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[mdzsao3]

Let Lan Wangji Get Teased

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[wangxianficrecs]

a nest where a mountain would be by twigofwillow

a nest where a mountain would be

by twigofwillow

Not rated, 16k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Qiren finds a boy on the streets of Yiling and the world changes. A story in three parts

Excerpt: "Okay," Wei Ying said, mournfully. He finished his food and stood up from his seat. "I'm ready, Shushu." He had even dropped the Lan now, Lan Qiren thought grimly. "Wash your hands and face," he said. "Okay," Wei Ying said again and went to splash in the water. He came back very damp but somewhat cleaner. Lan Qiren had hoped that Wei Ying would be able to balance on the sword this morning, but the boy lifted his arms immediately and Lan Qiren gave in to the inevitable and picked him up. Wei Ying clung to Lan Qiren's neck and pointed ahead of them. "To the home!" he exclaimed. "Cloud Recesses," Lan Qiren corrected, slightly strangled. "My friend," Wei Ying said, clinging harder. Lan Qiren sighed, already regretting that he had mentioned A-Zhan. He could not imagine his proper little nephew being excited at the prospect of Wei Ying at all.

Excerpt²: A-Zhan and Wei Ying's first real meeting went about as Lan Qiren predicted. A-Zhan came to Lan Qiren's house for lessons the next morning as usual, bowing solemnly at the door and sitting quietly in his place. Wei Ying, meanwhile, was chattering to Lan Qiren about a rock he remembered sitting on and how it was going to explode someday and how he was going to ride it into the sun when it did. "That isn't possible," Lan Qiren said. "But I am glad you enjoyed the story." Wei Ying huffed a sigh. "It's not a story, Shushu." "What is it then?" "A STORY!" Wei Ying yelled. A-Zhan flinched and put his hands over his ears. "Very loud," he said. Lan Qiren wondered what the difference between a story and a STORY could be, but he was not going to attempt to unravel this distinction at the moment.

canon divergence, non-yunmeng wei wuxian, lan sect wei wuxian, good uncle lan qiren, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, child wei wuxian, child lan wangji, kid fic, fluff

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[humanalias]

won't take the easy road by twigofwillow

47,173 words | 158 pages

Bound for @ehyde for the Renegade Bindery book exchange

I've actually read a ton of MDZS/The Untamed fic, but I hadn't bound any for myself yet, so it was interesting deciding on the design of this book. I think it came together in the end, though I have to admit, I just went with vibes rather than anything more complex. IDK, I guess to me the fic just had such a gentle mood, I wanted to match that it some way.

Font: Alegreya and Alegreya Sans

Bookcloth: Luminescent Sterling

Cover paper: Yuzen with crane pattern

Endpapers: Marbled momi

This book has made endpapers, the momi is too thin; it feels like tissue paper. Unfortunately, I don't really see being able to use it on covers.

Normally taking video is just self-indulgent, but the yuzen paper has a beautiful pearlescent quality that I found very difficult to photograph, so hopefully it's easier to tell how it looks on video.

There were several text messages and such in this fic, I think that the Alegreya serif and sans serif works really well for that type of thing. I've never used Alegreya before, but I really ended up liking it.

[nerdzewordart]

My art for @twigofwillow's incredible fic for the mdzs summer solstice bang! You can find her lovely fic here and you should absolutely follow her on Twitter @twigofwillow as well!

I shall post some close ups of all the art in a few days.

[nerdzewordart]

My third art for twigofwillow's fic! Click for quality.

[mdzs-fic]

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

Additional Tags: 

Memory Loss, Curses, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, No One Is Having a Great Time, surprisingly helpful Lan Qiren, Best Boy Sizhui, Post-Canon

Word count: 15k 

Summary:

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says at last. His voice is low and hoarse. “Wei Ying, what is the last thing you remember?”

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As always, click for quality!