of those times, Lan Zhan flitting through the forest, normally expresionless eyes wide with panic as he searched for his son. Why did he have to run off like this? What if the ghost was much more powerful than anticipated?

"Shizhui?!" he called, voice tight with worry.

@battleguqin