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| Hualian Modern AU |

| Rated Mature | 18+ |

| TW: stalking, kidnapping, torture, rape, child abuse, domestic abuse, drugged, etc. Will add more as it goes on! |

| Summary: After years of unspeakable torment, Xie Lian is saved by his old master and family friend Jun Wu. As he tries to learn how to live, he makes his first decision for himself; to be a main character in an upcoming drama. Jun Wu is supportive, but doesn’t seem very happy with the arrangement. Thankfully his co-Star Hua Cheng keeps him from quitting… and helps him learn how to be alive again. Of course, Xie Lian’s past comes back to haunt him, and Hua Cheng is determined to do everything in his power to keep Xie Lian safe. |

I will post this to AO3 once I’ve written more~ don’t know what to name it just yet ;///; I’ll come back to edit it!! ♥️

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Itchy. Everything was itchy. Anxiety whispered to his conscious, convincing him to fidget and scratch at his skin.

Today was a big day, one that was far too important to screw up. If things went south, if he wasn’t good enough or couldn’t push himself to do it, he’d be trapped in the same monotonous, mind-numbing loop that made him question if he was even alive.

This new career wasn’t too far from what he was currently doing. Modeling. From men’s fashion to women’s wedding dresses, Xie Lian’s image was pasted on everything his agent could get her hands on. Colognes, lotions, hair and facial care - products that were meaningless to him showed his non-consented support.

That was the theme of his life.

Seeing himself everywhere made Xie Lian question if he really was the androgynous subject in the pictures. Then he’d spot the severe scar around his neck with matching ones on his ankles and wrists. Some lighter than others, but still there.

Always there, reminding him of what he truly was.

This gig would only make his dysphoria even worse. He knew that. More people would know him, his image would be impossible to miss. Yet it was something different, something he got to choose.

Strong fingers sunk into the meat of his shoulders, a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone.

He was never alone.

“Xianle, breath. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

But he did. He desperately did. For the first time since he was seven years old, he made a choice for himself. Suffocating, gut-wrenching, liberating. Like a breath of fresh air interrupted by blood pooling into his throat, his anxiety threatened to drown him.

He couldn’t do this - he couldn’t!

But he had to. He had to do something.

Trembling fingers curled and buried themselves in his pockets, his honey-combed eyes scanning over the drama script on the table before them. “I want to be here. I’m just… nervous.”

The pressure on his shoulders grew sharper, like teeth that threatened to tear his skin apart. He hated it, feared it - couldn’t live without it.

Grounding. Mind-breaking.

“I won’t be disappointed if you aren’t ready for this.”

It wasn’t the disappointment he was worried about. Not completely.

“Healing takes time.”

Xie Lian didn’t know whether to internally laugh or cry. Healing takes time. For normal people, yes. But not for him. If he couldn’t do this, if he couldn’t break free and find a routine he chose for himself, he’d be as dead as the world declared him to be years ago.

A soft knock pulled him from his spiraling thoughts, eyes glancing up at the door curiously. What a soft rap at the door; it was nearly inaudible. Had he imagined it?

Another knock, this time it was a little louder. Oddly enough, Xie Lian didn’t feel as anxious as he normally did, only curious as to whom this person was. For someone who was on set for a drama production, they seemed a little shy.

“Come in,” Jun Wu called, not seeming to have noticed the first soft knock.

Slowly the door opened, revealing a strikingly handsome man with long black hair wearing a blood red suit with an eyepatch covering his right eye. This man was partially responsible for why he said yes to the drama role. To think he was finally meeting him!

“Apologies for the delay. Please, have a seat,” the man softly smiled, his voice deep and smooth as warm honey. Xie Lian offered a genuine smile as he took a seat, Jun Wu doing the same next to him.

“I’ve been looking forward to finally meeting you,” he said, walking up to the table the doe-eyed Xie Lian sat at. “I’m Hua Cheng, as you may know. I’m honored to have you in my studio.” As he finished, he pulled his arm out from behind his back, revealing beautiful white flowers. Sparkles of awe and wonder filled Xie Lian’s eyes, his heart stopping in his chest. Over the years, he’s been given nearly every flower in every shop in the country. Each arrangement was beautiful in both appearance and aroma, but these were nothing like the others. The petals were long and flawlessly white, the ends curling like hair as another layer of pedals did the same underneath. And the smell - it was so comforting he nearly didn’t notice his face was nearly buried in them.

Such a simple flower, yet it was the only one that stole his breath.

A hand gripped his wrist, pulling him out of his revere and into the dark recesses of his mind. “Xianle, you’re going to set off your allergies.”

Jun Wu - it was just Jun Wu.

With a quick thankful smile, Xie Lian buried the fear and set the flowers aside. “They’re gorgeous, thank you. What kind of flowers are they?”

The smile that had fallen from Hua Cheng’s face came back more mischievous than before. “That’s a secret,” he winked. Behind him another man approached. His long hair was pulled back into a drooping ponytail while his clothes were unremarkably black. If Xie Lian was being honest, there wasn’t anything that really stood out to him. He was a face he’d probably forget once they finished their meeting today.

Hua Cheng set his palm out, to which the silent man dropped two books onto it. One was the script - Xie Lian recognized it as the same one he’d read through - but the other was a mystery. “Did you have time to read over the script?”

Jun Wu’s eyebrows narrowed in annoyance. This man didn’t even ask him to introduce himself. Great. That was a strike against the drama. Xie Lian had to act fast.

“I did. I was so moved I couldn’t put it down.” A real page turner was hard to find these days. “Who wrote it? The writer didn’t sign their name.”

That smirk grew even deeper, looking even more mischievous. Xie Lian felt his heart stutter for some reason. “That’s a surprise too.”

“I would like to know the author,” Jun Wu immediately interjected. “I can’t have someone else’s bad rap sheet ruin Xianle’s.”

“The author wanted to remain anonymous, but I can assure you I would never pick up a script from filthy scum and trash.” Despite replying to Jun Wu, that lone deep red eye never strayed from Xie Lian. Weird. Normally he’d feel incredibly uncomfortable right now. He hated everyone’s eyes on him, but this stare wasn’t malicious. It was filled with such joy Xie Lian didn’t understand.

“It’s a beautiful story.” Xie Lian complimented.

“I’m relieved. Are there any parts you don’t particularly like? That make you feel uncomfortable?” Xie Lian’s eyes widened at the questions, wondering if he was hearing Hua Cheng right. No one ever cared about his opinion. “The author gave us permission to change anything we need to as long as the main story stays intact.”

Starstruck. Xie Lian didn’t even know how to respond. Would the author and production crew really change something that made him uncomfortable? While that was extremely hard to accomplish, he could hardly believe how accommodating they were. The modeling crew never bothered to listen to what he had to say, even if it was for his safety and well being. He stopped voicing his complaints long ago.

“I liked everything about it,” he admitted, anxiously using his index finger to lightly scratch his cheek. “I’ve only modeled before though.” Maybe this was a mistake after all. They deserved someone experienced, someone with talent, not someone who was trying to find himself again.

A small laugh, a ray of light escaped the man’s lips, that uncovered eye shining even brighter. “Don’t be scared. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Why is there no kiss scene?” Jun Wu spoke up, tapping his fingers on the table. “This is a romance. You’ll lose your viewers if you don’t have intimacy.” A light blush painted Xie Lian’s cheeks, avoiding the handsome man’s gaze. Dear god. He was used to kissing people, but for some reason the thought of kissing the man in front of him made his heart race and clench.

“A romance doesn’t need physical intimacy,” Hua Cheng’s voice grew a little sharp, catching Xie Lian off guard. “It blooms between the characters naturally, like a real healthy relationship should.”

“You’re going to lose your audience,” Jun Wu raised a mocking eyebrow. “If there isn’t a kiss or sex scene, they won’t care for season two.”

Kiss. Sex scene. The pink on his cheeks faded as his shoulders crumbled in on themselves a bit. That’s why he liked the story so much. The two characters fell in love with who the other was, not for what they could physically provide them. The hugs and tight embraces they shared in the script were full of emotion and purpose.

Hua Cheng said the story was about a true, healthy relationship. It sounded… nice. It sounded like a dream.

“Adding that would completely ruin the story and the characters themselves. If people lose interest, that’s on them. They could probably learn a thing or two from the characters,” Hua Cheng replied, that edge still laced in his tone. “Besides, I would never recommend such a script to Xie Lian. As his guardian, retired officer, and his sponsor, it’s disgusting you’d even suggest such a thing.”

Oh shit - holy shit Xie Lian’s eyes went wide with fear, joy and shock. No one’s ever talked back to Jun Wu like that. They’d exchange looks when he’d suggest something of the sort, but no one bothered to defend him. God knew he couldn’t say no.

After a brief silence, Jun Wu simply sat up in his seat, his eyes bearing intensely into Hua Cheng. “I was only looking out for your production’s best interest.”

“It would be in your best interest to be mindful of what you try subjecting Xie Lian to without consulting him first.”

Another stretch of silence. This one filled the room with such thick tension that it felt like something would detonate any second and cause a catastrophe.

“I do have a question!” Xie Lian quickly intervened, hoping to calm everyone down a bit. “There won’t be any flashing lights, right?”

The question made Hua Cheng’s face soften. “Not at all. I understand you have an eye condition. If at any point one of the set lights triggers them, please yell cut. I do not want you to hurt yourself.”

Xie Lian’s mouth felt a little dry, his eyes burning ever so slightly. They knew about his eye condition. Not only that, they wanted him to take control and say cut if need be. This… was too much. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this afterall.

“That won’t be a problem, he’s used to that.” The glare Hua Cheng gave was ice cold, one he knew with certainty Jun Wu would not tolerate.

“Ahahaha it’s true it’s true! Uhm, Hua Cheng, what’s the other book in your hand?” Xie Lian squeaked out, resting his chin in his hands.

“Oh this?” Hua Cheng’s expression softened once more, holding up the larger book. “This is the illustrated storyboard with the T storyboard alongside it. As we rehearse the lines, I figured it would be a good idea to see the camera angles and when they cut to each line.”

“That’s a really good idea!” Xie Lian gaped, truly meaning it. He could really prepare himself for what they expected of him!

Hua Cheng went around the table and took a seat beside Xie Lian, seeming to ignore Jun Wu’s presence all together now. Thank god. “Alright, let’s start by simply reading the lines out loud.”

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phagechildon · 1 month

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I couldn't stop thinking of Hualian when listening to this song so I finally edited to it ;/////; It's always been Xie Lian, and it's always been Hua Cheng ;////;

Song: It's Always Been You Artist: Phil Wickham Donghua: Heaven Official's Blessing Art: English Novel Art by ZeldaCW

#hualian #tgcf #phage edits #Youtube

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phagechildon · 2 months

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Natsume Yuujinchou season 7 PV courtesy of Arna from Discord. Say thank you Arna.

#AAAAAAAAAA IM SO EXCITEDDDDDDD 😭#natsume yuujinchou

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phagechildon · 2 months

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((Thank you so much for the request! I received another in my Ask Box and I'll get to that one as soon as I can! Here's a hair care scene, but I can't write anything without some kind of conflict XD I hope you like it @xiaokuer-schmetterling =D))

It was supposed to be a simple night hunt. Solve the mystery of the elusive siren who put those who stayed out after midnight under their spell, commanding them to do whatever they wanted until the sun rose. At first, it was simple thievery. When the village banded together in an attempt to track down the one responsible, they all fell victim to their spell, nearly destroying their livelihoods.

While the night hunt sounded dangerous, the young disciples looked at their Wei-gongzi who merely laughed at the distressed villagers.

“You don’t understand! If one of you becomes their victim, you’ll destroy what’s left of our village!”

“If you don’t trust the experts, why call them in the first place?” Wei Wuxian asked with a big grin, watching the man’s shoulders tense even more. “We’ll resolve this tonight.”

Wei Ying, of course, wasn’t wrong. As soon as midnight rang, he pressed Chenqing to his lips and played the melody of his soul - Wangxian. A soothing melody, one that comforted Sizhui and the others. But underneath that tone was a vocal, one so eerie it gave them goosebumps.

Wei Wuxian simply started walking forward, playing flawlessly. The siren’s powers only worked when it was the only sound clouding their victim’s mind. So naturally, it targeted Wei Ying, the disciples quickly stepping in.

One thing led to another, and by the time the sun started to rise, the Yiling Laozu was covered from head to toe in mud, sap, and something that smelled so putrid he really didn’t want to know what it was.

Expect the unexpected. They always followed that motto, but nothing could’ve prepared them for an owl to suddenly grow and attack him. If the disciples stepped in to help, they’d release the siren, and without Wei-gongzi’s flute, they’d fall under its control.

Not like he was in any real danger. He’s definitely faced worse. Having taken care of the creature, he walked up to the disciples, watching their restraint nearly breaking.

“Haha, laugh if you want. This proves that you have to expect even the most unexpected things!” He wasn’t really in the mood to lecture them that much. After sealing the siren in a mirror, they headed to the inn where Wei Ying grumpily requested a bath.

That didn’t seem to help. No matter how much he tried scrubbing the gunk and junk out of his hair, it refused to leave, like a red stain on white parchment. It was absolutely infuriating.

After an hour, he gave up, refusing the leave the water in hopes it would eventually leave. A knock on the door made him inwardly groan, not feeling like dealing with anyone right now.

“Wei-gongzi, they’re serving breakfast. Would you like anything?”

Normally he wasn’t awake after ending the night hunt so late, but Sizhui knew him too well. That boy, their son, was sharp and intuitive.

“I’ll pass, but thanks.”

“Do… you need anything?”

This boy - he loved him so much. “The finest hair products they have. I’ll pay you back!”

Time passed, and without realizing it, he dozed off. Dangerous and reckless, he could’ve drowned, he heard Hanguang-jun lightly scold him. He couldn't help it though. Without his husband, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Would his old body's hair have done this? What if it never came out? How could Lan Zhan still love him?

“Wei Ying,” his husband’s melodious voice grounded him, along with those long fingers combing through his wet hair. “Are you awake?”

The darkness surrounding his mind instantly melted away as he opened his silver eyes and slowly sat up. He was still in the tub, but his skin wasn’t wrinkly and gross. His husband must’ve taken him out for a bit and changed the water before putting him back in. A warmth settled into his heart, one that made him smile with true, genuine love and joy.

“Lan Zhan!” He happily cried, leaning forward to press their lips together. It was short and sweet, forcing a whine from Wei Ying when his husband pulled back so soon.

“You are hurt.”

Hurt? Was he talking about his hair? No, those golden eyes rested upon his shoulders, prompting him to lightly brush his fingers against one of them - only to flinch away from the sting.

Right, the owl’s claws sunk into his shoulders. With all the crap he was covered in, it was no wonder he nor the disciples realized it.

“Okay, in my defense, who thought that stupid annoying owl was a fucking huge yao.” The villagers hadn’t even mentioned it, and with his foul mood, he forgot to ask about it. “The resentment was sealed until it changed into its true form. Way more formidable than that siren.”

Those golden eyes narrowed in both anger and concern, unable to tear themselves away from the scabbed over marks. The glare made Wei Ying’s own expression soften, unable to help himself from reaching up and cradling his husband’s face.

“I am here, I am safe,” he quietly reassured, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m not leaving without you, Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, Hanguang-jun, my husband. I promise.” Their lips crashed together, the kiss urgent and all absorbing. They kissed until their lips were red and nearly swollen, especially Wei Ying’s.

As they took a moment to catch their breaths, Lan Zhan’s fingers once more threaded through Wei Ying’s hair, easily getting caught and tangled in all the crap that practically glued his strands together. The reminder made him whine, pulling Lan Zhan closer to the tub so he could bury his face into his shoulder.

“Lan Zhannn, I’m hideous now. I can’t be caught with you in public or I’ll taint your reputation even more!”

“Wei Ying never tainted my reputation. Even if you had, I would not have cared.” He pulled his fingers out and tried running them through a different section of his hair, failing as they quickly got caught up in the yarn-ball mess.

“I’ll never get to enjoy your hands running through my hair eitherrrrr,” he continued to whine like a child. In the back of his mind, he could hear Yanli asking him how old he was.

“Sizhui informed me, so I’ve come prepared.”

His heart fluttered again. “Our boy is something else,” he happily sighed, feeling more warmth envelop his chest. “Hanguang-jun raised him to be such a gentleman.”

“We raised him,” Lan Zhan clarified, uncapping a bottle and pouring the contents in his hands. Wei Ying couldn’t help but snort, leaning back into the tub as to avoid his husband from getting all soapy too. Normally he’d relish the idea, but not with the crud stuck in his hair.

“I think I taught him how to be everything but a gentleman.”

“Wei Ying taught him how to be a child. That is what he needed back then.”

Huh, he never thought about it like that. It really put a few things into perspective for him. Back then, they didn’t have much, yet they managed to find happiness in the smallest of things.

A soft hum left his lips as Lan Zhan started lathering his hair with the new shampoo that smelled like minty lemons with hints of other pleasant scents. His strong, slender fingers squeezed his hair together as he lathered it in, attempting to force it between the cracks and crevices of the crap in his hair. It felt nice and relaxing, especially when he started to deeply massage his scalp. A soft moan left his lips as his eyes fluttered closed, feeling his body fully relax. The sound made those hands hesitate for a moment before regaining their momentum, taking extra care not to get any in his eyes or ears.

All good things come to an end, this being no exception. Using a spare ribbon to tie his hair into a bun so it could soak, his husband dipped his hands into the water, to which Wei Ying immediately captured. Without hesitation he pressed soft kisses to each knuckle, terribly grateful for his soulmate’s dedication and unyielding love.

“I’m glad you’re here, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn, me too.” He wasn’t supposed to come. While it was hard to be separated for long periods of time, they were getting better at it, even if it hurt. After this night hunt they were supposed to head over to a village suffering from illusions caused by an unknown force, to which Lan Zhan would meet up with them after their first investigation.

Sizhui no doubt sent for him earlier due to the stupid owl attack.

Turning his hand over, Lan Zhan felt for his meridians, transferring some spiritual power to aid in healing the wounds on his shoulders. By now Wei Ying knew better than to argue. He let it happen, catching his reflection in the bathwater and snorting.

While his hair was done up in a bun, it reminded him of a little apple on his head. Back in the day when he used to share baths with Jiang Cheng, they’d often mess up each other’s hair using the shampoo and conditioner to make all crazy shapes.

With his free hand he reached up and carefully pulled on pieces of the hair in the bun, shaping the hair into a little crude bunny.

“Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, it’s a bunny!” He laughed, prompting those golden eyes to open and peek up at the messed up bun. A hint of a smile crossed his face, making Wei Ying nearly melt.

He needed more of that.

Pinching around, he made it look like a mouse. “Look look! It’s like a smaller bunny.” It didn’t look too different from the bunny, but the longer tail was the dead giveaway to what he was trying to make. Watching his husband’s reactions only egged him on, horribly constructing other animals that eventually ruined the integrity of the bun. Not that it mattered, it gave Wei Ying full reign to his soapy hair, shaping it into everything he could imagine.

“Duck, mountain, crown-!” He went on and on, giggling like he was a child again. The small glimmering light in those golden eyes spoke volumes, revealing Lan Zhan’s never done this before. Eventually his hands let go of Wei Ying’s wrist to move and form the hair into shapes himself. Because this was his first time, guessing was extremely hard, but he didn’t seem to mind, not when it made Wei Ying laugh harder each time.

Like before, all good things must come to an end. Lan Zhan dutifully started to rinse his hair, his fingers actually gliding through the strands this time. There were a few times they struggled against a stubborn batch, but thankfully the shampoo was powerful and washed it all away.

Out of the tub, Wei Ying sat in Lan Zhan’s lap, sighing happily as his husband carefully combed his hair. With how tangled it was, he started with the ends, slowly making his way up. When it got to the point of being knot-free, he continued to brush it, knowing how much Wei Ying loved the sensation.

“Better?” Lan Wangji quietly asked, pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Wei Ying buried his face further into his shoulder, making it harder to brush his hair. He no longer cared, he just wanted to sleep against his beloved.

“Lan Zhan… if that was permanently in my hair, would you still love me?” He whispered quietly, a little shame twisted in his tone.

Lan Zhan set the brush down before pushing Wei Ying into the bed, kissing him lovingly on the lips. Their fingers slowly threaded together, squeezing each other so fondly their hearts ached.

Pulling away, his husband pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, tip of the nose, both cheeks, then his chin. Now wasn’t the time for sexual advances, as much as they both loved to uphold “everyday means everyday.”

Instead he rolled onto his back, pulling Wei Ying on top of himself. “I love you in any and every way I can get you, in this life, and all our future ones.”

Tears gathered in his silver eyes, unable to help himself from burying his face into his soulmate’s chest.

“You too. I will always love you, my Lan Zhan.”

The two whispered sweet nothings as they slowly drifted to sleep, Lan Zhan’s fingers still running through his husband’s now silky strands.

#wangxian #mdzs #phage writes #wrote this in an hour so i hope it's okay! thank you so much for requesting it!

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phagechildon · 2 months

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Taking requests for short Wangxian oneshots!

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phagechildon · 3 months

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Randomly thought of this while showering.

A modern Wangxian au where someone framed Wei Ying, making it look like he was responsible for a big fire(explosion) at a Christmas Party that all major companies were invited to. Yanli was severely injured, but okay.

Since then, Wei Ying hid in the shadows, trying to find who or what organization was behind it. Everyone assumed he ran away, not wanting to face punishment.

Years later, Lan Zhan, an on-duty (undercover) officer tracked a suspicious person to a museum. Just as chaos breaks out, someone slams into him, knocking them both down. It's a woman with ankle-length auburn hair and a face full of makeup. Her eyes are honey-comb in color, but her expression is full of shock.

She looks familiar.

Heart-achingly familiar.

Instead of chasing after the suspect (at this point the fire alarm is going off, proof that someone set it off to escape as water is spraying from the sprinklers), he instead chases after this woman who's now running away from him. She kicks her heels off, even so, Lan Zhan should've been able to catch her. There's only been one person he hadn't been able to catch.

Finally he catches the woman, mainly because her feet are now bleeding from the streets. He pins her to the wall, makeup half washed off from the sprinklers, wet hair sliding off, revealing a wig.

They're both out of breath, exhausted, yet Lan Zhan pulls the wig off, seeing long dark brown hair in a flattened bun.

"Lan Zhan, who knew you'd turn out to be so pervy?"

That voice - his entire soul froze in disbelief.

Wei Ying. This was without a doubt Wei Ying, the one he had fallen in love with, the one who had falsely been blamed, the one who went missing eight years back. His cheeks were sunken in, an obvious sign of lack of nutrition.

And his voice, so recognizable, yet so much softer and lighter than before.

"Wei-" Said man pressed a finger to his lips, glancing nervously around them.

"They're probably listening. Would a strong, strapping man like you escort this feeble maiden home?" Lan Zhan rose an eyebrow in disbelief, only making Wei Ying smirk more. "It's the least you can do for making me lose my shoes!"

.... there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to comment on, but Wei Wuxian was very intelligent. If he said someone might be listening, he was probably right.

"Apologies. I mistook you for someone else." Not a lie. He didn't know who this was when he gave chase.

Without hesitation he swept Wei Ying into his arms, carrying him bridal style. A deep (adorable) red stained those pale cheeks as those eyes fluttered in disbelief, revealing a little bit of his natural silver eyes now that his contacts were slightly askew.

"A-ah, you don't have to carry me! Put me down!"

"No," he simply said, tightening his grip when he felt the other squirm. "I am doing as you asked. I'm escorting the feeble maiden who shouldn't be on her feet."

Lan Zhan follows Wei Ying's instructions, driving him to a shady looking bar that's three stories high. Normally he would assume his friend just wanted to drink, but this felt different.

They enter through the back, the kitchen staff looking up at them in shock. Wei Ying let his hair loose, waving to everyone and - was he using sign language?!

The employees sign back, looking both worried and relieved.

Eventually Wei Ying whispered "there's stairs to the left," and he carried him up to what looked like a large living room. Someone was playing a piano, a walking stick propped up against the wall near him, and a child slept peacefully on the couch. Wei Ying motioned for him to go up the next set of stairs, leading him to a small den that had been transformed into a room.

"When did you learn sign language?"

"Ahahaha, well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Lan Zhan." And it was true. All around the room were Styrofoam heads sporting different kinds of wigs, both male and female. Dozens of non-prescription contacts boxes were tossed all over. Clothes were thrown haphazardly in one of the corners, forcing them both to sit on the bed. This obviously wasn't Wei Ying's first time wearing a disguise.

"I saw a suspicious person go through an employees only door the day of the party, and instead of saying something, I ran after them. They noticed and ran, which made me give chase. He ran by the kitchen and hit a switch, and everything went black"

"Why didn't you tell that to the police?"

Wei Ying blinked up at him with a sad smile. "You think I didn't?" Lan Zhan didn't understand. The responding officers were good friends of theirs, people who have been friends with their family since they were little. They knew Wei Ying. Might not have been fond of him, but knew he would never do such a thing. Yet Wei Ying wouldn't lie about this either.

"They nearly killed me, Lan Zhan. They hunted me down, even used their damned hell hounds. They wanted me dead so they could pin the whole blame on me without further investigation. That's when I met them, my new family."

Wen Qing and Wen Ning were out shopping when someone tried to rob a now blind Wen Ning. Unable to stand by, Wei Ying swooped in and stopped them. After that, they kept running into each other. Eventually he learned the Wens had been at the same Christmas Party and Wen Ning had suffered a nasty head injury, resulting in blindness. Hearing he was searching for the one responsible, they teamed up.

From there, they gathered their savings and bought this rundown building, turning it into a bar. It brought them business and income without the attention. They also got to chose their hours. Most of then Wens who stayed with them had disabilities such as being mute, blind, or deaf.

"It's... been a long time since I've had a long conversation like this." Wen Qing was fine, however she was hardly home, always taking shifts at the hospital to give them a steady income when the bar was slow.

Lan Zhan, against Wei Ying's protests, helps clean and wrap his feet, agreeing to work together to find the one responsible and clear his name.

"He knows I'm on his trail. He's planning something, something big. We can't let him succeed this time."

And so Lan Zhan escorts a beautiful woman around town, one who's mute (which is so ironic since Lan Zhan couldn't get him to shut up when they were growing up), and when Wei Ying feels mischievous, he arrives at meet up locations in a different wig and a completely different kind of outfit, giggling as people start spreading rumors that Lan Zhan has turned into a player.

That's all I have so far XD Hope you guys like it! Just a shower idea

#wangxian #mdzs #phage writes

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