WangXian Thoughts (one shots)

Unknown to Me and Them (Part 02)

When they finally arrived at the place he talked about, an icy shiver ran down his body but seemingly unaffected by it he walked ahead, leading the people he promised to save.

The farmers of Wen Qing's clan weren't happy with the place, not that he could blame them for undermining it because ultimately, they were right, but unfortunately for him, this was the best option.

"Wei-gonzi, this place isn't livable." Uncle Four, the name he later knew, said to him, gasping at how dead the place was.

"It cannot be because I once lived here for three months and I survived." He said, nonchalantly speeding his steps to get away from any other unnecessary questions, which he was sure Wen Qing will ask.

They lived there. They built a house for them and another cave-like thing for him which he later named as the demon subdue cave. They did farming although it was only radishes they survived, and it was a propitious time.

Wei Ying believes no one has perfect lives hence here was a place of solitude which he loved. Although the soil was dead, the trees were brown and infertility brushed past them like the plague.

It was relatively quiet and lovely since there was also a little child called A-Yuan he had grown so fond of. The child was like his own, so he considered the little chubby-cheeked cutie as his son.

A-Yuan took up the third most of his time. The first being drawing protective wards while the close second was healing Wen Ning.

A-yuan made him forget momentarily of his bleak reality and he was ever so thankful for the child who sensed his discomfort and would do or say things that would take his mind out of that hole he falls in whenever he was alone.

A-Yuan was like a laughing spirit in the hell they lived every day, but he never regretted the decisions he made; the stand he is in now. Come what may, he was prepared, and he realized he always was because the resentment certainly wouldn't give up on him soon.

They already celebrated an year in the burial mounds. He was sitting on a makeshift bench outside; the wind blowing on his face, watching the farmers trying so hard to sustain their lives but as they did, there was always a smile they pulled, which made them look as if they were in peace.

He applauded himself for being able to give them that freedom, the freedom he never had in his own home, if he could call it that.

Distorted or not, something that was true was he was abused by Madam Yu time and again for existing, for taking up the oxygen her apparent son Jiang Cheng deserved. He couldn't move a finger without her screaming at him across the courtyard, humiliating him amidst dozens of disciples.

Wei Ying being the brat he never cared, not then, not now and certainly not in the future. He remained true to himself as much as he could.

Now that he was a demonic cultivator, he stayed far away from the cultivation world because he couldn't be bothered with their cacophony, which burned his eyes, ears, body, and his whole soul.

Thinking to himself somewhere deep within something stirred, it was indeed like a torrent and for a moment he thought it was from the nature and not himself but seeing that none other than himself was affected; it was obvious it was just him.

He wondered whether it was the resentment but it had been rather quiet today so he guessed his body was acting up. He stood up and sat right back down to ease the torment he felt, but it really didn't matter because the feeling only grew certainly.

But what shocked him was the sudden warmth he felt when all he had ever felt was the cold of the snow, the cold of the river way past midnight. The cold of the wind in a storm, but now it was completely the opposite and he couldn't ascertain what exactly it was.

A picture of Lan Zhan out of the blue had him shaking involuntarily until Wen Qing draped a rough blanket over him and hugged him from the side.

"Wei Wuxian, why are you shaking?" she asked, a mother duck as he had come to establish her with.

She may be fierce but she cares deeply and unlike when others touched him, she was welcome to do anything to him in that regard.

They already talked about how Wen Qing was adamant about being his jie-jie which she had to sulk for a good week before he reluctantly gave in to the offer and he her precious didi alongside Wen Ning. She was an exceptional woman.

She pulled him closer and closer until he was almost midway on her lap, being treated like a child of only three. "Didi?"

"Suddenly thought about Lan Zhan. Don't understand why." He mumbled, twiddling with his thumbs.

"Your boyfriend? Obviously you miss him."

He gawked at her. "Wen Qing, what rubbish are you spouting? Stop being so scandalous. You think it's funny?"

"What you give each other heart's eyes whenever you are next to each other what did you think?"

He sat stunned at the revelation.

"Wait, don't tell me you are not together?" she said, equally shocked as he was.

"We aren't."

The silence was deafening. He struggled against her arms but with his body now he couldn't push her off as she was unfortunately far stronger than him. Not possible stronger than Lan Zhan, but she was quite the woman.

He blew out air, flicking away the strand of hair embracing his sunken face. She giggled. "Cute."

"Wen Qing!!! I will chase you out." He promised as he ran around trying to catch her in the little space they had.

A-Yuan joined minutes later, laughing to his heart's content with his Xian gege. When the afternoon turned to dusk, they slumped on the barren ground, heaving.

"Woah, didi that was fun."

"You wish, you mean jie-jie."

"Now I'm mean? How ungrateful Wei Wuxian." She humphed and stalked away, A-Yuan at her hips, muttering curses under her breath.

He laughed airily before laying flat on the cool ground staring at the stars because the view was abundant just like in lotus pier by the lakes.

He pondered if Lan Zhan saw the same stars as him or if he did stare at the stars at all. He is probably writing those three thousand and one disciplines; that fuddy-duddy.

Lan Zhan this, Lan Zhan that. What was wrong with him? He groaned out his frustrations loudly when he heard an irritated Wen Qing screaming at him to shut up before she uses her needles on him.

He blew out his breath and lost himself in another mystery of this Lan Zhan, which made him remember that kiss.

He still remembers the texture and how perfectly it fit against his own and those lips were like how he imagined Lan Zhan's lips to be. What was he thinking?

Wait, Lan Zhan and the stranger, are they one?

Then he remembered how Lan Zhan looked at him afterwards when that disgusting Jin disciple annoyed him. Lan Zhan's ears were pink and a light blush was apparent in his cheeks.

Later, when he had stormed into the banquet, the look Lan Zhan gave him spoke volumes. It was fond, soft and just so beautiful.

Now he knew why. Lan Zhan kissed him at the phoenix hunt and he was irrevocably in love with the second jade of Gusu and from what it seemed, the latter loved him too and the information kept him breathless and awake the entire night. 

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All my one shots are written in one go so like if there are errors... Hehe... Forget it.😅😅

The last part will be out tomorrow my head is burning I should say so this is it for today.

But I hope you liked this part gegeford cuz you wanted him to realize later. So this is much later.