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Chicago Clouds catcher Lan Wangji commissions tailor Wei Wuxian to make all his clothes for his away games. Wei Wuxian hopes to make him best-dressed for the season, but doesn't expect to fall in love.

“They’re fucking, right? They’re totally fucking.” “Right? They have to be. The way he looks at her.” Lan Zhan digs his fingernails into the meaty part of his palm and tries to ignore the whispered conversation next to him. From the wings of the stage he watches Wei Ying and Wen Qing rehearse their contemporary duet. And pretends he doesn’t see it, too.

The Yiling Patriarch's demonic cultivation sect is invited to help fight a massive waterborne abyss. Exhausted and half-drowned from battling ghouls, Wei Wuxian meets Hanguang-jun.

Wei Wuxian, a higher demon and an unorthodox agent of the Otherworldly Beings Investigation Department, is afraid that history is about to repeat itself. Half a century ago, demon ichor experimentations on humans were commonplace and its grotesque results, vampires, ran rampant. Now, reports of blood smuggling are resurfacing and Wei Wuxian has to figure out how to put an end to a potential catastrophe before it swallows the human realm whole. --- unfinished but good

“Granny Wen gave you a bachelorette party gift?” Lan Zhan asks as he opens the bag. His eyebrows go up and Wei Ying can’t help himself. He starts to laugh as Lan Zhan pulls out the gift. Sex dice. The most perfect, innocent sex dice you can ever imagine. Wei Ying loves them

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a stallion protagonist must be in want of a horse girl.

Wei Ying has been dreaming about Lan Zhan since he was thirteen years old. Thirteen was when his mind imagined Lan Zhan for him. At first the dreams were few and far between. He would remember very little about them, except a sense of peace and happiness that would follow him all day. And a pair of beautiful eyes that looked at him like he was the most important person in the world. The dreams were a blessing, and they were a curse; no real person could compare to them. They didn’t stop until the year that Wei Ying turned twenty three. Twenty three was when Wei Ying looked up from the children he was sitting on the floor, cross-legged with, and thought that he was dreaming. Twenty three was when Wei Ying had raised his hand to greet the volunteer from the music academy and everything stopped. Twenty three was when Wei Ying met Lan Zhan.

Alpha Lan Wangji rapidly rose through the ranks of the Lan crime family to become its youngest enforcer, surpassing even his brother. He had a reputation for being cold and utterly unyielding. He did not make mistakes, and he didn’t forgive those who did. Of all the rules he followed, he was the most strict with himself about Rule Number 1: Never get attached. --- Wei Wuxian had been waiting for a chance to get Wen Chao outside of the main Wen compound in Nightless City. He lucked out when he discovered an exclusive club outside of Wen territory that the man frequented. The only problem was that the club was run by Hanguang-Jun, rumored to be the top enforcer of the Lan crime family, and it was nearly impossible to get in. The only people who were guaranteed admittance were VIPs (which Wei Wuxian was definitely not), or whichever omega Hanguang-Jun happened to be fucking that month. Wei Wuxian fit his general type, and decided to pose as the newest flavor on a night when the crime lord would be out of town and unable to verify his identity or not. Unfortunately, their intel was wrong. Hanguang-Jun was not out of town.

In the wake of the World Championships the previous year, where Lan Zhan had won silver to Wei Ying’s bronze, Wei Ying sees a video he isn’t supposed to see. It shouldn’t be a big deal—Wei Ying is the least judgmental person he knows. But now Lan Zhan is avoiding him. Even though they’ve been on the national team together for literally half their lives and there couldn’t be secrets after that, right? So naturally, Wei Ying has to get to the bottom of this. Sometimes with a little help from his friends. And sometimes, or maybe more than sometimes, through ice dance.

After being kicked out by the Jiangs, WWX is just trying to fly low, make rent and get by. Then he bowls over single dad!LWJ and things get complicated fast. 5+1 fateful meetings, with just a dash of angst for flavour, bc WangXian.

“You see, marriage is an important thing.” Wei Ying took a big gulp of his wine, then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robe. Lan Wangji thought about buying him a handkerchief. “Once you’ve decided on someone, you can’t go back on it. You’re stuck!” He was right, of course. Though what made him think Lan Wangji would ever marry someone he could not tolerate, he did not know. Lan Wangji had been doing nothing but giving rejections, after all. or, foxxian helps dragonji find a wife

Lan Wangji, the second son of an imperial official, aces his examinations with a bangyan 榜眼 (second place). Luck, however, is not on his side. Years ago, his father had unwisely offended a fellow official. Now risen to a position of power, this man has decided to take it out on Lan Wangji by sending him to a distant mountain village to serve as its magistrate. Unbeknownst to Lan Wangji, the village is under the protection of a local gang that has been protecting its people against brigands and wild mountain beasts for a long time. One misstep promptly sees him captured as a gift for their leader — the infamous Yiling Laozu.

“What is going on with y—“ Time freezes as soon as Wei Ying enters the prince’s quarters. It feels as though someone has taken a hammer to his ribs. Lan Zhan turns away, but it’s too late and the bruise on his cheek is too glaring to be missed. Wei Ying takes a hold of his chin, fingers trembling with repressed anger yet gentle on Lan Zhan’s skin. “Who did this?” he asks.

Lan Zhan decides that Wei Ying isn't allowed to come again until he gets permission. That doesn't mean they stop having sex.

Wei Ying is many things: a jiejie and a meimei, an expert cultivator in a field she’s been the first to advance in centuries, a sporty goth with a love of all things spicy, and, not that she views it as anything other than a social construct but it seems pertinent given current events, a virgin. She is also, officially as of last night, thirty years old. — or, a cherry magic au, but uwupussify it and make it double.

Lan Wangji wasn't privy to the conversations that took place among Yiling staff, but there was always an apologetic, tense edge to the tech's voice when someone else took over his missions. As if Wei Ying had put the fear of God into them if they let anything happen to Lan Wangji when Wei Ying was not personally available to oversee him. "Something like that," Mianmian told him. "Anyway, it's not like there's anything for either of you to be jealous over. None of the other agents prefer him."

Written for the MXTX Femslash Minibang 2022! Wherein a less biddable Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian demands a powerful cultivator as hostage as an assurance against being attacked, and LWJ volunteers; wherein Wei Wuxian develops a cultivation technique to transform resentful energy into renewed plant-life and uses Lan Wangji's spiritual energy to do so; wherein Wei Wuxian floats around in her open robes surrounded by her ghost girls until Lan Wangji can't contain herself.

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Lan Zhan has known for years that she’s gay, that this would mean something for her life, the shape it was going to have. So far, that was the same it's always been; her, by herself. That, she realizes, is how she assumed it would always be. Being gay was a part of her, but it was never something to be lived. Something she could live.

Wei Wuxian was just relaxing and eating some blackberries. How was he supposed to know he was "tresspassing"?

There's a beautiful couple on Mo Xuanyu's packed daily commute who are up to...some kind of kinky roleplay, he thinks. Mo Xuanyu keeps watching them, and then one day one of them looks back.

"This user would like a boyfriend." When Lan Zhan retweets a post, Wei Ying makes it his next mission to get Lan Zhan a boyfriend. Because he’s Lan Zhan’s BEST FRIEND, and that’s what BEST FRIENDS do.

'At first, Lan Wangji's dreams are the same as they have ever been. Memories of Wei Ying, his unconscious mind re-rehearsing the same events over and over again. But, slowly they begin to change, filtered through with the same silver-blue light that shines throughout the Cold Ponds. In these dreams, Wei Ying is not raving with madness, not close to death. He curls, small and broken, on a rock not unlike Lan Wangji’s own.' In seclusion, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian, and finds his way back to him.

The last two dozen messages in the thread had all been from Lan Zhan. Wei Ying, where are you? Wei Ying, please answer me. We have looked and we can’t find you. If you don’t want me to follow, I understand. Please tell me that you are safe. And then, three years ago: Wei Ying, I hope you are well. — The last Wei Ying saw of Gusu was a blue marble, perfectly round, shrinking into the darkness from below a shuttle window.

Everything about being at the Olympics was already weird, so Adachi thought he could be excused for forgetting it was also his birthday. He really didn't see any reason he couldn't have been on-call to make graphics for the live reporting team from his own apartment, but no. Here he is, in a foreign country, running errands and retrieving lost passes for the media team between occasionally being asked to do his actual job, and now he's hearing other people's thoughts? He only realizes what event they're attending when he gets out and sees… him. Smiling brighter than the sunshine glinting off the snow of the halfpipe behind him: Kurosawa Yuichi, Japan's winter sports darling and Adachi's most embarrassing celebrity crush.

With all that Sizhui’s grown and changed over the years, three things still stay the same: the way his cheeks round out when he laughs, the overflowing kindness of his heart, and the shit-eating grin he tries to pass off as an innocent smile right before getting himself into trouble.

“Hope you sell lots of flowers at the farmer’s market, Lan Zhan! I’m rooting for you!” Wei Ying yells from his bicycle as he waves goodbye one evening. He almost spills the hibiscus tea Lan Zhan gave him. Lan Zhan waves back and replies, “Don’t forget to use your headlights on the way home. Be safe, Wei Ying.” -- Lan Zhan runs a flower shop. Wei Ying is the local delivery boy. (Can I make it any more obvious.)

Wei Ying’s eyes are bright and his grin is manic as he holds out his hand to Lan Zhan and says breathlessly, “Run away with me and it’ll all make sense.” Lan Zhan slips his phone into the pocket of his sweats and takes Wei Ying’s hand. — The night Lan Zhan runs away with Wei Ying.

It is said that the Lans are cursed in love. They fall fast, they fall hard, they fall once and remain fallen for the rest of their lives. The truth is, in fact, much more horrible than that. The Lans are not, precisely, cursed in love. They are cursed in that they are given a choice. * There is a boy sneaking into the Cloud Recesses when he isn’t allowed.

Tonight, Lan Wangji gazed at him where he was sprawled against a gnarled tree. The moon illuminated those icy features, the stern eyes that had softened for him a few times—or maybe that, too, was his hunger-addled memory playing tricks. --- Two times Lan Wangji watched the moon with Wei Wuxian.