He never thought he could be this happy.
//the end
He never thought he could be this happy.
//the end
protect Wei Ying from the shadows.
"My home is where my heart is. And my heart has belonged to Wei Ying for a very long time now."
The words nearly sweep Wei Wuxian off his feet before he can even begin to process them.
"What?"
(tbc)
protect Wei Ying from the shadows.
"My home is where my heart is. And my heart has belonged to Wei Ying for a very long time now."
The words nearly sweep Wei Wuxian off his feet before he can even begin to process them.
"What?"
(tbc)
The woman stops at the entrance to the village — enveloped by an old wooden fence — and turns her head just a little.
Lan Wangji stops too, finding his cover behind a thicket of small trees, hand clenching around Bichen.
"Lan er-gonzi, are you coming or not?"
(tbc)
The woman stops at the entrance to the village — enveloped by an old wooden fence — and turns her head just a little.
Lan Wangji stops too, finding his cover behind a thicket of small trees, hand clenching around Bichen.
"Lan er-gonzi, are you coming or not?"
(tbc)
The morning in the Lotus Pier comes bright and sunny. The world remains ignorant until Wei Wuxian does not show up for breakfast and the training at the drill grounds.
When Jiang Cheng returns and sends men to fetch him, they find nothing but an empty room.
Wei Wuxian is gone.
(tbc)
The morning in the Lotus Pier comes bright and sunny. The world remains ignorant until Wei Wuxian does not show up for breakfast and the training at the drill grounds.
When Jiang Cheng returns and sends men to fetch him, they find nothing but an empty room.
Wei Wuxian is gone.
(tbc)
He walks over to the crib and finds A-Yuan awake. The boy smiles at him and squeals happily, stretching his little arms towards him.
Wei Wuxian picks the child up and wipes his drool away with his sleeve.
If they are so ashamed to have him here, then he will make it easy for them.
He walks over to the crib and finds A-Yuan awake. The boy smiles at him and squeals happily, stretching his little arms towards him.
Wei Wuxian picks the child up and wipes his drool away with his sleeve.
If they are so ashamed to have him here, then he will make it easy for them.
Now he truly has no home. No place in this whole wide world. The last hope for something resembling a home now has turned into a prison.
And a part of him believes that he deserves this. He'll accept the punishment.
As long as A-Yuan is kept safe.
(tbc)
Now he truly has no home. No place in this whole wide world. The last hope for something resembling a home now has turned into a prison.
And a part of him believes that he deserves this. He'll accept the punishment.
As long as A-Yuan is kept safe.
(tbc)
"Wangji, if you're worried about Wei gonzi—"
"I'm not," Lan Wangji replies before Lan Xichen can finish and, turning around, heads back to Jingshi where everything is still filled with Wei Ying's lingering warmth.
Something tells him he might never see Wei Ying again.
(tbc)
"Wangji, if you're worried about Wei gonzi—"
"I'm not," Lan Wangji replies before Lan Xichen can finish and, turning around, heads back to Jingshi where everything is still filled with Wei Ying's lingering warmth.
Something tells him he might never see Wei Ying again.
(tbc)
Wei Wuxian sighs and squeezes her hand in return before giving her a small, cautious smile.
"Yes, shijie," he finally says and watches how Jiang Yanli's face blossoms.
She cups his face softly and watches how the silver eyes close.
"Then let's go home, my little A-Xian."
Wei Wuxian sighs and squeezes her hand in return before giving her a small, cautious smile.
"Yes, shijie," he finally says and watches how Jiang Yanli's face blossoms.
She cups his face softly and watches how the silver eyes close.
"Then let's go home, my little A-Xian."
Whatever it is, Wei Wuxian feels a sudden and overwhelming sadness filling his chest. He curls up on the bed, allowing a few stray tears drip into the mattress.
Is it rejection that hurts or something entirely else – he's not sure.
But he now wishes A-Yuan was here.
(tbc)
Whatever it is, Wei Wuxian feels a sudden and overwhelming sadness filling his chest. He curls up on the bed, allowing a few stray tears drip into the mattress.
Is it rejection that hurts or something entirely else – he's not sure.
But he now wishes A-Yuan was here.
(tbc)
Wei Wuxian allows himself to be led away. To safety or his death – that is yet to be determined.
For now, he and A-Yuan live.
(tbc)
Wei Wuxian allows himself to be led away. To safety or his death – that is yet to be determined.
For now, he and A-Yuan live.
(tbc)
"Don't you dare to move, you fucking Wen dog. Did you really think you could slip away unnoticed?"
Wei Wuxian doesn't have to turn to know who it is. He heard the man's voice downstairs last night.
Wei Wuxian turns around slowly and faces ten armed men in yellow robes.
It's over.
(tbc)
"Don't you dare to move, you fucking Wen dog. Did you really think you could slip away unnoticed?"
Wei Wuxian doesn't have to turn to know who it is. He heard the man's voice downstairs last night.
Wei Wuxian turns around slowly and faces ten armed men in yellow robes.
It's over.
(tbc)
Cough I mean
I AM ALIVE
Hihi
Please do not be mad, I have not abandoned my account or the stories I was writing, a lot of things happened consecutively, and I am scrambling to fix/find solutions for said issues that came up but as soon as I get them figured out I will be back and
Cough I mean
I AM ALIVE
Hihi
Please do not be mad, I have not abandoned my account or the stories I was writing, a lot of things happened consecutively, and I am scrambling to fix/find solutions for said issues that came up but as soon as I get them figured out I will be back and
Wei Wuxian lifts his head tiredly and looks up – the golden eyes are wide in horror as they stare down at him, greedily gliding over his features. They look at him like he's a ghost risen from the shadows, not a living and breathing being.
"Wei Ying... It's you."
(tbc)
Wei Wuxian lifts his head tiredly and looks up – the golden eyes are wide in horror as they stare down at him, greedily gliding over his features. They look at him like he's a ghost risen from the shadows, not a living and breathing being.
"Wei Ying... It's you."
(tbc)
Happy ending? Yes
Will I share more? Maybe at a different time 🤭
Happy ending? Yes
Will I share more? Maybe at a different time 🤭
(CW: canon divergence, amnesia, accidental baby acquisition, sex work, angst, blood, violence, happy ending)
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1.
The mighty clan of Qishan Wens have managed to subdue almost every other clan in the land, including the largest and the strongest ones.
Wei Wuxian's hand slides behind the layers and he smiles when his fingers wrap around what he's been looking for.
The Lan shudders.
"I can be Wei Ying," Wei Wuxian whispers, hot tongue and teeth scratching against the shell of the burning earlobe. "I can be anything you want."
(tbc)
Wei Wuxian's hand slides behind the layers and he smiles when his fingers wrap around what he's been looking for.
The Lan shudders.
"I can be Wei Ying," Wei Wuxian whispers, hot tongue and teeth scratching against the shell of the burning earlobe. "I can be anything you want."
(tbc)
I’ve got some news
Some updates
I’ve been working on the story however I have also been more focused on bringing some of my relatives to see why boycotting is important at the moment since some do not understand or claim to not understand and atm is more important to me than writing
I’ve got some news
Some updates
I’ve been working on the story however I have also been more focused on bringing some of my relatives to see why boycotting is important at the moment since some do not understand or claim to not understand and atm is more important to me than writing
Quite the conundrum
Quite the conundrum
It messes up the pages, carefully laid across the table, and disturbs the perfect flow of the ebony strands over the snow-white robes.
Lan Wangji places his fingers on the guqin strings and begins to play the same song for the tenth time that night.
(tbc)
It messes up the pages, carefully laid across the table, and disturbs the perfect flow of the ebony strands over the snow-white robes.
Lan Wangji places his fingers on the guqin strings and begins to play the same song for the tenth time that night.
(tbc)