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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[one_note]

Mm.

[leaning down gently into the touch. he has been seduced since they were fifteen honestly]

[weiyingdown]

[he knows that, intellectually, after he's been TOLD such things. but it's still a thrill to be reminded, again and again and again, that his love is endlessly reciprocated.

finally drops his hands when a small breeze goes by, sticking his hands into Lan Wangji's wide sleeves instead]

Don't expect this all the time. Eventually I'll run out of new things to surprise you with.

[one_note]

[are you stealing stuff out of my sleeves, Wei Ying]

Hm. My turn.

[weiyingdown]

[no he's touching Lan Wangji's wrists with his cold hands]

Oh? Are you going to surprise me?

[one_note]

Should I?

[weiyingdown]

Yes! I want it.

[one_note]

[closes his hands around Wei Wuxian's wrists, tugging him forward suddenly]

[weiyingdown]

[is tugged! lets himself go without any resistance]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's arms close around him. he stands.

there's a brief whirl of movement, then they're on Bichen a moment later, rising into the air '-']

[weiyingdown]

[whatever he was expecting, it...wasn't this! he can't help but lean over to look below them, mouth slightly open in surprise]

Lan Zhan...

[one_note]

[he's swinging them out towards Zone 9, a leisurely enough flight]

You wished to be surprised.

[weiyingdown]

[...leans against his chest, still being careful not to squish the flowers in his hair]

Consider me surprised. You're quite good at this.

[one_note]

Hm.

[very pleased!!!

he brings them to the lookout point, "an area with a tall tree, overgrown flowerbeds, and a glass balcony that overlooks more of the city below—and the high desert cliffs far off to the west. There are several benches here, and it seems like it might be a nice place to sit and watch the sunset."]

[weiyingdown]

[fun fact he has been here before in the middle of the night, with Magolor.

but it was the middle of the night and he didn't get a nice look at everything! and being flown there by your incredibly wonderful husband adds a little extra something to the scene? he is soooooooo smitten and it's written all over his face]

A romantic spot too? Don't tell me you had this planned from the beginning!

[one_note]

Not planned.

[but held in his mind, of course; hilariously, doing work for Magolor is also what occasioned him to pass this spot the first time. it's beautiful up here no matter how many times one has been, at least. the late afternoon sunlight catches in Wei Wuxian's hair and eyes, and gilds his skin.

reaches into his sleeve once more and presses something into Wei Wuxian's hand before they step off the sword]

[weiyingdown]

Then you're naturally good at this, just like everything else! What a lucky man I am. Hundreds of ladies back home must be desperately jealous of me.

[lets himself lean heavily on Lan Wangji as he steps off, his entire body posture saying pay attention to me. he does spare a moment to see what has been put into his hand though]

[one_note]

[it's food! he probably couldn't find lotus leaves in the storerooms, so they're steamed in cabbage leaves or something similar, but they're well-spiced]

They do not matter.

[weiyingdown]

[it's easy to tell when the smell of the spice hits his nose because his eyes light up and he purses his lips in anticipation. he throws his arms around Lan Wangji's waist and peppers him with kisses]

Lan Zhan! They don't matter, but I want everyone to know how amazing you are and be jealous of me.

[one_note]

...ridiculous.

[holds him close again; it hasn't been so long since they got together that he's entirely used to having Wei Wuxian throw himself into his arms, happy to be there. he loves him.]

[weiyingdown]

What's ridiculous about it? You're the perfect man, the ideal husband!

[he doesn't move away, but after he's fully satisfied with the number of kisses he has bestowed, he shifts back so he can take inhale a big whiff of the spices coming from his leaf wrap.]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji presses a kiss to his hair; an answer in itself.

the spices are familiar. he had thirteen years to learn how the cooks season in Yunmeng.]

[weiyingdown]

[he nudges Lan Wangji over to the bench so that he can sit while he eats his food; it smells too good to not be eaten right away!]

[one_note]

[he has delicious food in his mouth and a gorgeous view with the sun setting and Lan Wangji seated next to him, warm and steady, looking only at him. life's good]

[weiyingdown]

[it's too good!!! it feels like a dream. he finishes his food in just a few bites and has to stare back at Lan Wangji with endless fondness. he tilts himself sideways until he's curled up Lan Wangji's lap, all but purring]

[one_note]

[gathers him in with an arm, familiar, and strokes his hair

he might also have needed this to reassure himself a bit. threads about threesomes are mildly concerning when you can tell your husband was the instigator.]