modern wangxian au where lwj reads thirst tweets.

nhs: wangji-xiong, it’ll be good for the promotional campaign if you do this

as much as lwj would like to disagree, it’s true.

nhs: won’t take long! all you need to do is just read the small piece of paper that has tweets

submitted randomly. and by tweets, i mean thirst tweets.

now though lwj doesn’t use these lingos doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what they represent.

lwj: fine.
nhs: great! i’ll confirm the time with the filming staff and we’ll get straight to it.

lwj tells himself that this is

going to be worth it, worth his time. because he’d rather just stay at home and play his guqin for the whole weekend. but also he knows that engaging in online and socmed activities like these will do good for the charity campaign he wants to hold.

fast forward to the filming day in nhs’ studio and to hanguang-jun’s thirst tweet day.

with a blue bucket on the table placed right in front of him, cameras roll and they start. lwj takes out his first piece of paper.

lwj: from Yiling... /clears throat/ m f k i n g.. Laozu, “hanguang-jun, can i call you daddy?” sorry, i am too young to be a dad.

lwj doesn’t scrunch the paper like most people do. he just folds it properly and sets it aside.

on to the next piece of paper.

lwj: from yiling...laozu. “lan wangji can slap me with his guqin and id say thank you hanguang-jun, do it again.” sorry but i would not do that.

he folds the paper again, and puts it aside again. why does it seem that he only draws tweets from this person? lwj subtly shoots nhs a questioning look and all nhs does is shrug and mouth “i don’t know” then covers half his face with his fan.

next tweet. lwj inhales hoping that it’ll be from another person because otherwise, viewers would think this whole thing was staged to have lwj only read thirst tweets from this particular user.

and what would his boyfriend think? surely wwx wouldn’t mind.

here goes the third piece of paper.

lwj: this is from yiling laozu again. “i want to wash my clothes—especially my underwear—on your abs sir.” sorry my abs are only for wei ying.

this is getting out of hand. lwj raises his hand and nhs knows this means to stop for a bit. and of course, nhs knows why lwj is getting slightly ticked off.

nhs planned this all along. but he’s not the mastermind in all of this.

nhs: wangji-xiong, i don’t know. i really don’t know. perhaps this person is just a really, REALLY, big fan of yours. how can you blame hi—them though?

lwj: fine. let’s just get this over and done with.

it’s their third anniversary, well, dating anniversary the next day. so lwj plans to cook for the love of his life.

on to the next one.

lwj doesn’t even bother to say who’s it from because his face tells the camera that it’s, yet again, from the same person.

lwj: “this wei wuxian is so lucky. he gets to touch hanguang-jun everywhere anytime he wants.” no, i am the lucky one.

thoughts of wwx touching him all over the place swarm his mind and his ears start to warm up.

focus, he tells himself. that can wait. actually, no. it cannot. it’s been three days since he saw wwx, who had gone to visit his siblings over the weekend. lwj decides to pick up his

pace with this stupid thirst tweet thing so he could go back home, to his... home.

next tweet.

lwj sighs, looking at the name.

lwj: “lan wangji can like, stick his tongue down my throat, i guess.” only if you are wei ying, but you are not and never will be.

lwj takes a peek at the bucket and it seems like there are only a few more to go.

he picks his next one, again not bothering to say the name because it’s still the same bloody person.

lwj: “if my boyfriend cheated on me with lan wangji, id be devastated. why didn’t he choose me?”

a little v forms between his brows. this time, he scrunches the paper and throws it to the side.

lwj: i do not condone cheating.

soon. soon he’d be finished with this and he can leave.

hand in the bucket once more.

lwj: “i want hanguang-jun to love, f u /clears throat/ me forever. PLEASE I BEG YOU.” no.

oh. that tweet seems to be the last one. lwj sends a silent prayer.

only to be interrupted by mianmian, nhs’ show runner. “oh wangji-ge! there’s one last one here. sorry i forgot to put it in the bucket!”

she’s the most hardworking in their PR team and lwj has always seen that

“it’s fine,” lwj assures as mianmian walks to him.

“here you go, wangji-ge!” mianmian hands him the paper, and winks??? before she walks off the scene again.

lwj inhales. this really better be the last thirst tweet.

here goes, and this time he figures he’d just say the name since it’s the very last one.

lwj: from yiling laozu. “lan wangji, lan zhan, lan er-ge—“

his eyes widen at the words he’s reading.