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LWJ returns to his home in the mountains on the brink of starvation and with a bleeding gash on his cheek. He collapses before he actually makes it past the pack’s boundaries and is found during the routine patrol come evening, nearly five hours later.
I’ve never been a Halloween person but damn seeing all these creative costumes makes me want to be one
He, The First Prince (1/?, 5.3k ongoing)
Tags: Royalty, a/b/o dynamics, magical elements
Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/83…
LWJ keeps his gaze firmly planted on the coffee table before him. There’s a ring of condensation, dried and forgotten, just on the edge of his peripheral vision.
“Lan Zhan,” WWX says teasingly, “are you planning to ignore me?”
WWX has an arm across his chest and LWJ curls his fingers into his forearm. The ghost feels too real in moments like these—when LWJ can touch him. In this tiny bubble, when it’s just the two of them, everything feels possible.
“Please,” LWJ whispers.








