#UM ZHAN YU???

[stiltonbasket]

due to Cultivation Hijinks, lqr gets turned into a cat? He's a very regal cat with a lot of fluffy white fur. And yes, xiao-yu and the other wangxian baos are cuddling the hell out of their kitty-shugong.

Wei Wuxian, bouncing out of bed to feed the Jingshi kittens to find an enormous white cat in their basket: Um, Lan Zhan.

Lan Wangji: Yes?

Wei Wuxian: You know how we keep acquiring babies?

Lan Wangji, wondering if Wei Ying found a baby on the porch: ....Yes?

Wei Wuxian: The kittens seem to have done the reverse and acquired a mother. Somehow.

Lan Qiren:

[sakurajjam]

E aí gente! Poderiam me ajudar com algumas sugestões de fcs chineses masc que seja +26? Tentando entrar pra esse novo leque de fora da bolha. Iria ajudar muito

Olá, docinho de cereja! Estou fazendo um compilado de todos os garotos que nós já divulgamos por aqui, espero que te ajude.

dai jing yao (1993)

hu yi tian (1993)

ni han jin (1994)

liu hai kuan (1994)

xu kai (1995)

zhang xin cheng (1995)

ding yu xi (1995)

wang zi yi (1996)

dai gao zheng (1996)

luo yunxi, ator (1988)

zhu yilong, ator (1988)

jing boran, ator (1989)

wei zheming, ator (1990)

yang yang, ator (1991)

yu bin, ator (1991)

xiao zhan, ator (1991)

deng lun, ator (1992)

gong jun, ator (1992)

wu jiacheng, x-nine (1993)

liu haikuan, ator (1994)

ding yuxi, ator (1995)

lin yanjun, nine percent (1995)

ren hao, ator e r1se (1995)

wang haoxuan, ator (1995)

xu kai, ator (1995)

zhu zanjin, ator (1995)

chen bohao, ator (1996)

qian kun, nct (1996)

wang zhuocheng, ator (1996)

wen junhui ou jun, seventeen (1996)

yan an, pentagon (1996)

zhu zhengting, nex7 e nine percent (1996)

bi wenjun, nex7 (1997)

dong sicheng ou winwin, nct (1997)

huang xinchun, nex7 (1997)

wang yibo, ator e uniq (1997)

wang ziyi, solo e nine percent (1997)

xu minghao ou the8, seventeen (1997)

cai xukun, solo e nine percent (1998)

dylan wang, ator (1998)

song jiyang, ator (1998)

yao chen, r1se (1998)

zhang yanqi, r1se (1998)

[promochinaterror]

Most Wanted Chineses

Quer pensar em um personagem chinês, natural da nossa cidade de Shiwang, mas não sabe quem?

Segura essa lista dos nossos most wanted que estará disponível também na central.

Edit: Seguem fcs que possuem a etnia chinesa, não necessariamente nascidos na China.

femininos

Tzuyu

Guan Xiaotong

Dilraba Dilmurat

Bai Lu

Crystal Liu

Angelababy

Hebe Tien

Zhao Lusi

Kelly Yu

Ni Ni

Gillian Chung

Xu Jiaqi

Wang Fei Fei

Amber Kuo

Amber Lio

Kuo Beating 

Victoria Song

Crystal Zhang

Liu Yufei

Qiao Xin

Handong

Meng Jia

Crystal Zhang

Zeng Mengxue

Yuqi

Shuhua

Gulinazha 

Zhou Jieqiong

Cheng Xiao

Xuanyi

masculinos

Xu Kai

Cai Xukun

Zhu Zhengting

Zhou Yiran

Zhai Xiaowen

Aaron Lai

Wang Hank

Chen Zheyuan

Yang Yang

Jay Chou

Yao Chi

Chen Xiao

Andy LAu

Cheng Yi

Wang Yibo

Zeng Shunxi

Liu Xueyi 

Bai Jingting

Zhang Linghe

Gong Jun

Deng Wei

Zhang Wanyi

Xiao Zhan

Jing Boran

Wei Daxun

Fan Chengcheng

Huang Minghao

Bi Wenjun

The8

Chengxin Ding

Espero que possa ajudar vocês!

[lvcdrms]

➹ + xiao zhan

➹ for a character created on the spot

talvez. só talvez. eu não consiga decidir entre dois possíveis ocs, então vamos lá.

li yu

26 anos, príncipe mercenário.

faz muito tempo que eu quero um oc baseado no ji chong de the wolf, porque o xiao zhan estava um deleite no papel e ele foi a melhor parte do drama... enfim! falamos de um rogue, o que muitas pessoas pensam quando falamos de mercenário ou caçador de recompensas. alguém disposto a cometer uns crimes em troca de uma quantidade suficientemente agradável de dinheiro, afinal tem que usar suas exímias habilidades com armas e a sua lábia para alguma coisa. aos olhos da maioria das pessoas, li yu é alguém inescrupuloso e hedonista, que só serve a seus próprios interesses, e sua única moral é o que for mais interessante para si mesmo. e isso é... parcialmente verdade. a verdade é que ele tem, sim, uma ética e uma moral muito bem-delimitadas, mas a única pessoa que as dita é a própria cabeça dele. agora, se alguém sente que ele não tem respeito algum pelas autoridades, é porque ele não tem mesmo, e não se envergonha do fato. e se sentem que ele é boêmio, hedonista, self-indulgent, que acha que as alegrias da vida estão em coisas mundanas como uma saborosa taça de vinho e uma bela pessoa (de qualquer gênero) em seu colo... é porque isso tudo é 100% verdade. sim, ele gosta dos prazeres da vida e odeia tédio. sue him.

agora, o que poucas pessoas sabem é que ele nasceu em berço de ouro, um dos príncipes do reino vizinho. pena que o pai sempre foi um canalha inescrupuloso. a verdade é que li yu tinha princípios demais para o homem, e isso sempre foi fonte de conflitos entre ambos. esses conflitos, entre outras coisas, muitas vistas como traições e desacato à autoridade de um homem já paranoico, culminaram com a retirada do título de li yu. destituído de seus títulos reais e militares, ele fugiu para as terras mais próximas e teve de recomeçar de algum lugar... e trapaça e sacanagem davam mais dinheiro que qualquer trabalho honesto que conseguisse. e, ei, ele só trapaceia com nobres e ricos, nosso robin hood! eles que se entendam entre eles. enquanto isso, li yu volta à fronteira dos pa��ses regularmente para tentar ajudar um vilarejo a se reconstruir. um vilarejo que, ele sabe, foi impactado por suas próprias ações, ainda que ele estivesse só cumprindo ordens. a culpa disso ele vai guardar pra sempre.

alternativamente...

yuwen qingxuan

29 anos, imperador

the gilded cage! heavy is the head that wears the crown! onnomnomnom nessa casa amamos clichês. e esse é o famoso clichê do personagem para quem o poder é um fardo, uma condenação. qingxuan não nasceu com ambição no coração, mas nunca teve muita escolha. ser declarado herdeiro do trono era a consequência natural de ser o único menino que seu pai conseguira gerar... mesmo que sua mãe estivesse longe de ser a imperatriz. e mesmo que a imperatriz e outras concubinas de mais alto escalão (até o nascimento de qingxuan, claro) jurassem que ele fora escolhido, que o imperador desistiu tão facilmente, por conta da predileção por sua mãe. as origens menos que humildes da mulher, antes uma cortesã, não ajudavam.

desde seus primeiros passos, qingxuan foi treinado para seguir os caminhos de um imperador. todas as suas aulas eram pensadas para torná-lo o melhor político possível. o melhor guerreiro também, embora a saúde física de qingxuan não fosse lá das melhores, e ele foi logo ensinado que isso era algo que teria de manter sempre em mente para que não fosse usado contra si. ao mesmo tempo, a mãe encargou-se de arranjar um tutor que ensinasse ao filho a arte da a politicagem de um jeito que os tutores formais da corte dificilmente fariam, fosse porque ser franco seria considerado demasiado vulgar, fosse porque seu pai, apesar de tudo, e apesar da adoração pelo menino, jamais confiaria nele tanto assim. queria lhe passar o trono, mas não tão cedo. não queria morrer por outra coisa que causas naturais, veja bem.

qingxuan nunca teve a chance de saber o que queria, pois a escolha nunca foi lhe dada. a autonomia nunca foi lhe dada. desde cedo, também aprendeu outra coisa: que teria de pertencer a todos, menos a si próprio. pertencia ao reino e seus interesses políticos, pertencia ao povo. mas não reclamaria muito dessa parte. seu lado idealista ainda sonhava em, um dia, se devesse herdar o trono, ser o melhor imperador possível. alguém que pudesse trazer melhorias reais à vida das pessoas. e, hoje, faz o que pode, tentando ter a humildade de se encontrar com os súditos em pessoa quando possível e ouvir suas demandas. também investe significativamente na arte e nas ciências, e, desde que assumiu o trono, poderia se gabar que o estado tem florescido sob sua administração, se consolidado como um hub cultural na região. a verdade é que sempre achou algum prazer na pilha de livros que era obrigado a ler. e a verdade é que qingxuan mesmo é um poeta, com uma série de versos escritos desde a adolescência... mas estes ele não assina com seu nome, é claro. apenas circulam por aí sob um pseudônimo.

ainda assim, o fardo da coroa é pesado e não o deixa dormir direito à noite. quanto mais considerando as múltiplas tentativas de assassinato que sofreu durante a noite. ainda tenta domar a corte caótica que tem, mas não é pulso firme, ou quiçá tirano, o suficiente para isso, então lhe resta ter jogo de cintura. calcula todos os movimentos que pode quase que obsessivamente. e talvez com o tempo ele tenha, sim, passado a se perguntar como seria ter coisas como liberdade e autonomia. talvez escreva também por isso. mas são apenas sonhos. qingxuan também fez as pazes com seu harém, ou ao menos acha. já viu o suficiente para começar a pensar que, francamente, se nenhuma das mulheres tentar matar a ele ou matar umas às outras, está tudo bom demais. até agora, tudo parece estar sob controle, a não ser que algo tenha sido escondido dele. ao mesmo tempo, ainda precisa encontrar uma imperatriz, e sabe disso, pois todos insistem em lembrá-lo incessantemente.

e acho que ele funcionaria bem com um plot de casamento arranjado (tava pensando nesse gifset quando comecei a escrever), mas também de amor proibido!

[pesquisakowloon]

mods, vcs ou alguém da tag poderia recomendar mwm e mwf chineses e/ou taiwaneses?

vou responder com alguns que eu conheço, mas deixo em aberto pra quem quiser comentar mais opções.

além dos nomes que eu citar, vou deixar linkado aqui a tag de um tumblr que vive postando resources de fcs e afins e pode ser que algum te dê uma ideia: chineses e taiwaneses.

mwm: wu yuheng (1996), luo yunxi (1988), wang yibo (1997), xiao zhan (1991), dylan wang (1998), xu minghao (1997), zuan - ozone (1999), zixiang - ozone (1999), cai xukun (1998), lin yanjun (1995), zhu zhengting (1996), wang ziyi (1996), xiao gui (1999), fan chengcheng (2000), justin huang (2002), li quanzhe (2001), lu han (1990), zhang yixing (1991), jackson wang (1994), mark tuan (1993), liu haoran (1997), wang ziqi (1996), hou minghao (1997)

mwf: nana ouyang (2000), tzuyu (1999), xu jiaqi (1995), xong xueer (1996), dai meng (1993), ju jingyi (1994), lu keran (1995), fei qinyuan (2001), wang yi - snh48 (2001), zhou shiyu (1998), zheng danni (2001), xie yurong - pink fun (1999), quan xinping - pink fun (2000), chiayi/phoebe - pink fun (2001), cindy - hur (1995), erin - hur (1999), hanna - per6ix (1998), jessie - per6ix (1998), mila - per6ix (2001), zhao lusi (1998), yu shuxin (1995), cheng xiao (1998), bai lu (1994)

os que eu coloquei o grupo do lado é porque seria difícil achar pesquisando apenas o nome, mas o resto eu chequei e vocês acham tranquilamente. inclusive peço perdão por ter mais diversidade nas meninas que nos homens, sou ruim com os garotinhos.

[pesquisafam]

Mwfc pras famílias não coreanas?

Opa, puxa um banquinho aí pra nos acompanhar que a lista é grande, anon!

{ Se você encontrar algum artista problemático nesta lista, nos avise para que possamos retirar a indicação. Na primeira triagem não encontramos nada de criminoso em nenhum deles, mas é impossível ter 100% de certeza já que não acompanhamos a fundo todos eles. }

Australianos:

F: Olivia DeJonge (26), Katherine Langford (28), Josephine Langford (27), Natasha Liu (29), Kaitlyn Dever (27), Miah Madden (22), Margot Robbie (33), Mia Wasikowska (34), Phoebe Tonkin (35), Claire Holt (36), Emily Browning (36), Cariba Heine (36), Indiana Evans (34), Aisha Dee (31), Milly Alcock (24), Breanna Yde (21), Mali Koa (33), Lily Sullivan (31), Adelaide Kane (34), Courtney Eaton (29), Duckie Thot (29).

M: Troye Sivan (29), Kid Laroi (21), Jacob Elordi (26), Chris Hemsworth (40), Drace Montgomery (29), Luke Hemmings (28), Calum Hood (29), Charlie Evans (21), Brenton Thwaites (34), Levi Miller (21), Sam Corlette (28), Nicholas Hamilton (24).

Brasileiros:

F: Klara Castanho (23), Valentina Herszage (27), Alice Wegmann (28), Bruna Marquezine (28), Larissa Manoela (23), Bella Campos (26), Agatha Moreira (32), Letícia Salles (30), Letícia Colin (35), Marina Ruy Barbosa (29), Camila Queiroz (29), Duda Santos (23), Isadora Cruz (27), Bia Santana (21), Juliana Nalu (26), Sophia Abrahão (33).

M: Pedro Novaes (28), Chay Suede (32), João Guilherme (22), Xande Valois (22), Maicon Rodrigues (26), Nicolas Prattes (26), Gabriel Leone (30), Jean Paulo Campos (21), Caio Manhete (25), Pedro Goifman (21), Sérgio Malheiros (32), Alfred Enoch (36).

Chineses:

F: Esther Yu (29), Zhao Lusi (26), Dilraba Dilmurat (32), Yukee Chen (32), Kabby Hui (30), Ningning (23), Xiaoting (26), Xiaoye (26), Song Yuqi (26), Shuhua (25), Zhao Jinmai (22), Bai Lu (30), Xing Fei (30), Zhou Jieqiong (26), Wang Meng Yu (28).

M: Leo Wu (25), Hu Yetao (25), Chen Feiyu (24), Wang Anyu (27), Zhang Linghe (27), Dylan Wang (25), Liu Haoran (26), Chang Yi (33), Yang Yang (32), Xiao Zhan (33), Fan Chengcheng (26), Cai Xukun (26), Lin Yanjun (29), Zhang Hao (24), Renjun (25).

Tailandeses:

F: Davika Hoorne (31), PP Pundeeree (26), Namtan Tipnaree (27), Faye Malisorn (30), Becky Armstrong (22), Freen Sarocha (26), Lingling Kwong (29), Orm Kornnaphat (22), Urassaya Sperbund (32), Namtarn Pichukkana (33), Emi Thasorn (26), Mint Thishar (25).

M: Earth Pirapat (31), Gun Attaphan (31), Tay Tawan (33), Apo Nattawin (31), Jeff Satur (30), Off Jumpol (33), Boss Chaikamon (25), Fort Tithipoom (24), Blue Pongtiwat (25), Gulf Kanawut (27), Gawin Caskey (27), Joss Wayar (29), Joong Archen (24).

[rqs902]

interviewer: what kind of stage would u like to present to your fans? 

akey: our new song

lin mo: a girl group dance, since we promised our fans

zhan yu: a stage where im wearing a wet white tshirt and dancing 

jin fan: singing while playing the piano

[mr-linmo]

[190425] Zhan Yu fantaken | cr. 戀愛飛行丨展羽

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!!! The untamed? (Also your writing is amazing thank you for sharing it)

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6

Jin Zixuan is alive.

Wei Wuxian hasn't run into him, but gossiping servants haven't failed him yet. He don't know why that surprises him more than Shijie, but it does.

He can't fight well, anymore, or maybe it's just that he can't fight for long. That part hadn't been clear, but the derision from the minor clans is obvious enough that servants are gossiping about it. Then again, it's not like the Yao and Ouyang have ever been subtle. He had expected better from the Yu.

His wedding to Lan Zhan is tomorrow, the curse mark on his arm is bigger than it was when he woke up, and he still doesn't know why he's here.

Sneaking out of his window past the guards is easy. He doesn't have a destination in mind, he just wants to clear his head, and he can't do that surrounded by the obsessive gold draped over every inch of his rooms.

He really hadn't expected to find his little brother drinking underneath the gazebo.

Wei Wuxian runs his eyes over Jiang Cheng eagerly. His face hasn't changed much, but his presence has. He seems more centered, like a lotus with it's roots buried in the earth rather than cast upon the current.

Or course, he doesn't look like much sitting on the ground, his robes dirty and rumbled and a wine bottle held in a white knuckled grip, but Wei Wuxian has seen him in worse shape.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng snaps. He's been drinking for long enough that his cheeks are red with it.

Wei Wuxian considers and discards several appropriate responses before holding out his hand and saying, "It's rude not to share."

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrow, but then he snorts and holds out the bottle. Wei Wuxian grabs it eagerly, tipping the bottle to swallow three large mouthfuls and rubbing his sleeve over his chin to catch what had managed to escape.

He holds the bottle back out to him, but Jiang Cheng stares at him and doesn't take it. "What?"

"Nothing," he says, taking the bottle back.

Wei Wuxian sits down across from him, sprawling in a way that he probably shouldn't now that he's a girl but it's not like anything about this interaction is proper to begin with. "I know why I'm drinking, but why are you?"

"Same reason, probably," he snorts. Wei Wuxian only has a moment to panic over Jiang Cheng and Mo Xuanyu's star crossed romance before he continues, "I can't believe he's getting married."

"Lan Z-Wangji?" he asks, hoping his brother doesn't notice his slip up.

"The way he carried on after, and he won't even fucking speak to me, but now he's going to bow to you?" His sneer melts into a frown. "No offense."

"None taken," he says faintly. "Um, so you - you and Lan Wangji were-"

"No!" Jiang Cheng's disgust shouldn't be comforting. It wouldn't even matter, really. He can't stay in this body forever, so his arranged marriage to Lan Zhan is going to be short. He'll be free to marry whoever he likes once his wife is dead.

It's too bad Mo Xuanyu hadn't known Lan Zhan. He would have helped her, if he could, and maybe she wouldn't have felt desperate enough to summon him into her body.

Wei Wuxian clears his throat. "Okay."

"It's a long story," Jiang Cheng mutters, hugging his legs and resting his chin on his knee like he used to when they were kids.

Wei Wuxian wants to lean against his side and mess with his hair and promise to fix whatever is upsetting him. But he's not Wei Wuxian, he's Mo Xuanyu, and Jiang Cheng wouldn't accept that from him even if he knew who he was. There aren't any cliffs around her, but the Jin's stupidly long stairs would probably work well enough with how weak this body is.

Something of his dark thoughts must show on his face, because Jiang Cheng says, "You don't have to - he won't hurt you, or anything. He's not like that."

"There's more than one way to be hurt," he says, because he's pretty sure marrying Lan Zhan is going kill him one way or another.

Jiang Cheng raises the bottle in a toast, takes a sip, then passes it over to him.

If he was getting married as himself, this is how he'd want to spend the night before the wedding, with his brother and wine and a beautiful, crisp clear night.

He takes a long swallow and pretends just for one moment that this is real.

[killerandhealerqueen]

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Literally anything from when I wrote for the Devil Judge. Pretty much all of my fics in that fandom blew up, especially the first fic I had ever written Wait, We're Married?!. It has so many hits and kudos, it's almost a little ridiculous

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Um...I wouldn't say any of my fics were hard on me, but there were a few fics that I wrote where I'm like...damn that's dark. I think the fic that answers this question is You're Safe Now. The prompt for it originally was dark anyways, but then I had to take it to like...the next level and I'm just like...mm. That's a little dark even for you.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Tattoo on My Arm and In My Heart - this fic was so self indulgent but I love it. The idea for it literally came from watching a BTS video of Chen Yucheng and Quan Pei Lun and I noticed that Chen Yucheng had a tattoo on his forearm. It was like my first tattoo artist fic but I loved it and I had fun writing it

Stolen Hearts - another Junchun fic and I'm kind of sad this one doesn't have more kudos because it's like Prince!Zhan Junbai x Thief!Yu Tangchun! What's not to love? But I'm happy with how it turned out and I really enjoyed the ending of it

(But I'm also not surprised that these have not as many kudos; I think I'm one of the few rare people who write Junchun fics and Junchun fics never get as many kudos as Yuezhi fics. But that's okay. I still love writing them and will keep writing them)

let's get ((REAL)) fic writer asks | send me asks

[mattos19]

Wangxian

Wei Wuxian estava se sentindo triste naquela manhã, seu braço e costas doíam e o garoto apenas queria ficar em sua cama, no entanto assim que entrou pelos portões brancos da escola cheia de alunos abriu o melhor sorriso que pode e tentou fingir que estava bem, como em todos os outros dias.

Lan WanJi caminhava pelos corredores observando se algum aluno faria alguma infração naquele dia, ser um dos monitores da escola e ainda responsável pela detenção não era uns dos cargos mais amados, mas o Lan se esforçava para fazer o correto, mesmo que sempre receba olhares feios dos outros estudantes. Depois que o sinal tocou, estava fazendo sua última vistoria de sempre quando encontrou Wei Wuxian sentado em um canto dos corredores já vazios, seus olhos fechados enquanto seus dedos batiam em sua perna no que seria o ritmo da música que escutava em seus fones de ouvido.

"Vá para a aula!" Ordenou Lan Wanli ao parar na frente dele e tirar um dos fones.

"Lan Zhannnnnnn" Reclamou Wei Wuxian olhando para cima. "Não seja tão cruel, me deixe aqui somente mais um pouquinho" Sua expressão parecia de um cachorro desolado, fazendo o coração de Lan Wanji saltar uma batida.

"Va para a aula Wei Wing" Insistiu o encarando até o garoto de olhos prateados suspirar e se levantar, no entanto Lan WanJi percebeu que sua postura estava diferente, os movimentos mais cuidadosos e travados que o normal. Percebendo seu olhar, Wei Wuxian deu uma risada forçada e apressou-se para a sala.

Naquele mesmo dia voltaria a ver o garoto de olhos prateados, mas não da forma que gostaria, sua coluna estava curvada e apoiada na parece, olhos fechados e respiração pesada, claramente sentindo dor. As aulas haviam acabado e Lan WanJi decidiu ficar a mais para pegar algo em seu armário do vestiário antes de ir embora quando ouviu a respiração pesada em um canto escondido.

"Wei Wing?" Chamou baixinho preocupado.

Assustado, Wei Wuxian o encarou endireitando a coluna e colocando um sorriso forçado no rosto.

Novamente. Lan WanJi não gostava disso.

"Lan Zhan! Que surpresa, o que faz aqui a esta hora?" Perguntou com suas mãos expondo sua ansiedade.

"Wei Wing, tem certeza que está bem? Lan WanJi estava angustiado, não gostando da situação, mesmo assim deixou que ele escapasse quando este insistiu que estava bem e foi embora do vestiário.

Esta situação se repetiu nas últimas quatro semanas, como se fosse o destino insistindo que sempre fosse Lan Wandi quem encontrasse Wei Wuxian sem sorrisos e com dor.

Cansado de o ver sofrendo dele, foi até sua casa, sendo recepcionado por uma mulher de meia idade de cara feia, que foi grossa quando perguntou sobre Wei Wing.

"Aquele bastardo está de castigo, por isto vá embora." Expulsou, batendo a porta em sua cara.

Wei Wuxian estava com dor, muita dor. Chegou na escola mais cedo para que pudesse fugir de Madame Yu e se esconder embaixo da arquibancada do campos para não precisar fingir que estava tudo bem e sem perceber acabou dormindo, quando acordou notou que estava deitado, sua cabeça encostada em algo macio, abriu os olhos para ver o que era, levantando de susto ao perceber que estava deitado nas pernas de Lan Wanji

"Lan Zhan, desculpa mesmo, não queria atrapalhar." ria nervosamente, ignorando o quanto seu coração batia forte no peito e seu rosto ficava vermelho. "É melhor irmos para a aula, senão vamos ficar com falta."

O Lan, ao contrário do que Wei Wuxian esperava, não o deixou levantar totalmente, o fazendo deitar novamente em suas pemas.

"Já perdemos metade das aulas Wei Ying" disse gentilmente como se não fosse o respeitado aluno exemplo do Cloud Recess que estivesse perdendo aula para ficar escondido embaixo da arquibancada com ele.

"Como assim perdemos metade das aulas? Que horas são?" Preocupado pegou o celular do bolso da calça e realmente era verdade. Como poderia ter dormido tanto!? "Temos que ir para a aula Lan Zhan." Disse para ser impedido de novo.

"Não, Wei Wing tem que descansar" Sua voz era firme deixando claro que não iria ceder, ainda cansado suspirou alto e se deixou ficar acomodado, sem perceber dormindo novamente, no entanto, diferente da primeira vez acordou na enfermaria, sem a camisa e com o torço enfaixado. Assustado olhou para todos os lados, se acalmando involuntariamente quando viu Lan Zhan sentado ao lado de sua marca.

"Por que estamos aquí?" Perguntou sem querer se levantar desta vez.

"Por que você ficou com febre e quando estava tentando acordá-lo começou a reclamar de dor nos braços e costas" Lan Zhan parecia incomodado enquanto relatava o que aconteceu, seus alhos indo entre Wel Wing e a janela ao lado. Ful ver como estavam e o trouxe direto para ca Sua voz foi sumindo enquanto seus olhos estavam distantes "Quem fez isto com você Wel Wing?

"Ninguém". Mentiu desviando do olhar dourado, de repente querendo fugir dali.

"Claro que foi alguém, você pode dizer a mim quem foi, quero ajudar você Wei Wing." Sua voz tinha uma preocupação visível, mesmo assim Wei encarou outro canto e sussurrou:

"Não preciso de ajuda Lan Zhan, obrigada" Tão baixo que somente quem estivesse perto poderia ouvir.

Ficaram em silêncio depois disso, até que a enfermeira chegasse e Wei Wing corresse sem dar explicações. Em casa Lan Zhan perguntou ao irmão o que fazer, pois todas as vezes que tentava ajudar, Wei Wuxian fugia.

Lan Xichen também pareceu não saber muito, aconselhando para que tivesse paciência com o colega e ficasse perto dele caso este deixasse e que perguntaria ao seu tio como seguir da melhor forma possivel.

Determinado esperou encontrar Wei Wuxian no dia seguinte, mas este não apareceu, nem no dia posteriores, tentou ir na casa dele mas ninguém atendia, nem mesmo conseguiu conversar cam Jian Cheng que aparecia pouco na escola, e quando vinha estava estourado e atordoado o tempo todo. Nem mesmo seus amigos tinham noticias, todos tão preocupados quanto ele

Deprimido foi fazer sua patrulha quando viu seu tio e irmão conversando na entrada da diretora, a conversa parecia séria, tentou passar discretamente para não atrapalhar mas foi vista e chamado por eles.

"WanJi"

"Irmão"

O comprimentaram.

"Tio, irmão. Tem algo que possa ajudar?" Seu tio raramente vinha à escola, tendo se aposentado da diretoria a dois anos por causa da idade, o deixando curioso para saber o que seria tão urgente.

E foi desse encontrou que descobriu o que houve com Wei Wing, em como ele morava com a familia de amigos do pai dele, mas que por rancores antigos a esposa, Madame Yu, maltrata Wei Wuxian com frequência, sem que os próprios filhos e marido da mulher soubessem. Como Lan WanJi levou o garoto a enfermaria, depois que foram embora naquele dia a enfermeira ligou para os pais de Wei Wuxian para falar dos remédios que deveria que tomar para dor, ficando surpresa pelos dois não entenderem do que a enfermeira falava e indo diretamente pegar um voo para encontrar seu filho.

Houve uma grande confusão entre as familias ate que eles tiraram Wei Wuxian da casa e denunciaram Madame Yu por maus tratos mesmo que Jian FengMian pedisse para pouparem sua esposa

Agora Wei Wuxian tinha voltado com os pais para sua cidade de origem, foi dito que ele ainda quiria continuar os estudos em Cloud Recess mas os pais não deixaram. Mesmo triste Lan Zhan teve que admitir que o melhor agora para o colega seria ficar com os pais e se cuidar.

"O tio irá vê-los no final de semana para ver como o filho da Sr. Sanren anda e pedir desculpas pessoalmente, já que ele é amigo da mãe de Wei Wuxian e se sente em parte responsável pelo ocorrido, mesmo não tendo como prever isto"

"Xichen, se eu fosse mais observador e cuidadoso com os alunos e mostrasse mais assistència a eles talvez isto não acontecesse por tanto tempo"

Seu tio estava sendo muito exigente consigo, mesmo parecendo frio sempre prezou pelo cuidado aos alunos para que tivessem um ótimo ensino e encorajamento, saber que um aluno de sua instituição sofreu tanto para ele significava uma falha em criar um ambiente acolhedor e confiável. Indo embora depois de cumprimentar os sobrinhos, começou a planejar as mudanças para a escola enquanto via a visita que faria aos Wei's.

"WanJi fique tranquilo que Wei Wuxian ficará bem." Tranquilizou Xichen antes de ir para sua aula. Cabisbaixo também foi a própria aula, torcendo para que a semana passasse logo.

Quando o sábado chegou logo cego ele e o tio estavam no avião, e no que pareceu uma eternidade para WanJi chegaram a casa dos Wei. Um homem simpático atendeu a porta e logo sua esposa chegou a sala para lhes oferecer chá, eram os pais de Wei Wing, mas ele não via o outro, nem escutava algum barulho na casa que poderia indicar que estava ali Cangse Sanren ao perceber a ansiedade do garoto foi pegar um prato com bolo e lhe deu.

"Você poderia levar isto ao meu filho? Ele é um dorminhoco e se deixar acaba perdendo o cafe da manhã." Seu sorriso era tão radiante quando o de Wei Wing, não conseguindo recusar a oferta.

Balançando a cabeça pegou o prato e seguiu as instruções para chegar ao quarto dele. Quando bateu a porta percebeu que estava aberta e com como não escutou nada entrou no quarto, onde viu seu Wei Wing deitado sobre as cobertas, encolhido e...

"Wei Wing..."

Lan WanJi deixou o prato na estante próxima a porta e foi direto para seu Wei Wing, abraçando ele sem pensar enquanto este surpreso para de chorar e tenta se afastar sem sucesso.

"Lan Zhan?" O reconhecendo deixou que seus braços o envolvessem. "E você mesmo?"

"Sim, sou eu." Confirmou apertando ainda mais o garoto.

"Você deve achar que sou um idiota chorando escondido aqui" Sua risada era fraca enquanto tentava de limpar o rosto molhado com uma das mãos.

"Não, não acho" o abraçou mais foi, se isso fosse possivel "Wei Wing pode chorar a vontade"

Wei Wuxian queria argumentar contra, mas viu que Lan WanJi não aceitaria suas tentativas de fingir que estava tudo bem, assim se deixou sentir e chorar Wei Wuxian estava cansado, não queria preocupar os pais por isto sempre tentava se mostrar bem e sorridente, mesmo quando o corpo dola e as feridas ardiam e cocavam.

Lan Wanji ficou com ele por um bom tempo, não somente para o consolar mas conversarem, se atualizarem do tempo que estavam longe e assim pouco a pouco Wei Wing foi abrindo um sorriso timido, sem tanta dor em seus olhos. Quando Lan Zhan teve ir embora os pais de We Wuxian em segredo perguntaram se ele podería os visitar amanhã também, já que fazia tempo que seu menino não ficava animado e disposto, com a autorização de seu tio ele foi e assim sempre que podia visitava Wei Wuxian conversavam todos os dias por mensagem e vídeo e Lan WanJi sempre ficava feliz ao ver como Wei Wing parecia cada vez melhor e que a terapia que começou o vazia bem também,. No começo foi dificil de convencer o garoto a ir, mas depois de muita insistência conseguiu o convencer e fazê-lo continuar.

Lan WanJi soube que Wei Wuxian conseguiu ser aprovado em uma bolsa de estudos de música em um conservatório de Yilling e fez questão de ir visitá-lo para comemorarem juntos. Naquele dia saíram para ver um filme e quando voltaram tiveram seu primeiro beijo, ambos tão sorridentes e felizes que até os pais de Wei Wing notaram a áurea apaixonada mais que o normal dos dois e provocaram o casal até ficarem tão vermelhos como tomate e Lan Zhan finalmente para de enrolar o filho deles e o pedir em namoro.

Tiveram vários encontros de idas e vindas até irem morar juntos, muitos diziam que tinha demorado mas ambos achavam que tudo estava acontecendo em seu tempo.

Felizes juntos planejavam o casamento e quem sabe futuramente a adoção de um pequeno para completar a familia.

FIM.

Espero que tenha gostado da leitura❤️

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Prompt for renouncement verse. At some point before the Oh my god this is a real marriage moment, when Wei Wuxian realizes Lan Qiren doesn’t see him as a nuisance at best, and a dark spot on Lan Wangji’s sparking reputation at worst. (Or, if you feel so inclined, is forcibly made to realize that Lan Qiren cares about him, since it seems the key to making Wei Wuxian realize these things is through aggressive validation.)

(author’s note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

In all honesty, Wei Wuxian wasn’t expecting his marriage to be received very well by the Lan sect. He expected that the elders would all be against it, starting with Lan Qiren; but the elders clearly weren’t against it, because they were the ones who wanted him to marry Lan Zhan in the first place.

(He still hasn’t figured out why, of course, but that’s beside the point.)

But in much the same way, Wei Wuxian assumed that the rest of the world wouldn’t care whom he married. He doesn’t have any special privileges or rights as the Chief Cultivator’s spouse, and the title Zewu-jun bestowed upon him is only a formality; all he does in the Cloud Recesses is mind his own business, so why would anyone outside Gusu Lan care about his presence at the conference?

“What does it matter if you’re not doing anything wrong now?” a tall, well-built youth from Baling scoffs. “You’re here, aren’t you? That’s just proof that you--that you seduced his Excellency for your own ends, and now you’re going to take over the sects through him, since you couldn’t do it with your dark cultivation!”

Wei Wuxian hasn’t seduced anyone, since he’s one of the only chaste married men in the world, but he can’t exactly say so to this idiotic young master. “Do your sect leaders know you’re here?” he sighs, too exhausted by the day’s debates to bother arguing. “I can send a butterfly to fetch them, if you’re lost.”

“See that!” someone from the Pingzhou Cheng sect snaps. “He even learned the Jin sect’s messenger butterfly technique! That’s secret knowledge, and--”

“My brother-in-law taught me,” Wei Wuxian says idly, tapping his fingers on Chenqing and grinning when the boys in front of him blanch and take a step backwards. “And Jin Guangyao taught him, sometime after they took their vow of sworn brotherhood. Now, do you mind getting out of my way?”

“You ought to do his Excellency a favor and take yourself out of his way!” one of the youths in the back yells. “Have some shame, Wei Wuxian!”

Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to reply--this time by pretending to call Wen Ning, just to see the boys squirm--but someone else wearing white and blue appears before he can say anything, whipping out a familiar ferule and throwing himself in front of Wei Wuxian.

“For shame!” Lan Qiren barks, cracking his ruler over the boys’ heads until they howl and back away. “What grounds do you have to say so to the Chief Cultivator’s husband, and the father of his children--and what sort of ingrate speaks against another’s marriage, when your own clans were honored at the event as courtesy demanded? Never, in all my days, have I heard such blatant discourtesy--now begone! I will be having words with your sect leaders, make no mistake, and you will be serving punishment for your behavior if you have the face to attend the Lan lectures with your clan in the spring!”

Cowed, the young men bow hurriedly and flee as quickly as they can, holding their bruised heads as they go. Lan Qiren scoffs and tucks his ferule back into his sleeve, and then he takes Wei Wuxian by the sleeve and hauls him back down the corridor towards the banquet hall.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Shufu,” Wei Wuxian offers, while Lan Qiren’s pale face turns purple with fury. “I didn’t mean to--”

“Sorry, indeed!” Lan Qiren snaps. “If Wangji were to hear of this--well, I will tell him all the same, since you are his husband and under his care, and it is his duty to defend your honor. I am sorry that I had to hear my own family insulted in my presence, but what do you have to be sorry for?”

“They really didn’t say anything about Lan Zhan, though!” he protests. “They just said they he was, um, fooled into marrying me, and it’s a reasonable thing to believe when Lan Zhan is so good, and I’m...”

“You are good for Wangji,” his uncle-in-law scolds, in no uncertain terms. “You are a good senior to the little ones, and an excellent father to A-Yuan and Xiao-Yu, and your presence in the Cloud Recesses has cheered Wangji up immensely, not to mention Xichen. I do not wish to see you tolerating such disrespect again, Wei Ying. Is that clear?”

Winded, Wei Wuxian nods and almost trips over the high threshold to the banquet hall. “Clear as day, uncle! This discip--nephew will reflect, and endeavour to handle the situation more prudently next time.”

“See that you do,” Lan Qiren sniffs. “Now, go back to Wangji, and don’t wander away again. And for heaven’s sake eat something, you're as pale as a sheet.”

And with that, he sweeps away towards the Lan side of the feasting chamber, leaving Wei Wuxian to gather up his glittering skirts and return to his husband’s side.

“Xingan,” Lan Zhan says anxiously, taking Wei Wuxian’s hands and guiding him down onto the gilded seat at his right. “Where did you go? I only turned around for a moment, and then--”

“Xiang-gong,” Wei Wuxian returns (because he does like to make Lan Zhan smile, even if they don’t have that sort of marriage, and he’s allowed to like it.) “I’m sorry, Lan Zhan. I got distracted.”

“Do not leave my side again,” Lan Zhan scolds. “Here, take some of the noodles.”

He picks up a few spicy noodles with his chopsticks, and holds them to Wei Wuxian’s mouth in front of everyone: not even bothering to hide his hands with his sleeve, like he does whenever he eats, as if everyone was supposed to see this!

“Shameless!” Wei Wuxian whispers, as he takes the mouthful. “Lan Zhan!”

“My sweet husband,” Lan Zhan whispers back. “Eat.”

Wei Wuxian nearly blushes himself to death on the spot.

(But that’s been a regular feature of his marriage so far, so he survives. Unfortunately.)

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15.

[ return key; wangxian college au ]

Wei Ying has been loitering in the lobby for five minutes already. He’s managed to get through the door because the lady entering before him held open the door, which was nice of her but also very unsafe since he does not live in the building. He’d caved two minutes in and texted Lan Zhan so he can’t even leave now.

“Wei Ying.”

Lan Zhan is standing by the elevators. He’s dressed in a cozy sweater and soft pants that could be considered sweatpants only because this is the lobby of Lan Zhan’s apartment and he only stepped out the door because Wei Ying was being annoying and showed up unannounced.

“Ah, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying tugs at the collar of his dress shirt. He’d tried to look nice tonight. Even brushed his hair and everything. But of course he ended up chickening out in the end. He’d told Jiang Cheng he was going to stop by the liquor store. He never made it to the store. It’s fine, he figured. Yu-ayi definitely wouldn’t miss him, and anyway, Yanli-jie is bringing Jin Zixuan this year, so that will be enough of a distraction that no one will even care he never showed up.

They go up to the apartment. Lan Zhan is silent, but Wei Ying can feel curiosity and concern radiating off him. He doesn’t ask. Lan Zhan is kind like that. And Wei Ying is the asshole who is taking advantage of it once again.

Lan Zhan’s brother is in the kitchen when they come in. He blinks in surprise at Wei Ying, but it quickly melts into a smile. “Hello,” he says in Mandarin. “Wei Ying, right?”

“Ah, hello,” Wei Ying replies clumsily. He rubs the back of his neck. “Um, you know what? Maybe I should go after all. I don’t want to impose on your dinner.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. He turns his brother.

Lan Xichen smiles at the both of them. He has a really nice smile, but Wei Ying cannot read the man at all. Not like he can read Lan Zhan and his microexpressions. “We have quite a lot of food, actually. I believe I ordered a few extra dishes in case I had to work overtime. It would be lovely if you could join us for nianyefan. We’re used to having three at the table, aren’t we, A-Zhan?”

“Mn.”

“I--Uh. If you’re sure,” Wei Ying says.

“Why don’t you both go wash your hands and then come help me plate the rest?”

New Years’ Eve dinner with the Lans is strange. It’s quiet for the most part, both brothers abiding to the ‘no talking while eating’ rule. For the special occasion, they’ve turned on the tv to one of the Chunjie programs. Wei Ying laughs into his fish at some of the performances. Lan Xichen smiles more freely, but Wei Ying also catches Lan Zhan hiding a smile or two into his own bowl. It’s strange, nothing like the rowdy jokes and over-the-table arguments in equal parts at the Jiang dinner table. Still, Wei Ying finds himself enjoying it.

Later, when the leftover dishes are cleared away and the dirty dishes are loaded into the dishwasher ("I thought all dishwashers in chinese households were glorified dishracks,” Wei Ying says. Lan Xichen laughs. “Only for today,” he says, “the dishwasher gets a promotion.”), Wei Ying sits on the couch next to Lan Zhan. There’s a basket of oranges in front of them. Lan Zhan is currently peeling one with quick, practised movements.

“Hey, Lan Zhan?” 

“Hm?”

He has so many things he wants to say. Not enough words to encompass it all, to fully express just how much he feels about this boy beside him, this boy that hands him peeled oranges with care and invited him into his home for new years’ dinner without hesitation. Instead, Wei Ying says, “Your brother didn’t have to give me a hongbao, too.”

“Mm. He wanted to.”

“Aiyah. I’ll have to treat you both to dinner some time.”

“Only if Wei Ying wants to.”

“I want to! You’ll have to convince your brother to come, too!”

Lan Zhan hands him another orange. He gives Wei Ying a tiny smile. “I will,” he says. “Xinnian kuaile, Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying separates a tiny orange slice. He holds it out to Lan Zhan. “Happy new year, Lan Zhan.”

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we have GPS and yet, we're still lost by onlysayitonce

Gremlin WY on his wedding night. Haha

Quotes:

Wei Ying has pulled open all the many layers of Lan Wangji’s robes, dropping several to the ground in an untidy pool of fabric around their feet. A few gauzy layers rest on Lan Wangji’s shoulders, pulled open, and Wei Ying is staring at the device fastened around Lan Wangji’s pelvis.

“The Lan chastity belt,” Lan Wangji prompts him.

“The Lan chastity belt,” Wei Ying repeats. “Of course.”

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Wei Wuxian chuckles. This is a disaster. He’s going to be sent home before he even gets to consummate his marriage. Madam Yu is going to flay him alive. He decides to throw himself at the mercy of his new brother. Hopefully Lan Xichen can give him advice, or at least a swift death. “Yes, he wanted a scroll. See, there was a- a malfunction.”

“A malfunction,” Lan Xichen repeats. He’s starting to look less concerned and more flatly unimpressed. Wei Wuxian can see where he’s coming from, but the Lans agreed to this marriage months ago, they have nobody to blame but themselves for marrying Lan Zhan off to a walking disaster.

“Yes, the um. The belt malfunctioned. You know.” He gives a bit of an eyebrow wiggle and gestures vaguely to his hips. “The belt.”

M, 5000

Summary:

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian meet for the first time on their wedding day. The ceremony is unremarkable, but the wedding night does not go as planned.

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Things that fanfics pretty much always get wrong about WangXian.

Lan Wangji is gay. Um, no. He's actually demisexual pan, and demi romantic. I know people don't understand this and are almost never willing to think of this demography as a part of the wheel, but yeah. They (we) exist. There are people who've never felt any sort of romantic or sexual attraction to people, except for maybe one person? Or two? The whole thing about Lan WangJi was how he was famously ascetic. That's literally his arc, breaking his untouchable-ness for that one person. His one person. And the proof of this is how he never thinks twice about the body Wei WuXian was in. It could've been a girl that resurrected Wei WuXian, and the moment Lan WangJi knew, he would've shifted his perception to that and dragged Wei WuXian back to Gusu. I'll even go as far as to say that he might even be a sapiosexual, which as one myself I totally feel like he is, because he is almost always, completely turned on when Wei WuXian is being a smart ass.

Wei WuXian is almost always a flamboyant gay or bi. Um.. No? I mean his entire arc was literally flirting with girls and then there is Lan Zhan. Like literally he's like I wanna travel with Lan Zhan like my parents did, and we'd live in one house and he'd do the weaving and I'd do the farming, and we'd spend our retirement like that, and then holy shit this body has turned me gay! How does that translate into being gay? Or bi? He's actually always shown to be very flirty with girls, but never holding any attraction or romantic feelings for anyone? Also why do fan fics always make him flamboyant? Don't get me wrong, but except for when he's actively attempting to act like a lunatic cut-sleeve, he's actually a very simple guy? Even when he was under Jiang Cheng, he was very dramatic with his gestures, yes, but he was still dressed very practically and simply? That's literally his whole, ya know, aesthetic?

Wei WuXian crying. I get this. Trust me, we all want to see characters who are more emotional, but canonically, unless like he was a baby who was facing down dogs larger than him, he cries twice in the whole book: once after YunmengJiang burns down, and second after Jiang YanLi dies. And I won't lie, I hate when I see fictions where he just you know, cries at the drop of a hat. I totally click out of it. I'm always like why are you butchering his fucking character! Why is it so hard to show that a person is angry or sad without them crying? Between Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian, I'd say Lan WangJi is the one who cries, because he totally cried after Wei WuXian confessed. Wei WuXian on the other hand was just very emotional? But not crying? I just wanna tell the fan fic authors, there are so many other ways to show that the character is feeling something very powerful without them crying. Explore.

Wei WuXian is tiny compared to Lan WangJi. Um. No. This is a factual no. In his original body, Wei WuXian was 2cm shorter than Lan WangJi, which is a negligible height difference, and in the Mo XuanYu body, he was 8cm shorter than Lan WangJi, which is like about 3/4th of a head difference depending on the head size. So if you're writing a fanfic where either Wei WuXian doesn't die, or is a modern fanfic, don't make him fucking tiny! Don't call him the shorter man or Lan WangJi the taller man, or that he looked up to Lan WangJi or Lan WangJi bent down to kiss him. None of that is needed for that height difference!

Jiang Cheng needs therapy and cuddles after the book ends. Which, I won't lie, I won't deny entirely, because every single one of the cast needs therapy after that, but yeah no, Jiang Cheng is literally one of the last people I'm sympathetic towards. And I have good reason for that. Hear me out. Since we're reading the book from Wei WuXian's perspective, we don't feel the passage of time, but it was 13 years for the rest of the people. 13 years to move on from that whole shitz of the Nightless city massacre, and almost everyone does. To a great extent. Even Lan WangJi. They all move on with their lives without hanging on to dead people, because that's the thing about living. But not Jiang Cheng. Even 13 years later he defines his life by Wei WuXian, and that is so fucking unhealthy I can't even. And I cannot feel sympathy for that. For obsessing so hard over one person who has died, in one of the most brutal of ways, more than a decade ago. He CHOSE to hold on to that. To that hatred. When Wei WuXian says after the second siege, what else can I give you. I have died once, and not even my body remained on this earth, its not a plea to ask for forgiveness. It's literally him pointing at the fact that he died and their all consuming hatred should have died with him. Because after that, he's not responsible. When Jiang Cheng ruined relationships in his life after Wei WuXian's death, it wasn't Wei WuXian's fault, because then, moving on was his duty. Blaming Wei WuXian for all the miseries in his life 13 years after everything ended is literally pathetic. And I won't apologise for thinking that. Yes, Jiang Cheng is painfully human, but he's the extremity of humanity that we're all warned against. The fandom collectively condemns the father of the Twin Jades of Lan, for obsessing over his wife a decade after her death, and still do not think of how Jiang Cheng is the repetition of that in the present life. The emotion may have been different, the method and behaviour different, but the outcome the same.

Wei WuXian is insecure and believes the worst about himself. Okay this we need to have a conversation about, because yes, this is something that most people think is canonical, but like the whole "thirteen years of inquiry", is not. And if you believe in this, I can't blame you either. But here's a reason why I believe it's not.

After the whole slaughtering the fake XuanWu of slaughter, when Jiang FengMian and Yu ZiYuan have the fight and Jiang Cheng is like, my father hates me, Wei WuXian responds with "my parents are real people in this world, and I don't want anyone assigning me to their households." Which to me just sounds very confident and proud of his blood and family. And a lot of that credit for that confidence should go to Jiang FengMian, who took a broken street boy and taught him how to be comfortable in who he is and comfortable in his place in the world. And when he did not have something, he was taught that he could fight for it to get it. Yu ZiYuan did not teach Wei WuXian that. The streets did not teach Wei WuXian that. Jiang FengMian did. And its doing disservice to that teaching about self-worth if you think anything otherwise.

Everytime people blame Wei WuXian, he fights against them. Be it verbally or physically. Wei WuXian is very aware of his actions, and he takes them knowing the consequences they could give rise to. Example, saving the Wen remnants and defecting from the Jiang sect. But never once, not even after his resurrection, does he ever think he was wrong. Yes he knows he crossed a line when Jin ZiXuan died and then the Nightless city massacre followed with the death of Jiang YanLi, and he feels guilty and responsible, but never once does he think he was wrong in saving and standing up for the Wen sect remnants. His whole thing is the path to hell is paved with good intentions. Like literally. Saying that he believes the worst about himself is casting a doubt in his believe in doing good.

After they get married, when they overhear how Lan Qiren is gonna lose it if Lan WangJi doesn't return, Wei WuXian is the one who suggests that they should go back to the GusuLan, and that Lan WangJi should smuggle him in and hide him with the jars of emperor smiles, and if that doesn't work then they can just leave. What we're supposed to take from that is that he's so confident in his relationship with Lan WangJi that he knows, push come to shove, Lan WangJi would chose him. Saying that he is insecure, is literally making a mockery of their relationship, which did not happen overnight. It grew gradually. During the second siege, when he asked Lan WangJi to stay with him, that was him, from his perspective being like let's fight, if we die, we die together. And then for readers to go on and say that he could be insecure in a relationship with a guy who was willing to die with him and willingly ruined his reputation for him is so ridiculous to me.

Um I feel like I should apologise if I offended any of the fanfics writers, you guys are great! But I just felt like these are things that needed to be out there in case someone forgot what the actual book feels like.

[megalodont]

For the trope subversion meme, can I please ask #1 for Xicheng ship?

No. 1: shovel talk

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Lan Huan was nervous. 

Though he had met most of Jiang Cheng’s family by this point in their relationship, his parents had always been off limits. Every time Wei Ying asked him when he’d bring his boyfriend to a Family Dinner Jiang Cheng would mutter “hopefully never”. Lan Huan tried not to take it personally—he knew it was a big step—but Jiang Cheng was good at reading him, and eventually he realised that his boyfriend was hurt by this. He’d huffed and immediately called to tell his mother to expect an extra guest next time. It had warmed Lan Huan’s heart, and he had ridden that high all through the week. 

But now it was Sunday and he was nervous.

When Jiang Cheng had introduced him as his boyfriend to Jiang Yanli Lan Huan had received a perfumed hug and a heartfelt welcome to the family. Wei Ying had received the news with mixed amusement and delight that Lan Huan would be his brother-in-law twice over. Both times he had expected to be warned not to hurt Jiang Cheng ‘or else’, and both times such threats had failed to materialise. Based on Wei Ying’s fear of his adoptive mother Lan Huan expected that this was because they were leaving such things up to Yu Ziyuan.

Jiang Cheng’s demeanor wasn’t helping his anxiety either. He had been silent on the car trip over, not even rousing himself to swear at other drivers, like usual. Now they were sitting in silence, apparently psyching themselves up to go inside. Jiang Cheng’s jaw was clenched so hard Lan Huan swore he could hear his boyfriend’s teeth protesting.

“Fuck, okay,” Jiang Cheng said under his breath just as Lan Huan was about to ask if he was alright. He threw open the door to the car and stalked out, squaring his shoulders like he was about to walk into court. Lan Huan hurried after him, taking his hand as much to support Jiang Cheng as soothe himself. 

Jiang Fengmian answered the door. “Oh, you must be Lan Huan!” He greeted warmly. “It’s lovely to finally meet Wei Ying’s brother-in-law! We’ve heard a lot about you. Come in!” The amiable man turned to lead them into the house. He had not looked at his son once. Lan Huan frowned. “Wei Ying’s brother-in-law?” He turned to Jiang Cheng, who was glaring at the welcome mat like it had personally offended him. “Did you not tell them…?” 

“They know,” he said gruffly, and pushed his way inside. 

Lan Huan had forgotten some of his nerves in the face of that pleasant but confusing interaction, but they came back full force when Yu Ziyuan met them in the dining room. She gave Lan Huan an assessing once over that made him want to straighten his clothes. Her laser sharp eyes lingered judgmentally on their clasped hands.

“So. You’re the boyfriend,” she said.

“Yes, Ms Yu. I am Lan Huan, Jiang Cheng’s boyfriend and Lan Zhan’s brother.”  

“You’re older.”

“A couple of years, yes.”

“Other family?”

“Only my uncle.”

“Hmph. And you do what?”

“I’m a paediatrician.”

“A doctor,” she said. It appeared to be rhetorical, but he nodded anyway, swallowing. 

She turned to Jiang Cheng. “You better not fuck this up.” Lan Huan stiffened in shock. Jiang Cheng didn’t. “God knows why the heir to the Lan fortune, a doctor of all things, would want to settle for you, but you had better not ruin the one thing you’ve done right in your life. Your father was ecstatic when he heard Lan Huan might join the family, as though he hasn’t adopted enough orphans. If you do anything to upset this man, if I hear he has so much as frowned in your presence, they’ll never find your body, am I clear?” 

Jiang Cheng was staring straight at his mother, but he didn’t speak. Jiang Fengmian drifted in to place a bottle of wine on the table and smile at Lan Huan as if he was not aware of the dressing-down his wife was giving his son. 

“Ex...cuse me,” Lan Huan said, fingers tightening on Jiang Cheng’s when Yu Ziyuan’s glare turned on him. He hated confrontation, but he hated listening to this more. “But, um, there’s no mystery as to why I fell in love with your son. He’s incredibly hardworking, it’s really inspiring. He has a kind heart, a strong moral compass, and he makes me smile every day. He treats me better than anyone I’ve been with before. There is no need for you to—to threaten him over it. In fact, I—” He broke off. He knew what he wanted to say to her, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. It was too much, entirely out of character for him. Lan Huan finally glanced over at his boyfriend to find Jiang Cheng watching him in shock. His jaw was finally unclenched—in fact, he was almost gaping, as though Lan Huan defending him was something unbelievable. His eyes were soft and vulnerable as they hadn’t been the entire visit, and they shone over-bright. 

Lan Huan wasn’t nervous anymore.

He turned back to Yu Ziyuan and met her shocked glare. “In fact, if you speak about him like that again, they will never find your body.”