Art for Sweet as Nectar by avethebee (WangXian | Fae!Lan Wangji)
Wei Wuxian was 5 when he first met the butterfly boy, shivering and terrified in the woods after running from the car wreckage.
He was 16 when they shared their first clumsy kiss in the school parking lot, his hands running over the wings tucked away underneath Lan Wangji's shirt, whispering promises of forever.
He was 19 when he took the whip meant for Lan Wangji.
This is essentially set in what will be ‘book 2′ of my vampire!wwx au but you don’t necessarily need to read what I’ve written so far for it to make sense.
Lan Wangji was in pain. It had started around midnight as he and Wei Wuxian prowled the back alleys between clubs, thumping music spilling out of back doors, women giggling, men hollering at each other. At first it was just an ache in his core. Strange, but not horrible. But then it spread rapidly, ache turning to cramps, turning to sharp, stabbing pains all over his body, under his skin, in his head. He crumpled, curled into Wei Wuxian’s arms before he could hit the concrete. He must have called his name but all that he could hear was a loud, incessant ringing, all he could see was black and red swarming his vision, and then nothing.
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He came to in the motel room they had set up in for the week, Wei Wuxian yelling into a phone, his back to the bed.
“I don’t care if they kill me, they have to know something!” He gesticulated wildly, before spinning to face him. “Look, please just give him my number, I have to go.” Lan Wangji can hear, clear as day, Jiang Cheng’s angry, staticky voice through the phone before Wei Wuxian hangs up unceremoniously. He’s by his side in seconds. “Lan Zhan! How do you feel?” Lan Wangji breathes in, taking stock of his body.
“I feel…” He looked at Wei Wuxian’s expectant face. “Fine?” In truth, he felt better than fine, but with each second everything seemed… more. Every breath sang in his veins, despite the musty smell of the room. He could see every mote of light, could feel the weight of it on his skin as he raised a hand to shade his burning eyes from the bedside lamp. He hears a noise of comprehension and a click and the world becomes softer. He lowers his hand. He can still see perfectly fine, despite the lack of light source. He can still make out every detail, every colour in the room. The bed sags as Wei Wuxian sits next to him.
“Do you know what happened?” His voice is soft, as if speaking to a frightened animal. Lan Wangji is mesmerised by his eyes, the red seeming to catch every stray bit of light. He shakes his head in wonder. Wei Wuxian sighs.
“Why were you on the phone with Jiang Cheng?” He asks.
“Ah, you heard?” He glances aside, sheepish. “I should have expected that. I just wanted to confirm something, but your family has even more information that they seem to have left you in the dark about.” He frowns, turning back to Lan Wangji. “I guess it’s time we talked about fae, and their unending fascination with humans.”
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Lan Wangji stared at the reflection. It was him, but also… not. He had been called a beauty before but this could only be described as… ethereal. His pale skin seemed to glow like moonlight and his eyes were molten as they traced his features. His hair seemed lighter too, both in colour and style. He raised a hand to the glass, noting the difference. It seemed that only the mirror showed these strange details. He looked to the figure behind him in the mirror, golden eyes catching red.
“Wei Ying, why does the mirror show something different to what I see?” Wei Wuxian blinks before tapping at his nose.
“It could be you can’t see through your own natural glamour,” he muses. “Reflections will always show the truth though, unless it’s an extremely high tier spell,” he explains. Lan Wangji looks at his hands.
“Is that how you could tell I’d… changed?” Into what exactly neither were sure of— only that someone in Lan Wangji’s family line was fae, and had passed the trait onto him. Fae. That’s what he was, apparently, now that he’d ‘come of age’.
“Yeah!” He smiles, “I didn’t know vampires could see through natural glamours!” Lan Wangji looks at him fondly.
“It doesn’t seem to be a well-known fact.” When he had discovered Wei Wuxian’s condition, and his family’s lies, he had jumped head-first into research to help Wei Wuxian learn control. It was a perilous time.
“Well, it’ll come in handy if—” Wei Wuxian was interrupted by a tinny rendition of some pop song coming from his pocket. He pulled out his phone and hummed. “I wasn’t expecting him to call so soon.” He looked at Lan Wangji. “I told Jiang Cheng to give your brother my number, to see if he had any information.” Lan Wangji’s eyes widened. “It’s fine!” Wei Wuxian tried to reassure him, “it’s not like they can find us so easily!” He bit his lip gently. “Well, this should be interesting,” he said, and hit the call button, bringing the phone to his ear.
