Lan Wangji must miss his husband over this amnesiac of a man Wei Wuxian has turned into. Well, Wei Wuxian will show him! He’ll be even better—or at least, try to be just as good of a husband as he would be, without his memory loss.

Another party, another hot tub.

As it turns out, the Lans have a perfectly good hot tub, too.

“Oh, Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says, as one inky tentacle, warm and silky, wraps around Lan Wangji. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us mere cultivators. As my demonic cultivation.”

Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds as a vampire.

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.

Catboy Ryan.

All he can think about right now is Brendon, Brendon, Brendon. Brendon with his dogs and Dot and with him, grinning at him across Ryan’s living room while he kicks Ryan’s ass at Mario Party. Brendon at the front of the stage, singing his lungs out; Brendon next to his mic, singing his half of the twentieth duet they wrote together; Brendon on tour, hogging all the Poptarts or climbing into Ryan’s hotel bed because he “likes his scent” or jerking off in his bunk, bringing in another Omega during his rut…

It’s just a self-indulgent post-divorce omegaverse fic where Ryan goes into heat and Brendon is his soulmate, that’s about it.

or if you wanted a real summary: And it wasn’t like Ryan didn’t need Brendon anymore—except he didn’t. Brendon had been a convenience, a good alpha to keep him company for three days once a month for the first year and a half.

Wanting Eduardo in a french maid costume is not feeling too much. It’s wanting Eduardo in a french maid costume.