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#Hate when fics dont acknowledge jiang cheng feelings
re-rencc · 3 years
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I have a lot of feelings about the twin heros reconciliation, you see, i love them and i want them to be happy, but, here comes the but, i also just want to see jiang cheng be his grumpy self, let the man be angry, he may not be the best person but i think he deserves to be angry, everyone always talks about he like he was the whole reason that things went down hill, but put yourself in his place, i would be mad, like, real mad, and i would have also probs felt guilty, he doesn't NEED to stop being mad at wei wuxian, they dont need the reconciliation bc they went down diferent paths and i dont think that in canon a reconciliation would have been the healthiest thing to happend for both of them, does that stops me from wanting them to be close again, no, i actually quite really like the fics out there, its just my humble opinion
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suspiciouspopsicle · 3 years
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prompt: fake dating sangcheng! if you dont want to write sangcheng then euhh lesbian wangxian? oki I hope this helped! I love your writing ^^ ~ Soja
thank you very much!! =D I have zero confidence in my ability to let secondary characters carry a fic, but I do enjoy writing rule63!wangxian! ^^
a/n: I have no idea what they’re putting in Lucky Charms nowadays, so I’m using the list I remember from commercials: hearts, stars, and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold and rainbows, and a red balloon
also, if you get a kick out of wwx’s mental rollercoaster, you should take a look at Leah’s recent fic: ‘Did you hear? Lan Zhan is gay!’
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Wei Ying is sitting across from Mianmian in the campus cafeteria when Lan Zhan walks in. They're close enough that she can see a Ziploc sandwich baggie of Lucky Charms cereal to Wei Ying's right. There are three groups of marshmallows on the table between the women—not sorted in any way obvious to Lan Zhan—and a small pile of the frosted cereal itself off to one side. She hesitates, reluctant to invite herself to their table, but then Wei Ying looks over, immediately zeroing in on her, and simply lights up.
“Lan Zhan!” She's halfway out of her seat waving, one hand braced on the table. Between the low scoop of her tank top, and the collar of the unbuttoned flannel she's wearing over it, her collarbones look pale and soft. Shadows gather in the gentle dip of her cleavage. Lan Zhan's hand tightens around the strap of her bag, and she keeps her gaze on Wei Ying's face as she approaches.
“Those are not a healthy lunch,” Lan Zhan says as she sits down. She begins taking out her own lunch, which, as has become habit, is much too large for one person and will therefore be split with Wei Ying.
“They aren't for eating,” Wei Ying protests. She's barely finished saying it when she scoops up a few of the cereal pieces straight off the table and pops them into her mouth.
“Eww, Wei Ying!” Hurriedly, Mianmian sweeps all the pieces—cereal and marshmallow—off the table and into her hand, then goes to throw them away. “Don't eat off the tables. When was the last time you saw anyone wipe these down?”
Wei Ying just shrugs, smiling easily. “It's fine. I'm made of sturdy stuff.” She thumps her chest, then drops the issue, turning all her attention onto Lan Zhan once more. “Want me to tell your fortune?”
The non sequitur throws her, and she simply blinks at Wei Ying, waiting for...for a reason she'd asked such an odd question.
“That's what the Lucky Charms are for,” Wei Ying says, and it's just as nonsensical as the question.
Lan Zhan wonders if perhaps this is not, in fact, reality, but some strange dream. She's had dreams where Wei Ying says unlikely things to her before. Things like: 'Look how clear these loquats are! You can see the abyss inside!' Or: 'If you can't walk, let's pick a leaf off the turtle and ride that out.' Or: 'You can join us for tea even though you're still alive.' Or: 'I love you.'
Weird things. Things she wouldn't say in the waking world.
“I can read your future in the marshmallows!” Wei Ying says.
Lan Zhan bites the inside of her cheek. She feels it. Hm. Not a dream, then.
Wei Ying is grinning hugely, merriment on the verge of spilling over into laughter. Lan Zhan cannot help but glance at Mianmian to gauge if the conversation makes any more sense to her.
Surprisingly, Mianmian nods in acknowledgment. “She's not bad, actually. Mine was accurate.”
Lan Zhan looks back at Wei Ying, who is now brandishing the Ziploc baggie of cereal at her. Lost, she offers a plastic container of spicy peanut noodles in exchange. Wei Ying happily takes the noodles. Lan Zhan does not take the baggie.
“Here, you don't have to eat them!” Wei Ying shakes the bag at her. “Just pull out a small handful, okay?”
Without meaning to, Lan Zhan glances at Mianmian again, who makes an encouraging motion at her. Sighing inwardly, she reaches into the bag, and takes a handful of cereal. It grates together in her loose grip, light and rough. She can feel the dust of it beneath her nails.
“Okay, so, without looking, start dropping it piece by piece into three piles. Move on once you've dropped a marshmallow, and keep going around until you're out of cereal.”
Wei Ying looks eager. She hasn't even opened the container of noodles, and it is usually hard to distract her from food Lan Zhan has made. Still doubting Wei Ying's self-professed gift for divination, Lan Zhan humors her, and does as asked. As she places the cereal piece-by-piece into three piles, Wei Ying sweeps away the frosted pieces, leaving only colorful marshmallows in their wake. She talks as she goes.
“It's a pretty basic spread. I can do quick readings with a handful, but this is more detailed.” Her crooked grin says she knows full-well how ridiculous all of this sounds. “First group is all about the most important thing in your life right now!”
Mianmian snorts. When the others turn to her, she waves them off. “Nothing, nothing. Keep going.”
Glancing at the marshmallows on the table, Wei Ying gives her an odd look, then shakes her head and picks up the explanation. “The second group shows obstacles or challenges associated with group one. And the third group is all about what your best course of action is.”
When the last of the cereal is on the table, Lan Zhan has two groups of three marshmallows, and one with only two. She stares at the piles. It hadn't felt like she had taken that much from the bag.
The “most important thing” group consists of two pink hearts and a red balloon. The “challenges” group holds a blue moon, a yellow and orange shooting star, and approximately two-thirds of a rainbow. The marshmallows ran out before her third pass to the “action” group, so it holds only a green hat shape with a darker green clover in the middle, and a purple horseshoe.
“Gee, I wonder what that first set means,” Mianmian says. Something in her tone implies that she knows something that they don't. Lan Zhan refuses to respond, but Wei Ying merely sticks her tongue out at Mianmian. She's being dismissive, but Lan Zhan catches the way her eyes widen slightly when she takes a good look at the marshmallows.
Having only meant to indulge Wei Ying, Lan Zhan finds that she seriously regrets playing this game. It seems obvious what conclusions will be drawn from the two hearts, and, coincidentally, their meaning is accurate. Lan Zhan is in love. And now Wei Ying is going to know it.
The seconds drag on. Wei Ying studies the marshmallows, absently reaching up to tug at her lip. Watching, Lan Zhan feels the urge to lean over and pull her hand away to kiss her. She wants to catch Wei Ying's lower lip in her teeth and tug. She sets the urge aside, knowing that such thoughts will be keeping her company later that night.
“Well,” Wei Ying says at last, waving her hand airily over the marshmallows. “I guess it's obvious what's most important to you right now.” She fixes Lan Zhan with a stare too intense for the crooked grin she wears. “You're in love.”
Lan Zhan knows that she is hard to read, and doesn't startle easily. More, she knew this was coming. It shouldn't startle her so badly to hear the words spoken aloud, but it does. She knows she didn't manage to hide her reaction when Wei Ying's eyes go wide.
“Oh, shit, you are,” she breathes.
She is gaping at Lan Zhan, as if trying to read her heart. Lan Zhan looks away, feeling her ears burning. She glares at the tell-tale marshmallows, silently forbidding any of them from giving away the whole truth.
“Who is it?” Wei Ying blurts out.
Lan Zhan presses her lips firmly closed, but Mianmian—who is apparently far more observant than expected, and also a terrible friend—smirks and says: “Someone you know really well.”
“Lan Zhaaan....”
Something in Wei Ying's voice makes her look up, and once she does, she's caught by wide, pleading gray eyes. The horny part of her brain snatches the image greedily, fuel for other imaginings that Lan Zhan ignores through years of practice.
“Mianmian knows? You told her, but not me?”
About to protest that she hadn't done any such thing, Lan Zhan is silenced when Wei Ying gasps.
“Oh my god, are you in love with Mianmian?”
Lan Zhan hates this entire conversation. She hates it with a passion. Those are UNlucky Charms.
“Eat your noodles,” she says instead of answering. She finishes unpacking her own lunch, and begins to eat, although she knows that a show of disinterest will not dissuade Wei Ying. That tenacity is actually one of the things Lan Zhan loves best about her.
Back in high school, when she hadn't known how to reach out and make friends, Wei Ying had kept after her and kept after her until her presence was no longer a surprise, and certainly not an intrusion. One day, Wei Ying had brought Lan Zhan along to the movies with some of her other friends. Jiang Cheng had bristled at Lan Zhan's presence, had scolded Wei Ying for making a nuisance of herself. Grinning, Wei Ying had simply slung an arm around Lan Zhan's shoulders, and claimed that they were the best of friends. As if it should have been obvious. Lan Zhan—hyper-aware of the warmth of Wei Ying's body pressed close, of the smell of her, the contrasting strength in her arm and softness of her gentle curves—had nodded once and otherwise tried not to move at all, suddenly desperate for Wei Ying to keep her wrapped in that half-hug forever.
So. She had a friend, and she had a crush, and they were, of course, the same person, and Wei Ying could never know. Because Wei Ying was straight, and Lan Zhan did not need her love reciprocated. All she needed was to know that Wei Ying was happy. That was enough.
And now, thanks to some gimmicky cereal, her secret is closer to being revealed than it ever has been.
Wei Ying scarfs down a few bites of the noodles, but she's obviously distracted. Her gaze switches between the marshmallows and Lan Zhan. She doesn't even moan theatrically in that way she has of appreciating good food. It seems the marshmallows' revelation will not be ignored.
“All right, so,” she swallows hard, and jabs the chopsticks Lan Zhan had brought her at the marshmallows. “My beautiful, sweet Lan Zhan is in love.”
Lan Zhan is fairly certain that her ears have gone as red as Wei Ying's flannel. Luckily, they are overlooked.
“From the looks of it, the problem boils down to communication issues. There's a gap between you and the person you love that isn't being bridged properly. Which is silly, because you've got so many tells, honestly, like—” Abruptly, she turns to Lan Zhan, and huffs out a laugh. “Like your ears. Ahh, Lan Zhan, are you embarrassed? You're so cute!”
When Wei Ying reaches out to poke the shell of her ear, Lan Zhan catches her wrist and pins it gently to the table. She doesn't meet Wei Ying's eyes.
“Do not patronize me.”
“How dare you! It isn't patronizing if I'm being sincere! Mianmian! Aren't Lan Zhan's ears cute?”
Rolling her eyes, Mianmian rests her chin in her hand. “I'm pretty sure you're the only person who thinks enough of Lan Zhan's ears to have any firm opinions about them.”
“Who has to think about it? Cute is cute.”
It has not escaped Lan Zhan's notice...has, in fact, occupied nearly the entirety of her attention, that Wei Ying has yet to pull her hand free. Lan Zhan doesn't dare so much as twitch a finger around her wrist. She resolves to eat left-handed, and very carefully does not look in Mianmian's direction where she can practically sense radiating waves of judgment over her choices.
“Anyhow,” Wei Ying says. “Two hearts means it's mutual, so obviously someone else must think that Lan Zhan has cute ears.”
She needs to stop saying that, Lan Zhan thinks. She can't just keep saying that.
“I'm sure they love you back, Lan Zhan. Just take a chance. Be open. Uh...it might be sort of urgent.” She flicks the horseshoe. “I'm not completely sure. But at least you should have some good luck on your side.”
She shoots Lan Zhan a smile that strikes like an arrow through her heart. Lan Zhan looks quickly away.
“The fortune is not accurate,” she murmurs.
“Hm? You aren't in love after all?”
Lan Zhan shakes her head once. “She does not love me back.”
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Wei Ying is having a series of small crises. Upon some self-reflection, it turns out that all the staring and teasing and admiring and flirting and touching and, more recently, adult-rated dreams she's been having—all centered on Lan Zhan—are the result of feelings! Love feelings! Real ones! Who knew?
This is not a bad thing! Lan Zhan's a wonderful person to fall in love with! The best! She's smart and beautiful and has a wicked sense of humor and she's kind and thoughtful and hard-working and Wei Ying just always wants to be around her! She wants to give her first kiss to Lan Zhan. She's never wanted to give that away before. Considered it, sure, but never really flirted with anyone who felt like the right person for it. Lan Zhan is the perfect person for it.
Except for the fact that Lan Zhan is probably straight.
Or so Wei Ying had thought! Because! She just found out! At lunch! In the campus cafeteria with Mianmian and a pile of kids' cereal! That Lan Zhan! Likes! GIRLS!
This is fantastic news! This is a chance!
Except for the fact that Lan Zhan is Very Definitely In Love.
And so, not two days after realizing that she is in love with her best friend, Wei Ying has had about enough of feelings for a while. She is getting dizzy. All these ups and downs are bad for her poor, fragile heart. She finishes the delicious lunch that Lan Zhan—being The Best Person Ever—has made for her, and barely tastes a bite of it. The marshmallows taunt her. That could have been her with those hearts. She loves Lan Zhan! And the balloon is her symbol, anyhow! Not fair that it should show up like that.
Mianmian is long gone. Lan Zhan left only moments ago, heading to her next class. Wei Ying wanted to fling herself onto Lan Zhan's back and cling to her like the lacy duster she's wearing.
Sighing, Wei Ying slumps forward, resting her head in her arms. Reaching out, she nudges the little blue moon. Certain marshmallows represent certain people. Red balloons show up for herself, hearts are for Jiang Yanli, horseshoes for Jiang Cheng...and blue moons for Lan Zhan. They have other meanings, of course. Silly to tell fortunes with them otherwise, but....
She presses too hard on the moon, and it shoots out of its pile, knocking straight into the red balloon before they spin to a stop. Mianmian knew about the balloon. But it was silly to think that she might have been right in hinting it. Lan Zhan was very honest, after all. She wouldn't have hidden....
Blue moons. Changeability, hidden sides, a nurturing nature, peace. But also coldness, distance.
Rainbows. Bridges, connections. Broken marshmallows took on the reverse of their usual meanings.
Without even looking, Wei Ying grabs the Ziploc baggie of Lucky Charms. She reaches in and pulls out a handful, as many as she can grab, and lifts them out.
Blue moons. Red balloons. Pink hearts. They spill from her fingers like a cloudburst, more than could have possibly been in the baggie, as many as there should have been in an entire box altogether. There isn't a single piece of plain, frosted cereal among them. They scatter across the tabletop as she surges to her feet and runs for the door.
“Lan Zhan! Wait for me!”
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