#wei ying ahhh

[mmagurro]

teen wangxian 🍽️🐺

[nibbelraz]

Hello MDZS fandom

[seineko]

the fact that lan wangji was probably the first and the only person to ever put wei wuxian above all and everything else never fails to make me cry.

wei ying never deserved what all he went through, but he sure deserves all the love lan zhan showered on him and more.

[wangxian-the-zhijis]

After a few months of thinking (I’m a new fan), I finally know what Lan Wangji meant when he asked Wei Wuxian to trust him and that the situation has changed.

First of all, the answer is related to why the hell Lan Wangji was absent at the gathering and why he was sooooo late. This post clearly explained that after the Wens surrendered themselves, Lan Wangji went to the Burial Mounds to search for Wei Wuxian but found A-Yuan instead. This means that Lan Wangji saved A-Yuan before Wei Wuxian’s death and not after.

Another answer can be found in the list of the deleted scenes. Lan Wangji actually saved Wen Qing in Jinlintai. He battled Gusu Lan’s and Lanling Jin’s soldiers just to save Wen Qing because he knows that she’s important to Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji did ALL OF THAT for Wei Wuxian.

So that solves why it took so much time for Lan Wangji to appear and what the hell he was doing.

What I think Lan Wangji’s plan is… is that he will ask Wei Wuxian to stop everything. Stop his revenge for a while and calm down because not all the Wens are dead. There’s still a few people left of his newfound family. And I dare say that those 2 (plus Wen Ning but he ain’t there) are the ones who matter the most to Wei Wuxian (among the Wens).

You know what I hate? Is that Wei Wuxian was always saying something like Lan Wangji not believing him and that’s why he never accepted his help. But he never believed Lan Wangji either. He never listened to him. So like ??? Same banana.

[lansizhuis]

“Sometimes all you need is a second chance, because time wasn’t ready for the first one.”

danmei graphic request: wei wuxian and second chances for anon

[wangxian-on-repeat]

Wei Wuxian: RAGE

Jiang Wanyin: what

Wei Wuxian: sorry nothing—

Wen Qing: RAGE

Wen Qionglin: RAGE!!!!!

Wei Wuxian:

Jiang Wanyin:

[gentil-minou]

Chapter Four of once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time where all of jianghu has been cursed to live miserable lives in modern times without their memories and only Wei Wuxian can save them...except he doesn't remember either.

Wangxian + A-Yuan | Ch 4 | 11K | Rated M

Specific Chapter CW: Smut scene (masturbation, body worship)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Curses, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion

Chapter Summary

Lan Wangji spent the last few years honing his morning routine into an efficiently precise art form. Everything had gone exactly according to plan, executed perfectly, as befitting a proper Lan. Except this past weekend was a significant deviation from all of that. This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying. Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash. -- Lan Wangji is still reeling from his disastrous encounter with the strangely familiar Wei Ying, but perhaps fate's design will offer him a second chance.

Preview under the cut

This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash.

Monday morning, he begins his day by oversleeping and missing his natural wake-up time by twenty minutes. He, for the first time ever, groggily rolls out of bed, searching fruitlessly for his phone which he normally keeps on the dresser on the far side of the room. He finds it buried amongst the sheets in which he’d spent the night before tossing and turning as he'd checked his email and messages again and again.

He commits mistake after mistake as he hastily tries to fix his bed, ruining creases that had been strategically embedded into the sheets by years of habit. He finds himself growing increasingly agitated, breath huffing in almost a growl. At last, Lan Wangji surrenders and stumbles into the bathroom, leaving the red fleece blanket he’d bought yesterday spontaneously in a messy pile at the center of the bed.

His morning meditation is useless and he ends it after five minutes where an endless chorus of Lan Zhan! sings inside his head. He puts his sneakers on left foot first instead of right, nearly tripping over them, and even inputs the wrong code for the security system three times before finally arming it. 

He misses a turn on his run and ends up taking a different route around the lake that requires Lan Wangji to double back along the beach. He grits his teeth as his sneakers collect enough coarse sand to construct a sandpit in his backyard.

When Lan Wangji at last arrives back home, he immediately enters the kitchen and downs a glass of water in a single gulp. The glass nearly shatters when he slams it onto the counter, out of breath and feeling even more disconcerted than he did when he woke up.

Then, he stares at the spot where Wei Ying had been sitting just twenty-four hours ago. The stool he’d perched on, limbs akimbo like he’d never sat properly at any point in his life. The countertop Wei Ying had leaned on, inching further into Lan Wangji’s space, brown eyes teasing.

He remembers the way Wei Ying had chewed on his bottom lip when he was thinking, how entranced Lan Wangji had been by the freckle under that lip. How every time Wei Ying would gnaw on its dry skin, Lan Wangji had found himself torn between offering him chapstick or biting those lips himself.

How he wouldn’t have even needed that excuse, how close they’d come to him being able to act on his every desire with Wei Ying’s enthusiastic consent…

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[belovedkaveh]

I love this side of him

When I first started the donghua yesterday I didn't expect to love him and Lan Zhan so much

[cut-aare]

Hew hew late night doodl (the last one haha)

[wintertundra-art]

Ahhh, I just stumbled across this magnificent art piece 💕😩😍. Your Yiling Laozu is so gorgeous 🥰💖❤️‍🔥. Beautiful, and phenomenal art work.

Thank you for gifting my eyes with such an incredible sight. It's aesthetically pleasing to look at too ❣️

I gotta ask, dear wonderful artist 😭 is there anyway you'd consider drawing Wei Wuxian as a fierce corpse in your art style?😭😭 It's an idea that's been in my head for a minute. Your art is so stunning and I think it would be incredible. It's just a thought though 😊. I simply wanted to ask and also just tell you how...ahh, idk how else I can describe your Yiling Laozu art piece. He is just that stunning.❣️💖 Thank you so much for gifting our eyes with a art piece like this. 🥰❣️ *Chef's Kiss* 🤌😘

I hope you have a wonderful night💖☺️

YOOOOO THANK YOU SO MUCH????? YOU WANT FIERCE CORPSE WEI YING? TAKE IT AND TAKE MY LIFE TOO I LITERALLY CRIED AND HOW SWEET YOU WERE, HAVE A LWJ TOO BECAUSE YOU MENTIONED HIM IN ANOTHER POST SO HERE YOU GO

[wutheringskies]

more than the mess of yin iron, demonic cultivation, villian erasures, the second flute, yunmeng "siblings", and wen qing x jc, what pisses me off about the untamed effect is when I was reading a short fic and there's a line like-

Lan Wangji is exhausted from his chief cultivator duties and he simply wants to go to bed. Of course, he knows Wei Wuxian would be waiting for him, all loud and excited - he considers if he could sleep at his brother's but ultimately decides no. Of course. He loves Wei Ying. He will enjoy his chatter. He just isn't in the mood for it right then.

And when he enters Wei Wuxian is quiet, and prepares him a bath while naked (which is what I came for) but it's Lan Wangji liking that he's quiet that made me (Lan Zhan is my blorbo or whatever it is called; he's the sun in my mind) feel so angry because of course, the author must have either only consumed cql or have their novel reading coloured by cql where you know, Lan Wangji abandons Wei Wuxian to make a political career but like, holy fuck!

1. Lan Wangji getting exhausted from duties ? That already sounds OOC. (Sorry, my precious baby.)

2. Lan Wangji considering not going home to Wei Wuxian ??? Like. What. How.

3. Oh, god I've encountered so many fics where Lan Zhan thinks Wei Ying is annoying or too loud (like seriously). Like - firstly, Wei Ying by himself isn't obnoxious the way some people write him; he's chaotic and he's a gremlin, but he's not the stereotype chaotic gremlin because he always had the YLLZ big dick, even-tone, formal speech potential in him. Like, he's not obnoxious or "excessive"; he teased Lan Zhan when he was 15 because Lan Zhan didn't give him attention so he kept upping the scales; by acting all the more outrageous. But that's not his default setting. He's pretty normal, just zealous and Lan Zhan loves that, loves that Wei Ying is someone bright and cheerful and can smile after storms; and that he's loud and brilliant (wait I swear this wasn't supposed to be a Wei Wuxian love letter...)

4. What do you mean that Lan Zhan let Wei Ying do the work for him without him being drunk, without taking care of Wei Ying first, or talking to him about his day or liking that Wei Ying is being quiet? I feel like there's a really massive amount of people who believe Lan Zhan feels bad because Wei Ying didn't do anything much for him in his previous life? So, they make Wei Ying like the stereotype sexy, obedient wife (honestly it's just putting MDZS characters through fandom tropes without interacting with, or worse, criticizing the source material after having a biased read or no read at all of it). Just having the dialogue "no thank you and no sorry" isn't the point; it's about the actual erasing of debts between them ahhh.

Anyway, I'm thankful to those who write MDZS and create content. But as a canon-enjoyer, I guess I need to work harder to find fanfiction based on canon MDZS 😅

[zombubble]

From In Memory; In Truth Chapter 15:

We're getting a bit emotional today. Some pining. A dash of grief. Enjoy uwu.

In the warm light of the late afternoon, Xie Yuan is radiant. Lan Zhan can’t quite tell if the warm glow about him is purely sunlight or an aspect of his divinity, but… he’s breathless. He’s breathless, because his chest is heavy and warm, his heart is pounding in his chest, his entire being is vibrating because Xie Yuan is… Because Lan Zhan… He loves him. There’s guilt in this, too, of course—he promised himself to Wei Ying and loves him still, with everything in his being—but part of him thinks… Wei Ying would, if he cared at the end of his life, if he valued or loved Lan Zhan even a little, be happy for him. Wei Ying believed in living in the moment, taking things as you could and forgetting what you’d lost or what was unpleasant. Wei Ying… would probably be happy for him and if he wouldn’t—if for some reason he didn’t care, if his harsh words the last time they spoke were more than the product of his madness—then, well… If Wei Ying wouldn’t care that Lan Zhan is happy, then Lan Zhan… He’ll never stop loving Wei Ying. He knows this. And he’ll never stop mourning him. But he can’t deny his feelings about Xie Yuan anymore, and he can’t keep denying himself any semblance of happiness, no matter how brief, on the off-chance that Wei Ying’s ghost (which never speaks to him anyways, never appears in the Jianghu, has never shown any interest in seeing him again) might one day appear. Wei Ying is dead. Wei Ying is never coming back, that much is clear after a decade. Even if he still exists out there, he’s thoroughly rejected the Jianghu and Lan Zhan specifically, and so… Maybe Lan Zhan’s heart, aching with strain and warped with grief, will settle properly in having room for someone else. Even if Xie Yuan doesn’t return his affections and even if the god goes back to the Heavenly Realm for good when all of this is over, Lan Zhan can, he thinks, allow himself to enjoy this while it lasts. Wei Ying would be proud of him for having fun, being impulsive, seizing something that wasn’t a book of rules to be copied for punishment. If the Wei Wuxian at the end of his life wouldn’t, then the teenager Lan Zhan fell in love with would. “This really is beautiful, though,” Xie Yuan says softly. Lan Zhan walks up next to him, looking out over the mountains, over the Cloud Recesses and Lake Biling, Caiyi Town at the nearest edge. The shadows of the mountains are growing long over it all, the sun sinking slowly behind them, and in the darkest of the shadowy areas, lights are starting to glow.

Ahhh identity shenanigans........ Pining, emotions...

One of my favorite parts of this story, aside from everything else.

What are they doing in the Cloud Recesses? We don't know.... but they're in Gusu..... together..........

For now.

[lemonlushff]

- What's the point of breaking my sweet heart? -

Lan Wangji stares at the text from an unsaved number, feeling surprised and confused all at once. 

“I wish I was what you wanted.” 

His heart aches for them - this mystery person. 

He knows what it’s like to be… 

Well. 

He knows, perhaps better than most.

The send time was 2 in the morning. A drunk confession from someone, no doubt. Many are made bold by the cover of night with the aid of intoxication. His heart aches for them - this mystery person.

The texts sits heavy with him all day as he runs errands. Does his laundry. Meal preps for the week. Begins his essay on sustainable water collection and storage in desert areas.

He finally writes back just before Wei Wuxian arrives. It feels like the right thing to do - to tell them that it didn’t reach their intended audience. 

“Wrong number?”

If it were for him, he would have their number saved. He's sure of it.

He puts the text out of his mind then, silently wishing the person luck with...whoever it was for. 

Wei Wuxian arrives at his apartment, backpack slung over one shoulder and dark bruises marring the skin under his eyes. 

Another late night, it would seem.

“Wei Ying,” he greets, stepping back into his apartment to allow Wei Wuxian entrance. 

“Lan Zhan, hey…Sorry I’m late.” 

He isn’t late, by Wei Wuxian’s standards. By his standards, he’s on time. 

“It’s alright. I just finished my essay.”

“Ah…Then you’re further than I am,” he grins easily…but his smile is. 

Off. 

It doesn’t quite reach his tired eyes. 

Lan Wangji isn’t worried. About the essay. He knows Wei Wuxian will be able to finish that, and brilliantly. He always does. He’s concerned about him emotionally, however.

He wants to ask him what’s wrong, but it’s too soon. He’s known Wei Ying for years, and if there’s one thing Lan Wangji has learned, it’s that he needs to lull Wei Ying into a sense of security before he will even consider discussing anything that is bothering him.

“Tea?” 

“Ahhh…that would be amazing. Yeah - thanks Lan Zhan.” 

“Of course.” 

He watches Wei Ying make a place for himself out of the corner of his eye as he fills a kettle. Wei Ying looks like he belongs here. On his couch. In his home. 

In his life.

He wishes Wei Ying wanted that too. In the way Lan Zhan did. He wishes he could be the one to make Wei Ying happy. He would rip out his own heart - feed him the marrow from his bones - if that's what it would take to keep him here. 

To make him see how much Lan Zhan loved him.

Lan Zhan lights his stovetop as his phone chimes distinctly in the background. He pays it no mind, instead moving to grab Wei Ying's mug from his cabinets. 

"How far are you?" Lan Zhan asks neutrally, just to hear the sound of Wei Ying's voice. It never takes much prompting.

He loves that Wei Ying loves to talk. "I have the research done, I'm just putting off writing it. I do my best work under pressure."

"Mm," Lan Zhan hums, selecting a blueberry lavender tea he bought at the farmers market the other week. He was intrigued despite himself and thought Wei Ying might enjoy it. 

"Aaaah Lan Zhan...You're judging me! Don't judge me. It always works out, right?"

"I am not judging you. I do, however, believe that this is the perfect opportunity for you to begin working on an outline." 

"Before I even have my tea? So cruel gege!"

Lan Wangji ignored the moniker and leveled Wei Ying with a flat look instead. He wouldn't rise to the bait. He learned long ago that it would only encourage it. 

"Aish alright, alright...let me get my computer out." 

With Wei Ying's back turned, Lan Wangji finally checks his phone.

It's a text from the unknown number. 

"Maybe...Was it?" 

Lan Zhan's breath hitches in his throat for a moment before he finds himself. It's flattering but meaningless. 

"I don't know - I don't know you," he replies.

The kettle starts shrieking from the stove, and Lan Zhan slides his phone back into his pocket where it remains blissfully silent for the rest of the night. 

It's not until the next morning that he sees another text from the unsaved number.

"I think I'm a brave coward Lan Zhan. I was just supposed to tell you and not respond. So I could move on. But I can't. It's impossible to move on from you. I've been trying so hard...I heard this would help but it's selfish. I just wanted to say I'm sorry, this time."

Lan Zhan doesn’t know what to think or how to feel this time. This person used his name. Had his number. There is no mistaking it for a drunken wrong text now. 

He knows them.

He goes about his morning routine as best he can. Goes for a run. Does some yoga. Showers. 

All the while all he can think about is this person. 

At first he’s mad.

Mad at them for putting him in this position. For not facing him and hiding like this. They say they like him but they can’t even show him their face? Say who they are? They hide behind anonymity and for what? 

Because they know he will turn them down?

Because they know he will turn them down… 

This person knows him, and in knowing him, they know that their feelings can never be returned. Not when he is so completely and hopelessly in love with Wei Ying.

That’s why they had said they wished they were what he wanted. Because they know…

And is it selfish, then, for them to want to seek release from their emotional bonds to him? It’s it selfish and cruel for them to confess when they think this is the only way they can move on?

Is it not, in truth, as they said? Are they not brave even though they hide?

Braver than even Lan Zhan himself?

By the time Lan Zhan is done showering, he knows how to reply to them, because he cannot tolerate them calling themself a coward.

“You’re not a brave coward," he texts. "You’re merely brave. Telling someone how you feel is not an easy feat. You’re braver than I. Please don’t apologize to me for saying what you need to say. I wish I could return your feelings for you. You seem kind - I don’t relish hurting you.”

He doesn’t expect a response to his reply. 

In a way, he’s rather assumed this would be the end of their conversation. They’ve both said their piece. Now it’s time for them to move on.

Yet, when his phone chimes a few minutes later his heart still speeds up as he irrationally thinks it’s them. 

It’s not. 

It’s Wei Ying. 

“Lan Zhaaaaaaannnnn…don’t hate me but I can’t make it to lunch today.” He’s surprised - Wei Ying never cancels.

“I could never hate you. Is everything alright?” 

“Everythings fine! I just need to work on that paper.” 

Lan Zhans brow furrows. It wouldn’t be uncommon for Wei Ying to work on homework while at lunch with him. They often do it together.

Perhaps Wei Ying was more stressed about it than he had let on. 

“You will let me know if you need any assistance?” 

“Lan Zhan! How can you be so good? The absolute best! Yes - I’ll let you know. Promise.”

Lan Zhan takes him for his word and resolves to push the unease he feels growing in the pit of his stomach to the side. 

Everything is fine. He's sure it's fine.

Lan Zhan packs his bag and heads to his first class of the day, head swirling with thoughts about how he can help relieve some of Wei Ying's stress. 

Perhaps he could order tea? He had looked so tired when Lan Zhan had last seen him.

Or - if Wei Ying is canceling on him, then he's likely not going to remember to eat. He gets that way, sometimes. Maybe Lan Zhan could cook him dinner and bring it to his apartment later. 

He wouldn't need to stay...and selfishly...it would make Lan Zhan feel better to know Wei Ying was taken care of.

The weather is starting to turn, and the leaves are scattered on the pavement around him as he walks to the store. Wei Ying has always been a fan of his sister's lotus root & pork rib soup.

Perhaps he should make soup, then. Braised beef with daikon - warm and hearty, and it doesn't encroach upon the fond memories Wei Ying has of his sister. 

He's just bringing the soup to its final boil when his phone chimes again. 

It's from the unsaved number. 

Lan Zhan's heartbeat picks up, then shatters when he reads the preview on the screen. 

"How do you know you can't return my feelings?"

He'd really thought after this morning that this would be the end of it. 

He sets his phone to the side and packages up the soup, letting the words sit with him as he walks to the apartment Wei Ying shares with Jiang Cheng.

How does he know he can't like them back? Because his heart already belongs to someone else. He thought this person knew. They had very clearly said they wished they were what he wanted.

He doesn't even know who they are! It doesn't seem fair that they're asking him this. He thought the point was to move on.

Lan Zhan doesn't see how this is helping. 

He told them no - why are they continuing to torture themself?

He exhales in frustration as Wei Ying's building comes into view. 

He wants to focus on him now and give Wei Ying the attention he deserves, no matter how briefly. 

"I don't know who you, are" he types, and pauses. 

He wants to get the point across. Once and for all.

"I'm sorry - I can't love you when I'm already in love with someone else. I hope you find your own peace and happiness." 

He presses send before he can think twice and makes his way up to Wei Ying's apartment, forcing himself to shove everything to the side.

It isn't until Lan Zhan is standing in front of the door in the dimly lit hallway that it occurs to him that perhaps he shouldn't have surprised Wei Ying with the soup. 

So concerned with his well-being, Lan Zhan never paused to consider that Wei Ying might not be home.

The apartment is still on the other side of the door. There aren't the normal signs up life: loud laughter. Music or the dull sound of the TV blaring this drama or that documentary. 

Ignoring the prickling on the back of his neck alerting him that something is wrong, Lan Zhan knocks.

And waits. 

And knocks again. 

He can hear shuffling on the other side of the door now. The slightest shadow of shoes under the door.

"Wei Ying? It's me..." he tries, but still the door doesn't open. Had he done something? He should have called first, he knows that...but Wei Ying never freezes him out like this. And it must be Wei Ying, because Jiang Cheng would have no problem opening the door. 

Normally, Wei Ying doesn't either.

And that's why it feels like this now. Like Wei Ying doesn't want to see Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan doesn't know why... 

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan sighs, leaning his head against the door. "I made you soup. I was worried you wouldn't remember to eat." 

Wei Ying doesn't say anything and the prickling on his neck only worsens.

"Did I..." Lan Zhan whispers, swallowing. "Wei Ying, what's wrong? You can tell me. You can tell me anything." 

Still, silence. 

He can't force Wei Ying to talk to him. 

"I'll leave the soup for you by the door. Please don't forget to eat." 

It's all he can do.

He turns around and leaves the way he came. 

It's only after he's made it halfway home that his phone chimes with another text.

"Thanks gege - you're too good." 

Lan Zhan has to read it twice, hands shaking - breath caught in his throat, pulse pounding hard in his veins. 

It's from the unsaved number... 

...But there's only one person who would be shameless enough to call him gege. 

And he just brought him soup.

But he can’t be. Wei Ying can’t be this person…Because why wouldn’t he tell him…Why wouldn’t…No…No Wei Ying doesn’t have feelings for him. He can’t. He…But…No… 

No…Because if Wei Ying is…then Lan Zhan just told him… 

No. No. Nononono…

He couldn’t ruin this. Lan Zhan refused to believe he had just told Wei Ying he couldn’t love him. Not when the only thing Lan Zhan wanted to do was just that. 

He needed to talk to Wei Ying. 

Now. 

He needed to be brave too.

And if he’s wrong… 

No. No, he refused to believe that. Not when it all made sense, the way Wei Ying wouldn’t talk to him. The timing of…everything today. 

No, he was right, he reassured himself, pounding on Wei Ying’s door. 

He had to be.

“Wei Ying, Wei Ying please open,” Lan Zhan yelled, not caring how loud he was. The soup was missing. Wei Ying was home. He had to be. “Wei Ying, please…I need to talk to you. You are what I want. Please…Please, I was wrong. I didn’t know it was yo—”

The door to Wei Ying’s apartment creaked open, and Wei Ying peaked out at him from behind the dark blue painted wood. 

“—Lan Zhan…” 

“Wei Ying…”

His eyes were red rimmed and watery. His messy hair had been pulled away from his face and gathered at the crown of his neck…and the shirt he wore…It was Lan Zhan’s. The one Lan Zhan slept in when he spent the night. 

He wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t be. 

It was Wei Ying. 

It was Wei Ying all along.

“Lan Zhan, what—" 

Wei Ying had been brave for them. Now it was Lan Zhan's turn. 

Lan Zhan pushed the door open and grabbed Wei Ying by the back of his neck, crashing their lips together before Wei Ying could do something stupid. 

Like try and deny it all.

Wei Ying stiffened under his lips, and for the first time, Lan Zhan considered the possibility that maybe he really was wrong. Maybe he had just been so hopeful...Maybe he had just wanted this so much that he saw what he wanted to see…

Lan Zhan pulled away from Wei Ying, looking down at his wide shocked eyes and slack parted lips. 

"Wei Ying," he breathed, eyes searching his. "Tell me I'm right...tell me it's you...Tell me I had it wrong before, in the texts..." 

Wei Ying only stared back at him, unmoving.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment, and then Lan Zhan couldn't take the silence anymore. He could feel his own heart breaking with every second that ticked by. He'd really wanted it so much that he'd made a fool of himself. 

"...Right," Lan Zhan shakily exhaled.

He could feel his eyes prickling, but he wasn't going to cry here. He'd wait until he got home for that particular humiliation. He'd done enough today. 

"I apologize. I...Please. Forget I ever...I'll leave."

He'd just turned around when he felt a hand jerking his arm back, spinning him back around. A pair of lips crashed into his - nails from a hand scraping against the skin of his neck as it held him in place.

Everything was a blur - his mind a haze. All he understood was one simple thing. 

Wei Ying was kissing him. And he was going to kiss him back.

He was going to make Wei Ying understand everything he kept locked away in his heart. He was going to make Wei Ying know just how much he loved him, and how wrong he had been. 

Wei Ying began to shake between Lan Zhan's hands as something warm and wet brushed against Lan Zhan's thumbs.

Tears. 

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan breathed, tenderly rubbing the soft skin of Wei Ying's cheeks. 

"I...I'm not sad," Wei Ying rasped. 

"I'm not, it's just..." 

"A lot," Lan Zhan offered, and Wei Ying nodded. 

"I'm sorry." 

"For what?"

"Hiding. Almost losing you. Canceling lunch. Take your pick," he laughed with a watery smile. "I was a coward." 

"Not a coward." How could he be when Wei Ying was the bravest person he knew?

Lan Zhan bent down and kissed each cheek - pressing his lips against the salty wet skin from his tears. 

"Never a coward. You're so brave, Wei Ying...Braver than I could have been." 

Wei Ying closed his eyes against a new wave of tears and Lan Zhan took the opportunity to kiss his lids. His brows.

He wanted to kiss every inch of Wei Ying. 

Lan Zhan gently pressed his head against Wei Ying's forehead as Wei Ying loosely wrapped both his arms around Lan Zhan's neck. Wei Ying's fingers started playing with the neck of his shirt, worrying the soft fabric.

"I can't believe this is real...I can't believe...You said..." 

He knew what he said. 

"It was you," Lan Zhan murmured, inhaling. "It was always you."

And it would always be him. 

He was never letting go again. 

(Fin)

A few answers to some things they talk about later: 

Wei Ying was too upset to realize he texted from the wrong number, and then he dismissed it and thought Lan Zhan wouldn't notice. He did.

Wei Ying also started doing this because he realized he couldn't keep loving Lan Zhan, but he didn't want to ruin what they had and their friendship. That was too important to him. 

Nie Huaisang suggested he do this instead.

I don't think I have anything else left unexplained...But let's just handwave if I do. 

Thanks for sticking with this one fam! I haven't done angst here before. It was fun stretching that muscle again! 

Originally posted to twitter, then bsky.

[remma3760]

Consequences

Chapter 19

Summary:

In which we find out who the woamn rescued by wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji is, and why she was a target of the puppets. It is not a happy tale.

Lan Qiren was back in the infirmary. He had written to Baoshen Sanren and was expecting her imminent arrival. Lan Wangji had woken some time earlier and was ready to make his report, but since he absolutely refused to leave Wei Wuxian's side, here they all were. Lan Baojie was not happy at the invasion of his domain, but as there were no other patients, he had allowed it. 

Lan Wangji stroked the hair off his husband's face. "You are sure he will recover?"

Lan Baojie answered gently. "He will Wangji. It will take time but I see no reason for him not to make a full recovery."

"Wangji, what happened?"

Lan Wangji looked to Lan Qiren. "We were in Qishan, Shufu."

"Qishan? But I warned you to stay away from Wen territory."

"I know. We had intended to skirt the edges only, but once our pendants alerted us to the presence of heavy resentful energy, we made the decision to investigate. We expected a Yao or perhaps a restless spirit. We could not, in all conscience leave such a danger untended. We thought to investigate and leave without anyone being alerted to our presence."

Lan Qiren nodded. "You were right to do so. If there is danger then it is the duty of a cultivator to protect the innocent. This woman?"

"She was running from a herd of fierce corpses."

"Puppets." Wei Wuxian had woken.

"Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian reached to hold Lan Wangji's hand. "Lan Zhan, you got us home safely. I knew you would."

"Wuxian, are you well?"

"Tired A-Die. Is My core depleted? How long was I sleeping?"

Lan Baojie stepped forward to explain."Your core has been sealed. It was the only way to protect it after you were poisoned."

"Oh, yes, I could feel something was wrong after that monster clawed me. Can you unseal it now?"

"I am sorry, but you will need many months of recovery first."

"Months? No! But I feel so much better."

"Wei Ying, you must listen to Lan Daifu. Better to rest for months than to lose your core forever."

Wei Wuxian sighed. Of course he would do as he was told, just, months. "Don't worry, I'll be good. Oh, Lan Zhan, the woman, is she?"

Lan Wangji moved aside so Wei Wuxian could see the woman in the next bed. "Is she...ahhh...Laolao, you must stop doing that, my heart can't take it."

Baoshen Sanren had arrived. "What has happened to you, child? I had barely left and here you are becoming injured. Qiren, who has harmed my children?"

"Welcome, Baoshen Sanren. We are yet to determine the cause as both boys have only now awoken. However, Wuxian's core has been damaged by poison and has had to be sealed."

Worried, Baoshen Sanren turned to Lan Baojie. "Sealed?"

"Yes, Immortal Sanren. Were it not for the pendants you gifted them we might not have known the cause in time and then Wuxian's core could have been lost entirely."

"What kind of poison destroys a core?"

"I have never seen it's like. I had hoped that you might know more."

Baoshen Sanren looked thoughtful. "I do not. I will look into this. Now, child, how were you poisoned?"

Lan Wangjie sat back to allow Wei Wuxian to continue their tale. "Right, so, they weren't really fierce corpses that attacked us because they weren't fully dead. I would say they were puppets being somehow controlled by resentful energy." 

Lan Qiren cast a worried glance to Baoshen Sanren. "Controlled how, Wuxian?"

"I don't know. But they were targetting that woman. They almost ignored us, fighting to get to her, then, when I killed one, it turned into a monster instead of just dying. I've never seen anything like it. I had to cut off it's head, but it got me before I was able to do so. That's when Lan Zhan used the transportation talisman to get us back here. There were just too many of them."

"Wen Ruohan sent them after me."

Wei Wuxian gasped, looking over at the injured woman. "You're awake! But wait, why would Wen Ruohan send these puppets after you? Where did they come from?"

"Wen Ruohan created them. Anyone who disagrees with him is turned into a puppet and forced to do his bidding."

They were all shocked. Lan Qiren began to pace, trying to order his thoughts. "But how is that possible? Without the Yin Iron, he should not have the ability to control resentment in such a manner."

Baoshen Sanren was the one to answer him. "Qiren, the Yin Iron is merely a focus. It is not a source of resentment. Believe me when I say that had he found the Yin Iron, he could achieve far worse. He would have the ability to create an army of the dead, maybe even an abyss. In addition, the effects of the resentment on his mind and body will be more damaging without the Yin Iron drawing away the worst of the side effects."

Lan Qiren nodded. "You are right. I had hoped that he would be content with the power he has, but it is clear now that he is not, and never will be." He looked to the woman. "Please, continue."

"This one is Wen Chunhua. I was once a maid at Nightless City. My Husband, Wen Yuchan, was a healer. He trained with his aunt and uncle at Dafan Mountain. They are a branch family that specialises in the healing arts.

"Eight years ago Wen Ruohan went there, to the Temple of The Heavenly Maiden. He was looking for something but whatever it was, he didn't find it. He was so angry; raging. My Husband was close and the first to reach him. He was just twenty then, and had only recently received his own set of needles. He was able to pacify Wen Ruohan and bring him back from a Qi Deviation.

"By the time my Husband's Aunt arrived, it was all over. Wen Ruohan was grateful to Yuchan, and as a reward, took him back to Nightless City to be his personal physician. He was barely even given the chance to say goodbye before he was taken.

"That's when I met him. He was kind and handsome and we fell in love. Wen Ruohan supported our marriage and for a time, we were happy. I found myself with child in the first year, but it was not to be. I lost my baby, and four more in the next six years. Yuchan was convinced it was because of the resentful energy that has sunk into the very stones of the city. When I became pregnant again, my husband wanted to send me away. He said the baby would have a better chance if I was away from Nightless City. He was probably right since not a single healthy baby has been born there in years.

"Wen Ruohan agreed that I could go to Dafan Mountain. Yuchan told him he wanted me to be with family, so I went. I was not alone. Guards were sent with me, for my protection, Wen Ruohan said, but it was clear that I was to be a hostage for my husband's good behaviour. 

"Yuchan's family were kind to me. His grandmother took me in, and it was all going so well. Then, two days ago a message came. They said, they said..."

Wen Chunhua covered her face with her hands, crying quietly. Lan Baojie laid his hand on her shoulder, giving her a glass of water. She nodded her thanks, then continued. "They told me Yuchan was dead. That he had angered Wen Ruohan and that Wen Ruohan had executed him on the spot. They said that Wen Ruohan had decided to be merciful and allow me to leave. That I had one day to leave Wen territory or I would be killed. Of course, I knew it was impossible. It was a game to him. make me run then chase me down for sport. But what could I do? I wanted my child to live, so I ran. 

"I expected the guards to come after me but they didn't. They let me go. I didn't know why until the next day when I heard the howling. I knew then that Wen Ruohan had sent his puppets after me. Why would he do such a thing? I was nothing to him. My Husband was already dead, why come after me?"

"A test." Bashen Sanren was grim. "He wanted to test his control over the puppets. Without the Yin Iron he doesn't yet have the power to subdue other sects, so he has turned on his own people. He was testing his newest weapon."

"So it wasn't about me at all? He would have killed me and my baby for no reason at all? He is truly mad."

Lan Qiren agreed. "I fear that is so."

Wen Chunhua turned to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. "You saved me. Without you..."

Lan Wangji stood to bow to her. "No need for thanks."

"Still, I am grateful. You're Hanguang Jun, aren't you? And Taiyang Jun? I have heard about you. They say you always help where you are needed and ask for nothing in return. I am pleased to see that the rumours are true."

Wen Chunhua lay back down, exhausted. She could feel her baby moving inside her, seemingly agitated. Then she screamed. "My baby! Help me!"

Lan Baojie rushed to her side, then called for assistance. "The baby is coming. I need everyone to leave. Now!"

Lan Qiren and Baoshen Sanren hurried away as Lan Baojie called for screens to give Wen Chunhua privacy. Wei Wuxian still could not be moved and Lan Wangji would not leave him.

***

It had been so long. Hours. Lan Wangji sat by Wei Wuxian, the two holding each other tightly, their eyes fixed on the screens that surrounded the screaming woman. Then there was silence, broken by the cry of a baby. Wei Wuxian breathed out a sigh of relief as a worried looking healer emerged and handed the wailing infant to Lan Wangji. Instinctively, he took the child, cradling him close as the healer returned behind the screen.

"Wei Ying."

"Gods, he's tiny."

"Mn." Lan Wangji rocked the baby, leaning in so Wei Wuxian could see him and pinch his cheeks. 

They stayed like that until the screens were removed. Wei Wuxian had been smiling broadly, but that soon faded when he saw Lan Baojie.

He looked over at Wen Chunhua. "Is she?"

"Alive, but the stress of the birth was too much. We have done all we can, but now I'm afraid...she has asked to see her child."

Lan Wangji stood, bringing the baby over. He tried to pass Wen Chunhua her son but she was too weak so instead Lan Wangji held him close to her. 

"My baby. My sweet child. He is well? It's too soon." She gave Lan Baojie an anxious look.

"A healthy baby boy. A little small, but strong."

"Thank the gods."

Wei Ying called over. "Madam, do you need us to contact your family? We can take your baby to Dafan Mountain if you wish. We..."

Wen Chunhua became agitated."No! No, he would never be safe there. Please, Wen Ruohan can never suspect that he has survived. Please, you. You and Hanguang Jun. He would already be dead but for you. Please, take him and raise him as your own. Promise me you will always keep him safe."

Wei Wuxian was shocked, and could see that Lan Wangji was too. What should they do? 

Again, Wen Chunhua asked them. "Please, I am dying. I must know my baby will be safe. Please, swear to me, Hanguang Jin, Taiyang Jun. Swear that you will take my child and love him as your own. Swear it."

Lan Wangji looked down at the tiny boy in his arms. Love him? Yes, he could certainly do that. He already knew that he would willingly protect this small being with his life. looking to Wei Wuxian, he could see that he felt the same. He nodded to Wen Chunhua. "It will be so."

She fell back, relieved. Reaching out, she stroked her son's cheek with a shaking hand. "Ah, my sweet boy. You will have such a good life. You will be safe. You will be loved. You will be happy. Farewell, my dear little Yuan.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Oooh, I'd like to know more about the Ghost WWX project, please!

Ahhh ghost WWX, my beloved! I started writing it thinking I'd post it for Halloween and then that definitely didn't happen haha. I'd like to make it three chapters long if at all possible, though as per usual I might be severely underestimating how much I have to say about it. It's a bit of a combination sort of story - Wei Wuxian is haunting the Cloud Recesses (specifically Lan Wangji, of course), meanwhile Lan Sizhui is extremely sensitive to ghosts and spirits after growing up in the Burial Mounds and so he's the only one who can see and hear Wei Wuxian! Two of my favorite plot devices haha. Here's a snippet of the beginning of chapter 2, where I switch the POV to Lan Wangji!

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When Sizhui was still very young, recovered from his fever and Lan Wangji’s back healed up enough for the boy to come visit him for brief hours some afternoons, Lan Wangji had heard a rumor. Not many things reached him in his cabin in the back hills, as was proper for a man in seclusion whether it was forced upon him or not, but his brother had told him during one of his monthly visits alone. Whispers amongst the aunties and the disciples that the new inner clan boy had eyes that saw too much, that he was unsettling, unnatural. That he spoke to people who were not there, and that he said strange things about the soil or the air or the water.

Sizhui quickly gained a reputation for putting a chill up the spine of those not accustomed to hearing serious and sometimes frankly alarming things coming from the lisping mouth of a 6 year old. It wasn’t long after that that Lan Xichen begged a single concession from Lan Qiren – that Lan Wangji be allowed to raise Sizhui in his seclusion.

The day Sizhui joined him there in his cottage had been the day Lan Wangji had been forced to come to terms with the fact that he was truly doing it – continuing to live in a world without Wei Ying. He is far enough removed from that time now to realize that he did not handle it well.

Despite the fact that he wasn’t truly in a position to raise a young child, raising this particular child had brought him back from the brink of…something. He isn’t really sure what. Departing the world by his own hand? Allowing himself to simply waste away into nothing, a mere shadow haunting his too-perceptive son? He never had to learn, because Sizhui saved him as much as Lan Wangji saved his son.

But the rumors had been true – Sizhui was a strange child, with a deep and solemn air that suited life with Lan Wangji in the mountain frighteningly well. He frequently spoke of things he shouldn’t know, disciples who had returned injured from night hunts, spirits that were lingering outside the boundaries of the wards, and, a few memorable times, spirits who had somehow managed to slip through the wards undetected to wander peacefully around Cloud Recesses before their souls found rest.

Time passed, as inescapable in seclusion as it was in the thick of the comings and goings of the world, and eventually Lan Wangji was permitted to leave the back hill and raise his son in the Jingshi instead. Visitors became more frequent – just Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren, but their regular companionship and guidance helped Lan Wangji begin to reintegrate into the workings of the Sect. They also helped Sizhui to see that not everyone could see and hear the things that he did, and that it was not welcome to say such things that he could say to Lan Wangji without fear of judgment. Children grow and learn to fear being Other, being mocked, being different, and so Sizhui had gradually allowed Lan Wangji to teach him how to keep quiet about his gifts. By the time he joined the rest of his agemates in their classes, everyone had seemingly forgotten about his strange childhood, or at least they were willing to let his sweet smile and easy mannerisms make up for the unease he’d once created.

It’s been many years since Lan Wangji has heard anything from his son in this respect, and he’d assumed that he had grown out of the sensitivity to the unseen as he’d grown and his orthodox cultivation strengthened, purged him of what Lan Wangji is privately, guiltily sure was the influence of Wei Ying’s cultivation and his traumatic childhood, even before but especially within the Burial Mounds.

Now, Sizhui blinks wide, too-dark eyes at the empty space to Lan Wangji’s left and speaks as if in conversation with Wei Ying, and Lan Wangji’s heart seizes in his chest, dangerously close to breaking.

[talimagpiesfictrove]

Ahhh, there's this mdzs fic that I read relatively recently but I can't remember the title or tags orz I don't even remember if I read on ao3 or here on tumblr, I am losing my mind

I remember it being lwj's pov post-wwx's death, witnessing nmj' qi deviation. He feels lost/unsure about how to help and unconsciously calls out for Wei Ying. The , time freezes and suddenly wwx appears - it turns out he didn't die, but instead he ascended. He walks up to nmj, stops his qi deviation, and then when other cultivators are being assholes to him, he reveals that he became the God of Justice.

Someone pls link me if you know which fic I mean!