my memory plays our tune, the same old song by Sweetlittlevampire
my memory plays our tune, the same old song
by Sweetlittlevampire (@sweetlittlevampire)
G, 15k, Wangxian
Summary: Someone moves into the vacant flat adjacent to Lan Wangji. They have a small son who cries himself to sleep every night. Reminded of his own troubles as a child, Lan Wangji takes the music box his mother gifted him and knocks on his new neighbour's door. If the music box was able to help him, there is no reason to believe it won't be able to help another child in distress, right? Kay's comments: So somft. This is the perfect story for a sad, rainy day, because it'll definitely bring you all that soft goodness you need to thaw your heart (can you tell, I've been going through it?) I loved how naturally they call came together and just immediately grew into a little family and the sad parts of the story really hit hard too. [Thank you so much to Rima for taking a picture of the actual music box for me for the header!!] Excerpt: “Good evening,” he says, keeping his voice calm and steady so as not to irritate the child. “I live in 3 14 b, and…” Wei Wuxian lets out a sigh and closes his eyes, as if in pain. “I am so sorry,” he says. “I knew A-Yuan would be having trouble adjusting to his new surroundings, but I was hoping he would adjust more quickly, with me being home all the time. I promise I am doing everything to -” “I know,” Lan Wangji interrupts him. He hates interrupting people, but he feels like he will never get to speak if he doesn’t. Wei Wuxian blinks at him. “You…know?” Lan Wangji nods. “I am not here to scold you.” “You…are not?” Wei Wuxian asks, clearly confused. On his arm, A-Yuan lets out a shriek and hides his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Shhhh, Baobao, it’s okay,” Wei Wuxian tells him. He’s rocking the child and rubbing small circles onto the boy’s back. “The nice gege is not angry at you.”
pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, grief/mourning, loss of parent(s), kid fic, neighbors, bisexual wei wuxian, lan wangji has friends, childhood trauma, humor, fluff, rabbits, lan wangji loves rabbits, misunderstandings, family feels
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