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it's time for my regularly scheduled lan wangji derangement event but my god who is doing it like him. he's gay. he doesn't have facial expressions. he's a perfect gentleman on the outside and the horniest most savage motherfucker you've ever met on the inside. he bites. he's a consummate musician. and he's your next president
nobody waits for me, and I know
nobody takes from me what I grow
secret garden, disregard my heart
(hanahaki disease + yllz era)
Xiantober Day 12 - Falling
CQL | Modern | Reincarnation AU
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Yanli-jie recommended bungee jumping as a romantic and exciting date. It was supposed to be thrilling, give them an adrenaline rush they'd carry all the way home.
It wasn't supposed to go like this…
The bungee cord that was meant to be pulled taut by the force of gravity from his descent is loose and dangling in a U shape as their guides whisper among themselves
"Did you see him run? Wasn't his boyfriend all the way on the other side?"
"How did he even grab hold of him?"
"You talked to them earlier right? Weren't they both excited and ready? They seemed so into it…"
"Yeah…they definitely weren't crying like this…"
Their voices sound far, far away. A part of Wei Ying registers them, knows where he is. Knows who he is. But the other part…
He's a million miles away…no that's not quite right.
He's hundreds of years away, the empty and safe ravine he and Lan Zhan had driven to is gone, though he can't tell because he can't look down. But he can feel the burning heat as it sears through his clothes, turns his bones to ashes and rips him apart.
The standard issue helmet they gave him earlier might as well not be there at all. In fact, impossibly, he swears he can feel a scorching wind whipping his long hair around him, despite the fact he'd had a haircut just last month.
But he can't look away to check or take note of anything, because his eyes are glued to Lan Zhan's above him, where he's hanging over the edge of the cliff, is hand gripping Wei Ying's wrist tight enough it's like its like they're welded to each other.
And Lan Zhan is crying.
The tears pour uninhibited from his eyes, normally a honey brown but somehow tuned pure gold in the sunlight. His tears fall and fall, though he doesn't say anything. Jaw clenched tight and his arms trembling, he's like a man possessed. Or Wei Ying would think that way if it wasn't for the look of deep anguish that spills from him, shaking Wei Ying to his very core.
Even as Wei Ying is dangling above an abyss, all he can think about is his worry for Lan Zhan, for his zhiji.
The word pops into his head from no where, feeling right. Describes them perfectly.
A cloud passes overhead, revealing a dazzling sub that blinds him, making him squint, and suddenly his boyfriend's short hair is ten times longer, falling over his shoulder as he purses his lips. He's bleeding from his arm, wearing white instead of the jumpsuit their guide gave them.
But that's not right… something isn't right. Wei Ying feels like he's in two places at once. They both feel real, but how can that be possible?
Is he the grad student on a once in a life time trip with the love of his life, crossing off a bucket list item?
Or is he a pariah, letting go of the hatred and pain in his heart to find salvation, being held back by someone who knows him as well as he does, inside and out.
Why can't he figure out where he is? Who he is?
The words spill unbidden past his lips.
"Lan Zhan, let me go."
Lan Zhan's squeezes his grip, digging into his skin even as blood drips from his injured arm down into Wei Ying's palm. The sound of swords clashing mixes with concerned whispers of their workers trying to get near, except Lan Zhan won't let them, afraid to let anyone near.
"Lan Zhan…"
Lan Zhan purses his lips, the furrow between his brows deeper than any canyon. He shakes his head, once slowly, before more vigorously. Water leaks from his eyes to drop on Wei Ying’s cheek as he hangs there.
"Wei Ying, no…"
"Lan Zhan, you can't save me."
His mouth keeps opening of its own accord, as if the words Wei Ying says aren't even really his to begin with. Like they're following a script that's been written long ago.
But Lan Zhan doesn't listen. Even as the voice above keep shifting from battle cries to frenzied workers trying to keep everyone safe, Lan Zhan hold on his wrist remains firm
"Wei Ying will not fall again."
Something bursts inside Wei Ying's chest. He'd think it was his heart, except he can still hear it, drumming against his skull as tears fall from his eyes to drop into the endless chasm below.
He feels like he's been waiting a long time to hear those words.
His voice chokes between sobs, and he has to take a moment to speak with a clear voice. "Will Lan Zhan save me, this time?"
Lan Zhan must have gained purchase on the ledge somewhere else, anchoring himself to it, because his other arms comes around to grab Wei Ying near his elbow in a secure grip. He's gritting his teeth and trying to heft him up, a vein in his forehead giving away his exertion.
"I will save Wei Ying, every time." he says, a fire burning his eyes scorching anyone or anything that dares to disagree.
He drags him up, and Wei Ying just barely gets a glimpse of a pair of guides holding Lan Zhan's legs to keep him stable, muttering about needing new rules.
When his feet land on the ground, it feels solid beneath him in a way it never has before. Like he's finally reached clarity and peace for something that's been gnawing at him for generations.
The long hair is gone, and Lan Zhan's arm isn't bloody or injured. They're both wearing their jumpsuits as the breathe heavily, just sitting on that ledge watch each other.
Wei Ying remembers where he is again, the fog gone from his mind. But something feels...different. Something has been changed irreversibly, though he can't quite put his finger on what.
Their guides are trying to give them a lecture, but all of Wei Ying's attention is on Lan Zhan. Where the tears no longer fall but glisten in his eyes and his mouth curves up in the sweetest, happiest smile.
"Wei Ying. I saved you."
Wei Ying huffs a laugh. The joy in his heart doesn't feel like his…but at the same it feels like all ever had. Like it flows through his veins and lights up his center.
"Yeah, Lan Zhan. You did. You caught me."
He leans forward, presses a steady hand on Lan Zhan’s tear-stained cheek, and kisses him, letting the light and love he feels pour into him, their souls entwined and at peace.
(threadfic here)
And I finished! I love certain aspects of this,. I learned a lot from it too! So it is family time in Burial Mound! Wei Wuxian is laughing at A-Yuan grubbing on Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing trying to get him off of the grumpy grape. Jiang Yanli is giving Wen Ning some soup. I will leave it up to your interpretation what Lan Wangji is doing.
Y'all.... I have "When You Say Nothing At All" stuck in my head on repeat while I am working on a WangXian fic... so now I am going to have to draw Wei Wuxian outside of Lan Wangji's window with a boombox.... Mkay? Cause that song.... it makes me think of how WWX feels about LWJ's lack of verbal communication... they don't need words...
On second watching: Look at all those feelings on this poor man's face! He is like, it reminds me of my sexy crush, the one who slipped from my hands and died. Oh no.
I've been reading The Right to Care by travelingneuritis on AO3 And I was inspired by this scene in it where WWX notices that LWJ has a tattoo of a sketch he drew. It is beautifully written. And I'm a little late uploading, but this is day one of my draw every day for October.
Quick doodle of Dragonji that I did last night. I am working on playing with my style. But also I am just trying to get back into things after being sick for a while.
welp, here's the long awaited first chapter of my retelling of MDZS from Lan Wangji's POV. it's only 2k words now, but if you hop on the train early, you can suffer with me slowly! we're starting out all angsty, but i promise some humorous detours along the way.
My Wife *flirting with me*: Should I apologize again?
Me, a smooth boss: No need.
Wei Wuxian made the Bonding/Binding Talisman...
Solely because he got inspired by getting tied with a sacred forehead ribbon to his crush.
Look at him admiring the handiwork wrapped around his wrist.
Not to mention that that's the only talisman he made that's colored blue.
MDZS color wheel challenge!
Boss makes a dollar
I make a dime
So i thirst over Hanguang-Jun
On company time
Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 7 – Reunion
My entry for fytheuntamed’s Untamed Fall Fest 2020 for "Reunion". I hope you like it :)
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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“Lan Zhan!”, a voice called out, as Lan Wangji was making his way back from the Cold Pond to the Jingshi. He froze. He knew that voice. He knew the way it was calling his name, the way it was echoing around the forest, way too loud for the Cloud Recesses, where shouting was forbidden…
When Lan Wangji turned around, it was just in time to see a blur of red and black shooting in his direction, before a solid weight collided with his chest and immediately did its best impression of an octopus, wrapping all his limbs around his body, still damp under his robes.
The impact rocked him back and off his feet on the uneven terrain and even though it would only have taken a second to right himself, his arms came around the warm weight instead, pulling it securely against his own body and letting it carry them down onto the grassy ground.
He breathed in the smell of lotus flowers and rich soil, his hands resting on a warm back, hidden under dark grey robes, and pulled his precious burden even closer.
“Wei Ying”, he breathed, “You’re back.”
Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 14 - Savor
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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When Lan Wangji came back to the bedroom, breakfast now spread out on the table, Wei Wuxian was already awake and sitting up in bed, even though it was way too early for his standards. The soft sheets were still partly wrapped around him, as was the innermost robe of the rich, red wedding robes Lan Wangji had peeled him out of the night before. The shimmering red fabric with little gems sewn into the hems was pooling around his form in a lovely contrast to the pale blue sheets, exposing the creamy skin of his back and arms.
When Wei Wuxian turned to him, he smiled, his dark hair flowing down his back in mussed waves, reminding Lan Wangji of how he had combed his fingers through it in the night, how he had wrapped it around his hand, had pulled it…
“Lan Zhan”, Wei Wuxian interrupted his straying thoughts, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly braid some of the hair over his shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. “Good morning.”
“Mn. Good morning”, he answered, unable to take his eyes off the picture of this, his, beautiful, precious man in his bed.
“Is breakfast already here? I must say I’m starving after all that strenuous activity you put me through last night, Lan Zhan.” The smile on Wei Wuxian’s lips turned into a wicked little grin and in a bit, Lan Wangji would go over there and kiss those lips until they drop open to let out all those delicious little sounds his shameless husband made last night.
In a bit, after he gave himself a few more moments to savor this picture before him, so he may never forget it…
Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 15 – Golden
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
AU: Wei Wuxian was never brought to Lotus Pier, but instead grew up as a member of QishanWen, as one of Wen Rouhan’s inner circle. Wen Rouhan uses him to get information from other sects by making him not only a strong cultivator, but an exceptional dancer, sending him to seduce people with his body (no prostitution, Wei Wuxian would castrate any of his ‘victims’ that tried using him like that).
The story takes place at a Discussion Conference in Qishan, pre-canon.
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At a hand gesture of Wen Rouhan, the doors behind him opened and dancers in wide skirts and jiggling jewelry streamed into the space between the tables the sects sat at. A startled gasp went through the room, followed by agitated mumbling and when Lan Wangji heard even his brother next to him try to stifle an involuntary sound, he looked up from where his eyes had been fixed on his tea cup.
Eyes that widened immediately upon looking at the dancers that had already begun swaying and turning to the dark, heavy feeling music that was being played, because next to their long, layered skirts and a thin strip of fabric over their chests, those dancers weren’t wearing much else. Naked skin flashed in his field of view, naked arms and stomachs and longs legs, bared to the glances of the flustered and scandalized crowd, and Lan Wangji felt the tips of his ears becoming unbearably hot. It felt like watching a carriage tip over after hitting a bump in the road: horrible and shocking of the sort that made you unable to look away.
The murmurs in the room were still going on, the majority of the guests unsure whether to look away or not. The members of GusuLan behind him and his brother all looked flustered and shocked, their gazes flitting around the room to find something to look at that wasn’t the half naked dancers in the middle of it. Lan Xichen had directed his eyes at Wen Rouhan, who lounged in his opulent throne, looking comfortable and smug and not flustered at all, instead rather satisfied with the outrage he had caused.
Just as Lan Wangji thought he, too, could finally manage to rip his eyes away, to fix them on something that wouldn’t make his ears burn like they were on fire, they were caught by someone in the middle of the dancing group. It took him a moment to understand why he got caught on that someone, until he saw that it wasn’t a woman like all the other dancers, but a man.
A man, dressed in the same layered skirts in red and black and red again, the same flimsy top with the sun of QishanWen on it, but bedecked in much more jewelry than the women around him, as if he was the main attraction. There was an elaborate golden piece at the underside of his top, completing the upper half of the sun motif with drops of gold with red and black gems in them; golden bracelets were wrapped around his wrists and upper arms, throat, chest and even the creamy thigh and ankle that appeared every now and then between the layers of his skirts; chains with pearls of gold connecting bracelets, in his long, dark hair next to a longer red ribbon and hanging from the belt of red and gold discs at his hips.
Whenever he turned, the firelight would catch on all that gold and the deep red of the gems, as well as on the hundred tiny gems sewn into the hems on his skirts, making it look like they were on fire. He painted streaks of gold into the air with the flip of his hair and arms, pulling a golden aura with him like a veil of a wedding gown.
And no matter how much Lan Wangji tried, he could not rip his gaze away from that man. With every twist of his wrists, every shift of his shoulders, every throw of his head, he seemed to enthrall him, shackling his attention to himself with long fingers and longer legs, the flexing of his muscles visible under the naked skin of his stomach and back.
It was outrageous, scandalous and the Second Young Master of GusuLan should turn away like all the other members of his clan, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
And then the man threw back his head and his eyes locked onto his own for a moment, deep silver pools, sparkling like stars in the firelight, and something in his whole body seemed to tense and unlock at the same time, intoxicating heat and heady excitement rushing through his veins, making everything around him fall away and his whole being focus on the man in red and black and gold.
When the man grinned at him wickedly, Lan Wangji already knew from the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing loudly in his ears, that he would never be able to let this moment go, never mind forget the dancer with robes of fire and an aura of gold.
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(part two)
Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 17 - Falling
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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When Lan Wangji arrived back at Cloud Recesses, he looked much worse than when he started from there hours before. Even from a distance Lan Xichen could see his cheeks red with fever and his whole body trembling from the strain of flying on his sword way too soon after what had been done to him in the name of punishment.
“Wangji!”, he called out as soon as the light figure was within hearing distance, already closing in on the spot where Bichen would set down in a wobbly landing in big strides. His brother didn’t answer, just stood there, breathing heavily and only when Lan Xichen was right before him could he see that he had his arms wrapped around something securely.
No, not something. Someone.
Baffled, Lan Xichen couldn’t react beyond closing his own arms around the little child, when his brother pushed it against his chest.
“Brother”, Lan Wangji rasped quietly, “please, protect him.”
Lan Xichen was torn between wanting to bundle his baby brother back into his bed and bringing the child in his arms to the sect doctors, because his little body felt too hot to be normal and he could hear his labored breaths even from where the tiny face was pressed into his robes.
“Wangji, who is this? Where did you find this child?”, he asked, while turning his head to see if any disciples were around to go bring the child to the infirmary.
“Protect him”, Lan Wangji repeated, still gasping and swaying on unsteady legs, his eyes unfocused in a way that told the sect leader the fever already had him firmly in his grip.
“Wen Yuan”, he added, then, and Lan Xichen froze, “Please, brother, we have to protect him.”
Wen Yuan. A child. Lan Wangji had flown to the Burial Mounds, after the sect leader had told him about the siege, and brought back a child. There had been a child there… They had fought against… They had killed…
Lan Xichen pushed the nauseating feeling of doubt and guilt back and looked down to the child, the boy, whose cheeks were as feverish as his brother’s and hot to the touch.
When he looked back up and into his brother’s eyes he found them silently pleading, nearly begging with all their fever-wracked, unsteady focus, his trembling hand wrapped tightly around Bichen’s hilt, and he understood with shocking clarity, that he wasn’t sure Lan Xichen would fulfill his wish, wasn’t sure he wouldn’t condemn the child for his name. The sect leader wanted to feel hurt because of it, wanted to be affronted, if it weren’t for the fact that he had condemned many others for the same fault and let them be slaughtered not long ago.
“I promise, Wangji. He will be safe”, he vowed with as much silent force as possible and the naked relief in his brothers eyes was staggering.
“Sect Leader Lan!”, called out a voice behind him and he turned around to see disciples hurrying in their direction. He wanted to call out to them, tell them to find a doctor, when a heavy thump sounded behind him. Alarmed, he whirled around, and gasped, terrifying fear gripping his heart tightly.
“Wangji!”, he called and let himself fall to his knees, the child still pressed against his chest, but his brother didn’t react.
He had fallen down where he had stood, his limbs splayed on the ground, his unbound hair covering the grass in tangled, matted strands. The light blue robes on his back were a frighteningly dark shade of red, his wounds having bled through the bandages after being strained so soon, the lines of the strokes visible even through the many layers of cloth. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breath becoming more labored with every exhale and his cheeks burning brighter by the moment.
“Sect Leader Lan! Second Young Master!” The disciples calling out reminded Lan Xichen of their presence and he tried to get himself together enough to be able to speak without his voice trembling.
“Get the doctors and a stretcher. Hurry!” He didn’t care if his last order was spoken too harshly or too loudly and didn’t wait until the disciples fast-walked to do as they were told.
With his heart pounding heavily in his chest and dizzying fear choking him, making himself struggle for every breath just like his brother and the child, he took one of his brother’s cold, limp hands and closed his own around it tightly, holding on with all his might.
While the torrent of fear, guilt and horror tore him apart inside, making him feel as if he was plummeting down an endless tunnel, falling into disabling doubt and uncertainty.
Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 22 – Warmth
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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The windows in the Jingshi were open, cold autumn wind blowing through the house, bringing with it dried leaves and the first wisps of nightly fog, cooling the temperature down to chilly levels. The air was almost frigid on their skin, nearly naked with only their underrobes barely covering them, pushed down to hang off their arms.
But no matter the chilly air, Lan Wangji wasn’t cold. How could he? There was warm skin pressed right up to his own, warm hands cradling his head, warm breath upon his face and silver eyes, like sparkling stars in the night sky, staring right into his own, filling him with love and awe and comfort.
He didn’t care about the cold, only pulled that warm, beloved body closer, crushing that precious weight against him until all he could feel was warmth, warmth, warmth, in the arms of his love.