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“You should make a Tinder account for campaigning,” Nie Huaisang says. Wei Ying chokes out, “What?” “Sounds like an absolutely terrible idea,” Jiang Cheng says flatly. “No, it’s a great idea!” Nie Huaisang insists. “You just swipe right on everyone and then send them a message about how they should vote for you. You’re hot, Wei Ying! People will definitely match with you and then you can swoop in and hit them with the politics!” “I don’t even have Tinder,” Wei Ying protests. He’d downloaded the app in first year but had quickly deleted it after a girl responded to his message of wanna get a drink with yeah sure, what time? “That can be easily fixed,” Nie Huaisang says. — Wei Ying downloads Tinder to help him campaign for his student union election. He gets a little more than he bargained for.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, long-time friends who gradually lost touch with each other, accidentally find themselves on a date.

Wei Wuxian is the most popular witch in school. Well, maybe the only witch in school. And maybe not everyone likes him all that well. But he's got Lan Wangji! For now. That's all he needs, really. He just needs to keep it a little longer.

He can just look at a thing forever and always find something new to see, he thinks, watching him in his periphery. He feels a little twinge of envy for Lan Zhan’s patience, and whatever it is in his mind that keeps him engaged, looking closely. And more, there’s the familiar pulling feeling of wanting Lan Zhan’s eyes on him, as if he wishes he were a fine painting. Ridiculous, he tells himself, in Lan Zhan’s voice. Wei Ying & Lan Zhan take each other on a very long museum date.

here's my idea: modern cultivation au where they work for like, the government. lwj & wwx are not on the same night hunt team, but wwx gets enormous pleasure out of teasing lwj on base til his little ears get red. for some reason, they're put on together on an ad-hoc hunt

Wei Ying should never be late for his life drawing class because then he wouldn't be blindsided by the model. Especially not a model dressed like that...

“So, let me get this straight,” Wei Wuxian said through a mouthful of egg. “You’re an immortal dragon. Your name is Lan Zhan, courtesy name Lan Wangji, whatever that means—you don’t look like a Wangji—and I’ve been feeding you and bathing you and telling you my most embarrassing secrets for the past month?” Wei Wuxian’s past life comes home to roost when he finds a dragon at his door.

"Lan Zhan blinks rapidly, ripping his thoughts from the fantasy the way he might rip the sword from an opponent’s hand. None of this is especially shocking for Lan Zhan. He’s had plenty of fantasies about Wei Ying before. But the intensity. The way that he struggled to let this fantasy go once he’d thought of it, the way his cock is already full, pushing stubbornly against the inside of his pants... it’s as if he’s a hormonal teenager again. As if he’s being presented for the first time with a bouncing ponytail, a long red ribbon, gleaming silver eyes, a smile that takes his breath away, and an ass that begs for his hands. Wei Ying has always had a nice ass, and Lan Zhan has always wanted to tie Wei Ying to his bed and slap it until it burns red with his handprints. He can hear Wei Ying’s muffled sobs, feel how he would try to squirm away from the hits and then melt back into Lan Zhan’s hands, how he would scream when Lan Zhan finally parts his legs and sinks into his slick heat-- Well. The intensity is new." tl;dr: WangXian Sex Curse

He is not gone. Lan Wangji has to practice the thought sometimes. He is gone is a thought that he has worn into his being through years and years of tracing and retracing, and his mind flows easily into those hollowed lines the way water always finds its course. He has to step out of the house, out into the early morning, and think: He is not gone. Even though I cannot see him, he is not gone.

The text from Wei Ying stares at him accusingly from his lock screen. It’s eight in the morning; he’s been in bed longer than he should have been. Instead of getting up, Lan Wangji sets his phone back on the nightstand and rolls back over to face the wall. Morning sunlight filters into his bedroom, the crisp blue of his curtains throwing the whole room into a soft light. Across the room, his clock ticks—had it always been so loud? Lan Wangji wants to go pull the batteries out. \ Lan Wangji and the mortifying ordeal of being taken care of.

The first time, it was an accident. The second time... well, I really should have known better. HP/Fem!TR

Wei Ying grabs a pen from Lan Zhan’s desk, curling his legs into a lotus pose under the arms of the chair so he can easily spread the journal out across his lap. Even upside down, Lan Zhan can read his large, messy characters scrawled across the top: Lan Zhan + Wei Ying’s Rules for Dating. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

The guy’s car is that sort of vehicle that can fit few people but a lot of life garbage if you’re running away. He’s been shuttling between his house and the car for so long Wei Ying’s tea has gone cold and irrelevant. Everything seems insignificant now that Wei Ying has a human neighbour. And the guy just absolutely had to buy the house right next to Wei Ying's.

Sequel to "Sit down next to me" - if you haven't read this all you need to know is that Wei Ying thinks he is straight. He just really likes his best friend Lan Zhan. Who is incidentally a really great kisser. Who also made him come in his pants one time. Who also has a *really* big dick, which Wei Ying sucked one time, but, like, in an experimental way, not in a gay way. They are just really good friends, right? Lan Zhan is the best. Lan Zhan is crying inside. cw. Note the tags. Wei Ying has a relationship with Mianmian, Lan Zhan pines A LOT, but it is all happy Wangxian in the end. Coming to terms with being queer is lightly touched upon.

Exhausted from a busy cultivation conference, the last thing Lan Zhan needs is a man appearing out of thin air as he and his brother walk back to their hotel. Wei Wuxian isn't the first time traveler to appear in modern cultivation history, but that doesn't mean anyone knows how to send him back. As he helps them fill in gaps in the historical record - whether left by destruction or revisionism - Lan Zhan finds himself hoping that he'll stay. Even if there are things Wei Wuxian isn't telling him.

A ridiculous thought occurred to Lan Zhan. “...Wei Ying?” At his feet, the cat responded with an emphatic trilling noise and a little hop of excitement. Anyone who spent a prolonged amount of time with Wei Ying also found themselves regularly staring absurdity in the face. Lan Zhan had come to expect it, really, and very few things truly surprised him anymore. This, though… this was a new one.

(Despite the tags, this fic's genre is not really primarily horror. If you're on the fence because horror isn't really your thing, give it a shot!) "But when it is said that technology hates Lan Wangji, what is meant is technology sometimes ceases to work around him, often in dramatic fashion. This is a problem on an Antarctic research base where not only the research is facilitated by all sorts of impressive technological feats, but also the survival of the people inhabiting that base." Or, in which two resident scientist-mages in an Antarctic research base make their own problems, then try to solve them, but must first survive them.

what if lan wangji and wei wuxian were on one of those really packed slow trains leaving guangzhou during lunar new year. hard seat, 60 hours. bags everywhere. they are assigned the same seat bc lwj accidentally bought a fake ticket from a 黄牛... enemies to lovers...

The ocean was enormous. It felt bigger than anything Wei Wuxian had encountered before. Their first day in the tiny fishing village Lan Wangji wanted to revisit, Wei Wuxian walked right up to where the waves lapped against the rocky beach and stood as the spray splashed the front of his robes. One particularly large wave broke against a nearby rock and splattered his face. He licked the salt off his lips, laughing, and turned to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji stood a safe distance from the surf. He had one hand clutched tight around Bichen and the other resting on his hip. From this distance, he looked impassive, but Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji's eyes would be soft, watching him delight in this new experience. In his first life, Wei Wuxian had been the second-strongest swimmer in Yunmeng Jiang; he took to water as easily as he took to cultivating the sword. Now, in Mo Xuanyu's body, he struggled with both. He was determined to re-master his old skills. And what better time to do it than on his extended honeymoon with Lan Wangji?

A folk spirit roams the forests of Changchun, and Lan Wangji forgets his husband.

Wei Wuxian’s pretty practiced at waking up in the jingshi with a headache and a dry mouth. He could, he thinks with only a tiny edge of hysteria, compose a song about it for the next time. A little ditty for Lan Zhan to pluck out as Wei Wuxian comes back to consciousness. Lan Zhan’s always there, seated at his qin with his sleeves fanned out, playing that song. Always smiling, faint and warm like a spring breeze, at the very moment that Wei Wuxian claws into awareness.

They bring him in just before dawn. Wei Wuxian does not remember it, not really. He remembers nothing but pain.

Wherever you go, there you are. It's all about who goes with you.

“Sometimes I wish they were parabatai,” he admitted, “so they could see how they felt about each other.” Jiang Yanli snorted. It was a remarkably unladylike sound. “Even that would not be enough,” she said. “At this point, I’m not sure if A-Xian tattooing I LOVE YOU LAN ZHAN on his forehead would be enough.”

“I mean, this happens to you all the time, yeah? Getting yourself busted open. Stripping off half your clothes.” Shang Qinghua briefly taps Liu Qingge’s bare shoulder. “Are you just constantly suppressing your urge to mug down with people while they push your guts back in? Like, this is close. No one ever breathes in my ear.” They are close. Close enough for Liu Qingge to elbow Shang Qingua through a tree trunk. “Mu Qingfang is efficient. He doesn’t breathe on me.”

lan wangji and the mysterious case of his missing linens, featuring lwj himself (graduate student, victim of the crime), wwx (roommate/crush/suspect #1), and the linens thief

Jingyi makes a sympathetic sound. “I’ve got a buddy in one of the Hefei labs, and he says there’s some evidence to suggest that people stuck in limbo develop, like, whole new neural pathways. And you go in and out of it all the time, right, so who knows what your brain is up to.” His eyes light up. “Oh man, would you let me — ” “Obviously no,” Wei Ying says, voice flat. “But you’re close enough to right. I can keep you all safely in the level, but it’s tiring. I can’t be both dreamer and extractor.” “I’ll do it,” Lan Zhan cuts in, before Jingyi can protest or Wen Yuan can ask any further questions. “It’s not a problem.” “Are you sure?” Wen Yuan asks, brow furrowing. “If your sub-security picks up that Xian-gege doesn’t belong — ” “They won’t.” Wei Ying frowns. “Not for nothing, ge,” he says slowly, “but the last time we were in your dream together, I fell off a cliff.” Lan Zhan looks up and over at him. There is something in his eyes that Wei Ying can’t quite read: something fierce, and faraway. “I remember,” he says, voice quiet. “Do you?” - Wei Ying takes a dream heist job with an old friend.

Thinking about post canon wwx who still hasn’t quite figured out his feelings for lwj yet, getting notified through town gossip that Lwj was getting marriage and courting offers and that he actually ACCEPTED ONE and feeling unreasonably angry and storming to the cloud recesses.

“Did you break the ward to come in?” Lan Wangji asks, point-blank. He has his sword out and pointed at Wei Wuxian, no bothering with niceties like hello I’m Lan Wangji, and you are? Wei Wuxian eyes the sword, but doesn’t react. He keeps lazing back on the roof, casually drinking his wine, as if this is the usual way he meets new people. (And maybe it is! I don’t know your life, Wei Wuxian!) Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian meet on Season 8 of The Cultivation World. Ouyang Zizhen writes the recaps.

“New idea,” Jin Zixuan says, appearing out of nowhere as soon as Lan Zhan sets one foot in the door. “Garden landscaping—Yanli’s always complaining about how terrible and overgrown her backyard is. I could redo it, plant some flowers, maybe even dig a pond—” “Have you been lying in wait to ask me that all day?” Lan Zhan interrupts to ask. “Also: no. Do not dig Yanli a pond.” “Why not?” Jin Zixuan says. “Don’t you think it’s a good idea? Yanli’s always saying how much she misses the lake near her parents’ house—it would be a little piece of home!” Lan Zhan thinks of Wei Ying. He wonders if Wei Ying misses the lake too. Whether he might like a pond. — Jin Zixuan is hopeless when he has a crush. It turns out that Lan Zhan is even worse.