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kurowrites · 4 years

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“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU Prompt for Wangxian, if you like?

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When Wei Ying woke up, he had to blink a few times to adjust his vision to the bright glare of the lights overhead, momentarily blinding him. Something was weird. This definitely wasn’t his own bedroom, whose lighting was rather dim and most definitely off when he was sleeping.

He blinked a few times more and then turned his head to examine the room he was in.

It took him far too long to understand what he was seeing, but once his brain actually started processing it, there was no doubt. He was in a hospital room, complete with barren walls and the strong smell of disinfectant. But he had no memory that could explain why he would be waking up in a hospital bed. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had no idea what he’d been doing before he’d woken up here, or even what day of the week it was.

Impatient to have his questions answered, he tried to wriggle around and slip out of bed, but his body felt oppressively heavy, and his vision started to swim as soon as he lifted his head off the pillow.

Exhausted and distressed, he fell back into bed. What the hell had happened to him? Why was he feeling so terrible?

Just that moment, the door of the hospital room opened, and a nurse stepped in.

“Oh, you are awake,” she said. “Good.”

She moved up to the bed and started to check his vitals – or harass him, Wei Ying couldn’t really tell which one it was. She was probably around fifty and had a distinct aunt-y vibe that made Wei Ying lay still on danger of getting stabbed with a needle.

“Do you know why you’re here?” she asked, after she had apparently determined that he was conscious and held it together enough for conversation.

“No,” Wei Ying croaked, and immediately started coughing. His throat felt terribly dry.

The nurse went to his bedside table, where a cup and a pitcher of water had been placed, and filled the cup for him. Then she made him drink.

“You’ve been in a traffic accident,” she told him without ceremony. “You got hit by a car and had to be brought here in an ambulance.”

Shit. Could that be true?

He didn’t remember any of that.

“I don’t remember,” he told the nurse.

“Honey, it’s probably better if you don’t,” she said, patting him on the arm absent-mindedly. “That’s your brain protecting you. You’re also on painkillers right now,” here, she pointed at one of the drips that went into his arm, “and they tend to make your brain a little foggy. You only need to focus on getting better right now.”

That wasn’t particularly comforting to Wei Ying. He’d been lying here, doing–

“My work!” he suddenly remembered.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that!” the nurse said, shaking her head. “I think that nice Mr. Lan has taken care of all that.”

She checked her watch.

“It’s almost time for him to visit, too. Such a nice young man, if only youngsters nowadays were a little more like him.”

She sighed, patted Wei Ying’s arm again, and then left, hopefully to tell someone else that he had gained consciousness again.

Wei Ying sighed and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what the nurse had meant with “that nice Mr. Lan,” because he didn’t know anyone with the last name Lan. Certainly no one who would visit him at the hospital. Had she gotten his visitor’s name wrong? He tried to think of a different possibility, but couldn’t think of anyone. Wen Ning was away. And Jiang Cheng still wasn’t speaking to him, not to mention that no one in their right mind would ever call Jiang Cheng a ‘nice young man’ if they had spent more than 30 seconds in his presence.

He wasn’t kept in suspense about the identity of his visitor for very long, though. Only minutes after the nurse had left, the door opened again, and through came a man that Wei Ying had never seen in his life. He would have definitely remembered meeting him, Wei Ying was sure, because the man was a devastating combination of tall, handsome and well-dressed. Very memorable. Even in his current drugged-up state.

The man hesitated for one small moment when he saw Wei Ying looking at him, but then continued his progress through the room with a measured pace, finally arriving at Wei Ying’s bedside. He did not speak, but silently placed several items onto Wei Ying’s bedside table. Wei Ying saw a book, what looked to be some healthy snacks, as well as… his phone? It looked terribly beaten up, but a traffic accident might do that to a phone. He should probably be glad if it still worked.

The stranger must have noticed the direction of his gaze, for he finally opened his mouth.

“I have taken the liberty of contacting you place of work.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying said, sending the stranger an ironic smile. “What I’d rather like to know, though… who are you?”

The stranger bowed slightly, as if to apologise for his rudeness.

“Lan Zhan,” he said. “I was the one… who hit you with my car.”

“Oh, I see,” Wei Ying said, several things suddenly becoming clear to him. “This is a ‘I’m feeling guilty’ visit. Don’t worry about that. It’s fine. I’ll be out of here in no time.”

The stranger, Lan Zan, frowned at Wei Ying’s words.

“It is not guilt that has made me come here,” he said.

Then he was silent again. Wei Ying waited for a moment, but when nothing else happened, he raised his eyebrows at Lan Zhan, encouraging him to go on. Lan Zhan looked as if he’d rather do anything else than open his mouth again, but eventually, thanks to Wei Ying’s pathetic wheedling, he conceded.

“The one responsible for your accident was the driver who suddenly came out of a side street and nearly ran you over,” Lan Zhan explained. “You ended up in front of my car because you were trying to escape his path of collision. He also crashed into my car, nearly hitting you a second time. I have no guilt to speak of, but I am grateful that you survived. I was worried, however, when your family could not be contacted.”

“Oh, uh, well,” Wei Ying stuttered. “Honestly, that shouldn’t be any concern to you. I’ll be fine. My family… well, it doesn’t matter.”

“Your family should care for you if you are injured.”

There was a stubborn set around Lan Zhan’s mouth, and Wei Ying suddenly found himself smiling. He wasn’t sure if he should call it fortune or misfortune, but this Lan Zhan was clearly an incredibly stiff man with very strict notions of propriety, to the point where he involved himself into the affairs of others.

“Ah, Lan-gege,” Wei Ying sighed. “Not to say I’m not very grateful for your help, which I am, but let me assure you that you have officially fulfilled your obligations and are free to leave. You have already done more than I can ask for. If it is as you say, I have no ill feelings towards you. Feel free to go on with your life, and sorry about the car. I think I need to sleep again, I feel very tired.”

He was, in fact, feeling very tired, and it was getting harder to keep his eyes open by the minute.

Lan Zhan seemed to realise that that was the case. He said his goodbyes, but before he left the room, he announced, “I will come again.”

Wei Ying wanted to object, but Lan Zhan was already gone, and Wei Ying’s eyes were closing.

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The next few days passed in the monotony of sleeping, check-ups by doctors and nurses, terrible hospital meals, and occasional visits from Lan Zhan.

As handsome as he might have been, at first Wei Ying really didn’t want Lan Zhan to come back again. He quickly learned to be grateful for his frequent visits, however. Staying in the hospital was extremely boring, even with the books that Lan Zhan brought him, and everything was much better once he trained Lan Zhan to bring him spicy snacks.

After a few excessively boring days in bed (more than he cared for, certainly), he was finally allowed to walk around a little in order to regain his strength, and Lan Zhan would take him outside into the garden whenever he visited. Wei Ying was extremely grateful for that, since the nurses didn’t allow him to go alone.

Wei Ying quickly learned on their little excursions that Lan Zhan rarely spoke, but was an extremely attentive listener who would prove said attention in the most unexpected moments. It was almost shocking sometimes; Wei Ying would ramble on about something, and Lan Zhan would suddenly say one thing or another that made clear he had been paying attention when most people would have tuned out already. It was… flattering, to say the least. To have someone pay attention to him so much. Definitely something Wei Ying could get used to.

Lan Zhan was also very attentive to Wei Ying’s physical state. More than once, when Wei Ying felt his own strength lagging, he suddenly found Lan Zhan’s hand at his elbow, steadily and unobtrusively making sure that he didn’t fall over his own clumsy feet. Lan Zhan seemed to know that he needed support almost before Wei Ying himself realised it.

Normally, he would complain about being thought a weakling, but if Wei Ying were honest, he would admit that sometimes, he really needed the support. And well… he couldn’t really bring himself to mind being spoiled by a handsome man. If he were really honest, he would confess that he simply liked Lan Zhan’s hands on him, and any excuse that provided him with an opportunity was good enough, even if he had to play up his weakness.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said when they were on one of their garden excursions one day, eating little cups of mango panna cotta that Lan Zhan had brought with him today on a bench. “I will be released tomorrow. You don’t have to visit me here any longer after today.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed. “What time?”

“Around ten, I think? Why do you ask?”

“I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying sighed deeply and swallowed the last spoonful of dessert.

“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan. I can ask a friend to pick me up. You shouldn’t do so many things for me. If you are too nice, people will end up misunderstanding. Well, I will end up misunderstanding. You wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?”

He directed his best salacious grin at Lan Zhan.

“Nn,” Lan Zhan replied noncommittally. “I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying stared at Lan Zhan for a moment. Could it be that Lan Zhan was that thick? That he didn’t realise what Wei Ying was getting at? Did he have to spell it out for Lan Zhan? That he meant misunderstanding in the sense of kissing and possibly getting naked with each other?

“Lan Zhan, I’m serious,” Wei Ying complained, tugging at Lan Zhan’s sleeve to make him look at him properly. “I will misunderstand.”

Lan Zhan looked at him, and it struck Wei Ying again how beautiful Lan Zhan’s eyes were. He had thought that Lan Zhan was pretty much expressionless when they first got to know each other, but that had been patently untrue. His perpetually serious eyes were the source of so much deeply felt emotion. Everything Lan Zhan felt, he felt with his entire heart. So when Lan Zhan looked at him, Wei Ying automatically felt his pulse speed up and his cheeks start to grow hot. That was the effect Lan Zhan had on anyone he really directed his attention towards.

“I will pick you up,” Lan Zhan repeated once again. Stubbornly, insistently. Mulishly.

Without breaking their line of sight even once. Just serious. And steady.

“Oh,” Wei Ying whispered.

Oh. Lan Zhan didn’t want him to misunderstand. Lan Zhan wanted him to understand.

Wei Ying shot up from the bench they had been sitting on and walked over to the trash can close by, to throw away his empty cup of panna cotta. Lan Zhan followed him, throwing his own cup into the trash. As he did it, he looked about as disquieted as Lan Zhan ever did, but right now, Wei Ying was unable to handle anything.

Could he be right? Did Lan Zhan – that Lan Zhan –

As he stood there, he slightly tilted to the side – and there he was, Lan Zhan was right at his side, steadying him. But right now, Wei Ying didn’t want to be steadied. He leaned further into Lan Zhan’s side, putting most of his weight on Lan Zhan right until his head a found a home in the crook of Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighed. “Taking advantage of the weak and injured, I see. Do you always flirt like that? Picking people up at the hospital?”

He looked up at Lan Zhan and smiled.

Lan Zhan didn’t answer, but one of his arms most definitely found its way around Wei Ying’s waist, holding him securely to Lan Zhan’s side. It was… intimate.

It was answer enough.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to say ‘No, Wei Ying is the only one for me,’” Wei Ying pouted.

“Wei Ying is the only one for me,” Lan Zhan intoned seriously.

Wei Ying had to bury his face in his hands and scream a little.

“You can’t say things like that out of the blue!” he complained. “My poor, beaten body won’t be able to take it!”

Then he peeked out between the gaps between his fingers, up at Lan Zhan.

“Say it again.”

(When Lan Zhan picked him up the next day, he received a kiss for his efforts.)

(One kiss, or many.)

(Who was going to count.)

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #mdzs headcanons #well not really #sweat #enter21

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perkynurples · 4 years

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Your equestrian AU! My heart! Please tell us more about Chenqing? I know WWX misses his beloved Suibian, but please tell me Chenqing is loved. Does he raise her from a baby? Find her wild? Rescue her? Happy ending: WWX eventually buys Suibian back and him, Chenqing, and Lil'Apple (Chenqing's stable buddy/roommate/emotional support animal/whats the term where they shareca stall?) all go with WWX to help with WQ's hippotherapy ranch? So much love for this!

Ahhhh hi I’m so glad you’re enjoying this! As I’m legit writing the fic as we speak, I’m not gonna spoil much, but legitimately ALL the horses end up happy, because of course they do, I wouldn’t have it any other way. When WWX decided to bid the world of competition dressage farewell some years ago, he’d been training with Chenqing for about two years - she was still very young at that point, or rather too young to be giving good sustained Grand Prix level performances, but that didn’t stop WWX from teaching her some really amazing things.

It’s a shame then, all the equestrian magazines speculate, that he decided to quit while he was quite virtually ahead - his decision to sell Suibian was highly disputed to say the least, some say he did it to financially support the family brand, but opinions vary - but ruining his budding career quite so spectacularly when he’d just acquired a new promising horse, well... He’s always been a bit of a wild card.

Even years later, when people ask Jiang Cheng a) why he kept Chenqing, when he could have sold her for a pretty penny, and b) why he never rides her himself, does that mean he’s waiting, holding out for Wei Wuxian to come back? the response is always the same - none of your goddamn business. JC isn’t known for being very approachable, to say the least, but at least he takes very good care of his horses.

#ask #equestrian au #my idea as to how wwx got his hands on her in the first place #is mostly just 'rescued her from some big-ass dressage school'#the second he saw they were squandering this amazing horse's potential with all sorts of binding reins etc #but right now I'm having fun thinking about jc being all like #good you're back here's your goddamn horse GOOD RIDDANCE #when the truth is he LOVES her #and has been taking really good care of her all these years #just like canon jc did with her flute counterpart #enter21

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speremint · 5 years

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I am loving Brimstone and Roses! Loving that Bea is entirely herself. Not standardized in any way and I am so here for that. And thank you for giving her a different body type that what is usually seen. I have been sharing with all my friends. We're cheering you on! Hugs!

Thanks so much!! I’m so glad you enjoy it, and I hope that y’all will like the update tonight!! :D

#mei responds #enter21

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zephyrine-gale · 5 years

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Hi there! Love your art! I saw that commissions were closed, but was wondering if you knew when they would be open again? So I can keep an eye out and try to snag a spot. No pressure, just appreciation. Thank you

aaahh im not sure when I’ll be able to open them again, but I’ll make a post about it if I do, thank you so much for your interest ;v;v;v;!!!!

#geometric bleps #hhghngnnh tbh this ask made me lowkey tear up ty for liking my art enough to consider that ;v;v;v;v;v;!!!!#pretty sure I've opened commissions only once in my life n that was a while ago....#definitely want to open them again this year though!! just been very occupied and dont know when that'll be...#enter21

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kazliin · 5 years

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So much love for all your stories! 💞💖

Thank you!! ❤️❤️

#replies #enter21

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claramarla · 7 years

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I love the Catsuki family! Mari is so pretty and elegant looking the the parents Catsuki look so fluffy and cuddly, especially Hiroko-san! You can definitely see where Yuri got it from. And you captured Toshiya-san so well! I recognized who he's supposed to be immediately : D Can we see what the everyone looked like as kittens? A little rolly polly kitten Yuri?

You got it!

the world’s tiniest meow

Mari’s probably a year older, so bby Yuri liked to follow her around to play, the little dustbunny

#yoi cat au #enter21

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three--rings · 6 years

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What was that series you rec'd awhile back? The m/m Regency era one?

It was the Society of Gentlemen series by K.J. Charles. I recommend everything she’s written, and yes, I’ve read all of it. All period m/m romance, some supernatural some not. I ADORE her books.

I hadn’t read them when I did my long m/m romance rec list but I also recommend the Turner series by Cat Sebastian for more Regency era goodness. (You have to ignore the cover for the first one, which kept me from buying it for a while. Good news is they’re super cheap.)

#replies #m/m romance #book recs #threerings' recs #enter21

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forochel · 6 years

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I know this is cheating but for the 500 word questions for the Directors cut, but could I ask for your favorite scenes from "I wanna feel you from the Inside". It's one of my favorite of yours, not just because of it's filthy goodness, but because of how much Viktor worships and adores and desires and all the after care Vik gives Yuuri. It's like a really porny love letter between them and I love it so much!

(for this meme)

thank you very much for your kind words, & I feel super bad bc I wrote that months ago and don’t really remember much.

I think probably the social media bits, because it’s the first time I played with formatting and “multimedia” in that way. I liked how it allowed me to scope out from the little sex den bubble that I have them in for most of the fic. outsider pov is always fun!

Commentary under the cut:

Day 28

[Viktor’s wrapped in a wine-red scarf and has a plaid shirt on, trench coat open over it. His beard is full, the neck stubble expertly faded, and he actually looks his age for once. He’s twisted to face the photographer, a warm laugh in his eyes. A door is pushed half-open behind him; at half-height a large, fluffy poodle grins at the camera through the gap]

a) this is my #aesthetic; b) this was an excuse to describe all the fanart I wish existed; c) I had to learn about how to shave beards to write the bit of “expertly faded”. d) now that I live in Canada, I would write ‘flannel’ instead of ‘plaid shirt’.

phichit+chu さん、他901 728 人が　「いいね！」しました

… I don’t remember why I decided that viktor’s insta would be in japanese. but I do remember it was a conscious decision .

v-nikiforov can’t believe it’s been almost 30 days! I’ve really connected with my inner lumberjack, but even when the beard goes, the connection will stay. Movember isn’t just for November - you can read more about their work here.

there was a lumberjack joke – to do with a charity calendar plotbunny @alykapediaaa & I have been nursing?? I think??? also please just imagine viktor performing “Iiiiii’m a lumberjack and i’m okay!”.

also this is viktor at Peak PR. it was news to me too that Movember isn’t just for November. also I totally aped the whole “pets aren’t just for Christmas!” thing.

we’ve reached almost half a million dollars in the last 28 days. Yuuri and I are excited to make that a full million, so please contribute to medical research about cancer here if you can! thank you for your amazing support from all over the world! )))))

#day 28 #movember #yuurikatsuki #imalumberjackandimokay #moisturise #beardoil #detroitgroomingco #corktowngroomingoil

gotta slide in his husbando there. also lol look at that monty python ref! couldn’t help myself. those are actual hipster beard oil companies. the googling I did, I tell you. ….also I thought long & hard about how much would be feasible for them to have collected & co-donate. there may have been some on-the-fly mathsing.

他のコメントを表示：aleksandrovechkinofficial wow!!!is good playoff beard!! you are a real #icedaddy now хахахаха have donated my friend )))

my pet headcanon up until ovie did that whole shitty supporters of putin club thing was that he and viktor were total bros. but, you know, fu ovie. otoh i think the ice daddy thing is hilarious and so does fictional ovie.

bearded_willows what kind of moisturiser do you use, man, asking for a friend.

really, insta user bearded_willows, ‘for a f riend’???

christophe-gc ah, but who will miss it more? ;)))v-nikiforovСпасибо @aleksandrovechkinofficial! @christophe-gc yuuri says “ CHRIS!!!!!!!!!! (〃ﾟдﾟ〃)”

i like to think that yuuri still has no insta presence and viktor is his personal social media secretary.

veni.vedi.victuuri paging @catskins, i need CPR

i’m very proud of “veni.vedi.victuuri”!!! and that was my brief little play on the recent fic tropes with fandom metacommentary! it was fun!

thank you!

#replies #meme #my fic #enter21

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yoizine-n-doujin · 7 years

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Will there be another batch of L3?

Hi!If you have questions about L3 you should ask @kuso-taisa ^^

#Replies #enter21

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kurowrites · 4 years

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Kiss prompt: 8 & 11 : ) If you like?

kassandraescobat said: #1 for the kiss prompt wangxian.

8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

11. when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

1. breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths

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Lan Wangji was awake and had started to get ready for the day, sitting in front of a small bronze mirror to comb his hair, tie it up, and fix his hairpiece on top. It was quiet in the Jingshi, exactly as quiet as its name suggested. He had opened one of the blinds to the garden, letting in the lovely morning breeze and permitting him a beautiful view of the garden hung with morning mist, but he had been careful that no light reached the hidden corner where his bed was placed.

His husband was still asleep, as he so often was ere Lan Wangji woke him.

Lan Wangji sighed and tried not to think of the challenges of the day just yet. They had become more recently, meetings and petitions and negotiations that never seemed to end. He had accepted the position as Chief Cultivator, even though he could have lived his life without receiving that honour, and would have preferred to concentrate on matters he found more pressing.

Like his husband.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had been married half a year ago not out of their own volition, but because politics had demanded it. It had been a sensible strategy, too; both the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang sects had been doing very well ever since their marriage. Wei Wuxian’s deep friendship with the Young Lady at Koi Tower and Sect Leader Wen Qing at the Nightless City had helped balance out the relationships between the individual clans, and ever since, the people had enjoyed a time of unprecedented peace and prosperity.

The same could not be said for their personal relationship. Lan Wangji was married to a man whom he mostly remembered as a mischievous teen of fifteen, a boy he’d always had difficulty getting along with. And the Wei Wuxian that he knew now, the Wei Wuxian he was married to, was neither mischievous nor was he a teenager, but an exceptionally smart adult that carefully held himself at a distance from Lan Wangji.

And, if Lan Wangji was honest, that hurt him.

Marrying Wei Wuxian had been a sacrifice for the sake of his sect, his family, and the cultivation world as a whole. He could not pretend that had not been the case.

And yet, deep in his heart he had irrationally hoped that there might be something that could be salvaged of their former relationship. Wei Wuxian had once called Lan Wangji his friend. Perhaps they could return to that.

That hope had been destroyed quickly.

Wei Wuxian shared his marital bed, and yet he felt more distant than ever. Lan Wangji awoke to Wei Wuxian’s soft sleeping face every morning, and yet it was not his.

Finishing his morning toilet and fixing the remaining pieces of his clothing with another quiet sigh, he steeled himself and walked over to the dimmest corner of the Jingshi, to their bed.

Quietly, he said, “Wei Ying, it is time to get up.”

A small sound came from the blankets, but they did not move like they usually would. Wei Wuxian did not emerge from them, a little pale from sleep, his hair tousled adorably, unbefitting of a man of twenty-five.

Lan Wangji waited for a moment. When nothing happened, he spoke up again.

“Wei Ying. Are you awake?”

“No,” came the muffled answer from the blankets. “Tell Lan Qiren I’m sick.”

Lan Wangji tried to suppress an exasperated sigh, but it was difficult. What a childish thing to do, to lie in order to avoid work!

“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Wangji said in a warning tone.

“Lan Wangji,” came the cold answer. “Leave me. I’ll be up in a little bit.”

If anyone asked him, Lan Wangji would be unable to explain what exactly irritated him so much about Wei Wuxian’s words, but irritated him they did. He felt terribly petty even as he was doing it, but before he knew it, he had been compelled to grab the blanket that Wei Wuxian had covered himself with, and ripped it away.

It was evidently an action that Wei Wuxian had not expected from Lan Wangji, since the blanket easily came off, falling to the floor in front of the bed.

It also exposed the ugly truth to Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian had not been stubborn. He had been crying.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji exclaimed in shock.

“Ugh,” Wei Wuxian croaked, quickly wiping his eyes with his sleeves. “Just leave me alone for a moment. I’ll be ready on time.”

But Lan Wangji could not do that. How could he? Wei Wuxian had been left alone too often recently, always at the end of the list of priorities ever since his marriage and his public allegiance to Gusu Lan. So instead of leaving, Lan Wangji sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wei Wuxian turned away from him, hiding his tear-streaked face. It was useless to hide, however, for his shoulders still occasionally hitched with suppressed sobs.

Lan Wangji had the strong desire to lay his hand on Wei Wuxian’s back and soothe him, just like his mother had sometimes done to him as a child, but he was unsure whether such an action would be welcome at all.

“Was it my doing?” he asked, a little desperate.

“No, Hanguang-jun is an unparalleled beacon of virtue and justice, as usual,” was Wei Wuxian’s answer, but the words felt terribly bitter to Lan Wangji.

“I am also your husband,” Lan Wangji reminded him. “I have a duty to care for your wellbeing, too.”

That statement was responded to with a disparaging huff.

“Do you now?” Wei Wuxian asked, his voice still bitter.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, pleading. He did not know what else to say. Of course he cared for Wei Wuxian’s wellbeing! He always had! Otherwise, he would never have been so strict with him during the Sunshot Campaign, trying to protect him from himself and everyone else.

But Wei Wuxian continued to give him the cold shoulder, his back stubbornly turned towards Lan Wangji.

“Wei Ying,” he tried again.

That elicited a sigh out of Wei Wuxian, and he finally turned around. His eyes were still full of tears, one of them slipping down his cheek as he sat up, and all Lan Wangji could do was try his best to keep his hands to himself.

“Will you hold me for a moment?” Wei Wuxian asked with the smallest voice that Lan Wangji had ever heard from him.

The ‘yes’ got stuck in his throat, but Lan Wangji had enough presence of mind to lift his arms, to be just inviting enough for Wei Wuxian to tip forwards, right into Lan Wangji’s embrace.

His face was hot, even through Lan Wangji’s robes, and his body shook lightly.

Not unlike a rabbit, Lan Wangji thought to himself as he enveloped Wei Wuxian in a hug, shamelessly burying his nose in Wei Wuxian’s hair. He held onto Wei Wuxian tightly, unwilling to ease his hold, afraid of what would happen if he let go. If Wei Wuxian would disappear, just as elusive as the morning mist outside his window.

They stayed like that for a moment, quiet and unmoving, until Wei Wuxian finally sighed.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was just being overly dramatic.”

Lan Wangji felt like that was not an accurate assessment of the situation, however. He knew there had been tension between them lately. He knew that their relationship was not as it could be. As it had been once, perhaps.

“I care,” he found himself saying. “Even if it is of no consequence.”

Wei Wuxian lifted his head and stared at Lan Wangji with wide, watery eyes.

“You make it very hard to keep my distance, you know.”

That gave Lan Wangji pause.

Distance? He thought in confusion. Why would Wei Ying need to keep his distance?

The next thing he knew were soft lips pressing against his own.

It was over after a moment.

Wei Wuxian drew back, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

It was easy to reel him back in. Lan Wangji’s arms were still around Wei Wuxian. It was easy to hold him close and chase after the sensation of these lips on his own, because it only meant not to hold himself back. This time, when they kissed again, Wei Wuxian’s arms found their way around Lan Wangji’s neck, holding him just as tight as Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian.

When they finally parted for air, Lan Wangji pressed his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s, unwilling to let him go too far, and lightly swayed back and forth. He was unable to open his eyes, afraid of what he might find once he did. But Wei Wuxian didn’t push him away, didn’t try to escape, but kept holding onto Lan Wangji just as tightly.

A sigh dropped from his mouth.

“Very hard to keep my distance,” he murmured.

Lan Wangji opened his eyes to look at Wei Wuxian, still close enough that his mouth was right there, so very, very kissable. It was foolish to resist, when it was right there. So he kissed Wei Wuxian again.

Once, twice, three times.

If kisses were what his husband needed for his wellbeing, he thought to himself as he wiped the last tears out of the corners of Wei Wuxian’s now smiling eyes, then he would be willing to perform his duties very conscientiously.

“You know that everyone is waiting for Hanguang-jun in the main hall?” Wei Wuxian whispered into his mouth when they parted after another kiss. “They’ll be soo angry if we’re late.”

Lan Wangji decided to silence that protest with more soft kisses.

They could wait for once, he felt, while he brought his private affairs into order.

That was also an important political issue, after all.

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