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Wei Wuxian 魏无羡
22 / M / Hell

THE FEARSOME YILING PATRIARCH! DRIVING EVIL FROM YOUR DOOR WITH A GREATER EVIL! LOVES MILD FOOD, CUTE PUPPIES, LONG WALKS IN THE BURIAL MOUNDS AND KILLING ALL YOUR LOVED ONES!

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/ScI5Hsw.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> got horribly cursed by Wei Wuxian!</span> CURSE

<lj-raw><span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/P3gZl1b.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"> <b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> declared Wei Wuxian a heretic! <blockquote style="border-left:5px solid #ddd;padding:0 0 0 10px;"> Message_content </blockquote></span></lj-raw> DENOUNCE

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2B4FYG.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> challenged Wei Wuxian to a duel!</span> FIGHT

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[strikingchords]

[low and raw; Wei Wuxian can feel wet under his hand]

Do not say "too late."

[laughitoff]

I won't, then. I won't.

[runs a gentle thumb over the track of those tears, wiping them away]

[strikingchords]

[he leans into it the slightest bit. his face is still neutral, under Wei Wuxian's hand. his breathing is only a little roughened. it's almost the same as Wei Wuxian remembers; except for the damp and his pounding heart there's nearly no sign.]

...

[laughitoff]

Shhh.

[leans in to brush his lips over Lan Wangji's other cheek, quiet and soft]

[strikingchords]

[there's salt and wet under his mouth, too. Lan Wangji goes entirely still, a carved-jade statue]

[laughitoff]

[kisses away the tears, careful and cautious]

[strikingchords]

[except for the warm skin under Wei Wuxian's lips and the catch in Lan Wangji's breathing, he might as might well be kissing a statue. but no; his heart is thundering against Wei Wuxian's ribs.

his arms tighten around Wei Wuxian the barest inch after a long, agonizing moment]

Wei Ying.

[laughitoff]

[murmurs against his cheek]

I don't know what to do when you're sad. I want to make you feel better.

[strikingchords]

[quiet, nearly hoarse]

Stay.

[laughitoff]

I'm here, aren't I?

[strikingchords]

[his arms tighten a little further.]

Stay.

[laughitoff]

[...settles a little more firmly in Lan Wangji's lap, like he's trying to convince him, and kisses him on the mouth...]

[strikingchords]

[tilts his head back, lips parting under Wei Wuxian's]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian's mouth tastes a little like salt; it's soft and gentle and slow, like he's still trying to comfort him. Wei Wuxian's fingers thread into his hair, somewhere below where the ribbon lies. it's warm.]

[strikingchords]

[very slowly slides his own hands up, fingers tangling into Wei Wuxian's own hair, closing on it in a spasmodic grip; they're shockingly heavy and firm, holding his head in place as surely as his arms are holding Wei Wuxian's body up, even if he's not doing anything much yet. his closed eyelids and mouth tremble.]

[laughitoff]

[makes a soft startled noise at the shift, but doesn't tug away at all...]

[strikingchords]

[he tugs Wei Wuxian closer, taking a deep breath, and... just like that, he's kissing back. catches Wei Wuxian's lip in his teeth briefly before deepening the kiss with a hungry little noise...]

[laughitoff]

[shivers all over, electric and shocked, and then deepens it, with his own clumsy largely-untapped hunger]

[strikingchords]

[ah; Lan Wangji's thin lips are soft under Wei Wuxian's, just like he remembered from their brief kisses before. this one is not brief. this one is raw: tears still on Lan Wangji's face, his mouth fierce, arms around Wei Wuxian like a vice. it's as if he's trying to put paid to any possibility of Wei Wuxian going back on that implied but not-quite-given promise to stay; as if he's trying to kiss him till he forgets how.]

[laughitoff]

[yeah he's no match for that, overwhelmed almost immediately, mouth yielding and body going weak in Lan Wangji's arms, settling forward against him. a whimper escapes him as they kiss and kiss and kiss, his fingers tangling and trembling in Lan Wangji's hair]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji's breathing is rough in a different way when they have to stop to breathe. he doesn't pull away for a moment, eyes still closed, still breathing Wei Wuxian's air; his grip doesn't shift in the slightest. it's like his arms are steel bars tbh]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian is almost curled up into him, panting, and not trying to escape at all...]

[strikingchords]

[shifts and looks up at him with that burning, devouring intensity, the one that always draws him in like a magnet even when it sends him skittering away; the question what does that look want from me?! feels a little different, here, in context.

roughly:]

Wei Ying.

[laughitoff]

Lan...Lan Zhan...?

[looks COMPLETELY off-balance, flushed, mouth still parted]

[strikingchords]

[shifts his hand to cup Wei Wuxian's face, fingers trailing rough and shaking along Wei Wuxian's own throat and cheek to cradle it]