#thunderwear

[annanuna-arts]

Some would say he plays the piano, other will say - guitar

I got you one better

[mdzsao3]

Brief Depictions of Violence, meaning at least one of the people you really want to get stabbed does in fact get stabbed

[ao3 link]

[russica]

Nothing like a relaxing float

[wangxianficrecs]

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how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time)

by thunderwear

M, 26k, Wangxian

Summary: When Wei Wuxian burst through the doors, sitting on Lan Zhan’s lap, chewing on the strings of his forehead ribbon, was a baby. “Please help me,” Lan Zhan said.

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[artfromthunderwear]

He wasn’t supposed to be out late, Lan Zan knew, but he was scared.

Shufu told him that when he was scared he could come to him or Xichen, but they were both gone to Lanling and his room was so big when he was alone.

Besides, Mama wouldn’t tell. They kept secrets all the time, like the silly song she taught him to play even though he was only supposed to practice what his teachers gave him, and the sweet bun she gave him one time even though he’d been punished with no sweets.

Mama took a long time to answer after he knocked, and she was very quiet when she asked, without opening the door, “Who is there?”

“Mama.” Lan Zhan said. “I’m scared.”

Still, the door stayed closed, but Mama spoke louder when she said, “Ah, Zhan-er, what are you doing out of bed? Why don’t you find your brother?”

“Ge is gone with Shufu.”

Mama was quiet for a little bit, but Lan Zhan could see her settling next to the door.“How about you sit with me for a moment,” she said. “I can’t let you in or we’ll both be in trouble, but you can sit.”

“Can you sit out here with me? It’s dark.”

After a moment, Mama cracked the door open so warm light spilled out.

“You can’t come in Zhan-er, and I can’t come out, but you can hold my hand.”

Mama’s hand was warm, and Lan Zhan held on as tightly as he could.

[carodrugficrecs]

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

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Niè Huáisāng

Characters: Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Lan Qiren, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Nie Huaisang, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Additional Tags: Fluff, a-yuan is best boy, quarantine fic, A-Yuan is an agent of chaos and everyone thinks its cute, And they're right, Single Dad Wei Wuxian, ...but not for long?, Nie Huaisang should never be trusted alone with kids

Series: Part 4 of And They Were Quarantined

Summary:

Lan Qiren was pleasantly surprised to get a call from his nephew one quiet afternoon.

He answered the phone with a pleased, "Hello."

“Are you friends with Mister Bunny?” A child who certainly wasn't his nephew replied.

“I don’t believe I know anyone by that name," he responded after a pause.

A-Yuan said is anyone going to call every contact in Mister Bunny's phone and didn't wait for an answer.

[mojoflower]

@coconutcremebi

eeeyyyy, I just did the cover for this one and saw that you’d added more chapters, and I’m REALLY EXCITED, cause I eat up Dad!Wangji and oblivious!pining!wwx with a spoon.

Anyway, this’ll be the second of your stories in queue, so (because I try to keep a couple weeks’ spacer between authors) it won’t post for a month, but I wanted you to see it because... I know there were no flames at the birth, but I couldn’t find a wooded clearing full of corpses and battle remains, so I thought maybe this got across the feeling?  (Certainly it might for Lan Jingyi, at least!)  What do you think?

[This isn’t official yet, but in case anyone is intrigued:  A Flower That Blooms In Adversity.]

[rubulence]

Happy birthday, Noya-san!⚡️