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hey hi hello its angst time

today i present you an au in which lan wangji carries wei wuxian to the burial mounds and gives the remainder of his spiritual energy to him and then dies. on his request lan xichen brings him back to the cloud recesses. heavily inspired by 2ha

"lan zhan?" wei wuxian's eyes opened, brimmed with red. a shaky figure hovered above him, blurry and unclear. what seemed like tears dripped onto wei wuxian's body. and... it was warm? wei wuxian felt a hand on his chest and a steady stream of spiritual energy flowing into him, mending his wounds. slowly, bit by bit, his vision began to clear up, and he saw clearly a face, stained with blood. there was no forehead ribbon, no pristinely tied hair that not even dust would fall on it, no robes whiter than snow. 

there were only those eyes, so translucent they looked like glass, brimmed with red, as tears had streamed out. wei wuxian didn't want to believe, he didn't want to think that this man, who had hated him as such was really here with him, on the brink of death, still hanging on to him, holding his hand. 

lan wangji had never shown a hint of emotion, yet the person in front of him had been crying. 

no... this was not lan wangji. in lan wangji's eyes there was nobody less important than wei wuxian. 

when he took a look past his shoulders, there were mountains of corpses and undead, maybe even someone he knew among them. he would believe that he had died and came to suffer an eternity in hell. but why lan wangji? the man whose goal in life was to stand up to evil, and why would he be in hell with the yiling patriarch?

"please... just a little bit longer," lan wangji had muttered, tears falling.

"im sorry, im sorry, please..."

wei wuxian was in shock.

"you-" wei wuxian tried to speak, but blood sputtered out and splashed onto his already soaked clothes. he slowly closed his eyes again.

if lan wangji is willing to stay in hell with me... maybe i can stay for a while

the next moment, wei wuxian's eyes had fluttered open. sanded wooden walls, blue ceiling, and the scent of sandalwood. could this really be... 

gusu?

he lived? 

he lived!

he really lived!

how had he- 

wei wuxian lay there, staring at the ceiling. they really decided to let him live, huh. if the gods had mercy, they would've let him die, but no, they let him live, they did. he sat up, scratching his head, wondering how he got back here. but he lived, he really lived! 

someone slid the door open slowly and silently, before noticing that he was finally awake. 

"wei gongzi is finally awake. good to see."

wei wuxian turned around, noticing it was lan xichen. he bowed his head curtly, still wondering why he was here.

"sect leader lan."

lan xichen nodded, but wei wuxian noticed that his posture was stiff, his smile forced and unnerving. he didnt blame him. he was in the same room with the yiling patriarch after all.

"if i could be so bold..." wei wuxian hesitated. could he really ask? "...who brought me here?"

lan xichen tightened up. 

"... wangji did."

wei wuxian wanted to laugh.

"sect leader lan, you expect me to believe that? lan wangji, lan zhan, the person that will stand in my way no matter what? he would save me?"