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[laozu]

WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.

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[wangxian]

[ there is something blossoming and brilliant in wei wuxian's laugh, something he once found ( and he told himself ) infuriating in the way it wove beneath the skin and made all in lan wangji feel as though unbound. but now, lan wangji turns into it. he faces it, no matter how it makes his chest tighten, his heart shudder— and the lan wangji he once was still rankles in part, but it is an echo now. that image bends, as wei wuxian reaches out to touch him. as he turns his smiling face up to lan wangji and tells him without telling him that he is not angry, that he is not cross.

but: ]

You have made me very happy, [ he assures, with neither hint of insincerity nor guile, his breathing coming still soft and short and warm. ] In each of these ways. [ he clarifies, just before he turns to nose against a palm, an action in contrast to the set of his mouth. he frowns, if only just a little. he is being teased, as he is always teased, and yet he feels only the firm lap of strictness in the truths and affections that break from his mouth.

it has been said by his own brother that lan wangji has always been gentle in this way. he has always been sensitive and stubborn in the most peculiar ways, for what should have expected of a man such as hanguang-jun is not what wei wuxian holds within his hands and presses his lips to, full of need to soothe the sting of his embarrassment and the blister of his shame.

he leans down, makes easier the stretch to reach him. instinctive now, an arm comes to settle about the low of wei wuxian's back, a steadying weight to counter the balance of his toes. careful, is what he says in all things. and softer, still: wei ying.

but, lan wangji has not been entirely broken of the discomfiture of his wants. and now, as wei ying speaks so openly, it is only the mildest furrow of his brow that gives way to an answer.

he has, he did. and still, lan wangji cannot say it, his lips moving about the absence of sound. ]

[laozu]

You can't say such things to me, I have a delicate heart.

[ as if to impress this falsehood upon lan wangji, he clutches his chest as his face begins to redden under the impact of those words - direct, unwavering. he makes lan wangji happy, radiates within him, fills him from top to toe with something soft and warm. it is the feeling of how much he likes this man before him, saying sweet things though he has been working himself ( and jiang cheng, the silly coward! ) into such a state. he is both a gentle and a roughened man, depending on what beasts possess him - but, he is a man. to see lan wangji, untouchable and pure, brought to such a bestial state by anyone - be it wei wuxian or jiang cheng, is an addictive thing. ]

Was he nice to kiss, Lan Zhan?

[ his hands find the man's hips, but no further; wei wuxian awaits an answer, caught on the edges of lan wangji's pretty, thin lips. he leans in, rising on his toes to kiss that soundless mouth briefly, a delicate peck of his own mouth to lan wangji's as he tries to coax words from him. he kisses him again. ]

Did he taste good? What were you going to do to him, why don't you show me now, hm? Show me what you wanted to do to Jiang Cheng here in our new kitchen where anybody could have walked in on the two of you.

[wangxian]

[ I have a delicate heart.

it is a falsehood that lan wangji knows too. it is one he has always understood to be stronger than most, warmer than most— more courageous, selfless. and still, it is that happiness that threads into lan wangji too. it is that gentleness of color that bleeds, the heat of wei wuxian's blush climbing up from his heart to paint faint against his throat.

beautiful.

and it is a thought that surfaces against the skin, that flickers through as readily as wei wuxian's hands settle at his hips. as readily as wei wuxian again raises himself upon the balls of his feet and kisses him, coaxes him. and for all wei wuxian's suggestions, he cannot refuse. he is no longer the boy within the library pavilion that tells wei wuxian "no" in fear of what is he and what he may be. he is no longer the person who can only wish to hold wei wuxian's attention the way that wei wuxian holds his. and so—

lan wangji takes a steadying breath. he takes two, but the palm against the small of wei wuxian's back guides wei wuxian closer still. and still, wei wuxian asks him to show him what it was he intended to do to jiang cheng. what it was he had thought, pinning jiang cheng and all the green of his emotions between himself and the wall. ( and he would never voice that it was like this, that he felt safety in that trust that he would not cage either. he felt relief, that he could hold them for a moment as willing altars upon which to lay his affections, his lusts. and more, they both understood that they were free.

they knew that they were free, with lan wangji. )

but, wei wuxian evidently does not take to lan wangji's warning. he does not take the gradual way his gaze drags across the mischief in wei wuxian's expression with a barely tethered heat. he does not take the way he murmurs out to him enough at length between wei wuxian's declarations. and he does not take the way the dark of his eyes sits heavy against wei wuxian's mouth as he touches upon something that stirs within lan wangji the ugly and possessive things that knot within his heart.

he wants nothing more to show that they are his, that he is theirs.

and yet, he yanks his own reins. he pulls himself back. he tells himself to be patient and starts just as he did with jiang cheng, just as he did before. just as wei wuxian requested.

he curves his other palm to the angles of wei wuxian's face and seizes from him kisses, catches all the obscenities with his own mouth and teeth and tongue. he tastes too wei wuxian, all that he has brought back with him forgotten for the moment as he turns them too back to the wall, his patience and his resolve dissolving beneath the way he conveys to wei wuxian ( again ) that he too wants him in this way, though his love for wei wuxian holds firmer roots. it has become part of his foundations, has weathered and thrived against most anything and he still he does not impress upon wei wuxian that he must keep it all. it is only if he wants it. it is only his to have, in whole, if wei wuxian wishes for it too. ]