Hair: And Every Strand of Your Hair
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chenqing_100Title: And Every Strand of Your Hair
Author: Rana Eros
Drabble Type: Triple Drabble
Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Rating/Warnings: Suggestive imagery, fade-to-black implied sex, gratuitous hair worship, Lan Zhan's appropriate vanity, which is a family trait
Summary: Lan Wangji loves his husband's hair.
Author's Notes: Inspired by the improbable perfection of Wei Wuxian's hair in the Burial Mounds scenes in The Untamed, which I know is because wigs, but I thought would be fun to play with. Also, Lan Zhan's hair always gets the love, so I felt WWX was due. Eliza helped me keep this one from veering off into tangents.
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Despite his youthful arrogance and shameless charm, Wei Ying was never vain. Not the way Lan Wangji had long acknowledged himself to be. It was a family failing, primarily centered on their hair; there was a reason Shufu's mannerisms drew attention to his beard, a reason the Lan clan guan grew more elaborate the higher in rank and more mature in power the wearer was.
Wei Ying wore no guan, though his coreless power had brought the cultivation world to its knees time and again. And his hair was beautiful. Even in the grime and squalor of the Burial Mounds, it had beckoned to Lan Wangji like a rippling length of raw black silk. He wanted to bury his hands in it, his face, his mouth. The urge only grew with Wei Ying's return.
Now Wei Ying sat mostly still before him, humming thoughtfully over a new treatise from the west, while Lan Wangji carefully combed the knots out of that gorgeous hair. Wei Ying moved suddenly to note something down, and the comb tugged at the current tangle. Wei Ying hissed in pain.
"A bun is typically recommended on the plateau," Lan Wangji said, even as he lifted the comb free and reached up to rub lightly at Wei Ying's scalp.
Wei Ying turned his head enough for Lan Wangji to see the corner of a teasing smile. "Is it? And yet I never see you wearing one, my Lan Zhan. I hope you don't think it wouldn't suit you. That's simply not possible."
"It would suit Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, and had the privilege of seeing his husband sputter and blush a pretty pink. Then Wei Ying twisted all the way around to kiss him, and he pushed the comb aside.
Later, it would smooth new tangles.
Author: Rana Eros
Drabble Type: Triple Drabble
Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Rating/Warnings: Suggestive imagery, fade-to-black implied sex, gratuitous hair worship, Lan Zhan's appropriate vanity, which is a family trait
Summary: Lan Wangji loves his husband's hair.
Author's Notes: Inspired by the improbable perfection of Wei Wuxian's hair in the Burial Mounds scenes in The Untamed, which I know is because wigs, but I thought would be fun to play with. Also, Lan Zhan's hair always gets the love, so I felt WWX was due. Eliza helped me keep this one from veering off into tangents.
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Despite his youthful arrogance and shameless charm, Wei Ying was never vain. Not the way Lan Wangji had long acknowledged himself to be. It was a family failing, primarily centered on their hair; there was a reason Shufu's mannerisms drew attention to his beard, a reason the Lan clan guan grew more elaborate the higher in rank and more mature in power the wearer was.
Wei Ying wore no guan, though his coreless power had brought the cultivation world to its knees time and again. And his hair was beautiful. Even in the grime and squalor of the Burial Mounds, it had beckoned to Lan Wangji like a rippling length of raw black silk. He wanted to bury his hands in it, his face, his mouth. The urge only grew with Wei Ying's return.
Now Wei Ying sat mostly still before him, humming thoughtfully over a new treatise from the west, while Lan Wangji carefully combed the knots out of that gorgeous hair. Wei Ying moved suddenly to note something down, and the comb tugged at the current tangle. Wei Ying hissed in pain.
"A bun is typically recommended on the plateau," Lan Wangji said, even as he lifted the comb free and reached up to rub lightly at Wei Ying's scalp.
Wei Ying turned his head enough for Lan Wangji to see the corner of a teasing smile. "Is it? And yet I never see you wearing one, my Lan Zhan. I hope you don't think it wouldn't suit you. That's simply not possible."
"It would suit Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, and had the privilege of seeing his husband sputter and blush a pretty pink. Then Wei Ying twisted all the way around to kiss him, and he pushed the comb aside.
Later, it would smooth new tangles.