The Yiling Laozu shrugs again. “Do you want anything else augmented while you’re here? I saw that your pleasure module isn’t integrated.”
Lan Wangji blinks again. He can find no mention of a pleasure module in any of his architecture. “What’s that?”
This just took my breath away – android!LWJ learns how to feel in the most intimate, incredible way imaginable.
“I don’t want to really date anyone. It’s so stupid, I just need to pretend date someone until Jiang Cheng gets his act together, then go back to my own life.” He stares at his empty coffee cup.
“Date me,” Lan Zhan says. Then he looks at Wei Ying’s empty cup. “Would you like another cup of coffee?”
“Always,” Wei Ying says automatically. “But wait, what.”
I will never get tired of fake dating and oblivious!Wei Ying, and this is a glorious example of the genre – funny and hot at once!
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 must be the most oblivious Wei Ying to ever Wei Ying in a modern AU… Had me cackling all the way through, when I wasn’t being distracted by the hotness. 
I love these two and their doomed relationship so much, and it’s criminal that there are so few vids for them – but this is a beautiful one!
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.
Modern AU in which there’s still cultivation – but that’s mostly incidental as Wei Ying realises that taking Lan Zhan to this party means revealing things about himself…
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.
Source: spirit running wild, by idrilka – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Jingyi has a crush on his best friend. Shenanigans ensue, because Jingyi is a disaster. 
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.
This is warm and lovely and made me smile, the inclusion of Sizhui feeling strangely not-wrong at all.
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 doesn’t like touch. Until he can’t stop thinking of what Xiao Xingchen’s touch would be like. This is gorgeous and perfect.
