MDZS Oneshots | The Untamed | WangXian

When Wei Ying Has a Nightmare

Sorry these were both super
short! The series was unplanned.
I've got a long one coming tomorrow :)

♥

On the other hand, while Lan WangJi was sad and mournful after a bad dream, Wei WuXian was terrified. Of course. His own nightmares—of fingers drenched in corpse gore, of a stomach content with human flesh, of torture beyond the minds of even the wickedest of men—were nothing like those tame dreams of his soulmate.

The two had recently returned from a night hunt in Yiling. Phantoms followed them home.

When Lan WangJi felt the oppressive weight of Stygian smoke, he quickly rose from his slumber and untethered his husband from his arms. Wei WuXian lay prone and twitching, eyes wide as a spying owl's, yet black and unseeing. The man seized as resent engulfed him.

Lan WangJi summoned forth his zither. He pinched, plucked, and pulled its seven strings, WangXian reverberating in its wooden belly. After an hour, finally the resent was once again dormant within Wei WuXian.

Banishing his guqin, Lan WangJi hauled his husband into his spread lap. "Wei Ying," he whispered with love, so much love.

Wei WuXian always did everything bigger and better than his peers. From nightmares, he jerked awake violently as if he'd fallen from high above. He lashed out with all four of his limbs, and every time, Lan WangJi hushed him into contentment.

"L-L-Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

Wei WuXian sighed, relieved. He slumped backwards into Lan WangJi's chest while Lan WangJi slumped back into the head bored.

"I love you. M-more than anything in this world. Lan Zhan, I-I love you." Although his words were borne by fear, carried like pollen in a breeze, there too was a genuine breath of love.

Vaulted on either side of him, Lan WangJi's legs shielded him from the darkness of the Jingshi, while the arms wrapped around his stomach protected him from the darkness within. And when WangJi lay his chin upon his head, humming cradle songs while stroking his nude thighs, Wei WuXian forgot the darkness entirely.

His legs spread for Lan Zhan and there was no lust standing proud between them. Lan WangJi's hands, roaming those vast winter fields, had no longing about them either. There was just love. There was just care and comfort, heartmates and skinship, the love of one man for another.