Wangji managed to pull his scarf down so he didn’t have to breathe coffee-tainted air, then just lay on his side in the snow, willing the world to stop spinning, his gut to stop roiling, and his balls to stop throbbing. He didn’t know how long he lay like that, but with another groan, he managed to push himself to sitting… to find a vision sitting opposite him. Oh…
Cross-legged, hands firmly fisted in his lap, snowflakes fluttered around the man like a lace veil, catching on dark lashes that framed lustrous silver eyes, and landing like little kisses against bow-shaped lips still red despite the chill. And oh, Wangji was most definitely fucked.
An absolutely epic tattoo artist / small town AU, which so many feels I cried a few times – but also some absolutely hilarious moments, and more found family than you can shake a stick at. Oh, and smut. 😉
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying drawled. Wei Ying leaned forward further until he put his hands flat on the Captain’s desk and pushed himself to standing. The skin was smooth now, Wen Qing had regenerated the bruised and torn skin from their escape and subsequent stranding in the Delta Quadrant. But Lan Zhan had seen the hurt there before it was wiped away. “Maybe you don’t see me as your First Officer at all.” He cut his eyes up to look into Lan Zhan’s. “Maybe you don’t want to. Maybe you want me to throw over all of these command responsibilities and it can just be me and you inside of my mind, just how you like…Imzadi.” Lan Zhan’s breath caught, an invisible stutter in the regular ordering of Lan Zhan’s functioning. Wei Ying slid his hands forward, body following. Wei Ying was leaning over the desk, fingertips close to Lan Zhan’s but not touching. They could be. If Lan Zhan reached out.
“You are my First Officer.” Lan Zhan kept his hands where they were, pressed so hard into the desktop that his wrists felt the strain.
This is absolutely my new favourite Star Trek AU! I can’t believe I never realised how apt the premise of Voyager is in regards to the cultivation world vs. Yiling Laozu conflict. Also, this is just plain amazing storytelling – culminating in the hottest telepathic blowjob ever!
When Lan Xichen offered to spot for Nie Mingjue, he thought of the way his pecs and triceps had bunched as he’d pushed the bar up and away from his chest. Good form, smooth and steady. That’s the type of guy who could spot for Nie Mingjue in a meaningful way. Lan Xichen could carry what Nie Mingjue couldn’t handle. So he said yes and their gym buddy partnership was sealed.
Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.
His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up at—he checks the timestamp—6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distracting—of—oh.
Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.
This is not helping, Wei Ying thinks. This is neither job hunting nor relaxing.He can’t calm his thoughts, though. He knows how this works, he understands the vicious spiral of this thought process, but knowledge doesn’t equal ability not to fall into the trap. His mind will just go in circles, showing him the same images over and over again, but with more intensity each time, and he just—he’s too tired, too done with it, to let it happen.
He forgoes the nap and opens his laptop again, typing Hanguang-jun in the video search. This channel, run by Lan Zhan, who Wei Ying knows personally from before, from videoblogger meet-ups and other occasions, kept the last threads of his sanity during his worst days.
This fic is nothing short of amazing. I started reading it because I’m seriously into ASMR, but I was completely pulled in by the way Wei Ying’s struggle with his mental health is depicted. Without magical cure (either by ASMR or Lan Zhan’s dick *g*) but with so much compassion and careful optimism.