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Thoughts

Here is something.... _(:3」∠)_

They started out innocent enough. His thoughts. Upon they're first meeting, his immediate thought was 'shameless.' The way that Wei Wuxian carried himself with over confidence and pride made him feel as though the teen had not an ounce of shame.

But then they started to grow, his thoughts. As he grew with them and with each interaction he found himself in with Wei Wuxian.

Studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji doesn't really think about Wei Wuxian much. Until he is stuck monitoring the other's punishment for breaking rules during the classes. He tries to focus on his own work as Wei Wuxian tries his level best to keep him from doing so. His thought is that the boy does not care about those around him. Shameless.

During the archery competition, it is almost the same. Until they are trapped in the cave of the Tortoise of Slaughter. His thoughts evolve into something other than shameless. Evolve into something like admiration.

During the Sunshot campaign, Lan Wangji is plagued with thoughts of doom. Of Wei Wuxian's disappearance. He isn't aware of when it started. This strange emotion that he comes to associate with Wei Wuxian's person. Is it admiration? Is it desire? He does not know.

Upon Wei Wuxian's return, Lan Wangji is taken aback by the man's new appearance. The amount of resentful energy around him. Lan Wangji thinks that he wants to take him somewhere and hide him. Hide him from all the terror and evil within the world. He loves him.

He pines. Wei Wuxian is dead. He doesn't know what to do. He is not able to voice his thoughts. He is unable to even form coherent thoughts on the matter. So he pines. He pines for thirteen years. He loves him.

Wei Wuxian has returned. It's been thirteen years and the man is back, in a body that is not his own. Lan Wangji tries not to be excited. His face remains ever impassive as he snatches Wei Wuxian's wrist to stop him from playing the song. Their song. But Wei Wuxian does not know it is their song. So Lan Wangji continues to pine. His thoughts a muddled mess of bittersweet happiness.

They travel together. It is the hardest thing Lan Wangji has ever done. It has pushed his self control to the brink of collapse. It's so hard. To be so close and yet not be able to touch him. To love him. His thoughts are of the messy kind, filled with things he wishes he could do with Wei Wuxian.

They are in the midst of calamity. The cultivators around them are wrought with fear and disbelief at the situation. But they can only see each other. Wrapped tight around the other, Lan Wangji can finally stop pining. He can finally allow his thoughts to materialize. He's allowed to love him now.

They are finally alone. Everything they have suffered, both together and alone. But they are together. Lan Wangji cannot express just how happy he is, even as they tumble in the bushes. His thoughts now are of the future. Of everything they can and will do together. From now on. They can love each other until the end of time.

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[theghoulthatwrites]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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Birth Date

Hello, I am back with more WWX/junior disciples fluff... _(:3」∠)_

Wei Wuxian liked to think he was a smart man. His mind could run a mile a  minute when he needed it to. He could deduce the most complicated of situations in a matter of minutes and reverse the situation into his favor. Wei Wuxian was a smart man. Until he wasn't.

“Happy birthday, Senior Wei!” Was the chorus of cheers he heard as soon as he left the jingshi this morning. Wei Wuxian stumbled over his feet, caught off guard by the sudden eruption of noise.

“Wha-?” Wei Wuxian had barely recovered his wits when he recognized the same group of junior disciples that had burned paper money for him months earlier. Again, the group was headed by Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi.

“Senior Wei... Did you forget your own birthday?” Lan Jingyi asked him, his voice dripping with disbelief and excitement.

“Well, I... What?” Wei Wuxian had fully recovered from this shock and now had his mind running that mile a minute he always boasted about. He had so many questions. Of course, he knew when his birthday was before he died. But now that he had been reincarnated to a different body, was it technically still his birthday? Or was in Mo Xuanyu's? He couldn't remember what date it was. For that matter, how old was he? Was he supposed to go by his previous life? Was he supposed to go with Mo Xuanyu's official age? He just didn't know the answer to any of these questions. And that was a first for him!

“Senior Wei?” Lan Sizhui's gentle voice broke through his musings. His gaze was soft, as if he knew how fast Wei Wuxian's mind was going.

“A-Yuan, just... give me a moment?” Wei Wuxian brought his hands to his head and massaged his temples. All these questions and no answers, along with the surprise, had his head beginning to pound. “What is today's date?”

“It's the 31st of October, Senior Wei,” Lan Sizhui dutifully answered.

Well, that answered one question. They were celebrating the birthday of his past life. But where did that leave his age? If they were going by his past life, wouldn't he be in his mid-thirties? Mo Xuanyu was definitely not that old. Mo Xuanyu had to be in his mid to late twenties, if anything. So what age was he? He almost felt like the biggest idiot alive when he asked, “And how old am I?”

“...” The group of junior disciples just stared at him. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi shared a look.

“Well...” Lan Jingyi started to say something but seemed to have lost the words right away. Maybe he wanted to say something that would make Wei Wuxian feel better, but what he intended to say would have been off the mark. “That's...”

“Senior Wei,” Lan Sizhui stepped in to save the moment. “Hanguang-jun informed us that this day is the birthday of your past life. So we thought to give you something to celebrate, even if it's the wrong date for your current life.”

Wei Wuxian was flattered. Flattered by the thought that his husband remembered his birth date from his past life, flattered by the fact that the junior disciples looked up to him enough to do something for him. But, that still didn't answer his main question: how old was he?

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Dog Day

Just a little Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling doggy fluff... (-ω-ゞ

“Uncle!”

“No.”

“But, Uncle!”

“Jin Ling. I said no.”

Jin Ling huffed, pouting. The pair had returned from walking Fairy in the park when Jin Ling noticed that a stray puppy had followed them home. Fairy held no interest in the puppy and ran inside to lay on her bed, as if the walk had been the most grueling of walks. Jin Ling had carefully approached the puppy, coaxing it toward him with gentle sounds and movements. Finally, the puppy sniffed Jin Ling's hand before rubbing its small head against it. Now he held the puppy against his chest, facing the wrath of his uncle, Jiang Cheng.

“Can we please keep him?” Jin Ling pouted. He held the puppy so that his big eyes were wide on Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. He studiously refused to look at the puppy. “Jin Ling, you already have a dog. You barely take care of that one!”

“Hey! I take care of Fairy!” Jin Ling bristled, defending himself and the puppy momentarily forgotten. “I feed Fairy, I take her out when you're not here, I bathe her... I take care of Fairy!”

At the moment, the puppy in Jin Ling's arms whimpered, scared and confused by Jin Ling's outburst. Jin Ling immediately returned his attention towards the puppy, petting his head softly.

“Jin Ling, you do not need two dogs when the one you have is already a handful.” Jiang Cheng glared at Jin Ling, still refusing to look at the puppy. He knew what would happen if he did. “Puppies are a lot more work than grown dogs, you know this.”

“Yeah, but Uncle, this can be your dog!” Jin Ling felt as though he had an epiphany. He knew very well how his uncle couldn't refuse any animal once he laid eyes on it. It was the just the way Jiang Cheng was. Jin Ling lifted the puppy up to his face, putting him in Jiang Cheng's direct line of sight.

“Urgh.” Jiang Cheng grunted, trying to tear his eyes away from the puppy. He couldn't. Jiang Cheng stared into the puppy's chocolate brown eyes, seeing the faces of all the dogs he was forced to give up when he was a child and his brother had been adopted. He didn't throw a fit when Jin Guangyao, Jin Ling's other uncle, gave Fairy to Jin Ling because once he saw the puppy, he was a goner. Jiang Cheng sighed, unable to resist any longer – not that he had put up much of a fight. “FINE!”

Jin Ling grinned.

“You can keep the puppy... But you're cleaning up after it.”

Three days later, Jin Ling walks into the living in search of his uncle. The sight that greets him upon entering has him nearly doubling over in silent laughter. On the couch lies a sleeping Jiang Cheng, the stray puppy cuddled on his chest. Jin Ling knew this would happen, but it didn't make it any less funny.

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Paper Money

I’m just a bitch tryna make some cute shit... _(:3」∠)_

“Senior Wei! Senior Wei!”

Wei Wuxian turned to find himself surrounded by a group of junior disciples all looking at him with bright, eager faces. What's this? He smiled at the small group. “Yes?”

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi stepped forward, heading the group. Lan Jingyi's face was slightly flushed, as if he was embarrassed about something while Lan Sizhui had a small smile gracing his lips. Surprisingly, Lan Jingyi spoke up first.

“We, uh... We have something for you, Senior Wei,” he chirped. “We all do!”

It was then that Wei Wuxian noticed all of the junior disciples had their hands behind their backs. He couldn't help becoming just a little suspicious. “Oh? And what's that?”

Lan Sizhui was the first to step forward, bringing his hands from behind his back. He extended his arms towards Wei Wuxian the way one would present an offering. In his hands was a stack of paper money.

“... What?” To say he was surprised was a vast understatement. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Lan Sizhui was holding out a stack of paper money for him. Was he supposed to take it and burn it for someone? He watched, amazed, as the rest of the junior disciples one by one brought their hands from behind their backs. Each one was carrying a small stack of paper money.

“We know,” Lan Sizhui started, “that nobody burned paper money for the Yiling Patriarch when you died the first time.”

The other disciples all nodded fervently in agreement.

“So, today, we thought that it would be nice to burn some paper money for you!” Lan Jingyi practically shouted in glee. It was only the thought is punishment that kept him from doing so.

“But... I'm alive?” Wei Wuxian really didn't know what to do. The infamous Yiling Patriarch was at a complete loss, caused by a small group of junior Lan disciples.

Another disciple came from behind Lan Jingyi carrying a small bucket and a fire starter. Wei Wuxian watched, stupefied, as each person placed their handful of paper money in the bucket. Lan Sizhui took the fire starter and made sparks over the paper. The sparks finally caught and the paper money slowly started to burn brightly. Lan Sizhui and the other disciples all kneeled in the grass and bowed, as if paying their respects to the deceased.

Wei Wuxian stood there, watching with wide eyes. What was he supposed to do? He felt incredibly uncomfortable standing there as a group of Lan disciples – junior or not – bowed at his feet. If one didn't know better, it was almost as if they were worshiping Wei Wuxian in the middle of the Cloud Recesses. Out of the corner of his eye, Wei Wuxian spied Lan Wangji leaving the Library Pavilion. Their eyes met and Wei Wuxian beckoned Lan Wangji over.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whispered once Lan Wangji was beside him. “Why are they suddenly burning paper money?”

Lan Wangji said nothing for a moment, gazing down at the disciples. “... For you.”

“Yes, I see that, Lan Zhan,” he huffed. His eyes widened into saucers as he watch Lan Wangji kneel to the ground with his disciples and bow. “Lan Zhan! What are you doing?!”

Suddenly, it hit him. Back in Yi City, Wei Wuxian had asked Lan Wangji if he had ever burned paper money for Wei Wuxian when he died thirteen years ago. Lan Wangji hadn't answered, so Wei Wuxian had taken it as a no and left it at that. But now here he was, confronted with at least ten junior disciples and his husband all bowing in front of him as a bucket of paper money burned.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji were the first to rise. Lan Sizhui, “You're alive now, Senior Wei, but the you who wasn't back then received nothing.”

“A-Yuan, what made you do this?” Wei Wuxian was still shocked, almost at a loss for words when Lan Wangji had bowed. He noticed Lan Sizhui glance at Lan Wangji and turned to face his husband. “Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, a smallest hint of affection lurking in his golden eyes. All he said, “For you.”

Wei Wuxian felt tears sting in his eyes. He turned his head, rubbing his eyes and sniffling lightly. “Look at you all, making the Yiling Patriarch cry. Who knew he could be defeated this way?”

Chuckling, the rest of the disciples stood and gathered the bucket before leaving. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi stayed a moment longer to salute the two before leaving as well. Wei Wuxian stood there alone, eyes watering, with Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian, “Lan Zhan, did you tell them to do that?”

Lan Wangji gave no response other than to wrap his arm around Wei Wuxian's waist and pull him close. He nuzzled his nose in his husband's hair, breathing in his scent.

“Lan Zhan, you really are too good to me,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. He twisted his body until he was facing Lan Wangji, his arms stealing up around his neck. “So you did burn paper money for me?”

“Mn.”

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Moonlit Tresses

Rating: G

Be nice -- this is my first time writing in months and very first for this fandom. Enjoy! (writing is hard... _(:’3」∠)_)

His eyes snapped open and he sat up, heart pounding in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. His chest heaved with his labored breathing. Clutching at his chest, his eyes darted all over the room. For a moment he didn't recognize it, only forcing his heartbeat to increase impossibly fast. Wei Wuxian felt arms around his waist tighten slightly and looked down, his breathing calmed slowly. Lan Wangji. He was their room. He was in their bed. He was safe.

Sighing softly, Wei Wuxian slowly laid down, careful not to awaken the man beside him. Lan Wangji's arms tightened a fraction more with a small, content sigh escaping his lips. Wei Wuxian settled into his husband's arms, his nightmare fading into the recesses of his mind. Judging by the moonlight still illuminating the room, there was still some time before the sun would begin to rise and Lan Wangji would begin his day.

Lan Wangji muttered intelligibly in his sleep, pulling Wei Wuxian closer and settling his head in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck. Wei Wuxian wriggled his arm under Lan Wangji's head, wrapping his arms around him. His arm soon became tangled in Lan Wangji's long hair, free of its customary bun and ribbon. It's a sight reserved only for Wei Wuxian. There wasn't another soul that could ever see Lan Wangji so disheveled, so... free.

Wei Wuxian wrapped his hand in the stuff and brought it up to his face, studying it. It was so soft that he wondered what exactly the other man did to get it to soft – Wei Wuxian had never seen him do anything special to it while bathing. Maybe it was just a Lan thing, he thought. It didn't matter. Wei Wuxian loved his husband's hair. Bathed in the moonlight it was an even darker shade, like black ink spilled across a pure white sheet of blank paper. It was a wonder that the sheets weren't stained with black. Wei Wuxian brought his fist to his lips, touching the strands of hair delicately. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sandalwood that was a constant presence in his husband. His other hand stroked Lan Wangji's shoulders and back gently.

“Mn.” Lan Wangji's face twitched just slightly before his eyes slowly opened and looked up. His gaze adjusted to the soft light, allowing him to see Wei Wuxian's awe-filled eyes on him. Lan Wangji very carefully turned his head inward and kissed Wei Wuxian's neck lightly.

Wei Wuxian jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden contact. He looked down to find Lan Wangji's golden eyes watching him sleepily. “I didn't mean to wake you.”

Lan Wangji shook his head, pressing a kiss to Wei Wuxian's collar bone.

“Lan Zhan, you have very beautiful hair, do you know that?” Wei Wuxian stroked the other man's hair soothingly, as if brushing away a nightmare. He pressed another kiss to the strands tangled within his fist.

“... You too,” Lan Wangji murmured.

Wei Wuxian laughed softly. “Not nearly as beautiful as yours, Lan Zhan. Nothing could be as beautiful as you.”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji grunted, offering no reply. But Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji would disagree with him had he been more awake. Instead, Lan Wangji drifted back into slumber wrapped around his husband.

Wei Wuxian gazed lovingly at him – his husband – and pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji's forehead. He didn't have the words to describe just how much he loved this man, from his hair to his toes. Wei Wuxian figured that he didn't really need words to show how much he loved Lan Wangji; he could just show with his actions. He wanted to worship Lan Wangji, to show just how much in love with him Wei Wuxian was. He began that campaign tonight, starting with the man's beautiful hair. Pressing a final kiss to his forehead, Wei Wuxian's eyes slipped closed, nightmare forgotten.

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@ all my fellow fic writers, I hope 2019 blesses you with inspiration, motivation and time to write, and your inboxes and messages are flooded with lovely comments and feedback/reviews

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in 👏 2019 👏 we 👏 finish👏 our 👏 WIPs 👏

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in 👏 2019 👏 we 👏 finish👏 our 👏 WIPs 👏

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me, knowing that a lot of REALLY TALENTED PEOPLE read my fics

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a fic writer: *ends a chapter with huge drama and ugly tears* ‘til the next update!

me:

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someone: displays the faintest amount of interest in my wips

me: 

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Me, a writer: I should probably sit down and actually write now

My mind:

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prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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