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.
“I believe you failed to communicate some important information,” Lan Zhan’s voice is tight over the phone and Wei Ying has a second to think, whoops, before his mouth is rushing in.
“I may… have forgotten to mention the location of the resentful spirit, yes.” He’d sent Lan Zhan the link to a Facebook event with a little note that said ‘sign up here!’ without really thinking. His phone ringing less than a minute later is probably justified. It isn’t every day that your neighbour sends a link to a fetish party and a command to attend. Even if it is softened with an exclamation mark.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan says and Wei Ying winces. That’s an ‘mm’ with a world of promise in it.
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.
It’s been a while since he shared a room with Sizhui, the way they did when both of them were still placed in the juniors’ quarters. But when Sizhui agreed to officially take on some of the duties as the sect heir while Zewu-Jun was in seclusion, he was given his own place, small as it was, and Jingyi eventually moved into the senior disciple quarters. All of that, though, happened before Jingyi realized that the funny feeling in his chest wasn’t indigestion from Senior Wei’s cooking but something far, far worse.
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.
The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.
Song Lan has been waiting for thousands of years for Xing’s soul to reincarnate, protecting the world from Hell spilling over as best as he could. He waited, he grew tired.
Then a fake priest nearly fell out of a window, and while saving him, Song Lan came face to face with one Chief Xiao.
She’s reaching for him again, and Lan Zhan’s mind goes blank. The only thing he can think of as he desperately searches for a polite way to get the hell out of this situation is Jiang Cheng’s self-satisfied voice saying yeah, but it worked.
He opens his mouth, then suddenly remembers Wei Ying’s a boyfriend would have been more effective.
“I have a boyfriend,” Lan Zhan blurts out, and feels himself flushing red.
The woman looks at him, then takes a step back. “Always the pretty ones. Pity.”
This fic makes my heart smile. Not only is idiots-accidentally-dating one of my favourite tropes (especially for this pair), but I adore all the cute little details. I mean, Wei Ying’y email is yiling.pizza! 😀