my wangxian fic recs that you should definitely check out:
1. As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (8k, post-canon, rated T) — WY experiments and finds out what LZ likes. (this is such a favourite fic of mine, the kind I reread when I'm feeling a bit nostalgic — it's just so sweet😭)
(I highly recommend anything by this author, there's also this other fic about LZ learns how to make the lotus root and pork rib soup called Family Recipes that I also really liked.)
2. love, in fire and blood by cicer (360k, yllz!wy, arranged marriage au, rated E) — The Yiling Laozu asks for Lan Wangji's hand in marriage in exchange for Wen Ruohan's death. (this was a great read, I love lwj's characterization in this one)
3. the universe would turn to a mighty stranger by RavenCrowLoki (11k, kinda angsty, rated T) — Wen Chao 'kills' Wei Ying. (recently reread it, very good✨)
4. Some of You by tangerinechar (60k, modern au, rated M) — Lan Zhan gets drunk and tweets a love confession. (this is so funny, I love a good lwj-panicking fic😂)
5. this river runs to you by sundiscus (53k, modern with magic, rated T) — WY is searching for a lost dragon, and LZ shows up conveniently. (I read it a bit long ago so I don't really remember everything, just that it was fun to read, do check it out!)
If you like these, please remember to leave comments and kudos for the authors🤍
Rating: G | Word Count: 2,552 | Pairing: Wangxian | Status: Complete
Wei Wuxian has never been all that fond of the snow. While it certainly doesn’t rank with dogs on the list of things he would prefer to leave solely in Yiling and the past, he’s far more acquainted with the way that it seeped in through thin robes and bit at exposed skin and bared toes until he could no longer feel them.
It takes having a home that was built for the cold and thick robes that the snow could not melt through and a husband to hold him close and let him sit on his lap when he wants to be warm to find any enjoyment in it.
Lan Zhan likes to write love letters to Wei Ying whenever his feelings start to feel like too much, hiding them away in a special box beneath his bed.
He doesn't address them to anyone, just in case Xichen gets in the mood to snoop, but anyone with half a brain would be able to figure out who they're for. Especially if they've seen Lan Zhan with Wei Ying.
Anything and everything he feels for Wei Ying, gets written out in ink in the soft light of Lan Zhan's bedside lamp at night. Lan Zhan writes all about Wei Ying's dimples when he smiles, all the moles of his Lan Zhan wishes he could kiss, and the way the sight of a red ribbon makes his heart beat out of his chest.
After they finally get together, Lan Zhan gifts all of them to Wei Ying for one of his birthdays and Wei Ying gets so overwhelmed he just bursts into tears and jumps at Lan Zhan for a hug.
They cuddle up into their bed that evening and stay up late into the night reading each and every one as Lan Zhan kisses all of Wei Ying's insecurities away.
Just a little something for Lan Wangji’s birthday.
Unbetaed, explicit, post-canon, 1.2K
It doesn’t happen often that Lan Wangji’s obligations take him away from his husband and when it does happen it’s rarely for more than a few days. This time he’s been away for a little over a week. Wei Wuxian only let him go after he promised that he would return in time to celebrate his birthday.
The sun is going down by the time he arrives in Gusu, but it’s still the 23rd of January. Lan Wangji stops by the Cold Pond first to wash away the grime of long travel and to treat the minor wounds and scratches he gained because he doesn’t want his husband to worry about them.
He takes the walk to Jingshi slowly, enjoying the way coming home to his beloved warms him from the inside.
He enters without knocking and finds his husband placing food on the table. He can also see wrapped presents but he doesn’t pay them much attention because his husband straightens and grins happily at him.
“Hanguang-Jun!”
He’s dressed in nothing but his red underrobe, and his hair is down. Even after years of marriage, he takes Lan Wangji’s breath away.
With a few long strides, Lan Wangji crosses the space between them, basking in the brightness of his husband’s smile.
“You made it,” Wei Wuxian breathes out.
“Hm.”
He doesn’t say that he would never break that promise. He doesn’t say that he would fight armies and fly over mountains to get back to his Wei Ying in time. He doesn’t have to say anything. He knows that his husband understands.
He pushes Wei Wuxian’s hair off his shoulder and cups his cheek with his palm. Wei Wuxian leans into the touch. Lan Wangji loves how his touch seems to calm Wei Wuxian. He’s usually brimming with energy - like water skipping over stones in a rapid river. When Lan Wangji touches him it’s like scooping the water into his hands - it forms a cold pool in his palms, calm and ready for him to drink.
He drinks Wei Wuxian in now - with a slow gentle kiss.
“I missed you,” Wei Wuxian whispers against his lips.
“I missed Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji admits and kisses him again - deep and demanding.
The water slips between his fingers and returns to the untamed current.
Wei Wuxian wraps his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, tugging at his hair and pulling him closer as if he can’t get enough of him.
After a moment of fumbling Lan Wangji manages to untie Wei Wuxian’s robe and slid his hands around his trim waist. Wei Wuxian’s skin is incredibly smooth and hot under his palms. It’s a pleasant surprise when Lan Wangji finds out that he’s not wearing any underpants.
“Shameless,” he mutters and squeezes his firm backside.
Wei Wuxian lets out an indignant huff and tugs at Lan Wangji’s clothes. Lan Wangji steps back and hurriedly unties his sash, knowing well that his husband won’t tolerate the separation for much longer. He manages to push his outer robes off his shoulders before Wei Wuxian presses himself close to him, rubbing his tender bits against the soft material of Lan Wangji’s inner robe. He gets the robe open while Lan Wangji kisses him. Pressing wet kisses to his collar bones, Wei Wuxian’s clever fingers find the waistband of Lan Wangji’s underpants and he pulls them down. Before the cloth hits the floor Wei Wuxian is on his knees.
“Wei Ying” he aims for a reproving tone but fails when he feels Wei Wuxian’s hot lips and tongue working him to hardness. He buries his fingers in Wei Wuxian’s silky hair. He feels no need to guide him - his husband knows perfectly well what he likes - but to anchor himself.
He closes his eyes and enjoys the pleasure his lover is giving so readily.
As much as he loves the wet warmth of Wei Wuxian’s mouth, this is not the way he wants to reach his fulfillment.
With great regret, he pulls Wei Wuxian’s head away and ignores his grunts as he hauls him to his feet. He offers consolation in a filthy kiss. Wei Wuxian is still wearing his red robe - opened and obscenely revealing his aroused state. The soft material brushes against Lan Wangji’s hands when he grabs Wei Wuxian’s buttocks and heaves him up. Wei Wuxian instinctively wraps his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist and with no more protest than a surprised squeal lets himself be carried to the bed.
He pulls Lan Wangji down on top of him the moment his back hits the mattress. They spent some time just kissing, their hands roaming around to become reacquainted with every detail of each other’s bodies.
A single touch tells Lan Wangji that his shameless husband has been touching himself while waiting for him. His hole is wet and puffy and Lan Wangji’s finger slides in easily. He adds oil generously, though, before he starts teasing Wei Wuxian with two fingers, enjoying the way his beloved first demands, then begs for him to exchange them for his cock. When he’s finally satisfied with Wei Ying’s desperate state, he enters him in one fluid motion.
They both become still then and enjoy the moment of connection in silence. In that endless moment, they are one creature, they share every breath, their hearts beat in sync. Then Wei Wuxian moans and squeezes Lan Wangji tightly to prompt him to move. Lan Wangji complies. He moves slowly and carefully, eliciting sweet sounds out of his husband that he muffles with sweet kisses. He keeps the languid rhythm until he feels like the fire growing inside him is going to burn him alive. He straightens then, getting a firm grip on Wei Wuxian’s hips, and starts pounding him vigorously, each thrust pushing a grunt out of Wei Ying’s kiss-swollen lips.
“Lan Zhan, you brute!” he cries out. “You are merciless to this weak little body! Do you think you can do whatever you please to your poor husband just because it’s your birthday?”
Lan Wangji doesn’t waste breath on a reply. He knows his husband well. Despite his complaints, he wouldn’t tolerate it if Lan Wangji slowed down. Lan Wangji fucks him hard until he isn’t capable of coherent speech, until there are tears in his eyes. Wei Wuxian comes untouched, his cock trapped between their bellies. He throws his head back and cries out Lan Wangji’s name. His fingers dig into Lan Wangji’s shoulders and he clenches around him so tight that Lan Wangji follows him quickly over the edge. He fills him with hot seed pushing it deep with weakening thrusts.
When the crashing waves of ecstasy subside, he pulls out and rolls on his side so he doesn’t crush Wei Ying under his weight. Wei Ying immediately plasters himself to his side, resting his head on Lan Wangji’s chest, listening to the wild beating of his heart.
“Lan Zhan?”
“Hm?”
“Happy birthday.”
Lan Wangji smiles softly and kisses the top of Wei Wuxian’s head.
“I have gifts, you know? But I need a moment before I’m able to walk to get them. A few moments I guess,” he adds with a pleased chuckle.
“I don't need any presents when I have Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji mutters and gains himself a sweet kiss.
“Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.”
Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.
Or
Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there's an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wei Wuxian has been staying in Cloud Recesses with Lan Wangji since the end of the war with Qishan Wen. Studying how to safely destroy the Yin Iron together by day, and carrying on a secret (not-so-secret) love affair by night.
His world comes crashing to halt one morning when Lan Qiren hauls him off to the medical pavilion, only to discover he has fallen pregnant with Lan Wangji's child.
Remember when I said I would upload the epilogue next week? What a lie that was! To be honest, I was definitely planning on it, but then I didn’t. I am glad to inform that, finally, the inspiration hit and I can proudly announce this fic is complete!
(If you see this, please consider reblogging it, if you like it, that is. Tumblr keeps on not displaying my posts on the tags. Thanks!)
Chapter 1
AO3
Summary:
After a run through sixteen years of grief, Lan Wangji lays next to his husband during a cold morning. Everything is fine and will continue to be.
Word count: 1471
TW: Nightmares, past trauma, grief, very mild angst (if you find anything else tell me and I'll list it as well).
Waking up
Waking seems to turn into a reminder of what he had lost. A cycle, haunted by a memory of aching loneliness. At the same time, being awake comes as proof that he would not be welcomed to an empty room after the usual nightmare.
Not when each morning was blessed by the comforting warmth of Wei Ying’s body, as always, hiding from the early sun rays against Lan Wangji’s own body. This was now the usual.
The wonder in saying that!
There is no nightmare that isn’t vanquished by his presence.
He no longer needs to imagine life without him, as he pretends to live day after day.
“Lan Zhaaan” he complained, “quit moving. We’re asleep. It’s not even five yet”.
Actually, it was a few minutes past five.
But, a couple of minutes, even hours, were a little concession when he got to stay there in turn, as if nothing could change. It probably would. Lately, he allowed himself to believe that for the better.
Lan Wangji yielded into untangling Wei Ying’s hair, he couldn’t help the smallest grin from appearing, these were the kind of things he had to resign himself to now. In his arms, Wei Ying sighed content, snuggling against him. He breathed in deep.
“Sandalwood. How are we supposed to get up now? It really is your fault, you shouldn’t smell so good. Sandalwood makes me sleepy” Wei Wuxian muttered.
“Poor excuse”.
Wei Ying laughed silently after hearing that.
“Well, one of us has to be in charge of finding excuses. If I didn’t do it, how could you enjoy your husband as well as you do, Hanguang-Jun? Besides, five isn’t a reasonable time to be anywhere, except asleep with me. I don’t deserve getting cold while they have you going all over the place, less now that your brother has retaken on his duties as Sect Leader. What sort of mess could happen in the Cloud Recesses at five in the morning? Not even I would wake up just to stir up trouble, and fierce corpses may not sleep, but even they must have enough common sense to not do anything until after eleven”.
“I thought you wanted to sleep”.
“Oh, I believe I’m practically already sleeping, how could you know? I’m sure that if I tried I could sleep talk in such a way that I would seem awake”.
“Hmm”.
“Will you stay with me? It would truly be depressing if I spoke alone in my sleep”.
Exasperating as Wei Ying could be, he made it hard to say no, if only because of how little Lan Wangji could do not to adore him.
“I don’t need you to. I will stay” he responded, far too willing to give in.
He could feel Wei Ying smiling against his skin. Turning his head in that lazy manner of his, he kissed the base of Wangji’s neck.
“Lan Zhan, you’re adorable! I’ve only given you one kiss and you’re already getting goosebumps” he made a long pause, trying to keep himself as awake as he needed to finish showing his mental process. “I’m not giving you any more now, if I did I don’t believe you’d manage to get a wink… don’t sulk, if you nap now I’ll wake you up with as many as you like…”
“Hmm”.
“It’s so early…”
Lan Wangji leaned in to give him a kiss on the top of his head, as if to say ‘you can fully fall asleep, I’m not leaving’.
Wei Wuxian’s breathing calmed down until it settled in the habitual rhythm that he associated with deep and peaceful sleep. It was long past five. His inner clock told him that soon it will be six, and, in spite of that, he couldn’t care less. He had asked him to stay.
The morning chill filtered through every nook and crevice of the Jingshi, even more as the winter approached. Hidden beneath the quilts, it seemed as if they had built a small place in the world for such a paradise. Those were the simple pleasures in which Lan Wangji felt the echo of a twinge of pain. During dead moments like this one, once upon a time, he had convinced himself that the passage of time, with neither pain nor glory, would be all the future had planned for him.
Yet, now.
He had spent countless mornings giving in to the demands of his husband to laze around for a few more hours, enough to memorise the meaning of each pause in his slumbering breath. It flabbergasted him to such a degree… his life. This was his life now!
Around eight, Wei Ying began to shift in his place. They didn’t run short of occasions in which Lan Wangji had to move an elbow pressing against his ribs or gently straighten his husband’s posture, so he wouldn’t complain of back pain the following day. Lan Wangji could tell, from his frown and mumbling, this wasn’t a mere matter of choosing one posture.
Naturally, they didn’t run short on nightmares either.
“Wake up” he tapped on his husband’s face lightly. “It’s okay, wake up”.
“Shijie” Wei Wuxian replied as he opened his eyes.
Wangji did not feel the need to say anything. He simply stilled his lips on Wei Ying’s hairline.
“Lan Zhan…”
“Nightmare”.
“Yeah, it seems like it… I’m sorry, you must be tired of having me waking you up time and time again with this stuff. It’s even worse since I can’t stand still when I’m sleeping badly” in all honesty, Wei Wuxian never stood still no matter what, but Lan Wangji decided against mentioning it. “I hope I didn’t hit you with my knee this once”.
“I’m fine”.
“Me as well! So you can go back to sleep and stop worrying”.
“Not tired”.
“Ah, you’ve surely been just laying down here, awake, since five. Lan Zhan, you should’ve slept. I can’t understand how you don’t die of boredom having me drooling on the pillow without doing anything else”.
“I’m not bored”.
“Oh”.
Wei Ying made sure to hide his face very well between the covers and Wangji’s chest, in such a way that he couldn’t see his expression regardless of how much he turned his neck. Anyway, he wouldn’t need it to understand what had just happened.
“Lan Zhan, you can’t just say things like that so seriously. Anyone would think that… well, they won’t come up with anything they haven’t already. Ah, I don’t know what I’m saying. You’re really good, Lan Zhan”.
“You can go back to sleep if you want to”.
Right after that, Wei Wuxian half climbed his torso, half crawled with his right arm, to lay his head on the pillow. The tips of their noses touched.
“I think it’s best if I keep you company”, he said grinning widely. “Sometimes you impress me so, how you’re able to endure hours and hours alone, doing nothing…” he trailed off, wrinkling his nose and looking aside the way he usually did when he thought he had touched on a sensitive topic.
“I’m with Wei Ying”.
“Exactly! Even in my sleep I’m still some fantastic company”.
“Hmm”.
Wei Wuxian began to laugh softly.
“I’m always going to be by your side, alright? Someone has to make sure you don’t get bored, and, who better than me? Besides, that way I get to speak as much as I please, the Cloud Recesses is already silent enough as it is. Having some variety is great! So, yeah, I’m not leaving… not anymore. This time we get to stay like this, no matter what! Is that fine?”
Wangji replied before he could carry on panicking any further.
“I was lonely… I got used to time passing… while I felt still”.
It wasn’t that much of a confession, but he found it hard to reminiscence on it nonetheless. Wei Wuxian’s breath caught upon hearing it. Perhaps he was downplaying the significance of his own words in his head, too used to hearing it from the inside, never once spoken. It hurt. Being without him had hurt to no end. Wei Wuxian could tell as much, he knew.
“Maybe it is worth it now, the pain. I didn’t feel like it was at the time. I went on for you… and for me. It was quiet, but not peaceful, and very lonely”.
Somehow he managed to summarise, some would say understate, his brother would, those sixteen years. Wei Ying teared up.
“I… I wish I had known back then, I would have… I don’t know what I would have changed but, maybe if I did something different I could have spared you--”
“Wei Ying”.
“Yes, sorry”.
“I spent sixteen years grieving, not because of you, for you. But, in this life, now, together… I’ve never been as happy”.
