#lan xichen
“So…am I fired?”
some of you said Xue Yang and Xichen should hang out so I’m here to let you know about how actually Xue Yang hits on maintains a healthy relationship with ALL of 3zun
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heart stops beating, beat like a brutal day
you were my first faith (i found my last light)
made out of lies like all the others
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Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.
Still, there is this horror at being left behind.
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I love how everybody in the cultivators world are like, Lan Wangji hates The Yiling Patriarch
Meanwhile Lan Xichen: Dear diary, today my brother was shamelessly propositioning Wei Wuxian again. When will this nightmare end-
Happy Valentine’s Day
Family gathering
LXC: Did you see his expression when he saw me !
(*´∇｀*)
JGY: He…was terrified
LXC: Oh…(*´-`)
that scene where lwj is quietly panicking and reassessing everything he thought he knew about the world and asks his brother “hey does nuance like, exist?” and lxc is like “oh yeah for sure. just follow your heart” and lwj was like “…shit” and lxc goes “is this about wei y-” and lwj goes “NO”
lan xichen was really like *traumadumps the weirdest fucking story you’ve ever heard* *flute solo* “do you know my brother is in love with you?” at like 2am in the span of five minutes and no one stopped him
This is why lans have a strict bedtime of 9pm
Thanks@evolutionsbedingt for creating this absolutely beautiful moodboard for my fic!
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Title: Of Cats and Curses
Pairing: Lan Xichen/Jiang Cheng
Rating: Teen
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Excerpt:
Lán Huàn is a cat. Mostly white though with stripes of light and dark grey, a fluffy coat, and a long soft-looking tail. Under most circumstances, he would have thought he looked like a fine cat, certainly on the bigger side, if it weren’t for the matted fur on his chest, where a deep gash is running along.
Before Lán Huàn can comprehend and do something about the wound, someone moves into the clearing, steps sure yet careful, sword sheathed in one hand, the other balled into a fist, purple lightning crackling around it. Clearly, he is expecting someone or something to attack him. Lán Huàn would have recognised the purple robes everywhere as they flutter slightly with movement and wind. Relief washes over him at seeing the familiar scowling face of Jiāng Wǎnyín.
Words: 7.590
disaster zone | trauma | prisoner
31st entry for @whumptober2021
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Title: It’s always darkest before the dawn
Pairing: Lan Xichen/Jiang Cheng
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Choose not to warn
Excerpt:
The rain is still pelting down, harsh winds pressing it against the window shutters and concerned Lán Huàn looks at them. It’s been raining for a few days, not atypical for the season but the amount is troubling. Yesterday, word came back from Cǎiyī Zhèn that the lake has started to swell up but that for the moment the protective arrays have been holding the water at bay.
He looks down at the letters on his desk, searching for the familiar seal of the Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect. He cannot find it. It might have an obvious explanation, such as the messengers not getting through because of the rain. In his heart, he fears it’s for a different reason.
Words: 3.690
major character death | left for dead|ghosts
30th entry for @whumptober2021
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Title: The Cost of Catastrophe
Pairing: 3zun (could be romantic or friendship) - focus is on Lan Xichen
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Choose not to warn
Excerpt:
There are days where not even the morning light drives away the darkness that has settled over Lán Huàn’s thoughts.
Words: 1.244
“Good. You’re finally awake.” | nightmares | panic
28th entry for @whumptober2021
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Title: From the nightmare we’ve created I want to be awakened
Pairing: 3zun
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Graphic Violence
Excerpt:
It should hurt, Lán Huàn thinks distantly. Right now, it really doesn’t. Most likely because the spike is so sharp. Blood is pooling from the wound, beginning to colour his light robes in red. They will probably need washing after this-
A strange burning sensation starts to spread, running along his meridians, towards his heart and head. Distantly, he realises that that starts to hurt.
Words: 2.626
passing out | vertigo | collapse
27th entry for @whumptober2021
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Title: Hold me in your beating heart
Pairing: 3zun
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Choose not to warn
Excerpt:
Lán Huàn feels the first spark in his chest when Niè Míngjué lowers his weapon, still glaring at Mèng Yáo, still clearly hurt by whatever has transpired between them, and Mèng Yáo looks at him, emotions flickering across his face, regret, grief and fear intermingled, his hands tightening in Lán Huàn’s robes.
Both of them are exhausted, Lán Huàn thinks. They will need some rest and, in time, Niè Míngjué will see reason and Mèng Yáo will have time to explain himself in a calmer atmosphere. And then, his two friends — no, not friends, they mean so much more to him — will be beside him.
Lán Huàn smiles at them and he doesn’t even realise the hope settling deeply into his chest. Instead, relief floods him when he tells them both softly, ‘Let us get you both to a healer, shall we?’
Words: 20.544 (no, that’s not a mistake)
escape | flight | hiding
25th entry for @whumptober2021
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Title: And you can try to be civilized
Pairing: Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose not to warn
Excerpt:
Lán Huàn presses back against the tree, hoping that the cultivators on the steps above him are not looking down. His light blue and white robes have to be easily spottable. But he can’t do anything about that. Not now. He can’t move. Lest the cultivators from Qíshān Wēn Sect spot him.
Words: 1.517
