As The White Went Down (слэш)

He pulls the talisman out of his sleeve, watches Lan Zhan as he tracks it diligently, hands in his lap, waiting for Wei Wuxian’s decision.
Finally, Wei Wuxian holds it up in the air, almost threateningly, as if Lan Zhan’s eyes aren’t gleaming with barely-concealed excitement. “I’m going to do it.”
Lan Zhan nods, his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.
“Are you afraid, oh venerable Hanguang jun?” Wei Wuxian continues, trying to keep his own smile out of his voice. “The Yilling Patriarch is back with his wicked tricks! Ready to enslave the Chief Cultivator to do his bidding. How will the cultivation world survive such a terrible thing? I can’t even imagine.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan warns, although any threat his tone meant to convey is lost beneath his lips stretching fully into a warm, indulgent smile.
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Or, when Wen Ning loses control of his resentful energy, Wei Wuxian insists he can handle it despite Lan Wangji's warnings.
Wei Wuxian is wrong.