#Ticklish Lan Jingyi

[kanene-yaaay]

The Collection (First Chapter)

1. Escape

Kanene's notes: I USED TO PRAY!!!!! I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS. Finally after so much time and struggling and writing and screaming this is done!! Watch me fall dead on the floor okijuytrfgthjkjh. This is the longest chapter from the all to start with a golden star! I really hope you all like this, it's a personal project of mine that I am very happy to complete

Kanene's warnings: Light Angst, nostalgia, tooth-rooting fluff, mouth tickles (raspberries and nibbles) and tickles between family, all sfw ofc! Around 10.000 words. Ler!Lan Xichen and Lee!Wangji + Jingyi + Shizui

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Lan Xichen is a collector of treasures.

He doesn’t remember when it started or for which reason. Perhaps the idea had been a fruit of seeing his shufu dutifully making copies of his most treasured scrolls and aligning them with care in his room. Maybe who set his heart on it had been his own mother, who learned to preserve her favorite flowers from their monthly bouquet and keep them guarded in between the pages of her favorite poetry books, always smiling and never complained when he and A-Zhan asked her to see them again and again. Perhaps it was one of the elders who teached him that precious things must be guarded safe and close, maybe it was a lesson he got from a book… In the end, none of this truly mattered.

His collection had little to do with pages or books. It was not something he could proudly show someone or be afraid of getting too large and running out of space. However, it was full of riches much rarer than the most expensive fabric or the purest gold, each one of them was unique and special in a way that could never be shown or gathered again. They were small enough to be carried with him all the time, always close to his heart and he would (or could) never think about selling or giving not even one away. They had no physical attribute to be priced and no human in the world capable of seeing its complete value.

It’s nature, in his feelings, could be also a result of his values and sect, a part of being a Lan, of having something that you love so deeply ingrained thoroughly into every fiber of yourself until there's no point in trying to understand where it ends and you begin.

However, Lan Xichen does remember the very first item of his collection.

(...)

“And the fluffy bunny thanked the kind cultitrator-”

“Cultivator.”

“Cultivator.” He pronounced each syllable slowly, until it sounded more like the adult’s correction. Lan Quiren hummed lightly in agreement without opening his eyes, so he must have said it right. Lan Huan controlled his big, proud smile, the best he could (one must not be arrogant, for it spoils the soul and destroy the humanity) but it still escaped when Lan Zhan’s small hand tugged his robes impatiently, eyes dropping with sleep, and yet refusing to give up, being held awake only by his own stubbornness to listen to the end of the story. “The fluffy bunny thanked the kind cultivator with lots of bunny kisses, happy to have a new friend and finally get back to home again. With a juyuful jump-”

“Joyful.”

“With a joyful jump,” he sneaked a look at his Shufu, who hummed again, “she landed on the green grass, tasty and fresh, and hopped back to her family. The end.”

Lan Zhan watched him close the book, soft and content, finally giving up to his exhaustion, eyes closing slowly. Shufu, in contrast, opened his and turned to look at Lan Huan with a short nod, a hand coming to press on his back until it was set into a straighter posture. 

His gaze travelled and then stopped at the younger boy. “A-Zhan, wish a goodnight to your Xionzhang and Shufu. It’s time for you to sleep and for me to retire.”

Lan Huan had time to put the book back to the shelf where it belonged, back with his other books and scrolls for studies, and then come back to tuck his didi in as shufu prepared Lan Huan’s bed, until Lan Zhan eventually did what was asked. He waited until their eyes were on him, stared deeply at the adult and then just as long at his Xiongzhang and then hummed clearly, head falling back on his pillow, quickly falling into a deep leep.

“Good night, A-Zhan.” Both him and Lan Qiren answered in sync, the first with a smile and the second with a huff, watching the smallest with their own kind of fondness. 

His shufu cleaned his throat softly and Lan Huan climbed in his own bed, plans of sneaking in the middle of the night to his didi’s own momentarily forgotten with how much his mind was too occupied, brow furrowed in contemplation. Like this, he took off his forehead ribbon and carefully folded and placed it with his outer robes, next to his bed.

A gruffy, low voice pulled him back from his thoughts the same time it tucked him under a pair of thick blankets. The fall was getting closer.

“One must speak if there is a reason to do so and avoid letting fruitful thoughts fester.”

“Shufu…” His voice slow, hinted with a serious thoughtfulness that has been appearing more and more with the passage of the years.

Lan Qiren felt himself get even more straight, sharp eyes looking in his nephew’s face, hoping to find something that would help him get a glimpse of what was going into the boy’s mind. Lan Huan was growing faster each day and he knew that very soon he would start to make questions that Lan Qiren would either dread or not know the answer. He didn’t think it would be so soon.

“Can a human give bunny kisses?”

The adult almost sighed out loud in relief, then chided himself for his presumptions. It was yet too soon. Only then he registered his words.

“Where does your doubt come from?”

“The bunny said thank you to the cultivator, but didn’t receive anything back.” Lan Huan sounded worried. “They were happy together, but the human can’t live together with the bunny’s family…Couldn’t then the cultivator give her a bunny kiss too? Before she went away forever?”

“She received her entire family back, so she showed gratitude, the bunny kiss was already the result of a gift, not the beginning of one. Besides, one must not assume too much, perhaps they can continued visiting each other.” He answered, a hand holding his beard, which soon was forming into a nice goatee, maybe Qiren could let it grow, see how it would turn out. “As for your question, I think a human can give someone a kiss akin to the bunny in the story, holding the same purpose, even if different in their nature.”

“How?” 

“You rub the tip of your nose softly on the person.” He carried himself stiffly, his words quick and cutting. For a moment the quiet prevailed and the adult let the boy think about his words.

It was a calm night, soon enough the wind would get strong enough and sweeping the old leaves of their streets would become a new punishment and chore. Another winter would come and then would go again. Lan Huan would start his music lessons soon and begin to learn etiquettes and greetings necessary for conferences, presentations and the rest of his future. He already didn’t need his strict uncle to read his favorite story before bed anymore or hold his hand tightly before departing to his morning classes. He learned how to tie his own forehead ribbon and how to control his thoughts to be shared after meals, and talked more and more excitedly for the day he would receive his courtesy name. 

Lan Zhan too, as every good younger brother did (as Lan Qiren once did in a forgotten past, as well), started following Huan’s every step, eager with hawk eyes watching in awe his older brother’s every move, every word, his every right and wrong, mirroring it with all the skill could. He waved away Qiren’s help in dressing himself and ran to Huan to ask for his nightly stories. They no longer went searching for him during his nightmares nor cried for him when they were hungry or fuzzy, too tired to comprehend their own feelings.

And yet, Lan Zhan still held his robes and trailed after him for hours, pouty and determinately protective, everytime after Qiren came back from a long conference. Lan Huan continued to look at him for guidance with such bright, curious eyes after watching him spar and flooding him with questions, never afraid of being admonished for how long or simple they were.

They were growing into fine, young boys who would soon be fine, young mans. That was a good thing, Qiren thought. It was. 

In the end, he sighed and made his decision.

“Like this.” Lan Qiren lowered his head and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose on his nephew’s small (yet so, so small) forehead. Then he promptly straightened back and turned around, ignoring the delighted, soft gasp from the kid behind him as he walked away.

“Good night, A-Huan.”

And like this, it was born a tradition.

Right on the next day, Lan Huan got up and, seeing that Lan Zhan was awake too, immediately turned to him with an excited smile.

“Good morning, A-Zhan.” The younger one watched him with wonder in his eyes, clearly curious about what made his brother so bright so early. Lan Huan chuckled and wormed himself across the mattress until he could sit on its border, getting closer to the other. “I have a surprise for you. Do you want it?”

Lan Zhan turned to look at his empty hands with narrowing eyes, but his curiosity ended up winning, his head nodding as he stepped closer, confused and eager to know what he would get.

“It is a…” Huan gave it a pause to increase the antecipation, “a bunny kiss!”

His attempt to replicate the light nuzzle in his brother’s forehead was much more clumsy than his shufu, but as he quickly retreated to analyze his didi’s reaction (he was still learning when touch was and wasn’t welcome for him), Lan Zhan’s eyes were wider than normal, mouth open and eyes staring at him in surprise before looking up, hands slowly coming to rest on his forehead, just around the place the ‘bunny kiss’ was laid, being careful to not touch it. 

That was a good sign. The older brother beamed.

“I learned from your story!” Lan Huan got up and started to dress for the day, carefully tying his forehead ribbon before putting on the layers of his robes. Breakfast would begin soon and shufu would come to collect them not much long before. “Did you like it?”

“...Not a bunny.”

Lan Huan couldn’t really refute this, as it was true and lying was prohibited in Cloud Recess, so he simply hummed in agreement and continued his morning routine, just like he has been taught. 

Soon, there was a small hand tugging at his wrist and pulling his attention. As Huan whirled around, his didi smacked his face on his palm, turning from one side to another in an even more clumsy bunny kiss. Lan Huan felt like bouncing, body almost trembling with the effort of keeping his control. 

Lan Zhan looked at him and then, with a very satisfied air, went back to prepare himself.

Ever since then, Bunny Kisses became something to expect on their daily routine, except for their shufu, who who only fell to the tradition once or twice, always in quick bolts that would disappear as soon as they came to be never mentioned again. However, between the two kids it was their new way to say Goodmorning and Goodnight, a Thank-You for when Lan Zhan kept him company during his long afternoons of studies and a See-You-Soon for when they had to head different classes during the morning.

It was only natural, then, that soon Lan Huan’s mind, bright and curious in the peak of childhood, discovered how such a soft form of affection could be used for much more playful mischievousness than it was firstly intended. 

(...)

Lan Huan carefully set his brush down, mindful to not let any drop of ink fall on his table or calligraphy exercise, for the danger of having to write all of it again. With a quiet sigh of relief he looked at his didi, too concentrated in his little pile game to notice that Huan had already finished over and therefore they were free to go out to shufu. The tip of his fingers had a few light smudges of black from when he continued to grind the ink for Lan Huan even before the older could stop him and Huan couldn’t stop the happiness that filled his chest at that, watching as the little boy continued with determination at his task.

An idea rose in his mind.

Perhaps it was a result of how much time they spend sitting down, slowly falling into boredom or that Lan Zhan seemed extra clingy after his classes, but suddenly… suddenly Lan Huan wanted something.

There was a playfulness growing in him, something that looked at his didi and celebrated that he was so oblivious to his intentions. It was the perfect opportunity, just what he needed to attack.

Huh.

He blinked. 

In the next second, he was lunging, his arms full of his younger brother who barely had time to look at him in surprise before Huan was shoving his face on his neck, nuzzling it with energy until a squeak rang across the room, quickly being followed by quick, low snickers that made his shoulders bounce and him to try to hide the sensitive spot from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“Bunny Kisses!” He resurfaced again, gold bright eyes that looked exactly like his staring right back at him. Lan Zhan shook his head, still snickering and scrunching up his neck, phantom tickles dancing on his tingling skin and pulling a tiny smile from his closed lips.

“No?” Lan Huan shook his head together with him, his entire expression still twirling in mischievousness. The corner of his eyes crinkled with his smile “No Bunny Kisses? But you love them so much, right?”

His didi, his lovely, poor little didi, immediately nodded to answer his question and the flashing grin he received was the only hint he had before Lan Huan’s nuzzles descended to his belly, tiny raspberries being placed a couple and more of times until his quiet snickers grew to low, hysterical giggles, chubby hands pushing his head away as the younger squeaked and tittered at each new nuzzle, laughter growing a tad louder when the tickly affection got too close of his sides and bellybutton and then went back to unstoppable chuckling as his brother deviated and tickled from those highly ticklish spots to focus on the rest of his stomach a little more.

“No bunny kisses.” Even with each one of his syllables being caught in tons and tons of giggles, Lan Zhan concentrated on his interjection. “Tickles!”

Lan Huan gasped softly in an exaggerated surprise.

“Oh no, A-Zhan, am I tickling you?” He turned just enough to be able to see the younger one nod fervently. “I must correct this immediately, then!”

Purposefully, he shoved his face fully on his side. Lan Zhan gasped and started to wiggle from one side to another non stop, unable to escape the clutches of the tickle monster. The more the nuzzles attacked and teased the spot, the more squeals and small yelps escaped from his mouth, huffs and puffs of laughter filling the previous too quiet room. He shook his head fervently. 

“It tickles here too?” Lan Zhan nodded, again, and Huan began to rest tiny raspberries here and there, his laughter grew stronger. “What if I do this? Does it tickles less, didi?”

At Lan Zhan’s shaking head and squeaky chuckles, Lan Huan pulled one arm upwards without any resistance, starting to poke and rub his nose on his armpits, voice light and playful as he asked once more. “What about here? Does it tickle too, A-Zhan? Maybe I can try here, then?” Jumping now to his ribs, Lan Huan snickered when a louder squeal flew the air at this and hiccups began painting the younger’s quiet squeaking laughter. “Ah! Not here as well? Didi, you’re really ticklish all over.”

“Then… here.” Finally, Lan Huan gave up his tickle attack and placed the bunny kiss on his forehead, light and soft until the squirming and giggling slowed down a bit.

Lan Zhan felt his own happy giggles slowly dying as well until he felt a small smile and bright eyes staring, lingering in his face in a pout from the playful offense. When he looked, Lan Zhan’s face had gone back to his usual expression, but now much more relaxed and happy. The young brother Lan Zhan sighed deeply, as if burdened by a great duty, he then stared seriously into his older brother’s eyes.

“Xiongzhang is very bad at bunny kisses.”

This time, it was Lan Huan who couldn’t stop his laughter.

So, it started like this, and Lan Xichen began collecting smiles, laughter, light, and happiness. His collection only grew bigger as the time passed, in those moments when his little brother's eyes softened on the corners and he looked at him expectantly, with an attentive, excited attention, when his mother gathered his face in her warm hands and he made a silly face that never failed to pull a smile from her, when he his family continued to expand, full of opportunities and moments that only made Lan Xichen richer and richer.

(...)

They made it to the end, to everyone’s relief, and Lan Xichen thanked how the rules of his sect taught him how to move quick and quiet without resorting to an actual running, ill-mannered pace to escape. The Lans made their way to their rooms swiftly before any other Sect Leader could pull them away to joy idle conversation.  

It was clear in the tilt of his head and the vague sense of his eyes that Lan Zhan was beyond bored, wanting nothing more than for this to be over and them to go home. After listening to Sect Leader Yao complain about the tariffs for almost one entire shichen, Lan Huan could relate. He was sure their Shufu felt like that too, since that small tick in his left eye appeared in the middle of the ranting and hasn't gone away ever since, a clear signal of the adult reaching stress levels that could possibly equal to a qi deviation, besides when Sect Leader Yao’s long winded vent was over, with fingers being pointed to half of the other sects and no solution being proposed, Lan Qiren’s words came hot, scolding and educated in a way that only years of practice would result. The Ouyangs quickly ended the conference after it.

“I will retire to my room to meditate.” Lan Qiren huffed and nodded as Lan Huan and Lan Zhan gave him twin bows, equal in sentiment and execution, making something light appear in his eyes as a response. “Wangji. Xichen. I will see you at breakfast.”

“Mn.” His brother agreed at the same time he said. “Yes, shufu.”

He looked at his little brother and realized he was not going to be the one to ask, so when nothing more was pointed out, Xichen added. “May we attend to your morning meditations together?”

Lan Qiren caressed his goatee, a pleased air momentarily appearing in his face. “They said the blossoms came in earlier this year, creating a calm scenery to clear the mind and balance the spirit. Very well. I will collect you not long before sunrise.”

“We will be ready.” It would be good to change their usual place and enjoy the beauty of the sect they were in. If it was far enough away they could even press their uncle to join them for a few songs in the spirit of “practice” before heading to another exhausting conference. Xichen was plenty aware of how hard it was to deny them when he and Wangji combined his forces.

As the older changed directions and went to his personal quarters, the brothers kept calmly following their way. When the scenery no longer caught his attention, Lan Xichen turned his gaze to the younger, watching his expression vague and unseeing at his surroundings. Wangji was still bored and distracted.

Lan Xichen, after years and years of practice and patience, immediately recognized the quite mischievous feeling that appeared in his soul as his mind processed what a perfect opportunity this was.

There was barely a movement of white and suddenly Lan Wangji froze in his careful, unbothered march, lips pressed in a tight line as his arms unfolded from their position from behind his back to clue on his sides protectively. The feeling of a silly urge to smile bubbled, just as his attention immediately turned to his older brother.

Lan Xichen, of course, controlled his urge to snicker. 

“Is something the matter, Wangjii?”

Ah. He wasn’t as subtle as he expected. Golden, equally accusing and accessing eyes burned on his form as if they could read the plan in his mind. Xichen let a serenate air take over his expression, even though it was a futile attempt of distraction. There was nothing he could do. As much as he knew each expression and quirks of Wangji, the same could be said about his own expressions and his brother, who could read the playfulness in the light of his eyes with ease from lis away, and so took a petulant step away, muscles tensing.

Their gazes found each other. Thankfully, they were already close enough to their quarters that no other wandering disciple would think about appearing to bother them and their dinner had been long delivered at their rooms. Even if there was an emergency they would go first to Shufu. Therefore, there was no hurry at all, to catch some unexpected smiles and giggles today while chasing the exhaustion away.

Lan Xichen chuckled and calmly turned to continue their way, one arm crossed on his back and the other gesturing to the empty corridor. “Let’s go to our room. I am quite tired from the evening.”

Lan Wangji waited for him to go forward and then marched to his pace, right by his side, straying away when the older brother tried to get closer and matching his stride step by step, gaze unrelenting, watching him with the tail of his eyes. 

No words, protesting or accusing, were spared and anticipation was quick to twirl in the air around them.

They stopped in front of the door. Stared at it.

Wangji kept his expression carefully blank. Lan Xichen continued to smile, tranquil.

“Wangji, please?” He motioned for the door.

“Xiongzhang.” Lan Zhan nodded.

None of them moved, not wanting to give up their equal ground to a more vulnerable position. 

Maybe the conference really took a toll on his brother, because he partially caved, an annoyed huff leaving him as he turned the slightly bit away from him, angling his body just enough to open the door and keep him in his field vision in the case of a sudden attack. Unfortunately for him, Lan Xichen was still more practiced and quicker.

In no time at all, a wiggly finger rested on his ribs, sneaking a few tickles there before he dodged.

“Xiongzhang!” There was a gasp and a tune in his voice, a hint of titters. His eyes were attentive and bright, now, which only encouraged Xichen to sneak a few more tickle attacks, another wiggly finger poking  his armpit, a quick pinch on his sides, a bit of prodding on his spine when he kept turning away. They continued to twirl, jumping close and pushing away in a playful game of cat and mouse.

“I am sorry, A-Zhan, am I tickling you?”

Lan Wangji bit back a squeak and a wobbly smile, as too many memories flooded his mind. He was no longer a tiny, innocent and giggly kid to fall so easily to his older brother’s antics. Still, there was a hint of flustered red taking over the tip of his ears.“Lying is prohibited. One must not deceive with his words. One must not fight with the family, for there is no winner. One must not stray from the righteous path!”

There was no helping the joyful laughter escaping from Lan Xichen as they continued their chase, the thought of him walking away from the righteousness because he decided to tickle his younger brother by surprise was too hilarious for him. 

“One must show his true appreciation to his family and friends, to care and intervene when they’re needed. One must honor their elder’s gifts, their experience and wiseness. One must be just and kind, and only then will they be following the right path.” He countered.

“Not tickling.” Wangji highlighted and huffed, annoyed. In a sudden more he opened the door, fast to get into the room and close it, however, too slow to do it before Lan Xichen took the opportunity to burrow his fingers for a few kes on his neck, using the distraction to worm his way inside his room, too. 

“There are no rules saying they don't apply to tickling.”

“Xiongzhang is being purposefully obtuse.”

“Has Wangji grown too old for his brother’s affection? Does he no longer accept my bunny kisses, no long care for his Huan-ge?” Lan Xichen teased, letting his hands fall and looking away with a sad, disheartened face. “Poor is my heart.”

(He calmed too the piece of his soul that ached a bit too truthfully at his words.)

“Xiongzhang.” His ears were completely red now, which was completely endearing. Lan Zhan must have understood him a bit too well, as always, and gave a single step closer, in a suspicious support. “No tickles.” He emphasised.

Lan Xichen sniffed, looking at him with bright, big eyes, Lan Zhan looked back unmoved. “What about Bunny Kisses?”

Oh, they could get even redder. 

“No tickles.” Wangji repeated firmly while taking another step closer. 

Xichen sighed in defeat, and in the next second pounced. Wangji jumped out of the way with a wordless surprised sound. He would become a wonderful cultivator, with reflexes so quick as to catch up with him even with years of differentiation between them.

Still, they would yet have a few years before that. Xichen ranked his fingers up and down Wangji’s ribs, making him stumble out his grasp with a quick huff of laughter, arms hugging himself over the lasting buzzing tingles. He didn’t have a lot of time to recollect himself before the other was attacking again. This time, when Xichen managed to poke and scribble at Wangji’s bellybutton, he pried a quick, muffled snort before the other jumped away. 

Simple like that, they resumed their previous chase across the room, robes floating and dancing in the air as they jumped from one wall to another, going over the furniture and dodging all of their sparse decorations with ease, which definitely wasn’t an activity his shufu would ever approve, but it was very effective to exercise their precision and grace during fast movements.

Just as Wangji was jumping over their bed, preparing to propel himself on the nearest wall and get away, Xichen had the opportunity to catch him, one hand barely had time to secure a firm grip around his ankle before Xichen was pulling him down on the mattress, quickly latching his other hand on his calf and squeezing.

A high squeak floated across the space and Wangji immediately melted on the spot, his kicks completely uncoordinated as he tried to turn his every ounce of control into controlling his laughter. Lan Xichen, as he always did when he saw his younger brother stopping being so serious and having a little of fun, was endeared.

“We’re not in Cloud Recesses, Wangji-di.” Since he already decided to choose violence as a form of caring, Xichen began squeezing the calf non stop, walking up and up until he got to his knees, sparing plenty of light, maddening scribbles on the ticklish skin until it created a quick wave of airy titters before going downwards to his calves again, laughter morphing in deeper guffaws that only grew quicker and lower the more he tormented the muscle, kneading and tasering non stop. “You can laugh as much and as loud as you want.”

Wangji just shook his head, if it was a protest against the tickling or an affirmation that he was not discarding the rules outside his home it was unclear. Obviously, that was not helped by the way Xichen decided to tease his ankles, leaving tiny scratches around the bone and spidering his fingers all around them, collecting more and more squeaks and huffs of laughter by doing so, following those the sensitive spot no matter how much Lan Zhan tried to twist his legs this way or that, more softer giggles dancing on the air with his efforts.

Once more, Xichen decided moving upwards, scribbling and wiggling around his ankles, drumming on his calves, passing with plenty of scribbles and pokes on the underside of his knee until his dancing fingers fingers managed to scratch at that spot between his knee and thigh, which pried an louder flow of snickers, hand slowly creeping to the back of his thighs. He barely clawed the stop and suddenly Wangji was turning around, hands holding his wrists while a big, closed-lipped smile, eyes bright and ears red, stared back at him.

“Xiongzhang.” He admonished, still giggling a bit around his words, probably because that spot of his was a fisher of loud, shrieking laughter. 

Xichen showed him a tiny apologetic smile of his own, expression bright and happy. Wangji softened, still carrying a hint of a pout, and it was a proof of Xichen’s self control to not snicker out loud. It only resulted in another suspicious stare. Once more Wangji had been perfect in reading him. “Stop playing around.”

“I apologize, Wangji.” His tune was still light and playful and, truly, he couldn’t help sneaking a last tease. Poking a little of fun at his younger brother has been one of his delights for a long time now. “But aren’t you glad to no longer be burdened by boredom? There’s a new, more vivid air in you, now, don’t you think?”

Lan Wangji simply huffed and let his hands go, heading to their table without even a glance at his direction, petulantly ignoring him. 

When they finally began sharing their dinner, Lan Xichen noticed the more relaxed pose Wangji carried, a a slight twitch of his lips from time to time (especially when Xichen kept reaching to grab bowls and food next to him, which wasn’t actually any kind of teasing) and a happier, brighter kind of light in his eyes. 

They really knew each other too well, when Wangji’s eyes found his Xichen grinned, the other immediately turned around with another flustered huff.

He had fun, Xichen was glad.

His plan had really worked.

(....)

Lan Xichen smiled warmly, steps silent as he approached the two kids who were too distracted whispering among themselves to notice their new observant. He beamed when he found Jin Guangyao’s, watching the kids from a bench under a colorful gazebo, bouncing a shrieking little A-Ling on his leg. Xichen put a finger in his lips and A-Yao turned back to pay attention to his nephew, pretending to not see the other stop right behind Jingyi and Yuan, bending down quietly, being careful in not letting his shadow fall on them to not be noticed.

“We just need to revise our plan.” Jingyi whispered (which, to him, was a slightly more quiet shout. A-Yuan was watching him with an attentive gaze and he preened under the attention) and, with a stick, moved a few pebbles on the grass. “You stay here with Xichen-ge and while Liangfang-zun is distracted with Sandu Shengshou  I will grab Jin Ling and put him in our room! He can wear my extra robes and hide so no one can find him. I’ll be extra clear so I will not need to change my clothes, too. No one will notice him with so many Lans here.”

“But… won’t Jiang-Zongzhu get sad because we stole his nephew?” A-Yuan didn’t seem as confident in this plan as Jingyi. He looked at Jin Ling in the distance before turning back at his friend. “Won’t he be missing his jiujiu?”

“A-Yuan, he is going away today. If we let him, we won’t be able to play anymore! The adults will order us to wait for when the next Conference happens and it will take forever. And! He will have us, Xichen-ge and his shushu here with him so he won’t be feeling alone.”

Yet, his friend didn’t seem much convinced, Lan Yuan’s belly recoiled from the idea of taking the baby away from his family. If he was Jin Ling, he would be very sad with this plan. But he being Lan Yuan, he was also very sad to see the baby going away. 

His fingers fiddled with the hem of his robe before pressing it until it was free of wrinkles. When he looked up, his eyes were determined. “I think we should ask Xichen-ge to play more with him  He will help.”

“Xichen-ge and Liangfang-zun are really close friends, but Liangfang-zun and Sandu Shengshou are not.” Jingyi pointed and Lan Xichen felt surprised with how attentive the younger was. To keep the relationships between sects as peaceful as possible, very few, almost none, people knew that A-Yao and Jiang-shixiong, no, Sect Leader Jiang didn’t like each other, besides, both of them tried to keep appearances for Jin Ling. “I don’t think it will work if we ask.”

The two kids sagged, stuck in an impasse. A-Yuan poked one of the whitest pebbles, lost in thought. “How can I even distract Xichen-ge?”

Lan Jingyi opened his mouth, but the voice that answered his friend wasn’t his. “I might have an idea.”

The kids squealed and jumped in surprise, Xiao Jingyi turned to look at him with wide eyes and A-Yuan pressed his hands on his mouth, as if to take back the loud noise. Before he could get that guilty expression in his face, Lan Xichen scooped him in one of his arms and started his most successful distracting technique. An even louder squeal was pried from his nephew. 

(They were in Lanling, after all. There is no need to enforce Gusu Lan rules so strictly when there is more pressing matter at hand, like a very likely war between the Jin and the Jiangs if Jin Ling disappears under the care of the first. Besides, if they did start reinforcing the rules, Xichen would also have to pay his fair punishment and write some extensive lines about eavesdropping.)

“Gege! Xichen-ge!” A-Yuan squirmed in his hold, kicking and trying to push his hand away as it began to squeeze his side non stop, playful, restless fingers spidering and pinching every inch of ticklish skin. His high squeaky laughter began traveling across the air and the younger one wiggled and wiggled until he could turn around and shove his face in his shoulder, melting completely on him as his entire body shook with his giggles and crackles.

“Yes?” Xichen smiled and wormed his hand up until it was attacking that silly spot right between his shoulder blades with fluttering fingers and a barely there touch that never failed to fill his uncontrollable laughter with snorts and high pitched snickering. A-Yuan trashed a bit more, finally realizing that there was really no escape from his tickly end. The kid then hugged him closer, shyly muffling his laughter. 

Lan Xichen nuzzled the top of his head, happily. He would have to move him soon, both to be sure that Xiao Yuan was breathing properly and also as a chance to see that delightful smile of his.

“No need to get shy, little bunny, your strategy to distract me is very efficient, I say. I already forgot what I even came here to do.” 

He sneaked two fingers to lightly scratch at his neck, successfully making him pull his face out of his shoulder to scrunch and protect the spot. Lan Xichen flashed an eager grin to those gleaming, squinting eyes. “Maybe I only  need to keep tickle-tickle-tickling you until I remember, then! Doesn’t it sound like a perfect plan?”

A-Yuan was too occupied wiggling his form from the new, previous free hand that found the back of his ribs and was attacking him with vigorous scratching to answer. It didn’t help that the other hand had only crawled up to tease the shell of his ears with an onslaught of soft, light tickles too.

Even so, it didn’t take long before a grip pulled the hand that wasn’t holding his nephew up away and another little boy answered him.

“Let him go!”

“But, A-Yi, then he will fall.” His reply was goodnaturedly and, like a very caring adult, his grin only expanded further at Jingyi’s groan. The boy didn’t despair for long, however, quickly tugging his sleeve once more with a more determined look on his face.

“Don’t worry, A-Yuan. I have an idea!”

Lan Yuan adjusted his face to look at his best friend, uncovering it enough that only one teary eye and half of a bright smile were visible, his hands still held the white fabric under his grip tightly. He looked quite like a worm, squirming from one side to another like this.

“A-Yi!” His giggles got bubbly and full of snorts as Lan Xichen started making his fingers walk up and down and up and down and up and down (again!) his spine. “R-run!”

“Never!” Jingyi protested, putting all his strength in pulling Xichen’s hand away while tiptoeing and putting his other hand between A-Yuan’s back and Lan Xichen's tickly fingers. “I won’t leave you behind! He can’t fight both of us at once, A-Yuan, don’t worry.”

“Is that so? Perhaps, you should come closer to defeat me, I believe.” Xichen stopped tickling A-Yuan and let him become boneless on his hug, tiny snickers still escaping from his lips. With his other arm, he scooped Jingyi up, gracefully suppressing a grimace when the young one shrieked right next to his ear. “There we go. I am excited to see your new, brilliant plan that will lead to my fall.”

Jingyi clumsily straightened himself, poofing out his chest with pride. 

“You already fell for it, Xichen-ge!” With a gleaming smile, A-Yi beamed smugly. He straightened himself even more, both arms resting on his back in a pose that he and Lan Wangji usually assumed when teaching their classes. Lan Xichen easily stomped over his desire to chuckle at the morrorining. “Now both of your hands are full! Which means you can’t use them to tickle us now, aha!”

The adult gasped in faux despair and Jingyi bounced in pride. 

“How didn’t I see this? Jingyi, I am afraid your mind has long surpassed mine. Such a good plan…” A-Yuan patted his arm, still giggling softly, in consolation. Lan Xichen tried very hard to keep his faux despairing tune one and not become endeared. “I fear there is no other choice for me, then. I will have to use my secret technique.”

For a little bit of suspense, he let the silence guide their nerves high, refusing to meet their searching eyes as the xiao lans exchanged looks between themselves and then turned back to watch him tensely, expecting the  moment of his attack. Glancing at his friend, Lan Xichen noted both him and Jin ling staring at the silly moment, the first with a knowing smile and the latter with wide, attentive eyes.

“The Snacking Attack.”

“That is a stu- silly namEEEEEK!!” Jingyi's commentary grew louder with another shriek as Lan Xichen tilted him a little to the side and pressed his face on his belly, placing freely and playfully nimbly nibbles and buzzing raspberries on every inch of the tickle spot. “NO! XICHEN-GE!!”

Different from Lan Yuan, who was always fond of muffling his reactions and closing his eyes from the uncontrollable, loud laughter tickling usually pried from him, Lan Jingyi did the completely opposite, he crackled and shrieked freely, limbs trashing, kicking and squirming with no hope of coordination or escape, missing his every attempt to pushing the buzzing, electric feeling that jumped and tingled his nerves away with every tickle. Lan Xichen made sure to bury his face as much as he could on the spot before replying, shaking it from one side to another with another raspberry.

“Hm?” The words vibrated from his belly to his entire torso. Lan Jingyi wheezed and crackled in reply, one hand coming to his hair to push him away. Lan Xichen hummed again, just to be sure. “I apologize, could you repeat that? I couldn’t quite grasp your words. Someone is laughing really loudly nearby and it muffled your sentence. It’s a good thing that we’re not in Cloud Recess, I suppose, otherwise I would have to catch that giggly person and explain the benefits of keeping a calm, collected mind.”

It would be quite amusing to try to hold a conversation with him. While A-Yuan would at least try to stay focused on what he was saying and in his surrounding, Jingyi seemed to forget every and any single thing in the very moment a small poke attacked his side, his mind focusing in nothing else but the sensation and in almost no time the boy would be jolting and squealing in surprise every time a new spot was tickled, even if he saw the attack come from a li away.

“NO!” He squawked, laughing non stop “No tickling! You’re cheating!!”

“Is that so? I wasn’t under the impression we were playing a game.” Satisfied with the wheezing turn that his laughter took, Lan Xichen lifted his face, smiling calmly at the kid when his beaming eyes found his, airy chuckles and subdued crackles still spilling from him, arms crashing down to protect his torso “I apologize. Please, if you would be so kind, explain to me, then, the rules of this game.”

“Yehehah!” Jingyi cheered excitedly, no longer hugging himself and starting to grin in mischievousness. He pointed a wobbly finger at him! “No ticklihihing.”  

“No tickling.” Lan Xichen agreed. “What else?”

Jingyi pursed his lips, thinking. Suddenly, his eyes twinkled. “You must put A-Yuan on the ground!”

With narrowed eyes, he watched as Lan Xichen complied, his friend sagging and clutching the larger, white sleeves with a few snickers before letting them go and stumbling on the ground. Jingyi bounced in his arms in happiness, seeing that his wishes were truly being followed. 

“Jin Ling must be here as well, for this and all of our games, tomorrow and then the tomorrow after that and then tomorrow after tomorrow! We have to tickle him too when he comes, so it’s fair. You must come to more of our games! And play fairly! No sneaking to talk with Jin-Zongzhu far away.”

Feeling his cheeks burn and how the kid didn’t look anywhere close to stopping, Lan Xichen finally pulled his final card.

With a light tune, he interrupted Jingyi.

“Excuse me, this is a very long list, I might if I am not in the best conditions, and to carefully contemplate each of your points and try my best to find a common place between us with them I will need to gather my energy and strength, alright?” Jingyi pouted, but there was no throwing a fit or planning another kidnap, which was a good signal though. “For that, you won’t mind if I have a snack, do you? To replenish the body and calm the soul. It will be really quick.” 

They boy must have started to recognize his quirks, for the way he immediately became suspicious. However, when he realized the possible meaning of his words, it was already too late.

“Would you like some more raspberries?”

He gasped. “NO-”

Suddenly his entire ribs were being devoured in long, loud and buzzing raspberries that made him almost fall from the other’s grip. Unrestrained, high pitched, squeaking and shrieking laughter filled the yard as his mind was completely taken over by the mischievous attack.

Lan Xichen lifted his mouth, but for the way that the squeaks and squeals continued to fill the air, he might as well had continued his tickly endeavor.

“A delicious meal, indeed.” Jingyi crackled and laughed, legs kicking and tiny hands coming to rest in his face. “A-Yi, please,” his tune was amused and exasperated. “You’re aware of our rules: one must not talk during their meals. Yet, I can hear your cute laughter loud and clear, you must cease this loud behavior at once.”

“You’re tickling me!!” 

“Am I?” Deciding to finally stop his playing and teasing, Lan Xichen stopped his tickles and pulled himself back to his usual straightened posture, a fond smile gracing his lips as he watched the young one in his arms giggle and squirm. “I was under the impression that I was simply offering some raspberries for a snack. I apologize.”

As the other recuperated his breath, the adult turned to look downwards, seeing big grey eyes staring right back at him. A-Yuan jolted and looked down, holding the hem of his clothes and stepping closer to him.

It was not difficult at all to see what he wanted.

Adjusting A-Yi, Lan Xichen scooped the kid again, laying tiny raspberries all across his neck and cheeks, until a twin pair of giggles were ringing loudly in the air.

“Er-ge must be really hungry today.” A-Yao glided closer, uncaring for how Jin Ling chewed at the string of his hat, a playful light in his eyes. “Perhaps I should assure a larger assortment of snacks during our time in the conference. Jintali is proud of their hospitality, especially for allies.”

“A-Yao.” Lan Xichen huffs a laugh, lightly scolding.

A shout and trashing attracted his attention back to the Lans on his arms, who, at some point, engaged in a tickle fight between themselves. Jingyi had captured Yuan’s feet and was attacking his friend with energetic scribbles while the other tried to pry his fingers away, laughing and squirming freely, one hand getting dangerously close too A-Yi’s own leg, but the kid was much preoccupied shouting about his victory to notice.

Lan Xichen's heart was truly weak, seeing both of them having fun and being loud like that made it melt from cuteness. Of course, his sect’s rules weren’t as harsh for the kids as it was for the adults who should know better, but the sight of the boys playfully fighting and being unapologetic loud about their joy was a rare enough occurrence that should be enjoyed.

After a few moments of a light brawl and more giggles, Lan Xichen couldn’t help but turn around to rest a fond kiss on the top of their heads. He sighed contentedly, uncaring for a few kicks or slaps that found their way to his chest. Nothing better to light up after an exhausting conference than to hear such some bright laughter, it was almost as if all his energy was being replenished after this moment. The fact that both kids would be tired enough for their bedtime today was also a good consequence of all this fooling around.

Shrieking laughter and snorts ran like a lovely melody across the yard.

“What is happening here? Who is being murdered?!” 

Lan Xichen turned in time to see Jiang Wanyin's frowning face emerge from the inner’s doors as he stormed across it. His gaze clued on him, eyes passing through his face and the laughing kids in his arms as confusion blinked for a moment in his eyes before being replaced by his usual closed expression. 

“Zewu Jun.” He bowed formally and, as Lan Xichen lowered to put the kids on the ground and return the gesture, lifted his hand in a halting motion. “No need. I am not staying long, I only came here to get my nephew.”

“Sect Leader Jiang.” A-Yao stepped close, receiving the bow from the other and answering in kind with a smile full of politeness but with little truth. In his arms, Jin Ling squirmed until he put him on the ground, the little one wobbling to his jiujiu until he could latch on his legs with a squeal and a long winded babbling.

For a moment, the fondness on both of Sect Leader’s eyes was so strong that Lan Xichen really wished they could get along easier, being so equally caring about Jin Ling. 

The spell was over soon, however. 

“Of course, I will ask the maidens to prepare his belongings for the trip.” Jin Guangyao made a flourish with his hand and sent a message butterfly to the inner part of the palace. One of Wanyin’s eyes twitched. “Has this year’s conference been fruitful for you?”

“As much as it can be.” Jiang Wanyin replied with a slightly less polite tune, but with an equal void of truth. “The Jiang Yummeng Sect thanks the Jin Sect for their hospitality.”

“Of course, our sects have been strong allies for years, and I am glad our hospitality shows my appreciation. Tell me, how has the rebuilding of Lotus Pier been?”

Before he could listen more of their exchange, Lan Xichen felt Jingyi squirming on his arm and remembered to put them on the ground, patting and adjusting their clothes until they were less wrinkled. All the while, Jingyi kept stealing glances at Jiang Wanyin and Jin Ling and then turning to him with big, pleading eyes. Yuan did the same, although his eyes barely found his before he was looking down, playing with the hem of his robes sadly.

The adult sighed and got up.

“Sect Leader Jiang.” Said one stopped what he was saying and turned at him sharply, his displeased face turning into a confused scowl, once again. “About Jin Ling’s departure, I believe there is something A-Yi and A-Yuan wanted to ask. They’ve already recomposed themselves.” He joked, reminding about how the other had found them playing in the yard.

Jiang Wanyin huffed, the corner of his lip twisting for a brief as if it wanted to break his sharp expression, but as quick as it came it was over. The Jiang turned completely at the kids, staring as Jingyi stared fiercely back. Lan Xichen laid an encouraging hand on their backs, pushing lightly forward.

“We would like to play a little more with A-Ling, please, Jiang-Zhongzhu.” A-Yuan bowed the proper height and then turned to Lan Xichen, who nodded in agreement.

Wanyin frowned (it felt a bit different than his previous one, even if Xichen couldn’t quite put his finger on why. His face was more expressive than his brother, moving and changing from expression to expression much more visibly, however, it was still hard to distinguish each one). “I will stay for a few hours while me and Liangfang-zun share a cup of tea and all of Jin Ling’s stuff gets prepared. You can play with him then, until we leave.”

“And then he’s gone forever?” Lan Shizui held Jingyi’s hand tightly, voice so small and low that it broke their hearts a little. A-Yao pressed his lips firmly, a bit guilty. 

“He is not going to die,” Sect Leader Jiang rolled his eyes, tune half exasperated and half clipped, then seemed to realize whose presence he was and set himself even more straight. “You will see him again if Zewu Jun brings you for the next conference.”

“He is our friend! You can’t-”

“Lan Jingyi.” Lan Xichen cut before the boy could get even more worked up or Sandu Shengshou could get offended by his demeanor. Jingyi huffed and quieted down. “Do not let your emotions overcome you.” When all he received was a small nod from Jingyi and a big, sad eye from his nephew, with an internal sigh, he continued. “Perhaps Sect Leader Jiang would be amenable in setting a visiting date at Lotus Pier in the near future?” He doubted Jin Ling would enjoy the Cloud Recesses being so little.

Jiang Cheng tensed and looked at him, searching for something before his eyes fixated on the kids. The corner of his eyes were tight and expression seemed more sharp than normal. Eventually, he bowed, nor higher or lower than necessary. “The Gusu Lan Sect is always welcome in Lotus Pier. I will personally send a letter to set the date and details a couple of days after I settle in my office and take care of the most urgent matters.”

“Of course.” Lan Xichen bowed back. “Gusu Lan thank Sandu Shengshou for his offer. Me, Lan Shizui and Jingyi do thank you as well.”

“Yes!” Shizui caught his clue first and pulled him and Jingyi into a clumsy, too low for the situation, bow. Sect Leader Jiang’s face lost some of its tension then. 

“It’s good for A-Ling to form strong bonds with the Lan Sect, maybe it will rub off some patience on his bad temper.” As to prove his words, he lightly poked the toddler’s nose and received an angry, long winded rant for it, tears gathering on the corner of his eyes as he moved his arms to clutch on the offending hand. The Jiang tsked and pulled him closer, bouncing in an attempt to ease him with an eye roll. Lan Xichen hummed in agreement, quietly amused.

“I will head to my quarters now and prepare the necessary documents for our discussion.” Both him and A-Yao nodded to each other and Lan Xichen followed the lead as well. The younger leader then turned his attention to the little Lans with an inexpressive face. “You two got something to say?”

Jingyi nodded and stepped forward, getting his arms full of a toddler when Jiang Cheng lowered Jin Ling back to the ground, Lan Shizui approached them and got trapped on the hug as well.

“I’m going to miss you.” He whispered.

Jin Ling simply accepted the affection before deciding it was enough and pushing them away. He turned around then and clung right back to his jiujiu’s leg, waving them as he gathered on his arms once more and they headed away, a Spider appearing from somewhere far, facing away from them following him close as Sect Leader Jiang marched back inside.

“Bye bye!”

After their shared dinner, Jiang Cheng announced that he would be staying for two more days (after, of course, the polite e politically expected back-and-forth where he stated not wanting it to be viewed as an imposition to the Jin Sect, to which A-Yao claimed that he was welcomed to stay as long as he felt like until it was decided) in Koi Tower before departing to Lotus Pier.

Only when Lan Xichen managed to put both children to sleep did he realize that this meant that Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling would be leaving the very same day he, Shizui and Jingyi were. An interested smile pulled at his lips at that. 

Ever since that day, much more play dates had been arranged and a stronger bond formed between them, both with the adults and children. Sect Leader Jiang (then Jiang Wanyin and now simply Wanyin) and A-Yao became more amenable to each other, even if they continued to have a pleased joy in poking each other to their limits. Lan Jingyi and Shiziu were no longer small enough to be carried by Xichen nor needed him to arrange playdates, both already starting to lose the baby fat of their cheeks and go out on night hunts accompanied. Which meant that xiao Jin Ling already claimed himself too old for such “childish things” as well and pestered his uncle to be taken together on his own night hunts, resulting in plenty of bickering and annoyed letters being exchanged back and forth between the sects. The more the days passed by, the more Xichen got surprised with how fast they were growing up.  

However, there was something they would never be too old to escape from.

Lan Jingyi’s surrounding awareness was growing better, Lan Xichen noticed, probably because of the uncountable shenanigans he and his friends (Shizui not excluded) continued getting into. The very memento Xichen approached him, stepping quietly closer as he saw the boy wander around while he was enjoying the calm evening, Jingyi immediately turned his head in his direction, freezing for a moment, eyes wide and body tensing, before dashing away.

Oh well, Xichen sighed, catching up with the young teen and gathering in no time a bundle of shrieking Jingyi in his arms. His smile was soft and his voice calm as he lectured him, no heat in his tune, but in a giant contrast with his hands, which were skillfully and fast at tickling his armpits, digging and drumming and making him thro his head back in laughter, legs kicking madly.

“Young Master Jingyi, I am sure you’re plenty aware of our sects’ rules, being an acquaintance to them just as much as I, despise our diffent ages.” Jingyi replied with loud crackling and Xichen sighed in faux admonishment, sparing a few fingers to wiggle over his highest ribs as his thumbs still tormented his armpits. “Therefore, we both know which rules you broke and are breaking at this very moment, don’t we? Can you please inform each one of them to me?”

Jingyi squealed and squirmed, trying in vain to escape him. When moments passed by with no response, Lan Xichen lightened his attack, deciding to instead scribble his fingers on his neck and pry higher pitched and uncontrollable giggles, in lieu of helping the boy.

“Take the time you need, A-Yi. I will be waiting for your answer right here.”

He highlighted the end of his sentence with even more tickles, Jingyi shook his head and fell completely on his arms, snickering and giggling non stop.

Patience was a virtue, and Lan Xichen wouldn’t want to hurry such a bright, young mind. Jingyi would come to share his answer when he was ready, he was sure. While that didn’t happen, Xichen was more than happy to stay exactly where he was, giving the boy all the motivation he needed.

Lan Shizui, (un)fortunately, was not so attentive nor as bold to break one of their main rules right in front of the heir of the sect, which allowed Lan Xichen to approach him and walk side by side before the boy was looking at him, his polite greeting vanishing on his lips when he saw the specific smile Lan Xichen had in his face, immediately changing, however, to the fastest pace possible one could get without running. 

It was a little funny to see. Xichen, of course, matched him step by step, continuing at his side.

Shizui jolted when a poke landed on his side, too quick to be dodged, while a loud and embarrassing high pitched squeal almost escaped from his mouth. As he tried to dodge or change his path, more and more pokes attacked, falling on his back, wiggling on his sides, teasing his ribs and prodding his shoulder blades determinedly and relentlessly until he was left squeaking and stumbling on his steps, no longer able to at least pretend to maintain a straight face as those playful and bright golden eyes (so much alike HuangJun that Shizui couldn’t help but feel himself smiling joyfully in reply) and being easily followed by his uncle.

“Young Master Shizui, where are you trying to go? Wouldn’t you accompany me for a walk?”

Shizui simply shook his head, snickers and chuckles muffled by his hands that immediately when to cover his face, red spreading across his ears and neck at the playful words and tickles that continued to tease him through all the way.

Jingyi and Shizui never got to really understand what impulsed the First Jade to get so mischievous asn silly around them, how he could find both when they were on a bad mood or after a rough day and put a content smile on their face, but each time they would be greeted with that same grin and a warm embrace. Memories would spill from when they were both tiny enough to hide behind him amidst his robes and they perhaps would never be able to admit out loud, but Jingyi and Shizui were more than happy to be reminded of such fond, cherished moments of their childhood. 

Xichen, as well, never told anyone, but all of them knew he was more than happy to continue to share this piece of playfulness with the ones he watched and helped to grow up. 

In the end, there are simply things that they wouldn’t truly wish to escape.

[~*~]

EXTRAS

The story Lan Xichen was reading for small Lan Zhan wasn’t something Lan Qiren choose (he favored the poetry books, but those would have to wait until the kids were older) but that the kids received as a present from one of the elder and, much for his chagrin, one that Lan Zhan loved with all his heart and asked to Xichen to read for him every night for years refusing to go to sleep otherwise and getting incredibly fussy on the next day if he didn’t.

Lan Xichen tickling Lan Yuan: <3 <3 <3 awwww look at my nephew he is so cute <3 <3 very smol very polite

Lan Xichen tickling Lan Jingyi: >:]] So you’ve chosen death >:]]]

To the little girl that I met on the park when I was 7 and who rattled out her little brother's worst tickle spot as his ankles: thank you so much I have never forget this moment and I hope I am doing right by your name to honor the knowledge you gave me and using it to torment my dear fictional characters <3

[the-untamed-obsession]

Hii! I saw what you did with Sizhuyu’s request but if you can.. Can you do Sizhui ( again ), Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen? Like the other post on where they like to kiss you but can you add hug? Haha sorry if its too much! I just love this blog

Haii!!! This took longer than I thought it would! I hope you like it💖 This is my first time writing for the Juniors (aside from Sizhui) and so I hope I did them justice! This was fun and I might consider continuing to write for them! I don’t know them too well though!

Where They Like To Hug/Kiss You (Juniors)!

Lan Sizhui:

He LOVES hugs and kisses. His favorite place to kiss you is your cheeks!

Especially hugs where he can bury his face in your chest. He’ll often lay on your chest and just listen to your heart beat. Sometimes he’ll look up at you as you talk. You don’t have to look down at him (since it gets uncomfy after a while), but he’ll keep staring at you. He just loves to look at you. You’ll always get surprise cheek kisses. 

He adores the giggles he can get out of you through both the hugs and kisses. BEWARE! If you’re ticklish… he’ll tickle you.

You’d finally settled into bed after a long day. You were as exhausted as you thought you’d be, which was good news because your favorite activity of the day was coming up! Everyday Sizhui was able to stay with you, every night you two would snuggle up in bed and just talk about anything.

Tonight, he just so happened to be able to stay with you. He quickly joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a tight hug. You giggled as he pressed his head into your chest, allowing you to rake your fingers through his hair.

Your conversation started by asking how Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were doing but it quickly morphed into a conversation about whether or not ghosts would ever be cursed with tasting their most hated foods. Your conversations had no bounds and would go anywhere, they could be serious or silly. You adored it all.

“Imagine being able to taste your least favorite food for the rest of your ghostly life!” You said with a giggle. You failed to notice the lovestruck look Sizhui had on his face as he leaned up and kissed your cheeks. You smiled and looked down at him. “You missed, silly.”

“Yeah but your cheeks are so soft, I can’t help but want to kiss them every time.”

Lan Jingyi:

If he had to choose between hugs and kisses, he would pick hugs because your arms are the best place for him. His favorite place to kiss is your lips!

He’ll hug you anywhere he can. He loves hugs and sometimes he’ll even surprise you with hugs! He prefers to hug you from the front because he can kiss you like that, but hugs from behind are cute too. Try hugging him from behind, sometime.

He loves to see your smile! Both hugs and kisses are the best way to see them so you bet he’ll do it every single time he can.

You reached out and tried to pluck the small flower from the tree. It was only a couple of inches away and you stood on your toes. It was so close! As your finger gently brushed past a petal, you felt arms wrap around you. You squealed but immediately calmed down once your boyfriend’s scent wrapped around you.

“Ah! You scared me!” You laughed as you turned in his arms. Jingyi looked down at you with a smile before hugging you tightly.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. How are you, today?” You smiled as he easily reached up and plucked the flower out of the branch for you. His hand brushed past your hair as he slid the flower behind your ear.

“Thank you.” He shook his head with a big smile.

“No, thank you.” You tilted your head and giggled.

“What for? You’re the one who got the flower.” He was tempted to answer you, but chose not to. Instead, he leaned down and captured your lips with his own. You melted into his sweet kiss, completely forgetting about what you’d asked.

Thank you for letting me see your beautiful face everyday.

Jin Ling:

He adores your hugs, but he won’t say it out loud. He even acts like they’re annoying, but never once has he ever rejected your hugs. In fact, every time you hug him, you can feel him melt into you. On top of that, he loves kisses too. He likes kissing your neck, because he can bury his face into it afterwards and you’ll never see him.

He’ll get all pouty to get hugs from you, but on rare occasions, he’ll just walk up to you and give you a hug. He used to be awkward at first, but eventually got better at them.

He has to admit, the smile that lights up your face when he does hug you makes him happier than he’s ever been. Sometimes when he sees you’re sad, he’ll give a hug or kiss.

You sighed as you sat down on the bed. Your anxiety had started acting up again and it didn’t make sense. Nothing was around to make you especially anxious, yet here you were. A mess. You wanted to go to Jin Ling, but didn’t want to bother him.

So here you were, sitting alone as your mind ran through the most annoying scenarios. You had been exhausted and you were hungry, but the anxiety made you lose your appetite. All you could do was sit there and try not to break down.

You’d barely noticed Jin Ling enter the room and walk towards you, calling out your name. He’d been looking for you and last he heard, you’d walked into your room with a very upset look, so of course, he got worried. He suspected your anxiety was getting to you.

Slowly, he walked and crouched in front of you. You still hadn’t noticed him. He reached out and gently took your hands, startling you. However, he didn’t speak, he only massaged your hands which seemed small and insignificant, but helped you more than you could explain.

You felt your anxiety leave as tears pricked your eyes. He looked at him and he nodded, which was enough for you. You let the emotions flow, letting your tears carry away the worst of feelings. Jin Ling moved to the bed and held you in his arms while you cried.

“It’s ok… it’ll be ok.” He whispered, placing gentle kisses on your neck. After that, he held you for as long as you needed while you got those irritable emotions out.

Ouyang Zizhen:

Hugs and cuddles for days! After a long, stressful day, he just loves to lay in your arms and let you talk. He doesn’t particularly care about the topic, he just wants to hear your voice. He also loves kisses and specifically likes to kiss your forehead.

You’ll often lay on his chest, so it’s pretty easy for him to get your forehead. However, he’ll also just randomly tug you in and kiss your forehead. It always catches you off guard.

He adores that little smile and giggle of yours. The way you’ll shy away sometimes just fuels his need to wanna see it more. Like come on, how you gon be so cute?

You smiled as you stuck your fingers into the small pod. You reached out and grabbed a small flower floating in the water and held it in your hand. You were just waiting for your boyfriend to arrive since you two had planned a small date and here you were getting distracted.

Zizhen found you not too long after and stopped a distance away. He leaned against a tree as an adoring smile appeared on his face. He truly loved you and he never cared to try to hide it, but the best way to see his feelings were in a situation like now. Just look at his face; his eyes. He watched as you giggled and pushed the flower around in the water before picking up another one. You’d lower your hand into the water, let them float away before picking them up again.

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He called after a few moments, making you look back at him. Your face lit up as you let go of the flowers once more. You ran towards him with the biggest smile and immediately jumped into his arms. He let out a laugh as he hugged back, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You smiled and rested your head against his chest.

“Sorry, I got a little distracted.” You giggled, making him shake his head. He brushed some of your hair back before twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

“Whatever will I do with you, huh?”

“Hmm, love me?”

“Only if you love me back.”

“Deal!”

[tangledinmdzs]

can’t see from up there - junior quartet hcs

 you are taller than the juniors, and thus you must flaunt this dedicated to my taller readers, i’m envious lolol

Lan Sizhui

you’d love that you’re only a few cms taller, but the difference is noticeable.

Sizhui can probably kiss the lower half of your face, naturally

goes on tippy toes to actually reach your cheekbones

cute af

and you tend to lean your head on top of his because he’s just right there

and Sizhui always gets embarrassed because he’s being treated like a baby

and even though he’s a bit smaller than you he still babies you in all the ways that he can,

honestly though, even though you were physically taller, you feel small and babied  with the way that Sizhui holds you whenever you guys are cuddling

and because you’re so tall basically half of your body drapes over him whenever you guys are together

and he loves it, because you’re like a big cat and it’s the cutest thing ever

you guys are so cute

i rest my case

Lan Jingyi

will stand on his tippy toes whenever he’s around you

you’d pat his head to infuriate him

it really does

but at the same time, he really likes to be able to jump on your back

and although that is dangerous for a plethora of reasons

you still indulge in carrying him from time to time

you don’t carry him for much though, he’s quite heavy

but he likes the effort that you put in

plus this dude would quite like your sweaters

because you usually buy fluffier stuff than him

and because you’re taller than him, whenever he takes your sweater from you, it’s like a little mini blanket

honestly the height difference thing wouldn’t bother him

because he loves everything about you

and this was just one more thing about you to love <3

Jin Ling 

your back hugs are the best because you literally drape your arms all around 

but he’d still be a bit self conscious going out with someone who’s taller than him

it’s barely noticeable, honestly

but i guess Jin Ling has always been the type of guy to kind of have issues with things that don’t really matter (lmao)

when you first started dating you’d wear flats and sneakers to go out with him to make him feel less self-conscious

and although Jin Ling loves looking at you running around in your favorite pair of converses

he also sees the way you longingly stare after some cute pumps whenever you guys stop by the mall or such

and it makes him feel guilty (rightfully so)

because he realizes that he shouldn’t force you to behave differently or wear something else just to make him happy

because a relationship was about the both of you being happy

and so a few months into the relationship

he gets you those pumps that you had been eyeing at the mall some time ago

urges you to wear heels more often,

because this small height difference had nothing against your love

Ouyang Zizhen

likes that you’re taller than him, because when you hug him he feels very loved

likes to nuzzle into your neck even though it’s your ticklish spot

he puts his nose there and blows raspberries there almost every time that you guys hug

and it always gets a laugh out of you

both for the spit and the noise

and just how cute it makes Zizhen

Zizhen would try to coax you into carrying him but that is a big no no, because even though you were taller than him you were leaner 

and had no arm strength for that haha

Zizhen also likes to latch onto you around you stomach arm whenever you’re cooking or doing things in the kitchen

because wadding after you in that back hug formation, he can listen to each heartbeat of yours

and hear it quicken up when he places a naughty hand under the edge of your shirt

[antiquecompass]

Untamed Fest Day 5: Music

“Is it true your dad proposed to your other dad with a song?”

Lan Sizhui looked up from his music book to find half the classroom staring at him. 

“Um, what?” he asked. 

Sophie McKim pulled up from the slouch she had over his upright piano and gave him a sheepish smile. “It’s just--I heard that Mr. Lan proposed to your dad with a song.”

“He wrote him a song, but that was back when they were teenagers,” Sizhui said.

“Really?” Sophie asked, eyes gone bright. “Isn’t that romantic.”

“Sure,” Sizhui said as he turned back to his work. “If you think over ten years of pining just to get a date is romantic.”

“It is!” Jingyi said from beside him, fingers tuning the acoustic guitar in his lap. “You can’t trust Sizhui about this stuff. He’s grown-up immune to it. He shrugs it off like it isn’t the most romantic thing in the world that Mr. Lan set his heart on his dad when they were seven years old and held on to and grew up with that love. And then wrote him <i>that</i> song.” He sighed. “They always play it together at the special music lectures.”

“They still didn’t really date for another three years after Papa first showed Dad the finished song.”

Jingyi reached over and threw half of Sizhui’s hair over his eyes. “Stop ruining our romantic visions with your reality.”

“History. Truth. Facts.”

“Were you there?” Jingyi asked. 

“You do know my parents got engaged after Papa came home from the yearly retreat to find me and my dad in the bathroom. Papa basically demanded they would be married before the year was out. It wasn’t romantic; it was practical. You do know that, right?”

“Lies,” Jingyi said. “My mother says it was at Cloud Recesses and there were fireworks.”

“That was their second proposal,” Sizhui said. 

“She also said when you first met Cousin Zhan that you--”

Sizhui quickly slapped a hand over Jingyi’s mouth. It was bad enough his parents often retold the story of him clinging, wet and naked from a bath, to his Papa’s leg upon first meeting him. He didn’t need the entire school to know.

Jingyi drew his fingers to that spot on Sizhui’s wrist that always made him squeal and flinch away from how ticklish it was.

There was no pride today in the Advanced Band classroom.

“I will tell them about the time you covered your entire body in marshmallow fluff and then got chased by seagulls,” Sizhui hissed, low enough for only Jingyi to hear.

Jingyi’s eyes widened. “That was a sleepover secret. You and Zizhen swore never to reveal it to anyone.”

“If I go down, I’m taking you with me, Jingyi.”

Jingyi got that look in his eyes that meant a dare was about to be issued, but when the classroom door opened they pulled apart, sitting at attention.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Lan,” the entire class greeted.

Papa nodded as he placed his planner and portfolio on the desk. He walked to the center of the classroom, sparing a warm glance for Sizhui, before starting class.

“It is the third Friday of the month. Since some of you are new to Advanced Band, on the third Friday a free day is allowed. We focus on more modern pieces, rather than our traditional coursework. Are there any requests for today?”

Let it never be said Sophie McKim knew fear. Her hand shot up in the air faster than any other student.

“Miss Mckim?”

“Mr. Lan, may we hear the song you wrote for your husband?”

Sizhui was probably the only one in the room who caught the quick look of surprise that ran across his father’s face, but it disappeared quickly for a small, crooked smile.

“I don’t have enough copies of the sheet work for the class,” he said.

“Can we just listen to you play it?” Sophie asked. 

“It is best heard as a duet,” Papa said. “Sizhui, Jingyi, if you would?”

“This is your fault,” Sizhui muttered as he stood and pulled a copy of the sheet music out from the piano bench. 

“Make room, Sizhui,” Jingyi said as he scooted next to him on the bench, his guitar traded for his metal flute.

“There is a chair right there,” Sizhui said.

“Give into the romance of it all,” Jingyi said.

“Gentlemen, is there a problem?”

“No, Mr. Lan,” they answered.

“For the record,” Sizhui said, raising his voice for the entire class to hear, “this should be played with the guqin and the dizi.”

Papa nodded. “There is a special music lecture at the end of the month. Any who wish to attend can hear it played with its traditional instruments.”

“What about the lyrics?” Jingyi asked.

Sizhui would not stomp on Jingyi’s foot, because Papa was right there, and Jingyi had just gotten over a sprained ankle, but he would absolutely dump the entire canister of pepper flakes on his pizza at dinner. It’d make for an awkward date, but Sizhui felt it was justified. He hated singing in front of people.

“Sizhui, please start.”

Sizhui stretched out his hands as he started to play, the lyrics coming out of his mouth in the soft way he’d heard since he was a child; as a lullaby, as a hummed melody, as a soft song of comfort sung between his father’s when one of them was sick. He couldn’t remember the first time he’d heard the song, but it’d been there his whole life, in some form or other. He really didn’t need the sheet music to play, memory guiding his fingers as well as the words coming out of his mouth. 

It wasn’t exactly a joyous song, neither in music or lyrics, and Sizhui could only imagine what Papa must’ve been feeling as he composed it, trying to put his deepest fears and yearnings in metaphors about distance and life and death and the like. But it ended on hope. So much hope. There in the notes at the end, ending strong where it started soft, ending sure where it started almost tentative. The ode of love from a boy who spent his entire youth in love with someone he was never sure he could ever really have--and then he could, and then did. 

The classroom was silent when they finished. Sizhui pretended not to see Jingyi quickly wipe his eyes. 

Sizuhi turned to Sophie. “Is it all you hoped for?”

Her eyes looked glassy as she nodded. She turned to Papa. “Mr. Lan, thank you for letting us hear it.”

Papa bowed his head. “Any other requests?”

Sizhui didn’t pay much attention as he closed the sheet music and listened to various requests for Hamilton and The Greatest Show with Six finally winning out, with the opening notes of <i>Ex-Wives</i> filling the room. Jingyi also stayed quiet next to him as he took apart his flute and carefully put it back in its case.

“You know, you just have to ask any time you want to hear it,” Sizhui said, resting his chin on Jingyi’s shoulder. “You don’t have to sic Sophie McKim on me.”

“She really did want to hear it, though,” Jingyi said. He quickly nuzzled his nose against Sizhui’s, putting some distance between them before they could get caught. “Maybe one day I’ll write a song for you.”

“Really?” Sizhui asked. “And how would it go?”

“Sizhui,” he started.

“Yes.”

“Sizhui.”

“Right here.”

“Shh,” Jingyi said. “I’m composing. I’m trying to figure out what rhymes with Sizhui.”

“It doesn’t have to rhyme.”

“It should rhyme,” Jingyi said. He thought for a few more minutes and then sighed. “Fine, it won’t rhyme. Sizhui.”

“Present and accounted for.”

“Sizhui, I want to kiss that mole on your cheek and see you smile for an entire week.”

Sizhui laughed as he turned his attention back to the class. “Maybe spend some more time on the lyrics, but once we’re out of school, feel free to kiss me wherever you want.”

Maybe he’d only dump half the container of pepper flakes on his pizza. 

[stella-maria7]

THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: THE TANGLED HEART

Chapter 18: PREMONITIONS

Notwithstanding the time of the night when it supposed to be a full-moon, the whole sky was left lonely with not a single glistering object accompanying it. Not even one star, and bizarrely, not even a slight part of the moon. The whole sky was pitch-black.

Lan Xichen was sitting cross-legged with his hands resting atop his bended knees and his palms facing the ceiling. Stream of pale blue light encompasing him as he closed his eyes, concentrating on circulating his spiritual energy. Any of the room’s openings such as windows and door was all closed to prevent any disturbance. Not that he would be disturbed anyway. The whole world knew that eldest Twin Jades of Lan was in seclusion. Who would dare to come?

Well, people might not dare to, but nature feared no other. The gust of winds were banging on his door and windows loudly as if the storm was coming. The rattling sound continued nonstop until it successfully penetrated the room. One of the windows were forced open with a bang, letting the cold strong wind inside. As Lan Xichen opened his eyes, the blue light receding to his body. He got up and adjusted his clothes before walking to stand next to the open window.

Something wasn’t right and he could feel it. It was just like five years ago. When his brother and Wei Wuxian told him about the truth nature of Jin Guangyao, he still didn’t believe them. How could he when he had always trusted him? He breathed in the air and frowned. At the night of Jin Guangyao’s death, the air smelled just like this. At that time, he didn’t know so there was nothing much he could do to prevent what had happened from happening. However, this time was different. He needed to do something within his capability to prevent more misfortune life losses.

“I fear that I have been in seclusion far too long.” He said as he looked up to the moonless sky, face full of painful memories.

***

The window was left open to let the air in. And since the chamber was on top of the hills, it usually received strong wind than at other places. Nevertheless, the wind today was way too fierce that it was almost blowing a gale. Papers, both written and new, were flying everywhere in every direction.

A brush was laid down at the corner of the ink’s container with a sigh. Lan Qiren stopped his writing and stroked his beard. His usual frown face was still frowning now. In the next second, a puff of wind blew into the room and extinguished the lit candle, letting the darkness devoured the whole room.

In the dark, Lan Qiren wondered how much time he had left to enjoy this undisturbed tranquility old life.

***

Jiang Cheng was standing with his arms behind his back in front of the lotus pond. He stared at the pond and memories of the younger version of Wei Wuxian and himself flashed before his eyes.

Wei Wuxian and he would always skip lunch and escape to this pond. This was his brother’s favorite place since he loved eating. He would lie on the boat and eat the lotus seeds all day. And sometimes, they would toss seeds into each other mouth playfully. Then, when the sun was about to set, his sister would come to find both of them and brought them home.

How he wished he could as careless as he was when he was young. How he wished his sister were still alive. How he wished…

Right at that moment, Jiang Cheng felt the ground beneath his feet shook violently, creating ripples after one’s another on the water surface. The vibration made the lotus flowers’ petals fell all over the place, leaving a big mess with the ripples. Without bothering to open his eye, he frowned and clicked his tongue in annoyance “What is it going to be this time?”

***

At Burial Mounds, the place known for its darkness, was thought to be abandoned after the fall of Yilling Patriarch. However, if one looked closer, we saw a figure in black sitting with one knee up to his chest, eyes stared at nothing specific as they were dwelling on the past memories with the hellp of the familiar settings.

Those memories were heart-rending enough that could draw endless tears. Sympathetically, the reminiscer couldn’t shed even a single tear even though he wanted to. His body no longer listened to him.

And he was none other than the well-known ghost general, Wen Ning.

This was his second home. As well as A-yuan’s. A warmth place where they were giving second chance in life when others didn’t even get the chance to. How fortunate that A-yuan was alive. He thought his entire clan had already distinct. A-yuan. The thought of his cousin's name somehow made him relaxed. But at the same time, the mention of this name pioneered something unexpected. It was brief. Gone as quick as it came, but Wen Ning could feel it.

His heart. It beat. It was alive only a mini-second. But that mere second was enough for Wen Ning to be able to feel again. But it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It depicted a feeling of grief. Wen Ning was confused to whom was he to grief for when his entire family and clan were gone. Then he was reminded of the name he thought of not long ago. The sole survivor from the Sunshot Campaign. The only family member of his that was alive.

***

At Carp Tower, piles of papers were almost tumbling over the young Sect leader. He had been sitting at his desk for hours, going over the report, scrolling over the business transactions; albeit those piles of papers didn’t seem to decrease. The night wasn’t getting any younger yet his works wasn’t getting any lesser.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and reached for the tea set prepared for him at the end of the table. He poured out the warm tea into a cup and lifted it up to inhale the scent. It helped soothing his mind somehow. When he inched it closer to his lips, surprisingly, it slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, shattering the pottery into pieces.

Jin Ling stared at the spilled tea, which was slowly advancing towards the hems of his robes, feeling anxious.

***

“No, don’t hurt them! Don’t you dare! Stop!” Wei Wuxian stirred in his sleep. His body was shaking. Lan Zhan was playing guqin at the end of his sleeping a husband feet. A small table was placed just several strides away from the bed but Lan Wangji was way too distracted that his fingers started speeding up the playing on the strings without him knowing. The music evolved from the soft melody that sounded like a lullaby to a fast-paced tempo that was so unlike Lan Wangji’s playing.

Twang!

“A-yuan! A-Ling!”

The smallest string in guqin snapped open and simultaneous Wei Wuxian’s scream reverberated the room. Wei Wuxian was panting so hard and his eyes were unfocused. He looked sideway to the bed, the spot where his husband slept, and realized it was empty. His eyes circled the room to look for his missing half only to stopped when focusing on a white figure before him.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian got up from his bed and walked to sit on his husband’s lap. He was welcome of course, as usual. However, he wasn’t given the full attention as he’d always had. Though Lan Wangji made space for him and wrapped his arm around the waist, his eyes were focusing on something else. Wei Wuxian followed his husband’s gaze, curious to see what really drew his husband’s attention.

He gasped. “Lan Zhan, you’re bleeding.”

“Em.”

“Why did you act like it was no big deal?”

“Because it wasn’t... ”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian started to get irritated and was about to say more when the next words he heard stopped him dead in his track.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“Your guqin. I broke it.”

Wei Wuxian looked at the guqin lying on the table and mouthed an Oh. It was the one he made for Lan Zhan on his birthday. He remembered stressing over it for days on what to gift his husband when his son recommended to do something special. Like something unique that only existed between two significant people. And Wei Wuxian suddenly had the idea. With the help of Sizhui and Jingyi, he handcrafted a guqin with both of their names engraved in the middle of the wood. Wangxian. In big letters. Wei Wuxian insisted that Lan Zhan should play him lullaby using this guqin instead of his usual one, and Lan Zhan complied.

“It is not broken. The string just snapped. We can just replace a new one. Don’t feel bad, okay?” Wei Wuxian cupped his husband’s cheek in his hand and consoled him.

“I…have a bad feeling.”

“Yeah, me too. I just had a nightmare. I hadn’t had any since we were married, but tonight, it came to me. And you know that my dream are mostly turn into reality. Either the whole truth or a partial of it.”

“Em” Lan Wangji nuzzled his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck, breathing in his most favorite scent. “What did you dream about?” The sound wave and the warmth breath came into contact with Wei Wuxian’s sensitive area, making him feel so ticklish.

“I dreamt that A-Yuan’s identity was exposed. And everyone couldn’t accept it. He was being sentenced to death by the very thing his clan was so proud of. Fire, Lan Zhan. They were burning him. Alive. And he didn’t even try to fight back. It was like he let them do it. His eyes were lifeless as if he had lost the will to live. The fire started to build up, surrounding the wood beneath him. It was climbing up almost to his feet when Jin Ling ran into the ring of fire and hugged him tight. And that was the last scene I saw before the fire engulfed both of them into its flame.” Wei Wuxian almost chocked after he finished narrating his dream. He didn’t hear any reply so he thought that Lan Zhan was asleep.

“Lan Zhan?”

“It won’t come true.” Lan Wangji said in a firm voice. “I’ll…make…sure…of…it.” He trailed off as sleepiness was taking him in.

Oh, so it was nine p.m. already, he thought. Wei Wuxian somehow found peace when he listened to his husband stable breathing. Thinking back of the past, he was thankful to have given a second chance to live a life with someone who really cared for him. He remembered the moment when Lan Wangji stood against the whole world just to stand by his side, clearing his name. Sometimes he kept thinking that he really didn’t deserve to be with someone who was so ethereal like Hanguang-Jun. But fate had it this way and Wei Wuxian accepted it with both hands.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan. For everything.” He leaned down to kiss Lan Wangji’s temples.

It was a rare sight to see the infamous Wangxian couples in reverse position, but it wasn’t as less sweet as their usual one.

[ticklygiggles]

Mo Dao Zu Shi tickle headcanons

That no one asked for but I've been dying to write for mdzs but I haven't given myself the time because I'm an awful procrastinator (also, I'm feeling really shy writing this omg idk what's happening) I'm only doing Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng for now, so LET'S BEGIN!

Wei Wuxian (Wei Ying)

Has one tickle spot and only one: right where his hips meet his thighs.

That's the most sensitive spot on is body (canon) so he's definitely pretty ticklish there

Not insanely, though, but enough to have him cackling and snorting if he's getting tickled for too long over there

His laughter is pretty cheerful, a bit high pitched but without being annoying nor agressive to the ears

It's pretty hard to catch him off guard, he knows his weak spot, so he's gonna try to protect it real hard

Probably the only person who can really catch him off guard is, of course, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng back when they were young

Ruthless ler, will not stop tickling his victim until they're crying with laughter and begging for mercy

Wei Wuxian likes to poke people's sides to watch them flinch (it usually doesn't work with Lan Wangji), his favorite victim is Lan Sizhiu, the teen jumps like five feet in the air and flushes slightly and it always makes Wei Wuxian laugh

"S-Senior Wei, please don't do tha- EEK!"

Poking Lan Jingyi will end into a poking fight between the two

Wei Wuxian tries to cover his hips, but Lan Jingyi usually don’t touch that spot because well it’s a bit too low, but he does sneaks a poke here and there when he notices that’s the spot

The ponking war can only be stopped by Lan Wangji, Lan Jingyi will not fight against Lan Wangji

He doesn't mind being tickled, and he enjoys having tickle fights every now and then

Lan Wangji (Lan Zhan)

Knows what tickling is but has never been tickled before

Lan Wangji with his beautiful serious expression can't be ticklish... right?

Wrong! He's ticklish on his ribs, belly and hips, you can't change my mind

He definitely finds out when Wei Wuxian is being too handsy like always and too bubbly about finding Lan Zhan's tickle spot

Wei Wuxian just needs a soft squeeze to Lan Wangji's ribs to have him jumping away from him, chocking into a giggle

Both of them are very surprised

Especially Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji was not one to react this way at all

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Perhaps, you can't ignore the feeling because you didn't know how it feels?"

Wei Wuxian is satisfied only when he sees laughter induced tears in Lan Wangji's eyes

Lan Wangji doesn't have a loud laughter, it's quite deep and juuust slightly high pitched, just a little, but over all, it is very soft, it's truly a beautiful sound to hear and Wei Wuxian looooves it

Lan Wangji is all jumpy around Wei Wuxian after that attack, Wei Wuxian thinks it's the cutest thing ever

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji would warn

"I will not do it again, Lan Zhan! You had enough for today! Tell me, tell me, did you like it?"

Lan Zhan is not too fond of the feeling just yet, but he can't help but feel happy when Wei Wuxian tickles him, so he thinks it's okay

He's a clumsy ler, not knowing what to do or how to do it, he's just adorable

Tries to stay away when Wei Wuxian is on his playful mood, he'd rather not die laughing

Lan Wangji gets tickled a lot when he's drunk, it's probably the only reason why Wei Wuxian makes him drink

"I'm missing your laugh, Lan Zhan!"

Poor Lan Wangji

Jiang Cheng

Will murder you if you tickle him

He's ticklish under his arms and thighs

He's only left his sister and Wei Wuxian tickle him before

Doesn't like to get involved in tickle fights, but if he is, he's gonna go hard on his victims

It really depends on his mood and the people around him if he joins the fun of a tickle fight

Wei Wuxian was the only one able to make him cry with laughter, he still feels humiliated about it

He's a ruthless ler like Wei Wuxian

Not scared of revenge, he knows he'd win- unless it is Wei Wuxian, then he'd go carefully

His laughter is loud, he's the most ticklish out of the three, so his laughter tends to be loud and squeaky, still pretty cute

"Stopstopstop! I'm gonna fuhuhuhuhucking kill you!"

Can’t stop swearing while being tickled, and can’t hold his laughter at all, he’s really cute

He once managed to tickle Wei Wuxian to tears, but revenge was hard on him

You know that egg yolk thing on the knee? He dies, like d i e s

[kanene-yaaay]

Lending a Helping Hand (Tickletober Day 1)

Kanene's Notes: I wrote this on a whim, not gonna lie jhgtfdefghjdfgh. For some reason I suddenly felt compelled to participate of this lovely even so here I am! I am following both @/august-anon tickletober list and @/Jamiedraws mxtxtober list because I wanted to see what would come out of mixing those two together juygtfghjdcfgh I think most of my stories will be about mdzs so it seemed fitting :D Anyways, Day 1 - "Ghost" and "Antecipation".

Warnings: This is an AU. Ticklish!Jingyi and Ler!Wei Wuxian. Around 1.500 words.

[~*~]

The Patriarch Yiling was a devious monster, an empty shell of what had been once considered a man but now was known for atrocities beyond human comprehension. The sects still shivered at his name, parents used his story to make their children behave and other demonic cultivators dreamed of following his path, in archiving and surpassing the amount of power he once had. Every book that talked about The War talked of him. 

(But Hanguang Jun didn’t. He cut down every gossiping and always reminded them to have a critical mind when it came about the stories of one being told by another.)

But (almost) everyone could agree, he was a monster, and it was naive, crazy, even to believe you could win against him.

Jingyi was about to discover how crazy it was.

"Senior Wei!" He squirmed and ordered his hands to move, voice already trembling around the corners and getting a squeaky turn. It was all for nothing, just like before his own arms no longer answered him. Hysterical snickers began falling from his lips. "Stohohop! Why me?!"

"Well, you offered!" the ghost smiled and moved his hands towards him and with a scared kind of curiosity he watched as his own hands mirrored his move, wiggling fingers perfectly mirroring the older one in every mischievous twitch, getting closer until it was barely touching his clothes, still. The clear promise of a tickle attack made shivers run like electricity through his nerves. "Aiya, Jingyi! So young and your memory is betraying you already? Don’t you remember how you came to me so excited this morning, saying you wanted to help experimenting with my new ideas?"

Jingyi half groaned and half giggled. In his defense, it was very hard to try to remember something when a single finger decided to poke his ribs and make him dance from a side to another like he was performing the silliest of the dances. "Senior Wei!"

"Almost! Now repeat that but with less I-am-about-to-get-destroyed-by-ghost-tickles feeling. Don’t worry, I’ll help you remember.” Then, the ghost started doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like him. Jingyi would be bristling in protest if the (his?) hands found the horribly ticklish spot right next to his stomach and was trying to pinch it senseless. “'Senior Wei, Senior Wei! My classes have been canceled, can you believe? I can stay here with you the entire day!'" 

“This is not…” hs snorted and started to squirm even more, feeling himself slip more and more into titters. “Behehihing tickled to death was nohohot what I-I meheheant!"

Wei Wuxian chuckled mischievously, very much proud to realize that not even death took away his amazing tickling and teasing skills. He spent years honing it to perfect, afterall. “You should’ve been more clear, then. Or are you going back on your word, now? Tsk Tsk, and here I thought that the Lans prided themselves in their honor and fairness. Leaving a poor ghost here all alone, denying him his last wishes of experimenting and being happy before we part our ways. Refusing to even help me for a single day… Sniff. Where has the compassion gone in this new generation?"

Jingyi stomped his feet on the floor, protesting. The effect of it was dimmed by the giant smile going from ear to ear in his face. The hands now decided to “walk” with two fingers up and down his ribs, making his nerves dance with the anticipation and light tickling

"Y-you’re not going awahahay. And I can’t spend the entire day like this, stohohohop tickling me!"

“Tickling? I would never!” Wei Wuxian gasped and pulled his hands a few inches away from his skin, wiggling them in front of his face and giving the whole “ghost tickles” a new meaning as Jingyi squeaked and kept giggling uncontrollably, almost feeling this wiggling touch back on his torso. “See? I am not even touching you and you are still laughing, that has nothing to do with me.”

“I am nehehever-” his face was starting to get hot, looking at the playful way Senior Wei looked at him with a merciless grin definitely didn’t help. The more the older one kept poking, playing, teasing him, the more he felt that he would crumble in the very moment the actual tickling started. “nehehever helping yohohour experiments agahain.”

"Aw, but you must, Jingyi! Aren't you excited to know what will happen? Who will win, your natural defenses or my attack? Shizui, Don't you think it's an important research to know if ghosts can make you tickle yourselves?"

"It's not!" Jingyi's protesting words disappeared in a shriek when his hands pretended to lunge to his body, clawing, only to stop to hover above his belly. More uncontrollable, protesting giggles fell like a waterfall from his mouth. "Thahahat's stupid. Shihihihihizui, tell him!"

Shizui, like the good, righteous kid he was, pretended he heard nothing of their banter and kept feeding the rabbits hopping around him. When Wei Wuxian turned away snickering and twirling around Jingyi teasingly, he sent his friend an apologetic smile.

Wei Wuxian continued with plenty of mirth and dramatics. Delighted as always to be free to exercise his pranking rights. "Is that how you talk with your seniors? Lan Jingyi, what would Hanguang-Jun say?"

"He wohohohould protect me!"

"Would he, now? So where's your Hanguang-Jun, huh? To take you out of the evil Patriarch Yilling’s claws."

“Nohohot evil. Stohohop it.”

Wei Wuxian’s grin softened, for a moment. Then he lightened up once more. “Maybe I could even tickle him when he appears! It would take me much more energy but can you imagine? Is Hanguang Jun even ticklish? Have you ever seen he gig-" The ghost stopped as if he had been his, going from looking thoughtful for a moment then startled and embarrassed. If Jingyi didn't know him better, he could say a flash of hunger appeared in his eyes. Probably he was already going crazy because of the antecipation, though.

"Anyway!" He clapped his hands and Jigyi's own followed his moves. He tried once more squirm free from it, but it was impossible to concentrate his qi enough to push away the... possession? Control? Whatever this was before Wei Wuxian got a hold of it once again.

A loud squeal flew from his mouth when a finger poked too close his bellybutton, and he immediately descended in stronger giggling. 

The smirk that opened in Wei Wuxian face was positively evil. 

"I think we found a good spot." He sing-songed, the finger started circling his bellybutton, lightly scribbling the trembling skin around it, pulling guffaws that stopped him from pulling his belly away from the ticklish touch. Everytime it tried to twitch away, the finger would poke and poke and poke the button until he was too distracted to protest. “Sehehehenior Wei, wait!”

For a blissful second, he did.

Somewhere near, someone was letting out the most high pitched, half disparate and half joyful laughter. Jingyi felt his entire body want to run away, to squirm and trash and laugh with all the energy he was holding still. Only when he opened one eye to look at the floating ghost in front of him and his childhood friend smiling softly in the background did he realize he was the one responsible for these sounds. 

A silly snort intertwined in his laughter.

Wei Wuxian tapped a finger on his lips, pensative.

“Should I? Should I wait a bit more?” The finger scraped the tiniest bit on the walls of his bellybutton and Jingyi jumped on the same place, nodding and giggling and snorting and making himself stand still so the tickling wouldn’t be worse. “Hmmm, let me think about it…”

The finger kept light touches, soft tickles grazing the horribly ticklish skin. Jingyi shook his head at it.

Until it finally stopped.

A breath of air, his snickers were still filling the air.

Wei Wuxian tsked. “No. I don’t think I will.” 

And then attacked. 

(Shrieking, mirthful laughter danced in the air.)

[~*~]

Something something wat if Lan Wangji palyed Inquiry and Wei Wuxian answered something something what if he became closer to Shizui and Jingyi and watched and helped them as they grew up something something what if those 13 years of waiting were filled with his laughter and love something something.