Trippednfell

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She/Her Writing, bookbinding, wasting time. Fandom old. Minors DNI please. Prone to screaming about villains who have tragic backstories. https://archiveofourown.org/users/trippednfell

Wei Wuxian didn't text. Occasionally Lan Wangji would scroll through the thread, starting with that picture of the flowers he'd bought for him that day. Not the roses he had purchased on graduation, not an outward, undeniable declaration of the love he felt in his heart. But still. After all these years, he had finally found a way to give Wei Wuxian flowers.
"Can I see you again?" Lan Wangji asked. "Oh, I'm sure you'll see me around, at the field, you know. Or the farmer's market." He was being a coward and he knew it. Lan Wangji reached out then, and touched him on the wrist. He didn't wrap his fingers around, and he pulled back almost immediately, so Wei Wuxian could almost believe he imagined it, except for the fact that he could feel the echo of the touch on his skin. "Wei Ying," he said. "I don't think it would be smart," Wei Wuxian heard himself say. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was what he thought he had to say. Lan Wangji was a gentleman. He didn't question, didn't ask why not, didn't press or insist. He just nodded and said: "Thank you for a lovely evening."
They look nice, huh? Attached to the text message was a picture of a familiar bouquet, now in a vase set on a wooden tabletop. Heart pounding, he typed out a response. They do indeed. It is good to hear from you, Wei Ying. He typed out another message under it: I've missed you But he backspaced and erased it without sending it.
A small gray rabbit on a green lawn.
Wei Wuxian fought in his dreams. There was darkness, and death, but those were old friends, and nothing to struggle against. These dreams brought some new, vague uneasiness. Something inevitable was coming for him, making it impossible to escape. No matter how fast he ran, how hard he fought, it came inexorably forward. It would catch him. He could not prevent it. He thought he cried out, more than once. Voices soothed him, voices he clung to like a lifeline. One was deep, low, and brought warmth and a feeling of safety. He clung to it with all his might. The other voice was gentle, soft, and familiar. It made him sad at the same time as it comforted him.
A handwritten page of a fic update in which Mo Xuanyu asks to follow Wei Wuxian and he refuses, because it is u safe and because he doesn't want Mo Xuanyu to see the types of things he may be forced to do
smackdown
A red cloth bound journal titled The Librarian's Apprentice Journal.
A red cloth bound journal titled The Librarian's Apprentice Journal.
Wei Wuxian pulled out sleeping clothes and tried to ignore the siren call of the coat hanging front and center in his closet. He really should push it to the side and bury it under random things so he didn’t have to look at it every time he opened his closet door. Fuck it. He was sad, and lonely. He could regress a bit, and seek some comfort just because he wanted it. He pulled the sky blue coat off the hanger, climbed into bed, and draped it over him. The only dignity he managed to muster was he did not pull the fabric up to his face and inhale, seeking the scent of sandalwood that calmed him. He would not huff Lan Zhan’s coat. He would not. Instead he curled up, the comforting weight of the coat surrounding