Shows how careful editing can tell a different story – or in this case, fill in gaps. Lovely!
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.
Most days, that’s what they do: hold hands as they walk, get lost in kisses when they are resting, and whenever they spend a night indoors, lie together in the same bed, gently exploring each other’s bodies with lips and careful fingers.
Sometimes, he’d kiss his way down Wei Ying’s chest and take him into his mouth to hear him moan and babble and laugh. Wei Ying always laughs: not to mock but to hide his embarrassment, because he’s not nearly as shameless as he paints himself to be. And this, the unexpected shyness of him, is what makes Lan Wangji’s own feelings all the more indecent, because sometimes – oftentimes – the sweetness they share is not enough.
In which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian discover that they’re kinky. And there’s sex in a forest. 😉
This is gorgeous – and the lyrics couldn’t be any more perfect for this most tragic of couples.
Wei Ying had been saying something. “I didn’t even like him! It’s just –”
“His dick was so big, yes, you’ve said. Several times.” Lan Zhan’s voice was a little strained, probably because he was holding him up while they waited for the elevator in Wei Ying’s building.
Modern AU in which Lan Zhan comforts Wei Ying over a breakup with his big (massive! giant!) dick. A PWP of the most delicious kind!
Every so often, he would naturally find his gaze falling back onto his hunting partner. Song Lan hesitated to use the term ‘cultivation partner’, even mentally. It felt too intimate. They were close, closer than he’d been with anyone before. That twist in his core would haunt him at the oddest moments, like when he’d make a particularly dry remark and Xiao Xingchen would laugh so free and gleeful. And like now, as he watched those warm eyes slip his way and a reassuring smile meant only for him graced those soft features. But, despite their closeness, it still felt like a step further than where they were. A sacred title for those connected on a soul-deep level. Ah, but perhaps he was being too stringent about the terminology.
A lovely peek into Song Lan’s mind.
Jiang Cheng sucks in a sharp breath. “What year do you think it is, Wei Wuxian?”
“2001,” Wei Wuxian says, and then cracks up when Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen in alarm. “Calm down, I’m just kidding. I know it’s 2014.”
Jiang Cheng stares at him.
Wei Wuxian is quiet for a beat. “I presume from your reaction that it is not actually 2014.”
“No,” Jiang Cheng says softly. “No, it’s not.”
The amnesia fic of my heart, in which Wei Wuxian can’t understand how he could have been so in love with a guy he can’t remember – and why the hell they weren’t together…
“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!
Nie Huaisang’s quiet, devious mastermind behind the scenes captured perfectly.
This is the perfect tribute to my favourite angry grape, Jiang Cheng.