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The man standing at Lan Xichen’s side has Lan Wangji’s wintry gaze, but he’s far broader at the shoulders than Wei Wuxian remembers. Lan Wangji was always a pretty kid, but to look at him now, the depth of his beauty is nearly arresting. It would be too much for anyone to look at, but something about that frozen, distant expression on his face makes the beauty so sharp it cuts, turning it into something enticing, something Wei Wuxian wants to touch even if it hurts. … This is that same boy that yelled at him and bit him all those years ago?!

translucent chess sets with flowers/fauna in the pieces. Gorgeous

Lan Zhan is watching him with that faraway look that means his brain is ticking over something, making a decision of some kind. Wei Ying should leave before he decides—once Lan Zhan has put his mind to something, Wei Ying rarely has the power to stop him. But he’s too late. “Come inside,” Lan Zhan says.

A mostly dramaverse canon divergence from the Cloud Recesses study arc forward. Standard omegaverse dub con warnings apply. See each fic for more detailed warnings and let me know if something that needs to be tagged hasn't been tagged.

“That’s not all! Word has it that before Yiling Laozu died years ago, he cursed Hanguang-jun with his last breath.” “What was the nature of the curse?” “That he will find Hanguang-jun again in their next life, that they will meet again when they are reborn. Vengeance knows no bounds, and that vile Yiling Laozu is determined to not let Hanguang-jun out of his sight even in the afterlife!” - Lan Zhan starts having dreams about being loved by a stranger. Then, he is loved.

It’s fine. Lan Zhan is here with him. Lan Zhan is making a pocket for Wei Ying to stand inside so he can regain his composure. Lan Zhan is… reaching for the cup of wine that Jin Zixun is trying to hand to Wei Ying. In what is a clear case of Wei Ying’s patented One Shot Swallow trademark infringement, Lan Zhan throws back the cup, barely coughing, and hands it back.

Inquiry was taking the country by storm. People were fascinated by the true crime podcast: its approach to the Yiling Incident; the way it incorporated folklore and myth into its structure; the questions it raised. Wei Ying was more alarmed than fascinated, and he had some questions of his own: Who was Hanguang-jun? Why was Hanguang-jun covering an incident that had been laid to rest for over six years? And would Hanguang-jun identify him as central to the entire thing?

He arrived in Death still kneeling, and caught his shijie’s spirit as it began to float past. Gathering her back up into his arms, he held her spirit to him as closely as he did her body in Life. The Dead he had summoned began to slowly surround him and he stood, struggling under the extra weight, though his shijie was small and slight. She opened her eyes at the motion, and though nightmares encircled them, she did not look afraid. “A-Xian,” she breathed, and smiled. *** In which Wei Wuxian, talented necromancer, Yiling Patriarch, Lord of the Dead, doesn't let half his family die in his arms.

“Good morning, Wei Ying.” Wei Ying groaned at the words, pulled the thin blanket over his head and pretended to still be asleep. Lan Zhan’s soft chuckle was easily heard through the material and Wei Ying peered out from beneath the sheet, his breath catching at the sight of Lan Zhan’s serene smile. “Is it not?” Lan Zhan asked, standing and making his way towards Wei Ying. He held his hand out and lifted a brow — Wei Ying sighed heavily, though he stretched his own arm out and accepted the help. “No mornings are good mornings,” Wei Ying said, yawning as he braced himself upright, Lan Zhan’s hand still wrapped around his own. “The only good mornings are the ones that have made it to noon.”

The last time Wei Ying had seen him, it was raining, the streets molten silver under the moonlight. By the time he had filled his trunk with suitcases and boxes, he was soaked through, fighting a bone-deep chill that would follow him for months later. He had watched Lan Zhan in his rearview mirror for as long as he could, as if he had to commit this to memory.

An afternoon at the archery range, and the start of something new.

so apparently, and this is even funnier than i thought, grievous canonically DOESN’T know palpatine is sidious, but the writing simply does not care about grievous so much that this isn’t obvious unless you read some novelisation or other. grievous canonically does not know what the fuck is going on. he is not invested in the true sith scheme AND he isn’t a coherent separatist he really simply is just here to kill those fuckin jedi. and dooku had to keep him around for three fucking years solely because he was reliably comically bad at his job. in fact the ONLY way dooku could have possibly micromanaged this war as canon claims he does is because he could absolutely predict the degree to which grievous would be comically bad at his job also you know how grievous messed up and disobeyed orders like… every other tcw ep? imagine if he just killed the chancellor when he tried to kidnap him before the start of rots. imagine if he went back to dooku and was like okay i couldn’t manage to capture the chancellor but i killed him so there’s that! yay killing and violence! also the republic will be in chaos now, which you will obviously be happy about, my separatist leader! how would dooku even respond to that. where could he possibly go from there

TV Show where contestants had to bring their most impressive stolen item, woman stole everyone's girlfriends. Funny.

A team of interstellar researchers, a spaceship crew, and the time they spend together. Lan Zhan knows almost nothing about this Captain Nie, or his crew, but he does know Dr. Luo. And if she is willing to put her trust in Captain Nie and his deteriorating deathtrap of a spaceship, then Lan Zhan will follow suit. Not that it really matters—their team is stuck travelling with these people for the next year regardless of what he thinks.

By five-thirty in Cloud Recesses’s evening cycle by the imperial clock, little Lan Wangji has been fitted with his first pair of gloves and is introduced to the experience of confinement. It will not be his last encounter with the concept.

You were born angry, they say. You weren’t. You were born free. Your anger is because people keep trying to make that a lie. Twins run in the Skywalker line. Anakin has a sibling. Some things change - and some don't.

Wei Wuxian hovers, lingering by the privacy screen, as if the distance between it and the bathtub is a ravine he should not cross. “You want me to…” “My hair,” Lan Wangji says, stilted. Almost as awkward as Wei Wuxian feels. “Please.” “You don’t have to say please,” Wei Wuxian tells him, absurdly. “That’s not — that’s not what I’m here for.” “Then tell me what you are here for.” He sees, rather than feels, himself freeze: his hand coming up two inches short of touching the soap, his chest stilling as the breath catches in his lungs. To cheat you, he thinks. To lie to you. “To help you.” (Or: an heir, an outcast, and three conspiracies.)

“So,” Wei Wuxian says brightly, as he and Lan Wangji stand on the sidewalk and stare at the formerly bus-occupied curb. “This is kinda bad.” Lan Wangji turns around and gives him a look that says, 'I am way too classy to tell you to shut up, but it is a near thing.' * After being accidentally left behind during a truck-stop bathroom break, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji join forces to make it back to their tour bus in one piece.

from: trent.crimm@theindependent.co.uk to: lassoteed@yahoo.com subject: Re: what the heck spell check Coach Lasso, I can assure you that my transfer has nothing to do with your club's relegation, nor is there anything that Richmond has done in error. Rather, I have spoken with my editors and we’ve agreed that this is the most appropriate course of action. I wish you all the best in the season. -Trent Crimm +44 3032 723956 trent.crimm@theindependent.co.uk The Independent Northcliffe House 2 Derry St London W8 5TT UK

Oh boy. Do I have a story for you�� So this is the iconic and beloved clock of Moszkva square in Budapest, Hungary. Or more precisely it was. It was a very popular meeting point for generations.

She’d thought the name Yiling Laozu was strange when she’d seen it on her signup sheet, although she’d mostly hoped that her opponent would...actually be Chinese, with a nickname like that. When the name is called by the referee, Lan Zhan wonders again the kind of person who would choose that name. Then she looks up, and her mind stops. Or rather, her mind immediately travels back thirteen years to when she’d last seen Wei Ying’s face. When she was sixteen, despite her best efforts, Lan Zhan fell in love with an infuriating visiting student at her kung fu school. When she’s 29, Lan Zhan meets Wei Ying again, and she realises that there are some things that haven’t changed.

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Wei Wuxian's 3-point plan for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics goes something like this: Win a medal, Go to that hot spring with the monkeys, Stop being in love with his best friend (maybe by having hot victory sex with his seven (7!!) IOC-issued condoms).

A-Ming shifted her grip on her knees. “If I’m good, I can stay?” “You do not have to be good,” said Lan Zhan. “That’s true,” Wei Wuxian said, smiling. “I’m almost always terrible.” She slowly lifted her head to glance at him. Wei Wuxian held out his hand, and she took it hesitantly and reached for Lan Zhan’s on the other side. Unable to hug her knees anymore, she let down her guard. “We’re all gonna be together?” she asked. “Yeah, we’ll be together.” Wei Wuxian squeezed her hand. “Promise.” -- On the way back from their honeymoon, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get tangled up in a night hunt and somehow end up with a small child. As their new daughter learns what it means to belong to a family, they are both forced to confront the ghosts of their own pasts.

Two planets and what seems like six lifetimes later, Wei Ying thinks he’s still floating. It’s not that he does nothing! He works part-time at a private cultivation school on the outskirts of Caiyi, and tutors students regularly, and picks up substitute jobs at the public schools whenever he can. He has a slightly haunted apartment. He messages Wen Qing and Wen Ning on Yiling all the time and his sister calls him once a month if the intersystem voicecomms are working. He stays busy. Only sometimes, in his dreams, he sees Yunmeng as if from a shuttle window; the cloudy blue sphere receding into the dark expanse of space as they pull away.

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Wangji risks a glance across the aisle; Wei Ying’s gaze is tilted down to his book, a model of diligence. But he’s smiling as he writes, and when his eyes flick over to Wangji’s, just for a second, they’re alight with something beautiful. This is love, Wangji realizes, right then. This is what it feels like. It's happening afresh even as it dawns on him. He copies the next line wrong, and the next.

Lan Zhan is the best man in Wei Ying’s wedding. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Lan Zhan has been his best friend — more than his best friend, his best everything — ever since they were young. Wei Ying would’ve felt weird if Lan Zhan wasn’t right there with him, on this day that everyone kept telling him was going to be the happiest and most special day of his life. * The story of two people who are each other's everything, slowly figuring it out.

This fic came out of a conversation with @wwxsays_er around the idea that Lan Wangji is terribly conventional and rule-bound, right up until the moment any of those rules and conventions get in the way of him getting to fuck Wei Ying. Then there is only one thing on his agenda. Lan Zhan does not like Wei Ying (Wei Ying thinks), but they are study partners. Lan Zhan is way hornier than anyone would suspect. In the quiet of the library things get a little frisky.

Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue. Conversely: Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.