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己亥+ Wangxian family fluff

Happy new year! It’s minus 17 degree celsius and covered with snow where I’m at, so have some Lan family winter fluff with a hint of Wangxian. <3

“This is most unusual,” Lan Xichen says.

“Mm,“ Lan Wangji says, his breath forming a wisp of white in the crisp air. They’re seated together at the entrance of the cottage where Lan Xichen has chosen his seclusion, eyes following the antics of Lan Xichen’s visitors in the snow-covered yard.

A snowman of what looks like Lan Qiren stands in the corner of the yard, watching on with pebble-eyes and knitted stick-brows as Wei Wuxian and the Lan disciples pelt each other with snowballs, laughter filling the compound. Wei Wuxian has collected an armful of the frozen weapons, flinging them with deadly accuracy, whereas Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi have formed a team, one covering with a volley of snowballs when the other attacks. Wen Ning, meanwhile, sits motionless by the snowman, gazing at it with a pensive expression.

“Does uncle know they’re here?” Lan Xichen asks after a moment.

“No,” Lan Wangji says. He frowns when Lan Jingyi stuffs snow down the back of Wei Wuxian’s robes—thin and light and not at all conducive for the winters in the Cloud Recesses.

“Of course,” Lan Xichen says, chuckling over Wei Wuxian’s screams.

Lan Wangji rises to his feet then. Crosses the distance between the entrance and the yard. Instantly, the snowball fight ceases, with Lan Sizhui pulling Lan Jingyi away by the arm. Robes now plastered to his back, Wei Wuxian grins at Lan Wangji as he approaches, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, and Lan Wangji feels something tug at him, chest growing warm.

“Lan Er-Gege,” Wei Wuxian croons, hands curling around the fur collar that lines Lan Wangji’s outer cloak. “Are you finally joining the battle?”

Shaking his head, Lan Wangji unclasps his cloak and drapes it around Wei Wuxian. Pulls Wei Wuxian in as he does, heart surging at the way Wei Wuxian fits against him, his shoulders the perfect width for Lan Wangji’s arms, his face at the perfect height for burrowing, with a sigh, into Lan Wangji’s neck.

“You’ll catch a cold,” Lan Wangji chides, gently.

“Good thing you’re here to warm me up,” Wei Wuxian says, and Lan Wangji can’t help but press a kiss to his forehead, soft and fond.

“Senior Wei,” Lan Jingyi’s voice drifts over to them. “Is the fight over? Did we win?”

“Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui says, with a laugh.

“Young Master Wei, young Master Lan,” Wen Ning calls from the corner of the yard. “I, I still think Elder Lan could do with a nose…”

“I agree with young Master Wen,” Lan Xichen says, and Wen Ning ducks his head, as if embarrassed by the title. “Might I also suggest giving uncle a pair of arms?”

“Yes, Zewu-Jun,” the juniors chorus.

As Wei Wuxian pulls away to join the others in their search, white cloak wrapped firmly around his frame, he offers a salute to Lan Xichen, who returns the gesture with grace.

“Father would have liked him,” Lan Xichen muses.

Lan Wangji returns to his seat by his brother. “Mother too,” he says.

Lan Xichen nods before he, together with Lan Wangji, shifts his gaze back to the yard. Once blanketed with pristine white, undisturbed, it’s now littered with tracks of footprints, some larger than others but no less haphazard. In the corner, the snowman looks on, silent and disapproving.

“This is most unusual,” Lan Xichen says again.

But he’s smiling, eyes softer and brighter than Lan Wangji has seen in weeks.

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says, mouth tugging into a small smile of his own.

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Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua - Official promo posters

“Yun Meng Young Master Wei

Parted the world for 13 years

With time, many things have changed

Meeting that person from the old times

The tales of those days

Now retold, feel just as new.”

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“Thinking about 20 years prior

At Cloud Recesses

We met, still teenage age

Our encounter was too early

Yet our understanding came too late.”

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“18 years ago

Carrying thousands of treasured books

Escaping Cloud Recesses aflame

Meeting a new friend

It’s a joyful occasion

Smiling, hiding the sadness within.”

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“At Lotus Pier, the light goes up

The past comes pouring back

26 years

Once we were fellow disciples, now each goes our own way

If one day we meet again, no word is said

Still better than having too much to say.”

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(I feel that these poetic lines are beautiful and should be shared, so I tried to translate them. But it’s really tough to deliver the message. Sorry folks, I tried T^T)

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The following 3 posters’ texts are irrelevant to Mo Dao Zu Shi. These texts talk about students’ emotions (probably because last week there was University Entrance exam in China). So I leave these text untranslated.

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Mo Dao Zu Shi + Scenery Appreciation

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C  /  B /  X

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i was thinking about wei wuxian with his hair in a bun (it’s so dang cute) and this was brought into existence.

“You’ve been tying your hair up a lot lately,” Jiang Cheng notices as he watches Wei Wuxian forgo his usual ponytail for a rather messy bun. “I sense there’s a reason to this and I feel like I don’t want to know what that reason is.”

Wei Wuxian simply smiles while tucking stray strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he assures Jiang Cheng and subtly tilts his head to the side. “I felt like a change was in order and mixing it up is fun.” His smile turns into a grin and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes but doesn’t question it further. 

When Lan Wangji joins them, it becomes clear as to why Wei Wuxian has donned the bun so much. It leaves the long line of his neck visible to the eye and Lan Wangji is nothing but shameless as he takes in the expanse of pale skin catered for him to stare it. And Wei Wuxian takes joy out of this even though he seemingly remains oblivious to the game that he knows he’s winning. 

It becomes a bit too much when Lan Wangji reaches out to brush that same strand of hair that Wei Wuxian brushed aside earlier. The tip of his finger careful and slow as it purposefully drags across sensitive skin to steal a feel. His finger then hooks around that dark strand and tucks it behind Wei Wuxian’s ear like it’s a delicate secret. 

Wei Wuxian’s cheeks are vividly flushed and his breathing is ever so slightly ragged.

Jiang Chen says nothing as he stands from the table and leaves.

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are you going to share some with him? :o //happy kaiday hehe ;u; <33 hope im not too late!!

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Lan Wangji resting his head upon Wei Wuxian’s lap and allowing himself to relax into the gentle touch of long fingers going through his hair. It’s calm and peaceful with Wei Wuxian humming and it’s ever so slightly off-key but Lan Wangji loves it, he absolutely adores it.

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6.1.19

Today was a super good day! Video called my love who explained ray optics to me (THANKS BABE) and now I’m not really dreading it! Finally starting to feel a bittt confident ab my finals which are ten days away!! Oh lord save me.

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✩ Mo Dao Zu Shi Audio Drama ✩ WangXian

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↳ 18.11.11.

made my first journal-themed insta post! 

insta: ry_annotations

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A new generation on Phoenix Mountain ^^

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MDZS: WangXian, Inquiry

“Have you heard of Wei Wuxian?”

“No.”

“Have you seen a young man in his twenties, with a high ponytail?”

“No.”

“Have you heard of or seen a man who plays the dizi?”

“No.”

The deep note echoes through the trees, and Lan Wangji’s heart drops with the final vibrations of the silk string.

Every night, the same note.

Every night, the same despairing answer.

He shifts, hissing as the fabric of his robes sear a burning trail across his back. Weeks have passed, yet his wounds still feel as fresh as the scars in his heart. He thought a taste of Emperor’s Smile would distract him—help him see the world through those beautiful grey eyes—but he found a way to express the pain instead. Centered it with the Wen sect’s brand against his chest, the brutal agony still incomparable to the news that Wei Wuxian was gone from this world.

His warmth, his heart, his brilliant smile—lost, forever.

Lan Wangji clenches his teeth.

No, not forever. He will find Wei Wuxian. Drag him back to this mortal land, no matter what it takes.

Breathing deep, he rests his fingers over the strings once more.

“Wangji.”

Lan Wangji pauses. “Elder brother,” he says quietly.

The metallic hiss of a sword being sheathed, and Lan Xichen is by his side, resting one hand on his shoulder.

“It is almost time for bed. Let us return to Gusu.”

“Later,” Lan Wangji says.

His brother’s grip tightens. “Now,” he says, smile unwavering.

Silent, Lan Wangji stares ahead, hands on his guqin and heart in his throat. It’s not the first time Lan Xichen has come to the Burial Mounds. He’s grateful for the concern, but his brother doesn’t understand. His brother has never understood, not now, not then, and not before—when Lan Wangji sat in the wooden hallway and waited, back straight and gazing at the gentians.

Lan Xichen pulls back his hand and exhales, a heavy gust of air. “You have always been so stubborn.”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says.

“Will you at least tell me about this child you’ve brought back to us?”

Lan Wangji closes his eyes for a moment. He is all I could find of him, he almost says.

“I have told you everything,” he says instead.

The look his brother gives him is piercing. But then he turns, robes swishing.

“Please be back by nine,” he says, voice soft and filled with weariness. “Even I cannot defend you from Uncle’s wrath now.”

Lan Wangji wants to say that it matters not, wants to keep playing until the skin of his fingers turn red and raw. But he remembers the way Lan Xichen averted his gaze through the lashings, the way he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The way he shook when Lan Wangji fell bloodied and half-conscious in his arms, anger and sorrow restrained only by a lifetime of discipline.

Suddenly, he doesn’t want to argue with his brother anymore.

“Mm,” he says.

As Lan Xichen departs on Shuoyue, spiritual energy fading into the distance, Lan Wangji turns back to his guqin. If he has to return by nine, a full Inquiry is difficult. Instead of the notes that would have summoned a spirit, he plays a different tune, fingers flicking lightly against the strings.

Around him, the spirits stir, and he hopes they are listening, that the message will be passed on, somehow, somewhere.

Wei Ying, the strings cry. 

Come back to me.

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but god, just notice you’re both looking at the sky.

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wangxian mp3 was an epic win for the gays

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