aroceu's ficIt’s not that endearing that Pran likes exactly three wontons with his noodles, but Pat finds a lot of random things about Pran endearing anyway.
Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.
what if when they’re in high school pran gets the idea to send pat little anonymous notes, hidden in delicately folded pieces of origami
Pat’s still wondering if he likes Pran. So he watches some gay porn.
Let me ask you again: there is a cultivator raised in a renowned sect, first of all the disciples and with a golden core stronger than nearly any other, but before he disappeared, he started practicing demonic cultivation. He was suddenly discovered by his sect and, to punish him for his deeds, was disowned with shame and as quietly as possible. Without a golden core or a sect to return to, he continued his crooked way of cultivating. What should be done? [Modern Cultivation AU]
Pran rolls his eyes again. “Are we doing this or not? My parents are only going to be gone for so long.”
“We are,” Pat says, and begins taking his shirt off. “You know, I didn’t really think about it before, but fucking you in your childhood bedroom… I should’ve had this fantasy a long time ago.”
Lan Zhan picks up the joint from the ashtray at his bedside and lights it in his mouth. Wei Ying turns at the sound of the click of the lighter and brightens. “Gimme,” he says, as Lan Zhan takes his pull.
Lan Zhan hands it over, mesmerized as Wei Ying drags through the cherry, eyes heavy and hazing over as he exhales. “There,” he says, and then sticks the joint back into Lan Zhan’s mouth. “All yours.”