#sasu writes

Blitz had been fighting with this stupid game for too long. He tossed the controller aside and sank down into the cushions, sighing deeply as he listened to the sound of the game's background music playing quietly on the tv.

Stupid how annoying it was now, but he didn't want to lay in silence either. He turned his head, peering out the balcony at the empty sky. it was too long until the next full moon. ...why did he care? He groaned and rubbed at his face, before flopping his arms back down.

Stupid bird. Stupid, pretty bird.

He felt his face heat up just thinking about holding him in his arms that first night. Feathers soft against his chest, hands clasped and held tight against him.

Shit...

His heart throbbed, and so did his-

fucking- shit.

dammit...

He pressed his palm down against the bulge in his shorts, breath coming out in short little huffs as he imagined those limbs tied down beneath him, the little praises he gasped out when he pinned him down and railed him- "Fuck-"

What was this bird doing to him? He was sitting here pining. Pining.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He felt heat pool in his gut, claws dipping below the line of his shorts so he could press on the weeping head of his length, ripping a shudder out of him.

[Right there-]

Blitz imagined his voice, closing his eyes when his breath hitched from the sensitivity it ripped out of him.

[Please, s-so good-]

He let out a low keen.

[Blitz-]

He gasped and felt the heat suddenly recoil, legs trembling and hiking up as his hand moved desperately to chase it.

His breaths came out heavy as he came down from the high, tail flicking about wildly as he rubbed his cheek against the back cushion.

[So good for me...]

The flush on his face deepened, a sobering sort of shame settling in his form. What was he thinking? He couldn't keep him.

The minutes blurred together, and despite the taste of tin on the other’s tongue that set off alarm bells in the back of his mind, he was kissing Wei Wuxian. The man he loved all these years, all this time balled up in his inner conflicts, pining, worrying, and hoping coming to fruition in such a sudden fashion.

He managed to push against Wei Wuxian’s shoulders however when another worry suddenly flared in the back of his mind. “W…Wei Ying. Wait.”

Wei Wuxian’s face flickered with impatience, but he sighed, leaning against the others arms and smiling up at him instead. “Hmmm? Yes?”

“Is this…what you want?”

Those crimson eyes turned up again in subtle mirth. “Hm? Was the tongue I shoved down your throat just now not enough of a hint?”

“W-Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji sighed and pulled him to the bed to sit. “You’re not just…toying?”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened once more. Ohhh, that's what this was about. “Oh, haha, haha!” He smiled wide, waving a hand quickly as if the other had said something terribly funny. “You think I've played like this with anyone before?”

Lan Wangji’s silence just stunned the other cultivator more.

“What, you really thought I’d be the type?”

“You…flirt a lot.”

“You mean used to.”

“...” Lan Wangji supposed it made sense that the other stopped flirting if he was traumatized by whatever happened. Ah, that's right- “Wei Ying…I would-” He’s silenced however by a finger to his mouth.

“You’re my first kiss.” Wei Wuxian stated matter of factly. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something, but who knew I'd have to chase it out of you.”

Lan Wangji swallowed involuntarily, only speaking again once the other removed his finger. “That’s not what I was…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that nasty stuff right now…” Wei Wuxian pouted, pushing the other back slowly by pressing forward more and more, until Lan Wangji’s back was pressed against the bed. He chuckled softly, the sound eliciting a shiver up the other’s spine. “I wanna talk about my bunny’s feelings and kiss until we can hardly breathe. In that order.”

“Wei Ying…!” Lan Wangji turned his head away, but Wei Wuxian just laughed and mouthed at his exposed neck instead, earning hands firmly squeezing his arms and a shuddering breath next to his ear.

“Okay…maybe it doesn’t have to be in order…” Wei Wuxian brought his head up, licking his lips slowly with a little coy grin. “Maybe we can add a few other things to the list too.” his eyes glow subtly, and the grind of his hips elicits a husky gasp out of his bedmate.

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian blinked and turned his head away from Biling Lake, tilting his head slightly as the white-clad cultivator approached. “Lan Zhan.” He smiled, turning his shoulder slightly as if showing off the stained robe on his shoulders. It was the one Lan Wangji had given him during the war.

“What are you doing here?” Lan Wangji folded his arms behind his back, watching the other kick his legs off of the wall of the waterway. He felt a light ache not seeing the smile he loved still, even now that the war had been over for some time.

“Just because. Jiang Cheng told me to get lost for a while~” Wei Wuxian hopped up, joining the other at his side. “He didn’t say how far or how long.”

“But the hunt is soon.”

“Oh that.” Wei Wuxian sighed and lifted his arms above his head, stretching out his arms. “I’ve been told it’s best for me not to go.” His shoulders popped from the stretching, but Lan Wangji didn’t have time to mention that he should be working his body more, instead he paused in his step, looking a bit lost for a second before correcting his expression.

“Why?”

“I’m too scary or something.” Wei Wuxian grinned, “I think you know the full reason though, right Lan Zhan?”

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji moved around to stand in front of him, conflict in his expression. “Will you tell me what’s happened now?”

Wei Wuxian’s face darkened briefly, face calculating for a moment but eventually took a deep breath and smiled again. “Lan Zhan, there is only one reason why I wouldn't be able to wield a sword, right?” He holds out his hand. “I have no qualms about you knowing.”

As Lan Wangji moved to take the hand and check his meridian however, an instinctual jerk of Wei Wuxian’s arm surprised the both of them. “Ah…sorry about that.”

Lan Wangji just seemed confused. “You offered your hand to me…are you alright?”

“Mm yes, I’m just a little bit…” He wiggled his fingers next to his head, smiling in that usual eerie way he’d picked up as he wasn’t sure how to explain himself. “Let’s try that again.”

This time he kept his hand held out, but it did start shaking as Lan Wangji took hold of his arm this time. Only when Lan Wangji finally pressed his fingers into the meridian did the shaking stop. Wei Wuxian’s face was dark once more, but for a reason he said nothing of, until Lan Wangji lifted his head. Then he smiled again, despite the heartbreaking expression on his old friend’s face. “Do you understand?”

Lan Wangji dragged Wei Wuxian away from the public eye as quickly as he could manage without it looking suspicious. “Wei Ying…” He took the other’s shoulders as soon as they were out of sight, frown deeply set into his brow. “So this…this is why you haven’t qi deviated. There’s nothing to deviate anymore.”

Wei Wuxian hummed and waved a hand dismissively. “I’d like to think there’s multiple reasons, but that would be one of them.” He froze up however when the man suddenly had him wrapped up in those white robes of his.

Lan Wangji had pulled away from the hug before Wei Wuxian even realized what happened, pupils blown and eyes wide. “L…Lan Zhan?” The man held his face and he stared back, wildly curious but shocked at the same time. This did not equate to what he knew of the other.

“Wei Ying…Come to Gusu with me.” Then Wei Wuxian’s expression returned to that ever eerie look once more, and Lan Wangji regretted it.

“You still want me to go to Gusu?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes flitted over the other’s face and he slowly withdrew his hands.

“Why?” Wei Wuxian asked once more, as usual. “You can’t expect me to do something like abandon my shixiong without an explanation.”

Lan Wangji was quiet for a long time, and so Wei Wuxian sighed, “You have to tell me why. If it’s not to bring me to healers or make me mend my ways, Protect me where I don't need it or whatever else, I need to know the reason. Not that I think it's entirely possible.”

“I just…”

“What?”

“I want to be by your side…” His voice came out meeker than usual, unsure of himself. “My reason is you.”

Wei Wuxian tilted his head slightly, eyes widening a fraction again. “Me?” Something stirred in him, seeing Lan Wangji’s expression shift into something like a frightened bunny. “Hey, don’t run away.” He held onto the other’s sleeve tightly when the other attempted to turn away, unwilling to let him back out now. “Start talking, bunny.”

The tips of Lan Wangji’s ears turned a dark pink. “Bunny?” He frowned slightly, avoiding the question and the other’s eyes despite not moving past the other’s grip.

“You look like a frightened bunny. So I'm calling you bunny.” He grinned, a hint of the sun within that Lan Wangji once loved to bask in silently hidden amongst the night. “If my handsome Lan er-gege doesn’t start talking, i’ll sta-”

Lan Wangji claps his hand over the other’s mouth, the demonic cultivator’s eyes lifting with mirth at the prize he’d won seeing the crown of the other’s cheeks also dust in rosy hues. “Wei Ying!”

Despite his body’s immediate urge to quell his next move, his bright red tongue darting out to wet the other’s palm in retaliation. Lan Wangji suddenly retracted his hand, cradling it to his chest like it’d been burned and stared at the other with somewhat wide eyes.

Merji/Travelerji WIP Wangxian Prompt 1 WIP Merxian sketch / Merxian 1 (nudity & wips included) Merxian 2 (sfw) Merxian 3 (B&W) Wangxian Prompt 1 cont. sketch

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Wei Wuxian’s head tilted as he watched Wen Chao scramble to the hems of his torn robes and beg for his life. The blood red hues stared past his inky lashes, calm and deep at first, but then flaring with bright red fractals and a glow not unlike an iron brand that had once marked his chest.

He kicked the Wen away from his hems and narrowed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as if dealing with a rat rather than the heir of a sect. “Do not touch me.” He lifted his robe slightly so he could sit down, eyes narrowed and locked on to the disfigured pest.

“You think…for even a moment…I would ever have mercy on you?” His expression was so entirely cold, but his hair lifted slightly from the tremendous amount of resentment drifting off of him. “Funny, really. Didn’t you want to make me scream? Cut off my hand?” His eyes narrowed as he turned his hand slowly for emphasis, that resentment billowing around him like a storm. “That’s right…I haven’t done that yet, have I? Should I start with the left…or the right?” Upon the last word, his voice dropped dangerously, venom practically dripping from his tongue.

Wen Zhuliu moved back into the picture, though this did nothing to phase the black-robed cultivator, if anything it only twisted his face further into something unsettling as if he was about to enjoy himself.

“Wen Zhuliu…do you really think you can protect his dog life from my hands?”

“Better die trying.”

The cold laugh that bubbled up from Wei Wuxian’s throat set everyone’s teeth on edge, no trace of his usual sunshine smile left in his voice. “What a loyal Wen-dog.”

The core-crusher opened his mouth, clearly about to continue their argument but then he was suddenly thrown to the ground by tendrils of resentment. Wei Wuxian’s face, shrouded half in shadow, had certainly lost its calm demeanor in the wake of an unsettling darkness. “Just gets funnier and funnier huh? Think I’m going to listen to that nasty bark of yours? If you’re going to act like a dog, I'll make you yelp like one.”

“Wei Ying!”

Wei Wuxian froze in his stance but seemed a little disappointed as Jiang Cheng took over by pinning Wen Zhuliu to the floor with Sandu. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, the glare in his eyes and resentment fading back into nothing, crossing one leg over the other as if nothing had just happened.

Wei Wuxian’s clothes were still very torn from his fall and the resentment that had scored his flesh, thighs, arms, shoulders- so much of his body was on display and he didn’t even seem to notice. The wounds were no longer there, but he certainly didn’t look like he was in a state to be running around.

Lan Wangji seemed to visibly hesitate a while longer while Jiang Cheng was double checking that their captives couldn’t escape. “Wei Ying…your clothes…”

Wei Wuxian glanced down to his arm where the most of his skin was visible, turning it slightly as if he hadn’t realized the ripped cloth hanging from it. “They are quite torn.” He shrugs, folding his hands in his lap. “The only replacements I could find were Wen robes, and I found that to be beyond my tolerance.” He stood soon after this, pulling his lapels a bit more properly on his shoulders as if trying to be a bit more modest, though he didn’t seem to care if he actually was. “I have plenty of face to spare, but I do apologize for the rather unseemly appearance I'm sporting in front of Hanguang-Jun.”

Lan Wangji’s expression flickered in conflict, seeming to be torn between two different contrasting emotions, but he finally settled on something neutral, pulling off the outermost robe he wore to drape over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. “Here…it’s a cold night. Until we get back to the others and get you new robes…”

Wei Wuxian’s head turned slightly to look at the robe on his shoulders. So large and white. His head tilted slightly, hand lifting to touch the embroidered hems in what appeared to be a mild curiosity. “Mmm? I thought Lan Zhan didn’t care for me.”

Lan Wangji’s face twisted slightly, lips turning down slightly as if uneasy. “You’re half dressed…” He insisted, only to falter when Wei Wuxian’s face turned back to him, those eyes crescents in their mirth.

“You’re quite a good man, and I know you’re quite upset with this…” Wei Wuxian gestured to himself, the torn robes and half-healed wounds beneath still as blatant as earlier. “But I'm more concerned about the two guests in the room, and I wouldn't want to turn your white robes red.” He reached up, gently tapping the white-clad cultivator’s nose. “So why not take this back, hm?” He moved to remove the robe, but Lan Wangji’s hand stopped him, a low set to his shoulders.

Lan Wangji sighed deeply. “Keep it. It’s cold.” When he stepped back, he kept his eyes off the eerie smile that Wei Wuxian wore. It felt like he wasn’t really looking at the same man…but he couldn’t just leave him like that. Even if his robes were stained beyond recognition, they were replaceable. Wei Wuxian…he was not.

Lan Wangji visibly paused however when he noticed something dark peeking out of Wei Wuxian’s lapels. “…Wei Ying?!”

Alarmed by the sound of distress, Jiang Cheng quickly joined the group, face set in a serious frown. “What’s going on?”

Wei Wuxian’s lapels were forced open by Lan Wangji to reveal a large black stain on his stomach, trailing up from his abdomen not unlike a cursed mark. However, along the surface wisps of resentment licked his skin and had been streaming languidly from his loosened lapels, now revealed to be leaking out of any even partially open wound beneath. The red hues darkened slightly as if irritated, but said nothing to the sudden exposure. “And?”

“What do you mean, and?!” Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and swat Lan Wangji’s hands away reflexively. “What happened? We were supposed to meet and when you show up you look like…this!”

Wei Wuxian straightened up the lapels quietly, though his face looked strangely quaint it was also quite…calculating. It was strange. “Got caught, got tossed somewhere not so nice…came back.” He shrugged, the unsettling smile returning to his lips. “Don’t worry, I'm feeling quite better than I was a while ago and it doesn’t hurt.”

Jiang Cheng frowned and deflated slightly, having expected…well, just…something different than this. He pulled out Suibian and thrust it into Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Whatever, I've brought your sword, you’ll need it to protect yourself on our way back.”

Wei Wuxian seemed surprised at first, turning the sword in his hands for a moment then smiling once more. “Thank you.”

Jiang Cheng’s face softened, but froze as the other held the sword back out to him.

“But I cannot use it anymore.”

“What?” Jiang Cheng’s pupils shrunk, wondering how his shixiong could have such a normal, smiling expression after telling him that he could no longer handle a sword.

“Well, if I were to use it I would get overpowered.” He sighed and held it out to Lan Wangji instead when Jiang Cheng wouldn’t take it. “Could you hold onto this for me, for safekeeping?”

Lan Wangji tentatively took the sword in his hand, eyes lost as he looked at the scabbard. Eventually he did raise his gaze back to the swirling black on his abdomen and the others’ unusual expression. Perhaps, due to the trauma of whatever he’d been through, he wasn't fit for battle right now. “Wei Ying…you should allow yourself time to recover. It may not be good for you to-“

Wei Wuxian shook his head and smiled eerily, “The dogs over there…” His eyes shifted to the two on the floor a few paces away, red hues glaring. “Me and Jiang Cheng still need to settle a few things with them. Right?”

“But you’re…wait.” Lan Wangji moved in front of Wei Wuxian to stop him from continuing forward again. “You’re currently wounded. Why don’t we just get it over with and take you to camp? We need to take you to a healer.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes darkened as they were lifted back up to the other man. “Lan Wangji, I will happily go after we have taken care of our sect business.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but pressed still despite the sting his courtesy name from the other’s lips brought. “Wei Wuxian! You’re hurt, and this cultivation will hurt you further!” His eyes darted about the other’s face in conflict, before he spoke hesitantly once more. “Come back to Gusu with me.”

Despite their qualms, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji both kept a tight lid on Wei Wuxian’s apparent handicap through the war and beyond. When it came to qualms over the carrying of his sword, Jiang Cheng was quick to defend and he figured this was one of the best ways to do it. Of course there were questions, but they were deflected with the best lie they could think of: the sword, Suibian, had been critically damaged before being recovered.

They both knew the sword was intact and well in Lan Wangji's custody though, and was glad the man remained silent despite their frequent arguments about his cultivation.

Wei Wuxian never made an attempt to rise up to the invasive questions, actually. Jiang Cheng took over every time he opened his mouth, and it seemed the man had no qualms about allowing the leader to take over every conversation that questioned him. The excuse of another sword being made was simply answered by “Suibian was important to my head disciple and we are working on plans to recover it after the war.”

After the war though, time ticked down quickly and the excuses were running dry. Asking about it however was like poking a hornet's nest, which was Jiang Cheng. His glares had gotten critical from the repeated irritation he showed every time the question was asked, which actually did a pretty good job warding off most cultivators who would ask.

Then, it was time for the Phoenix mountain hunt.

“Wei Wuxian…I don’t think you should go.” Jiang Cheng was shining his sword, but lifted his head to look at his shixiong as he did so.

Wei Wuxian stopped twirling his flute, tilting his head in Jiang Cheng’s general direction so they could see each other. “Okay. Why though?”

“Multiple reasons. I’m tired of making excuses for you, for one.” Jiang Cheng sighed and squinted at the other, his hand stilling on his sword. “And the eyes are going to make people ask questions too. Can’t you make them go back to their old color?”

“Not really, they're kind of stuck like this.” Wei Wuxian smiled, still as eerie as he was during the war. "Probably the ocean of resentment i'm carrying."

“And that! Why do you look like a demon now?? You’re gonna get me in trouble with that eerie grin of yours!” Jiang Cheng huffed, finishing up his sword and sheathing it again. “It was great for intimidating during the war, but you doing that nearly had sect leader Yao asking if we had bad intentions!”

“I won't deny it was absolutely great seeing him shrink back like he did. My face just looks like this though.” Wei Wuxian frowned, “I’m not sure how to change it.”

“Well then…stop smiling in public I guess.” Jiang Cheng shrugged, throwing his hands up. “We can’t have the sects thinking you’re out to get them.”

“Those sects are filled with rotten eggs.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, baffling Jiang Cheng in the process. It still surprised him every time, considering how different he acted now. “But I will do my best to appease my shidi.”

Jiang Cheng groaned loudly and held his forehead. “Alright, I'm sick of you for today. Get out of here.” He waved his hand and pulled over a stack of letters he needed to get to. “I’ve had enough ‘help’ from you today.”

Wei Wuxian hopped up from his seat and hummed. “Alright, if you say so.” He stood there in silence a bit longer, but Jiang Cheng was used to this strange behavior that Wei Wuxian had adopted. If Jiang Cheng called him out on it, it would only be met with an irritated glare, and despite his desire to kick him into his place for it, it was a harmless behavior despite its strangeness.