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lanqin：an independent and selective lán wàngjī from the novel grandmaster of demonic cultivation by mòxiāng tóngxiù. primarily book canon compliant + bits from cql. all trigger warnings for mature themes from the book also apply to my blog. crossover and oc friendly. interpreted by cherry ( she / her ). sometimes low activity. dm me to add me on discord ♡
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@weidizi asked: " shrimp fried rice? lan zhan!! are you telling me-- a shrimp fried this rice!!?? "
seconds pass and lán wàngjī's face remains blank． completely devoid of emotion, let alone amusement． that is not what he meant, of course, and he knows his wèi yīng is intelligent enough to understand exactly what he said． alas, humour has never been hánguāng-jūn's forte． what he does understand is the sound of his husband's laugh, and so he complies with a serious nod．
“ yes. ”
@weidizi asked: nibbles on his ear u v u
after this long lán wàngjī is well used to wèi wúxiàn's strange ways of life． his quirks are hardly ever a surprise ⸺ that is just who he is, and lán wàngjī loves all of who he is inside out, there is no question about that． his gold eyes blink in confusion this time, however, as dinner was served not too long ago!
“ is wèi yīng still hungry? ”
weidizi :
@lanqin asked: “ you deserve someone who isn’t okay with losing you. “
HEARING THAT TUGS ON THE STRINGS OF HIS HEART. Makes him feel soft and maybe a little sad. Wangji still had a hard time grasping how deeply he felt for him. Astonishing, truly. considering everything they’ve done together. The fact they eloped— they married, and swore themselves to one another. But he’d never dare admonish him for it. He still hard a hard time believing how much wangji loved him in turn. How long he’d loved, and how little he expected. He’d of waited forever, wuxian thinks, forever. It makes his heart clench, makes him feel like a fool.
“ Oh…lan zhan. ” he coos softly, leaning forward, hands coming to either side of his husband’s beautiful face. “ Lan zhan lan zhan… ” brushing their noses together. The palm of one hand gliding back so he can toy with the ribbon that flows with the silky waves of wangji’s hair. “ What’s this all about hm? Losing me? ” his tone soft. “ Who says you will huh? You’re stuck with me, forever. This life, and the next. ” planting a peck against his husbands mouth. “ No matter what I am, what you are— a fish, a frog, a tree. I’m going to find you. In every life. It doesn’t matter if you are or not. I wont let you have that choice. Forever, and ever, lan zhan, you’ll never be rid of me. ”
it couldn't be helped, being this worried about wèi wúxiàn's thoughts wandering into darker avenues． lán wàngjī knows his husband, he knows the way his brow frowns when grief and regret take over that brilliant mind of his． and lán wàngjī cannot bear it, his chest hurts at the mere thought and words suddenly become plentiful at even the most minuscule tints of sadness passing through the demonic cultivator's face．
a deep hum vibrates in the back of his throat as his golden eyes close, soaking in every touch and kiss wèi wúxiàn has to offer him． and if wèi wúxiàn wished to drown him in his affections then this may as well be the demise of hánguāng-jūn． the sweetest denouement of them all．
“ i never wish to be without wèi yīng. ” lán wàngjī retorts soberly, rejecting the possibility of no longer being by his side almost by instinct． it is in his nature, ingrained deep in his soul, to love wèi wúxiàn evermore．
@weidizi asked:
hehehh swaps clothes >:)
lán wàngjī has never given much thought to the difference in the sizes of their bodies, in generally it mattered not. though right now the ill fitted robes make it impossible to ignore, trying to cover himself up rather unsuccessfully as his chest keeps getting exposed with every movement no matter how minuscule.
“ wèi yīng... this does not fit. ”
but such are the lengths he would go to humour his husband.
wife. ( weidizi: )
ITS SATISFYING HOW WANGJI INDULGES HIM SO READILY. In a way wuxian rarely finds himself feeling guilty over anymore. About to laugh again at the admittance, when he is kissed thoroughly. His husband wastes no time, no movement. All tongue and teeth, rough, reminiscent of so many hot and heated evenings. One hand is still tucked in the cloudy white robes, the other reaching for wangji’s ribbon. Tugging suddenly when he felt his lungs burn with a need for air. “ Hanguang jun– stealing kisses. ” a gasp, out of breath. “ Breaking rules! Mnnn I never thought you so devious… ”
lán wàngjī's lips cannot withstand to be apart from his wèi yīng, as soon as their lips separate he finds wèi wúxiàn's hand as it tugs on his headband and brings it closer to his face to pepper revering kisses all over wèi wúxiàn's knuckles and along his fingers. “ wèi yīng lets me. ” it's a simple explanation, but he is a simple man and his motives are always simple. if wèi wúxiàn doesn't mind his husband's intense love then being insatiable for him is perhaps not such a heinous act after all.
wife. ( weidizi: )
THEY HAVE PLENTY OF TIME, HE’S CONFIDENT. More than enough to be a little indulgent, a bit shameless. Fingertips slowly inch their way up the edges of wangji’s robes. Eyes downcast, playing his role of the demure wife– as he was ought to do very often. “ My er ge– you could just take the kisses you want, couldn’t you? ” slipping his hand beneath two layers to relish in the warmth there. The steady beat of his heart. “ No need to earn what’s already yours, don’t you agree? Just push me back, kiss me senseless. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it, hahaha! ”
what's amusing for wèi wúxiàn it's highly shameful for lán wàngjī, his ears growing warm and flushing red with the faint smile on his face quickly dissipating into an emotionless expression. still he hover atop of his wife, covering him all over and sheltering him from the coldness of the cloud recesses mountains creeping into the jìngshì. “ it was very wrong of me to steal. it’s against the rules. ” slender and string-skilled fingers grab wèi wúxiàn's face, holding him firmly in place and leaning in to steal a kiss. a long one, uninhibitedly rough and messy.
@weidizi asked:
gives you TWO kisses :3c
both kisses are welcomed enthusiastically, greedily so. at least in the privacy of their home, lán wàngjī has to admit he’s not perfect ⸺ he’s insatiable with love and lust for his husband. he’s intense and all consuming yet his beloved does not seem to mind. his firm grip around wèi wúxiàn’s waist comes accompanied by the softest of smiles, almost invisible really.
“ how does this one earn more? ”
let’s do it baby i know the law. ( weidizi: )
“ nobody!!! nobody lan zhan! ” he pouts, propping his hands on his hips. trying very hard to go for offended. only…he’s red faced, a bit flustered. “ if anything i should of hit you with deez nuts! that’s so much more believable!! ”
there’s a moment of silence following the quasi threat. no more than a second or two, but long enough to denote serious consideration. he does then resign to accepting his fate. “ okay. ”
@battleguqin asked:
"Did Jingyi teach you that term ?"
“ .... ” it seems his use of the term was inappropriate in some way, perhaps hánguāng-jūn has been bamboozled by his disciple. “ yes. ”
weidizi·:
@lanqin· asked: deez
“ hey!! hey you can’t— ” he shoves a hand over lan wangji’s mouth. “ you can’t just deez nuts me lan zhan! you can’t! not you! ”
random asks / always accepting
“ if not me... then who? ” this is a very logical question, yet hánguāng-jūn is pouting some and visibly seething with jealousy at thhe sole thought that his wèi yīng may accept deez nuts from someone else but not him!
in general lwj is pretty at peace with being quiet and not very social. he’s come to accept people will make assumptions about him and think he’s arrogant or intimidating or whatever else when in reality he’s just unintentionally grey rocking them.
and he’s okay with it because those who know him well enough can read him.
but he does regret not having been able to communicate better what his intentions were back when he wanted to bring wwx to cloud recesses. he might’ve been rejected anyways, but he would’ve rather wwx rejected him because of his feelings or because he hated cloud recesses and not because he thought lwj was trying to imprison him.
he thought he was so transparent and his feelings so obvious, and maybe it’s just wwx that was oblivious but. yeah he regrets not having been more explicit about his intentions so at least wwx knew he had an option and what the option entailed.
A HAND RAISES UP, FINGERS LIGHT AGAINST HIS JAW. Wuxian is feeling just a bit more wakeful now. At such an ungodly hour too, his husband should really be proud of him. Returning his kiss with equal, if not more enthusiasm than he had– if such a thing were even possible. “ Well it’s not my fault. ” he whines softly, giving another kiss, which land on his chin instead. “ There’s so many of them– my husband wont punish me for being so greedy will he? ” further sinking his weight into wangji’s side. Grinning wide now, breath soft between them.
it is not a matter of anyone being at fault, though lán wàngjī isn't fazed with his husband's perception of him as rigid and sternly by the rules. that is not an inaccurate perception of him, in all truth. the soft eyed and kiss hungry man that he is when in bed is an exception, a side of him only his wèi yīng is allowed to experience. gladly he welcomes every kiss, greedily so. he supposes that makes it two of them. “ there is nothing to punish you for. being greedy with me is allowed. ” he recites almost as though deciding out loud. decidedly, “ i am yours. ”
necrrot:
SLEEP? NOW? WHEN WANGJI IS BEING SO SWEET? He’d be wrong to deny how the term rubs him all the right ways. A content little thing, deep in his chest, far far in the back of his mind. Despite how drowsy he still is, he visibly flusters, and wriggles a bit against his husband. Trying to adjust, making the angle for a proper kiss a bit less awkward. A lazy smack against his lips, followed by a dopey smile. “ The best wife, right? Even if your wife sleeps in till sooooo late. and keeps you in bed. ” half heartedly spoken, voice rough with sleep.
❛ mhn. ❜ a soft hum reverberates from lán wàngjī's throat as he corresponds the kiss. signs of affection from his wèi yīng's lips are never to be wasted, for he is indeed the best one could ever ask for. none of the things brought up by wèi wúxiàn were all that negative, lán wàngjī did not think. ❛ even when my wife breaks so many rules. ❜ his voice deep and quiet trails off, growing distracted by the proximity of wèi wúxiàn's mouth and promptly stealing yet another smooch from them.