Alright, another idea for you! For the danmei club prompt ask thing:
NingXian, Burial Mounds settlement days, Wen Ning lovingly bullying WWX to take care of himself. Sad eyes/ puppy eyes are fair use, regardless of what wwx says.
Gimme bittersweet. Maybe alpha!Ning? Do sentient corpses still have scents?
Yes they do, cuz I say so. But I am limiting Wen Ning's alpha-ness to just scents, being able to mate/bond and using the bond to feel what his mate feels. No sex for poor dead guy oop. Zilia, this isnt just for Jaq, this is for you too because you're the first person in my orbit who started chanting "NingXian. NingXian. NingXian".
Instead of 500 words, have 4.1k (what a horrible number) words instead!
“Are you alright?” He couldn’t hide the concern in his tone. Wei Wuxian had just come out after his self-imposed heat confinement and he looked terrible. He was gorgeous as always of course, but the Burial Mounds were hard on the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation too. Although the way he looked now was way worse than he usually did which seemed impossible yet here they were.
“I am fine, all good, see?” He assured or tried to. The hoarseness of his voice gave away how long he had been screaming for an alpha who would never come. Wen Ning was seeing alright.
“Sit here, I’ll bring some broth. Heats are already hard on omegas and they get worse if you intentionally starve yourself.” He pushed him to sit on a fallen log and Wei Wuxian startled, a guilty expression contorting his face. Wen Ning had a good idea of the self-sacrificial bullshit going on in the omega’s head that made him so reckless with himself.
When he handed the bowl to him, Wei Wuxian immediately began employing his puppy eyes. Now, Wen Ning wasn’t a strong man, wasn’t one even in life and as an alpha, he really couldn’t remain unaffected by an omega he cared for but this was ridiculous. “Eat,” he said and the omega pouted harder.
“This is too much A-Ning! We could give half of it to A-Yuan, or Popo or-“
“Eat,” he simply said but then decided he much rather keep vigil unless Wei Wuxian tried sneaking away to give his food over. “Want me to feed you?” He asked and Wei Wuxian grinned and nodded.
The smile left his face when Wen Ning took the bowl from him and his cheeks darkened to a rare rosy hue that would have Wen Ning swooning if he wasn’t busy trying to coddle him. He’ll revisit that sight and fixate on it later. Right now, he was going to enjoy Wei Wuxian sputtering about not being an invalid. The omega wasn’t the only one who could turn the tables and fluster others.
“This is ridiculous, I could’ve shared this much food with someone. It's being wasted on-”
“Xian-ge!” He turned and widened his eyes, pouting slightly and Wei Wuxian gulped and clamped his mouth shut. Wen Ning wasn’t above playing dirty and he knew exactly how susceptible Wei Wuxian was to his own puppy eyes. Hell even Jiejie wasn’t above falling for them so who was Wei Wuxian in the grand scheme of disguised manipulation?
“You don’t fight fair,” he whined and focused his attention back on the bowl, as if glaring would make it vanish into thin air A beat of silence passed as Wei Wuxian scowled and then downed the entire bowl in one go, sputtering about radishes and the lack of spice.
There's more ofc, but please go read it on AO3 :D
Please give a round of applause and listen to the song that inspired the vibes and how I went about this fic! aka REFRAIN by Miyano Mamoru!
Geralt hasn't come in two years and he's reaching a breaking point. Luckily for him, there's a man that just might be able to help him let go and finally get that release he's been needing.
I don't even know what this is other than not good ok read at your own risk
Summary: When you get bored at your friends’ house and start looking for ways to occupy yourself on your phone, your innocent texting gives Grayson an idea.
Word Count: 2,566
Warnings: it’s not like full on smut but its kinda saucy; not good
"I'm so bored," Grayson said as you sat with him on their living room couch, watching Ethan play Fortnite.
"Same," you sighed. When the twins had asked you to hang out, you didn't envision lazing around all day watching them play video games.
"Don't worry guys, I'm almost done," Ethan said for the third time since you'd gotten to their house over an hour ago, craning his neck to look at the two of you over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah," you shook your head and waved him off while pulling out your phone, trying to find some way to occupy yourself. You remembered that you had downloaded Tinder a few days before, so you opened the app to see if you had any new messages.
From: Tyler
Hey ;)
You rolled your eyes at the winky face but decided to message him back anyway, just to see how much you could tease him before he got mad.
To: Tyler
Sup
From: Tyler
Not much, laying in bed wishing I had someone here with me
To: Tyler
Is that right
From: Tyler
Yeah :/ what u up to
To: Tyler
Hanging out with a couple of my friends but they're being boring
From: Tyler
Hmm. I could keep you entertained ;)
To: Tyler
You think so?
From: Tyler
Oh yeah. You'd be having a ton of fun if you were here now ;)
To: Tyler
What would we be doing
From: Tyler
Whatever you want
To: Tyler
Monopoly
You laughed lightly at your response, thinking that the conversation was probably over after that, so you locked your phone and turned your attention back to the boys. Grayson was on his phone and Ethan was still playing Fortnite. You sighed and picked your phone back up, surprised to see that Tyler had messaged you back.
From: Tyler
I think I can think of something even more fun
To: Tyler
Like what
From: Tyler
Like burying my dick so far inside you that you feel it in your throat
To: Tyler
Eh
From: Tyler
Eh?
To: Tyler
No guy has ever given me an orgasm so your offer doesn't really thrill me
From: Tyler
I could give you multiple
You let out a loud snort as you typed out your response.
To: Tyler
That's what they all say
"What?"
"Huh?" you whipped your head in the direction the sound came from.
"What are you laughing at?" Grayson asked.
"Oh," you chuckled and handed him your phone. "Some guy on tinder."
Grayson was silent for a few moments while he read through your conversation on tinder. You watched him as his eyes moved back and forth across the screen, cracking a smile when he saw your Monopoly comment. His expression quickly changed, however, his jaw clenching and a stormy look settling in his eyes. He slowly turned his gaze to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.
"Are you serious?" Grayson asked.
"W-what?" you asked, his sudden mood shift making you a little nervous.
"You've never had an orgasm?"
"I didn't say I've never had one," you could feel yourself blushing with embarrassment. "Just that no guy has ever given me one," you mumbled.
"Didn't you date that one guy for like, six months?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Six months and he couldn't figure out how to make you cum?"
You just shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed even though you really had no reason to. It wasn't your fault that your ex had no knowledge of the female anatomy.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Grayson said, as if he could read your mind. "It's not your fault you've been fucking scrubs... well, actually, maybe it is," Grayson laughed.
You huffed and looked to Ethan to defend you, only to find that he was still completely engrossed in his video game, his headset drowning out the conversation between you and Grayson. You took your phone back from him and crossed your arms, slumping against the couch.
"Don't pout," Grayson said, a smile clear in his voice.
"I'm not," you insisted, even though you knew you were.
"Hmm," Grayson hummed and rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should keep talking to that guy and see what happens. Maybe if you got some dick you wouldn't be so moody," he teased.
You turned to face him and gave him the best glare you could manage. He was already looking at you with an annoying smirk on his face. Grayson loved to tease you, and even though you knew it was all in good fun, sometimes you wished he'd just shut up.
"Probably wouldn't matter anyway," he said without breaking eye contact. You rolled your eyes and focused back on what Ethan was doing. Ethan, who was frantically punching buttons on his controller and occasionally yelling at the TV, was still completely unaware of your exchange with Grayson.
You sat and watched Ethan for a while, and you were just about to complain about your boredom again when Grayson's hand landed on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. You turned to look at him, your eyes as wide as saucers. Grayson's eyes were trained on the TV, but his mouth held a tiny smirk.
"What are you doing?" you whisper-yelled at him.
"Don't worry about it," he grumbled while pushing his fingertips just under the edge of your shorts.
"I'm serious Grayson," you said quietly with a slight tremble in your voice.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop," he finally looked over and met your gaze with his hooded eyes. He kept eye contact as he pushed his fingers further under your shorts, so they were grazing the edge of your cotton panties.
"S-s..." Grayson raised his eyebrows, but continued to slowly inch forward towards where you couldn't decide if you wanted him or not.
"Stop?" he asked in a low voice. You mulled it over in your head for a moment. You turned away from him, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You decided to throw caution to the wind, and when you turned to look at him again, there was fire in your eyes.
"You really think you'd be able to get me there, Grayson?" you challenged.
"I know I can," he said, a cocky look on his face.
"Mmm," you hummed, giving him a smug smile. "That's what they all say."
Grayson's eyes darkened and the cocky smile vanished from his face. He pushed his fingers the rest of the way under your shorts and ran his index finger between your folds. He bit the inside of his cheek in frustration upon realizing that you were bone fuckin' dry.
He pulled his hand away from you and inserted his index and middle fingers into his mouth to add a little lubrication, since you weren't giving him any, and quickly shoved his hand back beneath the leg of your shorts. Grayson began rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you did your best to react as little as possible. However, you couldn't stop the tiny gasp that escaped your lips, allowing Grayson's smirk to reappear.
"Don't get cocky on me, hun," you quietly chided. "I want you to succeed."
"I will," he mumbled. He brought a finger down to run between your folds again, pleased to find a little more moisture there than the first time.
Grayson suddenly pulled his hand away from you, and you were about to ask why when he pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts in order to get a better angle. His fingers went back to working on your clit, faster and with more pressure this time. You bit hard on your lip and glanced at Ethan, who's attention was still completely focused on his game.
You were starting to get bored with the rubbing, and you were just about to tell Grayson to do something else when he started teasing your entrance with his middle finger.
"Do it," you whispered. Satisfied with your permission, Grayson slowly eased his finger inside you. It burned for a second, but that soon gave way to pleasure when he quickly found your G spot. Your muscles involuntarily tensed when he curled his finger, and your legs clamped shut around his hand. Grayson reached over and gripped your knee with his free hand so he could keep your legs open. He hooked your leg over his own so that it was trapped between his thighs, and he continued his work on your now fairly wet pussy.
"Wish you weren't wearing these shorts," Grayson rasped. "It would be a whole lot easier."
"Mmm," was the only response you could manage. You were enjoying what Grayson was doing, but you could feel your body quickly getting used to it, so you needed him to switch things up.
"Another," you breathed. Grayson looked at you as he did what you asked. He liked watching how you reacted to the new feeling, how your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back and your body slightly convulsed. It gave him a feeling of confidence and power, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, seeing what he could do to you.
Even though your body reacted a bit dramatically at first, you quickly composed yourself as your eyes focused on Ethan. You couldn't deny that you liked the rush, the dangerous feeling you got from knowing that you could be caught with Grayson's hand down your pants at any moment. Your hands involuntarily drifted up to your chest and you started playing with your nipples over your shirt, all while continuing to watch Ethan play Fortnite.
Grayson noticed you watching his brother, and he didn't like it. He was the one that was knuckle deep in your pussy, all of your attention should be on him.
"Don't look at him," Grayson's gruff voice pulled your focus away from the older twin. "Eyes on me."
You slowly turned your head to face Grayson, your heavy lidded eyes connecting with his. His lips were parted and his tongue was poking out slightly, and you couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if his tongue was doing the work that his fingers currently were. Before your mind got too off track, Grayson curled his fingers so that they scraped against your front wall, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
"Come on, baby," he muttered. "Cum for me."
"Not there yet," you whispered, your eyes drifting back towards Ethan. Before you could fully focus on him, though, Grayson's free hand gripped your jaw and forced you to face him again.
"I told you to keep your eyes on me, sweetheart," Grayson chided.
"Sorry," you cooed. The corner of Grayson's mouth ticked up in a tiny smirk when you apologized, and without warning, he shoved a third finger into your wet cunt and started rubbing hard circles on your clit again with his thumb. You let out a strangled gasp and gripped his wrist to still his motions and allow your body a moment to adjust.
"You okay?" Grayson asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yeah," you slowly loosened your grip on his wrist. "Yeah, I'm good, continue."
"You sure?" he asked, wiggling his fingers ever so slightly. That tiny movement alone was enough to make you eyes roll back in your head.
"Yes I'm sure, please Grayson keep going," your hands travelled back up to your chest as Grayson continued his assault on your dripping core. You gasped loudly when you felt the telltale tightening in your lower abdomen, shocking you by letting you know that your orgasm was close.
"Oh my God, oh my God Grayson, I'm almost there," you whined as quietly as you could, briefly glancing at Ethan to make sure he was still unaware of what was going on behind him. Grayson, of course, didn't like your attention being turned away from him, even for a moment, so his firm grip returned to your jaw and wrenched your face back to look at him.
"You look at me when you cum," he softly demanded. You clung to the last ounce of attitude you had in your body and quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Yes sir."
Grayson's eyes darkened and his fingers curled inside you, almost as if he was clenching his fist, and his thumb rubbed hard against your clit. Before another thought had time to enter your mind, you felt your walls tighten around Grayson's fingers as your orgasm took over your body. Your jaw dropped open but no sound left your mouth save for a few soft gasps, all of your noises trapped in your throat. Grayson moved his thumb from your jaw and hooked it in the corner of your open mouth, pushing it forward to run over your tongue. You closed your mouth around it and bit down lightly before swirling your tongue around his digit, causing a short huff to fall past Grayson's lips.
Grayson let you grind on his hand, riding out your orgasm. You couldn't believe how much better it felt compared to when you got yourself off. By the time your release had run its course, you were out of breath and a thin layer of sweat covered your body. Grayson pulled his hand from your shorts and immediately brought his wet fingers to his mouth so he could taste you.
"Oh my God, Gray-"
"Victory Royale!" Ethan's voice rang out, cutting you off. Your eyes darted back to him to see that he was celebrating his win on Fortnite, spinning in circles in his chair with his hands thrown in the air.
"Victory royale indeed," Grayson mumbled beside you, trying to hold back his shit eating grin. You nudged his shoulder and gave him a look, warning him to keep his mouth shut.
"Okay guys, what do you wanna do?" Ethan asked, his gaze finally settling on the two of you. "Is it hot in here?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "You look a little flushed, (Y/N)."
"Uh, yeah, no, I'm fine, maybe a little warm, but I'm fine," you rambled.
"Okay," he gave you a look and turned back to Grayson. "What do you wanna do?"
"Would you mind going and getting us food? I don't really feel like leaving," Grayson said as he stretched out on the couch.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Ethan agreed. "What do you want?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "Just get whatever you want."
"Alright, fine. (Y/N), want anything specific?"
"I'm fine with whatever," you answered, mind still spinning too much from everything that had happened in the last few minutes to even think of a food that existed.
"Okay, cool, I'll be back soon," Ethan called over his shoulder as he exited the room. You and Grayson sat in silence until Ethan's car was heard leaving the driveway. Once he was sure that Ethan was gone, Grayson stood from his seat on the couch and positioned himself directly in front of you.
"Yes?" you asked, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable I told you so that was coming your way.
"I lied," he said simply.
"What?" you asked, genuine confusion painting your face. "When?"
"Just now. To Ethan," he said as he sunk to his knees in front of you.
For the danmei fanfic nightclub:
XiXian angst possibly prisoner of war canon divergence.
How dare you make me inspired to write ten minutes after waking up? Suffer now!
Cw/Tw: warnings, heavy angst, psychological torture, isolation, self-loathing, suicidal thoughts, near-death experience. Hopeful ending because I am not entirely a monster!
Word Count: 3.2K
“The Lan Clan’s losses can never be compensated, even in a hundred years which is why the Jiang Clan has come up with something. We only hope this formal apology serves to restore the relationship between YunmengJiang and GusuLan. We also wish for Hanguang-jun to have a smooth transition and a better life in his next reincarnation.” Wei Wuxian would joke about how he was proud that Jiang Cheng managed to stay civil and formal at the same time and for such a long time-
“What is it that you’re offering?” Trust Lan Qiren to never waste time with skippable formalities.
“Wei Wuxian, Hanguang-jun’s murderer as a prisoner of war. This will be the last time we will do anything related to Wei Wuxian again. He is under your care now and you may feel fit to do whatever,” he spat the last word towards Wei Wuxian.
-if only he weren’t being sent to his slaughter amidst the internal cheering of the cultivation world.
“We accept, but instead of a prisoner to be tortured, I would like to take Wei Wuxian as my lawful spouse. I would love to live a long life with him. There is no resentment in Cloud Recesses to cloud his mind after all,” Lan Xichen spoke evenly but even from a distance Wei Wuxian could see the gleam of hatred in his eyes. Oh yes, he understood what the Lan Clan Leader was doing. Torture and killing him wouldn’t last as long as a marriage and captivity in the clan would. He would be proud of Lan Xichen for finally showing his true emotions if he wasn’t in danger.
“Lan-zongzhu is most merciful.” He bowed, trying not to clench his fists. There was nothing more he could do. He was Lan Xichen’s to do with as he wished and from the look in his future husband’s eyes, Wei Wuxian would suffer for years. But that’s alright. It’s what he deserves and worse. For being the reason Lan Wangji died. For telling him he was going to destroy the Yin Hu Fu and the mechanics behind it and for letting his guard down around a man so determined to stick around him.
He finished his three bows without fanfare the next day and moved into the Hanshi a few hours later. With everyone he cared for dead and everything important to him having been burned in Lotus Pier years ago, it didn’t take long. He only had to bring himself.
“You’ll sleep on the floor near the brazier,” Lan Xichen informed him and Wei Wuxian gulped before offering a small bow. “The Clan leader needs to look like the paragon of the Clan as such, I must take care of myself before anyone else. I am sure you understand how politics and gossip work, Yiling Laozu.”
He didn’t, and on the off chance he did, he didn’t care about what people thought anyway but he nodded to show he understood.
“Well, I hope you see him in your dreams tonight because I am sure he would’ve loved to see you in his.” It was said lightly but Wei Wuxian understood it for the curse it was. Not even half a day had passed since his sham of a marriage and his husband had already cursed him to nightmares.
“Have a pleasant rest, Lan-zongzhu,” he responded, settling his tired body near the brazier.
The next few weeks were a blur of doing nothing, getting sneered at by everyone and thinking of Lan Wangji. It always got worse if he would look in a direction and remember what Lan Wangji had done in that area years ago. He could picture him stomping around in that elegant manner of his in his mind and it never got easier, knowing he was never coming back.
Because he had learned to be a self-sacrificing fool from staying with him. Wei Wuxian would cuss him out if he wasn’t worried about how every one of his actions could affect his reincarnation. He probably thought too highly of his influence with fate but it was better to be careful.
The constant ache of feeling like something was missing, something was wrong, the nightmares and the bland GusuLan fare that was surprisingly not poisoned caused his health to decline steadily. He lost weight, his body ached constantly and his mind was in tatters, warring with immense guilt and self-hatred at all times of the day. So it wasn’t a surprise when the thin line between his guilt and lack of self-worth finally snapped. Frankly, he was surprised it took two months.
“Excess emotion is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Xichen reminded, as he found his husband with tears streaming down his face again. He didn’t even seem aware he was crying but didn’t look surprised as he wiped his face free of the residue of his guilt.
“Why are you being so cruel to me? You won't let me die and now you don’t want me to feel,” he whispered listlessly, the rays of the setting sun making the harsh lines of his face more pronounced. He had known his husband wasn’t eating but surely a cultivator of his calibre could practice inedia for weeks, couldn’t he?
“Every Clan member has to abide by the rules and you are part of the main family now.” He pointed out.
“I didn’t take you to be so skilled at torture, Zewu-jun, but I was wrong. You’re so good at this, aren’t you? Ordering the kitchens to send me food Lan Zhan used to like better, not stopping anyone from whispering and jeering and taunting my dead family, letting everyone remind me how I failed at being a father before I could ever become one… before I could ever save my A-Yuan.” He choked on a sob and Lan Xichen was surprised. Yuan-er, dead? Who was telling him such lies? “I really despise you.”
“That’s alright. The last person in our clan you seemed to like was my brother and we all know how that went.” It was instinct, lashing out at a husband who never fought back because the guilt of having a hand in his brother’s death was too much for him. If he hadn’t whipped Wangji. If he hadn’t left him unsupervised. If he hadn’t underestimated the depth of his brother’s feelings for Wei Wuxian… It was no wonder Wangji overexerted himself and reached the Burial Mounds before the siege did.
The pain on Wei Wuxian’s face made him stumble. The guilt on his face had left its mark on his once-youthful face. His eyes were dull, and his smile, ever-present in his teenage, was twisted into a loathing grin. One directed at himself.
No. Lan Xichen won't sympathize with that man. Doing so was the cause of his brother’s downfall. He needed to hate him forever and needed to ensure Wei Wuxian got what he deserved and more.
“I didn’t come here to talk to you, I came here to tell you we’re having tea with the elders today. Make yourself presentable. Your Lan robes are there, wear them.” Lan Qiren had gotten Wei Wuxian an ill-fitting –more now than before because of all the weight he had lost— set of robes, plain white to signify that while he was married to the leader, he was nothing more than a prisoner. An unwanted.
Lan Xichen should hate him, he really should. It’d make things easier. So why then, did hearing Wei Wuxian’s heart-wrenchingly agonized sobs make him want to cry too?
“You are a disgrace upon this clan and to every cultivator alive! How dare you look at me with such an accusatory expression?” Elder Zhou yelled, breaking half a dozen rules about composure. Lan Xichen looked at his husband and realized the elder was right. Wei Wuxian was glaring at him. Could it be that he realized who argued with him the most to make sure he punished his brother with the discipline whip?
“You’re only lucky Xichen wanted you alive. Your status as his legal spouse is the only thing keeping us from seeking justice! You don’t deserve to take a single breath of Gusu’s air with all the crimes you’ve committed!” Elder Wang spoke up too and was it him or the Elders had invited them to tea solely to take turns hurling accusations at Wei Wuxian. He had thought this was a formality, yet there seemed to be a reasoning behind every carefully worded barb. And it was working. Wei Wuxian’s clenched hands were shaking, his lower lip was bleeding from how hard he was biting it and there was an unmistakable wetness in his eyes.
“I think that’s quite enough.” He stood up, offering Wei Wuxian his hand. His husband quietly followed his lead. “Don’t forget in whose presence you are because you all have broken two dozen rules so far. Submit yourself for punishment tomorrow.” And then he was leading Wei Wuxian out and away from the Elders. Should’ve done this earlier, a voice in his mind grumbled and he was tempted to agree.
But the damage was done because as soon as they were in the Hanshi, Wei Wuxian fell to his knees, clutching his robes. His surprise made him speechless.
“Kill me, please. I can't do this anymore. Everywhere I look, I see him, I remember the lives I snuffed out and I feel the guilt. It's been getting worse, Zewu-jun, I can no longer take a single breath without feeling weighed down by self-loathing, deserved as it is.” His voice was hoarse from the tears, his form bony from starving himself, yet the grip on his robes was unyielding and spoke of someone who used to have so much power. And now he had been reduced to begging.
“It's killing me, I know that was the purpose but the soul-crushing agony I feel is unbearable. I am going insane and I don’t want to become a danger to the Clan. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I hurt another soul again. So please, please kill me. End this farce and free yourself. Shatter my soul too after so I can never reincarnate again. I don’t have a golden core so it’d be easy and I know I don’t deserve to ask this of you but please make it quick. I want to have one last moment without pain-“
“Wei Wuxian, calm yourself!” He fell to his knees and grabbed his husband’s hands. “Take a deep breath and explain what you mean.” Because he couldn’t have heard that right. Wei Wuxian was the strongest cultivator alive, how could he be that without a golden core?
“I would if it’d make a difference but… I can't, I can't breathe I can’t-“ Lan Xichen realized too late. Wei Wuxian looked dead, his outward appearance reflecting on his mind’s condition. He was right because Wei Wuxian was on the brink of insanity and begging him to kill him so his people stayed safe.
“He’s good, he’s one of the best people out there, Xiongzhang, so please help me bring him to Gusu.”
Ah. So this is what Wangji meant back then. This is why his brother wouldn’t budge in his defences of the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.
I see it, I see it now, Wangji. But am I too late?
His eyes were a dull, lifeless grey. They seemed to be seeing through him. Wei Wuxian was dying. And most of it was his fault. He did this, he tortured the man his brother cared so deeply for with every member of the Clan. He should’ve felt happy, proud of breaking the feared Yiling Laozu. So why then, did the sight of Wei Wuxian almost dead make him feel like scum. Like a murderer. Like someone who killed an innocent.
Because that’s what his husband was. An Innocent. The pieces clicked in his mind. The rumours of Jiang Wanyin losing his core but coming back even stronger. The Demonic Cultivation. The pushing people away. The desire to stay away from Wangji yet be helpless to resist his light. The lack of Yin Hu Fu. The desire to keep one more person safe from his hands if that was the last thing he did.
Wei Wuxian had been innocent and Lan Xichen had committed a heinous, unforgivable crime.
“A-Ying, husband, I am here. I am here.” His hands were clutching at bony shoulders, pulling the man into his arms for a tight embrace. He held him as he shook, body wracked with sobs and unintelligible sounds of grief and guilt and he held him as his own eyes grew misty. He realized how every horrible thing that had happened to this poor, innocent man had his hand in it. He wasn’t any better than the things he was punishing Wei Wuxian for, was he? What was the purpose of being a Clan Leader, someone said to have infinite wisdom, both theoretical and real, if he was going to be blind in the face of his own guilt? He was a disgrace, he had tortured a man whose only crime was caring for others, and he had let others take part in his depraved schemes.
He was a monster.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry, please stay with me. Stay with me!” He couldn’t disguise the desperation in his voice as Wei Wuxian went slack against him. Would he be able to live with himself if Wei Wuxian died? Would he ever be able to face his brother with his hands tainted in his most cherished person’s blood? “A-Ying, A-Ying I am so sorry please don’t leave me, please! I’ll do anything you ask for, give you anything, please don’t go too, please please-“
He heard shouts in the background, he heard the word Qi Deviation being muttered and felt the oppressive feeling of untamed panic as the door to the Hanshi was kicked open. Yet his arms never let go of his husband, even when the world went dark.
He sat up with a harsh breath, wondering where he was. Looking around didn’t tell him anything. He tried to remember what happened, where he was… It was then he noticed a weight on his left hand and turned to look at what had him in such a death grip.
Wei Wuxian slouched on the floor, seemingly asleep. But the grip on his hand was unyielding. It was also warm. Warm with life. Warm with proof that his husband was alive and that he had time to make amends and be a better person for him and Wangji.
“A-Ying,” he whispered, and Wei Wuxian sat up with a grumble, eyes red with interrupted sleep.
“Oh… I should call the healers since you’re awake,” he muttered and moved to get up. Xichen wasn’t having it, so he pulled Wei Wuxian towards him, making him stumble and fall onto him gracelessly.
“Don’t go yet, stay with me, A-Ying,” he whispered in his hair as his arms tightened around his husband. His husband. Wei Wuxian was his husband. How had he never realized how significant that fact was?
“I- alright?” And then he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around Xichen, offering him comfort he didn’t know he needed so badly.
“You’re alright. I didn't lose you…” He shuddered at the thought and felt Wei Wuxian look up at him. “You’re here…”
“I am.” Lying was forbidden in the Cloud Recesses after all. “Where am I?” He still felt disoriented, as if he wasn’t quite feeling or seeing everything around him yet. His head hurt and it made him realize he couldn’t feel his spiritual energy.
“I had to seal your spiritual energy so it wouldn’t harm your meridians. You were qi deviating and I didn’t know what to do. Turns out it was a good idea because Xiansheng told me I just saved your life. It’s a little fascinating, he said he had never thought of stopping a qi deviation fit before it killed or permanently rendered someone from cultivating by sealing the energy and forcing the disruption to contain itself and-“ He tuned out the rambling in favour of staring at his husband’s face. For the first time in years, he saw the passionate interest reminiscent of a scholar again.
The war had taken so much from them all. He had forgotten it had been taken from Wei Wuxian too. His core, his family, his standing in the world, the reputation of his deceased parents. It had taken the spark, the warmth that had made Wei Wuxian Wei Wuxian and none of them had realized.
Seeing him now, so alive and only because he had gotten over his pain and guilt to save Xichen’s life. Watching him gesturing minutely with his hands as if he could draw him a picture of every genius thought that crossed his mind to explain his thoughts better, Lan Xichen realized he was alright. Wei Wuxian was alive and so was he. Their relationship had been riddled with pain and guilt, doomed from the beginning. But maybe, just maybe, they could make something beautiful out of it.
Beautiful… It was the same word he could use to describe Wei Wuxian now, with his eyes full of life and his voice going hoarse from the constant rambling. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting as he stopped his tirade and looked at him with a look full of so much indignance he giggled.
“You’re not even pretending to listen to me!” He wailed dramatically, a triumphant smile touching his lips as Lan Xichen laughed again. So this was Wei Wuxian, the real Wei Wuxian. Someone who was so smart, not just in mind but in action. Someone who was kind and selfless. Someone who found joy in making others happy regardless of who they were and what wrongs they had committed in life.
Lan Xichen didn’t blame his brother anymore. He could see it. Feel the first dregs of infatuation coursing through his veins as Wei Wuxian pouted dramatically at him. Feel a stirring in his heart that could only be the foundation of love as he tightened his hold on his husband. Feel the warmth of a blush as it spread on Wei Wuxian’s cheeks and his ears as he leaned forward to kiss his forehead, whining about how unfair he was being, taking away his thoughts just like that.
“A-Ying,” he sighed and Wei Wuxian’s flush darkened as he looked away from him, a shy smile touching his lips as he hugged him back harder with utmost nonchalance.
“A-Huan…” It was Xichen’s turn to freeze, his face beginning to burn and Wei Wuxian cackled inelegantly in his embrace.
They would be alright. There was a mountain of hurt between them, unanswered questions, withheld knowledge, the grief of losing Wangji, and the lingering effects of war, too. But for once, Xichen was convinced, his optimism not unfounded.
They would be alright and they would be happy. It would take time but he was sure of it, surer than he had ever been of anything.
He smiled down at his husband and pulled him to rest against him, a hand moving to stroke his hair. Wei Wuxian sighed softly and began the process of lecturing him about being reckless and following in his example of idiocy. And as those lips moved against his neck, reprimands falling from them against his skin, he wondered what it’d feel like to kiss them.
For the danmei fanfic nightclub please may I request some modern au Wangxian workplace shenanigans. Where Lan Wangji is just trying to get the job done and Wei Wuxian is a shameless flirt ♡
I aim to please (hopefully) :D
Cooking is Love made Edible (or is it?) - 6.4k Words - Rated T
Summary:
“Wei-xiansheng, please don't,” Jingyi – the Finance intern – begged.
“Now if it isn't my favourite intern! I see you’re jealous of me bestowing Lan Zhan with my affections. So for once, I’ll let you have the first taste!”
In which everyone works in the same company, privacy is but a myth and idiocy is in abundance. Feat. Finance Manager Lan Wangji and the bane of his existence, Marketing Manager Wei Wuxian.
Or as my friend summarized the office environment:
Everyone trying to escape Wei Wuxian's life
And being sucked in anyway
Fic under the cut!
“Lan Zhan! Lan-gege! Oh wait, you have an older brother, so I guess you’re Er-gege! Lan-er-gege! Look at me look at me!” Wei Ying, the Marketing manager flailed around his desk as if he had nothing better to do. He probably didn't, having charmed all his coworkers into waiting on him hand and foot.
“Work hours are not the time to be messing around,” Lan Wangji muttered, loud enough for Wei Ying to hear. The manager ignored him in favour of pulling out a suspicious-looking container from his bag.
“Look what I made you! It's gingerbread cookies because CEO Lan once spoke about how you liked them. I even sprinkled them with icing sugar just the way you like it!”
All around him, Lan Wangji heard his subordinates groan. As a finance manager, Lan Wangji delighted in his limited day-to-day human interaction. He knew his subordinates shared the same ideals because the first time Wei Ying strode into that room to introduce himself loudly, one of his employees was startled so badly he fainted.
Lan Wangji didn't like stereotyping, but for once he wished Wei Ying paid attention to the tense atmosphere and forced civility between their departments. After all, it was a well-known fact that the Marketing and Finance departments rarely got along despite their collaboration being the thing that kept firms going.
“Aren't you going to try it, Er-gege? Don't worry about being polite, I made enough for everyone!”
More groans were heard as the accountants and auditors began shuffling around, trying to escape Wei Ying’s murderous cooking. It was no secret in the firm that Wei Ying had no cooking skills whatsoever; the man was talented in the art of ruining things so badly that rumours about him making the company’s microwave explode ran rampant. The Finance department was in agreement that Wei Ying was sent by Marketing to put an end to their rivalry by means of murder. Meng Yao’s cunning smile every time one of them looked nauseous post-Wei Ying was all the more reason for them to tread carefully.
Lan Wangji would've put an end to the gossip mill if he hadn't been the first to fall victim to Wei Ying’s bad cooking attempts. Many in the office wondered if Wei Ying lacked self-awareness or if he was sadistic and thrived on others’ pain. Some even bet that he was a mafia enforcer in his previous life. But regardless of everything, Wei Ying would always come bearing some culinary nightmare or another on payday. No one knew why he just wouldn't stop, and frankly, Lan Wangji had stopped racking his brain over that mystery too.
Read the rest of the fic here!
Edit: This was supposed to be a oneshot but I got the sudden urge to post the vandalizing incident and the beginning of the end (cooking fiasco's humble beginnings)... so now there's two drabbles which I posted as chapter 2... have fun ig
For Geralt, the Trials brought not just strength and speed but an acute sensitivity to the world around him that, at the worst, left him in agony at the mere brush of a hand against his. Vesemir had trained him to withstand it, to be strong, to endure every touch and injury until he could master the sensitivity and exist in a world that despises him.
And then he'd met Jaskier and everything had changed.
I’ve got almost 6k words of Geraskier hurt/comfort/amnesia/getting together fic written and oh yea, it’s not done yet lol there are so many feels in this one I LOVE IT 🤩
Time for a walk, some lunch and then more writing!!!
