Written for this crack prompt on Norsekink for inappropriately obscene-looking cookie-eating. Yep, it's pretty much that.

Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.

"I can’t even take you home," he says, with coolly enforced casualness. "You know that, don’t you? Even if I ripped up every threshold in The Unclean Realm, the bagua will stop you. The Stone Castles can’t shelter you, either, nor can the Sabre Halls."

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.

Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.

“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”

Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…

Tang Fan is susceptible to long jaunts into his own self-preoccupation at the very best of times, as is needless to say, but waiting brings out the worst of his whiling.

"But yes. The subject to hand, as it were."

Victor's maybe a little obsessed.

Ask meme drabble written for this challenge. Prompt: Kate Bush, a deal with God.

(The one with the wound-fingering. )