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gentil-minou · 7 months

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WlW Wangxian Week Day 5 - Domestic Bliss @wlwangxianweek

Established Relationship | Happy National No Bra Day <3

cw for some dysphoric thoughts about having large breasts

Lan Zhan slips one of her girlfriend's softest oversized band shirts over her head. It hangs over the curve of her bare breasts and loosely drapes over the rest of her slender form.

Her eyes catch on her drooping breasts as they sag over her waist. It's habit at this point to stare, even though she knows she shouldn't.

She makes a conscious move to drag her eyes away to finish drying her hair and settle in for the evening. Her nipples brushes uncomfortably against the edge of the sink as she leans over. She flinches the slightest bit, contorting her spine into a concave shape so she can finish her routine without the unwanted friction.

She really should be used to the annoyances that come with having large breasts, but...

She's aware her relationship with her breasts is… complicated.

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.

(threadfic here)

#this one is kind of personal to me haha #every time someone draws fem lz with big knockers i cringe in sympathy #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #wlw wangxian #wlwangxianweek #genderbend #cisswap wangxian #genderbent wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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just-here-for-tgcf-mdzs · 3 years

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Lan Zhan: Truth or dare

Wei ying: Truth

Lan Zhan: How many hours have you slept this week?

Wei ying: Dare

Lan Zhan: Go to sleep

Wei ying: I don't like this game

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sarah-yyy · 4 years

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*chants* wen brand wen brand wen brand!

Lan Wangji freezes, when Wei Wuxian’s inner robes part enough for him to catch sight of what looks like the Wen sigil. He lets out an inhuman noise, because it can’t be, it can’t be- He pushes Wei Wuxian’s robes off his shoulders, and then finds that he cannot breathe as he stares at the Wen brand, burnt into Wei Wuxian’s skin.

“How?” Lan Wangji asks.

Wei Wuxian looks away from Lan Wangji, and doesn’t answer.

This in itself is enough of an indicator that Lan Wangji has something to do with it. Lan Wangji thinks he might cry. Or storm the Qishan army camp to seek revenge for Wei Wuxian.

He forces himself to draw a deep breath. “When you sneaked into their camp to bring Wen Qing back?” he prods.

Wei Wuxian sighs. “Does it matter, er-dianxia?”

“It does to me,” Lan Wangji tells him.

“She wouldn’t leave without Wen Ning,” Wei Wuxian says quietly, “and they were keeping him with the prisoners. There was only one way to get in.” He holds Lan Wangji’s gaze. “I had to get him. Wen Qing would not have come back with me otherwise.”

And Lan Wangji, delirious and possibly dying from a poison arrow that had nicked him in the thigh, had needed Wen Qing to save his life.

Wei Wuxian had willingly allowed himself to be branded, to have the mark of the Wens scorched onto his skin, to save Lan Wangji’s life. He will wear the mark of the Wens for the rest of his life because of Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji closes his eyes, unable to face Wei Wuxian. He has never felt more inadequate or undeserving of Wei Wuxian’s love in his life.

“It’s ugly, huh?” Wei Wuxian says, letting out a soft, humourless huff. “I can keep my robes on, er-dianxia, you don’t have to-”

Lan Wangji kisses him.

Lan Wangji kisses him because it’s painful to hear the self-deprecation and self-doubt in Wei Wuxian’s voice, because Lan Wangji’s heart is too full of emotions he knows no words will be able to adequately describe, because it’s hurting Lan Wangji that Wei Wuxian is blaming himself for wearing a brand that he only has because he loves Lan Wangji too much.

He kisses him, and kisses him, and doesn’t ever want to stop.

How will Lan Wangji ever be able to match Wei Wuxian’s love for him?

He doesn’t know, but he wants to try.

“Wei Ying,” he whispers, when they have to part for breath. He lets his lips trail down, over the curve of Wei Wuxian’s jaw, down the soft skin of Wei Wuxian’s neck, and finally, finally presses his lips to the skin marred by the Wen brand. “I think Wei Ying is beautiful,” he whispers. “Beautiful everywhere.”

Wei Wuxian lets out a punched out breath. “You don’t have to-”

“Beautiful,” Lan Wangji says again, firmly, looking into Wei Wuxian’s eyes. “Beautiful because it’s a part of Wei Ying.”

“Don’t,” Wei Wuxian rasps out. “Don’t say things that you don’t mean. Because I will believe it, and it will hurt later, when I-”

Lan Wangji kisses him silent again, cups Wei Wuxian’s face tenderly in his hands, and closes his lips gently over Wei Wuxian’s this time.

He’s trembling, they both are, overcome by emotions.

“I mean it,” Lan Wangji swears, breathes the words out into the space between their lips. “I mean all of it. I will always mean the things I say to you, I promise. I swear to you. Will you believe me, Wei Ying?”

His eyes feel hot and wet. He thinks he might die if Wei Wuxian doesn’t believe him, and then spares a moment to consider that he would deserve it, if Wei Wuxian doesn’t believe him.

“Wei Ying,” he whispers, distressed at Wei Wuxian’s silence. He pulls away to better regard Wei Wuxian. “Wei Ying. Please.”

It’s a long moment before Wei Wuxian nods. His eyes are shining with tears. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispers, reaching out for him. “Come back?”

It’s the easiest thing in the world to follow Wei Wuxian’s directives, to let himself sink back into Wei Wuxian’s arms, to the plushness of his lips. He loses himself to the sensation of kissing Wei Wuxian, and doesn’t recover from it till they wake the next morning.

(buy me a kofi! // more rebuttable presumption)

when does this happen???? fuck knows. sometime after this, probably. maybe some weeks??? definitely before this though. WE HAVE ESTABLISHED THAT I HAVE NOT THOUGHT THIS THROUGH. don’t ask me hard questions and just. go with the flow, i am begging you, my darlings.

#the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #rebuttable presumption verse #ficlets #mild to med sads!!#DON'T @ ME Y'ALL ASKED FOR THIS OKAY???#i could've been writing some soft fluffy confessions tonight but y'all wanted this so HERE have some mild to med sads #i think wwx will always default to 'er-dianxia' when he's trying to deflect #he uses 'er-gege' sparingly and only when they're in private #calls him 'lan zhan' also mostly when they're alone #this will change after they get married #you wouldn't be able to go five mins in their presence without hearing wwx go 'lan zhaaaaaaan'#but for now he only uses lwj's name when he cannot help himself #and lwj treasures every single instance of it #Anonymous #asks #we just.......broke 10k on this verse FUCK #i'm going to need a masterpost for this one too now huh #we'll see if i find some time this weekend so for now just.....head into the tag yourselves #bear with me for a bit while i reconsider my entire life!!#this was meant to be a SHORT VERSE

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miixz · 2 years

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Wei Wuxian was bored.

His punishments on the library had fallen into a sort of routine. After many days where Wei Wuxian would tease Lan Wangji, and end up silenced for his efforts, he had decided to take a break from playing and behave a little better. Not much of course, just enough to stop the silence spells. It was much harder to amuse himself when he couldn’t speak after all.

“Lan Zhaaaaaaan!” he called.

Lan Wangji remained still, ignoring him with practiced ease. A few days ago the use of his name had gotten him a cold, angry stare, but now he seemed to have gotten used to it. “Lan-er-gege! Look at me, I have a question!”

Once again, there was no answer, but he noticed Lan Wangji’s hands tighten their hold on his book.

“That’s very rude, you know!” Wei Wuxian kept his tone serious and admonishing, “Everyone says you’re above reproach, what would they say if they saw you acting like this?” he paused in mock contemplation. “You must really hate me, huh? First you attack me, then you insist on being so impolite, and here I thought being courteous and easy on others would matter to you!”

He pouted as his disappointed rant got him the same reaction as before, deciding to let it be for some minutes. It wouldn’t do to push Lan Wangji too far before he tried his new idea.

After some copying, he tried again, “Lan Zhan!” No reaction. “Lan-er-gege!” A twitch. “Dada? I’m saying it right, aren’t I? Dada! Or would it be er-dada?”

Finally, Lan Wangji looked at him. “Stop.”

“Why should I? It got you to look at me.” He dropped his writing materials, inclining himself further in Lan Wangji’s direction. “Should I call you dada from now on? Will you reply to me then, Lan-er-dada?”

“Don’t,” he growled.

Wei Wuxian grinned. “Dada! Lan-er-dada!” he kept teasing.

Suddenly, he grabbed onto Wei Wuxian’s wrist, pushing him back from where he was almost leaning into Lan Wangji. “Stop it,” he repeated.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

For a moment they just stared at each other. There was a furious intensity in Lan Wangji’s eyes that delighted him. He was sure no one else had made the peerless Lan-er-gongzi look that angry before.

“Come on, are you just going to stare at me, dada? Is that it? And here I thought—”

In one swift movement, Wei Wuxian had been quieted, not by a spell, but by the press of soft lips against his own.

Neither of them moved, both shocked into stillness.

Before Wei Wuxian could process what happened, he was already being shoved back. “I... I apologize.”

Lan Wangji was looking down, fists pressed tightly on his lap, and while his expression was concealed, everything about how he held himself screamed of regret. Wei Wuxian took that in, and thought back to the kiss.

This.... Changed quite a lot.

Wei Wuxian thought back to their past interactions, adjusting them to this new context. Lan Wangji wouldn’t have done such a thing if he’d never thought about it, he was far too honorable to kiss someone out of nowhere… Had he misread his reactions?

When it came to his own feelings, he decided without much thought. For all that he might have never considered kissing, he found that he wanted it now that it was an option.

Maybe it should have been more of a revelation, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. After all, he had always wanted Lan Wangji’s eyes on him.

Yes, he would like more of this.

Decision made, he broke the silence, “That was my first kiss, Lan Zhan.”

His words made the other boy recoil, curling into himself in clear shame. That won’t do. Wei Wuxian shifted closer to him, resting both hands on his shoulders. “That was my first kiss, so you have to take responsibility, alright, dada?”

Startled, Lan Wangji’s eyes found his once more, searching for meaning.

“Kiss me again?”

“... Mm.”

This time they came together slowly, giving Wei Wuxian ample time to be aware of every touch. He made sure to pay attention, determined to keep this memory with him, from the softness of Lan Wangji’s lips, to the way his hands fit around his waist.

For the rest of that afternoon, his punishment was entirely forgotten.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs #mdzs fic #my fic #fluff

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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First time submitting prompts, fairly new follower. Love your writing!

NHS and LWJ friendship. Subtle and maybe people other than their big brothers don't see it and it shocks people when they find out. Mostly Canon compliant?

Associates - Part 3 - ao3, pt 1, pt 2

In the end, it was Lan Wangji who went to get Wei Wuxian, rather than wait patiently for him to return of his own free will as he had originally intended.

It had been Nie Huaisang’s idea, after nearly a year of Wei Wuxian travelling – they’d never actually pursued the jealousy idea he’d initially suggested on account of it being a terrible idea, Lan Wangji’s temporary moment of insanity in even considering it aside. It had come up seemingly apropos of nothing, one day when the two of them were working together in Lan Wangji’s study, Lan Wangji filling out the paperwork in his graceful handwriting as Nie Huaisang flittered around solving problems – he preferred pacing as he thought, which perhaps explained his reluctance to work on documents despite his beautiful calligraphy, and all the marching around made him, in some moments, look remarkably like his elder brother, something Lan Wangji deliberately refrained from ever mentioning.

“You need to go pick him up,” Nie Huaisang had suddenly said, in between planning out the next discussion conference and explaining why a seemingly minor dispute regarding shifting the boundary line near the Yuncheng Bao sect by a single li could have catastrophic consequences for the Jin sect’s long-term stability. “I know you’re afraid of giving the impression that you’re trapping him and restraining his freedom, but that’s your problem, not his. He wants to be asked.”

“Does he?” Lan Wangji had asked, finishing the sentence he was on and putting down the brush. Some things took priority above night-fishing rights near a contained Waterborne Abyss, no matter the new head of the Laoling Qin sect might think.

“Mm, yes. He’s been taking a lot of night hunts in the immediate vicinity of Gusu, close but never too close…Lan Zhan, he’s hinting that he wants you to chase him.”

“Pride?”

“A bit, maybe? Mostly I think it was his position in Yunmeng Jiang, where the former Sect Leader Jiang wanted him and Madame Yu didn’t, so his status was always that slightest bit uncertain. Here and now, he wants to know that he’s really welcome…don’t give me that look! He knows he’s welcome, you’ve made that clear, but making you be the one to ask is just another way to ensure that it’s actually true.”

And so Lan Wangji had gone to where he’d heard that Wei Wuxian was night-hunting, flying down on Bichen when he saw him walking with Lil’ Apple along a mountain path – he called his name, and Wei Wuxian had turned and smiled…

Wei Wuxian had come back with him.

More than that – he’d kissed him, he’d said he was staying with him, he’d agreed to marry him, to live their life together from then on.

They were officially engaged now, the auspicious date having been selected, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling having demanded roles on the side of the bride – Wei Wuxian briefly protested being the bride, then realized that he was marrying into the Lan sect and promptly reversed course, announcing that he wanted all the trappings of being a bride, excluding the dress – and life was very, very good.

Unfortunately, a couple of weeks was about as long as the cultivation world could hold off on needing its Chief Cultivator to be more than part time – he’d done a lot of the work in the mornings while Wei Wuxian was still asleep or when he was busy, and of course he had the system of delegation that Nie Huaisang had constructed for him and naturally Nie Huaisang himself helping out through his letters – and regretfully, Lan Wangji had had to return his full focus to his duties.

At first, it didn’t mark that much of a change: Wei Wuxian would bring projects of his own and they would work side by side, Lan Wangji already accustomed to the presence of another through all the work he’d done with Nie Huaisang, and Lan Wangji insisted that Wei Wuxian go out regularly with the juniors for night-hunts even if he himself could not. It all seemed fine, except only that Lan Wangji had the distinct feeling that he was missing something important.

It was only when the first big issue came up – a serious dispute between two small sects – that Lan Wangji realized what that was.

He sent a message to the Unclean Realm and waited.

Nie Huaisang arrived at the Cloud Recesses at the exact time one might expect if Nie Huaisang had received the message and left at once at top speed, accounting for the relatively slow pace he had when flying as a result of his mediocre cultivation.

Letter still crushed in his hand, he swept into the jingshi in his usual manner, all high drama and flash, wailing, “Lan Zhan! You betrayed me! You, of all people! My oldest friend!”

Lan Wangji, who had been expecting this, rolled his eyes.

Wei Wuxian, sitting in the desk he’d claimed as his own, looked up, startled. “Nie Huaisang?”

“Oh, hi, Wei Wuxian, congratulations on your engagement, has Lan Zhan shown you the present I sent? Probably not, he never does – Lan Zhan! Don’t think I’m letting you distract me with Wei Wuxian! You answer for this right away!”

He waved the crumbled letter at Lan Wangji.

“There is nothing to explain,” Lan Wangji said. “I requested your assistance in my capacity as Chief Cultivator.”

“You called me a spineless, gutless coward!”

Wei Wuxian made a choking sound.

“I sought to accurately characterize your recent behavior,” Lan Wangji said, and noted that Wei Wuxian’s choking noises got worse, although he did not actually appear to be in need of air. “Do you object?”

(There was something about Nie Huaisang’s company that reminded Lan Wangji irresistibly of being a child again, he had found, and it was only recently that he had begun to remember that as a child he had once had a tendency to bite. A pleasant rediscovery, even if the sharpness of his teeth were now expressed via paper and ink rather than through physical attacks.)

“You were the one who took a month off,” Nie Huaisang complained, a blatant lie given that Lan Wangji had been on partial duty for no more than two weeks, but dropped into his usual place at Lan Wangji’s side obediently enough. “Lan Zhaaaaaaan, don’t make me do work –”

Lan Wangji was going to say something about how it wasn’t like Nie Huaisang was doing any less work by doing his part in the Unclean Realm rather than being physically present in Gusu for consultations, he was just doing it less efficiently, but that was when Wei Wuxian coughed into his hand.

“Sect Leader Nie,” he said, with too much formality, but Nie Huaisang waved his hands at him querulously, clearly disapproving, and his shoulders relaxed a little. “Ah – Nie Huaisang. Since when do you call Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan? I thought you called him Lan-er-gongzi?”

“Oh, no, it’s been Lan Zhan since I was – what, seven or so?” Nie Huaisang said. “I wasn’t joking about him being my oldest friend, you know. We were just fighting back then, when you came for the lectures.”

Wei Wuxian blinked rapidly and turned to look at Lan Wangji, who nodded in confirmation.

They’d failed each other rather thoroughly back then, neither one being there for the other when they could have been. Nie Huaisang had not been wrong to observed that simply because he had always been free and open with his affections, Lan Wangji had assumed they would always be there to be resumed at a later time, without any need for maintenance – playing hot and cold, offering and receiving comfort and support at certain times, totally distant at others…it wasn’t until much later, when Lan Wangji emerged from seclusion, that he had needed Nie Huaisang again, and realized what he’d lost in the blank and disinterested glance of the boy he’d once thought of as his friend, who now seemed to visit the Cloud Recesses only in search of his elder brother.

They’d spoken in those intervening years, but it had always been light, superficial. Lan Wangji could have reached out a hand at that time, sought to resume their relationship, but he was consumed with his own grief, his own troubles, and out of respect for the face of his sect he had refused to share them; perhaps if he had, Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have done what he had done, would have relied upon him instead.

Perhaps things would have been very different.

It wasn’t until he’d finally swallowed his pride to ask Nie Huaisang for help with the overwhelming work of being Lan sect leader and Chief Cultivator both that they had broken through that distance once more. It had been difficult at first, readjusting their long-lost patterns to their adult behaviors, but they had slowly but surely fallen into a comfortable dynamic that suited them both.

“I had no idea,” Wei Wuxian said blankly. “You spend much time together?”

“Nie-xiong assists me in my duties,” Lan Wangji interjected before Nie Huaisang could spout something stupid about eloping, as he was sometimes wont to do. “He has been critical in ensuring that I am not overwhelmed.”

Wei Wuxian mouthed ‘Nie-xiong’, but what he said was, “You, Lan Zhan? Overwhelmed?”

Lan Wangji nodded. “My brother went into seclusion,” he explained. “As sect heir, I became responsible for the duties of sect leader of the Lan sect, and I had also accepted the post of Chief Cultivator.”

“And he didn’t have anyone else to help, so he came to me,” Nie Huaisang said cheerfully, ignoring how Wei Wuxian’s eye twitched. “I hope you don’t mind. It was very convenient a trade: I know plenty of things about being a sect leader – more than you’d think, I swear! – and Lan Wangji, as Chief Cultivator, can help me whenever someone tries to make something out of that awful business last year.”

There had been a few unfortunate sequelae to those events. Nie Huaisang’s role had never been officially confirmed, but somehow word had gotten out regardless and sects throughout the cultivation world were looking at Nie Huaisang in suspicion – less out of concern for Jin Guangyao, although there were a few that had especially benefited from his rule that were disappointed, than with an eye towards the future. The wise ones were afraid of his patience and planning, but far more were simply greedy, looking for a chance to finally uproot the notorious Headshaker now that his best protection, his brother’s two sworn brothers, were not there to defend him.

As he had promised, Lan Wangji had defied any attempts by others to do anything of that sort.

As he had promised, he would not change his mind or withdraw his support, no matter what Wei Wuxian said.

His shoulders tensed as Wei Wuxian looked over at him, his expression thoughtful. “I’m going to need to talk to Jiang Cheng,” he remarked, seemingly unrelatedly, and then said, “Well, I trust Lan Zhan’s judgment.”

Nie Huaisang had covered his face with his fan and was looking over it at Wei Wuxian. “You do? And here I thought you didn’t associate with evil…”

“Those are from Lan Zhan’s sect rules, not mine,” Wei Wuxian declared. “If he doesn’t judge you to be evil, who am I to say otherwise?”

Nie Huaisang smiled.

“We should talk more, sometime,” Wei Wuxian continued. “And hey, Nie-xiong, I don’t know if you still collect those books –”

“Oh, of course, Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang said enthusiastically. “Though you don’t need to ask for them from me. Lan Zhan’s built up quite a collection over the years.”

Lan Wangji sighed, even as Wei Wuxian spun to look at him with a predatory look in his eyes, not unlike a sighthound that had just fixed on its prey. “You do?”

“Nie-xiong has gifted me with many art pieces over the years,” Lan Wangji admitted. His ears felt as though they were on fire; they were undoubtedly red. “You may peruse them at your leisure.”

“At our leisure,” Wei Wuxian murmured, his eyes deeply intent. “I can’t wait to see what spring books you like best, Lan Zhan.”

Lan Wangji averted his eyes, feeling hot.

Nie Huaisang giggled and snapped his fan shut. “You don’t want to see the art I sent, Wei-xiong, trust me,” he cackled. “You want to see the pieces. Just ask!”

Wei Wuxian grinned and shook his head. “I think that’s a private discussion! Anyway, I’m going to go talk to Jiang Cheng – you two work on your Chief Cultivator stuff.”

“Your insight would be welcome,” Lan Wangji said, but Wei Wuxian waved a casual hand.

“Later, later,” he said breezily. “I don’t know either of those sects, I couldn’t possibly say anything intelligent – maybe next time you have a question. I look forward to working with you, Nie-xiong.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Lan Wangji watched them smile at each other – still a little wary, but both clearly willing to attempt a renewal of their own friendship, even after everything – and his heart felt light.

The only thing, he reflected, that would make this perfect would be if Lan Xichen came out of seclusion.

But with Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, and Nie Huaisang on the job, they’d be sure to figure out a way to do that soon enough.

He was sure of it.

#mdzs #lan wangji #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #associates #associates was actually supposed to be a one shot fic but then I saw this prompt after writing the first one and felt the need to continue #and here we are #ivydragon

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