“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.
He would not fail.
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!