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Kiss Meme
Ugh in need of some writing motivation and fluff, help me out? Send me a ship + a number for one of these kisses (feel free to send me multiple requests).
Edit: Added a few more I thought of!
Nuzzle Kiss
Crying Kiss
War’s End Kiss
Regretted Kiss
Hug and Kiss Combo
Drunk Kiss
Goodbye Kiss
Goofy/Playful Kiss
Sad Kiss
Wake Up Kiss
Thank You Kiss
Violent/Angry Kiss
Spin the Bottle Kiss
Multiple/Trail of Kisses
Good Morning/Night Kiss
Nonchalant/Uninterested Kiss
Playful Turned Possessive Kiss
Blown Kiss
Against A Wall Kiss
Wrong Person Kiss
Distraction Kiss
Happy Kiss
Doing the ‘Do’ Kiss
Confession Kiss
Almost Kiss
Make Up Kiss
Supernatural Kiss
Romantic/Tender Kiss
Last Kiss
Platonic Kiss
Secret/Forbidden Kiss
Dying Kiss
Break Up A Wedding Kiss
Passionate/Steamy Kiss
Dare Kiss
Bleeding/Bloody Kiss
Assertive Kiss
Missed Them Kiss
First Kiss
Shut-Up Kiss
Underwater Kiss
Surprised/Confused Kiss
New House Kiss
French Kiss
Comfort Kiss
Shy Kiss
Body Part Kiss (Examples: nose, back, neck, hips, chest and so on. YOU choose!)
In The Rain Kiss
Teary Kiss
Sensual/Handsy Kiss
Gentle Kiss
Falling Asleep Kiss
Quick Kiss
Wet/Sloppy Kiss
Morning After Kiss
Getting Back Together Kiss
Accidental Kiss
Random (Generator Chooses)
“I Almost Lost You” Kiss
New Years Kiss
“I Do” Kiss
Hide From Someone Kiss
Exhausted Parents Kiss
In A Dream Kiss
Height Difference Kiss
If There Is One You Can Think Of Not On This List Send It To Me!
[ lianfangzvn. ]
Again, watching the artist work was like watching the restoration of an ancient painting. No, the creation of that painting. The level of concentration in the placement of each ingredient akin to the pre-planning of the canvas layout, the subject matter and the emotions conveyed. The ingredients themselves his paint, not slathered, not splashed, but carefully laid out in fine brush strokes by delicately nimble fingers his gaze could not break from. Every slice of his blade severing one piece from the whole made him shudder.
Meng Yao’s bottom lip drawn between his teeth, bitten gently as his gaze swivels back up the length of those arms to the furrow of brow steeped in concentration and his heart hammers well into the drum of his ears, the tips of which grow red in quiet self deprecation at how lascivious his thoughts have become. Plenty of customers have come into this establishment, those same lips pursed as they explore the taste of his concoction by memory alone pairing flavor with flavor.. How many have they smiled at so brilliantly?
But how many has he catered to so flexibly? How many could boast that they had warranted enough favor to have an entire selection of foods crafted specifically for them at the mere suggestion? Lip still bound between his teeth when the sandwich is presented, Meng Yao praises the display heartily.
“It looks wonderful. I’ve always been curious to try vegan foods, perhaps this will help me learn how to self regulate. Or perhaps more accurately, self discipline.” The company card he fishes from his wallet, an old crumbling leather thing given to him when first employed by Nie Mingjue and something he treasured as greatly as he treasured the man himself despite his…temperament.
“If its you who makes the food, I would love to come back every day for lunch. How much do I owe you?” Cloud Recesses. No more apt a name for an establishment like this, the man inside was divine. Divinity itself in the curl of dark locks around an angular face bearing a gentility of royalty. He was…breathless. Hopeless. Staring into the delight of that visage.
“On the house,” he insists blithely, waving away the impossibility of his question, and crossing his arms casually over his stomach. “I don’t think it’s fair to charge you, when I have no idea if it’s good or not. That just wouldn’t be right.”
He sees the business card, and pushes off from the counter, coming closer as though he were invited. “Wangji’s the baker. Crafts all the breads everyone loves. I’m just the guy they let make the weird sandwiches.”
Xichen reaches for his own pocket, to produce his own offering of a business card: a thick-weighted card with a pale blue suede finish, embossed with cloud relief patterns of varying depths, and his name in velvet.
蓝 曦 臣
Owner of Cloud Recesses
His hands slip into his pockets demurely after he hands the card off. “We do specialize in breakfast items,” Xichen informs him with a modicum of pride, and then laughs at the implication. “That’s not a line, I promise!” Unless you want it to be. “I just find there’s so much wiggle room with breakfast. Plus it was always my brother’s favorite meal of the day. So I had to get creative. Now it’s my favorite, too.”
His smile is soft and unassuming. Charmed, utterly. “Do you work near here or live near here? Sorry—Um. I’m Xichen. I should probably tell you my name before I start asking questions like that, yeah?”
@mdzsnet ➝ One Year with The Untamed Event ⤷ June 21st: Favourite Character ⋆ Lan Xichen
Fated Meeting my fanart of The Untamed
~*~*~*~very close relations~*~*~*~
being on the run from the Wens is pretty exhausting… and, well, they can’t light a fire in case the light and smoke give them away, so obviously they’re gonna cuddle - purely to share body heat, of course… and if Xichen presses his nose into Meng Yao’s hair, and if Meng Yao inches his fingers into Xichen’s grip, and if they both hold on a little tighter, a little longer than they need to… well, that’s between them.
I’m so gutted there aren’t more fics about these two around this time, because uhhh it’s just ripe for all them good tropes??? Meng Yao nursing Xichen back to health - both physical health and mental! hiding him in a brothel and all the hijinks that ensure there (there’s a JADE OF LAN loose in the BROTHEL! nobody know what’s gonna happen, least of all the jade of lan)! them on the run, trying to disguise Xichen’s inherent Lan-ness, dodging soldiers and sleeping rough and fighting together! them trauma bonding and trying to negotiate how to interact in such a familiar way as people from the opposite ends of the social ladder, and also how to deal with not only unresolved sexual tension but worse, unresolved emotional tension! the anguish of saying goodbye when Xichen is heading to the front lines to fight and Meng Yao is walking into the lion’s den to spy on the Wens and there’s a pretty good chance one or both of them might die!!!!
[ lianfangzvn. ]
The wordless shift in tone piques curiosity, wide eyes shifting from proffered treats to the skill of hands well versed in the working world. A swiftness he has only ever seen in indulgent videos on social media praising the work ethic of some distant eatery he would never have the pleasure of visiting in person. Its like watching a live show himself, all for his own benefit. A secret shared between them which he coveted with the fierceness of a lion with his kill.
Yet for the delicate agility in slender digits and the cleverness of that careful touch, Meng Yao’s gaze is called to the intensity of that brow, the delight behind dark eyes as creativity ignites in their depths and he can tell that there is love here. Passion. Romance for an art form so rarely put on display. Oh how his little heart leaps with a joy he imagines beats in the waiter’s chest. Waiter? No, chef. It suited him properly to have the title and the longer he observed the more it became clear. He did indeed love a challenge.
It’s shame he feels rather than guilt at having been called out. Despite the tone behind it light and airy, breathless, Meng yao seems to shrink behind the truth of it and his gaze dips apologetically.
“Not- well, yes. But that isn’t to say that I regret it. Coming in, I mean.” If it means that I would meet you, I would do it again. “The establishment is beautiful considering its location. A shame that your doors aren’t as packed as the rest of them.” But I’m glad they aren’t.
The dish is presented and his brows lift, the scent of sweet and tangy barbeque sauce is pungent (he is not a fan) but the meal itself looks passable as actual pulled pork. The flavors drifting from the plate set his mouth to watering despite his own preference and he is amazed. His gaze flickers to the menu, searching for it out of the corner of his eye but there is nothing on the board which relays the existence of anything remotely barbeque. His smile widens and he lifts his gaze once more to those soulful orbs staring expectantly at him. Oh. Oh!
The smile falters in surprise, lips parting as if he’s thinking on the balls of his feet for something to say before he settles on the truth.
“Oh, I don’t have time to enjoy lunch today. I’m running late as it is..” A heartbeat of a pause before he reconsiders. “But I would like to take something to go. Something you like. I’m open to trying new things.” A flash of dimples, eyes alight with ravenous curiosity. A small piece of information to divulge but it is a feeble string he clings to. Even if it takes weeks to learn more about this man, he was determined.
Xichen’s smile spreads slow and wide, as if he’s just discovered a great secret. A moment ago, this handsome stranger couldn’t dream of imposing. And now he’s encouraged and comfortable enough to ask more of him. He can’t help but feel he’s impressed him a little, and the thought inspires him further.
He cuts two thick, perfect slices from the center of one of Wanji’s famous boules de campagne, and lays down a heaping portion of long, ribboned carrots softened with vinegar, paper-thin rounds of bright white radishes, chunks of red and yellow cherry tomatoes, medallions of zucchini and jewel-toned beets, topped generously with micro greens and a sauce of avocado and lemon, enhanced with dill and basil and tarragon. “Looks like a rainbow, doesn’t it?” Xichen asks proudly, showing the man his creation before he bundles it up in butcher paper and boxes it up with a bag of barbecue kale chips. “Bright and punchy and flavorful.”
“Tell me what you think, yeah?” Xichen grins, crossing his arms as he leans back against the far counter in satisfaction of his efforts. “I might put it on the menu. If it’s a hit, I’ll give you credit: free Rainbow Sandwich with every visit.” He shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe you’ll find a reason to visit every once in a while.”
[ lianfangzvn. ]
Among the myriad of other things Nie Mingjue had given him to do, lunch was the most last minute request he had ever received in his short career and given such little time to fulfill the order without specifics was tantamount to absolute suicide. No diner would circumvent their long line no matter his pleading, scalding looks cast at his back, quiet cursing uttered beneath curled lip. Nothing and no one would suffice to aid him.
Time ticks down and he wanders past the vendors peddling their cooked meats and each line getting longer and longer as he passes every shop, stark browns and violently vivid reds, interiors dingy and unassuming and not the least bit appealing to consider eating at let alone stopping inside for an exorbitant amount of time and his patience was not only thin, it was practically non existent. Which for him, was a considerable feat in and of itself.
Only when his options seemed exhausted and half the eateries cursed his entitlement either to his face or behind his back did he turn his gaze skyward and exhale sharply. He had followed his nose searching for the scents that filled Nie Mingjue’s office, according to taste, scent, and irregularity he could precisely pinpoint an exact favorite to assuage his boss’s temperament and yet… Today the man himself with his sour expression and commanding presence had not made the trip with him and it only ever proved the theory that fear made the earth move beneath his feet.
Turning defeated gaze to the signs hanging above nestled businesses crowding a footway of traffic into their hovels, a peculiar shape which could only be defined as a gilded cloud drew his curiosity. So out of place with the steam of grills and sweaty faces pouring their hours into briskets and steak and chicken, this particular cafe (as it was indeed a cafe) was his last hope.
Something within had to be edible enough to satisfy the raging hunger of his tyrannical boss at least until the rush hour passed and a proper course could be obtained. Shoulders sag in Armani suit, alabaster hand brushing off remnants of something unseen (his skin crawls at the association of unwashed bodies brushing his own) and he steps through the threshold to the peaceful hum of gentle conversation. No loud voices shouting orders, frustrated grunts of the working class trudging to find their next meal before the grindstone calls them away again.
Wide eyes doe-like take in the crisp cleanliness of a well organized cafe, chic modernism with a warmth inexplicable in comparison to their neighbors. The smell of fresh baked bread and sweet silk of icing underlying but not cloying. Balance.
Attention drawn to the menu to familiarize himself with the offerings, the joy seeps from his face and his pale complexion nearly whitens. Vegetarian! Of course! Nothing, not a single thing on the menu so much as hints at anything substantial enough to curb a dragon’s temper and he can feel the perspiration below his collar begin anew.
Looking for something in particular?
Slender shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and apprehension melts away to smooth into a brilliant smile. Though the moment his eyes land upon his garcon, that smile falters at the corners of his mouth, dimples fading at the radiant smile behind the counter. Relaxed and inviting, teasing him for his indecision in the most sincerely innocent way possible. Not a hint of malice or irritation in the curve of those lips, the glimmer of those eyes. And oh how his heart leaps at the unexpected! A wink cast in his direction stalls his breathing for a long and quiet moment, fighting the desire to turn and satisfy his curiosity if there is anyone behind him, but there had been no sound to indicate the door had opened since he entered. It was just him, standing pitifully in front of a man teasing him mercilessly with only the purest of intentions. Color finally returns to his cheeks then, a coral tinge to the highs of his cheekbones.
Meng yao draws in a deep breath, pristine suit puffing pitifully around him and though he seems an inch taller it is nothing compared to the waiter addressing him when he stands proper and as the man gazes at him, so too does he take that very same breath that filled his lungs. Stolen. A down payment for the fluttering in his stomach as he casts a fleeting glance at the menu. The cheer cracks and through its surface a grimace of apology as Meng Yao turns back to the staff.
“Oh, it isn’t for me. I’m running an errand for my boss. He prefers…well…meat and all of the venders are at full capacity.” Though the clever design on the cover of the menu continues to pull his gaze towards it, curious if there might be something. A thread of hope in a lightless world. He’ll be fumbling around in the dark forever.
“I couldn’t possibly impose. Asking you to change your menu for one customer is like asking one to lift a mountain to let a sheep pass.” But oh the thought of the gesture is sweet. A kindness as refreshing as a drink from a mountain spring after the long climb and his smile echoes back the sentiment in his heart, abashedly turning his scrutiny upon the delicate pastries on display. A few of these? He’d be laughed out of the office for sure, but it was better than suffering the wrath of coming back empty handed.
“What would you recommend? Anything similar to the taste would do fine.”
Xichen looks thoughtful, pushes out his bottom lip in concentration as he peers at the ingredients. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to create something to appeal to the more rustic tastes of customers looking for heartier fare. The vast majority of the customers of Cloud Recesses had preferred their unique vegetarian sandwiches for their lightness and whimsy, so it had been a while since they’d featured anything suited to that particular palette.
But he hadn’t lied, when he said he loved challenges.
Xichen hums, turning around to pull a fat little batard loaf from a nearby basket, slicing the top open lengthwise. Another thoughtful pause before he starts grabbing condiments from the little display pantry, and reaching for a forgotten can of chipotle chiles in a vinegary adobo to promptly open. He smells each before he arranges them in a line, then begins to haphazardly toss diced chiles into a mixing bowl with ketchup, worcestershire sauce, apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, honey and garlic.
“So we’re your last choice?” Xichen jokes, over the sound of his energetic whisking. “Hopefully, we’ll end up being your best choice.”
He snatches a little spoon to taste the sauce, his eyes lighting up in pleasure as he tosses the spoon away and immediately reaches for the bread, stuffing lightly pickled shredded cabbage into it, before slices of sauteed portobellos are laid atop it. The sauce he’s just thrown together is spooned atop the whole thing, and he tosses a garnish of roughly-chopped cilantro and crumbled feta atop it with a satisfaction that draws a pleased smile from his lips. Which he’s still wearing as he presents the whole thing in a brown paper box.
“A chipotle barbecue portabello,” he announces proudly. “I thought maybe a riff on a pulled pork sando might appeal to him. I’ve put an extra little container of the sauce, in case he’s the type to ‘slather.’ And an extra pickle.”
He tosses a bag of sweet potato crisps next to the sandwich and grins. “What about you, now?”
@lianfangzvn ——— MODERN VERSE
Wangji emerges from the back with a basket full of sourdough baguettes and a twinge of just the slightest displeasure on his face. His brother has weathered too many storms of Wangji’s gallery of indispositions to know he’s only tired from the massive order of beautifully-scored boules de campagne, elaborate marguerite breads shaped like sunflowers, and stately olive and rosemary fougasses, in addition to his quotidian bread obligations for the store. Xichen greets him with a wide grin, lifting the basket from his hands and mouthing a “thank you!” before restocking the breads on display.
His younger brother leans against the counter, and Xichen watches as he presses his hip into the marble edge like a cat rubbing up against … well, anything. He’s tired, Xichen knows. The demand for his artisanal breads have increased enough that they’ve had to implement waitlists and staggered orders for purchases of more than a few items. Which results in earlier and earlier days, and less and less time for leisure.
“Take the rest of the afternoon off,” Xichen insists gently, giving pointed looks to the occupation of his brother’s hips searching for relief when Zhan shoots him back an irritated look. “You’re exhausted. Go visit Cold Spring Pond. Or go … hang out with someone. Read a book. Enrich your life.”
Wangji’s nose wrinkles. “Hang out with someone?” The thought sounds abhorrent to him.
Xichen laughs. “You could stand to make a friend or two.”
Wangji’s eyes don’t roll, but Xichen gets the sense they did in spirit. He turns away and drifts on back to the kitchen. “Why?” he asks evenly. “You’re the one who’s lonely.”
It’s a curious pot shot, but Xichen hardly has time to think about it, when customers are starting to line up for the lunch rush.
But he does. Thinks about it for far too long as he works the front lines, arranging half sandwiches carefully wrapped in brown butcher paper alongside steaming white porcelain bowls of the soup of the day. He always thinks of Wangji as the solitary one. Which equates to loneliness if he’s not careful in his assumptions. But he’s always been the more social of the two. And the business of making Cloud Recesses a profitable, sustainable adventure has taken its toll on both of them. And in very different ways.
For Xichen it’s always been easier to be social and sociable. But there’s something lacking in the artifice of daily customer service, where communication is requisite and hollow. So in spite of having more people to talk to, he has to admit that he’s found that the quality of his conversations have been lacking. And with less time to spend outside of the cafe, it’s not often he gets to have meaningful enough interactions with anyone besides the often-silent Wangji.
The rush dies down to a steady trickle, then peters out to a few lingerers enjoying their coffees and the music by the window. So when he hears the little bell by the door herald another customer’s arrival, Lan Xichen has the benefit of the full moment required to understand the impact of the sight.
A slender man, of smaller frame and beautiful comportment, bearing a stunning face composed with a placid tranquility and immensely kind eyes. There’s a flicker of nervousness in them, as he looks up to acknowledge Xichen with a little bob of his head, and peruse the menu and the premade sandwiches within the display case with more consternation that ought to be expended for a lunchtime decision.
His apron’s loose, his gloves pulled off and balled up in his hand as he enjoys a well-deserved repose. But he finds himself eager to tie the belt at his waist and reach for a new pair of gloves as he greets his newest customer. “Looking for something in particular?” Xichen asks warmly, leaning against the top of the display casually. “I don’t think anyone’s frowned at my sandwiches before, and I’m already ready to rectify that.”
He winks at him. An involuntary gesture meant to indicate a joke, that suddenly feels predatory and skeevy. But only because he realizes he might actually mean that which he’s afraid for the misconception of. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” he asks, standing up straight and resuming a more professional mien. “Or what sounds good to you? We’re a strictly vegetarian menu, but if there’s something you need, I’m always up for challenges.”
Lan XiChen to Wei Ying: my brother did not blast Inquiry for 13 years and take 33 whips for y’all to be just “friends”. fuck outta here
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Passing through the magical midsummer, the golden autumn. Welcoming the cold winter, but it’s warm with you by my side.
The Untamed | Lan Wangji
xiao xingchen after giving his eyes to song lan
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