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omg postcanon arranged marriage - before they confess, wangxian get called upon to give someone marriage advice. Maybe premarital counseling for a couple in Cloud Recesses? Put on the spot at someone's wedding banquet? MAXIMUM AWKWARD bc everyone else thinks (knows) they're an epic romance and they're like "ahahah... yes, that's us"

(brief author’s note: please reblog these drabbles if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets!!)

“Ah, it was so long ago!” Wei Wuxian laughs nervously, as the bride looks up at him with tear-filled eyes that remind him a great deal of Xiao-Yu. “There’s no point asking, and of course I wasn’t nervous about that when Lan Zhan and I got married, since it was arranged, and then--”

“I knew Wei Ying was the only one for me the moment I first laid eyes on him,” Lan Zhan interrupts. “I knew it the moment he challenged my courtesy at the gates, and the moment he offered me a jar of tianzi xiao on the roof, and the moment he laid hands on my Bichen without qualm, and the moment he fled from me and dared me to follow. I could not help but follow him then, Feng-guniang, no matter where he might lead me...it was as if his smiles had fastened a fishhook into my heart, and I had to have him within my sight or break.”

Feng Xiu puts her hands over her mouth and gasps, wiping away her tears in wonder--and Wei Wuxian bites his tongue to stop himself from rebuking his husband for telling lies in the Cloud Recesses, because surely a little falsehood can be permitted if it calms the fears of a bride on her wedding day. “Truly, Hanguang-jun? The moment you first saw him?”

“En. And after that I made a show of anger whenever he misbehaved in shufu’s lectures, but in truth his unruliness exhilarated me so desperately that I could not tell what else to do with myself. He even sent a paperman crawling up my arm once, and I pretended to throw it away, but in truth I hid it under the floorboard in the jingshi and wept over it perhaps thrice every week after--”

He swallows, and pulls Wei Wuxian into his arms: gently, of course, but the touch still surprises Wei Wuxian so much that he can do nothing but melt into Lan Zhan’s arms.

“After Wei Ying died, I hated my young self more than anything. I loathed him for not cherishing Wei Ying as he deserved to be cherished, and now that I have my xingan in my arms again--how can I ever doubt that I was always meant for him, after everything we endured together?”

“I would--I couldn’t go on, if anything happened to Lan Gao,” the bride blurts out. “Hanguang-jun, I really couldn’t! I’d regret every moment I didn’t spend with him, and I could never stop wishing things had been different, and I--I could never, never stop loving him, not even if I cultivated to immortality!”

“I feel just the same for Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan murmurs. “I only lived for Sizhui, those sixteen years. The pain does not--I would have driven myself to an early grave sometime, if he had not returned.”

This is a little much to assure a bride that she’s making the right decision, isn’t it?! Wei Wuxian thinks desperately, as Lan Zhan lays a tender kiss on his cheek and ushers him out of Feng Xiu’s shared room so they can go join the wedding guests. He could have just said it was love at first sight and left it at that, couldn’t he? Why make up all that nonsense about keeping my papermen and wasting away in grief for me, ah? Someone explain!!

stiltonbasket

Hello! Is the arranged marriage au a prompt-based thing? May i ask for some Meddling Juniors (ft XiaoYu)?

(note: this au is entirely prompt based, so please reblog so we can get more prompts!)

“This can’t go on!” Jingyi cries, bringing his fist down onto the table as Xiao-Yu puts his own sugar-covered hand into his mouth and sucks on it. “They’re in love with each other and they won’t do anything about it! Hanguang-jun just sleeps alone every night and yearns, and Wei-qianbei still feels like Hanguang-jun doesn’t want him! Sizhui, help!”

“There’s nothing we can do!” A-Qing shouts back, before Lan Sizhui can say anything. “What if Wei-qianbei gets scared? What if he runs away?”

The boys all blink at her, their eyes round with varying degrees of confusion, so she huffs and pulls out their meeting record before pointing to the third item on the list. “The third day of lianyue,” she reads aloud, “Hanguang-jun kissed Wei-qianbei for the first time. Only on the cheek. But it still frightened him so much that he went to stay with Nie-zongzhu for a week! He even took Xiao-Yu with him, Hanguang-jun was heartbroken!”

“Of course he shouldn’t have kissed my dajiu,” Jin Ling sniffs, stealing a handful of peanuts from Ouyang Zizhen’s plate and feeding them to Xiao-Yu. “Da-jiu’s got abandonment issues, he’s working through them. We should arrange a kidnapping instead, so Hanguang-jun can come dashing in and save Wei-dajiu like an immortal hero, and then he can take Wei-dajiu in his arms and kiss him with plum blossoms raining down all around them. It’s always like that in Zizhen’s romance novels.”

“Where are we going to get the plum blossoms?” Ouyang Zizhen muses. “I mean, it’s the wrong season.”

“We’ll get a shidao cultivator to grow us some,” Jin Ling decides. “Nie-zongzhu keeps a list for Qinghe, I’ll ask him.”

“Enough about the plum blossoms,” Lan Sizhui moans, wrapping his baby brother up in a blanket to stop his little hands from straying into the sugar bowl yet again. “And no kidnapping, either. I’m not going to put either of them through something like that.”

“Then what can we do?” Jingyi whines. “This is just painful to look at, A-Yuan.”

Sizhui taps his chin with the tip of his writing-brush.

“It all depends,” he says slowly, “on whether A-Die’s ready to hear that Fuqin is in love with him.”

The other four exchange puzzled glances over Sizhui’s head. As far as they’re concerned, Wei Wuxian ought to have fallen into Hanguang-jun’s arms out of pure yearning the moment they reunited on Dafan Mountain last year, but Wei Wuxian remains completely oblivious to Hanguang-jun’s love, and Hanguang jun just won’t say anything, so what does their opinion matter?

“I think he’s ready,” Ouyang Zizhen ventures. “I... I think he’s afraid that Hanguang-jun might not love him back, actually.”

“Good,” Sizhui announces. “Gather around, everyone. I have a plan.”

“But Sizhui, the plum blossoms--”

“There will be no kidnapping, Jin Rulan! Do you hear me? None!”

stiltonbasket

Renouncement verse: one of them having nightmares bad enough to wake the other up even tho they are sleeping in separate beedrooms / both of them having nightmares, waking each other up, going to sit on the porch to get some fresh air; they end up cuddling on the porch

“You never told me you had nightmares.”

The two of them are sitting in the shadows of the porch, dressed in their silk sleeping robes and so close together on the bamboo loveseat that Wei Wuxian can feel the warmth of his husband’s arm through his sleeve. “I don’t,” he replies, carefully drawing his own arm away and folding his hands in his lap. “I’m a non-cultivator, I sleep more deeply than you do. I was just as surprised by the dream as you were.”

His friend looks inexplicably hurt by the parting of their two hands, so Wei Wuxian puts his back again and edges a few inches closer to Lan Zhan’s side. “It’s nothing to worry about, Lan Zhan. I’ll stay out here for ten more minutes, and then I’ll go back to sleep.”

“Nightmares are not nothing,” his husband says quietly. “Especially not when they are yours. Come here.”

Lan Zhan pulls him into a loose embrace, and then produces a wrapped zongzi from the inside of his sleeve. “Take this and eat it. I washed the rice in talisman water, so it should calm your mind a little.”

In the long spell of silence that follows, Wei Wuxian nibbles on his rice dumpling and wonders how his marriage--which he always expected to be harmonious, of course, but since when did Lan Zhan comb his hair and rub his back when he ate things that disagreed with him, and refuse to go to bed unless Wei Wuxian had already returned to the jingshi and eaten dinner?!--could have gotten to this point without him even realizing it. He even expects Lan Zhan’s attention now, feeling oddly bereft without his husband’s hand in his when they have to attend conferences together, and all of this makes no sense at all, because their marriage is not real.

It never was real, and it never will be.

“Ah, you’re such a good husband,” he smiles, making an effort to laugh a little as he licks the last grains of rice off his fingers. “What did this unworthy one do to marry someone like you, ah?”

Lan Zhan blushes at the compliment and gets to his feet, offering Wei Wuxian a hand up and taking the dumpling wrapper from him.

“Never unworthy, Wei Ying. Come to bed with me,” his husband says, half-commanding and half pleading, for some reason. “You will not dream again if you are not alone.”

Wei Wuxian feels his ears burn. He’s shared a bed with Lan Zhan before, most notably when they slept in the decorated marriage bed together the night after their wedding--but never again since, because Wei Wuxian moved his blanket and pillow into Xiao-Yu’s room the next morning despite his husband’s protests.

After all, taking up space in Lan Zhan’s house was one thing, but being shameless enough to sleep in his bed was quite another.

“That won’t help, Lan Zhan,” he says now. “I was already sleeping with Xiao-Yu, but I’ll be fine! I’m feeling much better, now that I’ve had the zongzi.”

“I do not wish to take the chance. Come and sleep in my room.”

“Lan Zhan, really, there’s no--”

“Niang zi,” his husband interrupts, ignoring the sound of Wei Wuxian choking on his own tongue at the new endearment. “Please, sweetheart. Bring A-Yu, and come to bed.”

And with that, he kisses Wei Wuxian’s forehead and goes back into his room, leaving the doors wide open behind him as he very pointedly rearranges the marriage bed with two extra pillows and the soft blue quilts Lan Xichen gave them at their wedding. He even takes out one of A-Yuan’s old dolls and settles it in the middle of the bed for Xiao-Yu, right before looking back at Wei Wuxian and patting the space beside him.

“Wei Ying,” he calls, so gently that Wei Wuxian’s heart nearly melts right into his stomach. “Come.”

Numbly, Wei Wuxian stumbles into Xiao-Yu’s room and lifts the baby from the bed, making his way to the other side of the house on unsteady feet. Lan Zhan only takes the child from his arms and kisses his forehead again, drawing him down onto the bed at his side before wrapping himself around Wei Wuxian like an octopus.

”Niang zi?!” Wei Wuxian manages to gasp, when his husband finally seems to decide that the two of them are touching in enough places. “Lan Zhan? When did you decide--you can’t just--I know I married into your family, ah, but we’re friends, you don’t have to--”

“You may call me xiang-gong if you like,” Lan Zhan says placidly. “This husband will not mind.”

“Lan Zhan, what do you mean by that!? Lan Zhan!”

stiltonbasket

For renouncement verse. LWJ must have cousins (since Jingyi exists) so what about some of his extended family seeing WWX "cruelly rejecting" their cousin's affections and scolding WWX for it/trying to comfort LWJ and give him advice about how to fix his marriage?

“You must never let the sun go down on your anger,” one of his sixth cousins advises him. “If you fight with your husband, you must make up with him before you go to bed. Neither of you should ever have the chance to sleep on it.”

“I do not fight with my husband,” Lan Wangji says, bemused. “I have never fought with him, not since the Sunshot Campaign.”

And then, a little smugly, he adds--

“The only thing we quarrel over is my attentiveness to him. He thinks I dote too much, and I believe I do not treasure him enough. But I have swayed him on that subject every time, so it is irrelevant.”

His third cousin, Lan Liu, throws up her hands in dismay. “Wangji! It breaks my heart to see him reject you so cold-heartedly--for heaven’s sake, at least listen to us! Of course an outsider would know nothing about the strength of a Lan’s love, so I do not mean that he is in the wrong exactly, but still--how can you bear it?”

Wei Ying, rejecting him! Lan Wangji nearly laughs out loud--how could anyone say that Wei Ying rejects him, when his hands began to grasp for Lan Wangji’s sleeve the moment he leaves their bed in the morning, and when he quivers like a crimson maple leaf whenever Lan Wangji touches him? If anyone--anyone at all--ever saw the way Wei Ying glows when Lan Wangji praises his cooking, or takes a second helping of it, or fusses over Xiao-Yu, how could they even dream that Lan Wangji’s love was being rejected?

Marriage has been everything Lan Wangji ever dreamed of and more (save for the worrying development of his husband’s increased lethargy in the evenings and the way anything too sour or spicy seems to make him ill--but the cure for that turned out to be bland, plain foods and plenty of rest, thank heaven) and he is so heart-breakingly happy that Xichen can hardly keep himself from laughing out loud at the sight of him.

“Being married to him is bliss,” he says softly, his lips trembling at the memory of Wei Ying combing his hair for him that very morning, and helping him dress it and tying on his ribbon before kissing him goodbye. “I am happy, Liu-jie. So much so that I can scarcely hold it.”

(meanwhile, on the other side of the Cloud Recesses:)

“Lan-san-gongzi!” a little voice shouts at the gate fencing off the rabbit field, as Wei Wuxian sits on the other side of it with Xiao-Yu and a heap of baby rabbits piled up in his lap. “I’m here to--to challenge you!”

Wei Wuxian squints against the afternoon sun and jumps at the sight of one of Lan Zhan’s little cousins glaring down at him.

“Little Lan Li? What are you doing here?” he asks. He recognizes the little boy from Sizhui’s infant calligraphy lessons, and then bites back a snort before deciding to go along with whatever chip the child seems to have on his shoulder. “And challenge me, A-Li? What for?”

“For breaking Hanguang-jun’s heart, and flouting all the laws that govern a good and happy marriage! Now stand up and fight me like--like a true, honorable and chivalrous gentleman!”

“Eh?!”

stiltonbasket

Post-canon wangxian arranged marriage au: I just wanna see one or the other of them sip a lil vinegar. Although it would be most satisfying if it were WWX, who makes a deliberate show of being Hanguang-Jun's husband and then maybe has a little bit of a 'wtf was I doing' moment later when the self-awareness sets in.

(brief author’s note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets!)

Wei Wuxian is not jealous.

Being jealous of the pretty, doe-eyed girl from Zhoushang Zhang flirting with Lan Zhan would make no sense, since as Lan Zhan’s best friend, Wei Wuxian ought to be delighted by the prospect of his zhiji falling in love with an eligible maiden.

The fact that the aforementioned zhiji is his husband does not matter at all.

They are friends first and foremost, and two men, besides; and Wei Wuxian has always known that an honorable marriage between cultivators was for lasting companionship and love, begetting and bearing children, and dual cultivation to improve the strength and stability of the couple’s spiritual energy. The marriage between him and Lan Zhan is nothing but a marriage of convenience, one doomed to remain barren forever, and Wei Wuxian can’t cultivate, either--so how could he be jealous, when every word Zhang-xiaojie says to Lan Zhan is a step closer to his husband’s eternal bliss?

Wei Wuxian can’t be jealous, of course. And he isn’t, not in the slightest, which was why he took Xiao-Yu and withdrew into the nearest corner when Zhang-zongzhu’s daughters trapped Lan Zhan in their midst and started flirting with him. Remaining close by would only make the lady guests believe that Lan Zhan is happily married: which he is, for the moment, but only because he doesn’t know any better.

I’m happily married, though, something small and hurt seems to whisper in the back of Wei Wuxian’s mind, as he and A-Yu make a hasty escape from the gaudy feasting hall and begin looking for somewhere quiet to sit. I’m happy, being married to Lan Zhan.

stiltonbasket

Renouncement Verse prompt: you mentioned in the last update that wangxian slept in the same bed the night of their wedding. Can we see the marriage or after the marriage in the jingshi? Seems like some Quality Pining™️!

After two months of negotiations, a journey by boat across every sect between Yunmeng and Gusu, a negotiation gathering, a betrothal, a tea ceremony, and then--finally--a wedding, Wei Wuxian is actually married, bound to a husband in the eyes of earth and heaven and his ancestors and over a thousand wedding guests.

He’s bound and married to Lan Zhan, none the less.

“This is really weird,” he mutters to himself, as the two of them lie side by side in the decorated chuang bed. They don’t even have Xiao-Yu with them, since everyone from Lan Xichen down to Jiang Cheng said they ought to be alone on the wedding night for propriety’s sake if nothing else, even though Wei Wuxian had opposed the idea so strongly that Jiang Cheng actually looked unnerved by his reluctance.

There’s no point in a proper wedding night, he sulks now, rolling onto his stomach and glaring at the carved wooden lotuses in front of him. Lan Zhan and I are friends, not lovers, and I’m going to divorce him the second he finds someone he likes. This is stupid.

After all, the only reason he hadn’t gone so far as to announce their impending divorce during the negotiations was because that would have been the height of discourtesy when everyone was taking such pains to make the marriage happen--and the height of discourtesy to Lan Zhan, who seems perfectly happy with the idea of spending his life with his best friend even if it means giving up the chance of a love match in the future.

But since Wei Wuxian is his dearest friend, and always has been, he can hardly let Lan Zhan waste away at his side when he could be enjoying eternity with a sweet, goodhearted maiden who would keep to all the sect precepts and be a fitting companion to him. It was why he asked his new bridegroom to omit the blessing of many children, born quickly from the wedding bed ceremony; they entered into the marriage with Xiao-Yu and A-Yuan, of course, but it makes no sense to think about more little ones when he and Lan Zhan will have to separate sometime, and hopefully sooner rather than later.

“But Wei Ying has always wished for a large family,” Lan Zhan frowned, when Wei Wuxian brought the subject up last month. “I know the blessing is for born children, but our children will not be, so surely it applies either way?”

“I’m happy with the two we have,” Wei Wuxian returned. “Aren’t you?”

And that had been the end of it, even if the look Lan Zhan gave him before agreeing nearly made Wei Wuxian feel guilty for some reason.

Was his zhiji really looking forward to a houseful of children with him, of all people? And raising children together, even if Wei Wuxian will only ever be a poor example to them?

Surely not, Wei Wuxian decides, before yawning into the back of his hand and drifting off to sleep. He only thinks so because he’s given up on falling in love, and being married to a wife who loves him, and having children with her after a real wedding--well, not on my watch! Never!

catholicorprotestant

I think about single dad Lan Wangji a lot.

Like Sizhui turned out to be such a sweet, kind, caring, and thoughtful young man. And it's established that he doesn't remember much at all before coming to Cloud Recesses. He's taught that context is important. Things aren't black and white. He's the only one of the Lan juniors who is kind to who they think is Mo Xuanyu. Like he's so gentle and good. I think about dad Lan Wangji and know he was just so unbelievably GOOD at it because look at Sizhui. He's an angel.

And then we get his perspective. He tells Wen Ning that Lan Wangji was very kind and good to him. I think Wen Ning asks because Lan Wangji seems to be such a cold, withdrawn person to people who don't know how to read him. Perhaps he was concerned. The juniors obviously adore him. And it's not just in that like omg he's so good! I admire him! way. Like they see him and their faces light up. And that just makes me so happy.

We went from seeing teenager Lan Wangji, and learn more about the adult he grows into in this unique way beyond what we actually see from Wei Wuxian's perspective. And I'm here for it because he's just so good.

toptony

Does anybody else get legitimately worried when a fanfic author who was updating regularly just suddenly disappears with no warning? Like, is it a serious case of writers block or are they in a coma? Did they just up and quit? Was it me? Were my reviews not good enough?! Did they die 😳?! Were they kidnapped? Do I need to file a missing persons report? Excuse me officer, there’s been 13 weekly updates and now nothing for months! Find them! What’s their name?! Name!? I don’t know their name but they write 3k+ chapters and I need them safe and back in my life!

naughtylupine-deactivated202305

Sir, that’s my emotional support fanfic author.

drarrymylove

Officer: i’m sorry, but you can’t file this person missing.

Me: you don’t have all the facts.

Officer: which are?

Me: i love them.

phinarei

So, painful story, but I’ve really needed to tell it for a while.

My best friend, the woman I loved for 13 years, was a fic writer in the middle of an especially long piece. She updated on a schedule and had for years. She had a small, but loyal following.

And then she died out of nowhere. One day we were laughing, the next she was in a coma, 3 days later she was dead. She hadn’t been ill and to this day we don’t know what took her. She was just gone.

I knew she had friends all over the world so I went into her email to see if I could find addresses and notify people after a week of blind grief. In her inbox were about a dozen concerned messages from her readers. I cried. I cried and cried and I responded to all of them, telling people she had passed.

And the messages kept coming. Those people spread the word and message after message came in, most of them addressed to me now, as I had given those original readers my contact info. There were words of comfort and grief and just every emotion imaginable in that scenario. I wrote back to them all, thanking them and comforting them.

For months after she died, during the worst of my grief, I had those messages. I had those people. And they had me. I really think I might not have made it to the other side without them.

So, the fact that you care? That you think of them? That these authors who became a presence in your world are missed when they aren’t there? It means something very real. On the off chance that the author did die? Anyone who has seen this post will find comfort during the loss of their friend or family member, knowing that you all exist. That they aren’t alone. That you CARE that the world now lacks their loved one.

So, yeah. I’ve seen this post and ones like it for years and wanted to share this story. I finally could today.

Thank you, every person who reblogged this post. People like you are the biggest reason I’m alive today.

pascalcampion

caption that

#JusticeForGeorgeFloyd #BlackLivesMatter

#pascalcampion

yibuo

yibo’s video call struggles during his magic show [eng sub]

wangji-love

phoenixrisesoncemore

This whole thing was an arrow straight to my heart. Have you ever seen Lan WangJi look THAT relaxed? And in the first gif there’s that tiny tension shift in his mouth that would be unnoticeable on anyone else but on him it practically screams *smile*.

Here they are, back in Gusu, and LWJ has just obliterated his reputation in the most direct and unambiguous way he possibly could (“yes, I knew who he was this whole time” and *Eowyn voice* “I will smite you if you touch him!”). So, screw it, bring Wei Ying the Emperor’s Smile. There’s now drinking in the Cloud Recesses.

linglynz

Wei Wuxian + red inner robes

incorrectbuckoarchive

caminadrummer

The Untamed - Episode 22 // Star Trek: The Original Series - City on the Edge of Forever

yiqiie

whenever i see you, i know that i’m home for anon

requests are open!

estelwenadia

Wang Yibo teaching Xiao Zhan how to dance

I think it’s fated for them to meet at The Untamed, because Wang Yibo is a dance expert and Xiao Zhan isn’t. Hence Xiao Zhan was able to ask Wang Yibo to help him with the dance steps and Wang Yibo was more than happy to oblige him.