[closed] in which wangxian are themselves
[SO HERE THEY ARE, some indeterminate amount of time after the world's most chaotic love confession and elopement, adjusting to life in a post-Jin Guangyao world. It's been strange, adjusting to a life of freedom, companionship, happiness. Things aren't fixed, and they most certainly aren't perfect, but it's more than Lan Wangji ever would've dared to hope he could have, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Of course, decades of contempt can't be erased so easily. The Yiling Patriarch is still a fearsome and hated figure, still the monster in the dark, and still a tempting prize for those both thirsty for fame and stupid enough, or desperate enough, to take the risk. Even the combination of their power isn't always enough to deter the particularly determined, which appears to be what's happening this time.
This one, however, is a little...
...Well. In the words of someone less refined, it's REALLY FUCKING DUMB.
Lan Wangji barely even bothers to read the note, a very poorly disguised attempt to lure Wei Wuxian away; he spares approximately 2 seconds looking at it before he shakes his head, none of his exasperation showing on his face.]
Leave it.
[DON'T HUMOR THE ANGRY MOB NPCS, HUSBAND]
Of course, decades of contempt can't be erased so easily. The Yiling Patriarch is still a fearsome and hated figure, still the monster in the dark, and still a tempting prize for those both thirsty for fame and stupid enough, or desperate enough, to take the risk. Even the combination of their power isn't always enough to deter the particularly determined, which appears to be what's happening this time.
This one, however, is a little...
...Well. In the words of someone less refined, it's REALLY FUCKING DUMB.
Lan Wangji barely even bothers to read the note, a very poorly disguised attempt to lure Wei Wuxian away; he spares approximately 2 seconds looking at it before he shakes his head, none of his exasperation showing on his face.]
Leave it.
[DON'T HUMOR THE ANGRY MOB NPCS, HUSBAND]
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Especially with Wei Wuxian teasing him like this?! First with the bedroom eyes and the blatant flirting in front of a small crowd, and now, snuggling up to him like this, and talking like that...
It's much harder to make his ears turn red these days; he's changed a lot since their teenage years, and even since those days just after their marriage, honestly. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean it's hard to rile him up (especially not for Wei Wuxian, who doesn't even have to do anything but exist). It just means that, when he cuts his gaze back to Wei Wuxian after a cursory glance around them, his eyes are downright scorching--and he wastes no time in picking Wei Wuxian up and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
MARK YOUR WORDS, WEI WUXIAN
Especially because if Wei Wuxian's in this kind of mood today, then who is he? To deny him??? He's truly the world's worst Wei Wuxian enabler, god.
Lan Wangji does head for a cluster of trees that look slightly thicker than the ones around them, but if they're doing this out here, then walking over here is the longest he's willing to wait, and he wastes no time in pressing his husband against one of them and kissing him as fiercely as he'd wanted to, earlier. He knows that won't stop Wei Wuxian from whining about his "rough treatment" and being "delicate" and so on and so forth, but hey, HE CAN AT LEAST TRY... AND SHUT HIM UP FOR A MINUTE...]
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At first, Wei Wuxian's too overcome with delight and excitement at simply being picked up and carried off for a proper ravishing. His cheeks are flushed, eyes already filling with warmth and a misty dreaminess as he grins from ear to ear. He bursts out into giddy laughter when Lan Wangji shoves him against the tree, starting to tremble out of sheer reflex. His husband's mouth on his is bruisingly intense in the best of ways and Wei Wuxian kisses him back with equal fervor, hands splaying out on his shoulder.
After a moment he breaks the kiss to softly murmur:]
There you are, good boy.
[And then he immediately slips into his usual role when indulging in this particular fantasy.]
But you're being so rough, Er-Gege! The great and powerful Hanguang-jun manhandling fragile little me so brutishly! Does your uncle know what a savage he raised? It's a good thing we're out in the wild!
[Yeah, sure, some trees a very short walk away from the main road counts as the wild, Wei Wuxian. But least, he shut up for a couple of moments there?]
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This tree also deserves better, honestly, as do any other woodland creatures that might be around to judge them right now?? Though it's likely that all living creatures have a natural instinct to get the hell away from these two when they're being particularly shameless, like now. Lan Wangji doesn't even try to hide the way his fingers flex where they grip Wei Wuxian's waist, his favorite place to rest them--but then Wei Wuxian keeps talking and Lan Wangji can't not pull back, after a gentle bite to his husband's lower lip, to give him a look.]
Wei Ying, please.
[That's not a "please keep it up I love it when you talk like this" tone. That is most definitely a "wei ying please, for the love of god, do not talk about my uncle when we're about to get busy why do you always do this" tone.]
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In this instance, it's returning his husband's litte bite with a nip of his own, followed by another firm and lingering smooch. He's sliding his arms around his husband's neck once more, pulling him close once more. After a moment, he breaks it again, smiling with mock innocence.]
Yes, Lan Zhan?
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He doesn't speak, but he doesn't have to, honestly. The love pouring off of him is impossible to miss.
Reluctant as he is to let go of Wei Wuxian's waist, he gives in to the urge to slide one hand up beneath his chin, using the other to press them closer together as if in compensation. When he kisses Wei Wuxian this time, it's a kiss that says "you are ridiculous, and I love you", no less intense for its tenderness.]
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Lan Wangji might not need to say it but he does. After not knowing his own heart and remaining silent for too long, Wei Wuxian will never tire of saying it now. Not a day's gone by since their decision to marry that he hasn't said it once, either through words or deeds. This time it's through words first. He meets and holds Lan Wangji's gaze like nothing else exists in the universe right now, not even the tree at his back.]
I love you, Lan Zhan. More than anything or anyone else in the world.
[Then Wei Wuxian grins a little impishly.]
Not counting our little one, of course.
[Technically, it's more like three or four now by now if they count their son's friends that Wei Wuxian just casually adopted into their little family.]