#Happy birthday Lan Wangji

[hellogusu-girl]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAN ZHAN!! 🎉💙 You are the bestest friend, husband, lover, dad and cultivator in the whole world! I love you so much from your Wei Ying X ❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉

[zcarbonart]

happy birthday lan zhan!!! 🩵🐇

[kazzaheartsmxtx]

HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY WANGJI 💙🩵🤍🐇

alll credit to rightful owners of pictures

[sinfulpatata]

happy belated bday LWJ!

someone save this man from the twinks..

+ closeups:

+ the most superior version of wwx...

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Happy Birthday, Lan WangJi!

Just a little painting to celebrate my favorite cultivator’s birthday. 🩵

[wisedawn13]

#lanuary2025 day 23: Lan Wangji's Birthday

Lan Zhan had never been one to celebrate his birthday. The idea of multiple people having their attention focused on him for a day makes his skin crawl. Don't even get him started on the whole 'singing Happy Birthday' thing.

So, suffice it to say, Lan Zhan has managed to avoid having birthday parties for the vast majority of his life. He takes time to himself and goes to a museum or aquarium or concert hall. Blessedly alone.

His brother, thankfully, respects his wishes to be alone on his birthday.

Then, Lan Zhan met Wei Ying and he knew things were bound to change. Wei Ying is a force of nature, all things beautiful and terrifying. He knew he was done for early on and resigned himself to that fact. Whatever way their relationship goes, he knows Wei Ying is here to stay.

Wei Ying is lounging on his bed one day, head hanging off the edge, ponytail brushing the ground, when he suddenly sits up and stares at Lan Zhan with a burning intensity.

"Lan Zhan," he begins, his tone making Lan Zhan shift in his desk chair. "How long have we been friends?"

"Almost two years," he supplies, uncertain.

Wei Ying nods. "That's what I thought. And I'm your best friend, correct?"

Lan Zhan blinks. "Yes, Wei Ying."

"Good. You're mine too, by the way," he adds quickly. "But seeing as we're best friends, we ought to know each other."

"We know each other, Wei Ying."

"Ah! But do we? I just realized I have no idea when your birthday is! Almost two years we've been friends and we never celebrated it once? Are you a monster pretending to be Lan Zhan and therefore have no need for these silly human conventions?"

Lan Zhan huffs a quiet laugh at that. "Perchance."

"You can't just say perchance," Wei Ying replies automatically. "And don't distract me with internet references I taught you! Why don't I know your birthday?"

"You never asked, I suppose?" He cringes at how that sounds.

Wei Ying pouts. "So, does that make me a bad friend?"

"No!"

"Hm... Well, I'm asking now then. When's your birthday?"

Something uncomfortable squirms within him at the prospect of telling Wei Ying. Wei Ying is loud and bright and loves parties. It's dangerous.

"January 23."

Wei Ying gasps. "That's in three days!"

Lan Zhan nods.

"Well, I'm going to sincerely hope that you don't have any sort of party planned otherwise I will be very hurt that I wasn't invited," Wei Ying responds, tone light but Lan Zhan hears an undercurrent of hurt.

Lan Zhan's eyes widen ever so slightly in alarm. "Wei Ying, no. Of course not. I... I do not like to celebrate my birthday, the attention is overwhelming."

He watches as Wei Ying settles at that. "Good. Okay. That makes sense. I mean, I kinda figured but, well... You know."

"Mn," Lan Zhan agrees.

"So. Um. You can say no, that's totally fine, but did you uh... Maybe want to do something? With me? Doesn't have to be on the day, but like... Something a little special to celebrate you, just a little. Because I mean, you're special and I would like—"

"Okay," Lan Zhan interrupts. "What did you have in mind?"

"You—oh! Really? Okay, well I mean, I heard there's a new exhibit on musical instruments at the museum going on. So we could check that out and then maybe we could go get dinner somewhere?"

Lan Zhan's chest blooms with warmth at Wei Ying's thoughtfulness. He shouldn't have worried, he knows and trusts Wei Ying. Lan Zhan feels a small smile pull at his lips. "See, you do know me."

Wei Ying blushes, wide-eyed. "Uh, so is that a yes, or...?"

"Yes," Lan Zhan replies.

He's graced with the sight of Wei Ying's full smile, warm and bright.

Perhaps celebrating his birthday with someone else won't be so bad.

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[ninjakk]

It's that time of year again when I shamelessly promote the Lan Wangji birthday fic I wrote last year 😂

There's even a tasty recipe for anyone who wants to try their hand at making the cake mentioned in the fic as well. It's a recipe I've used for years and it's never failed to be a huge hit with anyone who has a slice!

Maybe one year I'll finally get around to writing the hornily requested second chapter, where we get to see what Wangxian actually get up to with the excess cream from Lan Wangji's homemade birthday cake 👀🤭

Anyway! Enjoy 🍰

[dualemblems]

Happy Birthday Lan Wangji😍May your birthday be full of joy with your husband 💙

[retronation]

Happy Birthday Lan Wangji! I watched The Untamed at a time in my life when I really needed something to hold onto, and I am grateful for that everyday.

Now I have to go to work and pretend to be a functional, business minded adult. Just know that inside, I am celebrating a fictional character's birthday.

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Never don’t reblog Hanguang-Jun reading thirst tweets

Hanguang-Jun Reads Thirst Tweets

[cloudpalettes]

[dangocheeked]

2023.10.31 ☆ happy birthday, wei wuxian!

[shuang-hua]

birthday boy daily activities 💙

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Four little illustrations of Lan Wangji, in a cuter "chibi"-type style, doing various activities as follows:

A handstand, with the ends of his forehead ribbon held in his mouth.

Playing guqin, with a calm, content expression.

Submerged in water, blowing bubbles, with slightly pink ears.

Flopped on his back, blushing, with the portrait Wei Wuxian drew of him clutched to his chest.

Watercolour on paper.

[hualianschild]

happy birthday to my fav halloween baby my beloved troublemaker and chaotic twink, thank you for being one of the first characters that made me cry a river cuz of their stories, lots of hugs from me and wangji and ofc lots of jars of emperor's smile to you baby boy, happy birthday wei wuxian <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[wisedawn13]

#lanuary2024 Day 23: Lan Wangji's Birthday

Lan Zhan feels raw.

Usually, he has his weekends to decompress to avoid spiralling into either a meltdown or, worse, burnout. Unfortunately, this past weekend was filled with unmissable family events. Having Wei Ying with him helped.

But it wasn't enough; it merely delayed the inevitable.

He was doing okay getting by until work today. It's his birthday so the office decided to throw him a little party and so many people kept talking to him.

All he wanted was to come home and curl up in his husband's arms.

As Lan Zhan turns the key to their apartment he can feel the onset of a meltdown coming. He's standing on the edge and it won't take much to push him over.

He takes a slow, grounding breath, opens the door, and freezes.

The main lights are off and the apartment is instead lit by soft lamps. It's not too dark that he can't see but it's not harsh. He wants to cry.

He doesn't know how long he stands in the doorway but at some point, Wei Ying comes up and gently guides him in.

Wei Ying wordlessly takes his bag and sets it aside before he works on removing Lan Zhan's outer layers and shoes. Once those are put away, Wei Ying begins to slowly remove Lan Zhan's clothes before silently helping him into his softest loungewear.

It becomes easier to breathe.

Wei Ying meets his gaze with a soft smile. "Do you want a hug?"

Unable to reply, he nods.

Wei Ying wraps his arms around him and squeezes tight. Lan Zhan melts into him. He loves his husband so very much.

Some time later, Wei Ying pulls back to press a kiss to his lips.

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispers, letting his hands run up into Lan Zhan's hair to give his head a massage. Lan Zhan closes his eyes and leans into his touch, tension gradually leaving him with every press and tug of Wei Ying's hands.

By the time Wei Ying pulls his hands back Lan Zhan feels a hundred times better than he did when he entered their home. He lets out a sigh and opens his eyes to see Wei Ying staring at him with so much adoration it takes his breath away.

Unable to form the words, Lan Zhan kisses him and means 'I love you' and 'I adore you' and 'I don't deserve you but I'm so thankful to have you in my life.' He knows Wei Ying understands.

"Here," Wei Ying murmurs. Gently, he places Lan Zhan's noise-cancelling headphones on him.

Wei Ying turns them on and starts playing Lan Zhan's favourite Classical Chinese playlist on low. Lan Zhan hums in pleasure and follows Wei Ying as he gently tugs him over to the dining table. Lan Zhan sits as instructed and watches as Wei Ying serves him his favourite meals.

Lan Zhan is so overwhelmed with love for Wei Ying. He feels his eyes starting to water as Wei Ying puts Lan Zhan's plate down in front of him while pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

Wei Ying sits down and they eat in silence.

Lan Zhan is so thankful for Wei Ying thinking to put his headphones on him. As much as he adores Wei Ying talking over a meal, he knows he wouldn't have been able to handle all the sounds that come from eating. His husband knows him so well, sometimes better than even himself.

And, of course, he knows Wei Ying just as well. It's just wild to think about someone knowing him so deeply and truly as Wei Ying does. If someone told Lan Zhan when he was a teen that he'd be this close to someone (in every sense of the term) he wouldn't have believed them.

He was always so solitary and never certain on how to even attempt to get closer to someone. It was too daunting and confusing.

And then he met Wei Ying.

Wei Ying came crashing into his life in a swirl of light and laughter and joy and Lan Zhan cracked open.

Wei Ying always made an effort to reach out to Lan Zhan (even in the early days when Lan Zhan was too scared and overwhelmed by the enigma that is Wei Ying) and slowly, Lan Zhan began to understand what it meant to be wanted and treasured. Wei Ying enjoyed his company.

Over time, Lan Zhan grew more comfortable around Wei Ying. He began to feel settled when he was with him. Wei Ying became his safe space. Lan Zhan grew comfortable with all kinds of physical touch and making eye contact with him and Wei Ying always respected his boundaries.

It was inevitable that they would fall into each other, really. Neither of them knew it at the start, but others saw it (they heard the speeches at their wedding). Their love was something so real and natural that it only made sense. He can't imagine his life without Wei Ying.

After they finish eating, Wei Ying takes Lan Zhan's plate away before he has the chance to try to clean it himself and then he leads him into the livingroom where his yoga mat is set up with a pillow. Wei Ying gestures to it with a raised eyebrow in question.

Lan Zhan feels like his heart is too big for his chest. He nods and Wei Ying smiles softly. Lan Zhan watches Wei Ying wander off to grab the weighted blanket and then he lays down on his stomach on the mat. Wei Ying places the weighted blanket folded on his upper back.

He feels himself finally relax, the weight condensed enough to quite literally squeeze the tension out of him. There are so few ways that Lan Zhan can ever truly relax (especially his back) and this is one of them. The only other option is to have his back against Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh.

He drifts.

An indeterminate amount of time later, he finally feels human again. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling the way his ribs expand and contract, and then pushes up, letting the blanket fall to the side.

He sits back on his heels and removes the headphones.

"Feeling better?" Wei Ying asks.

Lan Zhan turns to find him curled up on the couch, book in hand, a soft expression on his face.

"Mn. Much better," Lan Zhan replies.

"I'm glad." Wei Ying pats the couch beside him.

With a smile, Lan Zhan makes his way over and sits beside Wei Ying. They fold into each other, cuddling up close. "Thank you, my love."

Wei Ying sighs happily. "Anything for you, Lan Zhan. It's the least I could do, especially on your birthday!"

Lan Zhan hums and kisses him.

"So, Birthday Boy, shall we watch a few more episodes of your comfort show while we eat cake and cuddle?"

Lan Zhan hugs Wei Ying a little tighter. "That sounds perfect."

And so they do just that. Wei Ying ends up feeding them both while they watch the show.

It's truly the best, most perfect birthday he could have ever asked for.

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