#jelly lan zhan

[jellyfish-cosplay]

Some more LWJ

[kwyoz]

drawing water? dunno how. did anyways.

[sweets-yandere-lover]

[forestcorpsecrys]

My wlw mdzs diaspora au uwu

Lan Zhan gets a jasmine green tea with lychee jelly and wwx gets a Thai milk tea

[gentil-minou]

chapter five of once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time where all of jianghu has been cursed to live miserable lives in modern times without their memories and only Wei Wuxian can save them...except he doesn't remember either.

Wangxian + A-Yuan | Ch 5 | 17K | Rated M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Curses, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion

Chapter Summary

“That still doesn't explain what I have to do with it. Why am I the only one who can help?” “I told you,” A-Yuan presses, “You’re the Yiling Laozu! If anyone knows what to do, it’s you!” Wei Wuxian scoffs, “The evil-looking dude? Yeah, you mentioned, but again, what does it have to do with me?” His face twists indignantly. “And, hey, it’s not nice to tell someone they look like an evil guy, you know.” “He’s not evil!” “He had spooky shadow tentacles and stood on literal human bones." -- Wei Wuxian gets some answers about this strange little town, only to be left with even more riddles and a desire to solve them all.

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Wei Wuxian slumps against the door, rattling the silver bell above. The back of his head smacks against the wood. He hardly notices the soreness radiating from his bump from yesterday.

Fingers press against his cheeks. So hot. Burning.

He hopes he didn’t sweat through his sweater, that would have been embarrassing. What would Lan Zhan have thought if he’d seen sweaty pit stains? Lan Zhan is probably the kind of Asian that just never sweats, ever.

Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan Lan Zhan Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan.

Wei Wuxian slaps his cheeks. He needs to calm down. He needs to remember how breathing works. Or what legs that aren’t jelly feel like.

A throat clears from the dining room. Popo watches him from where she stands in the doorway leading into the kitchen, hands covered in flour and brows raised so high up they disappear into her silver fringe.

“Everything alright there?” she asks in a tone that says she knows everything is not alright, thank you.

“Popo,” Wei Wuxian replies, breathless despite his chest lifting up and down like he just ran a marathon. “I did it. I fixed it.”

Somehow, her raised brows turn more unimpressed as Popo slow claps three times. Flour sifts through the air around her like falling snow, crystals catching in her hair. Wei Wuxian is starting to wonder if her hair is really grey or if she’s just always covered in a layer of flour.

“Congrats. Come help me in the kitchen when you’re making sense again,” she says. She shakes her head and returns to the kitchen, leaving Wei Wuxian heaving by the entrance.

Which is just dandy because a series of hysterical, sharp giggles burst from his mouth. It sounds a little bit like a hyena dying. Like a lot of hyenas dying.

Sweat sticks to the back of his neck, trickling under his sweater. Did Popo crank up the heat? Why does it feel like a million degrees right now?

Wei Wuxian lets out another high-pitched sound that could be either a laugh or a wail. He bolts from the entryway, up the stairs, and into his room.

Popo is right. He really needs to calm down. He just…doesn’t know if he can, yet.

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[yinyangbuns]

Kintsugi

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Summary:

Wei Wuxian had thought he was more well-adjusted; or, at least, that the thing that would set him off would be a little more impressive than a broken tea set.

How funny that out of all the things that haunted his nightmares, this was the thing that chose to ruin his perfectly good day.

(Or, Wei Wuxian’s treatment at Lotus Pier at the hands of Madam Yu has lasting affects that he previously had not thought to consider.)

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Wei Wuxian considered himself, mostly, well-adjusted.

He may have started out life rough. Perhaps he could barely remember his parents’ faces. Sure, the strongest memory surviving from his youth might be that of the earth-rattling barking of dogs as they chased him through the streets.

But it wasn’t like he was losing himself in depressed fugues.

(A bit of a low bar, he’d admit, but hey, it was a bar he had not met in the past, so… fair game.)

Of all the things that had happened to him in his two lifetimes, he would have never thought that this would be the thing to tip the scale.

Lying on the ground in front of him were the shattered remains of a finely painted tea set.

The day had started out well enough. Wei Wuxian had woken warm and peaceful, splayed half on top of Lan Zhan and feeling the soft movement of their skin against one another as they breathed.

They had gotten out of the bed when the sun was fully in the sky and shining warm rays of light across the bed, and then Lan Zhan had gone to collect food while Wei Wuxian had rolled himself the rest of the way out of the blankets and set himself to the task of steeping the tea for their breakfast.

It was a good morning. It was going to be a good day, he had thought.

Little did he know, he had spoken too soon.

Logically, Wei Wuxian knew he had a lot of trauma to draw from.

Almost everyone who lived during the war did; you never grabbed someone behind without a warning, never shook someone awake, never caught someone unaware. You were as likely to send them into a panic as you were to get a sword through your chest. Wei Wuxian remembered cultivators who flinched at any loud noise, remembered civilians who regarded any cultivator’s sword with open fear.

And Wei Wuxian himself was not immune to this fear. To this day, dogs sent cold fear down his body strong enough to turn his legs to jelly. The sight of needles sometimes left him dazed and unfocused for hours on end, walking on autopilot. He could no longer eat meat most weeks; the thought of doing so turned his stomach badly enough that he couldn’t recover his appetite for the rest of the day.

But Wei Wuxian had not considered that the days of his life spent in Lotus Pier before everything went wrong, arguably the most peaceful of his first life, may have left a lasting impression as well.

In his mind, compared to what happened later, his Lotus Pier days seemed almost trivial.

(Sometimes, the sight of lightning kept him up on stormy nights. Lan Zhan always held him more tightly, then, softly rubbing away the slight furrow between his brows).

But still. A tea set lay shattered on the floor in front of him, and Wei Wuxian felt his breath catch in his throat as the white shards glinted with the light of the sun, superimposed in his mind with purple ones, glittering crimson with his blood.

The rational part of his mind (which was rapidly losing to the part of his mind driven by panic) tried to calm him: Lan Zhan would never be angry over a tea set, it told him, not like she was, but his rationality could not speak louder than the memory of lightning in his back, of exhaustion in every fiber of his being, of blood making Suibian slippery in his hands as he ran through sword forms, could not speak louder than the rush of no no no nO-

In the space of one moment to the next, Wei Wuxian was gone. As if observing from outside of his body, he distantly felt the pain as he fell to his knees, one of the ceramic shards digging into his knee. Vaguely, he could hear a chant of i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, but it felt odd. Removed. Separate.

Wei Wuxian was no longer having a good day.

His chest felt small, his muscles so tight he marveled that he hadn’t torn something. There were white spots dancing in his vision, and he vaguely spared a thought to wonder if he was even breathing.

Red blood, now, on white ceramic.

Ah, as always, Wei Wuxian was only ever good for causing a mess, getting blood all over Lan Zhan’s nice tea set.

Well. At least it was already broken.

“…ing?”

Between one moment and the next, the white spots of his vision coalesced into a white arm, an arm that gently pulled him up and away from the bloody shards of ceramic still scattered on the floor in spite of his frantic clean-up attempt.

Gradually, he became aware of a low shushing, a quiet humming, and belatedly realized that he was still talking, feeble apologies and pleas falling out of his numb lips without his input.

“Lan Zhan, are you- please don’t be angry with me, I’ll. I’ll fix it, I’ll get a new one. Don’t be angry. Don’t be- I-“

“Shh, Wei Ying. It is only tea. It’s alright, I’m not angry with you. It’s only tea. Breathe, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian took a shuddering breath. It caught on its way up, as if fighting past cobwebs and stop-gaps. It was, if anything, a poor effort.

Lan Zhan praised him anyways. There was a warm band on his back, rubbing up and down slowly. His view of the broken pieces was blocked by a wall of solid white, and finally Wei Wuxian was able to live his gaze to Lan Zhan’s to take in something other than the tea gradually seeping into the nice wooden flooring of the Jingshi.

“Lan Zhan-“ He tried, but his throat closed up and he couldn’t continue, his voice coming out in a strangled whine.

“Wei Ying. You are okay.” Lan Zhan murmured. His hand never paused on his back.

Wei Wuxian pitched forward all at once, wrapping his arms as tightly as possible around Lan Zhan, burying his face into the white robes over his heart.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, aligning his shuddery, hitching breaths to Lan Zhan’s, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

But Lan Zhan never stopped humming above him, nor did he stop the comforting motions on his back, except to move one hand up to stroke soothingly through his loose hair.

Eventually, however, his breathing calmed and the tears stopped coming from his eyes.

He didn’t move immediately, though.

Instead, he stayed wrapped in Lan Zhan’s arms, allowing the feeling of safety and calm to surround him for just a bit longer.

He did, however, have to face the music at some point. Besides, the food that Lan Zhan had so dutifully retrieved was going cold.

They ate quietly, for once, with Wei Wuxian tucked into Lan Zhan’s side. Lan Zhan fed him, as if aware of the violent shaking of his hands that had yet to abate. The warmth of the food and the steadfast presence of Lan Zhan’s body at his back did wonders for the remaining jitters hitching his breath.

“Sorry about that, Lan Zhan.” He said when he had gotten his fill.

Lan Zhan hummed noncommittally. “No need.”

Even in this situation, emotions wrung out by his previous panic, this response drug a dry chuckle out of him.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, I know. I…”

“Wei Ying is upset.”

Wei Wuxian laughed without mirth, bringing up a hand to wipe away the dried tears from his cheeks. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“The tea?”

“The tea set, really.”

Lan Zhan didn’t reply for a moment. Wei Wuxian waited patiently, as golden eyes trailed over his face. They caught on his hand as he went to rub his red-rimmed, swollen eyes, and then Lan Zhan was taking his hands into his gentle grasp, examining the blood staining them and his robes. He brought Wei Wuxian’s hands to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

“Mn. You are hurt. Injuries first, explanation later, if you wish to tell me.”

Wei Wuxian smiled. The cuts on his hands barely hurt, and had already stopped bleeding. Honestly, in the chaos he hadn’t noticed the glass had cut him, and hadn’t noticed the cuts left behind even after. Despite this, he could feel the shard that was embedded in the skin of his knee.

When Lan Zhan found this one, his lips thinned.

He handled Wei Ying as though he was made of just as fine porcelain as the tea set.

(Secretly, Wei Ying thought that on his worst days, it was an apt comparison.

But his shijie’s favorite tea set had been an old lavender one, broken and yet painstakingly repaired with molten gold.

On this best days, Wei Wuxian thought he resembled this tea set instead, inlaid and strengthened by molten gold crafted by Lan Zhan’s careful hands.)

He slowly and gently removed Wei Wuxian’s bloodstained robes, and pulled the shard out from his knee.

When Wei Wuxian winced, he placed an apologetic kiss next to the wound.

He ran a clean rag over the quickly drying blood on his knee and hands, and assured Wei Ying that, while they had bled heavily, none of the wounds were deep enough to require stitches.

Lan Zhan tended his wounds quickly, efficiently, and carefully.

And then, finally, he bundled Wei Wuxian into bed and lay beside him.

“Wei Ying,” he started, so close that the vibrations of his voice echoed in Wei Wuxian’s bones, “What happened?”

And Wei Wuxian told him.

(There was precious little that Wei Wuxian would not give Lan Zhan, were he to ask.)

He told him about Jiang Fengmian taking him off the streets, and about how frightening it had been at first, being such a small child in such a big, bustling place as Lotus Pier. He told him about being promised a place of protection, of being promised a home. He told him about wanting so, so badly to impress his new family, about how he ached for it, for even the smallest touch of kindness. Of how it was denied, again and again.

He tells him about the time he had accidentally knocked one of the older disciples off the dock when he was running around playing a game with Jiang Cheng. About being yelled at, about the punishment Madam Yu had given when the disciple had shown up waterlogged and muddy to training.

He tells him about the time one of the shidi had broken a practice bow. About how Madam Yu had seen him with it later that day, trying to fix it, and had assumed he had been the one to break it. About how the scars on his back from that punishment had never truly faded.

And then, finally, he tells him about an expensive purple tea set, shattered on the ground at his feet. How he couldn’t even remember how it had gotten there, if he had been the one to drop it or if he had run into someone or if he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

What he could remember, is that Madam Yu had been furious.

Furious enough that she had knocked him to the ground with a lash of Zidian and immediately ordered him to start picking up the tiny, sharp pieces of purple ceramic, ordered that he hold all the pieces in his hands, even as he had to tighten his grasp to keep them from falling back to the floor. Even as they turned shiny and slippery with his blood.

How she had made him carry these shards of purple to the kitchens, and then demanded he report for punishment.

How she had ordered him to kneel for half the day, and lashed him twice more at least, and then had him spend the rest of the day going over his sword forms again and again until his vision was hazy from exhaustion and Suibian’s hilt soaked in the blood from his cut hands.

Lan Zhan holds him through the whole, jumbled story, humming acknowledgement here and there. When Wei Wuxian chances a glance up, his jaw is tight, his eyes icy cold.

“I had honestly forgotten!” Wei Wuxian says, trying to force light and levity into his voice, despite the faint trembling that he hasn’t quite managed to banish from his fingers. “I know what you’re thinking, but life in Lotus Pier really wasn’t that bad, I just had to… stay out of Madam Yu’s way. Avoid angering her.”

“You thought I was angry with you,” Lan Zhan says, “when you were under.”

Wei Wuxian laughs awkwardly. “I know you’d never… it was just the tea set, Lan Zhan. I guess Madam Yu’s influence is just a little stronger than I thought.”

Lan Zhan makes a decidedly….mocking? Petty?… noise of agreement. “Wei Ying did nothing wrong. Then, or now. An accident is an accident. A tea set is a tea set.”

“Ah, Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian smiled, reaching a hand up to his cheek, “It was never about the tea. I know that, knew it even then. But I always hoped if I could just avoid making her angry…”

He shook his head, and sighed. “It doesn’t matter now. The past is in the past.”

Lan Zhan placed a kiss on his nose. Wei Wuxian’s smile grew into a grin.

“Wei Ying is good. Wei Ying is loved.”

Wei Wuxian wanted to cover his face and dramatically tell Lan Zhan that he was being too sincere again.

But the panic had left him loose-limbed and heavy, a sort of zen all throughout his mind, and his wounds had been treated so carefully, and the line of Lan Zhan’s body was so warm against his own.

“Wei Ying is here,” he says instead. “Lan Zhan is loved as well.”

And then Lan Zhan is leaning down and sealing their lips together, and Wei Wuxian is once again surrounded by the scent of sandalwood.

Wei Wuxian thinks, perhaps, that maybe today is salvageable after all.

[lanbichenbunny]

MDZS Characters as Ice Cream Flavours

If you’re wondering why though ? It’s been gloomy for ages where I live and today is the first sunny day. It got me thinking about ice cream.

Wei Ying: Rocky Road, to put it politely his whole life is a rocky road.

Lan Zhan: Chunky Banana. because he has a….Chunky Banana (I apologise couldn’t think of anything that went with his personality so urm…. this happened.)

Lan Xichen: Mint Choc Chip. He brings the calming freshness of mint but has the sweetness of chocolate chips.

Jin Guangyao: Bubble Gum, His as synthetic as his smile

Nie Huaisang: Salted Caramel, but subtlety salty..like his need for revenge.

Lan Qiren: lemon but soo sour, no one can stand more than one bite. (He blames Wei Ying for his sourness.)

Lan Sizhui: Cookie dough of course, this boy is soft and sweet in the best possible way.

Lan Jingyi: Peanut butter and Jelly. Because he’s sweet and salty.

Jin Ling: raspberry Ripple. He’s tart sometimes but there’s also a sweetness that’s lovable.

Jiang Cheng: He’s the one flavour in the ice cream shop no one buys.

[lanzhansexual]

Look, I get the whole wei ying thinks lan zhan is so beautiful that he'd be offended if people weren't looking at his husband that way.

Buuuut I think if wei ying had thought that lan zhan was paying someone the attention he so desperately craved from the boy back in his first life, he'd be jelly.

All he's ever wanted was lan zhan to pay attention to him, he would be gutted to see someone else get that from him.

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

🌹

It is okay,” Lan Zhan hurries to say. And it is, he is not harmed, and Wei Ying is here. His knees feel like the cubes of grass jelly his uncle is partial to, and the thought of it turns his stomach as the bodies of corpses just to the side look like pieces of minced meat from the stomach down. He kneels to the ground, his head pressed against the crushed dead leaves and snow. Breathing in once, twice, as he steadies himself. He closes his eyes as his head swims.

Context doesn't matter here.

[otterly-chrys]

Im so glad you like it!!! Someone on twitter was looking for this fic (described as “that fic with trans wei ying, lan zhan wears a dress to a party, they all live together”) another person found it, then i spent all night reading it and had to draw this. Im a sucker for everything there. And my desire to have bubble tea and leechee jelly and red bean buns from my local asian market SKYROCKETED.

My imagining of the house crest/tatto from once upon a place by zeldasayre ( @shesarealphony )

This fic was good and sweet and full of romantic misunderstanding and queer found family. I tried to keep the design enterly in blackwork with a lotus for the jaings/wei ying, clouds for lan zhan, and a sun for the wens.

[hooned]

lan zhan’s version of drunk confessions for @sarawatlovestine

[kitkatsgalore]

It’s a date! ☕

[jungoos-pink-backpack]

Jealous LWJ is the best LWJ

The dude literally got so PRESSED because WWX played the damn flute for him I'm-

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs ~*~

Ficrec! Blind wei wuxian in a world where the sunshot campaign never happened (wen Qing successfully overthrew her evil uncle) wwx and lz meet for the first time at a Jiang discussion conference in their 20s. Very cute.

Bright Enough to Shine

by Dreaming_Days (G, 12k, wangxian)

Summary:  The man was sitting at the edge of the dock, feet dangling into the water. He was humming softly to himself, legs gently swinging. His eyes were closed and a small smile pulled at his lips. He had a sharp jawline and pointy chin and lightly tanned skin that seemed to glow in the light of the sun.

Lan Wangji stared, thinking for a moment that he was looking at some kind of water nymph.

Beautiful.

He shook off the thought and glanced around, realizing that his walk may have taken him to the private residences of the Jiang Clan. He considered just leaving, looking to avoid disturbing the man.

But then, the man suddenly stopped humming. He tilted his head as if listening for something.

“Wow,” the man said, turning around. He opened his eyes and Lan Wangji was struck at the sight of the light gray, almost silvery eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” ----------- Or, Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier for a discussion conference and meets someone who quickly becomes special to him. Over the course of 5 meetings, he falls in love.

Edit-now with A-Yuan!

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Ficrec! Yunmeng bro reconciliation. Love Nie Huaisang in this! Basically, Jiang Cheng learns the truth about what happened 5years into the "13 years" timeskip, based off of the live action timeline. Part 1 of a series.

Brotherhood

by LtLJ (G, 10k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian)

Summary:  Five years after the death of the Yiling Patriarch, Jin Guangyao calls Jiang Cheng to Carp Tower, to involve him in a plot. It doesn't go the way Jin Guangyao thinks it's going to go.

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Hi! I don't know if you're accepting recs but if you are, I read a Wen Ning/Jiang Cheng fic (background Wei Ying/Lan Zhan and Wen Qing/Mianmian) and I was wondering if you'd enjoy it?

the properties of bismuth

by myung (G, 4k, chengning)

Summary:  “You’re overthinking this,” Wei Ying says.

He slurps obnoxiously on his 130% sugar light ice cheese foam lychee jasmine fruit tea with pearls and extra coconut jelly, an order that Jiang Cheng is convinced he came up with just to make every Gong Cha employee tremble in fear at the sight of him.

“Wen Ning doesn’t hate anyone. He only holds the emotional capacity to love. It’s, like, programmed into him.”

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Jiang Cheng starts to like Wen Ning. The problem is that Wen Ning is obviously in love with Jiang Cheng's brother.

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[angstymdzsthoughts]

(just crack but what if eh?)

WQ helped giving vital informations to the campaign so when the war was over no one batted an eye when WWX and her had gotten married (Untamed vers where WWX develops feelings for her during the lecture), and then a year later A-Yuan was born.

YLLZ LWJ ever since the marriage has been travelling (jelly boi) and due to his reputation being cold and his control over resentful energy no one was thrilled when he was invited to WWXs son 100 day celebration.

Jin Zixun still get cursed then assumes and ambushed LWJ on his way to Yunmeng cause ya know.. It's Jin Zixun. Worried that his friend has not arrived yet, WWX went to look for him and saw the ambush, then WWX dies saving LWJ. JGY noticing the opportunity made a rumor that LWJ planned this and killed WWX (from the curse until the 'ambush'), JC upon hearing this didn't even hesitate to lead a seige and with LWJ cutting ties with Gusu there was nothing they could do but watch. though the Jiangs and Jins relationship soured because of this, especially JYL and JZX.

Years later cue MXY doing the array and summoning LWJs soul, going to Dafan and seeing WWXs son LWJ couldn't help but let tears fall, it was his fault that Wei Ying didn't have the opportunity to raise and see his son all grown up.

Oof though... I’m just picturing Wei Wuxian’s last words being along the lines of “Lan Zhan... I’m so happy... that you came...” because you just know this boy has been Pining without realizing why.

[razberryyum]

Favorite moments in the MDZS manhua this week, chap 154:

(SPOILERS for MDZS novel chap 54, The Untamed ep 13, and donghua ep 9)

WANGXIAN CAVE LOVE Part 2: Love Bites

"The thing on your body right now will not be able to come off for the rest of your life either.” --from ch. 54 of the novel

Also:

Without speaking a word, Lan WangJi took out some of the herbs from his palm and pressed them onto Wei Wuxian’s chest. Wei WuXian’s entire body trembled as he exclaimed, "Ah!" -- ch. 54.

Other faves:

Wei Ying comforting Lan Zhan. (WY's saying how LZ's complexion didn't look too good today, that's why he would feel better after spitting out the bad blood in his body.)

Wei Ying: "Don't worry, I don't like men. I won't use this opportunity to take advantage of you."

Lan Zhan: "Lame"

Oh Wei Ying honey. You got some self-learning to do.

This gremlin. So proud of the fact that he saved a girl from certain permanent scarring. Meanwhile, Lan Zhan's getting super jelly.

Suddenly, Lan WangJi shoved him hard, raging, "So you also know that she will not be able to forget you for the rest of her life!!!" --from chap 54

Wei Ying's reaction. 🤣🤣🤣 And he's about to make it worse in 3, 2, 1...

Wei Ying: "Lan Zhan is it cuz you like Mian Mian?"

🤦 And hence, the biting. 😁😁😁

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