#this arrangement is a work in progress

[orngbanana]

yknow what? *metal furys your damain*

i like to think that if the writers actually bothered with him he would somewhat try?? to have a healthy relationship with blading idk I just want him to be ok, and I think it would be funny if he had a sudden growth spurt

[quotidianish]

Various tones of BnB sillies

[wangxianficrecs]

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory

To Bring You Back Within My Reach

by ablaiseofglory

M, WIP, 20k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji, tired of the distance created by his own hand, does not know if his husband will ever be happy in Cloud Recesses, if he will ever get to see that beautiful sunny smile directed at him ever again. He knows that the way his husband avoids him now, won't speak to him now, is his own fault. He knows he was too harsh, too cruel, at the beginning of their union to ever be the reason that Wei Ying smiles again. He watches his husband smile wistfully at their youngest disciples from a distance, his uncle never letting him anywhere near them, and thinks if only Wei Ying had a child to dote on, to love, that he would be happier. Knowing he has lost his chance for that child to ever come from him, he turns to all of the children he has seen his husband give food to in the streets, all the children he has smiled at, been kind to, and played with until a disciple pulls him away, and thinks, perhaps, he knows how to make Wei Ying happy again. AKA a historical romance fic which features the Lans being terrible, Lan Xichen focused on fixing that, Lan Wanji focused on simply fixing his relationship, and Wei Wuxian focused on being a surrogate parent to as many children as he can find (eventually). Kay's comments: Important disclaimer that this story hasn't been updated in three years, so keep that in mind, if you start reading it. When I just entered the fandom, I was absolutely obsessed with this story and even now, I think of it every now and then and re-read it recently and it really holds up. Definitely angst-heavy, the kind of story that puts Wei Wuxian through an emotional blender. The misunderstandings are heavy in this one, but so well-done. Excerpt:It had been, possibly, the worst 6 months of Wei Wuxian’s life. He felt that he had truly tried his hardest not to break a rule, and it almost seemed at this point as if Lan Qiren and the elders had it out for him, and had invented new rules just to spite him. His husband was the worst of all, always reprimanding him or making him kneel for hours, for what seemed to Wei Wuxian to be small infractions. He could not understand why Lan Wangji would treat him this way. Surely, he thought, husbands are supposed to help their omegas adjust. Surely they should not treat them like this. His husband had never offered him a single kind word. Wei Wuxian almost flinched at the sight of him now. The day after his wedding, he had tried to make friends with him, joking and cajoling, and had been met with glares so harsh you would think that he had murdered a baby right in front of him. He had tried speaking to his husband cordially at dinner, far more formally than he had ever tried speaking with anyone in his life, let alone a man he was supposed to be close to, and all that had happened was Lan Wangji saying that mealtimes were to be passed in silence. When he had tried to speak more, Lan Wangji had taken the food away! Sure, it was bland fare, but he was still starving! When he had protested that, Lan Wangji had stated that further infractions would lead to another punishment in the library on proper decorum. On and on it went that way, with Wei Wuxian trying to make any overture towards kindness or friendship, and Lan Wangji punishing him severely for each attempt. After three months of acting like it did not affect him, and trying again, he had finally succumbed. One could only be forced to kneel so often before they broke, he supposed.

pov alternating, canon divergence, omegaverse, arranged marriage, alpha lan wangji, omega wei wuxian, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, slow burn, misunderstandings, miscommunication, good sibling lan xichen, yu ziyuan being an asshole, gusu lan sect punishment methods, mental health issues, mating cycles/in heat

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[oceanmoss]

goodnight to the beautiful tumblrinas I hope tomorrow treats us alll so well 🤸‍♀️💌❣️‼️

[duchessdepolignaca03]

Thank you @hgejfmw-hgejhsf - I’ve been tagged by others previously on here and thank you to those who have. This is my very first! Here goes!

This RWRB Concubine!AU is inspired by the blue veil from Mary & George, i.e. the piece of fabric that launched a thousand fics.

Odalisque

To his people, King Alexander is not just a ruler, but God himself on earth, and to Henry he is the universe. He is resplendent in his ceremonial garment - cream white trousers and a blue slash that matches Henry’s veil draped over his otherwise bare torso. He is the very image of male virility and regal power. He takes Henry’s breath away when he smiles his charming, dimpled smile, making Henry shiver and flush beneath his veil, anticipation thrumming in his veins.

Alexander. His Alexander, whom he had loved all his life despite the turbulence of their childhood. Alexander whom he has not been allowed to see since he was fifteen years old and began his seclusion, when he still raged against the inevitability. Alexander, who despite their physical distance and the rigours of purity demanded of Henry, had seduced him and who owned his heart so completely.

Henry is overwhelmed, and he stumbles but never falls. King Alexander springs to action to catch him, their hands easily finding their way to one another in a touch that is both inexorably electric and grounding. He hears the faint gasp of the crowd over the break in protocol, as King Alexander brings his hands up to his lips and kisses them reverently.

“You’re here, you’re finally here,” Alexander whispers, his voice struck with awe, only for Henry to hear. “My Henry.”

Very much a WIP. I started writing this fic as a mental break from the brutality of Rule Britannia, while playing with some of the same themes. Originally envisioned as a one-shot, this fic is looking more like my next multi chapter venture once Rule Britannia is complete. Can’t wait to get back to it!

Tagging @priincebutt @tailsbeth-writes @sparklepocalypse (though I know you don’t have power) and @zwiazdziarka and I also need more fandom friends to tag, so anyone else, please go ahead and tag yourself!

[madamechrissy]

silent serenades is breaking my heart omg. i only hope for a happy ending or i might just perish 💔

Hello love, I know this is an angsty, emotional one 😭💓 Don't worry it will end happy ❤️ Even if it takes a while!!

[novel-nook-blog]

What's the last sentence you wrote in your current WIP?🌸

Mine is:

"If you want a solemn ceremony according to your wishes, we can have one more wedding. It doesn't have to be right away, but when you want to fulfill your childhood dream, I'll be happy to stand at the altar with you,” he murmured into her hair.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Slowly, yet painfully realizing that we're probably the exact type of person that random fandom guys would miscast as a father.

[butnotbubblegum]

i did so many Big Adult Things today and for that i deserve to be able to sleep forever and never do anything again

[avelera]

I am delighted/horrified to say that I've done a count of how many arcs I expect are left in "Come live with me" and the answer is six (6).

Keep in mind, the Naxos arc in Giving Sanctuary was 5 chapters of 5-10k words each, the Dinner Party arc is looking like 8 chapters of more like 6k-12k in length each, so that's what I mean by an arc.

Suffice to say I'm mildly terrified but the good news is I think I see a way to break CLWM into more discrete chunks now so it's not just 70k words of three days of in-story time. Oi. We can start time-skipping soon without missing good stuff because let me promise you, I've got way more interesting stuff coming up in CLWM then just sitting around a pokey little backwater town, ffs, and I can't wait to get to it.

[darkkbluee]

What if Shinigami were secretly cupids. They're usually limited to killing people to remove obstacles from the path of their romance. But for people who couldn't have met any other way, they need to take a risk and drop their Death Note and follow them around because these dumbasses still won't get their shit together.

[nostalgia-tblr]

feeling rly pleased with myself because i wrote 300 words. not 300 words of the thing i intended to write, but it's still 300 words!!! :D

[allright]

thinking of a royalty au with eventual poly!nanago...

[wangxianficrecs]

To Not Vainly Break Branches by ChilianXianzi

To Not Vainly Break Branches

by ChilianXianzi

M, 3k, Wangxian | One-sided Xixian

Summary: "It gets lonely in the Gentian Palace, Wangji," his brother says, something like a gentle rebuke in his voice, "You might remember it less clearly than I do, but Mother was always lonely too. I merely do not want the Empress to suffer the same fate." Lan Wangji does not remember much of Mother, only remembers the feeling of warmth and the soft hum of her songs, the gold of her eyes shining with what he now realises was longing. Unbidden, he remembers the shadow of a face behind a curtain of gossamer red, a face he never even unveiled. After three years of fighting a war and being away from the Imperial Palace, Lan Wangji finds himself falling for an Empress he's all but forgotten having wed. Kay's comments: There's just something about Emperor Lan Wangji/Empress Wei Wuxian stories that hits different, especially if it feat. the delicious angst and pining of Emperor Lan Wangji who totally ignored his Empress Wei Wuxian and left him lonely in the Gentian Palace and only turns up when it's almost too late to gain or re-gain Wei Wuxian's affections like in this story! Lan Wangji's POV in this first chapter was amazing, the way he seemed so detached and truly above everyone else like an Emperor is supossed to be, but then he immediately melted when he actually got to interact with his Empress, so good! Excerpt: It would seem that once Lan Wangji was reminded of his Empress' existence, he finds traces of him everywhere within the Cloud Recesses. Minister Herald Meng speaks of the Empress' help in making sure the delegations from the far South were served a suitably spiced fare, and Nie Huaisang flutters a fan adorned with golden finches that the Empress painted for the younger Nie. There is a strange feeling in the pit of Lan Wangji's stomach, like one does when one accidentally misses a step, at these small revelations of how much his Empress' life seem to intertwine with everyone else but himself. And the way things were going, he probably ought not be surprised that his own heir is not exempt to it.

pov lan wangji, royalty, canon divergence, arranged marriage, married lan wangji/wei wuxian, adopted lan sizhui, emperor lan wangji, empress wei wuxian, one-sided lan xichen/wei wuxian, xixian, possessive lan wangji, genius wei wuxian, inventor wei wuxian, prince lan xichen, pining, developing relationship

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[atlasreign]

“Take my hand. I promise, I won’t let you go.” / From Micah !!!

Hesitation.

That is the first emotion coursing through his body, a wariness to accept an offering so simple and yet, so important. Any time someone has offered a hand to Rhys, it has led to a tragedy in some form or another. They fear what will happen if, yet again, a hand is imprinted within theirs. Eyes glance between the offered hand and to the person doing the offering, the way xe looks at Rhys with a hopefulness behind those eyes. A hopefulness that Rhys wants too.

At first he goes to give over to xem the silver mechanical hand, the robotic part of himself. It is a suitable offering, perhaps. A form of distancing, people do not get hurt if it is separated from him. But he halts, brow is lowered and furrowed at his own decision. It's rude, wrong. This isn't how he wants the story to go. No hiding, no burrowing, no pretending the hurt can just stop. Rhys needs to face it all head on.

It may well be the common denominator in the past experiences wasn't him, but his affiliations. Maybe this time, things can be different. Xe is giving Rhys an opportunity, to do something better with his time whilst Atlas rebuilds. And with a promise as deep as not letting go... His mechanical hand withdraws, replaced by his left hand. The one that still makes him feel real.

Taking Micah's hand into his own, Rhys can only give an affirmative nod. Their voice shakey, unnerved and anxious about what is to come. ❝ Better not break that promise, okay? ❞ Silently, it is followed by a singular thought. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( because i'll cry if you do. )

[kaeyapilled]

"this spiral abyss shit easy" <- me before having to rawdog two bathysmal vishaps with just kaeya rosaria barbara as healer and a lvl 50 mona