Thread by @cerbykerby

cw// nsfw, slightly dark, a/b/o

omega!lwj nervously but determinedly going into the Burial Mounds while in heat because he's desperate and he needs to convince (read: seduce) alpha!yllz!wwx into going back to Gusu with him and Not Die in the Attack the Other Sects are Planning.

https://twitter.com/mme_anxious/status/1332873347990835200

yes this is based off of that one tumblr post and yes, phnelt, this has been on my mind FOREVER

I JUST

I just want lwj dressing himself up in light, gossamer robes, styling his hair with more care than usual and blotting a bit of red on his lips with trembling fingers. he has no idea if he's shaking before he's off his heat suppressants or because he's scared.

he's not scared of wwx, of course. wwx would never hurt him. he's more scared of himself, of how low he's stooping to save wwx's life—to the point where he feels the need to use his body to lure wwx to safety.

it is entirely possible that wwx will see right through him.

lwj has been taught his entire life to spend his heats in seclusion and keep his scent close to his body. to deliberately doll himself up like this and wear such loose robes feels obscene.

he thinks about the many times wwx has called him pretty, and steels himself.

meanwhile at the burial mounds, wwx is super proud of a huge potato he's managed to grow and has dug it up, ready to show lwj when he arrives.

when lwj arrives, wwx's mouth goes COMPLETELY dry.

wow.

WOW.

has lwj looked like that before? it feels illegal to look at him.

the wind plays with lwj's hair and carries his scent to wwx and wwx, who is actively starving and hasn't been in a rut for months, has to close his mouth before he drools and creeps lwj out.

he can't for the life of him remember why he's holding a potato.

a part of wwx wants to hurl the potato away because he looks dumb just standing there with it. the other part wants to give the potato to lwj as proof that wwx can provide for him and any future little ones.

neither side wins, so wwx ends up just stammering, "this is a potato."

totally nailed it

lwj isn't sure what to make of wwx's response. he studies the potato before confirming, "Indeed it is."

"Do you want it?" wwx blurts out.

lwj does not want the potato, especially since wwx has grown thinner since the last time they met, but he takes the potato.

wwx is battling both mortification at his behavior and satisfaction that lwj took the potato. he invites lwj into the cave, because it's cold out.

lwj nods and walks past him, so close that his robes brush wwx's arm. wwx desperately wants to lick up lwj's neck.

wwx tries to be a good host. he really does. but lwj keeps slipping in between him and his tasks, and the next thing wwx knows, he's sitting at the boulder that serves as a table as lwj prepares some food and tea.

it is rude of him to be served by his guest, but he can't stop watching lwj's busy hands and focused expression. it feels... quite good, being cared for, even if lwj is just doing it because he's nice ahahaha.

wwx absolutely does not imagine lwj cooking for him everyday nope.

meanwhile lwj is trying his best not to let his hands shake too much.

he knows nothing of seduction, of primal instincts and moments of passion. he only knows of deep, legendary love that define his family history and spans across centuries. he does not know how to do this.

he'd imagined such a love for him and wwx once, daydreamed during class or at the library. until war changed them both and something in wwx grew darker, more dangerous.

lwj is now not so naive to believe that he could ever have that kind of love. wwx just doesn't feel the same.

but lwj has already made up his mind: in the choice between wwx's life and his affection, lwj chooses wwx's life.

so he tries. he lets his fingers linger a little longer against wwx's arm. he tucks his hair to expose his neck. he sends little glances in wwx's direction.

meanwhile wwx is absolutely dying. the food and tea are good, but every time he looks at lwj, his brain is filled with nothing but, "wow, pretty. he smells so good. wow, pretty. i wonder what he tastes like. wow, pretty. i want to touch his waist. wow, pre

lwj: anxious, hyperaware of all the rules he's breaking, battling both necessity and desire with each of his actions, completely guilt-ridden but also desperate to get wwx out of the burial mounds before the sects attack

wwx:

lwj nearly gives himself a heart attack by deliberately overstaying, which is so, so rude and he almost wants to pass out at the breach of etiquette.

wwx, as expected, asks him to stay—which is what lwj counted on, but he still feels bad about it.

they end up sharing the—well, it's not really a bed, it's a worn-out mat on the stone floor, because wwx just doesn't have another blanket and it's a cold night.

they end up spooning for maximum warmth. lwj is in his inner robes, and every time he shivers, wwx scoots closer.

lwj is just a ball of nerves at this point. his heat is making him restless, and every time he shifts his hips, he inevitably rubs back against wwx and feels him exhale into lwj's hair.

lwj has no idea if he's ready, but once he feels wwx's hand on his hip, he takes his chance.

(//nsfw)

lwj pulls his robes aside, then lifts his leg just enough to hook it behind him, around the back of wwx's knee. it's as much of an invitation as he dares.

it is enough. wwx gives a strained snarl and fumbles with his own robes. moments later, he pushes into lwj.

lwj does not squeal—he's never been very vocal—but he covers his mouth with his hand and breathes through his fingers as wwx grips his thigh to keep him spread open.

they're both messy and uncoordinated, unused to both each other and the act itself. still, lwj tries.

wwx spills inside lwj without warning, a myriad of apologies on his lips once he realizes they're stuck together. lwj rests a hand on wwx's cheek and traps wwx's legs in place with a foot, keeping him there.

second round, the same thing happens, but wwx doesn't apologize.

it's an exhausting night for both of them. either lwj is nudging wwx awake for another round, or wwx is pulling lwj towards him, onto him. and each time, wwx finishes in him. neither of them try to pull away.

it's well past noon when lwj finally leaves the burial mounds.

a few weeks later, a furious lqr and lxc stand at the foot of the burial mounds.

wwx arrives enveloped in smoke and the whispers of the dead. "Lan-xiansheng. Zewu-Jun."

"Wei Wuxian," lqr is so angry that he's almost spitting, "you are returning to Gusu with us this instant."

wwx is unimpressed. he's heard jc say something similar before. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not interested."

lqr somehow turns purple. "If you do not take responsibility, I'll strike you down where you stand and you'll have to answer to your mother's ghost for your crimes."

wwx smiles unpleasantly, and the whispers of the dead grow louder. "What can she do? Yell at me? Kill me?"

"She could curse you," lqr spat, "for forcing a child in Wangji."

wwx's smile drops. even the dead fall quiet, as if they want absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

dead spirits: we want blood! we want flesh! we—

wwx: lan zhan is WHAT NOW

dead spirits: ... damn dude, sounds entirely like a you problem. aight. peace out.

wwx forgets how to speak. he opens and closes his mouth, but nothing comes out. when he remembers how vocal chords work, he can only manage, "Are you sure it was me?"

lqr's hand flies to his sword, but lxc stops him. "We are sure," he answers, colder than wwx has ever heard him.

wwx's head is too full. lwj's visit. the faintest touch of color on his lips and the spider-silk thin robes he wore. his sweet scent. the sounds he'd made when he let wwx take him and fill him.

"You will take responsibility for what you've done," lqr repeats.

"Yes," wwx hears himself say. he must. he did this to lwj. "But—the Wens—"

"Will be given sanctuary in Gusu," lqr grumbles. "It's what Wangji wants."

wwx's mind is far too loud for him to properly think. "Oh," he says, numb. "Good. Great. Glad to hear."

there's not much to pack for the wens, and before an hour has passed, the burial mounds are once again devoid of life.

wwx tells only wq and wn the reason for their relocation. wq yells at him, while wn just gazes at him with sad eyes.

it takes days for them to reach gusu.

lqr breaks off with the wens to help them settle in a secluded valley close to caiyi town. lxc walks wwx into the cloud recesses, taking each of the thousands of steps up to it in complete silence.

lwj is waiting for them at the entrance.

lwj looks normal; then again, it's hardly been a month since his visit to the burial mounds. he bows in greetings to his brother before turning to wwx. "Wei Ying."

"Lan Zhan." wwx fiddles with his fingers. he isn't sure what to do. should he apologize? "Um, how are you?"

"I am healthy," lwj replies, which wwx hears with the subtext, "and so is the baby."

"That's good." wwx nods. "Good, good. I, uh," he swallows, "look—I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. I should have—"

"Wei Ying," lwj interrupts, "do not be sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." wwx rubs his face with his hands. "It's alright. It's going to be alright. Don't worry. I'll take care of you and the child, both. I promise."

lwj rests one hand on his still-flat belly, and reaches up to cup wwx's cheek with the other.

"I'm not worried. The most important part is that you're here," lwj says, stroking wwx's cheekbone with his thumb. "Safe and sound."

-- THE END --

if any of you notice that I just wrote out a fic I said I wouldn't write, shhhh you saw nothing