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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]

[all Lan Wangji can think to do about it is to kiss him until that uncertainty goes out of his head temporarily, or at least try... coaxing but urgent, wanting that, wanting Wei Wuxian to feel how much Lan Wangji wants for even a moment]

[laughitoff]

[it's not impossible; Wei Wuxian also wants to stop thinking for a while. he goes heavy on top of Lan Wangji, wrenching emotion slowly giving way to soft hunger.]

[strikingchords]

[he doesn't stop until they're breathless and Wei Wuxian's mind is at least more on being wanted than why. wraps his arms around him fiercely after, almost toomuch to let them get their air back, mouth against Wei Wuxian's ear]

Mine.

[laughitoff]

[clenches his hands quietly in Lan Wangji's robe where they've fallen, eyes wet and breath ragged]

Yes.

[strikingchords]

[good. breathes for a moment, letting that call-and-response settle into him]

[laughitoff]

[he still aches dully, but it's a little easier to deal with while holding onto Lan Wangji like an anchor, somehow]

[strikingchords]

[he can't say "you did well." "you tried" sounds patronizing and useless. but he wants to express that strange heartsore admiration somehow, still, so instead he fingercombs Wei Wuxian's sleep-touseled hair out like it's critically important to do so, as if he's made of gold and every strand is precious]

...

[laughitoff]

[it helps ease his breathing, that now-familiar motion. closes his eyes.]

[strikingchords]

[they are a dumb achey pile of mixed emotions. it's strangely comfortable, even if it hurts; for Lan Wangji, too.]

[laughitoff]

[he vaguely contemplates rolling them over, letting them lose themselves even more thoroughly in their own bodies and distance themselves from all this for a little while, but he doesn't quite have the energy.]

[strikingchords]

[he feels Lan Wangji follow the impulse, echo his conclusion, the very restrained wry flicker of amusement; touches the corner of Wei Wuxian's wonderful infuriating mouth with a fingertip, not trying to shush him this time]

[laughitoff]

[nips his finger anyway, because he is himself]

[strikingchords]

[...the corners of his eyes crinkle a little bit... he lets him]

[laughitoff]

[looks up at him after, face soft, eyes sad]

I don’t think I can go back to sleep.

[strikingchords]

[he does not think he could sleep immediately either. he can feel parts of him that he ignored immediately after Wei Wuxian's confession still processing the news, twinging like a phantom limb at stray thoughts: how much did it hurt? does it still hurt now?]

Shall we walk?

[laughitoff]

[it is still so easy, habitual, to push someone away even now when he is feeling vulnerable. Lan Zhan's curfew is stricter than mine, isn't it? he wants to say. Lan Zhan should go back to sleep, I'll walk by myself and rejoin him later. he has to consciously swallow it.]

We can walk.

[strikingchords]

[tugs on a piece of his hair gently and shifts to rise]

[laughitoff]

[rolls off him to allow it, though he just sits on the edge of the bed for a minute, feeling weirdly weighed down and unable to rise]

[strikingchords]

[...doesn't get all the way up right away... sits next to him for the moment]

[laughitoff]

[eventually, he takes his hand.]

[strikingchords]

[oh...

his heart turns over again. he stands himself up and uses it to tug Wei Wuxian gracefully to his feet]

[laughitoff]

[leans into him a bit once they're up, but they can move out of the villa, sure.]

[strikingchords]

[they can take a peaceful nerve-settling stroll... which winds up, at some point, at the courtyard.]