#lan zhan x female reader

[mdzsfan]

Hi, can I request an OS with Lan Wangji and female reader? Reader was given as a gift to Wangji to serve him as a maid by another clan. Reader belongs to a poor background (she was an orphan grown up in a foster home). Reader feels honoured to be his maid and serves HanGuang-Jun with all her heart. Slowly, Wangji developed feelings for reader and started loving her secretly. He becomes protective of her and started getting jealous whenever she gets attention from other mdzs boys. Reader has a crush on HanGuang-Jun but she never expected that someone like Lan er-gongzi who is a noble man belongs to the highest social class can like her, let alone love her(reader is an underconfident maiden because of her poor background). Wangji started dropping subtle hints for the reader to show his love for her. Like, one day, Wangji took reader's hands in his and made her touch his forehead ribbon, which reader misunderstood as a mistake. Another day, he played guqin for the reader when she was unable to fall asleep. Some other day, he kissed her forhead & cheeks when she was playing with his rabbits. One day, Wangji takes the reader to Caiyi town for Yuan Xiao festival. Reader loves going to festivals and fairs a lot since she never got a chance to go there during childhood (she mentioned it to him casually one day) where they both light a lantern together and wish to stay together forever. Wangji couldn't stop himself from kissing her when he feels the reader so close to him which made her really surprised since she didn't believe what has just happened😳 Wangji takes her to a restaurant to eat where someone spiked her tea and reader got drunk. They decided to stay in a hotel in same room and Wangji takes care of the drunk reader. Her cute antics made him laugh and gives him a hard time to control himself as he doesn't want to take advantage of her in drunken state. (You can add as many cute antics as you want as drunk reader is quite adorable and cute). Once she became sober, there, sitting on his lap, reader asks Wangji, "why does he not treat her like a maid anymore? Why did he kiss her?(touching her lips while saying that), What does he feel about her? Why is he holding her in his arms like this as it is forbidden to be like this with a maid?" To which Wangji replies that, "he will never treat her as a maid because she is his woman and he consider the reader as his wife, his soulmate, his everything. And he is holding her like this because she is his and she will remain in his arms forever." Listening to this, reader kisses him and Wangji couldn't control himself anymore so they both kisses each other passionately and things got heated from there between them and they had sex in the hotel room(you can write implied nsfw if you are not comfortable). Lying naked in each other's arms, reader asked Wangji if it is okay to be intimate with a maid? Is it not forbidden to have a relationship like this between a master and servant? To which Wangji made her touch his forehead ribbon and declares that only she is allowed to touch his forehead ribbon as he considers reader his spouse. Reader gets emotional and they had sex again, this time Wangji being gentle with her as she was already sore from previous rounds. Next day, when they go back to cloud recess, Wangji tells Zewu-Jun that he wants to marry the reader ceremoniously and Zewu-Jun shows his concerns regarding Shūfù's reaction as he will never accept reader (a maid from low class) as Wangji's wife. When Shūfù called HanGuang-Jun and Zewu-Jun to talk about this matter, to convince him not to marry the maid reader, Wangji declared that the reader has already became his woman because Wangji has embraced the reader and had taken her virginity, her honour. The marks she bears on her body are the evidence of their passionate night together. Shūfù has no other choice so he accepts their relationship and reader and Wangji gets married in a traditional ceremony and declares their love to each other and vows to stay with each other forever. Thank you in advance😊

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this oneshot that I wrote. I unfortunately did had to split into 3-5 parts as it was very long, and there are some parts such as smut that might be uncomfortable for some readers. As not everyone is okay with the idea of smut however, I really hope that you like the one shots, as I personally loved writing it!

Unspoken Bonds

From the earliest days of y/n's life, a sense of unrelenting hardship took root, as she navigated a world that was harsh and unforgiving. Abandoned to the streets with neither family nor means, she fell into the hands of a family that offered shelter, but at a cost that was far from kind. This supposed refuge, unfortunately, evolved into a crucible of cruelty that shaped her formative years.

Optimism, naive yet persistent, had once painted this family as her potential saviors, a way out of the torment she had known. Yet, the stark reality unfolded with a grim contrast. Instead of the sanctuary she yearned for, she became a target for their frustrations and anger. Mistakes, no matter how minor, ignited storms of abuse that rained down upon her fragile shoulders.

Her daily life became an endless cycle of servitude. Cooking and cleaning were the tasks she was relegated to, her hands worn from the labor that sustained the very family that ought to have nurtured and protected her. But instead of gratitude, they rewarded her dedication with disrespect, dehumanizing her by spitting on her, a poignant reminder of her status as the lowest rung in their household.

Time went by, and the cruelty only intensified. The shadows of her circumstances grew darker, blotting out any semblance of hope that dared to flicker within her. The family's satisfaction seemed to derive from her suffering, twisting her dreams into nightmares she couldn't escape.

And then, when their need for her waned, they made a callous decision that would forever alter her fate. Selling her, as if she were mere chattel, became their solution to an inconvenience they no longer wished to tolerate. To a neighboring clan hungry for power and willing to pay, y/n was a transaction, a cruel exchange of money for a life.

In the face of life's unrelenting challenges, y/n remained resolute and unyielding. Despite the difficulties that surrounded her, she refused to surrender to adversity. Over time, her indomitable spirit led her to forge meaningful connections with the fellow maids and servants who, like her, dedicated their lives to serving the illustrious Xiao family. Through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of their circumstances, the bonds of friendship blossomed, offering solace and camaraderie in a world that often seemed harsh and unforgiving.

Yet, as the hands of fate would have it, echoes of history began to resurface. Just when y/n believed she had found her place amidst the companionship of kindred spirits, an unexpected twist emerged. Rumors spread, whispered in hushed tones among the manors' inhabitants, conveying a revelation that cast a shadow over the newfound harmony y/n had cultivated. It was decided that y/n would be entrusted as a gift to the revered Gusu Lan Clan, an act motivated by a deep sense of gratitude.

The Gusu Lan Clan, renowned for their steadfast support of the small clan to which y/n had belonged, offered her presence as a token of appreciation. It was a gesture meant to convey not only the Xiao family's acknowledgment of the Gusu Lan Clan's assistance but also their genuine desire to strengthen the ties between their clans. 

Prior to y/n's entrance into Gusu as Lan Wangji's maid, a myriad of rumors had reached her ears, painting a multifaceted portrait of the enigmatic man. Whispers echoed about his piercing gaze, capable of peering into the depths of one's soul, and tales circulated of his unwavering adherence to rules and decorum, lending an air of unwavering obedience to his presence, seemingly mirroring the very essence of Lan Qiren.

However, as y/n stepped into her role and began to interact with Lan Wangji on a more intimate level, she found that reality diverged from these conjectures. The man who stood before her was not a mere embodiment of rumors; he was a complex individual with layers that extended far beyond the whispers of gossip. Yes, there existed an initial distance between them, a consequence of his accustomed solitude, yet this did not deter her from pursuing a genuine connection.

As y/n assumed her role as Lan Wangji's dedicated maid, a profound sense of honor enveloped her. Each task she performed, every moment she spent in his presence, was imbued with a deep reverence for the man she served, HanGuang-Jun. Her heart swelled with pride as she tended to his needs, and she approached her duties with an unwavering commitment that stemmed from a genuine admiration for his character.

In her eyes, every action was a testament to her devotion. She meticulously arranged his belongings, ensuring that his environment was one of tranquility and order. The act of preparing his tea became a ritual, a delicate balance of precision and care. As she observed him from the periphery, his presence radiated a quiet strength that commanded respect and kindled an unspoken understanding between them.

Amid the tranquil rhythm of their daily tea ceremony, Lan Wangji's voice cut through the stillness with a question that echoed like the delicate chime of a distant temple bell. "Do I frighten you?" he inquired, his words carrying a weight that seemed to stretch beyond their immediate context.

Caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry, y/n paused in her meticulous task, her movements stilled by the gravity of his question. Her eyes met his, a moment of connection that held a world of unspoken sentiments. She could sense the complexity within those eyes, a depth of emotions that remained enigmatic yet inviting, like the surface of a tranquil pond concealing the currents below.

In response, her voice carried a gentle timbre laced with a touch of reverence, as she inclined her head in a respectful bow. "I'm sorry, Hanguang-Jun," she murmured, her words threaded with sincerity. "I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me."

With the pot placed delicately on the table, a fleeting impulse surged within y/n. An impulse to escape the room, to retreat from the intimacy of the moment. But before she could act upon it, her attempt to slip away was thwarted by the firm yet gentle grasp of Lan Wangji's hand. His touch was unexpected, a tether that pulled her back from the precipice of her own uncertainty.

"Stay," his voice resonated, carrying a command that was as soft as it was compelling. His gaze, steady and unwavering, met hers, and in that instant, she was held in his gaze as if suspended in time. His finger extended, pointing to the table that held the tea they were meant to share, a silent insistence that resonated more deeply than mere words.

Caught between his unspoken desire and her own momentary hesitation, y/n found herself rooted to the spot, her instincts conflicting with the undeniable pull of his presence. It was in this very moment that the lines between servant and master, duty and emotion, blurred into something more intricate and profound.

As she remained by the table, a swirl of emotions stirred within her. The unexpected touch, the commanding yet not unkind directive, created a fissure in the façade of their roles. A hint of vulnerability flickered in Lan Wangji's eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored her own feelings of uncertainty and longing.

This moment was the very beginning. A small, unassuming step that would unknowingly set the course for a transformation within her heart. The tiniest seed of affection, of admiration for the man who stood before her, took root and began to flourish. The reverence she had always held for him deepened, evolving into something more personal and profound.

As they shared the tea, the air between them seemed to shimmer with unspoken emotions. Her heart, once steady, now danced to the rhythm of a new melody, one that resonated with the harmony of unspoken feelings and secret desires. 

Throughout their shared moments that accumulated over time, the connection between y/n and Lan Wangji had deepened and gave a rise to an enduring love that seemed to flourish with each passing day. The tender affection they nurtured for one another became a beacon of warmth in their lives, radiating an exquisite glow that illuminated even the darkest corners of their hearts.

Lan Wangji's regard for y/n was a testament to the transformational power of genuine love. Unlike the treatment meted out by the previous clans, he adorned y/n with the dignity and respect that she deserved. Each gesture, each word he spoke, was a brushstroke on the canvas of their relationship, carefully painting a masterpiece of equality and mutual admiration. The societal boundaries that typically governed interactions between different strata of society held no dominion in their bond.

On a serene day, with scrolls in her hands meant for Lan Wangji, y/n embarked on her journey towards his presence. However, her path was momentarily intercepted by the boisterous voice of Wei Wuxian. His voice echoed in the air, calling out to her, "Hey there, pretty lady!"

Pausing, y/n turned to face Wei Wuxian, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His inquiry was direct, laden with curiosity, "Why do you always hang around with that grumpy, old, boring, mean man?"

A chuckle escaped y/n as she contemplated the question. Wei Wuxian's amusement was evident, yet there was a genuine inquisitiveness in his gaze. "Grumpy, old, boring, mean man?" y/n repeated, a glint of humor dancing in her eyes. Then, with a sly grin, she ventured, "Lan Wangji?"

Wei Wuxian's nod confirmed her guess, and y/n couldn't help but offer a gentle smile. "You see," she began, her tone thoughtful, "It's my role to serve Lan Wangji, to assist him with tasks that are entrusted to me." Her words carried a sense of purpose, a conviction that underscored her actions.

The accusation that Lan Wangji was mean warranted a soft shake of her head. "Oh no, he's not mean," y/n corrected with an air of certainty. "In fact, he's anything but that. Lan Wangji has been a savior in my life, a pillar of support and understanding. His demeanor might seem reserved, but beneath that lies a depth of compassion and wisdom."

Y/n's words carried a weight of sincerity, a testament to the profound impact Lan Wangji had on her life. Her steadfast defense of his character was unwavering, rooted in the countless moments they had shared and the understanding that had grown between them.

She continued, her tone soft but unwavering, "It's true that his sternness may seem directed at times, but it's often a reflection of his dedication to principles and order. And as for you, Wei Wuxian," she paused, a playful glint entering her eyes, "you might find that his 'meanness' is a response to your rather inventive interpretations of the rules."

Wei Wuxian's laughter rang out, a melody of amusement that danced through the air. Y/n's steadfast loyalty and her ability to see beyond the surface intrigued him, a curiosity stirring within him like a hidden current beneath the surface.

Lan Wangji's arrival on the scene was as graceful as ever, his presence a calming breeze that stirred the air. A smile graced his lips as his gaze fell upon y/n, the sight of her never failing to evoke a sense of serenity within him. However, the tableau before him quickly shifted his emotions in an unexpected direction.

Observing the easy camaraderie between y/n and Wei Wuxian, their laughter and exchanged smiles, Lan Wangji felt a subtle pang in his chest—a twinge of jealousy that seemed to tighten his throat. The warmth that had previously filled him was now juxtaposed with a slight discomfort, a feeling he struggled to name.

"A-y/n," he addressed her, his voice steady but tinged with an undertone of something he himself couldn't quite grasp. Stepping into the midst of their discussion, his gaze fixed upon Wei Wuxian, his stare carrying a weight of warning, like a hawk assessing its territory.

Y/n's attention shifted seamlessly, her focus now on Lan Wangji, her demeanor respectful and attentive. "Hanguang-Jun," she acknowledged with a graceful bow, the gesture a testament to the deference she held for him.

The air seemed to hum with unspoken tension, the energy between the three of them palpable. Lan Wangji's reaction was a confluence of emotions, protectiveness for the bond he shared with y/n. A hint of insecurity at the sight of her engaged with another, and a flicker of curiosity about the nature of her rapport with Wei Wuxian.

Y/n's posture remained poised, her ability to navigate these subtle undercurrents a reflection of her perceptiveness. As her eyes met Lan Wangji's, there was a gentle reassurance in her gaze, a silent message that affirmed her unwavering regard for him.

Wei Wuxian, though he had been met with Lan Wangji's glare, seemed to take it all in stride. His own expression was a blend of mischief and curiosity, a playful acknowledgment of the tension that had arisen. It was as if he recognized the significance of Lan Wangji's feelings, perhaps even the depth of his emotions, without needing explicit words.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Lan Wangji's composed demeanor remained a steadfast anchor. His subtle gesture caught y/n's attention, a silent communication that conveyed it was time to depart from the scene. Y/n's acknowledgment was swift—a nod that reflected her readiness to follow Lan Wangji's lead.

As if choreographed by an unspoken understanding, y/n gracefully turned her attention back to Wei Wuxian, her respectful bow a final farewell gesture. The act was imbued with a sense of gratitude for the exchange they had shared and a promise of a future encounter.

However, before the moment could dissolve into the annals of memory, Wei Wuxian's voice reverberated through the space like a lightning bolt. "DOES LAN WANGJI LIKE A-Y/N!?" The words were proclaimed with a volume that defied subtlety, and echoed. 

The scene that followed was a mix of reactions that could only be expected in the wake of Wei Wuxian's exuberant declaration. The elder Lans, though mildly scandalized by the outburst, were not entirely surprised, a testament to Wei Wuxian's notorious reputation for audacious behavior. 

"WEI WUXIAN!!!" Lan Qiren's stern voice shattered the calm like a thunderclap, a sharp reprimand that cut through the atmosphere with a forceful command. His displeasure was evident in both his tone and expression, a manifestation of the elder Lans' commitment to decorum and discipline. The echoes of his voice lingered in the air like a tangible reprimand.

Startled by the force of Lan Qiren's shout, Wei Wuxian's eyes widened and his heart raced. He was well accustomed to Lan Qiren's disapproval, yet the suddenness of it always managed to catch him off guard. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned on his heels, his quick retreat evidence of his familiarity with this routine. 

[eyesforahead]

Mdzs scenario!

MO DAO ZU SHI X READER

(NO GENDER MENTIONED)

Au: you've died however you find yourself waking up. You're greeted by a goddess who tells you that you must choose someone to reincarnate as. She also tells you that you'll have a SYSTEM.

(read the bottom for more info pls)

Some things can't be avoided.

Wei Wuxian = you'll still fall down the burial mounds no matter what you do. ( SYSTEM will force you to go so killing wen chao isn't solving it. )

Lan Wanji = The whippings he got in the canon is something you're also going to suffer. ( If not for one reason than another SYSTEM will make sure of that. )

Jin guangyao = You must still kill Nie mingjue. ( Have fun dealing with Nie Huaisang. )

Wen Chao = Wei Wuxian MUST be thrown the burial mounds by you/Wen Chao and the Jiang's must be killed.

Jiang Yanli = Sacrificing yourself to save Wei Wuxian is something you must do. ( Going to the battlefield where she died. ) [ Hint: bring a sword instead of going weaponless like the canon and learn to use it. Might help :) ]

Wen Qing = you will still have to do the golden core removal to wei wuxian. You must also turn yourself in to the Jin's.

Who do you choose? THINK carefully.

Author note: sorry if this doesn't make much sense it's all for fun so don't think much of it! Leave a note to support me <3 thank you for reading.

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[kurokawaia]

❛ Marriage ❜ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²

Lan Wangji X Fem!Reader

WC; 5.4k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; x fem! reader, afab reader, cunnilingus, oral -> female receiving, overstimulation, come eating, squirting, virginity taking, slightly rough sex, cervix kissing, hickies, marking + probably more i can't think of lmao

REQUEST? YES (link to the request)\

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: When her husband comes back to Jingshi reader asks for Lan Wangji to consummate their marriage because she believes its her duty to do so, to satisfy him in bed. Wangji only takes this so far by giving his pretty wife head. Only then a few nights later, Wangji comes home late from hunting and then there they make love to each other.

1.4k more than what i intended to write but thats okay...

part 1 | part 2

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The night air was cool, crisp, with just a low noise of nocturnal creatures stirring in the darkness. The moon cast its silver light onto the landscape; in vain, it was unable to still your fidgeting. Lan Wangji had gone on a night hunt, so he had left you alone in your chambers. That is one of those moments when all will be well, and you know how capable he is at anything bound to come his way, but yet something nags in the pit in your stomach at his absence beside you, to put all at rest.

Those hours ticked so slowly, every single minute pulling on for such a length of time. You walked up and down the room, him on your mind all the while. The strong, silent support had just interwoven itself into the bedrock of your existence, and now that it was gone… you were lost. Finally, you could take the taut silence no longer and went to stand by the window, looking out into the darkness in the vain hope that his familiar silhouette would come toward you.

You finally heard the sound of footsteps as the first light of dawn tinged the world beyond. Your heart lifted within your chest as the door creaked open and you turned to face him. It was Lan Wangji. His robes were not as immaculate as they usually were—slightly ruffled by the night's activities—but his eyes were clear, the calmness sculpted into them once more.

"Wangji," you breathed, feeling the wash of relief from head to toe as he finally arrived.

He stood there, his eyes locking on yours, and even the tension in your shoulders seemed to leave you. "It was a quiet night," he repeated, his voice level and reassuring.

At his words though, you could feel the barrier that time and fate had thrown up like an invisible wall between you, the same one that haunted your marriage. With feelings heightened by his absence, you felt a desperate need to close this gap tonight more than ever.

"Wangji," you started hesitantly, your voice quivering with fear. "I've been considering… about us, about our marriage."

His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of his concern in those eyes. "{Y/n}, you should rest. It has been a long night."

You shook your head as determination thrummed in your heart. "No, I have to say this. I understand the why of our marriage—the duty and the honor—but I want more. I want to be close to you. I want us to be truly united, not just in name."

He took a step closer, his gaze unbreaking from yours. "We are already so close, my bondmate; we do not have to be in a hurry."

He inhaled deeply, summoning all his courage. "Please. Lan Zhan."

The moment his birth name left your lips, something in him shifted. His calm and cool exterior shattered, and raw emotion flirted in his eyes. In a second, there he was in front of you, cupping your face with his hands as he captured your lips with his in a fervent kiss. This kiss had the intensity of everything compacted into it that left you breathless.

Breathe hard, his forehead hung over yours, the moment he let you go. "You don't even know how badly I wanted to hear you say my name, without my telling you, since the moment we met," he said, his voice hoarse with longing. "But we can't rush into it. Not until you're really ready."

You nodded with his words, even as your heart almost broke with longing. "I get it," you whispered, your eyes filling, "I just. I want to be close to you."

He brushed a tear off your cheek with his thumb, not really touching your face. "Fine."

At that sudden change of heart, shock moved your eyes up to his. "For real?" you said, a slight shake in your voice.

"So you want this, don't you?" Wangji asked you.

How Lan Wangji has waited for this moment. Wangji wants his wife with some untranslatable primal need, but he doesn't want to take away her virginity just because she feels it's her responsibility to do so. He wants to wait for that moment where his wife grows to desire him as he does her.

Wangji wants her to love him—really love him—but he gets no prize for refusing her when she looks at him like that, all piteously wide, doe-eyed stare.

The breath on your face was warm, steady, almost demanding, and Lan Wangji's arms held on a fraction tighter. Pulling back a little, you met his gaze. Inside the inferno of your chest, his eyes were burning.

"Lanzhan," you whispered back, his birth name seeming more right on your lips.

His eyes had softened to the sound, and you almost could read the longing and love he held for you. You couldn't contain yourself, so you bent down over him, pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead. He tensed slightly under your touch.

You went on, bestowing soft kisses all over his face, on the bridge of his nose, on his cheeks, in the corners of his eyes. Each kiss was a promise, an unspoken word of just how much you felt your love for him would overpower you. His skin was warm under the press of your lips, and you felt his heart quicken.

"Zhan," you murmured between the kisses, "I want to show you how much you mean to me."

His hands drew a little tighter, the knuckles digging into the fabric of your robes, one at your back and another at the side. His eyes slammed shut as, with a small exhale, his lips parted ever so slightly. You kept peppering his face with soft kisses, light as feathers but so ripe of emotion.

Finally, when pulling back, his eyes slowly opened again, this time all darkened with desire towards and something deeper, more profound in nature. He reached out and cupped your face with one hand, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek.

"You are everything to me," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "But we must take this slow. I want you to be ready."

"I am! Please, Lan Zhan," you beg, though it felt like you had to do this since you are husband and wife, but there was a throbbing need in you, a need to have him touching your body, to have him fill you up to the brim.

"Lay down on the bed," crooned Wangji as he followed your movement down to the bed, and you hesitantly lay down.

This was your duty as a wife now wasn't it? You have to make sure you please Lan Wangji, alright.    Lan Wangji was trying so hard to give a shit as he had his own urges. He has been in love with you for much longer than he can remember and here you are, wanting to please him, willing to have his cock stretch out your pretty pink virgin cunt.

But he won't take you tonight, he'll savor you tonight, having you beg for more on his tongue until you can't even think straight. Until you recognize your feelings for him. 

Lan Wangji unties your pretty white and blue hanfu robes, the colored robes that distinguish you as a Lan, that display that you are the Hanguang-Jun's wife.

Even more, you are lying naked on the bed, while he was fully clothed. You didn't know what to do or say because you are his wife; hence he could do with you whatever he wants, and him doing anything with you did not include you asking any questions about it.

"Just stay still and don't move," Wangji said, and you nodded at his serious statement. He was just dying to take you right there and then. You looked so small, vulnerable beneath his broad, huge body. You nodded at his stern statement, underlining the word 'don't', as your body stiffened rigid underneath him. He almost held that lingering fear inside him that maybe you would break.

Wangji brushes that thought out and gets things going to feel the good. Not that he feels the same about it, he does this so that you would later understand how much you would need him physically.

Wangji cranes his neck forward, pressing kisses to your soaked clit through your underwear, making you want to clench your thighs around his head. His head was in the way of you doing so, Wangji's hands gripped onto your thighs, reminding you of your place.

"Lan Zhan," you breath out, not knowing what to do at the foreign sensation.

He simply showed no desire to stop, because after all, he was doing it not just to satisfy his needs. Your soft thighs were locked on his broad shoulders, holding you in bed. He did this not just to satisfy himself, but also for your good.    Lan Wangji really wished you to wake up to your needs; otherwise, he would do something he'd regret.

You moaned, hands getting knotted within his long black locks. His bun at the top of his head had come loose, and the essence of his back fell free. Your back wanted to arch away from the tingling sensation, to squirm out of his hold, but you were immobilized—utterly weak under his touch.

"You, stop moving," he intones with a milder iratedness and you obey, trying your utmost not to twitch with the kisses he lathers onto your clit through your wet panties. Lan Wangji moves the fabric to the side, baring your wet folds, and he doesn't hesitate. '

He waited for far too long to finally have a taste of you, and Lan Wangji was going to enjoy himself like there was nobody else there—with you, with your puffy little clit between his lips, sucking it until you came over and over again, with his tongue. Push you with his tongue into overheating.

The grip on your thighs strengthens as you feel his nose bump against your sensitive clit, and your fingers tighten on the hold you had on his hair. A mewl slipped past your plump lips, and the groan of satisfaction rippled through him into your folds. His tongue drags from your soaked hole up to your clit, and moans slip from your lips.

You're desperate to remain quiet and not make any of those lewd noises ring out past your mouth. One of your hands falls from his hair and moves up to cover your mouth which Lan Wangji didn't like one bit. 

"You cover your mouth again and I won't be too nice," Lan Wangji says sternly, pulling your hand away from your mouth, which causes a yelp to leave your lips.

Lan Wangji wants you moaning, whimpering as loud as possible, with your head thrown back hard against the fluffy pillows beneath you and your back arched into his tongue, that is sucking lewdly on your aching clit.

That was the moment when thighs clenched around his head through his restrictive hold, and a moan reverberated into your clit that made you grind down against his face. A chant of his name was spilled from your lips, and he reveled in every second of it.

"Lan! Fee. Zhan! Fee.funny!" You whimpered out, that weird feeling in your stomach as something built up inside you, and you didn't know what it was. "Zhan! St'op!! Fee. weird!!"

"Shhh," Lan Wangji cooed to you against your clit, and you moaned again, the coil in your stomach growing tighter. "You getting close, that's all."

Your eyes widened as he said it. This is what an orgasm would grow to feel like. It feels so good. Closer to your orgasm, two fingers pushed through your folds into your gummy walls, and they immediately found their place. Fingers pressed up against that soft spot deep inside your walls every time he curled his fingers when he inserted them in at a quick pass.

"Yes, that's it, {Y/n}," he moaned against you, his hips rutting into the mattress, trying to relieve some sort of sexual buildup that was anything but getting better.

He was in such dire need of you.

The way your hips pushed back into that rough grind onto his face elicited a groan from you. "Good girl," he praised.

You chant his name, broken letters, and his movements, quicker, hungrier; the single hold he had on your thigh clamped tighter. The coil in your stomach just wound tighter, and the fingers locked more around his locks; they kept him in place, but he groaned more into your folds.

It only pushed me right over the edge, for a moan to spill from the lips at the moment that he pressed his tongue hard against my clit—what was once a soft scream leaving your mouth. The coil in your stomach now unleashed, his face totally drenched. Lan Wangji lifts his head out from your drenched folds; his chin is soaked with your cum.

Your chest heaved with the aftermath, breasts falling to the side from your subtly arched back. His chest swelled with a need for you but he wanted to wait for you; wanting to wait for you to want him. He wants you to want him out of love for him, not respect or responsibility as his wife.

Just your pure love, that's all he wants.

'I'm not through with you," were his final words just before his tongue started, once again, to toy with your clit, over except for you.

"Lan Zhan!" you cried in shock from how overwhelmingly the sensation was, a loud moan slipping past your lips, and your thighs clenched extremely tight around his head. This time, he wouldn't let you block his airways, his hands trying to pry open your thighs. And this time, he really would make you come with nothing but his tongue.

And so you did, a thousand times. Over and over your clit throbbed and ached. Your pussy ached and gaped for more, but he didn't give it to you. You'd begged for him to stop, but you knew he wouldn't. Lan Wangji knew you didn't want this, no matter your actions and words. Your cunt begged harder for more and more releases.

Lan Wangji continued to lap up from your folds, and you were definitely sure of a different sensation bubbling inside. "Zhan! Wait!" You whimper, but still your juices spill out from your cunt all over his face, the liquid obviously wetter than earlier.

Lan Wangji stood from between your legs, the realization that it was you who just squirted. A wave of tiredness swept your countenance and you sluggishly went down like a sack of potatoes, submitting to the warm clutches of slumber, and Lan Wangji sighed. Before Lan Wangji could allow himself to catch some sleep beside you, he had to tidy you up, which he did, cleaned you up quite nicely before he changed the sheets without waking you.

The week after that night in Jingshi was spent with a rededication to closeness with Lan Wangji. Every shared glance and every touch, however fleeting, was a promise of deepened feelings, an unsaid understanding that their bond was growing.

But tonight, the hours inched by, and Lan Wangji had not come back from his night hunt. Anxiety began gripping you in earnest as you strayed to and fro across the chamber, filled only by the doing of such a thing. The night was painted as if to be colder, darker, and one couldn't shake away the fear that maybe something happened to him.

At that very moment, you had been about to head out in the search of him yourself, when the door slid open soundlessly and Zewu-Jun stepped inside. His face was calm but serious.

"{Y/n}," he spoke softly, "Lan Wangji has returned. He is safe."

Relief washed over you, wordlessly brushed past Zewu-Jun amid the aching drumbeat of your heart. You entered the courtyard and found Lan Wangji standing there. A little tattered, with worn spots in his face, was the only flaw in what otherwise was him being all right. At the sight of him, relief came pouring through you, and with it trickling down all worry and fear.

"Lan Zhan!" You choked out, hurtling towards him.

He turned at the sound of your voice, and his eyes widened in almost surprised realization as you closed the distance from him. You didn't bother to say a word; instantly, you just threw your arms up and about him, squeezing him as hard as possible for reassurance that he was actually here.

"Zhan," you started, your voice trembling. "I can't… I can't hold it anymore. I-I've been so scared that I was going to lose you. But then I thought… I realized how much you meant to me."

He pulled his face back just a little so he could see down into your eyes. "{Y/n}…"

"I love you, Lan Zhan," you cried, breaking to pieces inside of yourself. "I love you so, so much. I can't bear the thought of being without you."

His face softened a fraction, eyes alit now with relief and joy in equal measure. "You love me?"

You nodded your head, feeling the weight lift off your chest. "Yes, I do. More than anything."

Lan Wangji's eyes sparkled, then he took you again, drawing you close. "I love you, {Y/n}. So much, for so long. To hear you say it… It means more than I could ever have asked," he stuttered.

He bent forward and took your lips in a kiss that spelled all the passion and love ever withheld. His arms tightened around you as well, through which you felt all his feelings, all that depth stored in every touch, every move. In that kiss was a mixture of relief, desire, and intoxicating love.

And then, without realizing it, the kiss deepened, and you only got yourself lost. The world around you just seemed to fade away—there was only you, Lan Wangji, and the beat of both of your hearts that now thumped against each other.

The spell was broken, and you turned to see Zewu-Jun standing a few paces away, the expression a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment.

"Sorry," he apologized, "but this is not your Jingshi. This is the Hanshi."

His smile warmed as you realized where you were, and a blush started to creep up your cheeks. Still holding your hand, Lan Wangji's thumb rubbed lightly over yours.

"Thank you, brother," Lan Wangji said, warmth flowing in his voice. "We will take our leave."

You never released his hand from yours until you both reached your own chambers, and you never felt like you were floating.

You both rapidly went back to the Jingshi, and the two of you never waited for a moment: his lips were on you. His face closed an inch towards yours in a gentle purpose, and all of a sudden you felt the soft brush of his lips against your own. Across the impassable physical distance, Lan Wangji's hand slides through the back of your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his touch seep into you as you flutter your eyes and close them halfway in satisfaction.

The hand cradling the back of your head, holding it in place, suddenly changes from cradling to directing your chin upward, and your stomach swoops in a sickening wash of vertigo. Lan Wangji's face falls, and his exhale is strong over your neck shell, the pulse of scalding heat almost tangible. A second no more, and it leaves an electric impression in its wake.

While his lips are at yours, his other hand cradles your neck from behind, providing an overall warmth that leaves a shiver running down your spine. His lips press again into yours. The rhythmic dance of our tongues surprises you, and you are lost in that tender exchange. You bury your head in the security of Lan Wangji's shoulder, pulling away from the overwhelming intensity. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his shoulders for grounding in the now.

Lan Wangji gently manipulates your head to an upward tilt using the tips of his fingers. The moment your eyes lift, meet his, it's all clear, and the flutter in your stomach is palpable. He bends his head to the side of yours, his breath intoxicatingly filling the sensitive skin next to your neck. In another moment, the sensation of warmth coursed into every part of your body and you felt the electrifying connection that joined you both.

His fingers trace down your spine, and somehow it feels like little trails of tingling fire. Lan Wangji's lips find yours once more, in a tender way that deepens this connection between the two of us. The room fades as we become entrenched in this shared intimacy. Your fingers trace at the small of his back now, tracing gentle patterns, and you savour the closeness that lingers between you.

A broken kiss seals together our foreheads, our breaths intermingle in the silence as Lan Wangji meets your gaze, a gaze that he lets an upswell of feelings warm in the shade of water that is shadowing down his face. There is an unspoken understanding in the charged atmosphere, and as his thumb brushes against your cheek, there is a bond—if the words aside should be counted—forged between both.

"Lan Zhan," you exhale. "I want you. so badly."

You back from the desk, and Lan Wangji is matching the action never letting go as you back across the room and to his bed for support. The baseboard of his bed hits on the back of your legs, bending your knees, and you sit back at the edge of his bed.

You offer liquid grace from the table, your every motion definitive, and subtly Lan Wagnji takes your lead. His hands on your hips remain firm and reassuringly in place as you back up, step by purposeful step leading us towards the bed.

So you rise onto the bed, and, by this time, Lan Wagnji is there, too, rising from the Hanfu on a slide, expectation sits still in the space. I slip off your own with a malevolent eroticism. And so, showing without a word the fragile form beneath, I abandon you in your bra.

LAN WAGNJI'S HAND goes on a longing journey: the palm trails up your hips and waist, leaving the rest of the hand to hold your thigh flush against the side of his body—the room charged in the way that we negotiate the unspoken performance.

Wan Wagnji kisses you again, deeply and passionately.

I gasp under the sheer sensation being pounded into my wanting body, and then, in sheer anticipation, your back arches equal to his. The room seems to shrink, not large enough as he unclips your bra and drags the feverent material off your breasts.

His fingers lightly tease the skin above your collarbone. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

You take in a deep breath before pushing softly against his lips again, and breathlessly answering, "I'm sure."  Hardly setting your words in a breathy sort of utterance to escape from tremors reacting to the touch already, "I will do anything for you," you add, sighing into your mouth as he brings his lips to mine again.

"I know you would," he murmurs, his hand on your thigh for just a second longer, dragging his two middle fingers down your covered slit, making you jolt and forcing a whimper out of your lips.

Your skirt was still gracing your body, along with your panties. There wasn't even a moment later when your panties weren't tugged by Lan Wagnji and left at an unknown spot. And then the work did commence a heartbeat later when the pad of his thumb teased your clit, back and forth, until he urged a snap of your legs, that brought the smirk leaving hikey in its wake, against the skin of your neck.

Two fingers slid in immediately, inside your heat, and began to curl at your gummy spot. Helplessly you moaned as your arms wound around Lan Wagnji's neck, as if this would help lift some off that pleasure.

"I've found it, have I?" Lan Wagnji asked, slowly moving his fingers in and out of your wet hole and each time he entered again, slowly curling his fingers into your gummy walls.

"You moan as ecstasy sears through each nerve of your body.

"Mmm, please what

"Need you," you whimper out, and he keeps that slow, aching pace. Long fingers curl in at the right time to hit that one spot, which makes you feel so, so good. But he knew that and went on doing this ridiculously slowly, making sure every one of your moans and whimpers was heard.

"More," you choked out, and you felt another smirk roll against his lips.

"You'll get more, I'll take my time with you - " he said to you hotly, breathing into your ear, looking at the task force trailing us, and still wanting to get more out of Light.

"Jus' want you to go f-faster," you say holding back the moan when he curls his fingers once more. "You're such a dirty girl," Lan Wagnji degrades and complies with your request and picks up the pace causing the knot in your stomach to grow.

"Please, please, please," you went on chanting over and over again, asking for an orgasm's release that has a deadly threat lying over your body, "Ngh, Zhan, please."

"Fine, girl, let go," he tells, and a moan of his name leaves your throat. Your back is bending into his chest, his arm slipping around your waist, and you close to him. Lan Wagnji lets himself drop to kiss you again, letting the warmth of the kiss float around when he pulls back. "I'm not done with you; you're going to take my dick all in your tight cunt. You got that?"

You nod dumbly, just wanting to feel the ache deep inside of you.

Lan Wagnji flipped you around, your breast squished tightly against the bed as you felt Lan Wagnji abs press flush against your back which was considerably bigger than your back. His hands gripped the backs of your hands, pressing them into the bed, making sure you wouldn't move out of his iron grip.

He quickly switched his grip, moving your arms to one of his hands and pinned the two with one hand above your head. "Relax," he cooed in your ear, realizing you were tense. 

You felt a big and heavy tip prod at your entrance, you gasped at the thick length. "Lan Zhan," you whimper out. "P-please."

"That might hurt, so breathe," he added, but instead, you did the opposite as you felt your gummy walls invaded by his thick and warm cock.

And Lan Wangji? Dear God, he was trying so hard not to beat into that tight pussy. Your walls squeezed so hard against his dick that he could explode right there and then. "I said breathe. You're too tight." Lan Wangji moaned and the noise went straight to your cunt.

You exhaled the breath you were holding; the initial pain that was there throughout your body had been replaced by pleasure, which coursed now through the veins.

Lan Wangji's breath tickled at your ear, the hot air causing your body to tremble further against his. His cock lodged so deep in your gummy walls it made you mewl out in pleasure, but Lan Wangji wasn't moving; he was keeping himself snug inside your drenched walls, enjoying the pleasure.

Why, had Lan Wangji not mind-hacked himself, he would have combusted right then and there, inside you.

Hot and steamy kisses trail from your ear down to the dip between neck and shoulder, and before you know it, a breathless sigh is escaping you—lips parted just as Lan Wangji rolls his hips into yours with his shaft length, scraping all the sensitive spots of the hot insides of you to elicit a moan to roll off your tongue.

"L-Lan Zhan!" you moan out and your cry is responded to by a deep groan which causes you to tremble beneath him.

But Lan Wangji's legs kept your own spread apart, so that you couldn't move from his trapping embrace while his movements became faster, his cock slipping in and out of your needy hole. He is groaning and panting into your ear.

He was filling you up to the hilt, his tip prodding every hit against that spot which made you moan loudly with pleasure. Repetitive moans leave your mouth while he pounds and grinds into your heat. You had this instinctive urge to press into his length, but it was too heavy; his weight was a force against which you couldn't move. You were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"H-ha, you're so big," you mewled out as your body trembled beneath him, and he moved one of his hands off mine to let his bicep wrap around your throat—not tightly but to lift your head from the futon and pillows beneath us. He drew you to him more closely and twisted your head, attaching our mouths in a sloppy, wet kiss. He pushed his tongue inside and groaned deeply at the intensity rising.

Lan Wangji drew back, but thrust harder, hitting your perfect spot. "I feel so good, don't I?" He rasped in your ear as your mouth continued to let out desperate moans.

Tears streamed down your heated cheeks in pleasure as you nodded within his movement-restricting hold. "Such a good girl," He mumbled in your ear chased with a deep groan, your insides clenched at his praise and his hips stuttered in their movements.

You spasmed around his length, your end washing over you, legs shaking as the weight of him pressed down even more than it was. He didn't slow his thrusts, making you whimper in overstimulation, but Lan Wangji helped it; his hips continued to rut into me, further aiding me to ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips mashed against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss.

"'M love you so much," you whimper into the kiss.

"I love you, more," Lan Wangji groaned.

You were sure you were done until you felt his hips roll into yours again and you moaned. "I'm going have sex with you all night, not until you pass out."

The first touch of light that night was just streaming into the curtains, warming the room with deep and rich hues as you moved just a bit, sleeping. Everywhere, small moves each one bringing a reminder of how the previous evening felt and, oh so wonderfully good, sore muscles. Lan Wangji lay beside you in the bed, face at peace, and content, hand lying protectively, possessively over his.

He roused from the brief state of transcendence, returned to his spot, and as soon as he opened his eyes, they met yours. "Good morning," he began in a soft voice.

"Morning," you answered, almost inaudibly and with shyness apparent.

He brushed the hair from your face and whispered, "Are you okay?"

You nodded but wincing a little. "Just a slight sore."

The slightest flicker of concern passed in his dark eyes before he straightened up, extending his hand to help you do the same. "You should sit. I'll bring breakfast here."

As he motioned to leave, you reached out your hand to snag his, pulling him back in for a quick kiss. "Thanks, Lan Zhan."

He smiled, the sight of it filling you with warmth. "Anything for you."

For the next few days, you replayed moments of the night before. The soreness was still there, though met with happiness and satisfaction. And Lan Wangji, as always, was so careful that he practically made sure you had nothing to want for as you recuperated. Insistent on doing most things for you himself, of course, so you could relax and recover.

One fine morning, as you sipped your tea by the window that Lan Wangji had made for you, you just could not help but be full of admiration for how your relationship had transformed. Each and every gesture, each and every look of his that spoke of affection, drew your heart.

"How do you feel today?" he would ask as he passed by to sit with you.

"Better," you leaned your head to one side, resting your forehead against his. "Thank you for looking after me. That's quite a bother and an honor."

He kissed your forehead tenderly. "In my duty and it's always an honor to look after you."

The days which followed were full of soft moments and shared laughter. Lan Wangji was unconditionally supportive and affectionate toward you, which made your recovery much easier. He would find solace in walking the gardens, for he found peace with Lan Wangji. They could stay hours reading in each other's quiet company, basking in the tranquil atmosphere of the Cloud Recesses.

One afternoon, even when you'd just been doing light stretches to work out the lingering soreness, he'd come up to you with a slight smile.

"I have something for you."

You would look up inquisitively. "What is it?"

He holds out a small, intricately carved wooden box. Opening it, you find herbs and salves, all carefully prepared by him to aid in your recovery. "I thought this could help with the soreness.".

Tears of thankfulness welled up in your eyes at this.

"Thank you, Lan Zhan. You're always thinking of me."

He enveloped you in his arms, gently.

"Because you are my everything. Got to make sure you're in good condition when we fuck; can't have you passing out on me now."

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Hello🤗 I love your writings❤️ can I request a fluffy smut about Lan Wangji x female reader where they had a fight over Lan Xichen(as Lan Wangji was jealous & possessive of her). After the fight, angrily, reader went the forest without informing anyone and Lan Wangji gets deeply concerned for her. He searches for her everywhere and in the forest, reader gets into some trouble but Lan Zhan saves her in time. In anger, reader said some hurtful words something like, "why are you here? I'm nothing to you, you shouldn't save me etc" and he becomes so angry on the fact that she doesn't understand his feelings for her and how much he loves her and protective of her, so he takes her to a nearby cave and makes love to her and also confess his feelings for her. This makes reader so happy and they continue their love making session throughout the night forgetting that everyone is waiting for them back in Cloud Recesses. In the morning, when they come back from the forest, everyone teases them but their reactions are quite different. Reader gets shy and embarrassed while Lan Wangji is happy and relaxed. Also, the reader is tiny heightwise(only 160cms) so their height difference is remarkable and kinda cute. Lan Wangji's body covers the reader's body entirely whenever he gets on top on her😍 Thank you in advance❤️

A/n: Thank you anon for the request, I enjoyed writing it! Its 🔞 so MDI ⚠️⚠️🔞‼️

Lan Wangji x Reader: Mine

Summary: Lan Wangji is a jealous and possessive man, wbk. But he has no way to express that. (This occurs in a different au and they are all adults, around 17).

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"Thank you for your assistance in the class Ln Guniya, everyone speaks so highly of your musical skills, but I got to see it for myself and I can say it's really inspiring. You don't miss a note and play all the sharp one exactly the way they are supposed to be." Zewu Jun and you were walking through the corridors of Cloud Recess, after you helped him take a musical lesson for the instrument using cultivation students. He was now walking you to your quarter. "Zewu Jun is just very kind," you said, smiling. 

What you didn't notice was Lan Wangji walking by another parallel corridor, who was headed towards you two and heard two juniors discussing "Zewu Jun and Ln Guniya look so good together" one said. "Look at the way they smile at each other, what a cute pair". Wangji gritted his teeth as his palm tightened around Bichen. 

"Zewu Jun, Shifu is calling you urgently," Wangji said. "Well, I was walking Ln Guniya back to her chambers-" Zewu Jun tried to speak, but was interrupted by Wangji "I'll do it" he said. A look at Wangji made you blush, you couldn't help but ogle as he spoke, his perfectly well carved face, his broad shoulders, his hair tied perfectly with his forehead ribbon. You were so lost you didn't notice when they were done talking and only realised when he had already walked away.

"Let's go" Wangji said calmly and walked away, in long strides, it was only when he noticed your struggle to keep up that he slowed down. "Wangji Xiong, did you get you read that book I gave you the last time I came?" You asked as you matched pace. "Mn" he said, "I heard you enjoy reading poems, so I got that one for you" you said smiling to be able to spend time with him. But, he didn't reply, you found it strange and stopped. Generally, Lan Zhan tries his best to always converse with you by saying a word or two here and there, especially when you two speak about books. Suddenly a thought hits you. "Wangji Xiong?" You called and followed behind him again but he didn't stop, "Oi, Wangji"you called again and he didn't stop. "Lan Zhan!" You finally called him and he stopped. You mentally thanked the heavens that there was nobody around. He looked straight at you and you asked "Are you angry with me?". "Mn" he said, turning to restart walking, now it's your turn to get angry so you do the best thought that comes to your mind, you use your brother's binding talisman and catch his left wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "Lan Wangji, you can't just say Mn and walk away. That's not how things work, why are you even angry? I arrived yesterday and was in a class with Zewu Jun the whole morning" you said. "Reason" he simply said, "What? Because I was with Zenu Jun?" You repeated and he looked away and said "Mn" he responded. "You're really testing my patience here. Wangji, why would you be angry because I was with Zewu Jun, he is your brother" he said. "Can't stay close to Zewu Jun" he said, and it seriously frustrated you. Why would he say that? He has never reacted to your romantical advances. He always retracted his hand if you placed yours even a little close to his, he has never invited you to meals or even tea, he never even sits beside you during meals, he has made it clear that he isn't romantically interested in you so why? It's not like you were hitting on Zewu Jun. "You really frustrate me Lan Wangji" you said and walked away. 

"How can he be so insensitive like this?'' You spoke to yourself as you paraded inside the room. "Uh" you said, finally being done and feeling suffocated and left your room, walking start towards the forest shortcut you found the last time you came that led to a lake just outside the periphery of Cloud Recess, it wasn't that far, but you could easily return before curfew. You made the walk for it, you reached the lake and took off your shoes and dipped your feet in the water, you lied back down to watch the pretty sky. The cold water was relaxing after the whole day.

What you underestimated was your fatigue and before you realised you dozed off to sleep and how quick warm afternoons in Gusu can change to cold evenings. 

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Inside Cloud Recess

"Zewu Jun! Zewu Jun! Ln Guniya is not in her room, when I went to call her for dinner, her pipa was left in her room. We searched around the premises, she wasn't here".. as soon as Zewu Jun and Wangji heard, they stood up. "Never late" Wangji informed Zewu Jun "something must have happened" Zewu Jun said and summoned some disciples to immediately go look for you.

"Brother, I'll go" Wangji said and went off, he quickly asked your attendant to bring your Pipa. He got out a tracking talisman and used it in the Pipa. 

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When you opened your eyes, you sat straight up, you legs were numb from the water that was now freezing cold. "Gods!" You exclaimed, as you had to physically pull your legs out. You tried to get up but could not, your legs needed time. Suddenly you heard some weird sounds from a close by bush. When you looked you noticed motion, that looked like 3 walking corpses. You were done for, you can't run because you have hills on two sides and the now closed protective walls of Cloud Recess and the only exit was were they are arriving from. You looked around and realised you didn't even bring you pipa when you left your chamber. 

Is this how you'll die? You won't even be able to see Wangji one last time before you pass! Would it hurt? Will you vecome one of them? You hoped Wangji killed you before you hurt someone else or-

Your chain of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp sound. A sound you've heard so many times when you joined Wangji and your brother on Night Hunts. A wisp of white came flying and stood between you and the walking corpses. One more strike of the guqin and they were down dead (well, more dead than they previously were)

"Are you okay?" Wangji looked at you on the ground and pulled you up. You felt glad to see him for a moment, only to remember what he'd down back then. You removed your hand from his and went off on him. "Why are you here? It's not like you care about me? Why are you here?! And why did you sav-" you were yet again interrupted by more sounds of grunts and you both look to see the 3 corpses up again and 3 more arriving. "No time, poisonous corpse" Wangji said and in one fast move he literally swept you off your feet and picked you up bridal style and ran. You tried to resist but none of that effected Wangji. He entered a cave with you in his arms and placed you down on the cave ground. He then put a few protective talisman, to guard the gate. 

"I refuse to stay here a minute with you" you said and stood up. In a blink of your eye Wangji was infront you and he pushed you aginst the cold wall of the cave towering infront of your short shape, you craned your neck to look at him. 

"Zha- Lah-Lan Zhan! What are you doing?" You asked. 

Wangji looked at you and you felt like you'd melt right then and there. "Show Y/n my love" he said and crashed his lips onto yours. This was a foreign feeling to you. The way he devoured your lips and you reciprocated felt like sparks. You felt a fire in the pits of your stomach or below. He asked you "trust me?" Looking deep into your eyes, and all you could do was shake your head. He slowly slid your outer robe and you did the same for him. Slowly all the layers came off, you found yourself tracing his chest with your hands, it was more toned that you imagined.

As the layers were now off, he slowly sat down on the cave floor and pulled you on his lap. You loved how your small body fit with his. "So pretty" he said as he kissed your neck and sucked on the skin, making you moan. "Mine" he said before he went further south but holding you up by your ass. "Lan Zhan~" you moaned as his mouth took your hard nipple into his mouth. If there was heaven on earth, it was here right now for you. He slowly laid you down and climbed on top of you, covering your whole body with his. He looked at you for permission, which you granted and his hands reached your wet core. His touch felt like fire, he slowly reached down and drew circles around you clit, making you moan his name harder. 

He slowly inserted one of his slender fingers inside you and started pumping making your mind dizzy. Then he added one more finger and by then you were panting, a knot was forming inside your belly that tightened and tightened and as soon as he added the third finger and pumped a few times. The knot came undone, your toes curled and you bit his shoulder, making him moan. "Ready?" He asked and you nodded, "i need more" you said panting, "make me yours" you told him. And he lowered and inserted himself inside you slowly pushing little by little. You felt his hard member throbbing inside you. You felt whole, invincible and on cloud nine. Lan Zhan grunted as he thrust inside you slowly to let you adjust. He kept picking pace, "yes Lan Zhan, yes" you said encouraging him and he increased his speed, hitting in the right spot that made you eyes roll back. 

You moaned his name louder, "I'm close" you whimpered. "Together" Lan Zhan said looking into your eyes, you pulled him closer and kissed him. "Now" he said and you let go the two of you moaned and grunted as Lan Zhan rode you through your high. 

The two of you lied beside each other and suddenly you said "didn't we do a taboo?! Lan Zhan did you break rules?!" You whisper yelled. "Not in Cloud Recess" he said asuring you. "Still be did a taboo" you said, but he just wrapped his arms around you and said "mine". "Why were you behaving that way then?" You finally asked the question that has been lirking on your mind. "Y/n was with Zewu Jun, Juniors said you both looked good" he said pouting. You wanted to squish his cheeks "Was Lan Zhan jealous?" You asked, only to get a "Mn" in response that melted your heart. "I'm yours, I can't be or even think about anyone else" you said.

Wangji suddenly turned and started kissing you hugrily, but you pushed him away and strandled him and started kissing him. He pulled you on his lap and this time made you ride him until the two of you came and lied down with you on top of him, in his arms and the two of you fell asleep. Tiredness took over you as you both found comfort in each other. 

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Inside Cloud Recess

"First Ln Guniya was missing now even Wangji is mossing with her" Zewu Jun said pacing around, he hoped Wangji atleast found you before any harm could happen to either of you. That was when they saw Wangji riding in on Bichen with Y/n on his back. You attendants rushed to you as soon as they sae you. You explained how you went for a walk and then fell asleep and how later Wangji saved you. Wangji told them how you two had to spend the night in a cave as the Corpse were poisonous. 

"I'm happy you both are safe, please refrain from going on walks around the gate closing time. Even for two people who are supposed to be bethrowed, they shouldn't spend nights together before wedlock" Zewu Jun said.

"Bethrowed?" You repeated. "Yes, you and Wangji are to be bethrowed soon, I proposed the offer and your brother said you accept" he said and you just nodded and said "sorry I'm just tired" and thus Zewu Jun asked you to go rest. You turned to your attendants and said "He was serious about that question. I thought when Wuxian asked about the marriage, he was joking! I'll kill that-" you were interrupted yet again by the love of your life, who came to back hug you one last time before you both part. Before releasing you he mumbled one word into you ears, "MINE". 

[shinyasahalo]

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[drama--universe]

Needed help

Requested by anonymous: Hi how are you?! I admire your work and thank you for caring about your fans! Can I leave a request for JGY here? The reader (female, but can also be GN, I'll leave it up to you and your mood) suffers from Hematemesis (which is vomiting blood). Once, she and her leader go over to visit Lanling Jin for a meeting. Everything is going well, but the reader suddenly apologizes that she has to go outside. She then vomits blood outside and passes out due to bad breathing. The reader's leader is worried about where the reader has been for so long. JGS prompts JGY to look after the reader. After a while, he manages to find the reader and thinks that she was murdered when there was blood everywhere, but when he doesn't find any wound, he realizes what happened. So he decides to take care of the reader, as it starts to rain…

Pairing: Jin Guangyao x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.3k words

Jin Guangshan was an enigma, that much was certain. The meeting was boring enough as it was, but him trying to entertain others made it ten times worse. The drinks in front of you were untouched, much like the ones in front of Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan, and Guangshan had brought up toasting every few seconds. Yet you never raised your glass, your clan was against drinking alcohol no matter what and you were going to follow those rules no matter what.

It was halfway through the meeting that you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. It almost felt like your stomach was getting bloated, pushing against your ribs while your heart started to race ten times as fast. The feeling remained there for an hour, then it started creeping upwards to your throat. You coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve. The red dots on the fabric made you instantly straighten up before turning your head.

"Zhongzhu, excuse me." You spoke to your sect leader before getting up after a short nod of acknowledgement, making your way out of the hall while still covering your mouth. Once out of reach, the coughing got worse as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You crouched down, holding your stomach with one hand while your other hand was still in front of your face as you tried to stop the stream of blood that was pouring from your mouth. Your robes were fully covered in blood at this point and your head was pounding immensely to the point that you felt like dying. Then again, guessing by the amount of blood pouring from your body, you might actually die today.

With another loud cough, you continued your way to hopefully reach your room and get your medication to press down your symptoms. You'd take time to heal later on, after the meeting of course. One problem, you never reached your room.

Not even close.

Guangyao made his way out of the room with a bow and a slight annoyance. The meeting was not finished, yet he was practically forced to leave. Now, he had nothing against you at all, but he was not keen on leaving the meeting while it still continued. He, like your clan leader, had noticed your long absence after your leave and he couldn't help but wonder why you were gone in the first place.

Thus he made his way through the halls, not really knowing where he was going. You could be anywhere and the Lanling building wasn't exactly small, so where on earth could you be. He just assumed that you were near your rooms, so he headed out there and hoped to find you somewhere in that area.

Well, after half an hour he did and it was quite a shock. You were laid on the ground, on your side, and blood surrounding you. If he didn't know any better, it would be a murder scene. Luckily, it wasn't one as he did not find any wounds to indicate so and poison would not work this quickly without any sign of suffocation or marks of poison. He crouched down, making sure that his robes didn't land in the blood as he checked your vitals.

Weak, but there nonetheless.

With a slight grimace, he lifted you up in his arms and sighed at the blood that now stained his sleeves. He opted to go to your room, he'd call a doctor in a second since he was not fit enough to carry you to the other side of the building. So with you on your bed, he started to search for any kind of wounds once more. Founding nothing once again, he wanted to call for a doctor but was stopped when he heard a cough. Your eyes were slowly opening before closing again as your hand raised to your throat, coughing softly again before going into a coughing fit. Guangyao as quickly by your side, helping you sit up before freezing as he noticed blood pouring from your mouth again.

"Did you get poisoned or something?" "No, no, no..." You coughed again before turning your head and grabbing a bottle from your bedside table, downing two pills that were in there.

"It's a condition I have, unfortunately." You confessed as you tried to sit up properly to start treating yourself just slightly. "My body keeps breaking, which causes these stupid bleedings... They don't happen frequently, but it still happens." You continue before letting your eyes close once again, focusing on your internal wounds while letting your energy circulate through your body. Once you spot where your wound was, you stopped and turned to Guangyao.

"Could you call the doctor? I really can't heal this one myself, too low on spiritual energy." You said with a soft chuckle before suddenly bowing your head, introducing yourself to him with a smile.

"I'll get you a do-" Guangyao was interrupted by a loud thunder, followed by loud rain crashing down. You turned your head, flinching at the next thunder strike that hit one of the many trees and setting it aflame just seconds later.

"I don't think it's wise to leave now..." "I have to agree." Guangyao said before turning to you again as you coughed a few times again. He stood up, sitting behind you before softly putting his hands on your shoulders. Now, once again, Guangyao wasn't the best fighter nor did he have a lot of energy stored in his body, but anything that could help you was worth it at this point. So when he released his energy from his hands and into your body, which made you sigh softly before you started circulating his along with your own energy. The discomfort in your body started to lessen with every minute, the internal wound was slowly healing and then the pain just stopped. With a heavy sigh, you leaned forward on your knees before sniffing as you looked back at Guangyao.

"Thanks... I feel a lot better now." You gave him a tired smile before turning around, leaning against the wall and staring at the other for a few seconds. It was then that you fully recognized him, he usually was the smartest in the room when meetings were happening. Unfortunately, you also knew that he was often underestimated due to his technical status as a bastard and thus hardly taken serious. You were glad that his father stood up for most of the good ideas that came from Guangyao, which in turn then got more accepted.

"Sorry that you're missing the meeting... I'm sure you prefer being there than here." You spoke, but he just returned it with a soft smile and shook his head.

"I can ask Xichen-gongzi about the rest of the meeting later, so do not worry. Right now you are a priority." He spoke gently and you couldn't help but blush at his statement, even when you knew that he meant nothing by it.

The room remained quiet as neither of you spoke, only the soft patter of rain outside to remind you that time hadn't frozen. Your eyes never faltered, remaining on Guangyao with slight fascination as you wondered what he was thinking of. Before you could, however, he stood up and walked to the doorway. The rain was almost finished, so he could leave without any problem.

"I'll send a doctor your way." Guangyao bows his head at you with a soft smile and you returned it with a smile of your own before watching him leave.

You hoped that the two of you would meet again someday.

[vyloy]

We finally found you || Lan Wangji x Male reader x Wei Wuxian

Female aligned dni, you will be blocked

SFW! MINORS CAN INTERACT WITH THIS FIC!

Tw: character death.

Male reader, sex not specified

"Lan Zhan!", a voiced echoed through the whole room, you just sighed in frustration, you had been trying to get away from Wei Ying for a week now, you thought attending the lessons he didn't would help get you some peace but unfortunately, he had came here to ask Lan Zhan about your whereabouts, "Wei Wuxian, stop disturbing our lesson!", Lan Qiren yelled, annoyed at the voice of a troublesome student.

Wei Ying was now all over Lan Zhan's face, asking him where you were, "Lan Zhan~ have you seen (name)~?", he whined like a child, Lan Zhan just gave him a slight glare before continuing his studies as if the other had vanished into thin air.

You sighed, looking at the two while you sat across the room from them, hoping the bastard wouldn't find you, fortunately for you, he was kicked out after being scolded by Lan Qiren, you sighed in relief and continued your studies.

You sat silently reading the caligraphy in peace while rabbits gathered around you, some sleeping, some staring, some trying to get on your lap, the sound of the waterfall made everything ever so peaceful until- "(Name)! I found you!", the inevitable voice of Wei Ying disrupts the peace and quiet you once had. Sighing, you close the scroll and turn around to see him just right behind you, face to face, too close for comfort, you turn back around, flustered, "what you want, Wei Wuxian", as you said that, he pouted "We're already so close and yet you're still calling me by my courtesy name!", he whined like a child once again, "It's for formalities. ", was all you answered before picking up the rabbits from your lap and setting them down, walking away from the area, "jeez why are you so cold~ you're almost as cold as Lan Zhan", he continued to follow you, you just walked faster and closed your eyes, but then suddenly bumped into someone, "my apologies, i wasn't watching where i was going..", you slightly looked up to see Lan Wangji, he looked at you and then at Wei Wuxian who was following closely, "Hey Lan Zhan! I didn't know you take walks here!", he says enthusiastically while waving.

Lan Zhan just looks at you, grabbing your arm and taking you with him, "date", was all he said, flustering you even more, blush was spread on your cheeks.

"No fair! You said i would have the first date", Wei Wuxian goes infront of Lan Wangji and blocks his way, "go", Lan Wangji said, slightly irritated, trying to walk past Wei Wuxian, "ah...", was all you could muster, this was a weird situation.. before your mind could process everything, you were suddenly carried by Lan Wangji, bridal style and being lifted up in the air, you instinctively grabbed onto his neck, and buried your head in his chest, you had never really flew before, this was a new experience for you, Wei Wuxian had followed you both, " Lan Zhan!!! This is so not fair you know!", he yells a bit, the air was cold, it was peaceful, despite the whines of a certain male in the background.

That was the most recent memory you had of them, now you were just a wandering cultivator, your remaining family members and clan members had been slained by the Wen clan, you weren't there to witness it, people can say that was a bad or good thing.

Although, you were there for Wei Wuxian's demise, all you could do was watch it happen, trying to save his shijie with your limited medical knowledge, you felt guilty, you couldn't help him nor his shijie, after the whole thing happened, you fled , living a normal life with a ridiculous amount of gold and silver on you.

It was during this time that you met with some folks who were still young and independent, they wanted to be cultivators, your title was starting to die down so they didn't know who you were, you had saved the small village from destruction, making the young men beg to go with you on your journey, you ignored them and went on your way but they were insistent, they kept following you despite you telling them to stay in the village, with no choice, you let them follow you.

It had now been 13 years after the incident, you taught the young men, Feng Liu, Cheng Wei and Hua Guo, how to cultivate, they were capable of cultivation, but they were noticeably weaker than some cultivators. You and your team were walking along the mountains when you noticed the leader of the Yunmeng Jiang clan along with Lan Zhan and Mo Xuanyu were, from what you can tell, fighting, you and your team stayed hidden until Jiang cheng was about to strike Mo Xuanyu with Zidian, your insticts kicked in and you got between them, grabbed Mo Xuanyu and rolled over on the ground, nearly getting struck, Mo Xuanyu was on top of you, "are you okay?", you asked, he stared at you for a but before Jiang Cheng broke the silence, " (name)? What are you doing here, saving a maniac of all things, we haven't seen you in 13 years." , he said coldly, you got up from your awkward position and patted down your clothes, you didn't bother answering and just walked away, before you could leave the scene, your arm was gripped tightly by...Lan Wangji, you turned your head to look at him, "do you need anything?", you looked at him impatiently ,he hadn't changed one bit, still remaining silent, though you noticed his tense figure noticeably softened when he saw your face, "haiyaa Jiang Cheng, you're going to scare him off", Mo Xuanyu says to Jiang Cheng, his gestures and speech were strangely similar to Wei Wuxian but you brushed it off as you missed him, "what brings ya here, (courtesy name)~", Mo Xuanyu gets up to your face, smiling like an idiot, " i was passing by.", you said, not minding his face close to you.

"If you don't mind, i'll be on my way." You try to escape from this situation, forgetting the grip on your arm, now tightening, "ow! Stop gripping so hard...", it really did hurt, you forgot how strong Lan Wangji was.

He lets go of you arm, letting you run towards the forest and towards your "friends".

"(Name) what was that about?", one of the asks, curious on how they seemed knew you,

"Just some old friends."

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my first sfw work posted, there will be a part 2

Taglist:

@secretivemessenger

[sizhuyu]

Hewo! Are request open? Can I ask for a fluff one with a female reader x Lan Zhan: who is very kind and optimistic most of the time. Very hard working and Wen Chao comes one day and says something very hurtful to her and she ends up crying for the first time in front of Lan Zhan. Maybe causing him to enter protective mode? (I just love how caring Lan Zhan is 🥺)

Thank you so much!

Man, I haven't done any for these for awhile... Well, I'll be posting very much less and probably more about other things. ( I regret everything i've drawn or written on this blog ) anyways, here is your request dear anon :

How Dare You

"Lan Zhan!" You wave your hand at him and he nods his head, his face remains the same but his golden eyes seem to express more than what his face shows. You flash him a bright smile and Wen Chao sees this. He rolls his eyes and turn to a servant girl from the Nie clan and wanders off to "greet" her.

You walk excitedly to Lan Zhan and give a bow. "Nice weather today isn't it? Lan Qiren and your brother instructed me to tell you to come to the library and help us with the new scrolls." His gentle eyes look left and right then he nods his head and gives a small smile, barely noticeable, but you can tell. You both walk to the Library Pavilion while having a nice chat. You notice Wen Chao from a distance with one of your friends from the Nie clan. "..Lan Zhan, uhmm.. I'll be back go to the Library without me tell Xichen-ge and your Shufu i'll be a bit late." We all know Wen Chao is very infamous, probably black listed from dating like Jiang Cheng. He reaches out his hand but you run towards your friend, you know you are breaking a rule but you hear her screams the more you run towards them. Lan Zhan goes to the Library and decides to help out first and he'll go to you later.

"Wen Chao!" You shout, another rule broken but you could care less when you saw your friend crying and her clothes ripped.

"Hah? Who are- OH! You're that girl, Y/N right? Haha who knew you'd be such a beauty..."

"Let go of her."

"Only if you'll come with me in her stead hehe.."

"I said.."

You grab his wrist and drop the outer layer of your clothes and give it to your friend.

"Let. Go."

He winces in pain and releases your friend's wrist from his grasp, you tell your friend to run and call Lan Wangji and where he is. She fixes your cloak on her and runs off to the Library.

"You think you're stronger than me because you train with that young Lan?! I thought you were so positive and cant hurt a fly. Guess the runors were wrong about you."

"I dislike people like you. I wouldn't treat you the same as others knowing your personality."

"Hah! What makes me so special? Do you like me?"

"In your dreams."

You throw him to the ground and step on him, eyes full of anger. He coughs out blood while you stomp on him more.

"Disgusting bastard."

Few moments later he passed out, you began to walk to the dorms and clean yourself but when you got out..

"Be careful, she isn't who we think she is.."

"I heard she bullies other people for her own amusement.."

"Disgusting whore."

More profanities blabbered out and the more personal they were the more they hurt. You just wanted to cry out that isn't what they think, that isn't the full story, that it's unfair for everyone to come up with stories and false rumors.. But alas, what can you do? You don't even have a quarter of the people on your side.

"Unjust words."

People turn towards the voice and it was Lan Wangji, your friend.

"Can you prove those true?"

Everyone stays silent for awhile and he turns to you, silently crying. His eyes widen and he glares at everyone.

"L-let's go!.."

They all ran away while you burst out in tears, why were people always assuming? Why were people who knew you would never do such believe those rumors? Why doesn't anybody believe you? Is it because you are a girl or your social standing? Why can't they sit and think, you aren't like that. Why? Why..

"Y/N."

Lan Wangji puts a hand on your back and you look up at him.

"Ah, I'm fine. I'm fine no worries! Uhm.. How is the library?"

He frowns and sighs.

"It is all taken care of."

"Great! I have to check on my friend-"

"She's fine."

"Ah that's great then! I feel quite bad I didn't to help you..."

"It's alright, you aren't fine."

He wipes a tear from your face.

"Don't believe them."

"Haha I won't."

"Mn, good."

He extends his hand to you.

"Let's go."

"Yep!"

[tt205]

Hi! Can you write a Wang Yibo imagine with a female that starts with angst and but has a fluffy? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

There you go ! A made one small drable for you , nothin special but still I hope you will enjoy reading it !

Description: Lan Wangji x Reader (btw it's gender neutral & the reader is shorter that LWJ lol) historical au!

Genre: angst, fluff (kinda?!)

Warnings: I literally wrote this at 4am so forgive my grammar mistakes and any potential bad spelling, English is not my first language 😫

- I really REALLY enjoyed writing ○ω○ ::::::

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"Lan Zhan !" You shouted running behind him as he was making his way out of the shared room for one more time in the rows that had been going on for months if not years . "Lan Wangji!" You screamed , this time trying your best to put some sense in him , those past tortureful days whipping your soul one after another , exhausting feeling of longing for someone lost . The sleepless nights dreaming back to how the things used to be , when everyone was happy and Wei Wuxian was still here with you both , your dearest best friend, your fighter buddy . You were not  prepared for the mourning period ahead of you , everyone telling you it's gonna be okay but you both were living at breaking point . Wangji seemed to get worse day by day , the thoughts sickening his mind as he searched every rock and pible of the cliff at the Nightless City , for a countless of times . Many times you thought that this is what will end you , what will eat you both alive . You were not actually alive . You were living dead . You've reached the end . The happiness of those around you making your misery worse upon you as you saw the smiling faces , you heard their laughter.  This is the end you've persuaded yourself after waking up again and again , night after night from the same dream , the same nightmare of Wei Ying falling down the misty mountain side . "Please don't leave me " you whispered, marching your way and wrapping your hands around his slender figure , the tall man freezing in his place as you pulled him closer placing your cheek on his back . This time you let yourself reveal your emotions, setting tears of the darkness that was hiding in you . This time he let himself too . This time he turned around hugging your smaller frame in his embrace as you both sobbed over the loss of your friend. " I won't leave y/n , I never will " he spoke as he cradled you between his strong arms making sure to place a peck on top of your head .

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed ! Like and follow for more content!! •ω•

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[guess-whos-now-a-mood]

New Masterlist

Started: 5/14/2021

Updated: 5/14/2021

Total Works: 32

Genshin Impact

Moodboards:

Modern/Supernatural Au -Diluc -Zhongli -Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax -Kaeya -OC Fics:

None ATM

Ect.

None

BTS Moodboards: Bts Hybrid x ??? Reader Series -Jin -Yoongi -Hoseok -Namjoon -Jimin -Taehyung -Jungkook - ??? Reader

Jungkook Holland Lop Hybrid (Bunny)

Jimin Clouded Leopard Hybrid (Cat)

Bts Hybrid x Female Reader Series -Jin -Yoongi -Hoseok -Namjoon -Jimin -Taehyung -Jungkook -Female OC

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Unspoken Bonds Part 5 *NSFW

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Lan Wangji's longing for y/n burned like a fervent flame, a molten intensity that seemed to transcend the very boundaries of their beings. The air around them was charged with a palpable electricity, an unspoken promise of the passions about to unfold.

As their lips met in a passionate collision, it was as if time itself held its breath, allowing their souls to entwine in a dance of heated fervor. Y/n's response was nothing short of exquisite; her heart's rhythm synchronized with his, an unspoken symphony of desire echoing in the chambers of their chests.

Their connection deepened as she found herself instinctively drawn to his lap, a throne of desire where she perched with a grace that mirrored her essence. The subtle friction of their bodies meeting sent shivers down their spines, a delicious reminder of the decadent journey they were embarking upon.

Yet, with every stolen kiss, the hunger within Lan Wangji's gaze grew, an insatiable appetite that mirrored his fervent heart. Each press of their lips was a confession, a silent proclamation of a love so intense that it defied conventional boundaries. The taste of her, the sensation of her breath mingling with his, fueled a wildfire within him that threatened to consume every fiber of his being.

It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of desire, his once-controlled restraint giving way to an intoxicating greed. The layers of y/n's hanfu became the embodiment of his yearning, a metaphorical barrier that begged to be stripped away. With a mixture of urgency and reverence, his fingers sought the hidden clasps and ties, unveiling her form layer by layer.

The unveiling was a ritualistic unveiling of not just clothing, but of inhibitions, of doubts, of fears. Each piece that fell away was a testament to their shared vulnerability, a surrender to the emotions that had been building between them. The silk and satin cascaded to the floor, leaving her bared to his adoring gaze, a masterpiece of curves and contours that he had longed to explore.

As the last layer of fabric surrendered its hold, their connection became an unbreakable thread, woven from the strands of their souls. Their gaze locked, and in that shared moment, there was no room for shame or hesitation. Only the raw, unadulterated truth of their desires, a truth that beckoned them closer, binding them in a dance of fervent love and insatiable lust.

With a hunger that resonated deep within his core, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her delicate skin, igniting a trail of fire that coursed through her veins. His touch was a symphony of sensations, each note played upon the canvas of her being. Tenderly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto her bosom, a shrine of her femininity that beckoned to be worshiped.

He planted kisses like delicate blossoms upon her breasts, his lips bestowing a devotion that knew no bounds. His mouth explored every contour, every rise and fall, as if seeking to etch her essence into his very memory. Her breath quickened, a melody of desire escaping her lips, a sweet chorus of pleasure and longing.

"Wangji," her voice trembled, a melodic plea that hung in the air, woven with vulnerability and anticipation. "It's not fair," she whispered, her voice a soft caress, "I stand bare before you while you remain adorned in yours."

A commanding gentleness lingered in his gaze, his eyes ablaze with a possessive ardor that bespoke his longing. "No," he asserted, his voice a resonant echo of dominance, "You are mine."

As if guided by an irresistible force, his ardency deepened, his fervor leaving behind an indelible mark. His lips, now on a passionate quest, journeyed southward, bestowing fervent kisses that ignited flames of pleasure. With a deliberate hunger, he tasted her skin, teeth grazing against the peaks of her desires, leaving imprints of his ardor in their wake.

A symphony of sensations enveloped her as he ventured further, his lips descending like raindrops on parched earth. Her neck, that slender bridge between body and soul, became a canvas for his fervent artistry. His tongue danced upon her skin, tracing intricate patterns that spiraled into a crescendo of ecstasy, each movement a testament to his unquenchable yearning.

"Say it," his voice was a whisper, an enchanting spell woven into the fabric of their shared passion.

A quiver of pleasure escaped her lips, a harmonious response to the crescendo of sensations that his touch elicited. "I'm yours," she moaned, the words a surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her, an admission of her heart's deepest longing.

Embraced within the cocoon of their desire, he cradled her in his arms, their connection transcending the boundaries of the physical. The bed received their fervent devotion. With a deliberate tenderness, he bound her wrists together.

Blindfolded with the ribbon that adorned his forehead, she surrendered herself to him, her vulnerability a testament to the trust that flowed between them. Stripped of physical coverings, she stood bared not only in body but also in the profound vulnerability of her heart, a canvas upon which he painted his love. Wangji," she murmured, a soft pout gracing her lips as her doe-like eyes were veiled beneath the silk embrace of a forehead ribbon. A ribbon that concealed her vision yet unveiled the deepest recesses of her yearning heart.

A flicker of something in his gaze, a smoldering ember of want, stirred as he corrected her, voice low and commanding, "Address me as Hanguang-jun." The words dripped from his lips with a potency that resonated through the room, a command as much as a declaration of his dominance. His hand moved with purpose, tightening the ribbon gently but firmly, ensuring that her sight remained shrouded, her sense of sight relinquished to the whims of the unknown.

Yet, his gaze lingered upon her form, tracing the contours of her body with a fervor that bespoke of an unquenchable thirst. The layers of his hanfu, once a symbol of restraint, now transformed into tools of seduction, fell away like the petals of a forbidden flower. Each fold revealed a glimpse of his taut, sculpted physique, each bared inch a declaration of his intent to unravel not just her clothing but her very inhibitions.

Their hunger for each other was palpable, an electric current that surged through the air, leaving no space for inhibition. As he gazed into her eyes, a primal fire ignited, consuming every rational thought and kindling the flames of their most forbidden fantasies as she licked his cock.

The tug of her hair sent a shiver down her spine, a prelude to the intense sensation that was to follow. Her breath hitched as a mixture of anticipation and excitement swirled within her, a storm of emotions that mirrored the tempestuous passion building between them.

As the crescendo of their fervent embrace approached its zenith, he surrendered to the intoxicating tide that surged within him. A guttural moan escaped his lips, a testament to the building storm of ecstasy that could no longer be contained. With a primal urgency, he released the essence of his desire, a molten offering that spilled forth and cascaded into her waiting mouth.

Her lips enclosed him in a fervent embrace, a willing vessel for his ardor. The taste of him was a heady cocktail of passion and submission, a sensation that seared itself into her senses and left her craving more. The flicker of hesitation was swiftly consumed by the flames of her own burgeoning appetite, and she drank him in with an eagerness that mirrored his own unrestrained yearning.

His gaze, heavy-lidded with a hunger that could not be denied, locked onto her. It was a gaze that stripped away all pretense, baring the raw intensity of his desire for her. As her struggle to accommodate the intensity of his offering became evident, a surge of possessive pleasure coursed through him, igniting the smoldering embers of dominance that lay just beneath the surface.

She quivered, a mix of sensations coursing through her as she battled to fully embrace the potent intimacy of their connection. "Too much!" she managed to gasp, the words a mixture of surrender and defiance. The vulnerability in her voice only served to stoke the fires of his lust, reaffirming his grasp on the reins of their shared passion.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. "You can keep going," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that held a command she couldn't resist. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she felt his firm hand against her head, a directive that propelled her to take him deeper once more.

With a controlled release, Lan Wangji relinquished his grip on her head, a silent signal of the transition from one layer of their connection to another. As his fingers tenderly guided her hands to encircle his neck, they embarked on a journey of shared intensity that would etch its memory into their very souls.

Her touch, tentative yet determined, conveyed a yearning that mirrored his own. With a surge of fervor, he surged forward, allowing the entirety of his arousal to claim her with a force that bordered on the primal. The initial sensation of his entry was an electric shock that rippled through her, setting her nerves ablaze and erasing the line between pleasure and aching need.

The rhythm they established of desire, a primal cadence that echoed the tempo of their racing hearts. His thrusts were a potent blend of dominance and intimacy, each movement a declaration of his ownership of the moment, of her very being. The sensation of him pushing in and out, a carnal ebb and flow, was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of the depths to which they were willing to descend in their pursuit of the ultimate ecstasy.

With every powerful thrust, her body responded in kind, a dance of submission and voracious craving that left her senses reeling. Her eyes fluttered and then rolled back, a visual testament to the waves of sensation that coursed through her, leaving her breathless and teetering on the precipice of something sublime. Beads of sweat traced erratic paths down her forehead, glistening like precious jewels in the ambient light, a testament to the fervor that consumed them both.

A moan, deep and fervent, spilled from her lips, the syllables a mixture of plea and surrender. "Please," she gasped, her voice laden with a desperate need that held an unspoken promise of release. The sheer vulnerability of her plea was met with a sly chuckle, his voice a dark velvet that cut through the air like a dagger of desire. "Use your words," he goaded.

The plea for release hung in the air like an unspoken promise, a crescendo of need that defied the constraints of language. And in response to her fervent appeal, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her tear-stained cheeks. The taste of her salty tears was mingled with the taste of their shared desire, a heady cocktail that threatened to unravel them both. "Together," he murmured, his words a whispered command that ignited a surge of anticipation within her.

As their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, the culmination of their fervor loomed on the horizon, a climax that held the promise of release and fulfillment.

"No more," y/n whimpered, her plea laced with desire and urgency, her body quivering from the lingering waves of climax that had just washed over her.

As his eyes met hers, smoldering with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, he leaned in with deliberate intent. His body pressed against hers, his hardness finding its way back to her warmth. The moment their flesh met, an electric jolt of anticipation coursed through her, igniting embers that had never truly extinguished. She was a willing captive in his embrace, yearning for more of the exquisite agony and pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon her.

With a commanding yet achingly tender hold, Lan Wangji guided her movements, their bodies were in a synchronized rhythm of desire. He claimed her lips in a kiss that was as fierce as it was intoxicating. His lips moved against hers with a controlled urgency, and his tongue danced with hers, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from deep within her core.

Her gasp was swallowed by the voracious kiss, and in the midst of their passion, his lips traced a fiery path down her neck, leaving a trail of bites and nips that marked her as his. The mixture of pleasure and pain was an intoxicating elixir, heightening every sensation and melding their souls together in a way that was both primal and profound.

With each rhythmic thrust, the ache between her legs intensified, the boundaries between agony and ecstasy blurred into an exquisite fusion. Lan Wangji's skilled hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve ending with their possessive touch. He was her tormentor and her savior, the architect of her deepest desires and the sculptor of her most intense pleasure.

As their bodies moved in unison, a symphony of moans and gasps painted the air, a testament to the passion that bound them. In this timeless moment, y/n existed solely in the realm of sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the symphony of touch, taste, scent, and sound that enveloped her.

Their bodies glistening with the aftermath of their shared passions, y/n and Lan Wangji found solace in each other's arms, their bare forms pressed close in an intimate embrace. The air was thick with the heady scent of their desires, a tangible reminder of the boundaries they had crossed.

As the hushed moments passed, y/n's voice emerged, a delicate murmur that cut through the lingering traces of their shared ardor. "A-zhan," she breathed, her tone a mixture of wonder and uncertainty, "Do you realize the path you chose? Is it not forbidden for a master and servant to share such a connection, to be so intimately intertwined, especially between a maid like myself and a person of your status?"

Lan Wangji, his gaze soft yet resolute, responded with a gesture that transcended words. His hand reached out, gentle fingers entwining with hers, guiding her touch to the silken ribbon that adorned his forehead. It was a symbol of him choosing her as his wife. 

As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a silent message passed between them, a declaration that defied societal norms and echoed with the depth of his emotions. He was claiming her as more than just a servant, more than just a passing desire. He was acknowledging her as a cherished part of his world, a connection that went beyond the constraints of their roles.

Tears welled in y/n's eyes, shimmering with a mixture of emotions too profound to contain. His lips, tender and compassionate, brushed against her cheeks, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. Each kiss was a soothing balm, a promise that he would wipe away not only her tears but also any doubts that clouded her heart.

With delicate reverence, his lips trailed a path from her cheeks to her neck, a journey that resonated with both tenderness and fervor. The sensations rippled through her, awakening the embers of desire that lay dormant within her once again. The space they occupied became a sanctuary of shared longing, where every touch, every sigh, was a testament to their unspoken bond.

In the hours of their clandestine love, y/n and Lan Wangji surrendered to their yearning once more, a union that defied societal norms but resonated with a resonance that was undeniably real. The world beyond their cocoon of intimacy faded away, leaving only their shared desires, their whispered promises, and the intoxicating rhythm of their intertwined souls.

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Unspoken Bonds part 2

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As y/n trailed behind Lan Wangji, the atmosphere around them seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken emotions. The palpable tension was like a veil that enveloped them both, casting a shadow over their steps. For y/n, this current of intensity was perplexing; it wasn't often that she found herself on the receiving end of such strong reactions from Lan Wangji.

Amidst the quiet steps and echoing silence, y/n's mind raced, trying to unravel the puzzle of his behavior. She was, after all, just a maid, an inconspicuous figure in the vast tapestry of the sect. With no family ties or notable background, it seemed rather odd that her interaction with Wei Wuxian would provoke such a reaction from Lan Wangji. Her thoughts whirled, grappling with the dissonance between her perceived insignificance and the intensity of his feelings.

Mixed within her confusion was a web of her own emotions. Y/n was not oblivious to her feelings for Lan Wangji, though she harbored no illusions about the reality of their situation. The chasm that separated them in terms of social standing, wealth, and societal expectations seemed insurmountable. Her heart understood the unlikelihood of him returning her affections, yet her emotions persisted, casting their own shade upon her thoughts.

In her heart, y/n recognized that her affection was a quiet ember, a secret flame she kept close, understanding the unlikelihood of its ignition. The intricate dance of emotions that had formed between her and Lan Wangji was a melody that played within the confines of her own heart, often hidden from the world.

Just as the tension between y/n and Lan Wangji seemed to tighten its grip, a soothing voice broke through the heaviness. "Wangji," Xichen's call acted as a balm, swiftly diffusing the atmosphere that had been fraught with tension. His presence was like a beacon of serenity, casting a gentle light that momentarily eased the weight between them.

Y/n's gaze shifted to Lan Wangji, finding solace in his eyes. The words that followed, spoken with a quiet resolve, reassured her that he was not blind to her well-being. Her lips curved into a soft smile, her response carrying a whisper of understanding. "Don't worry about me, you go with your brother," her assurance was imbued with a quiet strength, an assurance that she could handle the complexities of the situation on her own.

As they parted ways, y/n found herself alone in the aftermath of this emotional tempest. The scrolls in her arms served as a tangible reminder of her responsibilities. Despite their intended recipient being Lan Wangji, she quietly made her way to the library, the weight of her emotions and the scrolls a metaphorical journey in themselves. 

Y/n's fingers moved with practiced grace as she shelved each scroll, her motions precise and efficient. Amid the familiar texts, her eyes were drawn to a book that seemed to stand out from the rest. An oddity in its appearance. As she pulled it from the shelf, curiosity flickered in her gaze, a silent question hovering in the air.

The words and images that met her eyes were like an unexpected gust of wind, stealing the breath from her lungs. A flush of warmth crept up her cheeks, her face turning a shade of crimson that mirrored the contents of the book. The unexpected nature of the text left her momentarily speechless, her heart pounding in her chest.

Quickly, as if the very act of reading those words was a transgression, y/n placed the book back on the shelf. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly, betraying the turbulence of emotions that had been stirred within her. The mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and an odd sort of delight swirled in her mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind.

The stillness of the library was abruptly shattered by the sound of Wei Wuxian's voice, a familiar presence entering the space like a gust of wind. "Xiao-mei!" his exclamation carried a note of cheerful recognition, a warmth that reflected their previous interactions. "Nice to meet you again, pretty lady.". 

"Master Wei," her voice carried a note of respect as she addressed him, the honorific a reflection of the hierarchies that governed their world. Her bow, a symbol of deference, held within it a hint of the thoughts that had occupied her mind.

Wei Wuxian's smile held a playful twinkle, his eyes crinkling with mirth as he regarded her. His ability to lighten the atmosphere was evident, his presence a reminder that life could still hold moments of levity, even within the confines of tradition.

"You don't have to be so formal, Xiao-mei," he said with a teasing lilt to his voice. "We've interacted enough times for you to address me casually."

"Then you can call me, y/n," she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her words held a hint of playfulness, a deviation from the formalities that usually defined their interactions.

"Y/n, what a pretty name! For a pretty girl like you," Wei Wuxian's words flowed like a melody, his voice a mixture of genuine admiration and his characteristic cheerfulness. His compliment, while candid, felt like a sunbeam warming her heart.

"Thank you, Wei Wuxian," y/n's response was gentle, her gratitude sincere. His ability to create an atmosphere of ease was a gift she had come to appreciate.

"A-xian is fine," Wei Wuxian's invitation was extended with a friendly pat on her head, a gesture that carried a sense of camaraderie. His casual manner was both surprising and endearing, bridging the gap between their statuses.

As he looked at the shelves, a sudden shift in his demeanor caught y/n off guard. His eyes lit up with mischief as he singled out a particular book, a book that seemed entirely out of place amidst the scholarly tomes. Before y/n could fully register what was happening, the book was in his hands, its contents displayed openly.

Wei Wuxian's playful demeanor was infectious, his intent to shock and amuse clear in his expression. The fact that he was openly displaying such a book in the library was both audacious and typical of his irreverent nature.

"See how the illustration shows the love between the two," Wei Wuxian's teasing voice echoed through the air, his words carrying a playful undertone. His mischief was evident as he openly commented on the explicit content of the book, daring to highlight the intricate details that illustrated a different kind of connection.

Y/n's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, her embarrassment escalating as Wei Wuxian continued to engage with the book's content. The combination of his commentary and the nature of the book itself created a swirl of emotions within her, a mix of discomfort, surprise, and an odd sort of fascination.

"Why you've been awfully quiet, xiao-mei," Wei Wuxian's words were a playful challenge, his gaze dancing with mischief. His insinuation was lighthearted, yet it managed to stoke the flames of her embarrassment. "Perhaps this scene excites you."

Y/n's heart raced, her own teasing retort caught in her throat as she attempted to quell her blush. She averted her gaze, trying to regain her composure amidst the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred. The blush on her cheeks was evidence of her internal conflict, a battle between her desire to maintain her poise and the sheer audacity of the situation.

"It's forbidden to look at such things, Master Wei," y/n's voice carried a note of calm and propriety, an attempt to steer the conversation toward more acceptable territories. Her words were a gentle reminder of the boundaries that governed their world, even in the midst of playful interactions.

"Aww, don't start acting like Master Grumpy over here," Wei Wuxian's playful retort carried a tone of mock exasperation. His words were accompanied by a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His nickname for Lan Wangji was delivered in a teasing manner.

"Perhaps you're this shy because you imagine this to be you and Lan Wangji instead," Wei Wuxian's whispered words were like a mischievous breeze, carrying a playful insinuation that brushed against y/n's ear. His teasing was evident, his voice laced with a knowing tone that hinted at a deeper understanding.

"That's preposterous," y/n's response came out in a gentle stutter, her cheeks aflame with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. The idea he proposed was absurd, and yet there was an underlying truth to his words that she found herself unable to entirely deny.

Wei Wuxian's grin widened, his amusement evident as he watched her reaction. His ability to tease and prod at the edges of her thoughts was a testament to his intuition and the shared moments they had experienced. His willingness to blur the lines between playful banter and deeper truths was both exasperating and oddly endearing.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your secret fascination with Lan Wangji," Wei Wuxian's words carried a tone of assurance, his playful tone weaving a web of intrigue. His teasing was a dance of words, a playful acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface.

As the weeks unfolded, a new layer of complexity began to emerge in the interactions between y/n and Lan Wangji. The possessiveness that had once been hinted at grew more pronounced, like a shadow gradually lengthening with the setting sun. Each time Wei Wuxian made an appearance, Lan Wangji's demeanor underwent a subtle shift. The spark of jealousy that ignited within him seemed to cast a cloud over his interactions with others, especially when it came to y/n.

Wei Wuxian's presence, once a source of playful banter and lighthearted moments, now elicited a different reaction from Lan Wangji. The elder Lan's tendency to ignore him and divert y/n's attention was a testament to the depth of his emotions. It was as if he couldn't bear the thought of sharing her attention, even for a moment, with anyone else.

Amidst these dynamics, there existed moments that lingered in y/n's memory, moments that seemed to hold a significance that transcended the ordinary interactions. One such moment, when they were alone together at night, seemed to resonate within her thoughts. The quiet intimacy of that setting, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight, left an indelible impression.

As y/n read the scroll to Lan Wangji, she could feel his gaze on her. A gaze that held a depth of emotion she couldn't fully decipher. Her cheeks warmed as she realized the intensity of his observation. His eyes, like stars in the night sky, seemed to hold a universe of unspoken feelings.

In that stillness, her own thoughts drifted, and she found herself captivated by the details that had escaped her notice before. The way his lips curved slightly as he listened, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, and the way his presence seemed to envelop her in a cocoon of quiet companionship.

The moment took an unexpected turn, shifting from the realms of unspoken understanding to a more tangible connection. As y/n made to exit the scene, Lan Wangji's sudden action stopped her in her tracks. The feeling of his hand grasping hers was a delicate yet undeniable sensation, a touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her veins.

Her eyes met his, and in that shared gaze, a profound understanding seemed to pass between them. It was as if the barriers that had held them apart had momentarily dissolved, leaving only a sense of raw vulnerability and a connection that defied definition.

The realization struck y/n like a bolt of lightning, the significance of what had just transpired, the unspoken implications of the act.

"Sorry, Hanguang-Jun," y/n's voice held a mixture of sincerity and contrition as she bowed, her posture a reflection of her respect for him. The weight of the moment lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the boundary that had been crossed.

With a quick withdrawal of her hand, she departed the scene, the weight of the forbidden nature of their interaction lingering like a bittersweet aftertaste.

As y/n's words and actions sank in, Lan Wangji found himself grappling with a mix of emotions. Confusion, like a cloud, hung over his thoughts. He had allowed her to touch his forehead ribbon, an act that held profound significance in their world. It was a gesture he had reserved for those closest to him, only family and cultivation partners. And yet, in that moment, he had permitted her to cross that sacred boundary.

The weight of his own actions began to dawn on him. Why had he allowed her to do something that was forbidden? His feelings for y/n had been growing steadily, like a quiet flame that couldn't be easily extinguished. The strength of his emotions had caught him off guard, leaving him to question the choices he had made.

The memory of her leaving the scene, the abruptness of her departure, was a puzzle he couldn't unravel. He had seen something in her eyes, a connection that seemed to mirror his own feelings. And yet, she had withdrawn, as if the very act of removing his forehead ribbon had awakened a realization that needed distance.

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Unspoken Bonds Part 4

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Ever since the tender moment they shared with the bunnies, something had shifted in Lan Wangji. A subtle change in his demeanor became evident whenever y/n was around. His ears would turn a faint shade of red, and a bashful blush would grace his usually composed face. It was a transformation that didn't go unnoticed, especially by Wei Wuxian, who took great delight in teasing him about it.

The teasing would evoke a glare from Lan Wangji, a silent response that spoke volumes about his discomfort with having his emotions on display. Yet, amidst the playful banter and the occasional embarrassment, there was a warmth that had settled in the air. A warmth that mirrored the feelings that had taken root within his heart.

Sitting together over a cup of tea, y/n broached the topic of Wei Wuxian. Her words were gentle, an attempt to bridge the gap between Lan Wangji and his friend. "You know, a-xian is not really that bad," she remarked, her gaze sincere.

A flicker of tension crossed Lan Wangji's expression, his unease evident. "No nicknames, only me," he responded, his possessiveness peeking through as he asserted his claim on her.

Y/n nodded, understanding the unspoken message behind his words. "Okay," she acquiesced, her hand reaching out to pat his arm reassuringly. "But I think once you get to know Master Wei better, you'll definitely like him better."

The mention of Wei Wuxian seemed to set off a wave of jealousy within Lan Wangji, his emotions evident in the subtle change in his demeanor. He was not one to easily share his feelings, and the idea of y/n being close to someone else seemed to awaken a protective instinct within him.

"No more talking about him," Lan Wangji's tone held a note of finality, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that was hard to ignore. "Focus on me."

Y/n couldn't help but smile, touched by his possessiveness. His vulnerability, though often hidden beneath layers of stoicism, was a reminder of the depth of his feelings.

As the conversation shifted, y/n shared a glimpse of her past. Her words were filled with nostalgia as she recounted the festivals and the lanterns of Caiyi town. The image of children with their parents, the vibrant colors, and the laughter seemed to come alive in her words.

"But it doesn't matter now, since that's the past," y/n concluded, her voice carrying a mixture of acceptance and a tinge of sadness.

Lan Wangji's gaze never wavered from her, his expression unreadable as he absorbed her words. 

With the passage of time, as Lan Wangji continued to learn more about y/n's past and the experiences she had missed out on, a desire to create new memories seemed to take root within him. He recognized the significance of those missed opportunities, and he was determined to offer her moments of joy that she had long yearned for.

As the next Yuan Xiao festival in Caiyi town approached, Lan Wangji quietly made arrangements. He knew that this festival held special meaning for her, and he wanted to ensure that her experience would be a memorable one.

When the day arrived, there was an air of anticipation that hung around them. Y/n, guided by Lan Wangji's intentions, found herself blindfolded with a cloth. The mystery of their destination added to the sense of adventure that was building within her.

As they journeyed to Caiyi town, y/n's heart raced with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. The blindfold was a barrier that heightened her senses, allowing her to focus on the sounds and scents around her. The world seemed to become a symphony of sensations, each one a clue to the surprise that awaited her.

The journey was filled with a quiet intimacy. Their shared presence, the steady rhythm of their footsteps, and the promise of the festival ahead seemed to draw them closer. Y/n's trust in Lan Wangji was unwavering, a testament to the connection they had forged over time.

Finally, they arrived at their destination, the vibrant heart of Caiyi town. The air was filled with the aroma of delicacies, the sound of laughter, and the sight of colorful lanterns illuminating the night sky. The festival was in full swing, a celebration of light and joy that had a timeless quality.

Lan Wangji's hand remained a constant presence, guiding her through the bustling crowds. The blindfold remained in place, a veil that separated her from the visual spectacle before her. 

As the blindfold was gently lifted away by Lan Wangji's hands, y/n's eyes blinked in surprise and wonder. Before her stood a scene of enchantment, the town adorned with intricate decorations, lanterns casting a warm and inviting glow, and a palpable atmosphere of celebration. The sight that greeted her was even more breathtaking than she had imagined, a visual feast that seemed to reflect the emotions that had grown between them.

"You remembered!" Her exclamation carried a joyous disbelief, a testament to the thought and care that Lan Wangji had put into this moment. Her heart swelled with gratitude and happiness, emotions that were reflected in the embrace she enveloped him in.

"Hmm," his response was a simple affirmation, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he allowed himself to bask in her delight. His efforts had been rewarded, and the sight of her happiness was a treasure that he held close.

Together, they wandered through the festivities. The vibrant colors, the laughter that echoed in the air, and the shared moments of wonder seemed to wash away any remnants of the past. It was as if the festival had the power to create new memories, to overwrite the moments that had been missed, and to replace them with the beauty of the present.

Their fingers intertwined as they sampled tangyuan, the sweetness of the delicacies a reflection of the shared sweetness between them. Each bite seemed to carry with it the promise of their growing connection, a connection that had transcended barriers and had led them to this moment of shared joy.

And then came the lanterns. A symbol of hope, wishes, and the beauty of release. As they lit their lantern together, their hands working in harmony, there was a sense of unity that enveloped them. The lantern's glow cast gentle shadows on their faces, a testament to the light they had found in each other.

The lantern lifted off the ground, its ascent accompanied by a whispered prayer, a silent wish that seemed to encapsulate their shared hopes for the future.

As Y/N gazed upon the enchanting sight of countless lanterns ascending into the velvety night sky, her heart swelled with a mixture of awe and wonder. Each lantern seemed to carry not just the flickering flame within, but also the hopes, dreams, and aspirations of those who released them. The dark canvas of the heavens was being painted with a myriad of shimmering lights, a celestial ballet orchestrated by human hands.

Lan Wangji's fingers delicately tilted her chin upward, his touch igniting a cascade of shivers down her spine. The cool night air seemed to hold its breath, as if the very cosmos were holding witness to this intimate exchange. And then, in a move that felt both inevitable and surprising, his lips met hers in a kiss that held multitudes.

The kiss was a paradox, a collision of love and urgency, of tenderness and longing. It was as though Lan Wangji was pouring into this kiss all the emotions that his reserved nature had kept hidden, a torrent of feeling that threatened to breach the walls he had so carefully built around his heart. Y/N could taste the bittersweet intensity, a flavor that left her both satiated and craving more.

The lanterns continued their ascent, oblivious to the intricacies of human emotions unfolding below. In their rising light, Y/N felt the weight of Lan Wangji's unspoken words, the depth of his affections that transcended mere vocabulary. It was a moment suspended between the earthly realm and the infinite expanse above, a moment that held the promise of a future woven with shared dreams and whispered promises.

As their lips finally parted, Y/N found herself lost in Lan Wangji's gaze. A gaze that held understanding, vulnerability, and a silent vow to stand beside her through the tapestry of life's uncertainties. The lanterns had begun to fade into the distance, their ethereal glow merging with the stars that adorned the night sky.

The whisper of her gratitude hung in the air, as delicate and profound as the lanterns that graced the firmament. "Thank you, A-Zhan," her voice was a soft murmur, a secret shared between their hearts, "for making this the happiest day in my life." And then, with a tenderness that matched the emotion imbued within her words, she leaned in, placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek. It was a kiss that held within it a world of unspoken affection, a promise of more to come.

In response, Lan Wangji's fingers found solace in her hair, his touch a feather-light caress that communicated a silent agreement, an acknowledgment of the depth of his feelings. He lowered his lips to her forehead, a gesture that was both protective and tender, an unspoken pledge to guard her heart as fiercely as he did his own.

They stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, their souls entwined as they watched the lanterns dance their way heavenward. The delicate paper vessels seemed to carry not just the dreams of those who set them free, but the aspirations of the two hearts that beat in unison. Each lantern's ascent mirrored their own rise, their journey towards a shared future that held the promise of infinite possibilities.

As the night progressed, nature's orchestra played on. But amidst the symphony of lanterns and stars, a softer melody emerged, a rumbling that couldn't be attributed to the celestial realm. Y/N's stomach, seemingly awakened by the emotional whirlwind of the evening, let out a quiet growl. Lan Wangji's lips curved into an amused smile, a rare and endearing sight.

Chuckling softly, he shifted his gaze from the luminous sky to her. "Seems like someone is hungry," he remarked, his voice a soothing melody that blended seamlessly with the night. His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Guiding her with a gentle tug, Lan Wangji led Y/N toward a quaint restaurant that lay nestled nearby. Its warm lights spilled onto the cobblestone path, inviting them into a haven of flavors and aromas. The ambiance was cozy, a stark contrast to the expansive night sky they had been immersed in just moments before.

In the cozy embrace of the restaurant, Y/N and Lan Wangji found themselves seated across from one another, a table laden with steaming dishes and the promise of culinary delights. The transition from the celestial dance of lanterns to the intimate sanctuary of this eatery was seamless, a continuation of the evening's journey that now delved into the realm of earthly pleasures.

As Y/N deftly poured the fragrant tea, each nodded their heads in understanding. The tendrils of steam rose, like fleeting spirits ascending from the porcelain vessels, carrying with them the essence of warmth and camaraderie. The anticipation of the meal danced in the air, a tantalizing prelude to the flavors that awaited their palates.

With a graceful synchronicity, the food arrived, a symphony of colors and aromas that beckoned to be savored. Each dish exuded a vibrancy that contrasted the serene simplicity of the Cloud Recesses, as if the very essence of this restaurant was to awaken the senses. The plates were laden with spices and seasonings that set the air aquiver with their tantalizing scent, a fragrant invitation to embark on a culinary adventure unlike any other.

However, as Y/N took her first cautious bite, a fiery explosion of flavors engulfed her palate. The heat was intense, far more potent than anything she had encountered within the tranquil confines of Cloud Recesses. The foreign spiciness set her mouth ablaze, igniting a fit of coughing that seized her unexpectedly. She reached for her tea, her hand trembling as she brought the cup to her lips, desperate for relief.

Yet, the tea that met her tongue bore no resemblance to the soothing brews she had grown accustomed to. It was bitter, a stark contrast to the comfort of a warm embrace. The bitterness lingered, like a reminder that the journey of discovery was not always paved with sweetness alone.

Lan Wangji observed her with a mixture of concern and amusement, his gaze a steady anchor amidst the storm of flavors assaulting her senses. With a gentle touch, he reached for his own cup of tea and held it out to her, a silent offering of solace and camaraderie. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, an unspoken assurance that they were in this together, navigating the uncharted territories of taste as they had navigated the uncharted territories of the heart.

Amidst her coughing and the jolt of unexpected flavors, Y/N managed a rueful smile, a smile that carried within it the recognition of the absurdity of the moment. She sipped from Lan Wangji's cup, the bitterness of the tea blending with the warmth of their connection. 

As Y/N and Lan Wangji emerged from the restaurant, the afterglow of their shared meal lingered like a comforting shroud around them. The scents of the culinary journey they had embarked upon still lingered, mingling with the night air as if to ensure that every step they took was accompanied by a reminder of the flavors and laughter that had graced their evening.

Y/N's eyes were fixed on Lan Wangji, an enchanting mixture of admiration and playfulness dancing within their depths. The moonlight painted him with a silvery glow, casting an ethereal aura around his figure. With a soft chuckle, she let her thoughts slip into words, her voice a gentle breeze that carried the weight of her musings.

"Wangji," she began, a playful cadence in her voice, "how do you manage to be the most handsome man?" Her words held a note of wonder, as if she were genuinely perplexed by the charisma he effortlessly exuded. Her gaze remained locked on him, a warm smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Lan Wangji's lips curved in a half-smile, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. His humility and quiet confidence were like twin currents beneath his exterior, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw people to him without him even realizing it. He met her gaze with a softness that spoke of shared moments and a connection that transcended mere words.

The corner of her lips twitched upward as she continued, her voice now laced with mock protest, "It's not fair that you attract all the girls." Her words were delivered with a playful tone, revealing the camaraderie that often characterized their interactions. She teased him affectionately, her words a gentle reminder that his allure was undeniable.

Lan Wangji's laughter, though rare, was a sound that held a certain charm, as if it were the embodiment of the unguarded moments he allowed himself to experience. His fingers found hers, intertwining as if they were part of the same story that had been unfolding throughout the evening. His gaze held a warmth that matched the night's gentle embrace, a warmth that enveloped her and made her feel cherished.

And then, as if to amplify the shared laughter and camaraderie, Y/N leaned in with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Guess what I'm thinking," she declared, her words carrying a playful weight as she leaned into the alcohol's pleasant haze.

"How you want to stay here forever?" Lan Wangji's words carried a touch of amusement, a reflection of the shared enchantment that had woven itself into the fabric of their evening. The serenity of the night seemed to amplify his sentiment, making the moment feel as if it were suspended in time.

Y/N's gaze flickered to him, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Hmmm," she mused, her voice holding a note of thoughtful contemplation, "Close. But I was actually thinking how incredibly lucky I am to have you." Her words were an echo of the feelings that had been swelling within her heart, a sentiment that she had carried through the twists and turns of their journey.

A gentle chuckle escaped Lan Wangji's lips, his laughter a gentle melody that harmonized with the night. Her candidness was a treasure he cherished, a glimpse into the inner workings of her heart that left him both humbled and grateful. He met her gaze, the affection in his eyes a silent affirmation of the emotions that coursed between them.

The softness of their exchange was punctuated by Y/N's curiosity, her words carrying the weight of her inquiry. "You feel the same way, right?" she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. Her cuteness was endearing, an aspect of her personality that never failed to elicit a smile from him.

Lan Wangji's laughter danced in the air once again, a sound that held a warmth that mirrored the adoration he felt for her. "Hmm," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that enveloped her like a protective embrace. And then, as if to seal his words with a gesture, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon her head. It was a gesture that held the weight of unspoken promises, a promise to stand by her side through all the moments life would unfold.

As they continued their walk, Y/N's condition began to betray the effects of the evening's indulgences. The laughter and emotions seemed to have spun her into a state of intoxication that left her feeling blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Sensing her condition, Lan Wangji's protective instincts kicked in, guiding him to a decision that would ensure her comfort and safety.

With a tender touch, he gently led her to a nearby inn. The inn's warm lights spilled onto the pavement, a welcoming beacon that promised respite from the outside world. 

Stepping into the embrace of the room, the transition from the outside world to this private haven was a shift in atmosphere. The air was filled with a gentle serenity, a haven that promised respite and the continuation of their shared journey through the night.

As Lan Wangji approached Y/N, his fingers moved deftly to untangle the intricate folds of her hanfu. His touch was a delicate dance, a symphony of care that mirrored the connection they shared. The moon's soft glow filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery sheen over their surroundings.

With a hint of a smile, Y/N's gaze met his, her eyes shimmering with affection. "Wangji, you know," she began, her voice a soft whisper that carried the weight of unspoken thoughts. Her words held a sense of familiarity, as if she were about to share a secret that was meant for his ears alone.

Lan Wangji's touch paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on hers as he awaited her revelation. There was a depth to his attention, a curiosity that held the promise of understanding and connection.

"You should smile more," her voice was a cascade of giggles, a melody that danced through the room like a gentle breeze, "instead of being the grumpy man you always are." Her words held a playfully teasing lilt, a sentiment that was conveyed with a tender mirth. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a reflection of the carefree state that the night had ushered in.

A soft chuckle escaped Lan Wangji's lips, his amusement a glint in his eyes as he met her playful gaze. Her candidness was both endearing and refreshing, an aspect of her personality that never failed to elicit a response from him.

"Is that so?" he replied, his tone a blend of wry humor and genuine curiosity. His fingers resumed their delicate task, his touch carrying a warmth that mirrored the night's gentle embrace. "Perhaps I shall consider your suggestion," he added, his voice a melodic cadence that danced with the rhythm of their shared moment.

Her laughter echoed in the room, a sound that seemed to fill the space with joy and light. "It does," she affirmed with a bright grin, her words carrying a certainty that could only come from someone who had glimpsed beyond his reserved exterior. "It suits you more. A smile like yours can light up the night."

The corners of Lan Wangji's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare and precious sight that seemed to illuminate the room with its warmth. Her words had touched a chord within him, a chord that resonated with the truth that had been hidden beneath the surface all along.

As the night's enchantment finally succumbed to the pull of slumber, Y/N found herself drifting into a peaceful sleep on the bed. The room seemed to embrace her, cocooning her in a realm of dreams and quietude. Lan Wangji's gaze lingered on her as she settled, his emotions a tumultuous sea that he navigated with care

With a tender touch, he pressed a kiss upon her temple, a gesture that held a multitude of feelings. Relief washed over him as he realized that she was peacefully asleep, her rest a balm to his own tumultuous thoughts. The unspoken currents of desire and restraint had coursed through him, but in her slumber, he found solace, the knowledge that he could safeguard her heart even when his own was in turmoil.

As he nestled beside her, sleep claimed him as well, their breaths falling into a rhythm that echoed the harmony of their connection.

Y/N was awakened by a throbbing headache that seemed to have taken a residence in her temples. She groaned softly, her hand instinctively moving to cradle her head as if to contain the pain.

But amidst the haze of discomfort, her awareness was soon greeted by the gentle sensation of kisses upon her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Lan Wangji's as he pressed kisses upon her lips and temple. The sweetness of his gestures chased away the remnants of her headache, leaving only a warm ache in her heart.

Before she could even formulate her thoughts, she found herself being lifted onto his lap, her confusion melting into a mixture of surprise and affection. His closeness enveloped her, his arms a protective embrace that seemed to banish any lingering discomfort.

"Lan Wangji," she began, her voice a blend of curiosity and vulnerability, "why did you kiss me?" Her words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the unspoken queries that had taken root in her thoughts. Her fingers trailed over her lips, as if she could still feel the echo of his kisses upon them.

His hold tightened around her as she nestled her face into his neck, the comfort of his presence soothing the uncertainties that had plagued her thoughts. Her questions tumbled forth, each word a fragile thread that wove a tapestry of her feelings.

"Why are you holding me like this? Why do you want to be with me, when I have no family and I'm just a maid?" Her voice held a mixture of confusion and yearning, a yearning to understand the depths of his affections and the reasons that had led him to this point.

Lan Wangji's gaze held a tenderness that seemed to pierce through the layers of doubt and insecurity that shrouded her. His fingers threaded through her hair, his touch an anchor that held her close. With a gentle grace, he tilted her chin upward, his eyes locking onto hers as he offered a soft smile.

"I never saw you as just a maid from the very first day," he confessed, his words carrying a weight that resonated deep within her heart. "I will never treat you like one, because you are mine. My wife, my soulmate, and my everything." His voice held a quiet intensity, a fervor that underscored the truth of his words.

And then, as if to seal his declaration, he pressed another kiss upon her lips, a kiss that held the promise of a future woven with shared dreams, overcoming obstacles, and the unbreakable bond that had been forged between them. In that moment, amidst the soft morning light, Y/N felt the weight of his love, a love that transcended societal boundaries and embraced the depths of their souls.

[mdzsfan]

Unspoken Bonds Part 3

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Y/n's heart was a swirl of conflicting emotions. The memory of that night, when she had left Lan Wangji after a forbidden gesture, weighed heavily on her conscience. The guilt that gnawed at her was a reminder of the boundary she had crossed, a boundary that was fortified by centuries of tradition and societal expectations.

Yet, even amidst her remorse, one question echoed persistently in her mind: Why hadn't he stopped her? The fact that Lan Wangji had allowed her to proceed with removing his forehead ribbon perplexed her. He was not her cultivation partner, nor was he family. The implications of his action were layered, a puzzle she couldn't solve.

The uncertainty she felt was a constant companion, a shadow that clouded her thoughts. She had sensed a connection between them, a shared understanding that defied explanation. But her own feelings, the tangle of emotions she couldn't fully comprehend, had prompted her to withdraw.

Avoidance became her strategy, a way to shield herself from the complexity of her emotions and the unspoken tension that had arisen between them. She limited her interactions with Lan Wangji, reserving them for emergencies, for moments when she had no choice but to acknowledge his presence.

In her heart, she understood that the distance she was putting between them was a means of self-preservation. The uncharted territory of their emotions was both alluring and terrifying, a maze she was hesitant to enter. Her guilt, her confusion, and her own burgeoning feelings were threads that wove an intricate pattern within her, shaping her actions and decisions.

As the days passed, the ache of their disconnectedness weighed on her. The moments of shared camaraderie, the laughter and the genuine companionship, had been replaced by a gulf of silence. And yet, despite her attempts to distance herself, the memory of his gaze, the depth of his eyes that seemed to hold secrets and promises, continued to haunt her.

Unable to find solace in slumber, y/n had ventured into Lan Wangji's chambers, the surroundings were as immaculate as she had come to expect, a testament to his meticulous nature, yet the evidence of his disarray was also apparent.

Lan Wangji himself seemed a reflection of the room's contrast. His appearance was marked by an uncharacteristic dishevelment, the usually pristine forehead ribbon now slightly wrinkly. His hanfu bearing wrinkles that seemed out of place on his dignified form. His very presence carried an air of turmoil that contradicted the orderliness of the room.

As y/n's gaze met his, a tension seemed to fill the space between them. Their eyes locked, two individuals who had been navigating a labyrinth of emotions, unsure of where the path might lead. The silence was palpable, a mirror to the unspoken questions and unfulfilled desires that had been left unresolved.

Each of them held a mirror to the other's confusion. Lan Wangji, with his furrowed brows and searching gaze, was a reflection of the bewilderment that had taken root within him. Why had y/n chosen to distance herself? The question echoed like a haunting melody, its notes filled with longing and uncertainty.

Y/n's gaze, though equally perplexed, was a window into her own internal struggle. The emotions that had led her to keep her distance were a tumultuous sea within her, a maelstrom of guilt, longing, and the unspoken acknowledgment of their shared connection.

As their eyes held the other's gaze, a strange sort of understanding seemed to pass between them. Their emotions, though complex and conflicting, were shared. In this silent exchange, they offered each other a glimpse into their hearts, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that transcended words.

"Why are you up this late?" His voice, a gentle ripple in the silence, cut through the tension that had enveloped them. The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, connecting them in the midst of their shared uncertainty.

"I couldn't sleep," y/n's words were soft, her gaze briefly meeting his before flickering away. Her answer was simple, yet beneath the surface, it carried the weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions. She was caught in the liminal space between her feelings and the reality of the situation, a space where answers were elusive and the heart's desires remained hidden.

His concern was evident, and yet y/n's resolve to leave, to give him the space he needed, was palpable. "But don't worry about me. I'll go now, so you can have enough rest tomorrow." Her words were a mixture of courtesy and selflessness, an embodiment of the care she felt for him.

"Wait," Lan Wangji's voice, though quiet, held a note of urgency that caught y/n off guard. His request to stay was unexpected, a plea that seemed to carry unspoken desires and a yearning for connection.

And so, she remained. Seated next to him, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The guqin, a cherished companion in the midst of his solitude, became an instrument of shared solace. As the notes flowed from his fingers, the music seemed to wrap around them, a bridge that transcended the barriers that had kept them apart.

The soothing melody was a balm for y/n's restless soul. She closed her eyes, allowing the strains of the guqin to guide her into a tranquil state. The tension that had once held her captive seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm that was both welcome and surprising.

In that moment of vulnerability, as the music danced in the air, the barriers between them seemed to thin. Lan Wangji's gaze rested upon her, a mixture of tenderness and longing in his eyes. As the guqin's gentle notes continued to weave their magic, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent gesture that spoke of affection and a depth of emotion he had been hesitant to reveal.

The kiss, though fleeting, lingered in the air like an unspoken promise. A promise of a future where their emotions would no longer be shrouded in uncertainty. It was a declaration, a hope that one day, the feelings they shared would be acknowledged and reciprocated.

When y/n awoke, she found herself back in her own room, the memory of the night's events lingering like a dream. The guqin's melody, the touch of his lips on her forehead, the unspoken emotions, all were woven into the fabric of her thoughts, a reminder that the path they were on was one filled with twists and turns, challenges and revelations.

Another moment, where y/n knew that she was in love with Lan Wangji was when y/n found herself standing beside Lan Wangji in a place that held special significance for him. It was a spot where the gentle breeze seemed to whisper secrets and where the rustling leaves were like a symphony of serenity. Here, in the embrace of nature's beauty, their connection was unburdened by the weight of expectations and norms.

Bunnies, a symbol of innocence and gentleness, populated the area, hopping around as if they were the guardians of this sacred place. Y/n's heart swelled with a mixture of awe and wonder, for this was a side of Lan Wangji she had rarely seen, the side that found solace in the presence of these small creatures, the side that was capable of finding joy in the simplest of moments. 

"Lan Zhan," y/n's voice, soft and filled with wonder, broke the silence that had enveloped them. "They're so cute."

His response was a slight smile, a rare glimpse of emotion that danced in his eyes. The simplicity of her words, the shared admiration for the bunnies that surrounded them, seemed to bridge the gap between their unspoken emotions.

As y/n's gaze remained fixed on the creatures that had become a part of their shared moment, her heart felt light. The world seemed to have receded, leaving only her and Lan Wangji, the bunnies, and the feelings that flowed between them.

And then, in a moment that held both longing and a childlike delight, she turned to him, her eyes bright with a new thought. "Could we take one back with us?"

Lan Wangji's response was gentle, his eyes fixed on her as he considered her request. "The bunnies have to stay here," he explained, his tone soft yet firm. And yet, his next words held a promise that couldn't be overlooked. "But we can stay as long as you want."

With a mischievous yet affectionate smile, y/n caught a bunny and placed it on Lan Wangji's lap. The gentle creature seemed content in his presence, its soft fur a contrast against his hanfu. As he patted the bunny, his touch was tender, his actions a reflection of the depths of his emotions.

In that moment, it was as if time had slowed, and the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. Their shared connection, the tranquil surroundings, and the unspoken feelings that lingered in the air. The barriers that had once kept them apart were now mere shadows, and the vulnerability they had guarded so carefully was now exposed.

As their gazes met, the bond between them seemed to crystallize. There were no words exchanged, no need for explanations. The bunnies bore witness to a silent understanding, a connection that was unmarred by expectations or societal conventions. In this secluded corner of the world, they were free to be themselves, to acknowledge the feelings that had grown between them.

With a playful grin, she reclaimed the bunny from Lan Wangji's lap, the innocent creature now nestled against her. But her actions didn't stop there, her head finding its place on his lap, the bunny as a gentle companion to their unspoken connection.

As she settled into this unexpected closeness, the world seemed to hold its breath. The sun continued its watchful gaze, as if in awe of the intimacy that was unfolding beneath its silvery light

Lan Wangji's fingers, like a gentle breeze, brushed across her hair. The touch was a tender caress that stirred something within her, a mixture of comfort and a growing awareness of the emotions that had been building between them. And then, his lips pressed to her forehead and then her cheeks, his affectionate gestures speaking volumes in their silence.

The kisses were like whispered promises, a testament to the affection that had been growing quietly yet steadily. Each touch, each gesture, was a declaration, a declaration that went beyond words, beyond the confines of tradition, and into the realm of the heart.

For y/n, lying there in his embrace, time seemed to blur. The bunny, a symbol of innocence, nestled between them, seemed to be a witness to a moment that was both pure and profound. The sun's bright glow seemed to wrap around them, cocooning them in a world where nothing else mattered but the connection they shared.

[mdzsfan]

A cruel symphony of love and suffering

Thank you so much for requesting @Aelsher_- !  (from wattpad)

(This ended up being more angst, then how I originally planned. But there's a happy ending  and this was very fun to create hehe).

The Hanahaki is a fictional disease, in East Asian cultures where the victim coughs up flower petals, after they suffer a fate of unrequited love.

Petals drifted from her lips like confessions never spoken, delicate and heartrending. Hanahaki, they named it, a cruel symphony of love and suffering. The room held a sense of solemnity as the petals tumbled from her mouth, each one a testament to a love she had kept locked away.

In the sanctuary of her room, moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a ghostly glow on the scattered petals that adorned the floor. The scent of plum blossoms hung heavy, mingling with the memories she held close to her heart.

From a distance, she had watched him, Lan Wangji. A figure of ethereal grace and unwavering discipline. His mere presence radiated tranquility, like a moonlit night on a calm lake. Yet beneath that stoic exterior, emotions stirred, evident in the blossoms that fell from her lips.

Lan Wangji, a name that evoked reverence and longing. His dedication to the ways of the Gusu Lan sect was unyielding, but his eyes held secret emotions hidden behind the façade. The petals, a manifestation of her feelings, seemed to bridge the gap between their unspoken connection.

The moon cast its silvery light upon the courtyard, revealing his silhouette as he moved gracefully among the shadows. Lan Wangji, a master of the guqin, moved with an elegance that matched the melodies he played. Their eyes met through the window, a shared moment of unspoken understanding in the moon's gentle embrace.

Y/n found herself yearning for a deeper connection. Her heart craved his affection, his companionship. Why did fate play such a cruel hand? She had meticulously followed the thousands of rules of the sect, and treated everyone with unwavering politeness. Yet, amidst all her efforts, the one thing that remained elusive was him. 

As they locked eyes in the midst of reality, y/n moved to dispel the tension, drawing the curtains closed. A weight settled in her chest, her breath quickening in unmanageable spirals. Her heart raced, an unsettling nausea consuming her. And then, as if an unrelenting echo, she vomited those enchanting yet poisonous plum blossoms. Coughs followed in rapid succession, until blood stained her cloth, a grim testament to her condition.

Y/n sought out the healers, desperation evident in her eyes, but even their wisdom couldn't unearth a solution to her affliction. Hanahaki was a rarity of a rarity—an ancient ailment with a mere 0.1% chance of occurrence. Her determination, however, remained unshaken, her resolve stronger than ever. To face this silent adversary, she chose a path of avoidance, steering clear of Lan Wangji with every ounce of her being.

"Xiao Mei!" Wei Wuxian's cheer rang out as y/n crossed paths with him.

"Wei er-gongzi!" Y/n's greeting was accompanied by a warm smile as they drew closer to each other.

"Don't be so formal!" Wei Wuxian playfully scolded, his tone light. "Remember, we're friends."

"Of course," y/n replied, chuckling softly. She covered her mouth suddenly, a fit of rapid, harsh coughs overtaking her.

"Are you all right?" Wei Wuxian's concern was evident as he reached out to touch her face, checking for any signs of distress.

Y/n managed a reassuring smile, though her coughing had left her a bit breathless. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice still carrying a touch of hoarseness.

Wei Wuxian's hand lingered on her face, his brow furrowed with worry. He gently assessed her temperature, finding it oddly normal despite her recent coughing fit.

"I know what would make you feel better!" He exclaimed, gripping her arm gently.

"Where are you taking me?" she responded, amusement tugging on her lips. 

"To a-zhans!" he declared, his voice feeling with cheer and excitement. 

Her face lit in horror, and quickly stopped. 

"Why are you so scared?" Wei Wuxian asked as his brows furrowed in confusion "I know he can be grumpy sometimes, but he's always nice to you, and you guys are best friends!"

"It's not that," Y/n hesitated, as her voice trailed off. But as her gaze met Law Wangji who was now facing them. She quickly turned and dashed into her room, pushing the door. 

Y/n could discern the shadow of sadness that crossed Lan Wangji's expression, yet she convinced herself that maintaining this distance was the wiser path. It pained her deeply, this act of pushing him away, but she couldn't bring herself to bear the weight of potential rejection and humiliation. The thought of unrequited feelings gnawed at her heart, urging her to take this route ignoring him seemed the lesser of two agonizing options. The prospect of dealing with the consequences paled in comparison to the agony of baring her unreciprocated emotions to him.

While on the way to the library, y/n found herself abruptly pressed against the wall by Lan Wangji. His arms formed a barrier, preventing any avenue of escape. Fatigue and weariness marred his countenance, the signs of exhaustion evident. Disheveled and disarrayed, his appearance was a stark contrast to his usual impeccable self, his hair unkempt, and his ribbon askew.

"Wangji, what is the meaning of this?" y/n exclaimed, her voice tinged with both fear and the pressure exerted upon her.

"You," Lan Wangji's voice emerged, a soft exhalation. "Why have you ignored me?"

"I haven't," she responded, a hint of defiance in her tone.

"What have I done to deserve this treatment? Why have you turned so distant?" Lan Wangji's voice lowered to a whisper, his confusion palpable. "I witnessed you sharing smiles with Wei Ying, yet in my presence, you flee, your expression portraying fear."

"If your heart truly belongs to Wei Wuxian, there is no need for you to conceal it," Lan Wangji's voice held a quiet conviction. "Just don't leave me again."

A wave of guilt swept over y/n as the reality of Lan Wangji's emotions settled in. Her intentions hadn't been to evoke this reaction from him, but her stubbornness had blinded her to the impact of her actions.

"Is this truly your interpretation?" y/n's laughter held a bitter edge. "You believe that I harbor feelings for Wei Wuxian?"

"Despite our shared upbringing," she continued, a touch of disbelief colouring her words, "it seems as though you know nothing about me." A hint of hysteria crept into her laughter, a poignant reminder of the irony that had woven itself into this situation.

"Then tell me!" His voice cracked with a mixture of desperation and frustration as he clutched her shoulders, tears tracing their path down his cheeks. "Tell me the reason why my closest friend has been ignoring me for weeks."

"Oh, so you're eager for the truth now?" she taunted, her tone edged with bitterness. "You, who can hardly stand up to your own uncle, yet you have the audacity to demand the truth from me?"

Her words faltered as the petals tightened their grip, the sensation almost suffocating. She pushed him away, desperation flaring as she retreated to her room, the need to release the petals becoming urgent. Once behind the closed door, she emptied herself, the blossoms and blood mingling in a haunting display of her unspoken agony. This time, it was more intense, the hue of the blood darker, marking the depth of her struggle.

Her heart raced, each beat echoing in her ears as her vision blurred. The agony coursing through her was nearly unbearable.

As the weight of her suffering intensified, she found herself struggling to remain upright. The room seemed to spin around her, and the pain was as tangible as the air she gasped for. Every heartbeat felt like a thunderous drum, each thud resonating through her weakened body.

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji's determination didn't waver. With a fierce resolve, he pressed his ear to the door, straining to catch any sound from within. His own heartache mingled with worry, and a sense of helplessness gripped him. He knew something was deeply amiss, something he couldn't fully comprehend.

"Y/n!" His voice, raw and urgent, seeped through the door, carrying with it a desperate plea. "Please, let me in. I need to understand. Why are you ignoring me? Every night I wonder what I did wrong. I spent many sleepless nights thinking, where did everything go wrong. I just want my bestfriend back."

On the other side of the door, y/n fought to steady herself, the room around her threatening to dissolve into darkness. Her breathing grew ragged, and her resolve to protect him began to crumble under the weight of her own suffering. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, her love for him remained unshaken, and it was that love that gave her the strength to respond.

With a trembling hand, she reached for the door, her fingers barely able to push it. Slowly, she pushed the door, as it revealed her disheveled figure, petals scattered at her feet. In that fleeting instant, her eyes met Lan Wangji's, and all the words that had remained unspoken seemed to hang in the air, waiting for a chance to bridge the chasm between them.

Y/n offered him a fragile smile, a glimmer of reassurance in her eyes. And then, without warning, her strength gave way, and she collapsed into his arms. Blood and petals spilled from her lips, a stark reminder of the hanahaki's cruel grip on her, and her labored breathing weighed heavily in the air.

"Y/n!" Lan Wangji's voice cracked, raw with panic and fear as he swiftly caught her, his arms encircling her limp form. "Y/n! Wake up," he implored, his voice a desperate plea, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

His arms cradled her, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her skin. Panic surged through him, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to consume his composure. Gently, he shifted her in his arms, his touch tender yet urgent, as if his very presence could summon her back to consciousness.

"Y/n," his voice was a whisper, laced with vulnerability, as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Please, open your eyes. You can't leave me like this." Every word trembled with the depth of his emotions, every syllable a plea for her to return to him.

He held her close, the petals that had once haunted her existence now scattered around them, a poignant reminder of the love he hadn't fully comprehended until this moment. In his arms, he held not just a friend, but a soul he had come to cherish a truth that had remained hidden in the silence between them.

As the seconds stretched into eternity, his heart raced, his every sense attuned to the hope of her awakening. "Y/n," he murmured once more, his voice a prayer in the quiet room, a plea for her to fight back against the darkness that threatened to steal her away.

Time seemed to stand still as Lan Wangji cradled y/n in his arms, his heart aching with a depth of emotion he had never experienced before. He could feel the weight of her frailty, the fragility of life that hung in the balance. Every rise and fall of her chest felt like a precious testament to her existence, and he held onto her as if his grip alone could keep her tethered to the realm of the living.

Desperation fueled his actions as he gently patted her cheek, his touch a mix of urgency and tenderness. "Y/n, please," he whispered, his voice cracking, "come back to me."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the air heavy with anticipation, as Lan Wangji's pleas hung in the air like a fragile melody. And then, after what felt like an eternity, a faint flutter of eyelids stirred. Y/n's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes slowly opened, her gaze meeting Lan Wangji's with a mixture of confusion and recognition.

"Lan Wangji?" Her voice was a whisper, barely audible, as if she were emerging from a dream.

Relief washed over him in a powerful surge. "Y/n," he breathed her name, his grip on her tightening almost instinctively. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you share your feelings with me?"

A weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she attempted to speak, though her voice was strained. "I... I'm sorry, Wangji."

The weight of her apology hung in the air, the unspoken truths between them finally laid bare. Lan Wangji's gaze softened as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle. "You don't have to apologize, y/n. I wish you'd have confided in me sooner, but I understand why you kept this hidden."

Y/n's eyes shimmered with emotion as she looked up at him, her vulnerability mirrored in his own eyes. "I was afraid," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Afraid of losing our friendship, of facing rejection and humiliation."

Lan Wangji's thumb caressed her cheek, his touch a soothing balm against her doubts. "Y/n, you mean the world to me. Our friendship is invaluable, but if there's a chance for more, I want to take it. I want to explore these feelings with you."

Tears welled in her eyes as his words reached her heart, erasing the fears that had held her captive. "Wangji," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender, chaste kiss. "Rest now, y/n. We have time to heal and to discover what lies ahead for us."

As the room bathed in the soft light of their shared understanding, they clung to each other, a promise of a future woven from the threads of their unspoken love. The journey ahead wouldn't be without challenges, but they faced it together, united by the bond that had weathered the storm of pain and petals.

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Lan Wangji

Alone again (implied wangxian, angst, and male reader) Punishments and alcohol (Drunk, jealous Lan Wangj, Lan Gender Netural Reader) A cruel symphony of love and suffering (female reader, Hanahaki au) Unspoken Bonds (Female, maid reader au) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 *NSFW