Sometimes he didn't understand Lan Zhan; at one point this man loves him at the other he hates him. Right now the man of his dreams is charging at him with his ever precious Bichen and he just stood ready to accept any blow because after all he would never raise a corpse against this particular white funeral robes with a forehead ribbon. 

He smiled stiffly before charging away from Lan Wangji, away from the tip of the blade but he realized the man was trying to knock out the flute in his hand and he understood. Lan Wangji didn't want to kill him but oh well, he still had other cultivators to look after other than his ever precious fuddy-duddy so he winked and slunk away from Lan Wangji's empty threats. He ran down the roof and sat at the edge, and played his flute. 

Somewhere from behind him he heard Lan Wangji calling out his name but he ignored. He wasn't really killing anyone all he was doing was scaring them away because after all he wasn't that cruel. He only pissed off the ones who were so eager to kill him. It was so much fun. 

Fun. Until he heard the resentment growling in his mind, his ears ringing with its sound. It hurt him but just as he jumped off the roof he lost his balance. Fortunately Lan Wangji that precious man caught him and swung him around to do what he wished. 

See, this is why he loved him. He understood him unlike these other weirdo's with their snarky faces. Eww, he didn't understand how someone had so much rage in them, looked so ugly in his perspective. 

And again. The resentment was struggling to breakthrough from his body, to tear away from him, to reign alone without his assistance but, no he couldn't do that. These people would die with these lost souls' rage even he was losing it, lost it along the way. He couldn't let others deal with what he had gone through. He couldn't. Never. 

Then like a light in his dark world he heard that voice, the person he called- who was it again? Oh yes, Yanli. She's apparently his sister? Or wait she was his martial sister, something of that sort. He didn't know why the voice was so soothing all of a sudden, so close to him, protecting him like a shield. 

he ran, flute clutched in his hand as he looked for one of the two souls he felt connected. She couldn't be here, in a battle ground where she couldn't defend herself, his shije was kind and tended to solve problems with her beautiful speech. 

Huh? Where had that thought come from? However he ran his head turning left and right until he saw her, beautiful and elegant, more so after giving birth and he smiled. He ran towards her hugging her once they were close enough. 

"Shije?"

Yanli gasped. "A-Xian? Xian Xian?" 

He nodded his head vigorously and cried, the tears raining down both their cheeks in abundance. He shook himself, she had to leave. "Shije leave."

"But A-Xian-" 

"Shije, peacock will kill me if something happens to you. Go. Nothing will happen to them shije. They're safe. Just take care of Wen Ning and Wen Qing please."

She nodded and ran, away from the battle field and out. This campaign started when he refused to give the stygian tiger amulet to Jin Guangshan during the one year banquet of Rulan so he will take care of this matter alone. 

The resentment was fighting him, fighting his mind that had stored it well for so long now. he couldn't let go now. He had to be strong. Uncle Jiang always said attempt the impossible. Uncle I promise that I will. So he backed away from the crowd, these power hungry monsters, away from the sect disciples, away from Lan Wangji. 

The man was fighting against everyone for him. For him, as if he was so important and he was lucky to have a soulmate like Lan Zhan, so beautiful and perfect, he upholds justice and he's keeping their shared promise from so so long ago when they had set off the bunny lanterns. 

Lan Wangji had turned towards him, his eyes disbelieving as Wei Ying moved back and Wangji moved forward, a step for a step. 

"A-Zhan?" He said, with so much love.

Wangji's heart lurched. He had waited for so so long to hear that name from Wei Ying's mouth. Now that he was he couldn't believe it. 

"A-Zhan, I love you too. Your kiss back at the night hunt was hot. Lan Zhan, I didn't know you could do that." he said, laughing almost at the edge of a cliff where below was an endless abyss. 

Wangji's eyes widened and now, Wei Ying could read him. Those miniscule expressions, the red ears, the twitching of his forehead, the wrinkle in his nose. He could read them and so did the resentment begin to shred him, into pieces. 

It hurt. It hurt so so much. He heard his name from those lips he wanted to kiss so it would turn red and swollen. "Wei Ying, come back."

Can he? Can he let Lan Wangji bear his burden? How can he let Lan Wangji suffer a lifetime? He is not that selfish. He deserves a beautiful maiden or a man since his man was a cut-sleeve. he deserved to be treated better unlike how he did. 

"No, A-Zhan. I'm tired. So tired. let me close my eyes." And then he fell back, bearing the weight of the stygian tiger amulet in his chest. 

But he was caught. His wrist was in the hold of Lan Zhan's firm grip albeit the wound on his shoulders Lan Wangji was determined to not let go. He would never. This was his soulmate, his one and only.  

"Lan Zhan, let go." He said, painting on his lips a tragic smile. 

"Wei Wuxian you dumb nut I'm gonna kill you." Jing Cheng screamed. 

When he thought he was to be stripped off and down into the abyss, his other wrist was held by Jiang Cheng. 

"Won't let you go so easily, brother." and so he was pulled up, back onto the ground where he could feel his feet landing. 

He swayed forward cradled between Jiang Cheng, his sworn brother and Lan Zhan, his lover, soulmate. He smiled, so prettily at them both as they too smiled back, one with teeth and the other more subtle, both smiles were beautiful, etching into his heart before his eyes closed and he was swept into a deep slumber.

When he woke up he was in the healer's den of Gusu, his brother grumbling under his breath while Lan Wangji sat next to him, his hand held like a precious jewel against his chest. His sister was sat a little away from them sewing a handkerchief like she had for her little Xian Xian when he cried. 

He remembered. Everything. It was so nice to have those memories back with him. Those memories had moments he could not live again and he was thankful, so thankful to know Lan Zhan was bothered by his teasing, Jiang Cheng always scowled like a mad dog, Shije always made him pork rib soup, Lan Qiren hated him with all his might and Xichen was ever the mediator between everyone during cultivation conferences.

"Lan Zhan, shije, Cheng Cheng?" he called out to all three and they all looked at him, tears brimming but smiling. They love him and he could see it so clearly written on their faces. 

"Missed me?" He asked again sitting up with the help of Lan Zhan, leaning on the headboard before he crashed into Wei Ying's chest, nose in his neck, saying his name like a prayer. 

Later, Lan Wangji was pulled away rather meanly he would like to add cheekily when Jiang Cheng hauled him against him and cried to him, blaming him for the golden core but also cheering that Wen Qing found a way to build him another. Shije hugged him, patting him gently and said that he had been strong and he had upheld the clan's name and she was proud. 

That was all he needed to go on with his life. Now looking up at his soulmate, two years later he knew this is exactly where he wanted to be. Lan Zhan pulled him in and kissed him mercilessly, biting his lips and asking for entrance which he granted with a smile, hands automatically wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. 

They let go when they wouldn't breathe, Lan Zhan leaving a last possessive bite on his bottom lip. He smiled, chuckling and amused to see Lan Zhan's lips bruised red and swollen just like he had imagined in the middle of a battle. 

Wei Ying knew now. He knew himself better as did the others knew about him. His sacrifices and his goals. His desires in life. 

Even Lan Qiren was warming up to him now and he rubbed it rather mischievously on Lan Wangji because his uncle was now more interested in his nephew's husband and not himself not that Wangji bothered but he liked doing it just to rile the older so he would get railed all week into Sunday. 

He liked this better, so much better than when he was unknown to himself and the others and so he pulled his beloved husband into another kiss just because he could and they both smiled. Smiled at what became of them.  

END.

Sorry guys this was a literal flop. I could have done better but I was in a rush because I wanted this tory done as soon as possible.

~Rovena.