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Art by  Kiwi_Raonan

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This is all I can think about lately…

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280721 // buy me a ko-fi

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First one hundred notes! I'm so happy~❤️

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I’m living for the Wei Wuxian sect’s leader AU 😭

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Fall of the Head Disciple

It wasn’t all that concerning to Wei Wuxian when he was told that Madam Yu wanted to see him. It would take hardly any effort at all to think of the many possible things he might’ve done that had warranted a complaint. He could take some scolding or whipping, so he had no real reason to be worried. Madam Yu often tended to wait until Uncle Jiang was outside of Lotus Pier to punish Wei Wuxian harder, so he was pretty used to it by now. 

He walked into the hall where Madam Yu was waiting for him, and furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t see her two shadows lurking around like usual. Probably off on some secret mission that nobody else was allowed to know about. He internally shrugged, and focused on the Jiang matriarch. “You wanted to see me?”

Madam Yu frowned as she stood up and walked over to Wei Wuxian. “Yes.” There was something about her expression that Wei Wuxian couldn’t quite read. It was like her usual disdain, but with a strange new addition. Almost like amusement? Though Wei Wuxian could not figure out why she’d be amused, considering how lowly she thought of him and his antics. “Wei Wuxian, as the head disciple of the Jiang Sect, you have certain obligations. You must never shame our sect, or do anything to ruin the reputation of my children.” She pressed her lips together for a moment, and stared off into the distance, not wanting to even look at Wei Wuxian. “I have been far too lenient on you in the past. Clearly none of your punishments have convinced you to change your ways. Someday you will bring about the complete ruin of the Jiang, unless I do something to stop you.”

Wei Wuxian felt an uneasiness stirring in his belly, but he offered up one of his usual pleasant smiles. “I understand. I promise I’ll do better next time.” Then he bowed for good measure. 

While he was bent forward, he was abruptly knocked to the ground, where he sprawled into an undignified heap. In a coordinated attack that was far too fast for Wei Wuxian to react properly, Jinzhu and Yinzhu had taken away Suibian and tightly bound up all his limbs, leaving him lying there like a trussed up chicken. 

This was certainly unlike any of the punishments he had faced in the past, and Wei Wuxian looked up at Madam Yu with uncertainty. “What…?” She stepped over him to head out of the hall, and spoke with her back facing Wei Wuxian. “Since you have not yet learned your lesson, I am determined to make sure that this one sticks. I should have known from the moment you came to Lotus Pier that you are just as big a whore as your mother. Well, it is of no matter. From now on, I will ensure that you are treated exactly as you deserve.” Before Wei Wuxian could protest or ask a question, or do anything, powder was sprinkled in his face that made him sneeze, and then everything went black.

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Wei Wuxian woke up shivering and uncomfortable. It didn’t take him long to realize that he was both naked and strapped down to a sturdy wooden stand. He heard snickers coming from behind him, but it was impossible to crane his neck back far enough to see what was going on. The most alarming part was that he could not for the life of him remember how he’d wound up in this situation, but he refused to let even a drop of fear show in his face. “Alright, alright, you’ve had your fun. Congratulations on capturing your Xian-xiong, we’ll all be laughing about this one for years to come.”

Someone finally spoke, and Wei Wuxian recognized the voice of one of the seniors. “We’re not even close to having had our fun. Madam Yu promised us two weeks.”

A shiver ran down Wei Wuxian’s spine. Two weeks? Two weeks of what? Then he realized that Jiang Fengmian had said he would be gone for about two and a half weeks, which meant that whatever was about to happen here was probably something he would disapprove of. That didn’t really narrow things down, though, considering how much he knew Madam Yu hated him. “What’s this, a public flogging? Nice. Real creative.” 

A different person laughed and spoke, and Wei Wuxian was horrified to realize it was one of the juniors that was a few years younger than him, one of the many kids to learn archery from him. “Wei Wuxian, you can’t seriously be that stupid, can you?” 

A large hand suddenly smacked against his ass, and Wei Wuxian jumped more from the shock than the sting. “We’re all here to do you a favor, and make sure that you understand your place in this sect, you slut.”

The heavy feeling in Wei Wuxian’s gut seemed to weigh about a million pounds by now, but he refused to beg. “I’m pretty satisfied with being head disciple, so I’m alright without a promotion right now, but thanks.”

He heard someone spit, and then he felt the slimy liquid land on his lower back, which was propped up at a perfect height for very sinister activities. Then the large hands returned, prying Wei Wuxian’s asscheeks apart without any warning, before he was spit on again. He could hear several different disciples spitting on him, and he had absolutely no idea how many of them were present. “It’s hilarious that this whore thinks he’ll have any time left to be head disciple once we’ve introduced him to his new role as the sect cumdumpster.”

Screw his pride. Wei Wuxian began to squirm around, but he was strapped in so tightly that he could barely even twitch. “Please, enough of this! Just let me go now, and no one has to-”

He was cut off by a harsh sting as he was slapped across the face, and he looked up to see Madam Yu sneering down at him. “You won’t be going anywhere, Wei Wuxian. After all the trouble you’ve caused for this sect, the least you could do is repay your martial brothers and sisters with your useless body. We’ll see if you ever cause trouble again by the time these two weeks are up.”

It was somewhat difficult to focus on what Madam Yu was saying, because Wei Wuxian was all too aware of the feeling of many hands roaming all over his body, pinching and slapping and rubbing. “Please, no, I’m sorry, I promise I won’t cause any trouble, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-”

She roughly grabbed him by the chin and yanked his head back so that they could look each other in the eyes. Because of the flat angle his neck was strapped down at, it caused a lot of strain for him to have his head tilted up like that. “What I want is for you to shut up and accept that this is all you are good for.” Then she let go and walked away, not even sticking around to witness the humiliation.

Something was shoved into Wei Wuxian’s hole without any warning, and he let out a grunt of pain, tears building up in his eyes. “Ha, this slutty cunt is sucking my finger right in. Who would’ve thought our shixiong is actually just a bitch in heat?”

One of the other disciples laughed. “It makes sense. He was just a stray on the streets, afterall.”

More fingers wriggled their way into Wei Wuxian’s hole with only drying spit to ease the way, and it burned worse than pretty much any pain he had felt before. He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to actually start crying in front of these freaks. 

When the fingers were suddenly removed, Wei Wuxian hated the way he felt way too open down there, but then he hated it more when something big and hard pushed into him, bullying its way through the aching flesh. The owner of the dick let out a deep moan. “Ah, it’s so warm and tight inside this pussy. Thanks for letting me go first. I can’t wait to compare it to later, when it’s going to be loose and sagging and worthless.” He spit onto Wei Wuxian’s back just for good measure, then began sawing in and out of Wei Wuxian’s body. His balls slapped against Wei Wuxian’s, the sound of it obscenely loud.

“I don’t want to have to wait in line forever,” one of the disciples announced after a few minutes. He walked around into Wei Wuxian’s field of view, already stroking his cock. “I’m going to test out the slut’s throat.” He glanced down at Wei Wuxian. “And if you even think of biting me, well. Let’s just say that you’ll regret it.” The dick was pushed into Wei Wuxian’s mouth without another word, and the disciple grabbed onto Wei Wuxian’s loose hair to use as a handle to drag himself back and forth. 

Despite the warning he’d been given, when the dick forced its way down his throat despite his gagging and coughing, he chomped down as hard as he could. He was immediately smacked hard enough to leave his ears ringing and his lip bleeding as the disciple pulled out his injured dick. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down Wei Wuxian’s cheeks, but he grinned victoriously up at the offender. 

“This untrained bitch needs some help with its manners,” he ground out through his gritted teeth. He tucked himself back into his robes, then limped out of sight. 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t feel satisfied for too long, though, because suddenly his attention was drawn back to his ass, as the thrusts into him sped up and then stopped, the disciple pressing in as deeply as possible. A moment later, burning hot warmth shot out and felt like it filled Wei Wuxian to the brim. When the man pulled out, someone else snickered. “Look at how much that pussy is leaking! Clearly this bitch is enjoying this!”

Someone else rammed in without warning, and they were bigger than the first person. Their dick pressed up against something that made it feel like sparks were fluttering through Wei Wuxian’s body, and he let out an involuntary moan. The same spot was hit several more times, and then someone grabbed Wei Wuxian’s dick far too roughly. “The whore’s little clitty is getting hard!” they crowed as if it were some damning evidence. 

“This is supposed to be a punishment, though. It’s no good if it enjoys itself too much.” Someone appeared in front of Wei Wuxian, and ripped his signature red ribbon out of the small high ponytail that he typically wore. Having his scalp roughly tugged at like that brought more tears to his eyes. They walked away, and then Wei Wuxian felt the ribbon being wrapped around the base of his dick, tied tightly enough that it hurt. As much as he hated it, he was glad that he would be unable to cum. He didn’t want anyone to mistake him for a willing participant to this. 

Several more disciples had the chance to fuck Wei Wuxian before the one he’d bit returned. He was holding a clamping tool that was generally used for construction. “Someone hold its head,” he snapped, and one of the younger disciples was quick to obey. They grabbed Wei Wuxian’s head and pulled it back, then they stuck fingers from both hands into his mouth, stretching his lips back so much that he could feel them dry and start to crack and bleed. “I’m going to make sure that you’ll be a good bitch from now on,” he growled. Then he clamped the tool down on one of Wei Wuxian’s teeth, and he only had a split second to understand before the tooth was being yanked out of his mouth. 

No matter how much he cried, and how much his gums bled, the disciple didn’t stop until there wasn’t a single tooth left in Wei Wuxian’s mouth, then he let out a satisfied sigh. The one who’d been holding Wei Wuxian’s head let go, and Wei Wuxian was barely aware of how uncomfortable his lips felt, because he was far more focused on the pain inside his mouth. “Wow, that was a good idea, shixiong! Now the bitch’s mouth really is only good for one thing!”

After that, it seemed like an endless, exhausting parade of dicks in his mouth and ass, until Wei Wuxian was so bloated with cum that he felt like he’d barely be able to move if someone were to set him free. And it was never ending, because even when the male disciples needed to rest and recharge, the female disciples would take whatever objects they could find that were even slightly phallic, and would fuck Wei Wuxian with them. They liked to make a game of it, fucking him with various miscellanous things, and asking him to guess what they were. Of course, it was impossible for Wei Wuxian to guess, because even when his mouth wasn’t occupied with dicks, his throat and mouth were far too sore to try speaking without teeth to make the sounds clearer. 

As it got darker out, the cum on and in Wei Wuxian’s body rapidly cooled down, leaving him much colder than before. He was barely aware of any individual part of his body, because all he could focus on was the pain and soreness and cold that seemed to be everywhere on and in him. 

Several of the disciples headed off, but Wei Wuxian could barely summon enough energy to be relieved by their absence. He didn’t have very high hopes that he’d be released and cared for just because everyone was heading to bed.

“Madam Yu!” called out the disciple who was currently lazily fucking Wei Wuxian, the one who seemed to be the ringleader of it all. “Ah, I was just about to wrap things up here and then go relieve myself. It’s good that you can supervise-”

“No need for you to go anywhere,” she interrupted. “The slut is already so full, I’m sure it won’t notice some extra volume. Besides, it’s not much good for anything else at this point.”

It seemed to take the disciple a moment to understand what he’d just been told, and then he let out a chuckle, like he’d just been told a funny joke. He thrust a few more times before coming, but didn’t pull out as he softened. He just waited, and then Wei Wuxian could feel a faster and hotter stream of liquid enter him as he was pissed in. He wanted to cry, but he was all out of tears.

Madam Yu gave him a long, indecipherable look. “You were made for this, Wei Wuxian,” she muttered. “It’ll be much easier on everyone now that you know your place.” 

Once everyone finally retired to bed, Wei Wuxian was left tied up, covered in various fluids, cold and naked and sore and tired. He wasn’t sure how he’d survive another two weeks of this hell. 

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wanted to say that I love your dark lan xichen x wei wuxian series! Saw that you take requests, could you do a dark fic where madam yu orders jiang disciples to humiliate and rape wwx while jfm is away. Her having a chance to take out her hatred

Here you go anon, hope this is what you want!

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Warm Arms on a Cold Night

Lan Wangji knew that he had a reputation among the younger generations as being a strict teacher who was more dedicated to the rules than anything else, but the truth was actually pretty far from that. He had lived long enough to know that there were some things that were far more important than obeying the rules. 

One such thing was his husband, who was currently being utterly ridiculous (distracting). “Lan Zhaaan. How am I supposed to finish my work when I keep seeing such a peerlessly handsome face out of the corner of my eyes?”

“Mn. I will go to the library so Wei Ying can work in peace.”

As expected, that suggestion only prompted a loud noise of faux distress as Wei Ying launched himself closer to Lan Wangji, and wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s arm to gently hold him into place. “Lan Zhan, it’s all snowy and gross out there. Besides, if you leave then that would be even worse!”

Lan Wangji raised one eyebrow. “What does Wei Ying want, then?”

Wei Ying tilted his head to the side as he pretended to think about it, even though he’d clearly had a plan in mind as soon as he’d started whining. “Hmm… oh, I know! What if my eyes were covered? Then I would not get so distracted by my Lan-er-gege. Ah? Don’t tell me that’s too shameless even for the man who suggested such filthy ideas just last night? Or have you already forgotten them? Perhaps I could remind you of what you-”

Lan Wangji used the Lan silencing spell on Wei Ying, who gave him a smug closed mouth smile. He practically draped himself across Lan Wangji’s lap, loosely wrapping his arms around the back of Lan Wangji’s neck as he nuzzled in close. His warm breath against the bare skin of Lan Wangji’s neck was too much. Wei Ying had been teasing him all day, clearing hoping for a certain outcome. Lan Wangji was more than happy to oblige his husband.

He abruptly stood up, carrying Wei Ying bridal style over to the bed and then dropping him down. Wei Ying continued making many noises, though the silence spell prevented any intelligible words from getting through. “Wei Ying should not cause trouble if he doesn’t want to be punished,” Lan Wangji lectured, though he knew that Wei Ying would be able to see right through any facade of harshness. 

He reached up to untie his forehead ribbon, and then got onto the bed, knees on either side of Wei Ying’s waist, as he held the ribbon in front of Wei Ying and raised one eyebrow. His husband nodded eagerly, and even batted his eyelashes a few times, which got a soft remark of, “Shameless,” out of Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji wrapped the ribbon around Wei Ying’s head, tightly enough that it would keep out even the faintest hint of light, but not so tight that it would give him a headache. Then he released the silence spell, because he enjoyed the sound of his husband’s voice too much to go without it for very long. “Lan Zhan, be gentle, okay? This weak and fragile old man can only take so much.”

Only because Wei Ying’s eyes were covered did Lan Zhan allow himself to roll his eyes. “Wei Ying can take it,” he asserted. Then he grabbed the front of Wei Ying’s robes and tore them open, not caring if he ruined them. Robes could always be replaced, and the sight of Wei Ying lying there in his ripped robes made blood rush straight to Lan Wangji’s cock. 

Without any warning, he leaned closer and bit down hard on one of Wei Ying’s nipples. Then he sucked it between his teeth, running his tongue over the tip of the sensitive bud. Wei Ying let out a surprised yelp. “Ah! Lan-er-gege, there’s nothing in there yet! You have to breed me first if you want me to be all full with milk!”

Lan Wangji let out a growl at the mental imagery of Wei Ying, belly swollen big enough to contain a child. Obviously it was impossible, but he and Wei Ying both took great pleasure in imagining such a scenario. 

Once he was satisfied that he’d thoroughly abused the left nipple, Lan Wangji moved to the right to give it the same treatment, while reaching up to pinch and pull at the left nipple with his fingers. He enjoyed each gasping noise and soft mewl that slipped out of Wei Ying’s mouth. He also enjoyed the feeling when Wei Ying laced his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair, pressing Lan Wangji’s mouth closer to Wei Ying’s chest.

Lan Wangji continued working over Wei Ying’s nipples until they were puffy and flushed red. Then he shuffled a bit further down the bed, kissing a path down Wei Ying’s skin from his chest to his hips. He pressed down on Wei Ying’s hips to stop his husband from squirming too much, and he hoped that he was using enough force to leave behind hand shaped bruises.

Then he kissed his way all around Wei Ying’s cock, careful to avoid providing any stimulation. Wei Ying let out a loud whining noise. “Lan Zhan, you’re such a bully! Teasing your poor, innocent husband like this!” “It’s not teasing if I follow through,” Lan Wangji murmured before suddenly gripping both of Wei Ying’s thighs and shoving them back so his knees were by his face, and then Lan Wangji dove down to begin licking around Wei Ying’s hole. He could still taste the faint traces of his own seed from their most recent coupling. 

Because of how often they did this, it took hardly any time at all before Wei Ying was soft and loose, and Lan Wangji began fucking his tongue into Wei Ying’s hole. The noises Wei Ying made were irresistible, and Lan Wangji could feel the ache of his cock as it somehow hardened even more. 

The white forehead ribbon was made much darker by Wei Ying’s sweat and tears as he sobbed in pleasure. “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Please!”

Lan Wangji pulled back just far enough to say, “Please what?”

“Ah, Lan Zhan, please fuck me! Fuck me with your massive dick and fill me up with babies, please, please, please!” Then there were a bunch of garbled noises that were probably supposed to be words, but Wei Ying could barely focus well enough to make them come out audibly. 

Deciding to take pity on his husband, Lan Zhan shoved aside his own robes, not even bothering to strip them off, and shoved himself into Wei Ying in one rough thrust. Without pausing for even a moment to let Wei Ying adjust, Lan Wangji began fucking into him, the shaking of their entire bed accompanied by the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Apparently Wei Ying grew tired of being blinded, because he reached up to yank the forehead ribbon off and tossed it over the side of the bed. Then he reached up to drag his fingernails down Lan Wangji’s back, encouraging Lan Wangji to thrust even harder. “Is this- ah, ah, ah- is this the best er-gege can do?” Wei Ying managed to pant out. “After all his uh-” he cut himself off to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Lan Wangji repeatedly rammed into that special spot inside him. “You’re breeding me so well,” Wei Ying gasped. “I’m going to get so big from your babies and-!” Lan Wangji finally reached down to wrap his hand around Wei Ying’s cock, and Wei Ying came almost immediately, cum spurting out and getting rubbed into both of their chests. 

Seeing the look of absolute bliss on Wei Ying’s face was enough for Lan Wangji to find his own pleasure. He gave a few last thrusts, then came deep inside the warmth of Wei Ying’s body. When he was soft enough to slip right out of Wei Ying, Lan Wangji got up to grab a towel and dip it into the tub so that it would be warm and damp as he returned to the bed and very gently ran the cloth over Wei Ying’s sensitive body. Wei Ying shivered as Lan Wangji cleaned him, smiling up at Lan Wangji. “What a good husband,” he praised.

Lan Wangji just knew that his ears were turning red as he carefully tipped back a cup of tea so that Wei Ying would be able to drink it without having to lift a hand himself. Lan Wangji pulled back the blanket so that he could wrap it tightly around Wei Ying and himself as he slipped into bed and curled around his husband. “Rest,” he commanded softly. He rubbed his hand gently up and down Wei Ying’s arm, and pressed a series of light kisses over Wei Ying’s forehead and eyelids. “Besides, Wei Ying is the one who is good.”

Wei Ying hummed thoughtfully before deciding, “It’s a tie.” Then he snuggled even closer to Lan Wangji, so the two of them were utterly entwined. It was one of Lan Wangji’s favorite positions to be in. “‘Night, Lan Zhan. I love you.”

“Goodnight, Wei Ying. I love you.” Then the two of them drifted off to sleep, feeling so warm in each other’s arms that it was almost impossible to believe that it was snowing outside. 

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Wei Ying goads his husband into a certain reaction, and they are both quite satisfied with the result.

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Daring Escape

 Lan Wangji looked up curiously as his brother entered the jingshi, the noise of a crying baby preceding him, and he couldn’t help the way his expression softened at the sight of his squalling nephew. “Ah, I hate to bother you, Wangji, but I have important sect business I need to deal with, and a-Yuan doesn’t want to be handed off to any of the nursemaids.”

 Lan Wangji stood and carefully accepted the infant, making sure to properly support the head and neck the way he’d been taught. “Is Lan furen still feeling ill?” Lan Xichen grimaced in concern before nodding.       

Ever since his brother’s wedding, very few people in the Cloud Recesses had actually seen Lan Xichen’s wife. It had bothered Lan Wangji at first, imagining someone else being locked up and forced to suffer the way their own mother had, but Lan Xichen had assured him that Wei Wuxian was a very sickly person, and it was safest to keep him away from anyone who might make him sick, especially after being weakened from giving birth. Having no reason to doubt his brother, Lan Wangji had accepted the reasoning, and Wei Wuxian had remained out of the public eye over the past year and a half since marrying into the Lan sect. “I should be finished before dinner. I hope a-Yuan does not cause you too much trouble in the meantime.”

 “It is no trouble,” Lan Wangji assured his brother.

Satisfied with that, Lan Xichen took off to go take care of his duties, leaving Lan Wangji to watch over the baby who always seemed to calm down when placed in Lan Wangji’s arms. “Do you miss your father already?” a-Yuan grinned at Lan Wangji, showing off his toothless gums, and Lan Wangji couldn’t refrain from offering a rare smile in return. It seemed impossible for anyone to not find a-Yuan’s joy contagious.

 A little while later is when everything started to go wrong. a-Yuan sniffled a few times, and Lan Wangji gently rocked him in his arms. That didn’t calm the baby down, though, and instead he burst into tears, wailing loudly. Lan Wangji tried all the usual tricks, including making soothing noises, speaking softly, offering some of the bottled milk that had been left with him, and changing a-Yuan’s diaper, but nothing seemed to work.

 Out of ideas, but not wanting to disturb Lan Xichen from his important business, Lan Wangji began walking the familiar path towards the gentian house, where Wei Wuxian lived. He did not want to disturb Wei Wuxian’s rest, but he figured that a-Yuan’s mother would be able to calm the baby down and then Lan Wangji could head out again.

 Nervous knots twisted in Lan Wangji’s stomach. He had not been back here since his mother’s death. Perhaps it would be healing, in a way, for Lan Wangji to see a Lan furen who was happily housed there rather than imprisoned. He knocked politely on the front door but there was no response. Lan Wangji considered turning back, but a-Yuan’s crying had only managed to get louder, which was impressive considering how tiny his lungs were, and Lan Wangji did not enjoy seeing his beloved nephew in such distress.

 Later, he would ask for forgiveness for barging in. For now, Lan Wangji opened the front door and stepped inside. “Wei Wuxian?” There was a muffled noise from nearby.

 Still carefully cradling a-Yuan, Lan Wangji stepped into the main bedroom, then immediately closed his eyes and turned away. He couldn’t even think straight long enough to mutter out a proper apology for what he had just witnessed. While Lan Wangji was aware enough of his own strange… proclivities, he had not needed to know that his brother and Wei Wuxian enjoyed similar games in the bedroom.

 Expecting flustered noises, or anything, really, in response to having been seen, Lan Wangji was confused when Wei Wuxian simply said nothing. What if something was seriously wrong? What if Wei Wuxian had gotten sick while waiting for his husband to return?

 Lan Wangji took a deep breath, then carefully set a-Yuan down on the kitchen table before steeling himself to not react inappropriately at the sight of his brother’s wife. He returned to the bedroom and cautiously approached the bed, where Wei Wuxian was stretched out across the bed, limbs all secured.

 It was the first time Lan Wangji had ever seen Wei Wuxian’s face, since it had obviously been covered with a red veil at the wedding, and he couldn’t help noticing that Wei Wuxian was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. But then he noticed other things that made him feel quite uncomfortable.

 There were tear tracks leading down Wei Wuxian’s face, and a cloth tied very tightly around his mouth in a way that prevented him from speaking. His arms and wrists seemed to be bruised and bloody from the restraints, and with his entire body naked, it was easy to make out the many injuries and scars that crossed his pale skin.

 Wei Wuxian’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he whimpered piteously when Lan Wangji reached out to carefully remove the gag. “Are you alright?” There was no response, and Wei Wuxian did not open his eyes, so Lan Wangji felt the worry in his stomach quickly grow. “I’m going to cut you free, and then I will see to your injuries.” He wasn’t sure of exactly what had happened, but clearly Lan Xichen had gone too far.

 Lan Wanji was very careful with Bichen as he cut through the restraints, and he pulled out some healing salve to gently rub onto Wei Wuxian’s wrists and ankles. Then he found a blanket to tug up and cover Wei Wuxian’s naked body. “Do you want to see a-Yuan now?”

 That’s when Wei Wuxian’s eyes snapped open, revealing a dull silver that somehow looked wrong. He gave Lan Wangji a long, dazed look, seeming to take in every detail, before speaking in a croaky voice that sounded like it had not been used in a long time. “You’re not Lan Huan.”

 Lan Wangji shook his head. “I am Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan,” he confirmed. “I brought a-Yuan because he would not stop crying.” Though as he said that, he realized that he had not heard the loud wailing in a few minutes. “I will be right back.”

 He got up from where he’d been kneeling next to the bed so that he could go and get baby a-Yuan, but a hand reached out to snag the back of his robe with a surprisingly strong grip. “Don’t- don’t leave me here,” came that desperate, hoarse voice.

 Lan Wangji gently removed Wei Wuxian’s hand and placed it back down on the bed. “I am only getting your son, and then I will be right back.” As he left the bedroom, the bad feeling in his stomach only grew worse and worse. As little as he wanted to think about his brother in bed, he couldn’t stop his mind from whirling through all the possibilities that could have led to this.

 When he returned to the bedroom, a-Yuan began flailing his limbs around, instinctively reaching out to his mother. At the sight of the baby, Wei Wuxian didn’t start sobbing, but silent tears began to drip down his cheeks, and he was so gentle as he took a-Yuan from Lan Wangji’s arms, making soft shushing noises. He sat up, causing the blanket to drop down to his lap. “Ah, ah, it’s alright baobao. Mama’s here.” When one of a-Yuan’s chubby feet bumped into a dark looking bruise on Wei Wuxian’s side, Wei Wuxian didn’t even flinch, like the pain was irrelevant.

 a-Yuan calmed down very quickly, apparently having been waiting for his mother to soothe him. Then, exhausted from keeping up his crying for so long, a-Yuan slipped into a nap.

 Lan Wangji found it difficult to look away from the sight in front of him, even though he knew that he should. It was just so gentle and caring and sweet, marred only by the marks that seemed to cover Wei Wuxian’s body. He glanced away to look for a crib, ready to offer to take the sleeping baby out of Wei Wuxian’s arms that looked like they were starting to tremble, but he frowned when he didn’t spot one. “Where does a-Yuan sleep?”

 There was a very long moment of silence before Wei Wuxian spoke, still not looking away from a-Yuan’s sleeping face, like he thought he’d never get the chance to see his son again. “Away from here,” Wei Wuxian murmured.

 The picture that was starting to come together about Lan Xichen’s marriage was a very unpleasant one. He decided that it was worth risking offending his brother-in-law if it meant getting the truth out of him. “Wei Wuxian, tell me plainly. Do you wish to stay here?”

 Wei Wuxian’s head jolted up, and he stared at Lan Wangji with wide, alarmed eyes. “Why are you asking me that? Why are you here?” His breathing became labored and uneven, his eyes getting a lost, feverish look to them. “Why would you let me see him?” It sounded like it was painful for him to speak, but that didn’t stop him. “What do you want from me? What do any of you want from me?”        

 That seemed like an answer enough to Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian had been tied up, abused, unable to speak, and isolated from everyone else, including his own child. He thought of his own childhood, of only getting to see his mother once a month, of how sad she always looked. Of how he had been too young to get it at the time, but eventually understood that she had taken her own life. He thought of his older brother, who had always loved him and cared for him, and understood him like nobody else ever had. And Lan Wangji hardened his heart against his mental image of Lan Xichen’s gentle gaze.

 “I am taking you away from here,” Lan Wangji announced abruptly, cutting off Wei Wuxian’s panicked babbling.

 Wei Wuxian blinked up at him a few times, then furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. “What?”

 “Both of you,” Lan Wangji clarified, nodding towards the sleeping infant. “Anywhere you wish to go, I will get you out of the Cloud Recesses and bring you there.” Perhaps it would be better to bring Wei Wuxian to Uncle, and have Lan Xichen’s crimes aired before the entire sect. But it would be cruel to force Wei Wuxian to recount whatever he had been through in his time here. And there was no telling who might choose to be more loyal to their sect leader than was wise. So for now, Lan Wangji would settle for getting Wei Wuxian and a-Yuan as far away from here as possible. And then, maybe someday, he would come back to make sure that Lan Xichen got what he deserved.

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Lan Wangji's baby nephew will not stop crying, so he decides to bring the boy to Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji is utterly horrified by what he finds waiting in the house that had once been used to imprison his mother.

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Anonymously ask me anything you want.

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What are your thoughts on incest when it comes to fics?

I don’t care to read it, I’ll write it for the sake of fucked up porn, but if it’s written with the intent to be shown as good and healthy then I don’t like it

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Wei Ying almost wished that he could just go back to the time where he’d been vomiting every morning, because anything seemed better than right now, where his stomach was so large and cumbersome that he could barely move. The healer who came to see him every other day had prodded around Wei Ying’s stomach none too gently a few months ago, and declared that Wei Ying was surely carrying twins. 

The weight of growing two entire humans was just too much for Wei Ying’s frame, which hadn’t gained much weight at all anywhere other than his stomach. The healer had said that Wei Ying’s weight plus twins made this a riskier pregnancy than normal, and upon hearing that, Lan Huan had declared that Wei Ying was not allowed to leave bed for anything at all, to avoid straining himself.

At first, Wei Ying had assumed that it was an exaggeration, but the first time a servant reported to Lan Huan that they’d seen Wei Ying get up to relieve himself, Lan Huan had angrily stormed into the room. He’d slapped Wei Ying across the face, then tied Wei Ying’s hands to the headboard with barely any slack. Apparently he didn’t care that much about the strain caused by Wei Ying’s aching shoulders or his wrists which had already been bandaged up several times after being rubbed raw by the ropes. The first time Wei Ying had relieved himself in bed had been utterly humiliating, but apparently humans really could get used to anything if it happened for a long enough time. It helped that the servants responsible for cleaning him up and changing his bedding every day never tried to speak to him or look him in the eyes. 

It was now presumably getting closer to the end of his pregnancy (though Wei Ying had no real way to track the passage of time), and Wei Ying could not wait to give birth. Even if he wouldn’t be allowed to leave this room on his own, he would surely be given at least a little more freedom than he had at the moment, if only so he could take proper care of the children. 

Wei Ying glanced down at his stomach, which was large enough that he could barely see his own feet, and then squeezed his eyes shut. He had very mixed feelings about these children. There had always been a part of Wei Ying that had yearned for a family of his own, one where the children would be showered in so much love that they would be sick of it. But this pregnancy had not been his choice, had not been with someone he cared for in the slightest, and hadn’t even stopped his husband from having his way with Wei Ying’s body whenever he felt like it.

As though he was summoned by Wei Ying’s thoughts, the door slid open and Lan Huan came inside. Wei Ying looked up at him dully and said nothing. He’d long learned his lesson about speaking without being prompted to.

Lan Huan seemed to be in a cheerful enough mood, but Wei Ying was far too used to his husband’s behavior to find that reassuring at all. “Hello slut. You look about ready to pop, don’t you? Healer Lan said that it’s starting to get dangerously close to the right time. Don’t worry, though, he told me what I can do to help move things along.” 

He slowly stripped out of his robes and folded them neatly before setting them aside and getting onto the bed, hovering over Wei Ying’s naked body. “I’ve been kind enough to stick to your ass for the past few months, but it’s gotten all stretched out and loose, and just isn’t very useful anymore. Luckily, your cunt should have gotten tight enough after going so long without anything in it. I’m sure that greedy pussy is just begging for something to be shoved inside.”

Wei Ying started to shake his head, then stopped himself, not wanting to get punished for disobeying. Unfortunately, he hadn’t aborted the motion soon enough, and a dangerous gleam entered Lan Huan’s eyes. “You don’t have to worry, slut. I wouldn’t risk harming my heirs.” 

He tried to push himself into Wei Ying’s pussy without any preparation, but it was too dry for such a large cock to enter, and Lan Huan pulled away, looking at Wei Ying with disgust. “You’re not even good for the one thing you’re supposed to be able to do.” He spat onto Wei Ying’s cunt, then slapped down with a lot of force. Wei Ying let out a startled squeal of pain, which only seemed to encourage Lan Huan to slap his pussy a few more times.

Tears were leaking out of Wei Ying’s eyes as Lan Huan slathered his cock in lotion, and then shoved his way into Wei Ying’s body. Lan Huan kept up an extreme pace, balls slapping against Wei Ying’s ass. Wei Ying was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it.

When he felt hot cum filling him up, Wei Ying was foolish enough to believe that it was over for now, but to his horror, he could feel that Lan Huan hadn’t softened at all inside of him. When he looked up at his husband in shock, Lan Huan just grinned. “Ah, so you’ve figured out my surprise, have you? One of the many benefits of having such a large library of cultivation manuals. Now I’m going to fuck you until your water breaks.”

Lan Huan was as good as his word. Wei Ying eventually floated off, lost in his own mind in an attempt to ignore the sensations that his body was forced to feel. He was only dragged back to the present when he was slapped harshly across the cheek. “You little slut, did you just piss on me?” He reached forward to grab one of Wei Ying’s swollen nipples, and pinched until Wei Ying was screaming hoarsely. 

It was only after the pain began to fade that Wei Ying realized there was something else going on. “Ah, I think they’re coming-” he gasped out.

From the look on Lan Huan’s face, it was clear that he’d figured that out first, and had just felt like hurting Wei Ying, which was nothing out of the ordinary at this point. 

A healer was summoned to the room, and Wei Ying was told to push as his children got ready to enter the world. Every time Wei Ying let out a shout of pain he would be slapped, so he bit his lip to hold in the sounds. The pain only got sharper, though, and then Wei Ying’s mouth was filled with blood and he realized that he’d bitten right through his lip.

Lan Huan scoffed. “What a disgusting little slut. Alright, if you’re so desperate to have something in your mouth, then I’ll oblige you. Be sure to thank me for being so generous.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying mumbled as blood dripped out of his mouth. 

A hollow gag was shoved into his mouth, pressing deep into his throat, and then Lan Huan’s cock was pushing into Wei Ying’s mouth. It stretched the sensitive wounded flesh of his lip, and Wei Ying’s eyes watered as he was assaulted with pain on all sides.

Eventually Lan Huan came and Wei Ying had to gulp to try and swallow it all down before he choked on it. Then Lan Huan pulled away, but left the gag in place, leaving Wei Ying’s mouth stretched far too wide, with him unable to swallow down the saliva that built up in his mouth. 

None of that mattered, though, when he heard the noisy cries of a baby, and he tried to reach out to hold them, but his arms were still tied to his headboard. He made unintelligible grunting noises, unable to speak clearly with the gag in his mouth. 

He looked up and saw Lan Huan standing there, cradling a freshly swaddled newborn. “I’m glad to see that they don’t take too much after their whore mother.” Wei Ying strained to pull his arms free, but of course was unable to do so. “Hopefully being raised by someone responsible and respectable will stop them from becoming as disgusting and sluttish as you.” Wei Ying tried to call out, but he was completely ignored as Lan Huan and the healer walked away, each carrying one of the babies. Wei Ying’s nipples were leaking milk at the sound of the crying infants, but there was nothing he could do.

It was probably later that night, though it could have also been weeks later for all Wei Ying knew, when Lan Huan returned. “Well, I must say that you did an adequate job accomplishing your one purpose in life. I’m sure I’ll be able to get many good children out of you, since that’s all you’re good for.” 

Wei Ying wanted to scream, but his mouth was too dry from being stretched open by the gag still. This was really all he was going to have for the rest of his life, wasn’t it.  

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One of my biggest pet peeves is when you properly tag a fic with all the stuff that’s messed up about it, and then someone reads it and gets upset and leaves a nasty comment. Like they could’ve literally just chosen to not read it based on the tags/summary, so how is that my fault?

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After Wei Ying died, Lan Wangji was devastated. He had a reason to live on, which was to raise and love and protect a-Yuan, the last connection he had left to Wei Ying, but it wasn’t the same as having his true love by his side. If Lan Wangji could go back in time he would make so many different choices, and would stand by Wei Ying’s side even as the rest of the world stood against him. Maybe then Wei Ying would still be alive today, and Lan Wangji’s heart would not be completely shattered. But there was no point in thinking about the what-ifs, because there was nothing that Lan Wangji could do to change the past. All he could do was make sure that it wouldn’t be possible for such a horrific tragedy to ever happen again.

,,,

Lan Sizhui was a very good kid, a model Lan. Most of the time, Lan Wangji just felt proud of his son, but there were some times where he felt regret that there was not more of Wei Ying’s influence, since it had apparently been just as destroyed by that fever as the memories were. 

Still, for the most part, Lan Wangji was just grateful to be a part of Lan Sizhui’s life. Now that he’d finished healing from his punishment scars (though he was sure that there would always be some pain from those marks), Lan Wangji decided to take Lan Sizhui on a little field trip down to Caiyi Town. It was a few days from Lan Sizhui’s birthday (which Lan Wangji had decided on making the day he had discovered Lan Sizhui and brought him back to the Cloud Recesses, since he didn’t know the actual date), and Lan Sizhui was turning eight. 

Lan Sizhui seemed excited to go down to the town, since he had refused to go on outings away from the Cloud Recesses while Lan Wangji was healing, something about being afraid that Lan Wangji would disappear while Lan Sizhui was gone. So now they were heading out together, and Lan Wangji had brought his purse, ready to buy several presents for Lan Sizhui, even if his uncle would probably consider it excessive. But his uncle’s opinion did not mean as much to him these days, not when compared to the look on Wei Ying’s face whenever he’d looked at little a-Yuan, wanting to provide the best life possible for the boy. 

Lan Wangji never bothered bartering with the merchants. He was sure that he could manage to drive the prices down if it tried, but it’s not as though he didn’t have the money, and besides that, it was times like these where he could almost imagine the sound of Wei Ying’s laughter in his ears, teasing him for paying full price. 

Apparently the merchant in front of him felt bad that Lan Wangji was not trying to lower the price. “Ah, but for such a impressive young master as yourself, this price is really too much. Perhaps I can offer a special discount, as a thanks for the work you do to keep Gusu safe.”

“No need,” Lan Wangji said stiffly. If it was for Lan Sizhui, he would pay any amount of money, no matter how outrageous. And besides, supporting the local merchants could only be seen as a good thing. The merchant still looked awkward, and opened his mouth to say something else. Lan Wangji silently berated himself for being rude as he looked away, to glance down at Lan Sizhui. His heart seemed to stop beating as he realized that his son was no longer standing next to him. He immediately looked back at the merchant. “Did you see where the boy with me went?”

The merchant’s eyes widened at the frantic tone in Lan Wangji’s usually flat voice. He nodded to somewhere behind Lan Wangji. “I wasn’t paying close attention, but I think he might’ve wandered off towards that alley.”

Lan Wangji slammed down some money without checking how much it was, shoved the toy into his sleeve, and then rushed off to the alley. “Lan Sizhui?” He was on edge, prepared to fight off whoever might have lured away his normally well-behaved child.

It was a relief to hear Lan Sizhui’s voice, sounding unharmed as his bright white robes slowly came into sight out of the shadows of the alley. “Father, I made a friend.” There was a small smile playing across his face. 

The tension didn’t leave Lan Wangji’s muscles until he heard a child’s laughter, and Lan Sizhui’s friend emerged from the shadows as well. It was just a young boy, who looked perhaps a few years younger than Lan Sizhui. The boy had dirt smeared on his cheeks and wavy black hair that stuck out all over the place. Lan Wangji even let himself offer a tiny smile to the boy, grateful to see Lan Sizhui connecting with another child. Lan Sizhui was usually far too solemn for someone of his age. “Hello, young master.”

The boy giggled at the formal address. “a-Yuan, your dad is funny!” 

Something about the boy felt strangely familiar. Which didn’t make much sense, since Lan Wangji had been bedridden the past few years, and this boy didn’t look old enough for Lan Wangji to have encountered him before that. “What is your name?”

The boy snorted like the question was a joke, then nearly toppled over from bowing forward with such exaggeration. When he looked back up at Lan Wangji, he was still grinning. “a-Ying is a-Ying!” he proclaimed as though it should have been obvious. 

That name sent a stab of pain through his heart, and then Lan Wangji took a few steps closer, to really examine the child. Those playful silver eyes, that smile so bright it nearly hurt to look at… the fact that Wei Ying had died a little over three years ago, and this a-Ying looked to be about that old… “Wei Ying?” he murmured, terrified to be wrong.

a-Ying blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Just a-Ying.”

Lan Wangji knew Lan Sizhui was looking at him in confusion, but Lan Wangji could barely focus over the sound of his beating heart. “How old is a-Ying? Where are your parents?”

a-Ying furrowed his brows adorably as he thought about it, then finally held up three fingers. “a-Ying is this many! And…” that beautiful smile faltered for less than a second before fixing itself. “a-Ying is alone.”

It was too good to be true, and yet it had to be true. For all the suffering that Lan Wangji had been through, he was being gifted with a very precious second chance. And it was a second chance for Wei Ying as well, to grow up in a home where he would be loved and cared for, and never made to feel like his life wasn’t as important as someone else’s. Even Lan Wangji didn’t know the full extent of the damage that had been done to Wei Ying in the Jiang household, but he was determined to not let history repeat itself.

So Lan Wangji knelt down on one knee, and slowly reached out his hand toward the little boy. “Would a-Ying like to come home with us?”

Lan Sizhui’s eyes lit up at the idea, and he looked at Lan Wangji excitedly. “I can have a brother?”

“For now,” Lan Wangji allowed. “Someday a-Ying will be my wife.” He could already picture the wedding ceremony, with Wei Ying veiled in red, and Lan Wangji would get the chance to wrap his forehead ribbon around Wei Ying’s wrist and mean it, and they would finally get the happy ending that had been torn away from them by the war and by everything Wei Ying had suffered through. Lan Wangji looked at a-Ying, who was watching him with large, pensive eyes. “Would a-Ying like that?”

a-Ying tilted his head to the side and reached up to rub at his nose, and even though Lan Wangji had never met his Wei Ying at such a young age, the movement was so familiar that it left no doubt in his mind that this really was his Wei Ying. “Wife? Isn’t that like, hm, kissing stuff?”

Lan Wangji let out a soft laugh. “Eventually. Not until a-Ying is older, though.” Lan Wangji thought of the very first time they’d fought on the rooftops in the moonlight, when they were sixteen years old. Even then, Lan Wangji had wanted to kiss that smug look off of the beautiful stranger’s face, though at the time he hadn’t really understood those feelings. Now Lan Wangji was going to get a second chance, because someday Wei Ying would be sixteen again, and he would surely be just as wild and beautiful as he had been the first time around. 

Lan Sizhui didn’t seem to fully understand the wife part either, but he did seem very excited about the idea of bringing his new friend home, even though they couldn’t have known each other for longer than ten or fifteen minutes. Maybe there was some part of Lan Sizhui, deep down, that recognized the person who had loved him so dearly. “There’s toys at home,” he explained to a-Ying like he was trying to close a business deal. “And books, and paint, and, and, lots of food.”

a-Ying only thought about it for a few more seconds before he seemed to decide that that was enough on offer. “Okay!” He leaped towards Lan Wangji, and let himself get picked up and balanced on one of Lan Wangji’s hips. The mention of food was good, because Lan Wangji wanted a-Ying to be happy more than anything, so he went over to a stall selling spices and bought several bottles of the most outrageously red looking ones. a-Ying clung tightly to Lan Wangji as he looked down to have a half-shouted conversation back and forth with Lan Sizhui, and Lan Wangji couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so at peace.

,,,

a-Ying, who’s name was now officially Lan Ying (since Lan Wangji could not have renamed him Wei Ying without risking his brother’s suspicions), was a naturally talented child when it came to pretty much everything. When he was willing to learn, he would often surpass his peers without much effort. The real challenge was getting him to settle down and pay attention long enough for him to learn anything.

To keep a-Ying away from his uncle’s wrath, Lan Wangji had quickly decided to take personal responsibility for all of a-Ying’s lessons. It had been a bit of a challenge at first, but with the right incentives, usually praise and signs of affection, a-Ying would get serious with his studies. It didn’t take him very long at all to begin the process of building his golden core.

“Lan Zhan?”

“Mn?” The rules were that in public, a-Ying was to refer to him as Hanguang-Jun, but when it was just the two of them, a-Ying could refer to him by his personal name. Once a-Ying realized what a privilege that was, he’d stopped calling Lan Wangji anything but Lan Zhan when they were in private.

a-Ying let out a long sigh, then slumped over his desk. “Too many rules,” he grumbled. “Can’t learn them all. I wanna go play in the river.”

Lan Wangji raised one eyebrow and waited patiently until a-Ying looked up to meet his eyes before he spoke. “a-Ying must know all the rules if he wants to be a good wife.”

a-Ying looked a bit uncertain about that, but like usual, he accepted that as an adult, Lan Wangji knew what he was talking about. a-Ying let out a long, exaggerated sigh, then went back to copying out the rules. The scene made Lan Wangji so nostalgic for the days he had been overseeing a teenage Wei Ying’s punishment. Lan Wangji was determined to appreciate this time together now, in a way he hadn’t when he was younger, back before he’d understood how easily he could lose everything. 

A little while later, Lan Wangji was distracted from the book he was reading by the sudden weight plopping down on his lap. Lan Wangji’s arm automatically reached out to steady the boy. “Lan Zhan! I drew you!” He dropped down the paper he’d been holding, revealing a childish portrait of Lan Wangji, one hand holding a-Ying’s and one hand holding Lan Sizhui’s. Though it was clearly the work of a child, it showed a lot of potential skill. “What do you think?”

“Thank you, a-Ying. It’s very beautiful.” He leaned forward slightly to kiss the top of a-Ying’s head, and a-Ying let out a loud noise of joy before squirming out of Lan Wangji’s grasp and returning to his desk so that he could finish his assigned work. Lan Wangji found it impossible not to smile fondly down at the painting. Nothing could replace the one that had been destroyed when the Cloud Recesses were burned, but he would treasure this one all the same.

,,,

Lan Sizhui was with his peers, practicing sword forms, the first time Lan Wangji brought a-Ying to the Cold Pond. By now he knew better than to expect that a-Ying retained any memories of his previous life, but Lan Wangji still took pleasure in showing off the places that had been important to them both.

They both stripped and slipped into the water. Even the shallow end was high enough to come up to just below a-Ying’s nipples. a-Ying immediately yelped as the cold water stung his skin, and began hopping around. This time it was easy for Lan Wangji to pull a-Ying close to his side and warm the boy up. He sat down on a natural bench formed at the side of the pond, and gently pulled a-Ying down onto his lap.

The peaceful meditation lasted surprisingly longer than Lan Wangji would have expected from someone as restless as a-Ying. a-Ying began squirming around, and Lan Wangji was grateful for the frigid temperature of the water. He did not think of himself as a pervert, but when it came to Wei Ying, Lan Wangji didn’t trust how his body would react. 

Lan Wangji closed his eyes to try and focus on letting the water promote healing and circulation of spiritual energy, so he did not realize exactly how much a-Ying was moving around until a small hand landed on Lan Wangji’s cock. Lan Wangji’s eyes snapped open, and he jolted up, accidentally tumbling a-Ying down into the water.

a-Ying emerged without any help, wet hair plastered down his back, and he looked up at Lan Wangji in confusion. “What was that? Did I do something wrong?” Lan Wangji took a few deep breaths, then shook his head. “No, a-Ying did nothing wrong. But that place you touched is only for grown ups.” Then to prevent any future misunderstandings, he added, “Because you will be my wife, you are the only one who can touch me there, and I am the only one who can touch you there.” a-Ying glanced down, though the foggy water covered him too much to see his own little cock. Lan Wangji moved his hand closer so that he could point out the spot he was talking about, and hesitated for a moment when he didn’t feel what he was expecting. Then he back off, pretty sure that his point had been made. 

a-Ying looked back up at Lan Wangji while biting one lip, like he was considering whether or not to ask something. But he knew he was safe with Lan Wangji, and was always allowed to ask what was on his mind. “I overheard some of the other boys saying it could… feel good?”

“Has a-Ying experienced that?” The boy shook his head, and Lan Wangji felt a sudden wave of possessiveness sweep through him. He offered a-Ying a small smile. “Even a-Ying is not allowed to touch himself there, only I am. When a-Ying is old enough, I will help.” 

,,,

“Father, can I talk to you?” Lan Wangji looked up from the papers he’d been graded, and made a soft sound of assent as he tilted his head. Lan Sizhui didn’t fidget, but there was clearly something about his body language that indicated he was feeling awkward. “It’s about Lan Ying.” 

Now that really got Lan Wangji’s attention. He had assumed that Lan Sizhui had just come here to go over last minute details for the upcoming trip. Lan Sizhui and the other juniors in his age group would be going off on their first night hunt without adult supervision- though of course Lan Wangji (and a-Ying) would be waiting in the nearby town to jump in if anything went wrong. It was hard to believe that it had already been thirteen years since Wei Ying’s death. Ten years since Wei Ying had been returned to him. 

There was a slight hint of a frown on Lan Sizhui’s face. “Lan Ying said some things that have me concerned.” Lan Wangji gestured for Lan Sizhui to continue. If there was anything wrong with a-Ying, then of course Lan Wangji would want to know about it immediately. “A sister from Caiyi flirted with him the other day, and when he turned her down, he said it’s because… because he’s saving himself for you.” 

In some ways, it was surprising that this conversation had not come up sooner. Since the day Lan Wangji had first taken a-Ying in, a-Ying and Lan Sizhui had essentially been treated as brothers, and Lan Wangji hadn’t had the heart to take away a relationship that was so meaningful to the both of them. But Lan Wangji could not allow for discontent to come about because of their future roles. “Lan Ying and I are betrothed. When he comes of age, we will marry. He is aware of this.”

Lan Sizhui frowned with uncertainty. “But he’s so much younger than you. And haven’t you been raising him as your son?”

Lan Wangji patiently shook his head. “This future has never been kept secret. I understand if you will never think of him as your parent.” Lan Sizhui still looked somewhat troubled by the revelation, but in the end he left to finish up the preparations for his night hunt.

When a-Ying got home that night, Lan Wangji pulled him into a tight hug and pressed a light kiss to the boy’s forehead. a-Ying giggled. “What’s this for?”

“a-Ying has been a very good boy,” Lan Wangji told him. “a-Ying remembers who he belongs with even when others try to seduce him.”

a-Ying grinned. “Does this mean we can finally practice kissing?” It’s something he’d started asking about recently, presumably as offers from those closer to his age were being thrown his way.

Lan Wangji shook his head, but still held a-Ying just as tightly. “Not until we are married.” Even now, Lan Wangji found himself wanting to give in, to hear the kinds of noises a-Ying would make when kissed for the first time, among other things, but Lan Wangji could be patient. He did not want to interfere with a-Ying’s natural development by getting sexually involved while a-Ying was still maturing. But it was alright. Lan Wangji had already waited many years to be with his Wei Ying, and he could afford to meet a few more.

,,,

Lan Wangji hurried towards Mo Manor as soon as he saw the emergency flare set off. He ordered a-Ying to stay in their room in the inn, but it did not surprise him when a-Ying followed him to the manor. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but notice how beautiful a-Ying looked as his skin glistened with sweat and he grinned triumphantly at the corpses he defeated. All of Wei Ying’s talents and hard work had clearly carried over into this life as well.

Some of the juniors seemed a bit annoyed that someone even younger than them had helped come to the rescue, but most of them were just grateful for the help. It didn’t hurt that a-Ying didn’t tend to talk down to those less talented; instead he was more likely to offer them some pointers so that they could improve in the future.

As the group of Lans wandered through the forest later, there was a commotion caused by Sect Leader Jiang and his nephew. Up until that moment, Lan Wangji had never brought a-Ying to Lotus Pier to see Jiang Wanyin. He had not seen the point in doing so, when Jiang Wanyin held responsibility for the end of Wei Ying’s life. 

Which meant that this was the first time Jiang Wanyin’s eyes saw a-Ying, and even though it had obviously been many years since he had seen Wei Ying at this age, it was clear that he immediately recognized the boy. “What-?” The whip in his hand began to crackle with purple electricity. “What is the meaning of this, Hanguang-Jun?”

a-Ying furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, clearly not recognizing the man who had once been called his brother. Not that Jiang Wanyin had any right to call himself such anymore, after everything he’d done. a-Ying tried to move closer, but Lan Wangji reached out to put his arm in front of a-Ying’s chest, gently blocking the way. a-Ying gave Lan Wangji a weird look, then looked over at Jiang Wanyin. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve met before.” He bowed deeply enough to show an appropriate amount of respect. “This one is Lan Ying.”

Jiang Wanyin’s scowl deepened. “What the hell did you do?”

Without looking away from the angry Jiang sect leader, Lan Wangji instructed the juniors to all continue on with their business. It’s not as though Lan Wangji thought there was any chance that Jiang Wanyin would be able to take a-Ying away, it’s just that the kids didn’t need to see if a fight broke out between two highly respected members of the cultivation world.

As the juniors turned to leave, though, Jiang Wanyin abruptly struck with Zidian, and Lan Wangji cursed himself for not being quick enough to stop the whip from cracking across a-Ying’s back and sending him sprawling forward. Lan Sizhui and the others were quick to rush to a-Ying’s side and help him back up to his feet. a-Ying’s eyes were teary, but he kept his face strong.

Lan Wangji glared at Jiang Wanyin. He had wanted for a-Ying to live a life where he would never be whipped, and now Jiang Wanyin had dared to ruin that, to hurt Lan Wangji’s most precious person. There was absolutely no chance of avoiding a fight now.

,,,

When they returned to the inn, Lan Wangji led a-Ying up to their room while the rest of the juniors were left to figure out things for themselves. Lan Wangji closed and locked the door behind him, then pulled a-Ying into a tight hug. a-Ying eagerly accepted the affection. Then Lan Wangji stepped back slightly so that he could begin tugging off a-Ying’s robes.

a-Ying frowned at him. “Lan Zhan, what-?”

“Need to take care of a-Ying,” Lan Wangji informed him. It wasn’t too difficult to strip a-Ying down to his smallclothes, and then he pushed a-Ying to lie down on the bed on his stomach. Lan Wangji knelt over him and began very carefully massaging some healing ointment across the bright red mark that had been left behind by that whip. “a-Ying was so brave today,” Lan Wangji murmured. “Such a good boy for me.”

a-Ying turned his head to the side so he could scowl up at Lan Wangji. “‘m not a boy, I’m basically grown up.”

Still shaken by the earlier events, all Lan Wangji could think about was reassuring himself that his Wei Ying was really okay, and that he had not lost this precious second chance. “Mn. a-Ying is very grown up. Nearly ready to be my wife.” That made a bright red blush rise to a-Ying’s cheeks, which was very satisfying to watch. 

Lan Wangji was going to just leave it at that, but as he got up and gently slid the blanket up to cover a-Ying, a-Ying let out a small whimper. “Hurts,” he said quietly.

He really shouldn’t, but… Lan Wangji was pretty sure that both of them needed some closeness to reassure themselves. “Can make a-Ying feel better, forget about the pain.” a-Ying nodded, and Lan Wangji added, “Something only for adults, though.”

a-Ying pouted up at Lan Wangji, though the effect was somewhat lost by the way his eyes seemed partially glazed over in pain. “I’m practically an adult already,” a-Ying insisted again. “Whatever it is, I can handle it!”

Lan Wangji gave his beloved a-Ying a long look, and then nodded. He very gently removed the blanket, then started tugging a-Ying’s small clothes off of him. a-Ying let out a small noise of confusion, but didn’t wiggle around too much, so Lan Wangji offered a soft, “Good boy.” Once a-Ying was completely bare to him, Lan Wangji bent over and ran his tongue over a-Ying’s pink pussy. a-Ying shivered and let out a startled noise, but Lan Wangji reached up to hold a-Ying’s hips to keep the boy still. 

Lan Wangji could feel his own cock harden as he slowly shifted from gentle licks to more aggressive ones, soaking up each mewl of pleasure that a-Ying let out. It made Lan Wangji happy to know that he could make his beloved feel so good, even though he’d never actually done this before.

a-Ying’s pussy began to slowly slick up as a-Ying began to move more, as if he somehow thought he still needed to seduce Lan Wangji at this point. When he thought that a-Ying seemed relaxed enough, Lan Wangji pushed his tongue inside, and began to eat a-Ying out with much enthusiasm. a-Ying squirmed around more and more, until he finally let out a loud startled, “Lan Zhan!” and there was a gush of slick and a-Ying’s pussy clenched around Lan Wangji’s tongue like it was trying to suck him further in.

Lan Wangji finally sat up, and pulled out a small cloth to wipe his messy face with. His jaw was slightly sore, but it was entirely worth it for how relaxed a-Ying’s body looked, and when Lan Wangji got up, he could see the blissed out look on a-Ying’s adorable face. It would seem that this was indeed an effective strategy for relieving pain.

a-Ying let out a little sleepy noise, then reached out to snag his hand on Lan Wangji’s sleeve. “What… what about you?”

Lan Wangji reached down to gently stroke the top of a-Ying’s head. “When we are married,” he reminded the boy, even though he could feel his cock straining almost painfully against his robes.

a-Ying sighed. “I hope we can get married soon.” Then he let go of Lan Wangji’s sleeve and drifted off to sleep. Lan Wangji thought he might burst from all the love he felt towards this boy. 

,,,

After that, it seemed pointless to hold back on kissing, so that became a regular part of their routine when they were alone. Even though a-Ying was the one who had requested ‘kissing stuff’ a few years ago, the boy was very shy, and would often resort to giving Lan Wangji seductive looks rather than initiating things himself.

As a-Ying went out on more night hunts, and experimented more with talismans and cultivation, there were more injuries, but he always seemed quite happy with Lan Wangji’s method of helping him work through the pain. Lan Wangji still didn’t let a-Ying touch him in return, because he did have some morals, but it was getting more and more difficult to refuse when a-Ying looked up at him with those eyes. 

The years seemed to pass by so quickly, and before Lan Wangji knew it, a-Ying was eighteen. Finally old enough for them to be married for real, and then they would no longer need to sneak around. And Lan Wangji could finally feel what it would be like to fully connect with the person he loved most. 

Lan Xichen seemed somewhat troubled when Lan Wangji went to him to request the planning begin for his and a-Ying’s wedding. “Isn’t Lan Ying like a son to you? Like a brother to Lan Sizhui?”

Lan Wangji shook his head. “Our relationship is not familial.”

Even though he still looked concerned, after having a long conversation in private with a-Ying, Lan Xichen finally relented and agreed to the marriage. He did pull his brother aside, though, before Lan Wangji could return to the jingshi. “Wangji… I know it’s been many years, and my memory could be failing me, but does your Lan Ying not bear a striking resemblance to Wei Wuxian?”

Lan Wangji hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. “Yes.” Then he turned and left without another word.

,,,

The ceremony was very beautiful, befitting a sect leader’s brother, but Lan Wangji hardly paid attention to any of the decorations or food. All he could look at was a-Ying, who seemed to be practically glowing with happiness even beneath his red veil. 

When it was time for a-Ying to excuse himself and get escorted to the jingshi, Lan Wangji could hardly sit still. He was almost tempted to take a sip of the emperor’s smile that was left in a-Ying’s glass- it was one of the rare occasions where alcohol was allowed in the Cloud Recesses, and a-Ying had shamelessly begged Lan Wangji for his favorite kind. 

But Lan Wangji knew that if he drank he would most likely forget most of his wedding night, which is something he couldn’t bear the thought of. Lan Wangji planned on savoring this night in his memories for the rest of his entire life.

It felt like forever before Lan Wangji was finally allowed to return to his home. He should have known that a-Ying wouldn’t just wait around patiently. Instead he had already rid himself of his veil and outer robes, and was lounging back on the bed, a bright grin made even more lovely by the dark red painted on his lips. “Husband,” he all but purred out. Lan Wangji could hardly be expected to restrain himself at a sight like that. He went to grab some oil from the jar that had been left on the bedside table, but a-Ying shook his head. “I had plenty of time while waiting, and I got so bored… but now er-gege is here to entertain me, right?”

Lan Wangji let out an almost inhuman growl before ripping a-Ying’s robes into shreds. As they shared a long, messy kiss, Lan Wangji reached down to test a-Ying, and found that he could easily slip several fingers into the warm, wet cunt. Lan Wangji didn’t even bother to strip out of his own robes; he just pulled them aside enough to pull out his hard cock, stroked himself a few times, then carefully pushed into his new wife’s body. 

He slid in so easily, and was surrounded by warmth and pressure, and it was so good. “a-Ying is so perfect,” he growled out as he started moving, increasing his speed with each little gasp that was pulled from a-Ying’s lips. “a-Ying’s body was made for this, made for me.”

“Yes, for you!” a-Ying agreed breathlessly. “Everything is for you, Lan Zhan, I love you so much!” Neither of them lasted very long their first time, but that was alright, because they had the rest of their lives to practice. Lan Wangji was so grateful to have been able to find a-Ying that day, because he was never going to let go of his beloved again. 

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