@piroco @angstymdzsthoughts I just open tumblr and that’s really an interesting idea! Although, I kinda forgot which one this refer to. Is it the recent one (with wwx mated to lwj unknowingly due to lwj drugged his tea) or the older one (where lwj kidnapped wwx before he left cr)? I would love to write it out, but maybe need to put it in que too. I haven’t post a single thing for a while… (I just write down a small ficlet here…)

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Wei WuXian looked at the ruined Cloud Recesses, disdain and disgust clear on his face as his usually silver eyes glowed in red ruby. ChenQing tightly held in his hand as SuiBian left hanging by his waist—now felt heavy due to the fact that he no longer had the golden core to use his precious sword.

It’s all the Lans fault he no longer had one.

He kicked the dead bodies of Lan XiChen and Lan QiRen, now unrecognizable from how he had tore their body and face apart with limbs and internal organs scattered all around the place. He had taken his time in killing these two people, unlike how he had mercilessly killed the others in a quick death but still painful death. He clicked his tongue in discomfort at the sight of blood on his sickly pale skin, brushing those crimson stain with his dirty grey robe before retreating from the horrendous scene. His corpse army once again fell down on the ground like the lifeless corpse they all were, except for one corpse.

Wen QiongLin, Wen Ning—The Ghost General.

“Wen Ning, let’s go,” his voice, lacked of the warmth and cheeriness he usually had, now cold and distance and the fierce corpse could only nod at his master’s order, all the while still holding Lan WangJi’s unconscious body in his arms. Wen Ning, despite being a corpse with a conscious, barely said anything as he followed behind Wei WuXian, ignoring the ill sight of the ruined Cloud Recesses and the dead bodies of the members of the GusuLan Sect.

Wei WuXian glanced at the sight of his unconscious ‘husband’ before looking away, his eyes icy cold and lips drew into a tight straight line. He would have killed this man—the same man that had trapped him into a relationship he didn’t want to be in and the same man that had stripped all the freedom he was born into—but, he had another plan for him.

It’s time for Lan WangJi to taste the taste of his own medicine.

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Lan WangJi woke up into silence.

His head throbbed painfully and his body felt as if tons of boulders were placed onto it. He massaged his temple, still feeling a little bit of dizzy, before he glanced all around his room.

That’s when he noticed he wasn’t in the JingShi.

Lan WangJi frowned at the unfamiliar room, dissatisfaction was clear on his face, despite its’ aloofness, to wake up only to realize he’s in an unfamiliar territory. The room, from what he could see, was spacious, decorated with some ornaments and decorations you see in every guest room and was covered in black and (mostly) purple. He instantly realized that he was probably in a guest room at the YunmengJiang Sect’s Lotus Pier but, the question why and how immediately came to his attention. He didn’t remember traveling to Lotus Pier.

All he remembered was being at the Cloud Recesses, planning (and scheming) with his brother and uncle about how to bring Wei WuXian, his husband, back to the Cloud Recesses after his return. He would have done so sooner if not for the war they had against the Wens.

Then, he remembered the sound of some sort of explosion outside of the JingShi along with cries and screams of their fellow members before corpses suddenly invading the JingShi. The three of them, he, Lan XiChen and Lan QiRen, all rushed out from the room only to witness their sect’s members being massacred by corpses right in front of their own eyes. Then, he saw him.

Wei Ying, no; the YiLing Patriarch in all his glory, ChenQing in one hand as he glared at them—at Lan WangJi especially. Lan WangJi wouldn’t lie. It hurt.

He heard half-heartedly as his uncle bantered and his brother coaxing Wei WuXian whatever madness he was in but Wei WuXian quickly brushed their efforts off as he once again lifted the dreaded dizi before he spoke one last time.

“We all won’t be in this situation if not for your sect’s ignorance,” Wei WuXian, the YiLing Patriarch, had said before he blew into the dizi and the corpses once agains rised into attack. Not even the amount of spiritual energy engulfing the Cloud Recesses could counterattack Wei WuXian’s resentment towards their clan.

Lan WangJi was about to reason, and protect his clan’s members, before a sudden pressure suddenly hit on his neck and he promptly passed out soon after.

Lan WangJi was still in daze when the door slide opened and no other than Wei WuXian entered the room. His eyes were still red as he remembered.

“It seems like you have woken up, HanGuang-Jun,” he said coldly and he moved no closer towards Lan WangJi. Lan WangJi wanted to move closer towards the other but his body protested any further movement and he reluctantly sat on the bed in frustration.

“I suppose, you are wondering why are you here and what happens before you passed out, hmm, am I right HanGuang-Jun?” He asked and not waiting any answer from Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian continued, “The Cloud Recesses has fallen. All of them including your uncle and brother and besides you all are dead,” he said and smirked when he noticed the shocked and despair look on Lan WangJi’s face. Living with this man for almost a decade abling Wei WuXian to recognize the encrypted emotions on the other’s face, despite how unchangeable the aloofness of his face was to outsiders.

“Who—?”

“Who kill them?” Wei WuXian asked for him, cutting the man from asking further, before he chuckled. However, the laughter coming from him was unlike his cheery smile. All Lan WangJi could make out from it was coolness and anger—lots of anger. “Ah… HanGuang-Jun, how quick could you have forgotten? Don’t you remember? I’m the one who kill them,” he said without a single sympathy in his voice, even though with the way Lan WangJi gawked at him and the way the sadness and anguish were clear in his slightly dimmed golden eyes.

Wei WuXian huffed as he looked away from the look Lan WangJi was throwing at him. “Haven’t you hear the word 'karma’, HanGuang-Jun? Their death is their karma, the debt they owe me, the debt they had to pay for trapping me in the Cloud Recesses against my will, forcing me into the marriage I don’t want to be a part of and most of all, for abetting you with it. And as for your karma, HanGuang-Jun?” He asked as he smirked diabolically, no trace of warmth or teasing in it and it sent the unpredictable fear to Lan WangJi as he shuddered. “As how you have me trapped and stripped me from my freedom, won’t it be the sweetest revenge if I done the same for you, husband?” Wei WuXian said sickeningly sweet to Lan WangJi before he chuckled. “I hope you enjoy your stay, HanGuang-Jun, forever,” Wei WuXian said and before Lan WangJi could say anything, Wei WuXian had left the room, leaving the man clad in white alone in the unfamiliar room with his thoughts alone to process; what had just happened?