Hi! I don't know if you take recs but Leading Tone by silencemostofall just updated it's final chapter and if you haven't read it I highly recommend! Soulmate au with a twist, self esteem issues, and orchestra drama!
Ooooh, a soulmate au, I love it!
leading tone
by silencemostofall
G, 30k, wangxian
Summary: The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.
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Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, partial hearing loss, Past Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, the real OTP is everyone x therapy
Series: Part 2 of misunderstood ‘verse
Word count: 4k
Summary:
Ironically, it’s only thanks to his brand new hearing aid that Wei Wuxian hears Jiang Cheng say, “Hey, what’s that thing in your ear?”
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FIC REC: Song by @withbroombefore is so pleasant. It fulfills my need to have my sad bois loved and cared for and I cant wait for the sequel (titled: harmony) ahhhh <3 <3
Featuring:
1) a Wei Wuxian who has one (1) extra braincell
2) Our bois actually share braincells so they aren’t stupid and they actually communicate (w0w)
3) *chanting* YanQing YanQing YanQing
(Jin Zixuan deserves better bc he a babie and he’s trying his best just like everyone else and this fic scratches that itch so very well)
As far as injuries go, the cut on Lan Wangji’s forearm is fairly minor. It does nothing to restrict movement of his arm, and it’s nothing that some herbs and a bandage will not fix, although he’s almost certain it will scar.
It’s not an injury that Wen Qing should be made to personally attend to, but Lan Wangji suspects that Wen Qing has probably, like himself, decided that it would be easier to go with the flow rather than to bear the distress in Wei Wuxian’s face.
“You shouldn’t have done it,” Wei Wuxian says quietly, the moment Wen Qing clears the tent. “Why would you- How could you let yourself get hurt because of me?”
Lan Wangji had acted mostly on instinct earlier, during the battle. It was a slash on Lan Wangji’s forearm, or a direct hit at Wei Wuxian that could’ve resulted in a significantly more serious injury; it had been an easy decision for Lan Wangji to make to block the attack.
if you’re new to rebuttable presumption, here’s a quick 10 point summary to the verse.
quick answers to FAQs: 1) there is no update schedule, i write when i have the time/inspiration to; 2) none of this is being written in any chronological order, so you don’t necessarily have to read this in order, but if you want to, it’s in the order in this masterpost; 3) there is no chance this will be cross-posted on ao3 before the verse is done, primarily because the non-chronological order of writing will make it messy; 4) do not for any reason at all ever ask me when this is going to be posted on ao3.
Okay, so that entire list is perfect for wangxian and it is so hard to decide and I can't pick between 5 and 12 so please choose the one you like best from those two. ❤
Sorry this took like *checks watch* a whole week to write, but it’s a little longer to make up for it! These were both excellent prompts, but I had to go with 12! Though I adapted it a little to be period appropriate lol. This fic takes place post-canon! Enjoy!
From this prompts list
12. Brings an extra coat/scarf because they know you never check the temperature before going out
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called out. He checked his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his hair ribbon, but the same strands kept escaping and falling in his face. He scoffed; it was what it was. “Lan Zhan, are you ready to leave?”
Lan Wangji did not reply, but Wei Wuxian knew it wasn’t because he hadn’t heard him. He simply refused to shout from across the Jingshi. Wei Wuxian walked to the other room where Lan Wangji was seated at his desk, several papers in front of him. Lan Wangji didn’t even lift his gaze when Wei Wuxian started impatiently tapping his foot.
“No work today, you promised!” Wei Wuxian said, sitting on the floor across from him. “It’s A-Yuan’s day off, we said we would spend it with him in Caiyi Town.”
“I’m sorry. Just received an urgent letter.”
“More urgent than sharing quality time with your husband and son?”
Lan Wangji did raise an eyebrow at that.
“I see you both every day.”
“It’s not the same,” Wei Wuxian sniffed. “Come on, he’s waiting on us.”
“You’ll have to go ahead without me.”
“I’ve never known you to be so callous and cruel. I feel abandoned. Betrayed.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed. “I will meet with you later.”
Wei Wuxian screwed his mouth to the side and crossed his arms.
“Don’t pout,” Lan Wangji gently scolded.
“I’m not pouting.”
“Later.” Lan Wangji leaned across the desk to kiss Wei Wuxian on the forehead, which did mollify him a bit. “Promise.”
“Fine.” Wei Wuxian stood up, straightening out his robes. “We’ll have fun without you.”
“Mmh.” Lan Wangji was already grinding his ink, preparing his reply to his oh-so-urgent letter. “Stay warm.”
Wei Wuxian acknowledged him with a wave of the hand, but quickly left the Jingshi. Lan Sizhui would already be waiting for him, and he was eager to get going.
It was significantly colder outside than Wei Wuxian had bargained for. Frost covered the ground and his breath fogged in front of him as he shoved his hands under his armpits. He half shuffled, half skipped across the grounds to avoid being yelled at for running. (Yes, he was husband to the Chief Cultivator, the revered and respected Hunguang Jun, and even that did not prevent him from getting reprimanded like a child for running.)
Lan Sizhui was standing by the gate, punctual as always. His hand was placed behind his back in a picture of gentlemanly elegance, for which Wei Wuxian could only accredit to Lan Wangji. He was hardly a teenager anymore, and was very nearly a young man. Wei Wuxian could barely stand it. But when they were alone together Lan Sizhui would lose some of his seriousness and smile up at him like the little boy with full cheeks that had played in the gardens of the Burial Mounds.
He bestowed one of those smiles upon Wei Wuxian just then, but then faltered when he saw that Wei Wuxian was alone.
“Where is Hunguang Jun?”
“What, am I not enough company for you? We have to drag that old fuddy-duddy along too?” Wei Wuxian wrapped his arm around Lan Sizhui’s shoulders as they exited Cloud Recesses, but his face was still drawn. “He promised he would join us later, he just had some business to take care of first.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, immediately lightening up. “If he promised then he will come.”
“That’s really good enough for you? He also promised not to work today,” Wei Wuxian reminded him. “You should throw a tantrum for him later. That would teach him.”
“I’m sure he has a good reason,” Lan Sizhui defended, though not without some humor. “I’m too old for tantrums.”
“Well, I’m not. I’ll cause a whole scene.”
Lan Sizhui laughed, already loosening up mere steps away from Cloud Recesses as they continued to descend the mountain. A light snow started to fall and Wei Wuxian hugged himself, rubbing his arms.
“A-Yuan, are you cold?”
He shook his head.
“I’m fine. I’m wearing my winter robes, they’re quite heavy. Why, are you?”
“I, uh, may have forgotten a layer.”
“Should we go back?”
“No, no, no. No need.” Wei Wuxian threw him a bright smile even while his teeth chattered. “I bet it will be warmer once we get into town anyway. I know, we can go and eat at that restaurant I love! That will warm us up. Plus, I’ve been dreaming about their food for weeks. Imagine, A-Yuan, a meal with flavor!”
“That does sound nice.”
“I would take you around on a boat after that, but I wouldn’t want you to get seasick.” Indeed, Lan Sizhui looked a little green just at the mention. “Maybe we can go shopping! I made sure to bring along Lan Zhan’s purse, so we can get whatever we want.”
“You’re so shameless,” Lan Sizhui teased, “always spending his money.”
“It’s only what he owes me for going back on his promise. Besides, he loves spoiling us, it’s practically his favorite pastime.”
“I thought his favorite pastime was organizing the library,” he said with a sly smile.
Wei Wuxian threw his head back and laughed, wiping a tear from his eye before putting his arm back around Lan Sizhui’s shoulders.
Truly, Lan Sizhui was an apt reflection of both his father figures.
They did enjoy a meal together that was spicy enough to make Wei Wuxian sweat, which was the perfect amount of heat for him. However, Wei Wuxian had been wrong about assuming the weather would become more temperate further down the mountain. If anything, the breezes coming in off the water made it feel even colder. And yet, Wei Wuxian did not once consider cutting his day with Lan Sizhui short. Their time together that was devoid of responsibilities and night hunts were few and far between. He had already missed so much of his childhood. He wasn’t going to miss out on anything now.
They were making their way through different vendors and shops when Lan Sizhui reached out to grab Wei Wuxian’s wrist as he paid the shop owner.
“Master Wei, your fingers are turning blue!”
“Nonsense,” Wei Wuxian said, snatching his hand back. “They’re just...I mean, they’ve always looked like this.”
“I think we should go back to Hunguang Jun.”
“No, we do not need to bother Lan Zhan.”
“Bother me for what?”
Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui both turned around and saw Lan Wangji calmly regarding them. He was carrying a basket on his arm, of all things.
“Oh, Lan Zhan, dearest,” Wei Wuxian said, sidling up to him. “Everything’s fine, we were just wondering where you were.”
“Mmh,” Lan Wangji glanced at him from the side of his eye.
“Master Wei forgot to dress appropriately and is catching frostbite!” Lan Sizhui blurted out.
“Tattletale!” Wei Wuxian accused.
Lan Sizhui stuck out his tongue reflexively, then seemed embarrassed he had done it, which only made Wei Wuxian snort. Lan Wangji fixed them both with a hard stare.
“I’m perfectly fine, Lan Zhan. A little chill never hurt anybody.”
“That’s simply not true,” Lan Sizhui interjected.
“And who taught you to interrupt your elders?”
“You did!”
“I--!” But Wei Wuxian cut himself off. He couldn’t exactly argue with that.
“Enough,” Lan Wangji said, though his eyes narrowed in amusement.
“Anyway Lan Zhan, I’m sorry you carried food all this way,” Wei Wuxian said, indicating the basket. “We already ate.”
“Not food,” Lan wangji said, holding out the basket.
Wei Wuxian peeked inside the basket and his mouth dropped. It was his winter robe, thick and padded with fur trim.
“How did you…?”
“Had a feeling,” Lan Wangji said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “But if you’re fine…”
Lan Wangji started to move the basket away from him, but Wei Wuxian grabbed the basket back with a little laugh.
“Very funny, Lan Zhan.” He took the wrists of both Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji and led them towards an alleyway. “Here, help me change.”
“Help you?” Lan Sizhui said, slightly alarmed.
He had certainly inherited his prudishness from Lan Wangji as well.
“Just guard the alleyway,” Wei Wuxian said. “And Lan Zhan, please block me from view.”
“Highly inappropriate,” Lan Wangji said, though he did lift his arms so his sleeves covered most of Wei Wuxian’s body, serving as his portable folding screen.
Wei Wuxian was only removing his outer robe anyway, so he could stack the warmer robe on top before resituating his outer robe again, so it was hardly like he was completely indecent. However, even he wasn’t depraved enough to start stripping in the middle of the street.
When all his clothes were back in order, Lan Wangji reached for his hands and pulled them into his chest, warming them. Wei Wuxian took a step closer, luxuriating in more of Lan Wangji’s body heat.
“My savior,” Wei Wuxian said, kissing him on the cheek. “My hero.”
“You’ve forgiven me?”
“What for?”
Lan Zhan gave him a small smile and then Wei Wuxian remembered why he was supposed to be mad. He schooled his expression.
“Well, Lan Zhan, there may be some serious consequences for your actions. It isn’t nice to break promises to your loved ones.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, with such sincerity that even Wei Wuxian couldn’t keep up his act anymore.
“Oh, Lan Zhan, my sweet Lan Zhan. Of course I forgive you. I’m glad you were able to join us.”
Wei Wuxian leaned in to kiss him on the mouth then, but their lips had barely touched when Lan Wangji drew back.
“Your nose,” he explained. “Like ice.”
“Well, warm it up then,” Wei Wuxian said, sticking his face out with a pout.
“Have you finished?” Lan Sizhui asked. He had turned around but his eyes were squeezed shut.
“Yes, you silly boy,” Wei Wuxian said, linking arms with Lan Wangji and walking back up to join him. “A-Yuan, tell Hanguang Jun how good we’ve been so he’ll reward us.”
“It’s true, Hunguang Jun,” he said, falling into step behind them. “We’ve been on our very best behavior.”
“If Sizhui says so, then it must be true,” Lan Wangji said, though he shared a smile with Wei Wuxian. “However, I would spoil you anyway.”
Wei Wuxian turned behind him and mouthed, “Told you!” to Lan Sizhui, who covered his mouth and snickered.
Lan Wangji grasped Wei Wuxian’s hand in his and Wei Wuxian felt warm all over.
“Come,” Lan Wangji said to both of them. “Where should we go next?”
For the Fluff/Angst prompt - WangXian 100. “How did you know where to find me?” 💖
This is a modern au.
The party was in full blast behind him, but Wei Wuxian felt none of the joy. He was braced against the cold February air, the snowy landscape was a diamond encrusted view in the moonlight. The balcony of the hotel ballroom was high enough that the wind cut through every layer of his clothing, but this was better than the bone chilling numbness that the night brought. The champagne glass in his hand was like a dead weight, but Wuxian held onto it like an anchor, keeping him grounded on the dark balcony.
A noise behind made him turn away from the landscape around him. Lan Zhan came to stand right next to him, dressed impeccably in a navy suit. Lan Zhan may be a man of few words, but he was the personification of grace, fit for royalty, unsuited to be around the likes of Wei Wuxian. He fixed his best, most charming smile and turned to the left. “Hey Lan Zhan.”
“Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian had to bite his lip to not close his eyes at the sound of that voice, saying that name.
He unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth, feeling heated despite the chilly air. “How did you know where to find me?”
Lan Zhan hadn’t turned around to look at him yet, which was the only saving grace so far. “Wei Ying is hard to miss,” Lan Zhan’s voice was even as always, but Wei Wuxian heard the warmth still. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“Congratulations on your return home, by the way,” he side-stepped the dangerous comment. “I hear you’re going to be the new COO for Gusu Tech.”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop the rambling. “Must be great to come back home and work with the family, right?” He fiddled with the champagne glass, reluctant to drink in front of Lan Zhan, even though he felt parched. “Your brother must be happy to have you back, right?”
“Mn. Brother is happy,” Lan Zhan turned his intense gaze towards him, “I’m also happy to return.”
Nervous laughter bubbled up, and Wei Wuxian had to take a sip of champagne to stop himself. “That’s great, Lan Zhan! That’s super great! And your uncle said you are, and I quote finally ready to settle down. He looked very happy about your decision.” There were too many greats in that sentence, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t care right then. “I’m also very happy for you, you know. Lan Zhan deserves someone wonderful in his life, someone to love him forever.”
Lan Zhan’s gaze softened and the slight shift closer to him made Wei Wuxian’s breath catch a little. He could smell the subtle sandalwood and bergamot mix that was Lan Zhan’s signature scent. Wei Wuxian’s head swam a little. He tried to sip the champagne but apparently the glass was empty.
“I would have someone in my life,” Lan Zhan spoke softly, moving forward to take the champagne glass out of Wei Wuxian’s hand, and hold it in his. “If Wei Ying is willing.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Lan Zhan,” he whispered.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whispered back.
The February air stood no chance against the heat of the kiss.
“You know,” he says, eleven days after he started bringing Lan Xichen his lunch, “the Grand Master has added another twenty rules in these last two weeks alone.”
The door is closed and he’s leaning back against it, forearm braced on his knee as he lounges on the step. From inside, he hears a soft snort that sounds like Lan Xichen heard him.
“Including one specifically about not having any kind of spices in the kitchens, which feels really petty, if you ask me. And one stating, specifically, that no one is,” he mimics the low timbre of Lan Qiren’s voice and the way the older man strokes his beard even though he can’t be seen, “Do not approach or talk to Wei Wuxian.” He huffs out a breath, “Talk about making someone feel unwelcome, Zewu-Jun. I don’t know if I should be honoured or heartbroken that I have become so hated that I have been immortalised on your wall of rules.”
Lan Xichen is in isolation. Wei Wuxian visits him. Together they find their way back to happiness, to clarity and to home.
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