I'll Fix Everything | Wangxian

Chapter seventy-four

Trigger warning: description of rape. (IT IS A NIGHTMARE)

Wei Ying had screamed all he could, he had screamed until his throat was painted a dark red, until crimson coated his tongue, until all that came out was air like a panting dog.

His back rubbed into the hard crust the Burial Mound's earth had become over centuries, patches of red and blisters began to form but that was the least of Wei Ying's worries as his worst fear hovered over him.

In and out in and out in and out in and out in and out.

He couldn't move, he was entirely paralyzed from head to toe, all he could do was lay there and cry and pray for this to end.

Something in him tried to remind him this was a nightmare, just a foul dream created to torment him with the worst possible scenarios but Wei Ying couldn't listen.

He just felt cold.

Wei Ying always felt cold.

Inside. Inside. Inside.

Moments with family were brief intermissions between the pain, small pockets of heat momentarily providing warmth like the volcanic ice caves deep under the ice in Antarctica, but it was never enough and Wei Ying always froze to death.

In and out in and out in and out.

Reality meant nothing in Wei Ying's nightmares, his Lan Zhan had murdered the shadow version of himself concocted by the most resentful of souls plaguing the Burial Mounds, but that meant nothing when he lived on in Wei Ying's sleep.

He lived on in every flinch, every tremble and every flashback, he lived on while Wei Ying withered.

He lived on to finish what he started, reality or not, the fingers digging into his hips as if trying to tear him apart felt real, the intrusion below in and out in and out in and out, it felt real.

It felt so real.

The substance pouring into him, the sounds this act made, his moans, they felt real.

Wei Ying was in shock either way, like a pitiful insect caught within a spider's sticky web, he couldn't move as his doom turned him onto his side, pulling out and wrapping its arms around him.

Soft sobs rattled from Wei Ying's chest, but the shadow was languid, content and happy, thrilled, even, as it hugged him tightly, just like the real, true Lan Wangji would.

It hugged him lovingly, kissing the back of his neck and pecking both of his shoulder blades, soothing him like a real lover would, "Shh.. shh shh..." It soothed, arms around his waist, naked chest pressed against his naked back, "You were so good..." The shadow whispered, almost kindly, "Felt so good around me..."

Wei Ying's body was in shock, his mind struck with paralysis. All he could do was gasp softly for the air he was continuously denied and shake leaves in autumn winds.

***

Like parents awoken by their precious newborn screaming in their cot, Jiang Yanli and Wei Qing's hearts plummeted and their eyes snapped open when they heard it.

It was a wail so petrified, so broken it felt like they were in Cloud Recess again watching some of the most devastating memories to exist.

Without wasting a moment, the covers had been discarded to the icy wooden floors and the two women ran faster than they ever had in order to reach their younger brother's room.