I enjoy the idea of little a-yuan calling Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian mommy because of this specific scene i picture:
A-yuan, lost in a crowd:*crying* mommy!
A cultivator passing by: oh are you lost? Let me help you find your mother, what does she look like?
Wei Wuxian emerging from the crowd, in all his tall, intimidating, masculine man glory: oh a-yuan there you are! Mommys here don’t worry
The cultivator, who saw Wei Wuxian fight in the war and heard all the story’s and rumors about him: …
You’d think there would be tons of rumors after that but the cultivator knows that if they told anyone the fearsome Yiling Patriarch, who killed 5,000 wen cultivars single handed in the war and is now considered to be the new #1 threat to public, is called mommy by his child (where did he even get a child?!?) he would never be believed
tell us about the phoenix mountain kiss in the aged up jingyi au omg
When Lan Jingyi asked his parents to bring him to the hunt at Baifengshan, he hadn’t been expecting anything but monsters, ghouls, and other dark creatures to ambush him while the hunt was going on.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to run across Jin Zixuan, who was trying his best to woo Maiden Jiang (Jingyi and Jueying fled from the scene of that disaster as soon as they stumbled upon it—it was just too painful to look at) or an irate Madam Jin, who was either a) avoiding her lout of a husband or b) stalking her would-be daughter-in-law through the forest. But more shocking still was the spectacle that greeted Lan Jingyi further into the forest, after he and Yingying left the rest of the Lan delegation and ventured off to hunt on their own.
And it happened because Shufu went hunting on that side of the mountain not long before they arrived; and, more importantly, because Shufu followed Wei Wuxian to the grove of trees he was napping in instead of participating in the hunt.
“Tian ah,” Jueying gasps, as Shufu pins Wei-qianbei’s hands to the branch beneath his head and kisses him as if both their lives depended on it. “I knew it! I knew Zhan-shushu liked him! I’m going to go tell Ba.”
Lan Jingyi groans and covers his eyes before taking shelter in a convenient barberry bush. “Jueying, hush,” he says in despair. “It’s bad enough when we see Baba and Fuqin kissing, and Fuqin never kisses Ba like that. Oh, I can’t look.”
“I can,” his sister exclaims, before wincing at whatever their lawless Zhan-shufu had done to poor Wei-qianbei now. “Ge, that tree limb can’t be comfortable for Senior Wei. Should we say something?”
“Of course we should! Promiscuity is forbidden. Undertaking amorous acts without permission is also forbidden!” Jingyi wails. “What is Shufu doing? Senior Wei doesn’t even know who kissed him!”
It is at that moment—when Jingyi’s voice cracks in distress, as if he were still a boy of fourteen—that their uncle freezes, and looks around in sheer dread at the two small figures hiding behind the bushes.
Jueying waves. Jingyi only groans again, sinking further out of his Shufu’s line of sight, and refuses to move until a large hand grabs him by the back of his coat and hauls him out of the clearing.
“Shufu, let go,” Jueying complains, after Senior Wei is out of earshot. “I need to tell Baba that he was right about you and Wei-qianbei. Are you two going to get married now?”
Shufu sighs and puts her down. “You must not say a word to Brother. Or to anyone else,” he says, blinking his red-rimmed eyes until a tear runs down his cheek. “I have erred, and there is no denying it. When we return to the Cloud Recesses, I will confess my misdeeds and submit to punishment.”
Jingyi pales. "No, Shufu! You can’t. Baba changed the rules about physical discipline, but the punishment for breaking the sixty-seventh precept is still the same!”
“As it should be. I have committed a grave offense against Wei Ying and set a poor example for the two of you. Twenty strikes with the bastinado is the least punishment I am owed, for that.”
His hand twitches toward Bichen, as if he had thought of unsheathing the sword and striking something with it. “We should go back to find Brother and xiongfu, for I—I cannot remain here any longer. Wei Ying and the Jiang delegation are not far away, and I fear that I would lose my composure if Wei Ying were to come across me now.”
“You can go wherever you please, but I’m not going anywhere,” Jueying says testily. “Shufu, stop pulling. Aren’t you going to say something to Wei-qianbei?”
Zhan-shufu looks absolutely miserable. “What could I possibly tell him, now that I have disgraced myself and profaned our friendship? If he knew that I was the one who set upon him, he would—”
“You’re supposed to tell him that you care for him!” Lan Jueying snaps. “What else could you say?”
“Oh, no. Does that mean you only want to kiss him?” Jingyi laments, putting his head in his hands. “Wei-qianbei’s going to be heartbroken, Uncle. I thought you wanted to marry him.”
“I do want to marry him!” Shufu retorts. “I bound his wrist with my mo’e in Lan Yi’s cave, and every day was like a death to me when he went missing after Lotus Pier was attacked—I would bow three times with him this very day if he returned my feelings, but he does not, and I...”
He lets out a shout and draws Bichen, cutting a nearby tree in half before chopping the fallen branches to shreds. Jueying squeals and leaps out of the way, dragging Lan Jingyi along with her; and a few minutes later, Ba and Father wander onto the scene with the baby twins in their arms, staring at Zhan-shufu in astonishment as he brings another innocent tree to the ground.
“A-Zhan,” Baba coughs at last, for want of anything else to say. “Didi. What in heaven’s name are you doing?”
Zhan-shufu drops his sword and falls to his knees, distraught.
“Xiongzhang, I beg of you not to ask. I have committed a grave sin, and when we return home, I—”
“He kissed Wei-qianbei. Without asking,” Jueying interrupts. “Wei-qianbei was blindfolded, and I don’t think he knew that Shufu was the one who kissed him.”
“Oh. Oh, dear,” Baba murmurs, after a brief pause. “Is this true, Wangji?”
Shufu looks as if he might cry. “It is.”
“And, ah...what are the nature of your feelings towards Young Master Wei? Was it only impulse that drove you to kiss him? Or should I look into a marriage arrangement with Yunmeng Jiang?”
“I would ask, if I thought the proposal would be well received.” Some of the color seems to be coming back to Zhan-shufu’s face. “But, Brother—as my zongzhu, I pray you, do not let my transgression be known to the rest of the clan. I will face discipline, as I should, but no word of the reason should reach Wei Ying. If he knew that I was the one who seized him, it would break his heart.”
“I still think that kissing without confessing would break it even more,” Jueying says mutinously, crossing her arms over her chest. “How would you feel if your sworn zhiji kissed you and then ran away without a word? Wei-qianbei even knows what your incense smells like, so he’s sure to find out it was you.”
“Yingying, one moment.” Father narrows his eyes and turns to Zhan-shushu. “So you would ask for Wei Wuxian’s hand in marriage if you thought he might accept you?”
Shufu bows his head. “En, I would. I have already said so.”
Baba lifts baby Yunhua up to his face to hide his smile. “You love him, then? As one would love a spouse and partner in cultivation?”
“Yes. With all my heart.”
Father makes a strange sound that might have been a shriek of laughter.
“Very good, didi,” he chokes. “Now turn around.”
Zhan-shushu, Jueying, and Jingyi all turn around in unison.
Wei-qianbei is standing behind them, gazing at Zhan-shufu with his whole heart shining in his eyes.
“Lan Zhan,” he whispers, trembling from head to foot. “Lan Zhan, you—did you mean it?”
Luckily, Jingyi does not witness what happens between them next, because Fuqin whisks him up onto Baxia and back to the rest of the Lan juniors before Shufu can say another word. Baba follows with Ying-meimei, laughing softly under his breath; and a little while later, they alight next to Shugong, who takes one glance at the look on Baba’s face and throws up his hands in resignation.
“Well?” he sighs, taking little Yunhai from Father’s arms and kissing his button nose. “Out with it, Xichen. What has Wangji done now?”
“Nothing much,” Baba beams. “But when you see him next, I think Zhanzhan will be bringing back a husband.”
Shugong pinches the bridge of his nose.
“He is your brother, after all,” he mutters. “So be it, then. I don’t know what else I expected.”
Baba’s eyes are sparkling. “Mm, quite. Now let’s catch some yaoguai before the sun sets, or we’ll fall behind in the rankings. Come along, A-Yi.”
Jingyi follows with Jueying at his heels, hoping against hope that the next hours of the hunt will not bring more encounters with couples caught up in ill-advised kisses; but he spends those two shichen trailing after his parents, so his hopes are dashed. Again.
you, whose heart would sing of anarchy by doodlebutt
you, whose heart would sing of anarchy
by doodlebutt
T, 9k, zhuiyi
Summary: Sizhui kept breaking the rules. Jingyi kept losing the ability to think.
Presumably, these two facts were connected in some way.
(or: five times Jingyi watched Sizhui break the rules, and one time he did something about it)
My comments: My new favorite tag is #sizhui has full custody of the brain cell; and also the tag #rule breaking as a love language is a particularly apt summary of the entire lovely story (where each chapter title gives denotes a rule).
Excerpt: [It is beautifully written!]
"What did you wish?" asked Sizhui in a whisper.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," Jingyi replied, and he meant it to come out as a tease, but instead his own whisper matched Sizhui's in its reverence -- for the stars, for this moment, for something else entirely. He wasn't even sure if he knew himself what he'd wished for. It was a wish that had no name, like so many other things that had happened to him tonight. He didn't want to examine it too closely.
post canon, adorable juniors, zhuiyi, oblivious lan jingyi, background wangxian, POV lan jingyi, breaking rules as a love language, friends to lovers, hurt lan sizhui, idiots in love, at least one of them is an idiot, thick-as-a-brick lan jingyi bless his heart, hurt lan jingyi, feelings realization, first kiss, rule breaking, gusu lan rules, getting together, fluff, soft, sweet, light angst, mild hurt/comfort, lan forehead ribbons, 5+1 things, pining, sizhui has full custody of the brain cell, @wei--wuxian
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“Jingyi, you don’t have to- ah-,” Zewu Jun gasped as Lan Jingyi continued licking, trying to find the courage to take him in.
Shyly, Lan Jingyi looked up, Zewu Jun’s cock still in his hand.
“I want to,” he breathed softly.
It's fun being able to illustrate my own fics :D This one is set after the end of mo dao zu shi, Lan Xichen is in hiding, suffering from a broken heart, when Lan Jingyi is sent to ease it... You can tell what ends up happening :3
I just recently finished the epilogue of the fic, read it here!
"I told you the place was haunted!!" "It's not you're just scared." W/ Jin Ling & Lan Jingy
Thanks for the prompt nonny!
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“Remind me why we are doing this again?” Lan Jingyi asked his companion, phone clutched tightly in front of him - the device’s flashlight illuminating the open front doorway of a decrepit old building.
His companion, Jin Ling, rolled his eyes. “Because, and I quote “Sizhui is off doing cool ghostly stuff with his cool zombie uncle. I want to do cool ghostly stuff too! Jin Ling lets go explore that haunted house!” His voice took on a mocking falsetto.
Jingyi grumbled, “I do not sound like that, Young Mistress!”
The two stepped over the threshold revealing a short hallway with doorways leading left and right. Layers of dust and cobwebs covered most surfaces, in the beam of the phone’s flashlight dust particles could be seen floating through the air.
“Good thing this place doesn’t have a second floor,” Jingyi noted moving the light around. “We don’t have to worry about things crashing through the floor from above.”
Jin Ling rolled his eyes again, “Yeah, because we just blatantly ignored the signs that said this place was ‘condemned and is structurally unsafe.’”
Saying that Jin Ling took out his own phone and turned the flashlight on, moving to explore one of the rooms.
“Hyee!” Jingyi squealed.
Jin Ling jumped. “What!”
“I just saw something move, in that room!” He pointed to the room Jin Ling was about to enter.
“Might have been a cat or something,” Jin Ling noted, moving to enter the room. His flashlight illuminated every corner, but the room was empty.
“Huh. It’s empty,” he told the other boy who was clutching the back of his shirt with a vice grip.
“But I swear I saw something,” Jingyi said petulantly. “What if this place really is haunted?” He gasped.
“Do you want to back out?” Jin Ling deadpanned.
“No,” Jingyi shook his head, “let’s keeps going.”
They exit the hallway into a large open area; an open kitchen was to the right, a dining room to the left and a large living area came off the kitchen. Aside from the dining table and chairs there was no other furniture around.
The boys moved to the centre of the three rooms and Jingyi felt a heavy presence above his head. Choking on a lungful of air he fumbled his flashlight above his head and felt a cold sensation dump him from the top of his head to his toes when he saw what was coming out of the ceiling.
Long black hair was snaking from a huge crack in the ceiling. It seemed to be moving, wriggling above their heads.
He squeezed Jin Ling’s arm, tugging sharply. “See! I told you this place is haunted.” He tucked his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You’re just scared,” Jin Ling scoffed pointing his flashlight up as well. “See, it’s just the roots of some plant growing in the roof.”
“Wasn’t like that a second ago.”
“Sure.” Jin Ling wasn’t about to admit it, but his heart was still palpitating wildly in his chest. “Have you had enough ghostly ‘exploring’ yet? There’s nothing here.”
Jingyi wanted to show a brave face but he felt he had gained sufficient experience tonight. Nodding to Jin Ling the two turned around and they came face to face with a frightening sight.
Two large dark eyes stared at them from a ghastly pale face shadowed by long black hair; the mouth seemed to open unnaturally wide in a silent scream. The figure was covered in chains and ragged black clothing.
Screaming themselves Jingyi and Jin Ling jostled each other as they hightailed it for the front entrance. Getting to their bikes outside the two pedalled away as fast as they could, not looking back.
Back inside the house another teenage boy poked his head around a doorway inquisitively. “Uncle Ning, what was all that noise? It sounded like Jingyi and Jin Ling?”
The dark figure, Wen Ning, blinked and cocked his head “Ah, Yuan. I think I just frightened your friends.”
Lan Sizhui smiled, “I’ll be sure to apologise to them later.”
Wen Ning stepped further inside the living room to stand under the crack in the ceiling, “Time to lay this ghost to rest, Yuan.”
The boys face turned serious and he pulled an item out of his bag, other hand poised above it.
What are your thoughts on how the Lan juniors would be in the Star Trek AU? Especially interested in how you end up with Vulcan Jingyi lmao…
Hmmm.
Discovery has set a precedent of Vulcans adopting children from other species, and while I think most of Discovery's worldbuilding is dumb, I like that detail. This would be what happens with Sizhui. I think if I kept Wen Ning and Wen Qing as Vorta though, that it wouldn't work to keep Sizhui a Wen. It would make the most sense for Sizhui to be a Romulan, but the Romulans were in the side of the Federation during the Dominion war, so Idk how to make the Wen sibs also Romulans. I think a Sizhui focused AU would probably have to be set during one of the times that Romulus and the Federation are at war for the beats to work.
Jingyi I think is a particularly smug and blunt Vulcan, and we haven't actually seen any teenage Vulcans in trek, I don't think, so perhaps Jingyi's enthusiasm and energy has to do with immaturity. Either that or Jingy has Vulcan tourettes, and a popular accommodation for this is to encourage a career that has them working closely with more emotional species, so that they fit in better.
Jin Ling is difficult because I am loving the idea of Cardassian Jins BUT Cardassian Jiangs doesn't work and the idea that golden boy Zixuan would have parentally sanctioned marriage with a non Cardassian is hard to make work. So idk. Because post Dominion War, Jin Guangyao making a big public spectacle out of raising her brother's orphan as a way to encourage society to reject the stigma usually applied to orphans, at least for those whose parents were killed by the Dominion, is Good. But like I said that kind of messes up the Jiangs.
Jingi is problematic as he lansplains to Jiang Cheng about his own weapon, thereby exercising cultural imperialism on a clan more heavily damaged by genocide than his own
this is exactly what DILF Lan Qiren said to him when they got home
it was Wei Wuxian's idea to go out with his partner, but at the last moment they crossed paths with Lan Sizhui, who was in company of both the youths, Jin Ling and Lan Jingy, who were having some type of small argument, nothing out of the ordinary for them, and suddenly out of the bloom they all ended up going out and spending the afternoon together.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, your forehead ribbon seems to be falling off.” He said, directing his hand towards Lan Wangji's face pointing at the white ribbon.
Lan Wangji didn't say a word, on the contrary, he let his forehead ribbon fall onto Wei Wuxian's hand, it seemed as if it was magic on the way the ribbon had wrapped around his arm so naturally.
Wei Wuxian's eyes were wide with surprise, and he smiled quietly; Lan Wangji, on the other hand, appeared tired. Wei Wuxian extended his palm, still holding the ribbon, to Lan Wangji's cheek; his skin was chilly and solid, perhaps from the time he had spent fighting the air.
“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian's gaze softened as he caressed the other cheek.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Lán Jǐngyí, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Little Apple
Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán & Lán Jǐngyí & Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī
Additional Tags: Comfort No Hurt, Romantic Fluff, No Angst, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet, Family Fluff, i think thats family fluff??, Soft Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Cute Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, idk if thats considered cute though, idk what else to put here, i wrote this just because of the new cover amazing
My youngest sibling is a premenopausal baby. Just when my parents thought they couldn't have anymore babies, bam, they were pregnant! I imagine that's what happened with QHJ and Mama Lan in the aged up verse. All that happened after they got out of seclusion.
Madam Lan: *informing LXC that he's about to become an older brother at the age of 22*
Lan Xichen, who got engaged three weeks earlier and is low-key looking forward to being a parent himself someday: Are you and father thinking about adopting after I move to Qinghe?
Lan Sizhui handed the scroll to Lan Wangji, “The other gods are gathering in the Great Martial Hall soon to discuss the recent Mount TongLu eruption and how to deal with the Scarlet Masked Judge of Hell. We should leave now.”
Wangji agreed. The three Lans left the restaurant, Lan Wangji looked back at the table where he sat with Wei…Mo Xuanyu. He thought silently to himself, Wei Ying...I will see you again.