#vampire!wwx

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from predator to prey 👀👌🏽🦇

it's almost halloween, it's time for vampire!wwx and his shameless human lwj!

When he shy 🥺 he 💥🦇

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Lán Qǐrén, Lán Jǐngyí, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Niè Huáisāng, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Sect Leader Yáo (Módào Zǔshī), Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood Drinking, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, i.e. Wei Wuxian is the dumbest vampire in the world, Post-Canon, Bondage Summary:

He was new. He was different. He was the Yiling Laozu, the Founder of Diabolism. There had never been anyone like him before. He was no jiangshi. He was also no ordinary man.

AKA: What if Wei Wuxian had been resurrected as a vampire? Would he be the least angsty vampire in the world? Would Lan Zhan still love him? (Well, duh.)

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Since we’re so close to Spooky Time, I wanted to remind everyone that I’ve actually written a vampire!WWX fic with TEEFS and a very tragic and sudden death of Sect Leader Yao.  Happy Halloween! 🎃

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Phantom Leashes 🩸🖤

Author: mondengel ( @mondengel )

Universe: Canon Divergence / Vampires AU

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Length: Middle (3+K)

Summary:

It was a good thing Lan Xichen was born first.

Recommended by: @shamelesswngxian

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Wei WuXian was perpetually hungry.

Lan Qiren saw him sliding slowly into starvation and felt tension draw through his bones like an overdrawn bow about to crack. His fingers itched for his sword every moment Wei WuXian was in his sight.  He let himself fantasize about shoving it through his heart and putting an end to him as he never allowed himself with Lan Wangji.

Watching Wei WuXian’s every move, the magnetic fascination that kept his eyes pinned to Lan Wangji was all too apparent. As was the answering look in Lan Wangji’s eyes as he watched him in turn. The inhuman stillness that overcame them as their eyes locked, short and sharp in the classroom (nearly making him stumble in his lecture as he anticipated one of them lunging at the other), a long, lingering stare down in more secluded places. Always Wei WuXian would dissolve the tension with some laughing remark and throw himself at his nephew as if the minutes before had never happened.

Lan Qiren had feared they would fight, territorial like beasts. What destruction and bloodshed would they wreak across the Cloud Recesses if they did? He’d kept an eye on them, fretted and followed until he had the misfortune to be there when the tension finally snapped instead of dissipating.

In the middle of the night he came upon them locked together, blood a spreading stain at Lan Wangji’s collar where Wei WuXian’s teeth had sunk in as they tugged and shoved at each other in staggering circles around the garden path. The stone wall that bordered the Jingshi had cracked as Lan Wangji shoved Wei WuXian against the wall with a low rumbling noise in his throat, mouth descending to bite savagely into the junction of Wei WuXian’s neck and shoulder.

Thinking it was a fight, he’d started to rush closer until he realized the keening sound Wei WuXian was making was not pain. As Wei WuXian lifted his legs to wind around Lan Wangji’s waist and the push and pull motions between them began to take on a more purposeful rhythm, Lan Qiren ran from his nephew for a second time. Horrified.

WWX is a vampire and LQR hates all the vampires. But LWJ is a vampire as well, and so LQR is torn between love and hate for his nephew. This story is absolutely gripping and intriguing in the most deliciously eerie way 🖤.

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Lan Zhan showing his vampire boyfriend around.

Adorable even as a bat🥺

Does It work on tumblr or it's just a twitter thing?

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Even when the fangs come out (I’m only human)

Ao3 | Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Revelation (aka the exposition chapter)

Lan Wangji woke slowly, on a sagging mattress. It took several tries to open his eyes, but there was little point in the darkness. His limbs were heavy as he tried to sit up, his arms barely supporting his weight. His head spun as movement in the darkness caught his eye.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian’s voice was gentle. Hesitant. It made Lan Wangji’s heart skip a beat.

“Wei Ying?” He tried to rise more but dropped back, sitting against the wall.

“Are you… How do you feel?” Lan Wangji paused. How did he feel? Heavy, and tired, like he could sleep for a week. Like the world is shifting under him but he can’t see how. Is neck twinged, for some reason.

“Fine.” He feels Wei Wuxian crouch in front of him, reaching out but not quite making it all the way.

“What do you remember?” He frowns lightly, thinking. What had happened? He was on his near-nightly search for Wei Ying. He’d visited an area he hadn’t tried yet, one of the few, and… And he’d found him! In some kind of drug house? But he’d found Wei Ying! And then… He searched his memory, head full of cotton.

“I found you,” he answered. Wei Wuxian takes a breath, then freezes. “Wei Ying, what happened? Everyone thinks you’re…”

“Dead?” He snorted. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Lan Wangji stared into the space he thought Wei Wuxian crouched.

“There’s… a lot that was kept from you and your brother.”

“Wei Ying what does that mean?”

“Well… Let’s start with the simpler things,” he started. “Firstly, vampires and other supernaturals, things that you’d see in horror movies? They exist. They’re real.” Lan Wangji frowns.

“If this is some prank to get me to leave, it won’t work,” he said, steadier than he felt. Wei Wuxian choked out a laugh.

“It’s not. Secondly, our families, the Jiangs, Lans, Jins, Nies? We hunt those things.”

“Ridiculous.”

“Isn’t it just?” He laughed again. “But someone has to keep the rest of the population alive.”

“Wei Ying—”

“And three weeks ago,” he said over Lan Wangji’s objections, “I was out on a night off. But there’s really no such thing for us.”

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“I know vampires are supposed to be more of a Lan thing,” Wei Wuxian whispered into his phone, peering around the door to the bathroom of the club he had gone to, “but they can barely keep their own territory clean, let alone help out others.”

“Just wait for me, I’m almost there.” Jiang Cheng growled. Wei Wuxian tried to keep a woman on the dance floor within his field of vision.

“How close is almost?” He asked, “because I don’t think she’s going to stay here much longer.”

“Shit,” he heard. “At least put your gps on.”

“Bold of you to assume I ever turn it off,” he joked. He could almost hear his brother rolling his eyes as he ended the call. He headed towards the dance floor, prey in sight. She was small, with long platinum locks tumbling past her shoulders, her short, dark red dress leaving little to the imagination. Wei Wuxian blended with the crowd. He danced with enough people that none thought to follow him when he left the area, eyes on the woman who exited with a man who looked at her like she had hung the moon.

Leaving the club, he followed the pair from a distance. It wasn’t long before they turned down an alley, and Wei Wuxian sped up, loosening a silver knife from it’s sheathe at his back. He paused at the entrance, listening. There were no noises coming from the alley. He peeked around the corner and, seeing nothing unusual, started forward. Moonlight barely reached the insides here. Wei Wuxian rubbed his nose, trying to get rid of the smell of dumpster, and finally caught a sound. In an alcove that once held a door, there was an obscene moan. He pulled the knife out fully, but felt someone move behind him. He spun, but too late as the knife was knocked from his hand. The attacker grabbed his wrist in a powerful grip and slammed him face-first against the wall. A silvery laugh came from the alcove.

“Well now, a classic case of the hunter becoming the hunted!” The woman said as she left her prey slumped against the wall. She licked her lips as she adjusted the dress. “And so young too… What are you doing out here all alone little hunter?” She smirked as he tried to struggle against the vampire holding him, while she patted him down, carefully removing the knives from his wrists and boots, throwing his cellphone to the side. She grabbed his chin, turning him to face her. Squeezing his face she pressed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He struggled, tried to bite, to scream, but she held him fast. His mouth started to numb as she pulled away and fog clouded his mind. He couldn’t find it in him to be afraid, not past the euphoria that began to slowly set in. The vampire stepped back, grinning. “Won’t it be tragic when you’re little partner comes for you, and all he can find is your cellphone, and a bleeding drunk?” She laughed as the other vampire picked up his limp body and followed her further into what seemed to be a warren of alleyways.

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“I managed to get away eventually, but not without…” He paused, clearly wondering how to say something. “Not without a price.”

“That makes no sense, Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji stared at him steadily, brows furrowed with more confusion than he knew had ever been seen on him. “Even if this were all true, why did you not come home? What drugs are they selling here that—”

“I told you, it’s not drugs!” Red flared briefly, though he could not understand it. “I can’t… I can’t go home because I’ve become a monster, okay? Turned into something that our families hunt!” There was more movement, more brief red.

“Our families?”

“They’d kill me as soon as they figured it out.” He chuckled darkly. “Especially yours.”

“I think I would know if my family would want to kill anyone,” he said firmly. There was silence for a long moment.

“We were told that you and your brother were to be avoided. That your uncle didn’t want you involved.” Wei Wuxian was eerily quiet. “No one really knows why, other than it has something to do with how your parents…” He trailed off.

“What,” Lan Wangji said flatly, “are you talking about now?”

“Look, look,” he said frantically, “I can prove this is real. I can show you.”

“How?”

“Well…” Wei Wuxian hesitates. “That price I paid to escape?” The red glow returns and this time Lan Wangji can make out where exactly it’s coming from. “Meant that I didn’t actually make it out alive.”

“Wei Ying… You’re eyes?”

“Yeah, they do that now, usually when I’m. When I’m hungry. Do you have your phone?”

“When you’re hungry.” Lan Wangji pulls out his cellphone, holding it out to Wei Wuxian, who sighs, rather than take it.

“Yes, when I’m hungry. Use the light function. It’s too dark in here for you to see me properly.” Lan Wangji is frowning lightly again. He turns on the flashlight function, noting that it was already the next morning before directing it at Wei Wuxian. He’s kneeling on the concrete in front of the mattress that he woke up on. The blue light of the phone makes the red of his eyes glimmer strangely as Wei Wuxian slowly opens his mouth. Lan Wangji is transfixed by the movement. At first, nothing but the eyes seem different, but as he watches there’s movement in his mouth. Wei Wuxian’s canine teeth turn sharp and start… lengthening. When it looks like he would barely be able to close his mouth around them, they stop. Lan Wangji stares. Only when Wei Wuxian flinches back does he realise that he’s reached out as if to touch them.

“Wei Ying?”

“Ah… just. Be careful okay?” He gave a twisted smile around his fangs. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Lan Wangji reached out again as Wei Wuxian moved forward to give him easier access. He ran a finger down one of them, marvelling at the touch. They were real. Strangely, his finger started to tingle numbly. He tapped on the tip of the fang and barely felt the prick that drew a drop of blood. Suddenly, Wei Wuxian was across the room from him. His eyes blazed, staring at the finger Lan Wangji still held out. The tingling in it turned into a buzzing in his finger and he brought it to his mouth, trying to stop the blood. Wei Wuxian made as if to cry out, say something to stop him, but was too late. The buzz spread to his tongue and he felt his heart beat faster. The strange numbness made him feel… light.

“—n Zhan!” He looked up to see Wei Wuxian hovering over him, frowning. “Lan Zhan, are you okay? You were a bit lost there…” He laughed nervously.

“I’m fine.” Despite his elevated heart rate, he felt fine. Great, even. He took his finger out of his mouth. Wei Wuxian came closer, gazing into his eyes.

“Your pupils are dilated.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have let you…” Lan Wangji blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

“Remember how the vamp that took me drugged me?” It took a long moment, but eventually Lan Wangji responded.

“She… kissed you?” He looked at his finger. “Oh.”

“Are you sure you feel okay?”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji watched him carefully, the light of his phone blurring in the edges of his vision.

“You have to be more careful!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes flashed red again. “If I hadn’t…” In his pause he sat against the wall opposite the mattress. “When you found me… You don’t remember anything after?” Lan Wangji shook his head, his world slowly spinning in the bluish light of his phone. “I… We came down here. You wanted me to come home. You wouldn’t leave.” He ran a hand through his hair. It was mesmerising. “You wouldn’t leave and I… I lost control.” Lan Wangji blinked slowly, then brought his hand up to his neck. There were no wounds, but it ached as if bruised. “I, ah… I dabbed a bit of my own. My own blood on it. To heal it,” he continued.

“Why don’t I remember?”

“It’s an aftereffect of the… whatever’s in vampire saliva,” he explained. “It’s some kind of narcotic that acts as a local anaesthetic and induces euphoria. It also fogs the mind so that… survivors… can’t remember the attack. So that they can’t be used to hunt them. Us.” He shook his head. “It was a tiny amount this time, so the effects should wear off quickly.”

“So. Vampires.” Lan Wangji said. Wei Wuxian nodded. “And you’re also a vampire now.” Another nod. “And your family… hunts vampires.”

“Your family too,” he countered. “And more than just vampires.”

“I still don’t—” A mellow ringing came from the phone in Lan Wangji’s hands. He looked at it, before answering. “Brother?”

Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Wangji’s wrist and froze as he answered the call. His other hand made frantic gestures until the man before him nodded. He could hear Lan Xichen questioning his brother.

“Wangji, where have you been? I was worried!”

“I’m fine,” Lan Wangji said into the phone. “I was out late. I stayed in a motel.” They heard a sigh.

“Were you out looking for him again?” Lan Xichen asked softly. “You know when someone’s been missing for this long… The Jiangs are certain—”

“I know what they said,” Lan Wangji’s voice wavered and he looked up at Wei Wuxian, who shook his head firmly. “I won’t stop looking.” Lan Xichen sighed again.

“Okay,” he said. “But make sure to come home today. Uncle is looking… Frayed.”

“Of course. I will be home for lunch.” Lan Wangji ended the call, eyes still on Wei Wuxian. “I have questions.” The vampire chuckled.

“Of course you do.” He flapped a hand. “Go on then. Ask.” Lan Wangji stared at him.

“You could hear Xichen?” Wei Wuxian smirked.

“Yeah I can hear a lot now. I can also see in the dark, smell the grossest things,” he shuddered.

“Why did you lose control last night? You seem fine now.”

“Always with the complicated questions.” Wei Wuxian leaned back. “I’ve been having some trouble… adjusting,” he admitted, frowning. His fingers twisted around each other. “If I go too long without. Without feeding. I start getting impulsive. It gets hard to control myself. Harder to stop, once I’ve started.” By the time he’s finished he’s whispering, curled in on himself. It feels more real, more permanent, when he says it out loud. He looks up at Lan Wangji to find him as blank as usual. But he isn’t running.

“How long is too long?” Lan Wangji’s voice gives away as little as his expression.

“Well, I’ve only had a bit over a week to figure this out—”

“Is this not information you would have already?” Lan Wangji interrupted. Wei Wuxian gave him a wry smile.

“The information my family has on vampires is somewhat basic- how to kill them and how to avoid turning into one. We’re more specialised in hunting demons, actually.” Lan Wangji’s stare widened. “Yes, those exist too, though probably not how you expect.” Lan Wangji seemed pensive, thoughtful.

“I take it one bite isn’t enough to… turn someone?”

“No! Thankfully, or we’d be overrun. It takes a blood exchange and…” Wei Wuxian trailed off, looking down and away.

“And what?”

“And dying.”

Lan Wangji closed his eyes, lips turned down ever so slightly.

“So you really…” Wei Wuxian nodded, still curled into himself. Lan Wangji gripped his thighs. He wanted to reach out, to hold him, but was unsure if it would make things better or worse. He spent a long moment thinking of how he could help.

“So which family specialises in vampires?”

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Untamed Winter Fest Day 9: Promise (Ao3)

Warning for mention of blood

“You made me a promise.” Tears ran down Wei Wuxian’s face to mix with the blood on his chin. His hands fisted into the hair at his temples as he curled tighter into the corner of the motel room Lan Wangji had ushered him into.

“I know.” The words were barely audible from where he sat on the bed, staring into the distance of the dark room.

“Then why?” His voice was hoarse. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I— ” Lan Wangji twisted his hands together. “I couldn’t.”

“But you promised,” he cried. “You promised!” Suddenly, Lan Wangji was pinned against the wall, Wei Wuxian gripping his wrists in front of him. “Why did you promise if you couldn’t follow through?!” Devastated red eyes bore into his.

“Wei Ying, I couldn’t,” his voice broke, “not without…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Not without killing you.”

“But that was the point,” Wei Wuxian growled, showing his fangs. “That was the plan! Kill me if it looked like I was going to hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

“Not anymore!”

“What do you mean ‘not anymore’? How could you let me…” He sobbed, pushing himself away. “How could you let me kill her?” Lan Wangji reached out but he backed away.

“Wei Ying—”

“No! No, you tell me, how is my life worth more than anyone else’s? Worth more than hers?”

“Because…” He turned away, his words so quiet even Wei Wuxian couldn’t hear them.

“What?” He scoffed, “what reason could you have?” Lan Wangji clenched his fists. “Where is the knife I gave you?” He patted Lan Wangji down, pulling a slender silver knife out of a sheath despite how he struggled. He held it out. “Do it now,” he said, looking away. His hands trembled. “Just kill me now so I don’t hurt anyone else!”

“No!” Turning back, Lan Wangji’s face was the most expressive he’d ever seen it: lips parted, eyes wide with horror.

“How can you look like that now, but not when I’m fangs-deep in someone?” Wei Wuxian huffed. “Well, I suppose since I’m lucid now, I can do it myself.” He turned the knife so that it was angled to pierce his heart.

“Wei Ying!” In a flash their positions were the reverse of earlier— Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian against the wall, having thrown the knife he yanked out of Wei Wuxian’s grip to the other side of the room. The man he held eyed him with pity and was still, despite being stronger than Lan Wangji.

“Lan Zhan, I don’t want to hurt anyone else," he said gently.

“Wei Ying… will hurt me.”

“Not if I kill myself,” he reasoned bleakly. Lan Wangji tightened his hold, pinning his wrists to the wall behind him. He took a deep breath.

“Wei Ying…” He whispered. “Wei Ying I love you.” Wei Wuxian went still the way only the undead can, eyes flickering between red and grey. “Wei Ying?” He blinked, finally focusing on Lan Wangji.

“Lan Zhan, you…”

“I love you.”

“But…” Wei Wuxian hesitated. “But I’m a monster.” Lan Wangji’s eyes hardened.

“No.”

“But—”

“Wei Ying is Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan.” He went almost slack in his grip, letting out a breathy chuckle. Fresh tears ran freely. Lan Wangji slowly, carefully, moved his hands from Wei Wuxian’s wrists to his face. Running his thumbs beneath his eyes, he wiped away the tears. Wei Wuxian brought his hands to cover Lan Wangji’s wrists instead. “Lan Zhan, do you really…”

“Mn.” He rested his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s. “Always.” Wei Wuxian drew in a shaky breath. His eyes stayed grey.

“I… Lan Zhan—”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Lan Wangji said, pulling away slightly. “Please just… don’t die.” His voice broke again on the last word and he closed his eyes. Wei Wuxian held onto him. He swallowed.

“Okay Lan Zhan,” He said quietly. “But only because I love you too.” Lan Wangji’s eyes flew open.

“Do not say what you do not mean.” His voice shook.

“But I do!” Lan Wangji closed his eyes again. Wei Wuxian snorted. Again their positions reversed, hands linked this time above his head. “Lan Zhan how can I convince you?” He purred. His eyes started flickering red again. Lan Wangji gulped, adams apple bobbing. Wei Wuxian ran his tongue over his blood-stained lips and paused, grey dominating his now wide eyes. Abruptly he was across the room again. He covered his mouth and chin with shaking hands.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji approached slowly.

“How could you love a killer?” He asked quietly. Lan Wangji reached out to stroke his back.

“We’ll be more careful,” he said. “Make sure you aren’t as hungry when you hunt.” Gently he moved Wei Wuxian’s hands away from his face. One hand still stroking his back, he ran a thumb over his lower lip. Wei Wuxian shivered. He brought their foreheads together again. “Please?” Breathing out a stuttering breath, Wei Wuxian finally nodded. Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around him, letting him rest his head in the crook of his neck. “We can make it work.” He said. “Together.”

“Okay," Wei Wuxian sighed. "Together.”

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Untamed Winter Fest day 11: Believe (Ao3)

TW:  Brief mentions of drug use (not by wangxian), needles

He was about to give up the search for the night when Lan Wangji finally saw him. He rounded the corner after him but all that was there was a dilapidated townhouse at the end of a short alley. There was no sign that Wei Wuxian had been there. He walked up the steps, but as he reached out to knock on the door, it opened. Two pale, emaciated women stumbled out, giggling. They paused at the sight of a well-dressed man on the doorstep, but hurried past, sneaking frightened glances before bolting out of view. In their rush, the door was left ajar. Low, bass-filled music rumbled into the night alongside laughter and breathy sighs. He could not believe that Wei Wuxian would be in a place like this. Regardless, it was his only lead. He stepped across the threshold, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Inside was cracked, washed out walls and filth-grey floor. The banister of the stairway seemed liable to collapse if someone so much as looked at it wrong and the smell… Unwashed bodies, sex and… blood? Cries of pleasure came from upstairs. There was an open door to the right. Lan Wangji poked his head in slowly and his eyes widened. It seemed to have been a living room, with several slumped couches housing languid forms. A few were unconscious, while others were giggling uncontrollably. One man in a suit lay on the floor, hands running up and down the leg of someone on a couch. To the side, one had his arm out, a rubber tube tied around his upper arm. A woman in grimy jeans and hoodie held a needle poised above the inside of his elbow. Without looking at him, she spoke.

“I’ll be right with you.” Lan Wangji jerked back into the hallway. Should he leave? Shortly, the woman came out of the room. Her eyes slid over him, assessing. “Who gave you this address?”

“I’m looking for a friend, he just came in here?”

“Wouldn’t tell you if I knew, everything here is anonymous.” She moved to stand in front of him. “And no, you can’t ‘just check’,” she said, finger quoting. “I won’t have you interrupting—” A hand came to rest on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, Lin.” Familiar grey eyes found golden. “Let me handle this.” Lin sighed, returning to the room Lan Wangji found her in.

“Wei Ying.” As soon as the door closed he stepped forward, noting the ragged clothes and longer hair than when he’d last seen him. He was pale too, paler than the girls he saw leaving earlier. Wei Wuxian retreated, moving towards the back of the staircase, revealing a door. Lan Wangji followed him down into a dark basement. The smell of blood was stronger here. “Wei Ying?” They came to the bottom of the stairs. The room was cool and windowless, with a mattress in one corner, books and paper piled everywhere. He could make out dark stains on the concrete. Wei Wuxian turned to him, arms folded.

“Why are you here, Lan Zhan?” His eyes were cold silver in the dark. Lan Wangji almost frowned.

“To find you. Bring you home.”

“Who says I want to be found?” Wei Wuxian scoffed.

“Your sister.” Lan Wangji answered. Wei Wuxian looked away.

“This is for the best. I can’t be around them right now.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter? I just can’t.”

“It matters.” Lan Wangji stepped towards him. “If it’s drugs—”

“It’s not drugs,” Wei Wuxian interrupted.

“Then what—”

“It doesn’t matter!” He faced away from Lan Wangji, one hand bracing him against the wall. “I thought I could do this but…” Lan Wangji took another step, and another. “Lan Zhan, just go. You don’t belong here.”

“Neither does Wei Ying.”

“Please, Lan Zhan—”

“No,” Lan Wangji gripped his shoulder and froze when he spun around.

Instead of the silver he was expecting to see, Wei Wuxian’s eyes were blood red.

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Untamed Winter Fest day 13: Family (Ao3)

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.

“Wei Wuxian, where is my brother?”