#demiromantic lan sizhui

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TYPE: One-shot

JURISDICTION: It’s extra fluffy with a dash of awkward angst, your honor.

PAIRING: Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang

ELEMENTS: Lanling setting, canon universe, first kiss, implied SangCheng, Lan Jingyi salivating over chicken (literally), gift-giving, Jin Ling trying to make the first move (emphasis on trying) and Lan Sizhui fixing everything as usual~

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Beautiful as their surroundings were, Jin Ling’s eyes were hopelessly transfixed on the boy in front of him—his starlight skin in the pastel light, the wonder and joy sparkling in his amethyst eyes, the way each gentle breeze danced through his dark hair and waltzed with the ends of his forehead ribbon.

Jin Ling stared at him intensely and walked further into the grove, the thick layer of petals on the ground cushioning his steps and making him feel weightless.

Every nerve in his body screamed and ached as he walked. Then jogged. Then ran.

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In which Lan Sizhui keeps disappearing during a visit to Jinlintai, a worried Jin Ling goes looking for him in all the wrong places and an embarrassing run-in with his uncle and Nie Huaisang finally points him in the obvious direction, leading to an unforgettable night.

{AO3}

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The gilded city of Lanling pleasantly echoed with quiet chatter and subtle serenades of bright chimes as Lan Jingyi groaned over his meal. “That’s the third time you’ve asked me in the past hour! I didn’t know where he was thirty minutes ago and I still don’t know where he is now.”

Jin Ling sat across from him at their table outside of the restaurant and crossed his arms. “I just think it’s weird that he hasn’t spent a single day with us since he got here.”

Lan Jingyi listlessly swirled his food around with his chopsticks, the contents of the bowl looking less appetizing each time the other disciple opened his mouth. “Are you his mother or something? It’s really not that weird, he does this all the time when we’re in Caiyi Town.”

A swift foot kicked Lan Jingyi’s shin under the table, causing him to yelp. “I’m just curious, is that a crime?!” Jin Ling slumped back in his seat and looked off to the side. “Figured I’d ask you, since you two are so inseparable.”

Lan Jingyi caught a hint of jealousy in the other boy’s tone and raised a suspicious brow. He finally shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed with an annoyed rhythm. “First of all, we’re not inseparable. Second of all, I don’t wonder where he is every moment like a paranoid wife—“

Jin Ling suddenly slapped his hand down on the table so hard, Lan Jingyi’s bowl clattered. The young Jin disciple stood and turned his back to him, looking both angry and flustered.

“Leaving so soon, Mistress Jin?” Lan Jingyi teased.

Jin Ling placed a hand on his hip and glared over his shoulder, amber eyes burning a fierce gold in the sunlight. “I’ve hit my limit of Lan nonsense for the day. Run around and do whatever you want, I’m going home.”

Lan Jingyi chewed on another piece of chicken as he watched him leave. “Home? Sure,” he snorted, “See you in thirty minutes.”

Jin Ling was too far to hear him and he definitely wasn’t heading in the direction of Koi Tower. Instead, he walked further into the heart of Lanling and thought about all of the places Lan Sizhui could possibly be.

He didn’t even know why he wanted to find him so badly but there was an unmistakable feeling of dejection and worry festering in the pit of his stomach. Dejection because he felt like Lan Sizhui might be ignoring him and worry because Jin Ling wanted to know if he was okay.

He stopped in the middle of a bustling market street decorated with colorful paper lanterns, hanging ribbons fluttering in the cool breeze and golden chimes beckoning patrons to shop with their gentle song.

Sizhui likes animals, he thought. Maybe…

For some ludicrous reason, this thought compelled him to walk towards the local butcher shop, even though Lan Sizhui’s love for animals would certainly make him writhe at the sight of them being chopped to bits.

Before Jin Ling could turn away, the butcher lit up at the sight of his Jin sect robes, high quality weapons and golden accessories, knowing there was the possibility of a generous sale.

“Young Master Jin!” the butcher called, waving a large bloody knife above his head in greeting.

Jin Ling sneered at the sight and wondered if the man had any idea how insane he looked.

“In the market for some fresh meat? I’ll give you the best cuts!”

“Not interested,” Jin Ling said curtly, waving his hand. “Have you seen a cultivator of the GusuLan clan walking around anywhere?”

The butcher raised his brows, “Ah, I have!”

Jin Ling’s face brightened as he prepared to ask him another question but his face immediately flattened into annoyance as the butcher continued.

“He was practically drooling all over my chickens, making other customers uncomfortable. Had to chase him off before he drove away all my business!”

Jingyi, you idiot.

“I see,” Jin Ling muttered, “Never mind then.” He turned on his heel and began walking off as the butcher called after him.

“W-Wait, Young Master Jin! I’ll discount the cuts just for you!”

Jin Ling ignored him and kept walking, thinking of other places to search for Lan Sizhui.

A group of giggling children suddenly zipped past him towards a vibrant stall of various toys. Jin Ling followed them and browsed the items discreetly, attempting to look as uninterested as possible until one item caught his eye.

A sky blue notebook delicately engraved with silver-leaf clouds and several playful rabbits glimmered in the sun. He picked it up and examined its quality, wondering why it was being sold at a toy stand.

“Do you like it, Young Master?”

The shopkeeper, a tiny old woman with a gentle voice, noticed his interest in the notebook and smiled.

“Is this even for kids?” Jin Ling asked.

“Not necessarily, though I suppose the older tykes would appreciate it more than the little ones,” she explained. “But I’m sure it’ll eventually fall into the hands of a child who’ll treat it as a toy. You’re the first to take such an interest in it.”

Jin Ling blushed at the reason why he was so interested, then frowned at the thought of such beautiful craftsmanship being chewed and slobbered on by some random brat. “I’ll take it.”

The shopkeeper’s eyes widened with awe and delight. “Truly? It’s a bit pricey—“

Jin Ling shot her an annoyed glare, insulted that she’d even question his wealth.

She passively waved her hands in the air. “My apologies, Young Master—let me wrap this for you!”

The shopkeeper folded a cloth around the notebook to protect it and graciously exchanged it for Jin Ling’s money.

Jin Ling now had a peace offering in case he actually did do something to make Lan Sizhui ignore him, which was what his anxiety genuinely made him believe. He safely tucked the notebook into a leather pouch on his belt and continued through the market.

He likes tea, he thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose while realizing he might not know Lan Sizhui as well as he thought he did.

The local tea house greeted him with the calming scents of jasmine, mint and ginger as he stepped inside. An enthusiastic waiter immediately ushered him to a free table and served a fresh pot of tea that remained untouched as Jin Ling scanned every inch of the tea house for Lan Sizhui.

Just then, two very familiar voices sounded from the table next to his. Both tables were separated by a dividing screen but the voices were unmistakable.

He immediately stood and whipped his head around the screen. “Uncle?!”

Jiang Cheng jumped to his feet so fast his hair ribbon came untied, thanks to a stunned Nie Huaisang who was still seated with one end of the ribbon clutched in his hand.

Nie Huaisang promptly shoved the ribbon behind him and snapped open his fan, trying to hide the blush on his face.

Jin Ling glared at him, then narrowed his eyes at his uncle. “You’re with him again? Why?”

Jiang Cheng glowered dangerously. “I fail to see how that’s any of your business. Why aren’t you training?”

Jin Ling pointed his chin and crossed his arms. “I already trained today—“

“Then go train some more—!”

“I’m looking for someone!”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes glittered with interest as he peeked over his fan. “Oh? I might be able to help with that.”

Jiang Cheng scowled. “Shut up, Huaisang.”

“So meeeaaan, Jiang-xiong!” Nie Huaisang whined and stared up at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy.

Jin Ling scrunched his nose at the ridiculous sight, legitimately wondering if he entered a tea house or the circus. “I’m looking for Sizhui.”

Jiang Cheng raised a brow. “Who?”

“One of the little Lan boys, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang clarified.

Jiang Cheng’s jaw twitched at the mention of the Lans. “We saw one earlier getting kicked out of the butcher shop—“

“The funny one,” Nie Huaisang chimed.

Jin Ling narrowed his eyes. “He’s not funny—“

“A-Ling is talking about the boring one.”

“He’s not boring!” Jin Ling snapped. “And don’t call me A-Ling!”

Nie Huaisang waved his fan in front of his face, not expecting such an impassioned response. “Okay, okay! Truce, Young Master Jin!”

“Have you seen him or not?” Jin Ling barked, clearly losing his patience.

Nie Huaisang thought for a moment then lowered his fan. “No.”

“Great!” Jin Ling shouted, voice dripping in sarcasm as he threw his hands up and turned away.

“Jin Ling!”

The young Jin disciple turned to stone at the sound of his uncle’s voice and slowly pivoted back around to face Jiang Cheng’s intense, electrified glare.

“Stop acting like a child,” Jiang Cheng scolded. “You will show your seniors respect.”

Jin Ling still wanted to protest but he frowned at the floor and slumped with defeat. “Yes, uncle.”

Nie Huaisang stared up at Jiang Cheng and fluttered his fan like a swooning maiden before looking back at Jin Ling. “Just because I haven’t seen him doesn’t mean I don’t know where he is.”

Jin Ling furrowed his brow. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” Nie Huaisang started, pausing to take a sip of his tea, “That in order to find a Lan, you must think like a Lan.”

His cryptic sentences were driving Jin Ling up the wall. Even Jiang Cheng slid back down to his seat and closed his eyes, seemingly meditating to drown out Nie Huaisang’s nonsense.

“Just think about it,” Nie Huaisang chirped. “What do the Lan’s love to do more than anything else?”

“Get kicked out of butcher shops, apparently,” Jiang Cheng muttered.

Jin Ling snorted and Nie Huaisang tapped his fan on Jiang Cheng’s head who batted it away like a vexed cat.

“I’m not talking about that Lan, I’m talking about the normal ones,” Nie Huaisang corrected.

A dismissive sound hissed through Jiang Cheng’s teeth. “Are any of them normal?”

“They like to study,” Jin Ling interrupted, ignoring their banter. “And—“ His face suddenly blanched and he mentally kicked himself for being so dense.

Nie Huaisang brightened and passed him a knowing look while Jiang Cheng’s eyes flicked between them, utterly confused.

“I have to go.” Jin Ling hastily bowed to them both and scampered off towards the entrance.

“You better be training when I get back to Koi Tower!” Jiang Cheng shouted after him.

Nie Huaisang noticed the vein on Jiang Cheng’s forehead and fanned some cool air in his direction. “Let him be, Jiang-xiong.”

Jiang Cheng grumbled and leaned back with crossed arms. “The hell was that about, anyway?”

Nie Huaisang grinned and refilled their tea cups. “Something you wouldn’t understand—not yet, at least.” He retrieved Jiang Cheng’s hair ribbon and wound it playfully around his own wrist. “How about we continue our… conversation.”

Outside of the tea house, several people moved away and watched as Jin Ling raced through the market and skidded to a stop in front of Lanling’s bookshop. He swung open the door and marched inside.

“Welcome, Young Master—“ the shopkeeper’s greeting was cut short as Jin Ling planted both of his hands on the counter and stared at him intensely.

“Lan disciple. Tall, quiet, too nice for his own good. Where is he?”

The aggressive tone of Jin Ling’s voice made the shopkeeper go rigid with hesitation. “Y-Young Master, if you’ve a quarrel with him, may I ask that you settle it outside? These books are quite fragile and—“

Jin Ling furrowed his brow. “Huh? I’m not here to fight him, I just need to talk to him.”

The shopkeeper exhaled with relief and nodded. “Right, thank you… he’s in the back of the shop, I believe.”

Jin Ling headed further into the bookshop, passing several shelves filled with scrolls, ink pots and brushes until he reached the back.

Lan Sizhui was sitting on the floor hunched over several books that were fanned out in front of him as neatly as possible. He dipped a brush into an ink pot and scribbled something on a piece of parchment, so immersed that he failed to notice he wasn’t alone.

Jin Ling crossed his arms and arched a brow. “You got enough books?”

Lan Sizhui whipped his head up in surprise, his amethyst eyes sparkling in the warm lantern light. “Young Master Jin…? What are you doing here?” His face suddenly paled and morphed into pure worry. “Is Jingyi okay? He didn’t break anything again, did he?!”

Jin Ling’s face twisted and he rolled his eyes. “He’s fine and I’m pretty sure the town is still intact.”

Lan Sizhui sighed with relief, tension leaving his shoulders. “Did Hanguang-Jun send you?”

“Nobody sent me,” Jin Ling muttered, sounding slightly annoyed. “I came here because—“ He stopped and bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to finish his sentence. “Because I wanted to see you.”

Lan Sizhui blinked at him before whispering a small, “Oh…” He folded his hands in his lap and gave him a concerned look. “Are you okay? Did you need help with something?”

Jin Ling shook his head and looked off to the side to avoid eye contact. “It’s just… we haven’t really talked since you got here and I thought maybe… maybe I did something to make you ignore me.” He mentally cursed at himself and dug the toe of his boot into the floor. “Never mind, forget I said anything, it’s stupid—“

“No,” Lan Sizhui interjected, looking up at him with a softness in his eyes and a frown on his lips. “It’s not stupid. I apologize for making you feel that way, Young Master Jin—I haven’t been ignoring you, I promise.”

Jin Ling’s eyes remained crestfallen as he peered at Lan Sizhui through his bangs.

His solemn expression didn’t go unnoticed by the Lan boy, who nodded at his books and smiled. “I know it sounds crazy but I’ve been studying. When I find something I really want to learn, I get a bit obsessed with it.”

Jin Ling surveyed the open books and lifted a brow. “So that’s what all this stuff is?”

Lan Sizhui nodded and patted the empty space next to him. “Come sit, I’ll show you what I’ve been working on. Maybe you can help me.”

The sudden invitation to join him sent Jin Ling’s heart racing but he quickly realized there was no graceful way to get to him. Lan Sizhui’s impressively large barricade of books made sure of that.

“Careful not to step on the books,” Lan Sizhui mentioned, “I haven’t paid for any of them yet.”

Jin Ling knelt down and grabbed one of the covers. “Why don’t I just close some of the—“

“NO!”

Jin Ling froze and stared at Lan Sizhui in bewilderment, not used to hearing him shout like that.

“Sorry,” said Lan Sizhui, “I’m still taking notes from that one.” He scanned the other books and pondered. “Maybe this one? No… oh! How about—eh, no…”

Jin Ling let out an exasperated sigh and awkwardly tiptoed between the small spaces, wobbling a bit off balance as he finally made it over. Lan Sizhui grabbed Jin Ling’s arm to steady him and gently guided him down to sit.

They were close enough that their shoulders pressed together and Lan Sizhui’s scent of orange blossom and cedar wood flooded Jin Ling’s senses, making him feel warm and lightheaded.

The aroma of ink and old books mixed in as Lan Sizhui dipped his brush and wrote a few notes. Jin Ling leaned over to read them and made a funny face. “Herbology?”

Lan Sizhui nodded. “I’ve been studying herbal remedies to use during night hunts in case anyone gets injured.” He pointed at one of the open books. “There’s also ways to use certain herbs for coating weapons and making them toxic to your enemies. We’d… have to use those carefully though, especially with Jingyi around. You know how he likes to touch things he shouldn’t be touching.”

Lan Sizhui laughed quietly and Jin Ling took a moment to get lost in the sound of the Lan boy’s voice, listening to him passionately go over what he’d learned.

Neither of them realized how close their faces were until Lan Sizhui turned to look at Jin Ling and accidentally brushed his nose against the other boy’s cheek.

Both of them jolted back and Lan Sizhui lifted his hand to his face, entirely forgetting about the brush he was holding. Jin Ling stared at him for a moment, then slowly broke into a fit of quiet laughter.

Lan Sizhui frowned and tilted his head. “What is it?”

“You—“ Jin Ling paused and swallowed another laugh, “You have ink on your face.”

“Oh!” Lan Sizhui reached his hand up to wipe it off. “Here?”

“Other side,” Jin Ling corrected.

Lan Sizhui wiped the other side of his face. “Did I get it?”

“No, it’s lower. By your nose—“ Jin Ling frowned as Lan Sizhui managed to miss it every single time. “L-Look, I’ll just… hold still.”

Lan Sizhui watched him curiously then blushed wildly as the young Jin disciple licked his thumb and leaned in close to clean the ink from his skin.

Something ignited in Lan Sizhui’s chest, molten and sparkling like drunken stars. All he could do was sit there and lose himself in every detail of Jin Ling’s captivating face, his amber eyes undeniably striking in the lantern light.

Jin Ling, on the other hand, noticed what he’d done and ripped himself away. He clutched at his robes above the knees and shook his bangs into his face, mortified by his own actions. “I-I’m sorry, that was—I don’t… I don’t know why I did that—“

“Is it gone?”

Jin Ling lifted his head to see Lan Sizhui smiling and pressing his fingertips to the flushed skin where Jin Ling had touched him, a dreamy glimmer in his amethyst eyes.

“It’s… it’s gone,” Jin Ling managed to mutter. He felt awkward, embarrassed and anxious but seeing Lan Sizhui’s smile settled his nerves a bit.

“Thank you, A-Ling.”

The heat invading Jin Ling’s cheeks was almost unbearable and he quickly filled the looming silence with whatever came to mind. “So… is this really all you’ve been doing all day?”

Lan Sizhui’s mind was still replaying Jin Ling’s hand on his face. The question confused him until he saw Jin Ling poking at one of the books. “Oh, um… well, not all day.” He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “The bookshop has to close eventually.”

Jin Ling gave him a suspicious look. “But you’re always gone until nightfall. Last time, you barely made it back by nine.” He lifted his chin and glared down his nose. “And don’t lie, I saw you running.”

Lan Sizhui blinked at him and laughed. “You’ve been watching me?”

“Wha—No!” Jin Ling crossed his arms and blew his bangs out of his face. “Don’t be ridiculous! I just happened to see you coming back a few times. I have more important stuff to do, you know.”

Lan Sizhui smiled fondly, unable to find the flustered Jin disciple anything less than adorable. “Of course, A-Ling.”

Suddenly, Lan Sizhui began closing all of the books and stacking them together. Jin Ling watched as the barrier of herbology that gave them an excuse to be so close gradually disappeared. He felt a pang of sadness in the pit of his stomach but did his best to ignore it.

“What are you doing?” Jin Ling asked.

“The shop closes soon,” Lan Sizhui explained. “I’ll have to put some of these back before we leave.”

Jin Ling frowned. “I thought you wanted to buy them?”

Lan Sizhui packed his notes and ink into his qiankun pouch and smiled sheepishly. “I can’t buy all of them, they’re far too expensive. But that’s okay, I don’t need them—“

“Which ones do you want?” Jin Ling interjected, picking up one of the stacks as he got up from the floor.

Lan Sizhui grabbed the other stack and stood up with him. “That’s like asking me which rabbits I’d pick out of a litter.” He laughed and shook his head. “It really is fine, I can just come back and take more notes—“

“Sizhui,” Jin Ling said, his tone resolute. “Take them to the front. I’ll get them for you.”

“But…” As much as he wanted to object, he couldn’t find the right words without sounding ungrateful. “A-Ling, I really can’t afford to pay you back—“

“I’m not doing it so you’ll owe me,” Jin Ling interrupted, sounding a bit insulted. “I want to get them for you. They’re obviously important to you, so I want you to have them.”

Lan Sizhui’s eyes softened and his entire body deflated with defeat, always knowing better than to argue with a determined Jin. “Okay.”

Jin Ling immediately lit up at his acceptance. He adjusted the books in his arms and proudly marched to the front of the store with Lan Sizhui trailing modestly behind.

The shopkeeper’s eyes went wide as the two of them placed the stacks of books on the counter, followed by a large sum of money from Jin Ling’s wallet that Lan Sizhui was actively trying not to look at.

“Have these wrapped and sent to Koi Tower, to the Lan disciples’ guest rooms,” Jin Ling ordered. “Make sure they get there by tonight.”

The shopkeeper slowly nodded, staring at the money with a dumbfounded look. “Right away, Young Master! Thank you!”

Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui exited the shop together and stepped out into the now peaceful and quiet market street as the evening sun painted Lanling in warm gold.

The fresh air helped calm Lan Sizhui, especially after being holed up in the bookshop all day. He turned to the young Jin disciple beside him and smiled. “Thank you, A-Ling. I’m not sure if this would be repayment enough but would you like to see what’s been keeping me out so long? I think you’ll like it.”

Jin Ling eyed him curiously. “We’re… we’re not gonna go talk to ghosts, are we?”

Lan Sizhui laughed and shook his head. “No ghosts, I promise. This is something special.”

An electric feeling spiked Jin Ling’s heart rate. He wasn’t sure what Lan Sizhui meant by ‘special’ but it both excited and terrified him.

“I thought about keeping it to myself but I’d like to share it with you,” Lan Sizhui added. “We should leave before the sun sets. It’s best when there’s still daylight.”

“Let’s go,” Jin Ling blurted, almost prematurely. Lan Sizhui beamed at his instant response and gestured for him to follow.

They passed through the market streets, residential districts and eventually into Lanling’s farmlands. Lan Sizhui veered off of the main road, leading Jin Ling past a large pond and through the weeping leaves of an old willow.

As they emerged from the leaves, they were greeted by a seemingly endless grove of cherry blossom trees. Sunlight filtered through the canopies and colored the grove in ethereal shades of soft pink as a rain of loose petals delicately fluttered to the ground around them.

Lan Sizhui had already gone further ahead, his white robes a striking contrast against the backdrop of deep, rich bark and blushing blossoms. A few falling petals clung to his raven hair as he spun around with a bright smile on his face.

Beautiful as their surroundings were, Jin Ling’s eyes were hopelessly transfixed on the boy in front of him—his starlight skin in the pastel light, the wonder and joy sparkling in his amethyst eyes, the way each gentle breeze danced through his dark hair and waltzed with the ends of his forehead ribbon.

Jin Ling stared at him intensely and walked further into the grove, the thick layer of petals on the ground cushioning his steps and making him feel weightless.

Every nerve in his body screamed and ached as he walked. Then jogged. Then ran.

Lan Sizhui barely had time to react before Jin Ling’s body crashed into his. He would’ve been knocked backwards if Jin Ling’s arms hadn’t wrapped around his waist and grounded him.

The Lan boy’s eyes went wide and his heart skipped a beat before racing uncontrollably, small flurries of pink petals flying off of his robes from the impact. He looked down to find Jin Ling’s face buried against his chest, a subtle bouquet of scarlet peach and clove melding with his own scent of orange blossom and cedar wood.

For a moment, Lan Sizhui worried if Jin Ling was okay but the other disciple didn’t seem upset in the slightest. He was just holding him, as though he’d been waiting to hold him his entire life.

Without another thought, Lan Sizhui embraced Jin Ling, pressing their bodies even closer together. He sunk his fingers into the other boy’s long hair, cool and soft as burnt umber silk.

The world was quiet around them, save for a gentle breeze whispering through the cherry blossoms and matching the now peaceful rhythm of their heartbeats.

As if stirring from a dream, Jin Ling lazily lifted his head but kept his eyes downcast, still too nervous to look Lan Sizhui in the eyes in case everything happening really was his imagination.

But Lan Sizhui had an immaculate talent for making things feel both dreamlike and real. It was his low, gentle voice saying his name that finally gave Jin Ling the courage to look at him.

Lan Sizhui smiled one of his impossibly charming, lopsided smiles that made Jin Ling’s heart flutter and his head spin. The Lan boy’s head was covered in petals and Jin Ling instinctively reached up to dust them off as though he’d done so a million times before.

“You’re gonna turn into a cherry blossom tree,” Jin Ling muttered, fussing over every petal while knowing it was just an excuse to keep touching him.

Lan Sizhui chuckled and tilted his head. “If I do, will you come and visit me?”

Jin Ling narrowed his eyes, exactly as Lan Sizhui expected he would. He then mumbled a quick shut up—also expected.

What Lan Sizhui didn’t expect was Jin Ling’s hands abruptly cupping his face and pulling him down into a spontaneous yet timid kiss. He froze with shock, eyes wide as Jin Ling’s lips trembled against his.

After realizing Lan Sizhui didn’t kiss him back, Jin Ling’s hands slipped from the other boy’s face. Anxiety and mortification wracked his body as he stumbled backwards and clenched his shaking fists at his side. “I… I’m—“

Just as he was about to turn and run, Lan Sizhui lunged forward and grabbed his hand. “A-Ling, don’t—“

“I’m sorry,” Jin Ling choked, eyes glossed and burning. I ruined everything, he thought. “Sizhui, I’m—“

He wasn’t given the chance to repeat his apology as Lan Sizhui tugged him into another embrace. “Don’t go,” he whispered. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

The second Jin Ling’s strained posture relaxed in his arms, Lan Sizhui felt tears soaking into the lapels of his robes. He barely pulled away to smile down at the young Jin disciple, lifting a hand to brush his hair out of his face and wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“You really know how to make someone speechless, A-Ling,” Lan Sizhui jested. “Can we try that again?”

Jin Ling nodded up at him, shivering when Lan Sizhui’s fingertips brushed along his jaw and tilted his chin. The Lan boy’s thumb gently passed over Jin Ling’s bottom lip before he leaned in close and…

The kiss was nothing like Jin Ling’s impulsive, hesitant crashing of lips.

Lan Sizhui’s kiss was soft, slow and confident, giving Jin Ling the overwhelming assurance that both of them wanted this. He stood on the tips of his toes, launching himself deeper into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Lan Sizhui’s neck and carded his fingers through his raven hair.

The blush on both boy’s cheeks had never burned so bright as they explored and experimented with angles, movements, holding each other’s face, neck, waist. Neither of them had the slightest idea what they were doing, having never kissed anyone before but they quickly found a steady rhythm with each other’s guidance.

Jin Ling let his guard fall entirely, feeling dizzy and wanted and safe in Lan Sizhui’s arms. His surrender emboldened Lan Sizhui to hold him tighter, kiss him deeper, anything to let him know how elated he was that his feelings for him were requited.

They slowly broke the kiss but stayed close, warm breaths tickling each other's skin as they exhaled. Lan Sizhui surprised Jin Ling by pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He smiled against his skin and Jin Ling stared at him in a trance, unable to look away.

A few cherry blossom petals fluttered between their faces, bringing the world around them back into focus. Lan Sizhui looked up to find that the bright evening light was now a deep orange, blanketing the grove in hazy twilight. “It’ll be dark soon,” he said, looking back at Jin Ling. “There’s one more thing I wanted to show you but I’d hate to get you in trouble with Sect Leader Jiang.”

Jin Ling recalled finding his uncle with Nie Huaisang at the tea house, knowing all too well that Jin Ling was the last thing on their minds. “Trust me, he’s occupied.” He absentmindedly played with a lock of Lan Sizhui’s hair as he continued. “Besides, he’ll only come here if I use a flare, so unless you plan on murdering me or something…”

Lan Sizhui blinked at him and laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t make a habit of murdering people I lo—“He stopped himself and nervously glanced at his feet.

“People you…?” Jin Ling raised a curious brow and waited for him to finish, his heart beating quicker.

“P-People I care about,” Lan Sizhui sputtered.

Jin Ling knew that wasn’t what he originally meant to say but it was still painfully sweet and the Lan boy was hopelessly adorable when he was flustered. “Well, good,” Jin Ling asserted, eyes narrowing mischievously. “Don’t think I wouldn’t fight back just because I like you.”

Lan Sizhui grinned admiringly, the young Jin disciple’s playfulness easing his nerves. “I’d expect nothing less. But you’ll never have to worry about that, A-Ling.”

Hearing his name in the low, dulcet tone of Lan Sizhui’s voice made the tips of Jin Ling’s ears redden and his chest flood with light. He looked down and fidgeted with one of his bracers. “So… what else did you want to show me?”

“Oh!” Lan Sizhui’s face illuminated with recollection as he broke himself out of the amorous spell they’d both been under. He glanced up at the darkening sky and smiled. “Perfect timing.”

Lan Sizhui held his hand out to Jin Ling who took it without hesitation, his mind immediately obsessing over the comforting sensation of the Lan boy’s strong, slender fingers wrapping around his own.

They moved further into the grove until they came upon a large cherry blossom tree that caved into an alcove at the base of its trunk. The two disciples sat down together and nestled into the space, Jin Ling quickly realizing the tree was giving him another chance to cozy up with the handsome boy beside him.

The wind seemed to approve of this scenario as a cold gust of night air whipped past and made him shiver against Lan Sizhui who was quick to act, shrugging off his outer robe and chivalrously draping it over Jin Ling’s shoulders. He wrapped his arm around him and held him closer as he nodded towards the grove. “Ready?”

Jin Ling mentally thanked the night for masking the blush on his face and leaned against Lan Sizhui, soaking up the warmth of his embrace.

Just then, something in the grove caught his eye. Little glowing balls of green light began flickering to life all around them—clinging to the grass, floating in the air, dappling the cherry blossoms’ canopies with ethereal fluorescence.

Jin Ling’s eyes lit up and darted everywhere, an excited smile spreading across his face. “Fireflies!”

Lan Sizhui grinned at his reaction and nodded. “They seem to like it here, probably because it’s so close to the pond—Ah! Hold on.”

He removed his arm from around Jin Ling, who frowned and huddled closer as Lan Sizhui rummaged through his qiankun pouch and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Jin Ling asked.

“I think I left my extra parchment at the bookshop,” Lan Sizhui explained. “I usually continue studying out here, but…” He glanced at Jin Ling then closed his qiankun pouch and smiled. “It’s not important, especially right now.”

Jin Ling suddenly straightened, remembering the notebook he’d bought for him at the market. A warm expression verging on bashful washed over his face as he fiddled with the leather pouch at his waist. “Um… A-Yuan?”

Lan Sizhui raised his brows in surprise, making sure he heard him right.

“Don’t get mad at me,” Jin Ling started, “But I got you something else from the market.”

The Lan boy watched curiously as Jin Ling removed something wrapped in cloth from the pouch on his belt and handed it to him. Lan Sizhui carefully unwrapped it while Jin Ling rambled nervously.

“If… if you don’t like it, it’s okay. I can take it back or you can give it to someone else or—“

Lan Sizhui’s mouth fell open upon seeing the magical cover of the notebook that emerged from the fabric—rich sky blue decorated with silver clouds and rabbits glimmering brilliantly in the moonlight. Occasional flashes of green reflected in the silver from the fireflies flitting above.

He gingerly ran his fingers along the cover and smiled, shaking his head. “How could I be mad at you? This is beautiful, A-Ling. But…”

Jin Ling’s heart sank for a moment before Lan Sizhui finished his sentence.

“It looks expensive. I hope you didn’t have to pay too much for it.”

The young Jin disciple exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding and narrowed his eyes. “You—what did I say earlier?! Don’t worry about that.” He pulled Lan Sizhui’s robe tighter around his shoulders and mumbled, “It’s… it’s just something I thought you’d like.”

Lan Sizhui gently nudged his shoulder against Jin Ling’s and beamed. “I love it. Thank you.”

Jin Ling huffed and leaned into him, watching the fireflies as the Lan boy fished his brush and ink pot from his qiankun pouch and began writing in the notebook.

Curiosity eventually took hold of Jin Ling and he looked down at the page to see a drawing of a flower he didn’t recognize, followed by a brief description:

Golden petals like velvet sun. Thorns are deceptive, soft to the touch. Defiantly grows alone but flourishes with others when given the chance. Unparalleled beauty. Inspires an overwhelming sense of euphoria when seen or touched.

He furrowed his brow after reading. “What kind of flower is that?”

Lan Sizhui looked up from the notebook with a smile. “A very special one.”

Jin Ling glanced around the grove and frowned. “I don’t see any flowers like that here.” He looked up at Lan Sizhui with a pout. “You’ll have to show it to me sometime.”

Lan Sizhui responded by leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead, making Jin Ling’s cheeks redden. “I will.”

The young Jin disciple rested his head against the Lan boy’s shoulder and watched the fireflies waltz with falling blossoms in the tranquil grove. Lan Sizhui sighed contentedly and continued writing, eyes frequently wandering to Jin Ling as he added more notes about the ‘flower.’

Sweet to taste, heaven to hold, a privilege to love—

Someday, he’ll see what I see.

{ 🖤 }

[useless-slytherclaw]

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[stiltonbasket]

Hi!! In TMAAF, is Sizhui Ace??

Yes! Here’s a brief list of aspec characters in the TMAAF verse:

Lan Xichen, Lan Sizhui: aromantic aces

Lan Qiren: romantic ace

Nie Huaisang: aromantic but NOT ace.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji: demiromantic/demisexual (tending towards asexuality on WWX's part, but not fully). There isn’t an in-verse label for this, since labels tend to deal more with absolutes (i.e., non-sex averse aces rarely use the ace label unless they choose to avoid marriage/intimacy completely, like Lan Xichen does.)

[zhuilingyizhen]

sexuality hcs | the juniors ✨

Pretty sure I did something like this before but... let’s do it again, updated!

// lan jingyi //

Before he was a disaster bi, now he’s a chaotic pan. Honestly as long as you’re chill you could probably date him.

Only realized he was pan after Sizhui came out as non-binary. & yeah, he’s desperately in love with LSZ but girls & guys are pretty hot too. 0-0

Lowkey had a crush on Ouyang Xingyun (Zizhen’s older, beautiful & overpowered sister. Oc by @yoitsamy ).

He’s cis, but crossdresses bc it’s fun to see reactions & he likes the way dresses look. Break the gender constructs!!

// ouyang zizhen //

Demiromantic & demisexual!! Panromantic, loves everyone & everything. Y’all are beautiful~

Really just falls in love with his friends. So sweet-

// jin ling //

Took him a while to come to terms with it, but jl’s genderfluid. Uses he/him most of the time but some days uses she/her. Usually will alert friends/uncle to which one it is.

Looks androgynous, doesn’t dress in anything too masc or femme.

Disaster bi, likes guys & enbies. Not into girls.

// lan sizhui //

Demiboy. Uses they/them & he/him.

Lawful demi/pan. Takes a while for him to fall in love, but when he does fall, he falls scarily hard x3.

He & ljy were platonic life partners (zucchinis) before lsz eventually realized he’s in love with him. However, lsz didn’t want to say anything, so they were going

[sizhuibattleguqin]

Lan Sizhui

︱︱︱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄.

GENERAL

name : wen yuan ( birth ),lan yuan ( given by Lan Zhan ) Lan Sizhui ( courtesy ). 

alias : none. 

age : 19 main verse , varies  

place of birth : dafan mountain . 

spoken languages : mandarin. 

sexual orientation : demisexual /demiromantic . 

occupation : gusu lan’s head disciple/ cultivator ( Sect leader -verse dependent ) 

APPEARANCE

eye color: violet . 

hair colour : black 

 height : 5′8 

scars : minor scars from training. Fine scars along both his wrists and both his ankles. 

FAVOURITE

colour : blue, gold, red . 

hair colour : no preference towards colors likes long hair on others and himself

 eye colour : again no preference. 

entertainment : music .dancing, creating talismans 

pastime : reading, research, scholarly pursuits. 

food: : curries, rice, salad with ginger dressing , almond cakes, carrots and potatoes dim sum..

drink : chai tea, green tea, water, peach wine ( in extreme moderation ) 

books : history, night hunt reports, folklore.

HAVE THEY

passed university : in modern AU yes, or is in university. .

had sex : not until he’s married !!! (Hi DAD) .

had sex in public : no gods no. 

. gotten someone pregnant : !!!! ( there are rumors in one of his verses ) 

. kissed a man : yes. 

kissed a woman : yes. 

gotten tattoos : yes, he has a star on his finger. 

gotten piercings : yes his ears . 

had a broken heart : no .

been in love : yes. 

stayed up for more than 24 hours : yes.

ARE THEY

a vigin : yes. (though also verse dependent )

 a cuddler : yes. (as fox bae)

  a kisser : yes.

a smoker : no. 

scared easily : no.

jealous easily : no. but if you break his trust it take so much to get back in his good graces its likely better to write him off as a lost cause. 

trustworthy : yes. 

dominant : yes . 

submissive : no (can switch) .

single : no.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

wanted to kill someone : yes.

ridden a beast : yes. 

have / had a job :yes (he’s head disciple ) 

. have any fears : yes.

FAMILY

siblings : biological siblings unknown if so they died ,. 

adopted siblings : Lan Jingyi . 

parents : biological parents unknown./ Hanguang Jun- father, Wei Wuxian-father  

children :Lan Xia * ( verse dependent )  

pets : in the same verse with Xia a spirit dog that Jin Ling gave Xia.  His favorite bunny ( a white bunny with black eyes. ) 

I was tagged by @divinelament (thank you so much <3 ) 

I am tagging @evcryopeneye​ (feng wu), @dreams-of-fate​ (Chun’er), @boneflowerisms​ @ 

@pcachlovc (fox bae), @ofwindsweptpines​ @holdlight​  @sworddancer​

[indulgentia]

█   ＢＡＳＩＣ   ＩＮＦＯ :

Nᴀᴍᴇ:   Jin Ling  ( 金凌 )  --  Jin RuLan  ( 金如兰 )

Wᴇᴀᴩᴏɴ:  Suihua  ( 岁华 )  --  sword. It formerly belonged to his father, Jin Zixuan, and was the only item left to him by his parents. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Fairy  ( 仙子 - Xiānzǐ ) spiritual dog that tracks down and attacks evil spirits.

Aɢᴇ:  15 years old

Bɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ:  November 21  ( Sagittarius )

Bɪʀᴛʜᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ:  Linyi, Shandong province, China

Sᴩᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ:  Human  /  Magic user

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:  Cisgender Male

Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  Demisexual  /  Demiromantic

Oᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:   Immortal cultivator  ( Junior rank )  /  Exorcist

Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ:  Lanling Jin Sect  ( Sect Leader )

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ:  Neutral Good

MBTI ᴛyᴩᴇ:  ESTP  ( Entrepreneur ) ⠀ ⠀

█   ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ   ＴＲＡＩＴＳ :

Eyᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:  Obsidian with hints of gold

Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:  Dark brown

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:  172 cm  (5′8′′)

Bᴏᴅy ʙᴜɪʟᴅ:  Athletic skinny

Nᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴩʜyꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ:  His features are described as delicate yet sharp.  He wears the peony-adorned robes of the Lanling Jin Sect, and a vermilion mark between his brows. ⠀

█   ＡＢＩＬＩＴＩＥＳ :

Uꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ:  He can perform several different types of spells with expertise and considerable high speed. He may also need books, notes and/or instruments to use more advanced sorcery, such as a Clarity Bell and Deity-Binding Nets.

Sᴡᴏʀᴅꜱᴍᴀɴꜱʜɪᴩ:  Jin Ling was skilled with his sword, teaching Lan Sizhui the techniques of the Lanling Jin Sect when they night-hunted together.

Aʀᴄʜᴇʀy:  Jin Ling used a bow and arrow during his night-hunt on Dafan Mountain.

Bᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:  Although he usually relies on his magical powers and his weapons ( including Fairy ) to get his work done, he is considerably skilled the hand-to-hand combat, mostly a result of the training as future sect leader. ⠀

█   ＢＲＩＥＦ   ＢＩＯ :

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Jin Ling was born to Jiang Yanli and Jin ZiXuan, the only legitimate son of the leader of the Lanling Jin Sect, Jin GuangShan and the nephew of both Jin Guangyao and Jiang Cheng. He divided his childhood between the Lanling Jin Sect and the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. His maternal uncle Jiang Cheng was harsh and frequently scolded his nephew for his temper, while his paternal uncle Jin Guangyao took a gentler approach.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Jin Ling was bullied for his status as an orphan. One day, he threw a tantrum so fierce that Jin Guangyao pretended to be scared and left, presumably so that he would calm down on his own. The next day, Jin Ling heard the bark of a dog outside his door. He opened the door to find Jin Guangyao kneeling with a puppy in his arms, a spiritual dog who would grow up to be very protective of Jin Ling. Jin Ling was a prideful and short-tempered junior, to the extent that his uncle Jiang Cheng claimed he had the temper of a "young mistress." As a result, he often had difficulty getting along with his peers. Wei Wuxian described him as having learned "all of his uncle and father’s faults, but none of his mother’s strengths." 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ However, beneath his haughty and angry demeanor, Jin Ling was acutely sensitive to the fact that he was an orphan. He loathed Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning for killing his father, yet slowly began to warm to Wei Wuxian after his aid in the Stone Castles, Yi City, and the Second Siege of the Burial Mounds, to the extent that he sought Wei Wuxian out after he left Lotus Pier, demonstrating his large capacity for forgiveness, one of the traits he did manage to inherit from his mother. Furthermore, After Wen Ning saved his life along with Jiang Cheng's, Jin Ling released his long-lasting resentment, reflecting that he did not know who to hate anymore. He likewise refused to believe that Jin Guangyao's kindness and good intentions were all a lie. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Jin Ling also had a strong desire to prove himself to his Uncle Jiang Cheng's strict demands that he capture a monster, to the extent that he recklessly endangered his life multiple times.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Like his uncle Jin Guangyao, Jin Ling was also quite clever and adept at noticing people's thoughts and desires. He was able to manipulate Jiang Cheng with rumors of Wen Ning to to free Wei Wuxian, as he presumed him to be his uncle Mo Xuanyu, and at the Guanyin Temple, correctly perceived that Jiang Cheng had more to confess to Wei Wuxian.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ After inheriting the position of sect leader, Jin Ling displayed a great deal of maturity and self-sacrifice. He was cautious not to involve Jiang Cheng in many disputes, lest he be considered a target by conniving cultivators. He insisted on caring for the common people and continued his friendships with the other juniors, including Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, and Ouyang Zizhen.

[weiwuxiian]

B A S I C S

Full Name: Wei Wuxian

Nickname: Wi-Fi

Age: 15 (beginning of flash back) 22 ( first death ) 35 ( upon resurrection )

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him. Doesn’t mind others.

Date of Birth: 31 October, Halloween!!! 

Place of Birth: Yiling, China

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Ethnicity: Chinese

Orientation: Pansexual Demiromantic ( actually he’s straight as a pole he’s just gay for LWJ )

Religion: None.

Occupation: Cultivator / Demonic Cultivator

Parents:  Wei Cangze, Cange Sanren ( both dead )

Siblings: None 

Children: Lan SiZhui / Wen Yuan ( adopted son; separated for 13 years; found later ) 

Relationship status: Single

A P P E A R A N C E

Height: 5′10 ( 180cm )

Weight: 133 lbs ( 60 kg )

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Reaches down to his butt.

Build: Firm, lean muscular when he was in his original body; after resurrected his build was slimmer to the point of being mildly malnourished due to the abuse the original owner of the body received from his family.

Scar(s): A brand mark on his chest, several scar marks from being beaten, both in his past life and this one.

Distinguishing Feature(s): None. His attitude is the one that distinguished him the most lmao.

Dominant Hand: Right-handed

P E R S O N A L I T Y    T R A I T S    (   W R I T E   Y O U R   O W N  I N   )

Positive: Easygoing / Adaptable / Friendly / Confident / Protective / Humourous / Righteous / Forgiving 

Negative: Impulsive / Flirty / Instinctive / Oblivious / Ignorant / Curious / Vengeful / Cruel / Indifferent / Possessive / Self-centered

tagged by: my love that is Dusk @cavaliant tagging: @lanxiichen ; @lanwaangji ; @zidianlotus ; @ardenssolis ; @godscale ; @vantagx ( Kamuy! ), @pupperofulster and steal if u want!! 

[lanwaangji]

B A S I C S

Full Name: Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan

Nickname: Wangji. Brother Lan. Second Brother Lan.

Age: 15-20 ( in teenage verse ) ; 34 ( present time )

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him.

Date of Birth: 23 January

Place of Birth: Gusu, China

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Ethnicity: Chinese

Orientation: Demisexual, demiromantic

Religion: None

Occupation: Cultivator

Parents:  Qing Heng-Jun ( absentee father, deceased when LWJ is 20 y/o )

Siblings: Lan Xichen ( older brother )

Children: Lan Sizhui ( adopted son )

Relationship status: Single / Married ( verse dependent )

A P P E A R A N C E

Height: 188cm

Weight: 68 kg

Eye Color: Golden yellow

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Pass his butt.

Build: Firm, muscular and fit. Little extra fat as he has a balanced eating diet where all his nutrients go to his muscles and training.

Scar(s): A brand mark on his chest; several scar marks on his back.

Distinguishing Feature(s): Beautiful, eyes like jade.

Dominant Hand: Right-hand

P E R S O N A L I T Y    T R A I T S    (   W R I T E   Y O U R   O W N  I N   )

Positive: Adaptable / Righteous / Protective / Loyal / Devoted / Disciplined

Negative: Indifferent / Possessive / Asocial / Dull / Expressionless / Silent

tagged by: @weiwuxiian  tagging: i have like no followers here anyway. just steal?? lmfAO

[ofsparksamidstsnow]

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◣ ♚ ◢ About Mun ◣ ♚ ◢

Hi I am Dreamy I work 40 hrs a week and sometimes overtime, I am a gamer and I have a family. This is for fun. I very much enjoy the Webseries and the Animated versions. I am a bit more touchy on the riskyness of the books--not big on the whole non consent type deal. I have read it though.

I will always get back to replies it might take anywhere from an hour to a day or two, pending on what I have to do IRL. I am very approachable, I am pretty much a cinnamon roll, so if you want to chat with me just drop me a line. I do try to reach out to other, but I am also a smol shy bean.

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I tend to write long posts, I have been doing this for a very long time on various plateforms, including Tumblr. This is my first endeavour dipping my feet in the CQL pool, so I still have my floaties on. I will always answer asks in their own thread, I will likely name them if I can think of one. I will be sure to tag your user name in the tags, this is so my partners can find their own stuffs. I do not format in the way some do mostly because I do not know how--I have been here years and never learned. I will post a new thread for an ask for me. This is to keep the Asks from getting out of hand or breaking a theme, there was a distinct problem with this before. Is it still a problem...its tumblr who knows what it is this week.

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I use icons with my posts if I can. I will always list off my resources in my tagged blog. All you have to do is look at the resources ! tag. Some I have paid for others I donated for, and some were free. I have screencapped The Untamed and so I make my own icons. You can find credits. In credits. ◣ ♚ ◢ Shipping ◣ ♚ ◢

I play Jin Ling from 15 on up , I need to stress that if I am writing Jin Ling at fifteen years old. The most you are going to get is handholding and maybe kisses, nothing to adult. A sharing of a bed is alright do not expect anything explicit to happen. Anything not safe for work, will absolutely be at 18 yrs or older. All N-S-F-W will be tagged as such. I rarely find people into the same ships so chances of that happening are very slim anyways. I am open to shipping with Lan Sizhui or Lan Jingyi or other crossover characters near his age group. If I know something about them, their world etc. I also will ship with OC's. Jin Ling does not have a preferance one way or another. I see him as demisexual and demiromantic.

To be clear I do not see Sizhui and Jin Ling as incest, because Jin Ling is a Jin neither of his parents, are related to the Wen, and Sizhui is a Wen. So that said if that makes you uncomfortable I don't suggest you follow me. ◣ ♚ ◢ Triggers ◣ ♚ ◢

If something makes you feel icky, by all means please let me know and I will tag it. I do not have any triggers personally. So just drop me a line in my ask, or poke me in messenger and inquire nicely and I will absolutely do so!

If I should feel I need to add to these I will do so

[useless-slytherclaw]

Junior Quartet head canons pt 2 (romance)

feat. zhenling and zhuiyi 

Lan Sizhui

Bi, but leans towards men.

He falls hard for Jingyi.  He has other fleeting crushes and is sexually attracted to other people, but these never compare to how he feels about Jingyi.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on when he first has a crush.  But he refuses to admit that he has a crush to anyone.  Thinks that it will go away; it doesn’t.

Loves Jingyi deeply, but is usually able to be calm about it (after about the first several months where he fumbles and flails and struggles with it).  

Occasionally he’s suddenly hit by how attractive or amazing Jingyi is and has to sit down for a bit.  (e.g. Jingyi saves him on a night hunt, smiles at him like he’s the sun, or is undressed in the cold springs)

Really worried about ruining his friendship with Jingyi over his feelings.  

He doesn’t repress his feelings; he just keeps them to himself.  He’s GREAT at concealing his feelings behind his angelic face and no one even realizes he has a crush for a long time.

Thinks Jin Ling and Zizhen are attractive but is never romantically interested in them.

Lan Jingyi

Demisexual/romantic

Entirely nonplussed when everyone his age starts having crushes and being interested in sex.  

Doesn’t even REALIZE he’s in love with Sizhui for a few years.  It’s just how it is.

Once he realizes he’s in love with Sizhui he turns into a blushing, stumbling, disaster.  It’s painful to watch.

Confides in Zizhen about his feelings because he can’t keep it to himself.  Zizhen (and the rest of the world) already figured it out because Jingyi is so obvious.

50/50 chance of him keeping his feelings to himself forever or accidentally blurting them all out at once.

Accidentally flirts with people all the time, which makes Sizhui very jealous.  

Is entirely oblivious to being flirted with.

Jin Ling

Demiromantic homosexual

It’s much easier for him to accept his sexual attraction than his romantic one.  It doesn’t bother him that he’s sexually attracted to men, but he panics when he starts falling in love.

Repeat from pt 1, but he falls in love like a cat going into a bath, angry and fighting it the whole way

Goes through a phase of having a crush on Sizhui (who doesn’t).  

Starts to fall in love with Zizhen after Yi City when he’s sitting alone at a table, and Zizhen is the only one who comes to sit with him.

After he falls for Zizhen, he originally tries to avoid him until the feelings go away (then they don’t go away)

Confesses his love for Zizhen, throws a gift at him (literally chucks it at him), and runs for it.

He gets really jealous of Zizhen’s casual crushes and occasional flirting.

Shows his love by buying Zizhen lots of stuff

Ouyang Zizhen

Pan

Has a new crush approximately every few weeks

Believes in love at first sight, but doesn’t actually experience it when he falls for Jin Ling.  He 100% thinks Jin Ling is cute when they first meet, but it takes some time for him to actually fall in love with the prickly hedgehog.

Also has a crush on Sizhui for a while (again, who doesn’t).

Writes lots of poetry about his crushes.  He has a whole stack of poetry (its a book really) about Jin Ling.  

Even when he’s in love with Jin Ling (before they are together), he still babbles about pretty looking girls and occasionally boys, which results in him sending horribly mixed signals to a very confused Jin Ling.

Won’t confess his feelings until he finds the most over the top romantic way to do so.

Probably cries when Jin Ling says that he loves him.

Part 1: General

[sizhuibattleguqin]

Sizhui Lan ( in China it is Lan Sizhui the people in Hawkin adjusted him name to American means ) Age: 17-18 in Season 4 Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Good but willing to look the other way as long as it hurts no one. ( Such as drinking or skipping ) Occupation: Hawkin's High Student. Martial Art's Instructor Best Class: Most of them he's the typical 80's Chinese boy he excellent with electronics and education. Hobbies: Dungeons & Dragons, Photography, Field and Track Team Clubs: Debate, Hellfire Club, Yearbook Staff ( Photography only ), Sci Fi Club. Sexuality: Demisexual/Demiromantic

R A N D O M  F  A C T S [*] Sizhui owns the White Box for Dungeons & Dragons and Blackmoor. He has played Chainmail but by far like Dungeons & Dragons better. [*] He has a tea that works for Hang Overs it takes away some of the worst effects. [*]He is on Field & Track he has a Letterman's Jacket [*]He is an honor student [*] He teaches Martial Arts Class after school from 5-6 he works at his Uncle's Dojo in town. [*] He also tutors but is by far more discreet about this as some people don't want to be labeled lacking in any way. [*] He is not a typical jock. [*] He has been known to get Candid photos of the school and class members [*] He believes in the supernatural and Spirits it comes from his upbringing. [*] He owns a motorbike [*] He loves horror movies ---living one not so much but hey welcome to Hawkins.. [*] He owns a computer [*] He knows how to program it [*] He's been making a Mapping Program ( which he turned to mapping Hawkins discreetly ) [*] Favorite American Food- Pizza extra cheese peperoni . [*] Favorite Drink : Starbucks Coffee ( his father buys in advance and picks it up in Seattle when he's traveling ) [*] He has two dads.