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Sizhui and Jingyi are standing in the Lan ancestral hall. For today, a tablet inscribed with the names of Sizhui’s Wen family has been set on the altar along with one bearing the names of Jingyi’s parents and his ancestors. The two of them kneel together and kowtow. Sizhui thanks the gods for the man beside him. His eyes linger on the tablet of his ancestors; he hopes they are happy for him.
Hanguang-jun and Senior Wei are there. Sizhui sends a concerned glance towards Jingyi as they prepare to kowtow again. His parents have been gone as long as Sizhui’s birth parents. Sizhui has an ache in his heart that his real parents can’t be here to see him, but he has Hanguang-Jun who raised him here.
Sizhui glances up at Hanguang-jun as he exits his kowtow. His eyes are incredibly soft, and there is a smile at the edge of his lips. Beside him, Senior Wei is openly grinning at them and his eyes suspiciously damp. Sizhui’s heart soars at the sight.
Still, Sizhui forgets about all of that as he turns to face Jingyi. He looks so breathtakingly handsome in red and gold that Sizhui is frozen for a moment. The gold glints in his hair and the red lends warmth to his pale skin. His dark eyes are dancing with happiness, and there’s a radiant smile on his face. Sizhui can feel the stupid, sappy smile on his face. There are so many emotions bubbling up inside him: love, happiness, dedication, and so much more. When they kowtow to each other, he hopes that Jingyi can see it all.
They look up from the bow, and their eyes meet. It’s real. This is it. Jingyi is actually his husband now. He sees Jingyi’s lips form the word ‘husband’ even as he thinks it. Sizhui beams at them as they stand up. Just like that, the ceremony is over. The sound of sniffling is coming from Senior Wei, but Sizhui can’t take his eyes away from his partner.
In one smooth movement, Jingyi ducks down and sweeps Sizhui up into his arms. Sizhui beams up at him. Sizhui should be embarrassed that Jingyi is carrying him around like a maiden in front of most of the Gusu Lan Sect, but he’s too happy right then. He wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and leans his head against his shoulder.
He relishes the way that Jingyi walks smoothly out of the hall as if he’s not carrying a full-grown man in his arms. Jingyi smiles brightly at him as he carries Sizhui away from the central buildings of Gusu. His smile is brighter than the sun and the happiness in it fills Sizhui from head to toe with warmth.
The sun has broken through the clouds, and it dances is Jingyi’s hair and glints off the gold hairpiece. When Jingyi looks down at him, the sun turns his dark eyes molten and warm.
“You’re so handsome,” Sizhui says, relaxing even further into Jingyi’s grip as they move.
Jingyi laughs. The happy bell-like sound is too loud for the Cloud Recesses, but Sizhui likes the way it fills the whole courtyard and lightens the air around them.
“The handsome one in this relationship is definitely you,” Jingyi says with a wink. He’s looking down at Sizhui again, and his expression is almost unbearably tender. Sizhui tightens his grip on Jingyi’s neck so he can pull himself up to kiss those smiling lips. Jingyi ducks his head down and meets him halfway.
He’s laughing again, and Sizhui smiles as he relaxes back into his husband’s hold. “Keep your hands to yourself,” Jingyi warns in a voice laughed with mirth, “or we aren’t going to make it to the house.”
Sizhui laughs then and rests his head against Jingyi’s shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
Jingyi just winks at him. He carries Sizhui out of the main complex and towards the house that had once belonged to Jingyi’s parents. Jingyi’s gait is steady as he walks up the mountain path. Sizhui lets his eyes close and focuses on the warmth of Jingyi's body pressed against his. When he opens his eyes again, Jingyi is looking down at him with a soft smile.
“Are you tired?” Sizhui asks, suddenly feeling bad for making Jingyi carry him this whole time. “I can walk.”
“Nonsense,” Jingyi says, hefting Sizhui up for emphasis. “I can hold myself on one hand for a few hours at a time. I can carry you twenty minutes to the house.”
“You don’t have to,” Sizhui says, but he’s not sure why he’s arguing. He doesn’t want to be put down, quite the opposite in fact.
“I don’t,” Jingyi easily agrees. “But I can, and you like it.”
Sizhui opens his mouth to protest this fact, but Jingyi shakes his head.
“I’m not stupid, you know,” Jingyi tells him. “I noticed.”
Sizhui opens his mouth and shuts it again. He doesn’t have a good response to that. Jingyi laughs, and the sound fills the forest around them. Sizhui’s unable to resist pulling him down for a kiss. He only pulls back when they are both struggling for breath. There’s heat behind the mirth in Jingyi’s eyes now, and it sends a happy shiver through Sizhui’s whole body.
When Jingyi starts walking again, it’s at a decidedly faster pace. He carries Sizhui up the mountain path and to the small clearing where the house sits. It’s beautiful. The summer sun warms the green grass and wildflowers decorate the small lawn. But Sizhui doesn’t look at it. He has eyes only for Jingyi. The gold on him is glittering and the sun illuminates his jade perfect skin. Sizhui can feel the steel of his arms supporting him and the warmth of his body where they are pressed together. There is nothing better in the world. He lets go of his grip on Jingyi’s neck to trace the line of his jaw and brush his fingers across those high cheekbones.
He’s not sure exactly how Jingyi opens the door when he is carrying Sizhui with both of his hands, but he does. Once they are inside, he gently sets Sizhui on his feet. Part of Sizhui is surprised that Jingyi didn’t deposit him directly onto the bed.
Jingyi set him down but didn't let him go. They are still in a loose embrace. For a long moment, they just stare at each other. Sizhui can’t entirely believe that this is real. That Jingyi is officially his husband. He slowly raises one hand up to Jingyi’s forehead ribbon. His eyes flutter closed when Sizhui’s hand brushes the silk on his forehead. Even though they’ve been touching each other's forehead ribbons for a while now, this feels special. Sizhui’s touch is reverent as he reaches back for the knot behind Jingyi’s head. Jingyi mirrors his motion and together, they pull out the knots that bind the ribbons to them. The silk ribbons fall free. Sizhui reaches out and they twine their hands together, the soft ribbons tangle between their fingers.
Sizhui looks up at Jingyi, who is now a few centimeters taller than him. Jingyi pulls him close and kisses him. The world falls away and there is nothing except each other.
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#Zhuiyi#wedding#zhuiyi wedding#happy endings#did you see that because I wont be doing it again#mdzs#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#the untamed#lan wangji#wei wuxian#Sizhui can be swept off his feet as a treat#jingyi putting that lan upperbody strength to good use#fluff#pure fluff#they deserve to be happy#5+1 things#fanfic#mdzs fanfic#fan fiction#ao3#ao3 link
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JingYi: Are we friends SiZhui?
SiZhui: ...
SiZhui: No.
SiZhui: A-Yi we're married.
JingYi: Dianxia, don't pause like that. You scared me.
SiZhui: This is our wedding reception, A-Yi. Please.
#incorrect quotes#incorrect mdzs#mdzs#mdzs incorrect quotes#cql incorrect quotes#junior cultivators#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#lan jingyi#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#lan sizhui#lan yuan#zhuiyi#cuties#wedding#dianxia#incorrect mxtx
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Mo Dao Zu Shi: ZhuiYi wedding
Hit a follower milestone on LOFTER and someone requested a ZhuiYi wedding. May not even death do them part. :)
#MDZS#Mo Dao Zu Shi#ZhuiYi#Lan JingYi#Lan SiZhui#aged up#i am impressed by how few adjustment layers i used#i am not a fashion designer can you tell :/#i know even less about ancient chinese wedding fashion#digital#2019#PaintTool SAI#painted#lineart#(only a bit)#my art#fanart
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❄️ Untamed Winter Fest 2019 ❄️
Day 17 - Bells - 1.1k
Sizhui picked up the embossed invitation and traced the banner gently with his index finger; it depicted ribbons and bells picked out in silver leaf on off-white card and cordially invited him to marry his best friend and boyfriend Jingyi today.
Jin Ling had come calling early this morning with the long red envelope from Jingyi, in it had been that wedding invitation.
A soft smile curled his lips as he considering only Jingyi would do something so dorky and adorable as request his presence at his own wedding.
Sizhui glanced up at the knock on his bedroom door and called an acknowledgement.
It was Wei Wuxian dressed in his morning suit pants and dress shirt.
He sank down to sit next to Sizhui on the edge of the bed and put an arm around his shoulders.
“How are you feeling, A-Yuan?” he asked as Sizhui leaned into his hug.
“Good. Nervous?” Sizhui considered that. Yes he was a little nervous. About the wedding itself rather than the thought of getting married to Jingyi. Neither of them were flashy people and they’d kept the wedding small and intimate, inviting just their close friends and family, but it was still a lot of attention on them, and Sizhui wasn’t one for the limelight.
“No second thoughts?” really, Sizhui could tell from Wei Wuxian’s tone that the question hadn’t been serious, he was that sure of Sizhui’s feelings for Jingyi. But Sizhui was a conscientious young man and he gave the question serious consideration.
“No, none” he answered eventually and Wei Wuxian tightened his arm across Sizhui’s shoulder, hugging him closer, “I know we’ve both just finished college and people might think we’re too young or too naive or moving too fast, but its just...its right for us”
“You’re never too young to know your own mind, A-Yuan” Wei Wuxian told him seriously, “And you and Jingyi are the only two people in the world who’s opinion on the matter counts”
Sizhui smiled and nodded, “Mn. Today I’m going to marry my best friend. The man who makes me laugh, who makes my heart trip, who makes my life complete”
“Congratulations Sizhui, we both wish you every happiness together with the man lucky enough to have your love” Wei Wuxian rubbed his arm soothingly as he offered his congratulations.
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Jingyi was only half-dressed when the full force of his panic hit him.
Oh God, what if Sizhui didn’t turn up? What if Sizhui had second thoughts? What if Sizhui realised what a hot mess Jingyi was half the time and figured out he could do better?
He sat down and tried to calm his breathing, sucking in deep breaths and thinking of the sweet soft smile Sizhui always wore when he greeted Jingyi.
There would be no way Sizhui would be so cruel as to jilt him at the alter, he’d be gentleman enough to talk to him before it got that far.
He started to calm down.
Then as if summoned by his thoughts the rap at the door came.
He tried to not shout his fear, and instead what escaped was an odd little mewl. Oh God, Sizhui had realised how stupid he was being tying himself to Jingyi and he really had come to politely excuse himself from the wedding.
Jingyi wondered what his chances of convincing him that no-one was in the room were if he stayed quiet, but no, he’d already made noise.
He walked over to the door and wondering if walking to your own execution felt anything like this.
He could have fainted when he opened it to find Lan Xichen at the door and not Sizhui.
“Jingyi, you look like you’re about to pass out, what’s wrong?” Xichen took Jingyi’s arm and walked him over to the bed to sit down. “Do you feel ill?”
He started to nod, then changed it to a head-shake because he did, but it wasn’t the kind of ill Xichen meant.
“No”
“Just nerves?” Xichen asked patiently, and he was going to nod, but thought he best check with Xichen first.
“Sizhui didn’t ask you to say anything to me did he?”
Xichen smiled then and shook his head, “No, Jingyi, I just came to check up on you” Xichen patted him on the shoulder. “Are you nervous about the ceremony?”
“No, well yes, but I’m more worried Sizhui won’t be there. What if he realised he doesn’t want to be with me?”
“Jingyi, Sizhui loves you. As much as you love him. You’ve been together since High School, don’t you think he might have realised that before now if it had been the case?”
“He could be bored of me”
“The same applies, he’d have known before now” Xichen rubbed soothingly at his shoulder, “now come, time’s ticking down and you still need to finish dressing” Xichen urged.
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Although the wedding was intended to be quiet and intimate they’d still put a lot of thought and time into the planning of it, choosing to marry elements of the western wedding ceremony with some details taken from traditional Chinese weddings as a bow to their heritage. Their wedding suits, although a western cut and colour, were softened by the silk waistcoats and bow ties they’d commission in red with gold cloud patterns. They’d chosen orchids as their wedding flowers and ensured there was an ample supply of baijiu for the toasts afterwards.
They’d decided against a western aisle-walk in favour of approaching from east and west to join the officiant at the front. Sizhui couldn’t stop his smile when he saw Jingyi walking towards him from the opposite side of the lawn.
He looked nervous but determined, and when they met in the middle Sizhui took his hand; it was a little cold to the touch and shook slightly in his grasp so he squeezed, offering his silent support.
Jingyi flashed him a look, and their eyes met and locked. Jingyi smiled then, and Sizhui didn’t think they were able to look away from each other until it was time to exchange the rings, and Jingyi had to look down and concentrate as his hand trembled so much he could barely get the ring on Sizhui’s finger.
By the time they were pronounced husbands Jingyi looked so relieved he seemed to forget about the kiss, so Sizhui took charge, holding Jingyi’s face between his hands and leaning in for a slow, sweet kiss; their first as a married couple. And wasn’t that just wonderful? He and Jingyi were now married and at the very start of their lives together.
#untamed winter fest#day 17#zhuiyi#wedding#lan sizhui#lan jingyi#mdzs fic#mdzs#shay's stuff#Modern AU#the untamed
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Managed to write a little something through the brain fog and pain today, some junior shenanigans for an old ask game prompt in my inbox (’stomped’).
Technically, no ships I guess, or implied Zhuiling, or implied Zhuizhen, or implied Lingyi, or implied Zhuiyi...let’s face it, I ship the poly junior quartet so hard every time I write them them it tends to end up that way so read it how you like in terms of ships or no ships at all and just ‘what’s some spooning between good friends?’
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Another round of laughter, barely muffled through the walls, and Jin Ling decided enough was enough. It really was intolerable. And irresponsible.
He threw off his blankets and stomped out of his room at the inn. It was only after he was down the hall and throwing open the door to the others’ room that he realised he was only in his under-robe.
Heat rushed to his face, but was swiftly forgotten as the others cheered his sudden appearance, waving around cups and sloshing wine everywhere.
“Would you all shut up and sleep already!” Jin Ling snapped, somehow managing to remember his purpose even when faced with the shocking state they were in.
Ouyang Zizhen’s hair was...something. It looked like some attempt at the arrangement that was currently fashionable for weddings, but it was executed awfully, looking more like the nest of some sort of small animal.
Lan Jingyi was scandalously underdressed, a light under-robe barely covering him as it threatened to come untied at his waist, one leg sticking out in the awkward way he was sprawled on his side, one shoulder of the robe wet with what was probably wine.
Lan Sizhui was...red faced and missing his forehead ribbon.
The sight of his naked forehead sent Jin Ling’s thoughts skittering away from his desperate need for sleep after the nightmare their earlier hunt had been. He didn’t dare look around for where the forehead ribbon had ended up, and yet, he desperately needed to know for no accountable reason.
“Jin Liiiing!” Lan Jingyi cried. “You changed your mind about sharing a room with us!”
“Come, have a drink, have a drink,” Lan Sizhui said, beckoning him with a hand and sloppily pouring wine into a fourth cup that seemed to have been left out just for him.
“Jingyi, you should do his hair next,” Ouyang Zizhen said, lifting a hand to pat at his hair, a wistful look on his face that clearly said he hadn’t looked in a mirror yet.
Lan Jingyi perked up, pulling himself upright and nodding so vigorously his robe slipped off one shoulder.
Jin Ling hardly knew where to look, but the angry bruises across the bared side of Lan Jingyi’s chest caught his attention.
“What are you idiots doing? You’re keeping the whole inn awake!” he snapped, belatedly closing the door behind him even though he knew it was doing a poor job of dampening their noise. “You should be resting!”
Perhaps he should have agreed to share a cramped room with them instead of purchasing his own, he might have been able to stop them from such ridiculousness.
Then again, he was finding himself utterly defenceless when Lan Sizhui asked him to do...anything lately. And with the way Lan Sizhui was holding out a cup of wine with an eager and inviting expression, Jin Ling realised he probably would have been talked into it.
Even now, he was tempted, if only because he found it so oddly difficult to deny Lan Sizhui anything when he looked at him like that.
But the hour was so late, and they had all fought so hard during the hunt. Lan Jingyi wasn’t the only one covered in bruises and cuts and needing rest.
“What would Hanguang-Jun say if he saw you behaving this way instead of resting and caring for your wounds?”
It was a low blow, but that offered drink in Lan Sizhui’s hand was very tempting, even if he had no desire to embarrass himself in the way they were behaving. He’d die of shame if word reached his sect, or worse, his uncle. He had to stop them quickly.
In unison, they gasped and looked around, as if Hanguang-Jun might be summoned to the room just from Jin Ling speaking his name.
If the circumstances were different, if he wasn’t so exhausted and battered from the hunt, if they weren’t at a public inn, he might have joined them with little fuss and probably enjoyed himself, even if it was hard to fathom looking at the state they were in now, but they were at a public inn.
He rather thought it should be Lan Sizhui being the responsible one, but he hauled them up one by one, awkwardly trying to avoid touching Lan Jingyi’s very exposed skin, and pushed them towards their beds.
The room they’d purchased was so small that it only had two beds, and Lan Sihzhui and Ouyang Zizhen shared one while Lan Jingyi sprawled shamelessly over the other.
Jin Ling stood over him for a moment, eyeing his bruises and wondering if he should apply more salve to them. He didn’t trust the idiot to have done the job properly the first time, and he didn’t want to listen to him whining about how sore he was all the way back to Gusu.
It was usually Lan Sizhui who fussed over them, and it felt odd to find himself playing that part, and especially for an idiot like Lan Jingyi, who would shortly injure himself again in some stupid, embarrassing manner, but he was already reaching for the salve before he thought that he should maybe leave Lan Jingyi to his fate.
But he never managed to get the salve.
Lan Jingyi, with a ridiculously loud groan, pulled himself up and reached over until he managed to grab Jin Ling by his waist and yank him forwards.
Jin Ling toppled onto the bed and, while frantically trying to get away, found himself swiftly manoeuvred until his back was against Lan Jingyi’s chest and he was firmly trapped by his deceptively strong arms.
The position was so utterly unfamiliar that he froze instead of fighting to get free.
Across the room, Ouyang Zizhen was already snoring softly, and Jin Ling could see they were in a similar position, with Lan Sizhui nestled against Ouyang Zizhen. He had seen Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi sleeping huddled together many times out on hunts, but out in the wild felt somehow very different to in bed at an inn.
Head flooded his face when he remembered the way Lan Jingyi’s under-robe was all but falling off him.
“See, isn’t this better than a lonely room on your own?” Lan Jingyi mumbled, holding him, if anything, even tighter.
Protests rose to Jin Ling’s lips but he bit down on them. As strange and constricting as the position was, it wasn’t unpleasant. He had wondered before, seeing Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui sleep this way on hunts, what it would feel like to be held close by someone else.
Although he had never considered it would be Lan Jingyi who would do it.
There was no point trying to escape. He’d learned long ago that he was no match for Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui’s ridiculous upper body strength.
And...he wasn’t entirely sure he did want to escape, now that Lan Jingyi was relaxing his hold just a little and shifting into a more comfortable position.
“Shut up and sleep,” he muttered belatedly.
Lan Jingyi merely hummed dismissively into his hair, and Jin Ling decided that no matter how nice it was starting to feel to lie there in Lan Jingyi’s arms, he would still wake early and make them all suffer for keeping him awake so long.
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I’m not really sure how Jin Ling wound up the responsible one in this...but anyway, I wrote a thing and that’s miraculous on its own so I don’t really care if it’s out of character XD
Please excuse errors, I didn’t have the spoons to edit it, and I’m really rusty writing, but I’ve been so inactive I just wanted to post something new here for now, maybe tidy it up later for AO3 if I find the spoons for editing and summary and title and all the hard stuff about posting fic XD
#zhuilingyizhen#poly junior quartet#mdzs#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#mxtx#zhuizhen#zhuiling#lingyi#zhuiyi#lsz#ljy#oyzz#jl#my fanfic#prompted works#cross post later#if i remember.....#i think there's other things i never got around to cross posting too...#...i'll get to them...eventually#....maybe#*
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Childhood friends!AU where The Quartet™ (around 5-6 years old at the time) approaches LQR, all holding hands, and DECLARES that they will marry one another when they grow up and LQR is just like ???
lqr just wants one normal marriage in the family! no kidnapping! no eloping! no hiding in seclusion! he just wants one, decent union of two ppl, smh is that too hard to ask for?
(hint: yes, yes it is.)
anyways, lqr represses this memory until like twenty years later when they're actually getting married, and this is probably the closest to a father that lqr is ever gonna feel at a wedding lmao
(honestly he knew zhuiyi was gonna get married but all four of them?? unorthodox but at this point he just wants something close to a normal wedding)
(also i don't think he was super homophobic, just hated wwx lol so let him have this)
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what flew between us by kakikaeru
what flew between us
by kakikaeru
M, 13k, zhuiyi, background wangxian
Summary: It was difficult not to think about it, at least a little, as Sizhui pulled his sweater off in the same move he used to sweep Jingyi down onto the bed. Sizhui threw it somewhere and then started tackling the buttons of his own shirt, and without his mouth or hands causing a distraction, Jingyi had a terrifying moment of clarity over the fact that Dr. Lan and Dr. Wei had been the pillars of his young life, and now he was repaying their kindness by letting their son sprawl him naked across their marital bed while they were on vacation, celebrating their enduring years of union. Their son, who was bare chested now above him and very clearly wearing nothing but his own wedding ring.
Lan Jingyi attends his high school class reunion, reuniting with his childhood best friend more closely than he anticipated.
My comments: In which ljy and lsz haven't seen each other since high school (when jingyi nearly died because of an diagnosed lung disease). Sadly, jingyi was whisked off to Canada after that, so now it's 10 years later at the school reunion. They leave the reunion pretty much immediately, and there's hanky panky, and then guilt, b/c lsz was wearing a wedding ring....
(story alternates with present and flashbacks of their past, including when jingyi first became ill)
modern au, high school reunion, Hyperventilation au, (I have no idea what that is and I didn’t feel like I missed out on anything), getting together, miscommunications, adorable juniors, unrequited love, pining, sick lan jingyi, doctor lan sizhui, teacher lan jingyi, top lan sizhui, bottom lan jingyi, requited love, first time, flashbacks, @kakikaeru
(You may wish to REBLOG as a signal boost for this author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#wangxian#zhuiyi#cql#modern au#high school reunion#getting together#miscommunication#unrequited love#pining#sick lan jingyi#doctor lan sizhui#teacher lan jingyi#top lan sizhui#bottom lan jingyi#first time#flashbacks#what flew between us#kakikaeru#short fic <15k#mature
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02.11.20
The Untamed / MDZS / CQL / Lan Jingyi POV / Wei Wuxian / ZhuiYi & WangXian
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a much needed shove forward (there's no need for insecurities)
Sequel to fork in the road
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“Word of advice?” Jingyi hears and he looks up from the ball of fluff in his lap. His fingers keep their steady caress of the top of the bunny's head, even as he makes a half-assed bow.
Senior Wei is standing a few feet away, a bunny of his own tucked into the crook of his elbow, and he’s not looking at Jingyi as he continues. “Throw Sizhui over your shoulder, and whisk him away. Elope.”
He says it so plainly, so matter-of-factly, that for a second, Jingyi thinks he might actually be hearing things. Because surely, surely, Senior Wei wouldn’t suggest…
But then again, it is Senior Wei, so it… wouldn’t be that far off…?
Senior Wei, as if hearing his thoughts, looks at him then, and oh, he does seem serious.
Jingyi scoffs. “As if I could ever do such a thing,” he says, because he might have earned himself the moniker of ‘the most un-Lan of Lans’, but even he wouldn’t do something so shameless.
Even if he really, really wants to.
Senior Wei looks at him steadily. “Even if it means both you and Sizhui will be unhappy for the rest of your lives? A-Ling, too?”
It’s a fair question. Jingyi grits his teeth. It’s not that simple, though.
“It is that simple, Lan Jingyi.” Had he said that out loud? “If Hanguang-Jun and I could do it, so can you.”
And that… “What?!?”
Senior Wei raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t actually think Lan Zhan and I waited so many years to get married, did you?” He chuckles, and Jingyi can only blink dumbly at him. It makes Senior Wei laugh more. “We eloped, Jingyi.”
He shrugs, like this isn’t the most preposterous thing he’s said. Especially since, “You had a wedding! Here, in the Cloud Recesses! I was there!” He can hear his voice going a few octaves higher, but he doesn’t care.
Senior Wei shrugs again, and finally drops to sit down on the grass. He doesn’t put the rabbit down, though. “That,” he says, nonchalant, “was mostly done for our families. Old Master Lan almost had a stroke when we told him we were already married, and Jiang Cheng… well, you remember that incident when he came, and almost blew up Zewu-Jun’s receiving room.”
Jingyi does, indeed, remember. He just hadn’t known why that happened. He nods.
“Anyway, that happened, so we decided, what the hell, why not.”
Jingyi feels his shock slowly ebbing away, the more he thinks about it. Yes, yes, it does sound like something Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei would do. But.
“That doesn’t mean Sizhui and I can do that, too.”
Senior Wei rolls his eyes, groaning, and Jingyi can hear his exasperation. “Lan Jingyi…”
“Besides,” Jingyi interrupts before Senior Wei can say more than that. He bites his lip. “Sizhui and I-”
“If you say you’re not like that, I’m going to throw you into that stream over there myself.”
Jingyi feels like he’s just been slapped at that. He blinks up at Senior Wei, perplexed. “I-”
“Lan Jingyi ah, Lan Jingyi,” Senior Wei says, and something in his tone makes Jingyi want to crawl into a hole and hide. Not from fear, but the hint of disappointment he can hear. “You already have Lan Zhan and my blessings. You have more than just our blessings, but the point is, we wouldn't have given them if we had thought Sizhui would reject you in any way.”
That makes Jingyi’s heart race so wildly in his chest, it’s almost painful. “I-” He swallows. “Senior Wei…” His hopes are sky-rocketing without his consent.
Senior Wei huffs, and looks at the sky for a moment (begging for strength, maybe? Jingyi doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know). Then, he looks back at him. “If Hanguang-Jun isn’t a father-in-law by the end of the week, you’re doing handstands for the rest of your life. In the Cold Pond Cave.” Then he looks down at the bunny he’s still petting. “Thought you should know.”
Well, that… sounded casual enough to be a real threat.
Jingyi can’t put the bunny down fast or gently enough.
He hasn’t cleared the meadow yet when he hears, “There’s a qiankun pouch with everything you might need in your room. Sizhui’s in the Library Pavilion.”
He stops, just for a moment, blood rushing in his ears and heat crawling up his neck. “Senior Wei, I-”
“You’re still here? Do I need to sick a ghost on your heels?”
Jingyi feels a shiver go up his spine. “You can’t do that in the Cloud Recesses!”
The smile on Senior Wei’s face is sinister. “Remember who you’re talking to.”
Yes, alright, okay, Jingyi understands. “Leaving now!”
“Good luck!”
“Thank you,” he throws over his shoulder as he starts running, grin wide on his face, and hopes making his heart nearly combust.
#The Untamed#MDZS#Lan Jingyi#Wei Wuxian#ZhuiYi#WangXian#by moi#Fic#My Fic#Daily2020#UntamedFics#Sizhui and Jingyi and the thing about forehead ribbons#On AO3
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a blue wish by ferrero13
zhuiyi
chaptered, completed
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future fic
A drunken night, a shotgun wedding, and three years of loveless marriage later, SiZhui and JingYi finally figure things out.
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Zhuiyi Collection 9
Prompt from Bunny on AO3: Anyway, if you still accept prompt, can you do one where Wen Qing and her people didn't die and Sizhui (obviously) grew up as a Wen?
“He will not be married to a Wen!”
“Come now Uncle, he’s more a Wei than a Wen.”
“Even worse! He is Wei Wuxian’s son!”
“He’s also Lan Zhan’s son if that’s how you think.”
Lan Xichen held back his laugh as his Uncle turned a shade of red he had never seen.
“I think I have been more than accepting of the relationships in this family. First, Lan Zhan runs off to Yiling to marry that heretic. Then you marry Jiang Cheng! And now your adopted son wants to marry a Wen!”
Taking a deep breath, Lan Xichen thought about happy things. Otherwise he might kill Lan Qiren.
“Shizui has been raised by Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian. And even so, the Wens in Yiling are innocents! They had nothing to do with Wen Ruohan and his ilk!”
“They are Wens! There is no way I will allow a Lan to marry into that clan!”
“But Uncle!”
“No. That is my final word as head of the family.”
Neither man noticed the figure listening outside the door.
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Wen Shizui was happy with his life right now. He had two parents who loved him, an extended family who loved him and, hopefully, a soon to be fiancé who loved him. And who Shizui loved dearly in return. He couldn’t believe that in a few months, he and Jingyi would be married.
“Shizui! Lan Jingyi is here. He’s at the inn, hurry down to him.”
Waving to the disciple, Shizui headed into the village. Why was Jingyi here? Wasn’t he supposed to be with his parents in the Cloud Recesses?
Entering the inn, Shizui saw his fiancé sitting with his back to the door.
“A-Yi! I wasn’t expecting you for another few days. Wait, why are you crying?”
He rushed to sit beside the younger man, pulling him into his arms.
“Lan Qiren won’t give me permission to marry you. He says I can’t marry a Wen.”
Oh. He had known that this might happen. Even years later people still hated the Wens, thought they were all the same.
“So, so, we can’t marry?”
Shizui had never seen anyone wipe away tears angrily before. He didn’t even think it was possible.
“No, screw him. Shizui, we’re getting married tomorrow!”
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Jingyi was determined to marry Shizui no matter what Lan Qiren said. Thankfully, his father agreed. Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng were on their way to see their son get married. Yiling was overrun with clan members trying to get the area ready for a wedding. Jingyi didn’t need much, all he wanted was his Shizui. But Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were determined that the two would have the best wedding possible. Within twenty-four hours, Yiling, the path to the Burial Mounds and the Burial Mounds themselves were decorated in red and gold. The clan were dressed in their best clothes and Jingyi was at the inn with his parents. He was nervous, but he also knew that he was doing the right thing. Screw Lan Qiren. Lan Jingyi was marrying the man he loved, no matter what.
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Jingyi followed his husband into the bedroom, both men giggling. They collapsed onto the bed, kissing and laughing. Eventually they settled down, Jingyi resting his head on Shizui’s chest, listening to the other’s heartbeat. He looked up as his husband started laughing again.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“I really want to see Lan Qiren’s face when he gets told we’re married!”
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To tie the knot
The prompt for Day 4 of Zhuiyi Week was “Rabbits, ribbons or butterflies” and since the rabbits featured heavily in the last two fics, I decided to go for the ribbon.
When Lan Jingyi wakes up, Lan Sizhui is still asleep. It’s a rare sight, usually Lan Sizhui is up long before Lan Jingyi even stirs, and so Lan Jingyi takes shameless advantage of it.
He could stare at Lan Sizhui all day long, if only he had the time for that.
But he doesn’t, especially not today, when he’s supposed to meet with Lan Qiren to talk about the possibility of Lan Jingyi teaching the younger kids, and so he regretfully gets out of their bed.
He dresses quickly, trying to preserve as much warmth as he can, but when he reaches for his forehead ribbon he hesitates.
Lan Sizhui’s ribbon is laying right there.
He knows he shouldn’t touch it, especially not when Lan Sizhui isn’t even awake to give his permission for that, but Lan Jingyi can’t help himself.
He strokes his fingers over Lan Sizhui’s ribbon and imagines what it would be like to wear it; but ribbons are only exchanged during a marriage and he is not Lan Sizhui’s husband. Not yet, anyway.
They haven’t talked about it at all, in fact, though Lan Jingyi knows it’s what he wants. He wants forever with Lan Sizhui, just like Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei have with each other, and he can just pray to all the gods that Lan Sizhui wants the same.
But he doesn’t know and he really shouldn’t be touching the ribbon, much less taking it.
And yet, that’s what he does.
Lan Jingyi figures it won’t hurt. He’ll just wear it for one day, wear it like he would if he was married to Lan Sizhui, and then he’ll swap them back out in the evening, when Lan Sizhui goes to bed before him.
There’s nothing that can go wrong.
Lan Jingyi can feel himself flush as he ties the ribbon around his own forehead, quickly puts his ribbon down on Lan Sizhui’s clothes and then he turns back around to the bed.
Lan Sizhui is still asleep, curled towards the spot Lan Jingyi has vacated, and he leans over to press a lingering kiss to Lan Sizhui’s forehead.
Lan Sizhui stirs, blinking sleepily up at him and Lan Jingyi’s heart goes into overdrive when he smiles at him.
He doesn’t think he could ever get tired of seeing this.
“What are you doing up,” Lan Sizhui mumbles and reaches out to tug at Lan Jingyi’s robe. “Come back to bed.”
“I can’t,” he tells him regretfully. “I have a meeting with Lan Qiren, remember?”
“Wish I didn’t,” Lan Sizhui grumbles and Lan Jingyi laughs, because he still can’t over how grumpy and petulant Lan Sizhui can be, especially in the mornings.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” he tells Lan Sizhui, because Lan Jingyi knows he has his own duties with Hanguang-Jun and Lan Sizhui lets out a long sigh.
“That’s too long,” he decides and tilts his head up. “A kiss to last me until then,” he demands and who is Lan Jingyi to deny his boyfriend anything?
So he leans down again, claims Lan Sizhui’s lips in a kiss that would normally lead up to a more rigorous activity, but before Lan Sizhui can topple him back into bed, Lan Jingyi pulls away.
“I really have to go now,” he says, voice rough and full of regret, and he is almost swayed when Lan Sizhui whines high in his throat.
“Until lunch,” Lan Jingyi whispers again and smoothes a hand over the mess of Lan Sizhui’s hair before he turns around and leaves.
His lips still tingle from the kiss and the fact that he’s wearing Lan Sizhui’s forehead ribbon is a constant thought in his mind, keeping a faint flush on his cheeks at all times.
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Lan Jingyi is lingering over their folded clothes longer than he usually would, but Lan Sizhui is staying up longer than he normally does, and Lan Jingyi is still waiting for his chance to switch the ribbons out again.
“What are you doing?” Lan Sizhui suddenly asks from right behind him and slides his arms around Lan Jingyi’s middle as he rests his head on his shoulder.
He definitely felt Lan Jingyi jump in surprise.
“No—nothing,” Lan Jingyi stutters out and tries to turn around, but Lan Sizhui tightens his arms around him.
“Nothing, huh,” Lan Sizhui says. “You have a pretty contemplating look on your face for nothing.”
“That’s just my face,” Lan Jingyi tries and a shiver runs down his back when Lan Sizhui chuckles right into his ear.
“I doubt it,” he teasingly says and then sighs. “Are you trying to figure out how to switch our ribbons back?” he then asks and Lan Jingyi goes very, very still in his arms.
“What?” he croaks out and he can feel Lan Sizhui’s smiles when he presses a kiss to Lan Jingyi’s neck.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that I’m not wearing my ribbon?” he asks, and there is no accusation in his voice, just curiosity.
“I didn’t think that far,” Lan Jingyi admits. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Lan Sizhui wants to know and Lan Jingyi knows him well enough to know that he’s frowning.
“For touching your ribbon, for wearing it like that. I know I’m not supposed to.”
“Oh, Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui breathes out and pulls Lan Jingyi even closer towards himself. “You idiot. Of course you’re allowed to touch my ribbon. Am I not allowed to touch yours?”
“Of course you are!” Lan Jingyi exclaims.
“Then why should it be different the other way around?”
“We didn’t talk about it,” Lan Jingyi lowly says and rests his hand on top of Lan Sizhui’s on his stomach. “About marriage.”
“Do you intent to marry someone else?” Lan Sizhui wants to know.
“Sizhui!” Lan Jingyi yells and turns around in his arms, faces Lan Sizhui for the first time of this conversation.
“Well, are you?” Lan Sizhui asks with a small smile and Lan Jingyi vehemently shakes his head.
“Of course not. You’re it for me,” he declares.
“You’re it for me, too. Did you not know?”
“It would have been nice to hear it from you,” Lan Jingyi mumbles even though his heart does flips inside his chest, he’s so happy.
He hadn’t dared to think that Lan Sizhui wanted this as well; hoped, yes, but nothing more than that.
“So if you don’t intend to marry anyone else and I don’t either, then doesn’t that mean you’re allowed to wear my ribbon?”
“What would Lan Qiren say?” Lan Jingyi blurts out, because Lan Qiren is just warming up to him, and Lan Jingyi doesn’t want to ruin that.
Lan Sizhui laughs, loud and happy, before he shakes his head fondly at Lan Jingyi.
“And to think that for once, you’re the one who wants to stick to the rules,” he mutters and presses a kiss to the corner of Lan Jingyi’s mouth. “He doesn’t have to know about it until the wedding,” Lan Sizhui conspiringly tells him and Lan Jingyi blushes.
“Okay,” he agrees to another blinding smile from Lan Sizhui.
“Good,” he says and then tugs at the end of his own forehead ribbon around Lan Jingyi’s head. “Then take this off and come to bed already, will you?”
“Gladly,” Lan Jingyi replies, but before he does just that, he pulls Lan Sizhui into a kiss.
He can take the ribbon off later, anyway.
#bt writes#the untamed#mdzs#zhuiyiweek2019#zhuiyi#established relationship#fluff#marriage proposal#kinda
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hi!!! i just wanted to pop by and say i LOVEEE the lahl series (and that i have a super soft spot for the juniors, esp jingyi and sizhui!!) that whole series has made quarantine a bit easier to handle, and i’ve gone back to reread parts of it more often than i’d care to admit!! it has gotten me thinking, though, if there are any zhuiyi tidbits/headcanons that you haven’t gotten the chance to include yet that you’re got?? like i said i love them and their dynamic so i’d love to hear more 🥺💖💓🌸
Thank you, sweet anon! I’m so glad that series is bringing a little bit of joy during all of this.
As for the Juniors in LAHL ‘verse, they’ll pop up again! Zhenling on the 24th and Zhuiyi on the 25th.
As for various tidbits/little details that either got lost in everything or I’ve forgotten if I’ve posted them somewhere:
--While they do have a massive, ridic wedding at the estate. It’s the only time the place ever runs OUT of space. But also in a grand unofficial family tradition, they have their own quiet, private ceremony in Molly’s backyard first before the EVENT that is their ‘official’ ceremony.
--They honeymoon in Scotland. Despite what he’ll tell everyone, Jingyi did NOT almost get possessed by the ghost of a bagpipper.
--Sophie McKim was the surrogate for both Meihui and Malia. (There’s a seven year gap between them.)
--I haven’t written it yet, but Sizhui does, indeed, join the Harvard Horntails.
--Jingyi calls Math his Enemy, but it’s really Geometry. He’s actually pretty damn quick when it comes to do calculations in his head.
--They’ve never been good at the ‘dating’ thing just because they’re both two homebodies who’ve spent their lifetimes together. Whenever they try to ‘date’ like a ‘normal’ couple it just becomes an awkward mess that usually ends in disaster. (And lots of laughter.)
--Sizhui’s anxiety leads to bouts of insomnia every now and then. Jingyi will often wake-up, find him, and sing to him. It doesn’t put Sizhui to sleep, but it calms him down.
--The house they eventually build on their plot of Lan land is designed by Jingyi, with the help of Lan Xichen.
--Jingyi’s parents eventually settle out with the West Coast Lans. While they’re not banned from the Lan New England areas, it’s been made clear that they better not come back unless Jingyi invites him. He extended that invitation twice: for his wedding and for the birth of Meihui. They showed up for the wedding. They did not show up to meet their grandchild. That’s when Jingyi finally gave up.
--The youth sport Meihui goes for? Hockey. They all blame Nie Mingjue for this.
--It’s also not posted yet, but the absolute fear that goes through a majority of the Cloud Recesses senior staff when Sizhui starts attending, when they realize just WHO Sizhui’s dad is: legendary. Sizhui still didn’t even know all the stories, legends, and rumors surrounding the infamous Wei Wuxian until he was nineteen, spent a summer as a counselor, and saw the official file.
--Even though most of his major grand romantic gestures fail, at least once a year, Jingyi pulls a medium-sized one off without any problems.
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lán Jǐngyí/Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Characters: Lán Jǐngyí, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Additional Tags: Pining, Misunderstandings, Post Mpreg, Angst with a Happy Ending, despite the summary the endgame is ZhuiYi
Series: Part 1 of A Blue Wish
Summary:
It was a shotgun wedding anyway. Now that Lan XiChen has emerged from seclusion and SiZhui is no longer the acting Sect Leader, nothing stands between Jin Ling and SiZhui from finding their happiness together. JingYi is tired of being married to someone whom he loves but who doesn’t love him back—it’s time he backs out of the picture.
#mdzs fanfic#zhuiyi#lan jingyi#lan sizhui#a-yuan#Best zhuiyi fic ever#has officially convinced me of the ship#the angst is real#their child is so cute#pls read this#it's by @lee-luca#the champion of zhuiyi#one of my favourite mdzs fics period#and that's saying a lot#Cuz i read so many
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Mo Dao Zu Shi: Practice makes perfect
A logical progression of LSZ keeping things out of LJY’s face.
I don't want to make assumptions about who (if anybody) is wearing the veil for the wedding, but...I can't stop relating JingYi's fringe to everything these days. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#MDZS#Mo Dao Zu Shi#ZhuiYi#Lan SiZhui#Lan JingYi#hello wordless comics it's been a long time#2019#comic#digital#PaintTool SAI#WHAT DO TRADITIONAL WEDDING ROBES LOOK LIKE#i just coloured their normal clothes red & gold#my art#fanart
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Zhuiyi Collection 7
Prompt from WINDJournal on AO3: Oh wait, this could be golden... what if LWJ is supporting even sort of fanboying Zhuiyi, but Sizhui thought his father expect him to be straight, love girls and wanting grandchildren from him? He would be so scared when he confess the truth that he loves Jingyi to his dad. awww~
As heir to the Lan Clan, there was a lot of pressure on Shizui. He had to the be perfect Lan, an excellent cultivator and most importantly to the Elders, marry a suitable woman and produce the perfect heir. So, no pressure.
There was one problem with that plan though. Shizui was love with Jingyi, another member of the clan. Jingyi wasn’t your typical Lan. He was loud, playful and broke far too many rules for someone born into the clan.
And what about his parents? They probably wanted grandchildren someday. They couldn’t get that if Shizui married Jingyi. Shizui had to do what was best for the clan. And that meant marrying the young woman from the Jin Clan. It was for the best.
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Staring at his parents, Shizui still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. To be adopted by someone as loving as his father and then to have his dad returned to him, it was a miracle. Clearing his throat, his dad placed his cup on the table.
“So, any reason you joined us for dinner tonight? Normally, we can’t drag you away from Jingyi’s side.”
Was that a smile on his father’s face? Shaking away distracting thoughts, Shizui took a deep breath.
“I’ve decided to marry.”
“That’s great! Lan Zhan, isn’t that great?”
“Hm.”
Ok, so far, so good.”
“Yes, I think Jin Ai will be a wonderful wife.”
“Wait, what? Who?”
Looking at his parents, Shizui was surprised to see they looked upset.
“Will she not? I thought you wanted me to marry well.”
“Want you to marry for love. Marry Jingyi.”
His father looked upset. Oh no, what had he done? Reaching across the table, Shizui grabbed his father’s hand, wanting to comfort him.
“But I need to marry her for a sect heir. And I didn’t think you’d approve of me and Jingyi.”
Wei Wuxian laughed, moving to the other side of the table and pulling his son into his arms.
“Silly boy. Lan Zhan loves you and Jingyi as much and Lan Huan loves our relationship. Or Jin Ling loves A-Cheng’s relationship with Lan Huan.”
“Want you happy. Jingyi makes you happy, want you with Jingyi.”
Shizui was slightly ashamed to feel tears dripping down his face.
“Really? I can marry Jingyi?”
“Hm. Will talk with Uncle tomorrow, start a formal courting process.”
Crying, Shizui threw himself into his father’s arms, ignoring his dad’s laugh.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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A year later and the Cloud Recesses hosted the wedding of Shizui and Jingyi. Seeing the love and joy in Jingyi’s eyes and the pride in his parent’s eyes, Shizui knew he had made the right choice. What was right for the clan wasn’t necessarily right for Shizui. Sometimes, he needed to be selfish. An important life lesson that he would remember.
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Mo Dao Zu Shi: Future ZhuiYi family picking lotus seed pods
A scene from my ZhuiYi fic Better Late Than Never in which there is a lot of angst before they’re finally happy because (1) shotgun wedding and (2) misunderstandings. (Oh, and there’s a son.)
#MDZS#Mo Dao Zu Shi#ZhuiYi#Lan JingYi#Lan SiZhui#Better Late Than Never#2019#digital#Clip Studio Paint#CSP#i'm a complete novice at backgrounds can you tell ;-;#painted#aged up#my art#fanart
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