On a flight to Beijing with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying goes into heat.

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.

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.

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…

The truth is, Kenny hasn’t stopped pretending to be Mysterion.