18 Dec 2019
One of Hanguang Jun’s rabbits follows him out of Cloud Recesses. It’s white as snow, and far too small to be fully grown, and hops determinedly after him as he goes down the mountain pass.
Song Lan acquires a new companion for his travels to find some kind of purpose as he remembers, honours and adores the memories of the old.
- Part 4 of Lost and Found
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05 Dec 2020
Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan, from beginning to end.
24 Oct 2019
The evening Lan Wangji – Lan Zhan to friends, or rather friend, being all of one, being all of Wei Ying – accidentally overhears the heart’s desire of his heart’s desire is a cold winter’s day, the first snow falling outside.
“Brother Wei,” Nie Huaisang says cheerfully, another voice Lan Zhan knows far too well. “Still no luck getting Lan Wangji to Netflix and chill with you?”
Jiang Cheng makes a retching noise. Wei Ying makes a stuttering noise.
“I don’t….!” Wei Ying protests, but Nie Huaisang only laughs and Wei Ying stutters again and groans and sighs. “How do you know… I want to….”
Lan Zhan looks down at his hands, brow furrowed. Netflix and chill? Wei Ying wants to watch Netflix with him and relax? That is his heart’s desire? It sounds slightly odd, but Lan Zhan wants Wei Ying to have anything, everything, has since Wei Ying persistently annoyed his way into Lan Zhan’s heart when they were 15 and at school together and apparently, everything includes Netflix and chill with him.
Lan Zhan will make that happen.
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22 Feb 2020
There are only sixteen ways to silence Wei Wuxian, so far, when he absolutely will not silence himself, but Lan Wangji considers this list a work in progress. Perhaps it will be the work of his lifetime, a feat worth immortalizing in song and story.
Not that this particular method will find its way into a song for anyone else’s ears.
18 Apr 2020
His mouth moves before he can reconsider:
“You’ll hate it.”
Lan Wangji blinks at him, the smallest hint of a smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. Wei Wuxian’s heart thuds painfully in his chest.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji affirms, taking another sip of his tea.