#ic‚ nie huaisang.

[youthslost]

they're settled in a quiet corner of huaisang's aviary, enjoying the sounds of nature together as a reprieve from da-ge's wrath. he'd had a particularly unpleasant meeting that morning with a rather stubborn local sect, and huaisang knew the moment meng yao exited the hall that it was one of those days. and so he'd taken the boy by the arm, draping over him and leading him away from the sounds of his brother losing his temper.

they hadn't a particular topic in mind for this chat, just bouncing from this and that as their thoughts flowed. huaisang loved these moments with meng yao – he felt as though he had another older brother. not that he doesn't adore his da-ge, but it's nice to have a more gentle figure around, too. he'd taken the last few moments just to vent to the other, complain about whatever inconveniences he felt were really too much. and meng yao listened, nodding thoughtfully all the while.

@wingached sent: ❝ so, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like? ❞

“ aiya~, i am not sure we have the time for me to sit here and fantasize -– da-ge would surely find us before i was finished! ” but he still thinks, tapping his closed fan against his chin. “ i would love to travel. i already do, i suppose, but for leisure rather than those mind-numbing discussion conferences. wouldn't that be nice? lazing about, meeting new people, painting beautiful new landscapes... yes, i'd like that very much. that's the life for me! ”

anything that let the young boy loaf around as much as he wanted would be welcome, though!

“ and what about you? a'yao works ten times harder than this one, surely there's something he'd change as well! ”

[shanastoryteller]

🦛🐦🐑🐑, 🦛🐦🐑🐑, 🦛🐦🐑🐑, 🦌 Shana! Yuri on Ice and/or time travel of some description?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4

Sending all the heirs to the Wen have been something done under duress the first time, something the clan leaders had done out of a desire to stave off the war for a little longer.

This time it's to get in good with the new regime. Nie Huaisang is starting to think that the clan leaders don't value their heirs appropriately. Ironically, last time he'd need to cajole and cry and outright beg to be sent to the Wens, knowing how it would look if only the Nie refrained, but this time Mingjue sends him packing despite his protests.

"It'll be a good opportunity to get to know your betrothed," Meng Yao says to him.

Having Meng Yao sane and still on their side and in love with his brother is a net good, he tells himself. Even if he'd forgotten how much he used to meddle and how much Mingjue would let him.

He shows up, pouting and arms crossed, but it doesn't last long because Jiang Cheng is tackling him to the ground while his disciples take several steps back, the traitors. "Asshole! What were you thinking?"

He stares blankly up at Jiang Cheng before sliding his gaze over and seeing Wei Wuxian standing arm in arm with Jiang Yanli, who's giving him a very concerning look. He's never been glared at by her before. It's not a pleasant experience.

Lan Wangji looks to be in a better mood than he saw him last, at least. Surely taking Wei Wuxian's rumored place of Wen Qing's husband has to endear him to the Second Jade of Lan, just a little.

[youthslost]

nie huaisang did not particularly dislike lan wangji. in fact, he'd quite liked his company as a child. it did not take many of their forced interactions to understand that the other boy was not particularly social, and nie huaisang was quick to adapt to that. he remembers how elated lan xichen had been when he'd found the two of them one day, sitting in the library where he and dage had left them, quietly painting on their own parchments side by side. ‘ i knew they would get along, with their artistic inclinations! ’ erge had said, smiling as if he'd watched his baby take his first wobbly steps. unfortunately for everyone involved, the bond was short lived as the two grew — lan wangji into a diligent, stern gentleman, and nie huaisang into a lackadaisical, flightly slacker.

now, though, nie huaisang sees him with the same curious eyes he had as a child. the illustrious hanguang-jun looks utterly lost in his aviary as if he'd been plucked from another universe entirely.

“ nonsense, nonsense ! it is my pleasure to host the great hanguang-jun and welcome him to qinghe. ” the words are spoken as delicate hands slide a cup of tea towards the other man, a small smile pulling at his lips. “ i'd wondered when the man who goes where the chaos is might turn up around here. oh, it really is so much work. how is one man meant to do it all by himself? utterly preposterous, if you ask me. ” the ornate fan of the day slides open as he speaks, then abruptly snaps shut as a thought seems to occur to him. “ wait ! if you're here—- oh no. something's happened, hasn't it? ah, i really shouldn't have fallen so behind on my correspondence.... oh no. how bad is it ? tell me, erge hasn't sent you, has he ? ”

-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ @youthslost Nie Huaisang ; ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

   THERE IS A CERTAIN LEVEL of familiarity that comes with growing up when your brothers are best friends with each other. For the two of them, it meant in some people's eyes, they were childhood friends. However, to be childhood friends, the word friend needs to be given, and Lan Wangji would never place that title on Nie Huaisang’s head. They’re not friends, he’s never had friends. Even the other children in the Sect when he was little had kept their distance from him. The cold, emotionless, perfect student of the Cloud Recesses. However, with Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue as close as they were, Nie Huaisang and him had spent time together often.

   After Nie Mingjue passed, his brother’s visits to Qinghe had diminished quite a bit. Nie Huaisang visited the Cloud Recesses more than his brother visited the Unclean Realm. Lan Wangji himself, when he passes through Qinghe, he doesn’t usually stop to visit. He’d been intending to do the same thing this time, move through chasing the chaos the Cultivation World accused him of doing. However, he had run into Nie Huaisang in the forest that bordered the Unclean Realm and after a very long time of just staring at each other–he ended up here. 

   Here being what looked like some sort of bird sanctuary with the offer of tea. 

   Truly Lan Wangji isn’t good with people, he might manage words better than he actually manages social situations. Which means, for once, Nie Huaisang has him at a loss. Awkwardly his gaze shifts around the room, glancing from the table being set with tea to the birds that were around the place. Sliding his bright gaze back over it landed on Nie Huaisang. “You do not have to.” Force himself to have tea with him, out of respect and being polite. Out of familiarity for each other. “I was only passing through.”

[mxtxfanatic]

Just for the record, I actually don’t hate any mdzs character. Mxtx’s stories are so well-crafted that I love the roles that every character plays. I love the chills and digust that Jin Guangyao inspires in me. I loved the hatred that Xue Yang causes to flare up in me when I reread the Yi City arc. I love the amusement I get every time Jiang Cheng lives up to his failed-hero role, doubly so when I remember that he is also a failed-villain because Xue Yang is actually the better version of him lmao. I love dissecting Nie Mingjue’s hypocrisy in what it means when Wei Wuxian thinks of him as an “upholder of morality.” I love the pity that I feel for Lan Xichen such that I struggle to commit to how I view him just like how he struggles with how to view those he loves. And the complexity and diversity of each character’s life experiences and autonomous choices is the icing on the cake that makes fans’ (me included) obsessions over them wholly understandable.

What I hate is feeling coerced into liking a character how fandom wants me to like them, especially if the “evidence” supporting liking said character is just popular fanon that the fandom has taken as gospel truth. The more I feel pressured into ignoring a character’s canon personality to adopt a fanfic version of them whose only similarity is that they share a name, the harsher I want to be with my critique of them. Don’t give me morally righteous!Nie Mingjue who totally would’ve defended the Wen and I won’t give you hypocrite!Nie Mingjue who deserved to be cut into pieces, just not by the person who did it. Don’t give me best brother, best jiujiu!Jiang Cheng and I won’t give you pathetic manbaby!Jiang Cheng who deserved to have Wei Wuxian’s golden core removed from him the hard way for his ungratefulness and for his sister to come back to life to bitch slap him for how he treats her son. Don’t give me best bro wangxian shipper!Lan Xichen and I won’t give you morally weak!Lan Xichen who deserved every bit of the psychological torture Nie Huaisang put him through for his inability to truly stand by any of his brothers, biological or sworn.

Don’t give me some “everyone is secretly good with no flaws” bullshit and I won’t feel the need to balance it out by listing every single one of their sins and nailing it to the door like Martin Luther. I like these characters. Don’t turn me into a hater, cause if you think I’m mean now? Lol

[mafuyussweater]

What I think some of the characters from mdzs would order from a coffee shop:

Wei Wuxian would get a quad espresso over ice with a lil milk (maybe oat or soy) or nitro cold brew. If he is feeling fancy he'll get one of the seasonal drinks.

Lan Wangji would get a hot chamomile tea or jasmine but only if it's loose leaf. Sometimes he'll get a soy matcha unsweetened but only before 8am (hot or iced depending on the weather).

Lan Xichen would drink an oolong tea (hot or iced depending on the weather) or a decaf hot latte bc he likes coffee but can't handle the caffeine.

Jiang Cheng gets a hot chai latte or a hot chocolate (maybe a hot caramel latte if he needs caffeine).

Wen Ning drinks energy drinks so when he is at a coffee shop he just gets a hot chocolate.

Wen Qing gets an espresso if she is in a rush or cold brew if she is gonna study. She needs the caffeine to get through being in the medical field tbh.

Nie Huaisang is an iced fruity tea bitch for sure. He may get an affogato to be fancy~

Nie Mingjue gets straight black coffee. He only drinks hot drinks. Occasionally he'll splurge for a breve cappuccino.

Jiang Yanli drinks London fogs with almond milk. She needs the calming beverage when dealing with all the silly men in her life.

Jin Zixuan used to get an espresso and add 3 sugar packets because he thought it was too girly to get a "fancy drink" 😅 his wife gets him to try a vanilla latte which he loved and gets that now.

(Let me know what your headcanons are!)

[glowingreads]

Somewhere in that 13 year gap before Wei Wuxian was brought back in a middle of a late night banquet every one is here Jin Guangyao as sect lider feel much more stress that he feel all his life trying to make a pacefull speech to take the attention from the room where :

Jiang Cheng: (Looking with daggers in his eyes at Lan Wangji who is the other side of the room, Zidian glowing and Jin Ling is looking scared at him )

Lan Wangji: (As stoic as ever just that everyone that it around him could see pure ice in his glare back to Jiang Cheng and knowing very well that Lan Xichen would not stay ar the perfect place that if a fight start he would stop it )

Nie Huaisang:(In the back puting bets of who will snap faster and thinking how much fun it would have when he brings Wei Wuxian back)

[uncorrectintamed]

Nie Huaisang: Due to enormous personal flaws I refuse to work on, I will be arriving extremely late and with an iced coffee.

Nie Huaisang: Please respect that.

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Practical Mythology by metisket

Funnest story ever! I loved this soooo much - didn’t want it to ever end. Thank you for this gem ❤️

Quotes:

“You only hurt bad people,” Lan Wangji informs him with perfect confidence. “They won’t be worried.”

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” the Yiling Patriarch says, ducking his head and smiling, but sounding sad for some reason. “If only everyone had the faith in me that you do.”

Lan Wangji frowns. Everyone should have faith in the Yiling Patriarch. The Yiling Patriarch is always fair, and that means his rules and the Lan rules can’t be that different. “Can I visit you again?”

The Yiling Patriarch beams at him so brightly that Lan Wangji’s breath catches. “Yes! Come visit me, Lan Zhan. But you have to wait until you’re grown, okay? For decency’s sake.” He laughs, and Lan Wangji isn’t sure why.

“When will I be grown?” Lan Wangji wants to be clear.

“Hmm.” The Yiling Patriarch looks skyward, rubbing his nose thoughtfully. “…Twenty? Let’s say twenty. Your uncle shouldn’t have too much of a qi deviation about that. How’s that sound?”

Lan Wangji frowns, but nods anyway. It’s a very long time, but he supposes that’s how all the Yiling Patriarch stories are. You can’t win anything worth having without fighting for it yourself. “I will be here.”

“I look forward to it, Lan Zhan,” the Yiling Patriarch, smiling and tugging gently at Lan Wangji’s hair one last time before sending him away to the other side of the barrier—to his brother and uncle.

————

It takes him a couple of hours, but he eventually finds the perfect victim. Said victim is innocently standing in a garden admiring the flowers, and has no idea what level of little brother nonsense is about to hit him. Poor thing.

“So, Xichen-ge, I hear your brother is planning to run away and marry the Yiling Patriarch,” Nie Huaisang casually declares. He’s always felt more comfortable hassling Lan Xichen than he has Lan Wangji, anyway. “What’s that about?”

Lan Xichen sighs and suddenly looks very tired. “It was cute when he was eight.”

Wow. Just wow. “How did he even meet the Yiling Patriarch when he was eight?”

Oh, that was a bad question, because Lan Xichen’s eyes just iced over like a Gusu winter. Nie Huaisang will just have to pry the details of that ugly story from someone else. “Never mind!” he cries. “It doesn’t matter. At least Senior Wei is nice.”

Lan Xichen frowns at him in confusion. “Senior Wei? Your father’s friend, Senior Wei?”

Oh good. At least Nie Huaisang isn’t the only one who didn’t know. “My father’s friend, Senior Wei, who is the Yiling Patriarch. Yes.”

He’s never seen Lan Xichen gape before. This is a shockingly exciting day in the Cloud Recesses.

T, 17.5k

Summary:

The Yiling Patriarch is a living legend—a terrifying, ancient force of nature, dispensing punishment or reward with implacable, indifferent fairness.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is a weird but oddly charming guy who wanders around the cultivation world making fun of people's art and mooching food from sect leaders.

It really upsets people to find out that they're the same person.

[lanwangjisnow]

@fengxinwifutobecalled it turned out to be a long oneshot.

Jealous Lan Wangji x Reader

It was years ago (even a couple of years before the presence of WWX at Gusu) when Lan Wangji first saw you at Cloud Recesses.

He or almost all at Gusu didn’t know where you were from or anything about you except your name was Y/N but one thing was sure that you didn’t look like you were from anywhere around.

There were strange gossips those days that Lan Qiren found you lost in the forest , you were from a strange land and was not even familiar with language at Gusu.

Anyway, It wasn’t Lan Wangji business to get to know you or at least he thought so back then.

Then his uncle wanted Lan Wangji to teach you some basics of language and rules at Cloud Recesses.

Lan Wangji didn’t argue why he has to teach you , when you could have been sent to a class with kids (even though he assumed that you were around his age) but he just accepted the task.

You didn’t seem to be a quick learner as you pissed off Lan Wangji often by forgetting stuff he just taught, but fortunately he didn’t give up and you made him proud when finally nailed writing down a Cloud Recesses rule one day.

Once you found Lan Wangji was fond of rabbits and you always drew a rabbit under every assignment given by him earning a slight smile which was unsual

Another day you saw Lan Wangji he was staring at Gentian House in dismay and you presented him a wooden amulet carved in the shaped of a rabbit .

He widened his eyes . He knew that you did not know anything about his mother or any of his regrets yet sensed some grief in him.

Somehow it made his heart warm but he was slow to show it on his face.

Two years passed and Lan Wangji felt it didn’t matter who thought how strange or flawed you were but your simple gestures put him on much ease.

However, he didn’t know to how much he cherished your attention until one day

A batch of new students from different clans arrived at Cloud Recesses.

These curious students figured Lan Wangji was an ice prince since the day they had arrived but Yunmeng Jiang clan students especially Wei Wuxian never stopped annoying him.

First Wei Wuxian found Lan Wangji was similar to a private tutor to someone called Y/N who came to Cloud Recesses from a distant land and no new student had seen you yet.

Wei Wuxian was naturally curious of what you were like and dragged unwilling Jiang Cheng along with him to find you.

They saw someone who was looking outlandish in the library and Wei Wuxian immediately asked “So are you the secret disciple of Cloud Recesses?”

You startled by the sudden voice and few books fell from your hand . Wei Wuxian giggled.

Jiang Cheng nudged him and turned to you “Apologies. We are Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian from Yunmeng Jiang clan. Are you Y/N? ”

“Yes” you nodded.

“Don’t you like to meet new people at Cloud Recesses or are you waiting for someone?” Wei Wuxian winked .

You froze . Did he know that you have a huge crush on Lan Wangji ? But this stranger hadn’t even spent a week at Cloud Recesses yet.

“Let’s go” while you were lost in thoughts Wei Wuxian dragged you to where some students including Wen Ning, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Yanli were getting ready to go for a stroll.

He introduced you to them and started asking random questions while walking.

“is Lan Zhan cold to you?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“He is haughty and hot tempered what else ? Isn’t it Y/N?” Jiang Cheng added.

You smiled “ No. He is not haughty. I think …”

“Bahaha” Wei Wuxian bursted into laughter. “No haughty…not haughty… haha a good one”

Accidentally, his arm clashed your shoulder and you lost your balance but luckily, Jiang Cheng threw his arm around your shoulder to prevent falling down.

Suddenly, everyone went silent and stopped walking. It seemed that they were looking at someone in front. As soon as you looked up you saw fuming Lan Wangji .

“Let go” Lan Wangji glared at Jiang Cheng whose arm was around your shoulder.

“I was just helping.” Jiang Cheng instantly retreated.

Lan Wangji turned to you “Y/N” he said strenly. “Bunking classes is not allowed”

Your avoided his eyes and looked down. Lan Wangji turned around after glaring at everyone.

Before he walked off while you were following him.“He likes drama doesn’t he?” Wei Wuxian mumbled to Nie Huaisang “Hmm why care about a little hug that much when he is not even Y/N’s boyfriend?” Nie Huaisang whispered back and it was overheard by Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji turned back in arrow speed wielding Bichen and its blade stopped almost touching Nie Huaisang’s chest.

His furious eyes expressed “back off. It’s none of your business” and before others recovered from gasping he withdrew Bichen and strode off.

You had to run behind him to the library where Lan Wangji used to conduct classes for you.

Lan Wangji stood next to his seat but glare in his eyes had not yet left him.

“I’m sorry” fear that Lan Wangji would hate you enough to shut you off from his life teared your eyes.

“Write! No skipping classes 50 times” Lan Wangji said harshly.

Writing usually took much effort and time of you so you thought to hand over yesterday’s assignment to Lan Wangji before you started your punishment.

You slowly walked to him to handover your assignment and went to a far end corner of the library. Lan Wangji looked over it and saw the rabbit drawn by you for Lan Wangji in a separate paper.

He instantly grabbed a book from his desk and made his way to where you headed .

As you didn’t not have new papers to write you had to get some but new papers were stored in the top of a book shelf.

You weren’t a tall disciple and when no one was around it was your secret to grab a stool and climbed on it to grab books or papers from top of book shelves.

You didn’t expect Lan Wangji to follow you and when he appeared behind you were already standing on the stool.

“You made a boyfriend?”

You startled by his presence and almost fell from the stool but in the nick of time Lan Wangji caught you lightly by your waist and twirled you to face him.

“Jiang Cheng” Lan Wangji spoke bitterly as his face was still tinted with anger. You confused . Was it because Lan Wangji saw Jiang Cheng’s arm around your shoulder? Did he care?

“N..No” you muttered nervously.

“Mn” Lan Wangji uttered and released one of his hands from your waist to present the book that he was carrying.

You opened it to found that it was consisted of all rabbits that you have drawn for him.

“Lan…Lan Zhan you kept them all?” You could not hide your adoration for his man.

“Mn” pushing you against the book shelf and Lan Wangji tightening the grip on your waist.

His stunning face made his way to you at brisk, connecting his soft lips with yours.

Your mind went blank as Lan Wangji’s stole your first ever kiss.

From your lips Lan Wangji Next moved to your neck “Lan..Lan Zhan” you moaned hugging Lan Wangji, when he was marking your skin.

“Mn” Lan Wangji hummed as he caressed your shoulder like if it was the way he untainted the touch of Jiang Cheng.

Suddenly, some footsteps were heard beyond indicating you were still in a public place. “Baobei … Jingshi” Lan Wangji whispered in a husky voice before escorting you to Jingshi through a different passage to continue rest of love making.

[youthslost]

“ da-ge ! ” nie huaisang all but jumps out of his skin at the sound of his brother's voice. he had been so laser focused on his task ( something that only happens when it pertains to his art ) that he hadn't even heard his elder brother approaching at all. “ how mean, sneaking up on your didi like that ... i nearly died just now ! ” his fan taptaptaps mingjue's shoulder, as if scolding him.

“ this is my valiant effort to reorganize things ... some of the younger disciples have been showing interest in art, so i am so generously donating some of my old supplies. ” he says with a nod, so proud of himself for sharing his beloved art with the youths. the unclean realm was in desperate need of some more people with taste. “ as if you would ever let me open a shop...... ”

@youthslost liked for a starter

"I feel like I walked into an art shop," the eldest N.ie brother walked into the room to find his brother had laid out all of his supplies on the floor. "Reorganizing, throwing away, or opening an art shop?"

He crouched down, looking Huai.sang directly in the eye.

[celestialbruise]

Hello! For fanfic club, may I request canonverse no war AU where Wei wuxian doesn't get kicked out of the lectures? Please give me humour, everyone else face palming at oblivious wangxian, fluff, them being adorable and I love and figuring what they wanna be months before the lectures end. Most likely with implied future ending (like it could be lwj planning to propose 2 years later and making mental notes, etc). Thank you!

this is so late!! I am the worst!! hopefully, I did your wonderful prompt justice, enough to make up for my tardiness :') I had such fun writing this, so thank you sm for that<3 I love to be back on the let wangxian be happy agenda

(side note: I read that according to old customs, couples sometimes exchanged their jade pendants at their engagement ceremony, which is why nhs tells wwx to buy it at caiyi town) 

-

So, it’s not weird. It’s very casual, y’know, nothing to write home about. It’s just that Wei Wuxian has found himself going back to the Library Pavilion. Every day. And that’s! Normal!

“But,” Nie Huaisang’s brows scrunched in confusion. “Your punishment ended a week ago…right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“....No reason….” Nie Huaisang flipped open his fan, his tone all-too-casual all he followed his cryptic musings up with an offer, “Wei-xiong, on a completely unrelated note, I’d be happy to lend you some more of my books, if you want any.”

-

“I’ve noticed that Wei-gongzi seems to be visiting the Library Pavillion often these days,” Lan Xichen hedged, sounding far-too curious for his own good. Lan Wangji’s spine felt somehow stiffer as he walked alongside his brother and although he was confident nothing about his expression gave him away, he could feel his traitorous ears burning. 

“He is an avid reader,” Lan Wangji said, straight-faced, like a liar. He was sure Wei Wuxian was well-read so it wasn’t technically a lie, since they were in the Cloud Recesses, where that was strictly forbidden.

It’s only that when Wei Wuxian visited, he didn’t exactly sit quietly and pick up scrolls. He’d pester Lan Wangji, sprawling over his desk, tugging on his sleeve, drawing him frivolous (pretty) things that Lan Wangji would pretend not to look at, and recently, he’d even begun to bring in little violets he picked from the back mountain which - who knows how he’d found his way there.

It was a simple omission of the truth. Nothing more. 

“Well, whatever the case,” Lan Xichen smiled, lashes dipping. “It’s good to see you have a friend.”

“He is not a friend,” Lan Wangji informed his brother curtly, but Lan Xichen’s smile did not waver even a fraction.

“Then it’s good you have a companion.”

Lan Wangji didn’t dignify that with a response, mostly because he didn’t have one. He feared his second denial would fall flatter than the first. 

Because he kept coming back, is the thing. Wei Wuxian always came back. His punishment had ended long ago - he had no reasn to visit the Library Pavilion as frequently, as faithfully as he did. He only came, after all, to find Lan Wangji. And despite Lan Wangji’s attempts to ice him out, Wei Wuxian was a warmth that burned through all of his many layers of frost, settling pleasantly in his chest. It was a warmth Lan Wangji had come to crave. 

If not a companion, then what was Wei Wuxian, to Lan Wangji?

-

“Do you think Lan Zhan would like the purple one or the green one better? Or, should I just stick with blue?”

“Lan Zhan?” Nie Huaisang raised an inquisitive brow. Wei Wuxian blinked, wide grey eyes innocent and sparkling like the river that ran behind them.

“Yes…?”

“You call him by his birth name?”

“I think I just did?”

“To his face?”

“What other body part of his would I be talking to?”

Oh, this was too much fun. Nie Huaisang bit his tongue against all the innuendos poised atop the tip. “And he hasn’t murdered you yet?”

Wei Wuxian huffed, throwing his hands out, all dramatics. “I don’t know, Nie-xiong, are you talking to a ghost right now?”

“....To be determined,” Nie Huaisang decided, nodding towards the money purses clutched in Wei Wuxian’s hands. “If you want my advice, don’t give him that. You should get him a jade pendant.”

This recent entertainment Nie Huaisang had found in watching Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji dance around each other was a double-edged blade, one he could actually wield. For one, it was endlessly amusing that Wei Wuxian thought all that he wanted from Lan Wangji was his friendship. Nie Huaisang wasn’t fluent in spring books and romance novels for nothing - he was practically an expert on these kinds of affairs, and he’d eat his own fan if it really turned out Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were only ‘friends.’ And then, as if that wasn’t enough, on a day free of classes Wei Wuxian had all but dragged Nie Huaisang along with him to Caiyi Town to go shopping, for a ‘friendship gift’ for ‘his Lan Zhan.’ Yes, Wei Wuxian had used those exact words. 

“Why a jade pendant?” Wei Wuxian frowned, but obediently put down the money purse to hold the jade pendant above his head, studying the way it sparkled when the light hit it just right. 

“You want him to know you’re interested in him, don’t you?”

“In his friendship? Duh. I like Lan Zhan. He’s a funny guy.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Huaisang smiled a fox’s smile behind his fan. “Well, this will make your intentions crystal clear, Wei-xiong, trust me.”

In his defense, Nie Huaisang hadn’t specified the exact intention the jade pendant would bring light to. 

-

“Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji freezes in his tracks, tongue caught in between his teeth. It’s enough time for Wei Wuxian to catch up to him, all radiant light and buoyant smiles and laughter that rings out like bells.

“You were walking so fast, er-gege, I had to run to catch up! Where are you off to in such a rush, hm?”

Lan Wangji feels terribly tongue-tied, feels as if he cannot possibly say he is going to feed the bunnies Wei Wuxian gifted him. It feels far too vulnerable to state in the warm light of day. Too much like a confession for something Lan Wangji had only recently put into words. 

Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian eyes aren’t just arresting, crystalline clear and sparkling grey, but keen as well. They dart to the carrots Lan Wangji holds in his hands - and, well, even if Wei Wuxian wasn’t a genius, anyone would be able to put two and two together. 

A steady, burning flush spreads from the tips of his ears down to his throat. Lan Wangji thinks, with no small amount of mortification, that it may have bled to his cheeks as well. 

“Oh! You’re off to feed our children, huh?” Wei Wuxian grins, and before Lan Wangji’s can grow any more flustered, Wei Wuxian asks, “Mind if I tag along?”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t wait for Lan Wangji’s answer - maybe because he fears Lan Wangji will reject his advances yet again - whatever the case, he simply winds his arm around the crook of Lan Wangji’s elbow and begins leading them down the gravel path as if he knows the way. Which, to be fair, he probably does. Lan Wangji doesn’t rebuff Wei Wuxian nor does he try to shake him off, so he supposes that is enough of an answer on its own. 

“I knew you were fond of those bunnies Lan Zhan,” Lan Wangji can hear the grin in Wei Wuxian’s tone, can imagine it curved across his face, his eyes twin crescent-moons of mirth. He keeps his eyes on the path before him. This simple point of contact between them, after all, already feels fit to send him into qi deviation. Lan Wangji doesn’t know how much more his painfully thin face can take. He can barely manage to hum in acknowledgement. 

“Mn.” 

“I’m glad I didn’t roast them then, hahaha! Aiyah, don’t look at me like that - you can call me a lot of things, but I’m not a bunny killer, really Lan Zhan. They’re too fluffy to eat!” Wei Wuxian chattered along, his voice like the babbling of an excitable brook. Lan Wangji found it incomparably soothing, as he always did. “I always kind of wanted a pet, y’know? But not, like, a dog.” Wei Wuxian shuddered and Lan Wangji felt the aftershocks shiver into his arm, melting into his bones. It may have been a bit dramatic, but Lan Wangji thought Wei Wuxian’s eyes grew a bit too wide for him to be exaggerating. “Rabbits are tiny and fluffy and sweet. Dogs are just the worst, don’t you agree Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji had never had much of an opinion on dogs before, but in that instant, he unequivocally decided they were intolerable. “Dogs are forbidden in the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Wangji said - and he realized only after he had said it that yes, he had said it to comfort Wei Wuxian. He wanted to soothe the tightness with which that arm suddenly squeezed around his own. 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian asked, easing up. “How did I miss that rule? That would have been my favorite one!”

“My uncle does not like them,” Lan Wangji responded, which was, technically, not a lie. Of course, his uncle would not like the rabbits Lan Wangji was keeping either - but the bunnies were small, and far out of the way, as much as they possibly could be.

Lan Wangji figured that he could allow himself this small act of rebellion.

For Wei Wuxian, he could. 

He made a mental note to suggest to his uncle that they should specify no dogs were allowed in the Cloud Recesses. 

“Oh!” Lan Wangji’s eyes darted over at Wei Wuxian’s exclamation. “Before I forget, I have a gift for you.”

A gift?

“There is no need,” Lan Wangji said, stilted, mostly because he was confused over why he would be receiving a gift, and because this was breaking yet another rule. Do not overindulge. 

“Of course, there’s a need,” Wei Wuxian laughed, pulling something out of his sleeve. “Everyone likes gifts. Here - you have to take it, I bought it, just for you. Don’t reject me so harshly, okay? It’ll hurt my feelings.”

Lan Wangji bit his tongue, but relented with a small nod. It was also against the rules to be unnecessarily cruel, after all. 

Blood pounded in his ears, almost deafening Wei Wuxian’s explanation of his gift - but even if the wave of sound resounding in his head had somehow swept away Wei Wuxian’s words, Lan Wangji would have known what the gift meant, anyway. Lan Wangji felt useless, he could only stare at the exquisitely carved jade pendant as it soaked up golden sunlight, carefully cradled in Wei Wuxian’s palm. 

The implications sent his mind reeling, and his heart into disarray. Wei Wuxian couldn’t possibly mean-

Lan Wangji couldn’t remember a time his face had felt so hot, besides any other moment he had shared with Wei Wuxian - Wei Ying. Yes, Wei Wuxian had given Lan Wangji permission to call him by his birth name, hadn’t he? He had, and Lan Wangji had long ago forgotten when he’d stopped minding the sound of his own on Wei Wuxian’s tongue. It felt like it belonged there. As if it were meant for Wei Wuxian’s lips and Wei Wuxian’s alone.

“Don’t tease,” Lan Wangji said, his voice coming out somewhat sharper than he meant it. Quieter, too. Because if this was a joke, like he had suspected so many of Wei Wuxian’s flirtations to be-

“I’m not!” Wei Wuxian protested, his free hand thumping atop his heart as he bounced beside Lan Wangji. “Lan Zhan, you wound me. I present you this gift with only the sincerest intentions. Won’t you believe me? I’ll hold onto the tail-end of your forehead ribbon and swear on my parents’ graves if that’ll give it more weight.”

“No need,” Lan Wangji managed through the sudden lump that had appeared in his throat, unswallowable. So, they shared a kinship in this? Unconsciously, he found himself softening. “I believe you.”

“Good,” Wei Wuxian’s tongue teased the sharp tip of his canine. Lan Wangji’s eyes couldn’t help but track the movement. “You have to believe me. Lying is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses, don’t you know?”

Something strange happened, then. A foreign feeling welled up inside of his chest, not unlike a flurry of excited butterflies. Lan Wangji didn’t think he had felt it since he had last seen his mother, ten long years ago.

It was the urge - to smile. To laugh. 

“I do know,” Lan Wangji shot Wei Wuxian a side-long look. “Do you?”

“When it comes to the important stuff, of course,” Wei Wuxian sounded so solemn, and heart-wrenchingly sincere. And under the warm summer sunlight, caught in a fragrant, gentle breeze-

How couldn’t Lan Wangji believe him?

They continued down the path together, arms entwined. 

-

From a bridge not too far away, two figures watched the two dressed in white disappear into the forest, their white, swirling robes lost in the thick swathes of swaying green.

“Romance is in the air, wouldn’t you say, Jin-xiong?” Nie Huaisang sighed, a dreamy smile curving his lips as he idly fanned himself. Jin Zixuan had joined him in watching Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian blush and make eyes at each other - mostly to make disgusted, retching noises, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nie Huaisang, how round his eyes had gotten when Wei Wuxian had presented Lan Wangji with his gift. Clearly, he was taking notes. 

“How is it romantic? It’s hopeless, is what it is,” Jin Zixuan groaned, though Nie Huaisang noticed he hadn’t torn his eyes away, his gaze still settled on where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s afterimages lingered. “And my cousins tease me for being oblivious.”

“You are,” Nie Huaisang says, because he was present for the mess Jin Zixuan made of himself in front of Jiang Yanli at the last Jiang Clan banquet. 

Jin Zixuan shot Nie Huaisang a horrible glare, but there was really nothing he could say in his defense. 

-

Later, away from the prying eyes of others - how could Lan Wangji, with his sharp senses, be somehow unaware they were being watched? - as Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian tumble around in the grass around the rabbits, laughing and calling out the names he had given them, these children of theirs he had claimed them to be, a thought solidified in his mind, sunlight shining through amber, revealing the treasure inside.

I want to spend forever with him.

Lan Wangji had thought he’d think himself in circles trying to come up with the perfect gift to give Wei Wuxian in return. He wasn’t good at expressing himself, the breadth of his emotions - but Lan Wangji had come to realize, as the sun started to slink past the horizon, and the world was enveloped in rosy tones and shades of blue, that maybe it was only he wasn’t the best with words.

Maybe something like this didn’t need words, in the end. 

As they turned to leave, and Wei Wuxian looked at him with those silver, sparkling eyes, pure happiness in his voice as he asked Lan Wangji if they could visit their rabbits every day, Lan Wangji could no longer resist. He took Wei Wuxian around the waist, into his arms, and only shook a little as he pressed their lips together. 

Wei Wuxian tasted like spring. Lush against Lan Wangji’s lips, incomparably soft and impossibly sweet. Lan Wangji pulled away, only because air was a necessity and it was quickly running from his lungs, in the face of what he had just done. 

“Ah?” Wei Wuxian’s fingers trembled as they traced his lips, his cheeks dusting an intoxicating pink. “What was that for?”

Lan Wangji swallowed, and though the kiss had been chaste, his voice came out hoarse. “Your gift.”

“My gift,” Wei Wuxian murmured, lashes fluttering, and before Lan Wangji could worry he’d somehow misread the situation, Wei Wuxian was clinging to his arms, crying out. “Lan Zhan! Now mine looks inadequate! I’m going to have to buy you a thousand more jade pendants! A million! Even that won’t be enough!”

A shadow of a smile tucked itself into the corner of his lips. 

“Or,” Lan Wangji cleared his throat, preserving valiantly through the waves of his own shamelessness. “You could kiss me again.”

Wei Wuxian quieted, a dangerous, beautiful gleam alighting in his star-bright eyes. 

“I could do that,” Wei Wuxian agreed, pulling Lan Wangji down once more.

[shanastoryteller]

💕Happy Valentines Day! Heaven Officials Blessing or MDZS? 💕

Jin Ling has had it.

He loves his parents. He loves Uncle Wanyin. But they're all busy training for their own competitions and they've stuck him the Nie Huaisang as his coach, which he really thought was a joke up until the first practice. This is his first year competing as a senior skater and this is the best they can do? Come on.

"This is shit. Why did my old coach have to retire? I hate this," he complains to Jingyi.

"At least Lan Qiren isn't your coach," he points out.

He pauses, considering. "I guess it could be worse."

Poor Sizhui, honestly. Jingyi at least gives as good as he gets.

It's not like anyone can say anything about his effectiveness, with Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen fighting each other for the top spot every year. He's glad that Uncle Wanyin pair skates with his mom because he feels like the two of them on the ice would end in bloodshed. They hate each other for some reason that no one has ever bothered to explain to him.

"Why are you mad about Nie Huaisang anyway?" Jingyi asks. "He placed really well until he retired, and his footwork is great, unlike yours."

"Shut up about my footwork," he says automatically. "He's annoying, and I hate his choreography, it doesn't work for me at all. Screw this. I'm going to go to my uncle's and make him train me. It's not like he's doing anything anyway."

"Um, Jiang Wanyin is very busy practicing which is why you're with Nie Huaisang in the first place," Jingyi points out.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes. "Obviously I'm not talking about him."

"Mo Xuanyu doesn't even skate? And Meng Yao never even placed, which is why he's a manager," he continues.

"Uncle Yao had his own reasons for not placing," he says defensively, "but no, obviously not them either, are you being deliberately obtuse?"

"Are you?" Jingyi pokes him in the side. "Do you have another uncle?"

He has to be joking. "Yes? Obviously? I'm going to fly to Uncle Wuxian's and make him do it instead."

"Who?" he blinks.

Unbelievable. "My uncle? My mother's brother? Wei Wuxian?"

Jingyi's jaw drops before it snaps shut and then he's screeching, "YOUR UNCLE IS WEI WUXIAN? Like, the only person to ever beat out the Lan brothers Wei Wuxian, the one who won gold in the Grand Prix Final three years in a row and then disappeared into smoke Wei Wuxian?"

This is ridiculous. "He didn't disappear into smoke, he just moved to the coast. I don't know why you're acting surprised by this, I visit him every summer."

"You said you were going to visit your uncle in the summer!" Jingyi says accusingly.

Jin Ling blinks. "Yeah? I was."

Jingyi mimes strangling him then says, "Okay, you know what, we'll put that aside for right now. I fully support your decision to go and harass Wei Wuxian, who is apparently your uncle, and I'm coming with you."

"You are not, Lan Qiren would kill me," Jin Ling says, but Jingyi clearly isn't listening to him.

[pbaintthetb]

fanfic (comedy?) idea where jgy and nhs are stuck in a time loop of the day of guanyin temple and they will be stuck until there is a day where nobody dies*, not Jin Guangyao, not Nie Huaisang and certainly not any collateral bystanders along the way (think Su She and the potential of NMJ's rampage)

Anyway I think this has serious comedy potential, especially the first repeat where neither of them know the other is stuck and JGY just ices Nie Huaisang. This then does give NHS a slight upper hand of realising that both of them are repeating, not just him but still

*I say until nobody dies, TBF JGY would probably be reasonably content to at least temporarily stash NHS somewhere until further steps can be taken, ignore this

[macrocest]

The first 10 Works in Macrocest Bingo: Winter 2024 Edition are here!!

It’s already time for our first recap! We have TEN shipcest works to get you in the mood for winter.

We’ve got lots of fandoms here and all of these are quick reads at 5k words or less!

Please be mindful of the tags and warnings on AO3, this is a dead dove friendly event!

your circuits in the sea by puppetdyke E | Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) | Badgey (Star Trek)/Sam Rutherford

Badgey glitches into the present. In front of Samanthan, he floats upward, forcing his father to gaze at him from a rough grasp beneath the chin. “It could’ve been better than this, but no,” he continues. “You didn’t want me.”

Beautiful Lilac Flower by Lizzie_queen_of_meigas NR | Flowers in the Attic - V. C. Andrews | Christopher Foxworth Sr./Corrine Foxworth, Corrine Foxworth/Bartholomew Winslow

Corrine Dollanganger, Corrine Foxworth, is a lot of things, and vengeful is one of them.

never promised you (an open heart) by puppetdyke E | Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) | D'Erika Tendi/D'Vana Tendi

D’Erika groans. She lurches - as if turning to leave - before some greater enlightenment envelops her and she turns right back to D’Vana, leans in closer, smiles. “Pretend he’s me.”

Red bikinis by mikeellee NR | Danny Phantom | Danny Fenton/Jazz Fenton

What a hormonal boy does alone in his room is not a mystery. What Danny does in his room alone or with his sister IS a mystery.

The Collar by JaggedEdges M | 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù | Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue

Nie Huaisang collars Nie Mingjue.

Taking Charge by The_Fourth_Queen E | Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  | George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & Percy Weasley, Ron Weasley's Uncle Bilius / George Weasley

"I think Uncle Bilius is having a nightmare,” Fred blurted out nervously, “He's grunting and making these weird sounds, and he's holding Georgie really tightly and Georgie isn't waking up!" Percy didn't know what to do. He wanted to cry. But he couldn’t. He was almost twelve years old and he's in charge of his siblings tonight. He shouldn’t be crying!

Mama Said by spirt_anniemal M | Neon Genesis Evangelion | Akagi Naoko/Akagi Ritsuko

Ritsuko still writes letters to her late mother. Sometimes she responds.

an audience of one by TenebrisKukris E | Evillious Chronicles, Vocaloid | Behemo Barisol/Levia Barisol

Sexytimes ensue when Behemo decides to perform some sexting with Levia now that they're in the Fourth Period.

You're In My Bed, Uncle Peter by whimsicalmeerkat for Aconitehart E | Teen Wolf (TV) | Derek Hale/Peter Hale

Stiles had thought it was funny at first. He'd made a million jokes about sex pollen. They stopped when he looked up the flowers Peter had been sent. When he realized Peter would actually die, and this time it would almost certainly stick. Derek wasn't going to risk Peter's life on the slim chance that it wouldn't. ~ Fuck or die of the sex pollen variety.

Love On Ice by Ives_Blossom E | The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) | Leonard Snart/Lisa Snart

Lisa and Leonard go ice skating in a park, but Leonard can't seem to keep his hands to himself.

[noodlehaku]

I love your mdzs avatar the last airbender au so so sooooo much!!! Do you have any thoughts on what kind of benders/nations the other mdzs characters might be? (Also your art is so wonderful in general I've loved everything you've posted for this fandom, thank you for sharing your art with us!)

I’m glad you like it!! ATLA and MDZS are some of my pieces of media, so I love being able to weave their worlds together. I struggled between whether to make Wei Wuxian an airbender or a firebender, and that really played into my world building for this AU. While I think the dynamic, kick & flip-heavy fire bending martial style (alongside their dress code) really fits Wei Wuxian, I decided to make wwx an airbender due to his carefree and fun-loving personality, and Baoshan Sanren being an airbender.

Backstory-wise, Baoshan Sanren is the leader of a small collective of remaining air nomads living secluded on a mountain. Air bender Cangse Sanren left to roam the world, and she eventually met Wei Changze, a water bender from the Jiang swamp tribe.

The Nie live in hostile mountainous regions and are earthbenders renowned for their extraordinary strength.

The Jin make up another part of the earth kingdom, and are specialty metal benders. They’re very affluent due to their weapons and jewelry trade. I like to headcanon the Mo clan being sand benders— for no actual reason. I just think sand bending is neat. If Wei Wuxian were to be reborn as Mo Xuanyu in this AU, that’d make him one of them.

The Lan are the equivalent of the northern water tribe; they live far north & are surrounded by snow and ice. Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji are the first and second princes, respectively.

The Wen are the fire nation— as much as I didn’t want to fall into stereotypes, it just works too well. They literally live on a volcano & attack the other kingdoms in order to “share their wealth of knowledge”. They have the Jin crafting their metal tanks because Jin Guangshan is a power-hungry POS.

Additional points:

I like to think of Meng Yao as a really crafty non-bender; constantly underestimated because of his perceived weakness. He uses that against them.

Nie Huaisang is an earthbender. He just pretends he isn’t. All non-benders in the Nie clan are still extraordinary warriors— like the kyoshi warriors!

The Meishan Yu tribe are firebenders; lightning benders, to be exact. Madam Yu is a lightning bender. I’m as of yet undecided on whether Jiang Cheng's bending takes after his mother or father.

Jiang Yanli is a healer!! A really good one!!

Wen Ning is a non-bender, but a very good archer. Wen Qing uses lightning bending to defibrillate people.

Lan Qiren IS master pakku.

Wei Wuxian can see spirits!! He is a very spiritual boy!! Instead of inventing demonic cultivation, he invents spirit-bending and learns energy-bending from the lion turtles.

Blood bending is forbidden in the Lan Sect. Lan Wangji's mother was secluded for practicing blood bending.