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LOOK AT HOW FUCKING AMAZING THIS DRAWING IS! IT'S LWJ HOLDING WWX'S SHADOW HAND TYSM wangxian- AHHHHHHHHH
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When Lan Zhan next awoke, it was to Wei Ying writhing next to him, crying in terror and agony as his own head trapped him within his darkest nightmares.
Lan Zhan gasped, sitting up, he shook his fiance by his shoulders, "Wei Ying!" He cried, his touch and call only making Wei Ying's more scared, "Wei Ying!" He cried again, shaking Wei Ying awake.
Wei Ying gasped, sitting up with cold sweat soaking his forehead, shivers running through him, "Lan Zhan!" He wailed, jumping into his safety net, he was caught with gentleness and grace and cradled like the most precious thing Lan Zhan had ever set his hands on.
Sobbing, Wei Ying hid in Lan Zhan's embrace, soothed by his scent, relieved to be smelling the calming aroma of sandalwood and not the bone-chilling, revolting smell of rot and decay.
Lan Zhan's heart broke, pulling Wei Ying onto his lap, he sat against the headboard and pulling the duvet up to cover Wei Ying making him feel safe and his skeletal figure feel warm; resisting the urge to shiver himself at the coldness of Wei Ying's artificial hand.
Rocking them back and forth, Lan Zhan strum his fingers up and down Wei Ying's spine as if it were the strings of his Guqin, and began to him Wangxian, playing loving kisses around Wei Ying's reachable cheek and down his neck to his shoulders.
Wei Ying whimpered, taking deep breathes, he began to calm down slowly, focusing on the euphoric feeling of Lan Zhan's gentle lips on his neck instead of the ache in his constricting lungs, "Lan Zhan..." He cried when he was coherent enough.
Lan Zhan hugged him tighter, making sure he was completely covered and warm again before speaking, "Wei Ying..." He murmured sensually, his low voice remaining calm even if his heart thundered, "I'm here Wei Ying... as long as I'm here... you're protected... and you're loved... and you're safe."
Wei Ying sobbed, somehow, wiggling closer, "I-I love you..." He whimpered, hiccuping, "A-And I-I want to tell you what t-they did to me... when she did to me... what the Burial Mounds did... but..."
Lan Zhan kissed his cheek, "Wei Ying... I am not going anywhere... I will always stand by your side... you can tell me when you're ready, it doesn't matter when, I will always listen."
Wei Ying released a mix of laughs and sobs, "Since w-when were y-y-you a sweet t-talker?!" He whined, hiding his face further into Lan Zhan's neck.
Lan Zhan grinned, "I am trying to be what Wei Ying deserves... and I want it to be undeniably clear that you are safe, you are loved, and you are protected."
Wei Ying sighed, whimpering again, he pat the bed indicating he wanted to lie down again and not even a second later, he was tucked back into Lan Zhan's chest, kisses peppering his head, "I'll tell you one day, Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying whispered, "But... wait... that song you were humming, what is its name?"
Lan Zhan grinned, pulling back, he leaned down and took Wei Ying's lips in his making him whimper in pleasure and shock, "Wangxian."
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The next day, Wei Ying was protectively situated between Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen so the Jiangs wouldn't approach him, luckily, Yu Ziyuan was in Lotus Pier, so Lan Zhan's blade would remain polished for now.
That made Wei Ying smile, protected between two strong cultivators. Plus, whenever Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Fengman, or Jiang Yanli tried to get near him, either Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang, or Jin Zixuan would step between not so subtly.
They discussed battle plans and how Wei Ying's Stygian Tiger Amulet played a huge roll, how with it, they would win.
After Wei Ying had disclosed that he owned such a thing, as well as telling the heartbreaking story of how he'd come to have it, (as sugarcoated as it may have been) they had altered their plans around protecting him.
It may have more or less only been because without him, they were toast, but it made his heart warm nonetheless.
Once the meeting was over, the Twin Jades swept Wei Ying away from his shitty ex-adoptive family with the help of the Nie brothers who distracted them, as well as Jin Zixuan; before taking Wei Ying to get food.
Wei Ying smiled softly, drinking liquor, he was glad to be munching on something other than corpses.
Lan Zhan grinned, sharing a soft look with Lan Xichen who looked like he had already claimed Wei Ying as a younger brother, I mean, he kinda had seeing as he was now calling him, 'Xian-di.'
Wei Ying giggled at that, the sound making their hearts burn with glee.
Lan Xichen smiled softly, "Xian-di," He called, taking Wei Ying's hand just as gently as Lan Zhan did, the energy not even bothered, "Once the war is won... would you be willing to use a prosthetic?" He asked gently, ready for any answer.
If the answer was yes, fantastic, they can get that horrible energy away, if not, then... they'd respect his cho-
"Oh god yes." Wei Ying breathed out, eyes glossy, "I-It's... It's so heavy..." He whimpered, breaking their previously soaring hearts, "I-I just worry... with a prosthetic... would I be able to play Chenqing- would I even be able to wield a sword?"
Lan Xichen took a deep breath, pulling Wei Ying's into his arms as he used to Wangji, "Xian-di, I promise you you'll wield a sword again." He whispered, hugging him tightly.
Wei Ying smiled, elderly sibling love was always the best thing in the entire world, "Thank you... Xichen-ge..." Wei Ying winced, unsure.
Lan Xichen pulled back with a beaming smile as Lan Zhan watched the two people he loves the most interact, "Xian-di, it would be an honour to be your Xichen-ge."
A beautiful smile bloomed on Wei Ying's succulent lips.
