#DarkLanWangji
cw: Exhibitionism, public sex, voyeurism.
University AU, where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating for a few years now. They have been together since high school and now that they're both in college, people are starting to notice Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian is very naive, having not much experience when it comes to other people flirting with him, he doesn't understand that what people are doing is more than just a friendly interaction most of the time.
They are obviously flirting with him, ogling, lusting, craving for a little taste, a little piece of him.
However, Wei Wuxian loves his Lan Zhan too much to see the heart eyes he's receiving from everyone, both boys and girls alike, even some of his teachers.
He thinks those touches are friendly, a gesture of kindness and affection, he thinks they're asking him out for dinner/lunch to hang out and have fun (exclusively), he thinks they're bringing him presents because they value him as a friend, and he's happy
because he genuinely thinks he's making friends, creating ties, living his college experience to the maximum.
Lan Wangji is not that naive, no, he sees through them, he sees how they want, how they crave, how they plan, how dirty their minds are.
He know how they're circling his Wei Ying like vultures, hungry, haunting, obsessed, fighting each other for a fraction of his attention.
They try to monopolize his time, dominate his thoughts, take control of him. To them, his Wei Ying is nothing but a prey for them to feast, meat for them to consume.
And Lan Wangji? He's gonna show them all who his Wei Ying belongs to.
It's not easy, but he manages to knock them all down. He's a medical student, so getting his hands on some benadryl and chloroform was rather easy.
Hand cuffing them all inside the lecture hall was not so easy, but Lan Zhan is a man with a purpose, so he does what has to be done
He ties their feet to the chairs, he stuffs their mouths with cloth, and he waits, he just stands there, waiting for them all to wake up and watch.
———
The moonlight pools softly through the window, illuminating the wide table where his Wei Ying is tied up, soft and beautiful
He's naked, blindfolded and gasping, tied down and restrained, his pale body contrasting with the blood red ropes biting tightly against his skin.
He's a piece of art, gorgeous, a sight for sore eyes.
His position doesn't hide anything, his mouth is agape, slack in pleasure, his pretty little cock hard and straining against the soft planes of his belly, legs spread wide open, showing the obvious bruises and teeth marks covering the insides of his milky thighs and also,
the pink vibrator nestled inside his tiny hole, milking his prostate in front of dozens of eyes.
Lan Wangji's voice is uncharacteristically warm and sweet as he whispers on his ears.
"Such a good boy... can you see them? How does it feel? Do you like being watched?"
"Ye—es." Wei Wuxian breaths, mind hazy, almost on the verge of coming in the prospect of being watched.
Oh, if only he knew.
The room is quiet but Lan Wangji knows everyone is watching, transfixed, everyone is listening, attentively.
"You are the center of their attention, if only you could see, my love, how deep they're craving for a piece of you."
Wei Wuxian moans, sobbing in overstimulation as Lan Wangji gripped the base of his cock, preventing him from coming for the tenth time that night.
"Lan Zhan... Please... I need more..."
"More?" He asks, licking inside his mouth "More of what?"
"You, I need you, please, please Lan Zhan!"
Lan Wangji knew, he knew his Wei Ying needed something much larger and warmer inside of him.
He knew how to break him, how to dominate
him, only he himself could have him the way he deserved.
He smiles as he takes the dildo out, spreading the abused puckered hole for everyone to see. Wei Wuxian was a mess, sweat and tears covering his face, soaking through the dark fabric of the blindfold.
He loves how Wei Wuxian flinches when he fucks a few fingers inside, the squelching sound loud inside the room.
He feels Wei Ying trashing beautifully against his chest, overwhelmed and oversensitive as he hammers four of his fingers dead on over his most tender spot.
"Look at them, baobei, they're all seeing what a pitiful slut you are." Lan Wangji unzips his jeans and guides his cock to Wei Wuxian's hole. "Begging for cock when you can't even take a few fingers properly, you're so tight, how can you take my cock like this?"
Lan Wangji pushes forward, breaking through the ring of muscle, starting with slow, shallow thrusts before drilling into him mercilessly. "I would think you're still a virgin if I hadn't fucked you myself when you were fifteen."
Wei Wuxian screams, holding on by a thread as Lan Wangji fucks him hard and lewdly, plugging himself deep and long.
"Who do you belong to?" Lan Wangji asks as Wei Wuxian whimpers, clenching his overused hole against his dick.
"Y- you." He cries. "I belong to you."
"Good boy." He slids inside again with a fluid thrust, causing Wei Wuxian's entire body to convulse in pleasure. He watches proudly as cum oozes from his untouched, twitching cocklet.
"I'll end every single one who dares touch you, who dares think they have a chance, I'll kill every one if I need to, you're only mine, mine." Lan Wangji says, thrusting a few more times before filling him up with his hot, thick come. "You're mine."
Wei Ying slumps down, being too sex drunk to understand what's going on and simply nodding and agreeing to everything his Lan Zhan says.
The next day all his new "friends" are avoiding him and he doesn't know why, he shares this with his boyfriend and Lan Wangji simply says he's too good for them, they don't deserve him, and Wei Wuxian smiles because he's right, Lan Zhan is the only one he needs in the end.
ooff, I tried using present tense for this one but it's definitely not my style, going back to past tense in the next one haha
We're always writing about Lan Wangji's everlasting love and devotion, but what if…
What if he had killed Wei Wuxian instead?
This will be a short Brother bear AU. I'm writing as it goes, please bear with me, I'll have to pause it a few times.
tw: MCD, angst, hopeful ending.
Lan Wangji resented foxes, he hated them, not because they're spiteful creatures or something, but because they're natural hunters and they kill for fun, especially this one fox, who had the habit of breaking into his rabbit's hutch in the dead of night.
His rabbits — His mother's rabbits, they were more than pets, they were the last thing his mother had left him after her death, the last memory he had of her.
And having a fox, of all things, killing them every now and then, well, that wouldn't do.
"Once a vampire falls in love, they are bound to that love eternally."
—— ♱ ——
The clicking of his keys clattering against the paper was the only sound echoing in the room as Wei Wuxian typed on his old, well used typewriter.
Clack-clack-clack
He took a sip from his Merlot as he wrote another heartfelt line on the yellowed paper, stopping only to return the carriage to its correct place with a quiet 'ding' before continuing to write.
Clack-clack-clack
He played with the cup of wine in his hand as his eyes strayed to the red envelope on his desk.
He had received a strange invitation to a masquerade that afternoon, but not only that, the invitation stated that his presence was required at any cost.
After their little playtime in the woods and a traumatized little apple, they walked nonstop all night, unable to properly fly on Bichen because of the donkey following them a few steps behind.
In the afternoon, they mapped out the route for their next path and after some walk, they stopped in front of an inn in Hangzhou, one of the small territories around Caiyi Town.
Wei Wuxian watched outside as the villagers walked in and out of the tavern across the street,
Mo Xuanyu was sitting crosslegged on the couch, he had a mug filled with hot chocolate in one hand and his phone in the other, mindlessly checking on his instagram while Xue Yang was sitting on the other end, probably playing whichever game was his new obsession when
His long hair was a tangled, wet mess and his eyes were red and puffy and just as wet as the rest of himself. His once immaculate and carefully done eyeliner was now marred by tears, and his usually confident smirk was completely gone.