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Day 8: Time Travel AU
#Xiantober

For my baobei ❤️ @smexyxianxian

cw: #DarkLanWangji/ light dub con/ angst/ happy ending/ 🔞

He was living a nightmare.

Nightmare? Could he even call that a nightmare?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lan Wangji's voice broke into the night.

He had fought on the front lines during the Sunshot Campaign, he had killed more than he could ever count, he had unleashed the kind of hatred and resentment he never thought he would ever be able to feel.

But in the end, Wei Wuxian still died.

He hadn't been strong enough to protect his Wei Ying from the world, protect the one he loved from the sickening and repulsive claws of those useless, pretentious bastards.

He fought to keep all those cultivators safe, and those same cultivators were now carrying the blood of his beloved on their hands, they were drinking, cheering and celebrating his decease, and Lan Wangji was here, watching all his efforts being crushed into nothing in front

of his eyes.

Lan Wangji sunk onto the floor, clutching Wei Ying's blood covered flute in his hands.

He hadn’t felt so helpless since the time Wei Ying had disappeared for three months at the beginning of the war, he thought he had lost him then, but now he lost him for real.

He kneeled and screamed and cried on the floor.

What a pitiful sight.

Him, a man who was claimed to be the light of their world, one of the strongest cultivators of their generation, unable to save the only thing he wanted to protect.

The cave's stone floor was sodden in red, and he was in no better shape, his once white robes were drenched in blood, his own blood, covering his entire back, his arms and his legs, from head to toe, from where his flesh was still bleeding, cut deep, split open.

He took a torn blanket from Wei Wuxian's stone bed and breathed his scent in, still fresh, strong, still his, sweet and warm, just like him. And he cried, sword trembling as he held it against his own neck.

In the cave, he found the remains of Wei Wuxian's body sitting by the blood pool, torn by his own corpses, doing the only thing he could to save the world from the hands of these tyrants. Once again, sacrificing himself for the safety of other, for the safety of those who didn't

deserve an ounce of his goodness, his gentleness, his precious heart.

He threw up, coughing all of a sudden, huge outbursts of blood poured out from his mouth and his nose, splattering on the floor and joining the blood underneath his feet.

"Forgive me Wei Ying, forgive me..."

He took off his forehead ribbon, offering it to the blood pool as his last gift to the man that changed his whole life.

"May we meet again in another life."

He said, before slicing his own throat open, the last bit of gentleness that was given to him in the end.

—————

"Oh! You finally woke up!" Wei Wuxian's soft laugh echoed around the room and Lan Wangji felt goosebumps against his skin. "Who would have thought, the great Lan Wangji, asleep in the middle of the day when he should be supervising me instead."

He clicked his tongue, mocking Lan Wangji the way he did best.

Lan Wangji's eyes widened out of sudden. He slowly raised his head slowly, eyes staring into Wei Ying's, studying him, taking him in, absorbing him.

"Wei Ying." His voice shook. "Wei Ying, you're here."

"Of course I'm here, shouldn't I be here? I haven't finished my copying for the day yet." Wei Ying stared back at him, a soft smile on his lips. "Why, Lan Zhan? Are you telling me I'm free to go?"

"No!" Lan Wangji blurted out, panicked. "No, stay."

"Okay…" Wei Wuxian blinked at him, clearly confused.

He took his brush with reluctance before starting to scribble again. "Hey, Lan Zhan, do you know any good restaurants in Caiyi Town?”

Lan Wangji's eyes pursued his movements, the way his fingers curled elegantly around the brush, how his strokes were rushed yet beautiful, artistic, like the calligraphy master Wei Wuxian was.

What was happening? Was any of this real? Was his soul trapped in some kind of dream? Or was it an illusion? It couldn't be bad if the one he was seeing was Wei Ying. If he could be trapped in this moment forever, he would gladly embrace it.

"Lan Zhan? Hello?" Wei Ying waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Did you hear me?"

"Apologies, I do." Lan Wangji said finally, voice smaller than he expected. "There is a small restaurant specialized in spicy cuisine in Caiyi, I can take you there if you'd like."

"Really?! For real?!" Wei Wuxian broke into the brightest smile he had ever seen. "Lan Zhan, tell me you're serious, don't play with my poor little heart!"

"I'm always serious."

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you're the best!"

As soon as they finished copying, Wei Wuxian went back to his bedroom to bathe and Lan Wangji rushed to the forbidden books area. He searched endlessly for anything regarding time travel or different dimensions but he found nothing.

Maybe this was a gift, maybe another chance, maybe another life, but whatever it is, he's grateful beyond belief. He had another chance to do things right, to change the future, to protect Wei Ying the way he deserves.

When time for dinner came around, Lan Wangji walked down the path to wait for Wei Ying.

He, however, was not pleased when Wei Ying arrived with both Jiang Wanyin and Nie Huaisang in town.

He immediately frowned, moving to stand by Wei Ying's side.

They ate and Wei Ying drank to his heart's content. But Lan Wangji couldn't stand the unwanted company of his peers, especially when Jiang Wanyin had nothing good to say about his shixiong.

"Since you invited us, you can pay for the meal." Jiang Wanyin said to Wei Ying,

who let out an embarrassed little laugh.

"Sure, sure, no problem." He scratched the back of his head timidly. "Wait for me here Lan Zhan, I'll be back in a second."

However, before he could move, Lan Wangji reached up and grabbed his wrist. "No need. I will pay for this meal."

"Lan Zhan! You don't have to, I was the one who invited all of you, it's only fair." He tried to argue, but Lan Wangji was already thrusting his qiankun pouch at Wei Ying instead. "Please, I would like to pay."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." He caressed Wei Ying's fingers gently as he put the pouch on his hand. "Buy anything you want."

Wei Wuxian smiled, he couldn't miss the opportunity to tease, it was engraved in him after all. "Hmmm, what if… what if I want to buy three jars of emperor's smile?"

"Then buy five, it's the finest liquor in Gusu."

Wei Wuxian gaped at him, wide-eyed. Both Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang were no better. "Who are you and what you did to Lan Zhan?!"

"I'm here. Unless you want me to change my mind." He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Okay, if you insist!!!" Wei Wuxian’s laugh came out almost like a giggle. "I like this new Lan Zhan very much."

As soon as he left, Lan Wangji turned towards the two left in the table, his eyes were dark now, devoid of the softness he poured only to his Wei Ying.

"I will not tolerate anyone’s intolerance towards Wei Ying, if you value your stay and reputation in the cloud recesses you better not mistreat him." He was very curt and sullen, now more than ever.

"What the fuck?!" Jiang Cheng clenched his fist, seething.

"Who do you think you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but what I can do, try me to see if I will not end your life if I need to." He said calmly, his tone long since gone cold. "And if you ever think of telling anyone about this, you will not only find yourself dead,

but your family and friends as well. Stay away from Wei Ying, I will not repeat myself."

Jiang Cheng gulped, letting his hands fall by his sides. His skin has gone ashen, devoid of color, the only expression left on his face was horror. "Whatever, Huaisang, let's go."

They both got up and left before Wei Ying came back.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, where are they?"

"Jiang Wanyin told me they were tired, so they headed back first."

"Oh, I see, let's walk back together then!" Wei Ying laughed, the way he should ever laugh, full of innocence and purity, and Lan Wangji, he would make sure to keep it that way.

"Mn."

—————

As the days passed, Wei Wuxian started to get closer and closer to him, especially because now, good part of his friends were giving him the cold shoulder, treat of Lan Wangji.

Everything seemed to be going accordingly. They were glued together most of the time, they would eat together, spar together, sit side by side in the classroom, shoulders pressed tightly against one another.

And Wei Wuxian seemed delighted by it, he loved Lan Wangji's company, he loved talking to him, playing with him, reading with him, doing the most earthly things with him. Lan Wangji was nothing like the cold jade everyone talked about, he was funny, warm and so very handsome.

Lan Wangji treated him to dinner every night, he cooked for him in the mornings, he even started to let him drink his most beloved emperor's smile every day, (hidden, of course, but still). He was so different from the Lan Wangji he first met,

it was almost like he was a totally different person.

Well, it wasn't a surprise that they became best friends so quickly.

Lan Wangji, however, had a whole course of action traced in his mind.

He avoided everything that would get Wei Ying in trouble and he planned their day ahead before anything bad could happen on specific days. He also started to plan a way to end Wen Ruohan's life before the archery contest.

He sent a letter to Wen Qing offering her the position of head doctor of the Lan Sect, promising her enough space for her to bring her whole family if she so desired. She did, and as if it was written by fate, his Wei Ying imprinted on the siblings immediately.

He pestered Wen Qing like a young brother full of energy, and she indulged and doted on him fondly. He cared for Wen Ning like a responsible older brother, always attentive, caring and kind hearted. And Wen Ning, he treated him just the same.

—————

Today, however, was going to be the day Lan Wangji would change their relationship forever.

He knew Wei Ying all too well and he loved that mischievous side he had. So when Wei Ying arrived in the library pavilion that day, Lan Wangji was ready to act.

The noise that came from Wei Ying opening the door startled a few people outside the library pavilion. Lan Wangji chuckled, getting into position and waiting patiently.

The day passed the way he remembered.

Wei Ying was oddly quiet, unusually obedient and well behaved. Until Wei Ying gave him the piece of paper he so eagerly waited.

His portrait.

He was sitting upright and reading by the window, with a vividly realistic expression on his face.

"Thank you, Wei Ying, I'll cherish it." He said, making Wei Ying gap at him.

Lan Wangji averted his gaze, intentionally leaving his Buddhist scriptures resting on the tablet before walking to the wide open window with the paper in hand.

No words were needed, he knew Wei Ying was going to replace the scripture for the spring book. He watched the horizon patiently, waiting, expecting.

The corners of his lips twitched when he saw Wei Ying through his peripheral vision.

And as he expected, the moment he sat back, took the book and flipped the page open, he was presented with naked, intertwining figures.

What Wei Ying didn't expect, at all, was the calm in which Lan Wangji sat, taking his treasured illustrated pornography book in hand

and flipping the pages casually, even humming along as he did so.

His slender fingers paused over the illustration of two men pleasuring themselves, "Interesting." Lan Wangji said simply.

Wei Wuxian's brain short circuit, his cheeks became vivid red. "Lan Zhan, what the fuck?!"

Lan Wangji met his gaze and held, brushing Wei Wuxian’s slightly dishevelled hair gently, "What's the problem? Would you like to read with me?"

"What? What do you mean? Are you crazy?"

"I am not."

"Come closer, we can at least appreciate the art together." Lan Wangji patted the cushion by his side and Wei Wuxian hesitantly walked over, sitting himself shoulder to shoulder with Lan Wangji.

He hooked his chin over Lan Wangji’s shoulder to look, gulping dry as he did so. In the book, one of the men was sucking the other's member, it was indecent and unbelievably obscene, but he seemed to be enjoying himself greatly.

Lan Wangji flipped the page again and they were faced with the same couple, but now the man that was primarily sucking the other, was now on all fours, being fucked to an inche of his life.

Wei Wuxian blushed even more, immediately turning away from him.

"Nope, nope, absolutely not."

"What so?"

"Lan Zhan, aren't you embarrassed, not even a little?!"

"Why would I be?"

"Because, because, urg, Lan Zhan!" He stuttered.

"It is normal, Wei Ying, people have sex."

Wei Ying pressed his hands to his eyes, flushing furiously. "But, but,"

"Would you like to try?" Lan Wangji rested his hand on the small of his back and Wei Ying shivered. "We can try together."

Wei Wuxian turned to look at him, dumbstruck, he looked so cute. "What... H-how?"

"Mn… we can start with… kissing."

"Kissing? Lan Zhan, that's so shameless!!"

"You were the one who brought the porn book, Wei Ying, it is only natural to explore, is it not?"

"I… I don't know…"

"You can tell me if there's something you don't like, how does that sound?" Lan Wangji leaned down, lips teasingly brushing the shell of his ear.

"Lan Zhan, we… we shouldn't…"

"Give me a good reason." Lan Wangji gripped his ponytail, slowly tipping his head back and latching his mouth on Wei Wuxian's jaw.

Wei Wuxian's eyes flew open in shock, "La—Lan z—Zhan…"

His pleadings fell on deaf ears. Lan Wangji kisses him and Wei Wuxian lost himself in it. He was only human, after all.

Lan Wangji took advantage of Wei Ying's distraction to find the back of his sash belt, his agile fingers slowly undoing it.

Wei Wuxian moaned, the unexpected sound sending a blazing heat rushing down his spine.

He looked down, satisfied to see Wei Wuxian's cute cock tending underneath his pants, so he traced it with the tip of his finger, adding a little bit of pressure on the head with his thumb.

"Lan Zhan… what are you doing?" Wei Wuxian broke the kiss, gasping for air, whining in embarrassment.

Lan Wangji only travelled further, venturing a finger near his hole through the fabric.

Wei Ying accompanied the movement with his eyes as Lan Wangji continued, hiking up his robes to his waist and pulling down his pants, exposing everything to the soft cool breeze coming from the open window.

Oh, Wei Ying was so, so beautiful, just the way he imagined he would be.

Wei Ying yelped when Lan Wangji inserted his nail inside the sweet, little slit on the tip of his cock. "Mmn… did you like that?"

"No…" Wei Ying squirmed and wiggled to break free from his hold but Lan Wangji only held him closer.

"No?"

"Ye—yes…"

"Good boy." Lan Wangji said just as his hand moved to tease the tiny hole underneath. "What about here? Do you like it when I touch you here?"

Wei Wuxian practically jumped in his grip when he heard the lewd, squelching sound of Lan Wangji's finger teasing

around his hole.

"You're so wet, Wei Ying, even if you say you don't like it, your body betrays your words." Lan Wangji checked against his neck, circling his finger around the wet ring at a slow pace, watching transfixed as a ridiculous amount of slick leaked out

of Wei Ying's hole. "So responsive, beautiful."

Lan Wangji pulled him onto his lap, Wei Wuxian's back pressed tightly against his chest. He was so warm, he smelled so good, he wanted he wanted he wanted.

"Lan Zhan, it feels weird." Wei Wuxian cried, trying to close his legs but failing miserably.

"Shhh, it is alright, it will feel good in a moment." Lan Wangji inserted the finger inside, eliciting a shuddered breath from him.

He slowly pulled it out and repeated the movement.

Wei Wuxian choked on his own moan when Lan Wangji replaced one finger for two, now both of them nailing his prostate mercilessly.

His eyebrows scrunched together when a third finger was added, his poor little cock was a deep, dark red now, begging for release.

"Do you want me to go slow?"

"No…" Wei Wuxian breathed.

Adorable, Lan Wangji thought.

Lan Wangji surged up, kissing Wei Wuxian with bruising strength.

Wei Ying's back arched sinfully, hands reaching back to grip onto his shoulders when Lan Wangji added his fourth finger,

stretching him to his maximum.

He screamed, expression crumpled in pleasure, eyebrows drawn together, red lips parted open, pink and drooling. He rolled his hips in tempo with Lan Wangji's fingers, his poor neglected cock bounced back and forth against his stomach,

leaving pretty, shiny trails of precome every time.

Lan Wangji sucked a deep mark on his collarbone, then lifted his head to kiss him deeply again.

He gasped out between kisses, toes curling at how expertly Lan Wangji touched him, "Please, please, please!"

"Please what, baobei?" Lan Wangji fucked his fingers faster inside of him, handling Wei Ying's small body like a ragdoll on his lap, limbs numb and useless from how amazing it felt.

"Wanna come, wanna come, please…" He let out a harsh cry, eyes squeezing shut as he felt closer, simmering right at the edge, ready to spill.

Lan Wangji wrapped his hand around his cock and it took him an embarrassing total of three strokes for him to come all over himself,

long and intense.

Wei Wuxian flopped his head back down onto his shoulder, panting hard against his neck.

Lan Wangji pulled back to plant soft kisses on his face. "Next time, I'm going to fuck you."

The end/

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End notes:

After that, Lan Wangji manipulates wwx into leaving the Jiang's and marrying him, Wei Wuxian is addicted to the dick so he accepts promptly.

Lan Wangji, with Wen Qing's help, poisons not only wen ruohan's drink, but his son's as well, and wzh too.

Oh, they kill Jin guanshan too, don't ask me how.

Now, my baobei's prompt

lol it was supposed to be chuckled against his neck, not checked, sorry