#|| h-hanguang-jun?!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

"Wei-qianbei!" Jingyi shouts as he runs up to where Wei Ying had been previously definitely not trying to drink some of the wine he just got, in open space on his way to the jingshi. Definitely not. "Wei-qianbei, you need to address something for us!"

Behind Jingyi, Sizhui, Ouyang Zizhen and Jin Ling follow.

Wei Ying decides not to hide the booze because he has a feeling he's going to need a drink soon.

"What's up, little ones?"

"We aren't little!" Jingyi protests as he always does. "Anyways, you need to address the punching Jin Ling's dad allegations!"

Wei Ying blinks twice. "The what?"

Sizhui steps in. "We have heard some elder disciples recounting an event from your schooling here in the Cloud Recesses. They said-"

"They said you punched my dad! Square in the face! They said he was disfigured for a month!" Jin Ling cuts in, loud and scandalized. "Why would you do that?!"

Wei Ying takes a long sip of Emperor's Smile before speaking. "It's true, I did punch him. He was a tool at the time and I had to knock some sense into him cause nobody else would." A grin. "Granted, I did get kicked out of the Cloud Recesses after that, but, as Jingyi often says, a win is a win."

"So it really is true..." Zizhen's disappointed voice comes. "I really owe those disciples 300 coins...!"

"But... what did he even say that made you do that?" Jin Ling presses, as hungry for information about his parents as always.

"As I said, he was an asshole, and as I always teach you, fuck around and find out. Jin Zixuan found out that day and I like to think that was the very early beginning of him shaping up into a good man for your mom!"

"So, Wei-qianbei..." Jingyi starts, trying so hard to contain mischief. "...you're saying that sometimes it's justified to punch annoying people? Annoying Jin people especially?"

"No violence in the Cloud Recesses." Hanguang-Jun says as he comes up behind the kids, scaring the living daylights out of them. Wei Ying laughs.

"H-Hanguang-Jun! I didn't mean-"

"What about outside the Cloud Recesses?" Sizhui asks despite himself and immediately regrets it. He really shouldn't have said that, what will the seniors think of him now?!

"Act on your judgement." Hanguang-Jun responds simply, but it is easy to see for Wei Ying and Sizhui's trained eyes that he's trying not to laugh.

"Don't go punching people, though." Wei Ying chides. "Try to find a reasonable solution first, but don't let others trample over you and those you care about. If all else fails-"

"Fuck around and find out!" Jingyi solemnly recants.

Lan Wangji raises an eyebrow.

"I taught them that myself!" Wei Ying exclaims, prideful.

"Do not teach the children to swear, Wei Ying."

"I didn't! They already knew anyway! For instance, I heard Jingyi-"

"Wei-qianbei!"

[jianqzai]

Lan Wangji getting drunk, but this time, terrorizing poor Sizhui.

Lan Wangji had been trying to increase his alcohol tolerance, so he indulged in a sip or two per meal with Wei Wuxian. Though at the beginning that was enough to get him tipsy, as days passed by, even those effects diminished.

Which led to overconfidence, which led to him trying a full cup and getting completely drunk. 

Stubborn as always, as soon as he regained consciousness, he walked out from the Jingshi into the Cloud Recesses main compound, Wei Wuxian trying ineffectually to herd him back inside. A drunk Lan Wangji looked very much like a sober Lan Wangji, it was only his words or childish behavior that gave him away, so as to not gather attention, Wei Wuxian could only walk next to his husband, in whatever search mission they were into.

Lan Wangji checked the dining hall, then the library, and finally Lan Sizhui’s room - huffing in annoyance when he discovered it was also devoid of his son. He walked to the only other place he could think of: the rabbits' meadow

Sizhui was in fact there, with Jingyi and a couple of his friends. 

Everyone scrambled to their feet when they watched Lan Wangji approach, bowing with a chorus of "Hanguang-Jun." 

"It's alright kids!" Wei Wuxian breathlessly called from where he was jogging behind his husband. "You can sit down."

As soon as everyone settled down, Lan Wangji also lowered himself, gracefully kneeling down in front of Sizhui, holding his face between his hands.

"H-hanguan-Jun?" He stuttered, turning redder by the second. He tried to gently dislodge himself, but his father's hold was unmovable.

"Aiyo, Lan Zhan, let him go. Look how hard you're squishing him!"

Lan Wangji slackened a little his hold, but kept making Sizhui do funny faces, kneading his cheeks to his heart's content. By this point, everyone was aware Hanguang-Jun was drunk. They were trying their best to hide their laughs behind their sleeves, more than anything in commiseration to their friend, but they weren’t being very successful.

Sizhui turned pleading eyes on Wei Wuxian, but he only shrugged, knowing it was impossible to stop Lan Wangji if he was set on doing something.

As for Lan Wangji, maybe he had been feeling sad because Sizhui was starting to become more independent with each passing day, or maybe he and Wei Wuxian had been talking about Sizhui's childhood. Whichever the reason, he was feeling melancholic.

He finally stopped with the kneading, but before Sizhui could breathe in relief, Lan Wangji held his face once again, making intense eye contact.

"You're still my baby."

Sizhui’s whole face turned red.

"Father," he whined faintly, already planning where he was going to move after all this ended.

Then, to everyone's absolute horror, silent tears started to fall down Lan Wangji's cheeks.

"Baba, no. What." Squeaked a panicking Sizhui, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, unsure on what to do. Unbothered by his fretting, Lan Wangji started tracing the length of his forehead ribbon with his fingers, then fluffed up his bangs and finally settled his hands on his shoulders, cheeks still wet.

"You have grown so much. I am proud of you."

This time it was Sizhui's turn to cry. It was not like his father had never told him that before, either with words or approving glances, but watching him tear up had gotten him emotional as well. At his tears, Lan Wangji threw an alarmed look to his husband. 

"Wei Ying"

If his hope had been for Wei Wuxian to do something to calm down their son, then he was going to be disappointed, because he was also sobbing into his hands.

"Xian-gege. A-die, don't cry." Sizhui said, which, of course, only made Wei Wuxian cry even harder. So at the end, the three of them ended up hugging and crying together, until Lan Wangji passed out and Wei Wuxian had to carry him back home

[guqin-and-flute]

WIP...Thriday (aka proof I'm not dead and still writing)

An And A-Fu Makes 4 Chpt. 7 exerpt in which A-Fu and Wangji are equally bemused by each other

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It turned out that his uncle was actually pretty funny. Not totally, like, ‘haha’ funny, but ‘different from what A-Fu was used to’ funny.  A-Fu had always thought that his face was blank most of the time, but he found out that wasn't true--he smiled and frowned and looked worried and annoyed just like everyone else. His expressions were just super tiny compared to other people, so you had to study his face as hard as school, but A-Fu was getting the hang of it. If he didn’t get something, A-Yuan could usually interperate for him pretty good, ‘cause he was an expert Hanguang-jun interperatator. He knew what all the different tones of ‘A-Yuan’ meant when apparently it was supposed to be a whole sentence that meant ‘time for bed' or ‘too loud’ or ‘not that way’ or ‘did you finish your homework?’ or ‘do you want to play guqin with me?’

Uncle Wangji sorta reminded A-Fu of Gray-Father and how sometimes he looked so serious and scary to other people, but you just had to know what they meant to say on the inside. Except unlike Gray-Father, Uncle Wangji had never laughed in front of A-Fu; but when he and A-Yuan did something silly together, he sometimes had a little bit of Laughing Eyes, just like Blue-Father did. Maybe A-Fu was a gray, blue, and yellow father interperatator? Maybe after staying at the Jingshi, he could become an Uncle Wangji one, too! 

Sometimes his uncle was ‘haha’ funny, usually by accident and usually because he didn’t really get A-Fu--a lot of the things he did seemed to confuse him; like how he liked mud and salamanders and toads, and how he hated wearing socks to bed, and how he got an idea to do things but then didn’t really think about how it might end up and then he fell over or broke something, sometimes. Then, Uncle Wangji would get a little wrinkle, right in between his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out a hard math problem and his mouth would get all small and he would blink reaaaal slow. Sometimes, he even looked over at A-Yuan like he needed his help as an A-Fu Interpretator--which he kinda was, since he was A-Fu’s bestest friend in the whole entire world and knew him better than anyone.  

Uncle Wangji definitely didn’t get Sneaking-and-Snooping, and when A-Fu actually really did surprise him a couple times, his uncle said all serious that he knew A-Fu was there, he just didn’t expect him to jump out and yell at him and A-Fu said uh-huh sure he did, suuure, and Uncle Wangji would just coolly say ‘good’ that A-Fu was sure--but he would say it like he knew that A-Fu was being sarcasms and was agreeing just to make him annoyed, which it did ‘cause that’s not how sarcasms worked, Uncle Wangji! And his uncle would say, without any hint of a smile, that he would try to remember that, which A-Fu figured was sort of like a joke and it made him laugh. 

One day, when A-Fu got in trouble with his teacher because he had colored his whole tongue black with his paintbrush during class just because, he had been really anxious about when his uncle came to pick them up from school. After talking to the teacher for a bit at the desk, he came over and stood all tall in front of A-Fu. When he looked all the way up at him, he  saw that scrunchy-confused wrinkle on his face but all he said was, “...Why?”

“Uh. I dunno.”

“....” Uncle Wangji said things with his silences best of anyone A-Fu knew, and this silence was like a whole bunch of question marks, like A-Fu was some sort of mystery. When he looked over at A-Yuan, who was waiting patiently by the door with his stuff all packed up, A-Yuan just shook his head and shrugged. 

 Uncle Wangji just looked back at him for another second, then just turned and walked right out the door, hand behind his back, not even waiting.

A-Fu assumed that that meant something like ‘let’s go home, you’re not in trouble, but what the heck’, so he just happily trotted out after him into the sunshine with A-Yuan next to him. He must have been getting better at understanding his uncle’s silences, because all that happened when they got back to the Jingshi was that he was handed a cool, damp cloth from the fancy wash basin in the corner and told, “Do not eat paint.”

He tried to explain around sticking out his tongue and scrubbing, “I wa’n’t ea’ing i’, I wath theeing if I coul’ color i’ all in,” but Uncle Wangji didn’t say anything else about it and just sat down at his table play his guqin.

[lryghe]

MDZS thoughts; lan wangji

The longer I spend in the MDZS fandom, the more I realise how much I like Lan Wangji’s character in forms of adaptations (despite my general avoidance of anything that isn’t the novel). At first, Lan Wangji is introduced as just some uptight loser, but the more the story progresses, the more you realise he’s YOUR uptight loser and you like that about him. I wanted to talk about a few of my favourite things about him because he’s so so so complex, something that MXTX unfortunately forgot to give her later love interests (not a jab, just an observation of someone who mourns a Hua Cheng backstory every day). This post will contain spoilers from all adaptations of MDZS and this thought process comes as an apology of sorts to Lan Wangji after I flamed him in my last post. 

on silence;

I’ve talked about this extensively in my ‘MDZS thoughts; silence in MDZS’ post a while back, but Wangji’s use of silence is so important. Because there’s different types of silence, born out of different reasons, and Lan Wangji employs the most basic form of it for the most part. He’s quite literally silent majority of the time, and it’s so interesting to think about because it's like. He clearly has thoughts and feelings and personal motivations past what people expect of him, but never voices them. He’s seemingly content with his silence, knowing that there ARE people who understand him, even if it’s like 3 people. And people must expect so much of Lan Wangji, the ‘bearer of light’ Hanguang-jun, the second jade of Lan, brother of the Lan Sect Leader, the perfect man. Yet he never speaks out about these expectations, a surprisingly mature response for some guy who’s a teenager for most of this. Younger Lan Wangji is surrounded by people and yet is silent throughout his time in Cloud Recesses and in the aftermath of the Wen invasion. And I think this particular silence is borne of him knowing that no one will really listen to him, because they all have these grandiose ideas of who he is and how he’ll react, so he sticks to his lines (ha, or lack thereof) and continues onwards. Once we hit the time skip, Wangji very clearly gives off a different vibe, despite not being any chattier than he was before. This one is a confident, more isolated silence, having been worn down by a decade of grief and death, Lan Wangji is now silently assured in himself and his place in the world. 

on grief; 

On the topic of grief, the way Lan Wangji’s grief is portrayed is something that I see a lot of newer fans (I say this as a fan of 4-5 years now, I am no amateur) have not exactly a wrong idea about, but more of an uneducated view on? Because it's always, “I love the MXTX protagonists and how they wait for 5/ 13/ 800 years”, but MDZS is something entirely different from SVSSS and TGCF. Hua Cheng actually waits for 800 years with endless devotion and patience, Luo Binghe’s ‘wait’ is driven by delusions and a demon sword driving him crazy, but Lan Wangji is inherently different from them both. Because Lan Wangji doesn’t wait for Wei Wuxian, he’s actively mourning him. 13 years of playing inquiry was because he believed him to be dead, and just wanted to have a second to speak to his spirit. Going wherever there was chaos wasn’t to find Wei Wuxian himself, but to find situations which reminded him of him, even if it was just a second of something happening that would make him feel closer to the boy he fell in love with. Lan Wangji was never waiting for Wei Wuxian to come back, because he’s surprisingly mature about everything and knew that he was gone when he found nothing at the burial mounds. And it’s slightly upsetting when people ignore his mourning in favour of some type of optimism that he doesn’t have any more that Wei Wuxian would come back, because that’s doing such a disservice to him and his character. 

on isolation; 

Something that relates back to the concept of silence is Lan Wangji’s continued isolation throughout the novel. Because he’s introduced as like this pillar of righteousness (which he genuinely is, he’s an actually good guy), and this image is only furthered the more he continues on with life. He’s always emitting an aura of “ice and frost” towards everyone, and people have been placing him on a pedestal since he was 14, “every word and action of his set as examples of excellence”. And this must be such an isolating experience, you being at your formative years and you are still so alone, mostly out of your own actions, but also because no one wants to make an effort to know you past that exterior. And it is an exterior, because Wei Wuxian notes rather early on that Lan Wangji can simply just “become” the indifferent Hanguang-jun, this (mostly) self-imposed mask being what drives a wedge between Lan Wangji and just about everyone, notable outliers being Wei Wuxian and that’s it. I did a lot of rereading the introduction of the novel to find the quotes I used, because I really wanted to emphasise this point of his character, because it's so damn interesting! He’s so complex and the three points I’ve defined and explored are only at the surface level of what I could have rambled on about. But I’m nice and have toned it down. 

This post turned into a love letter to Lan Wangji and I’m not sorry at all. If there’s any mistakes, feel free to call me out (but nicely because I’m very sensitive).  

Words: 964 

Reading time: 3 mins 

[kaesficrecarchive]

[lan wangji x wei wuxian] masterlist

Common love isn't for us by feyburner (1/1 | 7,651 | M)

It took almost three years to fuck everything up with Lan Zhan.

(au: modern setting, friends to lovers, misunderstandings)

the stone-filled sea by yukla (1/1 | 9,093 | T)

He forgets how quickly Wei-qianbei changes faces, sometimes. Like pulling a theater mask over a bruise—color over color, a diversion with the swipe of his hand. Lan Sizhui navigates a world that hates his father, one endless wave at a time.

(canon compliant/post-canon, lan sizhui-centic)

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (1/1 | 9,632 | M)

Wei Wuxian chuckles and starts pushing Lan Wangji's outer robes off his shoulders. "Poor Lan Zhan, subject to such earthly miseries. You must be exhausted, come to bed, come to bed." "Mm," Lan Wangji says. He raises his arms so that Wei Wuxian can keep undressing him. His clothes will end up on the floor, but no matter. Wei Wuxian's deft hands at his belts are worth wrinkled robes. "... Goodness, Hanguang-Jun, you wear too many damned layers," Wei Wuxian tells him after a while. "Would it kill you to stop after a reasonable five?" -- Wei Wuxian moves into the Jingshi. They sleep together.

(canon compliant/post-canon, bed sharing, getting together)

So Why Not Crack Your Skull When the Mind Swells by greenteafiend (1/1 | 13,557 | E)

Lan Wangji detects the curse trying to curl through his heart meridians like smoke. A love curse, then. It must have been cast remotely somehow to have found him in his bed in Cloud Recesses. No matter. Lan Wangji crushes it easily, enveloping it in his spiritual energy, and then squeezing. Curse averted, Lan Wangji closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. He thinks no more of it. Two days later, Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses. (Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.)

(canon compliant/post-canon, case fic, curses, getting together)

make this chaos count by devotedbones (1/1 | 15,412 | E)

“Have you ever met him?” The young man that Wei Wuxian has decided to internally refer to as The Worst of them, asks. There’s an arch to his brow and a slimy quality to his words that he definitely doesn’t like. “This humble one can’t claim to have spent much time in the company of Hanguang-jun,” he lies straight through his teeth, like it’s breathing. They already seem to have a poor opinion of Lan Wangji, and he will not make it worse by claiming to be associated with him. “But, I have met him in passing.” “In passing,” the man echoes him. “So you haven’t had the misfortune.” (OR: Wei Wuxian defends the honor of his not-boyfriend, shortly before meeting him again for the first time in over a year.)

(canon compliant/post-canon, getting together, reunion)

leads you to the pines by reciprocity (1/1 | 23,191 | E)

“Oh, excuse me, daozhang,” the man suddenly called out, making his way closer. “You must be the cultivator sent to help us out with our little, ah, problem?” Up close, the man’s slender stature and fluid, restless movements became much more noticeable; Lan Wangj realized a frown had begun to form on his own lips, his mind beginning to buzz with a vague sense of unease.

(Lan Wangji travels to Yiling on a night hunt, attempts to solve a local mystery, and finds he has bitten off much more than he can easily chew.)

(au: canon setting, case fic, meet ugly, mutual pining)

through the warmth, through the cold (keep running til we're there) by fleurdeliser (1/1 | 23,447 | M)

Five months into his travels, Wei Wuxian gets word that Lan Wangji has disappeared. Everything changes.

(canon compliant/post-canon, curses, getting together, soul bond)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (1/1 | 23,633 | E)

“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

(canon compliant/post-canon, bed sharing, getting together)

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (1/1 | 28,384 | M)

The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did.

(canon compliant/post-canon, bed sharing, getting together, love letters)

Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (2/2 | 60,318 | E)

"I don't want to really date anyone. It's so stupid, I just need to pretend date someone until Jiang Cheng gets his act together, then go back to my own life." He stares at his empty coffee cup. "Date me," Lan Zhan says. Then he looks at Wei Ying's empty cup. "Would you like another cup of coffee?" "Always," Wei Ying says automatically. "But wait, what." "I'll get you another cup." Lan Zhan rises smoothly from the table. "No, wait, hang on." Wei Ying grabs his wrist before he can take the cup and Lan Zhan freezes up, staring down at where Wei Ying is hanging on to him. "Fuck, sorry, I'll—" Wei Ying hastily lets go of his wrist. "Sorry, I—what did you mean?" "I can pretend to date you," Lan Zhan says. "You take it with cream and sugar, correct?"

(au: modern setting, fake dating, practice kissing)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (7/7 | 63,439 | E)

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.” He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing. “Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth. (Or: The story of a marriage.)

(canon compliant/post-canon, getting together, part-epistolary, reunion)

[dreamywhitejade]

Lan Wangji being a badass || chapter 110

[seekingthestars]

i may or may not have looped that 30 second clip of fanxing singing the chorus of wuji for a while tonight and i just—

slams hands on desk

gimmie a full version of sizhui singing wuji you cowards

[rynne]

The sheer comfort LWJ’s “I am here” brings to WWX, I just--

Wei WuXian called out, “… Lan Zhan.” 

Lan WangJi’s breathing wasn’t as placid as usual, feeling somewhat rushed. It was probably from carrying Wei WuXian while fending off attacks and being on the run for too long. 

The tone in which he replied, however, was still the single syllable, as steady as ever, “Mnn.” 

After the “mnn”, he added, “I am here.” 

Hearing the words, something that Wei WuXian had never felt before sprouted within his heart. It was like sorrow. His chest hurt a bit, but also felt a bit warm. He could still remember how, back in Jiangling, Lan WangJi came all the way to assist him, yet he didn’t appreciate the kindness at all. With all kinds of disputes, the two of them often parted with disapproval. 

But what he hadn’t expected was that when everyone feared him and flattered him, Lan WangJi scolded him right in his face; when everyone spurned him and loathed him, Lan WangJi stood by his side.

(Chapter 50, ExR)

Wei WuXian suddenly murmured, “… Lan Zhan.” 

He reached out and grabbed one of Lan WangJi’s sleeves. Lan WangJi had always been beside him. He immediately bent down and whispered, “I am here.” 

Wei WuXian hadn’t woken up yet. His eyes were still tightly shut, yet his hand didn’t let go either. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering, “… Don’t… Don’t be angry…” 

Lan WangJi seemed somewhat surprised. His voice was gentle, “I am not angry.” 

Wei WuXian, “… Oh.” 

Hearing this, as though he finally felt assured, his fingers loosened.

(Chapter 63, ExR)

Suddenly, Wei WuXian wrinkled his brows, his head tilting to the side. Softly, Lan WangJi moved his head back where it was, so that he wouldn’t end up with a stiff neck. Wei WuXian murmured, “Lan Zhan.” 

Everyone thought that he was waking up. They were ecstatic, but Wei WuXian’s eyes were still tightly shut. Lan WangJi, on the other hand, looked just as usual, “Mn. I am here.” 

Wei WuXian was quiet again. As though he felt safe, he shifted closer toward Lan WangJi and continued to sleep. The boys stared at the two blankly. For some reason, their cheeks suddenly flushed. Lan SiZhui was the first to stand up, stammering, “H-HanGuang-Jun, we will go out and get some fresh air…”

(Chapter 84, ExR)

Hearing the dog, Wei WuXian immediately felt his hair rise. He shrunk back into Lan WangJi’s arms, half-dead with fright, “Lan Zhan!” 

Lan WangJi had already embraced him without needing any reminder, replying, “I am here!” 

Wei WuXian, “Hug me!” 

Lan WangJi, “I am hugging you!” 

Wei WuXian, again, “Hug me tight!” 

Lan WangJi, also, “I am hugging you tight!”

(Chapter 101, ExR)

He is there with you, WWX! He is by your side! If you call for him, he will answer!

LWJ is such a source of comfort to WWX. He starts to recognize it as early as JC tormenting him with Fairy and realizing the name he called for protection, and that feeling builds and builds over the course of the novel. He doesn’t need it, but like having someone to catch him if he falls, having LWJ with him just allows him to feel safe.

And LWJ gets to give him that. LWJ gets to see how WWX relaxes when he’s there with him. Considering his memories of the post-Nightless City cave, how much must this mean to him, to have his presence mean safety for WWX?

WWX calls “Lan Zhan!” and LWJ will answer “I am here.” How incredibly reassuring for both of them.

[wangxianficrecs]

❤️Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3

❤️Tragedy is Not the End

by Hobbsy3

T, 358k, wangxian

Summary: When Sizhui, Jingyi, and Zizhen are captured with Jin Ling at the Guanyin Temple, they're sure that Hanguang Jun and Wei Wuxian will fix everything - until Su She stabs Lan Wangji through the stomach, and everything falls apart around them. In a last, frantic attempt to undo the damage Jin Guangyao has done, Wei Wuxian activates a deadly array to send the four juniors back in time, sending them to the morning of Jin Ling's one-month celebration. With the fate of everyone and everything they love in their hands, Sizhui, Jin Ling, Zizhen and Jingyi race to prevent the ambush at Qiongqi Pass and the subsequent fallout, but Jin Guangyao has returned from the future as well, and he has no intention of letting what he wants fall through his hands a second time.

My comments: Okay, wow, this was so epic, it's hard to break down. The gist of it is that the four juniors get sent back in time from a moment of utter tragedy and overwhelming loss to fix the future. So they're all pretty fucking traumatized from the get-go. (Future Jin Guangyao is a complete and terrifying psychopath.)

If I had to pick 3 tags to describe the story it'd be WHUMP, H/C and BONDING. So, author doesn't hold back on the violence, which I fully endorse and devour. (I might have rated this one an M, actually, just for graphic violence and stressful situations.) Everyone gets a turn to be utterly beat up if not straight up tortured. POV is multiple, and that includes everyone (I never expected to admire and empathize with Jin Zixuan so much!). BUT, before you run away screaming, know that there is soooo much comfort and healing and bonding going on, throughout whatever the current trauma is (there are many) as well as after. I did a quick search, and there are 102 uses of "I love you", and it's not limited to wangxian. wwx says it to jiang cheng and a-yuan and all the poor time-travelling teens who have just lost everything and everyone in their entire worlds and suddenly are only a few years younger than their 'fathers'. The juniors say it to each other and their dads. jyl says it to everyone. the lan bros say it, the nie brothers say it. Everybody is just so fucking supportive and trying so hard and they just have faced what a world could be like if they DON'T communicate, and so by god, they're not gonna go that route, and also, no one's gonna let them forget it.

I really, really loved how all the time travelers latched onto their 'parents' and the relationships that they grew: with them, with their families and with their itty bitty counterparts. It highlighted the Juniors' innocence (and trauma) to be compared to people only a few years older and yet so much more mature and experienced because of having been through the war.

So. An epic, plotty, TASTY time travel fix it that features everyone and the way they all fit into each other's lives, getting into situations that are truly terrifying that have NO EXIT, being hurt and watching it happen to people you love, and lots of escapes-by-the-skin-of-their-teeth-and-please-god-are-they-still-breathing. It's an excellent and satisfying balance.

time travel, fix it, angst, whump, captivity, hostage situations, threat of torture, hurt everybody, temporary character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, tearjerker, feels, you will cry, self-sacrifice, POV multiple, adorable juniors, traumatized juniors, adorable a-yuan, qiongqi path ambush canon divergence, family feels, future reveal, jin zixuan lives, jiang yanli lives, wen remnants live, golden core reveal, found family, jiang sibling feels, pining, idiots in love, love confessions, first kiss, cuddling & snuggling, platonic cuddling, qi deviation, golden core surgery, baby golden core, wei wuxian is a good dad, lan wangji is a good dad, communication, nightmares, PTSD, panic attacks, wedding, adoption, cynophobia, wei wuxian’s fear of dogs, puppy therapy, healing, recovery, fix it, epic, parent-child relationship, father-son relationship, happy ending, favorite

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[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

"Wei-qianbei, why do your eyes turn red when you use your cultivation?" Jingyi asks as he, Sizhui, Hanguang-Jun and Wei Ying sharing a meal at an inn after a successful night hunt. "Does resentful energy manifest this way or is it some cool technique?"

"Nothing like that!" Wei Ying waves his chopsticks. "I just thought it would look cool if I could do it, so when I invented the ghost path, I incorporated it!"

Jingyi blinked at him twice, Sizhui and Lan Zhan sighed quietly.

"But... I don't remember Xue Yang having red eyes..."

"Of course not! That's my thing only! How else would people know I'm the Yiling Patriarch?"

Sizhui piped in. "The Ghost General?"

Lan Zhan added "Chenqing?"

Sizhui again. "Hanguang-Jun?"

Wei Ying rolled his eyes and laughed. "You guys are no fun! I need an artistic license, don't I? And anyway, red eyes make me more terrifying! You little ones are forgetting I invented my cultivation during war time! It's really important to intimidate your opponents!"

"Well can you teach me how? I wanna scare young mistress Jin next time he pisses me off!"

"Lan Jingyi."

As if he'd been doused in cold water, Jingyi paled and straightened up. "H-Hanguang-Jun... I... um..."

"It's fine, it doesn't actually take much of anything to do it, so if Hanguang-Jun allows it..."

Lan Wangji looked to his husband, then to a starry eyed Lan Jingyi, sighed and poured himself a cup of wine.

Lan Jingyi cheered so loud that Sizhui had to cover his ears. "Yay!"

[wangxiians]

MDZS 3 x 05;

“hanguang-jun! your headband...” “what is he doing?” “he is demonstrating a special use of the lan sect’s headband!”

[stiltonbasket]

if you're still taking prompts for qin su!wwx verse, what about wwx learning from lwj a-yuan is alive and well after lwj finds him in that inn roof? (if thats not done already, in that case, sorry for bothering you!)

and no stress if youre not interested in writing that! your fics are absulotely lovely, thank you for your existence!!!!

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian gasps, as his friend drags him down another narrow hallway before pulling him into one of the inn's private rooms. "I didn't steal this body, I swear it, so you can just let me go! I have important things to do, and I can't travel around with you and some boy pretending to be Jin Zixu-"

Lan Zhan drops Wei Wuxian's hand. "A-Yuan is alive," he says. "And if you believe that I bear you ill will, let that be the proof that I do not. I wrote that invitation to the Jinlintai, after all, so it would be only natural."

“What? No, I never thought that,” protests Wei Wuxian. “But how could you know that A-Yuan lived? It was the Jins--it was the Jins who h-hanged everyone, you didn’t have anything to do with it!“

“I found him in the Burial Mounds after the siege. He is alive and well, and has been living safely in the Cloud Recesses all these years as my adopted son.”

Wei Wuxian’s knees give out from under him.

There was no describing what it felt like, when he woke into a world where he was alive and the Dafan Wens were not. He went to Qishan to die on that night at Bu Ye Tian, never expecting to walk away from the battlefield unscathed; and after he managed to quash his fear of being caught at the Jinlintai before he could take revenge on Jin Guangyao, Wei Wuxian could think of nothing but the fact that Jin Guangshan had escaped him. Whatever death Jin Guangshan met was too good for him, too gentle--he should have wasted away by degrees like Wen Chao, haunted nearly to madness by his worst fears and nightmares, and not been granted a swift end by virtue of his poor health.

But to know after all this that A-Yuan is alive, that he spent these last sixteen years living well, in what was perhaps the safest place in the world--Wei Wuxian cannot find words to name the ache in his heart, or the tenderness that fills his eyes when he looks back up at Lan Zhan.

“Thank you,” he says thickly. “Lan Zhan, I can’t thank you enough. I don’t even know what to say.”

“You need say nothing to me,” his friend urges him. “But to Sizhui--he knows enough to remember you fondly, and he will be glad to meet you again. I told him everything that was safe to tell, and brought him up to honor the Wens as they deserved, though he could not do it openly. You can come back with me to Gusu, and be with him all the rest of your days, and no one would say a word against you. I swear it.”

And then, so softly that Wei Wuxian can scarcely hear him, he says:

“I will protect you. I failed you once--never, never again.”

He draws Wei Wuxian close to his chest, bending down to brush his lips over his forehead, and holds him as he cries.

“You didn’t fail me,” weeps Wei Wuxian. “You were the only one who thought of us at all.”

“Thinking and doing are two different things,” Lan Zhan whispers back. “I will kill anyone who dares touch you and Wen Ning, or Sizhui. I’ll keep you both safe.”

Wei Wuxian bursts into tears again. “Lan Zhan!”

He vaguely registers his legs beginning to tremble, and his waist growing soft until he can no longer stand; but Lan Zhan is there, as steady and sure as a mountain, and it is a simple matter for him to take Wei Wuxian in his arms and bring him to a comfortable bed.

“You’re not going to sleep with him, are you?” Jin Zixuan hisses, while Lan Zhan wraps Wei Wuxian in warm quilts and calls one of the innkeepers to bring a hot brick for his feet. “He’s a woman now! It’s not proper!”

“Propriety has nothing to do with it. Wei Ying needs rest badly, so I will sleep in the second bed.”

A pause, then. “You may share with me if you like.”

Jin Zixuan coughs.

“No thank you, Hanguang-jun,” he says politely. “The floor will do well enough.”

[sincerelystranger]

8 and 12 for Wangxian? 😁 🙏🏻

8. things you said when you were crying

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

He doesn’t know what the dagger looks like, he can’t even say how he’s so sure it’s a dagger, but the skin on his neck tingles in a strange sort of anticipation -- like it knows exactly where the weapon hovers, even though his eyes stay closed.

Keeping his eyes closed is by far the most difficult part of this strange farce he's undertaken with Lan Zhan. More than anything, he wants to open his eyes. More than anything he wants to see what kind of face Lan Zhan is making as he holds a dagger above Wei Wuxian’s pulse. 

He doesn't though. He keeps his eyes closed, his breaths even.

If his husband decides to kill him tonight, making it easy for him is the last gift Wei Wuxian can give to him.

And there's nothing Wei Wuxian wouldn't give his husband.

He's not surprised by the dagger or Lan Zhan's betrayal. He'd expected this, after all.

The cultivation world, wary of his powers and envious of his talisman, had given him an ultimatum. A marriage alliance in exchange for the assured safety of the remaining Wens.

It didn't take a genius to see through the sham of an olive branch, but Wei Wuxian had tentatively agreed, curious to see who among the nobles they would offer up to the monstrous Yiling Patriarch.

In all honesty, he hadn't planned to walk out of the negotiations with a betrothed.

But it had been Hanguang-jun.

Noble and beautiful Hanguang-jun, who offered himself up like the worst sort of martyr, and Wei Wuxian, weak and not in love but filled with so much curiosity about this beautiful stranger that he felt half-insane, had agreed to take him.

He had walked out of the meeting feeling like both the prisoner and the executioner.

He didn't regret it though.

Wei Wuxian was destined to die one way or the other, and if he was allowed a choice, he’d choose death by Lan Zhan every time. 

Falling in love hadn’t been in the plan, but loving Lan Zhan was frighteningly easy, and he had already been neck deep in love’s warm waters when he realized it. 

Lan Zhan had been a good husband. 

Lan Zhan is a good husband, a good man, a good cultivator, and he’s not so much betraying Wei Wuxian as he is fulfilling his duty to his own cultivation world. 

It’s not betrayal, Wei Wuxian reminds himself, fighting the urge to clench his hands into the blanket. There’s no lost love. It’s not betrayal. Wei Wuxian had entered this marriage eyes wide opened, and he had fallen in love despite. 

Despite. 

“Wei Ying.” 

It’s barely a whisper. Spoken so softly that even in the total silence of Wei Wuxian’s room, he can barely hear it, but it’s enough that it almost shocks him into movement. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whispers again, and Wei Wuxian can hear the shaking in his voice. 

Something drops onto the blanket. One, and then another, and another, and it’s not until he feels a wetness on his hand that he realizes that Lan Zhan is crying.

There’s a small thump as Lan Zhan’s hand falls next to Wei Wuxian’s face and strands of hair fall across his skin as Lan Zhan’s head falls down closer to Wei Wuxian’s own. He can feel Lan Zhan’s breath across his skin, shaky and hot, and tears drop drop onto his chest. 

Lan Zhan is crying. His husband is crying... for him.  

A twisted sort of happiness bubbles in Wei Wuxian’s chest. Perhaps Lan Zhan truly cared for him a little, despite their circumstance. 

Despite. 

“Do not be of two minds,” Lan Zhan whispers, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his sobs controlled. “Do not break faith. Do not associate with evil. Be loyal and filial.” Lan Zhan’s voice breaks then and the bed shakes with Lan Zhan’s trembling. 

Wei Wuxian wants to open his eyes then. He wants to wrap his arms around Lan Zhan and tell him that it’s okay. 

Lan Zhan takes a deep breath then, and Wei Wuxian can feel him straighten back up. Wei Wuxian can hear the scratching of the dagger across the futon as Lan Zhan tightens his hold. 

The skin on his neck tingles. 

“Do not break faith.”

[yuziyuanapologist]

“what? hanguang jun, doesn't this cross the line?”

nie huaisang | episode 35

[ID: three gifs of nie huaisang in the nie ancestral tomb in episode thirty five. all three gifs are of him from the shoulders up, looking outraged. in the first gif he presses his lips together with a grimace. in the second gif he exclaims something. in the third gif he is left speechless with wide eyes. the gifs are not subtitled. the coloured text in the caption reads "nie huaisang | episode 35" End ID.

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

A Flourishing Kind of Love by masked

Such a happy story! ❤️❤️

Quotes:

Now, Lan Wangji watched as a stranger kneeled in the dirt and tended to his garden. The man perked up when he sensed Lan Wangji and his attendants, and he stood with a wobble as if he’d been crouching for some time.

The man dusted his hands quickly, and gave a deep bow with an improper flourish. He looked up with an even more improper playful grin. “The owner of this garden, I presume. Hello!”

Some of his attendants quietly sucked in a breath with shock.

“Do you know who you’re speaking to?” one of them hissed at the man. “Apologize at once for your insolence!”

“Obviously I know who I’m speaking to,” the stranger replied nonchalantly. “Or am I wrong? Is this not the illustrious man from Gusu that the whole palace has been buzzing about?”

Rendered speechless, the attendant’s mouth opened and closed with utmost indignity. He quickly shook himself out of it, and raised his hand to—

Lan Wangji caught the attendant’s hand before it struck the man’s face.

————

It was a familiar argument between them by then, and Lan Wangji shook his head in fondness as he cleared the board of its xiangqi pieces.

“…and serving someone like him is such a concern.”

Lan Wangji’s hand paused over the board.

“It’s already been a month, and he’s still yet to gain any favours,” the attendant continued, his loud voice carrying far too easily through Lan Wangji’s closed doors. From Lan Wangji’s peripheral vision, he watched A-Ying sit up slowly. “What becomes of us then? What of our reputation as the ones serving this undesirable concubine?”

“Exactly,” agreed another attendant with a scoff. “And instead of doing anything about it, he wastes his time entertaining himself with that filthy servant—”

Lan Wangji put his hands over A-Ying’s ears, whose furrowed eyebrows shot up with surprise.

“H-Hanguang-jun?” A-Ying tentatively touched the back of Lan Wangji’s hands to remove them, and Lan Wangji shook his head. “What are you—”

“Don’t listen.”

A-Ying’s hands stilled.

E, 12k

Summary:

“Not only that, but they sent one of the direct descendants of the family. He’s supposedly as beautiful and flawless as a jade marble.”

“Is that so? I’d like to see someone like that with my own eyes.”

“Ha! What good is his great beauty if he still haven’t managed to grab bixia’s interest—”

The chatter died down as Lan Wangji strolled by.

-

A newly-arrived concubine Lan Wangji, neglected by the Emperor's disinterest in him, finds himself acquainted with a gardener.

[thirdofjune]

[...] Before this, he didn’t have time care about his appearance. Right now, Lan WangJi finally took out his handkerchief, slowly wiping away the blood clots on Wei WuXian’s face. Soon, the snowy handkerchief had been dyed with red and black. Although he’d finished wiping Wei WuXian’s face, he hadn’t wiped his own yet.

Lan SiZhui immediately handed over his unused handkerchief, “HanGuang-Jun.”

Lan WangJi took it over and looked down. With a wipe of the handkerchief, his face was back to white. The boys finally eased up. As expected, HanGuang-Jun only looked normal if his face was so icily clean.

OuYang ZiZhen, “HanGuang-Jun, why did Senior Wei collapse?”

Lan WangJi, “Fatigue.”

Lan JingYi was amazed, “I thought that Senior Wei would never get tired!”

The other boys felt somewhat astonished as well. That the legendary YiLing Patriarch could collapse from fatigue from dealing with walking corpses—they all thought that the YiLing Patriarch should be able to settle them with just a snap of his fingers. However, Lan WangJi shook his head. He only said four words, “We are all human.”

They were all human. How could a human be tireless? How could they stand forever?

— Mo Dao Zu Shi Chapter 84: Loyalty Part 6. (translation by exiledrebelsscanlations)

@mdzsnet: mo dao zu shi fifth anniversary event! november 6th: favorite quote from the novel.