#and also yes you guessed it to write wx very tender and lwj to cry during sex

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WIP Wednesday - Post-Canon Wangxian Oneshot

It's still Wednesday so here's a preview of a oneshot I'm working on based on this post

Sometimes Lan Wangji misses Wei Ying even when he's with him. A decade spent waiting to wake from the dream, for it to all disappear. He forgets, sometimes, that he won’t wake from this. That all this is real. He forgets he doesn’t need to be afraid this Wei Ying won’t vanish into shadows. Sometimes, it feels like Lan Wangji is just waiting to be proved wrong. And how awful is that? ~ The Wei Ying who visited his dreams did not do well in the Cloud Recesses. He’d scorn the entire mountain, mouth curving into a sneer at the sight of its austere surroundings and turning his nose up at the sight of all those stifling rules. The Wei Ying in his dreams loved wide open fields and oceans. He could not be kept behind closed doors. He belonged in the light, haloed by the sun and endless skies above. But his husband, the real Wei Ying, adapts to the Cloud Recesses in a way that’s equal parts startling and terrifying. The new rules do nothing to deter him, more guidelines he chooses to accept or break in turn. The rigid schedule is one Wei Ying happily breaks, enabled by a husband who’s more than happy to relent. Wei Ying accepts his posts Uncle’s glares become less and less frequent, eventually turning fond.  Xichen learns to smile again at chatter that flows unrestrained at every mealtime. Sizhui joins them for more meals than he misses, while the Jin sect and Jiang sect leaders frequent as welcome guests. And Wei Ying begins to thrive. Lan Wangji spends the first years asking Wei Ying when he’d like to leave for their next night hunt, offering him an escape. He keeps the doors open just a crack, even in the winter, so Wei Ying knows he’s not confined. He tracks Wei Ying’s every movement, waiting for the slightest hint of exhaustion or ennui that suggests it’s time for them to leave. He waits, even when it never comes. “Aiya, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying would say while gently caressing his face, that soft hand missing the callouses of his youth and forming new ones in their place. “Don’t you know the place I most want to be is right here, in our home with you?” Our home with you. The phrase repeats in his head as he bends down for a sweet kiss. Our home with you. Lan Wangji hopes one day he will believe it.

#this is mostly an excuse to practice smut writing but also practice my lwj pov #and also yes you guessed it to write wx very tender and lwj to cry during sex #tell me what you think? >.> #also i haven't gone through and edited yet dfhdshfdsfh but i'm enjoying exploring the grief here and how it lingers forever in a way #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs fanfiction #bushy writing #wip wednesday