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We'd roll and fall in green by x_los
Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
14 Jun 2020
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❤️We'd roll and fall in green
by x_los
Wangxianficrecs post here. (Archived, 2 works.)Oh. My. Fucking God. I am FUCKING IN LOVE and if this series doesn't continue I shall dream my own varied endings to it until the end of time, I SWEAR.
In which wwx was always a girl, lwj is confused and infatuated and incapable of expressing himself normally (so far the only thing that is different is gender *wink*). But then on a night hunt things get tense, and smex happens (*wipes away sweat and tries to calm breathing*).
AND THAT IS THE END OF WORK 2, series to be continued. I am SIGNED UP FOR THIS.
Writing is gorgeous.
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Lan Zhan did some strangely intelligible, still thing with his face that managed to communicate that a lesser man would have rolled his eyes, but that he was not a lesser man.
Wei Wuxian was enraptured with Lan Zhan's peculiar static eye-roll. So cutting! She’d have to get him to tell her how he did it. She doubted she’d be able to pull it off herself, but as a connoisseur of Lan Zhan expressions, she admitted the craftsmanship.
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And he wondered whether it meant anything that even in jest, Wei Ying had refrained from suggesting the obvious possibility: that he himself might court Jiang Yanli.
The fact was, Lan Wangji didn’t even know if he would have been free to marry Jiang Yanli if it were asked of him. If he told any of the Lan elders what had happened in the cave today, he knew without doubt that they would tell him he was married, now. Exigency or no, he’d bound their hands with his sacred ribbon before the spiritual tool, before the very person of his revered ancestress—a Clan Leader, besides. He and Wei Ying had made promises. They’d done their bows. Any element of this might have condemned them, and taken together it was akin to accidently building a house and saying that despite the floors and walls and roof and furniture it wasn’t a house at all, because you hadn’t intended to build one.
*** Some of this is fucking poetry ok ***
“Oh Lan Zhan, you’ve exhausted me,” she moaned dramatically. “Have pity on a poor ravished maiden, won’t you?”
He huffed a laugh, lying down beside her and drawing the covers over them both. He felt grown up and masculine, felt a strange, embarrassed, smug pride at having done well, having made Wei Wuxian come so whole-heartedly for him. He felt light-headed to the point of silliness. Wei Wuxian always summoned up such a contradictory symphonic riot of sentiments in him.
“I have many feelings for you. Pity is not among them.” He kissed her temple. “Sleep, Wei Ying.”