#and then that GOOD bit of history continues as lan wangji is the adult he would've wanted

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Regarding the MDZS donghua:

So I was rewatching random episodes, as one does, when I got Lan family feelings.

(First, I should say that I’ve long held the interpretation (headcanon?) that in the Lan Sect if the Sect Leader is indisposed then the “heir apparent” takes over until a proper heir is born and old enough to lead. For this reason as long as QHJ is in seclusion, LQR leads. And depending on adaptation LXC is either an adult or coming into adulthood when the Wen attack, meaning that if QHJ is dead afterwards then LXC is the Sect Leader. And if he’s on the run [indisposed] then his “heir apparent” is LWJ! I’m saying I think that one of the reasons Wangji sprinted back to his people after the false Xuanwu cave rescue is because he was worried about his family foremost and concerned he might technically be in charge secondly.)

So anyway, I’m watching the donghua, it’s episode 12, Lotus Pier just got wrecked, Wangji is vining in his Ancestral Shrine, and this Lan Elder approaches Wangji. According to the Tencent youtube channel’s subtitles the conversation goes—

Lan Elder: Wangji

LWJ (bowing in greeting): Great Uncle (Shufu).

Lan Elder: I heard that you’ve sent disciples to Yunmeng and Meishan to look for the Jiang Clan leader’s daughter and son, and his senior disciple.

LWJ: Yes.

Lan Elder: Wangji, this time Wen Clan of Qishan used a heavy hand and destroyed Jiang Clan of Yunmeng in one night. They even hunted down the three young people at that night. With every effort to kill them all. Do you know why?

LWJ: I understand.

Lan Elder: Then why did you have to help Jiang Clan and get yourself in trouble? Wen Clan of Qishan made such a big deal to deter us just to show it’s the unchallengeable leader of the clans. Who obeys will live and who objects will die. Now the rest of the clans avoid confronting them. Our Lan Clan has been hit hard. It’s better to bide our time and focus on building up strength.

LWJ: Great Uncle, the clans are closely related, the others will be in danger if one of them falls. At times like this, we should contend with the Wen Clan together.

Lan Elder: To contend with? Wen Clan of Qishan is so powerful and strong. How’s it possible to get rid of them easily? The one taking this lead will be the target of Wen Ruohan later. The Cloud Recesses is the legacy that our ancestors have built with hundreds of years of efforts. We shall not ruin it.

LWJ: When a nest falls, all the eggs break. And someone must take the lead.

[Lan Qiren enters the scene]

Lan Elder: Just listen to you, why are you so stubborn? notices LQR Qiren, your timing is perfect. Come on, talk some sense into Wangji.

LQR (bowing in greeting): Uncle, I think what Wangji said was totally right.

Lan Elder: What?

LQR: When a nest falls, all the eggs break. Facing such a crunch, all the clans should join their hands to pull through this. Tomorrow, I’ll hit the road to Qinghe.

Lan Elder: Unbelievable!

And then the Elder leaves! And Lan Qiren encourages Wangji, reminding him that the Elder is only worried about the clan, and then asks Wangji for any updates on Xichen. Wangji hasn’t heard anything and he’s like “no news means good news. He’s smart. He’ll survive this.” and then he asks for updates on the Jiang kids!

And like. Imagine Lan Qiren who knows what it’s like to have your older brother suddenly not there, leaving you in a position of authority you weren’t really trained for, supporting Lan Wangji as he tries to lead his family into the beginning of uncertain times with war on the horizon. Where’s the fic about those uncle-nephew conversations?

#mdzs donghua #mdzs #long post #lan posting #thinkin about the lans again #i'm always thinkin about them tho what a loving and also fucked family unit amirite #Lan Qiren #Lan Wangji #LQR and LWJ plotting together how to rally the smaller clans bc they can't rely on Lanling Jin #LWJ making hard choices and LQR supporting him and checking in with him #lan qiren must feel sick watching history repeat #and he's like trying to be the adult he would've wanted by his side when his brother first became ~indisposed~ #and then that GOOD bit of history continues as lan wangji is the adult he would've wanted #always hovering nearby like a constant safety net for his little coterie of juniors #i know we like to call them wwx's ducklings #but the duckies were only in a row to be scooped up bc the lan+ouyang ones were a line behind hanguang jun #when the adults pay forward the good stuff everyone benefits and when ppl focus on revenge and violence everyone fckin suffers lol #pre-sunshot campaign

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3, 5, 17!

mdzs/cql ask meme!

THIS TURNED OUT LONG. YOU ASKED FOR IT

3) how did you get into mdzs/cql and how long have you been in the fandom?

okay so lemme say first that i had NO intention of ever "getting into" cql/mdzs. what happened is that on June of last year i had exhausted all my dishwashing shows (shows i watch while doing dishes) and was looking for something new. i had heard about The Untamed and was curious. i had NO IDEA what mdzs was at the time and once i got through the first 2 eps......... well............ the rest is history

sometimes i am a bit sad though that i didnt get to read the novel first, but honestly? i know that a year ago i wouldn't have read it anyway, it just wasn't in my circle, so who cares! i'm just glad to be here now!!

5) what's the most compelling arc to you and why? whether a story arc and/or character development.

OH MAN, THERE ARE SO MANY........ though something i think is done quite well in mdzs are the corruption arcs! WWX is one, though it's quite subverted by there never being a "corruption" in the first place, just a "darkening" (except during sunshot but well... everyone had a darkening then). NHS was quite surprising, but it makes SENSE once you spot his anger and grief, JGY which is absolutely heartwrenching because his story is so sympathetic but the fallout and consequences of his choices were so bad and all because JGS just couldn't pay the child support. ughh. OH RIGHT, jc's is a biiig one too esp when it comes to the cycle of family trauma, watching him go from a troubled, but well-intentioned young master to literally a shadow of his own mother, a man so badly haunted by anger and grief who can't help but simmer in his own misery, to the final confrontation at guanyin temple where the cards are put on the table and he finally realizes there's a way to move on? *chef's kiss*, it was SO satisfying to witness

17) favorite canon facts about lan wangji and wei wuxian individually, and as a couple?

BRO THAT'S WHAT THIS WHOLE BLOG IS ABOUT uhhh hm... i guess if i HAD to choose one right now though, it would be:

- i guess this kinda fits into the character arcs thingy, but wow... the way lwj comes to terms with standing up for what he believes is right vs what his family has taught him for all those years. what's especially good about it is that while a conflict of ideas exists, he never has to forfeit one for the other! he never stops being the perfect Lan paragon even when he is breaking rules to stand up for his beliefs-- in fact, that only makes him even more of a good example! god, if teenji got to see adult lwj and how he just exists without worrying about fitting himself into a mold? he would pass out

- sometimes i think about my first reaction to wwx abandoning everything to save war refugees and how THAT was the beginning of his downfall and i just get. wow. that was such a good twist, i don't think we appreciate enough how good a twist it was to finally learn that between all the awful things we hear about the yllz, one of his most "irredeemable" actions was literally. saving war refugees. and he stood by it!! even after WQ and WN died and he had that moment where he thought "i could just leave. i could drop everything and run away" he slaps himself in the face and continues to stand by the people who have no one else to protect them!! AND IT'S SOOO GOOD, he's not a blindly positive person! he knows the situation he is in, he IS sad about the things he lost and left behind, he knows his future is not looking bright, but he also learned how to find a home and a place in this new community and has long accepted the responsability to these people. He still stood by then even after shijie died, even after he had nothing else to keep himself going!! he protected the burial mounds settlement to the very end and while that almost seemed useless because the Wens still died, it saved Sizhui, and that's enough!! he sees the Wens crawl out of the blood pool to protect them and thank him, he sees Sizhui alive wearing a lil Lan forehead ribbon and he knows was worth it!! every sacrifice, every moment of despair was worth it because at least it saved one person and GAHHH i love wwx so much. he did what he had to do, he paid his prices, suffered his consequences and now gets to be safe and happy. i wanna cry

- this was my first answer to the LWJ question but it turned into wangxian, so..... LWJ's complete refusal to pursue WWX romantically, for one reason or another, always coming out of respect for WWX himself. it's just so sweet to me, the loyalty with zero expectations, the wish to stay by WWX's side not because he wants something out of him, he just wants to be near him and protect him, it doesn't matter if his feelings are ever requited! how is a love story built when for 80% of the time neither of the leads are actively pursuing the other romantically? no idea, but it sure depended a lot of selling how much they care for each other OUTSIDE the romantic feelings and that's why wangxian works so well for me. they were friends before they were lovers, and we can see that they're STILL best friends even after marriage! they love each other in SOOO many different ways and it makes me so happy, it was so well deserved

#just wrote an essay on why i love wwx. oops #jdsfjksdfh tysm friend!!! #modao #ask #weirdgirlification

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MDZS/The Untamed Fic Recs

Flag Flying High by Araceil

 The final lines were.... the only clear instructions given to him. It seemed as though Mo Xuan-Yu was seized with sudden ferocious clarity and drive – a single demand for the Yiling Patriarch: Whatever he was to do in revenge to the Mo Clan, he was to protect Hari above all. The child was not to be harmed.

When his life was not enough to trade for the protection of his friends in the Final Battle, Harry gave up his magic and found himself cursed. Travelling to the Cultivation World was his only chance to survive, to break this curse that drew the resentful dead into his orbit. While there though, he finds himself caught up in the life of the tormented Mo Xuan-Yu and unable to ignore the echoes of himself in the man's pitiful circumstances. But when Harry's curse draws the dead to Mo Village, the Junior cultivators of the Gusu Lan Sect are close behind, and his life takes a dramatic swing in a different direction, towed along in the wake of Mo Xuan-Yu now that he has been freed of his oppressive family, Harry finds himself in the Cloud Recesses, and involved in a whole new mystery that the 'adults' are determined to keep him away from.

*my token Harry Potter crossover fic*

Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell

“Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle.  The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance.  Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question.  “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him.  “His Excellency requests my presence.  Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors.  He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter.  Choked.  “I cannot leave them unattended.”  Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.  

Or

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes.  A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there's an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

*Baby junior Lans*

if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane

 Rather than mourning a future that had not happened yet, he would rather work with all his might to prevent it from happening. [...] His aim was to fortify his home and his family so that they would never again be left vulnerable to greedy cultivators aiming for his genius. For that, he needed help.    He may be a genius, but he was not the cunning manipulative man they thought him to be.    No, that was not him.    He knew who was, though.

(Or: Wei Wuxian uses a powerful array to go back in time and builds a secret squad to prevent the misfortunes of the future.)

Themes and Variations in F# Major by defractum (nyargles)

The thing with musical prodigies is that they're soloists, and soloists play alone. He doesn't want to play alone anymore.

"A summer guest lecture series? Oh, very nice. I wish I could sit in on that."

"Do you also play the piano?"

"Not even a little bit," says Wei Ying cheerfully. "But I'm sure you'd have a lot of thoughts on musicality that would be relevant regardless."

"Oh," says Lan Zhan. He seems to be searching for something else to say. "I believe it is oversubscribed," he says finally.

"As it should be," says Wei Ying, and does not tell him that he has all of Lan Zhan's albums downloaded onto his phone, listened to over and over when he's on a train, a plane, waiting for a taxi, has followed his career since he overheard half a Mendelssohn when they were fifteen.

补救; to remedy, to do something to correct or improve something that is wrong by ravenditefairylights

Wei Wuxian has missed the sword. He has missed the steady weight of Suibian in his vicinity, has missed being sure of himself without needing to defend his ability in front of a world that stands opposite of him as jury, judge and executioner. Wei Wuxian has risen and fallen and then gotten up every time, fallen deeper still until there was no way for him to get back up. Wei Wuxian has died and he has come back thirteen years too late and the world has moved on without him.

Back to the start—it’s a good place for the beginning.

or the one where Wei Wuxian heals, realizes there are people who love him and people he loves and goes back home

*Some nice post canon fluff and badass WWX*

Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller

Wei Wuxian's spirit lingers. 

*Chef’s kiss*

Cradle by Dragonesque

After barely surviving the assassination attempt at QiongQi Path, Wei WuXian and the Wen Sect remnants are left to figure out how to protect themselves and their new lives. Meanwhile, the Jiang siblings and an unharmed Jin ZiXuan try to figure out who's bright idea was that stupid ambush. In Gusu, Lan Wangji panics at the idea of Wei WuXian's near death and tries to figure out whether to insist to stay by the Yiling Patriarch's side or hang back in the Cloud Recesses.

And Wei WuXian struggles with the idea of whether becoming a teacher, teaching demonic cultivation and setting up his own sect might not be a bad idea after all...

Just say yes by edenwolfie

Lan Qiren had never had a student he couldn’t improve, and Wei Wuxian would not be the exception, especially not now that his nephew was in love with the troublemaker. He would not allow history to repeat itself.

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami, Winterstar1412    

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened."

Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal.

"You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?"

Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now."

Wei Wuxian starts again from the beginning.

*part one of a brilliant and lengthy series*

SanRen by Kyogre

Leaving YunmengJiang in an effort to curb the tensions in the Jiang family, Wei WuXian becomes a rogue cultivator.

Even without the support of a sect, he is a rare genius whose name will become known across the cultivation world and whose techniques will influence the course of a war.

However, what influences his own fate is a chance meeting that becomes the first step toward love.

*A more proactive Jiang family and an oblivious Wei Wuxian ft. pining Lan Wangji*

New moodboard here !

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.  

#modao zushi #the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #lan sizhui #wen yuan #a-yuan #wen ning #harry potter crossover #lan quiren #Jin guanyao #jin guangshan #nie huiasang #nie mingjue #lan zichen #lan huan #meng yao #rogue cultivator #time travel au #time travel fix it #best boy lan sizhui #modern au #post canon #canon divergent au #sunshot campaign #chengqing #suiban

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Hearsay

This is a continuation of The truth.

Life goes quite again after the Sects marched into Lotus Pier and demanded answers. Answers they didn’t get, and Jiang Cheng knows none of them are happy with that, but they are leaving him alone, and that’s the only thing that matters.

At least until an invitation for the next Cultivational Conference in the Cloud Recesses comes in.

Jiang Cheng amuses himself for a few moments by imagining how much Lan Wangji hated writing this invitation to him, and then he burns it.

He would rather not go, but seeing as he’s the Sect Leader of one of the four Great Sects he can’t really bow out of this one.

“Xiuying,” Jiang Cheng calls out and he’s not even surprised when Jiang Xiuying steps around the corner mere seconds later, as if he was just waiting for Jiang Cheng to call for him.

“Lurking much?” Jiang Cheng asks with a little shake of his head and Jiang Xiuying shrugs.

“I saw the letter from Gusu Lan. I gathered you might need something after you read it,” he gives back and sits down when Jiang Cheng motions for him to do so.

“It’s the next Cultivational Conference,” Jiang Cheng says and Jiang Xiuying nods, clearly already planning what they need in his head. “It’s in the Cloud Recesses,” he goes on, and effectively stops Jiang Xiuying.

“Oh,” he breathes out, apparently only making that connection now, and Jiang Cheng hates that look he still gets on his face, even after all these years.

“We can go with the same excuse,” Jiang Cheng quietly tells him, because he wants to drag Jiang Xiuying back there as much as Jiang Xiuying wants to go himself, which is not at all.

So far they always managed to get Jiang Xiuying out of that; the Sects take turns in hosting the conference, so they only have to come up with a lie for Jiang Xiuying’s absence every four years, and no one actually dares to ask why Jiang Cheng always shows up without his right hand.

“No,” Jiang Xiuying says, much to Jiang Cheng’s surprise. “Not after what happened here. You’re not going alone.”

“I wouldn’t be alone,” Jiang Cheng reminds him, because he will be taking someone else with him, and Jin Ling will of course be there, but Jiang Xiuying straightens up.

“No, you won’t be,” he gives back, “because I’m coming this time.”

“What if they recognize you?” Jiang Cheng asks and but Jiang Xiuying shakes his head.

“It’s been so long now; they all long think me dead. And I’m no longer wearing blue or the ribbon, I even took a different name. It will be fine,” he says, even though he does look a bit pale.

“There is no need for you to come,” Jiang Cheng tries again. “They won’t do anything—can’t really—and you know what cowards they all are.”

“But cowards get courageous when you gather enough of them,” Jiang Xiuying replies and shakes his head when Jiang Cheng wants to protest again. “Don’t bother. I’m coming.”

“You can’t order me around,” Jiang Cheng snipes back and Jiang Xiuying tilts his head in consideration.

“Can’t I?” he asks and Jiang Cheng wants to argue some more, but then his eyes fall on Jiang Xiuying’s hands and he notices how they shake.

“I don’t need your protection,” Jiang Cheng gently tells him, but Jiang Xiuying shakes his head.

“You have it anyway,” he replies and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“As do you,” he reminds Jiang Xiuying, because for all that Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to start a fight he will if anyone as much as looks wrong at his people.

“I know that,” Jiang Xiuying whispers. “It will be fine.”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t point out that it sounds more like he’s reassuring himself, and instead he lets it go.

Jiang Xiuying is stubborn on the best of days, and this is neither a good day, nor a good situation. And truth be told, Jiang Cheng would feel better with him there as well.

~*~*~

The conference goes well for the first few hours. No one seems particularly happy to have Jiang Cheng there, but everyone is at least showing him the respect he deserves.

Jiang Xiuying is a constant presence at his back, and Jiang Cheng wishes he could shield him from the sight of the Cloud Recesses as much as protect him from anyone else, but this was Jiang Xiuying’s decision to come here and Jiang Cheng has to respect it.

There was a very tense moment when they were first announced where Lan Qiren stared at Jiang Xiuying for longer than either of them were comfortable with, but he didn’t say anything. Jiang Cheng honestly can’t tell if he recognized him or not and it doesn’t sit well with him.

But even hours later Lan Qiren hasn’t called them out, and so Jiang Cheng gradually relaxes again.

“Jiu-jiu!” Jin Ling almost yells as soon as the first break rolls around and he quickly comes to Jiang Cheng’s table.

“A-Ling,” Jiang Cheng greets him, as Jin Ling sits down next to him.

“Should Jiang Xiuying be here?” Jin Ling lowly asks and Jiang Cheng gives him a small smile.

He’s glad Jin Ling seems to have the same regard for his people as he does and he just hopes Jin Ling carries that over to his own Sect as well.

“It was his decision,” Jiang Cheng gives back just as lowly, “there was nothing I could do to stop him.”

“As if you couldn’t outstubborn him,” Jin Ling grumbles and Jiang Cheng smiles in his tea when Jiang Xiuying snorts behind them.

“He can try, young master, but history has shown that he’s not very good at it,” Jiang Xiuying conspiringly tells Jin Ling, much to Jiang Cheng’s chagrin and Jin Ling laughs.

Jiang Cheng finds himself thinking that this conference might not be so bad after all, when of course Wei Wuxian walks up to his table.

Jiang Cheng looks at him for long enough to greet him, before he avoids his eyes, but it doesn’t stop Wei Wuxian from sitting down with them uninvited.

“You have to stop, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian quietly tells him and Jiang Cheng clicks his tongue.

“Stop what?” he asks, even though he can guess where this is going.

“A girl went missing a few days back,” Wei Wuxian says, voice serious, and Jiang Cheng can just imagine the accusatory look on his face. “Coincidentally you were seen in that area during the same time.”

“So?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and Wei Wuxian makes a frustrated sound.

“What did you do with her?” Wei Wuxian asks him. “She’s barely an adult. Surely you didn’t torture her?”

Fu Zhihao is indeed only barely of age; definitely too young to be married off to a man thrice her age. Too young to be forced to uphold her marital duties. Too young to turn to demonic cultivation in her despair.

“I didn’t,” Jiang Cheng gives back, but instead of reassuring Wei Wuxian he seems to only grow more agitated.

“So you killed her immediately?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng hangs his head as he closes his eyes.

Why does Wei Wuxian never listen to him?

There’s a reassuring hand at the small of his back, no doubt Jiang Xiuying wordlessly showing his support, and Jin Ling scoots closer to Jiang Cheng as well.

“She was pregnant, you know,” Wei Wuxian tells him as if that fact alone should have made Jiang Cheng reconsider his actions.

When Jiang Cheng found Fu Zhihao, she was no longer pregnant; she burned the child right out of her, using demonic cultivation, screaming the whole time that she would rather be dead than carry her husband’s child.

Not that her husband would ever lay a hand on her again, given how he was only a broken body in the corner but no one was talking about that, it seems.

“She no longer is,” Jiang Cheng says, knowing damn well how his words must sound to Wei Wuxian, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Jiang Cheng has brought Fu Zhihao back to Lotus Pier to entrust her to Jiang Sushan’s very capable hands who had to put her into a healing sleep. Jiang Cheng almost came too late to save her.

He wonders if she woke up by now.

“You have to stop,” Wei Wuxian pleads again, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head. “Even your disciples wouldn’t tell us what you were doing that night,” Wei Wuxian goes on and cold fury spreads through Jiang Cheng. “How can you live, knowing everyone is that terrified of you?”

“How dare you,” Jiang Cheng presses out and he slams a hand on the table.

A hush falls over the room and suddenly all eyes are on them, the tension thick in the air.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t care about that though, because Wei Wuxian has no right to interrogate his people.

“How dare you talk to my people,” he hisses at Wei Wuxian who looks at him with a complicated look.

“Are you that afraid of what they might tell us?” Wei Wuxian asks and Jiang Cheng cannot look at him for a second longer.

“This conversation is over,” Jiang Cheng bites out and Wei Wuxian leaves him be after one long look. It takes a lot longer for everyone else, though, and Jiang Cheng bares his teeth at Sect Leader Yao when he finds him staring.

As soon as he hastily avoids his eyes, Jiang Cheng turns towards Jiang Xiuying.

“Find out who they talked to. See if they are alright,” he instructs, and Jiang Xiuying nods once before he hurriedly leaves the room.

He’s just as worried as Jiang Cheng is.

“You don’t think he hurt them, do you?” Jin Ling pipes up and Jiang Cheng takes a moment to breathe before he turns to him.

“No,” he reassures him, because for all that he wants to strangle Wei Wuxian right now, he doesn’t want Jin Ling to get a completely wrong picture of his uncle. “But a few of my people have bad memories of Wei Wuxian; they participated in the war, or lost everything during it. I just want to see how they are doing,” Jiang Cheng explains as he wrecks his brain who he took with him that night.

Jin Ling clearly wants to say something to that, but before he can open his mouth, Lan Wangji sits down again, signalling that the conference will go on now.

It is only after the conference, that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walk up to him again, and Jiang Cheng rubs his temples against the oncoming headache. He really is tired of dealing with these two.

“What?” he snaps out as soon as they are close enough and his eyes flick over Wei Wuxian, stirring the by now so familiar and hated mix of emotions in his guts, before he firmly looks at Lan Wangji.

“If we find her body, there will be consequences,” Lan Wangji tells him without preamble and Jiang Cheng bites back the urge to roll his eyes at him.

“Good luck with that,” he gives back, because he knows there is nothing for them to find, and he takes great pleasure in seeing the brief clench of Lan Wangji’s jaw.

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian starts, but Jiang Cheng is tired of listening to his accusations.

“I will retire now,” he interrupts him with a bow to Lan Wangji, and then simply walks away from them.

Jiang Cheng is not surprised to find both Jiang Xiuying and Jin Ling in his rooms.

“What now?” Jiang Cheng wants to know, because this can mean nothing good.

“I spoke to most of the disciples,” Jiang Xiuying starts, “and they are all okay. You had Gao Wu with you, but the others shielded him and prevented Wei Wuxian from talking to him.”

“Good,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and only explains at Jin Ling’s questioning gaze. “Gao Wu fought in the war. He lost his whole family to Wei Wuxian’s corpses. He’s not dealing well with the fact that he’s back.”

“Ah,” Jin Ling says with a nod and clearly he wants to say something else, but Jiang Xiuying goes on.

“Fu Zhihao woke up. She’s traumatized, as you would expect after what happened, and Jiang Sushan will keep her in the infirmary for a while. Fu Zhihao seems to be reacting badly to men, especially older ones, so the infirmary was divided.”

“Good thinking,” Jiang Cheng agrees. “Maybe a few of the grannies would like to sit with her,” Jiang Cheng goes on and Jiang Xiuying nods, before he gets up, clearly intending to relay that to Jiang Sushan immediately.

Jiang Cheng watches him leave before he gives Jin Ling a look.

“There’s something on your mind,” he states. “Speak.”

“After what you told me, I kept wondering why you didn’t save Mo Xuanyu,” Jin Ling starts and the by now so familiar feeling of failure blooms in Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“Rumours of his demonic cultivation were far spread,” Jin Ling goes on, “so you should have wanted to help him.”

“It took too long for those rumours to reach me,” Jiang Cheng admits. “People were mostly talking about how he’s a lunatic, and a cut-sleeve. The other rumours were too slow.”

“That’s not true, though,” Jin Ling interrupts him. “You weren’t following me on my night hunt in Dafan Mountain. You were on your way to Mo’s Manor, weren’t you?” he asks and Jiang Cheng is so proud of the man his nephew has turned into.

“It’s why you can’t look at Wei Wuxian for long, right? I noticed it before, but today again. It’s because it’s Mo Xuanyu’s body, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng admits and reaches out for Jin Ling to tuck him into his side.

His nephew is all grown-up now, but every once in a while Jiang Cheng needs to know that he’s still his little A-Ling. Not that Jin Ling is protesting that move, seeing as he snuggles into his side.

“It’s complicated, looking at Wei Wuxian now,” Jiang Cheng explains. “On the one hand I’m happy that he is back, despite everything that happened between us because he’s still family, but every time I look at him I’m reminded that I failed Mo Xuanyu. And I keep thinking if I had only listened better, if I were quicker I could have saved him, but then Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have come back.”

“I see,” Jin Ling mutters and slings his arms around Jiang Cheng’s middle. “But you saved so many other people.”

“And yet I failed him,” Jiang Cheng whispers and he is sure he will never forgive himself for it.

Neither for failing Mo Xuanyu when he needed Jiang Cheng the most, nor for being glad that he failed him because it means Wei Wuxian is back. The mix of emotions makes him feel sick to his bones and Jiang Cheng hides his face in Jin Ling’s hair.

“I’m not sure you could have saved Mo Xuanyu,” Jin Ling whispers. “He was behaving so strangely at the end. He must have been insane.”

“That’s what fear does to you,” Jiang Cheng gives back. “If he was that far gone he must have been scared out of his mind.”

“Jiu-jiu, you can’t save everyone,” Jin Ling tells him, pushing away from Jiang Cheng to look him in the eyes. “You can’t. You’re just one person, it’s simply not possible.”

“That never stopped him,” Jiang Xiuying suddenly says from behind them and Jiang Cheng only sighs at that.

“Someone has to attempt the impossible,” he replies, glad for Jiang Xiuying’s interruption because it gives him time to blink away the burn of his eyes.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone,” Jin Ling says and Jiang Cheng frowns at him.

“What?”

“I’m going to help you,” Jin Ling declares. “My people are a bunch of gossipers. I hear a lot, and I can help you.”

“Don’t,” Jiang Cheng tells him and grips his shoulder. “Do not do this.”

“Why not?” Jin Ling wants to know and it’s Jiang Xiuying who speaks up.

“It would paint a target on your back. The other Sects might be afraid to go after Sandu Shengshou, but they wouldn’t have the same reservations towards you. It would make you vulnerable.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jin Ling says with an eyeroll, but he seems flustered by the obvious worry Jiang Cheng and Jiang Xiuying have for him. “I’m not going to deal with demonic cultivators on my own. I just meant that I could let you know if I hear something. That I could be another pair of eyes and ears for you.”

Jiang Cheng relaxes at his words and lets out a long breath.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he admonishes Jin Ling, who rolls his eyes at him again.

“Don’t jump to conclusions like that,” he bites back and Jiang Cheng flicks his forehead in retaliation.

“Brat,” he mutters. “But it’s not a bad idea,” he then tacks on and Jin Ling beams at him. “But only that!” Jiang Cheng reiterates. “You’re a silent observer and nothing more!”

“Of course,” Jin Ling agrees easily enough and Jiang Cheng just hopes he’ll keep to his promise.

But he does admit that it would help immensely. By now, the other Sects are doing their damnest to keep the rumours away from Jiang Cheng in fear of what he’s going to do to these people, and having Jin Ling as his silent spy would actually help a lot.

Jiang Cheng just hopes he can keep any heat away from Jin Ling while he helps him.

“It will be fine,” Jiang Xiuying mutters from his side, clearly reading Jiang Cheng’s thoughts. “You have us, too. We will help you to keep him safe.”

“I’m not a child,” Jin Ling protests and Jiang Cheng huffs out a breath.

“No, you’re not,” he agrees. “You’re just my very important nephew,” he goes on and watches as Jin Ling goes red in the face.

“Jiu-jiu!” he protests but Jiang Cheng smiles only fondly at him, before he pulls him into his side again.

“Nothing that would put you into danger,” Jiang Cheng tells him again and Jin Ling nods.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“Okay, then,” Jiang Cheng agrees and when Jiang Xiuying smiles supportively at him, it makes Jiang Cheng think that this might just work.

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Winter Solstice Gift for garsideofthemoon

Hi! From the prompt I was inspired by @garsideofthemoon’s   Likes: AUs, friends to lovers, shippy fluff, stuff about being queer or being trans/nonbinary. I hope that I did the characters enough justice in your eyes and you enjoy reading this!! Happy Winter Solstice!

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Not Your Boyfriend, Still Your Love

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called across the lawn of central campus, waving their arms frantically to get the other’s attention, “Lan Zhan! Wait up!”

Wei Wuxian’s brother, Jiang Cheng punched his arm, “Shut up, idiot, he’s clearly on his way to class.”

But Lan Wangji stopped his walking and turned back slightly to face Wei Ying, face impassive but the fact that he stopped was invitation enough for Wei Wuxian, who ran across the quad and pounced onto the taller man, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and hanging on. Lan Wangji took his weight easily.

“Good morning, Wei Ying.”

“Morning Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian chirped, pressing their face happily into the back of Lan Wangji’s neck and smiling against his skin.

Jiang Cheng caught up with them and the three continued their walk through the campus, “Aren’t you tired of this idiot yet, Lan Wangji?”

Wei Wuxian pouted at his brother, “He didn’t tire of being my friend after ten years so it’ll be at least another ten years of being my boyfriend before he gets tired of that, right Lan Zhan?”

“That sentence makes no sense,” Jiang Cheng said, “And you’ve been together for three years, what happens in seven years?”

“Husband,” Lan Wangji said, in the solemn way of his.

Wei Wuxian internally winced, and instead danced away from the other two, “Haha, maybe,” he sung, “You have to ask me first, Lan Zhan! You don’t know I’ll say yes!”

Lan Wangji twitched an eyebrow at him as if to say don’t I?

Wei Wuxian chewed on his lower lip all through class, worrying it like the creeping self-doubt worried at his brain. The problem wasn’t Lan Zhan. He loved Lan Zhan. Had loved him since they were seven and Wei Wuxian pushed an older kid off the swings when he tried to kick Lan Zhan as the quieter kid walked by.

Back then, Lan Zhan was the Absolute Best Thing that had ever happened to Wei Wuxian, nevermind that when they first met a year before Lan Zhan kept tattling on him drawing little comics during class instead of paying attention to the teacher.

“Books are so boring!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed at him across their four-kid table, “I pay attention during math, don’t I? And we don’t have a learning time for drawing so I do that when the rest of you talk about books! It’s more fun than reading dumb old words anyway, look, I drew you!”

Now, fourteen years later, Wei Wuxian still thought that Lan Zhan was the Absolute Best Thing ever, but they were less sure that they were good for them. Lan Zhan was gay. Had always been gay, since forever. At their first party that Wei Wuxian dragged Lan Wangji to when they were fifteen, playing spin the bottle and during Lan Wangji’s turn landing on their friend Mianmian. His face had screwed up distastefully as the rest of the group hooted and said, rather primly, “I’m not interested in kissing any girl.”

Wei Wuxian turned and was about to apologize to the girl in question, but she just rolled her eyes and responded, “Well I’m not interested in kissing any boy either.”

Wei Wuxian had wondered why those were the only two options, and in his slightly drunken state wondered why he felt between them. (He didn’t kiss Lan Zhan that night, even when Lan Wangji’s next spin landed on him and with no protest his friend leaned over and pressed his lips to Wei Wuxian’s cheek.)

Much later, at Mianmian and Jiang Yanli’s engagement party they regaled Yanli with this tale, everyone shouting their version at each other over champagne and music. Lan Zhan had pressed a kiss to the same spot on Wei Wuxian’s cheek.

By then Wei Wuxian had a much better understanding of who they were. He had a much less clear idea of how his boyfriend would react. They bit the inside of their cheek and kept quiet. At the confused look their friend Huaisang shot them, Wei Wuxian promptly burst into tears and flung himself at Jiang Yanli, sobbing dramatically about their precious big sister getting married and how Wei Wuxian was so happy for her.

“Wei Ying,” a welcome and familiar voice coaxed him out of his thoughts and he looked around him to realize that class had ended and they were the only two left in the room.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian responded, smiling at him. The man blinked at him, thinking.

“Are you all right?”

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, you don’t have to worry about little old me! I was up late working on a piece for the gallery opening in a few weeks.”

Lan Zhan nodded, “Yes, my brother and uncle will be in attendance. I thought you could do with the warning.”

Wei Wuxian winced, “They don’t know I’m showing, do they?”

“Uncle does not, I told my brother that I already had a reservation when he offered to get me in as well. He guessed.”

“It’s not Xichen I’m worried about,” Wei Wuxian grumbled, “I’m the feature! I’m going to have to talk to him! They’ll make me, I know he’s one of the bigger doners.”

“The Jin’s will be there as well.”

Wei Wuxian slumped in his seat, sliding down until he chin was pressed into his chest, “Fuck,” he said, with feeling, “I’m going to have to dress extra fancy now. I can’t afford to upgrade my closet – I need new canvases!”

“I’ll buy you something to wear.”

“Lan Zhan, no. You don’t’ have to do that, I’ll figure something out.”

Their boyfriend leveled them with a stubborn gleam in his eyes, “It is as much for my benefit as it is yours and the art program, Wei Ying. Uncle has reason enough to dislike you, let’s not add ‘under-dressed’ to the list.”

“You’re right, of course you’re right, my Lan Zhan is already right. It’s just…” he trailed off, thinking about red dresses and sparkling ribbons. They wondered if they could get away with wearing some makeup, they were out as gay, they were an art student (the top art student, not that any of the adults in their life talked about that), it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility for a cis gay guy to wear makeup.

“Wei Ying?”

Wei Wuxian jerked out of his thought again and bounded up, “Nothing, nothing! I’ll let you take me shopping tomorrow okay? I gotta go, I’m gonna be late for class.”

Lan Wangji knew that Wei Ying didn’t have class for another three hours, but as his boyfriend rushed past him, pressing a quick goodbye kiss to his lips and slipping from the classroom, Lan Wangji didn’t call him on it. He frowned to himself, tapping the tips of his fingers together in an uncharacteristic display of anxiety.

Wei Ying was lying to him. Or was pulling away from him. Keeping things from him. Lan Wangji respected his boyfriend’s life, understanding that having a life and friends outside of their romantic relationship was healthy and he didn’t begrudge Wei Ying at all.

More and more recently, however, Wei Ying wasn’t having friend dates or art-weekends. Or if he was, he was lying about it. His boyfriend was terrible at lying, at least to him, they grew up together, grew into themselves adjacent and holding hands. He loved him.

And Wei Ying was pulling away. Lan Wangji didn’t know what he was doing wrong. On one of his own friend dates with Mianmian he haltingly expressed his concerns. His friend had frowned at him and tried to reassure.

“Yanli only ever talks about how happy Wuxian is with you. If he was at all unhappy, you know she’d be the first one he’d talk to.”

“If he ever talked to anybody,” Lan Wangji countered, morosely.

Mianmiang patted his hand, “Talk to him, since you’re so worried about it. You two are meant to be. I firmly believe that whatever it is, you two will work it out.” She sipped her coffee and added, “There’s no way he’s cheating on you, anyone with eyes can see how disgustingly enamored he is with you.”

“Says the woman who’s marrying his sister,” Lan Wangji said, rolling his eyes, “If he is cheating on me, who’s side would you take?”

“Moot point. Like I said, there’s no way. Besides, Wuxian can’t live with guilt. We all remember what happened in history 703.”

Lan Wangji’s lips twitched into a small smile at the reminder.

“How’s wedding planning?” He changed the subject.

“Terrible,” Mianmian said cheerfully, “Our future in-laws are insane.”

“You sure you want to go through with this?”

“’Course. And you?”

“Always.”

They clinked mugs in mutual commiseration.

The gallery opening reception started well. Wei Ying, in all their tailored glory, was standing at ease, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and Lan Wangji’s hand in their other. They greeted people who made their way towards them as they stood in front of the first of Wei Ying’s featured pieces.

Everything went downhill fast when The Jin’s rolled in. In a cloud of ostentatious gilt and cologne Jin Guangshan and Jin Zixun entered the room like they expected a royal announcement and (in)appropriate fanfare for deigning to grace the rest of the plebs in the room with their presence.

With quick thinking and a thorough lack of etiquette Wei Ying and Lan Zhan dodged their greetings by ducking behind sculptures and canvases until they found themselves out on the patio. Giggling, Wei Ying wrapped their arms around Lan Zhan’s neck and pressed a series of bubbly kisses across his lips and jaw.

Lan Zhan held him tightly by the waist, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend’s lips alongside the cool freshness of the outside air. They swayed together until the adrenaline faded and they were left leaning against the railing looking out over the small garden below.

“Will you get into trouble for that?” Wei Ying asked, eventually.

“Uncle is still upset at me for switching to a music major,” Lan Zhan told him, “This will not cause more strife than that ever could.”

“You wouldn’t have been happy in board meetings your whole life.”

Lan Zhan kissed his boyfriend’s hair, “I know. He’ll learn to forgive me for that.”

Their peacefulness was disturbed by the unwelcome edition of Jin Zixun swaggering out onto the balcony. He scowled at the two when he saw them.

“Christ, who invited that low-bred orphan,” he sneered, looking directly at Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji bristled, “He happens to be the feature artist, which you would know if you could read the program.”

“You-!” The Jin’s face turned red, it was well known secret that Jin Zixun failed the entrance exams and Guangshan had to pay for him to get into the university’s business program.

“He’s also the Jiang Cheng’s brother, which you well know,” Lan Wangji said, glaring at Jin Zixun. Jiang Cheng was currently top of the business program that Jin Zixun failed to get into on his own merit. “And he’s my boyfriend. So far he has much more reason to be here than you.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but wince slightly at the proud way Lan Zhan called him his boyfriend, unfortunately the Jin noticed and grinned, smelling blood.

“Is he your boyfriend by choice,” he taunted, so venomously that Wei Wuxian actually took a step back, and only belatedly realized how that looked to both Jin Zixun and the love of his life.

“Lan Zhan,” He started to say, reaching out to grab his sleeve.

“I guess not,” Jin Zixun sneered, “I knew the Lans were a bunch of snobby ill-breds, no wonder you were forced to be with a man. Your uncle knew he didn’t want his disgrace of a nephew passing on the family genes.”

He didn’t see the fist that connected with his nose with a sickening crunch. He fell back heavily and looked up dazed. Wei Wuxian was standing over him, gripping their right hand protectively with their left and glaring down at him.

Jin Zixun, for the first time in his life, wished that someone wouldn’t pay attention to him.

“No one is forcing me,” Wei Wuxian said, “I love Lan Zhan. The day he asked me to be with him was the best day of my life. His uncle loves him for more than his career choices, but I guess you wouldn’t understand that, would you? Your uncle would drop you with hardly a thought if you strayed from the path he set.”

Jin Zixun knew that was true, after all, Jin Guangshan had dropped his own son when he confronted him about some of his more lecherous business practices, and Jin Zixun had assumed that that was how it was for Lan Wangji too. He pulled himself to his knees and fled with as much dignity as he could.

Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji, who was staring at them with guarded eyes.

“A’Zhan, what he said wasn’t true. I know you’re not forcing me. I love being with you. I just…”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said when Wei Wuxian hesitated for too long. “Are you… not happy with me?” he fumbled too. And the two stared at each other, the tension between them felt insurmountable, but neither wanted to walk away. Neither could walk away from the other. There was tension and confusion, but there was love there too.

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend!” Wei Wuxian blurted, and instantly he knew that was the wrong thing to say because Lan Wangji’s face fell, his chin trembled for a moment as he forced himself to maintain control.

“No, wait! Lan Zhan that’s not what I meant. I love you, I want to be with you I do! More than anything.”

“Then why can’t you be my boyfriend?”

“Because I’m not a boy!”

Lan Wangji blinked. Of all the things he had expected Wei Wuxian to say, that was not one of them. He was caught completely by surprise and all he could do was gape (though elegantly) at his love.

“You’re not…” he repeated.

“A guy. Right.” Wei Wuxian smiled at him, though it was forced, a learned defense mechanism.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and breathed. When he opened his eyes he saw his Wei Ying staring at him, hope and fear mingling in his gaze and Lan Wangji suddenly didn’t care about anything else.

“Girlfriend…?” he offered.

Wei Ying shook their head, “No. No Lan Zhan, I’m not… not a girl either. Most of the time I feel more masculine than I do feminine, but… not always. And like tonight, to spent so much money to get the suit tailored for me – and I love it and I love how you look at me when I’m wearing it. But tonight I felt more feminine and I really wanted to wear a dress and I couldn’t because you didn’t know and it’s a formal event and everybody would be here and no one really knows, not that it’s a sure thing and it might change and I know that’s a lot for you-“

Lan Zhan reached out and rested his fingers against Wei Ying’s lips.

“I want to be with Wei Ying, too.” Lan Zhan told him, “If he is a boy, or girl, or neither, or both. You are Wei Ying and so you are who I want.”

Wei Ying’s eyes teared up, he couldn’t help it. “Lan Zhan,” he whined, “You’re being too nice to me. It’s not allowed!”

Lan Zhan quirked an eyebrow, teasing, “Am I not allowed to say nice things about my boy- about my Wei Ying?” He quickly corrected himself and met Wei Ying’s gaze guiltily. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, we can figure out vernacular later.”

Lan Zhan nodded, whatever his Wei Ying wanted. He should know that Lan Zhan would do anything in his power to make happen.

Wei Ying fell forward, knowing Lan Zhan would catch him. “We can go home if I want? We don’t have to stay? You’ll make up something about being sick and I’ll just have to take you home and take care of you?”

“Mn.”

Wei Ying snuggled into their boyfriend’s chest and thought about it for a minute. “We should stay. The school put so much work into the event and I don’t want to disappoint them.”

Lan Zhan ran his fingers through Wei Ying’s growing hair, “You are not a disappointment, to anybody.”

Wei Ying laughed wetly, “Yeah, sure. You know both your uncle and my mother are out there, right? They’re going to hate me so much more when this comes out. He’s going to try to disused you from seeing me, again.”

“I will not let him. Besides, at least he can’t complain about me dating a man anymore.”

Wei Ying pulled away and wiped at his face, he laughed now, and smiled a true smile at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan’s breathe caught in his throat as he stared at the gorgeous creature before him. How had he gotten this lucky? What deeds had he done in past life to deserve someone like Wei Ying to choose him.

“He’s not gonna know how to complain about me now,” he laughed, “His face his going to get so red.” He straightened up and mimed stroking his beard, “Wangji,” he mimicked, “You cannot publicly date a man, your name is attached to the company and it will hurt our image. But ha! Jokes on him! I’m not a man!” He clutched his stomach and bent over he was laughing so hard.

It was, admittedly, an overreaction. But Wei Ying had told his boyfriend, his best friend since they were kids, that they weren’t a boy or a girl, and Lan Zhan had just.. accepted them. It was more than Wei Ying had dreamed about, to be honest. He was giddy with it. He finally collected himself enough to look up at Lan Zhan, he saw a small smile on his love’s face as he watched him.

“I love you,” he said, feeling it truer in that moment than any before because now they knew that Lan Zhan accepted their love, would accept their love fully.

“I love you,” Lan Zhan replied, equally earnest, and they wrapped each other in a caress of a kiss, tender and chaste and so, so loving.

Slowly, friend by friend, person by person, with the support of Lan Zhan, Wei Ying came out. To some it was casual, a dropped joke or teasing comment letting some of their friends the new norm.

(“My little brother came to see me,” Jiang Yanli teased gently, hugging Wei Ying tightly for a moment.

“A’Cheng’s your brother, Jie, can’t I just be your younger sibling?” His voice was light, all teasing and laughter, but his eyes watched Jiang Yanli carefully. She studied them for a moment before breaking out into a welcoming grin.

“Of course! I’m so lucky I have a younger sibling to help me pick out my wedding dress!)

(Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng were over for an all-nighter video game and dumpling party. After winning Mario Kart for the forth time in a row Wei Wuxian got up and stretched out their fingers to go refill their drinks so they wouldn’t get any controlled thrown at them.

They came back into the room while their friends were complaining, “-the worst!” Nie Huaisang finished saying.

“I swear to god he cheats,” Jiang Cheng replied, voice coming out muffled through the pillow he had pressed over his face.

Wei Wuxian cleared their throat, “Excuse you,” he said lightly, “That’s ‘I swear to god they cheat’, if you please.”

Their eyes met Nie Huaisang who raised his eyebrows at him in question. Wei Wuxian nodded back and Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes at them.

“What? What do you mean? Who’s they?” Jiang Cheng said, emerging from the pillow-land-of-failure.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes again and smacked Jiang Cheng upside the head, “Your sibling just came out to us, idiot.”

“What? We already knew he was gay!”

“They still are!” Nie Huaisang said, and at Jiang Cheng’s confounded look, explained.

Wei Wuxian, after recovering from their laughing fit, said, “Now are you ready to have your ass handed to you, little brother?”

“Gods, fine. Fuck, you’re so annoying, I hate you.” But he smiled at them over the rim of his glass.)

On Lan Zhan’s and Wei Ying’s wedding, seven years later, Lan Zhan pulled Wei Ying into a swaying embrace at the reception, the red skirts of their dress glowing in the fairy lights surrounding them both, and murmured, “I am so lucky to be yours, Wei Ying.”

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