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War Prize! Lan Wangji

Here is a compilation of War Prize!Lwj Wangxian fics that I have found. I am a bitch for this trope and I really do hope more fics come up after this:

1) love, in fire and blood by cicer

Complete, Word Count: 360,042

"You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"

He gave another knife-edged smile.

"But what will you give me in return?"

"We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."

The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan."

(In which the Sunshot Campaign ends through an arranged marriage to the Yiling Patriarch, and Lan Wangji suffers the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband.)

2) Possession by trickanery

WIP, Word Count: 52,373

When the Wen Empire launches a bloody campaign to extend the reaches of its borders, their first target is the Kingdom of Gusu. Between the might of Emperor Wen’s army, the leadership of his two biological sons, and the dark, unorthodox powers of his adopted son, Wei Wuxian a.k.a. The Yiling Demon, Gusu is quickly crushed.

As the spoils of war are divided and the surviving Lan disciples are taken as slaves and prisoners, Wei Wuxian shocks the cultivation world by claiming his first and only war prize: the young enemy prince, Lan Wangji.

Both men soon learn that the distinctions between cruelty and kindness, good and evil, and love and hate are hazy and thin — especially when two souls like theirs are fated to meet.

3) tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer

Complete, Word Count: 5,594

The Yiling Patriarch makes a bargain with the cultivation world. He'll give them the power to defeat Wen Ruohan. No more death. No more war.

All he wants in return is Lan Wangji.

Warning: Dubious Consent

4) what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear

WIP, Word Count: 12,923

The Patriarch had joked about putting him in a veil, but Lan Wangji refused outright, the only piece of autonomy he’d demanded for the whole thing. Being covered like that, trapped, would have made him panic. He might have let tears drip down his cheeks if he hadn’t had to worry about anyone seeing his face.

As Lan Wangji bowed, he thought of his mother, and he almost wept anyway.

In an effort to keep the Yiling Patriarch from destroying their own sects like he’d destroyed Wen Ruohan’s, the Great Sects band together an offer him an alliance in the form of a marriage.

Who better to offer than the Second Jade of Lan?

5) Peace is bought at an expense often thought too high by ceria

Complete, Word Count: 22,365

They are losing to Wen Ruohan and without additional help, they will fail.

6) found you, locked away in this garden by silverashes

WIP, Word Count: 6514

They had saved each other’s lives, once. The reason? Lan Wangji does not know. He does not know why he did not kill the Emperor, and why he was not killed in return. But now, the decision has been sealed. An unequal compromise, everyone had whispered, where the Lan Clan of Gusu is getting more than what the bargain is worth.

The bargain? An end to the war in exchange for Lan Wangji.

Warnings: Slight Dubious Consent

7) to porcelain, to ivory, to steel by sunsandships

Complete, Word Count: 27,165

When Jin Guangshan asked Wei Wuxian what he wanted in return for his support in seizing the throne from Wen Ruohan, Wei Wuxian thought about the beautiful, lonely figure he'd once glimpsed in an open courtyard in Koi Tower. The last of the Lans in the world.

It had been a long time since Wei Wuxian had wanted anything, but he wanted him.

He couldn't have known what getting what he wanted would mean for them both.

Warning: Dubious Consent

8) to topple kingdoms and cities by matcha_ado

WIP, Word Count: 9,635

“A bargain was made, and it will be honored.”

Warning: Dubious Consent

9) Fearing You, Loving You by MaggieoftheOwls

WIP, Word Count: 9,372

When Wei Wuxian came back from the Burial Mounds, he came back wrong. The only effect this has on Lan Wangji's feelings is that now he worries even more about him.

Warning: Dubious Consent

10) Sound it off by Silver999

WIP, Word Count: 481,816

Who do you trust? Are you willing to put your life in the hands of someone else?

Yunmeng Jiang emerges victorious from the latest war but the conflicts are far from being over. For starters, the two Jades of Lan now have to make it in Lotus Pier - a fairly hostile territory for two recently defeated cultivators who have been stripped of their powers. The rest of the cultivating world is not sitting idly either...

... also known as the AU absolutely no one asked for where alliances are totally mixed up, inter-clan wars are a common thing and the Lan brothers end up in captivity.

You're about to read a whole lot of plot and intrigue with sweet, slowburn Wangxian, fluff, angst and humor.

Spanish translation available, you'll find the link in the notes of chapter 1.

-Update (25/3/21)-

11) holding hands with you in this rain-flooded street by puddingcatbeans

Complete, Word Count: 12,768

After the war, the sects come together to write out peace treaties and contracts. As the Wen Sect is all but destroyed, the most terrifying thing in the cultivation world is the Yiling Laozu. Unfortunately, the sects owe him for ending the Sunshot Campaign in their favour.

When Yiling Laozu demands Hanguang-jun as compensation, no one is able to say no.

(or, wei wuxian marries himself to lan wangji for political immunity; but more importantly, he needs to dual cultivate with someone with a strong core or his demonic cultivation will kill him.)

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I believe in Jem Carstairs supremacy

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A drawing I did of Will, Tessa and Jem! 

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Jem is literally the chillest character ever i mean he finds out Will loves Tessa and hes just like lol same

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Heaps of thanks to @the-silver-field for sending us this wonderful submission. All credits belong to the author. 

I have no idea if I got the full, literal meaning for the prompt, but I did my best! I hope you enjoy!  Thanks, @ereri-writing-prompts for the amazing prompt! I can’t wait for the next one! :)

Read here, or on AO3!

Hiraeth

Home is where the heart is.

What a crock of shit.

That’s what they all say. People with a heart. Full people. Happy people. People who have someone to go home to at the end of the day. They say that to remind themselves of their own fullness. To remind themselves that they’re more fortunate than this lonely, thirty-six year old man sitting in his too-small-but-too-spacious living room. His incomplete life was just waiting to be shared.

But Levi didn’t want–or need–companionship.

That’s what he told himself, at least.

But, as much as he denied his loneliness, that didn’t stop the ache. Or the nightmares consoled by boiling black tea, and the flickering glow coming from the TV in the wee morning hours. Or the silence that accompanied every meal, and any spare time he might have in between his run-of-the-mill, underpaying, prosaic office job, and the ever-eluding peacefulness of sleep. It didn’t fill the space between his fingers walking down the street to his favorite cafe. Or help him reach the itch on his back when he was lounging on the couch trying to read a book. Or cuddle against his chest and talk him through the sleepless nights of blistering insomnia.

It didn’t stop the craving to find the meaning of home.

It was an odd feeling to Levi. Something he couldn’t quite explain. He longed for a home he felt he once knew, but couldn’t get back. And in some moments, he felt as if he hadn’t known home at all. Home was just a lie. A fairy tale. And Levi wasn’t some foolish child who believed in such things anymore. 

He was losing hope. Rapidly. Which is why he found himself at a local bar one night, sipping a pint and making small talk with the young, cute bartender by the name of Eren. He barely looked old enough to be drinking, let alone working at the establishment, his starry blue–green? Levi wasn’t sure. Somewhere in between.–eyes too bright and carefree to have any problems of his own just yet.

Right?

Eren’s life wasn’t the most interesting, but that didn’t stop Levi from wanting to know more. He was an art student at the local university, working the bar temporarily to save up for his own apartment once he graduated. This wasn’t his only job. He was also a waiter at a restaurant Levi had never even heard of just one block away. He left straight from his classes to his first job, then from his first job to his second every day except Sundays, which he used to catch up on sleep.

He had just turned twenty-two. His favorite color is purple. He has an adoptive sister named Mikasa. His best friend Armin is in med school, but it’s been ages since they’ve spoken because they’re both so busy. He has a cat named Titan, who he almost feels bad for having because he’s afraid the damn thing’s lonely. But what about Eren?

Is Eren lonely?

When asked that, both Levi’s and his cheeks were dusted in pink. Levi quickly apologized for asking something so personal, but Eren shook his head with a nervous chuckle.

“Maybe I am. I’m not really sure.” he shrugged, and cut Levi off when he opened his mouth to speak again. “It’s alright. I only ever feel it on Sundays, or late at night, because I guess those are the only times I’m by myself. The rest of the time, I’m either here, or at school, or at the restaurant. It’s weird…” the younger shrugs again, and pushes a long strand of chestnut brown hair behind his ear. For a moment, the older man thinks he’s dreaming, because in the dim light of the bar room he swears Eren’s tan skin is glowing.

“I feel it all the time.” Levi mumbles candidly, without thinking, and curses himself for sounding so damn desperate.

Eren blinks at him for a moment before the softest, most beautiful smile Levi has ever seen slowly spreads across his lips. The brunette’s hand wraps around the raven’s beer mug, their fingers brushing before Eren goes to refill and set it back between the two of them. “Then it’s settled.” he states matter-of-factly, grinning with a twinkle in his eye of something unknown to the other. “We’ll just have to fix that by meeting here every night. Except Sunday. That’s when you can take me on a date.”

And in that moment, Levi felt the hair on the back of his neck raise up, his palms turned clammy, and his heart pick up its pace. He knew. This boy would be the end of life as he knew it. This boy would change everything he ever knew, or thought he knew. For the rest of his life, he would remember this moment. He would remember this feeling. He would remember this boy. Eren.

Levi grabbed for the stein, which Eren still had his hand on, letting their fingers brush again before he took it back for a long swig to hide his own smile. “It’s a date.”

From that moment on, Levi’s thoughts were consumed by Eren. He became restless for a while, so nervous that he almost cancelled their date on Sunday. But when they met later that night, and he saw the younger’s smile beckoning him over as soon as he walked through the door, he knew he couldn’t. Levi was stuck with him, and he didn’t mind not one fucking bit.

The next few months were anything but lonely. It was a strange learning process for Levi, but Eren was so patient and caring with him. Eren was so perfect and precious to him, filling the void that had so long lingered in Levi’s chest. Curing a sickness he didn’t know how to explain, or heal on his own. Home was no longer a lie.

Home was no longer a lie because Eren was here, and he was an irrevocable truth. He wasn’t sure when the change took place, but the two now seemed synonymous to Levi. Eren and heart. Heart and home. Eren and home.

Home was no longer a lie.

Home is where Eren is.

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every ya book fandom ever: ben barnes fancast

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Sometimes I’m okay and sometimes I can’t physically handle the fact that Will and Jem and Tessa didn’t get to be stupid in love and married together at the same time

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i call this one: andrew contemplates his life and choices

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me

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*wills phone ringing*

Tessa: wow you still call your father daddy? What are you, three?

Will, making direct eye contact with Tessa: Hey Jem

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will herondale and jem carstairs, the infernal devices (in black and white bc i suck at using colors)

requested by @warneraarron​

finally having the time to work on some requests sorry for being so slow guys but there u go…also my ask box is always open for more requests ;)

please do not repost

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It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

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I honestly have been struggling to focus on any of my current art projects, so of course, instead of working on them, I doodled my favorite parabatai pair, Will and Jem.

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Jem, reading a fortune cookie: If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world stays the same.

Will, with a mouth full of takeout: Kill two.

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In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this