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@lanqin from [ x ]

When it comes to Xie Lian, Hua Cheng often lets his emotions get the better of him. When His Highness had disappeared suddenly from the palace, Hua Cheng had nearly torn the place apart looking for him. There was no way Xie Lian would leave without saying anything to anyone, especially not to him, and his first thought was that something horrible had happened.

He hadn't expected it to involve a world so different from, yet so similar to, their own. And, as it turns out, even in this world, there are exceptional individuals.

Hua Cheng might have aligned with Hanguang-jun for any number of reasons: his strength, his sense of duty, his unwillingness to bear injustice, just to name a few. But what stands out to Hua Cheng, and the reason he no longer bothers disguising himself around Lan Wangji, is the simple fact that Lan Wangji is also hopelessly, irrevocably in love with someone around whom trouble seems to revolve. This is someone in nearly the exact same situation as he is.

Standing beside Lan Wangji, Hua Cheng sighs, the sound of one greatly aggrieved. "I owe you. " Words he does not say easily, but that makes them all the more meaningful.

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         It still felt unreal sometimes — a wish too big for a life like his, something he’d never dared to put into words. A second chance, a new beginning, rising from the ashes to find himself not just living, but loved. Falling for Lan Wangji had been like finding the missing half of his soul; marrying him was an impossible yet miraculous. When Wei Wuxian had once joked that all they were missing was a child, he hadn’t expected Lan Wangji to hold onto the idea so fiercely. But underneath all his laughter, in those quiet, secret places of his heart, he’d wanted this too. More than anything, he’d wanted a family — somewhere safe, somewhere warm, with two parents who would love a child with every part of themselves.

        Wei Wuxian was determined that this little girl would never know the loneliness he’d grown up with. He would fight off every shadow before it could ever touch her, guard the light in her eyes so it never dimmed. Her tiny coos sounded sweeter than any melody, and he found himself brushing a kiss to her forehead ribbon, heart full to bursting. When Lan Wangji’s hand found his, Wei Wuxian let himself lean back, melting into his husband’s touch, nuzzling his head against Lan Wangji’s shoulder with a soft, contented hum as gentle lips pressed to his hand.

       He let out a thoughtful “hmm,” fingertips resting against his chin, eyes drifting back to their daughter — this perfect little miracle they had made together. He’d never imagined he’d be the one to choose a name for his own child; naming his shijie’s son had felt momentous enough. Now, looking at her — so much like Lan Wangji already, dark lashes and serene little mouth — Wei Wuxian felt his smile widen. He could already picture the future, how she’d grow to resemble the man who’d given him so much happiness. That word lingered, soft and sweet on his lips, full of hope and love. “Lán Xīn,” he whispered, and the name felt like a blessing, the very thing he and Lan Wangji's love had created together, joy.

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          Mulan had seen the purse drop from his person and had rushed forward to grab hold of it before another could. it had taken her a bit to catch up to the man, for he was taller then she was and the market had been crowded that day. but, now that she was looking up at him, her dark brown eyes could not help but widen at the realization that he was not only from the Lan Clan, but the famed Hánguāng-jūn. she had heard much about him over the course of her training with the Yúnmèng Jiāng Shì.

          when he took back his purse, she bowed her head slightly and took a step back, hands to a fist-and-palm salute, her left open palm opening over a right clenched fist, in order to give him proper greeting. as she moved, her purple hanfu swayed along with the clarity bell that hung from her dai.     ❝  there is no need. i just did not wish for you to loose it and now that it is returned, i have no reason to bother you more.  ❞    shifting slightly, she lowered her hands back to her side a small smile lifting the corners of her lips, brightening her features.

        ❝  please be careful. the market is busy today and the economy has not been well off around these parts. some might try and take advantage.  ❞

𓂃۶ৎ ✿˚ʚ      continued thread for,       @lanqin​

[wangxianfics]

do you have any fics where lwj like stands up to lan qiren for disrespectin wwx

Hey Nonny Check out lanqiren tag and for fun here is..

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Lan Qiren is fully aware of his nephew's feelings for the wretched Yiling Patriarch. He is also aware that Lan Wangji will never truly be able to move on until Wei Wuxian outright tells him that he isn't interested. He is going to make sure that happens.

As expected, things don't exactly go to plan.

(Or, where Lan Qiren unwittingly becomes the reason that Wangxian get together thirteen years early).

(canon divergence, teen, 3k, complete, humor, getting together, matchmaker LQR on accident)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan return to the Cloud Recesses after their elopement. Lan Qiren has things to say. Not every old man can accept obsolescence with dignity.

(post canon, mature, complete, 6.6k, bad parent lan qiren, married life, established relationship)

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         Wei Wuxian couldn’t hold back the laughter bubbling up from his chest. Sometimes it struck him just how much Hanguang-Jun had changed over the years — how the stoic, untouchable Lan Wangji had softened, letting little cracks of ordinary life show through. Yet, at the core, he was still so achingly familiar. That mix was irresistible. It made Wei Wuxian’s heart flutter wildly, like a startled bird, every time their eyes met and he saw the quiet affection shining there.

       He slid closer on the mat, closing the small distance between them. “Lan Zhan, who would have guessed you’d end up the messiest eater in Gusu?” His tone was teasing, fond. He reached for the linen napkin and leaned in, his fingers impossibly gentle as he brushed away a stubborn grain of rice clinging to the corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth. Wei Wuxian’s gaze lingered, caught for a moment by the shape of those lips, the warmth of Lan Wangji’s breath. He let the napkin rest there a heartbeat longer, savoring the closeness, before finally pulling away with a soft smile. “There, all clean now~”

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🏆 how long i've been roleplaying for

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

way too long lmao. I've been writing here since 2010.

[fatepowered]

" i don't want to do this anymore. who cares about nice calligraphy anyway ? " / @lanqin

[diivineray-archieve]

a letter arrives to lotus pier, it is a day late if it was meant to congratulate the sect leader on his day — who could have known it was sent intentionally late, most would assume the delivery service suffered delays on the road.

in any case, the parchment of the scroll is adorned with light blue clouds in the style of gōngbǐ, giving away its provenance. the calligraphy of the handwriting is beautifully executed, fit for heart-warming poetry or celebratory words. however, the words read:

jiāng wǎnyín, it is your birthday. — hánguāng-jūn.

            Jiang Cheng was just about to dig into his long-awaited dinner when one of his ever-eager disciples raced in with a letter, bowing and practically trembling with the honor of passing along stationary. Jiang Cheng, of course, barely gave it a glance before dropping it on the table and returning his attention to his steaming bowl of food. Letters could wait. Hot soup didn’t.

           Except…they couldn’t. He knew himself well enough to know he wouldn’t get a single bite down until he saw what fresh nonsense awaited him, so with a dramatic sigh, he flipped the envelope over. The paper was fancy, too — creamy parchment stamped with pale blue clouds, so dainty it practically screamed Gusu and ‘handle with pretentious care.’ Lan Xichen, then? Had to be something lofty or dire.

          He broke the seal — expecting, maybe, an invitation to meditate or a very politely worded complaint asking him to take Wei Ying back — but his eyebrows hit his hairline as soon as he scanned the signature. Lan Wangji? Since when did Hanguang-jun send letters, let alone to him? And what did he want?

        Jiang Cheng skimmed the neat, reserved calligraphy and, somehow, his indifference melted into full-on disbelief. The whole letter said exactly one thing:

                                                           It is your birthday.

       That was it. As if Jiang Cheng hadn’t noticed the passage of time without Gusu’s second young master to remind him. “My birthday was yesterday, you bastard,” Jiang Cheng muttered, teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. Even Wei Wuxian with how forgetful he was managed to do something on time. He crumpled the letter in his fist and let a current of electricity run wild, reducing the whole thing to a tidy pile of ash.

      He flicked the ashes to the floor and glared at no one in particular. “That’s the guy you married, Wei Wuxian?” He half-shouted, like maybe if he said it loud enough, someone besides him would have to deal with Lan Wangji’s strangeness. .