Lan Wangji

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Chapter Summary Wei Wuxian rebuilds an impossible array, summons Lan Wangji from the future, and the council immediately regrets every life choice that led them here.

Chapter 22 Unknown Variable For a heartbeat, the council hall ceased to exist.

Wei Wuxian could feel nothing but the shock of Lan Wangji's gaze locked with his across the open space, could hear nothing but the sudden, brutal rush of his own pulse in his ears.

The words still rang between them, impossibly real.

The council will question his future self directly.

It snapped.

Wei Wuxian's mind exploded into motion all at once.

his light his highlights might be blue but his hair is black i

will volunteer two answers for her hawk and yona from yona of the dawn and wei wu shen and lan wang ji from mudazushi

he wears white funeral white But his subcolor is also blue, bitch! Well, you didn't say you said not to do subcolor.

You said their main color.

And long was she was gazing at him, with an expression so open, so earnest, so heartbreakingly in love, that Wei Wuxian stopped breathing altogether.

Lan Wangji looked at him the way one might look at sunlight after believing the world was dark forever.

Wei Wuxian's heart stumbled, then took off at a sprint.

"'Lan Wangji!' he whispered, voice cracking on the second syllable.

He didn't wait for an answer.

He surged up and kissed him, desperate, hungry, unable to hold back for even a second." He just needed to feel Lan Wangji's mouth, kneed it so badly that it cracked straight through the kiss.

Lan Wangji made a sound, quiet, broken, almost startled, and kissed him back with matching intensity, hands framing Wei Wuxian's face like something precious.

Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, warmth to warmth.

It felt, he realized, shockingly, as if he'd just been fighting for his life.

He sucked in a breath that scraped like sand down his throat, turned his head, and found Lan Wangji already looking at him.

Lan Wangji lay on his side, hair spilled in a dark fan across the pillow, eyes wide and wild with something feral and exultant.

his own chest was lifting too fast a shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room for a heartbeat wei wu san couldn't tell which of them was shaking more he rasped.

His voice didn't sound like his.

It came out rough, torn at the edges, choked with too much, too full of everything the dream had laid bare, and everything he didn't know how to hold yet.

Saying his name felt like both a plea and a promise.

Lan Wangji didn't reply.

It's just, it is so gross.

Jane Tang says that his dad doesn't think he's got a scrape of the Jane character at all, and, he resents Wei Ying here a little bit for, he says, you and Lan Wangji took down the Zhanyu of Slaughter together.

How commendable of you, but what about me? I ran for days, too.

I ran myself ragged.

No.

You're not wrong, though.

So, Jang Chang attacks Wei Ying and says, why did you have to save Lan Wangji? And he's choking Wei Ying out.

And

Some of us had duties we were meant to attend to this evening.

Lan Wangji had already moved closer, reclaiming the burner from Wei Wuxian's restless hands.

Their fingers met and held for the briefest moment.

A promise passed between them, silent but unmistakable.

The lamplight caught on the engraved edges as Lan Wangji examined it.

"'It will require a drop of blood from each of us,' he said, "'and we breathe together as the incense is lit.'" Wei Wuxian's pulse skipped.

Together, then, he said.

Simple words, but they landed like a vow.