There are many things, Sizhui already knew, that Wei-qianbei carried from one body to another. His smile. His laugh. And apparently, THIS look: the one reserved for Jingyi, the half-grin and knitted brows. One would think it would look strange on the Yiling Laozu. (1/5)
(Of course, to Sizhui, he's never been the Yiling Laozu.)
"Help me?" Wei-qianbei's eyes flick wryly from the juniors to the seal keeping them trapped. "Your elders might not be so happy to see me, but you're still my responsibility. Just sit tight while I figure this out." (2/5)
"Wei-qianbei, you're injured," Ouyang Zizhen says. "And you don't have a--"
Jingyi and Jin Ling's twin elbows to Ouyang Zizhen's sides thankfully stop him short. This is Wei-qianbei. But not yet. He doesn't have to know his secret is no longer secret, in this time. (3/5)
Welcome to NAPTOBER, everyone! It's a nice chilly day outside, I've got my hot coffee, and I'm thinking sleep thoughts. Let's get ✨cozy✨
1. Modern Wei Ying, in Wangxian's mutual pining stage, spent a little too much of his paycheck on a sweatshirt specifically because he touched it and imagined a little too vividly how utterly holdable he'd be wearing it. (1/2)
Every time he dozes in that sweatshirt and wakes up tucked against his best friend Lan Zhan, he feels a little guilty. Like he's tricking LZ by making himself irresistibly cozy.
(The sweatshirt, of course, has very little to do with why he's being held. But LZ still likes it.)
Lan Zhan gave up on sleep after waking Wei Ying the second time. He’s gotten maybe four fragmented hours – it’s left him feeling foggy, faintly jetlagged, and he wants to be alert for this. He makes a cup of tea, vows to buy Wei Ying more the next day, and he reads for a while.
Wei Ying barely wakes when Lan Zhan shakes him a third time. He still answers correctly, so Lan Zhan doesn’t think there’s reason to worry. But when Lan Zhan returns to the living room, he folds the bedding, sits cross-legged on the couch, and just listens.
Wei Ying wins the fight to pay for their Didi – if by winning you mean he orders it when Lan Zhan isn’t looking – and he drifts on the ride home. It hurts to focus, which actually helps. It makes it easier not to stare at LZ's profile in the soft kaleidoscope of the city lights.
He’s fully zoned out by the time they pull up in front of his apartment building. By the time he thanks the driver and unclicks his seatbelt, Lan Zhan is already out and around the other side to open his door.
Okay, posting PART THREE of this threadfic for those who need some soft meetcute content today ❤️ Please feel free to mute for the next hour or so if you're not in the place for that today!
New thread so as not to get too unwieldy: Parts 1 and 2 are here:
It turns out Lan Zhan knows a good restaurant fairly close to the hospital, one of his brother’s favorites. He offers to go pick up takeout while Wei Ying gets discharged, but as wobbly as he feels, Wei Ying is kind of wired now. He convinces Lan Zhan to dine in.
So Wei Ying changes from the hospital gown back into his street clothes, quickly bemoans the fact that he’s wearing his rattiest sweats on the day he accidentally summoned the most beautiful man in the world, and he meets Lan Zhan in the hall.