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[sarah-yyy]

oooo i do have a potential prompt for rp verse! a wangxian wedding (if we're in a fluff mood) or some mild sads "lwj: you stopped calling me by my name" or like council of elders summoning wwx and being dicks to him about the marriage (😒) either way the choice is up to you!! i hope these prompts fit, if not no stress! i will be happy with whatever rp verse update you bring 🥰

OKAY bear with me for a hot second, i started out writing the rp verse wangxian wedding, but midway through it turned into........wangxian wedding if the war hadn’t happened in the rp verse, and lwj and wwx weren’t in love yet, so i guess this is an au to the rp verse, but i had to write this TWO WHOLEASS TIMES because i command+w the first time as i was almost done, 没有功劳也有苦劳, so i hope y’all at least like it a little sdklfjdgfdkjhg

Lan Wangji stills his steps the third time he sees Wei Wuxian sway on his feet, limbs loose from the wine that Lan Wangji knows he was stealing sips of all throughout the ceremony. 

They are still a few minutes’ walk away from Lan Wangji’s chambers, and the quickest route back involves several turns through the various pavilions in his manor. It will not do for Wei Wuxian to run into an accident on their wedding night; the Jiangs, Jiang Wanyin in particular, will take offence, and think that Lan Wangji is trying to get rid of his newly-wedded husband. 

He quickens his pace when he notices Wei Wuxian about to walk into a pillar, and scoops him up into his arms instead. 

Wei Wuxian blinks up at him. “Er-dianxia, is that you?” he croaks out. “Am I...drunk?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji affirms. He adjusts his hold on Wei Wuxian. “Do not throw up on me,” he tells Wei Wuxian, and then begins walking in the direction of his chambers. 

Lan Wangji’s plan has always been to marry Wei Wuxian, and bring him into Lan Wangji’s household, and still try his best to maintain a separate life from the other man. Neither of them had a choice in this marriage, but Lan Wangji can at least ensure his own comfort post-marriage. Lan Wangji’s manor is large, and he has ordered for Wei Wuxian’s chambers to be set up far away enough from him that he would be able to get away with not running into Wei Wuxian on a daily basis if he times his schedule well enough. 

He would leave Wei Wuxian to do whatever he likes, grant him whatever freedom he seeks; it will be the most he can do for Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian will be disappointed, but he will come to terms with it - after all, it’s not like Lan Wangji ever gave him cause to expect that their marriage will be anything more than what it is on papers. 

“Er-dianxia,” Wei Wuxian groans out. “Slow down? My head hurts.”

“Drinking is forbidden in the royal family,” Lan Wangji tells him, but he slows his pace, all the same. It is a cool and breezy night out. Lan Wangji thinks he might’ve played his guqin tonight, out in the garden where the peonies are blooming, if Wei Wuxian had been a little less inebriated, as a gesture of goodwill to the other man. Wei Wuxian had always wanted Lan Wangji to play for him when they were younger. “Tonight is an exception, but you should follow the Lan sect rules when you’re in the company of the royal court, now that you’ve married into the family.”

“And when I’m not in the company of the royal court?” Wei Wuxian asks. 

“Then you may do whatever you wish,” Lan Wangji says simply. He has no wish to impose rules on Wei Wuxian’s life for no reason, bearing in mind that Wei Wuxian, like himself, had little choice in the arrangement that led to their marriage. “Your life is yours to control.”

“You have no expectations of me?” Wei Wuxian asks. “Nothing you wish I would do, or not do, as...your husband?” 

Lan Wangji can feel the weight of Wei Wuxian’s gaze on him, but he keeps his eyes steadily ahead. “Do whatever you wish,” he says again. “Everything remains as it used to be. Nothing has changed for me, save for the fact that we have officially taken our marital bows.” 

Wei Wuxian tenses in his arms. “You’re so cruel to me, er-dianxia,” he whispers, and then doesn’t say anything anymore. 

Wei Wuxian’s words bring a tightness to Lan Wangji’s chest that he cannot explain. He finishes the walk to his chambers silently, with Wei Wuxian held snugly in his arms.

Back in the privacy of his room, he sets Wei Wuxian down on his bed. 

The servants have already brought him the tea that he usually drinks before he retires for the night. He pours a cup of the still-warm tea, and brings it to Wei Wuxian.

“Drink,” he tells Wei Wuxian. 

Wei Wuxian stares up at him. He looks a lot more sober now, and his eyes are-

Sad. 

“Your head will hurt more tomorrow,” Lan Wangji says, bringing the cup of tea closer to Wei Wuxian’s hands. The sadness in Wei Wuxian’s eyes disturbs him. He wishes he knew how to make it go away. “Drink.” 

Wei Wuxian’s fingers close over Lan Wangji’s wrist, and he brings the proffered cup of tea to his lips. “Not a jiaobei jiu, but close enough,” he murmurs, and downs the tea. 

Lan Wangji’s heartbeat quickens inexplicably, but before he is able to make sense of it, Wei Wuxian drops his wrist, and stands from Lan Wangji’s bed.

“I’ll take the floor,” he offers. “I don’t mind, if it’s just for the night.”

Lan Wangji hadn’t even considered this an option, before Wei Wuxian had said it. He had naturally assumed that they would share the bed. It would just be for the night, after all. 

“I will do it,” Lan Wangji tells him. “I sleep lightly, and I will wake if I hear the servants come in.” 

The corner of Wei Wuxian’s lips lift slightly, but that isn’t a smile on Wei Wuxian’s face. Lan Wangji has seen Wei Wuxian smile genuinely before, and he has seen Wei Wuxian force himself to smile before. This is a far cry from either. 

Wei Wuxian is sad. Lan Wangji has somehow managed to make him sad again. 

“Am I truly so terrible that you would rather sleep on the floor, than to consider the possibility of sharing a bed with me?” he murmurs. He takes a step towards Lan Wangji, and then another, until they’re pressed almost chest to chest. “Earlier today… I entertained the thought of being able to kiss you tonight,” he whispers. 

Lan Wangji freezes. He feels his ears warm.

“You’re always beautiful, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian continues. “But even more so today. I wanted to kiss you. I still want to.”

There is little reason to refuse. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are lawfully married. Wei Wuxian is his husband. It is not inappropriate for Wei Wuxian to ask for a kiss, or for Lan Wangji to want to agree to it. It will not be wrong for Lan Wangji to want to wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian’s waist, to draw him close, to bite down on the plump of Wei Wuxian’s plush lips. 

The force of his sudden desire startles him, and he drops the teacup in his hand.

The noise of the shattering glass seems to wake Wei Wuxian up. He takes two quick steps back away from Lan Wangji. 

“I overstepped,” he murmurs, eyes downcast. “I apologise, er-dianxia.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Lan Wangji says, after a long pause. Wei Wuxian had used it, just moments ago, and it was...pleasing to hear. It’s a selfish desire, he thinks, to want to hear his name from Wei Wuxian’s lips again. “You may address me familiarly, now that we are married.” 

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. “I’d rather not, er-dianxia. I’m afraid I’ll forget my place,” he says. His voice shakes. “I’ll sleep up on the roof,” he tells Lan Wangji. “I’ll be discrete. No-one will see me up there.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t stop him as he leaves.  

(buy me a kofi! // more rebuttable presumption)

* jiaobei jiu = 交杯酒 = lit. crossed-cups wine; chinese wedding custom where the married couple links their arms and drinks to their marriage