Just Thinking About Wangxian Being Obnoxious Parents Who Show Their Love EVERYWHERE. Like A-yuan Is Already

just thinking about wangxian being obnoxious parents who show their love EVERYWHERE. like a-yuan is already used to it but when their friends come over they almost gag when they hear the overly sweetness and feel miserable about their single lives

i have so many ideas for wangxian fanfics but 0 idea how to do them 😭

yiling laozu and hanguang jun being in a arranged marriage and everyone feel sorry for lan wangji thinking he’s being mistreated and controlled by the demon of wei wuxian

little do they know that hanguang jun literally said to his clan “im gonna marry him” and then just deflected to be with the love of his life and be a wholesome couple who ha the kinkiest sex

there’s something so delicious abt sapphic binqiu 😭🫶🏻 they look so good and uuuuugh ugly crying

the air didn’t come to his lungs. he could only taste the blood and the smoke in his mouth, moving through his throat and asphyxiating him even more. but he couldn’t feel it anymore. his hands, his legs, his fingers… they were all long numb even before the siege started.

his family’s screams resonated in his ears still, alongside with the soft cries of fear a-yuan had let slip earlier. but that was all lost. all was just but a cloud of smoke and bodies in the ground, him in the center of everything. but they were awaiting for him, he knew, he could hear it sing it deep inside him for the last time. he laughed, dry and sarcastic, his eyes stinging and red blooded. he couldn’t get anywhere else, there was nothing more to fight for or for him to protect. he tried to, but the results were now before him, a bloodbath planted on his feet.

he recognized the feeling after the agonizing desperation: resignation. he was ready to go. after all, even in a world so big, there was no longer place for him in it. however, his silly heart still palpitated with the hope of his baby, his a-yuan to live. his traitorous imagination showed him how he would’ve grown, a young man with endless dreams, possibly a doctor as his ancestors; or a righteous cultivator, someone who upheld his own ideals in this cruel world. he imagined being there with him, watching his little radish being someone home, starting his own family, alongside with the wen.

as the corpses lost control and chase after their own master, he could only look at the sky: bright with stars, the full moon looking at him, almost tenderly, and it was like his body wasn’t shredded into pieces.

secretly, he always compared lan wangji to the moon: soothing, cold, but tender. funny that the last he saw was it, as he ascended with above.

wlw wangxian wherein theyre gym partners and it’s just overbearing sexual tension in the gym and everyone is tired of them

in nie huaisang words: just fuck already