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The Intervention (Tickletober Day 11)

Kanene's notes: .....this was NOT supposed to be this long, really kjhgfdfghjkjhgf. Anyway, writing this made me realize how Wei Wuxian would THRIVE with "That's what she said" and "This would be the title of your porn movie". Is that relevant to the story? No, I just thought it while writing kjhgfghjik. I haven't written from day 4 to the last one so idk how the updating will be iuytgthyujuhyg let's see!

Day 11 - "Hug" (Tickletober) and "Favorite Character" (form MXTXtober)

Warnings: Some dirty jokes, comfort and lots of tickles. Ticklish!Jiang Cheng and Ler!Lan Wangji&Ler!Wei Wuxian. Around 5.000 words.

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There was a sound of a door opening and in a blink he was standing, there was white and arms that suddenly embraced him. Before he could summon his sword, Zidian already sparking, the scent of sandalwood hit him.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" Jiang Cheng barked, heart still on his throat from the scare, even if his muscles kept trying to relax. “Fuck, Wangji, has knocking suddenly become a foreign concept for you?”

Looking up, golden eyes stared amusedly at him, making his face contort into a frown as he tried to pry himself from the embrace. Unsurprising, he was completely unsuccessful. Damn Lans and their stupid arm strength. "Let me go in this instant. "

Lan Wangji’s face explained him nothing and his arms simply pulled him even further on his chest, a small tilt of the corner of his mouth showing his smugness. "Hugging Wanyin." He ignored completely the other part of his sentence.

"Hugging, my ass!" Quick as lightning there was a pinch in that exact place, making Jiang Cheng yelp and twitch further on the hug. This fucker. Because he wasn’t above retaliation, Jiang Cheng pinched his side, watching with a grin his eyes widen the slight bit before narrowing in his direction. He raised his chin at the challenge. "What is this?"

Lan Wangji didn't answer, but his gaze traveled to somewhere behind him, right as the soft sound of a door being closed quietly stretched in the air. Jiang Wanyin froze.

This was a trap.

Before he could start to trash once more in the hold, another pair of arms encircled him from behind, warmth involving him from every angle and part, making his breath stutter for a moment. He suppressed a shiver and shoved the strong feeling of wanting to melt completely on the embrace even harder down in his chest.

"This is an intervention!" Wei Wuxian shouted way too excited and way too close to his ear. All the questions about Lan Wangji's strange behavior disappeared. Of course Wei Wuxian would be the one responsible for that.

"This is an attack." Jiang Wanyin replied and tried to headbutt the one behind him, who simply snickered in delight and dodged, never letting go of him. Jiang Cheng refused to feel happy about that. "What the fuck are you intervening for? Is Yunmeng's hospitality not good enough for you two?"

"It's more about Yunmeng's leader not showing his hospitality enough." Wei Wuxian twists his head just enough that his pout is visible. "Leaving his two favorite people in the world cold and lonely, abandoned, even! Every single morning without fail or a whisper of mercy. Such a cold heart and demeanor."

"What? Wangji wakes up earlier than both of us! Go trap him!"

"My Lan Zhan would never leave me cold and unattended in the morning." Wei Wuxian sniffed dramaticall. If he was not too preoccupied with securing, caham, I mean, hugging Jiang Cheng, he probably would be gesturing all around the place. "He stays with me for sichens until I wake up too." He sent those golden eyes a loving sigh and adoring gaze above the Wanyin’s shoulder. 

Jiang Cheng groaned in disgust and scoffed. "Your 'Lan Zhan' is a softie who bends down to you every whim."

Wei Wuxian snickered and Jiang Cheng’s mind immediately caught up with the dirty joke before he even opened his mouth. Quickly, he freed an arm and put on his mouth and continued before the other could go. "Besides, I have obligations and chores to attend to. Contrary to my esteemed guests,” only he could say this title with so much sarcasm and still so little heat, “I don't have the luxury to spend hours with nothing to do."

"Only because Wanyin is stubborn." Lan Wangji's face was close, openly staring at him like he could read every corner of his soul. Once, years ago, Wei Wuxian had said that Lan Zhan could look at you like he had all the time in the world to keep doing so and Jiang Wanyin had scoffed at it. Suddenly, he knew exactly what Wei Wuxian meant. "Were he to say this to us before, we would have started to help him sooner." The corner of his eyes crinkled the slightest bit. "Now we need an intervention."

“What you need is- GAH! Wei Wuxian!!” Tearing his arm away with a grimace, the one in purple bristled at Wei Wuxian, who laughed delighted. “Don’t lick me, you child! Jin Ling had better manners when he was three!”

Thankfully Wei Wuxian shoved down the other dirty joke, which was the only reason he was going to live another day, really, but the smug stare at knowing Jiang Cheng also thought it was there. Urg. It was horrible to be attuned to his mind.

“Aiya, A-Cheng, stop being so grumpy!” Impossibly, he squeezed even closer, Jiang Cheng could feel goosebumps spreading on the back of his neck where his breath hit him, his every move as hands and arms rested on his torso, right on his ribs.. 

A deranged thought filled his mind, one filled with warm touches, loud laughter, big grins and having nowhere to run from it. A tiny, quick twitch of lips took over him before he bit it back and turned into his usual frown, ignoring fervently Lan Wangji’s attentive gaze following his every move. 

“Aren’t you happy to have such caring people around you, huh?”

“Wanyin’s face shows his delight.” 

Wei Wuxian blurted in laughter at that and Jiang Cheng turned his full scowl into Wangji’s way, who basked uncaringly, absorbed into his husband’s laughter. Shameless. Why was he the one condemned to be locked with them and their horrible flirting?

“Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, why doesn't anyone believe me when I say you’re the funniest person I’ve ever known?”

“It’s a wonder.” Jiang Cheng hissed through his gritted teeth, trying to subtly get away from Wei Wuxian, who seemed to focus his every single word, breathe and snicker on his neck, making him really regret the choice of styling his hair into a topknot, bearing the patch of sensitive skin to the world.

(It was never a problem, before. They knew better than to try… this with him. No one ever got close enough.)

Those golden eyes continued honed on him like fire.

“I am telling you, Jiang Cheng.” It took everything from him to not jump when the other unannouncedly draped himself on his shoulder. Angling his words just right to hit both his neck and his ear, again. Did he know? Was he even realizing what he was doing? Probably not, Wei Wuxian made getting on other’s nerves such an art that he probably could do it naturally, simply by being there. Jiang Cheng straightened his posture, holding himself tight. “You’re losing so much by being here all the time. Lan Zhan’s incredible humor, my winning charisma…”

There was no helping his snort at that.

“Hey!” Wei Wuxian bristled, jolting on his back and Jiang Cheng could feel him smiling beside the protest, his arm moving and oh no, no, no, no.

 His eyes widened.  He was going to do that. It was only natural, an usual part of Wei Wuxian’s affection, full of draping arms and playful pokes of teasing and pushing your buttons at any opportunity. He looked down with wide eyes and there it was, the offending hand going up and up, stopping a few inches from his face, one finger extended and…

And Jiang Cheng couldn’t help it, at the smallest movement, before he realized it was simply wagging at him, he squirmed away a tiny, almost inaudible squeak on his throat.

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed on him and he knew.

“A-Cheng?”

This time he covered his shiver by pushing himself away again, but with more purpose, as if this was his intention all along. “Don’t ‘hey’ me as if you didn’t put us all in this situation yourself! Let go, I have more important things to do.”

“Harsh! We can’t just let you go, yet! First you must listen to all of our extremely compelling and irrefutable arguments, then yield to our points and then we can snatch you away and enjoy your new break together.” As the leader of the sect opened his mouth to complain, Wei Wuxian quickly pulled his strongest, most convincing weapon. “Lan Zhan!”

Fingers pressed on his sides and Jiang Cheng froze. The Lan held no particular expression on his face and his voice out smooth and unbothered as always.

“Wei Ying gets displeased by your absence.” Thankfully, Wei Wuxian’s own squawk of protest drowned his own when those fingers began moving methodically, pressing purposefully on the skin and scratching softly, as if there were small spiders, restless vines crawling from each point of touch to his throat, making it fill with embarrassing giggles. Wangji continues as if he heard nothing. “During his tours of Lotus Pier, there is the constant mention of Wanyin’s name and shared childhood memories. At morning, we ask the servants for permission to join your breakfast and hardly succeed, since Wanyin is already working. When Wei Ying goes for our walks, there are plenty of detours to watch the advanced senior disciples classes taught by their sect leader. At night, Wei Ying trains with both Gusu Lan and YunmengJiang forms, growing in each. Partially unsupervised.” 

At this, he starts to pinch lightly his sides with determination, as if each point fuelled him, making Jiang Cheng take a quick breath and hold it in the fear that if he let the smallest thing go, his entire composure would be in scrambles. His entire body trembles with his force of keeping quiet. Wei Wuxian misinterprets it, of course he does. 

(They are one of the same.)

“Ah, Lan Zhan, there is no need to be so worried. I already trained these forms before so it’s only a matter of getting this new body used to it.” He let out a laugh with no humor and the other two immediately knew what kind of conflicting words would come out. “Besides, I am sure that Jiang Cheng already has so much to do, he doesn’t need to give me extra classes. I am quick to catch up, you’ll see! I will be with a fully formed core in no time!”

Jiang Cheng grabbed one of Wangji’s hands at the same time he stopped with his… musings. Good, they share the same objective then. He closed his eyes, the words from the other finally sinking in his head

“If you wanted classes, you should have said it, not lurk around my disciples like a criminal. That is why they have been so distracted lately, then, I should’ve known it was you.” He huffed, ignoring both of their reactions and pressing before he was interrupted. “After dinner, we’re going to spar and I will see in what class I will put you in.”

“Jiang Cheng, you don’t-”

“Shut it! Do you think that just because you died you can escape your responsibilities as their Da-Shixiong?” He scowled and ignored the fragile gasp behind him. “You better give your everything in these classes and then start to teach them. Unless you’re currently so weak that not even the little kids could learn from you.”

Wangji looked at him in both warning and something warmer. The other turned to the other side, refusing to acknowledge it.

“Okay.” Wei Wuxian sounded happy and small. “You’re not scared that I’ll turn all of them into incorrigible little demons?”

“As if they could become more unruly than they are.”

“A-Cheng! Are you doubting my abilities? I will let you know that in Gusu I-”

“Wei Ying.” Wangji lightly reminded.

“That is right, that's right, Lan Zhan. We are already missing the point of this intervention. Do you want me to share my arguments now?” Wei Wuxian rested on Jiang Cheng’s back, one arm extending to lay on Wangji’s cheek., who dutifully turned around and kissed  it tenderly.

Jiang Cheng batted the arm away. If those two wanted to be affectionate they could very well get out and do it in their rooms, very far away from his general existence. 

The good point of his actions: now there was no more shamelessness in front of him. 

The bad point: Lan Wangji’s entire attention was in him, looking much more focused and determined than normal. He didn’t gulp, because he wouldn’t give the other that satisfaction, but all his senses suddenly came to attention.

“Mm. Later.”

Then he went back to his attack, now ranking his nails from his sides to his belly, right below where Wei Wuxian’s arms crossed, and the knowledge that if his stomach trembled even the slightest bit he would be noticed (and the moment Wei Wuxian noticed it… there was no hope left for him) made the urge to laugh much stronger, obliging him to give up any pretense that he wasn’t being affected to press his mouth firmly closed and let out a tiny, uncontrollable smile.

“Wanyin is pleasant to be around.” He wanted to protest, “pleasant” definitely wasn’t a word that is normally used when talking about him, but Wangji must have noticed something because there was immediately a finger scratching and teasing the skin around his bellybutton, instantly erasing any other thought from his mind. “He is knowledgeable in many of the seven arts and cultivation. He is reliable and a comforting presence in conferences, as we often share the same opinion. All of those points would be increased and improved by Wanyin spending more time with us.”

It was too much, Jiang Cheng could think about hundreds of retorts that question each one of those arguments but his brain could focus in none of them, not when the rhythm of those wiggling fingers changed to a quicker pace, actually poking and scribbling on his belly, making him want to jump out of his skin.

Wei Wuxian was suspicious of his silence. “A-Cheng?” His voice was lower, in the fear that the other was truly upset or overwhelmed and his hand came to rest on his shoulder, brushing on his neck by mistake.

This was what broke the barrier.

Wheezing giggles began to fly in the air and it was so out of place, so surprising that Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but laugh too. 

“What is so funny, A-Cheng? Have you finally come to appreciate the refined humor from my husband?”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, his only free hand lowering and making the one in black and red robes look around him to his husband, who seemed to be… tickling him? His fingers were dancing on his belly, prodding at the most ticklish spots that Wei Wuxian knew by heart and tormenting them with fast scratching and poking in a truly unbearable sensation (said from own personal experience) until they were shaking with tickle laughter. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes twinkled with interest. “What is happening?”

“Convincing.” Lan Zhan answered.

“Torture!” Jiang Cheng replied.

“Aww! Jiang Cheng, I didn’t know you were still ticklish.” Wei Wuxian beamed, snuggled closer, nuzzling the unprotected neck right in front of him and enjoying the way it added squeaks and giggles to the laughter. His hands creeped closer. He clicked his tongue and a positively evil smirk took over his face “Also, if you really think this is torture, then let me remind you a few instances of our childhood.”

“Wei Wuxian!” He tried to fight when a hand gripped his wrist and pulled it upwards. It was for naught, the two of them keeping a strong hold on him, each small touch and tickle making him feel weaker and weaker. Electricity and antecipation fought in his soul, putting his every nerve at attention, making him feel much more ticklish than normal. Wei Wuxian just chuckled which resulted in him giggling in mortification. “Wei Wuxian, don’t you dare!”

A single finger started to circle his unprotected armpit, making his squirms to increase, when the touch came to the center of the spot, it began scraping delicately on the skin. A voice sounded suddenly close to his ear. “Is that a challenge?”

Jiang Cheng wheezed before pressing his ear to his shoulder, a squeal locked in his throat. Still, it didn’t stop the pair of unresting hands from creeping across his sides until they were prodding and spidering on his lower back, so softly, nor the single teasing touch dancing on his pit. Jiang Cheng felt like jumping out of his own skin, like breaking apart, like the only thing holding him still was the grip force he had on his laughter, that loud, crackling one he hadn’t shown no one since he was a teenager. He snorted, huffed and giggled, but held it close, trying to ignore the coaxing touches from the others. 

“Isn’t everything to you?” He bristled with no heat, the giant smile on his face probably wasn’t helping it as well. A double attack on the back of his ribs and nuzzled on the back of his ears made him guffaw, stomping his feet in protest. “S-Stohohop this at once! Whahat are you evehen hoping for.”

“My, I am so glad you asked, A-Cheng!” The finger stilled and disappeared. There were danger signals booming all over his mind as LAn Wangji’s followed the lead and stopped his ministrations as well. 

Quiet. 

“Your laughter.”

A thumb pressed on his armpit and digged and those hands on his ribs drummed, there were raspberries attacking the base of his neck and bodies pressing so close he couldn’t escape and everything else disappeared in a flash with Jiang Cheng’s voice and mind.

Until his control broke and a crackling, squeaky, horribly snorting laughter began leaving his mouth. The tickles only increased then, seeming hunger for each one of his sounds, the fingers on his ribs poked and scratched at every bone, every space between them, not a single inch being left unattended before each one of his weak spot were found so they could rest on them and vibrate, over and over and over again until he was throwing his head back, uncontrollable laughter coming louder, a touch hysterical.

The attack on his armpit, too, hardly felt any more bearable, it drummed and plucked everywhere, with a skill and confidence of someone who had been playing this same instrument for years, who knew that when he changed for drawing circles around the pit with his blunt nails and a light scribbling, squeaks began taking over and if he suddenly changed to a energetic digging in the center of it a loud high pitched squeal would ring in the air again and again, each time he repeated that technique without fail.

Jiang Cheng was lost in laughter, feeling the ticklish sparks take over his every touch, every move, wondering if the years spent without it made him somehow even more vulnerable, wanting to throw them away and pull closer, questioning how could he feel secure when they were playing with his reactions, his expressions. A playful voice refocused his mind.

“Awww, Lan Zhan! Isn’t this cute? I think he got even more ticklish than before. We used to get into all kinds of tickle fights as kids. There isn’t a lot of ‘fight’ right now, though, is there?”

“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!” He tried to pull his arm away from his grip, but he could already feel his strength start to falter. His endurance really used to be better. He would be caught dead and cold before he admitted Wei Wuxin was right, though. “I-IHIHI WILL SHOHOHOW YOU THE FIHIGH-HNK!” Three hands tickled him more at it and Jiang Cheng shrieked in protest, wiggling away from one just to fall further on the other.

“Very sensitive.” Wangji mused, sounding half puzzled and half smug, ranking two fingers across his spine to his shoulderblades, skittering there with no mercy. Jiang Cheng jolted and arched his back, falling onto his chest, not being able to put himself back to a standing position. “Extremely ticklish.”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” He used his free hand to bat at him, only to have it captured as well, another five fingers drumming on his newly unprotected armpit until he was burrowing his face on the other’s neck in an attempt to hide his hysterical crackles. Lan Wangji hummed in appreciation.

“Ohhh, wait, wait, is he weak already?” His hands were free and he jumped when twin firm touches rested on his sides, making him giggle uncontrollably when the tickling had stopped. “Bring him here, Lan Zhan. I want to show you something!”

“Fuck no.” He tried to pry those strong hands away. Unfortunately, his muscles already felt like wet noodles and those snorting snickers leaving his mouth made him want to use them to hide it. Before he knew it, his back was resting on another chest and there was a stupidly fond smirking face above his.

“Hi, A-Cheng!” He only dodged with an amused chuckle when the one in purple tried to push his smug expression away. “Do you remember the rules?”

A sense of dread took over his veins and his smile became more wobbly and there was a yelp in his words “Don’t.”

“So you do remember!” Their eyes were glued to his two hands, who appeared once more and were slowly approaching his torso, only to freeze dutifully at their gaze. “Do not look away or we will attack!” 

Jaing Cheng groaned at the stupid high pitched voice Wei Wuxian did, already feeling his face heat with such childish antics. “Stohop this! What ahahare we? Children?”

“No!” Wei Wuxian continued, ignoring his protests. “We are the Tickle Hands! Cursed to tickle-tickle-tickle every horribly ticklish human that appears in front of us for the rest of eternity. And we found you!” They clawed the air, making Jiang Cheng instinctively suck his belly in. For a second he looked up, to those pairs of attentive, shining gazes focused on him, but a blur of movement made him quickly go back to watching those offending fingers, now barely inches from his skin. A few snickers escaped him at the scare. 

“Almost. That was so close! We can barely wait to get you!” Wei Wuxian faked a sad tune, then a thoughtful one. “But where must we attack first? Those wiggling hips? They just keep squirming and squirming for our attention. Aw, but this nice belly seems so delicious too, I can feel the ticklishness from here!” Like magic, Jiang Cheng could almost feel the touch in each one of those spots and the heat began spreading from his cheeks to his entire face. “My fingers have been itching lately to play with some sensitive ribs, too. And look at this adorable reddening neck! So many choices, so many choices, how could I choose only one of them?”

“Gohoho awahahay, stupid.”

“Gasp! So harsh, so mean! The choice is made then, I will tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle all of them! I will claw at that wiggly tummy of yours, squeeze those ticklish hips, dance on each one of your ribs and then burrow myself in this so, so sensitive neck forever and ever, ChengCheng!”

“No!” Jiang Cheng jolted as a nibble hit his neck and only determination was what kept him from sending a scolding scowl to Wei Wuxian, who chuckled behind him, more than pleased that he was participating in the game. There was so many giggles, so many snickering jumping freely from his smile, so many ghost tickles attacking each one of his spots. “Thihihis ridiculohohohous. Stohohop it.”

“He always complains a lot.” Now in his normal voice, Wei Wuxian loudly whispered to Lan Zhan, who was softly smiling for a while now, his own ears prickling with the teases, even if they weren’t directed at him. His husband was truly merciless. “But have you seen him even trying to push me away this entire time?” The one in black robes preens, then, pleased, using his teaching tone. A pity he couldn’t free one of his hands to pretend to have a goatee, but leaving his Jiang Cheng in stitches was more important. “You can only tease him that much when you tired him before or it will not work! He will start fighting and complaining and probably attempt to make a break from it and then get all grumpy and protesting afterward.”

He will kill Wei Wuxian when he is done here, he really will. Wangji hums seriously, as if he would be taking notes if his hands were not busy holding him up. It was a surprise they haven’t fallen on the ground yet, the only good point is that, so focused on their torso, they wouldn’t think about…

Other places.

As if he could read minds, Wei Wuxian’s face brightened, then was taken over by a mischievous, evil look. His next words made electricity shot through his spine. “There is only one exception for this, a single spot that can distract him instantly and make him agree to anything, but it’s… ah, Lan Zhan, can you lower him to the ground? It’s easier to show than to say, really!”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened and his legs locked into place, eyes quickly darted to the Wei Wuxian’s face, only realizing his mistake when said face opened into a sharp grin and hands clung to his sides, spidering on them and clawing on his belly until his eyes were closed, squeaky laughter spilling from him once more and his legs were back into wet noodles.

“Wei Ying?”

“Don’t worry, Lan Zhan, just this one spot and then we’re done! It’s going to be fun.”

Jiang Cheng clung to those hands as they started to lower him to the ground, kicking at the playful fingers hiking up his ribs and scribbling on that truly awful spot under his chin until his huffs of laughter and snorts were almost successful in distracting him.

“Get his calves.”

“WEI WUXIAN!” Then those hands left his torso and rested on said spot, making him pull up his leg uu and being stopped by a hand holding his ankle still, locking his leg into that half curled, half extended position. With curiosity, Lan Zhan ran a finger from his ankle to the back of his knee, watching with a pleased surprise as he jolted on the same place, shaking his head as Wei Wuxian’s tickling continued to pry a high kind of snickering from him. “Lan Wahahahangji, you’re gohohohonna rehehehegret it!”

Lan Zhan looked at his face, the red in his skin, the smile in his lips, the melodious sound of his laughter. 

He watched as Wei Wuxian beamed at him, the mirth in his eyes, the expecting grin aimed in his direction. There was not even a choice to be made here. 

“It will be worth it.” 

As a squeeze hit his calf, a shriek left his lips, making Wei Wuxian stop his playful touches to better hug and adjust him, nearly being hit him when he quickly went to hide it on his neck, shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter, being pried from his chest in a uncontrollable, loud and unashamed manner. There was squeals adorning it every time those skilled fingers digged his flesh for a moment, only to disappear and attack another place again, squeezing and taunting and skittering. There were squeaks and guffaws when he suddenly decided to scratch at the ticklish skin under his knee and tittering snickers when he began poking the entirety of his calf, exploring every spot, every inch of skin, drumming on his thighs as a chance to let him breath and then going back to torment his weakest spot. Somewhere during this, his shoe was taken off and there were fingers wiggling and teasing under his toes, making him shriek once more and squirm as the cycle repeated over and over again.

When tears began flowing on his face, Lan Wangji stopped, rubbing on the skin and firmly massaging the muscles until there were only a couple stray giggles floating in the room and Jiang Cheng was jelly on his hands. Wei Wuxian fondly cleaned the tear tracks, snickering. “Aiya, Lan Zhan, it was only one spot more. Such a ruthless attack, how will we even tell Xichen-ge that you killed Sect Leader Jiang?”

“Hm. Wei Ying said ‘one more spot’. I didn’t.”

Wei Wuxian gasped at the smart, smug-sounding words. “When did you start acting so rebellious? Is the influence of the Yilling Patriarch truly corrupting the unmoving Second Jade of Gusu Lan?” 

“Not unmoving. Not with Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying squeaked in embarrassment. “Lan Zhan! Such a smooth talker.”

“Go flirt somewhere else.”

“A-Cheng!”

“Wanyin.”

Jiang Cheng finally opened his eyes, the last remain of his hysterical giggles gone. Unfortunately, the tiny grin on his face didn’t want to disappear so willingly. 

He scoffed, at his mushy feelings, at the relaxation of his muscles and the stupidly soft gazes aimed in his direction. His neck and ears burned and for a moment he almost succumbed to the want of hiding it in his hands or Wei Wuxian’s neck, like before, but since those two were the ones to blame about it, then they would have to deal with their consequences. Another pair of hands began, too, massaging his shoulders and his eyes fluttered close, grin growing bigger, face softer. Wangji came closer, took his hands and began softly massaging each one of his fingers, then his pulse, then his arm. 

Golden and gray eyes found themselves above Jiang Cheng’s head and Wei Wuxian’s crinkled. 

‘My favorite part.’ It said. Wangji nodded in agreement. There was something about how freely Jiang Cheng accepted their touch and care, now, pillant, willingly and smiling. Although having him squirming, answering at each one of their tickles, reacting so strongly at their teases, was an extremely good feeling as well.

“Did you like our intervention, A-Cheng?”

“ ‘m never lett’ ‘u hug me, ag’n”

Wei Wuxian snorted and Wangji fluttered his fingers softly on his palm, pulling sleepy, almost nonexistent titters, then massaging the spot dutifully.

Perhaps they should be making more interventions in the future.

[kanene-yaaay]

EVERYONE SUUUUUUSHHHHH IMMEDIATELY AND LOOK! AT! THIS! FIC!!!

Oh my goooooooooosh! I kept reading and re-reading this for days and I still feel so much happiness and excitement every single time I finish it! The domestic scenario is perfect and the entire tickle fight, full of playful teasing, plenty of tickles and a Lan Zhang not even thinking too much before getting into the fun? Absolutely chef kiss!!!!!

Also the part where Lan Yuan is thinking about how much he is loving this moment and Wei comments about how much fun he looks like he is having and Yuan shrieks briefly thinking that he can read minds BAUFSYWCWHWVWG very very good ♡♡

Tickle fights are tickle fights | WangXian + Lan SiZhui

A/N: Watch me writing yet another tickle fic for mdzs as if I didn’t have prompts in my askbox ahhahaha. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: It’s morning in the Little Bamboo Pavilion.

Words: 2,486

“Senior Wei, good morning,” Lan SiZhui says with a warm smile as Wei WuXian enters the kitchen, rubbing one of his eyes and yawning loudly, his clothes falling off one of his shoulders, letting see a path of milky skin and maybe a little red mark that Lan SiZhui avoids to look at all cost.

“Would you like some tea?”

“‘Morning, SiZhui.” He yawns again, sitting messily at the table. “Yes, please. Say, where’s your HanGuang-Jun?”

Lan SiZhui pours the hot tea in two cups, not spilling a single drop out, and places one of them in front of Wei WuXian. “HanGuang-Jun left just a few minutes ago,” he says, sitting at the opposite side of the table and placing the other cup in front of him. “He said he is going to bring breakfast for us.”

“Breakfast?” Lan SiZhui nods. “You have not eaten since five in the morning?”

“Mnn. HanGuang-Jun said that he usually waits for you to eat breakfast, so I told him I would wait too.”

Wei WuXian nods, taking a sip of his tea and burning his tongue. “Lan Zhan is really talkative today, isn’t he?”

Lan SiZhui can’t help but chuckle as he also takes a sip from his own cup. “Well, he did not exactly said all of that, but I assumed that’s what he meant.”

Wei WuXian lets out a bark of laughter, almost dropping the tea from his hands. “And here I thought only ZeWu-Jun could read Lan Zhan that easily, but you can too! Tell me your secrets, SiZhui!”

Lan SiZhui smiles, shaking his head softly. “I am pretty sure, out of ZeWu-Jun and me, you are the only person that can read HanGuang-Jun completely, Senior Wei.”

“Hmm? Can I?”

“Of course, you seem to know what HanGuang-Jun is thinking just looking at his eyes,” he explains, “but since it is something common for you to do, you do not really notice it.” Lan SiZhui gives a small nod, proud of his own words.

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, feels a strange wave of embarrassment fill his insides. He knows SiZhui is a very observant kid, after all, he was raised by Lan WangJi himself, but he never thought he would be one of his subjects of observation.

However, maybe he is right? Back when he was a teen, studying in the Cloud Recesses, he really did wonder how was it possible for Lan XiChen to read someone as emotionless as Lan WangJi, but now, after being together for a while, he really can see how easy it is to read him.

Regardless, he still feels exposed, so, wanting to change subjects, he looks up at Lan SiZhui with a smirk of his own, making the kid tense a bit.

“Hmm,” he mumbles, taking another sip of his tea. “One thing is for sure,” he says, the tone of his voice at the verge of teasing, “you have taken after Lan Zhan a lot, now you are lecturing me and all.”

“I would never, Senior Wei,” Lan SiZhui answers, shaking his head a little.

“And you barely express your feelings, just like HanGuang-Jun,” Wei WuXian continues. “Back then, you were all smiles and giggles, always clinging to my leg and sinking your little teeth on ChenQing!”

Lan SiZhui blushes deeply, clearing his throat and wanting to dig a hole into the wooden floor to hide his head in. “I- I was a kid back then, Senior Wei,” he says through nervous stutters. “I’ve grown up now, and I was educated by HanGuang-Jun, so, it’s only natural that I take after him.” Wei WuXian doesn’t fail to notice that gleam of pride twinkling in Lan SiZhui’s eyes, and he smiles brightly at him.

“I understand,” he says, placing his elbow on the table and placing his chin on the palm of his hand. “However, I do miss giggly A-Yuan,” he chuckles when Lan SiZhui blushes even more.

Continuar lendo

[otomiyaa]

WangxianPatriarch 💕

Masterpost of Tickle Fics (AO3)

Probably not everyone knows this but for a while I was very focused on MDZS and TGCF and ran my sideblog @wangxianpatriarch for posting both tickle and non tickle fics, videos, edits and memes among other things, solely for these fandoms.

Within a short time, the blog got even more 'popular' than my main, proving to me how tickling is still such a niche. Then, I lost my hyperfocus and pretty much dropped it, so it had been pretty inactive already before it got deleted.

The fics can still be found on AO3 but because they are scattered on a separate account that also has a lot of non tickle fics, I will post the list here. Some of them are collabs with @ticklygiggles and might be on Tumblr if she posted them, but most are hehe, well yeah.. gone.

*= rated mature/explicit

Mo Dao Zu Shi:

MDZS | Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Characters: WWX - Wei WuXian | LWJ - Lan WangJi | LXC - Lan XiChen | JC - Jiang Cheng | NMJ - Nie MingJue

1001 Reasons - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Brothers - Lee!LWJ, Ler!LXC

Cornday - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Curiosity - Lee!LWJ, Ler!WWX

Everyday Ch.6* - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Gusu Trick - Lee!JC, Ler!LXC

Hide, Catch - Lee!LSZ, Lers!WangXian

Influence - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Little Rabbit - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Nicely checked up - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Old Times - Switches!WWX, JC

Quarantine - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Remedy - Switches!WangXian

Ritual - Lee!LXC, Ler!NMJ

Tight - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Voodoo - Lee!LWJ, Ler!WWX

Tian Guan Ci Fu:

TGCF | Heaven Official's Blessing

Characters: XL - Xie Lian | HC - Hua Cheng | HuaLian - Hua Cheng and Xie Lian together

Beach - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Butterfly - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Fantasies* - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Feel Good* - Switches!HuaLian

Gestures - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

The Ghost King is a softie - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Mantou - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Painting - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Shifted - Lee!HC, Ler!XL

Statue - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Surprise* - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

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TOURNAMENT BRACKET UPDATE: ROUND ONE START

HOLY SHIT GUYS HERE IS ROUND ONE!

We've seen some incredible twinkfights already, and some shocking winners, and even some discourse (but we're ignoring that). No big sweeps yet, but here we are! SIDE A ROUND ONE and SIDE B ROUND ONE!

Polls begin at 4pm GMT.

Updated rules:

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Propaganda is welcome!

No Spamming or Cheating. That entails immediate disqualification.

No discourse or "wah wah this isn't a twink!". We've already done the preliminary round, and forging on at this point.

Useful links:

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SIDE A ROUND ONE

POLL #1: Fa Ping (Mulan) vs Sauron (The Silmarillion)

(art by @cy-lindric)

POLL #2: Merlin (BBC Merlin) vs Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man)

POLL #3: Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings) vs Lio Fotia (Promare)

POLL #4: Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace) vs Jack Dawson (Titanic)

POLL #5: The Once-ler (The Lorax) vs Tim Drake (DC Comics)

POLL #6: Legolas (Lord of the Rings) vs Wei Wuxian (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

POLL #7: Q (James Bond) vs Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter)

POLL #8: Jaskier (The Witcher) vs Howl Jenkins Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle)

SIDE B ROUND ONE

POLL #9: Link (Legend of Zelda) vs Guillermo de la Cruz (What We Do in the Shadows)

POLL #10: Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove) vs Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

POLL #11: Dream (The Sandman) vs Venti (Genshin Impact)

POLL #12: Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club) vs Julian Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)

POLL #13: Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) vs Billy Kaplan (Marvel)

POLL #14: Tintin (The Adventures of Tintin) vs Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)

POLL #15: James (Pokémon) vs Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

POLL #16: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How to Train Your Dragon) vs Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club)

[peter1001r]

Cidade sem noite.

A cada volume entendemos mais do passado de Wei Wuxian e Lan Wangji e isso é muito interessante de notar. Agora eu consigo ver muitas nuances na personalidade de Lan Wangji. Eu li esse volume da novel e agora quero reler (hahahaha). Na verdade eu quero reler todos antes de ler os próximos (que queria ter agora também kkkk). Aliás, adorei as artes coloridas do início também. E Wen Ning foi uma outra descoberta também, adorei ele e a irmã dele.

[kanene-yaaay]

I was so not ready for the ending! It's so soft and lovely! Wei being such a playful, teasy bean during the entire story, pulling a game of cat and mouse (I almost laughed out loud when he caught Lan Zhang hiding xD) and then just crumbling into the sweetest ever with his husband at the end

Also, Lan Zhang's "Follow me, always" aaaaaaa no one look at meeeee

Look At Me

Summary: All Lan Zhan wanted to do was have a quiet discussion with his brother.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian decided he needed to have other plans.

A/n: This is a birthday fic for my friend @otomiya-tickles! I hope that you have the most loveliest of birthdays and that you get to enjoy it with the ones you love and hold dear! You deserve it, my friend! And I hope that this fic makes you smile with these two and their shenanigans! You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41716518

Word Count: 2990

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“Lan Zhan!  Lan Zhan!  Hey, Lan Zhan!  Lan Zhan won’t you look at me?  Look at me, Lan Zhan!  Lan Wangji!  Lan Wangji, I’m up here!  Look!  Look!”

Lan XiChen covered his mouth to hide a smile, looking over at his little brother and noticing the light blush dusting the normally unflappable man’s cheeks and nose.

“Come now, little brother.  First you deny him coming along on our little outing and now you ignore him completely?” the elder asked, fighting a bigger smile as he was met with a half-hearted glare.

“Yes,” Lan Zhan said flatly as he continued walking, ignoring the increasingly ridiculous shouts he was hearing.

They hadn’t been walking for more than ten minutes outside of the Cloud Recesses when the unmistakable sound of Wei Wuxian had descended upon them.  Lan Zhan thought that he had been very clear in his answer this morning to Wei Wuxian when the man asked if he could go.

“No.”

And then when the man had started to follow him out of the Jingshi he had stopped him and gave him an order.

“Stay.”

Truly, nothing could’ve been misinterpreted from either of those words.  Nothing!  And yet…

“Lan Zhan!  Aren’t you going to yell at me to get down?!”

“Lan Wangji, how heartless!  How cruel!  What if I were to fall?!  What then!?”

“Er-gege pleeeease!  Look at meeeee!”

Lan Zhan paused, eyes closed as he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he tried to ignore both his husband's insanity and his brother attempting to not laugh at his plight.

“If I look at you, you will continue to follow.  You can not do so.”

“If you don’t look at me, I will follow you anyway!” Wei Ying’s voice carried over to him, the hint of mischief it held absolutely palpable.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan warned, taking a deep breath and wondering why his husband had to be this way.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying cooed back from somewhere above them, probably in the trees.

“Lan XiChen,” Lan Wangji’s brother piped in, a light smile on his face, his silly remark making Wei Wuxian’s laughter ring through the clearing and Lan Zhan glower even more.

“Oh come now, little brother.  I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgotten about in the midst of this fun,” he teased, making Lan Wangji narrow his eyes more.

“Fun?”

“Yes, Er-gege!  Look at all the fun we’re having!  Or could be having… if only you would loooooook aaaaaat meeeeee!” Wei Yings voice cried, making the great Hanguang-Jun bow his head in defeat.

“Little brother… I really don’t think he will leave you in peace until you look at him,” Lan XiChen said softly, laying a hand on his brother’s shoulder and offering him a kind smile.

With a quiet sigh, Lan Zhan nodded.  He knew that his brother was right.  And he knew Wei Ying would follow them even longer if he didn’t give into this childish game.

Resolved to see the smug smile of his husband beaming down at him, Lan Zhan looked up into the trees that he had heard Wei Yings voice coming from only to find the branches vacant.

Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed for a moment as he carefully scanned the area, his ears listening for the faintest hint of his lover.

“Wei Ying?” he called, after a moment, knowing his husband could never deny answering him back.

“Oh?  Does Er-gege wish to see me now?  After he so cold heartedly denied me!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed as he turned quickly to chase after the voice that echoed behind him, only to see his brother smiling at him and giving a little shrug.

“Don’t ‘Wei Ying’ me, Lan Zhan!  If you want to see me now, you’ll have to find me!”

Lan Wangji thought his head was going to explode.

All he had wanted to do was discuss a few matters with his brother in peace.  But Wei Ying could never allow himself not to be a part of anything and everything.

Now, Lan Zhan loved his husband.  Adored him.  Would move heaven and earth for him.

But that didn’t mean that at this moment he didn’t want to throttle him.

There were only two options that Lan Zhan saw before him.

Ignore Wei Ying and have the man continue to follow and pester them like a gnat until he has gotten the attention he wanted.

Or find him, tie him to a tree and leave him in the forest until he and Lan XiChen had finally finished discussing their business.

“I can tell that our walk will have to wait just a bit longer, little brother,” Lan XiChen chuckled, having read all of his brother's thoughts as easily as if he had spoken them aloud and knowing which option he was bound to take.  “I will be here when you return.  Alone or with your husband.”

Lan Wangji huffed and shook his head.

“Alone.”

“We’ll see,” Lan XiChen chuckled as he moved to take a seat beneath one of the trees, deciding to do some reflection while he waited.

“Alone?!  Lan Zhan, why do you keep hurting me in this wa-AAAH!”

In a flash Lan Wangji had taken off into the forest, following his husband's voice easily as the man spoke up.

The shout let him know that he’d picked the right direction to chase after his ridiculous love, but now all was silent again as he stood surrounded by the tall trees of the forest.  The light filtering in from the canopy above cast varying shadows here and there, but nothing to hint at where his husband may have run off to.

“Haha!  You thought you could catch me that easily, Er-gege?” Wei Wuxian’s voice called from around Lan Zhan, making the younger Lan huff in annoyance.

A quiet rustle to his left amidst some bushes instantly drew his attention and he rushed into them, his arms moving the branches back so he could glare at his husband.

Sadly, the only thing he found was a very wide-eyed rabbit looking up at him.

Hysterical laughter echoed around him and Lan Zhan could feel his ears starting to burn in embarrassment.

“Oh!  Oh sweet, Lan Wangji!  That was priceless!” Wei Ying called out over his laughter as Lan Zhan gave the rabbit an apologetic little nod and moved the branches back into place to give the poor animal some peace.

Lan Zhan turned around once more, his eyes glancing around the forest and looking for that one hint that would tell him where his imp of a husband might be.

He was the great Hanguang-Jun!  He couldn’t allow his husband to get under his skin and best him in this ridiculous game of hide and seek!  Even if he was the Yiling Patriarch!

This was literal childsplay.  He could win and then carry on with his business as intended!

“What’s this?  Has Lan Zhan decided he doesn’t want to see his darling husband again?!  Oh Er-gege!  You wound me so!” Wei Ying called through the trees.

Lan Zhan growled deeply in his chest at the continued prodding before once more giving chase.

He would later blame his husband for winding him up so as to what happened.

His judgment and observational skills were obviously lacking as his need to find and stop his husband grew and grew and so he made one very simple and easy error.

After one particularly close encounter where Lan Wangji though he had seen an unmistakable red ribbon he had immediately ducked down amidst some ferns.

Wei Ying was sure to get curious and double back wondering where he had gotten to.  And when his lover got close enough, Lan Zhan would rush from his hiding spot, tie the man to the trees he had been hiding behind for the last twenty minutes and finally… Lan Zhan could get some work done!

The idea seemed so concrete in his head that Lan Zhan even allowed himself a tiny, impish smile of his own.

This was his mistake.

Thinking he could out fool a fool.

“Who are you hiding from, Er-gege?”

The voice was whispered directly against his ear and even after all the night hunts he’d been on, Lan Wangji had been so caught up in the chase that Wei Ying’s voice took him completely by surprise.

Before he could so much as shout, Lan Zhan found himself tackled to the ground, his husband cackling in absolute joy at having gotten the literal jump on him.

In an instant he found himself pinned and Wei Wuxian’s bright and smiling face was beaming down at him, both from the joy at finally getting Lan Wangji to look at him and from the terrible fright he’d given him.

“You should’ve seen your face, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying teased, his hands pinning Lan Wangji’s wrists beside his head as he sat astride his husbands hips, keeping his favorite of the Twin Jades held fast in his clutches.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Zhan growled, trying to shimmy free as he felt his neck and ears growing hot with embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t be like that Er-gege!” Wei Ying cooed, ducking down to nuzzle his nose against his husbands and watching how it crinkled so adorably from the action.

Lan Wangji scrunched his nose at the action, turning his head away with, what he would later deny, a pout.

“Awww… is Lan Wangji angry that I won the game?” Wei Wuxian teased gently, watching as Lan Zhan’s ears and cheeks began to grow more and more red with his words.

A wickedly wonderful idea popping into his head at the sight.

“You should be smiling at seeing your loving and doting husband!  Do you know how lucky you are to have me following you along like this!  Not many people have partners willing to give up their whole day to trail them like I did!”

“Hmph,” Lan Zhan grunted, resolutely refusing to look at Wei Ying now as the teasing continued.

“Oh… so you don’t want to look at me again, is that it?” Wei Ying asked, his thumbs rubbing little circles against his darling husband’s wrists.  “Oh!  Oh I know why!  You’ve become used to just hearing my beautiful voice calling out to you!  You don’t want to look at me so you can focus on the sweetness of my words!  I can absolutely help with that, sweet Er-gege.”

Ducking down, Wei Ying pressed a soft kiss to the shell of Lan Wangji’s ear, making the man startle as his eyes went wide.

A little known fact of the Gusu Clan was that Lan Wangji had his weaknesses.

Sadly, Wei Wuxian had discovered all of them.

And the one he loved the best was that his darling Lan Wangji was ticklish.

The best part?  The more flustered the great Hanguang-Jun… the more ticklish he became.

So currently, his ears were like a shining red beacon that this was prime ticklish Er-gege time.

“What’s the matter, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying whispered against his husband’s ear, feeling the man already twitching up his shoulder as his lips brushed the sensitive skin.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?  To hear my voice so close to you?”

Lan Zhan closed his eyes at the sensation that zipped down his spine from Wei Wuxian’s words.  Wei Ying’s breath ghosting across his heated ear mixing with the soft caress of his lips was already making Lan Zhan want to giggle in the most undignified way!

“W-Wei Yihing!” he warned, trying to tug at his hands again to free himself because he knew that his tickle monster of a husband was now on the hunt.

“Yes, my jade?” Wei Wuxian purred, giving a soft little nibble to Lan Zhans ear and making him scrunch up with a ridiculous little squeak. “Tihihickles!” Lan Zhan finally giggled out, unable to help himself at the continued gentle assault on his poor ear! “What?!  Is that what you’ve been wanting this whole time?!  Why didn’t you just say so, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian murmured with a bright smile, ducking down to press a quick raspberry to Lan Wangji’s neck.

“Nahahahahat thahahat!  W-Wei Yihihing!” Lan Zhan yelped, as a quick succession of raspberries were littered across his increasingly heated skin, embarrassment and mirth warring for what was making him turn scarlet the fastest.

Sadly, the distraction of the raspberries meant he wasn’t paying attention to his wrists being free as Wei Wuxian’s fingers sought his worst spot.

“Oh?  Were you thinking of something even mooooore tickly?  Like maybe…. Here!” Wei Ying teased, making sure that he kept his husband as flustered as possible as he went in for his favorite spot.  His fingers quickly moved to the sides of Lan Zhans stomach, fingers vibrating quickly against the tender spots in a way he knew would drive his sweet Er-gege crazy.

And Lan Wangji went absolutely wild.

As soon as Lan Zhan felt the ticklish vibrations against his sensitive tummy he couldn’t hold back the loud and unrestrained laughter that escaped him.

“WEI YIHIHING NOHOHOAHAHA!” Lan Zhan cried out, his head tipped back as bright and carefree laughter was easily teased out of him by his ridiculous husband.

Wei Wuxian honestly couldn’t help joining in with his laughter.  There was something so joyful and beautiful hearing it.  It was like his own secret gift.  No one got to hear his husband like this and he was blessed to be able to make it happen whenever he wanted!

“Wei Wuxian yehehehes!” he teased back, moving one hand up to knead at his lower ribs as the other hand focused on spidering all over the center of his poor tummy.

Lan Wangji arched his back against the forest floor, his hands moving down to grab onto Wei Ying’s wrists, but having no strength to do much more than hold him.  “Stahahahap!  Ihihit tihihickles, Wei Yihi-HIHing!” he called out through his laughter, trying to curl away from the hand attacking his ribs.

“That’s what you asked for, Lan Zhan!  Remember?” Wei Ying teased as he continued his playful assault.  “You asked for tickles!”

“I dihihihidn’t!“ Lan Zhan giggled ridiculously as Wei Wuxians fingers now spidered along his sides, making him shimmy back and forth like he was doing a little dance where he lay.

“Oh?  Maybe I misunderstood!  My apologies, Lan Zhan!  But you know… I think I deserve an apology too,” Wei Wuxian offered back with a bright grin as he shot his hands down to knead against Lan Zhans hips.

“Whahahat?!” Lan Wangji shouted before being overcome with deep belly laughter at the ticklish shocks being sent through him.

“An apology!  For not wanting to look at me and not letting me come with you!”

Lan Zhan couldn’t believe what he was hearing!  Wei Ying wanted him to apologize?!  He hadn’t done anything wrong!

“Nohoho apology-hehehehe!  Stahahahap!” Lan Zhan cried out as his tummy was once again put under a ticklish bombardment, Wei Yings twin claw attack, a name his ridiculous husband had given it, doing its worst to break him down.

“Apologize to your poor husband, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cooed.

“NOhohohoho!” 

“I’ve got all day!”

“Plehehehehase?!”

“That’s not an apology, Lan Zhan!  I know you know what one sounds like!”

Lan Zhan was going absolutely crazy as his worst spot continued to get such ticklish treatment, Wei Yings fingers switching between scribbles, vibrations and even wiggling against his poor bellybutton.

Finally, Lan Zhan knew he had no choice.

“I-I’m sahahahahaharry!  I’m sorry-hehehe, Wei Yihihihihihing!  Plehehehase stahahahahap!”

In an instant the tickles ceased and Lan Zhan felt his entire body collapse into a giggly puddle.

“See?  Was that so hard, Er-gege?” Wei Wuxian asked, smiling down at his poor husband who was trying to catch his breath between his residual giggles.

“Yehehes,” Lan Zhan panted, though he found he still had a smile on his face, even after being put through such a trial.  “Why?”

Wei Wuxian seemed surprised by the sudden question, his head cocking to the side as he looked down at Lan Wangji.  “Why?  Why what, Lan Zhan?” the Yiling patriarch asked, his hands moving to soothe away the residual tickles against Lan Zhans sides and stomach.

Lan Wangji twitched at the soft contact before slowly relaxing, his hands moving to gently rest on Wei Wuxian’s hips.  “Why did you follow?” he asked softly, watching as Wei Wuxian’s cheeks dusted in a rare blush.  Something his shameless husband hardly ever did.

“I… I don’t know,” Wei Ying mumbled, not looking at Lan Zhan.

Lan Wangji couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered at the sight and brought a hand up to cup his cheek.  “Look at me,” he murmured, echoing the words Wei Wuxian had been shouting at him not too long ago.

After a moment, Wei Ying’s eyes found his own.  “I didn’t want to be alone.  I… wanted to be with you today.”

“Today?” Lan Zhan asked gently.

“Today… tomorrow… forever?” Wei Wuxian whispered, blushing more and nuzzling into his husband's palm.  “I don’t like being away from you.”

Lan Zhan smiled gently and shook his head.  “It would’ve only been an hour.”

“It would’ve felt like a lifetime,” Wei Wuxian grumbled, quickly ducking down to hide his reddened face against Lan Zhans chest.  “Look at what Er-gege has done to me!  Making me blush and get all flustered and tell you things!”

Lan Zhan chuckled softly at his husband’s muffled words and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him closer.

“You can come with me.”

Wei Ying’s head instantly popped up as he heard that, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Really?!  I don’t have to go back to the Jingshi alone?!”

Lan Zhan shook his head.  “No,” he promised, bringing Wei Wuxian back down to hug him just that little bit tighter.  “Follow me… always.”

[fluffyweeby]

Day 5 - Magic

Yea it’s day five! I’m excited to post this one couse I made it quite some time ago. I decided to wait for the Tickletober and just put it under prompt that would suit it best so I think “magic” is the best in here even though what they were using wasn’t exactly magic 😅.

Yea anyway if they have a silence spell and the body locking one then who said there is no tickle one? And if there was then come on Lan Zhan would use it all the time on poor (well no so much but yk) Wei Wuxian!

Prompts by @lizzienaut 👇

[yizhansupport]

Artigo e entrevista da Portrait com Xiao Zhan sobre a infância, a vida antes do debut e o trabalho.

CN/ENG: xzhan1005 (Twitter) | PTBR: yizhansupport (Twitter) - Gixx - Jess. >> NÃO REPOSTE NOSSAS TRADUÇÕES <<

Tendo trabalhado como designer no passado, Xiao Zhan tem uma consciência profundamente arraigada da relação entre a Parte A e a Parte B. “Até o CEO de uma empresa tem suas contrapartes. Nas relações sociais, cada círculo é controlado por outro; ninguém pode ser ele mesmo livremente.” Se ele não fosse um ator, ele poderia ter pressões de vida ainda maiores. “Talvez eu estivesse chorando em um trem neste exato momento.”

A produtora de “The Untamed”, Yang Xia, às vezes fica chocada com as habilidades de comunicação de Xiao Zhan, ele tem uma espécie de autoconsciência que vem de suas ricas experiências.

Ele foi derrotado pela sociedade. Na universidade, ele estudou design. Ele tinha muito tempo para atividades extracurriculares e fez muitas coisas desde o primeiro ano. Ele abriu um estúdio fotográfico com seus amigos, seus pais lhe deram apenas um pequeno fundo inicial e disseram a ele: “Se você se arrepender disso e vier chorando para nós, não vamos ajudá-lo”, então o deixaram por si só. Para economizar nas despesas, ele e seus amigos foram ao mercado atacadista e escolheram pisos, mesas, compraram encanamentos de água, discutiram sobre fiação elétrica com o técnico e foram obter suas licenças de operação. Então, eles finalmente começaram o estúdio.

Era difícil gerar lucro apenas com clientes individuais, então eles pensaram em um sistema de associação. Para conseguir que os clientes virassem membros, Xiao Zhan disse que era capaz de se desfazer de seu orgulho. Seu lema de trabalho era: “Posso trazer chá e água para você, quando você está em minha loja, você é meu cliente e é meu trabalho atendê-lo, é meu trabalho deixá-lo satisfeito”. Mais tarde, ele abriu um estúdio de design e passou a trabalhar todos os dias, muitas vezes ficando acordado a noite toda. Além de criar mapas desenhados à mão para mansões e desenhar layouts para cafés, o que ele mais fez foi criar logotipos corporativos. O cliente fazia um pedido e ele fazia três logotipos disponíveis para escolha. Seu objetivo na época era claro: “ser a proposta vencedora”.

“Tenho que ser a proposta vencedora, tenho que fazer com que os clientes vejam o meu logotipo, acho que todo mundo precisa ter esse tipo de ambição. Isso não significa que você fará algo ruim, mas sim que, se você vir alguém fazendo um efeito 3D, você também fará um e adicionará uma animação em cima disso. É se recusar a perder. Todo mundo está estudando arte, e vou fazer isso da melhor maneira.” Essa mentalidade clara de ser a proposta vencedora permaneceu com ele ao longo de sua carreira como ator. O papel de Wei Wuxian em “The Untamed” foi um em que ele lutou por si mesmo. No processo de seleção dos papéis, Yang Xia conheceu muitas pessoas; algumas pessoas disseram que leram a obra original, mas assim que ela perguntou a eles sobre ela, a mentira deles ficou óbvia. Xiao Zhan foi honesto, ele não teve tempo de ler o livro, então ele disse que não o leu.

Mas ele memorizou o roteiro como a palma da mão e escreveu incontáveis estudos de personagens. “Análises diretas, gráficos de relacionamento, cheios de anotações dele, ele fazia muito isso; ele estava preparado para o melhor de sua capacidade.” Essa sinceridade e profissionalismo tocaram Yang Xia. “Desde o momento em que ele entrou, nunca me preocupei com Xiao Zhan. Ele é uma pessoa muito lúcida, não preciso falar muito com ele."

Ele não vai fazer se não quiser, nunca pensou nisso. Antes, como a Parte B, ele fazia seu trabalho de design em camadas e salvava seu trabalho regularmente. No fim, ele assistia enquanto o nome do arquivo se tornava numerado em 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08 e ele continuava a salvar, porque os clientes sempre pediam para ele editar e seu computador também ficava morrendo.

Ele precisava salvar as fontes, os recursos e os links, “Minha cabeça dói”. O que mais assustava Xiao Zhan era abrir seu arquivo e descobrir que o link sumiu, que as camadas da imagem estavam bagunçadas ou que o texto estava distorcido. Enquanto falava sobre isso, ele colocou a cabeça entre as mãos e disse: "Uau, isso me deixava louco."

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Sua verdadeira experiência de trabalho foi passada a ele por um gerente de Hong Kong. Soa como uma história de “O Diabo Veste Prada”; a exibição eficiente, profissional e fria, mas precisa das capacidades de trabalho do chefe, causou um grande choque em Xiao Zhan.

Anteriormente, este gerente de Hong Kong “forçou” 3 estagiários a irem embora. Você precisa atender às ligações dele das 3 às 4 da manhã, deve responder aos e-mails dentro de 10 minutos e não há espaço para o menor erro. Se o pôster promocional no shopping for rasgado por crianças, mesmo que seja apenas um pedacinho do tamanho de uma unha, ele notaria e exigiria que você o trocasse imediatamente. O fornecedor não viria por causa de um pequeno problema como esse, no entanto, o gerente não se importou e apenas disse a Xiao Zhan: “Não me importa como você vai fazer isso, você deve trocar hoje”. Frequentemente, ele não conseguia convencer seu gerente do contrário e acabava indo ele mesmo até a fábrica pegar o pôster e colocá-lo de volta.

Uma vez, Xiao Zhan cometeu um grande erro. Foi para a promoção de verão de um shopping, eles imprimiram 4 mil panfletos e ele foi o responsável pela revisão da imagem. No dia da entrega dos panfletos, ele esperou na empresa a partir das 8h. Quando ele abriu a primeira página, seu cérebro fez um “boom”, havia uma pequena imagem desalinhada na primeira página, e metade dela estava em branco. Ele começou a suar, pensou que tudo estava acabado para ele; afinal, essa era uma equipe tão rígida que eles iriam imprimir novamente se um sinal de pontuação estivesse errado.

Até hoje, ele ainda se lembra daquele incidente. Ele foi até seu gerente, desculpou-se e explicou a situação. Seu gerente abriu o panfleto e disse: "Ah, aqui." Ele ficou parado enquanto seu gerente ficou ali sentado, e eles caíram em um longo silêncio. Por fim, seu gerente, aquele homem rígido de meia-idade, acenou com a mão e disse: "Tudo bem". Então ele começou a ligar para várias pessoas, contatou o editor para reimprimir 4.000 cópias e confirmou que eles chegariam no dia seguinte. Depois de lidar com tudo, o gerente disse algo para Xiao Zhan que ele ainda carrega até hoje: quando tiver um problema, não reclame, o importante é resolver o problema, consertar agora, imediatamente, na hora, usando o mínimo de tempo possível.

Essa é a fonte do forte senso de profissionalismo que Xiao Zhan tem demonstrado desde que se tornou uma celebridade. Em um show de audição, ele não tinha aprendido dança antes, e ele praticou dança até que sua unha caiu. Quando o diretor perguntou se ele ainda ia dançar, ele disse: “Vou dançar amanhã, depois de amanhã e no dia seguinte. Eu tenho que dançar."

Quando um grupo deles foi para a aula de atuação, o que quer que o professor lhe dissesse para fazer, ele faria seriamente. Como eles não estavam usando figurinos, era mais casual, e outras pessoas costumavam rir, mas ele nunca. “Você sente que ele tem a atitude certa.” Essa é a impressão que ele deu às pessoas ao seu redor. Lü Ying ainda se lembra que Yang Zi costumava provocar sobre a seriedade de Xiao Zhan. Ela disse que você não pode brincar com ele no set de filmagem, porque ele vai te levar a sério.

Todos que entrevistamos reconheceram seu senso de profissionalismo. Eles vêm de diferentes linhas de trabalho, trabalham em diferentes ocupações e nos contam sobre diferentes detalhes: Ele poderia ter se hospedado no melhor hotel de Xiangshan, mas em vez disso escolheu ficar junto com a equipe de maquiagem e produção, para poder economizar cerca de uma hora na estrada todos os dias. Ele queria usar essa hora economizada em maquiagem para memorizar suas falas. Ao filmar em um dia frio, ele desligou o ar condicionado de seu trailer para se acostumar com o frio, para que pudesse ficar focado e não congelar ao começar a filmar do lado de fora.

Esse senso de profissionalismo não desapareceu com o tempo. Sua primeira experiência como o segundo ator principal veio com Ji Chong em “The Wolf”. Em todas as 300 cenas, ele nunca saiu uma vez e permaneceu no set por 4 meses para encontrar o "humor" em que os atores deveriam estar.

Ano passado foi seu terceiro ano como ator. O diretor de “Joy of Life”, Sun Hao, ficou chocado. “Ele ficava lá mesmo durante a verificação da iluminação.” Muitos atores usam substitutos e só fazem ajustes quando é sua parte, mas Xiao Zhan não tinha medo do sol batendo nele e ele esperava em seu lugar não importa quanto tempo demorasse.

Para Xiao Zhan, não há diferença real entre audição, filmagem e design. É tudo trabalho e não há espaço para relaxar. Ele pode aceitar ficar acordado a noite toda, pode aceitar fazer horas extras, é tudo escolha pessoal dele, e ele não vai sentir que está sofrendo por causa disso. A única coisa que o magoa ou o deixa louco é: “Por que não posso fazer isso tão bem quanto as outras pessoas? Como eles são capazes de pensar isso? ”

Até hoje, ele ainda se lembra de seus dias antes de entrar nesta indústria. Sentado em uma fileira ao lado de outros jovens designers em um espaço apertado. Os computadores de todos estavam lado a lado e todos podiam ver o que os outros estavam fazendo. Tudo estava exposto e eles competiam com base puramente em habilidade, senso estético e ideias. Todos estavam superando as dificuldades na frente das telas dos computadores, até que seus rostos estivessem todos oleosos. No final, quando eles viram seus designs exibidos na tela grande, aquela foi, ao mesmo tempo, a sensação mais pura e complicada, talvez essa seja a verdadeira natureza da sociedade.

Xiao Zhan não é uma pessoa enérgica por natureza, mas não é como se ele também não fosse. Ao entrevistá-lo, você pode ver o esforço que ele faz para tentar animar o ambiente. Sua boa amiga Zang Hongna observou que, até certo ponto, ele costuma ficar um pouco indisposto em festas barulhentas e animadas.

Na verdade, ele gosta de ficar sozinho e de ter seu próprio espaço pessoal. Ele também tem uma percepção única da vida e dos dias.

Este menino de Chongqing gosta do mundanismo, gosta do sentimento de base que a vida lhe dá. Por exemplo, o que sua avó disse a ele quando ela estava saindo, que ele pode voltar para casa se estiver cansado.

Ele também dizia: “Os dias são apenas dias, não são doces, mas também não são amargos”. Ao falar sobre a indústria do entretenimento, ele ainda gosta de usar palavras como fantástico e absurdo, que parecem vir de um observador distante. Como disse uma vez um veterano da indústria ao redor dele, quando se trata de ser uma estrela de topo, ele ainda está se acostumando. “Ele ainda está insistindo e dizendo a si mesmo que nada mudou, mas o problema é que toda a essência disso mudou, você não tem escolha.”

Mas essa familiaridade com uma vida comum permitirá que ele não fique inquieto nesse caminho.

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Nos primeiros 25 anos de sua vida, Xiao Zhan viveu em uma família de estilo tradicional chinês. Seu pai trabalhava e sua mãe era dona de casa. Ele ocasionalmente discutia com seus pais, mas era uma família calorosa. Seu pai é uma pessoa razoável, ele não é rigoroso sem motivos, e nunca mima. Ele sempre ensinou Xiao Zhan a pensar pelos outros e liderar pela virtude. “Todas essas coisas, era bem ao estilo chinês.” Ele recebeu sua cota de surras, especialmente no ensino médio, por causa de “alguns eventos pequenos e aleatórios” como quando ele se saiu mal em uma prova, quando voltou para casa tarde depois da escola, quando errou uma pergunta e o professor fez uma “ reclamação ”, ou quando brigava com os colegas. Se ele realmente fizesse algo ruim, nem sua mãe nem seu pai o defenderiam, e às vezes ele recebe o tratamento “duplo”.

Seu pai fazia as coisas de maneira ordenada e estruturada e tinha os mesmos requisitos para ele. Desde o ensino fundamental, ele já sabia o que era uma “universidade de peso”, e sabia que tinha que entrar em uma universidade de peso. Ele ficou sabendo da Universidade de Pequim e da Universidade de Tsinghua desde muito cedo, porque essas duas escolas importantes realizavam acampamentos de verão, que seu pai exigia que ele frequentasse.

Mesmo se ele não fosse ao acampamento de verão, ele não poderia simplesmente ficar deitado, como seu pai disse: “Crianças não podem apenas ter notas”. Ele foi matriculado em várias aulas extracurriculares de violino, go [N/T: jogo de tabuleiro chinês], caligrafia, caligrafia com pincel, desenho... às vezes isso arrancava uma retaliação de sua mãe: Você se inscreveu em tantas aulas, consegue aprender tudo?

Até hoje, seu pai ainda mantém esse estilo ortodoxo e rígido de educação. Há algum tempo, um amigo enviou a apresentação de "Night at a Naval Port" de Xiao Zhan e Naying para seu pai, e seu pai respondeu: "Xiao Zhan melhorou muito sob a orientação de artistas experientes."

Pensando em retrospecto, parece que desde aquela época Xiao Zhan havia sido criado como uma criança muito competitiva, ou melhor, como uma criança que tinha padrões elevados para si mesma. Gostava de desenhar e traçava metas para si mesmo, sentia que tinha que ganhar prêmios, porque “ganhar prêmios é realização de orgulho” e se ele fez alguma coisa, tinha que “gerar repercussão”.

Ele tem dificuldade em aceitar esforço sem resultados. Durante seu vestibular, ele queria entrar no Instituto de Belas Artes de Sichuan e continuar a desenhar, mas falhou na prova e tirou nota baixa em sua melhor matéria de desenho; até hoje, ele não consegue esquecer o constrangimento. Ele desligou o telefone, tirou o cartão SIM, não comeu e apenas ficou deitado na cama, atordoado, olhando para o teto. Ele passou pelo primeiro “colapso” de sua vida.

Mas esse “colapso” acabou passando, ele aceitou o resultado com calma e foi para a universidade. Como muitos jovens adultos na casa dos 20 anos, aqueles dias eram animados e vibrantes. Frequentemente ia a festas na casa dos amigos, chamava as mães dos amigos de “outra mãe”, ficava deitado no sofá em todas as posições. Eles assistiam a filmes, jogavam videogame e jogos de tabuleiro. Quando seus dois amigos que estavam em um relacionamento brigavam, ele segurava a vela e fazia as pazes entre eles.

 Conversa com Xiao Zhan

Você disse que cresceu em uma família tradicional chinesa, o que te fez sentir que ela é tradicional?

Meu pai era muito autoritário e tinha requisitos rígidos. Desde jovem ele me ensinou a pensar pelos outros, a liderar pela virtude, tudo isso, era bem ao estilo chinês. Minha mãe era muito doméstica e dependia muito do meu pai. Eu praticamente cresci apanhando, eles faziam dupla, todos os tipos de surras. Se minha mãe voltasse cedo, ela o faria, até que meu pai voltasse; quando minha mãe se cansava de me bater, meu pai assumia.

Qual foi o confronto mais intenso que você teve com seus pais?

Somos pessoas de Chongqing, então falamos muito alto quando discutimos. Cada vez que discuto com minha mãe, chamamos a atenção das pessoas ao nosso redor. Acho que discutimos com bastante frequência. O mais intenso, deixe-me pensar, nem me lembro sobre o que discutimos, na verdade não foi nada grande, provavelmente foi só que eu não fiz meu dever de casa e queria jogar no computador, ou assistir TV. Discutimos muito, a ponto de minha mãe jogar coisas e depois chorar. Naquela época, eu apenas pensei, ah, agora que penso nisso, penso como nós discutimos tanto sobre algo tão pequeno? E eu me arrependo.

Quando você mudou e sentiu que tinha crescido ou amadurecido?

Na universidade, minha primeira vez nos dormitórios. Antes eu caminhava para a escola, eram 15 minutos da escola até minha casa, via meus pais todos os dias, é claro que viveria um conflito assim. Quando meus pais me mandaram para a universidade, ainda me lembro agora, meu pai que me levou. Pela primeira vez, vivi as emoções do artigo “A Visão das Costas do Meu Pai” e finalmente pude entender o que ele estava tentando expressar. Eles me levaram e disseram, pode ir, sua mãe e eu vamos embora agora. Enquanto caminhavam em direção ao estacionamento, olhei para as costas deles e eu senti que havia crescido, mas a sensação que dá é que estão realmente envelhecendo. Naquele momento, eu disse, preciso ser bom, não posso mais irritá-los.

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Muitas pessoas mencionaram que gostam de você porque você viveu o mundo profissional e podem se identificar com você.

As pessoas podem ter encontrado uma sombra de si mesmas em mim, porque sou apenas uma pessoa muito real vivendo a vida. Eu já fiz design antes, trabalhei, tive uma experiência comum na sociedade, então agora se você me pedir para retratar um funcionário de escritório, provavelmente seria natural para mim (risos), porque entendo os sentimentos de um funcionário de escritório que se espreme para o metrô, tentando vencer o relógio e chegar na hora certa para bater cartão, eu entendo muito bem. E agora, como artista, acho que esse processo foi mágico, nunca havia pensando sobre isso, e se você me pedir para pensar como cheguei a esse ponto, também não sei; logo que a oportunidade surgiu, agarrei-me a ela. Eu acho que não se limita apenas ao meu trabalho atual, mas é o que você precisa fazer em qualquer trabalho, quando a oportunidade surge, você tem que agarrá-la.

Quando você estava no mundo profissional, o que você mais queria?

O que eu mais queria na época, e estou falando de forma totalmente honesta e realista, era ser a proposta vencedora. Tenho que ser a proposta vencedora, tenho que fazer com que os clientes vejam o meu logotipo, acho que todo mundo precisa ter esse tipo de ambição. É claro que esse tipo de ambição não significa que farei algo ruim, apenas farei meu trabalho bem.

Até agora eu lembro, naquela época, todos nós amiguinhos designers sentávamos em fila, todos podiam ver o que os outros estavam fazendo, havia uma competição positiva. Éramos todos jovens que nos recusávamos a perder e tentávamos fazer o melhor trabalho. Acredito que uma pessoa e uma empresa só podem ter um bom desempenho se todos tiverem essa mentalidade.

Como havia competição, vocês se continham na hora de se comunicar?

Não, é por isso que acho que um ambiente bom é muito importante. Todo mundo está competindo com sua habilidade pura, porque quando você está fazendo algo, a tela está bem ali, como você a esconde? Quando você vem, eu vou minimizar a tela? Claro que não. Todos estão abertos e é uma questão de capacidade, de estética e de ideias. Os gostos e as opiniões de cada um são diferentes, se os clientes gostam, gostam, se não gostam, não importa o quão bem você faça, eles não vão gostar.

Então você é uma pessoa muito competitiva?

Quando eu era jovem e desenhava, tinha que ganhar prêmios, se ganhasse um prêmio seria uma realização com orgulho, e quando vejo meus pais ficarem orgulhosos, eu também me sentiria orgulhoso, isso é competitividade, e existe. Minha competitividade vinha do fato de que, se eu conseguia gerar repercussão fazendo alguma coisa, ficaria orgulhoso de mim mesmo. No mundo do trabalho, esse orgulho seria, um logotipo vale uma certa quantia de dinheiro, esse tipo de orgulho é semelhante na indústria do entretenimento; o orgulho que você sente quando seu trabalho é reconhecido e a confiança que você sente.

Você já pensou no que estaria fazendo se nunca tivesse entrado para a indústria do entretenimento?

Às vezes eu penso nisso também, se o tempo voltar, e talvez eu fosse para a escola que eu queria, o caminho da minha vida seria o mesmo? Pode ser diferente, talvez eu ainda estaria na indústria do design e provavelmente estaria chorando no metrô. É bem possível, não é mesmo? As pessoas hoje sofrem muita pressão no trabalho, os preços de casa, moradia e educação dos filhos são muito altos.

Talvez você tivesse sido um escravo corporativo.

E talvez eu tivesse sido um escravo corporativo de ponta. Seria uma vida diferente, então acho que o destino tem um acordo para tudo, agora que estou aqui eu irei tirar o melhor proveito disso.

Você está satisfeito com sua situação atual?

Estou muito satisfeito, o que há para não ficar satisfeito? Estou muito satisfeito com minha situação atual, mas acho que posso melhorar. Ainda há muitas áreas para as quais não me aventurei, seja atuando ou cantando, em várias áreas, ainda posso me desenvolver mais.

A opinião de muitas pessoas sobre você é que você não se perdeu depois de disparar para a fama.

Acho que pode estar relacionado às minhas experiências. Eu vivi a sociedade real, então não preciso dessas coisas falsas. Todos os dias eu digo a mim mesmo: não fui bem hoje, não fui bem aqui, ou ali, e as pessoas às vezes me consolam dizendo, foi bom, e coisa e tal, mas eu diria que sei que não foi. Eu estou ciente, e como dissemos antes, das pessoas ao seu redor que te bajulam, elas existindo ou não, não acho que isso importe; o que é importante é você mesmo.

Depois de entrar nesta indústria, você sente que se tornou uma pessoa mais complexa?

Tornar-se uma pessoa complexa não é uma coisa ruim. Para mim, tenho 29 anos, acho que para uma pessoa crescer continuamente e sobreviver nesta sociedade, é preciso aprender a ser uma pessoa complexa. Se você é apenas ingênuo e precipitado, não acho que isso seja adequado. Complexidade não é a antítese da bondade. Uma pessoa complexa pode levar muitas coisas em consideração. Para mim, me preocupo muito com o que as outras pessoas sentem. Antes de dizer algo, considerarei como isso pode fazer as outras pessoas se sentirem, se as deixará desconfortáveis ou se estou apontando diretamente uma área em que elas tem uma pendência, se isso as deixará constrangidas. Essas são perguntas sobre as quais uma pessoa complexa pensará, multifacetada e em várias camadas, mas isso não significa que essa pessoa não seja gentil ou inocente. Todas as pessoas têm múltiplos lados, não acho que haja nada de errado nisso, mas você precisa sempre manter aquela pureza e bondade iniciais.

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Peas In a (Lotus) Pod

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi / Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Characters: Lee!Jiang Wanyin, Ler!Jiang Yanli, Ler!Wei Wuxian

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, mentions of suicidal ideation

Word count: 12.000 words

Summary: The children of Yunmeng Jiang persevered. Even in the face of adversity, joy could be found in the simplest of things. (It was going to be found whether it liked it or not. Jiang Wanyin's siblings would make sure of it. They couldn't let their brother be so upset on his birthday, could they?)

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Jiang Wanyin knocked on his father's door once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He made sure to call out for the man, asking him to please come out, so he'd know it was his son personally asking for him, and not some random disciple.

There was no response. No greeting, no footsteps from the other side of the door, not even the rustling sound of his father moving about in bed.

Time and time again, he'd gotten nothing. Hell, his only confirmation that his father was even alive in there were the empty dishes left on his doorstep after servants brought him meals.

Jiang Wanyin thought today would be different. He should have known better. But still, he hoped. And he felt ridiculous for it. He was a Sect Leader. (He had to be.) He fought in a war, had to take on the responsibility of rebuilding his ancestral home almost from scratch and he was an adult. Yet here he was, paralyzed in front of his father's door because he didn't bother to acknowledge him on his birthday, like some clingy child.

He couldn't afford to act like a child anymore. So why, why, did he feel frozen on the spot? Why did he feel transported back to that day, tossed into a boat and held down by Zidian, forced to watch as his home burned and his mother walked into an ambush?

Wanyin forced himself to turn on his feet. He could not take it personally. He could be mature about it. So what if his father didn't want to see him? The man didn't even ditch his seclusion for an incense stick's time to congratulate his only daughter, his eldest child, on setting an official date for her wedding— Which Wanyin knew he was aware of, because A-Jie wrote him an actual letter just to make sure he knew, instead of trying to talk to him through the door and hoping he was awake to hear it— So why would he grace his son with his presence?

It's been that way for nearly a year.

He understood, he did, that his father was dealing with far too much. He'd been captured by the Wen along with his mother that night they invaded Lotus Pier, then held captive in Nightless City up until the end of the Sunshot Campaign, being subjected to gods know what until he was rescued. ‘Far too much’ was an understatement. He couldn't imagine the kind of mental scars that would leave on someone.

But was it that selfish of him to wish he could have his father back? Scratch that, have his parents back.

Jiang Wanyin wasn't stupid. He knew his parents' treatment of him throughout the years was less than ideal. But they were still his parents, and he'd do anything to have them by his side. Especially now that he was suddenly pushed into the role of Sect Leader due to his father's seclusion. He wasn't a child, sure, but he still felt so terrifyingly young. Unprepared. At least if he had his parents by his side, maybe he wouldn’t be haunted by the feeling he had no clue what he was doing. He'd have some guidance, regardless of how inadequate (second-best insufficient not good enough never good enough) their counseling always made him feel.

He found himself missing even his mother's sharp words. She still sent letters, although visits were rare, but it wasn't the same. Even with his father holed up in his quarters, she refused to set foot in Lotus Pier if she could help it. Wanyin didn't know what was it that hit the final nail in the coffin to start off the divorce that's been looming over his family for years, (How would he? It's not like they told him anything) but those two were dead set on staying apart.

Which left him juggling the Jiang Sect by himself. Because what else was he supposed to do? Leave A-Jie and Wei Wuxian to shoulder his responsibilities while he ran off to Meishan Yu to whine to his mother?

Yeah, no.

He was handling it well enough on his own, given the circumstances. Too many of their friends shidis disciples were lost, and Lotus Pier literally went up in flames. Obviously everything felt like a huge fucking mess. It was, objectively, a huge fucking mess. Anyone would have trouble piecing together the broken fragments of post-war Yunmeng Jiang into something functional and respectable. The fact everything still felt scattered to the winds had nothing to do with his leadership.

Right?

Zidian crackled around his finger.

He didn’t understand why. He was fine, he was calm, he was taking it all in stride, as expected from someone of his station. He didn’t understand why some disciples scurried to get out of his way when he walked past either. What, was there something on his face?

Weird people. Who runs away from their Sect Leader like a frightened animal without at least a greeting?

Heavy footsteps came to a slow halt as he neared the main area of Lotus Pier, away from the sheltered part of the forest where his father’s seclusion home could be found. Actually, he’d gotten here quicker than usual. His body felt a bit more tense and his legs a little more sore than it did earlier this morning, too. Did he storm all the way here or something?

He hadn’t noticed.

Only when something small thrown with high speed collided with his forehead did he realize in the back of his mind that his face had been curled into a scowl. He scowled even further.

"Wei Wuxian!" He snarled up at trees towering above him, eyes darting between the leaves in search of the one person who'd have the gall to throw a lotus seed at him. Sure enough, Wanyin found him. Perched high up in a branch, wine bottle in hand and a stupid grin on his face like he didn’t have a care in the world. He grit his teeth. 'What are you- Get down! We have work to do and you're just lounging up there like a damn bird?!"

Wei Wuxian's playful smile slid right off, whatever dumb thing he was about to say dying on his lips. Jiang Wanyin regretted it almost instantly.

Maybe he wasn't so calm after all.

"Aiya- Jiang Cheng, the world won't explode if we take it easy for a day." Wei Wuxian forced casualness and joviality into his voice. Wanyin wasn't fooled. Ever since he came back from his three-month disappearance during the Sunshot Campaign, there was something off about him. Jiang Wanyin barely recognized him, at times. Even Lan Wangji was having more difficulty genuinely lifting his spirits when he stopped by, and that was saying something. Wei Wuxian must think Wanyin a fool as well as blind, to keep putting on that dumb facade where he pretended everything was fine, as if his face didn't turn hauntingly somber whenever Wei Wuxian thought no one else was looking. "Did you forget what day it is?"

Jiang Wanyin nearly missed his words, but the playfully mocking tone drew in his focus. Wanyin knew it was fake. He hated it.

Wanyin should have been there to protect him. Whatever happened during those three months, Wanyin should have prevented it. What was the use in delivering himself to the Wens on a silver platter to keep Wei Wuxian safe, if Jiang Wanyin wasn't there to keep him from becoming a shell of himself?

He should have recovered faster. They should have been side by side-

Bitterness built up in his chest, crawling up his throat, wrapping around his tongue and prying open his mouth like a snake.

"The world won't stop just because it's my birthday either! It's just a day like any other." He spat, the words sitting heavily in the air. He ignored the protests in the back of his mind and he especially ignored how the words stung as they forced their way out. That was the truth. How he felt about it didn't matter. "We don't have time to waste. The faster we're done with the renovations, the better."

Wei Wuxian had the gall to scoff at him as if he was the one who'd gone nuts. "What crap are you spewing? You never want to work on your birthday!" His brother jumped off the tree and bumped their shoulders together— grinning in that way that seemed almost right but not quite— as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and tapped the wine bottle against Wanyin's chest. "Shijie's been looking for you for hours so we can go to the vendors like we used to. Stop looking like you swallowed a lemon, eh?"

"It's different this year!" The Sect Leader snapped. He didn't outright shove Wei Wuxian away, but he did slip out of his grasp. So much to be done, and his brother was out and about lounging and drinking and- "Our sect is in ruin, this place is a mess and it's not miraculously getting better the moment we turn our backs because it's not like we can expect A-Die to swoop in and fix everything like when we were kids anytime soon!"

His brother pursed his lips, understanding dawning on his eyes when he processed which direction Jiang Wanyin came from. "Did you-"

"Yes," Wanyin interrupted through gritted teeth. He surprised even himself with the venom in that simple word. "Not even you or A-Jie could get him out of that room, I don't know why I tried! Obviously he wouldn't bother with me!"

Wei Wuxian's expression was surprisingly patient given how many times they've revisited that argument. Or maybe patient wasn't the right word. Exhausted and with no will left to argue, perhaps, if the dark circles underneath his eyes that suddenly seemed far more noticeable were any indication. "Jiang Cheng, don't speak nonsense. You're his son and-"

"He seems to forget that a lot, doesn't he!"

Two brothers could only stare at each other after the outburst. Wei Wuxian wore a forlorn look that seemed so out of place on his face. Jiang Wanyin's throat felt unbearably tight, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. He wanted to yell. He wanted to punch something. He might have wanted to cry, a little. He did nothing, his whole body so tense it felt completely rigid.

The sound of leaves crushed over light, familiar footsteps drained the fight out of him. He sagged.

"A-Cheng..." Wanyin turned to the sound of his sister's voice, his own face mirroring hers as he caught sight of her crestfallen expression. Now he's upset not just himself but both his siblings. Great. Way to go, Jiang Wanyin.

"A-Jie," he was thankful his voice only trembled the slightest bit. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that small in front of her. Part of him wanted to lean into it, to let the anguish roll off of him in waves and let himself be comforted by his older sister the way he'd never been comforted by his parents. But he couldn't do that to her, not when she already looked so heartbroken. He pushed down the urge. "I'm sorry, I can't- I shouldn't leave right now. There's too much to do and I already wasted too much time-" He put a stop to that line of thinking, lest bitterness creep into his tone again. "If you want something from the vendors, I can ask some disciples to take you. Or you can go with Wei Wuxian."

Wei Wuxian sent him an indecipherable look. Jiang Wanyin ignored it. He'd still prefer Wei Wuxian here lending him a helping hand, but if A-Jie wanted some time off from the chaos that was current Lotus Pier, he'd feel more at ease if she had their brother with her.

"Didi, you know that's not why we wanted to go. If the three of us aren't going, then we're not going either." Jiang Yanli took her youngest brother gently by the hand as she's done countless times since he was a toddler, guiding him to sit beside her by the tree trunk. She shot Wei Wuxian a pleading expression. Please stay.

The Head Disciple (or was he already the Second in Command now?) was sat beside Jiang Wanyin in an instant.

There was a furrow between the woman's eyebrows as she faced her brother.. "You went to see A-Die?"

Jiang Yanli's semblance grew uncharacteristically melancholic with each passing moment she awaited his answer. If Jiang Wanyin wasn't already feeling like utter crap, he'd slap himself for putting such an expression on his sister's face.

"Seeing him is kind of a stretch." He genuinely wasn't sure what he was even expecting from his attempt. Maybe a note slid underneath the door if his father didn't feel like talking? Maybe for the man to whisper something to himself from his bed at least? The bright golden core spinning in Wanyin's dantian made his senses far stronger than before, yet he heard no sign his father wished to talk to him or that he even knew what day it was. Not even a sharp intake of breath. "It was stupid. I shouldn't have."

He certainly couldn't have actually expected his father would come out of seclusion, even if just for a moment, to spend some time with him just for the sake of it. No, that didn't sound like his father at all.

The young Sect Leader didn't like the feeling of being proven right, for once.

He vaguely heard Wei Wuxian making some loud noise of protest, but ultimately letting their sister take the reins of the conversation.

"A-Cheng. Don't say that." Her tone was chiding and firm, every bit the eldest child of a prestigious sect. Every bit the daughter of the famous (infamous, too) Violet Spider. "This day is important to you, it's always been. There's nothing stupid in wanting to spend it with people also important to you."

Now more than ever, under her gaze, Jiang Wanyin felt like a child again. But he found that in her presence, he didn't quite mind. She's said it herself once that they would always be her baby brothers. If some parts of her would always see him as a kid, he could afford to engage a little every now and then when the mantle of Sandu Shengshou the Sect Leader weighed too heavily on his shoulders.

"You can't take it so personally. Jiang-shushu, he's-" Wei Wuxian wore a strange look of uncertainty that Jiang Wanyin assumed to be the result of the battle between the admiration he held for his father and the bitterness that festered inside each of them. "He's not in his right mind."

"Obviously!" Jiang Wanyin glowered. "He'd have to be out of his mind not to show his face to A-Jie when she tried!" They both generally brushed aside how he'd been so ready to take it completely personally when it was himself that his father turned down. Jiang Yanli didn't manage to disguise her exasperation when Wanyin turned to her, his face bordering in apologetic. "If he did open that damned door today but not when you went to talk about your engagement, I'd start questioning my filiality."

Now he was almost thankful his father gave him no response. He couldn't begin to imagine how A-Jie would feel. Birthdays rolled around every year, so what if he cared too much about his? It's not every year you announce you're getting married.

Jiang Yanli gave a fond shake of her head and spoke with far more certainly than she felt. "We just have to be patient. Give him time, and he'll come around." With a soothing smile she pushed aside her own doubts, her own fears. Her brother needed reassurance. And that, at least, was familiar. She clung to it. "It won't be like it used to, but It'll be... better than this."

Silence blanketed them as they willed themselves to believe. Or at least pretend like they did, for each other's sake.

Jiang Wanyin wasn't sure he could pretend, not even to himself. He knew, better than the two of them would ever know, what it felt like for someone raised as an heir to a Sect to be completely weakened.

Powerless.

Coreless.

Even so, he wasn't stuck in that miserable state for nearly as long as his father. At least he was given some hope shortly after Wen Zhuliu became a source of his nightmares.

Baoshan Sanren. The name inspired in him gratitude and anger in equal measure.

What use was there in cultivating to immortality, in having powers beyond mortal comprehension, if you'd hide yourself away in a mountain when your skills were needed by so many? What was the point in mastering how to practically give life back to a cultivator, restore their future, if you would do it for the son of a past disciple but not leaders of a great sect? Or anyone else that had no personal ties to you, for that matter? (Sometimes he wanted to drag his parents up that mountain himself, despite Wei Wuxian's insistence that it would be for nothing.)

If he hadn't lied about his name back there, what would have become of him?

Alive, he would be, he presumed. Though he believed his parents dead at the time, he still had his siblings. There were times he... considered. But if it came down to it, if he had the opportunity to try while under Wen-guniang's supervision, he wasn't sure he could put what remained of his family through that anguish.

He supposed that, too, was the case for his mother. Her pride was damaged beyond repair with the loss of her cultivation, but Meishan Yu didn't let go of its children. His mother might have lost much, but she still had her sisters to support her. That wasn't the same for his father, however.

'Attempt the impossible' was their sect's motto. Jiang Wanyin always believed his father was stronger than him. He hoped with all his might that was the truth. Because he couldn't imagine himself finding the strength to attempt to bounce back from this.

The three of them sat in silence, merely being there for one another, A-Jie holding onto his hand and Wei Wuxian almost leaning onto him.

Minutes later, oblivious to his solemn thoughts, Wei Wuxian decided he had enough of the tension.

"And he'll be heartbroken to hear you spent your birthday sulking and running around Lotus Pier like a workaholi-"

"I am not sulking!" Jiang Wanyin shoved his shoulder.

A finger was wagged teasingly at him as his brother laughed. "That's exactly what a sulking person would say!" That familiar playful grin adorned his face again. Relief lightened the burden on his heart at the sincerity of it, even if it was at his expense.

Exhaling sharply, Wanyin felt a pull at the threads of his resistance. He still couldn't afford to spend much time away from his duties. But he supposed he could spare a bit, if only to make his siblings quit looking at him like he's about to break into a fever from overworking. "I still don't want to stay away for too long." He conceded. "Just the trip to the vendors and back would take half a shichen."

"Aiyo, fine, we can just hang around here then." Wei Wuxian jabbed a finger on his side. "But no working! For at least a shichen! You were up so late last night reading trade agreements it's a miracle you don't look like a walking corpse!"

Bless the older man's chatter for making his gasp go unnoticed.

Yet neither of them missed the way he stiffened.

Wanyin made the grave error of making eye contact with his brother and thus saw the exact moment when an idea formed in his head. Which usually did not bode well for him.

Hands latched onto his sides and the squawk that left him was in no way dignified. "You-!" Another embarrassing noise and he sent his brother the fiercest glare he could muster as he once again shoved him away. "Stop being childish!"

His troublemaker brother was undeterred. If anything, he was encouraged. "Who's being childish?" The stubborn hands returned with a vengeance, playful fingers digging into his clothes until he doubled over. "If tickling was just for kids, we'd have grown out of it!"

Jiang Yanli gigged at their antics beside him. Wanyin sent her a half pleading look, which only resulted in her bringing up a hand to hide an amused smile, contrasting to the mischievous delight washed over Wei Wuxian's face like he just sneaked into the Cloud Recesses a jar of Emperor's Smile for each rule etched into the Wall of Discipline.

The beginning of a protest was interrupted by a shriek as his sides were tased. Wei Wuxian swiftly avoided a hit by Jiang Wanyin's head as the latter trashed on the spot. "Now you're starting to look like a birthday man! You can't be sad on your birthday, that's like, the rule!" The menace flashed his sister a toothy grin. "Look, look, Shijie, doesn't he look a lot happier now?"

Jiang Yanli clapped enthusiastically, the perfect picture of joy and innocence. "The happiest!"

"A-Jihihihie!" Jiang Wanyin didn't whine at the betrayal, because he does not whine, but he did guffaw and jump as nimble fingers poked too close to his ribs before returning to his sides. "Dohohon't ehehencourahahage him!"

The woman leaned in closer, her lips curled into a very particular smile Wanyin hasn't seen in a long time. "But it's been so long since we got to have fun like this!" He felt the ghost of a touch against his ribcage before the fingers even made contact, his legs kicking uselessly in front of him. "And you've been so stressed lately, you should get to let loose a little. I think this could be good for you, didi."

His face burned. He wondered just when was it that his treacherous body decided to give up and not ask for his input, practically letting the two do whatever. Get up! Fight back! At least make a run for it! Don't just sit there like a dog squirming without thought or directio- "AHAHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!"

Wei Wuxian gleefully ignored the outburst and kept up the onslaught of pinches up and down one side of his brother's ribcage, while giving Jiang Yanli free reign over the other. "And! We still gotta give you your birthday gifts!" His grin was downright diabolical as the younger man's features conveyed his confusion and suspicion as best as they could. "I hid the actual gifts in your room, but we can whip something else up right now! Cuz A-Cheng deserves the best gifts!"

"I'll pahahahass!" Wanyin scooted towards Yanli, the current lesser of two evils. He would have liked to say he immediately regretted calling his sister such a vile thing even in his thoughts, but rationality was pushed aside as she took his approach as permission to simultaneously skitter up his ribs and reach around him from behind to squeeze his other side, making him flail from left to right like a fish.

"You're turning what, twenty two?" Wei Wuxian tapped a finger against his own cheek in mock pondering like he didn't know the answer by heart, grin unwavering as he leaned over until his face was almost pressed against his ribs. "I say we give you twenty two of these gifts then! One for each year!"

"Whahahahat are yohohohou- NOHOHOHO!" He screeched, pushing Wei Wuxian's head. The explosion of sensation puppeteered his body farther from the attack– finally it came to its senses!– until he backed against the tree. Mercifully, Wei Wuxian allowed himself to be pushed away and didn't go for another torturous raspberry right after the previous that still had his skin tingling underneath his robes.

A-Jie beamed, following after him with a grace which contradicted the rare mischievousness shining in her eyes that did not mellow down over the years as he thought. In a fit of compassion, or maybe delusion, he sent a prayer up for the Peacock and whatever lucky yet poor soul Yanli would befriend when they unleashed her into Koi Tower.

Jiang Wanyin surrendered himself to the inevitable. He wasn't going to fight against his sister and fall victim to those obviously fake but still powerful, saddened 'My didi doesn't want my affection..?' puppy eyes.

"Oh my!" Yanli chirped, burying her face on his exposed neck and going in for the kill with no hesitation. The loud cackles ripped from his throat would have nearly muffled her next words, were the feigned innocence in her voice not alarming enough to grab his attention. "Twenty two from each of us? A-Cheng, I think you'll break the records of how many birthday gifts any young master's ever gotten."

Mutiny. That's what this was.

Wanyin has grown so wary of Wei Wuxian's tricks since he was mostly the main instigator, that he forgot where the man learned it all from.

"JIHIHIEHEHEJIE! Pleheheahase!"

The aforementioned bastard snickered, more than happy to play along with the deliberate misinterpretation of his words. "Are you telling us Sandu Shengshou can't take a few raspberries?" With eyes theatrically blown wide he drilled into Wanyin's hipbones. "Oh no no no, Jiang Cheng, we can't have that! What if some yao figures out it can take you down like this? You gotta be prepared!"

The impish grin stretched on his lips did nothing to convince Jiang Wanyin of the validity of his argument. Which didn't bother Wei Wuxian in the slightest if the raspberry unceremoniously blown on the other side of his neck meant anything. "This shixiong will help you build up tolerance! Though we should probably start off small, better if we stick to just twenty two in general." Fingertips crawled over his stomach as Wei Wuxian sent Jiang Yanli a playfully apologetic glance. "Sorry, Shijie! Save the other twenty two for next year, then throw in an extra one for inflation!"

Wanyin's exclamation of both relief and affront went unnoticed amidst the trio's laughter. Mostly his, as much as it embarrassed him to admit. "A-Xian is Head Disciple. If he thinks it's best-" Yanli stopped dead in her tracks. She blinked, staring as Jiang Wanyin instinctively propelled himself forward as her hand ghosted over a spot on his back.

Jiang Wanyin stood frozen on his feet and dared to look behind him, expecting to be met with A-Jie's big sad eyes and carry out The Walk Of Shame back to his siblings.

What he saw was somehow worse.

Jiang Yanli stood up only a few footsteps away, lips ever so slowly curling into a wide grin as they held eye contact. Behind her, leaning against the tree but ready to break into a sprint at any moment, Wei Wuxian mirrored their sisters grin with one of his own that seemed to spell out 'You are so screwed.'

It unlocked things he'd unconsciously repressed for too long.

Memories of being much, much smaller than he was now, tucked underneath his sister's arm and giggling his heart out. The joy of dashing away with stubby little legs, smiling so widely it almost hurt. Then the comfort and warmth of lying on her lap next to his brother after they'd been thoroughly tired out, squeals escaping them as a hand running soothingly across their backs accidentally strayed too close to a sensitive spot.

It all came rushing back to him quicker than he could process and something he'd long forgotten how to name bubbled in his chest.

Jiang Wanyin, despite his faults, was a smart, well-trained man. A force of nature fated to prevail at all costs. The young Sect Leader knew what he had to do.

Gathering all his courage, he ran.

Twin giggles echoed behind him, leaves and twigs crushed beneath his boots in a rapid pace. They might have called for him, but it was all drowned in the waves of giddiness and playfulness he hasn't felt since youth, alongside his awareness of his surroundings. He let his body and instincts guide him, the layout of Yunmeng Jiang's Lotus Pier familiar enough he could navigate it in his sleep.

He didn't know where he was running to, all he knew was the strength of the light-hearted urge to put distance between himself and his siblings who were determined to make a fun, delightful mess out of him.

Jiang Wanyin let his legs carry him to the heart of Lotus Pier, only the sound of wood under his feet alerting him that he's left the forest as adrenaline clouded his perception.

He could make out a set of light running footsteps tailing his every movement (One? Why was there only one?), slowly and steadily growing closer. Jiang Wanyin pointedly ignored the mocking voice in his head that said if he truly wanted to escape his nearly coreless sister, he would have already circled qi through his body to make himself faster by now.

Wanyin wouldn't do it because he wasn't a dirty cheater. No other reason. (The voice, which sounded suspiciously like a mix of Wei Wuxian and Zewu-jun, responded with a disingenuous 'Yes, of course.')

A startled feminine yelp pushed him out of his thoughts and he acted on instinct, rushing back and reaching his sister just in time to keep her from plummeting to the floor. Only for him to end up on the floor as Jiang Yanli embraced him and guided him down like a straw doll.

He barely had time to blink before feeling wood planks against his back, his nose being playfully tapped as a cheerful grin and shining eyes were flashed at him from above. "Have more faith in your jiejie, A-Cheng. I'm not that clumsy."

The man couldn't even wrap his head around the betrayal before a pair of lips nestled in the center of his stomach had him curling up with a shrill shriek. "NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE, A-JIHIHIHIE!"

"Not there?" Jiang Yanli innocently tilted her head and he braced for impact, shutting his eyes to cope with the terribly ticklish leftover sensation that still lingered on that spot as she aimed for his side. "Okay!"

Heat flushed to his cheeks at the embarrassingly bubbly giggles that flowed out of him like a stream from the devastating combination of a raspberry to his side and her nose nuzzling against it like a rabbit. Even as he writhed and tried not pushing her away, the gesture transported him back to a time he barely remembered, calling forth what he could only describe as nostalgia and child-like happiness. Until an unforgiving mouth blew on his belly button again.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAH WHY?!" Self-preservation took over and he shoved at the offending face with all the gentleness Jiang Wanyin could afford, the incessant jingling of his clarity bell audible over his booming laughter from how much he fidgeted. (He couldn't go as far as to, what, staying still and taking it? No one could possibly have that much of a thick face.)

He grew redder as he not only heard but felt his brother snickering into his stomach. His eyes opened to see Wei Wuxian's lopsided grin. "What? You asked Shijie, not me!" His tone was conversational like he was merely commenting on the weather rather than reducing his Sect Leader to hysteria. "Unless I'm your A-Jie now. I'd make a pretty woman!"

When he responded with a squawk plus a kick of his leg it was certainly due to Wei Wuxian's words, and not due to the calloused fingers now kneading the back of his thigh. "A frohohohog wohohohould mahahahake a prehehettihihier wohohohoman than yohohohou!"

Jiang Yanli let her mouth fall open in false shock, clutching a hand to her chest while the other traced senseless shapes on his side. "Didi, don't talk like that to someone teaching you such an important lesson. This could be a matter of life or death, you know."

'What lesson?! How to keep making all these brainless noises?! A baby could do that!' His mind cried out as manicured nails teased the area where his side met his waist, where he was ridiculously sensitive, then spidered upwards to briefly brush against his lower ribs- where he was, also, ridiculously sensitive. Jiang Wanyin didn't know who'd taught his sister to be so ruthless, but he had some choice words to say to them.

Wei Wuxian vigorously shook his head, fingers drumming all over the underside of Wanyin's thigh like one would with a dizi. "No, no, see, this is how you know he's learning! He'd insult everything he laid his eyes on back when we were learning sword forms." Never once pausing his attack, he heightened the pitch of his voice to imitate a younger Jiang Wanyin. "I would have gotten it right if this dumb rock wasn't in the way! I'll kill these damn birds if they don't stop swooping in and distracting me! Whose stupid idea was it to fight with a ponytail if your opponent can just grab it?!" His head was thrown back as he laughed (Genuine. Genuine. Wanyin's spirit cheered), beaming with fondness and what was unmistakably pride. "It was dumb this, idiot that, but he'd always be one of the first to get whatever we were doing right."

"A-Cheng was always a wonderful student." Jiang Yanli agreed easily, voice warmer than the warmth of her fingers scraping gently over his side, following his every squirm. "I have it on good authority that some Jin disciples really looked up to you at the Cloud Recesses lectures. If things were less tense back then, you'd have your own ducklings trailing after you."

Bafflement broke through Wanyin's joyful expression. Wei Wuxian snorted at the combination of puzzled eyes, a wide smile and a red face.

"Maybe it's not just the Peacock that has good taste. I bet you work harder in a day than they have their whole lives!" The older boy sat over his brother's knees, keeping him from kicking out too much as Wei Wuxian's relentless squeezes alternated between one thigh and the other. "Pretty sure I've never met anyone who works harder than you, actually. Gusu Lan is struggling almost as hard as our sect even with the Jin helping them rebuild, while the only thing keeping Yunmeng Jiang afloat is your leadership."

The young Sect Leader felt his throat tighten and his eyes sting, which he would have ruled off as tears of laughter were the timing not suspicious. Aiyo, what's up with this? You hear a few nice words and you start crying? You must be really at rock bottom if you're down to this level!

"I don't think I've ever seen you fail at something you set your mind to." Yanli's whole demeanor softened, the playful tilt of her voice fading into something much more earnest. The nimble touches on his side slowed to a caress that could almost be called comforting if it didn't have him twitching in anticipation of something more intense. "A-Die...A-Niang...even A-Xian. For all you knew, you lost them, and you still had the willpower to help lead a war and win." A hint of sadness lingered on her smile as she offered his side a slight squeeze. If the gesture was meant to be soothing, it missed the mark entirely. Wanyin tried not to squirm away from it either way. "That takes far more strength than you realize."

The soft touches overwhelmed his mind and demanded his undivided attention, barring him from truly processing what was said to him. But the words' effects were felt by him all the same, in the way his body sagged as the fight and anguish vanished out of him. It was strange– but not unwelcome, he supposed– to feel like he did after he'd had a long cry in his sister's arms as a child, but from laughing himself hoarse. He guessed it was nice, maybe.

Wei Wuxian huffed in open affection. That alone could have made Jiang Wanyin turn his head in poorly disguised flusteredness, though the jolting sensation of curious fingers rubbing lightning quick circles into his hipbones played a massive part in it. "He's got plenty of strength to spare." Unforgiving drilling was unleashed upon the sensitive areas, as if Wanyin's strength was his brother's personal invitation to torment him as he pleased. As Wanyin felt the diligent attack falter, he risked a glance up at his brother. The soft, tender smile directed at him wasn't something he realized his brother's face was capable of doing. It tugged at his emotions more than he'd have liked it to. "I never thanked you for getting back to the Xuanwu's cave so quickly, did I?"

He didn't. And Jiang Wanyin wasn't about to let him start now. (Wanyin would have done it again, for his brother. Would do more. Did do more.)

Through chortles and gulps of much needed air, he managed to grit out what first came to his head. "As if yohohou wohohouldn't shuhuhut yohohoursehehelf off in anohohother cahahave if Lan Wahahahangji was in IHIHIHIHIT-!"

Wei Wuxian's rose victorious from his brother's waist where he planted a raspberry without as much as a warning, Yanli snickering as his laughter jumped up an octave. "You're one to talk! Don't think I don't know about your new penpal Zewu-jun!" Wei Wuxian had the audacity to wait until their gazes met to waggle his eyebrows. "What, are joining their rebuilding team and helping raise Gusu Lan back into glory or are you raising other things?"

Wanyin's eyes bulged, pink hues washing over his cheeks. "Wei Wuxian!"

His attempt at swatting his vulgar brother in indignation were foiled by Jiang Yanli taking the window of opportunity where he'd raised his arm and ducking in to aim a raspberry in his underarm of all places. "You really think so?" She conversed gleefully over his backstabbed, disbelieving sputters and exclamations, reaching down to trace as much of his kneecaps as she could reach with the other man sitting over them. "I'd love for someone to look after my didi when I'm away at Koi Tower."

He was not- HE WAS NOT DEFLOWERING SECT LEADER LAN! Nor the other way around! And neither would happen anytime soon! So what if Wanyin enjoyed his company more than he did most people's and wanted some way to keep in touch frequently, given Lan Xichen didn't have time to swing by Lotus Pier so often like a certain other Lan he knew? Can't a man have a close male friend in his life without being labeled a cut-sleeve? Sect Leader Nie and that Jin Guangyao seemed close and Wanyin wouldn't assume they'd trail after each other with lovestruck eyes!

No, he knew other people who did that.

"Me?" He yelled out amidst a wave of sniggering, courtesy of his sister venturing too close to the underside of his knees, trying to sneak between them and the floor. "It's Wehehei Wuhuhuxihian you shohohould wohohorry abohohout! Lettihihing that stohohone wall Lahahan Wahahangji wahahalk all ohohohover him! He'd juhuhump off a clihihihiff if Lan Wahahahangji dihihid!"

A reprieve from Wei Wuxian absentmindedly trailing up and down his hips and thighs was granted to him as the man scoffed in dramatic outrage at the insult to his 'Lan Zhan'. (Gross, even in his thoughts Wanyin heard the name in his brother's weird flirtatious voice.) Silver eyes narrowed in warning. Wanyin tensed immediately the second his brother's head took a dive for his stomach and-

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!" His back arched and his entire frame convulsed, the ridiculous silliness of the situation dragging him further into that fuzzy, giddy state of mind with each obnoxious 'PFFFBBBT' his attacker let out, rubbing his face into the expanse of his stomach for good measure to drive him further into madness.

A millisecond of nothingness. He thanked the heavens. It was over, right?

Then another blow of quirked up lips against clothed skin. Wanyin jostled with enough force to nearly throw his brother off him. One more cruel, taunting pause. And then another, before that demon was forced to retreat as Wanyin's hands flew down pry him off.

Which, he realized with danwing horror the moment Wei Wuxian got a hold of his wrists and pinned them over his head, was not the smartest decision to make. (That smug bastard had better count himself lucky A-Jie was on his side, or he'd have used spiritual energy to break free and turn the tables ages ago. Just because it was fun didn't mean Wanyin had to be a pushover about it.)

Panting and through eyes almost crinkled shut with the width of his smile, Jiang Wanyin called forth the will to glare at Wei Wuxian, who wiped off his own mouth with his free hand. "Eugh-!" The black-robed man stuck out his tongue in mock disgust. "Tastes like vinegar!"

"A-Cheng." Jiang Yanli cut in warmly, successfully worming her fingers under his knees and wriggling like there was no tomorrow, the onslaught on his nerves sweeping an 'I'll show you vinegar!' from the tip of his tongue. "Do you remember, when you were very little and you saw me petting a dog's stomach, you'd lay down next to it and ask for the same?"

Above him, his brother choked with delighted laughter. Wanyin was positive his face was on fire. It must have been. There can't be any other explanation for the way everything from his neck to the tips of his ears burned. "JihihIHIHIE!" The youngest's squeals pierced through the air, blunt nails fluttering at his underarm, pressing down at the sensitive center with deadly precision. "THAHAHAHAT WAS YEHEHEARS AHAHAGO!"

As though to connect him with his younger and shameless self, Jiang Yanli switched her focus to his stomach, spidering gently yet relentlessly along the middle. He thought she'd forgotten that- Why did she still remember that? He barely remembered that! Why did she have to remind him of that? Where had his kind, merciful sister gone? Spare your didi's pride!

Fragments of several occasions of darting through the legs of people much taller than him, of spotting his jiejie and launching himself to the ground next to her, knowing she'd cradle his head before it reached the floor. Of gleefully clinging to her sleeves, shrill giggles wracking his tiny body, playful touches and wet snouts encasing him in delight. Joy and affection burning brightly within him, brighter than any golden core he could grow to cultivate. Simple happiness.

He hid his flaring face on his shoulder just in time to muffle a startled shriek as his sister landed two 'gifts' on the tender skin between the bones of his ribs.

Jiang Yanli peered down at her youngest brother, lost in cherished memories of easier times, lips curved upwards in such a way that was so inconceivably fond Wanyin couldn't bear to even pretend to be angry at her. Not even when she took to prodding lightly at his bellybutton, following after it no matter where he flailed. "And you'd dip your feet in the water and let the fish nibble your toes, giggling so much you'd almost fall off the dock."

Jiang Wanyin's ability to think straight had long since bid him farewell. He wasn't going to waste any mental energy wondering how in the world she knew that when he always made sure there was no one else nearby back then.

"Jiang Cheng!" Wei Wuxian grinned like he'd never been happier than in this very moment. Scratch the grin, the man practically had stars in his eyes, gaze locked with his as he dug and vibrated blindly into his underarm. Wanyin swore, if he started cooing, he would throttle him. "Is that why sometimes you went to the docks alone, barefoot, and got prissy whenever I tried going with? Xiao A-Cheng was so embarrassed to ask his siblings to tickle him he had to resort to fish?"

Thirst for revenge sparked in Jiang Wanyin. If that was the game his brother wanted to play, he knew how to pay in coin. "Lihihike yohohou wehehere any behehehetter! You uhuhused to drahahahag mehehe to A-Jihihie and say we wahahahanted tihihicklehehes behehecahause yOHOHOU-!" Fingers sneaking to the back of his ribcage followed by a pair of raspberries over the crook of his neck were quick to silence him.

"Ah ah ah!" Wei Wuxian waved a finger at his face. For all his shamelessness, a faint pink dusted his cheeks. (Wanyin could accept this small victory.) "This is your 'losing face' moment, not mine!" Nearly having one of his secrets thrown at their sister's feet didn't deter him from kneading into his back ribs with renewed vigor, nor from sharing a conspiratorial glance with their sister, unbeknownst to the youngest, when he jerked hard enough to almost turn to lay on his side.

A light scribbling of nails up Wanyin's side from his sister- the same side of his torso Wei Wuxian was ruthlessly targeting- sent him trashing to the opposite side to evade the torturously playful sensation. "A-Xian, don't bully him." Yanli chided even as the grin plastered on her face showed she was anything but displeased. Said grin only widened when Jiang Wanyin trashed to the side and flipped over in his momentum as Wei Wuxian suddenly got off him, only to instantly sit over the back his thighs and pin him with his weight as Wanyin's front hit the docks.

Three fingers were held up to Wei Wuxian's temple, the customary 'I'm up to no good' grin radiant on his face. "I'd never, Shijie!" The aforementioned fingers signifying the promise he would not be mean to his brother quickly contradicted themselves by walking upwards to the evil spot between his shoulder blades where Wanyin couldn't reach. "I'm being so nice to our Chengcheng! Who wouldn't love this ugly face?"

Asshole. Ass. Hole.

"I'm gohohohonna breheheak yohour lehehehegs!" Squawks erupted from the youngest as his back was thoroughly (playfully, delightfully) assaulted with his siblings' combined forces, A-Jie scritching lazily at the small of his back while the older man took to prodding every single sensitive area on his upper back and laughing at each embarrassing noise forced out of him. (Squeaks, snorts, fucking squeals. He was never going to live this down.) The red on his cheeks could probably dye a dozen wedding robes.

An overjoyed gasp accompanied by wide, gleaming silver eyes countered his threat, and Jiang Wanyin was alerted that was the wrong thing to say. The worst possible thing he could have said. He could never criticize his brother for running his mouth ever again after sealing his fate like this.

"Shijie! Shijie!" Wei Wuxian beamed before Wanyin could protest, mischief written in every corner of his expression as he met the eldest's eyes while continuing to show less mercy to his beloved brother than he did to enemies on the battlefield. At least most of them died a quick death and didn't have to bear such humiliation- "Did we ever tell you how he came up with that threat?"

Fuck.

Jiang Yanli looked between them in open curiosity. Wanyin suddenly had a newfound appreciation for Nie Huaisang's tactic of hiding behind a fan.

"Dohohon't you dahahare, Wehehei Wuxihihian! Yohohou swohohohore!" Giddy panic flowing through him, reaching deep into his mind and taunting it, pacifying it, paralyzing it all at once, all he could do was writhe. Gentle wiggling fingers explored his lower back with precision, slowing or quickening their pace based on what got the biggest reactions from each spot. Incessant touches trailed up to the back of his neck, fluttering in such a way that had his hairs standing on end, made their diabolical way into the area between the back of his ribs and underarms and-!

Wei Wuxian's hands flew up to cover his own ears at the ear-piercing screech that echoed through the pier. A mere moment of respite for Wanyin's sanity before going back to tasing and tasing and tasing with single-minded focus. "Aiyah, stop trashing! You're gonna hurt Shijie!" Wanyin hadn't even registered whatever it is his arms were doing until his brother had them pinned with a 'tsk' and a torrent of vibrating digits over the bones of his ribcage.

He would have been thankful for Wei Wuxian staying rooted to the upper part of his body rather than drifting downward and unleashing hell, if he didn't know his brother held out purely for suspense. Jerk.

Quickly recovered from the near slap, Jiang Yanli chuckled into his lower back. The vibrations of the sound against covered skin eliciting from him a bubbly little giggle, descending into a hearty laugh as the spot became a target for a horrible, terrible, no good raspberry. "It's alright. A-Cheng will be careful, won't he?"

Wanyin, in his daze, very intelligently chortled wordlessly in return. The pair chose to take it as an affirmative.

"I don't know about that!" Wei Wuxian cackled, dragging fingertips teasingly down his ribcage, down his sides, down his hips and turning to trace past the sides of thighs. A giddy delirium settled in Jiang Wanyin's chest chest the lower those buzzing touches traveled. Instinct demanding he put effort into crawling away, pleading uselessly to a brain overpowered by warmth, fuzziness and a somehow mirthful, light-hearted brand of nervousness as the man neared the spot that would inevitably be his downfall-

Only to jump back to behind his knees.

"Shijie, there's this one spot on his legs I found when we were kids- I'll tell you, gets him kicking and screaming like he's being dragged to his death!" Stage-whispering to the woman over Wanyin's yells of relief and indignation over being tricked, Wei Wuxian leaned in closer to their sister. "He tried getting me there once, he was convinced I'd perish right then and there, because if he's that ticklish there, then everyone has to be at least a little ticklish, right?" Bearing an unfaltering shit-eating grin, Wei Wuxian's agile fingers curled and uncurled masterfully at the taut skin behind his knees. "Nope! Not a sound from me! You should've seen him, pouting like the universe betrayed him! Said if he couldn't get me back fairly he'd have to break my legs instead!"

Jiang Wanyin's face defied the laws of nature by having turned redder than what he thought possible as Jiang Yanli fell into ungraceful laughter. She had to actually withdraw her hands from him to focus on regaining her breath. Wanyin was thankful for small mercies, but at what cost? "No-" A wheezing giggle broke through her words. "No wonder you never took it seriously."

The Sect Leader decided to keep all his focus on not bending his legs– knowing from experience it would be infinitely worse if he trapped Wei Wuxian's fingers– to shelter his sanity from dwindling from both his siblings making fun of him to his face in such a way.

"Please, he's all talk!" The man taunted, each passing of fingertips against the unguarded spot making Wanyin wish he would launch himself into the lake rather than voluntarily sit through this. "I deserved it though. I got him good, he was almost crying!" Were Jiang Wanyin not laying on his stomach, he would have seen the demonic grin that split his face in half. "Like this."

Squeezes fell upon the deathly ticklish spot of his calves and Wanyin screamed.

"TRAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHITOHOHOR!" Overwhelming, overjoying, overbrutal, overpowering. That was all one could describe it as, as the electricity feeling bombarded his body, his nerves, his mind, his everything. Prods upon tases upon spidering sent the man over the edge of coherency, senseless blabbering and screeching spilling out of him like blood from an open wound. Wanyin knew how to deal with wounds, he didn't know how to deal with this.

The only coherent thought he caught hold of was Wei Wuxian better watch his back around Lan Wangji, when the stone-faced man suddenly acquired sensitive information regarding his brother and an uncommon, devastating spot Wanyin swore not to share, as long as Wei Wuxian didn't share his.

"A-Cheng," Jiang Yanli's glee shone in her eyes like the blazing sun. Wanyin looked back before promptly faceplanting onto the wood beneath him when he caught sight of her approaching. Their brother generously conceded her one of his calves, light fluttering joining unforgiving skittering in his gifted concoction of hysteria. "How come you never told me? I'm hurt, you know. I wouldn't have abused that knowledge."

'Because you'd get a kick to the face, that's why!' Crying out to himself he felt the moment the control over his legs snapped, only the fast wind against his pants making him consciously aware of his limbs trashing with no direction. Distantly, he felt his brother holding down his leg and his sister clinging into the other, arms wrapped around it and jiggling fingers pressing directly into it. It was incredible and horrifying, how the material offered no protection whatsoever. Up until now he'd never had reason to curse the thinness of the Jia- "GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOUT OF THEHEHEHEHERE!”

"Ah?" Wei Wuxian's speedy squeezes up and down the length of his calf didn't so much as halt as his target flailed. "But look at how much you're smiling! I haven't seen you that happy in- Ever! Maybe if you keep smiling long enough you won't make that ugly wrinkly sour grape face ever again!" The Second Tickle Monster of Lotus Pier earned himself a yelp of maybe annoyance, maybe sheer frenzy between thundering laughs. "Aiyah, don't yell like we're murdering you, we're doing you a favor! We're just looking after our didi's reputat-"

Abruptly, it all came to a stop.

Retracting his hands like they'd been burned, Wei Wuxian staggered backwards.

Jiang Yanli brought a hand to her mouth. Whatever she was hiding behind it, Wanyin couldn't see, couldn't care for it at that moment. His thoughts reeled. Over and over, that word echoed within him.

"Jiang Cheng-" The expression on Wei Wuxian's face was almost, almost blank. Carefully blank, with only the smallest tightening of his lips signifying the turmoil that lay beneath. He'd seen it before, plenty of times, when the other navigated his mother's temper to avoid her lashing out. It didn't belong on his face, not here, not now. Wanyin despised it, wanted to shake it out of him. "I-"

Jiang Wanyin growled. A pulsing strength from gods know where sparked through his muscles and, with a cry, and a gasp from their sister, Wei Wuxian was tackled to the floor.

"About damn time!" Wanyin barked. Panting and shaking from exertion, he dug viciously into the bewildered moron's hips. Wide and shocked silver eyes shut instantly with the force of uncontrollable laughter. The youngest's booming yells carried over it all, each irate-sounding sentence accentuated by a squeeze or vibrating fingers revealing the real care within. "What took you so fucking long?! Am I not good enough to be your brother? I get you out of trouble, I carry you on my shoulder when the Lans beat you, I don't let dogs anywhere near Lotus Pier for your sake, I searched the Middle Kingdom up and down for you for months, and when anyone asks, I'm just your sect brother?! You can rope me into your pranks just fine, but when you actually need help I'm just your shidi?! Wei Ying! Screw you!"

Wei Wuxian gawked dumbly up at him, arching and slithering and convulsing with the sudden attack, clearly not even possessing the presence of mind to actually get away. What's that shocked face for? Did you think I'd pull Zidian on you for hearing what I've been waiting years for? Stupid man!

"You think I can't tell you're going through your own crap and you don't tell anyone? Think you can just go around putting on a smile and I won't see there's anything wrong?" The mere idea had him full-out snarling, channeling each emotion (all the frustration, the love, the exasperation, the sadness) into targeting as many spots as he could reach like that would zap some sense into his brother. "I've known you for fourteen years! What do you take me for, a rock?! What do you take A-Jie for?! You don't think she might want to do more for you than feeding you soup?!" Eyes hardened into a glare bore into Wei Wuxian's while vengeful hands scratched into his underarms. "I'm telling you now, you blind idiot! Get your head out of your ass and quit acting like some forlorn hero doomed to suffer by himself because no one gives enough of a damn about him to want to know what's going on!"

When Wanyin re-opened his eyes post-rant, it was to be greeted by a beet red face and glistening eyes, so many emotions shining through them Jiang Wanyin couldn't even begin to figure them all out. Sentimental gazes locked for a too short yet too long moment, before Wei Wuxian turned tail. "SHIHIHIHIJIHIHIE!" A pleading squeal rung in their ears as Wanyin clawed into a particularly sensitive spot. "HEHEHEHEHELP!"

Jiang Yanli, who had sat silently off to the side, an array of bittersweet feelings visibly passing through her, had her lips curl into a smile that held so much love Wei Wuxian could almost feel it in the air. The woman looked off to the right, to the left, then blinked innocently at him. "Who's your shijie?"

Wanyin had the absolute pleasure of watching realization dawn on him like a sack of bricks. Fucking finally. He committed that gobsmacked look to memory.

"JIHIHIHIE! JIHIHIHIHIE, PLEHEHEHEASE!" Wei Wuxian forced out through sheer giddy desperation, cheeks redder than the ribbon in his now tousled hair. (Jiang Wanyin's was far worse in comparison, but he wasn't going to dwell into that.)

With that cue, quick as lighting, betrayal struck onto Jiang Wanyin in the form of arms wrapped him from behind. "Jihihie!" Wanyin arched uselessly from the wriggling digits latched onto his sides, the firm grip on his torso guaranteeing the hands wouldn't be dislodged even as he squirmed. "Yohohou hehehelp him buhuhut nohot mehehehehe?!"

The man gripped tightly onto the remains of his drive to keep Wei Wuxian subdued and laughing beneath him, switching erratically between spots to keep his brother down and following after him as he writhed. Wanyin's movements grew sloppy as he went through a similar treatment, but the youngest wouldn't let that stop him. Especially with the certainty that as soon as Wanyin let up, it would be him in his place.

"I am helping you!" Jiang Yanli's amused giggles joined their symphony of playfulness. Wanyin could almost hear her mischievous smile over the shriek derived from the surprise raspberry tingling at the center of his spine. "You still have the rest of your gifts!"

Light fingers with years of expertise jumped angles and techniques from one brief moment to the next. Swiping here, fluttering there, squeezing at far too many places and when Yanli resorted to the newfound knowledge she falsely said she wouldn't abuse, the self-control of the proud leader of Yunmeng Jiang broke. Nails ghosting over his calves sent flying his hold over himself and he toppled over, squeezing hard onto wherever his hands landed on Wei Wuxian to steady himself and with a panicked squeal the older man trashed so violently he fell off the dock.

The startled sound in Wanyin's throat hadn't even come out when he scrambled to turn around on his knees to hide his worst spot out of his sister's reach. A flash of her face, then something clasping onto his ankles and dragging him into the lake like a demon.

Feminine laughs resonated through the heart of Lotus Pier, accompanied by no less joyful snickers and shouts as the Two Prides of Yunmeng wrestled in the shallow water, aiming playful hands anywhere they could reach and bickering back and forth like teenagers. "The hell was that for?!" "I fell in because of you! My socks are soaked, Jiang Cheng! This is payback!" "You attack your Sect Leader and you want payback?! I'll show you payback!"

It was maybe an incense stick's time before the eldest coaxed her brothers into climbing back onto the pier, with each man digging into the other's exposed underarms each time they tried, which set them off into yet another round of bickering which progressed into a full-blown attack. Jiang Yanli couldn't bring herself to even feel exasperated. Let her brothers let loose where there'd be no repercussions, let them live out so many years of their adolescence they lost to war.

She worried. Sometimes daring to assume she worried more than her parents did, while they were still of sound mind.

Yanli was under no impression her brothers couldn't care for themselves. They didn't need her as much as they thought, no, but the thought of futurely leaving them to themselves concerned her nearly as much as it thrilled her to soon move into Koi Tower. Not to mention, as Jin-shao-furen she'd find all sorts of new responsibilities on her plate, which meant less time to spend on anything else, including maintaining regular contact with her siblings. If they didn't storm into Koi Tower in a fit of protectiveness if she couldn't make time to answer their letters, that is.

They could look after themselves, that much was true. But she knew, oh, how she knew, just how much they relied on her for much-needed levity.

It warmed her, to see they could still find it amongst themselves.

"Where's everyone else?" Jiang Wanyin gruffly questioned as he sat, pulling out a towel from the qiankun space in his soaked sleeve. (Only an idiotic Jiang cultivator would be caught dead without at least something to dry themselves, given Yunmeng night hunts could easily take them underwater. He didn't know why he was even surprised his brother seemingly didn't have one with him. Go figure! If he thought taking up demonic cultivation made him any less of a Jiang, the idiot can drip water wherever he goes for all Wanyin cares!) "Why has no one come in here while their Sect Leader was being ambushed?"

"Actually, some disciples saw you in, ah- 'a foul mood in the woods.' It's how I found you." The woman quoted what she'd heard with a slightly apologetic quirk of her lips as their brother cackled at Wanyin's not drama, thank you very much. "Word got around and everyone went to work on the other side of the pier. A little extreme, I think."

Jiang Wanyin scowled. "Cowards, all of them! Will they run from a corpse if it looks angry too?!"

Eyes rolling, Wei Wuxian dropped the towel his brother tossed at him in favor of repeatedly poking Wanyin's side. At a safe distance. With the dizi that commanded the dead and took the lives of hundreds. "There you go making that face again. Who the hell so looks angry on their birthday? Stop that!"

"YohOHOU'D-" Poke. "You'd uhUHUSE-" Poke, poke, poke. "You'd uhuhuhuse yohohohour spihihirihituhuhual tool lihihike this?!"

"What better way for Chenqing to meet her shushu?" Ruthless, grinning Yiling Laozu looked back at their sister like Jiang Wanyin's weakened attempts of grabbing his wrist as he kept poking weren't even worth considering. Wanyin wasn't about to grab the dizi itself out of its cultivator hold as if he had no respect for the spiritual weapon, like certain people. "Sh- Jiejie, how many left?"

Jiang Yanli held out her fingers into a number where Wanyin couldn't see– A-Jie, A-Jie, how can you leave your brother in this suspense?– and no sooner than he was about to voice his protests, the woman gasped. "Oh!" Flashing him a lively grin, she reached for his face. "I want to try something! A-Cheng, does that tickle at all?" A giggle muffled by Wanyin's stubbornly pursed lips as a gentle finger traced the spot behind his ear let them all know that, yes, it did tickle. Jiang Yanli looked utterly fascinated at the discovery. "I helped Luo-guniang with her hair once and she giggled when I touched her ear, I thought that was just her! I didn't know ears could be ticklish!"

Wanyin didn't know either and his pride would have liked him to remain ignorant.

Though the subtle tickly sensation was mild enough to bear with relative dignity and silence (He was not going to lose his composure to a little tickling on such a ridiculous spot. Stay still, stay calm, stay quiet. If Lan Wangji could do it, why couldn't he?), it turned out to be a lot harder when the demonic cultivator figured he didn't want to be left out.

"Luo-guniang... Luo-gunian- Mianmian?!" Wei Wuxian gaped whilst scratching lightly at the same area behind the other ear. "I wouldn't have thought, with that annoyed face she always has." The man snickered at the shudder that coursed through Wanyin's body at their sister's brief raspberry on the small spot, which he instantly mimicked. "Like you, didi! I think you'd be good friends!"

"Mahahaybe you ohonly ehehever see her annohohoyehed becahause you're around her!"

He saw Wei Wuxian actually pout from the comment. Xianxian is three indeed. Really, his shift to that babyish behavior around A-Jie (Lan Wangji, too- and wasn't that a disgusting thought?) should be studi-"Eheheek!"

Wanyin froze. He should have appreciated that childish pout more. He discovered he much preferred it over what came after.

Slowly, bit by bit, Wei Wuxian's lips curled into a diabolical grin. The finger that accidentally brushed over Wanyin's cheek as he squirmed now tapping his own in mocking contemplation. "Ooohh, what's this now?"

Jiang Wanyin blinked.

No way. There was no way. What was he, ticklishness on two legs?

Jiang Yanli, on the other hand, could not look more delighted and Wanyin dumbly let himself be pulled towards her as arms encircled him, holding him in place. "A-Xian." Mischievousness and affection washed over the woman's face, a combination that Wanyin knew did not bode well for him. "Do you want to see something I used to do when A-Cheng was still a baby?"

Through Wei Wuxian's enthusiastic affirmations, Wanyin felt fingers cradling his chin and gently tilting his head to the side. In that quick moment the action triggered something in him. A switch flipped, and even as he wasn't touched, he found himself fighting a wobbly smile. An instinct that felt strangely innate, like he'd had it his whole life and was only not rediscovering it. Which was unwarranted, because he was not ticklish there, surely. People just weren't ticklish there.

Right? "...Jie?"

"You were too little, you probably don't remember." Jiang Yanli simply kept on grinning, patting his shoulder consolingly at his questioning tone. "But you always loved it when I did it, sometimes it'd be the only thing that would get you to stop crying. Let me know if it rings any bells, okay?"

Her face was brought to his cheek and, oh- Oooh.

The mind might not consciously recall, but the body holds memories still.

"Whahahat the hehehell-" Against his will, Jiang Wanyin somehow, through means beyond his comprehension, felt himself relax. Under gentle nuzzling and butterfly kisses, pink blossomed in his cheek. Squeaks jumped gleefully from his tongue; it was unbecoming, but at that moment, it didn't matter. Overtook by a joyful calm, strange and foreign, which he couldn't bring himself to bristle away from.

Or could, yes. But he didn't want to.

Loved. Safe.

"Ihihit's weheheheheheIHIHIhird-!"

"Poor, poor Zewu-jun. Won't even get to kiss his future husband on the cheek without getting his eardrums pierced!" Yet again Wei Wuxian theatrically brought his hands to his own ears with a sharp laugh as the youngest squealed from the woman's lips blowing against his skin. Just for that comment alone Wanyin shoved his face away before he could even try doing the same. "Don't forget you still have two more! Ready?"

Oh so now he wanted to be considerate?!

"Now yohohou ask if I'm reheheady?" Wanyin realized the incredible feat of grumbling between giggles. Neither of them mentioned how it had absolutely no bite to it. "Gehehet it over wihihith!"

Sneaky glances exchanged, a plan formed without his knowledge, twin raspberries against each cheek and Jiang Wanyin saw stars.

An explosion of sensation. An overload of his senses. Head shaking wildly. Thoughts spinning. Mirthful snickers ringing in his ears. (Was that him?) Loosened hair flying in the wind. Fire on his cheeks. Obnoxious sounds from each side. Fragrances of lotus flowers and freshwater. Home.

So this is what it's like, to forget everything and let go.

Content Conflicted as he was, even the strongest cultivator only had so much stamina. "Fihihine, fihihihine!" He wheezed after his laughter neared on breathless and they just kept going. "Okahahay, enohough!"

With none of the grace and elegance of a renowned young master, Jiang Wanyin let himself collapse to the floor the moment he'd been released. A panting, disheveled, flushed mess of red and purple against hard wood.

Recovering his breath through shut eyes, he felt the two lying on each side of him, close enough he could feel their warmth heating his still damp clothes. Trusting his siblings not to strike again, Wanyin crossed his arms underneath his head, gazing up at the cloudless sky.

All in all, as far as birthday celebrations went, this wasn't the worst.

"A-Cheng." Jiang Yanli's soft hum broke through the lulling sound of lazy waves. Wanyin turned his head to look back at her in question. "How are you feeling?"

Blissful. Cared for. Exhausted.

He huffed a laugh. "Takes more than that to beat me, jie."

Beside him, Wei Wuxian looked far too plotting for someone within tickling distance. "NoteHEHED-!"

"Next year-" Jiang Wanyin's terrifying smirk would have sent shivers down anyone's spine as he retreated the clawed hand he'd used to fake lunge at the man. "You are so dead."

"Your birthday's only a few days from mine, there's gonna be no time for my thirst for revenge to die down. Think of that next year." The Head Disciple very maturely stuck out his tongue, shielding the spot that had almost been attacked.

Jiang Yanli wisely stayed silent, well aware she'd find a way to join in on both events and still walk away mostly un-destroyed. (It could be useful, sometimes, to be thought of as so fragile.)

Comfortable silence had reigned among them, until Wei Wuxian tapped Chenqing against his shoulder.

"Jiang Cheng..." The man trailed off with the same cautious tone he took after slipping up and calling him 'didi.' Wanyin raised him an unimpressed eyebrow. "You really don't mind?"

Nevermind respect. Wanyin was going to grab that dizi and bash his head with it. Even A-Jie huffed in exasperation.

"When have you ever cared about what I think? Don't pretend to start now!" Jiang Wanyin swallowed the sudden bashfulness that arose with a passing thought. Just this once. Just this once to get his idiot brother to finally understand. "....Ge."

Wei Wuxian squealed out in delight. "What?"

"Shut up! And quit with that face! I'm not saying it again!”

༺🪷 Extras🪷༻

Jiang Wanyin: You'd use your spiritual tool like this?!

Wei Wuxian, who's used Suibian for dumb things like cutting watermelons and will in the future do far more unholy things with Bichen: :D

Jiang Wanyin explaining to Lan Wangji how he drew genuine happiness out of WWX in his Yiling Laozu Era: Alright you better fucking take notes, because I am not explaining this again.

Jiang Wanyin: Sect Leader Nie and Jin Guangyao are close and I don't see anyone calling them cut-sleeves!

NMJ and JGY, somewhere, in the middle of passionately making out: Strange, my ear feels warmer all of a sudden.

Jiang Wanyin being wrecked without an ounce of mercy: Please, I can deal with tickling, I'm not a pussy.

Jiang Wanyin minutes later discovering the existence of melt spots: WHAT IS THIS SORCERY???

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Lending a Helping Hand (Tickletober Day 1)

Kanene's Notes: I wrote this on a whim, not gonna lie jhgtfdefghjdfgh. For some reason I suddenly felt compelled to participate of this lovely even so here I am! I am following both @/august-anon tickletober list and @/Jamiedraws mxtxtober list because I wanted to see what would come out of mixing those two together juygtfghjdcfgh I think most of my stories will be about mdzs so it seemed fitting :D Anyways, Day 1 - "Ghost" and "Antecipation".

Warnings: This is an AU. Ticklish!Jingyi and Ler!Wei Wuxian. Around 1.500 words.

[~*~]

The Patriarch Yiling was a devious monster, an empty shell of what had been once considered a man but now was known for atrocities beyond human comprehension. The sects still shivered at his name, parents used his story to make their children behave and other demonic cultivators dreamed of following his path, in archiving and surpassing the amount of power he once had. Every book that talked about The War talked of him. 

(But Hanguang Jun didn’t. He cut down every gossiping and always reminded them to have a critical mind when it came about the stories of one being told by another.)

But (almost) everyone could agree, he was a monster, and it was naive, crazy, even to believe you could win against him.

Jingyi was about to discover how crazy it was.

"Senior Wei!" He squirmed and ordered his hands to move, voice already trembling around the corners and getting a squeaky turn. It was all for nothing, just like before his own arms no longer answered him. Hysterical snickers began falling from his lips. "Stohohop! Why me?!"

"Well, you offered!" the ghost smiled and moved his hands towards him and with a scared kind of curiosity he watched as his own hands mirrored his move, wiggling fingers perfectly mirroring the older one in every mischievous twitch, getting closer until it was barely touching his clothes, still. The clear promise of a tickle attack made shivers run like electricity through his nerves. "Aiya, Jingyi! So young and your memory is betraying you already? Don’t you remember how you came to me so excited this morning, saying you wanted to help experimenting with my new ideas?"

Jingyi half groaned and half giggled. In his defense, it was very hard to try to remember something when a single finger decided to poke his ribs and make him dance from a side to another like he was performing the silliest of the dances. "Senior Wei!"

"Almost! Now repeat that but with less I-am-about-to-get-destroyed-by-ghost-tickles feeling. Don’t worry, I’ll help you remember.” Then, the ghost started doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like him. Jingyi would be bristling in protest if the (his?) hands found the horribly ticklish spot right next to his stomach and was trying to pinch it senseless. “'Senior Wei, Senior Wei! My classes have been canceled, can you believe? I can stay here with you the entire day!'" 

“This is not…” hs snorted and started to squirm even more, feeling himself slip more and more into titters. “Behehihing tickled to death was nohohot what I-I meheheant!"

Wei Wuxian chuckled mischievously, very much proud to realize that not even death took away his amazing tickling and teasing skills. He spent years honing it to perfect, afterall. “You should’ve been more clear, then. Or are you going back on your word, now? Tsk Tsk, and here I thought that the Lans prided themselves in their honor and fairness. Leaving a poor ghost here all alone, denying him his last wishes of experimenting and being happy before we part our ways. Refusing to even help me for a single day… Sniff. Where has the compassion gone in this new generation?"

Jingyi stomped his feet on the floor, protesting. The effect of it was dimmed by the giant smile going from ear to ear in his face. The hands now decided to “walk” with two fingers up and down his ribs, making his nerves dance with the anticipation and light tickling

"Y-you’re not going awahahay. And I can’t spend the entire day like this, stohohohop tickling me!"

“Tickling? I would never!” Wei Wuxian gasped and pulled his hands a few inches away from his skin, wiggling them in front of his face and giving the whole “ghost tickles” a new meaning as Jingyi squeaked and kept giggling uncontrollably, almost feeling this wiggling touch back on his torso. “See? I am not even touching you and you are still laughing, that has nothing to do with me.”

“I am nehehever-” his face was starting to get hot, looking at the playful way Senior Wei looked at him with a merciless grin definitely didn’t help. The more the older one kept poking, playing, teasing him, the more he felt that he would crumble in the very moment the actual tickling started. “nehehever helping yohohour experiments agahain.”

"Aw, but you must, Jingyi! Aren't you excited to know what will happen? Who will win, your natural defenses or my attack? Shizui, Don't you think it's an important research to know if ghosts can make you tickle yourselves?"

"It's not!" Jingyi's protesting words disappeared in a shriek when his hands pretended to lunge to his body, clawing, only to stop to hover above his belly. More uncontrollable, protesting giggles fell like a waterfall from his mouth. "Thahahat's stupid. Shihihihihizui, tell him!"

Shizui, like the good, righteous kid he was, pretended he heard nothing of their banter and kept feeding the rabbits hopping around him. When Wei Wuxian turned away snickering and twirling around Jingyi teasingly, he sent his friend an apologetic smile.

Wei Wuxian continued with plenty of mirth and dramatics. Delighted as always to be free to exercise his pranking rights. "Is that how you talk with your seniors? Lan Jingyi, what would Hanguang-Jun say?"

"He wohohohould protect me!"

"Would he, now? So where's your Hanguang-Jun, huh? To take you out of the evil Patriarch Yilling’s claws."

“Nohohot evil. Stohohop it.”

Wei Wuxian’s grin softened, for a moment. Then he lightened up once more. “Maybe I could even tickle him when he appears! It would take me much more energy but can you imagine? Is Hanguang Jun even ticklish? Have you ever seen he gig-" The ghost stopped as if he had been his, going from looking thoughtful for a moment then startled and embarrassed. If Jingyi didn't know him better, he could say a flash of hunger appeared in his eyes. Probably he was already going crazy because of the antecipation, though.

"Anyway!" He clapped his hands and Jigyi's own followed his moves. He tried once more squirm free from it, but it was impossible to concentrate his qi enough to push away the... possession? Control? Whatever this was before Wei Wuxian got a hold of it once again.

A loud squeal flew from his mouth when a finger poked too close his bellybutton, and he immediately descended in stronger giggling. 

The smirk that opened in Wei Wuxian face was positively evil. 

"I think we found a good spot." He sing-songed, the finger started circling his bellybutton, lightly scribbling the trembling skin around it, pulling guffaws that stopped him from pulling his belly away from the ticklish touch. Everytime it tried to twitch away, the finger would poke and poke and poke the button until he was too distracted to protest. “Sehehehenior Wei, wait!”

For a blissful second, he did.

Somewhere near, someone was letting out the most high pitched, half disparate and half joyful laughter. Jingyi felt his entire body want to run away, to squirm and trash and laugh with all the energy he was holding still. Only when he opened one eye to look at the floating ghost in front of him and his childhood friend smiling softly in the background did he realize he was the one responsible for these sounds. 

A silly snort intertwined in his laughter.

Wei Wuxian tapped a finger on his lips, pensative.

“Should I? Should I wait a bit more?” The finger scraped the tiniest bit on the walls of his bellybutton and Jingyi jumped on the same place, nodding and giggling and snorting and making himself stand still so the tickling wouldn’t be worse. “Hmmm, let me think about it…”

The finger kept light touches, soft tickles grazing the horribly ticklish skin. Jingyi shook his head at it.

Until it finally stopped.

A breath of air, his snickers were still filling the air.

Wei Wuxian tsked. “No. I don’t think I will.” 

And then attacked. 

(Shrieking, mirthful laughter danced in the air.)

[~*~]

Something something wat if Lan Wangji palyed Inquiry and Wei Wuxian answered something something what if he became closer to Shizui and Jingyi and watched and helped them as they grew up something something what if those 13 years of waiting were filled with his laughter and love something something.

[buckwheat-flower]

tchê do céu me explica qual a mão de the untamed pq vivo vendo tu postando sobre mas n tenho a mínima ideia do que é??? mto perdida porém curiosa. só entendi q tem MUITOS capítulos pior que novela da globo, to com medo mas afim de assistir

aaah mas é claro!!!

the untamed é um drama chinês de 50 episódios (com aprox. 45 min cada) que conta a história do wei wuxian. o drama começa quando wei wuxian morre (isso mesmo, o negócio já começa com a morte do protagonista xD), porém já mostra ele logo em seguida voltando a vida 16 anos depois. isso acontece por causa de um cara chamado mo xuanyu, que sacrifica sua própria alma em busca de vingança (no caso ele traz o wuxian de volta a vida pra se vingar por ele). wei wuxian volta com 4 cicatrizes, cada uma pra cada pessoa de quem ele tem que se vingar. se ele não fizer isso, as cicatrizes se abririam a ponto de chegar a sua alma. 

então ele começa sua jornada, sempre usando uma máscara (para que ninguém o reconheça), e nisso ele se reencontra com seu melhor amigo/alma gêmea lan wangji, que logo reconhece o wei wuxian. basicamente nesse ponto a história volta 16 anos atrás, e mostra desde o momento que ele conhece o lan wangji até sua morte. vai explicando como tudo aconteceu e o porque wei wuxian morreu, até voltar para o presente e seguir com a história.

é mais ou menos isso, e como eu sou terrível pra explicar qualquer coisa, recomendo ler essa thread do twitter, que explica bem completinha a história inicial do drama, e que também dá vários motivos para assistir.

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Mo Dao Zu Shi - 109. Bölüm

Mega // MangaTr // veya “Okumaya Devam Et”e tıklayın (Hala tumblr öğreniyorum... Bunu daha önce keşfetseydim iyiydi...)

Uyarı: 111. Bölüm NSFW, +18. Yine +18 ve -18 olarak iki farklı versiyonunu yayınlayacağım. -18’ler uslu uslu -18 versiyonu okuyacağınıza inanıyorum.

Hatırlatma: Novel 113 + 14 ekstra bölümden oluşuyor. Yani son 3 bölüm kaldı. Ardından gelecek olan ekstralardan çevrilenlerin hepsi çok çılgın +18. Çevireceğim ama nasıl ben de bilmiyorum…

Gizlemek – Üçüncü Kısım

İttirmenin etkisiyle Lan XiChen birkaç adım geriledi. Neler olduğunu henüz anlayamamıştı. Bu sırada Lan WangJi tapınağın ortasındaki narin yüzlü Guanyin heykelinin arkasına vurmuştu. Heykel tabuta doğru düşerken titredi. Nie MingJue hala elindeki başı çoktan düşmüş olan cesedi inceliyordu. Ağır heykel ona çarptığında bir kez daha tabutun içine çöktü.

Wei WuXian Guanyin’in göğsüne atladı. Tabutun kapağı çoktan kırılmıştı. Nie MingJue ve öfkesini mühürlemek için kullanabilecekleri tek şey Guanyin heykeliydi. Altında, Nie MingJue dışarı çıkabilmek için tekrar tekrar heykele vururken Wei WuXian da tekrar tekrar sallanıyordu, o kadar sersemlemişti ki düşmek üzereydi. Sendeledi, üzerinde hiçbir tılsımın olmadığını fark etti, “Lan Zhan, çabuk çabuk, yanıma gel. Ağırlığı artırmamız gerek. Birkaç kez daha vurursa, heykel paramparça olabilir…”

Wei WuXian sözlerini bitiremeden aniden bedeninin ve görüş alanının titrediğini hissetti. Lan WangJi tabutun bir ucundan tutmuş ve kaldırmıştı.

Yani sadece sol eliyle ahşap tabutu, içindeki iki cesedi, tabutun üzerindeki Guanyin heykelini ve heykelin üzerindeki Wei WuXian’ı havaya kaldırmıştı.

Wei WuXian şaşkınlıkla yutkundu. Uzun zamandır Lan WangJi’nin güçlü olduğunun biliyordu, ama bu… biraz fazla şok ediciydi!

Lan WangJi’nin ifadesi değişmedi. Sağ eli gümüş guqin teline dokundu. Tel sanki kanatları varmış gibi tabut ve Guanyin heykelinin etrafında on kadar tur atarak ikisini sıkıca birbirine bağlamaya çalıştı. Ve ardından ikincisi, ve üçüncüsü… Nie MingJue ve Jin GuangYao’nun düzgünce mühürlendiğine kanaat getirdikten sonra ancak sol elindeki yükü bıraktı. Tabutun kenarı yere düşerek oldukça yüksek bir yankıya neden oldu. Wei WuXian da devrilmişti. Lan WangJi onun düşüşünü kollarıyla yarıda kestikten sonra nazikçe yere bıraktı. Neredeyse bin kiloluk bir yükü taşımış olan eller Wei WuXian’ı tutarken inanılamayacak kadar nazikti.

Lan XiChen yedi guqin teliyle sarılmış olan tabuta baktı. Hala düşüncelerini toparlayamıyordu. Nie HuaiSang elini uzatarak onun gözlerinin önünde salladı, çok korkmuştu, “…X-XiChen Ağabey, iyi misin?”

Lan XiChen, “HuaiSang, biraz önce, sahiden beni gafil avlayarak saldırmaya mı çalışıyordu?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Ben sanırım gördüm…”

Onun tereddüt ettiğini duyunca Lan XiChen bastırdı, “Biraz daha dikkatli düşün.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Şimdi böyle sorunca ben de emin olamıyorum… Sahiden öyle gibi gelmişti…”

Lan XiChen, “Öyle gibi mi gelmişti! Böyle bir şey oldu mu olmadı mı?!”

Nie HuaiSang zar zor cevapladı, “…Ben bilmiyorum, ben sahiden bilmiyorum!”

Çaresiz bir haldeyken Nie HuaiSang’ın verebileceği tek cevap buydu. Lan XiChen alnını ellerine gömdü. Sanki başı çatlayacakmış gibi görünüyordu, tekrar konuşmak istemiyordu.

Aniden Wei WuXian seslendi, “HuaiSang-xiong.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Hım?”

Wei WuXian, “Biraz önce Su She seni nasıl bıçakladı?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Kaçmaya çalışırken ağabey… Jin Sekt Liderini taşıyordu. Ben de yolundaydım, bu yüzden…”

Wei WuXian, “Sahi mi? Durduğun yeri yanlış hatırlamıyorsam, hiçte önlerini kesebilecek bir konumda değildin.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Bıçaklanmak için bilerek önlerini kesmiş olamam ama değil mi?”

Wei WuXian gülümsedi, “Ben böyle bir şey söylemedim.”

Nie HuaiSang, “O zaman ne söylemeye çalışıyorsun Wei-xiong?”

Wei WuXian, “Sadece aniden birkaç şeyi birleştirdim.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Neleri?”

Wei WuXian, “Jin GuangYao birisi bana bir mektup verdi ve tüm dünyaya yaptıklarımı açıklamakla tehdit ediyordu dedi. Yalan söylemediğini, gerçeği söylediğini varsayalım. O zaman bu kişi oldukça gereksiz bir hamle yapmış.” Devam etti, “Birisinin günahlarını anlatmak istiyorsan, doğrudan herkese ifşa etmek yerine neden gidip kişiyi elinde kanıtlar olduğu konusunda bilgilendirirsin ki?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Ağabey… Jin Sekt Liderinin kendisi, bu kişi benim özür dilememi ve kendimi teslim etmemi istiyordu demedi mi?”

Wei WuXian, “Uyan bakalım. Jin GuangYao’nun kendisini gidip teslim etmeyeceği son derece aşikar. Böyle bir hamleyi yapmasının sebebi neydi öyleyse? Amaçsız gibi görünüyor. Peki Jin GuangYao’nun eski sırlarını ortaya çıkarmış bir kişi anlamsız hamleler yapar mı? Böylesine gereksiz bir hareketin, ulaşmak istediği bir amacı olmalı, belki kışkırtmak istemişti belki harekete geçirmek.”

Lan XiChen irkildi, “Kışkırtmak mı? Neyi?”

Lan WangJi kısık bir sesle, “Jin GuangYao’nun öldürme isteğini.”

Eğer her zamanki ZeWu-Jun olsa, böyle bir olayın altındaki amacı hemen görebilirdi. Ama şu anda zihninde düşünmeye ayırabileceği tek bir yer kalmamıştı.

Wei WuXian, “Aynen öyle. Mektubun amacı tam olarak Jin GuangYao’nun öldürme isteğini emsalsiz bir seviyeye dek kışkırtmaktı. Ölümünün yedi gün içinde olacağını söylemiyor muydu mektup? O zaman ilk olarak kendisi saldıracaktı. Bütün ana kuvvetleri Mezar Tepe’ye çekerek yedi gün içinde ilk kimin öleceğini görecekti.”

Lan XiChen, “Yani mektubu gönderen kişinin amacı bu muydu? Onu harekete geçmeye zorlamak mı?”

Wei WuXian, “Bence öyle.”

Lan XiChen başını iki yana salladı, “…O zaman mektubu gönderen kişi bununla neye ulaşmak istemişti? Amacı Jin GuangYao’yu mu yoksa tüm sektleri mi yok etmekti?”

Wei WuXian, “Aslında çok basit. Kuşatma başarısız olduktan sonra neler oldu? Herkes Nilüfer Rıhtım’da toplandığında, heyecan doruktayken, SiSi ve BiCao içeri girdi – bu iki görgü tanığının gelişinin rastlantı olduğuna inanmıyorum. Onlar sayesinde tüm parçalar bir araya geldi.” Wei WuXian bir an duraksadıktan sonra devam etti, “Tek istediği Jin GuangYao isminin kirlenmesi değildi. Aynı zamanda Jin GuangYao’ya bütün dünyanın düşman olmasını istiyordu. Ölümcül bir darbe olmalıydı, geriye çevirmesi imkansız olmak zorundaydı.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Bu kişi tüm bunları uzunca bir zamandır planlıyor olmalı.”

Wei WuXian ona baktı, aniden sordu, “Sahi, ChiFeng-Zun’un bedenini korumaktan sen sorumlu değil miydin Nie Sekt Lideri?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Önce bendeydi, ama bu akşam aniden Qinghe’deki bedenin kaybolduğu haberini aldım. Yoksa neden Qinghe’den çıkıp Su She’ye yolda yakalanacaktım ki…”

Wei WuXian tekrar sordu, “Nie Sekt Lideri, sık sık GusuLan Sekti ve LanlingJin Sekti arasında seyahat ettiğini duymuştum, doğru mu?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Evet.”

Wei WuXian, “O zaman sahiden Mo XuanYu’yu tanımıyor muydun?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Ha?”

Wei WuXian, “Beden feda edildikten sonra seninle ilk karşılaşmamızda beni hiç tanımıyormuş gibi davrandığını hatırlıyorum. HanGuang-Jun’a benim kim olduğumu bile sormuştun. Sonuçta Mo XuanYu bir ara Jin GuangYao’nun canını sıkmıştı, üstelik Jin GuangYao’nun koleksiyonundaki kitaplara bile ulaşabilen birisiydi. Sen ise, sık sık yakınmak için Jin Sekt Liderini ziyaret ederdin. Mo XuanYu’yu yakinen tanımıyor olsan bile, sahiden onu daha önce hiç görmemiş olma ihtimalin olabilir mi?”

Nie HuaiSang başını kaşıdı, “Wei-xiong, Jinlin Kulesi çok büyük; oradaki her bir kişiyi görmedim, gördüklerimin ise çok azını hatırlıyorum. Dahası…” biraz utanmış görünüyordu, “Mo XuanYu’nun geçmişini biliyorsun. O biraz… LanlingJin Sekti olanların sır olarak kalması için çok çabaladı. Onu görmemem pek tuhaf sayılmaz değil mi? XiChen Ağabey de onu görmemiştir muhtemelen.”

Wei WuXian, “Ah evet. ZeWu-Jun Mu XuanYu’yu tanımıyor.”

Nie HuaiSang, “Dimi?! Ve sahiden anlamıyorum. Mo XuanYu’yu görmüş olsam neden bilerek tanımıyormuş gibi davranayım ki? Böyle bir şeye ne gerek var?”

Wei WuXian gülümsedi, “Hiç. Biraz tuhaf geldi sadece. O yüzden sordum.”

Ancak aklından başka bir cevap geçiyordu, Karşındaki ‘Mo XuanYu’nun gerçek Mo XuanYu olup olmadığını anlamak için elbette.

Herkesin çekingen ve korkak olarak tanımladığı Mo XuanYu, nasıl kendi canını alıp bedenini feda edecek cesareti toplamış olabilirdi? Neden ChiFeng-Zun’un sol kolu serbest bırakılmıştı? Jin GuangYao kazara mı kaybetmişti sahiden? Ve neden bedenin feda edildiği Mo Köyündeydi, neden Wei WuXian’ın yeniden doğduktan sonra karşılaştığı ilk şey olmuştu? Neden başka bir yer değil de orası?

ChiFeng-Zun’un bedeni QingheNie Sektinde gömülmüştü. Nie HuaiSang her zaman abisine hayran olagelmişti, geçen tüm bu yıllar boyunca sahiden bedeninin değiştirildiğini fark etmemiş miydi?

Wei WuXian başka bir ihtimal olduğunu düşünüyordu.

Muhtemelen Nie MingJue vefat etmeden önce, Nie HuaiSang sahiden hiçbir şey bilmiyordu. Ama Nie MingJue’nun ölümünün ardından, her şeyi öğrenmişti. Nie MingJue’nun bedeninin değiştirilmesi de dahil. Bir zamanlar güvendiği, abisinden ayırt etmediği kişinin gerçek kişiliği de.

Abisinin bedenini aramaya çalışmış ancak yıllar boyu elinden gelen her şeyi yaptığı halde sadece tek bir sol kola ulaşabilmişti.

Bu aşamada takılı kalmış, bir adım daha ileri gidememişti. Ek olarak sol kol anormal derecede vahşiydi, baskılaması çok zordu. Eğer onu yanında tutarsa eninde sonunda kan gövdeyi götürecekti. Böylece aklına birisi gelmişti. Böyle şeylerle, böyle problemlerle baş etmekte üstüne olmayan birisi.

YiLing Piri.

Ama YiLing Piri çoktan paramparça olmuştu. Şimdi ne yapacaktı? Ve bu noktada aklına başka birisi gelmişti. Jinlin Kulesinden kovulmuş olan Mo XuanYu.

Muhtemelen öncesinde bilgi almak için Mo XuanYu’yla bir kez olsun konuşmuştu. Mo XuanYu’nun kininden dolayı daha önce Jin GuangYao’nun koleksiyonu içindeki antik, yasak tekniği barındıran parçalanmış el yazmasını okuduğunu biliyordu. Kendi hane üyeleri tarafından yeterince aşağılanmış olan Mo XuanYu’yu yasak beden feda etme tekniği kullanarak intikam alması için kışkırtmıştı.

Ve çağırdığı korkunç hayalet kimdi?

YiLing Piri’ydi elbette.

Mo XuanYu artık yaşadıklarına dayanamadığı noktada kanlı rünü çizmiş ve Nie HuaiSang’da bu fırsatı kullanarak daha fazla elinde tutamadığı alevi serbest bırakmıştı: ChiFeng-Zun’un sol kolunu.

Ardından da başarılı planı başlamıştı. Artık tüm enerjisini Nie MingJue’nun kayıp olan parçalarını aramak için kullanmasına gerek yoktu, onun yerine bu tehlikeli ve zorlayıcı görevi Wei WuXian ve Lan WangJi’ye bırakabilirdi. Tek yapması gereken onların her hareketini gözlemlemekti.

Jin Ling, Lan SiZhui, Lan JingYi ve diğer gençlerin yolda rastladığı tuhaf ölü kedilerle ilgili olayda da birisinin bilerek anomaliler yarattığı belliydi. Onlara yakındaki köyün yolunu gösteren var olmayan ‘avcı’ da hesaba katılınca belli ki amaç olaydan habersiz gençleri Yi Şehri’ne sürüklemekti. Eğer Wei WuXian ve Lan WangJi bir parça dikkatsizlik etseydi ve onları korumayı başaramasalardı, Yi Şehri’nde gençlerin başına gelen olaylardan da suçlanacak olan kişi Jin GuangYao olacaktı.

Her şekilde, Jin GuangYao ne kadar suçlu olursa onun o kadar işine gelirdi; dikkatli kötü adamı ne kadar çok hata yapmaya ve ardında iz bırakmaya zorlarsa, o kadar iyiydi; trajik bir ölüm yaşamaya onu ne kadar yaklaştırabilirse o kadar başarılıydı.

Lan WangJi Bichen’in ucunu kullanarak tabutun yanındaki siyah sandığı çevirdi. Wei WuXian’a dönmeden önce üzerine kazınmış olan efsunları inceledi, “Başı.”

Bu sandık muhtemelen Nie MingJue’nun başını koymak için kullanılmıştı. Jin GuangYao başı Jinlin Kulesi’nden aldıktan sonra buraya gömmüş olmalıydı.

Wei WuXian başını salladı, “Nie Sekt Lideri, bu tabutta aslında ne vardı biliyor musunuz?”

Nie HuaiSang, “Ben nereden bileyim? Ama Ağabey… hayır – Jin Sekt Liderinin ona nasıl baktığı düşünülürse muhtemelen önemli bir şey vardı değil mi?”

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ROUND ONE POLLS ARE LIVE!

VOTE VOTE VOTE!

Ping vs Sauron

Merlin vs Peter

Frodo vs Lio

Obi-Wan vs Jack (Titanic)

The Once-ler vs Tim

Legolas vs Wei Wuxian

Q vs Kurapika

Jaskier vs Howl

Link vs Guillermo

Kuzco vs Jack (RotG)

Dream vs Venti

Tamaki vs Dr Bashir

Leon vs Billy

Tintin vs Vash

James vs Luke

Hiccup vs Haruhi

MAY THE BEST TWINK WIN!

[peter1001r]

"Você queimou dinheiro fantasma para mim?"

Tenho alguns costumes enquanto leio e um deles é sempre pegar uma obra pra ler como "descanso". Isto em especial quando preciso ler muitas coisas pra Universidade e aí preciso "respirar". Ler MDZS para mim é isso! Fico encantado ao ver sobre a Cultivação que é um pano de fundo da obra. Não deixo de me emocionar ao ver Wei Wuxian e Lan Wangji tendo interações tão agradáveis (e algumas vezes surpreendentes). É uma leitura que leio sem me demorar tanto, pelo interesse que não me deixa parar (por isso só tô lendo em dias "livres"), mas que preciso demorar até poder ler o próximo, porque ainda não lançou todos os volumes aqui. Aliás, preciso elogiar essa edição da NewPop. As artes no meio do volume são lindas e a diagramação está um pouco melhor que no volume anterior (poderia estar um pouco maior as margens, mas é isso...)

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THIS IS SO CUTE AND JOYFUL AND NICE AND SILLY AND ADORABLE AND SWEET AND AAAAAAA!!!!

Seeing Lan Zhang being so playful and silly just kills me everytime! Wei WuXian acting all hurt and trying to get some revenge with his dear husband is simply everything to me

Day 2 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: Today we have wonderful WangXian *sobs quietly* I hope you enjoy them very much, my dearest @otomiya-tickles ❤️

Summary: The disrespect of thinking Patriarch Yeiling is ugly is an unforgivable act.

"Lan zhan!!! They keep making my face look so ugly! I don't even look like I did in my past life!"

Wei WuXian cried and even though his heart jumped when he saw his dear husband sitting quietly in front of his Guqin, he still made a beeline towards him, whining things like a child that not even him could totally comprehend. 

Wei WuXian thought his little visit to Caiyi City, (to sneak a present for his husband just because he wanted to), would be a very calm walk, but as he approached a stall, his eyes were immediately drawn to some posters adorning a neighboring stall. Wei WuXian had gasped dramatically seeing that in these posters there was a really ugly man painted with black clothing and on the bottom of the drawing there was a name that made his hair stand on end: Yiling Patriarch.

Wei WuXian was a humble man, but he also knew he was quite handsome in his past life, (Lan Zhan said so as well), and even in this life his face was not bad at all. So why were they disgracing him like this? 

Collapsing right next to Lan WangJi with a soft sob, he showed his husband two posters, one more horrendous than the other. Lan WangJi finally stopped playing his Guqin and he turned to look at the paintings. They were really well made and at least the clothing was correct, but didn't everyone know how good-looking the Yiling Patriarch was?! 

"Aren't they terrible, Lan Zhan?!" He said, little tears at the corners of his eyes. "I'm very sure my face was very handsome before, do you think so too?! Why are they doing this?!" 

He looked at his husband and his crying immediately stopped as he saw his lover's expression. Wei WuXian narrowed his eyes. 

To everyone's eyes, Lan WangJi's expression was not different from one of pure boredom and disinterest, but Wei WuXian has been together with him for quite some time now and he had learned to read his expressions so easily; Wei WuXian could say with certainty that Lan WangJi wasn't bored and disinterested, he actually wanted to laugh?!

"Lan Zhan, I don't look like this at all," Wei WuXian said slowly, some kind of a warning tone wrapping his words. "Do I?" He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

Lan WangJi studied the paintings very closely and Wei WuXian swore he saw the corner of his mouth trembling, trying to hold back a smile. After what felt like an eternity, Lan WangJi covered his mouth and cleared his throat. 

"These drawings..."

Wei WuXian nodded, urging him to continue. "Yes?"

"These people in these posters… they really look like Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian widened his eyes, choking slightly as he gasped loudly.  "How could you?!" He claimed with a little cough. "We don't look alike at all, what are you talking abo-" he shut his mouth and raised his eyebrows when Lan WangJi suddenly turned to the other side, still covering his mouth.

His husband's shoulders started trembling. He was laughing! Making fun of him! How could Lan Zhan be so adorably mean? Wei WuXian's heart did somersaults, but he still acted hurt. 

"Hmph! I wonder what would Lan Zhan do if there were hundreds of ugly drawings of his face all around town!" That only caused another wave of laughter to shake Lan WangJi's shoulder and Wei WuXian caught a glimpse of his lover's ears, they were blushing bright red. 

Wei WuXian couldn't help but smile on his own, shaking his head fondly. Even after all this time, Lan WangJi kept surprising him with this playful side of his. Wei WuXian thought it was adorable, so he couldn't stop himself from teasing his husband a little. 

"I see. So Lan Zhan thinks this is funny, huh?" He said, approaching his lover as quietly as possible. "If Lan Zhan thinks this is funny I might as well show him what really is funny." He then reached out, both hands latching onto Lan WangJi's sides and digging into his ribs. 

The sudden touch made Lan WangJi jump and let out an honest-to-god squeak that ringed in Wei WuXian's ears. It only took a few squeezes to have Lan WangJi laughing brightly, all of that held-in laughter plus the laughter caused by the sudden tickle attack to his ribs had Lan WangJi's fair cheeks turning pink as he fell back against Wei WuXian's chest. 

"Did you want to laugh, Lan Zhan? How's this? Are you enjoying your tickling?"

"N-Nohohoho! W-Wehehei Y-Yihihing!" Lan WangJi laughed, shaking and jerking, trying to escape from Wei WuXian's hands. "I ahahaham sohohohorry!"

Wei WuXian giggled, his fingers clawing at Lan WangJi's lowest ribs, making his husband throw his head back against his shoulder with beautiful cackles that made Wei WuXian get pleasant chills. He truly couldn't have enough of that sweet laughter. 

"Now you're sorry, huh?" He whispered against Lan WangJi's ears, lips blushing against the reddened skin, making his husband shiver. "I bet you now think I look very handsome, right? These people don't look like me at all right?"

Lan WangJi shook his head no, kicking his legs when he felt Wei WuXian's thumbs rubbing on the back of his ribs, his spine arched as he laughed and laughed, his hands uselessly pawing at Wei WuXian's. 

"Thehehehey dohoho nohohot!" Lan WangJi cackled. "I wahahas johohohoking!" 

"Were you now? Maybe I can tickle you here jokingly?" He teased, one of his hands reaching down to Lan WangJi's stomach. "Right, Er-gege?" 

Lan WangJi shrieked, shaking his head. "NOHOHO!"

Wei WuXian cried when Lan WangJi was suddenly on his feet, trembling and still giggling as he tried to run away. Wei WuXian blinked a couple of times before he threw his head back with a bark of laughter, happiness overflowing him. 

"Ah, so you want to act this way, Lan Zhan? Then I'll get you ten times worse when I catch you!" 

"Stahahap thihis instahahant!" 

"Not until you apologize to your poor husband, Lan Zhan! I'm so hurt!"

The posters were soon forgotten as both men got caught up in a ridiculous chase that had both of them laughing freely and happily. Ah, Wei WuXian was a lucky man, he could stand being drawn with a ugly face if that meant he could have moments like this with his favorite person in the whole world!

[fluffyweeby]

Lan Zhan wanted to check if Wei Wuxian is as ticklish in Mo Xyuanyu body as he was in his own