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Did you try searching ‘vinegar jug’ in the Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian tag? Because this came up when I tried it:

imperial setting; no magic; nie mingjue/jiang yanli 

Summary: A week before she was due to marry taizi Jin Zixuan and become crown princess of the middle kingdom, Jiang Yanli, firstborn and daughter of venerated military Jiang family of Yunmeng, took a trip to the most pious Buddhist temple in the mountains. In her company was only a meek handmaiden, a precarious choice indeed, for on the way home, Jiang Yanli was accosted and abducted by a band of strongmen. They rode under the flag of Qinghe’s Bujing’Shi, an infamous sect in pugilist society not even the imperial government dare antagonize without reason, led by a man named Nie Mingjue. 

[6] Epilogue: Wei Wuxian felt left out…or that one time Nie Mingjue was embarrassed to meet his in-laws. 

Jin Zixuan became Emperor after 49 days of imperial funeral rites. 

The first thing he did, because boy thought too much with his cock and not enough with his brain, was announcing his intention to instate Luo Qingyang as his Empress. 

Now that caused some major political upheaval in court, MUCH to Jin Ziyao’s dismay. 

Huang’xiong please, huang’xiong you’re going to send me to an early grave with all your antics. I JUST helped you cover up Father’s murder, could you calm down for maybe 3 seconds. I am BREATHLESS - 

Huang’xiong, Luo-guniang needs time and love and care and…THERAPY, not a crown! I mean eventually maybe a crown, but NOT NOW. 

Jin Ziyao needed a vacation. So when his lover bestfriend Lan Xichen suggested he accompany him to visit their old mutual friend to congratulate him on his nuptials, Jin Ziyao jumped at the chance. It would only be for a couple of days. The country can surely survive a couple of days without its Lianfang-wang and Zhongshu-shilang. 

Lan Wangji looks down when there is a gentle tug on his sleeves to see his son pointing in the distance. 

“What about that, a-die?” Lan Yuan asks. 

Lan Wangji glances in the direction Lan Yuan is pointing towards, and smiles. “The flower?” he murmurs. 

Lan Yuan nods eagerly, and holds out his open palm towards Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji takes his hand, and slowly traces the characters on Lan Yuan’s palm. “玉蘭花 (yulan hua)*,” he tells Lan Yuan when he’s done, and holds out his own palm so that Lan Yuan can practise. 

The ‘蘭’ character has more strokes than anything else Lan Wangji has taught Lan Yuan today, but Lan Yuan is smart, has exemplary memory, and is determined. 

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, look!”

Wei Wuxian waited gleefully as Lan Wangji dutifully looked over at him from the night hunt reports he is poring over. He was striking a coy pose, complete with a sly smirk, waistband pulled halfway down his butt, so the still slightly reddened characters were just visible. Instead of his ears turning pink like Wei Wuxian was so looking forward to, instead, Lan Wangji shot him a flat look and returned to his papers.

Wei Wuxian gaped. “Hanguang-jun! What do you think you’re doing, ignoring me like that? Did you see my new ink?”

“Mn.”

“And what do you think?”

Lan Wangji blinked slowly, not looking at him. “Boring.”

With an aggrieved sound, Wei Wuxian yanked his pants back up--not carefully enough, he realized with a wince as it throbbed--and threw himself down next to him. “Not this again! I got a tattoo on my ass, Lan-er-gege, how dare you say I’m boring!”

“Not you. The rule.”

“Huh?”

“The rule you chose. It’s not even clever.”

Wei Wuxian bolted back upright and stared at him, mouth hanging open, squinting. “What?”

Lan Wangji didn’t even respond, making a last notation on the sheet before setting it aside and picking up another, eyes moving as he read. Wei Wuxian slapped his hand down in the middle of the page and waited for Lan Wangji to look over at him, patiently. “Not even clever? You’re now saying that my terrible, deviant ways are boring you?!” Indignation raised his voice in both volume and pitch until he was positively squeaking.

With the smallest smile, Lan Wangji put the paper back down and patted his cheek. “I told you, Wei Ying is never boring. ‘Do not be wasteful.’”

Dumbfounded, Wei Wuxian blinked at him several times before demanding, “Are you having a stroke?”

“The rule. It would have been funnier.”

Lan Wangji watched him watching him with his face utterly still as he processed this. Then, Wei Wuxian burst into uproarious laughter, rocking back before he keeling forward again, bent double. “Oh my god! Oh my god, Lan Zhan! You are writing that on my ass right now!” he gasped.

He snatched up Lan Wangji’s grading brush and stood, yanking his waistband down on the other cheek and turning so his husband could methodically adorn it with the rule in perfect calligraphy. While they waited for it to dry, Wei Wuxian crowed, “Oh! Oh, ‘perform acts of chivalry’ on my ass, husband.”

Lan Wangji nodded solemnly, and said, “’Diligence is the root’.”

“Ooo, ‘be strict on yourself’,” Wei Wuxian grinned, batting his eyelashes suggestively.

“‘Be easy on others’.”

Lan Wangji’s face goes slack with surprise, when it happens. 

Wei Wuxian is so enraptured by the the expression on Lan Wangji’s face (an expression!!), that he thinks he forgets to breathe. It’s the best thing that’s happened to him all day, the best thing that’s happened all month, really, since the first time Lan Wangji stepped into this coffee shop. 

Wei Wuxian grins, and pushes Lan Wangji’s travel mug towards him. “Gege?” he says again, schooling his features into something less gleeful. “Is there something wrong with your drink, gege? Did Wei Ying make a mistake?” 

Lan Wangji swallows. “Stop it,” he says, glancing around, even though it’s half past five in the morning, and he’s Wei Wuxian’s only customer. 

“Stop what?” Wei Wuxian asks, blinking. He widens his eyes, the way he’s been told makes him look particularly innocent. “Gege has to tell me if I’ve made a mistake. How else will I learn to be good for gege?” 

Lan Wangji lets out a soft noise that makes Wei Wuxian’s blood sing, before he snatches his travel mug from the counter, and flees the coffee shop.

Wei Wuxian is grinning all through the rest of his shift. 

(send me a fic premise that 100% sounds like the kind of thing I would write, and I’ll tell you how embarrassingly accurate it is!)

The first thing Lan Wangji notices about the Jiang sect’s head disciple (after that first meeting on the roof, where Young Master Wei wore black and grey to sneak into the compound undetected) is that he always wears mourning white.

Not purple, like the other disciples of his sect, or dark blue like Jiang Fengmian wore on the rare handful of occasions that he and Lan Wangji crossed paths: Wei Wuxian is dressed in blanch-white from the ribbon in his hair to the shoes on his feet, and Lan Xichen pulls up short at the sight of him standing beside his sister and brother for the salutation ceremony.

His soulmate must be dead, Lan Wangji hears a couple of sympathetic Lan disciples murmuring in the crowd. Poor child, to be mourning his fated one so early in his life!

Despite himself, Lan Wangji pities Wei Wuxian, too. The first few weeks of classes are enough to prove that the young man is irreverent, careless, irrepressibly cheerful--but in the few moments of stillness that Lan Wangji manages to glimpse, the bold laughter in Wei Wuxian’s eyes and the frank happiness of his smiling mouth falls into a kind of melancholy that Lan Wangji prays he will never have to learn himself.

His own soulmate has been a constant presence throughout his life. He knows when they laugh, which is so often that Xiongzhang often teases him about how happy his future will be with such a beloved to bring down the sun and stars for him, and Lan Wangji already cherishes this precious person so much that the mere idea of losing them is enough to stop his breath.

Much later, Lan Wangji learns that Wei Ying’s soulmate had died when he was around six; one day the young Wei Ying noticed that his fated one had not laughed in many months, and when many months turned into two years it was decided that the one on the other side of his connection must have passed away. Soulmates are usually the same age, after all, and Wei Ying had been young enough that even children destined to grow up into somber adults would have laughed at that age now and then--but Wei Ying’s soulmate had not laughed at all in the twelve years since, so he began wearing mourning for them when he was only ten.

It makes Lan Wangji more lenient with him than he would have been with anyone else, though he doesn’t realize it for the next several months.

The time they spend together is also what leads Lan Wangji to betray his own soulmate, and fall in love with someone already mourning theirs.

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“Are you well, Wangji?” is the first thing Lan Xichen asks, when they reunite in Qinghe after Lan Wangji’s escape from Qishan. “What--A-Zhan, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

Additional tags:

Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: 

They have reached terminal dumbassery, I’m sorry to say.

(Also, thank you!!!)

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“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cried when he caught sight of Lan Zhan. He was quick to catch up to him, huffing and puffing with the exertion. “You haven’t found your soulmate yet, right?”

Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying with a frown, wondering what the sudden question was really about. It was a rather personal question. Still, he dutifully answered in the affirmative. The answer was obvious, anyway. Lan Zhan did not have anyone he was particularly close with, other than his brother, and family rarely led to soulmate bonds. Not to mention that his brother already had a soulmate.

“Excellent,” Wei Ying breathed, and beamed up at him. “Wanna date me, then?”

Lan Zhan’s heart stood still for one moment, and then started beating impossibly faster at the words. Had Wei Ying noticed his feelings? Wei Ying hadn’t found his soulmate yet, either, and Lan Zhan had found himself quietly hoping…

More of these two being disgusting and in love. Argh.

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“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Hn?” Lan Wangji replied, more a sound than an actual word. He was lazily stroking Wei Wuxian’s long hair, gently untangling the knots that their earlier, rather vigorous activities had caused as he did so. He was feeling a wonderful kind of exhaustion, one that made him perfectly content to stay where he was and not feel the need to move for the foreseeable future. And since he had Wei Wuxian right here with him, a heavy weight against his chest, there truly was no need to move at all.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian repeated, now sounding rather more contemplative than questioning. “Do you like me, Lan Zhan?”

A FIC HAS BEEN WRITTEN TO MY IDEA!!!! 

@silvarbelle does it again!!! a whole 14+K worded fic of Wei Wuxian moaning his lungs away to piss a very rude cultivator, and Lan Wangji, the poor jealous husband, must take action!

[not exactly an au, more like a prequel to this??]

Some say he’s run away. 

The great General Lan Xichen, commander of three hundred thousand of the nation’s best troops, forced to marry the emperor, as a concubine, no less, kept in the inner palace to warn the Lan family against any disloyalty - of course he would escape at the first opportunity he gets. 

Poor Lan Xichen - once expected to marry a nice noblewoman and to carry on the Lan family line, now forced to bed the emperor, to be paraded around like a trophy. Look how powerful the emperor is! Even the great general of the previous dynasty now falls at his feet, answers to his every call! 

Jiang Cheng listens to the whispers of his courtiers, and thinks about the gentleness of Lan Xichen’s touch, the soft curve of his lips when he smiles. 

He hears them call his love a deserter, and wants to scream. Lan Xichen hadn’t deserted, had he? He’d won the battle of Langya, and was on the way back to Yunmeng, before he disappeared. He won, like he had promised Jiang Cheng he would right before he left the palace. He had been smiling then as well, telling Jiang Cheng he would be right back. 

I was quite suddenly hit over the head with Mo Xuanyu feels and how very good Jiang “I take in any strays that need help” Cheng would be to him.

This plays heavily into my headcanon that Jiang Cheng rebuild his Sect by taking in all the orphans and disciples who didn’t want to stay with their Sect, and it quickly spreads around that everyone is welcome at Lotus Pier.

Mo Xuanyu is eighteen or nineteen here, so too old to be adopted, but not too old for Jiang Cheng to try XD

It’s over 5k long, so you can either read it here or switch over to AO3.

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Mo Xuanyu is still shaking, though he’s sure that by now most of it is because he’s cold and wet.

He only has the clothes he’s wearing right now, so he can’t even change into something dry in an attempt to warm up and he just knows that he’s going to get sick.

He raises his hand to his temple, where it’s still uncomfortably hot and throbbing and it comes away sticky and wet, so the cut is still bleeding, too.

Mo Xuanyu curls up on the side of the road, burying his face in his knees.

He doesn’t know what to do now.

He ran away in panic, and he realizes now that he should have stayed, no matter what his uncle was about to do to him, because now he doesn’t have a place to go back to at all. But even the thought of his uncle’s hand on him is making him feel sick, and he knows there hasn’t really been a choice for him.

He was getting used to the abuse he suffered there, but his uncle leering at him, and telling him in a sickly sweet voice that he should serve him as long as Madame Mo is out on meetings has been too much for Mo Xuanyu.

He had struggled against the hands on his body and when his uncle had smacked him down, Mo Xuanyu had taken the opportunity to kick him and then he ran out without looking back.

So going back is really not an option, not anymore. It’s not like he wants to anyway; ever since his mother killed herself, there is nothing at Mo Manor that keeps him there, except the promise of a roof over his head and somewhat regular meals.

Well, he’s going to have to learn to do without either of those things.

Mo Xuanyu briefly entertains the thought of going back to Jinlintai—surely they wouldn’t just leave him on the streets—but then he remembers how they chased him out, how they watched him tumble down the stairs and how they laughed at him, and he knows he can’t go back there either.

But that leaves him with nowhere else to go.

Jin Guangyao made sure to ruin his reputation so thoroughly that no other sect would take him in, either. He can probably count himself lucky if he isn’t being chased out of any territory.

Mo Xuanyu presses his face harder into his knees, even though it aggravates the cut on his temple, and he wonders what he’s going to do now.

“How much did Wei Wuxian pay you?” Jiang Cheng asks.

Lan Xichen’s lips quirk. “I thought that might be your reaction,” he murmurs. His tone is teasing when he reminds Jiang Cheng, “Your brother doesn’t have enough money to be able to afford to play pranks like this on you.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed to Jiang Cheng that Lan Xichen has sneakily slipped in the fact that he knows who Wei Wuxian is to Jiang Cheng, even though that information wasn’t volunteered.

(Or, yet another amnesia fic that nobody asked for.)

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship Summary:

“Wangji, are you sure this is what you want?” Lan Xichen asked.

Lan Wangji studied the bottom of his teacup for a long time before he was able to raise his gaze to meet the concerned eyes of his brother and speak.

link to AO3 AUTHOR: The Silverfish T, 14277 words, 3/3

RELATIONSHIPS: Lan Wangji / Wei Wuxian BLURB: cloud recesses era, lwj is cursed to be the perfect lan

SUMMARY:

There’s something wrong with second young Master Lan. Of this, Wei Ying is absolutely certain, despite his peers’ doubts. How to help, however, is unclear, especially when Wei Ying can’t seem to prove that it’s not just all in his head…

mind manipulation, hurt/comfort, angst, pining