#zhuiyi

[twistedappletree]

[eternalauwhereeverythingisok]

jiang cheng: what do you believe in now?

jin ling, who communicates with both lan sizhui and lan jingyi : self preservation through love.

jin ling: and chupacabra as well.

[baxiabells]

for the mdzs juniors bingo..! more loosely followed admittedly - the prompt is valentine! ft juniors ot4 kiss configurations

[lee-luca]

Saw some socks with little hands that had magnets in them. If two socks are close together the magnets attract and they'll hold hands :)

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Lan Sizhui, sighing: Jingyi, if Hanguang-Jun was to jump off of a cliff, would you follow him?

Lan Jingyi: With all due respect, my mother gave birth to a leader, an innovator, a dumbass. I’d be the first off that fucking cliff.

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Day 10: Childhood

(Unauthorized) Nap time in the Cloud Recesseses

Prompt List by Jamiedraws__ on Instagram

[cryiling]

here is my art contribution for @mxtxfoodzine, the free mxtx zine complete with so many amazing recipes!! sizhui and jingyi are making jiaozi, and you can too! check out the pdf linked in @mxtxfoodzine's pinned post and enjoy this recipe, plus two more classic taiwanese recipes, PLUS all the amazing entries our contributors have to offer :>

this artwork is actually a companion piece to telling the bees (or, sizhui's tale) by @stiltonbasket!!!! it's literally so amazing u guys, you should totally read it 😭💗💗💗

I'm so happy to finally share this artwork with all of you! it's been in the works for a long time, and although my art style has evolved a little bit since I completed this, I am still so proud of this one 🥺

[meiqinghua]

♡ baby Lans in love

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Technically, Sizhui could be anywhere in the Cloud Recesses. There are even a few places outside the Cloud Recesses -- in the woods, or down in Caiyi town -- where he might have gone. He’s quick even on foot, and while Jingyi doesn’t think Sizhui would go sprinting through the Cloud Recesses in the dead of night to get to wherever it is he’s been going, Sizhui is already breaking curfew and sneaking out, so. Who knows, really.

But Jingyi has been Sizhui’s best friend for as long as he can remember, and he thinks he has a pretty good idea of where to find him.

The rabbit hill is still and mostly empty this late at night, the little bunnies curled into their little burrows to sleep. There are a few rabbit friends out and about though, white puff balls converging around a much bigger white shape in the center. Jingyi mentally pats himself on the back. He may not know Sizhui well enough to figure out why he’s been so weird lately, but he knows where he goes when he’s upset.

He approaches on silent feet, less because he actually thinks he can sneak up on Sizhui and more because he doesn’t want to startle away any of the bunnies. Petting the little fluff balls is incredibly soothing when you’ve had a bad day, and Sizhui has been having a bad... uh, month? Jingyi noticed him being upset a couple weeks ago, but knowing Sizhui he was probably stewing for a while before he started to let it show, so... Jingyi is gonna tentatively go with “month,” and then adjust the timeline as new information is revealed.

Sizhui... doesn’t look up as Jingyi settles into the grass beside him. Concerning! Jingyi does not like that! He does nod his head in greeting though, so that’s something, at least. He -- oh.

It’s hard to tell, in the thin, silvery moonlight, but. His eyes look a little bit wet, not like he’s been crying but like he’s thinking he might start soon.

Oh, no. Jingyi should have followed him the same night he caught Sizhui sneaking out of their room. He should have forced Sizhui to tell him what was wrong weeks ago. Jingyi is the worst friend ever.

Well. He can fix this! He can. He can try to start fixing this, anyway. He doesn’t bother with any of the obvious questions, like are you okay (obviously not) or do you want to talk about it (if he did he would have already.)

Instead what he says, more to the rabbit burrowing into his lap than to Sizhui, because Sizhui kind of reminds him of a rabbit right now too and Jingyi feels like too much attention will make him startle away -- what he says is “Can I help?”

Sizhui takes a shaking, hitching little breath, shock and sorrow. He bows his head. They are, for one absolutely agonizing goddamn moment, completely silent.

They’re sitting in silence for so long that Jingyi starts to wonder if maybe Sizhui won’t talk to him after all. That would be... fine. That would be fine! Sizhui is allowed to have secrets, even if Jingyi is stung by the thought that Sizhui would keep secrets from him. But they’re grown up now and secrets and normal and that’s fine.

“Can I... tell you?” He’s so busy reassuring himself that he won’t be upset if Sizhui doesn’t say anything that he almost misses it when Sizhui finally does say something. Jingyi blinks, and sits up straight. (The bunny in his lap startles and hops away.)

“Of course! You know you can tell me anythi--” “Jingyi.” Oh. That’s. Sizhui has never looked at him like that before. Sizhui has always been the one reaching out for Jingyi, ever since they met, scolding the other kids for bullying him when he struggled in class and helping him study when the teachers moved on before he could understand a concept. Sizhui brought Jingyi to the Jingshi when Hanguang-Jun was still in seclusion because he thought Jingyi needed a grown-up, and Jingyi was welcomed to their table and into their house and into their lives.

Jingyi spent most of his childhood nights curling up to sleep in a-Yuan’s bed, listening to Hanguang-Jun play them both a lullaby, just because he didn’t like sleeping in the orphan’s house. He has always thought of Sizhui as safety, and stability, and home.

And now, Sizhui is looking at Jingyi like he’s a stranger. Sizhui is looking at him like he’s afraid.

“Jingyi,” he says again, so, so quietly. He’s turned now so they’re properly facing each other, and Jingyi can see that he isn’t empty-handed. He’s holding an old, fraying red ribbon in his lap, stroking it with careful fingers. “That -- that’s what I need. That’s how you can help. Jingyi, can I tell you?” His hands twitch, curl into fists. He clutches the ribbon to his stomach. “Can I trust you?”

And -- well. Fuck. Obviously there’s only answer to that!

Jingyi is slow and careful when he reaches out to put a hand on Sizhui’s, but is neither slow nor careful when he says “Yes,” with his whole chest behind it. “Whatever it is, Sizhui, you can trust me.”

It’s true. Jingyi is already wracking his brain for what big secret Sizhui could possibly be about to reveal. Did he kill someone? Sizhui wouldn’t do that without good reason, and Jingyi can’t imagine what that reason could be or when it could have happened but he’ll help cover for Sizhui, he’ll do it, he’ll hide a body and be an alibi if he has to. Oh, huh, but if the person is still a ghost they’re gonna have to deal with that. Eugh. Jingyi will do it, because he’s a cultivator and that’s his job, but--

“I’m a Wen,” Sizhui says, and the entire world promptly stops making any sense.

[fanfictionroxs]

Sizhui: God, give me patience.

Jingyi: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Sizhui: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

[wangxianficrecs]

Just a Little Wound by meyari

Just a Little Wound

by meyari

T, 4k, Zhuiyi & Wangxian

Summary: Raising a child is sometimes a challenge, especially when you’re confronted with a little boy who has no idea whatsoever why it’s not appropriate to stab people who are rude. Mojo's comment: This was a hoot. Excerpt: Wangji blinked at the phrasing before turning to A-Yuan who just stared at Xiongxhang and Uncle curiously. “What happened?” “Elder Menglong was mean to A-Yi, so I stabbed him a little bit,” A-Yuan said completely calmly. “Mean,” Wangji said, holding up a hand to Uncle so that he wouldn’t immediately start ranting. “Elder Menglong is not allowed around children.” “He’s not?” A-Yuan asked, astonished. “But he’s always at the creche being mean. And rude. A-Yi hates him. The creche mothers and fathers wince whenever he shows up.” “Ah,” Uncle said, sighing as he rubbed his face so roughly that he disordered his beard. “That will be dealt with, A-Yuan.”

pov alternating, canon-divergence, gusu lan elders bashing, crack, zhuiyi, jiang yanli lives, sect heir lan jingyi, protective lan sizhui, humor, stabbing

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[mrcformoso]

Spooky month got me thinking of a WangXian Addam's Family AU

(Feel free to use this prompt and tag me in your stories, or I may write this story, myself, after all my other ones!)

Lan Jingyi has always been considered a strange child. After a very bad argument with his family, he gets lost in the woods where he finds Wen Sizhui, the even weirder boy in his class who claims that he could see ghosts and talk to them. Sizhui leads Jingyi to his house, a giant manor on top of a graveyard, where he meets the family.

His adopted father/mother/other Wei Ying, the family patriarch/matriarch/bitriarch (depending on his/her/their mood for the day) who breeds and raises their garden of carnivorous, venomous, and beautiful plants.

Lan Zhan, their loving husband and Jingyi's estranged and distant uncle, who composes music that makes the house morph and change from the inside, and can have other effects such as changing the weather or putting ghosts to rest.

(And yes, they are as shameless and as in love as Gomez and Morticia. I would love to write them with the vibes of those two)

Sizhui's Aunti Wen Qing, who is a mad scientist and doctor, constantly making potions and inventions when she's not taking care of random cuts and bruises of her family.

Sizhui's zombie-but-not-a-zombie Uncle Wen Ning, who loves being helpful around the house and could casually carry gigantic trees and rocks with his strenth alone. He also loves sitting with the house bunnies.

Chenqing, a disembodied hand that assists Wei Ying in all matters and somehow manages to communicate despite being...a disembodied hand.

Wangji, Lan Zhan's guqin that changes into the form of a quiet yet scarily competent human buttler when Lan Zhan's not composing or playing.

And Bichen and Suibian, the two house bunnies that seemed to never age, and are always found together. Sizhui suspects they have a telepathic connection to his parents, because they act more like spies than pets sometimes.

Jingyi slowly finds his way home in this kooky and kinda spooky family, that loves his loud strangeness and accepts all of who he is.

And if he falls in love with Sizhui along the way? That's a plus.

[twistedappletree]

The Boys™️

[multifandom-disaster]

Lan JingYi: You know what’s funny about SiZhui? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.