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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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[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]

[laughitoff]

[leans into the touch helplessly]

Say...say something...

[strikingchords]

[his eyes are so striking, in the firelight.]

Stay.

[he tilts Wei Wuxian's face with his hand; brings their mouths together gently this time, like a man lowering a lotus blossom back to the water]

[laughitoff]

[makes another soft astonished sound, his own hands sliding down to cup Lan Wangji's face with great care; letting him lead]

[strikingchords]

[this one starts soft, pleading, trying to draw him in rather than knock him off balance; Lan Wangji's fingers tighten in his hair next to his face but don't drag him down. almost sweet...]

[laughitoff]

[he shivers and shivers and falls into it, inexorable, his own care giving way to something hungrier, his body pressing forward against Lan Wangji's, his own heart pounding; he wants this]

[strikingchords]

[this kiss is slower but more intense, if anything. it goes on and on and on, deep and languid and dazed, exploring; Lan Wangji pauses to let them breathe without taking his mouth away and then immediately dives back in with redoubled hunger as soon as it hits him that they've stopped intolerably for a moment. he's shaking, when it finally breaks this time.]

...

[laughitoff]

[he's making tiny wrecked noises and has a hand fisted in the layers of Lan Wangji's robes by then. he's shaking too; it's impossible to tell where one of theirs ends and the other's begins]

A-ah--

[strikingchords]

[presses his lips gently to his throat, still shaken, almost desperate]

[laughitoff]

Please--

[strikingchords]

[stops himself, with an incredible effort of will; mouth still moving against Wei Wuxian's skin]

Please?

[laughitoff]

[cups the back of Lan Wangji's head and presses him forward with a little moan, heedless of the silk of the forehead ribbon under his hand]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji lets out a little growl of pure need and bends his head forward for Wei Wuxian's throat like he's something feral, impossibly hungry for him; Wei Wuxian feels the jerk of his muscles as he pulls him close, feels the electric sensation of his teeth digging in hit the base of his spine and skull at once with a jolt--

then he's awake, suddenly, staring at the ceiling in his villa in the dim red glow of the Blood Pool, throat aching with phantom pain and, possibly otherwise distracted.]

[laughitoff]

[after

a while?

Lan Wangji gets a text]

?

[strikingchords]

[the call button on his phone lights up green, the phone vibrating in his hand.]

[laughitoff]

[his voice is just barely steady when he picks up]

Lan Zhan?

[strikingchords]

Wei Ying.

[oh god, his voice still has that growl under the steadiness of it, it's exactly the same]

[laughitoff]

[cLAPS A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH SO HE DOESN'T MAKE A NOISE INTO THE PHONE]

[strikingchords]

[he can hear Lan Wangji take a deep breath.]

...

Come here.

[laughitoff]

[aaaaaa aaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aa aaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaa aa a aa a a aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

aaa.

finally:]

Where?