#Ticklish!Wen Ning

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Also, separate ask because separate thing but! Your Wen Ning hc!!!!! That's my BABY BOY he's so cute they're so cute I cannot, the connection thing is genius I can't deal!!!! Also just! Wen Ning and the juniors and Wei Ying and Lan Zhan (who is evil btw) they're so LOVED they can be SILLY and mess around and have FUN what if I CRY!

Their bond and its tickle potential now is Canon to me. They deserve all that happiness and laughter after everything they've been through and honestly I just melt everytime I think about Wei Wuxian being a GREMLIN and going to attack Wen Ning full of wiggly fingers and teases about how he can run away but Wei Wuxian will always find him ~ only for the moment he start squeezing Wen Ning's sides he himself jump away squealing and holding his own sides which are now tingling with tickly sensations even though he is pretty sure Wen Ning didn't attack him back. So now he is curious and will try to do a few experiments which consists in tickle Wen Ning until they can not resist anymore and fall on the floor giggling like the silliest they are

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!!!!! NO WAY NO WAY NO WAYYYYY!!! Are my eyes deceiving me or is this a BRILLANT, PRECIOUS, AMAZING AND WONDERFUL tickle drabble with BOTH a giggly, silly Wen Ning AND a teasy, playful Wei Wuxian????!!?!?!? My entire life has been blessed! I shall go through my day repeating this scenario in my mind non stop and re-reading this story forever and ever thank you so much for blessing us with such a lovely interaction

They are wayyy to precious my heart can't take it augh ♡♡♡

If the three sentence game is still open, could I request ler!Wei Wuxian and lee!Wen Ning? Zombie boy needs tummy tickles.

Three sentences what? :D we have lovely Wen Ning! But he's not a zombie here hehe. Enjoy~!

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"C'mon, Wen Ning! Raise your sword higher!" Wei WuXian yelled, lunging with a swing of his sword that Wen Ning was barely able to block, the blow too hard, causing him to fall backwards to the ground. "Get up!" Wei WuXian ordered, not waiting for Wen Ning to stand up, launching another attack that sent Wen Ning's sword flying out of his hand.

Now, with Wen Ning without a sword, Wei WuXian straddled him. "Try to push me off!" Wen Ning did his best, but he simply couldn't.

"I give up-" he gasped out and Wei WuXian stopped his wrestling, letting Wen Ning catch his breath. "I am s-sorry," Wen Ning mumbled, breathing heavily, his hair a mess.

"Wen Ning, you need to learn how to fight for your own survival!"

"Y-Yes!" He squeaked. "I- I know and I am s-sorry I just c- I can't..." His voice trailed off until it was an embarrassed whisper. There was no way he could ever defend himself with the sword or in close combat. He just didn't have the physical condition, or the strength. "I-I'm so sorry."

Wei WuXian let out a soft sigh. "Ah, what am I going to do with you?" He said, smiling a little to Wen Ning, not wanting to put so much pressure over his shoulders. "I think I'll have to punish you, Wen Ning."

Wen Ning panicked under Wei WuXian's weight, but he nodded. "Ah... Y-Yes. I underst-ahahaha! Hah! W-Wehehehei-Gong- ahahaha!" Loud laughter escaped his mouth when Wei WuXian's fingers were suddenly at his tummy, tickling him!

Wen Ning squealed and squirm underneath Wei WuXian, twisting his body, trying to escape his little predicament. "Gahahaha! Wei-gohohongzi! Not thihihis, plehehease!" He laughed, throwing his head back when Wei WuXian tickled the sides of his stomach.

Wei WuXian chuckled, "I'm sorry, Wen Ning, maybe next time I won't need to punish you?" He teased gently, not actually making fun of Wen Ning.

Wen Ning shook his head, letting out a clear cackle as Wei WuXian clawed at the center of his tummy. His legs kicked wildly and his hands tried to push Wei WuXian's wrists away from his tickly spot.

"I'm s-sohohorry! I'll dohoho behehette- aaaahahahaha!"

"Yes, Wen Ning. You better do!"

[Send me a lee, a ler and a tickle spot to write you a drabble!]

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Hello ur wangningxian fic had me fucking SCREAMING hello hello I was trying to practice driving but I was too busy YELLING anyways amazing job I'm so fucking hyped for pt 5!!!!

YOU’RE SO NICE HELP I KEEP STARING AT THIS MESSAGE ME HEART MELTIN HERE YOU GO HON -- (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

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They don't return to the table. It had been a stupid idea anyway, Wen Ning thinks; too serious, too tribunal. Wei Ying doesn't like to talk about it, like he doesn't like to talk about anything that's really fucked him up, but he knows family dinners for him growing up weren't the most comfortable affairs. Instead he and Lan Zhan budge over on the couch, though there's already enough room (there's always enough room, if it's for Wei Ying), and Wei Ying, tripping on his tiptoes the way he does when he's nervous, perches on the L-shaped edge of the cushion. The reflective vest Lan Zhan has bullied him into wearing whenever he goes out night-running dangles off one shoulder, coquetry in neon orange. 

He is too far away. 

Wen Ning extends a leg and prods at Wei Ying with his toes, making Wei Ying yelp, ticklish, and for a moment nearly smile, until Wei Ying gives in to what he clearly wants and scoots up against Wen Ning's side, the third overlapping piece in their tableau. A very wiggly tableau it will be, indeed, now that Wei Ying has joined it. They would not have it any other way. "So you guys kiss now," Wei Ying says, into the hole in the leggings over Wen Ning's thigh. Wen Ning keeps thinking he should fix that, and then forgetting. "How long has that been going on?"

"Just tonight," Wen Ning says, making his tongue go slowly. Behind him Lan Zhan makes a small noise, negative; one of his hands withdraws from Wen Ning's waist and reaches for his phone. They wait while he types, Wen Ning looking at the contrast between Wei Ying's cheek and his own black spandex, Wei Ying staring into the crack where the cushions meet the back of the couch. He seems like he's worn himself out; he curls around Wen Ning's leg like it's a stuffed toy.

It is times like this that Wen Ning is reminded of how much slighter Wei Ying is, than either himself or Lan Zhan. He imagines lifting his leg and carrying Wei Ying up atop it, like a fragile sparrow, hollow-boned, fluffed up against the cold. "Almost nine days," the lady in Lan Zhan's phone says. "When Wen Ning brought you back from the library. Kissed him then. Did not plan it. But." His fingers have stilled; Lan Zhan types with one whole hand, cradling the phone in his other, instead of with his two thumbs like everyone else. It's hopelessly endearing: our little old-fashioned man, Wei Ying calls him, and then tugs at his hair or tweaks his ear. "But you liked it? Mm. Can't blame you for that." Wen Ning can feel the flex of Wei Ying's jaw as he mumbles. A small hum like the vibration of a string starts at the top of Wen Ning's scalp and travels down through his body. The nausea has not left him, or the guilt, but Wen Ning plunges his hands into that hum and lets it fill all his corners. Now that they are speaking, it is better; though they've barely begun. The waiting was the hardest part. It's never as bad as you think it will be, he tells himself. He bites his tongue to get moisture back into his mouth. "We did- we did-, we haven't done anything between then," he says. Lan Zhan's arms tighten around him. Wen Ning leans back against him gratefully. "Um. When we went to that weird cafe with Lan Zhan's brother? That was what we were talking about." Behind him he feels Lan Zhan nod. "I wondered," Wei Ying says. He curls tighter, the movement like a brace before a leap. "Were you going to tell me?" Oh: Wen Ning's lungs have been stolen away. One of Lan Zhan's hands leaves him again, this time to reach out and press down on the top of Wei Ying's head. It's a bad angle; he has to strain, and even so he mostly gets the end of his ponytail. Wei Ying hides his face in the crook of Wen Ning's knee. Wen Ning has to blink rapidly and swallow, twice when the first time isn't enough. He's not sure what he means to say; what comes out is clumsier and more honest than he wants. "I didn't want you to feel left out. I'm sorry." Against his neck, Lan Zhan grunts agreement. He's petting the rough-chopped ends of Wei Ying's hair, the ends sticking up between his knuckles and then smoothing flat again. "Just," Wei Ying says. It's difficult to hear him, pressed as far as he is into Wen Ning's leg, but Wen Ning doesn't imagine he or Lan Zhan are right now giving him anything but their complete intent focus. "You have to tell me if you don't want me around any more, okay? That's rule, ah, rule eighty-nine of being my friend." He laughs, his shoulders twitching. Wen Ning needs to hug him so badly it's rooted his ass to the tasteful cream-colored microfiber. "Okay," he says, chokes on it. "Yeah. D-deal. Definitely want you here though. Right Lan Zhan?" "Mn," Lan Zhan rumbles emphatically. Wei Ying droops. He goes from light upon Wen Ning's knee to hundredweight, sinking like a stone in water. Somehow, Wen Ning manages to curl his leg and reach his arms and get Wei Ying bundled up against them both, his hair splaying out over Wen Ning's throat and his sharp wrists tucked up against Lan Zhan's sternum. He's still laughing, a little, and Wen Ning listens carefully in case the tears he can hear behind them start to spill over. "'S funny," he's saying. Wen Ning slings an arm over his him and wraps even closer. "I thought, hah, I thought out of all of us it would be me who would fuck up and accidentally kiss someone, but wow, Lan Zhan! Who knew you had it in you!" His body can't seem to decide whether it wants to tremble or to sag. It tries to do both, with different parts. Wen Ning looks up from under his eyelashes to see how Lan Zhan reacts to Wei Ying's implication that he'd kiss him, and sees Lan Zhan staring solemnly back at him, the same emotion reflected. He frowns and reaches to set Lan Zhan's hand on Wei Ying's hip where his has been. Lan Zhan resists him. "Like, you guys are my best friends, you know? My best friends, and I've told you this but I mean it, and if you two want to go off and kiss I'm really really happy to let you do that I don't want to get in the way and make you not want to be around me any more because I'm--" Lan Zhan is trying to communicate something to Wen Ning with a frustrated glare and the minute tilt of his chin. Wen Ning has an inkling what it is, and staunchly ignores him, because despite the warm-butter feeling spreading over him Lan Zhan is wrong. "--and I was like, to myself, what if it doesn't break everything? But obviously that's absurd, I always break everything, and--" "Wei Ying," Wen Ning says, in desperation, as Lan Zhan gives up all pretence of fighting fair and begins attempting to shove Wei Ying completely into Wen Ning's lap. He knows Wen Ning won't try to pull away when Wei Ying needs to be held, the bastard. "If you, when you, you, you, you-- kiss Lan Zhan! Please! He wants you to!" It is an uncomfortable position to be frozen in, for the beats that follow. Wei Ying's elbow is digging into the soft part under Wen Ning's ribs, and Lan Zhan's ankle is somehow twisted underneath them all. There's a heavy thud from the apartment above; as the three of them clutch at each other and stare, barely breathing, they hear harried footsteps and the muffled tones of a child being scolded. "Ooh, someone's in trouble," Wei Ying says. And then: "Wait, no. I meant. What?" Lan Zhan is glowering in abject betrayal at the wall over Wen Ning's right shoulder. His ears are slowly turning pink. "Hhhn," Wei Ying says, like a untied rubber balloon, and then-- frantically, scrambling over their tangled legs-- It is not that Wen Ning isn't jealous of what they have, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. It is rather, to be witness to so wonderful a thing feels like a privilege. When Lan Zhan's hands come up to frame Wei Ying's face, when Wei Ying's lips part, it is more than beautiful; it is necessary. Wen Ning can feel himself grinning, wide and goofy, even as he loses feeling in his calves. It's just-- it's been such a long time, and he's-- he's happy for them. He's so happy. He's...crying? "Oh," Wei Ying says, "Oh, oh, oh," and twists in a violent motion, and Wen Ning is, for the third time in his most immediate history, completely blindsided by the knowledge of a mouth over his own. I haven't brushed my teeth, he thinks, which is a nonsense thing to think, because he did brush his teeth this morning, of course, and he hasn't even started getting ready for bed yet, and also, he had Lan Zhan's tongue in his mouth not even an hour ago, and he had Lan Zhan's tongue in his mouth and now he has Wei Ying's-- He becomes dimly aware that Lan Zhan is stroking his arm, where it's curved to trap Wei Ying flush against his chest. Wen Ning makes the executive decision to panic about this later. There are too many things happening right now to keep track of freaking out. For example: the discovery that brushing the tips of his fingers over the soft skin behind Wei Ying's ear makes him gasp and shudder all over. "Lan Zhan," Wen Ning says, amazed. It's too momentous a thing to keep to himself. "Look." He does it again, and they both watch Wei Ying's eyelids flutter. It feels like there's a volcano under his skin. "M-maybe we should stop and talk ab, about this like adults," he says. It comes out breathless. He does not want to stop and talk about this like adults. "Nonononononono," Wei Ying says, hands shooting out to fasten on their shoulders. "We did talking, now is kissing, can we do more of the kissing? I like kissing. I like kissing you. Both. Both of you." His face screws up. "You might have a point. I think I might pass out? But in a good way?" Lan Zhan looks deeply alarmed. He and Wen Ning maneuver Wei Ying so he has his head between his knees, their hands meeting over the bony seam of his spine. Lan Zhan squeezes Wen Ning's fingers. The volcano turns into a horde of extremely peppy wind-up toys. Or maybe this is what butterflies feel like? "Running," Lan Zhan says, gathering the strands of Wei Ying's hair back from his face. It takes Wen Ning a moment to understand; in his defense, he's fairly certain his brain has been forcibly disconnected. "Right, um, electrolytes. And sugar." He peels himself away (Wei Ying makes a pathetic noise, which twinges at Wen Ning's heart, but he's in good hands) and nearly faceplants on the edge of the rug as pins and needles shoot up his legs. Because Lan Zhan is a good and righteous man, he has the kind of orange juice that's full-sugar, and without bits. Wen Ning pours them all glasses just to be on the safe side, and also takes the opportunity to stick his head in the freezer and think thoughts that are not about confirming his love for his two closest friends via double fellatio. When he returns Wei Ying is sitting upright, Lan Zhan's arm around him. He refuses to drink until Wen Ning is cuddled up with them. See, Wen Ning's therapist says, as he tucks himself against the long line of Lan Zhan's body, Lan Zhan's eyebrows knitted as he rewinds the movie back to the beginning of the scene the left off on. Wei Ying slaps indiscriminately across the limbs within reach when Lan Zhan reaches the right spot; he makes the whole couch rock, and Wen Ning thinks he might burst, from loving them. Not as bad as you thought, at all. So much better.

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unraveling (Jiang Cheng / Wen Ning)

Rated Mature, Fluff, Naked Morning Cuddles

Read on AO3 or on Tumblr below

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Jiang Cheng rarely wants to get out of bed in the morning, but he's good at forcing himself to.

Although he doesn’t wake at an unbearable hour like the Lan, he isn’t a late riser, either. Yunmeng doesn’t stop moving just because the sun goes down. The earlier Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and throws himself under the current of his work, the better.

Occasionally, he will give himself the luxury of throwing himself back under the covers instead. However, that simply drags out the unpleasantness of waking up, so it's easiest to just plunge himself into the day headfirst after a morning meditation. He has the discipline for it.

Except for right now.

Right now, he is wrapped around Wen Ning, and it’s impossible to muster the will to go anywhere. Wen Ning surrounds him with his steadiness and solidness, like a warm sea of comfort, leaving Jiang Cheng unprepared for the harsh waters he must eventually dive into. Once he faces his sect, everything he wants to be defined will be uncertain, and everything he wants to avoid will form a rigid obstacle.

Here, everything is Wen Ning. No complications.

He’ll stay here for a while longer.

As his awareness trickles in, he recognizes the sensation of skin on skin that he has come to know so well, a unique version of it that can only be felt with Wen Ning. Wen Ning's skin is mostly smooth, but not pristine. His skin is scarred, marked, rough. Like the story written in the dark veins snaking across him, there is an inkling of sorrow in the stiffness that is bound to his body, and in how much care Wen Ning takes to ensure his touch is gentle despite it.

It changes Jiang Cheng, somehow. Huddled against Wen Ning like this, with his face nestled into the space between Wen Ning's neck and shoulder, their chests pressed together, Jiang Cheng feels inverted. Or perhaps inside-out. He is the soft one. The breakable one. The warmth.

As consciousness takes a firmer hold on Jiang Cheng, he notices how Wen Ning's arms fully envelop him, large hands settled beneath his shoulder blades. Wen Ning’s palms press firm against him, but his fingertips are relaxed, an open question of whether he once clutched Jiang Cheng tightly and later loosened his hold, or whether he had never quite finished sealing his grip, left midsentence somewhere between hello and goodbye.

More sensations travel along Jiang Cheng’s skin, painting a full picture of their bodies. Jiang Cheng is on his side, one arm pressed into the bed and curled against Wen Ning's chest, one over Wen Ning's side. His fingertips lightly rest in the groove between the muscles of Wen Ning’s back, just able to feel the bumps of his spine. Jiang Cheng might be wound around Wen Ning most tightly with his leg, slung across Wen Ning as if still searching to deepen their tangle.

The room is silent except for the faint chirping of birds outside. As Jiang Cheng listens, he wakes up fully, although he is still a bit groggy. Pressure settles over his temples, but not a painful pressure like his recurring headaches. Instead, it's soft and soothing, like the heavy blankets over his body. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times. Light is just starting to drip into the room, a threadlike gold at the edge of his vision, but most of his sight is filled by Wen Ning's ivory skin and long curtain of silky black hair.

Drawing in a long breath, Jiang Cheng catches an aroma he isn't used to on Wen Ning, warm and citrusy and slightly spicy. He knows that besides ensuring he is clean and neat, Wen Ning pays little attention to his appearance. If Jiang Cheng isn't there to stop him, he'll buy the first robes that fit him, the simplest pendant he finds, or, in this case, the first soap he sees. Which means that every few weeks, Jiang Cheng will suddenly sense a different scent when he buries his face in Wen Ning's hair and his neck.

Only in these first minutes of the morning, when Jiang Cheng hasn't quite built up his inhibitions, would he openly admit that it drives him insane, in an irresistible way. He doubts Wen Ning even knows the game he’s playing; Wen Ning can't smell. Although Jiang Cheng wouldn't be surprised if Wen Ning really was doing it to tease him.

Unwilling to break the stillness, Jiang Cheng closes his eyes again and sinks deeper into Wen Ning’s embrace, wishing he could fall asleep again. Several minutes pass, each moment like a tap on his shoulder, reminding him of his responsibilities. One of them is going to have to move eventually.

Trying not to audibly sigh, Jiang Cheng slowly untangles himself. But just as he begins to draw away, Wen Ning catches him and pulls him in even more tightly.

"Don't leave yet," Wen Ning murmurs.

Morning gruffness catches Jiang Cheng’s voice, so the most he can muster is a low hum of acquiescence, all too willing to let this idleness drag out as long as possible if Wen Ning so much as asks.

Wen Ning gently traces circles into Jiang Cheng's back, a way of unraveling their long slumber with some gradual movement, a much less abrupt awakening than what Jiang Cheng just attempted. Jiang Cheng lets himself enjoy the light massage, humming into Wen Ning’s collarbone when his fingers roam to an especially rewarding spot. He lets out a long breath and an unintelligible word—he’s not even sure what he means to say—when Wen Ning reaches his upper back and digs in harder.

"Alright,” Jiang Cheng says. “My turn."

It takes a shrug of his shoulders to get Wen Ning to actually stop. Then Jiang Cheng runs his fingers up and down Wen Ning's spine, straying to dig into his back muscles. He massages harder than Wen Ning does for him, providing the bite Wen Ning needs to fully feel his touch.

So far, Wen Ning has granted him a single shiver in response. That's not nearly enough. Jiang Cheng needs to hear at least a whimper, some kind of sound, proof from both Wen Ning’s body and voice that Jiang Cheng has done his job well.

Jiang Cheng nuzzles the curve above Wen Ning's shoulder, kissing his neck. Wen Ning shudders but still makes no sound—Jiang Cheng is beginning to wonder if he is purposely holding it in—so he works his way up until his lips caress behind Wen Ning's ear, sucking at the sensitive spot. That finally earns him a moan.

Wen Ning begins to pull away, about to break the morning’s spell, but Jiang Cheng tugs him back, wrapping his arm and leg around Wen Ning securely. “I'm not done,” he says, voice low and teasing.

A single chuckle from Wen Ning, and they slip back in place. This time their chests aren't flush against each other, which gives Jiang Cheng enough room to slide his arm down and cradle Wen Ning’s cock in his fingers. He tilts his head back, peering at Wen Ning's face to catch the way his eyebrows twitch and his lips part as he draws in a quick breath.

They remain like that for a few minutes longer, cuddling under the covers, Jiang Cheng gently holding Wen Ning’s cock, stroking a finger along it once in a while. Daybreak's golden light falls softly on them, beginning to fill the room.

Wen Ning meets his eyes, a hint of pleading in his glance. “When will you be done?” he asks quietly.

“Oh. Now, I suppose.” Jiang Cheng slips out of Wen Ning’s arms and sits up, turning away to hide his smirk. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He hears Wen Ning rise behind him, the mattress shifting. Just as Jiang Cheng is about to stand up out of the bed, Wen Ning’s arms wrap around him. He feels Wen Ning rest his chin on his shoulder, then a nip at his earlobe and thumbs gliding in ticklish circles up and down his sides. Jiang Cheng wriggles in mock protest.

“A few more minutes?” Wen Ning asks.

Jiang Cheng leans away enough to catch Wen Ning’s eyes. “If you do my paperwork for me.”

“Then you have to teach me how to forge your signature.” He runs a thumb over the dusting of freckles on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, then kisses it. “And write my medical records for me.” He kisses again, closer to Jiang Cheng’s neck. “And let me teach you how to forge my signature.”

He meets Jiang Cheng’s lips. The kiss is gentle, but a bit frisky for this early in the morning, sending a tingle through Jiang Cheng. He knows Wen Ning doesn't need sleep, and sometimes the benefits and drawbacks of that mingle together into what Jiang Cheng can best explain as startled delight.

“Alright, I get it,” Jiang Cheng says, unable to hold back his smile. “I was going to stay a few more minutes anyway.”

A flicker of contentment in Wen Ning's eyes. “I know that.”

They lie back in bed, Wen Ning on his back, Jiang Cheng maneuvering himself below Wen Ning’s hips. He shoots Wen Ning a sly glance before lowering his mouth to Wen Ning’s cock.

It wouldn’t hurt to drag this out longer than a just few more minutes.

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Happy Birthday to Me Pt 9

I slapped my face a couple of times and shook it hard to clear myself up.  When we went back to join the others we found that they had already cut the cake and had started to eat it. A-Yuan was demanding everyone eat some.

“It’s so yummy!!” he said happily. And then he looked over and saw me coming back and scrambled over to me as fast as he could with a piece of cake. 

“Xian-Ge! You have to!” he said, offering a forkful of the cake to me. I crouched down and gobbled up the bite with a loud “OMN” sound, making him giggle.

As I knew it would be, the cake was the most delicious cake ever created.

“Lan Zhan, you have to taste this!” I said, offering him a bit off the same fork. I barely finished my sentence before he’d taken the bite, not even bothering to take the fork out of my hands.

And then as I was considering the fact that I’d accidentally created a cliche ‘indirect kiss’ situation, the asshole had to go and lick his lips in the sexiest display I have ever seen in my life. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

I managed to smile at him as he nodded his approval at me. I REALLY hope he hasn’t noticed how much I was blushing that day. Ugh. I’m a mess. 

I took Lan Zhan’s hand after that and decided we should officially rejoin the party. Walking turned into challenge mode as it often did when A-Yuan was around, because he grabbed onto my jeans as I walked. 

I’ve had more than one close call with that kid in regards to almost kicking him in the damn face. Ugh.

I stood a bit behind Lan Zhan to hopefully hide how red and gross my eyes were from all that crying. Fortunately everyone was further distracted by SangSang asking for the first brave soul to go up to sing. 

Unwilling to stop touching Lan Zhan, I pulled on his shoulders a bit so I could rest my chin on them. I pressed my cheek against his neck and asked him what he was going to sing. 

He shrugged, which was weird with my head on his shoulders but I was not to be dislodged. This close I could feel the heat coming off his poor red ears. 

I decided NOT to remind him that this was HIS idea. XD

Surprisingly enough, it was DaGe who stomped up on stage first. Never would have pegged him as the musical type!

He further shocked and wowed the crowd by not only singing something from Frank Sinatra, or at least something that sounds like him ( I have no idea what singer sings what. Don’t AT me!) but singing it WELL! He’s got this really deep like slightly raspy kind of voice when he sings. It sounded so GOOD! Talk about a tough act to follow! Fuck I thought karaoke was supposed to be for people BAD at singing!

His song ended up competing against uproarious cheers and whoops, led by Lan Xichen and the kids who easily out-shouted us. (For such a quiet man, Lan Xichen has some PIPES when he wants to be loud!)

A-Ling and A-Yuan somehow ended up on the little podium with him so that they could cheer and dance around him. I can’t imagine they cared either way for the song, but they definitely enjoyed the excuse to scream. Clearly amused, DaGe knelt down to sing TO them, much to their delight. I couldn’t help but laugh as Wen Ning even joined in, pulling the kids a bit further away for safety and twirling in a circle with them in some fun made up dance. 

The song finally ended with a flourish and a bow and much more screaming. When he looked up he seemed to lock eyes with Lan Zhan who immediately looked ready to just book it. He looked even more prepared to bolt when SangSang joined his brother on the stage. 

And just like those creepy twins from The Shining, they asked Lan Zhan to sing with them. 

And not just sing

Oh no.

They asked him to sing Celine Dion with them. 

I may or may not have secretly taken a picture on my phone that I will cherish forever. Just sayin.

He didn’t move at all until Lan Xichen practically shoved him up there. He looked at me for help, but I wasn’t gonna pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity. No way in Hell! So I help his brother push.  Just to seal the deal I used his own words against me. The ones from when I was sick. 

“Do it for me!”

I know I’m an asshole but how could I not?

I didn’t know his spine COULD bend that much. He slumped forward onto the stage, looking utterly defeated. 

Honestly I felt so bad about it I was about to go up and pull him back, but I was too late. The song had started. 

Turns out it wasn’t a Celine Dion song. 

It was THE Celine Dion song. 

Titanic theme BBY!

DaGe draped his arm over Lan Zhan’s shoulders, probably to keep him from running, as Nie Huaisang started off the song with as much over the top passion and drama as is demanded by law for that song. He said something to him but I couldn’t hear it over SangSang’s lovely crooning. 

And then it was  Nie Duet. For once I actually could believe they were brothers! Their shit-eating grins were identical as they pingponged poor Lan Zhan between them with their nudging, trying to get him to sing too. 

Eventually he gave in and between the three of them they made the most amazing, wonderful show I’ve ever seen. Lan Zhan even got into it eventually as he and SangSang practically screamed gracelessly into the microphones.

Amazingly enough, it was DaGe who managed to hit all the high notes. Did he have fucking lessons or something? How??????

I don’t think I’ve ever come CLOSE to seeing Lan Zhan acting that… SILLY before! Oh. He ended up looking like he was having SO much fun. It was so wonderful. I wish he could have that much fun every day of his life!

He looked a bit meek again after the song ended so I hugged him tight after he got off stage. Meanwhile his older brother was pushing his way ON to the stage. Apparently it was his turn now. 

I was trying not to laugh again, afraid he’d think I was making fun of him like he clearly thought before. I didn’t do a great job of it because he told me to go ahead and laugh. “I know it’s lame.”

Oh that got me going, though not in the guffaws that threatened earlier. I chuckled at him for being adorable and told him it wasn’t lame at all. I told him I was just happy to see him acting so damn silly and that I’d love to see it again. 

He pulled back to look at me and I could only start laughing again. A real in the gut laugh. It was good. So good. It was like it cleared up the last of the sobbing I’d done earlier. I felt so much better. 

“That song though,” I said, not able to resist teasing him as I put my head on his shoulder again. “I was NOT expecting that one. Celine Dion? Really??”

And then he pinched my side. Probably trying to tickle me. It did a little but that’s a dangerous game to play when the tickler themselves is QUITE ticklish and the ticklee KNOWS it. 

I pinched him back in the exact same way he pinched me and he lept back so fast it was like a cat jumping out of a bath! And even better, he stumbled RIGHT into the peacock. (brief heart attack because the peacock had at some point stolen A-Lian from her mother, but my precious niece was perfectly fine. ) 

He gave Lan Zhan a LOOK like his patience was seriously being tested, but sighed in the end and offered him A-Lian in what looked very much like a peace offering than anything else. 

“At least you’ll be more careful with her, I hope,” he said in the most threatening tone I think I’ve ever heard from a bird. 

And then Lan Zhan proved he had no qualms with stooping to the lowest of lows by using my beloved niece as a SHIELD while calling for a truce! He held her up so she was standing on his lap and her face covered his and he wiggled her arms all adorable.

And A-Lian just gave me those doe eyes that she learned from her mother and collaborated with him!

So I did the only thing I could do. I shuffled closer, bracing one hand against Lan Zhan’s neck, and tickled my traitor niece instead. She squealed and squirmed, her face turning cherry pink! 

When MianMian and Qin Su started singing some spice girls or destiny’s child or some song or other, A-Lian started to wiggle to it even though I’d stopped tickling her. 

“You like that music?” I heard Lan Zhan say as he took her by the hands to help her keep her balance as he wiggled along with her. He sounded so warm and happy. 

But then I made a mistake. I looked at Lan Zhan again. And oh that FUCKING FEELING came back. 

No! I’m good with being an uncle! I don’t need more! 

My life is a MESS. I can’t even take care of myself! How am I supposed to think about…

But then if he was with me… 

NO!

He’s NOT with me! This is just idle fantasy and I SHOULDN’T be daydreaming about it! YOU KNOW BETTER WEI YING.

Besides even if that were… a thing. It’s kinda putting the cart before the horse. 

One step at a time. If we ever do actually make it past step one THEN we can start thinking of… what would that be. Step 15?????????????????????????????????????????

UGH.

He was looking at her with such a tender expression. It made my heart squeeze with want so hard it almost hurt. 

I grabbed a glass of wine and downed it to help keep my mind away from such dangerous fantasies. 

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids,” I said once the burn of the alcohol had settled in my stomach. 

“I didn’t know either,” Lan Zhan said. Do Lans not have kids? I suppose he’s probably spent most of his time with his brother, and he doesn’t have kids so maybe that makes sense. 

“Maybe A-Lian is just that good with adults,” he continued after a thoughtful pause, making me snicker.  I leaned in to kiss my niece’s chubby (and admittedly kinda sticky) cheek and she giggled, making my heart squeeze again. 

Then she made grabby hands at me to pick her up! ;dklsjf;saj I must have done something right because she doesn’t ask for me very often! So naturally I scooped her up immediately. Lan Zhan seemed unwilling to give her up, not that I blame him, and held her a little longer even though she was secured in my arms already. 

Eventually he did let go though, saying he was going to get more cake. I made A-Lian wave at him as he got up and asked him to bring me a slice of the cocai--cake too. 

[starshinegoblin]

A Jealous Lan Bunny

Prompt Request:  Wangxian for tickle? Where lwj is the ticklish one? Prompt List: CLICK HERE Notes: This is set in my You’re My Muse au. 

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This is a great idea, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian praised his boyfriend as he turned on their apple tv. The two of them had been working so hard lately. It’d been nice to finally have a day off just the two of them. They’d gotten to sleep in, have a late breakfast, which led to a rather long tasty shower, and them taking another nap afterwards. So here they were in some fresh pajama’s lounging on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. 

Since, Lan Wangji doesn’t like horror movies. He’d opted for disney plus instead of netflix. They were bound to find something nice and fluffy for them to watch. 

“What do you want to watch?” Wei Wuxian asked leaning into his boyfriend as he scrolled.

Whatever you want to watch. Lan Wangji signed.

“No, no, Lan Zhan, come on. There has to be one you want to see.” Wei Wuxian tried coaxing from him. He named off a few but stopped when he’d said Zootopia. Not that it surprised him that this was the movie that had caught his boyfriend’s eye. The thumbnail was of a bunny and a fox. His adorable boyfriend loved to act like he doesn’t like cute things even if they do have ten fluff balls hopping and loafing around their house. Along with other various adorable knickknacks. And well obviously, Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian kept that to himself.  

“Zootopia it is!” Wei Wuxian declared, seeing the joy in his boyfriend’s eyes. He was about to click to play when his phone on the side table start to ring. 

“Just a second, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian said moving away from him to the end of their sectional couch. A smile on his face seeing that it was Wen Ning.

“Oh, hey, A-Ning!” Wei Wuxian cheerfully greeted the other man when answering. His head was turned so he couldn’t see the disappointed look on Lan Wangji’s face. He’d hoped that their day would uninterrupted. His boyfriend was so easily distracted.  

Lan Wangji knew that he shouldn’t be upset about Wen Ning calling his boyfriend. The two were best friends since childhood. Wei Wuxian had stated that they were brothers in spirit. Plus, Wen Ning has been nothing but supportive of their relationship since they started dating. He was even trying to learn ASL...however, the deeply hidden insecurities he had, tended to make him upset with the man. 

Normally, he could push it aside but the beaming smile on Wei Wuxian’s face at whatever Wen Ning said made him feel like he’d just downed a shot of vinegar. Lan Wangji quickly got up going to the kitchen. To try and clear his thoughts while the two talked he would make them some popcorn for the movie. He liked making the popcorn in the popcorn maker that his xiongzhang had gotten them when they moved in together. So he grabbed the butter, oil, and the kettle corn popcorn kernels from the pantry. As he started making the popcorn, he hoped by the time he was done that phone call would be done too.

Sadly, this wasn’t the case when twenty minutes later, Lan Wangji stepped back into the living room to find that his boyfriend was still happily chatting away to Wen Ning. He huffed softly allowing himself to roll his eyes before he was within the other’s line of sight. 

“Ohhhh? Tell me all about it, A-Ning!” Wei Wuxian practically purred stealing a hand full of kernels out of the bowl as his boyfriend passed in front of him to sit back down. 

Lan Wangji inwardly sighed, sitting down a little bit away to give Wei Wuxian some space on the couch. He’d learn from all the other times this had happened that given the gossip he could spontaneously flail. And if the reason, he told himself was that it was because Suibian and Bichen were currently hopping around under the coffee table, that he put the bowl in his lap, it was the truth. It had nothing to do with the fact that he needed something to focus on other than their conversation. 

When another couple of minutes passed with no hope of the conversation ending, Lan Wangji grabbed the remote clicking the for the movie to start without Wei Wuxian. It might have been rude but right now he wanted to be childish. 

Wei Wuxian knew something was off. He hadn’t missed that Lan Wangji had sat further away from him when he came back. From that moment, Wei Wuxian had been only half listening to Wen Ning. His dark eyes shifting to observe that the pouty expression on his boyfriend's face as he angrily ate some of the sweet popcorn from the bowl in his lap. It wasn’t hard to guess what was wrong when Lan Wangji started the movie while he was still on the phone. 

“A-Ning, text me about it later.” Wei Wuxian said hanging up his phone. A smug expression blooming on his face at seeing Lan Wangji try to act like he hadn’t just heard him. 

“You know that was just A-Ning, right?” Wei Wuxian said putting his phone on the end table, “So there is no need to be jealous. The only Lan bunny that should be jealous should be Xichen-ge.” 

He couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped him as Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed followed by his head sharply turning to look at him. Whiskey colored eyes looking concerned. 

Why? Lan Wangji gestured. 

“Because my best friend has had the biggest crush on my little brother since high school. He’s just never said anything. Too shy to ruin the relationship he has with him now.” Wei Wuxian confessed moving to be closer to his boyfriend. 

Does your brother know? Lan Wangi asked. 

“Completely oblivious and hopelessly in love with Xichen-ge.” Wei Wuxian chuckled as his boyfriend tried to process the information. “So, there’s no need to be jealous.”

Lan Wangji’s ears started to tinge red and he shook his head in denial. His cheeks were starting to turn that same lovely shade. 

“Yes, you were Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian teased pouncing on him. His skilled fingers locating those tender ticklish spots that Lan Wangji liked to keep hidden. The bowl falling to the carpet floor as Lan Wangji tried to squirm away from his touch. He wasn’t successful with Wei Wuxian sitting on his thighs trapping his legs. Lan Wangji mouthed for him to stop but Wei Wuxian gleefully ignored him. Loving the sight of how flushed the other was from trying to get away and the wide smile from laughing on his lips, Wei Wuxian knew he wasn’t going to stop now. When the tears from laughing so hard started to fall he finally relented. 

Lan Wangji knew that his face was a mess with the too hot blush and the tears. He panted looking up at his smug boyfriend. He knew that Wei Wuxian was pleased with himself for reducing him to this state. The man loved to tease him so. He’d be preening for days. 

“Oh Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian said softly before leaning down to pepper his heated face with too quick kisses. Giving special attention to his freckles. He’d saved the lips for last, pressing a longer sweeter kiss to Lan Wangji’s. 

Lan Wangji happily responded back. He went to wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian’s neck stopped at the clinking sound of metal against glass. Which meant one of the bunnies, probably Suibian, was munching on some popcorn right now. He went to reach for the bowl turning his head to break the kiss but Wei Wuxian chased after his lips deepening it. As Wei Wuxian caught his wrist too, pinning it beside his head, the bowl was forgotten once more.

[stella-maria7]

THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: THE TANGLED HEART

Chapter 18: PREMONITIONS

Notwithstanding the time of the night when it supposed to be a full-moon, the whole sky was left lonely with not a single glistering object accompanying it. Not even one star, and bizarrely, not even a slight part of the moon. The whole sky was pitch-black.

Lan Xichen was sitting cross-legged with his hands resting atop his bended knees and his palms facing the ceiling. Stream of pale blue light encompasing him as he closed his eyes, concentrating on circulating his spiritual energy. Any of the room’s openings such as windows and door was all closed to prevent any disturbance. Not that he would be disturbed anyway. The whole world knew that eldest Twin Jades of Lan was in seclusion. Who would dare to come?

Well, people might not dare to, but nature feared no other. The gust of winds were banging on his door and windows loudly as if the storm was coming. The rattling sound continued nonstop until it successfully penetrated the room. One of the windows were forced open with a bang, letting the cold strong wind inside. As Lan Xichen opened his eyes, the blue light receding to his body. He got up and adjusted his clothes before walking to stand next to the open window.

Something wasn’t right and he could feel it. It was just like five years ago. When his brother and Wei Wuxian told him about the truth nature of Jin Guangyao, he still didn’t believe them. How could he when he had always trusted him? He breathed in the air and frowned. At the night of Jin Guangyao’s death, the air smelled just like this. At that time, he didn’t know so there was nothing much he could do to prevent what had happened from happening. However, this time was different. He needed to do something within his capability to prevent more misfortune life losses.

“I fear that I have been in seclusion far too long.” He said as he looked up to the moonless sky, face full of painful memories.

***

The window was left open to let the air in. And since the chamber was on top of the hills, it usually received strong wind than at other places. Nevertheless, the wind today was way too fierce that it was almost blowing a gale. Papers, both written and new, were flying everywhere in every direction.

A brush was laid down at the corner of the ink’s container with a sigh. Lan Qiren stopped his writing and stroked his beard. His usual frown face was still frowning now. In the next second, a puff of wind blew into the room and extinguished the lit candle, letting the darkness devoured the whole room.

In the dark, Lan Qiren wondered how much time he had left to enjoy this undisturbed tranquility old life.

***

Jiang Cheng was standing with his arms behind his back in front of the lotus pond. He stared at the pond and memories of the younger version of Wei Wuxian and himself flashed before his eyes.

Wei Wuxian and he would always skip lunch and escape to this pond. This was his brother’s favorite place since he loved eating. He would lie on the boat and eat the lotus seeds all day. And sometimes, they would toss seeds into each other mouth playfully. Then, when the sun was about to set, his sister would come to find both of them and brought them home.

How he wished he could as careless as he was when he was young. How he wished his sister were still alive. How he wished…

Right at that moment, Jiang Cheng felt the ground beneath his feet shook violently, creating ripples after one’s another on the water surface. The vibration made the lotus flowers’ petals fell all over the place, leaving a big mess with the ripples. Without bothering to open his eye, he frowned and clicked his tongue in annoyance “What is it going to be this time?”

***

At Burial Mounds, the place known for its darkness, was thought to be abandoned after the fall of Yilling Patriarch. However, if one looked closer, we saw a figure in black sitting with one knee up to his chest, eyes stared at nothing specific as they were dwelling on the past memories with the hellp of the familiar settings.

Those memories were heart-rending enough that could draw endless tears. Sympathetically, the reminiscer couldn’t shed even a single tear even though he wanted to. His body no longer listened to him.

And he was none other than the well-known ghost general, Wen Ning.

This was his second home. As well as A-yuan’s. A warmth place where they were giving second chance in life when others didn’t even get the chance to. How fortunate that A-yuan was alive. He thought his entire clan had already distinct. A-yuan. The thought of his cousin's name somehow made him relaxed. But at the same time, the mention of this name pioneered something unexpected. It was brief. Gone as quick as it came, but Wen Ning could feel it.

His heart. It beat. It was alive only a mini-second. But that mere second was enough for Wen Ning to be able to feel again. But it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It depicted a feeling of grief. Wen Ning was confused to whom was he to grief for when his entire family and clan were gone. Then he was reminded of the name he thought of not long ago. The sole survivor from the Sunshot Campaign. The only family member of his that was alive.

***

At Carp Tower, piles of papers were almost tumbling over the young Sect leader. He had been sitting at his desk for hours, going over the report, scrolling over the business transactions; albeit those piles of papers didn’t seem to decrease. The night wasn’t getting any younger yet his works wasn’t getting any lesser.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and reached for the tea set prepared for him at the end of the table. He poured out the warm tea into a cup and lifted it up to inhale the scent. It helped soothing his mind somehow. When he inched it closer to his lips, surprisingly, it slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, shattering the pottery into pieces.

Jin Ling stared at the spilled tea, which was slowly advancing towards the hems of his robes, feeling anxious.

***

“No, don’t hurt them! Don’t you dare! Stop!” Wei Wuxian stirred in his sleep. His body was shaking. Lan Zhan was playing guqin at the end of his sleeping a husband feet. A small table was placed just several strides away from the bed but Lan Wangji was way too distracted that his fingers started speeding up the playing on the strings without him knowing. The music evolved from the soft melody that sounded like a lullaby to a fast-paced tempo that was so unlike Lan Wangji’s playing.

Twang!

“A-yuan! A-Ling!”

The smallest string in guqin snapped open and simultaneous Wei Wuxian’s scream reverberated the room. Wei Wuxian was panting so hard and his eyes were unfocused. He looked sideway to the bed, the spot where his husband slept, and realized it was empty. His eyes circled the room to look for his missing half only to stopped when focusing on a white figure before him.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian got up from his bed and walked to sit on his husband’s lap. He was welcome of course, as usual. However, he wasn’t given the full attention as he’d always had. Though Lan Wangji made space for him and wrapped his arm around the waist, his eyes were focusing on something else. Wei Wuxian followed his husband’s gaze, curious to see what really drew his husband’s attention.

He gasped. “Lan Zhan, you’re bleeding.”

“Em.”

“Why did you act like it was no big deal?”

“Because it wasn’t... ”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian started to get irritated and was about to say more when the next words he heard stopped him dead in his track.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“Your guqin. I broke it.”

Wei Wuxian looked at the guqin lying on the table and mouthed an Oh. It was the one he made for Lan Zhan on his birthday. He remembered stressing over it for days on what to gift his husband when his son recommended to do something special. Like something unique that only existed between two significant people. And Wei Wuxian suddenly had the idea. With the help of Sizhui and Jingyi, he handcrafted a guqin with both of their names engraved in the middle of the wood. Wangxian. In big letters. Wei Wuxian insisted that Lan Zhan should play him lullaby using this guqin instead of his usual one, and Lan Zhan complied.

“It is not broken. The string just snapped. We can just replace a new one. Don’t feel bad, okay?” Wei Wuxian cupped his husband’s cheek in his hand and consoled him.

“I…have a bad feeling.”

“Yeah, me too. I just had a nightmare. I hadn’t had any since we were married, but tonight, it came to me. And you know that my dream are mostly turn into reality. Either the whole truth or a partial of it.”

“Em” Lan Wangji nuzzled his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck, breathing in his most favorite scent. “What did you dream about?” The sound wave and the warmth breath came into contact with Wei Wuxian’s sensitive area, making him feel so ticklish.

“I dreamt that A-Yuan’s identity was exposed. And everyone couldn’t accept it. He was being sentenced to death by the very thing his clan was so proud of. Fire, Lan Zhan. They were burning him. Alive. And he didn’t even try to fight back. It was like he let them do it. His eyes were lifeless as if he had lost the will to live. The fire started to build up, surrounding the wood beneath him. It was climbing up almost to his feet when Jin Ling ran into the ring of fire and hugged him tight. And that was the last scene I saw before the fire engulfed both of them into its flame.” Wei Wuxian almost chocked after he finished narrating his dream. He didn’t hear any reply so he thought that Lan Zhan was asleep.

“Lan Zhan?”

“It won’t come true.” Lan Wangji said in a firm voice. “I’ll…make…sure…of…it.” He trailed off as sleepiness was taking him in.

Oh, so it was nine p.m. already, he thought. Wei Wuxian somehow found peace when he listened to his husband stable breathing. Thinking back of the past, he was thankful to have given a second chance to live a life with someone who really cared for him. He remembered the moment when Lan Wangji stood against the whole world just to stand by his side, clearing his name. Sometimes he kept thinking that he really didn’t deserve to be with someone who was so ethereal like Hanguang-Jun. But fate had it this way and Wei Wuxian accepted it with both hands.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan. For everything.” He leaned down to kiss Lan Wangji’s temples.

It was a rare sight to see the infamous Wangxian couples in reverse position, but it wasn’t as less sweet as their usual one.

[restingdomface]

Hi. So. Consider: all the juniors get jealous at little A-Yuan getting buried (lol LJY is the only one who adamantly wanna get covered in dirt, all the rest are all ‘BUNNIES!!!!’) and so WangXian spend a wonderful afternoon piling squirmy bun buns over their kiddos and Lan Xichen comes to the rescue of anyone who looks like they bouta be bunny snack and Wen Ning is sitting by with a towel to clean off whoever’s dumb enough to end up in the ditch with LJY and A-Yuan.

Jin Ling def says he doesn’t wanna dirt nap but he ends up in the ditch anyways. Ouyang Zizhen can’t stop giggling cause the bunnies keep stepping on him and he’s So Ticklish and the adults think it’s so cute they keep forgetting to rescue him.

AU where Lan Sizhui gets temporarily turned into a toddler and he’s still sorta having trouble remembering actually being a toddler but this is post canon so he remembers Wei Wuxian enough to know that that’s his daddy but he also knows that Lan Wangji is his other daddy and so for an amazing glorious month they get to wake up to a toddler crawling on them and constantly begging Wen Ning to cuddle him all the time (and the elders and other juniors are sorta shocked by that one again, because they knew LSZ was attached to WN but seeing a toddler fall asleep in his arms and ask to play with him all the time seems to surreal) and Jin Ling gets to give his now baby cousin lots of kisses and cuddles and so does Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen but A-Yuan doesn’t remember them so well (he’s pretty much having issues remembering most people cause his memories from that time are fuzzy but his memories as an adult seem like a dream) so these are like new buddies and it’s beautiful.

He gets buried in both bunnies AND dirt this time. It’s traditional. This time, Uncle Xichen doesn’t argue when they start piling rabbits on him. He trusts that the bun buns love Sizhui enough not to nibble on him. Even if WWX says he’s a radish now.

He turns back into a teen again and he starts crying pretty soon and WWX and LWJ are freaking out and asking him why he’s upset and he says that he’s still having issues remembering the Burial Mounds and being with WWX the first time, but he remembers being little with this family around him and he’s just so happy to have these memories now. Many kisses and cuddles are exchanged.

[kanene-yaaay]

Hi hi hi hello hi it's juno and i am begging for 🌈 please please please please plea-

(would prefer mdzs for obvious reasons but if you have a hc of another fandom you want to share i absolutely won't object!)

Hello, Junoooo! A mdzs headcanon you want and a mdzs hc you shall receive <3

Okay, so, I was talking about that with Squeaky yesterday so, Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning has like a deeply integrained bond, right? They share a lot through it, I think!

So, get that and SMASH tickles and we will get a bunch of scenarios!! Wei Wuxian being tickled by Wen Qing during the Burial Mounds because of the little gremlin he is and suddenly Wen Ning's giggles start floating together with it and Wwx starts to feel an extra happinesss and curiosity that wasn't there before. He gets curious and poke Wen Ning's side only for both of them to jump in tickly at the same time. What a curious thing! Of course, as the genius he is, Wei Wuxian can't help but to experiment with this.

Imagine it even further!! Wen Ning being playful with the juniors during a Night Hunt only for them to gang up on him and suddenly, all the way from Cloud Recessess Wei Wuxian needs to explain to his lovely, curious, merciless Lan Zhan why he just can't bring himself from stopping to smile and laugh uncontrollably with, as it seems, no explanation. Cut to Wei Wuxian giggling even more because Lan Zhan decides that if Wei Wuxian is laughing, it should be at least by his own hands. The Juniors get delighted at the new hight that Wen Ning's squealing laughter seems to get

[ticklygiggles]

I have been craving MDZS tickle content. Ticklish!Xichen will surely be a treat. Until then, another ask. Wen Ning (best boy) + belly.

That makes us two, anon. Where's the MDZS tickle content we deserve? 😭😭

Babiest of baby boys 🥺 let me kiss his baby facey 😭

Wen Ning's tum is ticklish 🥺 I'd say it is a hot 8 - 8.5 on the scale!

Raspberries work so so good on him! Omg he giggles so brightly and his face gets so pink and since he's so shy he'd immediately cover his face! He'd try to hide his big smile as his arches his back and kicks his legs!

*screams into the void* PRECIOUS BABY! He definitely enjoys being tickled, he finds it fun and it makes him feel good that someone wants to see him laugh!

*ugly crying* I LOVE HIM

[Send a character + a tickle spot and I'll rate their ticklishness]

[ticklygiggles]

If the three sentence game is still open, could I request ler!Wei Wuxian and lee!Wen Ning? Zombie boy needs tummy tickles.

Three sentences what? :D we have lovely Wen Ning! But he's not a zombie here hehe. Enjoy~!

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"C'mon, Wen Ning! Raise your sword higher!" Wei WuXian yelled, lunging with a swing of his sword that Wen Ning was barely able to block, the blow too hard, causing him to fall backwards to the ground. "Get up!" Wei WuXian ordered, not waiting for Wen Ning to stand up, launching another attack that sent Wen Ning's sword flying out of his hand.

Now, with Wen Ning without a sword, Wei WuXian straddled him. "Try to push me off!" Wen Ning did his best, but he simply couldn't.

"I give up-" he gasped out and Wei WuXian stopped his wrestling, letting Wen Ning catch his breath. "I am s-sorry," Wen Ning mumbled, breathing heavily, his hair a mess.

"Wen Ning, you need to learn how to fight for your own survival!"

"Y-Yes!" He squeaked. "I- I know and I am s-sorry I just c- I can't..." His voice trailed off until it was an embarrassed whisper. There was no way he could ever defend himself with the sword or in close combat. He just didn't have the physical condition, or the strength. "I-I'm so sorry."

Wei WuXian let out a soft sigh. "Ah, what am I going to do with you?" He said, smiling a little to Wen Ning, not wanting to put so much pressure over his shoulders. "I think I'll have to punish you, Wen Ning."

Wen Ning panicked under Wei WuXian's weight, but he nodded. "Ah... Y-Yes. I underst-ahahaha! Hah! W-Wehehehei-Gong- ahahaha!" Loud laughter escaped his mouth when Wei WuXian's fingers were suddenly at his tummy, tickling him!

Wen Ning squealed and squirm underneath Wei WuXian, twisting his body, trying to escape his little predicament. "Gahahaha! Wei-gohohongzi! Not thihihis, plehehease!" He laughed, throwing his head back when Wei WuXian tickled the sides of his stomach.

Wei WuXian chuckled, "I'm sorry, Wen Ning, maybe next time I won't need to punish you?" He teased gently, not actually making fun of Wen Ning.

Wen Ning shook his head, letting out a clear cackle as Wei WuXian clawed at the center of his tummy. His legs kicked wildly and his hands tried to push Wei WuXian's wrists away from his tickly spot.

"I'm s-sohohorry! I'll dohoho behehette- aaaahahahaha!"

"Yes, Wen Ning. You better do!"

[Send me a lee, a ler and a tickle spot to write you a drabble!]