I'm allied to the winter, but don't you get clever

[diditmywei]

The demon realms are vast and subterranean, a realm of endless night. Magic lays thickly through the realms, seeping down from the resentful dead in the mortal world above and rising up from the depthless chasms below, that endless dark from which no one has ever returned.

The inhabitants are fewer than most humans believe, and most of them care only for their own hunger and desperation. In the death forests and murky swamps of the realm await many monsters who desire only prey, and who store up resentful energy for centuries in order to get their chance to burst into the human world and feast. Those few inhabitants who are more sentient are petty creatures, too driven to by their desperation to survive and perhaps, one day, escape. Rifts between the worlds are rare, and usually one-way except for the great old monsters who can store up vast quantities of resentful energy.

This is the world that Wei Wuxian has tamed.

Once, he was a human from the world above. The rifts between worlds opened for him and cast him here. He does not know why, and he does not care. The world above discarded him. He has no further interest in it.

With will and determination, this place can be shaped. Instead of storing up all the resentful energy he can in order to bridge the worlds, he uses it liberally to craft a palace for himself. He coaxes the lesser demons into cooperation, and because he does not ask for any share of their resentful energy pools, they are willing to aid him in his strange habits of building houses and growing crops. He spends the energy to plant the seeds, and the demons who have come to obey him help to tend the strange, broad-leafed plants that grow.

He has no idea how long he has been here. His palace pleases him, his servants obey him in all things that do not cost resentful energy, and the inventions he has created draw in resentful energy in fountains, enough to guarantee him a wide array of loyal allies. Years have passed, he suspects, and perhaps centuries will pass in this manner. He does not want for more. There is nothing more to want, as far as he knows.

“My lord, a captive.” His servant bows to them. Most of them were humans, too, long ago. This place has warped them as it has warped him—his eyes glow red and a pair of curling horns grows from his head, along with the black claws that tip each of his fingers—but most still remember their lost humanity, which separates them from the ravenous monsters who lurk throughout the realms. Wei Wuxian suspects that even the monsters were once humans. Over the course of centuries, they will all become warped beyond recognition.

He does what he can to protect his people for a little longer, and to help cling on to their humanity. Their best defense is in cooperation, and because of this his scouts bring in any wanderers they find, anyone still recognizable as human.

The one before him is clearly a new arrival. No hint of demonic energy warps the serene beauty of his features, and Wei Wuxian has never seen one such as him in this place. He might be an immortal, even a celestial being, but he has fallen here, and he will be helplessly weak until he learns to use the demonic and resentful energies to warp this world to his will. Cultivator magic does not work here.

“Bring him food,” Wei Wuxian commands, approaching to gaze down upon his newest subject. “You look like you got lost. This is the demon realm. How badly did you fuck up in order to come here?”

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[mourningjade]

Yes. A thousand times yes. His eyes open and he does nothing to hide the love, the longing and dazed arousal within those depths. He has no regrets falling from Earth to the Underworld; he has no regrets following this, the love of his life. His soulmate. It doesn't matter if he has horns or talons - Lan Zhan is not confused.

Squeezing Wei Wuxian's hand, he groans and sucks harder, losing himself in being with him, holding him against his lips and tongue. How can he ever let him go? He can't. This man is his.

[diditmywei]

Whimpering as he nears the edge, Wei Wuxian grips his hand tight, clinging to him as he slips into the sensations. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," he begs, gasping and crying out as he spills himself into his lover's mouth, giving himself over entirely to Lan Zhan's care and love.

Eyes low-lidded as he sinks back into the bed, Wei Wuxian tugs at Lan Zhan's hand, reaching his other hand toward him so that he can draw Lan Zhan close and cling to him, still murmuring his name over and over. "Lan Zhan."

[mourningjade]

Wei Wuxian's grip is returned, firmly - now that he has him, Lan Zhan is not relinquishing him to anyone or anything. His mouth devours as much of his lover as he can, sucking and toying with the tender flesh with his tongue. Any space of skin left untouched is stroked by his free hand, his fingers squeezing the base of his lover's cock gently.

When the hot spray touches his tongue and the back of his throat, he immediately swallows it, making this part of Wei Wuxian his. He whimpers and releases his lover, panting. The desire to be close is intense and he rises to lay beside Wei Wuxian, drawing him into his arms and burying his face against his neck.

[diditmywei]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying pants, hugging tight to him in return and tangling their legs together. Lan Zhan has won him utterly. Wei Ying can no longer hold out against this kind of selfless love, and he is unwilling to let go of his Lan Zhan or to allow anything to hurt him ever again. "I believe you. I trust you. If you say I am your Wei Ying, then I know it to be true."

[mourningjade]

A deep sense of peace - of belonging - descends over him and he draws Wei Ying closer still, kissing his forehead.

"It is true. I fell because I was looking for you." Lan Zhan strokes over his lover's arms and his back, expression tender, "I will never lose you again."

Their souls are one; being away from Wei Ying is worse than breaking his arm or his leg. Lan Zhan needs him.

[diditmywei]

Wei Ying nods, smiling as he gazes at his Lan Zhan in return. "I'll figure something out. I'll keep us safe."

That can wait until tomorrow, however. For now, Wei Ying wants to stay right here, held by the man who loves him. "My Lan Zhan." Wei Ying smiles at him, enjoying the touches. He watches Lan Zhan's face, admiring how transcendent he looks when his expression is filled with love.

[mourningjade]

While Wei Ying is undoubtedly powerful - he has adjusted to this life better than Lan Zhan ever could - he doesn't like the idea of him working alone to protect them. With a small frown, he murmurs:

"We will stay safe."

Together. Entwining their fingers, palms pressed together, he kisses the very tip of his lover's nose.

"You're mine too." and his Wei Ying is not meant to suffer for eternity. There must be a way to bring him back to a place of peace.