❃ . . . 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢'𝚜 ᴼᴾᴱᴺ 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 . 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 l̳o̳g̳ ̳b̳r̳i̳d̳g̳e̳ : 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 .
. . . 𝚠𝚎𝚒 𝚠𝚞𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 , : 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 .
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❃ . . . 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢'𝚜 ᴼᴾᴱᴺ 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 . 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 l̳o̳g̳ ̳b̳r̳i̳d̳g̳e̳ : 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 .
. . . 𝚠𝚎𝚒 𝚠𝚞𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 , : 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 .
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blame mia for tempting me to make a jc 😤 giving me all these ideas hmph .... i’m doing a hard thonk rn
Wei Wuxian | Ep. 35
Chenqing twirls between lithe fingers , the repetitiveness of it almost calming , allowing Wei Wuxian a moment to steady his mind : to focus it . a mind that has been slowly pulling apart by the seams , stitched back together by his own stubbornness . . . but even that would not hold it for long . further && further he goes into the storm raging within , yet he does not have the strength to tame it , only to delay it for a while . how easy it would be just to give in to the tempest , to be swept along with it’s current && fade away into nothingness . such peace he has not known since he was a child . . . it would be a welcome respite .
but a simple tug pulls him back , almost like a tether to his own body . stone grey hues crack open lazily to glance at the miscreant who dared interrupt him . . . his saviour . another haphazard stitch is placed upon the peeling fabric of his mind , sealing off the beckoning abyss that tempts him each time he delves too far .
❛ do you need me to watch you every minute of the day ? ❜ a familiar smirk curls his lips as he turns towards the other , Wuxian’s desired attention fully set on the younger . ❛ I thought we’ve established that I trust you enough to let you wander around on your own . unless you want me to watch you ? ❜
dark brows quirk up at the other , glancing down at the red ribbon still held between Xue Yang’s fingers , ❛ or is it just my ribbon that you like ? ❜
.•❁•. @saccharot said : gives his hair ribbon a gentle tug to get his attention, his smile blatantly insolent. “you’re ignoring me. try to set a better example, senior.”
happy birthday!!! i hope you have a nice day and eat something yummy ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ✨💗
oh my gosh this is so sweet !! thank you so much 🥺 I ate so many yummy things yesterday but the best thing is that I’ve still got leftovers ehehe <3
squeals of unbridled laughter fill the room , this is not the first time Xichen has showed an extended interest in Wuxian’s neck && Wei Ying doesn’t have the heart to tell him to stop . . . nor any intention to do so either . && why should he , when it felt so incredibly good ? of course , he wouldn’t admit to it just yet . a certain air of mystery had to be kept lest the older man gets bored . though the marks that Xichen tended to leave after such kisses were often difficult to hide && had already brought trouble their way a number of times .
❛ a - ah ! Chenchen ! careful this time , we don’t want your uncle to see ! ❜ Wei Ying would rather not have a repeat of last time , despite being the one who started the whole ordeal in the first place . it was worth it to see the expression on Meng Yao’s face but . . . the punishment that Xichen bore on his behalf erased any smugness that Wei Wuxian might have felt at that moment .
still , arms wrap tighter around the other’s waist , angling his head to give his lover better access to reddening skin .
❛ bite me , Chenchen ! ❜ well , there goes that plan about being careful . . .
.•❁•. @graceflute said : *chenchen gives yingyang neck kisses*
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. I can’t seem to write anything but angst lately ajsjsjs I blame @graceflute 😤
Wei Wuxian ⟡ episode 36
leaning against the stone entrance of the burial mounds, mingyu heard about father wei’s return. and even though she was still very young when he was in her life, and died, xichen had ensured her memory of him was kept alive. telling her all the stories, of them and how they fell in love, but just as well of every moment she had with him. even if it were as silly as playing with lanterns, or how he taught her to swim in the cold ponds. ‘’so you weren’t even planning to come and see me?’’ would he even recognize her ?
she’s trying not to be nervous, she didn’t have a clear sight on his face yet —- not until he turns around that is. despite her nonchalant demeanor, how father lan keeps reminding her how she took his physical behaviors. she knew it often made xichen smile in the last couple of years before his resurrection. certainly so, because it reminded him of the love of his life. ‘’oh, right … manners.’’ it was more done so mockingly, after he turned to face her that is. putting hands together to bow as you’d adress seniors.
@resentflute same verse heheh.
that voice . . . faintly familiar , though he can’t quite place where he’s heard it before . but he recognises the sharpness of the words , the tone with which the accusation is flung in his direction . she has grown . . . this he can tell just by a single question . Wei Wuxian remains with his back turned , savouring the precious memories of the little girl that clung to his neck with abandon && hung on every silly word that came out of his mouth . he bids farewell to the memory , those days were long past && the girl has grown into a woman .
❛ Mingyu , ❜ her name catches on a breath the moment grey hues settle upon his daughter , lips lifting in the beginnings of a smile yet it fades before it even has the chance to flourish . to be able to see her like this , all grown , was another miracle he didn’t deserve . how she must resent him now . ❛ I didn’t think you’d want to see me . ❜ he replies softly , as though careful not to break the fragile bond between them .
the hesitant smile makes another reappearance as she executes her bow , albeit halfheartedly . ❛ Xichen taught you well , ❜ fondness shines through watery gaze , his hands aching to wrap around her lithe figure yet he holds himself back . Wuxian doubts she would appreciate it . ❛ are you . . . happy ? ❜
“When you’re looking at someone you cannot deem their qualities by only looking at what is right and wrong or black and white. What matters is what their heart believes in.” / c.
.•❃•. lan xichen // memorystxrs :
frowning in return those harsh words, this is not how he planned to reunite with the other. why does he still look for him ? ah, maybe it wasn’t so strange that wei ying questions his affection for him. after all, they had been opposite from each other when it counted most. he should have prevented his death, should have… done something. things escalated so quickly, death piling up, and he had been unable to reach wei ying– only afterwards finding out about what happened to lady jiang, it certainly explained how things spiraled even more.
part of him knows, believes, that wei ying went too far. that he should’ve made different decisions, should’ve listened by not cultivating resentful energy. and why— when his own skills had been powerful enough, he had excelled many his age. it still didn’t make sense. not to him, not to wangji, even sect leader jiang couldn’t explain. even before he could answer the first words, the next were spoken. perhaps this time it was xichen who was stubborn, unwilling to accept that he’d been the only one developing feelings.
‘’ a-ying, ‘’ his voice pleading, speaking to the parts of the man that he believes still cares, and perhaps is even as fond of him as xichen is of him. ‘’ there’s no need to lie. we both know, i would not have went through with marrying you if i thought you couldn’t lead a happy life by my side. nor if you genuinely didn’t want to. ‘’ he had been lucky to have become so fond of a-ying, while love had not been part of the agreement. it had happened to them. no matter how much changed, he won’t believe otherwise.
‘‘ say it then. ’‘ his voice was firm, but not as distant and unwavering. it was pained. despite believing, or wanting to believe, that it was a lie.. his chest tightens painfully upon holding wei ying’s gaze. ‘‘ say you never loved me, and i will do as you say and let you go. ‘‘ he dislikes this, the distance between them, even the way he speaks his courtesy name so formally. so coldly. no matter how hard he tries, the thought ‘what if he isn’t lying?’ festers in his mind, clinging at his heart as if to suffocate him.
to say those words , to cause unbearable pain to the man who has showed him nothing but kindness would undoubtedly damn his soul for all eternity . && even that would not be enough punishment for ripping apart Xichen’s heart , ruining his life . . . over && over . tears glisten in stone - grey eyes , threatening to spill upon taut cheeks as the ultimatum given to him weighs heavy on weary shoulders . he lowers his gaze to the ground , unable to meet the other’s stare any longer as yet another step is taken away from him .
❛ don’t , ❜ his whole body trembles from the restraint he valiantly places upon his emotions , sealing away the heart that beats frantically in sync with his husband’s . ❛ don’t make me say it . ❜ many despicable acts he has done , blood - stained hands evidence of the guilt he can never wipe away . . . but not this . oh gods , please not this !
❛ I have caused you so much pain . . . so much misery . why can’t you let me go ? forget about me , Xichen . I have died a long time ago . let my memory rest . ❜ a desperate plea , hand clenching at his side where once an ebony flute had been his companion . Wuxian had been brought back for one reason only . . . revenge . the marks on his wrist burn vengefully . he cherishes each one : their presence a lifeline , a guarantee of each breath he takes . but they are also a reminder of borrowed time , of the purpose his is to fulfil .
❛ don’t make me hurt you over and over again . let me go , Chenchen . ❜
“Why would a living person worry about what happens after they die? I’ll just live freely for as long as possible.”
GUIDELINES. MUSE LIST. LOVE. written by doe.