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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Hiya, I'm 👀👀 at the April prompt of "no I'm not dating your brother" and I can't decide if it's funnier for NHS misunderstanding lwj and NMJ or lwj misunderstanding LXC and NHS, no pressure tho it just amused me (it's Rab the anon btw I don't remember if I've sent any asks not anonymously)
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Answering both @rabb-tch and @fortune-maiden with their April prompts for this one. Both of them together just got my brain turning so, enjoy!
Humour, Rated G, ~1.3k, LWJ/NHS
“For the last time! No, I’m not dating your brother!” says Nie Huaisang, throwing his arms up in the air. “That text to the group chat was a prank! A dare by Wei Wuxian!”
“Oh.” says Lan Huan
“Wha-” Nie Huaisang reels back, “Why do you sound disappointed, Huan-ge.”
“Well…” he laughs sheepishly. “I suppose I was perhaps prematurely excited. With all the things Lan Zhan has said about-” he stops.
Nie Huaisang narrows his eyes. “What things?”
“O-oh just some trivialities. It doesn’t matter,” Lan Huan replies, avoiding his gaze.
“Spill it, Er-ge.”
“It truly is nothing, Huaisang. Just-”
“Lan Huan, you tell me what you know!”
“Nothing! I don’t know anything!”
Nie Huaisang growls, “That’s my line.”
“Jin Guangyao,” Mingjue says placidly from across the table. “Do correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought we were here to have tea, not to sit in on an interrogation.” 
The man smiles and lifts his cup. “I thought so too, Da-ge. Though I’m not opposed to being treated to tea and a show.” 
“Who says this is free!” Nie Huaisang snaps. “If Er-ge refuses to say anything, I’ll be starting in on you two!” 
Lan Huan throws them both an imploring look, though whether he’s asking them for a rescue or to flee and save themselves, Mingjue does not know. 
Either way, Huaisang was his family’s child, so Mingjue should probably speak up before he sprains something.
“Sit down, you’re going to trip.” He pulls his brother down into the seat next to him. “And where have your manners gone? Lan Huan is older than you.”
“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang rounds on him, indignant. “He-!”
“I don’t care,” says Mingjue with a glare. “Treat him with respect.” 
His didi turns his head mulishly away. 
“Nie Huaisang.”
“Fine! I’m sorry or whatever!” 
Mingjue is just about ready to drag him out of his chair by his ear then, but Lan Huan just laughs hesitantly. 
“It’s alright, Da-ge. I know he was just excited.”
Give Nie Huaisang an inch and he’ll take a mile. Smelling blood in the water, he closes in.
“Huan-ge, I am sorry,” he casts his eyes downwards. “It’s just… Things between A-Zhan and I have been…”
Lan Huan has always been soft towards Huaisang, but Mingjue can’t help but roll his eyes at how quickly he folds.
“Oh, A-Sang, you know how he gets. Maybe just give him some space. He probably needs to just think things over for a moment.”
“But what if it’s not just him thinking things over? What if…” Nie Huaisang’s eyes go big and dewy. “What if he thinks it through and decides he doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore?”
“Now, what could you do that would make him think that? You’ve both been friends since before you could walk!”
Nie Huaisang sniffles. “I don’t know. Maybe he just realised that he doesn’t want to deal with how useless I am at everything anymore.”
“Huaisang! You know you shouldn’t talk like that about yourself!” Lan Huan chides. “You may not be as skilled as other people in some things, but has A-Zhan ever complained about that before?”
“N- No, I guess he hasn’t.”
“Good, because I would have been disappointed to find out that my didi was the type of person who would denigrate anyone for being weaker than him.”
“He’s not!” Nie Huaisang cries out. “He would never!”
“Yes, I know,” Lan Huan smiles. “A-Zhan is a good man.”
“He is! I pulled an all-nighter once trying to get the inking done on a uni assignment piece, but I fell asleep on my desk. And when I woke up, A-Zhan had finished the inking for me and made me breakfast!”
“Oh! What a kind thing to do! He must have seen you working so hard and wanted to help.”
“Yes! He’s always helping me! And it’s not just me either. We went out to eat once, and at the barbecue stall, someone was being rude to the grill auntie and didn’t want to pay. A-Zhan stopped him before he could get violent and made sure that the man gave her the money he owed.”
“He has always been very responsible. Even when he was a small child.”
“Right? I was always so annoyed! He would never let me do anything that was against the rules, and he always told on Wei Ying and me at school.” Nie Huaisang sighs, a smile on his face. “But that’s just who he is. Stupidly noble. That guy at the barbecue stall was twice as big as him.” 
Lan Huan nods. “A-Zhan has a big heart.”
“He does,” Nie Huaisang rests his head on his palms, staring into the distance. Mingjue turns to see what he is looking at and sees nothing more interesting than their kitchen wall. “You know, once he held an umbrella over a stray cat for two hours because it wouldn’t let him take it inside, but it was also raining really hard and he didn’t want it to get sick and die.”
Holding an umbrella over a stray cat? Are they in an anime?
Mingjue wonders if all young people live like this or if his and Lan Huan’s younger brothers are just odd. He would ask Jin Guangyao, but as the younger brother himself, Mingjue thinks he would likely lack perspective.
See? Look at him smiling like sheltering stray cats from the rain and taking righteous stands against thugs were perfectly normal events to have occurred. 
“He sounds like a very kind person,” says Jin Guangyao, sipping his tea.
“He is, San-ge!” Huaisang nods. “Super kind! Stupidly kind! He won’t even-” He bites down on his lip. “When I get too close, or get too touchy, he doesn’t even have the heart to push me away. Even though I’m trampling all over his boundaries.”
Nie Huaisang smiles, but the expression is sad with his eyes downcast.
“He’s just too nice.”
Lan Huan looks at him consideringly for a moment before chuckling gently. “You know, A-Sang. A-Zhan doesn’t let me hug him much. Only on special days.” 
“Huh?” Nie Huaisang lifts his head. “But he loves you so much, he-”
“I know,” Lan Huan smiles, “and the fact that he loves me very much doesn’t change the fact that he prefers not to be touched most of the time. It’s alright because I like expressing love in other ways too, but it’s different with you, isn’t it?”
Nie Huaisang had always showered the people he loves with affectionate touches. An arm around their shoulders, tugs on their hands, nuzzles to the cheek. Mingjue and Lan Huan had worried initially that he would be too overwhelming for the reserved Lan Zhan, but they were both proved wrong very quickly. 
“He lets you touch him, and not just because he’s being kind to you,” says Lan Huan. “It’s your way of communicating, and he wants to talk to you too.”
“That… That…” Nie Huaisang’s eyes start to get wide.
“Have you been listening to him, A-Sang?” Lan Huan leans in, voice gentle.”What has he been trying to tell you?”
“I…” Nie Huaisang visibly flounders for a moment before something seems to settle within him. He firms up his shoulders and stands abruptly. “I have to go right now.”
“Mm!” Lan Huan pats his arm encouragingly. “Good luck, A-Sang!”
“Thanks, Er-ge!” 
Mingjue waits until the sound of the front door slamming shut fades away, and then he claps his hands at Lan Huan.
“Very well done.”
The man smiles and lifts his cup. “A-Sang is so adorable.” He takes a sip and his expression stiffens at the now stone cold tea. 
“It’s always a pleasure to see you both at work,” says Jin Guangyao. “But it’s scary also. You’re scary, Er-ge.”
“You should’ve seen how Da-ge did with A-Zhan,” Lan Huan replies. “Now that was a master at work.” 
“Oh, it wasn’t all that. Huaisang is a brat, but Lan Zhan is a good boy. I had to ask Jin Zixuan for some tips.” 
“Haha, I see.” 
Jin Guangyao lifts his cup, then pauses. 
“Wait, what?”
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: Planetarium program presenters Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang!!
He's the resident astronomer at a science museum and he is passionate about science education. The thing is, the higher ups don't think he has quite the right demeanour for presenting.
And the thing is, they're not wrong? Wangji is great at one on one interactions. Amazing at it. The kids love him because he takes every single question seriously and explains everything super clearly. But... audiences prefer more exuberant and bubbly presenters.
Enter Nie Huaisang!
He's a performance major at a local university, applying for a part time job. He's great at audience engagement, getting everyone invested and interacting.
So at first, Wangji writes the material and Huaisang delivers the script for the shows. Except Wangji has a bit of trouble letting go of control over this project, so he's sitting in the booth, pressing the buttons for the projection.
And it works out well! Huaisang reads the script naturally, asking him about the science occasionally to confirm something or other before the show starts so he can ad-lib a bit if a kid asks him a question. Sometimes he even pulls in Wangji to answer questions that are a bit more complicated, introducing him as a "real-life space scientist!!"
But sometimes!! He goes off script in unexpected directions, and Wangji is 👀 at the accurate astronomical information he's spouting. They get to talking a bit in between shows and he finds out that Huaisang used to go camping a lot and his older brother had loved stargazing.
(His smile takes on a sad tinge then, and Wangji resolves to not ask about the brother.)
They get to know each other really well. The planetarium show booth is dark and it feels like a safe place to talk to each other about things they wouldn't in full light.
Wangji looks at Huaisang sometimes during the shows, watching the lights of the stars flicker over his face instead of the dome above them. He misses a couple of questions, absolutely entranced.
(Huaisang watches Wangji too sometimes, during the animated bits where he doesn't have to talk. He thinks Wangji's jawline is very unfair.)
Eventually their show becomes a dual presenter thing with Wangji and Huaisang playing off each other and the audience loves it!! The contrast between bubbly and serious makes for some pretty funny interactions.
They even get a limited run on a tv show, and doors open from there!
(They still come back to their original planetarium sometimes for date nights though, hehe)
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daily-wangsang · 2 years
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(ahem) Tiny sad de-aged Sangsang was adorable, but may I also propose tiny de-aged A-Zhan who loves and hates post-canon Huaisang all at once? He bites this cold strange annoying man on sight and just *radiates* ill intent at him, but when Huaisang understandably starts avoiding him, his tiny heart is like "wait... no... 🥺"
You are so big-brained!!
This took so long because I am swamped irl, but it also couldn't leave my brain so here's something I threw together while procrastinating work deadlines.
Apologies for the tenses ahahah this is rough af. I will fix it up when I get around to finishing it and putting it up on ao3.
De-aged Lan Wangji and Sect-Leader Nie, part 1/?
2.1k, Fluff, Angst
Nie Huaisang is a liar.
Well. Whoever it was calling himself ‘Nie Huaisang’ is anyway. Lan Zhan is still sceptical about whether he actually is or not. 
He knows the story of the woodcutter who had stopped to watch a weiqi game in an ancient forest, only to find that the handle of his axe had rotted away when he stood up to leave. 
But Lan Zhan had simply closed his eyes at Haishi and opened them at dawn like normal. As far as he knows, he hadn’t been foolish enough to overstay his welcome anywhere and became lost to time. 
It is very possible that the man using his friend’s name is lying to him for some nefarious purpose. After all, the Nie Huaisang that Lan Zhan knows says that he would “rather die than be a sect leader ever!”
That’s why, when the so-called Nie Huaisang had reached out to touch his shoulder that first day, Lan Zhan had used the only weapon he had on hand to launch a preemptive attack. 
It had taken the man’s guard almost a full shichen to first stop laughing and then pry Lan Zhan’s teeth off of his arm. 
Uncle would be proud of Lan Zhan’s strength of will. He managed to gain the upper hand in the negotiations without saying a single word.
As a result, he’d been left free and unbothered for most of the weeks that he has been staying in the Unclean Realm. Sect Leader Nie had only checked in with him once a day - usually for the evening meal - and otherwise left him to his own devices. 
Lan Zhan had debated making his own way home, perhaps hitching a ride on a wagon heading south, like the gallant heroes in the stories do when they need to get to someplace and their horses get stolen. But Uncle had told him to stay put if he finds himself in a strange place and wait for someone to come get him. 
And Lan Zhan knows that someone will come. He’d watched Sect Leader Nie write the letter and send it off with one of his birds. So all Lan Zhan needs to do is be patient and wait while staying on guard in case the fake Nie Huaisang reveals his evil intentions.
Because like Lan Zhan said, this Sect Leader Nie is a liar. He has everyone else tricked, but Lan Zhan knows better. Knows Nie Huaisang better.
It’s in his eyes, the split second before he smiles. 
Lan Zhan doesn’t really know why, but that look had made him feel… small. Like somehow Nie Huaisang was taking his measure, weighing him on a scale, and trying to decide whether Lan Zhan was worth his time. 
Nie Huaisang had never looked at him like that before. Nie Huaisang had always been warm, if a little skittish, when they met on sect visits. 
Lan Zhan hopes that he is alright, wherever they have hidden him away. He has already checked all the hiding spots Nie Huaisang had shown him. He’d even waited on the ledge inside that one tree hollow for a long time before Sect Leader Nie found him and brought him back.
He worries a little. Uncle says that the Nie sect are good people so Lan Zhan is sure that they wouldn’t have hurt Nie Huaisang. But there are things you can do to people that don't involve hurting them but will still make them very unhappy. Like with his A-Niang. He hopes Nie Huaisang isn’t locked away somewhere where no one can see him.
All the Nie disciples insist that Sect Leader Nie is who he says he is but what if they too are lying? Lying is forbidden, and even if it’s not a rule in the Unclean Realm, Nie Mingjue, the next sect-leader, had said that it is still bad and to never do it because people can get hurt. 
But this new Sect Leader Nie lies a lot. Lan Zhan doesn’t know why. He does it so easily, to almost everyone.
One of the hiding spots Nie Huaisang had shown him on a past visit is located in a hidden space behind a hanging tapestry in the sect leader’s office. Lan Zhan had watched through a little hole for almost a whole day as Sect Leader Nie conducted his business, sending off messages, writing missives. When an attendant had come into the office to offer him a meal, Sect Leader Nie had smiled and waved him off, saying that he had already eaten. But Lan Zhan had been watching the whole time and knew that to be a lie.
The man lies about so many odd things. 
He said to the delegate from the capital that the treats sent from the Emperor were delicious, even though Lan Zhan had seen him make a face at them and then offer Lan Zhan the whole box, untouched. 
He told his guards that he’d be retiring early when in fact he was still working past Haishi (Lan Zhan had fallen asleep watching him from the little alcove and woken up in his bed in the morning somehow). 
Sect Leader Nie had even said to a visiting sect-leader that he had fallen asleep in a sunbeam and that was why he had missed their meeting. 
(That one does seem like something Nie Huaisang would say though.)
Lan Zhan didn’t want to hear any of his lies, so he had ignored him on his evening meal visits, refusing to respond to his questions (talking during meals is forbidden anyway!).
Eventually, Sect Leader Nie stopped coming to mealtimes. By the end of Lan Zhan’s second week at Qinghe, Sect Leader Nie had stopped seeing him entirely. In fact, it seemed like he was actively avoiding all the places Lan Zhan could be, his routine deviating from the one Lan Zhan had observed in the week prior. 
It had left Lan Zhan somewhat at a loss. Though he could not write anything down using the paper and ink that had been left in his quarters without running the risk of giving himself away, Lan Zhan had been planning to compile a comprehensive report for his uncle when he gets back. Without opportunities to observe Sect Leader Nie, he feared that any potential strategies he draws up would be ineffective.
(And perhaps, he felt a little lonely eating by himself. Also maybe a little worried that the man wouldn’t be eating anything all day. The only times he reliably hadd a meal was if he was eating with Lan Zhan.)
So he had taken to trailing Sect Leader Nie, ducking behind trees and doorways and ensuring that he had his mark in his eyesight at all times
The attendants Sect Leader Nie had assigned to watch over him had given up corralling him rather quickly. Another mark against them. Nie Mingjue had said that true Nie sect disciples never give up.
Sect Leader Nie had given no signs of noticing him at all, even when Lan Zhan had clumsily tripped over a corner in his haste to not be spotted once. 
But that too had been a lie.
He had reacted with no surprise whatsoever when Lan Zhan’s stomach growled loudly in the middle of a long afternoon spent in the sect leader’s office, only pushing a fruit platter towards the edge of the table with an absent hand as his eyes remained on his letters. He’d clearly known that Lan Zhan was there hiding in the alcove all along!
Lan Zhan had almost refused to take any of the crisp apple slices out of principle, but his stomach had complained profusely at that decision and he was forced to appease it lest it embarass him further. 
Uncle was right. Worldly desires exist to betray you in the end.
Sect Leader Nie continued to share his food from the on and Lan Zhan continued to observe him. 
Sect Leader Nie had known about the alcove. Did Nie Huaisang tell him? He can’t have known on his own. Nie Huaisang said that it was a secret only for special people to know.
But what if Nie Huaisang hadn’t told him? 
What if… What if Sect Leader Nie hadn’t been lying?
Because come to think of it, the only person that has ever said that Lan Zhan and Nie Huaisang were friends, was Lan Zhan. He had assumed that they were close enough to be called that, even though they scarcely saw each other once, maybe twice a year.
Maybe it would be possible after all for a grown up version of Nie Huaisang to look at him so coldly. Lan Zhan could be assuming that they were friends all on his own while Nie Huaisang had only thought of him as someone to mind while the elders are busy. 
This sect leader likes painting too. He likes the same tea that Nie Huaisang likes to drink, nibbles his thumb just like Nie Huaisang does when he’s thinking. He prefers peach slices over osmanthus cakes, just like Nie Huaisang. 
If the sect leader isn’t lying, would it be alright for Lan Zhan to want to be friends again?
Sometimes, when Sect Leader Nie forgets Lan Zhan is there, he looks tired and sad, looking out of the window at the birds as if he wants to sprout wings and fly away too. Lan Zhan thinks he would make a very beautiful bird, big and green, but it would be sad too if he flew away. 
Lan Zhan thinks that if Sect Leader Nie wants, Lan Zhan could take him to see Cloud Recesses to meet uncle. Uncle says that if a problem is too big for Lan Zhan to solve, that Uncle would likely have better tools to help him solve it because he’s old. 
Sect Leader Nie is quite old himself, at least as old as Uncle is, but he doesn’t seem to be managing his problems very well. If he was friends with Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan bets that Uncle would help him. 
And then Lan Zhan can see if being old is what made Nie Huaisang cold, or if it’s because he has to solve so many problems all by himself, like Fuqin, who Uncle had said was “a complicated man with many problems to resolve”.
(And then Lan Zhan would be able to see Sect Leader Nie at mealtimes again, in silence still because they would be at Cloud Recesses, and watch him paint rabbits and birds, and then afterwards perhaps Lan Zhan could apologise about biting him at their first meeting.)
But only if Sect Leader Nie isn’t lying.
“I’ll be all the way at the back,” says the sect leader, eyes darting away to watch over the preparations. “My disciples are strong, I’m just accompanying them to save face.”
Lan Zhan frowns. Night hunts are still dangerous, and he had not once seen Sect Leader Nie on the training fields during his stay.
“I’ll bring you back something tasty,” says the man.
But Lan Zhan shakes his head. “Don’t go,” he says. “Send someone else. Someone stronger.”
“The disrespect,” Sect Leader Nie mutters. “I’m going, Hanguang-jun. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” He taps Lan Zhan’s forehead with his fan. “You’re not even a disciple of my sect.”
Lan Zhan bats the fan away. “Not Hanguang-jun," he says. He doesn't know who that is, doesn't like that Nie Huaisang is calling him by someone else's name. "A-Zhan.”
Sect Leader Nie sighs. “A-Zhan, then. What do you want exactly? Surely not to come along. You don’t even have a sword.”
A huff. He doesn’t. Uncle said he won’t get one until he is at least ten. Until then it was wooden practice ones only. 
“Then-” he bites down on his lip. “Then Nie Huaisang is not allowed to get hurt.”
Nie Huaisang blinks. “What?”
“Promise.”
“...Sure,” the man replies. “This sect leader promises. Would you like to draw up a contract?”
Lan Zhan scowls, arms crossed. He is not baby. He knows when he’s being made fun of. 
“Kidding, kidding, alright. I’ll do my best to come back in one piece, Lan-gongzi.” Nie Huaisang smiles. “Here, keep this as collateral,” he says, handing Lan Zhan his fan. “It’s one of my favourites, so don’t lose it.”
He nods solemnly. “I won’t. And Nie Huaisang will come back.”
“Mn, if you be good and eat well at mealtimes, I will.”
And then Lan Zhan sends him off at the gate, watching plumes of dust fly out from beneath his horse’s hooves. He watches the disciples leave until they could no longer be seen on the horizon. He is good and cleans his bowl for three whole days. 
But despite his promises, Nie Huaisang is a liar after all.
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: Genius Detective!Lan Wangji and Bumbling Detective!Nie Huaisang.
Or so people think!!
Half the time Huaisang trips over something and it ends up being vital to the case. The other half of the time he's chatting with the servants, kids, neighbours and gossiping.
Wangji is truly just along for the vibes and also because no one takes Huaisang seriously. Wangji is a lot more scary looking than Huaisang and has no qualms about tearing apart the perfect facade of suburban idyll to reveal that the golden child son is cheating on his wife with the neighbour aunty, in front of the entire family.
(Goddd just imagine those poirot style reveals but Lan Wangji instead, lmaooo i love this concept pls I need it)
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daily-wangsang · 9 months
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I updated this fic for WangSang week with the long requested LWJ pov! Filling the prompt High School AU for Day One!
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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oh, that post you rb'd about nie huaisang going nuts protecting someone he loves - nie huaisang protecting lan wangji when he gets hurt! lan zhan is injured somewhere and falls off his sword as soon as he arrives in qinghe because he feels that he's finally safe and nie huaisang immediately goes into WHO HURT YOU mode (also oh my god THEM)
YESSSSS
How terrifying would something have to be for Lan Wangji to be so injured. For him to choose to run for it rather than stay to fight.
Huaisang has so many thoughts and questions running through his head as soon as it happens, his eyes scanning up and down Lan Wangji's battered figure, cataloguing every injury he can see.
His mouth is already calling for help, shouting orders, voice breaking. But his head is clear and steady, listing possibilities and putting them in order of priority. He catalogues his own churning emotions too. There's fear there, plenty of it. But Huaisang recognises the familiar cold steel feeling of anger in his core.
How dare they.
He'll spend the next two days or so by Wangji's bedside, holding his hand. But he will be planning his next steps the entire time.
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daily-wangsang · 11 months
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I made this post and this post into a fic for diaspora May! I fleshed it out with a tonne of tree metaphors and diaspora feels. I'm really happy with how it turned out!
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Here's the fic! A Bonsai AU set in Australia! Enjoy!
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: WangSang as Rival Tattoo Artists
They own stores two doors down from each other and run it with their brothers (who have an absolutely non-competitive relationship, they're friends. It's only their little brothers who are Like This).
There were previously no tattoo shops on the street and both sets of brothers had scouted the location as an ideal spot, picking shops that are on either side of a little grocery store run by a lovely old woman who had gone "oh my how lovely" at the flowers on their arms.
(yes both of them have floral tattoos on their arms. Their aesthetic sense is similar and this only serves to fuel their pettiness.)
Huaisang asserts that he doesn't mind if other tattoo artists set up shop on their street. He's a good sport, and a good businessman. He's more than happy to share turfs.
No, his problem is that it's Lan Wangji in particular.
Lan Wangji also insists that were Nie Huaisang not constantly instigating conflict by Having Wrong Opinions, they would not have such a combative relationship.
The opinions in question? Apparently everything.
But mostly it's over their first subject of conversation.
"You're a brother team of tattoo artists? Us too! What style does your brother do?"
"He is flexible, but he prefers to draw traditional Chinese subject matter. His work is very good."
"Interesting! My brother too. Actually! He won a competition recently over it. Would you like to see? :)"
"...Older brother has also won a competition. Two, in fact."
"Wow! :) Two! How nice! :)"
It is unclear if they remember how it even started, but they sure will remember how it ends.
Mostly because their older brothers won't ever let them live down the time they found Huaisang and Wangji making out with angry fervour in a storage closet at a neighbourhood party.
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daily-wangsang · 2 years
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Childhood friends to lovers: OUT
Childhood ENEMIES to lovers: IN
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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height difference agenda back at it again: nhs sitting in lwj's lap so he towers over him, then he bends down to kiss him! lwj loves it, obviously
Wangji loves all of Nie Huaisang's kisses, of course. The absent-minded pecks he gives as he passes on busy days, the deep passionate kisses that melt Wangji's knees.
But he admits that he has a favourite.
Nie Huaisang in his arms, perched on his lap like he owns it, his hair a curtain between the two of them and the rest of the world.
Nie Huaisang looking down at him, his eyes hungry and calculating, a faint smile on his lips. The light catching on the fan of Nie Huaisang's lashes and gilding them gold.
He looks like a young god.
And when Wangji bares his neck and closes his eyes, it feels like a worship. To be enfolded in Nie Huaisang's shadow like this, to surrender himself to be consumed...
Wangji opens his mouth and receives his blessings.
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: Huaisang and Wangji getting ready together.
It's a fancy event, tuxes are the name of the game.
Wangji is beautiful in everything, so he hasn't really bothered with Fashion™ much. His preference is neat, classic silhouettes. Comfort and utility, but also appropriate to the occasion.
Huaisang, on the other hand, is very particular about how he presents himself, so he takes time picking and matching accessories to each other, pressing wrinkles out, making sure everything looks both perfect and effortless.
He has his nails drying but they're running a little bit later than he'd planned, so he goes "help me put on this jacket?" over his shoulder while he spritzes some perfume.
Wangji just finished doing up his own cuffs. He strides over and holds up the jacket for Huaisang to put his arms through.
Huaisang shrugs it on and absently looks up into the mirror to check how it sits. He catches Wangji watching him, eyes dark, and has to fight to contain a shiver when Wangji's hands come up from behind to smooth down the lapels.
"Thank you, darling," Huaisang says, maybe a little breathlessly. "You get to take it off me later too."
Wangji's eyes go half lidded and he tucks his nose against Huaisang's neck, pressing a dry kiss there.
"Looking forward to it."
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: Pottery Teacher!Nie Huaisang and Student!Lan Wangji
Lan Wangji takes a pottery course because he saw Ghost (1990) once and he wants to Manifest™ his Love and Life in his twenties.
(Also he moved to a new city and he's lonely. Making friends might not be easy for him, but being around people regularly at a set time helps a lot with not feeling so alone.)
One look at his instructor, the smear of clay across one cheekbone, the friendly greeting and the smile on his face, and Lan Wangji feels his heart go doki doki.
So then he initiates Operation Ghost.
"Laoshi, this technique... I am unsure. Could you show me?"
"Laoshi, is my hand positioning correct? Could you show me? With your hands?"
"Laoshi, is my posture suitable? Could you... correct me?"
Nie Huaisang is suffering.
He picked up a pottery teaching gig, which seems to be a dream come true, since he can use the kiln for free. He gets to play around and make stuff while hanging out with adults keen to take up a new hobby.
But then this semester a drop dead gorgeous student walked in and keeps asking him for help! Huaisang has to be good!! He has to be a Professional!! No matter how much the new student tempts him into possibly acting out some of his forbidden fantasies (not Ghost!! No Ghosting allowed in his studio!!), he has to be a Good Teacher and not a scummy person!!
Many pots are made, but somehow Lan Wangji does not get any better at pottery and insists that he must redo the beginner classes again.
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daily-wangsang · 2 years
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Small headcanon: Huaisang drinks coffee, preferably good coffee, but if nothing else is available he'd take instant (though he'll grumble all the way through it).
Wangji has this image in his head of his ideal mornings, making his beloved a drink after his morning stretches, bringing it to him in bed, sharing kisses, etc.
Except... Wangji grew up drinking tea. Huaisang’s coffee machine is some overcomplicated monstrosity that beeps at Wangji angrily whenever he presses a button wrong or takes too long to do something.
Huaisang drinks down whatever Wangji manages to make the machine spit out, and rates it out of 10 each time. Like, "oh... oh wow, this is.... somehow reminiscent of both motor oil and molasses. This will have to be a two." But he finishes his drink everytime, even if he laughs at Wangji's huff.
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daily-wangsang · 2 years
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Concept (via discord friends tysm): LWJ and NHS shopping for apartment stuff.
They're at the linen section, trying to decide on which pillowcases to get. Wangji insists on silk because his hair tends to frizz but nhs hates the slippy feeling and wants 100% cotton. For his skin, Wangji!
And no, they both agree that they can't just get one of both because then the aesthetic won't match!!
(Da-ge and Xiongzhang are footing the bill, it's fine. They know both NHS and LWJ are accustomed to A Certain Lifestyle.)
A well-meaning shop attendant is like, "Um! You can just get two sets? You can set it up on the bed like accent pillows. The silk ones in particular would be great contrast."
They end up buying two sets and also an embroidered cushion with a bunny in the front (which didn't necessitate another round of negotiations because NHS loves the way LWJ's nose twitches just a little whenever he sees a cute rabbit).
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daily-wangsang · 1 year
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Concept: Nie Huaisang getting Lan Wangji a gift for the Spring Festival
It's their first one together since they've officially become a couple, and they want to do a private exchange before hopping on a high-speed train and going to spend time with their respective families.
Wangji gets Huaisang a little flowering bonsai. He knows that he'll likely be the one caring for it in the end, but he doesn't mind. Just the way Huaisang's face lights up over the little tree and coos over how pretty it is, how he can't wait to paint it, is enough.
Huaisang though!! Huaisang saw his gift on taobao and immediately pulled out his card, it was just so perfect.
He got him a bunny shaped mouse. It has two little ears poking out from the top, it's blue, the scroll wheel is pink.
Wangji loves it. His face is absolutely unreadable in the moment, but he takes it to work everyday in his briefcase and pulls it out in the office to the bafflement of his colleagues.
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daily-wangsang · 2 years
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I've had bits of this in my WIP folder for ages. I think it was initially for an answer to an ask? but I ended up doing something else with that prompt when I lost some steam with this one. But I found it again and finished it up for you all!! It's not the cleanest atm, but I figured we're lacking some new content on the blog so... Enjoy!
This is set post-wwx's death, a few months after Da-ge's, and is semi-canon compliant? (Friends, we ship wangsang so nothing is truly canon compliant.)
Huaisang finds out about Lan Wangji's seclusion, and Lan Wangji learns something Very Important.
~1400 words, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Rated T
“You almost died. It’s been what, three years? And you didn’t tell me.”
“I did not die,” says Wangji. “Who told you?”
A shrug. “Xichen-ge. You know I’m his favourite. Now tell me,” says Nie Huaisang, fingers tracing the edge of one whip scar. “Who am I killing?”
“Huaisang.”
“Or having killed, I suppose. It’s easier if you just tell me directly instead of making me run around for answers. I hate footwork.”
Wangji huffs, reluctantly amused.
It would be easier, Wangji thinks, if it was Nie Huaisang he had fallen for instead of Wei Ying. Nie Huaisang with his steel edges wrapped in silk and paper, Nie Huaisang with his trembling smiles and careful hands. Nie Huaisang who has met his hands halfway every time he had reached for the other man and Lan Wangji treasures that warmth more than he can express.
“You cannot kill them. Or have them killed.”
Nie Huaisang huffs. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m a-” he swallows hard, continuing on with a slight tremble in his voice, “I’m a sect-leader now. I can do what I want.”
Wangji reaches back, finding Huaisang’s fingers. “I’m sorry. I should have been there for you.”
Nie Huaisang squeezes his hand tight. “I know you would have if you had been able to.”
No doubt that is why Nie Huaisang came here to look for him. An extended seclusion period had explained his absence to the wider world for a time, but for Lan Wangji to not be present at Nie Huaisang’s side at Nie Mingjue’s funeral required more than a polite smile and a cursory comment about cultivation bottlenecks.
“I am doing well. says Wangji. “Healing.”
He shrugs his zhongyi back on. His back still feels a little tight where the scarring pulls on the skin, but Nie Huaisang’s massage had helped tremendously to loosen the stiff muscles.
“And how is Huaisang?”
Nie Huaisang lets out a gusty sigh and Wangji feels the breath against his nape.
“We need to cancel the betrothal,” says Nie Huaiasang.
Wangji freezes in the middle of tying his sash. “What?”
“It has served its purpose, don’t you think?”
It had been Lan Qiren and Nie Huaisang’s father who had first suggested the idea, to deepen their bonds of mutual respect and friendship with a marriage, so long as both Nie Huaisang and Lan Wangji were willing. And for the most part, they were. They had known each other for a long time, were familiar with each other in a way that made being in each other’s company comfortable.
Wangji had wavered once, when the fiery passion of his love for Wei Ying became known to him, but the time after the Sunshot Campaign had not been the time to call off a longstanding agreement like the one held between the Nie and Lan sects. What their sects - and the jianghu - had needed was stability and unity, to be given the time to rebuild and the resources to recover. So they had delayed breaking off the betrothal agreement until things settle down.
And then…
Well. Agreements and alliances had been the last thing on Wangji’s mind after the Burial Mounds.
“And it’s not like you want to actually marry me anyway,” says Nie Huaisang, standing up and busying himself with packing away the medicine and salves. “Imagine what everyone would say about pigs and cabbages.”
Huaisang moves to store the supplies away in a cabinet, but Wangji does not let him get too far away, hand latched tight around his wrist. “Who said?”
“What?”
Wangji feels his brows knit together. “Who said that about you?”
“No- Nobody said- “
“Then why?”
Because Wangji may not be in love with Nie Huaisang, but for anyone to imply that his betrothed is unworthy of being loved by him is…
Unacceptable. It is unacceptable. And if Nie Huaisang believes that himself, then Wangji will do his best to convince him otherwise.
But there is something off with Nie Huaisang’s expression, the way his shoulders are wound, that makes Wangji think that things may not be as simple as he had thought.
“Let go,” says Huaisang, tugging at his wrist. “I have to go see Xichen-ge soon. Let go of me.”
“Huaisang,” Wangji takes hold of the man’s other hand and pulls him in closer. “What happened?”
Nie Huaisang’s jaw twitches even as he avoids Wangji’s gaze, staring at the ground with fists clenched tight.
“Did Huaisang-”
“No, no, there’s no one. I haven’t… It’s not like…”
“...Did Wangji-”
“Not at all!” Nie Huaisang turns his face up to look at Wangji with fierce eyes. “Never. You are wonderful.”
Then Wangji does not understand. If there isn’t someone else that Nie Huaisang would prefer to marry, and Wangji had done nothing to dissuade him of their families’ arrangement, then why does Nie Huaisang want to cut ties with him? Especially now, with the Nie sect still in the middle of a transitional period.
Wangji is missing one piece of the puzzle. The only reason he can think of is…
“Huaisang,” he says, looking up at him. “Are you in danger?”
Nie Huaisang pales. “What are you talking about suddenly. Such a thing-”
“Huaisang, please. Tell me.”
“There isn’t anything to-”
“Please,” says Wangji. “Please.”
His hands shake and he grips Nie Huaisang’s hands tighter.
“Don’t beg me, Wangji,” Nie Huaisang hisses, exhaling shakily. “Not about this. This is… You have Xichen-ge. A ward. I am a sect-leader now. I can take care of myself.”
“I have Xiongzhang, Shufu, and A-Yuan to take care of. And I will also soon have a husband to care for and who cares for me.” Wangji reaches up to take Nie Huaisang’s face between his hands. “Let me help you. Please.”
Nie Huaisang’s lips tremble, and Wangji runs his thumbs over Nie Huaisang’s cheeks to wipe away the two or three tears that had grown too heavy for Nie Huaisang to hold back any longer.
“I do not want to have to let you go,” Wangji breathes, swallowing hard. “Not you also. Not if I can stop it.”
“Wangji,” Nie Huaisang rasps, shoulders sagging. “This is… If I tell you,” his voice shakes, “If I tell you… Nothing, absolutely nothing will be the same. Do you understand? Just- Just knowing will put you and everyone around you in danger.”
Lan Wangji tilts his head. “If I am aware of the danger, I will be better able to protect them.”
“This is big, Wangji. It’s bigger than just one enemy or monster. There are so many moving parts.”
Lan Wangji nods. “I will be vigilant.”
“You’d have to lie,” says Nie Huaisang, “to almost everyone you know.”
Lan Wangji frowns. “It will be hard, but Wangji will do his best.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Nie Huaisang holds onto Wangji’s hands, pressing them against his face. “Dragging you into this mess…” Nie Huaisang shakes his head. “I won’t, I won’t…”
“And I do not want Huaisang to be hurt,” says Wangji, thumb stroking over the soft skin of Nie Huaisang’s cheeks. “Tell me. My sword is yours. And since you are to be my husband, everything else will be also.”
“Oh, so you’re marrying in then?” says Nie Huaisang through sniffles. “I bet your dowry is huge.”
“Only if the official betrothal gifts are proportional in value.”
Nie Huaisang laughs weakly, bending down to rest his forehead on Wangji’s shoulder. “Nothing but the best for my wife.”
Yes, it would have been much easier if Lan Wangji had fallen in love with Nie Huaisang first. But he would sooner forsake his very soul than regret loving Wei Ying, no matter how much it had hurt. That love had brought him to know Lan Yuan. It had also taught him to appreciate the slow simmer of tender trust and recognise the true value of Nie Huaisang’s friendship. And though his affection for the man does not burn with the intensity of his love for Wei Wuxian, Wangji knows himself well enough to recognise that given time…
“After this, there will be no going back,” says Nie Huaisang. “Are you sure?”
Wangji closes his eyes and thinks about Nie Huaisang’s hands, its softness and odd calluses. The way they tremble a little when he cries like this, the way they grip Wangji’s robes, as if seeking for an anchor.
“Tell me,” says Lan Wangji.
Nie Huaisang’s fists clench down around handfuls of cotton for a moment before relaxing abruptly.
“My Da-ge was murdered,” he says into the fabric of Lan Wangji’s clothes. “And I know who did it.”
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