#wlwangxianweek

[jianqzai]

art for the w|w wangxian week event! femme lan wangji has my whole heart <3

[peerlessbellbird]

For a single breath, nothing is amiss. Wei Ying is close — close enough to touch, to be touched by, to reach out and hold — then the desire takes hold of her. She swims in it, seasick and unnatural, her wanting perverted by forces beyond her control. Forces that betray her. Lan Zhan encounters a supernatural plant twice. Wei Ying witnesses both aftermaths.

For @wlwangxianweek day 3: sex pollen

water and magnolia blossom, made in collaboration with @emdashingly

genderbend, trans woman Lan Zhan

Explicit, 7k

sex pollen, dubcon, hurt/comfort

Read it on AO3 here!

[gentil-minou]

wlw wangxian for @wlwangxianweek

Day 1 - In Over My Head (aka short girl Wei Ying being in over her head with her crush on the tall new girl Lan Zhan)

Wei Ying has sat in the second row from the front of the board since the very first day of school. It was the perfect spot, actually. Right next Mianmian and in front of her brother so maximum annoyance potential. Perfect. Best of all, no one sits in front of her, which is soooo important because no one tells you how awful being the shortest girl in your grade is until you're trying to see over their dumb big heads so she can see what the teacher's writing.

As long as they don't elbow her (though if they do, Wei Ying is much stronger than she looks. She can take them These thighs are all muscle, baby), she's peachy keen. Even when assholes like Wen Chao try to make fun of her, being this short gives her the perfect angle to look down at his crotch, frown, and say, "Wow, I'm so sorry. I think you can get surgery to fix that." Before running away cackling. She's fast, and these lumbering idiots will never catch up to her anyways, hehe.

So Wei Ying is feeling pretty damn good about everything, until the new girl walks into their homeroom.

She's laughing at something Nie Huaisang said and so isn't entirely paying attention until their teacher draws their attention. When she turns around, all she can see is the back of someone very, very tall, with incredibly long hair that goes all the way down their back.

Shiny and silky, the kind she'd seen in hair commercials, with the shower running overhead and soap streaming down a stranger's body…

Wow, Wei Ying must be envious. She's always liked her messy waves, but maybe it's just that she's interested in growing her hair out and straitening it or something.

Anyways, that's not the most important thing here. The most eye-catching thing about this new kid is how incredible tall she is. Like, almost reaching the top of the blackboard, taller than most of the boys tall. Wei Ying's head would probably wouldn't even reach her shoulders.

"So cool…" she whispers, subconsciously. Jiang Cheng elbows her to quiet down and she yelps, "Hey!" which unfortunately draws everyone's attention to her, including the new girl.

And…oh. Wow. New girl isn't just tall. She's so pretty. Model pretty. Pretty pretty.

Wei Ying's struck dumb by the way New Girl fixes an intense gaze on her, peering above wire-rimmed glasses with eyes honey-brown and lashes long enough the must brush against her glasses all the time. She's staring at her, well, glaring at her more like, but wow, Wei Ying doesn't mind at all.

She gulps as her eyes trails down the side of New Girl's perfectly sloped nose, down to thick plump lips that are pursed in a frown and just…ah, her throat feels parched.

Wei Ying has never cared much about other people's bodies before. She's touched herself, of course, but she hasn't had more than a peripheral interest in others. Her breasts are small and she's perfectly fine with them. The rest of her female friends are a bit larger than her, but it's never been much of big deal for her. She changes in front of them all the time and there's never been even the smallest hint of anything more untoward.

Now, she can't look away. She doesn't think she wants to.

New Girl's breasts are…incredible. Wow. She buttons her shirt all the way to the top, but she must have the wrong size or something because one of the buttons is stretched a bit and Wei Ying can just barely make out the lace edge of her—

Mianmian clears her throat beside her.

Oh. Wei Ying was staring. With her mouth wide open in an o. And standing up over the desk to lean forwards on the palm of her hands.

Oh.

Wei Ying drags her gaze back up to New Girls face and…yup, New Girl's glare is 1000% times worse now. But her ears are also tinged pink, peaking through strands of her long hair.

It's cute…really cute. She's super cute. Yeah.

"Wei Ying?" the teacher asks, "Are you perhaps volunteering to guide Lan Zhan around the school?"

"Huh?" Wei Ying says around her still dry throat, the name echoing in her head. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Wow.

She's a bit speechless still, but Jiang Cheng elbows her again and that seems to do the trick, fixing whatever got dislodged from her brain, and sending her back into high gear.

Yeah, she can totally show New Girl— Lan Zhan, wow, around! She's great at that.

She beams her brightest grin across the classroom, and okay Lan Zhan just frowns more but somehow that just makes her even prettier. "I'd be happy to!"

"Wonderful," their teacher says, amused. "Lan Zhan you may take a seat in front of Wei Ying then and she will give you a tour around the school after class."

Lan Zhan nods and walks over, except it almost seems like she glides over, the ends of her long uniform-issued skirt swishing around her ankles revealing plain white socks and matching shoes. It should be ridiculous but with the way her hair fans out behind her just makes her look ethereal. Wei Ying can almost imagine the sparkles that would follow in her wake.

Lan Zhan stops in front of her new desk and glances at Wei Ying, who smiles back up at her, all friendly and everything so she feels super welcome. Lan Zhan's face doesn't change at all, just gives her an impassive look before she sits down and...

Oh. That's a problem.

She blocks the board…Wei Ying can't see at all.

Normally, Wei Ying wouldn't think twice about telling someone to move their big head…except Lan Zhan doesn't have a big head.

Her head is small and perfect actually, and her hair slides over her shoulder and it's taking everything Wei Ying has in her to not touch it and see just how soft it is….but that's not the point. She can't see, and she's feeling so hot and flustered by it for some reason she doesn't know what to do at all.

Then, almost as if she can read her mind, Lan Zhan glances at her and, seeming to understand, shifts to the side so Wei Ying can see perfectly just around her shoulder.

Wei Ying smiles at her and taps her shoulder to say thank you, earning a static shock that's electrifying and sends sparks down her spine to pool in something low and deep within her.

Lan Zhan nods again, eyes cast and demure, and turns back to the board.

It's worked. Wei Ying can see the board again perfectly. So even if the new girl is kinda mean-looking, she's kind. The realization makes Wei Ying's heart flutter and her cheeks turn an embarassing pink. She tucks her chin into her hands, palms at her cheeks hoping her cool skin can relieve some of the heat.

But there's a new problem now. With the way Lan Zhan is sitting now, towards the side and angled a bit as she jots down notes with perfect penmanship, Wei Ying can study her profile. An unobstructed view.

It's very distracting, she can't focus on anything the teacher is saying, at all.

A very pretty distraction. Oh dear.

TBC

(threadfic here)

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

@wlwangxianweek day 2: emperor's smile | royalty au

I didn't end up having enough time to write full one shots for the ideas I had, so here's a snip instead. I would love to write something full length for it someday soon tho!!

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Wei Wuxian isn't supposed to notice things about Lan Zhan.

It's not her place to look upon an Imperial Princess and have opinions. But if she were to have opinions, they should be about how strong Lan Zhan is, how intelligent she is, how her bloodline has clearly been blessed with beauty. Or how Lan Zhan is an accomplished sword fighter, or how precise her calligraphy is, or how she's perfect in every way.

Wei Wuxian really isn't supposed to think about how cute Lan Zhan is. Princesses aren't supposed to be cute! They're supposed to be beautiful!

Lan Zhan is, of course, utterly captivating. Wei Wuxian often finds herself having to close her mouth and hide her blush after staring at Lan Zhan for too long.

But tonight, it's undeniable.

Lan Zhan had only a single cup of Emperor's Smile, telling Wei Wuxian the whole time that since Wei Wuxian likes it so much, it must be good. Wei Wuxian has no interest in telling Lan Zhan no, so of course she gave her the cup, and then panicked when Lan Zhan immediately passed out.

She's really lucky that they were already in Lan Zhan's rooms, or else she might've had to drag the princess through the halls of the palace. In the end, Wei Wuxian only had to pull her up onto her bed, presumptuously tucking her in.

Wei Wuxian is her guard, not her maid. She really shouldn't be touching Lan Zhan like that at all, not unless her life is in danger and somehow caressing her thick arms over her robes will save her.

Wei Wuxian kneels beside the bed, staring at Lan Zhan's sleeping face. Maybe there is danger here—her heart feels like it may explode any minute. She's being allowed so many things no one else in the palace, no one else in the whole country, is allowed.

Calling Lan Zhan by her personal name, sparring with her on a daily basis, being welcomed in her bedchambers, seeing this vulnerable side of her….

Wei Wuxian bows her head until her forehead rests on the thin mattress. Lan Zhan's sandalwood scent surrounds her and makes her fingers ache with the urge to touch, to do something.

Yes, she thinks, trying not to entertain any of the ideas going through her head. Definitely dangerous.

[wlwangxianweek]

wlwangxianweek 2023 Day One: In Over My Head

demonic cultivation | overstimulation | fake dating

A prompt fest to celebrate wlw wangxian of all flavors. All are welcome in this open prompt fest from October 9 - 16! Link to our posting guidelines in our carrd.

carrd | twitter | ao3 collection | 2022 entries

[esbielle]

For @wlwangxianweek day 3.

Podfic of Out of your system written by mimilamp.

Rating: E

Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.

[lotuslate]

@wlwangxianweek

Day 5: Domestic Bliss / est. relationship; they went on an amusement park date 🥰

[microcomets]

an inch away from more (than just friends)

wlw wangxian | rated E | for @wlwangxianweek!

Word Count: 15k Summary: “What do you think about,” Wei Ying said aloud, before she could stop herself, before she could even think twice about the repercussions. “When you.” She finally found Lan Zhan’s eyes, molten in the low light, and swallowed in a tiny, audible gulp. “You know.”

On Wei Ying, Lan Zhan’s gaze didn’t waver even a fraction.

“Giving head,” she said.

Wei Ying was certain she’d misheard. “Getting head?”

“No,” said Lan Zhan.

—

After a surprise party gone awry, Wei Ying surprises herself.

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[phneltwrites]

@smyx prompted me to do ao3 wrapped!

Works Published: 21

Total Word Count: 185,859 which is slightly inaccurate because it's eating the fic i wrote for yuletide 2021 but maybe it evens out cause it doesn't count this year's yuletide or the 25k of toddblack that's still going

Most Popular by Kudos: the earthquake in the room (aka toast fic), (wangxian, mdzs, modern Alternate Universe - Canada, 39k)

Most Hits: same

Longest: toast fic came for me

Shortest: No one else can take me there, (Pat/Pran, Bad Buddy, semi-public sex, 1k)

Fic that made me cry: I cried for 3 hours reading this rule 63 Tim Drake batfamily fic which i recommend if you want to get picked up and shaken til the water falls out. The Ruination of Responsibility

Fic that made me smile: my BEAUTIFUL YULETIDE PRESENTS but particularly long line of silver rain which is the most perfect 3 will be free fic ever written and anyone who has seen that show should read it. Ideal sequel.

Events participated in: I do a lot of events, I think the only things I wrote last year that weren't gifts for someone were two of the rpf.

A standout was co-running wlwangxianweek with occultings, daltoneering, and dulosis and that was so much fun! uwu pussyfy etc etc

Most Underrated Fic: idk if fic can be underrated, it's just, you know, rated but I think my offgun brojobs fic might be the best thing I've written so far. It did what I wanted it to do and I feel like the pov is clear. Our Hands Speak For Us (OffGun, rpf, 12k)

Coming in 2023:

the ToddBlack post-canon fic that continues to slouch towards Bethlehem

BBCPVV AU co-written w Lirelyn

some secrets for exchange purposes

wretched TayGun

tagging @microcomets happy new year bb!

[incognitoyee]

I'm late but here's my contribution to wlw wangxian week!

[martybaker]

Finished an old wip for @wlwangxianweek 😌

[gusu-emilu]

long winter, dance with me

Rating: T | Wordcount: 2.3k

Lesbian Lan Wangji / Wei Wuxian

Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Kissing, Cuddling, Angst, canon-typical bad headspace for burial mounds WWX

Written for WLW Wangxian Week @wlwangxianweek

“Lan Zhan, wait.”

A hand wraps around Lan Wangji’s wrist as she moves to stand up.

She looks at Wei Ying questioningly, heart thumping as Wei Ying’s grip tightens and drowsiness clouds her mind.

Or: Lan Wangji visits the Burial Mounds a second time.

Lan Wangji had been born with the tendency to dwell.

She dwelled on teachings until she understood them. Dwelled on guqin melodies until the patterns of plucked strings became part of her fingers. Dwelled on meditations until she grew cooler, calmer, quieter.

When her mother was still alive, she had dwelled along the pathways leading to her house. Aside from each month’s visit, Lan Wangji was forbidden from entering the courtyard of the Gentian House, but the footpaths outside her mother’s secluded area were not restricted. She would walk along them from time to time, wondering if her mother could sense her presence from such a distance.

And when her mother died, Lan Wangji had knelt outside the door of the Gentian House—dwelling, always stubbornly dwelling—until Shufu carried her away and the snowflakes on her eyelashes melted to mix with her tears.

She had dwelled on the image of her mother’s loving smile until the memory, too, melted away like so many Gusu winters.

* * *

Since meeting Wei Ying in Yiling, the day has replayed in Lan Wangji’s mind endlessly.

The way Wei Ying’s face fell when she realized she could not attend her shijie’s wedding. The panic as Wei Ying’s talisman burned up and she hurried to the Burial Mounds. The restoration of Wen Ning’s consciousness, the heavy stench of blood and resentful energy in the cave, the child that clung to Lan Wangji’s leg.

Just as Lan Wangji’s mind is drawn back to that day, so is the rest of her. She cannot set foot in the town of Yiling lest the villagers recognize her and spread word of her arrival, so instead she visits the outskirts of Yiling, investigating rumors of yaoguai—a reasonable excuse, for there is no shortage of strange occurrences in the lands flanking the Burial Mounds.

But Lan Wangji knows why she is here, silently roaming these dark forests.

Dwelling.

Stubbornly dwelling.

She cannot give up on Wei Ying, even if it means the only thing left for her to do is linger.

This is all she expects to achieve, until Wen Ning approaches her from the depths of the forest.

Wen Ning keeps his distance, as if trying to shield himself in the shade of mangled gray trees. By the wariness in his eyes, he surely had not expected to run into her. He gives a small, timid bow.

A rote nod is all Lan Wangji can muster in return. Her insides swirl like a harsh winter wind, a mix of fear and surprise as she pushes down question after question about the Wen Remnants and Wei Ying. She looks at Wen Ning expectantly, wondering how much of the turmoil inside her is visible to him.

“Han…Hanguang-jun,” Wen Ning says.

Lan Wangji’s shoulders stiffen as she waits for whatever Wen Ning has to say next. Will wait hours, days, months, if only to hear news of Wei Ying.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Wen Ning continues.

Lan Wangji averts her gaze. “I am here.”

And somehow, within a few breaths Wen Ning is escorting her up the dark twisting path to the Burial Mounds.

* * *

“Lan Zhan!” A clattering sound as Wei Ying drops a strange metallic device on the cave floor and jumps to her feet, wearing a startled smile that seems equal parts genuine and forced.

Lan Wangji stands in the mouth of the cave, unwilling to enter without an invitation.

Wei Ying strides up to her, weariness in her steps tempering what was once a proud swagger. The passage of several hard months, combined with the sickly yellow candlelight, has made her look hollower than ever. It’s unsettling to think of how much demonic power rests under her gaunt figure, if she chose to use it.

“How nice of you to visit me!” Although Wei Ying’s voice is light and jovial, there’s sourness in her words, faint acidity cutting through the musty air. “What gossip did you come to tell me about today? Is Jiang Cheng getting married this time? I wouldn’t believe it if you told me, but I would have to go warn the bride anyway.”

An ache coils in Lan Wangji’s chest—or perhaps it had always been there and is just now tightening its grip.

“I have not come to deliver news.”

“How inconsiderate! I can’t believe you’d drop by and not bring the latest gossip for me.”

Wei Ying waves her inside, clears the scattered papers and tools from a section of the cave floor, and lounges across a bench-like rock. Lan Wangji stands a few paces away.

At the thickness of resentful energy, the sight of scattered demonic devices, and the ominous presence of the bubbling blood pool, tension spreads through Lan Wangji’s body like a string pulled taut from head to toe.

How much time does Wei Ying spend in this cave? What is it doing to her—to her golden core, her health, her mind?

It takes all Lan Wangji’s strength of will to not bring up Cleansing again. Wei Ying has always responded to the offer by pushing her away, and the last thing she wants to do is alienate Wei Ying within the first few moments of this fortuitous meeting.

It takes even more of Lan Wangji’s strength of will to not grab Wei Ying by the hand and take her away from this cursed place.

Wei Ying's devotion to protecting the Wen Remnants is noble, but to follow this path until there is no return...

“Well?” Wei Ying chimes, propping her chin on her hand. “Is my shidi getting married or not?”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says helplessly.

“I guess that’s a ‘no.’ Can’t say I’m surprised.” A wry grin spreads across Wei Ying’s face. “No…don’t tell me…You’re the one getting married?”

Lan Wangji doesn’t even know how to respond to that, as Wei Ying’s empty laughter echoes through the cave and frustration batters the inside of Lan Wangji’s chest, as if her heart is banging against the walls of her ribcage.

“I have come here for you,” Lan Wangji says, voice strained.

“If you want to play Cleansing for me, you’ll have to do that from Cloud Recesses. Who knows, it might still work across a couple thousand li. And if you want to try to turn me in, well.” Wei Ying’s smile stiffens into a cold sneer. “That might be fun.”

Lan Wangji wishes she hadn’t stored Bichen in her qiankun sleeve, just so she could have something to grip as tight as possible.

The last time they met, Wei Ying had not been this flippant. The Wen Remnants’ situation and Wei Ying’s temperament must have gotten worse these past few months. Lan Wangji had known this would happen—that it had been happening since the Sunshot Campaign—but to see it is like running her finger along the blade of a knife.

She feels like she doesn’t know how to communicate with Wei Ying anymore.

Maybe she never did.

Lan Wangji considers taking a step forward, but ultimately she just says, “I will not force you to do anything.”

“So thoughtful, Lan Zhan.”

For a few moments, the only sounds are the bubbling of the blood pool and the distant laments of ghosts, chilling whispers on the night breeze.

“If you wish for me to leave…” Lan Wangji draws in a shaky breath. “I will.”

Wei Ying’s eyes soften, then she quickly looks away, staring down at the cave floor with a strange intensity. When she looks up again, she’s frowning, and Lan Wangji wonders if Wei Ying really will tell her to leave.

But Wei Ying sits up and slides down to the edge of the stone bench, brushing off the free space beside her. “I’m being a terrible host, aren’t I?”

Lan Wangji just stares, not wanting to confirm or deny that statement.

“You can sit, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Ying seems calmer now but more physically guarded, hugging her knees into her chest as if she wants to hide half of her body. Feeling unsteady, Lan Wangji sits next to her. The bench is small enough that their shoulders nearly touch, but neither of them allows that to happen.

They sit in silence so long that Lan Wangji wonders if Wei Ying had made an unspoken—and highly unlikely—request to start a meditation session. It feels like they are suspended in the air and one movement will send them tumbling to the ground.

Eventually, Wei Ying gets up to grab some odd-looking demonic device and, with a cautious glance to check if Lan Wangji protests, returns to fiddle with it.

Lan Wangji wants to protest, wants to unfetter Wei Ying from the grasp of demonic cultivation, wants to gently slip the bottle of poison out from between her fingers, but right now Wei Ying has asked Lan Wangji to sit with her, so she will.

Several times, Wei Ying seems about to speak, only to cut herself off and focus on the device again.

Lan Wangji has always liked the quiet. But not this kind of quiet, with Wei Ying silencing herself and the haunting chatter of the Burial Mounds surrounding them.

She stays up past hai hour for the first time since the war.

* * * 

“Lan Zhan, wait.”

A hand wraps around Lan Wangji’s wrist as she moves to stand up. She looks at Wei Ying questioningly, heart thumping as Wei Ying’s grip tightens and drowsiness clouds her mind.

The small smile Wei Ying gives is enough for the tension inside Lan Wangji to unravel slightly.

“Thank you for visiting,” she says.

Lan Wangji doesn’t think Wei Ying has anything to thank her for, but she welcomes the sound of her voice after expecting to leave without hearing it again.

Wei Ying does not let go of her wrist, so Lan Wangji stays seated next to her, relieved for a reason to stay longer.

A disproportionate amount of her attention focuses on the slender fingers around her wrist.

At one time, she had wished that Wei Ying would stop grabbing her and dragging her around, if only because she didn’t understand why she felt so captivated by the improper gesture. The absence of that touch made her feel even emptier when Wei Ying came back different and suddenly didn’t want Lan Wangji following her anywhere.

Maybe because she’s too tired to think straight, maybe because she’s been scraped raw by how long the silence stretched on, but—

She covers Wei Ying’s hand with her own, offering comfort in an unfamiliar language, goosebumps raising across the back of her neck at the coldness of Wei Ying’s hand and how close their bodies are.

Wei Ying looks down at their hands, lips parting in surprise. She draws in a breath, and Lan Wangji can nearly feel the miniscule shift in the air between them.

“You can’t come back here again,” Wei Ying says, voice low. She chuckles. “I don’t know why you’d want to, since this was probably the most boring day of your life, but—”

“Your company is not frivolous to me.”

Wei Ying’s eyes widen. “I…”

Wei Ying bites her lip, then shifts closer and suddenly Lan Wangji’s hand is enclosed by both of hers. Wei Ying turns her face away, as if she is speaking to the talisman-covered wall instead of Lan Wangji. “I’m serious about you not coming back here again. It’s too suspicious.”

Lan Wangji’s stomach twists, all the hurt inside her being squeezed out like droplets of water from a wrung-out towel. “I do not care.”

“You have your clan to worry about. Stay away from here.”

You may ask to never see me again, says a voice inside Lan Wangji, soft like distant rain. But you cannot ask me to give up on you.

“Did you hear me, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying meets her eyes. Her brow is furrowed, but there is warmth in her gaze. “You said yourself that if I want you to leave, you will.”

“That is what you wish?”

Wei Ying strokes the side of Lan Wangji’s face with the backs of her fingers, and Lan Wangji shivers at the touch.

“No…” Wei Ying exhales a shaky breath. “Not yet.”

Lan Wangji’s gaze wanders from Wei Ying’s lips, down her sharp jawline, to the patch of her throat left exposed by her collar. An odd warmth stirs up inside Lan Wangji, mingling with her drowsiness to create a dreamlike feeling of floating.

Wei Ying leans forward, trembling slightly, and Lan Wangji’s hands find her waist, pulling her in.

They kiss, slowly, lips gliding against each other cautiously, until Wei Ying draws away and Lan Wangji is left with her wetness on her lips.

“Lan Zhan—”

She smells of smoke and earth. Lan Wangji buries her face in the side of Wei Ying’s neck, sucking at the soft skin, drowning in the sensation, overcome with disbelieving reverence. She follows Wei Ying’s waist with her hands as Wei Ying climbs into her lap.

Wei Ying’s breath hitches when Lan Wangji slides her hands down to rest on her thighs, and their lips meet again.

Wei Ying kisses with an ambient passion rather than a focused passion, as if her mind is not really here. But every so often she bites down on Lan Wangji’s lip, or cups Lan Wangji’s breasts beneath her palms, or shudders with pleasure, and Lan Wangji is startled out of wondering where Wei Ying truly is.

They eventually end up on the floor, wrapped around each other tightly, as if they never plan to untangle.

Wei Ying’s body feels fragile in her arms. She wants to hold her close forever, envelop her completely, shield Wei Ying from the blade she holds up to her own throat.

Slowly, Lan Wangji drifts off to place between sleep and waking.

Come back with me, the voice inside her whispers, drumming on the back of her mind like rain. Leave this life…

But she knows that Wei Ying will not leave so easily.

And Lan Wangji…

She had been born with the tendency to dwell…

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[gentil-minou]

WlW Wangxian Week Day 5 - Domestic Bliss @wlwangxianweek

Established Relationship | Happy National No Bra Day <3

cw for some dysphoric thoughts about having large breasts

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Lan Zhan slips one of her girlfriend's softest oversized band shirts over her head. It hangs over the curve of her bare breasts and loosely drapes over the rest of her slender form.

Her eyes catch on her drooping breasts as they sag over her waist. It's habit at this point to stare, even though she knows she shouldn't.

She makes a conscious move to drag her eyes away to finish drying her hair and settle in for the evening. Her nipples brushes uncomfortably against the edge of the sink as she leans over. She flinches the slightest bit, contorting her spine into a concave shape so she can finish her routine without the unwanted friction.

She really should be used to the annoyances that come with having large breasts, but...

She's aware her relationship with her breasts is… complicated.

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.

(threadfic here)

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modern cultivation for day 2 of @wlwangxianweek! sometimes you don't want to deal with parking so you fly your sword over to the nearest shops to do groceries this week

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