Thread by @MusicMe_tc

Someone is kissing WWX.

They seem... Desperate, judging by the way they hold his wrists to keep him from moving and found the exact moment he was wearing a blindfold while having his guard down to make a move.

(#mxtxtober Day 10: kiss)

It takes a moment too long for him to process the situation, being too overwhelmed by the feeling of those (soft) lips pressed gently and shyly against his. He can't deny it feels nice, comforting, but who is the person? And why does he not feel like he wants them to stop?

For a moment, his mind supplies the image of a certain cultivator with white, cloud-patterned robes, light colored eyes and a flower in his hands.

WWX suddenly feels his heart stop and then beat ten times faster. WHAT IS HE THINKING ABOUT?!

Just as he's about to wrestle his way out of the person's hold, they hold his wrists tighter and deepen the kiss, definitely getting a bit more forceful and desperate with each passing second.

WWX tries to move but then he stops.

Sandalwood.

His smell.

But... It can't be...

There's no way...

The person moves a little more and if WWX wasn't paying attention now, he wouldn't have felt the soft touch of the person's forehead barely pressed against his.

And... Yes. There's definitely a piece of clothing there.

A ribbon.

It all makes sense all of the sudden.

The impressive strength on this person's hold, the smell, the comfort he feels that, even in this position, he doesn't feel in danger or afraid.

He feels safe, and there's only two people in this world that make him feel this way.

He can't help it, feeling suddenly so happy and so sad at the same time, so angry with himself but also so excited with whatever is going on that, without thinking twice, he kisses back.

The person visibly stiffens when they notice, and when WWX feels the hold on his wrists relax a little, he moves forward and wraps his arms around the person's shoulders.

That broad back, that soft hair, that smell and that ribbon flowing behind them.

"Lan Zhan... /Lan Zhan/" WWX manages to whisper at last, and the person stiffens again.

There's a tentative touch on his waist, the tip of fingers gently settling on his belt before he's being fully enveloped on that strong, gentle hold.

He feels the person in his arms breath heavily, and his hands are shaking where they're pressed against WWX's back, holding his robes in fear. Of what? WWX doesn't know.

WWX removes the cloth from his eyes and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light.

He closes them as he presses his face against the person's neck.

"Wei Ying..." The person - Lan Zhan- says at last. "I- I'm so sorry."

"Stop that." He says as he tightens his hold. "Stop that..."

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

Why else would LWJ look for him with Jiang Cheng those 3 months? Why else would he have looked so relieved when he saw he was alive? Why else would he have looked in so much pain when their conversation ended so dryly that time?

WWX refused to believe LWJ could care for him, but now that he sees it all coming to place, he doesn't think he could want anything else but to keep this person by his side.

"Don't ever let me go, Lan Zhan."

For a moment there's no answer, only a hitched breath and then, he feels a drop of water sliding down the back of his neck. Then two, then three.

It beaks WWX to feel this desperation in the way LWJ's hold on his robes tighten and the full-body shake he feels.

WWX failed to notice that he could've died, he could've been completely consumed by resentful energy, and no one would've known where he ended up, and this person, this wonderful being that somehow likes him enough to break multiple rules

by kissing him senseless while blindfolded, would've been hurt by this too.

He didn't think for a second that after everything that's happened, after how much they've changed throughout the years, and especially during the war, someone like LWJ would like him.

He couldn't be more wrong though, and now he can finally see it.

"For as long as you let me, I'll never let you go, Wei Ying." LWJ whispers at last.

"Then..." He pulls himself back and feels how reluctant LWJ is to being separated.

WWX looks at LWJ properly, with his slightly disheveled hair and red lips after their intense kissing session. (He feels his face warm at the thought of that.)

How could he not look at this wonderful human being and not want to be by his side?

In his heart, he knows that's

what he's always wanted.

"I leave myself in your care, Hanguang-Jun"

"I promise to take good care of you, Wei Ying." LWJ says as he moves forward and presses his forehead against WWX's.

"I know you will, Lan Zhan."

(the end 🥰✨
Excuse the random idea that came out of nowhere just as I'm about to go to bed.
But hey! At last, I've written something on less than 1k words and without rambling too much before getting to the point, so that's good, right? 😳

Anyway, good night/day everyone! ✨)

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