#lan wangji x reader

However, it was a con. A cruel assumption based on your origin but not your character.

It's true, the brothel is a grand portion of your life, raised by the ladies of the night yet being hidden from the real truth of their occupation.

Secrets couldn't be hidden forever especially a darling woman like yourself became the apple of clients' eyes.

No matter the price, the hostess never approved... although, she refused to miss an opportunity to make a profit.

In comes the bait-You, your role involves enchanting the eager client into partaking in the herbal tea.

You're unsure of the substance in the teacup. By observation, it smells like jade yet the color bleeds violet if it's butterfly tea.

As pretty as it seems-Madame Xiao warns you countless times, never fully explaining just saying enough to make you obey.

Fear drives away the curiosity.

-It's strong enough to knock out a man three times your size. What do you think will happen to you, my dear?-

Madam was right. Men large and small pass out all the same.

Most men often want you close yet you remain on the other side of the table. Distant and cold as you watch their Adam's apples.

-The bittersweetness slides down their throats.

One cup is enough. However, some men possess diverse palates.

"I don't like tea." The stranger whines, toying with the empty porcelain. "Got anything stronger?" His lips curl into a playful grin.

Three years. Three years of no change. Til a man draped in ebony attire with crimson accents, a handsome man paired with thick brows and a lethal jawline.

"Uh?Miss?" The man raises his brows. Your soft features charming from the moment he arrived-despite your beauty. He wasn't sure if anything was going on upstairs.... in your head.

You stumble, dumbfounded by an simple request; the steeping tea overflows the cup, saturated the table's silk cover.

The stranger's large hand slipped onto yours, taking the kettle off your hands. "Alcohol, miss?" he asked again, tilting his head up.

His limpid eyes sparkled with childish mischief.

Lan Wangji:

he is very receptive

so when he sees you and your "family", he notices something is off

since Lan Xichen is not present, Wangji takes over the role of head for awhile

so logically, your parents want to meet him and have you ask for help

when you approach him, he instantly notices how nervous you look

the first word that leaves your mouth is help

he remains stoic, not wanting to show emotions that were unnecessary

as you keep explaining to him while your family just nodded with smiles, he gets the hint

he nods and tells you to follow him along with your family

once inside, he promptly has your family held back while you are guided away somewhere safe

once your fake family was dealt with, Wangji asks you about your story and listens carefully

he claims he wants to be able to judge how to punish your kidnappers

but he honestly just wants to listen to you

because he can see it's nagging on you

and one of the many rules of his clan is to be compassionate to all

even when he struggles to do so

eventually, he just keeps them under guard and waits for his brother to return and officially deal with them

at the same time, he offers you a place at Gusu

if you accept, he would stay by your side as friend and help you cultivate for yourself

if you don't accept, he will respect that decision and wish you well on your journey

Jiang Cheng:

He was not pleased by outsiders in his clan

much less outsiders that could not even bother to speak his language

except for you

he sees how tense you look near your family, but he doesn't see it as odd

after all, he isn't much different, especially around his mother

nonetheless, he hears you out anyway

which is when you ask for help to escape your kidnappers

that instantly makes him tense up

because you're basically begging for help, looking as terrified as you could possibly be

and he knows he has to help you out

he finds a way to separate you from your kidnappers before promptly kicking them to the streets

he lets you stay at Yunmeng for the time being

while he's not that empathic to your situation, he doesn't berate you in any way

he just can't understand how you got kidnapped in the first place

doesn't understand that you didn't grow up learning martial arts

but he learns to understand eventually

he tells you to stay in Yunmeng

will argue if you try to leave

but ultimately will respect whatever you decide to do

Lan Xichen:

He is very friendly when he first meets you and your family

even though he can't speak to your family because of the language barrier

but his attitude will shift quickly when the words 'help me' leave your lips

his face will stay in that same sweet smile he always wore, but anyone who knew him well enough can see the anger in his eyes forming as you explain your situation

he will find a way to separate you from your family without making your family alarmed or suspicious

eventually, when he is able to, he asks the full story

what had happened, how you were taken and all that

he wants to make sure he knows every detail of the story

he lets you make the decision on what to do

whether you want them thrown out or maybe even punished by the Lan rules

whatever you decide, he'll listen

he'll help you out as well as he can

Jin Guangyao:

he hears of your family joining the Lanling clan's training

he can also see how uncomfortable you look among the people he assumed were your kin

while he yet has to gain power, he can't help but mingle

so, as your family is staying in the clan building, waiting for a meeting with the clan head

he approaches you, let's you tell your story

he lets you rant, he listens carefully and keeps you close

he vouches for you when you do meet with the head of the clan

watches with a smirk as your family is kicked out

he wants you to stay

will suggest it in subtle ways

won't outright ask, it has to look like your own decision

will find ways to make you more prone to choosing to stay by him

will probably call you family or something to convince you to stay

even will make you just pity him with his usual sob story

Nie Mingjue:

(don't hate me for this one)

he hears your story from one of his attendants that welcomed you and your fake family

if it does not influence him directly, he won't do much about it

(you've seen how he is regarding Meng Yao before everything goes down)

he'll keep an eye out, watch you like a hawk

but he won't step in unless necessary

it's only when he finds you crying outside the training hall that he speaks to you

his demeanor changes when you list off what happened to you after you were taken from your real family

suddenly, he is the most protective of you

almost as protective as he is over Huaisang

in his own way, of course

which means he's harsh

he once said that it was because you were too weak that you were kidnapped

later apologized after Xichen scolded him for it

or at least tried to apologize

he's not really good at them

will resort to violence if you get threatened

his saber is an extension of his arm, so who's surprised

will basically act like a giant dangerous teddy bear

It was decided by the elders of a conference between Jiang and Lan sects that would change your life forever. You, a Jiang Sect adopted member and outstanding doctor, are going to be married to Lan Wangji of the Lan Sect.

They thought that this union was a stronger connecting element between the two sects and would place law and peace in that country. Lan Qiren, of course, at first incredulous because, after all, it is you who are not a cultivator, does come around when he learns of your remarkable skills as a doctor and dancer.

You had roamed the streets as an orphan since tender childhood until the sect of Jiang took you in, nurtured you up, and gave you a sense of family. This is why, in return, you felt like you had received so much from them that you could at least go through with the arranged marriage, since it was for their wants.

Unbeknownst to you, though, this marriage brokering had not been totally one-sided to Lan Wangji. He had held a torch for you even before this marriage proposal. Wangji admired your virtues, kindness, intelligence, beauty, and your passion for helping others.

A year ago, when the water demons had poisoned the rivers in Caiyi Town, Zewu-Jun called upon your experience. With skillful concoction of herbs and plants, you developed an antitoxin and saved the townspeople. Wangji had helped you in the crisis, from which moment he fell hopelessly in love with you.

On your Chinese wedding day, you stood beside Lan Wangji dressed in traditional red and gold elaborate wedding robes. His composed stoic perception about everything cloaked a veritable mass of love for you. This was the finalization of his dreams with the woman he loves. It's a duty for you.

The ceremony is beautiful and very solemn. As you exchange vows, you catch minor glimpses of the tenderness in his eyes. His touch is gentle as he helps you with the rituals and his voice is stable as he speaks his promises. There is comfort in him for you, though you do not exactly understand what he truly feels down inside.

When married to the Lan sect, you moved into the Cloud Recesses. Your new life was started, and, soon enough, you seemed like the renown great and kind doctor among the inhabitants of Gusu and Yunmeng. You really take your work in a serious manner, treating patients with care and love. Days turn into nights, spent amidst the quiet serenity of your new home, where you heal others.

Wangji is always there, a silent guard by your side. He respects your space, never forcing you into anything. But there is undeniable chemistry between you two, an intense magnetic pull the two of you can't help. You find him watching you far too often, a pursed longing evident in his dark eyes, a shade darker with desire. He can't control himself, can't resist tendering his hands towards you, even though all the cells of his body want to touch you, make you his own.

At night, you share a bed.

The nearness is both a comfort and a torment for Wangji. He lies beside you, body rigid with restraint, eyes warm—no gaze could be more heated—in the dark. There are the times when he reaches out to touch your hair or your hand, but always thinks better of it, afraid of stepping over a certain line.

It is one night—you wake up and find him sitting up, with his back to you, moonlight lighting up his profile from the window. His breaths are heavy, his shoulders are heavy. You can see the struggle in his posture, to fight the need to keep his wants in check.

"Wangji?" you whisper, sitting up and touching his arm gently.

He slightly flinches at the light touch of your hand, but he doesn't move away. He looks at you, his eyes showing an emotion too raw—the breath is taken out of you. "I'm sorry, babe," he murmurs, his voice raw. "Did I wake you up?"

You shake your head. "It's okay. Are you alright?"

He nodded, but a storm was written in his eyes. "It's just. hard sometimes," he confides, his voice barely over a whisper. "You being right here, right next to me, and not. Never mind, go back to sleep."

You only nod, slowly, not quite understanding what he might be trying to say, but some inexplicable way feeling the great depth of the struggle. You lie back down, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Alright, Wangji," you say softly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he says, and you can't hear it at all—it's just a mumble.

You wouldn't know that his hand hesitated for a moment before landing gently on your waist, the touch light enough that you don't stir. He pulls you close but lets go when he feels you begin to wake.

The next few days will be punctuated by a steady beat of duty, patients to treat, quiet moments. You had found a place in this new life, taken comfort in the routine and beauty. Lan Wangji was firmly entrenched; his silent strength, his steadfastness—these just quietly wove into your daily existence.

Actions speak louder than words, and Wangji proved that. From your very arrival, he had looked to your comfort. He respected one's space but with the subtle ways of his, he would make one feel tended. He brings you rare herbs so that you may work them into your medicines and knows precisely what you need, without your having to ask. He watched from afar, eyes admiration-laden as you whirled around secluded gardens. He was like a shield, always close but not encroaching.

One evening, when you were in your study working studiously over a new batch of medicine, you found a small cup of tea sitting beside you. It was your very favorite blend, the one that calmed your mind and soothed your spirit after the day had grown long. You never heard Wangji enter the room at all, but there he was, making sure you were cared for.

"Thank you, Lan Wangji," you said, looking up through your lashes at him with a soft smile.

He nodded, his face serene as usual. "You've been working hard. You should take a break."

His care for your well-being touched your heart. After all, it wasn't only the tea; it was everything: knowing when you needed rest, gently reminding you to eat if you got too engrossed in your work, and being there with you during bad moments.

You found yourself taking greater and greater notice of these small courtesies. Many mornings you awoke to find a fresh flower on your bedside stand, a quiet, lovely gesture that brightened each new day. He went with you to see patients in the village. The villagers would speak of him, telling you, quite often, what a lucky woman you were to have such a considerate husband.

Although he himself seemed to be impassive, Lan Wangji's actions spoke much about his feelings than words ever could. He remembered everything, from the kind of food you like to the books you loved reading, or even the way you liked your clothes folded. It was almost as if he elected himself to know you inside and out, to look after you in all possible ways.

You were tending to a little girl with a high fever. Lan Wangji stood nearby, about to take over any moment. He did not shift his eyes from your face, trailing each of your actions—indeed—with interest and admiration, yet something more which could not be named. The girl finally fell asleep, and an overwhelming relief swept through your body.

"You did well," Wangji said softly, his voice soothing the tired soul.

You smiled back, and suddenly the warmth crept up to your chest. "I couldn't have done it without your help."

As you walked back toward the Cloud Recesses, you couldn't help but reminisce about the past few months. He had shown you more graciousness, respect, and care than you ever hoped to find in an arranged marriage. He treated you not just like his wife but as a dear person he cherished.

You had grown to rely on Wangji, to seek him out to be at his side. His happiness had become entwined with yours. You closed your eyes, letting the coolness of the night air fill into your lungs. 

Was it that you were falling in love with him? The thought lingered, a whisper to your mind.

You thought of the touch—how, at times, his hand brushed yours, sending shivers down your spine. You thought of his eyes—how soft they were when he was looking at you, full of an emotion that now makes sense: love.

You had been so consumed by your duty, being the wife the Jiang sect wanted you to be, that you had never truly allowed yourself to see Wangji. But now, walking home here through the night, he's as clear as crystal. You see a man who gave his heart to you a long, long time ago, before you ever realized it.

This feeling found a place within you right away as the days passed. You started looking for his presence even more, searching ways in which you might be able to stay with Wangji just a little while longer. You sat somewhat longer than usual when you shared meals with him, and you relished in the serenity of such camaraderie. You would watch him exercise with the sword—his grace and skill blended so eloquently together in the form.

You'd find excuses to touch him, a hand on his arm, or a casual brush of your fingers against his.

One evening, as you were sitting beside the lotus pool, a wave of serenity seemed to wash over you. High above, a hanged silver light from itself was hanging in the moon to bathe in the water. Wangji sat beside you, his presence balm to the soul. Your gaze then fell on him, and your heart felt emotions which could no longer remain hidden.

"Wangji," you said softly, the weight of realization making your voice tremble a little. "Thank you for everything you do for me."

Turning toward you, his eyes seemed to deepen with the same profound and steadfast emotion. "You don't have to thank me," he replied. "It's my honor to be able to care for you."

You smiled, and it crept up on you all the way up to your chest. "I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it. And that. I care for you too."

It was the closest you'd ever come to a confession, but it felt right. You didn't need to say the words flat-out; it was there in your eyes, in the way you looked at him. And as he reached out to take your hand in his, you knew that he understood. What you felt for him was returned in his eyes: a silent, beautiful promise of what was to be.

You realized that love had grown silently, increment by increment, binding these two together. And now, sitting next to each other under the moon, it was full—complete in a way you'd never known. You didn't have to force a confession. You didn't have to rush. Your love was so patient, so kind, and it would develop at its own pace.

For now, it was enough to be simply sitting next to Wangji, your hand in his, and know that you are loved and cherished in a way which one had never thought possible.

After such a day, the doing of treatments, you would be inclined to draw to Wangji's Jingshi—one object of more curiosity than any other. Withdrawn, reclusive, he would retreat there to play his qin. The sweet strains had to be a balm to his spirit, and although he could not possibly know it, to yours as well. The notes carrying his emotions, each one a whisper of his thoughts and feelings.

You and Wangji both had separate rooms, but occasionally Wangji had to pop into his private room to monkey around.

Tonight his guqin melody already had reached out to you even before you had time to get in yourself. Of a different kind, it was hauntingly beautiful and full of longing; he paused at the door, listening to it call—that tune was of such a complexity that it was as if the music were beckoning him, drawing him—until, before he knows it, he had already stepped in.

Wangji had turned his back completely towards the door, not minding the least bit about it. His attention was all on what was spread in front of him. His fingers flitted over strings with seasoned, graceful movements, pulling notes out of them to create a tune that enveloped you like material for the warmest blanket. You closed your eyes as it began to fill you to the core. Slowly, your feet became so responsive to the beat of the melody.

And in next to no time, you were dancing your steps conceived from liquid grace. Every step a vent to the churning feelings inside you—the adoration and thankfulness toward one person, a new burgeoning love which you had only tried to figure out. Your body got into movement with the music, and every move had a silent talk with Wangji's soul.

You opened your eyes to meet Wangji's gaze, a smile on your face. His eyes had that feeling of overwhelming emotion—powerful, in a way that quite literally took your breath away. The music consoled your ears, but just for a moment; it was the touch that brought you back. Raw, unspoken desires, the sense of longing—all this was mirrored in his gaze, together with reflections of your own.

It's as if the walls of the room started closing in on you and the air became such that it was electric. You continued dancing, each movement more sensuous and premeditated than the previous one, propelled by something churning up inside you that needed to work out feelings that you just couldn't put into words yet. His eyes followed every sway and turn, ravenous, darkening with hunger. ANALYSIS.

And the music faltered, and that final note hung suspended in the air like a whispered secret. You stood breathing hard and flushed, chest heaving up and down with the exertion and the intensity of your emotions. Then, slowly, he rose from that chair, his gaze never leaving yours. There was a timeless moment, one of serene, breathlessly loud silence.

Then, with a single, fluid motion, he crossed that distance. His hands found you: one at the small of your back, the other cupping your cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but in his eyes there was fire belied by the tenderness of his grip.

Before you could possibly react, he brought his lips down to a kiss in such a way that utterly took your breath away. It was not a soft, tentative kiss, but more of the hungry, desperate kind; full of passion that had been building for such a long time. Your hands eventually reached his shoulders, where they locked in the perfect position as you kissed him with equal fervour.

His lips moved on yours, hot and insistent, his tongue plunging into your mouth. You opened further and let him in, and he explored your mouth with a thoroughness that left you light-headed. So heady, so fresh, with a tang of something uniquely Wangji. You answered with the same thoroughness, your tongues battling for the deepest, most passionate kiss with each dip.

The world outside ceased to exist. There was only Wangji—his hands at your waist, one arm tight around your shoulders, holding you closer, his body against yours, his mouth claiming yours with a fierce possessiveness. You could feel the warmth of him. Even now you could feel the muscles of his back tightly bunched as he reined himself in.

Your hands slipped over his back, feeling the muscles play under his robes. Every contact was a fresh spark of desire that rocketed inside, raising the flames even higher with each passing second. You two breathed almost roughly, gasping for air but not letting go off the kiss.

The press of his body blended against yours, while the hard-on of his desire was hard and urgent on your belly. Wangji's hands moved: one slid up, tangling within your hair, tilting your head back to increase the kiss; the other skimmed down to your hip, holding you firmly against him.

You whimpered into his mouth, the sound being swallowed by his kiss. In your soul echoed that same need that had been echoing in his, a craving since that first day he had stepped into your life. His kisses grew more insistent, more demanding as his lips trailed down to your jaw, moving across to your neck, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Just as his mouth descended again to yours, you heard the familiar, distinct noise of footsteps. Wangji went rigid, pulling away, his breath ragged. In his eyes now, you could see the struggle—the need to be in control of himself, of this, was locked in a fight with the desire to keep going.

"Zewu-Jun is coming," he whispered huskily, passion still barely leashed within him.

You nodded back, breathing just as incoherently as your torturer. You both had been disheveled; when he pulled back, his lips were swollen, tingling, and the kiss had deepened in its ferocity. When Wangji pulled back, you could see the effort it took for him to regain his composure.

The door opened to Jingshi and Zewu-Jun ground his way in, his serene features belay any suggestion of knowing precisely that which he interrupted.

"Wangji there's something I have to talk to you about," he said as smooth as always.

Wangji nodded his head, his eyes flicking across your shoulderblade for a second too long before he turned around with his brother. "Of course, Zewu-Jun," he replied; the inflection within his voice was surprisingly flat.

You dressed very much in a hurry and tried to be cold and indifferent, though unsuccessfully; you could not help the sensation of warmth, reminding you mercilessly of the passion that flared up between you two. Hardly had Zewu-Jun opened his mouth when your heart was already in your hands, and you excused yourself by walking away.

The Fifth Ruler As you returned to your own rooms, you paced back and forth with a thousand different thoughts whirling around inside your head. That had been the most impulsive, intense, and somehow, unsatisfying kiss you had ever experienced.

Your hand traveled to your lips, the effect of Wangji's mouth upon yours clearly felt, though he had long gone. Just the memory of his hands on your body, his breath mingling with yours, was enough to make your knees give way.

It was an uncommonly chilly night; the moon seemed to hang so very low, almost within a touching distance; it glittered with silvery light, charm issuing forth that would usually bring peace and serenity. But tonight it ceased to—turns and turns of juniors returned from a night hunt, battered and bruised. You had been tending to them for hours, making sure that their hurts were cleaned and treated properly. The injuries ranged from bad lacerations to some to sprained ankles and one boy poisoned by a particularly nasty beast.

The minor had made your hands work some ten hours on your days off at the hospital. Your hands knew what to do almost automatically, for years of practice. Though the fatigue had stayed inside you, you had given every single junior that same anonymous kind of care, and the same kind of really listening to the comfort words, as you worked. The juniors felt so grateful; it was in their eyes, their trust. It was these kinds of moments that reminded you why you loved being a healer.

"Thank you, milady," the junior pipe spoke up, his voice a little weak. "We wouldn't know what we'd do without you."

You gave him a gentle smile back and a reassuring pat on the arm. "Just rest. You'll be all right soon."

With the last of your juniors finally asleep, you packed your belongings together and slipped from their chambers. Walking back to your own quarters felt both too long and silent, the chill in the night air sinking through every part of your body like pins and needles. You were so tired it seemed like every muscle was sore from working so hard. All you wanted was to crawl into that bed, to just let yourself get lost in sleep's warmth and comfort.

Wangji was sitting before the window, not plucking his guqin. His face looked indecipherable as he continued to look out into the dark night. The silence in the room felt more oppressive than ever. Some kind of mood hung low in the air; it was anger.

"Wangji," you spoke softly, trying to read his mind. "I am sorry that I am late. The juniors needed my help."

He slowly turned to face you, and all of a sudden, his eyes were intense and dark. You felt the anger boiling within; it took you by surprise. You hardly had much chance to react before he was on his feet, taking a few long strides across the room silently.

"Wangji?" you repeated, hearing your voice shake slightly. "What? What's wrong?"

He said nothing, but instead he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the bed. The sudden actions got him your heart racing; every thought in your mind was about confusion with a touch of fear. He pinned you down on that bed space, bracketing your head between his hands, his body hovering over yours.

"How could you?" he rasped.

Blinking up at him, you were completely puzzled. "How could I do that?"

"Not a damn thing," he spat, his eyes blazing. "You were a part of me, meant to be here with me— not out there."

It was as though he had slapped you in the face with his very words. You had never seen him like this before, so infuriated with anger. "But the juniors needed me," you tried to make out with a shaky voice. "They were these really minor things, but they were hurt. I just couldn't leave them."

"Do you have any idea how much I wanted you here?" he says. "How much I needed you?"

JUST THEN BEFORE you could answer, his lips crashed to yours in a hot, demanding kiss. Nothing gentle in that—it was hot, his mouth insistent, forcing his tongue past your lips in attempts to claim every corner of your mouth. A raw, desperate hunger swirled inside the kiss, leaving you breathless and dizzy.

You pushed at his chest, but he wasn't going to move. Fingers burrowed into your hair, holding you, as he went on consuming your mouth. Wildness—that's what you'd call his kiss. Wildness and desperation, born of a deep, unfulfilled need.

"Wangji," you gasped as he finally pushed away, his breath hot against your lips. "Please, I don't understand."

His eyes darkened to the color of the storm, his breath still coming in harsh, uneven gasps. "Don't you get it?" he repeated, his tone biting. "I love you. I've loved you since day one. And yet, you keep holding yourself away."

And you sat there, mute, the confession leaving you winded and your mind reeling. Somehow you have to have known that he actually kind of cared about you; there was a bond between you two, but you'd never actually even thought it could be this much. "Wangji," you began, voice shaking. "I didn't know…"

"Of course you didn't," he snapped one more time, his anger flaring anew. "You're too busy caring for everyone else that you don't see what's right in front of you." The words cut deep—a little stinging truth you didn't care to admit. So much into your responsibilities—into carrying out your duties—yet down below, you'd forgotten, not realized, that such a mistake to continue was the most important thing to nurture now: your relationship with Wangji.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."

His expression softened; the anger in his eyes gave way for deep, aching sorrow. "I know," he said quietly. "It doesn't change that I need you, that I need you here, beside me."

He kissed her again, though with only the slightest gentler manner. His lips brushed away with hers, his tongue twining with hers in an exploration that ached her heart. It was such a pleading kiss, desperate at best, just for you to see him, just to understand that he needed you.

You kissed him back; your hands moved to his shoulders as you pulled him closer. You'd kissed him with all the emotion pent up inside—that of your regret, longing, emerging love for him. You wanted him to feel what you had never managed to say.

And it wasn't until he finally pulled back, brow resting achingly against the top of yours, breath mingling with yours in the nighttime quiet that he got a word in edgewise. "I'm sorry—" he whispered, voice raw with emotion, "I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head; your hands, soft against his cheeks, mouthed, "It's okay. I needed to hear it. I needed to understand."

Wangji's eyes were pleading as they searched yours, and the anger and frustration left in the last broken shards began to melt, replaced by something ten times deeper: tenderness. He lightly brushed away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek with his thumb. The touch was as soft as a whisper.

"Come," he murmured, his voice still thick with emotion. "You need rest."

He now turned towards you, his arms reaching out, to surround your body. That touched gesture loosened all those things coiled inside you, gradually feeling the heat of his body. He held you close, you could lay your head against his chest, to listen to the steady, thumping rhythm of his heartbeat, peaceful, bringing you in and out of presence.

Wangji's arms tightened around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I've missed this," he confessed in a whisper. "Holding you, knowing you're here with me."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I've missed it too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The room was quiet now, save for the sounds of your slow breaths that seemed to be conjoined, as both of you relaxed. He drew idle patterns on your back with his fingers, each spreading some wave of perturbation. The emotional storm of the evening had seemed to pass, leaving vague peace and understanding.

"Thanks for being patient with me," you mumbled, finally having the urge to end the silence. "I know I can be a handful at times."

Almost imperceptibly, Wangji's grip on you tightened, his breath gusting warm currents through your hair. "There are times you are not difficult," he refuted finally. "You are kind and selfless. I look up to that side of you. I just… I need you to remember that I'm here too. That I need you just as much as you need me."

You nodded, feeling a welter of love and thankfulness swell inside your heart. "Very well, then. I'll try, I'll really try to do right," you said, with all sincerity current in your tone.

He kissed the top of your head again, lips lingering there for a bit. "That's all I ask."

You both lie idle in silence for some time, the weight of the night's revelations pressing down into the comfortable stillness. His breathing deepened and grew rhythmic as the midnight progressed, and you could feel yourself drifting further toward sleep, the warmth of his embrace lulling you into calm.

From the day you became his wife, you have referred to him either as HanGuang-Jun or Lan Wangji, but never once as Lan Zhan. Thus, every time you says those titles with such respect and love, some soft corner in Lan Wangji prays that one day you will call him by his birth name, for Lan Zhan bears not only familial association but also the closeness which he wishes to share with you.

It is a quiet evening in the Cloud Recesses when the event that drums up Wangji's jealousy occurs. Zewu-Jun Lan Xichen has come by to see you on some business—some older brother so dear to Wangji. You meet him warmly, your eyes shining bright with deference for the sect leader who has always been kind to you.

"Lan Xichen," you say, using Zewu-Jun's courtesy name as you converse. Wangji feels a pang of jealousy beside you. Zewu-Jun notices the tension in Wangji's posture, the slight tightening around his eyes.

"Ah, forgive me, HanGuang-Jun," Zewu-Jun says, addressing Wangji with a knowing smile. "I hope I'm not intruding. It's just that I've always wondered…"

He turns to you, his expression soft. "Would you mind, just once, calling me Lan Huan? It would mean much to me."

You cast your eyes over to Wangji, noticing a faint air of discomfort in his manner. But you smile graciously anyway. "Of course, Lan Huan," you agree, your voice softly polite.

Wangji feels a twist of jealousy mixed with admiration at the grace with which you handle the situation. He is well aware that you hold both tradition and seniority in deep regard, and so have never called him Lan Zhan as he occasionally requests, yet now, looking at you calling Zewu-Jun by his birth name, wonders if you will ever feel comfortable enough to do the same for him.

Later that night, as you are preparing for bed in the stillness of your chambers, Wangji sits beside you. His expression is thoughtful, his fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of his robes.

"May I ask you something, {Y/n}?" he begins with a low murmur that somehow manages to fill the space between you.

You turn to him, your eyes meeting his affectionately. "Of course, Wangji."

He looks silent for a moment, aggregating what he wants to say. "You called Zewu-Jun by his birth name tonight," he says again, his tone still cautious so as not to be too accusatory. "Yet, you still called me HanGuang-Jun, or Lan Wangji."

You tilt your head just a little; his words weigh heavily. "Yes, I did," you answer softly. "It felt right in the moment, considering his request."

Wangji nods. His gaze drops down to his hands in his lap. "I have asked you before to call me Lan Zhan," he says, voice barely above a whisper.

You reach out a hand and place it on his arm, very gently. "Wangji, it's not that I don't want to," you assure him, your voice serious. "It is out of respect, for tradition and the roles that we hold."

He looks up at you, his eyes finding your own in search of understanding. "I see," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "But sometimes, I wish. I wish to hear you say my name as I long to say yours."

You meet the intensity of Lan Wangji's gaze, his plea for understanding that much closer to your soul. Much as he had, with a pained expression, wished to hear his name from your lips, you are held by tradition and the roles you share.

"Wangji," you start off gently, your tone filled with affection. "I understand your desire, but calling you by your birth name…"

Just before you could finish the sentence, Wangji's expression changed. His eyes clouded with longing and frustration together. He remained silent, standing up suddenly, the sudden gesture of his hand clutching yours as he followed him out of your chambers.

He walks you through the silent halls of the Cloud Recesses until you enter the library pavilion. Inside, Wangji closes the door behind you, the soft click echoing loud in the silence.

Wangji gently but firmly pins you to the shelves with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes bore into yours, seeking out any flash of resistance or hesitation.

"Wangji," you begin, soft and uncertain in your tone.

But before you can say more, his lips come crashing down onto yours in a ravenous, passionate kiss. The intensity of his desire catches you off guard, and for a moment you're lost to the heat of his embrace.

He kissed you with such passion, his hands moving up to cup your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. Each caress and stroke seemed to communicate how much pent-up longing he'd had and how much he felt for you.

It is only when the sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears that Wangji reluctantly pulls away. His breath is heavy; his forehead leans against yours as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Wangji." you breathe out softly.

He raises his head, his gaze falling on yours with an intense, unblinking stare. "From now on," he says, his voice so low and infiltrated with possession, "any time you call me by my courtesy name or title name will mean punishment for you."

You feel the jolt in your heart at his words, clueless to what he is driving at.

His lips curve into a small, determined smile. "With a kiss," he specifies, his tone allowing no room for argument.

You blink, trying to process his declaration. "But."

"No buts," he interrupts softly but firmly. "Either you call me by my birth name, Lan Zhan, or you will receive my kisses as punishment."

He leans in again, his lips brushing lightly against yours, a silent promise of what's to come if you don't comply.

And as promised, from that day onwards, every time your tongue slips and you call him HanGuang-Jun or Lan Wangji in formal and casual situations, Wangji makes good on his promise. The kisses are a punishment—a sweet, lingering consequence that has you gasping and begging for more.

Be it in the privacy of your chambers, in the middle of formal meetings, amidst the curious gazes of juniors, or the knowing smiles of elders, Wangji claims his right to your lips with a passion that speaks of his love and possessiveness.

𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒::

The atmosphere in the grand hall of the Cloud Recesses was hushed and formal, intense discussions between sect leaders and their disciples.

You were seated beside Lan Wangji, who sat at the head of the table, maintaining his usual poise as all manner of things were debated. You found yourself drawn into the conversation, piping up to support one of Wangji's proposals.

""I think HanGuang-Jun's idea is rather cautious," you said, and your voice resounded across the room.

The statement hung a little while in the air. A look from every person was on you at that time. Wangji's lips quirked a bit; his eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at you. Feeling that silent current, he stood, gracefulness personified, from his seat and walked towards you.

"{Y/n}," he said softly, his gaze tender yet firm as he leaned in. A really very brief, chaste kiss he placed upon your lips—a subtle reminder to you and for the people surrounding you marking the intimacy which held you together.

"Lan Zhan," he whispered low, returning to sit.

𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜::

The gardens of Gusu were serene, tinged by the weak tones of twilight. Both you and Lan Wangji strolled along wandering paths with the fragrance of flowers in bloom hanging in the air. You had been deeply engaged in discussing medicinal herbs with him, but then, mistakenly, you addressed him by his courtesy name. "Lan Wangji, have you looked at these new herbs?" you exclaimed with great curiosity.

Wangji paused, his steps faltering for a moment as he regarded you with a soft smile. His hand reached out to touch lightly at yours, a gesture of understanding and affection that was silent.

"Next time," he said, low-voiced, his gaze warm as he leaned in to press a kiss against your cheek. "Call me Lan Zhan."

𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒::

Amidst the lantern-lit festivities of a sect celebration, you and Lan Wangji mingled among fellow cultivators, exchanging pleasantries and enjoying the lively atmosphere. Caught up in the joyous mood, you turned to Wangji with a grateful smile.

"Thank you for bringing me here, HanGuang-Jun," you said warmly.

His hand found yours amidst the crowd, guiding you gently away to a quieter corner where the lanterns cast a gentle glow. Wangji's eyes softened as he looked at you, his voice soft yet firm.

"Here," he murmured, his breath brushing against your ear, "call me Lan Zhan."

𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇::

Alone in the tranquil seclusion of your own quarters at the Cloud Recesses, you and Lan Wangji enjoyed a precious bit of downtime from your busy schedules. Still speaking with one another, you teased him lightly about the almost unyielding appearance his face often took.

"HanGuang-Jun, aren't you very silent today? " you said, your expression a playful one, your eyes laughing.

Wangji's corrected expression softened a little, and a decanted amusement flickered in his eyes as he closed the gap between you. His hand gently lifted up your chin, the touch tender but a firm hold that would keep you from looking away.

"Perhaps," he said softly, his voice like a gentle murmur, "I'm waiting to hear you say my name properly."

He dipped his lips to yours, the kiss speaking of a bond deepening between them. His lips, in the hushed tones of your chambers, spoke silent words of their own—a promise of love that defied expression by word.

𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒::

The crisp morning air filled the training grounds of the Cloud Recesses as you and Lan Wangji engaged in a sparring session.

Sweat glistened on your skin as you exchanged swift movements and practiced strikes, fully immersed in the intensity of your training.

"Watch out, HanGuang-Jun!" you called out.

Wangji's movements paused briefly at your words, a flicker of amusement crossing his features before he swiftly closed the gap between you. With practiced skill, he gently pinned you down, his gaze meeting yours with such intensity.

"You need more focus," he remarked quietly. "Call me Lan Zhan."

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It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of desire, his once-controlled restraint giving way to an intoxicating greed. The layers of y/n's hanfu became the embodiment of his yearning, a metaphorical barrier that begged to be stripped away. With a mixture of urgency and reverence, his fingers sought the hidden clasps and ties, unveiling her form layer by layer.

The unveiling was a ritualistic unveiling of not just clothing, but of inhibitions, of doubts, of fears. Each piece that fell away was a testament to their shared vulnerability, a surrender to the emotions that had been building between them. The silk and satin cascaded to the floor, leaving her bared to his adoring gaze, a masterpiece of curves and contours that he had longed to explore.

As the last layer of fabric surrendered its hold, their connection became an unbreakable thread, woven from the strands of their souls. Their gaze locked, and in that shared moment, there was no room for shame or hesitation. Only the raw, unadulterated truth of their desires, a truth that beckoned them closer, binding them in a dance of fervent love and insatiable lust.

With a hunger that resonated deep within his core, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her delicate skin, igniting a trail of fire that coursed through her veins. His touch was a symphony of sensations, each note played upon the canvas of her being. Tenderly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto her bosom, a shrine of her femininity that beckoned to be worshiped.

He planted kisses like delicate blossoms upon her breasts, his lips bestowing a devotion that knew no bounds. His mouth explored every contour, every rise and fall, as if seeking to etch her essence into his very memory. Her breath quickened, a melody of desire escaping her lips, a sweet chorus of pleasure and longing.

"Wangji," her voice trembled, a melodic plea that hung in the air, woven with vulnerability and anticipation. "It's not fair," she whispered, her voice a soft caress, "I stand bare before you while you remain adorned in yours."

A commanding gentleness lingered in his gaze, his eyes ablaze with a possessive ardor that bespoke his longing. "No," he asserted, his voice a resonant echo of dominance, "You are mine."

As if guided by an irresistible force, his ardency deepened, his fervor leaving behind an indelible mark. His lips, now on a passionate quest, journeyed southward, bestowing fervent kisses that ignited flames of pleasure. With a deliberate hunger, he tasted her skin, teeth grazing against the peaks of her desires, leaving imprints of his ardor in their wake.

A symphony of sensations enveloped her as he ventured further, his lips descending like raindrops on parched earth. Her neck, that slender bridge between body and soul, became a canvas for his fervent artistry. His tongue danced upon her skin, tracing intricate patterns that spiraled into a crescendo of ecstasy, each movement a testament to his unquenchable yearning.

"Say it," his voice was a whisper, an enchanting spell woven into the fabric of their shared passion.

A quiver of pleasure escaped her lips, a harmonious response to the crescendo of sensations that his touch elicited. "I'm yours," she moaned, the words a surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her, an admission of her heart's deepest longing.

Embraced within the cocoon of their desire, he cradled her in his arms, their connection transcending the boundaries of the physical. The bed received their fervent devotion. With a deliberate tenderness, he bound her wrists together.

Blindfolded with the ribbon that adorned his forehead, she surrendered herself to him, her vulnerability a testament to the trust that flowed between them. Stripped of physical coverings, she stood bared not only in body but also in the profound vulnerability of her heart, a canvas upon which he painted his love. Wangji," she murmured, a soft pout gracing her lips as her doe-like eyes were veiled beneath the silk embrace of a forehead ribbon. A ribbon that concealed her vision yet unveiled the deepest recesses of her yearning heart.

A flicker of something in his gaze, a smoldering ember of want, stirred as he corrected her, voice low and commanding, "Address me as Hanguang-jun." The words dripped from his lips with a potency that resonated through the room, a command as much as a declaration of his dominance. His hand moved with purpose, tightening the ribbon gently but firmly, ensuring that her sight remained shrouded, her sense of sight relinquished to the whims of the unknown.

Yet, his gaze lingered upon her form, tracing the contours of her body with a fervor that bespoke of an unquenchable thirst. The layers of his hanfu, once a symbol of restraint, now transformed into tools of seduction, fell away like the petals of a forbidden flower. Each fold revealed a glimpse of his taut, sculpted physique, each bared inch a declaration of his intent to unravel not just her clothing but her very inhibitions.

Their hunger for each other was palpable, an electric current that surged through the air, leaving no space for inhibition. As he gazed into her eyes, a primal fire ignited, consuming every rational thought and kindling the flames of their most forbidden fantasies as she licked his cock.

The tug of her hair sent a shiver down her spine, a prelude to the intense sensation that was to follow. Her breath hitched as a mixture of anticipation and excitement swirled within her, a storm of emotions that mirrored the tempestuous passion building between them.

As the crescendo of their fervent embrace approached its zenith, he surrendered to the intoxicating tide that surged within him. A guttural moan escaped his lips, a testament to the building storm of ecstasy that could no longer be contained. With a primal urgency, he released the essence of his desire, a molten offering that spilled forth and cascaded into her waiting mouth.

Her lips enclosed him in a fervent embrace, a willing vessel for his ardor. The taste of him was a heady cocktail of passion and submission, a sensation that seared itself into her senses and left her craving more. The flicker of hesitation was swiftly consumed by the flames of her own burgeoning appetite, and she drank him in with an eagerness that mirrored his own unrestrained yearning.

His gaze, heavy-lidded with a hunger that could not be denied, locked onto her. It was a gaze that stripped away all pretense, baring the raw intensity of his desire for her. As her struggle to accommodate the intensity of his offering became evident, a surge of possessive pleasure coursed through him, igniting the smoldering embers of dominance that lay just beneath the surface.

She quivered, a mix of sensations coursing through her as she battled to fully embrace the potent intimacy of their connection. "Too much!" she managed to gasp, the words a mixture of surrender and defiance. The vulnerability in her voice only served to stoke the fires of his lust, reaffirming his grasp on the reins of their shared passion.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. "You can keep going," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that held a command she couldn't resist. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she felt his firm hand against her head, a directive that propelled her to take him deeper once more.

With a controlled release, Lan Wangji relinquished his grip on her head, a silent signal of the transition from one layer of their connection to another. As his fingers tenderly guided her hands to encircle his neck, they embarked on a journey of shared intensity that would etch its memory into their very souls.

Her touch, tentative yet determined, conveyed a yearning that mirrored his own. With a surge of fervor, he surged forward, allowing the entirety of his arousal to claim her with a force that bordered on the primal. The initial sensation of his entry was an electric shock that rippled through her, setting her nerves ablaze and erasing the line between pleasure and aching need.

The rhythm they established of desire, a primal cadence that echoed the tempo of their racing hearts. His thrusts were a potent blend of dominance and intimacy, each movement a declaration of his ownership of the moment, of her very being. The sensation of him pushing in and out, a carnal ebb and flow, was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of the depths to which they were willing to descend in their pursuit of the ultimate ecstasy.

With every powerful thrust, her body responded in kind, a dance of submission and voracious craving that left her senses reeling. Her eyes fluttered and then rolled back, a visual testament to the waves of sensation that coursed through her, leaving her breathless and teetering on the precipice of something sublime. Beads of sweat traced erratic paths down her forehead, glistening like precious jewels in the ambient light, a testament to the fervor that consumed them both.

A moan, deep and fervent, spilled from her lips, the syllables a mixture of plea and surrender. "Please," she gasped, her voice laden with a desperate need that held an unspoken promise of release. The sheer vulnerability of her plea was met with a sly chuckle, his voice a dark velvet that cut through the air like a dagger of desire. "Use your words," he goaded.

The plea for release hung in the air like an unspoken promise, a crescendo of need that defied the constraints of language. And in response to her fervent appeal, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her tear-stained cheeks. The taste of her salty tears was mingled with the taste of their shared desire, a heady cocktail that threatened to unravel them both. "Together," he murmured, his words a whispered command that ignited a surge of anticipation within her.

As their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, the culmination of their fervor loomed on the horizon, a climax that held the promise of release and fulfillment.

"No more," y/n whimpered, her plea laced with desire and urgency, her body quivering from the lingering waves of climax that had just washed over her.

As his eyes met hers, smoldering with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, he leaned in with deliberate intent. His body pressed against hers, his hardness finding its way back to her warmth. The moment their flesh met, an electric jolt of anticipation coursed through her, igniting embers that had never truly extinguished. She was a willing captive in his embrace, yearning for more of the exquisite agony and pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon her.

With a commanding yet achingly tender hold, Lan Wangji guided her movements, their bodies were in a synchronized rhythm of desire. He claimed her lips in a kiss that was as fierce as it was intoxicating. His lips moved against hers with a controlled urgency, and his tongue danced with hers, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from deep within her core.

Her gasp was swallowed by the voracious kiss, and in the midst of their passion, his lips traced a fiery path down her neck, leaving a trail of bites and nips that marked her as his. The mixture of pleasure and pain was an intoxicating elixir, heightening every sensation and melding their souls together in a way that was both primal and profound.

With each rhythmic thrust, the ache between her legs intensified, the boundaries between agony and ecstasy blurred into an exquisite fusion. Lan Wangji's skilled hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve ending with their possessive touch. He was her tormentor and her savior, the architect of her deepest desires and the sculptor of her most intense pleasure.

As their bodies moved in unison, a symphony of moans and gasps painted the air, a testament to the passion that bound them. In this timeless moment, y/n existed solely in the realm of sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the symphony of touch, taste, scent, and sound that enveloped her.

Their bodies glistening with the aftermath of their shared passions, y/n and Lan Wangji found solace in each other's arms, their bare forms pressed close in an intimate embrace. The air was thick with the heady scent of their desires, a tangible reminder of the boundaries they had crossed.

As the hushed moments passed, y/n's voice emerged, a delicate murmur that cut through the lingering traces of their shared ardor. "A-zhan," she breathed, her tone a mixture of wonder and uncertainty, "Do you realize the path you chose? Is it not forbidden for a master and servant to share such a connection, to be so intimately intertwined, especially between a maid like myself and a person of your status?"

Lan Wangji, his gaze soft yet resolute, responded with a gesture that transcended words. His hand reached out, gentle fingers entwining with hers, guiding her touch to the silken ribbon that adorned his forehead. It was a symbol of him choosing her as his wife. 

As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a silent message passed between them, a declaration that defied societal norms and echoed with the depth of his emotions. He was claiming her as more than just a servant, more than just a passing desire. He was acknowledging her as a cherished part of his world, a connection that went beyond the constraints of their roles.

Tears welled in y/n's eyes, shimmering with a mixture of emotions too profound to contain. His lips, tender and compassionate, brushed against her cheeks, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. Each kiss was a soothing balm, a promise that he would wipe away not only her tears but also any doubts that clouded her heart.

With delicate reverence, his lips trailed a path from her cheeks to her neck, a journey that resonated with both tenderness and fervor. The sensations rippled through her, awakening the embers of desire that lay dormant within her once again. The space they occupied became a sanctuary of shared longing, where every touch, every sigh, was a testament to their unspoken bond.

"Zewu Jun, Shifu is calling you urgently," Wangji said. "Well, I was walking Ln Guniya back to her chambers-" Zewu Jun tried to speak, but was interrupted by Wangji "I'll do it" he said. A look at Wangji made you blush, you couldn't help but ogle as he spoke, his perfectly well carved face, his broad shoulders, his hair tied perfectly with his forehead ribbon. You were so lost you didn't notice when they were done talking and only realised when he had already walked away.

"Let's go" Wangji said calmly and walked away, in long strides, it was only when he noticed your struggle to keep up that he slowed down. "Wangji Xiong, did you get you read that book I gave you the last time I came?" You asked as you matched pace. "Mn" he said, "I heard you enjoy reading poems, so I got that one for you" you said smiling to be able to spend time with him. But, he didn't reply, you found it strange and stopped. Generally, Lan Zhan tries his best to always converse with you by saying a word or two here and there, especially when you two speak about books. Suddenly a thought hits you. "Wangji Xiong?" You called and followed behind him again but he didn't stop, "Oi, Wangji"you called again and he didn't stop. "Lan Zhan!" You finally called him and he stopped. You mentally thanked the heavens that there was nobody around. He looked straight at you and you asked "Are you angry with me?". "Mn" he said, turning to restart walking, now it's your turn to get angry so you do the best thought that comes to your mind, you use your brother's binding talisman and catch his left wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "Lan Wangji, you can't just say Mn and walk away. That's not how things work, why are you even angry? I arrived yesterday and was in a class with Zewu Jun the whole morning" you said. "Reason" he simply said, "What? Because I was with Zenu Jun?" You repeated and he looked away and said "Mn" he responded. "You're really testing my patience here. Wangji, why would you be angry because I was with Zewu Jun, he is your brother" he said. "Can't stay close to Zewu Jun" he said, and it seriously frustrated you. Why would he say that? He has never reacted to your romantical advances. He always retracted his hand if you placed yours even a little close to his, he has never invited you to meals or even tea, he never even sits beside you during meals, he has made it clear that he isn't romantically interested in you so why? It's not like you were hitting on Zewu Jun. "You really frustrate me Lan Wangji" you said and walked away. 

"How can he be so insensitive like this?'' You spoke to yourself as you paraded inside the room. "Uh" you said, finally being done and feeling suffocated and left your room, walking start towards the forest shortcut you found the last time you came that led to a lake just outside the periphery of Cloud Recess, it wasn't that far, but you could easily return before curfew. You made the walk for it, you reached the lake and took off your shoes and dipped your feet in the water, you lied back down to watch the pretty sky. The cold water was relaxing after the whole day.

What you underestimated was your fatigue and before you realised you dozed off to sleep and how quick warm afternoons in Gusu can change to cold evenings. 

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Inside Cloud Recess

"Zewu Jun! Zewu Jun! Ln Guniya is not in her room, when I went to call her for dinner, her pipa was left in her room. We searched around the premises, she wasn't here".. as soon as Zewu Jun and Wangji heard, they stood up. "Never late" Wangji informed Zewu Jun "something must have happened" Zewu Jun said and summoned some disciples to immediately go look for you.

"Brother, I'll go" Wangji said and went off, he quickly asked your attendant to bring your Pipa. He got out a tracking talisman and used it in the Pipa. 

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When you opened your eyes, you sat straight up, you legs were numb from the water that was now freezing cold. "Gods!" You exclaimed, as you had to physically pull your legs out. You tried to get up but could not, your legs needed time. Suddenly you heard some weird sounds from a close by bush. When you looked you noticed motion, that looked like 3 walking corpses. You were done for, you can't run because you have hills on two sides and the now closed protective walls of Cloud Recess and the only exit was were they are arriving from. You looked around and realised you didn't even bring you pipa when you left your chamber. 

Is this how you'll die? You won't even be able to see Wangji one last time before you pass! Would it hurt? Will you vecome one of them? You hoped Wangji killed you before you hurt someone else or-

Your chain of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp sound. A sound you've heard so many times when you joined Wangji and your brother on Night Hunts. A wisp of white came flying and stood between you and the walking corpses. One more strike of the guqin and they were down dead (well, more dead than they previously were)

"Are you okay?" Wangji looked at you on the ground and pulled you up. You felt glad to see him for a moment, only to remember what he'd down back then. You removed your hand from his and went off on him. "Why are you here? It's not like you care about me? Why are you here?! And why did you sav-" you were yet again interrupted by more sounds of grunts and you both look to see the 3 corpses up again and 3 more arriving. "No time, poisonous corpse" Wangji said and in one fast move he literally swept you off your feet and picked you up bridal style and ran. You tried to resist but none of that effected Wangji. He entered a cave with you in his arms and placed you down on the cave ground. He then put a few protective talisman, to guard the gate. 

"I refuse to stay here a minute with you" you said and stood up. In a blink of your eye Wangji was infront you and he pushed you aginst the cold wall of the cave towering infront of your short shape, you craned your neck to look at him. 

"Zha- Lah-Lan Zhan! What are you doing?" You asked. 

Wangji looked at you and you felt like you'd melt right then and there. "Show Y/n my love" he said and crashed his lips onto yours. This was a foreign feeling to you. The way he devoured your lips and you reciprocated felt like sparks. You felt a fire in the pits of your stomach or below. He asked you "trust me?" Looking deep into your eyes, and all you could do was shake your head. He slowly slid your outer robe and you did the same for him. Slowly all the layers came off, you found yourself tracing his chest with your hands, it was more toned that you imagined.

As the layers were now off, he slowly sat down on the cave floor and pulled you on his lap. You loved how your small body fit with his. "So pretty" he said as he kissed your neck and sucked on the skin, making you moan. "Mine" he said before he went further south but holding you up by your ass. "Lan Zhan~" you moaned as his mouth took your hard nipple into his mouth. If there was heaven on earth, it was here right now for you. He slowly laid you down and climbed on top of you, covering your whole body with his. He looked at you for permission, which you granted and his hands reached your wet core. His touch felt like fire, he slowly reached down and drew circles around you clit, making you moan his name harder. 

He slowly inserted one of his slender fingers inside you and started pumping making your mind dizzy. Then he added one more finger and by then you were panting, a knot was forming inside your belly that tightened and tightened and as soon as he added the third finger and pumped a few times. The knot came undone, your toes curled and you bit his shoulder, making him moan. "Ready?" He asked and you nodded, "i need more" you said panting, "make me yours" you told him. And he lowered and inserted himself inside you slowly pushing little by little. You felt his hard member throbbing inside you. You felt whole, invincible and on cloud nine. Lan Zhan grunted as he thrust inside you slowly to let you adjust. He kept picking pace, "yes Lan Zhan, yes" you said encouraging him and he increased his speed, hitting in the right spot that made you eyes roll back. 

You moaned his name louder, "I'm close" you whimpered. "Together" Lan Zhan said looking into your eyes, you pulled him closer and kissed him. "Now" he said and you let go the two of you moaned and grunted as Lan Zhan rode you through your high. 

The two of you lied beside each other and suddenly you said "didn't we do a taboo?! Lan Zhan did you break rules?!" You whisper yelled. "Not in Cloud Recess" he said asuring you. "Still be did a taboo" you said, but he just wrapped his arms around you and said "mine". "Why were you behaving that way then?" You finally asked the question that has been lirking on your mind. "Y/n was with Zewu Jun, Juniors said you both looked good" he said pouting. You wanted to squish his cheeks "Was Lan Zhan jealous?" You asked, only to get a "Mn" in response that melted your heart. "I'm yours, I can't be or even think about anyone else" you said.

Wangji suddenly turned and started kissing you hugrily, but you pushed him away and strandled him and started kissing him. He pulled you on his lap and this time made you ride him until the two of you came and lied down with you on top of him, in his arms and the two of you fell asleep. Tiredness took over you as you both found comfort in each other. 

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Inside Cloud Recess

"First Ln Guniya was missing now even Wangji is mossing with her" Zewu Jun said pacing around, he hoped Wangji atleast found you before any harm could happen to either of you. That was when they saw Wangji riding in on Bichen with Y/n on his back. You attendants rushed to you as soon as they sae you. You explained how you went for a walk and then fell asleep and how later Wangji saved you. Wangji told them how you two had to spend the night in a cave as the Corpse were poisonous. 

"I'm happy you both are safe, please refrain from going on walks around the gate closing time. Even for two people who are supposed to be bethrowed, they shouldn't spend nights together before wedlock" Zewu Jun said.