Whiskers Spell

The mortifying ordeal of being super attracted to the man you could be married to (but aren’t)

Wei Wuxian hadn’t been avoiding Lan Wangji for years, but he hadn’t been not-avoiding Lan Wangji either. There was something awful and awkward about seeing your intended spouse after turning them down that Wei Wuxian just didn’t want to deal with. It helped that he went away for university, and that Lan Wangji went away for university, and they happened to both go to different countries. Wei Wuxian liked to think they both wanted to get as far away from the situation as possible. (the situation being each other) So why, then, does Wei Wuxian’s heart skip a beat every time he sees Lan Wangji? And why is adult Lan Wangji so hot? It’s not fair that they could be married and instead Wei Wuxian is awkwardly pining for his former betrothed, a boy he once publicly broke it off with without regret.

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by @somevariationofgay

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Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian/Nie Huaisang, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian & Jiang Yanli

Summary:

When his army is defeated at the border, Wei Ying - a former General of Dazhi - is taken as a prize by the victor nation Beicui. He's resigned to a life of hard labor and an early death when a chance encounter alters his fate - he ends up in the manor of Prince Qing as a concubine instead. Wanting nothing to do with the fights of an inner courtyard, he takes pains to avoid the attention of the prince's legal wife and the other concubines. But all his efforts go to waste as the petty struggles for favor that consume the inner courtyard overflow, leaving death in their wake. Throwing himself headfirst into treacherous water, Wei Ying struggles against the current to create a future where he belongs and thrives, survive a present where danger hides in beauty, and tear down the powerful to get justice for the dead.

Snippet:

From now on, this is his armor – no more scale of iron and heavy helms. His defense is silk and fine metals and precious stones. Wei Ying smiles reflexively, wide and with all his teeth – a soldier’s smile. He tries again and the smile is demure – a slip of a knife rather than a spear. They have no idea he’s coming.