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Having a drink in the moonlight. This was a couple of hours of work today. I just wanted to doodle Wei Wuxian.

I'm planting potatoes y'all! 🥔 are the best.

Modern AU Wei Wuxian. Jiang Yanli bought him the bunny shirt. Just a fun quick doodle.

So I keep talking about my fanfics. I am going to post the first chapter of this one on Ao3 as soon as I have a little buffer of writing. But anyway, just a little doodle of Wei Wuxian as a prince in my fic. The premise is his parents are hosting a massive event for cultivators to compete for WWX hand. Hahaha. He hates it thanks. Yiling Wei are a powerful royal family (the Qishan Wen are another royal family). Wei Wuxian just wants to be seen and loved for himself. But his Chief of Wardrobe (Nie Huaisang) insists on dolling him up. And his personal guard (Jiang Cheng) is determined to keep him out of trouble. Can he get through this long event without losing his mind? What's going on with the Wen (Wen Ning) showing up to compete?

This is one of the many outfits I keep tormenting WWX and everyone else with. There will probably be more art as I continue on.

Just me thinking about WangXian farming:

WWX: Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Look! The carrots are growing! There's potatoes! Look!

Each new plant is a wonder. Not because he has never grown anything before, but because it's so much easier than in Burial Mounds. And because I believe that WWX is the sort of man to get excited about plants! And dewy eyed about babies of any sort. Every new day would bring some awe or wonder or delight.

Y'all.... I have "When You Say Nothing At All" stuck in my head on repeat while I am working on a WangXian fic... so now I am going to have to draw Wei Wuxian outside of Lan Wangji's window with a boombox.... Mkay? Cause that song.... it makes me think of how WWX feels about LWJ's lack of verbal communication... they don't need words...

Been thinking about, recently, how much of WWX's rule-breaking and goofing around is directly related to being raised in the tense and volatile environment of the Jiang household and how much of it is intrinsic. AKA nurture vs nature.

Not me bullying WWX about the way he drinks in the Untamed by comparing him to WKX in Word of Honor. 😅

Wei Wuxian made the Bonding/Binding Talisman...

Solely because he got inspired by getting tied with a sacred forehead ribbon to his crush.

Look at him admiring the handiwork wrapped around his wrist.

Not to mention that that's the only talisman he made that's colored blue.

things that totally happened on The Untamed (Yiling Laozu + this meme)

"'He can ignore me all he wants. It's not like he's even that pretty.'" But then when he thought about it, yes, the boy was indeed that pretty."

Yeah so stop the presses etc etc, teenage WWX absolutely had a crush.

LWJ walks away and refuses to talk to him, and when WWX fails to chase him down, this is his reaction. Seriously, the conversation is JWY: he hates you and thinks you're evil because of the shit you're pulling, WWX: pssh whatever he's not even that pretty.

Bro. Bro. This was not the topic of conversation. No one else here is talking about his beauty. It has no bearing on the situation.

Idk how anyone could read this novel and think WWX was only interested post-resurrection.

MDZS color wheel challenge!

I love the idea of the first time this happens he fully wakes up and rushes to the hall in fear of SOMETHING going wrong and does a double take when everything is going smoohly when in actuality the seniors just hid the skeleton in the closet. Literally.

Wwx: Im so proud my disciples are finally taking on sect duties :D

A-yuan sweating buckets while side eyeing mxy, xue yang and a certain closet: ...Of course

Mxy keeping a leash on xue yang while watching his shixiong lie to their sect leader on his face: ....

Xue yang with mxy: ( ｀▽ ´)Ψミ(/・_・)/

Wei Wuxian: *sitting up from his bed* shit I have to train my shidis

Wei Wuxian: oh wait I defected. *lays back down*

Wei Wuxian: *sits up abruptly* I'M A SECT LEADER-

Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

So i simp over the Yiling Laozu

On company time

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 7 – Reunion

My entry for fytheuntamed’s Untamed Fall Fest 2020 for "Reunion". I hope you like it :)

(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)

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“Lan Zhan!”, a voice called out, as Lan Wangji was making his way back from the Cold Pond to the Jingshi. He froze. He knew that voice. He knew the way it was calling his name, the way it was echoing around the forest, way too loud for the Cloud Recesses, where shouting was forbidden…

When Lan Wangji turned around, it was just in time to see a blur of red and black shooting in his direction, before a solid weight collided with his chest and immediately did its best impression of an octopus, wrapping all his limbs around his body, still damp under his robes.

The impact rocked him back and off his feet on the uneven terrain and even though it would only have taken a second to right himself, his arms came around the warm weight instead, pulling it securely against his own body and letting it carry them down onto the grassy ground.

He breathed in the smell of lotus flowers and rich soil, his hands resting on a warm back, hidden under dark grey robes, and pulled his precious burden even closer.

“Wei Ying”, he breathed, “You’re back.”

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 10 - Rain

A little late, but better late than never, right?

Featuring Sizhui calling Wei Wuxian his mother, badass YunmengJiang disciples and the juniors squabbling among themselves.

(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)

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It was raining. Which in itself, may not have been that bad. Rain is good for growing and cleansing, after all. They needed rain.

Right now, on the other hand, surrounded by trees and fierce corpses, the rain was making his life rather difficult, Sizhui thought. It wasn’t enough that there were quite a lot more fierce corpses than they had anticipated and that they were stretched thin against their horde, the sky also had to fall down onto them in form of torrents pounding down, making every surface a death trap and reducing their sight to vague shapes (thank the gods the corpses weren’t also wearing something colorful).

Jin Ling had already nearly killed himself, when he slipped in the mud and just so missed the sharp end of a branch conveniently pointed at his neck. Zizhen had grabbed the back of his robes and pulled him upright just in time to rescue him from his demise.

Wei-qianbei had tried to take control of the corpses with Chenqing, but the rain, making the flute slippery and the sound garbled whenever water managed to get inside, and the sheer amount of Undead had him giving up on that quite quickly. Instead he was slashing through them with his sword, like the juniors were, but there simply seemed to be no end to them.

When Jingyi was the next one to slip and Wei-qianbei managed to catch him just before he could fall into the hungry arms of the undead, their senior called for retreat.

And Sizhui couldn’t even find it in himself to be disappointed, because he wanted nothing more than to be out of this horrible weather. They would come back with reinforcements and take on the horde another day (maybe one with sunshine instead of rain).

For now, they ran. Wei-qianbei threw a talisman that had miraculously managed to stay dry through all of this and butterflies swarmed the clearing they had been fighting in, shortly taking the attention off themselves to give them a head start.

Sizhui trusted their senior to not guide them straight back into the horde’s arms and put all his attention into making sure he didn’t slip in the sea of mud that once had been the ground, wishing he could just take to the air on his sword (he would probably fly straight into the next tree or mountain with the rain robbing him of any orientation).

It was all he could do to run in a straight line and not lose sight of the other four around him.

After a while they broke through the tree line and found themselves running on a more rocky ground, giving their feet something more solid to run on. The rain seemed to lessen, too, Sizhui noted when he could suddenly see the members of their group clearly.

What he could also see quite clearly wasn’t as pleasant.

“Wei-qianbei!”, he called, when it became clear, that what they were running at at full speed was nothing but a steep, sharp cliff, with no way out left or right, none but straight off that cliff or turning around into the fierce corpses‘ undead arms. Sizhui contemplated flying once more, but the rain still was too heavy to do so safely, at least at their level of cultivation (which was, Sizhui noted a little guiltily, still way above his mother’s level, even though he worked hard to cultivate Mo Xuanyu’s core to what his own had once been).

Wei-qianbei said nothing in response to his call, just continued running, already breathing heavily.

Sizhui exchanged a quick glance with Jingyi and Zizhen, who he could see clearly now and who looked as drenched as he was, but they just looked at him with wide eyed uncertainty. Fear began creeping its way into Sizhui‘s veins and made his heart pound and he pushed it down, before it could make all his clear thinking take off like spooked horses.

“Wei-qianbei?!”, he repeated and allowed his own uncertainty to show in his voice.

“Don’t stop!”, Wei-qianbei answered at last, still running steadily.

“But-...”, Jingyi tried to intervene and their senior cut him clean off.

“Trust me”, he panted, a little frown on his face, “We’re gonna jump.”

“What?!”, Zizhen shouted, shocked, and nearly slipped in his haste to stop.

“Don’t stop, idiot!” Jin Ling, behind him, who, interestingly, hadn’t said anything yet to his uncle‘s crazy plan, grabbed Zizhen‘s arm and pulled him forward again.

“Can’t you hear the river? You’re not going to die. Just jump off the damn cliff!”, he added and pushed Jingyi, when it looked like he was about to stop running as well.

And, indeed, over the sound of the heavy rain, they could hear a very (very) fast river, that was rushing by the cliffside.

Before any of them could question their apparently a little crazy senior or Jin Ling being alright with said senior’s much crazier plan, Wei-qianbei turned his head slightly to look back at them.

“Jin Ling, can you take Zizhen?”, he called, without clarifying what exactly he meant with that, but it seemed the young sect leader didn’t need any clarification.

“I got him!”, he answered, curtly, and grabbed Zizhen‘s arm, again, holding on tight this time.

„What? Take me where?“, Zizhen shouted again, trying to get his arm free, but didn’t get an answer.

Behind them the garbled screams of the fierce corpses became steadily louder, probably meaning they, too, had broken through the tree line. Sizhui also began thinking, that, even for a fast running river, the sound of rushing water was a little to loud. In fact, it sounded quite a bit like…

“Is there a waterfall?!”, Jingyi shouted, his wide eyes fixed into the edge of the cliff that was steadily coming nearer.

“Don’t worry”, Wei-qianbei threw over his shoulder, slowing down, until he was between the two Lans.

“’Don’t worry’?! How am I supposed to not worry, when I will be jumping into a waterfall?!”, the Lan disciple asked incredulously, Jin Ling once again pushing him from behind, when he began slowing down.

“You’re not going to die!”, he repeated his earlier words, “It’s just a waterfall, stop being so dramatic about it, or would you rather go back to our undead friends?”

“Dramatic?! Me?! Aren’t you a little too calm?!”, Jingyi replied. Before he could go on, Wei-qianbei grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and Sizhui changed his sword into his right hand, when his other hand reached out for him, holding on to the quite cold, but familiar hand tightly.

“Hold on tight to your swords and don’t let go of my hand!”, their senior shouted, having to raise his voice to be heard over the roaring water below and the pelting water above them (and the screaming fierce corpses behind them).

The edge of the cliff was just a few more steps away, when Jingyi began saying „We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna DIE!“, and then the ground just stopped being there and Wei-qianbei leapt off the edge without hesitation, pulling both Lans with him, whether they were ready or not.

For a few long, agonizing moments, Sizhui was weightless, flying without the reassuring surface of his sword underneath his feet, his heart pounding loudly in his ears only just allowing him to hear Jingyi‘s terrified scream (he would regret that one later).

His head noted in an absentminded way, that the waterfall had in fact not been right below them, but a little to the left, so they hadn’t jumped right into it, though its stray water still made them even wetter than before (if that was even possible).

Then they hit the river.

The cold was a shock to his body he hadn’t been prepared for, even though he had already been drenched by the rain. He only just managed not to gasp and let out precious air or, even worse, breathe in water, his hands clenching tight around both their precious cargos (he didn’t even want to imagine how he would find his sword again, if the river washed it away).

Even underwater he could hear the roaring of the waterfall and could feel himself slowly but surely being towed by the current of the river, tugging at his robes and hair.

He had already lost any orientation he may have had when hitting the water, not being able to see anything around him except mud and leaves and branches rushing by, and only his mother’s hand still tightly around his kept the panic at bay, that threatened to overwhelm him.

It seemed like an eternity at the mercy of the cold river, but probably had only been a few moments, when Wei-qianbei tugged at his hand and pulled him into a direction that, for all that Sizhui knew, could as well have been the bottom of the river.

He broke through the surface with a gasp and immediately had to swallow water, that sloshed into his face, to keep himself from choking on it. He closed his mouth and tried to find his companions around him, while also trying not to choke on any more water that was constantly rushing into his face.

“Sizhui? Are you okay?”, he heard Wei-qianbei’s voice and turned around to its source, glad when he found a wet senior and a just as wet Jingyi next to him.

“Yes”, he answered, still breathless, and regretted it immediately, when he nearly choked on another mouthful of water.

Wei-qianbei pulled at him again, this time to get him closer to him, until he was pressed against his side, his mother’s arm securely around his middle.

“Jingyi, can you hold on to Sizhui? I need a free arm”, he asked over the roaring waterfall behind them and didn’t seem to have the same problem as the two Lans, of choking on water whenever they opened their mouth.

Jingyi nodded wildly and reached for Sizhui, sword thankfully still in his hand, who grasped his friend‘s arm tightly and pulled him against himself, as Wei-qianbei had done to him. Jingyi didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Sizhui‘s body, holding on for dear life, his sword hilt digging a little painfully into his stomach.

Now that his sight wasn’t blocked by Jingyi or as much water sloshing into his face (thanks to it being pressed into his mother’s dark robes), Sizhui could make out Jin Ling in his golden robes a little behind them, one of his arms around Zizhen’s middle and already pushing against the current with his free arm and legs, to bring them closer to the other three.

“Are both of you okay?”, Wei-qianbei asked, as soon as they were close enough to hear him over all the noise around them.

“Of course, although Zizhen probably pissed his pants when we jumped”, Jin Ling answered, seemingly unimpressed, Sizhui noted a little awed, with having to hold up both himself and his friend in the strong current, the water in his face bothering him just as little as his uncle.

“Did not!”, Zizhen gasped and, in similar fashion to the two Lans, immediately had to cough out what seemed like the whole river. Jin Ling only rolled his eyes at him and kept effortlessly fighting against the running water.

“Then let’s go”, Wei-qianbei said, ignoring their squabbling with a little smile.

And go they did.

Like it was nothing, Wei-qianbei and Jin Ling cut through the water against the current, as if there wasn’t an entire body of water trying to force them into the opposite direction, not to mention the rain still coming down on them, still making everything that much more difficult. When Sizhui caught Jingyi’s eyes over his shoulder, he was looking at him with the same wide eyed astonishment he was feeling himself.

The Lan sect was known for their (in his mother’s words: “ridiculous”) arm strength, but strong arms or not, Sizhui was sure he would have no chance against this river on his own. He wasn’t even sure if Hanguang-Jun would have a chance (although knowing his father, he could probably pull it off with merely a little frown on his face betraying his struggle, he was that kind of awesome).

When he looked in front of them again, he could make out a sharply banking shore to their right through the rain and asked himself how Wei-qianbei had known in which direction to swim.

When they were close enough to the bank to see it clearly, Wei-qianbei found a stray root from one of trees on the shore, growing out of the sandy wall of the bank and reaching into the water. He pulled at it and when it held, dragged it closer to them.

“Jingyi, you first”, he said.

Jingyi released one arm from his death grip around Sizhui and tucked his sword awkwardly into his belt to have both hands free. He closed his hand around the root, Wei-qianbei holding it steady for him. When he was sure he had a good grip, he released his hold on his friend completely, wrapping both his hands tightly around the lifeline, when the river immediately tried to sweep him away.

But Jingyi wouldn’t be Jingyi, if he allowed some river to best him, so he put a determined expression on his face and climbed the root, until he could pull himself onto the shore.

Wei-qianbei pushed Sizhui to the root next, and he tucked his sword into his belt like his friend had, before closing his hands around it.

Jingyi was waiting for him on the bank and helped him pull himself over the edge. When Zizhen came up next, they both grabbed his arms and dragged him the last bit to safety.

Jin Ling was up and next to them before they even had a chance of offering help, their senior close behind him.

In the end, they were the only ones not lying on the ground in an exhausted heap.

The rain pelting down on them no longer felt icy but only just cool after the much colder river and the sand underneath them was still comfortable, even when wet. At least much more comfortable than being thrown around by a river.

Even though Sizhui hadn’t been the one swimming, every muscle in his body seemed to hurt and some cramps made themselves known. He silently stretched his cramping muscles, allowing himself a sigh of relief when they relaxed. He may not have been swimming, but he did fight against an overwhelming force of fierce corpses in very bad weather and the stress and fear of jumping off a cliff (not quite) into a waterfall did the rest, he was allowed to be exhausted.

Jin Ling seemed to have a different opinion.

“How is it possible that you three are down there, panting like dogs, when Wei Wuxian and I did all the work”, he asked with a mocking frown, his arms crossed and standing in the relative shelter of one of the trees.

“How the hell can you swim all this way and climb up here and NOT be on the ground?”, Jingyi countered, lifting his head off the ground to avoid getting rain into his face while speaking.

“We grew up at Lotus Pier”, the young sect leader answered, as if that explained everything. It did not.

“We grew up surrounded by water. There is not a single child at Lotus Pier that doesn’t learn how to swim”, Wei-qianbei explained with a smile and soft eyes, “And although the lake around the pier is quite calm, there are a few rivers around it, leading out of Yunmeng, that have really strong currents. Many go swimming there, there are even competitions on who can swim fastest against the currents. Or at least there were...” He trailed off with a far off look in his eyes, ducking under the tree next to Jin Ling.

“There still are”, the sect leader said, “Uncle Jiang started them again when I was five or six.” He and Wei-qianbei looked at each other with a knowing look and a little smirk, probably because Sect Leader Jiang himself was one of the regular participants in those competitions.

“You do stuff like this for fun?”, Zizhen called out disbelieving and looked at the two in despair, when they only shrugged and nodded.

“And you say we Lans and our rules are insane”, Jingyi said into the air, letting his head thunk back into the sand and closing his eyes, clearly giving up on trying to understand the two clearly crazy YunmengJiang disciples.

“At least I didn’t scream like a little girl when I jumped down the cliff”, Jin Ling noted with devilish little smirk.

“At least I didn’t nearly stab myself to death on a branch”, Jingyi shot back immediately, not even opening his eyes, and only Wei-qianbei’s hand on his shoulder stopped the sect leader from throwing himself onto the Lan disciple.

Sizhui lazily turned his head to the side and opened one eye. Wei-qianbei was smiling, mirth dancing in his eyes, throwing an arm around his nephews shoulders that wasn’t shrugged off. Instead said nephew ducked his head to hide his probably red cheeks and swayed that much closer to his uncle.

Slowly, Sizhui dragged himself upright, not caring for once about his now dirty, sand-covered robes, stumbling instead to join Wei-qianbei and his friend under the tree. His mother was already reaching out with his free arm and Sizhui allowed himself to crash into his side, burrowing his face into his warm neck, sighing satisfied, when the arm was put around him and held him tight.

“A-Yuan?”, his mother inquired quietly, pressing a kiss into his hair.

“Just tired”, he hummed, “Let’s not do this again.” From his mother’s other side came an undignified snort, that he ignored, while his mother huffed, amused.

“Yeah, let’s not do this again”, said Jingyi, still lying in the sand, “I don’t think my nerves can handle another jump like that.”

“Maybe they could, if you don’t scream like a little girl again”, Zizhen remarked, also from the ground.

This time Jingyi shot up and glared at the other.

“At least I didn’t piss myself when I jumped”, he shot back and Zizhen scrambled upright as well, red already seeping into his cheeks.

“I did NOT piss myself!”

“I don’t know, Little Princess over there seemed to be pretty sure about that.”

“Who are you calling princess, you idiot?”

Jin Ling shook off the arm around his shoulders and went to stand over the two sitting boys and a few moments later they had him on the ground with them and were all wrestling around in the sand.

Sizhui tucked his smiling face back into his mother’s neck and made himself comfortable in his embrace. This was probably going to take a while…

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 14 - Savor

(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)

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When Lan Wangji came back to the bedroom, breakfast now spread out on the table, Wei Wuxian was already awake and sitting up in bed, even though it was way too early for his standards. The soft sheets were still partly wrapped around him, as was the innermost robe of the rich, red wedding robes Lan Wangji had peeled him out of the night before. The shimmering red fabric with little gems sewn into the hems was pooling around his form in a lovely contrast to the pale blue sheets, exposing the creamy skin of his back and arms.

When Wei Wuxian turned to him, he smiled, his dark hair flowing down his back in mussed waves, reminding Lan Wangji of how he had combed his fingers through it in the night, how he had wrapped it around his hand, had pulled it…

“Lan Zhan”, Wei Wuxian interrupted his straying thoughts, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly braid some of the hair over his shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. “Good morning.”

“Mn. Good morning”, he answered, unable to take his eyes off the picture of this, his, beautiful, precious man in his bed.

“Is breakfast already here? I must say I’m starving after all that strenuous activity you put me through last night, Lan Zhan.” The smile on Wei Wuxian’s lips turned into a wicked little grin and in a bit, Lan Wangji would go over there and kiss those lips until they drop open to let out all those delicious little sounds his shameless husband made last night.

In a bit, after he gave himself a few more moments to savor this picture before him, so he may never forget it…

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 15 – Golden

(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)

AU: Wei Wuxian was never brought to Lotus Pier, but instead grew up as a member of QishanWen, as one of Wen Rouhan’s inner circle. Wen Rouhan uses him to get information from other sects by making him not only a strong cultivator, but an exceptional dancer, sending him to seduce people with his body (no prostitution, Wei Wuxian would castrate any of his ‘victims’ that tried using him like that).

The story takes place at a Discussion Conference in Qishan, pre-canon.

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At a hand gesture of Wen Rouhan, the doors behind him opened and dancers in wide skirts and jiggling jewelry streamed into the space between the tables the sects sat at. A startled gasp went through the room, followed by agitated mumbling and when Lan Wangji heard even his brother next to him try to stifle an involuntary sound, he looked up from where his eyes had been fixed on his tea cup.

Eyes that widened immediately upon looking at the dancers that had already begun swaying and turning to the dark, heavy feeling music that was being played, because next to their long, layered skirts and a thin strip of fabric over their chests, those dancers weren’t wearing much else. Naked skin flashed in his field of view, naked arms and stomachs and longs legs, bared to the glances of the flustered and scandalized crowd, and Lan Wangji felt the tips of his ears becoming unbearably hot. It felt like watching a carriage tip over after hitting a bump in the road: horrible and shocking of the sort that made you unable to look away.

The murmurs in the room were still going on, the majority of the guests unsure whether to look away or not. The members of GusuLan behind him and his brother all looked flustered and shocked, their gazes flitting around the room to find something to look at that wasn’t the half naked dancers in the middle of it. Lan Xichen had directed his eyes at Wen Rouhan, who lounged in his opulent throne, looking comfortable and smug and not flustered at all, instead rather satisfied with the outrage he had caused.

Just as Lan Wangji thought he, too, could finally manage to rip his eyes away, to fix them on something that wouldn’t make his ears burn like they were on fire, they were caught by someone in the middle of the dancing group. It took him a moment to understand why he got caught on that someone, until he saw that it wasn’t a woman like all the other dancers, but a man.

A man, dressed in the same layered skirts in red and black and red again, the same flimsy top with the sun of QishanWen on it, but bedecked in much more jewelry than the women around him, as if he was the main attraction. There was an elaborate golden piece at the underside of his top, completing the upper half of the sun motif with drops of gold with red and black gems in them; golden bracelets were wrapped around his wrists and upper arms, throat, chest and even the creamy thigh and ankle that appeared every now and then between the layers of his skirts; chains with pearls of gold connecting bracelets, in his long, dark hair next to a longer red ribbon and hanging from the belt of red and gold discs at his hips.

Whenever he turned, the firelight would catch on all that gold and the deep red of the gems, as well as on the hundred tiny gems sewn into the hems on his skirts, making it look like they were on fire. He painted streaks of gold into the air with the flip of his hair and arms, pulling a golden aura with him like a veil of a wedding gown.

And no matter how much Lan Wangji tried, he could not rip his gaze away from that man. With every twist of his wrists, every shift of his shoulders, every throw of his head, he seemed to enthrall him, shackling his attention to himself with long fingers and longer legs, the flexing of his muscles visible under the naked skin of his stomach and back.

It was outrageous, scandalous and the Second Young Master of GusuLan should turn away like all the other members of his clan, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

And then the man threw back his head and his eyes locked onto his own for a moment, deep silver pools, sparkling like stars in the firelight, and something in his whole body seemed to tense and unlock at the same time, intoxicating heat and heady excitement rushing through his veins, making everything around him fall away and his whole being focus on the man in red and black and gold.

When the man grinned at him wickedly, Lan Wangji already knew from the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing loudly in his ears, that he would never be able to let this moment go, never mind forget the dancer with robes of fire and an aura of gold.

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(part two)

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 22 – Warmth

(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)

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The windows in the Jingshi were open, cold autumn wind blowing through the house, bringing with it dried leaves and the first wisps of nightly fog, cooling the temperature down to chilly levels. The air was almost frigid on their skin, nearly naked with only their underrobes barely covering them, pushed down to hang off their arms.

But no matter the chilly air, Lan Wangji wasn’t cold. How could he? There was warm skin pressed right up to his own, warm hands cradling his head, warm breath upon his face and silver eyes, like sparkling stars in the night sky, staring right into his own, filling him with love and awe and comfort.

He didn’t care about the cold, only pulled that warm, beloved body closer, crushing that precious weight against him until all he could feel was warmth, warmth, warmth, in the arms of his love.