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[jianqzai]

art for the w|w wangxian week event! femme lan wangji has my whole heart <3

[peerlessbellbird]

For a single breath, nothing is amiss. Wei Ying is close — close enough to touch, to be touched by, to reach out and hold — then the desire takes hold of her. She swims in it, seasick and unnatural, her wanting perverted by forces beyond her control. Forces that betray her. Lan Zhan encounters a supernatural plant twice. Wei Ying witnesses both aftermaths.

For @wlwangxianweek day 3: sex pollen

water and magnolia blossom, made in collaboration with @emdashingly

genderbend, trans woman Lan Zhan

Explicit, 7k

sex pollen, dubcon, hurt/comfort

Read it on AO3 here!

[fiendishfan]

For @wlwangxianweek because I loveeee lesbians ♡

I think I'll go back and colour this one, but I don't think I have time for it today. I want to catch up on yesterday and draw out some sketches for the rest of the week,,,,, Anyways! Enjoy!

Don't ask how this relates to the prompt, it's called I made a playlist and then got lost in the vibes and then my mind went !!!! And I emerged with this.

In my HEAD it makes sense in like, this thrice removed way. But I cannot explain it in a way that would make sense.

Oh and here's the playlist

[gentil-minou]

WlW Wangxian Week Day 5 - Domestic Bliss @wlwangxianweek

Established Relationship | Happy National No Bra Day <3

cw for some dysphoric thoughts about having large breasts

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Lan Zhan slips one of her girlfriend's softest oversized band shirts over her head. It hangs over the curve of her bare breasts and loosely drapes over the rest of her slender form.

Her eyes catch on her drooping breasts as they sag over her waist. It's habit at this point to stare, even though she knows she shouldn't.

She makes a conscious move to drag her eyes away to finish drying her hair and settle in for the evening. Her nipples brushes uncomfortably against the edge of the sink as she leans over. She flinches the slightest bit, contorting her spine into a concave shape so she can finish her routine without the unwanted friction.

She really should be used to the annoyances that come with having large breasts, but...

She's aware her relationship with her breasts is… complicated.

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.

(threadfic here)

[lotuslate]

@wlwangxianweek

Day 4: Yiling Matriarch

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

@wlwangxianweek day 2: emperor's smile | royalty au

I didn't end up having enough time to write full one shots for the ideas I had, so here's a snip instead. I would love to write something full length for it someday soon tho!!

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Wei Wuxian isn't supposed to notice things about Lan Zhan.

It's not her place to look upon an Imperial Princess and have opinions. But if she were to have opinions, they should be about how strong Lan Zhan is, how intelligent she is, how her bloodline has clearly been blessed with beauty. Or how Lan Zhan is an accomplished sword fighter, or how precise her calligraphy is, or how she's perfect in every way.

Wei Wuxian really isn't supposed to think about how cute Lan Zhan is. Princesses aren't supposed to be cute! They're supposed to be beautiful!

Lan Zhan is, of course, utterly captivating. Wei Wuxian often finds herself having to close her mouth and hide her blush after staring at Lan Zhan for too long.

But tonight, it's undeniable.

Lan Zhan had only a single cup of Emperor's Smile, telling Wei Wuxian the whole time that since Wei Wuxian likes it so much, it must be good. Wei Wuxian has no interest in telling Lan Zhan no, so of course she gave her the cup, and then panicked when Lan Zhan immediately passed out.

She's really lucky that they were already in Lan Zhan's rooms, or else she might've had to drag the princess through the halls of the palace. In the end, Wei Wuxian only had to pull her up onto her bed, presumptuously tucking her in.

Wei Wuxian is her guard, not her maid. She really shouldn't be touching Lan Zhan like that at all, not unless her life is in danger and somehow caressing her thick arms over her robes will save her.

Wei Wuxian kneels beside the bed, staring at Lan Zhan's sleeping face. Maybe there is danger here—her heart feels like it may explode any minute. She's being allowed so many things no one else in the palace, no one else in the whole country, is allowed.

Calling Lan Zhan by her personal name, sparring with her on a daily basis, being welcomed in her bedchambers, seeing this vulnerable side of her….

Wei Wuxian bows her head until her forehead rests on the thin mattress. Lan Zhan's sandalwood scent surrounds her and makes her fingers ache with the urge to touch, to do something.

Yes, she thinks, trying not to entertain any of the ideas going through her head. Definitely dangerous.

[wlwangxianweek]

wlwangxianweek 2023 Day One: In Over My Head

demonic cultivation | overstimulation | fake dating

A prompt fest to celebrate wlw wangxian of all flavors. All are welcome in this open prompt fest from October 9 - 16! Link to our posting guidelines in our carrd.

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[esbielle]

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

For @wlwangxianweek day 3.

Podfic of Out of your system written by mimilamp.

Rating: E

Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.