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wangxianficrecs · 2 months

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Taking Responsibility by bavariansugarcookie

Taking Responsibility

by bavariansugarcookie (@bavariansugarcookie)

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan is doing his best to ignore Wei Ying while he's supervising Wei Ying's punishment in the library - but even Lan Zhan's patience isn't infinite. Or what would happen if Lan Zhan kissed Wei Ying in the Gusu Lan library. Kay's comments: Me and my soft spot for teenage Lan Wangji and the chaos he would have wrecked havoc if he had given in and just kissed Wei Ying! The best way to shut up the annoying boy you have a crush on is to kiss him! Really loved this and loved this for Wangxian especially, very cute! Excerpt: “You know I’ve memorized all the rules by now,” Wei Ying said, his pout drawing Lan Zhan’s attention to his mouth, and the freckle just below his bottom lip… No, Lan Zhan thought, dragging his focus back to the text he was copying. “If you knew the rules so well, you would be able to follow them,” Lan Zhan said primly. “Ah, Lan Zhan, you don’t believe me? Do you want me to prove it to you?” He sat up, his spine perfectly straight – which Lan Zhan hadn’t known was possible – and started reciting the rules. Which was somehow even more distracting.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, cloud recesses shenanigans, first kiss, getting together, love confessions, humor, fluff, pining lan wangji, flustered lan wangji, gusu lan sect rules

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wutheringskies · 7 months

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crying because what would I not give up to hear donghua LWJ voice actor read out the Lan rules with Wei Ying interrupting after every third one with rants on why they are meaningless and LWJ doing the chuckle-huff laugh he does; that fond, exasperated one, as he shoots down Wei Ying's argument in minimum words; or "Mn's" when a particularly interesting point comes out; and says "Wei Ying," in a soft, reprimanding tone when thr conversation drifts to... "er-gege, between duty to one's spouse and impropreity which one should be placed first? in fact, why don't you show me, what you would place first mnn?"

#idk why this is so specific #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #his voice #gusu lan #sect rules #asmr ideas #someone write this #wei wuxian #wei ying #my favourite gremlin

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robininthelabyrinth · 1 year

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Mini prompt fill: WRH knoqs a dragon's pearl is the only path to instant immortality. LQR, so in love with him and his faith so strong, offers WRH his. How WRH reacts is up to you

“What?” Wen Ruohan said when Lao Nie gave him a look. “Was I supposed to say no?”

“These sorts of romantic gestures aren’t really meant to be accepted, no.”

“I could have literal godhood if I accepted,” Wen Ruohan argued back. “There’s no earthly reason for me to refuse.”

“Your affection for the person offering it, maybe?!”

“My affection for him has only grown because of what he’s done for me!”

“It harms him to lack it!”

“I’ll get him a new one once I’m a god. Honestly, Lao Nie, sometimes you can be so short-sighted.”

Lao Nie threw his hands up into the air.

“It’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting into,” Lan Qiren put in. He was still pale and sickly-looking from having given up his golden core to his lover, but his mood was still good – the poison of love, Lao Nie supposed, driving him to insanity. There was a reason he stuck to nice uncomplicated things like sex. “I only offered him what I could give him, not the moon or something.”

“But you would give me the moon, if you were able to get it,” Wen Ruohan said. He looked proud. Lao Nie wanted to strangle him.

“Yes, of course I would,” Lan Qiren reassured him. “If it were only in my power.”

Lao Nie wanted to strangle him too. Lovestruck idiot!

“I’d get you the moon,” Wen Ruohan told him earnestly. “Possibly I even will, once I finish ascending –”

“Please do not do anything to the moon,” Lao Nie snapped. These morons might actually do it, too. “We rely on it for tides.”

“…isn’t Qinghe landlocked?”

“I was referring to the human race as a whole, you selfish little –”

“Maybe we should break for lunch,” Lan Qiren interjected, looking way too amused for the current situation. “It would be good for your mood, Lao Nie – and of course Wen Ruohan should make his attempt to ascend to godhood on a full stomach…”

#mdzs #lan qiren #wen ruohan #sect leader nie #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons #okay I know you said dragon pearl but this in canonverse is just incredibly funny to me #also I know perfectly well that in fact WRH should be practicing inedia before ascending since otherwise he'll have to purify himself #but the rule of funny wins

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untamedmetablogiguess · 6 months

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One of the wooorst things about the Lan, I think, is that they don't differentiate at all between "rules that are there to make society function smoothly and pleasantly, and so breaking them is rude" and "rules that are there because following them is a moral imperative, and so breaking them is evil."

so we end up with a bunch of people who think being loud and obnoxious and undisciplined is equally bad as being violent or bloodthirsty - and, conversely, that opens you up to being vulnerable to people arguing that being violent is probably only as bad as being obnoxious and loud.

also, they apparently believe that "following the rules" is, in itself, a morally virtuous act, regardless of what the rule is, whether it's a "manners" rule or an "ethics" rule.

#the lan sect is. bad. at morality.#meta #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #they ALSO have a bunch of rules that aren't about actions to take or not take #because they believe in thoughtcrime and think it's important not to Think Bad Thoughts #so Bad Thoughts are treated as equally important as Bad Actions #which. is also bullshit.#god why are they SO BAD at morality???

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whetstonefires · 6 months

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Hmm 18 and 29?

18) What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh gracious. I honestly like my own stuff quite a lot, as a rule, or I wouldn't work on it long enough to finish anything. Fortunately it says 'one of.' Asking for a very favorite always paralyzes me aslkdjadfs. This is hard.

Is the word 'line' here meant to be 'pieces of dialogue' or 'sentences' or what, do you think?

I decided to pick something from my 'Jason Todd getting parented' era and then couldn't find the time to reread the like 30k of All the Roofs of Uncertainty that involve Bruce to pick out a line, so I'm going to nominate something from the fic where Talon!Jason and the Jokester have a heart-to-heart on a roof.

Hm. It has fewer good bits than roofs, being shorter, but they're all kind of interdependent, they don't stand alone very well. Hm.

"And remember, no matter what, you still have us." Jason wasn't sure what he gave away, but there must have been some kind of surprise, or doubt, because J pulled his hand away and frowned. "What, you thought…? You're one of us. Even if you leave. We love you, JJ. That's not gonna just stop." Jason opened his mouth to say something scathing, or dismissive, or defensive, but (maybe because he hadn't quite decided what tack to take) what came out was, "Why?" To be honest, it sounded more like 'whhyyyyyy?' Half whine, half word, a long syllable dragging itself out of his throat as he tried to take it back. Jokester stared at him for a split second, his hand moving like he wanted to reach out and grab Jason again but decided not to, twitched a little like he couldn't find any words that would fit out his mouth, and said, "Because!" Jason was pretty sure he said something like "that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid all the time," but honestly he wasn't sure because his body had gone into full scale mutiny and decided that it wanted to cry.

(It's the 'that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid' bit I'm so fond of; Jokester got a lot of the series' themes put into his dialogue here and they did a lot of emotional lifting, so including that bit that made me laugh felt like it made the whole fic work better.)

29) Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Oh this is fun, I have so many abandoned fics.

Ah! Here! A bit I had a lot of fun writing from near the end of a fic I abandoned at 65k because both the characterization and narrative had too many structural flaws to be worth the effort of an overhaul.

“Uh, Lan Zhan? What is this?” Lan Wangji glanced away from the growing stack of rice long enough to see Wei Ying’s baffled, nervous smile, then went back to counting and stacking. “Inadequate,” he said, and kept drawing out baskets from his qiankun bag. “Uh,” said Wei Ying, which was amusing, but not enough for Lan Wangji to let himself lose focus and lose count. Wei Ying sidled over and pried up the lid of a basket; stared at the contents. Uttered a stifled oath, stepping back and taking in the growing wall of rice. Mentally, Lan Wangji calculated. One dou of rice could make a single, small meal for the whole Burial Mounds population; to feed them all well, say four dou a day. Lan Wangji had appropriated well over a thousand dou of rice from the Lan—perhaps two weeks’ food, there. Here, a thousand dou would last nearly a year if they relied on it entirely and did not stint, which seemed unlikely—but it would not keep so long, in these conditions, probably even in a qiankun pouch, so some of it would have to be sold, so it would not go to mold and waste. A year of life. That was all he could offer. Such a paltry recompense, but at least it answered a real need, rather than offering merely what he thought should be wanted. Lan Wangji could learn. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said more sharply, when he was finally done with the rice and started unloading pickles. They had collected an audience now, a dozen of the Wen grouped together in the cave mouth. This was entirely undignified, but Lan Wangji could not think of any other way it could be done. Privacy wouldn’t be appropriate either, even if it was easily obtained. “Lan Zhan, what is this?” “Rice,” said Lan Wangji. Someone laughed. Wei Ying rubbed his forehead; many hours of Wangji’s aggravation in their youth were avenged. “I can see that.” Wangji finished lining up the pickled vegetables, and handed Wei Ying the single sealed jar of ginger. Wei Ying frowned at it, a little wrinkle between his eyebrows. He was adorable. He sighed, and bent to put the pickled ginger next to the pickled cabbage. “Lan Zhan,” he said. “Really. What is this?”

Lan Wangji reached into his final pouch and pulled out the bolt of deep blue silk. He could not press it into Wei Ying’s hands; they were covered in dirt. He set it across the top of one of the stacks of rice baskets. A hush had fallen over the Wen. Wanji stepped closer to Wei Ying, and sought his eyes now that he had been evading. “Gifts,” he said, and felt that the way he said it left no question of his intent.

It was a pathetic offering—nothing compared to what would have been given if he had made a match approved by his sect and clan, what would have been brought forth to honor his bride. But it was what he had been able to bring, without that approval. A dowry he had assigned himself, as it were.

And far more valuable to Wei Ying and the people he had chosen to protect than treasures would have been.

Wei Ying’s mouth and hands worked emptily for a moment, and he made several stifled sounds, as though the silence spell had somehow been cast on him without sealing his lips shut. “You,” he managed. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, let it hiss out. Turned to their audience and pointed, jauntiness back in his motions, the slant of his eyebrows, the tilt of his head. “Okay, everybody scram.”

The Wen laughed at him, but they did go. Fourth Uncle called congratulations and someone whooped; Wei Ying rolled his eyes and shooed them off.

When he turned back to Wangji he was subdued again. His smile small and unreal. “Lan Zhan,” he said, “you can’t do this.”

“These are nothing.”

The linen and cotton, the other bolt of silk, the shirts, the little clothes for A-Yuan, he should unpack all of those as well. But he could not stop looking back at Wei Ying.

Wei Ying blew out another breath, puffing out his lips as it went this time. “Thank you for the rice,” he said, unhappily. “I—I don’t want to refuse it on behalf of everybody, and I….”

There was a struggle on his face that sent a chill through Lan Wangji. Wei Ying, trying to refuse a marriage, with a pile of a little more life lying at his feet as a bribe he could not ignore.

Could he never escape becoming his father.

“No,” Lan Wangji said sharply. “No, even if Wei Ying sends me away in disgrace, these things will stay here. It is not.” He stopped, gathered his thoughts. “I am not trying to buy you.” As though a year’s worth of rice and some decent silk could begin to add up to the value of Wei Ying.

“The disgrace is staying here!” Wei Ying said, shockingly direct. He seemed startled by it as well, as Wangji studied his face. “Lan Zhan, you don’t deserve this.”

Lan Wangji tilted his head. He could choose to agree, to say he didn’t deserve Wei Ying, never could, but wanted him anyway. He would like to see how Wei Ying responded to that—probably by recoiling, but in the way that made Wangji’s chest ache for Wei Ying rather than for himself. “You do?” He flicked his eyes the way the Wens had gone. “They do?”

“Lan Zhan. You could have anything and anyone. I can’t—tie you to a heap of corpses.” Wei Ying made a face and glanced sourly at the wall of rice again. “The rice was a good move,” he acknowledged. “I keep wanting to say something mean to make you leave, but most of them sound stupid now.”

Wei Ying should not have admitted to that tactic aloud, Lan Wangji thought to himself, but he didn’t point out the error. “Not tied to the corpses,” he said. “Tied to Wei Ying.” Oh, how he wanted to be tied to Wei Ying. Oh, how bound he was already.

Wei Ying laughed, the unpleasant sound Lan Wangji had gotten used to during the war, but without the thick layering of pride that had covered it then. “Do you really think there’s a difference?” He shook his head and spread one hand, palm up, taking in all their surroundings. “This is a place for the doomed, Lan Wangji. You don’t belong here.”

“I came here doomed, and had my life returned to me.” Lan Wangji took a step forward, pinning Wei Ying under his attention. “Wei Ying. Do not refuse me for my sake. I—”

Lan Wangji had tormented himself so selfishly over Wei Ying leaving him behind, all this time. As though following were wholly beyond his power, as though Wei Ying were the only one who could choose to alter his path—because he had been so sure his own was right, that Wei Ying must return to his side on it, or be counted lost.

His love had not been strong enough. He had not been brave enough. He had mourned their parting. A child deprived of a toy. “There will be no one else. There is nothing else for me, now.”

To give up Wei Ying, after having had him—to turn away from that whispered affection, or the consuming addiction of desire now whetted by knowledge—impossible. He wanted to say, if I was willing to make love to you within sight of your horrible blood pool in full possession of my faculties, why do you think there is anything that would turn me away now, but he did not think it would resonate with Wei Ying the way he wanted, since it admitted to the repulsiveness of the blood pool. Wei Ying had to be aware of the repulsiveness of the blood pool, but Lan Wangji could attempt to be diplomatic in his own marriage negotiations, unorthodox as they were.

Wei Ying’s face twisted, but it passed through anger into grief. “Lan Zhan,” he said, with tears in his voice though not in his eyes. “Don’t say that. Don’t tell me I’ve ruined you.”

“Not ruined.” Lan Wangji finally drew close, and for a moment it seemed Wei Ying would allow it, but then he spun and danced away sideways, in the only direction allowed by the wall of rice baskets, and was again too far away to kiss.

“I had Jiang Cheng throw me out of the Sect to avoid dragging anyone else down with me. Lan Zhan, you can’t—”

“Stupid.” Lan Wangji frowned. He supposed he should have known that was Wei Ying’s idea. Jiang Wanyin had never impressed Wangji particularly, but among the virtues he did have, courage and loyalty must surely be counted foremost, judging by what Wangji had seen in the war and particularly those three months together, searching for Wei Ying.

Left to his own devices, Sect Leader Jiang would have taken longer to disavow his head disciple, whose unorthodox cultivation he had championed on the battlefield, even if he was too politically cowed by the Jin to defend him properly, either. But Wei Ying, of course, had hastened to make himself a sacrifice.

Wei Ying snorted. “Oh, and you’re planning to bring the whole support of the Lan behind you?”

Of course, he clearly wasn’t. And if any disciple other than himself had staged such a shameless robbery, he would be a wanted criminal. But unless they expelled him, which his brother and uncle would, he felt, after the way he had parted with them, fight with all their considerable power, his affiliation with the sect would still be valuable. To all of them. “Wei Ying does not always have to be the shield. Sometimes, he should be protected also.”

“Lan Zhan.” As easily as that, Wei Ying was looking at him shattered. The vulnerability on his face hurt to witness even as Lan Wangji reveled in it. He was learning Wei Ying, how to love him for his sake, rather than for Lan Wangji’s own.

“Do you not want me?” he asked, bracing himself for an affirmative. Wei Ying might say it and lie; Wei Ying might say it and, despite everything before, actually mean it. He had had time to think, while Lan Wangji was gone.

“I don’t want your pity.” The word curdled on Wei Ying’s tongue and in the air, and his face wore an ugly look again. “We will live as we may. We have survived this long without you, Hanguang-jun, and we will live after you grow sick of the foul air and poisoned earth and leave again. This place is beyond the reach of the cultivation world, why bring it here with you?”

“Even though you do not need me,” Lan Wangji said carefully, letting the sharp edge of those words break over him like a wave because Wei Ying had admitted outright he said these things to drive people away; because declaring everyone here doomed even the little child, and then saying they would live despite him, was too much contradiction to bother with. “Do you want me?”

“If I say no will you go?”

The refusal to say it at once was an answer in itself. “If I believe you.”

Wei Ying snorted, less disgust than acknowledging Lan Wangji’s point scored. He smiled unhappily. “Lan Zhan, I’ve made my choices. I would make them again, even knowing where they’ve led me. That doesn’t mean I want to bring you down with me. You don’t owe me anything. You do realize you don’t owe me?”

Lan Wangji hesitated. It was a difficult question. He did not, precisely, feel indebted to Wei Wuxian, not the way Wei Ying meant or the way his brother had, though he was acutely aware of the gift of his life and the cost Wei Ying had borne to give it. But he did feel obligation toward him, a duty, which was a kind of owing as well. “Wei Ying deserves better,” he said. “And I owe you—courtesy, at least.”

“Courtesy,” Wei Ying echoed, abstract, scornful. His eyes flicked down, past Lan Wangji’s eyes to his mouth.

“You never answered my question,” Lan Wangji said.

“Which one? Oh. Lan Zhan. Who would ever not want you?” Wei Ying shook his head, but there was a smile there now, one that caught in the corners as though pain and fondness were the selfsame emotion.

Once again, he spoke of it like he spoke of natural law.

Lan Wangji ached. “Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying sighed, and glanced at the wall of rice, the silk. Lan Wangji’s perhaps pathetic offering of something, anything more valuable than merely himself. A little life. “I really don’t understand,” he said. “When you left, I thought—”

“You didn’t expect me to return.”

“No. I thought you’d listened.” Wei Ying shook his head. “I don’t want to—I know what they say about me, but I never wanted to…” He took a breath, and tried again. “You’re so brilliant, Hanguang-jun, so good, they named you well, and I would never want to be the reason that light was stolen from the world.”

“Already done.”

Wei Ying winced, and looked at him with his eyebrows knit, annoyed.

Lan Wangji said, “You took the light from my world when you went into the dark.”

#ask #hoc est meum #brawltogethernow #i had fun with the dialogue in that cql au #i can also see inspiration from 1) my strong feelings about Food and starvation themes #2) hearing that the stepped-up antigay censorship rules in chinese TV forbade exchanges of gifts between male characters #because that could be courting behavior #there's a cathartic bit before this where lwj robs the lan sect storehouses #and then talks to his brother and uncle about ethics and shit on the way out #i had him ask lqr if he would rather they'd never been born if it meant he kept his brother #because i think it would be cool if he wondered that #earth-3 #the untamed #ask game #writing #fanfic

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leatherbookmark · 1 year

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unrelated, but when i say lxc should get to bite people/go apeshit/start killing, i don’t quite mean literally! it’s a mix of fandom frustration with everyone and their grandma and her cat accusing lxc of being too soft, too trusting, too easily manipulated into forgiving jgy everything, etc, etc, when he wasn’t like that at all but just wanted answers that he would have gotten If Not For Certain Events That I Won’t Mention Here, and Some Circles criticizing him for being “mean” to wwx (a cardinal sin) -- and... well. frustration with wgxn fucking off to fuck in the bushes for months and delighting in the lack of information about what’s happening in the jianghu. when lxc was Like That, and then, when wgxn were back, Still Struggling. and i obviously know he wouldn’t, not before being absolutely forced to, but god sometimes i do wish there was a fic in which he got a chance to just go... Hey Wangji But You Know That It* Wasn’t Cool, Right

*all of the above, plus wgxn withholding jgy-related information from him post-guanyin, plus wgxn urging him not to listen to jgy in the temple and acting as though jgy has manipulated lxc like a child with no mind of his own, plus wgxn barging into his life like “hey we think your friend killed your other friend. source: trust us. why aren’t you trusting us? cmon zwj be reasonable”, etc, etc

#he can even cry as he says this! in fact i think it's a plus #i'm a bastard for this but i'm really interested in the concept of like. wwx&jc paradoxically getting closer by the end of the story #and lxc&lwj just. drifting apart because of how much they Cannot understand each other anymore #lwj... clearly chose. and while i don't think it's the case of 'oooh he choose wwx and Freedom over stupid and stuffy sect rules!'#he nonetheless... doesn't have the same Insight into lxc's thoughts and feelings that lxc has (had?) into his #and yeah he seems concerned with lxc's wellbeing and i guess mxtx wanted to write about wgxn being happy post-canon rather than #the lan brothers' misery but even so. 'they couldn't try fucking upside down because lwj had to visit his secluded brother'#is how it looks like. idk #anyway #shrimp thoughts

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silverflame2724 · 2 years

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LQR and WWX passive-aggressively sniping at each other by quoting rules at each other out of LWJs earshot.

"Alcohol is prohibited."

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at Lan Qiren and pointed to the border of the Cloud Recesses. "I'm not in the Cloud Recesses, it doesn't count."

Lan Qiren sneered and turned away.

"Sneering for no reason is prohibited." Wei Wuxian taunted.

"Talking behind other people's back is prohibited."

"Technically, you're right in front of me--"

"Wei Ying? Uncle?" Lan Wangji popped up suddenly in front of them.

Both Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian stiffened.

"Oh~ Lan Zhan! I missed you so much!!" He tossed the empty jug of wine into his qiankun pouch and hugged his husband.

"Mn. Me too." Lan Wangji nuzzled him back but still seemed to be worried, looking between Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian.

"Wei Ying, were you arguing with Uncle?”

“Hm? Nope~! We were just having a friendly discussion!”

“Hm.”

“Aww, Er-gege, don’t look like that! Come, come, I have some new inventions to share with you!”

Lan Zhan gave a small smile, making Wei Wuxian’s heart skip a beat. “I look forward to it.”

.................

“Running is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses!” Lan Qiren shouted a few days later.

“Do not make loud noises in the Cloud Recesses.” Wei Wuxian sniped back. “And besides, I’m walking quickly not running.”

"That's against the rules too!"

"Heh, no it isn't! Walking too fast is against the rules. I'm only walking quickly. It's not too fast." He stuck out his tongue.

Lan Qiren fumed.

At the dinner, Lan Wangji stepped out to relieve himself and Lan Qiren casted a judgmental eye towards Wei Wuxian.

“Sitting improperly is forbidden. Do not be picky with food. Eating more than three bowls is prohibited.”

Wei Wuxian gave a side-eye to Lan Qiren. He never usually ate more than three bowls but he wasn’t about to let Lan Qiren in on the secret. “Be amicable and unedited. Do not disrespect the younger.”

Lan Qiren grew quiet until Wei Wuxian stopped eating, leaving some food in his bowl. “Do not be wasteful.”

“Do not criticize other people.”

Lan Qiren tugged harshly on his beard and was about to say something else when Lan Wangji returned. The two of them had privately agreed to act amiable in front of him so they stopped immediately.

.....

It was getting harder and harder to avoid Lan Wangji noticing. Lan Qiren and him had to now work together of all things in order to argue with each other behind Lan Wangji's back. Lan Qiren shared his nephew's schedule and Wei Wuxian began to plan at which times of day they could argue. This did not mean that they were getting along! Oh no, that could never be it.

Wei Wuxian grinned mindlessly as he exited the Jingshi. Lan Zhan went wild today upon seeing him in the Gusu robes. That unfortunately caused Lan Zhan to be a little late to his first class, but eh, the children will understand one day.

"Do not smile foolishly." Lan Qiren popped out from around the building. He took one look at Wei Wuxian and turned red. "Do not indulge in debauchery."

"Hmph. We're married. And besides, harmony is the value."

Lan Qiren frowned. "That rule doesn't even apply to the situation!"

"Are you sure?" Wei Wuxian wriggled his eyebrows. "But isn't the harmony of the joining of two bodie--"

"Ahhh!!!! Wei Wuxian, you shut up!!" Lan Qiren looked like he was going to explode.

"Aiya, calm down, will you? Remember, do not bully the weak."

"How are you weak?"

"I don't have a proper golden core, remember?"

"You're still powerful without it."

"Oh? Is that a compliment I hear?"

"You little--"

"Do not succumb to rage."

"I'm not succumbing to--W-Wangji?"

Wei Wuxian turned around and froze. "Oh no."

"Wei Ying. Uncle. What are you doing?"

"Umm--"

"Wangji, hear me out--"

"The two of you. Come with me." His tone bore no arguments.

With resigned steps, the two followed him.

........

"You....have been arguing behind my back."

His tone sounded so disappointed that both Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian shrunk away.

"We weren't arguing! We were merely.......trying to one-up each other? It was just some light fun!"

"As much as I hate to agree, that's what happened, Wangji."

Lan Wangji, "........"

Wei Wuxian, "........"

Lan Qiren, "........."

Lan Wangji, ".......Lying is prohibited. Do not be of two minds. Do not succumb to rage. Do not say one thing and mean another. Do not insult each other. Do not take your own words lightly. Do not act impulsively. Do not take your own words lightly. Do not hold grudges. If others win over you, do not envy them. If others lose to you, do not look down on them. Love all beings. Honor good people. Earn trust. Believe sincerely. Don’t be unreasonable. Do not treat others with contempt." He took a breath, "And most importantly do not argue with your family, for it does not matter who wins.

"Wei Ying, Uncle. I love and respect you both. I know I cannot force you to get along. But talk out your differences and stop doing this behind my back. You are not as sneaky as you make yourselves out to be." Having finished with that, Lan Wangji looked abruptly exhausted.

"Lan Zhan, I'll walk you back." "Wangji, I'll walk you back."

Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren glared at each other and took their places on either side of Lan Wangji.

The two of them kept quiet on the way to the Jingshi and privately agreed that they must resolve this in order to not cause trouble to Lan Wangji anymore.

(In seclusion, Lan Xichen, who had listened to Lan Wangji complain about this in the aftermath, laughed loudly.)

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #lan qiren #lan huan #lan xichen #lan juniors #gusu lan sect rules #using rules as a way to fight with each other #passive aggressiveness #LQR and WWX do not like each other #but will put up with each other for LWJ's sake #LXC is tired and in seclusion but finds the whole situation hilarious #comedy #angst #fluff

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wangxianficrecs · 2 months

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Black and white by apathyinreverie

Black and white

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

T, 10k, Wangxian

Summary: The thing is, Sizhui knows that nothing in this world is ever truly black or white. Kay's comments: This story is giving me something I'm always craving: Lan Sizhui pondering over his place in the world and in the Lan Sect after everything that happened in canon, after he learned of his true identity and after he learned what happened to the Wen remnants. It's bitter, it's honest, it's absolutely perfect. Lived for the part where he was roasting Lan Qiren for his hypocricy and I loved the ending of the story - very satisfying! Also featuring outsider POV on Wangxian's developement post-canon in a mostly The Untamed-verse with Chief Cultivator Lan Wangji and them not being together yet, very heart-breaking and heart-warming in equal measures. Excerpt: However, he also sees the shadowed caution, the uncertainty so briefly flitting through Xian-ge’s eyes at Jingyi’s enthusiastic invitation, mixed with something else, something that would be impossible to read for Sizhui if he didn’t already know about the longing Xian-ge usually hides so successfully. It is a little devastating to realize how unexpected the invitation apparently seems to Xian-ge. Because, even several months after his return, he still isn’t certain of his welcome in Gusu, of his welcome with A-Die, and it has been barely three weeks since he last left and to return now would certainly break the pattern of only returning every few months which Xian-ge seems to have set himself for his visits. ‘Not unless he is explicitly told’, Wen Ning’s voice once more echoes in his mind. Sizhui chooses to interject softly, “Please, Wei-qianbei,” leaning forward the slightest bit, still a little jarred at their ever-decreasing distance in height, now barely needing to look up to meet Xian-ge’s eyes any longer. “You would most certainly be welcome. This one would be very happy if you were to join us on our way back.”

pov lan sizhui, post-canon, mo dao zu shi & the untamed combination, the untamed compliant, chief cultivator lan wangji, pov outsider lan wangji/wei wuxian, getting together, hurt/comfort, adorable juniors, gusu lan sect rules, cultivation sect politics, good parents lan wangji and wei wuxian, mutual pining, oblivious wei wuxian, protective lan wangji, protective lan sizhui, communication

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suibianjie · 2 years

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I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Gusu Lan Sect rules gifs - they're so beautiful to look at, so thought-provoking, you've chosen such perfect moments to represent each of the rules, and seeing the whole set of them just... gives me so much to think about and appreciate! Thank you for sharing your talents!

Thank you so much! That gif series means a lot to me, and I'm so glad other people enjoy it too! ❤

#asks #youhideastar #thinking about Lan Wangji and the Lan sect rules always hits me right in the feels #😭

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birbfeedersart · 2 years

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until now i've never even considered xiancheng as a ship?? like, i feel as though wwx's love for jc is an integral part of his character, and i do wish they'd had a better resolution in both mdzs & cql (unless something happened in the extras?? never got a chance to read them 😅) and tbh i am quite fond of both of their characters, but it never occurred to me to ship them. even with the golden core transfer. bc i would absolutely dig out my solidified soulstuff and give it to my little sister if she needed it. it's not even a question, i wouldn't give it a second thought. as an act of brotherly love the golden core transfer makes perfect sense to me. my sister, like jc, has the sort of personality where if she's got no ''''natural talent'''' she thinks she's not good enough, so she gives up. i've......never really been like that?? not being good at things has never actually STOPPED me from doing things. maybe i wouldn't perform for strangers, but i wouldn't stop. so i wouldn't feel the loss of it as much--or if i did, at least i could handle it better. i'd still be all right. i'd find a way. i always do.

however. the inherent romanticism of it. as a romance trope it is. yes yes very good. i like it. i like that. a lot. and ofc the old trope of shixiong/shidi (woh/shl my beloved!!) is also very welcome to me. perhaps if xiancheng had been endgame, maybe i would have liked mdzs/cql better?? idk, i'm not even sure why i don't like it as much as i'd hoped i would... 😩

#it's not bc i don't like lwj!! he's a good character himself #and seems like a nice fellow besides!!#it's just... i really don't like the lan sect tbh #the cloud recesses is just....awful.#all those rules....it's kind of nauseating to me #it's just so restrictive #and when i think of a free spirit like wwx spending all his time there #being stifled #i just...! ugh. no. do not want. i know he's not really imprisoned there or anything #but even if he IS allowed to be himself.....nobody else is. THEY still have to follow all the rules. THEY are still stifled. and being urse #urself around someone who can't is just so awkward #i used to know someone like that as a kid #i used to feel so guilty #that i could just be and she couldn't. bc she was chained by her strict parents #even when they weren't around. idk maybe my parents let me run too wild?? i might be the problem!! i have a real distaste for authority! i #i am a hooligan!! a ne'er do well!!#none of the cloud recesses stuff is actually lwj's fault anyway #i think i just resent the fact that it seems like he LIKES it. and that just??? does not compute???#i have a harder time identifying with him than with some of the other characters #i really don't dislike him!! or lxc for that matter!!#i just think the cloud recesses is fecking lame #lotus pier is so much cooler #birb says #fandom meta #xiancheng #mdzs/cql i WANT TO LOVE U #but i just.....can't?? ;A;#i'm sorry ;A;#ok ok i REALLLLYYY need to get back to drawing #i'm colouring it now it's nearly done

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