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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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im borderline animalistic where the 40s scenes are concerned and i have a lot of feelings about them that deserve a thorough run down now that we've had more delicious🍲 content🍲 and im in full fledged soup mode

ive talked about a lot of these different bits in different posts but i feel it's a good point to pull them altogether and build on them now that we've had more content, so yeah a lot of this will just be me repeating myself

major kudos, thanks, and my eternal soul goes to @theeminentlyimpractical (prev @lalie-go), im convinced someone visited them in the night and bestowed them the true gift of prophecy that in this instance has been the equivalent of pouring kerosene over the dumpster fire that is my brain rn,,,,,, and they're much smarter and more observant than me and that needs celebrating

✨inhale✨

so ive always been intrigued by the juxtaposition of the 1941 church scene and then the 1967 bentley scene from my very first watch of s1 because their tones are so polar opposite to each other.

you have the church scene (specifically the aftermath) which is so tender and revelatory and hesitant, but like in the same way that a baby bird takes flight for the first time. and it's almost voyeuristic in that you literally see the moment where aziraphale realises that he's in love with crowley. that moment is so deeply personal and vulnerable that it's almost painful to watch through the metaphorical keyhole.

it's a huge development moment for many reasons, but for me specifically bc i think aziraphale is somewhat convinced that he's the only one in on this giddy little secret, so he's a bit flirty and heart-eyed at crowley, but whole-pussy convinced that it's just a cutesy lil secret and he's really subtle and crowley won't cotton on.

then we have the bentley scene in '67, and it's so bloody cold, and awkward, and stilted, and almost hurts to watch - it's voyeuristic in a very different, bare way, in that we see aziraphale so closed off from crowley, but unable to help himself in getting involved because if he doesn't, crowley could end up getting seriously hurt, or wind up dead. and that's unthinkable, so aziraphale placates crowley with the holy water (because crowley will just simply get it another way), and controls the situation that way.

in fact, the whole scene is about aziraphale being in control - of the conversation, of the tension, of the entire emotion of the scene - and is in such contrast to the church scene where we see aziraphale as close to out-of-control as we've seen him so far, at least at that point chronologically. crowley attempts to weedle aziraphale into engaging with him, and aziraphale somewhat releases a little, mollifies him with the offer of a picnic or a dinner at the ritz...

and crowley latches onto this, onto this small chance that aziraphale is giving him, almost like he's trying to comfort aziraphale by offering, or trying to make amends for something. but aziraphale is back in control, never having really lost it, and closes off any opportunity of moving forward. he's regretful, we can see that on his face, but he needs to make space for himself, give himself room to breathe - like he's been suffocating.

now we come to what happens between these two points. i thought that something happened during the Dinner of '41, but now im not so sure. this is because it transpires that we have entirely separate scenes in the 40s era apart from the church and the dinner. but starting with the Dinner of '41, we see that aziraphale is coy, and employs his signature look-look-away mannerism which honestly i think is his biggest tell when it comes to crowley.

crowley is so chilled and relaxed in that scene - leaning back at this candlelit dinner, seemingly in his element, as if his inner monologue is just willing him to Be Cool™. im almost wondering if he's observed this candlelit dinner, and how aziraphale's acting, and is interpreting it as aziraphale just being grateful for saving him and his books, and wanting to make up after the holy water argument, no way does it mean anything more than that. but let's face it, crowley has been besotted for literal millennia and will take anything he can get, any scraps aziraphale cares to throw him.

and now that we know there's further 40s content in the form of the windmill theatre, and aziraphale's magic act. there's a few things to remark on that set the scene (once again the vast majority of which stems from lalie so all apollo memes are to be flung their way thanks)

we know that aziraphale performs a magic show at the windmill theatre, and is accompanied backstage by a well dress older woman and vaudeville/burlesque-style dancers

that woman is played by dame siân phillips, and neil alluded that georgia tennant was in discussions for a role which she ultimately turned down as she didn't feel she was the right fit for someone with that amount of historical importance - which points very firmly to this being the same role, and that role being laura henderson (owner of the windmill)

on a similar historical note, the windmill's theatre manager was vivian van damm (advice: read up on him, he was a genius as concerns finding loopholes in indecency laws at the time), who was VP of the London magician's club, and "held charity shows at the Windmill Theatre"

we know that on the set, along with aziraphale being in his magician's outfit and crowley in his 40s outfit, there were extras dressed up in period-appropriate military uniforms

the opening sequenece shows a bus with "Wings for Victory" on the side. WfV Weeks were campaign weeks in the UK during ww2, starting in march 1943, where each county (US translation in case it gets confused: counties in the UK are almost like states in the US) was essentially set with a target to raise money for the war effort (specifically RAF i think?) and would have competitions with each other to raise the most.

so i feel at this point it can be reliably surmised that WfV was running, a couple of years after the Dinner of '41, and aziraphale (probably having fallen in love with magic after coming across this magician's club of van damm's), get roped into doing a WfV performance at the Windmill.

where is crowley in this, you ask? well he could very well have just seen aziraphale advertised as an act, or if they're still on good speaking terms aziraphale may have simply told him. i feel though that is almost an unspoken hobby of aziraphale's, judging by the crowley s1 reaction to aziraphale liking magic, and ordinarily crowley wouldn't be caught dead discorporated going to a magic show.

now a couple of years previous, we hear glozier say to crowley, "anthony j. crowley! your fame precedes you". but why? why is crowley famous? it doesn't strike me as quite right that crowley is a secret agent or anything, however much a bond nerd he is. but it is the kind of area where i could imagine crowley gets caught up in... so what if he has a job in the heart of soho as (and stick with me here)... a bouncer?! think about it - working hands-on in a sordid, seedy theatre (at least that's how he would spin it to hq) but gets to be outright fiendish to any patrons getting a little too frisky? i think it's PERFECT but whatever-

in any case, i feel like this would just be one of those brilliant coincidences where aziraphale and crowley have an it's always sunny moment, a hilarious double take at each other in the theatre, but aziraphale is quickly whisked off to get ready and get on stage, but not a moment before my boy absolutely bricks it as he's about to go on (this screenshot seriously sends me each time it's so funny). i truly believe that a lot of dutch courage was drunk and a lot of miracles were employed that night haha

so fast forward post performance, and we get this utterly adorable shit being cutesy in his dressing room, congratulating himself on a job well done, spinning around in his lil feather boa, adrenaline (or whatever the angelic equivalent is) pumping, heart racing, just being a complete diva. its aziraphale's world and we're just living in it:

and then crowley comes in, still completely bemused as to what he's just witnessed, and maybe not expecting to encounter an incandescent, bubbling, and probably bladdered af angel spinning around in a fluffy feather boa dancing his approximation of the can-can. aziraphale whirls around, "CROWLEY!!! DID YOU SEE ME?! 💃", and starts blathering about how it all went and how it was so nerve wracking but once he got in the swing of it it was perfect and amazing and oh crowley did you see it, did you see me-

all the while getting crowley (who btw feels like he's just stepped into the twilight zone and not quite sure what to do with himself) totally covered in feathers and, and-

now idk if i feel like anything zesty happening between the two of them would be hugely out of character. and it probably is, and ive probably just provided the fodder material for about a thousand fics, but look if im right in this, im never shutting up about it as long as i fucking live-

what if then aziraphale in his alcohol-fuelled joy just leaps at crowley? huge smothering hug, feather boa and all, and is just essentially vibrating with the happiness and pride and whimsy? and he does that coquettish look-look-away thing that he does? and crowley - oh, crowley my baby boy - knows he should probably slam that pause button because this angel is utterly soused and definitely is not thinking straight... but just wants to soak up how happy and flirty aziraphale is right now? yum up another scrap tossed in his direction, but potentially misreads it all a little bit wrong, and try to take the next step? and aziraphale-

aziraphale very quickly sobers up, entirely miracle-less, and just gets the tiniest bit (see: fucking horrendously) spooked? WOAH this is a bit beyond where i wanted to go? no crowley, we can't do this? i can't do this? im still an angel and im not ready for this?

and someone walks in - it's not aziraphale's dressing room after all. we know from the opening sequence that there's a box in the theatre (which i think is just the artistic depiction of the dressing room scene, not an actual box), from which we see a figure lurking behind aziraphale just as they pull away...

im fully aware that this is completely theoretical and equally improbable but huns my purpose on this site is to provide unhinged commentary as content gets released and ill be DAMNED if anyone says I don't deliver ✨

is this what happens? that there's a very hurried, guilty shuffle away from each other, a very deliberate effort on aziraphale's part not to look at crowley, and a hasty and frightened exit from aziraphale just as crowley is about to apologise? he only just got his angel back after the holy water tantrum, and he's already pushed him away again, by going too fast?

(SIGH EDIT: so i guess the above paragraph does happen but it's got me wondering if the people that interrupt them are glozier and harmony fresh off the national express coach from hell? idk it still kinda fits? tentative but plausible (lmao this sums up my approach to gomens speculation, tentative but plausible))

#good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #and yes dinner of 41 is an homage to fnaf bite of 87 #i don't want to talk about how long this took nor the emerging migraine i now have #good omens speculation #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy

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tomatoluvr69 · 2 years

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HEY if anyone and everyone wants to reply to this with your favorite soup and soup adjacent recipes I’m making a soup bucket list to pretend like cold weather doesn’t make me feel like Radiohead’s how to disappear completely and fall into a fugue

🍲🍜❣️🍁🍜🍲🍲🍜🍜🍲🍜🍲🍜🍲🍜🥣🍜🍲🥣🍜🍲🍜🥣🍜🥣🍲🥣🍂🍁🍂🍁🍁🤧❄️😰🌧🧦🥪

#so far: the Reddit tortellini soup #the Mike breakingbad #stuffed pepper #autumn squash #peanut stew #AHHHH just realized this is gonna show up in the tags eek sorry #10 bean

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Barbatos - "In Your Care"

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Short!

So I've been really sick for the past week and I'm feeling like sh¡t. My throat is very swollen and sore so I can only eat things like warm soup, jello and pudding. I've been wanting to write everybody's asks but I have this raging migraine that flares up every time I look at my screen. So here's this little oneshot of you being taken care of by Barbatos that I've steadily written over several days. — A very sick Benny🐰

🧻•♡•💊•♡•🧻•♡•💊•♡•🧻•♡•💊•♡•🧻•♡•💊

You groaned as you buried your face deeper into the pillows that littered your bed; your body curled up into a tight ball. The pounding in your head still hadn't stopped even after taking an asprin; it was like your skull was caving in. Your eyes trail to the door as you shakily sit up; wiping your running nose with a kleenex that was sat on your bedside table.

"Barbatooooosss."

You whine; your scratchy and hoarse voice making you sound akin to the howling of an injured animal; the ache in your muscles forcing you to lower yourself back onto your mattress.

You had been sick with the Devildom variant of a cold for the past few days; leaving you bed practically bedridden. The Devildom was an extreme place for a human to reside, so of course illnesses are just as intense. Luckily for a poor, fragile human like you, you have a wonderful demon lover to take care of you.

The door opens quietly, yet still makes you flinch due to your now heightened sense of pain, and in steps Barbatos carrying a tray of tea and soup. He gives you a sympathetic smile as he approaches your bedside; quickly casting a silencing spell before he moves. Gentle chartreuse eyes watch as you twitch an squirm in pain when he gently sets the trey on the bedside table.

"Oh, My Darling. You poor little thing. Don't worry, I'll bring you back to peak health, My Dear."

Barbatos coos as he gently strokes your damp forehead; leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple soon after.

Turning to the side table; the royal steward picks up the bowl of soup and turns back to you. You get into a sitting position and maneuver the pillows behind you so you can lean back onto them. He gives youa loving smile as he lifts the soup filled spoon to your lips; feeding you carefully. You can't decern what flavor it is due to the loss of you taste and smell, but it's warm and a bit thick.

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a while; as the bowl emptied so too did the time pass. Eventually Barbatos stood and gave you an apologetic smile; giving you another kiss on you forehead.

"I apologize, My Love, I must go and see to his highness. You need only to relax; I will return to you in due time."

The chartreuse eyed man bowed politely before turning and quietly exiting your room.

Even if he was busy watching over the prince of the devildom he still made time to take care of you, and really wasn't much more you could ask for.

☕•♡•🍲•♡•☕•♡•🍲•♡•☕•♡•🍲•♡•☕•♡•🍲

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Wanna see similar content? Check out my Masterlist!

#male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos #obey me x male reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x gn reader #barbatos x reader #barbatos x male reader #barbatos x gn reader #barbatos x gender neutral reader #om! barbatos

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liveyun · 8 months

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working slower than a sloth for my other wip which actually needs to be finished :/ psh

#cold soup 🍲

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crinkly-spinkly · 8 months

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Who is your fav engine and why?

And glad you also think so too, anon 💙 With all the pouring rain here in Jersey, my colds and allergies have been a mess. I tend to project my own conditions onto Henry, only because they feel so equivalent to what Engine!Henry had to go through.

He deserves soup and lovins 🍲

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #spinkly speaks #ttte human au #spinkly sketches #henry ttte #ttte henry #henry the green engine #he and i are both a little under the weather from the storms

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jrooc · 3 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday - The Self Care Edition 🤗

Thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @shippergirl121fic @creepkinginc @energievie

Name: A Tanned Jess

Age: A Nosho and a half

What kind of day is it? A weird one where I'm flying from Mexico to Canada through Dallas. Waving at all my US friends as I fly overhead.

When was the last time you ate? I just had a lovely homemade healthy muffin that my Mom's friend made me (which makes me sound like a little kid 😂)

About how many hours of sleep did you get? About 5 lol, was up in the night but that's okay. No sleep, only fics!

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: Have some vino at the Dallas airport and finished editing my next IMV chapter which is a monster (sorry betas)

Why are you not doing that thing? Because it's very long and I have not yet arrived in Texas (said w a terrible fake Texas accent)

What are you going to do tonight to relax? Same as Kat - read Gallavich fics 📖 (on a plane)

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? Grilled Cheese and tomato soup 🍲🥪 (Stealing Kat's answer cause this shit is my jammmm)

What's stopping you? I insist on using a grilled cheese maker and its annoying to clean.

Have you ever had a professional massage? Oh heck yes. I'm old and sore.

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? I think there were grated carrots in my muffin but otherwise.. unless coffee counts? No.

How much water have you had today? I go from coffee to wine. What is this water you speak of?

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? A weighted blanket.

What is your favourite healthy snack? Cherry tomatoes. Kale chips.

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? Candy. Or beef jerky

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? Go outside even when it's cold out. Even if its just a walk around the block.

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: (Why is this so hard) It's okay that your mental health isn't always strong enough to be there for other people the way you want.

Tagging @bawlbrayker @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @gallavichsuperfan @deathclassic @mickeysgaymom @such-a-barbarian @heymrspatel @heymacy @michellemisfit @redwiccanrobin @crestfallercanyon @guinguin1984 @rayrayor @juliakayyy @stocious @sgtmickeyslaughter @ian-galagher @its-a-queer-thing @solitarycreaturesthey @spacerockwriting @deedala @too-schoolforcool

#weekly tag wednesday #tag you're it #gallavich community

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l3monbunny · 1 year

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dual emoji ask game!!

🎮last video game you played? 💞how often do you crush? 💵are there any billionaires you would spare? 👂how many piercings/tattoos do you have? 🪴do you like cilantro? 👚best texture you know of? 🥛have you ever eaten glue? 🎶favorite song right now? 🎵favorite album right now? 🐈best name for a cat? ☎️how much time do you spend on your phone? 🛌how long do you sleep? 🔪would you kill a man? 2️⃣do people deserve second chances? 🗽favorite art sculpture? 🐝favorite minecraft mob? 🥜opinion on peanuts?

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😺you are the skrunkly skrimble 💙i love you /p ❤️i love you /r 💛i just think ur neat :3 😁your taste is immaculate 😒i dont know why i still follow you 😇i dont know why i followed you but im glad i did 😼you are just a little guy to me 🏹we need to fight to the death. there can be only one 🍲i would make you soup on cold days 🦷biting you biting you biting you biting you biting you biting y

use an emoji from each section :3

#ask game #emoji ask game #ok 2 rb ofc

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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I just tested positive for covid and am feeling ✨not so funky fresh✨ and thinking about Sal and Larry taking care of me is the only thing keeping me going 😭💕

Just imaging them bundling their pathetic sick little s/o (me) up in fluffy blankets, feeding me soup, cuddling me and petting my hair!! They are so sweet and they (Sal in particular) would be SO good at taking care of their sick s/o 🥺😷💕

“baby, what’re you doing up? Don’t worry I’ll get you whatever you need just rest”

“No you’ll get sick too 🥺” “And leave my baby here alone? Fat chance 😤”

“Open wide baby you gotta eat at least a few bites~” “such a good baby for me”

“I know the medicine is gross sweetheart but it’s gonna make you feel better!”

They would totally spoil their pathetic sick little s/o and wait on them hand an foot no matter their protest 🥺 just lots of snuggling and hand feeding and petting. Sal softly playing the guitar while Larry’s deep voice rumbles in my ear and lulls me to sleep 😩💕

- 🥚

>SO SWEET!! I especially love the part with them petting you and lulling you to sleep together... 🥺👉👈💖

>I feel like Larry knows what he's doing, having taken care of his mom whenever she'd get her yearly colds, and would make sure you had what you needed within reach, comfort you when it's needed, and otherwise give you space to rest, while Sal would be such a mother hen and would compulsively check on you any time he hears a sniffle or thinks of something you might need.... Between the two of them, they definitely have you covered 👍🍲🌡💊💕

>I really hope that with a combination of R&R and heaps of f/o love, you've made a swift recovery and you're feeling better now, 🥚 anon! 🤗💖

>In case you're not, here's a comic of Sal and I that I drew when I had covid last year (I know it's no fun at all, but a kith from those cold prosthetic lips sure does help! 🤒💖)

#k.e.w.k. answers #🥚 anon #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x y/n #sallarry #(kinda not really but just in case you need to filter)#tw unsanitary #tw infantilization

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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@rosethornewrites

❄️🌡️🍲

Wei Wuxian stirred a few times into the large pot, testing whether the vegetables had finished boiling before adding the tiniest bit of salt to the broth. He did not taste it, because he would have been inclined to add some more spices to it if he had - but the food was not for him and no matter what Lan Zhan said, he could not stomach it properly.

A few moments later, he put the fire out and dipped the ladle into the pot two times, pouring the steaming contents into a small porcelain bowl. Lan Zhan's appetite had diminished so much, it would have been a wonder if he managed to eat at all - but he needed sustenance, and if Wei Ying managed to coax him to finish even half of the food, he would be more than happy.

Lan Zhan didn't get sick often - but even with his strong immune system and high cultivation, he was still human, and thus still prone to disease. And the fact that the weather switched so quickly from warm to freezing that year could easily explain the upsurge in flu and cold cases in the Cloud Recesses - which even the mighty Hanguang-Jun himself fell victim to.

So, as a dutiful and caring husband, Wei Ying took it upon himself to nurse his beloved back to health, the same Lan Zhan would do for him whenever he became sick himself. So, he made sure Lan Zhan had warm, fresh food to eat, the best medicine available, clean, comfortable bedding and a relaxing atmosphere to rest and recover in.

He felt somewhat emotional upon placing the soup bowl onto a tray, covering it with cloth to maintain its warmth. Jiang Yanli used to do the same for him in the rare few times that he got sick, and she would chide the nurses to be more gentle when administering him treatments. She would sit by his bedside and read to him, always leaving a little kiss on his forehead, no matter how much Wei Ying told her to keep her distance so she wouldn't become ill too.

Wei Ying was used to taking care of people. He knew how to build a small house, how to hunt, how to haggle for prices, how to set up protective arrays. But taking care of Lan Zhan did not require any of those things, yet it somehow felt so much more charged than any and all of those things.

Of course, Wei Ying cared about the Wens, went against the world for them, and they became the family he realized he never had before. He died for them and their cause and never regretted it, sacrificed his reputation and his life out of love and devotion for them.

But, as he took the tray in his hands and walked out of the kitchen, into the light snow outside, towards the jingshi, Wei Ying realized that the love he felt for Lan Zhan was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and the instinct to protect and heal him was unparalleled to any other. Knowing his husband was laying in bed sick made his heart flutter with worry, and his arms itch with the need to hold him through it.

It was just a cold, nothing life-threatening, yet Wei Ying couldn't help fretting over his beloved and the vulnerable state he was in. His fever had gone down considerably and he only had some light sneezes left of the cough that had been shaking him awake for the past two or three nights - yet Wei Ying still barely slept so he'd intervene if things got bad again. Even the lightest symptoms could become dangerous if untreated for long enough - Wen Qing had taught him that.

Wei Ying stepped into the jingshi quietly, shaking snow off himself before walking further inside to place the food tray down and check on the fire, feeding a few more logs to it so the temperature wouldn't go down.

Lan Zhan laid in bed, eyes closed and lips slightly parted so he could breathe. His nose stubbornly refused to unclog, but the doctor had assured him that it would improve in a day or two, after the medicine began taking effect.

Wei Ying walked up to him, feeling both immensely fond and immensely worried at the sight of his rosy cheeks and ajar lips, placing his palm over his forehead to check the temperature. Lan Zhan's eyes fluttered open at that, heavy eyelids rising to reveal red-rimmed eyes.

"Wei Ying..."

The nasal sound of his name had Wei Ying huff a laugh,

"Were you asleep?"

"Mn... Have you brought food?"

"Yes, I made you some chicken and veggie soup. And don't worry, I didn't put any spices or anything in it, it's entirely flavorless, just how you like it!"

Lan Zhan half glared, but he looked so adorable doing it that Wei Ying couldn't help placing a little kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'll feed you, so get comfortable."

"You do not need to, I can do it..." But then he sneezed so hard that the whole bed shook, and Wei Ying rose a challenging, i-told-you-so eyebrow in response. Lan Zhan half glared again.

Wei Ying picked up the food tray and placed it in his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his husband as he dipped the spoon in. "I really hope this is good, I made it the way shijie used to make it for me... well, almost. Open up."

Wei Ying nearly took offense at the fact that Lan Zhan squeezed his eyes shut as if expecting to be in pain - but he was quick to open them back up, surprised.

"As I said, it's entirely flavorless. I only put some salt in it, and, of course, all my love for you."

Lan Zhan flushed red at that, though he could always attribute it to the flu and not the beat his heart skipped. "It is good, I like it."

Wei Ying fed his husband another spoonful. "The doctor said you should be getting your appetite back soon, so I made a whole pot of it."

"You should eat too."

"I will, no worries. But I first have to make sure you have your stomach full before I give you your medicine."

Lan Zhan paled a little at that, and Wei Ying couldn't help a playful look of disapproval. "Hanguang-Jun, don't make that face. You need to take the medicine, even if it tastes terrible. How else will you become healthy again? And don't glare at me again, either, you know I'm right!"

Lan Zhan gave him a dejected look instead. "You should not be so strict with me, I am very ill."

Wei Ying burst into laughter, nearly sending the bowl of soup to the floor. "You have no right to be so funny if you're so ill! I could have ruined these robes!"

Lan Zhan's eyes travelled down Wei Ying's figure, imagining him having to change out of his clothes and-

Wei Ying presented him with another spoonful of food. "Don't give me that look, didn't you just say you're very ill?"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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