#wenyao

[jeka-s-mile]

[mostlikelytofangirl]

For MDZS Rarepair Week 2022 on twitter, I decided I was gonna take canonverse wartime Qishan time and make it a Hallmark Movie.

Day 5: Wen, “Eyes on me”.

[wwjgyd]

[commanderzoer]

Hello. Here is my RuoYao agenda (just for fun), ‘cuz, you know, Meng Yao deserves to seduce every hot sect leader he was working with.

[vegastalker]

I made this for a tiktok trend 🤠 but i thought of sharing it here too!!

This almost summarizes the Wen Furen AU hahaha

[angell-studio]

so many mermaid gonna be finished~n__n~

[annulareye]

scale versus stain

dearest @shoujosparklingwater, annulareye has finally begun their descent into nieyao hell... Here! He brings him close enough to read eyes as Mingjue lets his own go middle distance. Just out of reach. See, not to touch, not to smell. Look! Displays his face, turns it to one side then the other, he’s still pretty, seems fed, unpunished. Just one bruise, the kind he might have even (he had, many times, Mingjue wouldn’t) asked for.  Baby. Wen Ruohan strokes Meng Yao’s neck, massages all the places that might be sore under the hanging hair, sore neck, knotted jaw, all those little inevitables; squeezes and shakes his shoulders out while his arms dangle and swing, manipulates the work out of him, chews him soft with his claws.  Brings him back down on his knees facing Mingjue and the room, where everyone can see better, the good cushions having magically reappeared for them both. Sinks down behind Meng Yao like he’s the whole entire throne himself and pushes the little body down. Adjusts the elbows and angles into place, still talking at Nie Mingjue bound and kneeling before them.  Even he, the prisoner, is on a very nice cushion (but not as nice as Meng Yao’s). His knees hurt differently on it. Wen Ruohan keeps talking.  There’s a light coming into his face that reminds Mingjue of court ladies, the kind he wouldn’t stand to have at Bujingshi. He’s wearing lip paint, but it’s more the way the mouth twists. His voice is still gentle but his hands are not. He pauses for a moment; regards the body before him; makes Meng Yao look up again and face Mingjue, asking if the face he’s making looks familiar; puts his knobbled fingers in Meng Yao’s mouth; sneers; makes a small motion at his belt, flips Meng Yao’s robe and commands him, all intimacy gone, to back up and move. Slowly. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28954848

[vanitylang]

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Belated posting for the #WRHspring2021 Event hosted by @wen-ruohan-events! Hope you all enjoy this alternate ending follow-up to my previous RuoYao fic, "Consort of Embers." It's a short read, but it packs a steamy punch. 😜🔥