Scott breathed deeply of her lightly floral-scented hair and it occurred to him that he had never known how to get along without Maggie, and now he had the awkward problem of not being able to imagine his life without Jim Paxton either, which was really difficult in situations like this.
It was evident in every brush of fingers as Wei Wuxian leaned into Wangji’s space, in every smile that Wangji allowed himself to send to his husband— Lan Xichen ached at the sight of their love, but it was a strangely pleasant ache.
It was an ache that said oh, I’m so glad that they found each other. An ache that whispered, why can’t I have that?
Lan Xichen ignored the whisper, and met grey eyes steadily as Wei Wuxian looked up at him and smiled.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are frequent visitors in Lan Xichen’s seclusion – maybe it’s unavoidable that things change. This has the perfect emotional weight to lead into hot-as-burning threesome loving.
They have been dancing around something for a while, the three of them. Sizhui knows other grown children do not have this kind of closeness with their parents. This kind of heat. Of course Hanguang-jun isn’t his real father, nor is Wei Wuxian. But the two of them are the closest he has, and his love for them is hopelessly twined with whatever this is.
There is never going to be a confession of the secrets Lan Xichen has kept for so long, of things that were never going to be possible. Now, there is Wei Ying, to remind him.
Lan Xichen pushes himself so hard to like Wei Ying, to pour his own wish for his brother’s happiness into the relationship, that it comes as a surprise when he finds that he genuinely does. Wei Ying is enthusiastic about so many things, and is able to tease Lan Wangji. He pouts when Lan Wangji insists on some arbitrary rule. He is warm to Lan Xichen, always inviting him to talk and listening attentively. He’s free with smiles and touches, and he is handsome.
And Lan Xichen can hear it through the walls of their adjoining bedrooms when Lan Wangji and Wei Ying are fucking.
I have a not-so-secret weakness for this particular threesome – rather unusual for my OTP-loving heart, but then, who could begrudge Lan Xichen happiness? This modern AU has the perfect combination of emotion and sizzling hot sex.
It’s William who reminds her of Eric. No – that isn’t true. She never forgets Eric, would never forget Eric, could never forget Eric. No more than she could forget William, ever, and that thought is a deep one, a thought in her bones and marrow: that’s where William’s written, and Eric too now.
„Wo ist der Jäger?“ fragt William. Ich erschrecke ein wenig. Schüttle den Kopf.
William mustert mich eigentümlich. Ich halte seinem Blick stand und versuche, den Jungen von vorher, nein, von früher darin zu erkennen. Wenn wir so ruhig und maßvoll an diesem Tisch sitzen, ist das schwierig; ich erkenne mich ja nicht einmal selber.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian’s voice was hoarse and low, sounding more like a prayer than anything else. As Lan Xichen watched, held motionless by the sight, he leaned forward, over Wangji’s back, his long hair falling over white silk and pink skin, covering Wangji the same way his lips covered Wangji’s scars.
His brother made a sound then, a low, breathy thing that cut through Lan Xichen like a sword.
Carefully, so carefully, he stepped backwards, then made his way blindly to the doors. He stumbled out, chest burning, body hot with the wretched fever, so dizzy he didn’t even know how he made it back to his cabin.
There he fell to his knees, panting like a wounded animal, and reached for the talismans hidden under the floorboards. He would not name the heat in his body, would not give in to the curse creeping around his heart.
This is the threesome fic I didn’t know I needed in my life. Lan Xichen, feeling broken and suffering one last curse courtesy of Jin Guangyao, and the two men who love him unconditionally and lead him, bit by bit, back to life. And to them. Just… amazing!