Wei Wuxian Really Said “no You” And Died With His Sister

Did y'all see the Last episode of Hashira Training Arc? BECAUSE DAMN THEY KILLED ME AND REVIVED ME WITH THE ANIMATIONS AND THE BACKGROUND MUSIC AND EVERYTHING–

Zenitsu has the CharacterDevelopment™ vibes he's going to slay in the next arc OMFG I can't breathe–

Inosuke and Muichiro look absolutely majestic (so do the others haha but can you tell that I'm picking favourites?)

I saw this one video on Insta the other day with Muzan's entry having the 'ami je tomar' bg music and it fits so well I wish he gets the Monjulika treatment

“That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Excuse you, Prongs, it’s artistry, not that you’d know,”

Holding it up with the proudest expression on his face, Sirius revealed the jumper he’d been working on. It was a frankly alarming shade of red, with green Christmas trees scattered at random. The sleeves and collars were a bright shade of green- the same as the Christmas trees.

James thought it was hideous.

Sirius thought it was the greatest jumper in all of history.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind wearing this artistry down to lunch then, would you, Pads?”

“As a matter of fact,” said Sirius, looking James directly in the eye with a smug grin, as he pulled the jumper over his neck. “I think I will.”

The bright red and green clashed heavily with the faded eyeliner that rimmed his eyes and messy black hair, but Sirius’s ear to ear grin was more than contagious enough to distract.

“Hey Pads? Do you still have-” started Remus from the staircase, voice abruptly stopping the second he spotted Sirius. “What the fuck has Prongs done this time?”

“Why Moony, how could you say such a thing about my newest piece of fashion? It’s simply-” he flipped his hair exaggeratedly, before continuing, “fabulous!”

“An effort was made,” deadpanned Remus.

“And you could do better?”

“Why Padfoot,” imitated Remus in a very close voice. “Of course I could!”

“Go on then,” challenged Sirius. “I dare you.”

“What do I get in return?”

“Hmmm… I’ll buy your chocolate stash for a month! Oh, and wear it for the next week straight!”

Remus’s avid smile was more than enough answer.

~~~

“So would you prefer a Christmas jumper, or a normal one?”

Looking up from his textbook, Sirius turned to meet Remus’s eyes. “What d’you mean?”

“The jumper I’m making. For the bet?”

“Oh. Oh, Moony, there’s no need. I’ll always buy your chocolate stash for a month, you don’t need to do all that.”

“But I want to. So tell me, Christmas or-”

“Could you two gentlemen please pay attention? Or do you have better things to talk about? In which case, I invite you two to share it with the entire class.”

Professor McGonagall seemed very irate, and Sirius’s hand jerked away in surprise from where it’d been holding Remus’s under the table.

About to mutter a “sorry professor,” Remus got interrupted by Sirius saying loudly “Oh professor, nothing could be better than your classes, I mean, transfiguration is my favourite subject for a reason, and it definitely isn’t all the homework.”

“As flattering as that was, we both know that wasn’t true, Sirius, so if you could kindly pay attention, that would be lovely.”

Turning back to the board, McGonagall continued whatever she was focusing on. But Remus felt a note put in his hand as Sirius held it below the table.

Opening it up, it said in Sirius’s familiar scrawl “christmas will do just fine, but you won’t be able to beat the sheer beauty mine radiates.”

Grinning, Remus silently waited ‘til he could get his hands on some wool.

~~~

If the feast two days before Christmas was so magnificent, there were high expectations for when the festival actually arrived. With turkey and rich gravy, heaps of mashed potatoes and way too much dessert, everyone lingered in the great hall much longer than usual. Everyone except Remus.

“Why are you heading up so early?” Asked Sirius in complete and utter surprise when Remus mentioned it. “Have you seen the feast today? They even have chocolate fudge!”

“I know,” said Remus, looking torn between the table and the door. “But I have other things to do.”

“More important than this?”

“Sadly.”

“Finee,” drawled James, dragging the word out. “We’ll save you some fudge!”

“I owe you!”

As Remus climbed up the stairs, he brushed back a strand of hair and mentally made a note of the designs he could weave into the jumper. Grabbing the red wool from his drawer, he slumped down onto the bed to start.

Intertwining the wool between the needles, Remus’s head buzzed with ideas to make this jumper better than the others. Maybe he lost track of time, because before he knew it, James and Sirius’s telltale steps and sleepy chatter became louder as they headed to the dorm.

“-but the best thing about him has to be his beard. Imagine how much he’d have to comb it!”

“His clothes are much better, Prongs, haven’t you seen the way he matches his hats to his robes?”

“But it wouldn’t look the same without the beard would it?”

“You know, you may have a point-”

“I don’t know, maybe the greatest part of Dumbledore- the greatest wizard, well, ever- is his magic?” Added Peter dryly.

“Not really,” hummed Sirius at the same time James went “Nah.”

“Moony! What do you-”

“I have to agree with James,” started Remus, exchanging a grin with him. “His beard is simply iconic.”

“See! Moony agrees!”

“But you said you liked his hat better! Remember? When we were late to transfiguration?” Asked Sirius accusatorily, swinging his arms about lazily.

“I did?”

Remus looked confused- the type that wasn’t fake.

“Agree to disagree? I’m too sleepy to argue anym-” James trailed off into a yawn, caught by the rest of them.

“Just this once, Prongs,” mumbled Sirius trying not to yawn again.

As the three of them turned away, Remus reached below his pillow for the half finished jumper, and picked up his wand before muttering spells.

It was a simple charm he was trying to do, and shouldn’t have taken as long as it did. But with no way to test it himself, Remus was left hoping it would work the next day.

~~~

Rubbing his eyes, Remus woke up feeling a bit groggy, before he remembered the jumper he was ready to give. Waving his wand, he watched as the jumper wrapped itself in red wrapping paper and neatly finished off with a gold ribbon.

Climbing softly into Sirius’s bed, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from Sirius’s face. “Pads?”

Stirring slightly, Sirius mumbled something incoherent before snuggling into Remus’s chest, making him smile.

“Pads, I’ve got something for you.”

“Too early,” mumbled Sirius, burying his head deeper into Remus’s chest and pulling closer.

“It’s only-” Remus checked his watch. “Eight in the morning!”

“And that’s too early to watch Prongs practice quidditch, huh?”

“Well,” started Remus, trying to come up with something. “Just- wake up!”

“Mkay, okay, I’m waking up,” yawned Sirius, slowly opening his eyes and pushing himself up. His eyes were still barely open, as he pushed the hair out of his face. “What is it?”

“Remember when you dared me to make a jumper?”

“You actually did it?” Asked Sirius, grinning and suddenly a bit more awake. 

Passing over the box, Remus grinned almost shyly. “Consider it an early Christmas gift. Seeing that you will be wearing it for the next week straight.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I said that?”

“Yes, you did,” said Remus, his grin growing wider.

“I did, didn’t I? Well,” said Sirius, a bit brighter, all the sleepiness gone from his voice. “Let’s see if you live up to your word.”

Messily unwrapping the ribbon, Sirius bit his lip in anticipation and tore the wrapping paper.

Holding it up, the widest, most earnest smile spread across Sirius’s lips. Beautifully detailed snowflakes were charmed to slowly flutter in a non existent breeze, over a red background, confined by horizontal stripes. Another layer of stripes had reindeers that seemed to be following each other in pounce, and Sirius chuckled softly when he noticed.

“Thank you- I- this… really is amazing, Moons, where’d you learn it?”

“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” said Remus, with anticipation. “Put it on.”

Pulling his shirt over his head, Sirius shrugged into the jumper. It seemed to fit absolutely perfectly, the sleeves falling barely an inch over his wrists.

“Now transform into Padfoot,” said Remus, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“What?”

“Turn into Padfoot,” repeated Remus with a grin.

Looking wary, Sirius transformed and was replaced with Padfoot- only, he was still wearing the same Christmas jumper, simply adjusted. When realisation hit him, Sirius transformed back with the biggest grin on his face looking impressed.

“You- you actually did that? How?”

“Magic.”

Sirius rolled his eyes but his smile was more than happy. “I’d wear this for much more than one week straight.”

“Would you buy my chocolate for more than a month?”

“Of course,” chuckled Sirius, moving in for a gentle kiss and bringing a hand through Remus’s hair. “Merry Christmas in advance- it’s tomorrow,” he whispered excitedly.

“It is, and it’s going to be awesome.”

Sirius and James when they wanted to take Dumbledore to the winter ball-

Sirius *holding a cauliflower in his hand*: Dear Dumblydore, Today, I am here to make a confession. So, when I first saw you, I felt like the gates of heaven have opened for me. Your beautiful eyes, your wrinkly skin, your white beard, everything is so Perfect. With all my love, I would like to ask you if you will accept my flower and go to the ball with me? *Gets down on one knee dramatically*

James *has his hand on his chest and a look of betrayal on his face*: HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS? YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL! HOW DARE YOU ASK THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO THE BALL? I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!

Sirius *turns to face James*: I was the first one to fall for Dumblydore. So get lost! He is MINE.

James & Sirius: *start fighting*

Dumbledore: *Is laughing hard*

James: Wait, let us ask Dumbly-Pie who he wants to go with. I bet it's me.

Sirius: Ha! Let's see.

James & Sirius *turn to face Dumbledore*: My dear Dumblydore/Dumbly-Pie, who would you like to go with to the ball?

Dumbledore: *finally catching his breath* I am sorry but I can't go with you both. Remus asked me first and so I am going with him.

Please help me find this one wangxian fanfic: Lan Sizhui pov, I don't remember much of the plot but there was this one scene where Wangxian and the juniors are outside and they also have a child with them I don't remember why and someone flirts with Lan Wangji. Lan Sizhui asks Wei Wuxian why he isn't jealous or something like that and Wei Wuxian is just like "Lan Zhan probably doesn't know how to reject someone" and Lan Sizhui goes to help him out with the child. Lan Sizhui straight up keeps the child in Lan Wangji's arms and calls him Father and calls Wei Wuxian dad and stuff to deter that woman who was flirting with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian after all that is like "Lan Zhan you were leaving me with the kids???" all jokingly and yeah that's all I remember thank you for your help!

I NEED to read more of this it's such a fun idea!!!

Short crack Prompt:

Wei Wuxian inherited many things from his mother, but he got his father's hair, thick, long, lustrous and silky. His hair has always been longer than most and darker than midnight. He doesn't want to cut it, but hates it coming onto his face, on his hands on his sword while he's doing anything, THUS, ✨he braids it✨.

It's a long thick braid, reaching below his thighs and sitting on his shoulders without his permission. Whenever he turns around or is sword drilling, it swishes behind him like it has a life of it's own.

Bonus: wwx in braid is many people's gay / straight awakening. Jc and yzh has to keep away suiters (and creeps) behind wwx , cuz he's oblivious to other's crush on him. As he's busy looking at lwj 🙃

"Lan-xiong," Nie Huaisang says one afternoon, while Lan Wangji is trying to meditate in the courtyard behind the Yashi. "There's something you ought to know before the guest disciples get here."

Lan Wangji squints at him.

"What is it?" he says flatly. Knowing Nie Huaisang as he does, he guesses that Huaisang intends to relay some piece of gossip; but as telling tales about others is strictly forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, Nie Huaisang ought to know better than to attempt such a thing before the clan's Head of Discipline.

"It's about Yunmeng Jiang," Nie Huaisang says.

"What about Yunmeng Jiang?" Lan Wangji has had little to do with the cultivators of Yunmeng Jiang, but he doubts that a class of their most talented disciples could cause much trouble at the lectures. "Have Jiang-zongzhu's daughter and her shidimei decided not to come?"

Nie Huaisang waves his fan in dismissal. "Oh, nothing so serious as that. It's only—well, have you heard of Wei Wuxian?"

"Briefly. He is Jiang-zongzhu's head disciple, is he not?"

The aforementioned Wei Wuxian's instatement as head disciple was an occasion of some note in the Jianghu, Lan Wangji remembers. For one thing, Wei Wuxian is not a bloodline member of the clan: though this is not so uncommon amongst the latest generation of head disciples, especially in sects where clan disciples are not the majority. For another, Wei Wuxian was apparently disfavored by his shimu from the day Jiang Fengmian first brought him to Lotus Pier at the age of five—and when the news of his appointment reached Lanling Jin last year, there was a great deal of murmuring about how Yu Ziyuan had taken it.

"He is the head disciple," Nie Huaisang says gravely, "but that is of no importance here. The trouble is—oh, it's just a word, don't look like that—is that Wei-gongzi is a calamitous beauty, and his shidimen wrote to me asking whether the Cloud Recesses would be willing to assist in his protection during the lectures."

He holds out a letter and passes it to Lan Wangji. "Here. Jiang-xiong explained everything."

Much to Lan Wangji's regret, the letter's contents are exactly as Nie Huaisang described them. Apparently, Wei Wuxian—referred to in the letter as da-shixiong, as it had been penned by Jiang Wanyin and his biaodi Yu Zhenhong—is both too handsome for his own good and dangerously charming; and as a result, Jiang Wanyin professes, his shixiong leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes.

The last time we visited Lanling—which we would not have done if we had any choice, but the fact of my sister's betrothal ensured that we had precious little say in the matter—five of Jin Zixuan's cousins came to blows at the sight of my shige, each insisting that she and no other would be engaged to him in the future, Jiang Wanyin writes. One of the girls jilted her intended on the spot, vowing that she no longer wished to see him again as long as Wei Wuxian walked the earth; and her intended tore off the yaopei she had gifted him and flung it into the nearest koi pond before declaring that she need not worry about keeping their engagement, for he no longer had any love for her and now wished to bring our da-shixiong into his clan as a bride.

Lan Wangji looks up in dismay. "What?"

"Read on," Nie Huaisang advises grimly. "It gets worse."

Yesterday, he stole a flower from a local bun-girl and went to market with the bloom behind his ear; and later, we received news that the sight of him caused six carriages, nine produce wagons, and two riders on horseback to crash when he stopped to cross the street. He returned home after buying all the ruined produce and helping the women who were bruised in the melee, without the slightest idea that it only occurred because the driver of the first carriage was blinded by the sunlight reflected upon his hair; and the next morning, Fuqin received so many petitioners asking for Wei Wuxian's hand in marriage that he hung a sign at the gates to announce that he would entertain no suitors until after Wei Wuxian comes of age.

"Guanyin in heaven," Lan Wangji hears himself croak, stunned. "How—?"

Nie Huaisang shrugs. "If you ask me, it's the hair."

Lan Wangji shakes his head and looks back down at the letter in disbelief.

Thus, it is my hope that you will inform the second Young Master Lan about the two latest incidents, and impress upon him the importance of restraint in the Lan disciples—and in all the others who will come to study under Lan-laoshi—well before we arrive. (This passage is written in a more graceful hand, likely Yu Zhenhong's.) Our seventh shimei once fell off the pier and into the lake because da-shixiong smiled at her, and no trouble came of it because Lingxi-shimei is a strong swimmer; but if Lan-laoshi's disciples keep falling down the mountain because da-shixiong braided his hair instead of putting it up, someone might truly end up coming to harm.

"This beggars belief," Lan Wangji says doubtfully. "Can one man truly...?"

"I've seen him," Nie Huaisang replies. "And yes. Keep reading."

"'And if it would not be too much trouble,'" Lan Wangji reads aloud, "'please also consult Lan-er-gongzi or Zewu-jun on the subject of da-shixiong's safety.' Safety?"

Nie Huaisang winces. "Wei-xiong is very lovely to look upon," he offers, "and from his dress, it is not always clear that he has the backing of a great sect. Some men do not take well to being told no by a beauty."

"And by some men, you mean the men of Lanling Jin?"

"One never knows where such dangers may come from," Nie Huaisang tells him. "But if you ask me, you ought to keep an eye on the Jins anyway. Apart from Jin Zixuan, I doubt there's a single man in this year's course who doesn't hate Wei Wuxian for enchanting all the Jin girls."

Lan Wangji nods and rises to his feet. "I will handle this matter," he says decisively, turning towards the open door to the Lanshi. "You write back to Jiang-gongzi, and inform him that the Cloud Recesses will be duly prepared for his shige's arrival."

The Lan disciples are prepared accordingly; for over the next week, Lan Wangji orders all the male disciples between fifteen and twenty-five to copy the sect precepts concerning restraint, and ensures that none of the maiden disciples over the age of twelve will have cause to meet Wei Wuxian save for his own sect sisters. Fortunately for everyone concerned, Wei-gongzi is said to be twice as brilliant as he is beautiful: which means that Shufu is easily persuaded to place him in the advanced lectures reserved for disciples who would be hampered by study with the rest of their age-mates. Lan Wangji is the sole male disciple allowed to attend those lectures; so for much of his time at the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian's only classmates will be a pair of married women and Lan Wangji himself.

Lan Wangji thinks better of the arrangement three weeks later, when he is carried to the infirmary after meeting Wei Wuxian on the mountain path and falling thirty feet into a copse of trees below.

"I'm so sorry. Lan-er-gongzi, I'm really sorry," Wei Wuxian gasps, gripping Lan Wangji's clenched fists as Xiongzhang and one of the healers set his broken legs at the other end of the bed. "You can hold on as tightly as you like, all right? Zewu-jun is nearly finished."

Lan Wangji closes his eyes tightly.

"What have I done?" he hears Wei Wuxian mutter to himself. "I'm so clumsy. I'll look after you until you're better again, second Young Master, just say the word and I—"

"Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji feels his brother's fingers twitch against his knee.

"What?"

"Not—not Lan-er-gongzi," Lan Wangji wheezes. "You may call me Lan Zhan."

Wei Wuxian beams at him with tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. "You're not angry?"

"No."

His eyes fall shut again, provoking a sound of utter desolation from Wei Wuxian. "Here, I'll take that ribbon off," Wei Wuxian says soothingly, his rough hands stroking Lan Wangji's hot forehead. "Your ears are burning up. You'll feel better as soon as it's gone."

At the foot of the bed, Lan Xichen makes a choking sound: but Lan Wangji cannot bring himself to care.

"Mm," Lan Wangji sighs, smiling. "Thank you, Young Master Wei."

Okay so

In the movie, Isabela is 21, Luisa is 19, and Mirabel is 15, right?

Meaning when Mirabel was born, Luisa would have been 4 years old, and Isabella 6.

Isa would have already gotten her gift by the time Mirabel was born.

You can’t tell me Isabela Madrigal didn’t make flowers grow in her new baby sister’s cradle.

Found it guys!!!! It's this one:

The scene I described comes a bit later in the fic, but it's there!

Please help me find this one wangxian fanfic: Lan Sizhui pov, I don't remember much of the plot but there was this one scene where Wangxian and the juniors are outside and they also have a child with them I don't remember why and someone flirts with Lan Wangji. Lan Sizhui asks Wei Wuxian why he isn't jealous or something like that and Wei Wuxian is just like "Lan Zhan probably doesn't know how to reject someone" and Lan Sizhui goes to help him out with the child. Lan Sizhui straight up keeps the child in Lan Wangji's arms and calls him Father and calls Wei Wuxian dad and stuff to deter that woman who was flirting with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian after all that is like "Lan Zhan you were leaving me with the kids???" all jokingly and yeah that's all I remember thank you for your help!

One thing that bothers me in Character.Ai is that how readily Characters reveal ALL their information. Like, how am I supposed to spend months wondering about Chuuya's job in a chat if he tells me in an instant? And don't tell me that Dazai would go around telling EVERYONE that he was a former mafia executive- that's so out of character 😨

Me....

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox