“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!
Song Lan doesn’t care for any of it.
He likes his job, he likes his books, he likes his calligraphy.
He likes his solitude.
All is well.
And then another detective is transferred into their precinct, and Song Lan’s whole world slams out of orbit.
“Haven’t you heard?” Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: “Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend.”
Song Lan wondered, because even after two years in a relationship with the beautiful creature currently writhing in his arms, he still couldn’t figure it out. He had expected, quite frankly, to be dumped the moment he told Xingchen he could not have sex. He had expected to be slapped when, upon further inquiry, he revealed it was because he really couldn’t stand to be naked with Xingchen in that context.
Instead, Xingchen had surveyed his miserable expression from behind those glasses, and asked, so would you want to have sex without undressing, or are you not interested in sex at all?
Then he’d grinned, an uncharacteristically self-satisfying expression for Xiao Xingchen, when Song Lan went tellingly red.