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Gravel crunches under his soles; so familiar that he knows instantly that he’s walking along the paths of Cloud Recesses, near the back wall. "Lan Wangji!" Wei Ying hears and his breath catches in his throat. That voice. "Are you here to look at the moon?" Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

"Pop some bread in the toaster for me?” Wei Ying asks. Lan Zhan has one, a chrome thing with dials and buttons. A pause. “This isn’t a relationship,” Lan Zhan says. Wei Ying blinks. It’s such an incongruous thing to say. At first his brain says, that must be code. It’s almost like listening to two spies talk in a drama. The handler would say something like ‘the duck swims at midnight,’ and the spy would say, ‘purple is the loveliest colour’ and they’d both nod to each other and know that the prime minister was about to be assassinated, or something. That’s all he can think of, at first. Because of course this isn’t a relationship? This was a fun night. So Lan Zhan must be saying this for a reason. There’s some response he’s supposed to make now, but he’s lost the script if he ever had it. “Okay…” he says. Then it clicks. Lan Zhan means: you should leave. --- Maybe Wei Ying shouldn't have hooked up with his hot neighbour two days into his exchange semester, but everyone makes choices in life.

“I’ve just always had really bad luck with dating!” Wei Ying said, smiling into the camera as though inviting others in on a joke. “People think I’m too much. So when I saw the show the first time, it was like, ‘Hey! Maybe this is it! With the whole pod thing, they don’t have to get so much of me all at once. And maybe then—” he paused, letting himself go a little doughy for the cameras, “—maybe then I can find love.” -------- A Love Is Blind AU, where wangxian are weirdo4weirdo and fall in love at first pod.

So all the recent past peak lord (plus Luo Binghe) meetings have gone quite passively, in Shen Qingqiu’s humble opinion. No fights that have broken out, no arguments over “the rights [Binghe] has over touching Shen Qingqiu” (thanks, everyone, he sure loves it when his martial family decides to insert their input on his marital happenings), no swords drawn for more than ten seconds. They’re doing spectacularly, and Shen Qingqiu means this in all seriousness. Even Shang Qinghua agrees! The peak lords are all coming together to work efficiently and effectively, even if it means they have to put up with Luo Binghe’s clinginess for a sichen or two every other month. Of course, this is where it tends to fall apart.

Lan Wangji is a normal teenage boy. He goes to school, does his homework, yearns for the most beautiful boy in the world, and tries his best not to get caught with his heart wide open. --- A series of shorts following Lan Wangji as he navigates the rough waters of being young and in love.

Tumblr post: tragedy happens because the wrong people are in the wrong story. Me: So you're saying.... a/b/o imperial drama novel tragic side character LWJ transmigrates into het ceo romance novel tragic side character LWJ? Tumblr post: ....... Most recent tweet in thread: https://twitter.com/enigmatree/status/1522033219931197440

[Self-Saving System Activated! You will be now returned to your original starting position.] Shen Qingqiu dies and gets a second chance and decides to try a different approach.

Wei Wuxian has been happily married for fifteen years when his life comes to a crashing end. But he planned for this! He has an emergency talisman for just such an occasion, which should allow him to go back and fix the situation that killed him. Just one complication… Lan Wangji won’t let him go alone. An answer to: “What if Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had the chance to do it all over again, knowing what they know? How far would they go?” This story is a low-conflict multicanon time-travel fixit that serves as a 50k denouement for The Untamed. Complete! Now with bullet point extras!

“It is hard to write a beautiful song. It is harder to write several individually beautiful songs that, when sung simultaneously, sound as a more beautiful polyphonic whole.” (John Rahn) In music, counterpoint is the relationship between two or more musical lines that are independent melodies, yet harmonically interdependent. Lan Wangji, the principal cellist in his orchestra, finds himself performing JS Bach’s Art of Fugue with a student string quartet one semester and falls in love with the ways his life intersects with that of the lead violinist. Wei Wuxian, a composition major, finds himself echoing that sentiment, and their story takes on all the complexity and fascination of the very fugues they are learning.

“Is it your birthday?” A single bolt of fear cracks through Wei Wuxian; if he’d somehow lost track of days, as he’s wont to do, and hadn’t done anything for — “Our anniversary?” “Of sorts,” Lan Wangji says quietly. — It’s a day of celebration in the Cloud Recesses.

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right. A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past. Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

If Wen Qing had realized sooner that she wasn’t in the afterlife or hallucinating, but had actually traveled back in time, she’d have done things differently. There’d have been less murder, for one thing.

The long transition from Bing-ge to Bing-mei as observed by one very confused transmigrator turned reluctant courtesan.

Since I saw a gifset of drunk WWX I've been thinking about what kind of drunks wangxian are, so: POV you are in the all-gender bathroom at a club trying to get a stain out of your shirt when an insanely beautiful guy with an easy grin and a wicked tattooed undercut walks in

Read somewhere you should treat yourself like a beloved pet so I took myself on a walk during lunch and after a hard work thing I told myself good job and now I’m eating a treat. 10/10 would recommend

The biggest mistake in song lyrics I ever made was in 2004 "The Best Day of My Life" by Jesse McCartney Lyric: she pulled out a pen and surprised me when she wrote her number on my hand Me, singing: she pulled down her panties and surprised me when she rode a number on my hand

YOU KNOW WHAT, Lan Qiren, former international chess champion, playing low-key games in the park with friends and nephews until one fucking day Wei fucking Wuxian sits down opposite him.

*kissing a chef to see what all the fuss is about*

modern cultivation #wangxian au where the lan forehead ribbon is a necklace. it's enchanted against damage, but one day LWJ's necklace breaks on a night-hunt. The broken spell is unpredictable, so LXC advises LWJ to find a professional to fix it. the professional is, ofc, WWX. Last tweet in thread: https://twitter.com/FriedJingyi/status/1490296393982156802

Crypto currency breakdown --- Yep, that’s why cryptocurrency and NFTs are considered major contributors to pollution – because the energy needs of all those computers doing the calculation are equivalent to a medium sized country. Currently, crypto consumes more energy than Argentina.

Wei Wuxian looks like he spends all his time trying to figure out exactly what Lan Xichen’s wonderful, brilliant, and thoroughly exasperating little brother wants, and every time he sees him, Lan Xichen has to fight to urge to say, “He wants you to tell him.”

Wei Ying leaves, and Lan Zhan has to stay. Wei Ying leaves, and Lan Zhan has to stay. Wei Ying leaves, but he's always come back. Until this time he doesn't. - A sci-fi cultivation AU set after the Wen have attacked.

For two months, the stolen ship's crew is just Lan Wangji and her helpful ship AI, Wei Wuxian. (They fall in love.)

The room was quiet before, and it’s quiet again now. The scuff marks on the floorboards are unchanged; Lan Zhan never was here, after all. Wei Wuxian gapes in the wake of his absence, wine-stupid. “Lan Zhan?” he tries, as if the name is an incantation. Nothing happens. There are drunken visions and then there’s the perfect tenor of Lan Zhan’s low voice, the arches of his cheekbones. There’s wishful thinking and then there’s— (In which that mountaintop "Wei Ying" isn't exactly real, Wei Wuxian goes looking for Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji's memories come looking for Wei Wuxian.)

There is a painting of Wei Wuxian in the Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian has no idea how it got there, and even less idea of why it is, specifically, in Lan Wangji's room. ---------- After waking up in Mo Xuanyu's body and being unceremoniously dragged to the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian makes a discovery. (or: wwx and his cloud recesses shenanigans)

Lan Zhan graciously allows Wei Ying to curate their study playlist, and to play it on the nice speaker that rests on his desk and never reaches above a polite, neighborly volume. It's tough sometimes, because it's pretty similar to the makeout mix Wei Ying would make if they made out with each other: Lo-fi indie and trip-hop with some nice, slow bass, enough to set a mood without distracting from the task at hand. But it remains strictly a study playlist as they sit close together on Lan Zhan's twin-sized dorm bed, only by virtue of Wei Ying's disregard for the concept of personal space between friends and Lan Zhan's patient indulgence of it. Wei Ying had even fallen asleep on Lan Zhan's shoulder once in middle of writing a midterm paper and Lan Zhan didn't bother waking him. He rode that high for months.

New Year's resolution to rec fic monthly instead of just at the end of the year, let's go! January 2022 - fic I read

Wei Wuxian sits down next to Lan Wangji, sliding until their thighs touch. Lan Wangji passes him his bowl of breakfast and spoon and Wei Wuxian digs in, humming after his first few bites. Lan Wangji appreciates how clearly Wei Wuxian allows Lan Wangji to perceive when he is pleased. Lan Wangji had worried, at first, that he would not know how best to be good to Wei Wuxian, that Wei Wuxian was used to accepting so little without complaint. He didn’t want things to be adequate. He wanted to make Wei Wuxian’s life everything he deserves. But Wei Wuxian does his best to leave Lan Wangji with no doubt. It is like the bunnies, in some ways; a happy Wei Wuxian will lie flat, will reveal his vulnerable underbelly.

They started working that afternoon at Wei Ying’s office, where the atmosphere was charged enough. There’s always been a vibe between them, but since they began work on Lan Zhan’s latest project, there have been… new provocations. Questions from Wei Ying. Moony looks. Alternating wide-eyed fluster and a new kind of prurient interest at dick descriptors.

Chen Wo isn’t worried when Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian disappear into the lower fields, following the growls of a fierce corpse. Or rather, Qingyang isn’t worried, so there’s no reason he should be, either. Even after five years of marriage, Chen Wo still feels, most days, like he doesn’t know very much at all about Qingyang’s former world. But he knows his wife. She points the way, and he follows. It’s the simplest thing there is. (Or: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji make one more stop at Luo Qingyang's home before their journey to the Burial Mounds, and her husband reflects on the world she left behind.)