weiying-lanzhan-fics

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Turn Left by kianspo

Second time reading. Love this story so much!

Find it entertaining (foul jokes with a corpse!), sarcastic (LZ is the best!), heartwarming (brother love), and endearing! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

And heartbreaking - poor LZ has to go through a lot in this one. Absolutely worth a read - such a great story of pain but eventual happiness.

Quotes:

He goes to sit by the wall, not too close to a few other beggars. They all give him looks anyway, some call out, something loud and nasty. He ignores them. He wouldn’t know how to answer and has no energy to try.

He sits with his back to the wall, trying to maintain proper posture. He doesn’t have an empty bowl to put in front of him. Monks in Guanyin temples are known to share food with the beggars sometimes when they have some to spare. Xiaoxiao hopes this might be one such order. He’s willing to eat off the ground if it comes to that. He’s not picky.

He sits with his eyes closed, but no one approaches him, not the first day, and not the second. He doesn’t know if others managed to get food. He thinks he’d heard some commotion at some point, but his mind is drifting too much. He’s beginning to lose words, and what few remain refuse to form into concepts.

The only thing he’s consistently aware of is the soft amber glow in his lower belly. With what senses he can feel it, he doesn’t know, but, with his eyes closed, he can see it curling down below, burning steady but weak, and getting weaker. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with sorrow for it. In his mind’s eye, it’s like a tiny, soft animal, trusting and defenseless, like a kitten or a bunny. It’s kind, he feels. It’s kind and caring, and he’s supposed to protect it, and he can’t. His eyes burn, but he can’t produce tears.

————

Xiao Yanyi has zero desire to bow to him, but of course follows both the rules of politeness and his shixiong’s lead. The Jin disciple’s gaze slides from one to the other, and his mouth twists in derision.

“Sure, no problem, I can let you in right now,” he tells Xiao Xingchen, not bothering to return the greeting, despite being here to represent the hosts. His eyes slide over to Xiao Yanyi, and he scoffs. “But he can forget about it. Face like that, people won’t know if he’s hunter or prey.”

He laughs at his own joke, and the Wen disciples join in, gleefully parsing Xiao Yanyi’s appearance.

“What do you think, a ghost of a murderer?”

“No! A lech done to death by a jealous mistress!”

“Ha! I wonder if he’s like that underneath his robes! Maybe she didn’t just stop at his face!”

Xiao Yanyi realizes he’s frozen in place. Distantly, he wonders at it. It’s not like this is something he wasn’t prepared for or anything new. What is this paralysis? Why can’t he say a word?

Xiao Xingchen’s smile has slipped, but he’s trying to rally, ignoring the other youths and addressing the Jin disciple.

“This is my shidi. He’s a cultivator, same as I am. You can’t turn him away simply because of his appearance.”

“Can’t I?” the Jin disciple scoffs. “That he’s no beauty is his bad luck, but how’d he get them scars then? They look awfully like someone’s tried to carve a warning into his ugly mug. Was it an executioner or a butcher? What if he’s a murderer who got away? And I’m supposed to just let him in?”

Xiao Yanyi hears his own voice, though he can barely control his throat as he says, “I am no murderer.”

“Really?” The Jin disciple leans back in his chair obnoxiously, eyes narrowed in malevolent glee. He’s been bored stuck with this job, Xiao Yanyi realizes. He’s been spoiling for something like this. “Prove it then. Strip where we all can see. If there are no embarrassing brands on you, then maybe I’d let you in. But if there are, the guards are right here.”

“Young Master Jin—” Xiao Xingchen starts, frowning, but the Jin youth isn’t listening.

“Come on, stop pretending to be some blushing maiden!” he taunts. “If you’ve got nothing to hide, strip so we can all see!”

Noise is rising in Xiao Yanyi’s ears, the same overpowering, ringing sound that had been such a plague on him back in his days at Madam Ji’s brothel. Fighting resentful spirits is one thing, but this type of attack is debilitating, too much. His vision is becoming spotty, and he’s losing control of his body. He can vaguely feel Xiao Xingchen moving closer, and yet not close enough, afraid to touch him. Xiao Yanyi is drowning, surrounded by people and all alone.

Suddenly, a clear cool voice cuts in.

“What is going on here?”

————

“You don’t want to tell me?” Wei Wuxian pouts. Pouts. “But I’m very trustworthy! Huh. No, wait, never mind that, I know who you are!”

Xiao Yanyi stares.

Wei Wuxian is grinning at him, alight with his discovery. “You’re that cultivator who cleansed the entire river valley further upstream! They told me in the village. I rushed over here when I heard about the flood—ripe time for water ghouls and all—and they told me I might as well not bother going further up, that some cultivator in white, with—uh, with a distinguished face, had already cleansed the entire basin. I just didn’t expect you to be so young!”

Xiao Yanyi bows his head slightly. He didn’t miss Wei Wuxian’s near-slip, and he can’t say he feels any better about the hasty edit. After such a long time, he should be used to it. Why does it still hurt every now and then? Why can’t he learn to not let it?

“But this is perfect!” Wei Wuxian barrels on, oblivious. “After going to that place, I didn’t think there was a match for me in my generation, but now you’re here. This is brilliant! Want to work together to get the rest of the ghouls?”

Xiao Yanyi blinks, tripped up again.

“You… wish to work with me?” he asks, feeling his way. After all, working with him would mean staying close to him and his ‘distinguished face.’ Surely, this bright young cultivator could not have meant—

“Yes!” Wei Wuxian beams. “You can make it up to me for ruining my perfect ambush—no, it was perfect, I’ll accept no arguments on it! But uh…” He rubs the back of his neck with a rueful grin. “Maybe, we can think of a new plan. For the sake of originality only, obviously—can’t just be living off old masterpieces. What do you say?”

Xiao Yanyi stares at him some more, unable to utter a word. Slowly, he nods.

M, 204k

Summary:

“Make me so ugly that no one will ever want me,” he says. “Please.”

Or: Lan Wangji is kidnapped from the Lan Clan when he's still a small child. He retains no memories of his real identity, and only knows himself as a servant at Madam Ji's brothel. When the clients begin to look at him with interest, he finds someone to curse him and take away his true appearance, and with it any chance of ever finding his family.

(Not a brothel fic, that's only the starting point. A Wangxian story. A Twin Jades story.)

#wangxian #wei ying #lan wangji #wei wuxian #the untamed fic #lan zhan #wangxian fic rec #untamed fic #the untamed fanfiction #mdzs fic #longfic #kianspo #canon divergent au

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Practical Mythology by metisket

Funnest story ever! I loved this soooo much - didn’t want it to ever end. Thank you for this gem ❤️

Quotes:

“You only hurt bad people,” Lan Wangji informs him with perfect confidence. “They won’t be worried.”

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” the Yiling Patriarch says, ducking his head and smiling, but sounding sad for some reason. “If only everyone had the faith in me that you do.”

Lan Wangji frowns. Everyone should have faith in the Yiling Patriarch. The Yiling Patriarch is always fair, and that means his rules and the Lan rules can’t be that different. “Can I visit you again?”

The Yiling Patriarch beams at him so brightly that Lan Wangji’s breath catches. “Yes! Come visit me, Lan Zhan. But you have to wait until you’re grown, okay? For decency’s sake.” He laughs, and Lan Wangji isn’t sure why.

“When will I be grown?” Lan Wangji wants to be clear.

“Hmm.” The Yiling Patriarch looks skyward, rubbing his nose thoughtfully. “…Twenty? Let’s say twenty. Your uncle shouldn’t have too much of a qi deviation about that. How’s that sound?”

Lan Wangji frowns, but nods anyway. It’s a very long time, but he supposes that’s how all the Yiling Patriarch stories are. You can’t win anything worth having without fighting for it yourself. “I will be here.”

“I look forward to it, Lan Zhan,” the Yiling Patriarch, smiling and tugging gently at Lan Wangji’s hair one last time before sending him away to the other side of the barrier—to his brother and uncle.

————

It takes him a couple of hours, but he eventually finds the perfect victim. Said victim is innocently standing in a garden admiring the flowers, and has no idea what level of little brother nonsense is about to hit him. Poor thing.

“So, Xichen-ge, I hear your brother is planning to run away and marry the Yiling Patriarch,” Nie Huaisang casually declares. He’s always felt more comfortable hassling Lan Xichen than he has Lan Wangji, anyway. “What’s that about?”

Lan Xichen sighs and suddenly looks very tired. “It was cute when he was eight.”

Wow. Just wow. “How did he even meet the Yiling Patriarch when he was eight?”

Oh, that was a bad question, because Lan Xichen’s eyes just iced over like a Gusu winter. Nie Huaisang will just have to pry the details of that ugly story from someone else. “Never mind!” he cries. “It doesn’t matter. At least Senior Wei is nice.”

Lan Xichen frowns at him in confusion. “Senior Wei? Your father’s friend, Senior Wei?”

Oh good. At least Nie Huaisang isn’t the only one who didn’t know. “My father’s friend, Senior Wei, who is the Yiling Patriarch. Yes.”

He’s never seen Lan Xichen gape before. This is a shockingly exciting day in the Cloud Recesses.

T, 17.5k

Summary:

The Yiling Patriarch is a living legend—a terrifying, ancient force of nature, dispensing punishment or reward with implacable, indifferent fairness.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is a weird but oddly charming guy who wanders around the cultivation world making fun of people's art and mooching food from sect leaders.

It really upsets people to find out that they're the same person.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #fun fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices

What a beautiful story in a grandiose and different setting. I enjoyed everything about it - the pain and anguish as well as the hope and mending.

Wonderful prose and characters ❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Therapeutic for me!)

Quotes:

Wei Ying stares at the boy now standing awkwardly in the middle of the café.  It’s like looking through time into some kind of twisted mirror.

The kid holds his hands like he doesn’t know what to do with them – like he’s been deposited within a new set of limbs and has yet to figure out how to use them. He’s sixteen at most, though he looks to be younger. He’s skinny and horribly pale, pale as milk, his lips the same ghastly color as his face. There is eyeliner smeared over his eyes with an unsteady hand, but it isn’t enough to hide the crimson shade of his eyelids.

The boy might be the youngest necromancer Wei Ying’s ever seen.

He’s just a baby – he’s not even full grown yet, not even a single hint of stubble at his face. There’s a chance he might never grow beyond this slender, small frame. You can only dip your fingers into death so many times before it starts to dip its fingers into you – and Wei Ying can smell the death on this boy.

Wei Ying lets out a long, shaky breath. He sets his mocha down and wraps the fingers of his right hand over his left wrist – a grounding trick he learned from his therapist.

‘Hiya,’ says Wei Ying brightly. ‘Welcome to Yiling Gardens. What can I get you?’

————

‘Wei Ying,’ says Lan Zhan. ‘I do not have to stay.’

He lifts a hand towards Wei Ying, then hesitates. He closes his hand into a fist, flexes it once, and then folds his fist behind his back. The hem shifts, revealing the sword hanging low from his belt.

Wei Ying’s traitorous brain feeds him a reel of memories: Lan Zhan, angrily raining a flurry of blows down upon Wei Ying in the training ring; Lan Zhan, wiping sweat from his face as he takes a break between drills, pointedly ignoring Wei Ying’s chatter; Lan Zhan, turning with the gold medal in his hand, not quite smiling, but triumphant all the same as he seeks out Wei Ying’s face in the crowd.

Wei Ying feels something like heartbreak clutter up in his throat. He looks down at the scuff-marks on his old shoes. He thinks about mountain ranges. He thinks about a kitchen table where nobody eats with him.

He thinks about a hand on his wrist, about the drone of Sentinels pushing close and, come back to Gusu with me.

Wei Ying summons his last ounce of bravery and looks up at Lan Zhan. ‘I don’t want you to leave.’

‘Mn,’ nods Lan Zhan. ‘I will not.’ His gaze flashes up towards the menu on the chalkboard. ‘I would like a matcha latte please. With soy milk. It is not a seasonal special,’ he adds, with an apologetic tilt of his head that is Lan Zhan’s equivalent of a shrug.

‘Okay,’ says Wei Ying.

He taps matcha powder into a mug and measures hot water into it with a few presses of a button on the coffee machine. I should say sorry, he thinks. He pulls the carton of soy milk out of the fridge and pours it into a cold pitcher. I should ask him how he’s been, he thinks. He froths the milk and taps out the bubbles. I should thank him for Burial Mounds, he thinks. He pours milk into the mug, forming a delicate fern leaf at the top.

‘Soy matcha latte,’ says Wei Ying as he hands the drink over, instead of sorry or are you well or thank you for not handing me over to Inquisition thirteen years ago.

Lan Zhan cups the mug in one long-fingered hand, while he keeps the other clasped behind his back. ‘Thank you,’ he says, and then, with a strange, wondering tone: ‘You used my favorite brand of soy milk.’

Wei Ying hates his magpie tendencies. It’s embarrassing, the way he collects facets of the people he loves, the people who once loved him, as though they could ever prevent people from leaving him.

Not Rated, 113k

Summary:

Wei Ying gave up necromancy years ago. He should be done with hauntings, but here in his café, here in this quiet city at the edge of the world, there stands a ghost dressed in mourning white with eyes like warm honey at the bottom of the pot.

(The one where it's a café AU - only it's not.)

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #long fic #multiple povs

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Hello!

Sorry for the long delay in posting here. It’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad month work-wise. It still is… but all these wonderful WangXian fics do lighten my mood and sometimes even feel therapeutic.

I hope all is well in your worlds and I am recommencing posting starting today! 😊

Be well ❤️

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Blood Bound by Dreaming_Days

Enjoyed the story and liked the author’s notes - LZ does have no chill! But that’s why we love him! ❤️

(Has LX chapter 2 and LZ chapter 3)

Quotes:

“What, you want me to swear to secrecy?”

“No need. I will ensure it.” Lan Xichen withdrew a talisman, a complex one known only within the Lan Clan to bind inhabitants of a room to secrecy. It had been used to help conceal their true nature for centuries. He sent a tendril of energy into the talisman and, just as he was about to activate it, someone entered the room. He paused, glancing over at the new entry.

It was a young man carrying a tea tray. He was somewhat short and slender. As he came further into the room, his features came into clearer view. Dark brown hair simply styled into a half-bun. Large, dark eyes surrounded by gently curling lashes. Delicate features that made him a rival in beauty to any of the ladies outside. 

Lan Xichen caught himself staring and looked away.

————

Lulled by the scent and by the sound of Wei Wuxian’s voice, his eyes started to stray to Wei Wuxian’s neck. That slender neck that was exposed every time Wei Wuxian threw his head back in laughter.  

Wei Wuxian didn’t make things any easier, calling out his name whenever they crossed paths and seeking him out several times a day. 

He found himself grateful for A-Yuan’s presence, as it often served as a buffer to keep Lan Wangji from thinking too long about things he shouldn’t ponder.

He wouldn’t fall for temptation, he told himself, ignoring the fact that the declaration became increasingly desperate as the weeks wore on.

Even as he spent more time with Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian moved ever closer, he mercilessly quashed the stubborn feelings. 

But they remained despite his best efforts. Not only that, they grew. 

M, 14k (Link at bottom)

Summary:

The Lan Sect had a secret.

It wasn’t a very well-kept secret. Whispers of the truth snaked through the cultivation world, never confirmed but ever-present. Their only proof was in the strangeness of the main family line in the Lan Clan. Their unnatural stillness. Their fluid movements, akin to those of a predator. Their oddly cold, pale skin. The faint tint of red in their eyes when the light hit them at a certain angle. And, more than anything, the strict solitude of the Lan Clan. They rarely left the confines of the Cloud Recesses and the careful distance feuled the rumors.

Within the Lan Sect itself, however, the truth was known. Disciples that joined learned the history of the sect and, with it, the truth.

The Lan Clan was descended from a long line of vampires.

—-

Or, the members of the Lan Clan are vampires who take a single human partner to be their source of blood. Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji are reluctant to take a human partner after seeing the tragedy of their parents. But, fate has different plans in store.

@hqfanaticism

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #vampire au

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

🐍 don't want none unless you got 🐇 by Lisa_Telramor

Awwww so cute! Loved the relationship build-up ❤️
Also JC, NH and WN perfect supporting characters!

Quotes:

“It’d be nice if people remembered that the world doesn’t end with Beethoven and Tchaikovsky, right?” Wei Ying said.

“Mm.” Lan Zhan’s scowl softened slightly.  For a second he almost looked like he tolerated Wei Ying’s presence. And then the moment passed and he was back to frowning in Wei Ying’s direction.

Lovely.

“Choose one of the composers by Friday,” Lan Zhan said. “Then we can meet here on Saturday to decide on a piece of music and perhaps start learning it.”

“That works I guess.” He still wasn’t happy with the whole setup, but since Lan Zhan didn’t look like he’d back down and let Wei Ying chip in more, Wei Ying could at least try to hold up his end of things. Maybe if he did a good job, Lan Zhan would stop looking at him like he committed some kind of crime in front of him. “What time, or maybe give me your cell phone number?”

“Nine,” Lan Zhan said.

Okay. No number. “Nine at night?”

“Nine in the morning.”

“On a Saturday?” Wei Ying asked, aghast.

“Is that a problem?” Lan Zhan asked coldly, like if it was a problem, he’d make a worse one.

————

And speaking of group projects, he was fairly certain the current one was punishment by the unfeeling universe for some incidental sleight. His partner was brash, loud, sloppy, and apparently a hater of rabbits. That last item made him an enemy by default.

Unfortunately, Wei Ying didn’t seem to be picking up on Lan Zhan’s animosity, because he greeted Lan Zhan with a grin and a wave when they met up to continue their work on the project.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying said too loudly, a bounce in his step. “Hey, how’s your week going? Did you do well on the quiz? I’m surprised I didn’t miss any questions since I kind of had to skim the reading…”

Another strike. If Wei Ying couldn’t bother to do required readings, Lan Zhan didn’t hold much hope in him being actually useful for the report. Well, Lan Zhan was intending to do the bulk of the work regardless. So long as Wei Ying could speak on their topic for the presentation and play whichever piece of music he chose, Lan Zhan would be satisfied.

T, 19k

Summary:

Wei Ying wanted to make a great first impression on the Hot Library Guy when they got assigned a project together. Unfortunately, Lan Zhan missed the innuendo of Wei Ying's shirt entirely.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #multiple povs

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

the fire and the forest by androids_fighting93

Sad, heart-breaking but also warm and endearing. ❤️

Quotes:

He could just kill them all. It wouldn’t be hard. He would burn down the world for Lan Zhan, who was his zhiji, who fought thirty-three men for him. He did not know this about himself until now, but he knows that it’s true. The only thing that gives him pause, that breaks through the haze of resentment, is that Lan Zhan and A-Yuan will die if he gets himself killed here. That’s assuming the resentment would let him die again even if he tried — he doesn’t care to test that theory.

————

He only means to check on A-Yuan, not to wake him, but the boy stirs the moment that Wei Wuxian approaches, sitting halfway up in his bed. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, and mumbles, “Hi, Baba.”

Wei Wuxian’s breath catches, and for a moment he thinks that he’ll burst into tears again. Baba. 

A-Yuan can’t call him that. 

Oh, Wei Wuxian had joked about it — this is my son! I birthed him myself! — but he knew it wasn’t real, a game except when it wasn’t, except for how sometimes he wished that he was the kind of person who could be a father. It made the Burial Mounds feel a little less like a tomb and a little more like a home. Like he was building something good there, something permanent. He’d only ever wanted to build something good.

T, 15k

Summary:

He wants to take Lan Zhan far away from here, somewhere no one can ever touch him again. Kidnap him, he supposes; that’s what he is now, on top of all the rest. A kidnapper.

-

Wei Wuxian doesn't die in the siege.

@androidsfighting

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Under Your Hat by NebulusCharlie

The atmosphere was intense! Loved it! ❤️

Quotes:

So hellbent on whatever conclusion he's reached, already having made up his mind about Wei Ying, that Lan Zhan refuses to believe anything else, and certainly not the truth.

"I know how much work goes into making a hat. I do not think you are capable." 

There.

It is out in the open.

"Wow, so judgy, Gege." Wei Ying stands up. "I could ask you to leave. I don't have to make your hat."

Lan Zhan stands up too, and stalks forward.

Wei Ying’s feet remain where they are, and he does not budge an inch, facing him head on.

"Mn. You don't have to," Lan Zhan agrees. The thought that he might be rejected causes a frisson to travel up his spine. "But you have already decided, haven't you?" His breath refuses to enter his lungs until he receives an answer. 

Wei Ying’s eyes take a slow, measured trip, studying him back from his feet, all the way up his long body, taking in the breadth of his shoulders and chest, and finally come to rest upon his beautiful face.

For all his rudeness, Lan Zhan is a puzzle box, and Wei Ying’s fingers are already itching to open him up. But there's no reason to make this easy for him.

"Why don't I prove it to you?" Wei Ying says.

————

Today is the day that Lan Zhan has to stop pretending that he feels nothing for him, this firework of a man, who only has to breathe in his direction to get Lan Zhan all hot and bothered. 

He still has to get used to the feeling, because Lan Zhan hadn't expected to feel anything like this. Not for anyone, not this fast, and certainly not this deeply. 

It's like free falling out of a plane without a parachute.

This untetheredness is definitely something new, and Lan Zhan wants to cradle this feeling like a fluffy yellow chick to his chest, needing to protect it like the fragile baby that it is. By saying it out loud, by giving it a name, he's exposing his feelings to others, and he's not sure if he's ready for that so soon.

Not Rated, 15k

Summary:

Lan Zhan needs a hat, and his brother has recommended one particular shop in Soho...

#wangxian #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #hat maker wy

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Players gonna play by Scrippio

Absolutely loved this story! It made me laugh out loud many times and was a joy to read 🥰❤️

Also lots of in-depth storylines for the other characters as well!

Quotes:

Wei Ying goes through his pockets and tries to figure out if he has anything that he can pick the lock with. You know, if he could remember how to pick a lock.

He’s only managed to do it successfully the once, so it might have been a fluke, now that he thinks about it. Maybe he’s never successfully picked a lock, maybe he just brute-force opened it after a few weeks of messing with it.

“Can I help you?” someone says, behind Wei Ying.

And just when Wei Ying was going to see if brute force would work in this instance as well. Again, classic.

Wei Ying pastes a smile on his face and spins around.

He almost spins right back around because Jesus Christ, that is an attractive man. And Wei Ying is a raccoon gremlin trying to break into a fucking closet. Fuck.

Wei Ying forces his smile wider.

“I’m Wei Ying? The new director for the theater club? I’m supposed to be meeting with them soon and I wanted to get a better feel for the space?” Wei Ying says.

He swears, he’s not trying to ask questions, but he’s been thrown solidly off his game and now everything out of his mouth sounds like a valley girl impression.

————

“So,” Xichen says, once Lan Zhan sets out the tea.

And then he waits.

Classic mistake.

If he thinks Lan Zhan is going to pick the topic of conversation, they can just go ahead and sit in silence. Lan Zhan loves silence and he’s getting less and less of it as Wei Ying has started popping up with alarming regularity.

There’s no stopping him now that he knows where Lan Zhan’s desk is, and he’s just as likely to be in the dining hall or the library. Lan Zhan doesn’t know how Wei Ying keeps gaining access to all of these places without a campus id.

Not that Lan Zhan…it’s just that—he—there’s never any warning of where Wei Ying is going to be, so Lan Zhan has to be ready to be ambushed at any given moment. He’s so tense all day that his entire body hurts by the time he gets home.

T, 68.5k

Summary:

In which the Gusu University theater club is looking for a new beginning, starting with a new faculty advisor (Lan Zhan) and a new director (Wei Ying).

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #college setting

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

if you really want me (move slow) by sunflowersfield

This is such a sweet story of a beautiful relationship ❤️🥰

Quotes:

Against his better judgment, Lan Zhan’s brain begins to form a hypothesis. To spin a web that is significantly more detailed than the situation warrants. To create a universe that does not, in any way, exist. 

And the feelings—

Dread: because he has been here before and knows how it ends. 

Embarrassment: because attention from someone as beautiful as Wei Ying is a tiny bit alarming. 

Pride: because attention from someone as beautiful as Wei Ying is also a tiny bit flattering. 

G, 1200

Summary:

This cannot mean what he thinks it means. 

Wei Ying is probably dating someone. No, he is probably married. Lan Zhan will surely meet his wife the next time they spend time together, and then he will have to erase all of the scenarios he has created in his mind. Then he will have to forgive himself for the ridiculous conclusions he has jumped to.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #adorable LZ

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

How to Survive a Drowning by HighFailureFrivolity

Awwww sweet! 🥰

Quotes:

However, there was one person he'd yet to draw a smile from. The Handsome Stranger took a few more minutes to browse, but soon enough he was headed toward the counter, two books in hand. One was a book that Ying ordered with the Handsome Stranger in mind, knowing he looked for ceramics books often. He'd once let his mind wonder a little too far imagining the man's hands at work with clay. The other was the second book in a series that he'd bought the first to a couple weeks ago. It was outside the norm of what Handsome Stranger usually read, and not a series that Ying had particularly liked, but taste was taste and all that.

"Did you enjoy the first one?" Ying asked on reflex. General conversation starters had never worked with this customer and Ying wasn't surprised or offended when he only received a noncommittal hum in response.

As always, he was handed cash for the purchases and he gave back the change. As always, the man gave Ying a small nod before collecting his purchases and making his way out the door. As always, Ying was left befuddled.

————

"We've never spoken." Only half true. Zhan had hardly ever spoken. Ying had tried numerous times to start a conversation. Ying, who had visitors often, could chat easily with anyone who entered as far as Zhan could tell. Beautiful, friendly, intelligent, self-assured, kind. Zhan had made a study of the man over the year. He'd also made a mistake, however. He should have grabbed at one of Ying's conversation starters months back, before his ridiculous crush on the man made him flustered every time he saw him.

"You haven't spoken... ever?" Huan had stopped his wheel and was looking for a spare string to remove his piece from the plate. "You've been going for over a year now and you don't know him to talk to? Do you even know his name?"

T, 11k

Summary:

Wei Ying has been watching the Handsome Stranger in his book shop for almost a year now. The Handsome Stranger never talks to him, no matter how often Ying tries to strike up a conversation. Then, finally, he does speak.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Down comes the night by danegen

What a great case fic and premise. Very different than other stories I have read in this fandom. Enjoyed the mystery and relationship development. ❤️❤️🥰

Quotes:

As they walk back to the cart, Wei Wuxian takes a flask from his robe, drinks from it as messily as usual, then offers it to Lan Wangji.

“No, thank you.”

“It’s only water,” Wei Wuxian says, grinning.

“I’m fine.”

Wei Wuxian shrugs and puts the flask away. “Are there rules against sharing a flask, too?”

“That would be unnecessary.” He would not wish to drink from the same flask as his brother, much less a veritable stranger.

Wei Wuxian snorts a laugh. He doesn’t seem capable of taking offense. “How many rules does your sect have?”

“Three thousand.”

Wei Wuxian stops walking to stare at him, wet mouth gaping. “Three thousand?”

“Yes.” He lifts his chin, prepared to defend his sect, but Wei Wuxian seems too shocked for insolence.

“Do you have them all memorized?”

“Yes. All disciples must memorize them.”

“Or what?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happens to them if they don’t memorize all those rules?”

Lan Wangji frowns, confused. “They work until they do. Young disciples copy the principles as part of their lessons.”

Wei Wuxian continues to look perplexed. “But when do you have time to learn actual useful stuff if you’re spending all that time memorizing rules?”

Lan Wangji clenches his jaw and continues walking. “The rules are ‘useful.’”

————

They watch the rain and sip the tea in something like companionable silence. Then Wei Wuxian sighs and stretches out his legs. “Sorry if I’ve been . . . difficult. I’ve always hated being cooped up.”

Lan Wangji could joke that Wei Wuxian is always difficult, but Wei Wuxian’s statement feels like a confession, like he is admitting to a vulnerability—quite unlike his usual arrogance. It seems to warrant a similar admission. “I dislike crowded spaces.”

Wei Wuxian snorts. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” But his elbow bumps Lan Wangji’s arm to relieve the sting. Such a simple gesture of camaraderie. Lan Wangji could not match it with every word in his vocabulary. He considers bumping back, but he hesitates too long. To do so now would be too awkward.

————

Do you have anybody out there? he wants to ask. Not Wei Wuxian’s mother. Not his shige, if Lan Wangji interpreted last night’s events correctly. Wei Wuxian’s theory—and Lan Wangji has seen no evidence otherwise—is that the creatures can only take the form of those who’ve died. If the blindfolded man was Baoshan’s other disciple, then it’s possible that the only person Wei Wuxian has left is his shifu.

Wei Wuxian is talking about something, but Lan Wangji cannot focus on the words. Let it be me, he thinks as he watches Wei Wuxian, painted gold by the sunlight. Let me be the one who cares for you, here and now, out there and ever after.

The dizi taps his shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Handsome-gege?”

E, 67k

Summary:

Lan Wangji walks forward, extending his senses for some sign of the magic confining them. But there is nothing. One moment, he is walking away from the village. The next, Wei Wuxian stands in the road ahead of him, the dizi tracing lazy arcs in the air.

He stops and looks behind him. The view has not changed. He stands there, helpless. Baffled. Like a koi circling a pond, eternally struggling to go nowhere.

“Messes with your head, doesn’t it?”

He turns to Wei Wuxian, who regards him calmly, almost pityingly. Wei Wuxian has endured this for months. Months. Lan Wangji wants to scream. He wants to batter down this cage and fly away without looking back.

—

Or while returning from a night hunt, Lan Wangji is trapped in a strange village that is terrorized by monsters. However, an intriguing cultivator named Wei Wuxian is also trapped there, so it isn't all bad. And guess what? They have to be roommates.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #alternate au with cultivation #rogue cultivator wy #case fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

there is no limited dimensions by Stratisphyre

This story was amazing! I read it on a global flight on my phone (therefore couldn’t leave comments as I went). Absolutely will reread this gem of a story again and leave comments. I loved it!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

“Regardless of your opinion of the value of such ‘things,’” Lan Wangji repeated coolly, “They must be decommissioned effective stardate 89338.66.”

“Tomorrow,” Wei Wuxian said, “Tomorrow?!” He cast a frantic look around the labs he’d been using, undisturbed, for nearly three years. “How am I supposed to get everything out of here by tomorrow?”

Lan Wangji blinked. “You are not. Having made use of Starfleet equipment and resources, everything is to remain in place pending review and proper decommissioning procedures.”

Wei Wuxian’s mouth dropped open. “I think I hate you a little.”

“Such sentiments are endemic of species who rely on emotion over logic,” Lan Wangji stated. “I hope it will not negatively impact our ability to coexist on the same station.”

“I’d say I’m feeling pretty negative about your existence right now,” Wei Wuxian replied.

“Unfortunate but irrelevant,” Lan Wangji said. He noted a few things down in his datapad. “I shall return to begin the decommissioning process at 0515.”

————

Ensign Su scoffed. “‘Mr. Wei,’” he repeated. “I hear he spent the morning with you. You know it’s obvious to everyone that all he wants is extra lab time.” The operations officer laughed and shook his head. “That Wei Wuxian, always playing an angle.” He leaned into Lan Wangji’s space to whisper in his ear. “You know, he’ll call anyone ‘friend’ if it means getting a handout. I mean, look at how he took over the labs. Everyone on the station knows that he spreads his legs for Captain Nie.”

“Speculating about the personal relationship of your superior officer is the height of unprofessionalism,” Lan Wangji stated. He glanced sidelong at Ensign Su. “According to your personnel file, you have been demoted based on similar such conduct in the past.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” Ensign Su said. With a smirk, he pulled back. “Good luck with that one, Lieutenant.”

M, 104k

Summary:

Wei Wuxian whistled. "Wow, Captain, you’re probably glad you managed to deal with that before the new stuffed shirts from Starfleet arrived."

Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh which practically shook the station. Whoever said the only emotion Klingons knew how to emote was anger clearly had never seen one of them irritated. Wei Wuxian had a lot of firsthand experience with it.

Nie Mingjue straightened and turned to the Vulcans standing alongside Wei Wuxian. "Command Lan, Lieutenant Commander Lan. Welcome to Baxia Station."

Oh.

"Are you Lieutenant Commander Lan or Commander Lan?" Wei Wuxian asked the painfully beautiful and definitely annoyed Vulcan beside him.

The question earned him a cutting glare. "Lieutenant Commander Lan Wangji."

Well, that had to count for something, right?

 —

Lieutenant Commander Lan Wangji joins Baxia Station as Head Science Officer. Of all the things he anticipates upon accepting the commission, Wei Wuxian is not among them

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #star trek fusion #long fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Punishment! In the Name of the Moon by ItachiShipsIt

Cute!! ❤️🥰

Quotes:

Wei Wuxian was running out of time. Half of it had been spent flirting desperately to try and set up an opening just for him to either chicken out or for Lan Wangji to get swept away. It was getting pathetic. He couldn’t just do it all again another week!

T, 6k

Summary:

Wei Wuxian can’t bring himself to ask out his crush, Lan Wangji. A threat from Nie Huaisang motivates him to take action, but he only has until Halloween—his birthday. He just needs to make sure his plan works.

Or: Wangxian attend school dressed as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo mask.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #college au

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Day 11: Courting!Xian by UseMyMuse

LOTR - you got me! Soo cute!

Quotes:

He walked amongst the regal looking 'towns folk' until he came across the most striking avatar he had ever seen. He remembered somewhere back in the tutorial that it mentioned that almost all NPCs were marriageable with special scenes with a few select NPCs who were meant to be marriage candidates had extra romance scenes and after wedding scenes. 

This game really appealed to his every interest and he couldn't fathom how it wasn't more popular. 

Wei Ying sauntered up to the beautiful looking NPC who was sitting on a bench under a Wisteria tree reading a book. He had never seen this emote before, so there was no reason to believe that this gorgeous elf with the most stunning outfit,  was anything but an NPC.

G, 844

Summary:

In which Wei Wuxian is courting an NPC for those sweet marriage scenes, only to find out said NPC is another player.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #short fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

The tea to my heart by blackmorphos

What a soft, sweet story. I really loved the emotions and pacing - adorable! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

Early next Saturday morning, the brothers were at work in the bakery, enjoying the calm, quiet time together after a busy week. Lan Zhan was focused on shaping long ears out of pink dough and placing them on his rabbit-shaped buns, a Saturday only special that was very popular with children. 

In the back of his mind, he was running through a new melody that had come to him. He also hadn’t been able to get the young man from last week out of his thoughts, remembering his restlessness, how he talked too much, and his bright blazing smile. Lan Zhan did not receive smiles like that very often unless it was to flatter him, or chat him up, both of which he detested. He had honed his cold stare put-down into an art form. But that man’s smiles had been charming and natural, not at all calculated and false.

————

Lan Zhan resumed his work in the kitchen, pointedly ignoring Lan Xichen’s amused glances. Casual conversation was difficult for him, but Wei Ying didn’t seem to mind his silences. That man could talk enough for both of them in any case, he mused. Sometime later, he heard Wei Ying call, “your payment is on the counter,” and then the bell as he departed.

Left behind was a delicate sketch of two rabbits with angel wings. He picked it up and smiled. Then he noticed that there was something on the back as well. 

Written in a messy scrawl was:  

‘Elm Street Community gardens, 58 Elm Street. We are there every Saturday from 1 - 4pm, mostly - (if it’s raining, don’t bother). Come along sometime. Only if you want to. WY’

T, 84k

Summary:

A tray being placed onto the table in front of him startled Wei Ying’s attention away from his phone. He looked up with a smile before seeing what the man had brought him.

“You will have tea,” the man said in a low deep voice that brooked no argument.

By the time that had filtered into his brain the guy had already walked away and disappeared out the back. Wei Ying looked down. No coffee, but there was a blue teapot with a small matching cup and a plate with a steam bun on it. Wei Ying blinked stupidly at it for a few moments before deciding it wasn’t worth arguing with the scarily intense man over it, and reached for the bun. It looked so inviting, and it was still warm. Biting into it Wei Ying then realised just how hungry he was, and within seconds the bun had been devoured. It was the best thing he had ever tasted.

—

A sleep deprived Wei Ying stumbles into a tea shop, meets an impossibly beautiful man, and is served a cup of tea that changes his life in more ways than he could have possibly expected.

A modern day meet cute with heaps of Wangxian fluff, mutual pining, and A-Yuan adorableness galore!

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #meet cute #endearing and sweet

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Wei Ying's Ten-Step Plan to Make Lan Zhan Realize He's In Love With Me by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits)

Soooo adorable! 🥰

Quotes:

Step Six is extremely crucial to his final goal because, in this step, Wei Ying is going to show Lan Zhan that he is responsible and can provide for his maybe-one-day-potential boyfriend.

This is especially tricky because Lan Zhan is actually the most prepared person in the entire world and never needs any help with anything, seeming to have extras of nearly everything and at least two backup plans in case something doesn’t go the way it was supposed to the first time. He even carries an extra pair of socks in his backpack. And another pair in his locker in case Wei Ying needs one!

T, 7k

Summary:

Wei Ying has a foolproof ten step plan to win Lan Zhan’s heart. The next step: get a bicycle so he can take Lan Zhan on romantic, scenic bike rides.

Wei Ying has it all planned out perfectly. Get the bike, and get the boy. There’s no way this could go wrong.

-

Xiantober Day 7 - Biker!Xian except here Wei Ying is a high schooler who gets a bicycle so he can woo Lan Zhan by giving him rides home.

@gentil-minou

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #high school au