#wangxian au

[frroggy]

for the blorbo who suggested wlw wangxian, FEAST YOUR EYES

#wangxian #wei ying #wei ying x lan zhan #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wlw #Wangxian fanart #Wangxian wlw #Wangxian art #mdzs art #mdzs fanart #MXTX mdzs #mdzs au #mdzs headcanons #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian au #Wangxian fanfiction

[justaghostingon]

How to be a Bad Husband without Shijie getting Mad at You

A guide by Wei Wuxian

An arranged marriage au because i’ve been reading to many of them recently.

Just after the sunshot campagin, the jiang are still rebuilding, and jiang cheng realizes he has a problem

The jin want to marry jin zuxian to yanli, and take the jiang in as a vassal state, which he doesn’t want

And wei wuxian’s rep isn’t doing them any favors

He needs to rebuild his alliances, establish themselves, and do it fast

So when the lan’s offered a new treaty he said yes immediately, before reading it

He really should have read it, because it wasn’t a treaty, it was lan xichen, tired of his brother’s pining, offering an engagement deal between lan zhan and wei wuxian

Now jiang cheng can’t back out without losing face, and in this state he really can’t afford too.

So wei wuxian finds himself engaged to lan zhan, counting down the days towords their rapidly approaching marriage

As you can imagine, wei Wuxian is not happy about marrying someone who he thinks hates him and his cultivation methods

He complains bitterly to shijie and jiang cheng

Jiang cheng is as annoyed as he is but he can’t think of a way out without rhe lans drawing out first

Wei wuxian says he’ll just drive lan zhan away! Make him want to divorce!

Then yanli steps in, and scolds wei wuxian fiercely,

See lan zhan is marrying out, coming to yumeng to live to a culture he doesn’t know among strangers.

Jiang yanli, who was engaged to do the same once upon a time, has been trained on what to expect, a s knows exactly how hard it can be for someone who doesn’t have her husband’s respect

So help her, her brother will not be one of those faithless dogs!

Neither jiang cheng nor wei wuxian have ever heard yanli call anyone “faithless dog,” and in that moment she looks too much like her mother for either of them to cross her

But wei wuxian’s not out of the game yet.

No one knows lan wangji better than him

This goody-goody is here to play martyr, to play cleansing and keep wei wuxian from his wicked ways, but he doesn’t really like him

He’s hear to be a jailer, not a husband.

All wei ying has to do is treat him like a husband, with all the affection, touch, and teasing that comes with it! Lan Wangji’s three least favorite things!

Lan wangji will be screaming for divorce in a week!

Wei wuxian doesn’t get to put his plan into action until after the wedding, as he isn’t allowed to see lan wangji until then

But once its over, he puts his plan in full swing

First step: cuddling. Lan Wangji hates touch, wei wuxian loves it. So naturally to drive lan wangji mad, he needs to touch him constantly, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, cuddling at night, etc

This does not work. Lan wangji was a little hesitant at first, but now he seems to be tolerating it with only the slight reddening of his ears to show his rage

He even seems upset when wei wuxian isn’t sitting in his lap!

Wei wuxian thought at first that this was because they were inside their house and home, but when he plopped himself down on lan zhan’s lap at a sect conference, in fromt of everyone…lan zhan put his ARMs around his WAIST like this was NORMAL

Now wei Wuxian is the weird one who’s tucking his head into lan wangji’s neck, embarrassed

From this experience wei wuxian realizes something: Lan Zhan’s a secret cuddle bug!!!

He just never got the chance thanks to all those stuffy clan rules

And well, wei wuxian can’t leave a fellow cuddle bug hanging can he? Think about all thr hugs lan zhan has missed that he needs to make up for! He’ll just have to think of something else.

Step Two: presents. Lan zhan never liked any of the porn or alchol wei wuxian tried to give him before, so clearly he’s gonna hate it if wei wuxian gives him that and more!

Wei wuxian starts piling lan wangji with gifts. Porn! They’re married now so he can’t refuse! Alcohol, the best of the best! Spicy food he made himself! This pretty ribbon he saw at thr market and thought of lan zhan! This lantern with a bunny on it! That silk with bunnies…this painting of bunnies…

He might have gone a bit overboard with the bunnies

No matter what he gives him, lan wangji takes it with solemn grattitude, and tries it out. This proves a problem when lan wangji keeps eating the spicy food even as it clearly hurts him

Shijie frowns disaprovingly at him once while watching lan wangji guzzle water, and wei ying swore to do it never again

The less said about the alcohol incident the better

There is one more serious gift he gives lan wangji, one he knows he won’t dissaprove of. Smuggled among the presents and clothes, he brings in new “attendents” who look suspiciously like those wen remandents who seemingly vanished into thin air from their containment camp.

Lan wangji takes them in gravely, and soon their home is filled with the sound of laughter as a small boy runs after lan zhan

So clearly gifts aren’t working. Time for step three: sex

…..

…..lan zhan won.

Maybe all those gifts of porn were a bad idea, sullying such a pure mind

At this point Wei Wuxian is getting desperate, nothing he does is making lan wangji less willing to marry him. Its time for desprate measures…

Step Four: tell the truth. He’s never going to stop demonic cultivation and return to the sword path. He can’t.

He needed to tell him anyway, with all the touching they do, it was only a matter of time before he figured it out himself.

Lan Wangji says nothing as wei wuxian explains how he lost his core (still not mentioning how, he’ll take jiang cheng’s secret to the grave) how he was in the burial mounds, how its gone, gone gone and this is all he has left!

Before he knows it he’s a sobbing mess, tears and snot trailing down his face.

Not a very pretty picture for a husband huh?

Lan wangji only opens his arms, and pulls wei wuxian close, letting him cry himself silly in his arms.

It hurts, but it also feels good, safe, like lan zhan is a rock who will stay steady even against the tide of his own emotions

Still, it was a lot, and once he calms down he thinks this time, for sure, lan wangji will leave. He was kind in the confession, because that’s his nature, but surely, surely he doesn’t want to stay chained to a man who can’t even cultivate.

Jiang yanli asks to speak to lan wangji privately, to check in on how he’s adjusting, and wei wuxian sneaks in to listen, bracing for the worst

…when had the worst become lan zhan leaving?

Yanli asks if he has any complains, wei wuxian tenses, and lan zhan…

“I’ve never been so happy,” lan zhan says, because lan’s do not lie.

Wei wuxian is so shocked he tumbles from his hiding place. Yanli frowns with exasperation at him but all his attention is on lan wangji

Do you mean it? He asks

Of course,” lan wangji nods, then adds, “i love you” as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Wei wuxian is laughing, he’s crying, he has an armful of lan zhan and the taste of his lips and well…

Maybe this marriage thing is pretty great actually.

The end

#the untamed #the untamed au #mo dao su zhi #mdsz #mdsz au #arranged marriage #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #wens #wen qing and wen ning were fake mustaches to disguise themselves and gaslight jiang cheng into believing they’re someoen else #wangxian #wangxian au

[etoneokay]

wangxian like harlequin and pierrot (au)

i made it just for fun but… now i want a fic so bad

for those who dont know the original guys:

#mdzs fanart #wangxian #lwj x wwx #mdzs wwx #mdzs lwj #wwx fanart #lwj fanart #mo dao zu shi #mxtx mdzs #mxtx #mxtx fanart #wwx #lwj #wangxian au #artists on tumblr #fanart #mdzs fandom #mdzs

[reireiart]

wangxian x heartstopper au 🍂❤️

#wangxian #mdzs #cql #the untamed #chen qing ling #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei ying #wangxian au #heartstopper #mdzs art #cql art #fytheuntamed #mdzsartreblogs #mdzsnet #theuntameddaily #myart #this is dedicated to my friend anush who inspired this idea the other day 💕🫣

[sthexian]

Após muita conversa, o, clã Jiang apoiou o grupo dos Dafan Wen em troca de informações convidencias que podem ajudar na Expedição da Queda do Sol! E um certo Lan esta muito orgulhoso, pois ele sabe quem está por trás dessa aliança inesperada 👀

English version:

After much discussion, the Jiang clan supported the Dafan Wen group in exchanging convincing information that could help the Sunfall Expedition! And a certain Lan is very proud, because he knows who is behind this unexpected alliance 👀

In this universe, Jin Guangyao was unable to deceive Wen Ruohan and was killed, however, Wen Qing, after being found, revealed all the information about her clan's plans, strategies and territory, and in return, her group, the Dafan Wen, made up of elderly people, sick people and a child, would be spared at the request of the Jiang clan, after much insistence from the leader's right-hand man, Wei Wuxian.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #the untamed #fanart #wei ying #lan wangji #desenho tradicional #魔道祖师 #yiling laozu #wangxian au #wangxian #jiang cheng #wen qing #nie mingjue #lan xichen #wen yuan #hanguang-jun

[mamoonde]

don't you just love the idea of recluse wei wuxian chopping wood deep in the forest living his cottagecore life, while out in the city, the country's top engineers are losing their minds trynna contact him to work on some ancient complex system he designed when he was bored & 16

young engineer genius wwx coming into the scene all cocky cuz he rlly is the sht, except he hated politics and that ended up biting him in the ass (no thanks to good ol' money and nepotism) until he was burned out, spat out and forgotten by the industry

young lwj, who sucks at politics so badly not even his pedigree can completely save him, is the capable team lead sent to find the legendary wei, expecting to find some old rickety man he'll have to speak slowly to, to get him to decode this ancient script

and getting the boner shock of his life when he turns up to the address in the middle of nowhere, and sees this ruggedly handsome man not THAT old, hair long and in a messy ponytail, half naked with an old ratty shirt tied around is waist, chest gleaming with sweat 😳😳🥵🥵

wwx: *chops wood, all sweaty, chest heaving, abs gleaming, muscles flexing with every swing* lwj: 🧍‍♂️ wwx: you lost kid? lwj, inwardly:

#older wwx #younger lwj #bottomji #mo dao su zhi #crossposted from twt #burned out gifted kid wwx #who got screwed over by the corpos and so went out to live in the woods #a mood honestly #lwj is all for it #wangxian au #mamoonde fics

[therealfailwhale]

I had this idea yesterday and I can’t fucking let it go.

I’m listening to a book about cave diving and, like anything I do, it’s making me think about wangxian. Cave diver WWX. Takes risks, but delivers incredible results. Scientist LWJ, could be almost any earth science.

Working together on an expedition. WWX is leading the diving team. LWJ initially has doubts bc WWX doesn’t seem serious enough to undertake such a dangerous project, but he realizes that WWX is the *best* diver for the project.

They get stranded in the wild following a flood. Separated from their expedition party. They have to rely on each other, and they see parts of the other they never knew existed. They bond.

WWX risks his life to save LWJ, who gets mad about it. They finally get rescued, but WWX is in a coma. When he finally wakes up, LWJ is there. He’s been waiting.

Confessions ensue. They become husbands, and go on expeditions—LWJ leading the science, WWX leading the diving. Whatever they do, wherever they go, what matters is being together.

#mdzs #wangxian #wangxian au #cave diving au

[sasukimimochi]

. . .

Chapter 29 "Separation Anxiety"

“…Stars are most of the time born in pairs. I…was alone, with a lot of things in my heart.” The ghost gently lied. “I am thankful for it, so that I can fix some troubles I left behind.”

Other chapter art below the cut! beware of mild spoilers! See more MDZS writing, art, and projects in my masterpost! ❤

Sizhui's and Jingyi's paintings from the chapter! I tried to make them pretty accurate but its hard to imitate children's drawings :'D

& Bonus painting I was trying to do for Sizhui and it wasn't bad enough for it to be a 5/6 year old so I redid it (the ones above) so

#Ghost of Mine #Chapter 29 “Separation Anxiety” #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #wei ying #wwx #ghost wwx #ghost wei wuxian #ghost wei ying #wwx fanart #wei wuxian fanart #wei ying fanart #lan jingyi #lwj #lan zhan #lan wangji #wangxian fanart #wangxian au #traditional art #digital art #sketches #ink

[wangxianslillotus]

It was unexpected for everyone, when Wei Ying woke up in the middle of being held to drink some water with a rug, helped by his brother.

He blinked weakly and looked up at Jiang Cheng with a relief that gave the younger boy the chills.

"Good to have you back with the living ones, dumbass," Jiang WanYin said, loud enough to be heard through the lifting fog inside Wei WuXian's brain and also be heard by the Jiang disciples that had accompanied him in the task of retrieving Wei WuXian from the cave.

Wei WuXian let go a grumble and fell back on the floor, letting a couple of moments pass by before he was startling everyone around when he sat back up in a hurry, looking almost frantic.

"'An Zhan?" He asked, his voice strained with feelings.

On cue, Lan WangJi rose from where he had been gathering his strength back attempting to meditate, and it was attempting because he was way too conflicted to accomplish that. "I am here, Wei Ying," he called back.

Wei WuXian's face brightened when he turned around to where Lan WangJi was standing, a wide smile that warmed WangJi's ears to the burning point.

"Lan Zhan!" He called again, scrambling to his feet. When he wobbled, Lan WangJi was at his side in a blink, helping him stand. Wei WuXian smiled at him again, even when Lan WangJi was giving him a stern glare. "Lan Zhan," he said again, softer, "I thought you'd leave as soon as we left that cave. I'm glad you didn't."

WangJi's glare intensified a hundred times, before he looked to the side, clearly embarrassed. Jiang WanYin was a step closer to stop his annoying brother from well, annoying the Lan Heir, when said teenager nodded, "mh."

Wei WuXian beamed.

Jiang WanYin grimaced.

"Hey, Lan Zhan?" Wei WuXian began again, his hands timidly holding onto Lan WangJi's forearm where he supported Wei WuXian so he wouldn't fall over. WangJi gave him attention with a glance, Wei WuXian took that to keep talking, "I... Wa-wangxian is a really good song."

Lan WangJi gasped audibly, letting go of Wei WuXian's arm before grabbing him again as if he couldn't decide what to do with his hand, with the information that Wei WuXian had just provided, or with Wei WuXian in general.

"What song is that?" Jiang WanYin asked, raising an eyebrow. Wei WuXian smiled at him and sighed dramatically.

"Ah, you see! It's my new favorite song ever, A-Cheng. It's so pretty... so gorgeous, so good to hear! I really... fancy it! I like it, I would like to hear it everyday. That's how much I've liked it!" He emphasized every word, squeezing Lan WangJi's forearm in the process.

Lan WangJi's head was down, as if he was staring at their feet, ears incredibly red.

"Wei Ying..." Came weakly from the boy, making Wei WuXian laughs softly.

"Ah, Lan Zhan. I'm being honest here. What do you think? Would you play it for me everyday?" He asked tilting his head to the side, in hopes of getting a look at Lan WangJi's face.

"How could he play the song for you everyday?! Don't be ridiculous, Wei WuXian!" Jiang WanYin admonished his brother.

After a beat, Lan WangJi spoke again, "Mh, ridiculous," he agreed. But he lacked the heat behind the insult, making Jiang Cheng frown further. What was wrong with these two?!

"Ah," Wei Ying noticed, "that's not a no, Lan Zhan," and he pointed it out. Lan WangJi tried to make a step back only to stumble with his own feet. Wei WuXian was there, still holding onto him and helping him to stay standing. "No need to fall for me like that! Lan Zhan!"

Jiang WanYin made a disgusted face, waiting for Lan WangJi to snap at his brother like he always did during their lessons at the Cloud Recesses, but that never came. Instead, all that could be heard in response was a weak "Wei Ying..." from the Lan Heir, and a loud laughter from Wei WuXian, who seemed entirely too happy in the ridiculous situation.

Honestly, Jiang Cheng thought, he didn't wanna know.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #the untamed #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei ying #lan zhan #cql #jiang wanyin #yunmeng dumb duo #yunmeng sect #yunmeng bros #yunmeng jiang #twin heroes of yunmeng #lan zhan and wei ying #wangxian.mp3 #wangxian fanfic #wangxian au #au where #au where wei ying wakes up sooner after the cave #lotuslab #sjyl lotus

[liulans]

— devotum / wangxian one-shot au 🔞

rating: E / w/c: 3.9k

top!wwx/bottom!lwj 🥰

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/51203923

easy read thread below (please be aware that this is p much just smut hhhh) ⬇️

Resentful energy is a fickle, fickle thing.

Wei Wuxian has it controlled, or so he says, down to a tee, and Lan Wangji— all he can do is trust. To love unconditionally, the way he always has, and offer up everything he has to give. To take on the burden, however he can.

Sometimes, that means giving Wei Wuxian a place to rest, behind a glacial wall of yang, diligently written to protect him with his life. Lan Wangji has adapted to this routine well enough; learned to stifle a lifetime's worth of orthodoxy and order. He's learned that the wicked ways are not necessarily wicked in intent.

'Come back to Gusu with me,' Lan Wangji had said, a few weeks ago now. A few weeks in shared solitude that have flown by. 'Resentful energy will harm you.' And he'd had to compromise, as long as he could keep Wei Wuxian safe, away from the sharp blades of the land's greatest clans.

But Wei Wuxian has killed people, cultivators, in their thousands, in the heart of the darkness of his own making. And yet, here he is, tucked far away in hiding, rattled awake by the mercilessness of his darkest nightmares. Lan Wangji has needed to adjust to this, too, because standing by Wei Wuxian's side makes him an accomplice by proxy. And that much is fine. It is fine. But he is not immortal.

Neither is Wei Wuxian. He carries himself like a trailblazer, granted — staunch, upright, indignant. Only here, for their eyes only, does the fear begin to trickle through the cracks.

Sometimes, Wei Wuxian craves. He craves validation and closeness. He asks to be soothed; to be spoken to, just like old times. Lan Wangji will not revert back to old times; he won't arbitrate Wei Wuxian's choices.

He won't back away. Not again.

Sometimes, Wei Wuxian refuses to curl up come night time, alone and cold against the rocks. He'd refused Lan Wangji's offer to take the hard ground, because of course he had. He is good. So good. There, he'd always wake up wrapped up in Lan Wangji's robes, still smattered with blood, red on white. And he'd always come up with some excuse—something about how he must have gotten cold and grabbed the closest thing.

Lan Wangji was always the one tucking him in, trying to keep him warm from the cruel cold of the world.

Most nights these days, he winds up curled up in the blankets, atop the bale of hay Lan Wangji had bartered for in a nearby village with the few coins left to his name, under the disguise of a dark grey cloak and a red rope belt. Not at all subtle; knowingly rumoured as a 'disciple of the feared Yiling Laozu'. In bed under their shared blanket, Wei Wuxian always ends up trembling next to him, clutching tight and begging for the voices to stop. It is unwavering, unrelenting with each passing rise and fall of the moon. His eyes have long grown dark, his hair disorderly, and his blood red ribbon askew where it hangs against his back.

Lan Wangji's mind is a mere shell of what it once was, his heart taking precedence here. And his heart is sombre; his resolve, diminished.

Sometimes, Wei Wuxian shakes, red raw with an itch for something more; all that resentful energy, and nowhere to put it. Spiritual yang pointed directly into the meridians does wonders for soothing that itch, much like an aloe balm, but even Lan Wangji grows tired sometimes. He has enough spiritual energy for the both of them, but the price he pays for that is doubled. And the yin will always come flooding back. Such is the natural order of things.

That is how they had wound up toppling into bed together, a tangle of limbs and a desperate mess of reassuring kisses, that first time. Lan Wangji can put up a good fight, can school himself into something almost as unremitting as he once was, equally stubborn as he is devoted, but for this— he's weak for this. His devotion to Wei Wuxian is unbreakable, it might as well be written in stone.

"The righteous, perfect Hanguang Jun. Hanguang Jun, the most peerless man in all of these lands," Wei Wuxian says, courtesy dripping like sweet poison from his tongue. Somewhere beneath the darkness of his red-rimmed eyes is that same arrogance, that same integrity he'd thrived with when they were teens. "Lan Wangji, you do things to me. Terrible, amazing things. Do you even know? Do you know?"

Lan Wangji knows. He knows well. And he takes it, obliged and without complaint, because he feels it, too. He feels cruel for it, stealing like this, but resentful energy is a fickle, fickle thing, and Lan Wangji is not selfless. Not at all.

He's sprawled out, his robes drawn open and splayed out around his sides. The hay bale is scratchy against his back, and his thighs are trembling, muscles pulling taut, following the path of Wei Wuxian's deft fingers. He's hard, his cock straining on end against his stomach. There's a thick plume of black hanging in the air around them, there are whispers of the undead, telling Lan Wangji to take and take and take and take.

'Selfish', 'dishonourable', 'greedy Lan Wangji'.

Wei Wuxian is kneeling against the folded edge of Lan Wangji's outer robe, chaos against order. His eyes are wild, his face frantic. He claws at Lan Wangji like he can't possibly touch him enough — kisses him like he can't believe he's there. And yet.

"I," Lan Wangji breathes, cupping the back of Wei Wuxian's hand, pressing it to the hot curve of his pelvis. Wei Wuxian allows it. He always does. "I wish for you to show me. Wei Ying."

Somewhere along the way, they'd gotten hooked. Somewhere before that, Wei Wuxian had begun to look at him a certain way. He'd allowed Lan Wangji to kiss him back to sleep, to pick out the knots in his hair. He never retreated whenever Lan Wangji had allowed himself the audacity to lay bare like this.

"You're too good," says Wei Wuxian, right as he gropes over the thick line of Lan Wangji’s cock. His fingers are gentle, but purposeful. Ghosting, but diligent. Ever full of contradictions.

Lan Wangji doesn't think he's particularly very good. He knows what he's doing here, what he's allowing in Wei Wuxian's moment of need. But he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, thighs spread wide. When he catches himself in the reflection of Wei Wuxian's eyes, he looks devilish there.

"I can see it in your face, Lan Zhan. You don't see yourself the way I do. You gonna be good for me? You gonna let me do all these terrible things to you again?" He lowers his voice, free hand reaching up, a testing finger dipping beneath Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon. "You always let me. You must really fear me, hm?"

No, Lan Wangji wants to say. It's a test, and they both know it – they've endured too much together for this to mean nothing to either of them, surely. But instead, he holds Wei Wuxian's hand flush against his groin, and allows himself the opportunity to grind his hips, painstakingly slow against the palm of a cold hand.

Wei Wuxian has been edging him on and off for the better part of the afternoon, his itch for it utterly unbearable. It had begun careless and casual, right up until that black fog began to swarm. Lan Wangji, out of sheer habit, had voluntarily laid himself across the makeshift bed and had opened himself up, three fingers deep and completely devoid of shame, in Wei Wuxian's line of sight.

"I want you," he says instead. He says that a lot recently, because it quells his own urge to say something far less inconspicuous. Wei Wuxian allows his hand to be coaxed downwards, where the slick of remedial salve is still warm between his thighs, precisely where he's open and eager. "You know that. Wei Ying."

"You wanna come, hm? You wanna come that bad? You did all the hard work for me, you could've finished yourself off, you know. I couldn't have stopped you. I couldn't even stop my Hanguang Jun from following me into the dark."

"You first," Lan Wangji says stiffly, pausing their hands there. Wei Wuxian is hard beneath his inner robe—Lan Wangji can see the outline of his cock twitching helplessly through delicate silk, the smear of precome, dark against red. It's stark, but overshadowed by a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Wei Ying first. As many times as he needs."

Distantly, in the depth of this barren cave, he can feel the pang of turmoil of his own. The hush whispers of the undead reminding him that the two of them could raise hell together, like this. That they could lose control together, if they so wanted. That if he keeps this up, they both just might. It would be an honourable death, Lan Wangji pacifies himself: to die for the man he loves.

"See? Too good." Absent-mindedly, Wei Wuxian strokes the tips of his fingers over Lan Wangji's hole, allowing his forefinger and middle finger to slip inside, testing. Teasing. Lan Wangji's eyes flutter shut. "What would your clan think, Lan Zhan. That I've ruined you, too? You know I have a hard time resisting you. You know that, don't you?"

"Mn," Lan Zhan says, because he does know. He knows. He knows that the moment he cracks, Wei Wuxian will be ruthless, wound-up and unable to stop. He'll break it up with soft kisses, warm enough to shatter the coldest hearts, and Lan Zhan will, in fact, be left truly ruined.

He'll also find himself host to any stray remnants of that resentful energy. Whatever Wei Wuxian gives. It'll weave itself around his qi, rattling him to his core, and the weight on Wei Wuxian's shoulder will be - unbeknownst to him - a little easier to bear for a while.

"And if you ever decide to leave me," he continues, slipping his hand into his inner robe and allowing it to part free. Lan Wangji blinks up at the sound of fabric pooling upon the ground, and those nefarious whispers grow loud again. He's wanted this for so long. He has it now - once in a blue moon. He knows the taste of Wei Wuxian's mouth, his cock— the way it curves, and the way it fits just right. "At least I can exist, knowing I've seen you like this. I can be happy, knowing that the crooked Yiling Laozu was good enough to have had Hanguang Jun for at least a little while. That in spite of your few words, I've heard you, like— this."

Before Lan Wangji has the opportunity to get a word in edgeways, to foolishly give away the deepest corners of his heart, Wei Wuxian fucks into him in one swift thrust. Lan Wangji growls, the air stolen from his lungs.

It doesn't take much to work up into a rhythm, brutal as it is. They know each other well enough by now. It goes like this: Lan Wangji knocking his head back, gritting his teeth through the pleasure, thrumming with the pain. He can ignore the resentful energy a little bit better like this, even while Wei Wuxian is desperately grinding it back into him.

Lan Wangji's core is strong enough to take it. It will have to be.

"Gods, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian babbles—he always does. And Lan Wangji hangs onto his every word. "You feel so fucking good. Fuck. You're good for me, hm? Just for me?"

Lan Wangji will always lose himself to it, giving in to sensation. The dark energy has him by the throat, but Wei Wuxian looks at him with such wonder, light behind those tired eyes. "Yes—just. Ah, just for Wei Ying."

"Tell me," Wei Wuxian says, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust that jostles him. It scatters the hay underneath them, the weight of them sinking into it. The ground is cold beneath, but Lan Wangji is coated in a warm sheen of sweat, and if he's scraped or grazed— well, he will not notice. "Tell me, who you are, who I am."

Lan Wangji recognises this, too. He's come to expect it — the unrestrained, unrelenting descent into all that dark energy. It's routine by now, and who is Lan Wangji if he isn't living to please and serve? "I am— your Hanguang Jun," he says, throwing a leg around Wei Wuxian's waist. He's practically delirious with it. "I belong only to you, Yiling Laozu."

"Fuck, Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, you do. Turn, turn over— Actually, no wait, I want to look at you."

Lan Wangji is delirious with this too. It's simple for them to fall in and out of these meticulously crafted characters they've accepted for themselves. Every time, however, the Wei Wuxian he's always known will sneak back in, and Lan Wangji has to ignore the twinge of guilt that he's taking advantage of his vulnerability here.

So he flips them, strong like steel, if a little shaky, and kisses Wei Wuxian down to the floor, deep and feverish. These stolen kisses each have little messages. This one means 'I am ever devoted to you'. Maybe also 'I will never leave your side', if he's feeling bold enough. Lan Wangji's hand acts as a cushion between Wei Wuxian's head and the ground, his hips working into a shameless grind, a frantic back and forth.

"Wei Ying." He bites, a secret swell of pride for leaving behind his mark - a claim in the form of lips bitten red. "Yiling Laozu, use me."

This is the part where Wei Wuxian will grasp onto his hips, and have his merry way, but he's staring up at Lan Wangji, something fierce. His gaze is scattered, skirting over the lines of Lan Wangji's body, the way his cock bounces so brazenly between them, untouched and throbbing with desire.

Lan Wangji won't come untouched. Not unless Wei Wuxian does first.

"Yes," Wei Wuxian's voice is low, dark. Lan Wangji knows when he's inching closer. He knows that face so well now, after all these years. He knows when he's happy, when he's frantic. And now, he can add pleasure to that list. "Yes, Hanguang Jun. I won't—I won't let you go," he says, between sharp inhales. "I'll—I'll keep you here. Everyone else— they can say that I've got - fuck - a pretty little plaything."

Well, that one goes straight to Lan Wangji's cock. His hips falter, stuttering on a harsh thrust up. Wei Wuxian knows—he always knows how to do him well.

"Little do they know," he continues, mouth pressed against Lan Wangji's shoulder. His breath is hot, his body wracked over with uncontrollable trembles. "Little do they know, you ask for it. My pretty little plaything likes this too—a-ah, Lan Zhan, I'm— fuck. I'm gonna—"

"Fill me." Lan Wangji is slack, and the Yiling Laozu takes him; grabs at his hips, his feet planted firmly against the ground, and fucks him. "Wei Ying, do it—"

When Wei Wuxian comes, Lan Wangji feels everything. Everything, all at once, like a thunderclap echoing in the silent sky. And Lan Wangji sinks his weight into it, working them through it until Wei Wuxian is writhing and breathless.

He does not move after, sated and filled to the brim, his hips bleeding red with the scratches.

And when Wei Wuxian sinks back, slack against the ground, writhing with it— when Lan Wangji sways forward to kiss him, there's nothing but sheer care there. Lan Wangji kisses, and kisses, in spite of the throbbing ache between his thighs, his hips moving idly - disjointed back and forths. He can feel all that resentful energy swirling around inside him, and he takes it all without complaint.

His eyes must darken with it, because Wei Wuxian is staring at him, scrutinising him closely, as though he's searching for something.

If he notices anything this time, he isn't given the opportunity to voice it. He's always insatiable like this, Lan Wangji knows it well enough. And so he moves, batting Wei Wuxian's hand away where it's crawling up towards his neglected cock.

"No," he says, and he doesn't miss the wild fervour in Wei Wuxian's face. "As many times as Wei Ying needs. However he needs it."

"Aiyo, Lan Zhan." There are hands clutching at Lan Wangji's waist, grounding him from the swell of devious voices threatening to break him down. Lan Wangji vaguely wonders if Wei Wuxian knows what he's doing here, the scope of the consequences. "You can't say things like that. I'm greedy enough already."

"Be greedy."

It all becomes a messily orchestrated scramble. Lan Wangji moves, unfortunately, just to rearrange himself. His knees pressed flush against unforgiving rock, his hands firmly rooted in place; his spine curved and his ass presented shamelessly.

Wei Wuxian is impervious to do anything but take.

And take, he does.

The second time is all heat, fiery passion. Filthy, in the way the slick of passion-fueled spend is fucked right back into him. Wei Wuxian's cock fills out again without much effort on his part, and Lan Wangji greedily takes the brunt of it. That thick plume of black is orbiting his hands where they're planted firmly against the ground, tearing away the inner resolve Lan Wangji has meticulously built for himself over the years. Years of meditation, fruitless, broken down by fleeting moments like these.

"Do not treat me like glass," he hisses, when he feels Wei Wuxian's hips falter. "I will not break."

"You won't break," Wei Wuxian repeats, one hand holding on to Lan Wangji's hip, the other curled into his hair, their parted lips lingering, phantom touches in midair. "Lan er gege, who knew, hm? Fuck—you feel so good. Who knew you'd be like this."

I am utterly devoted to you, Lan Wangji could say, but doesn't. Instead, he's a vessel for all of those resentful whispers, muffled out by the obscene sound of heavy breathing and skin against skin. "You know." He says instead, his abdomen pulled taut in effort to keep himself upright. "You know this. Only you will know."

"Don't worry." Wei Wuxian bites down on Lan Wangji’s bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, and Lan Wangji nearly collapses right there. "I— I'm not sharing this. Not while I have it."

Lan Wangji, despite himself, meets Wei Wuxian's thrusts. He must look shameless right now, spread open, his knees scuffed and bruising. He's selfish, he realises. He voices it, his self-control a guqin string pulled too taut, snapping easily with a low ping. "Yours," he grits. "Yours. Steal me. Use me. Wei Ying."

"Yeah," Wei Wuxian agrees, voice more breath than sound. He leans down and sinks his teeth into Lan Wangji's shoulder, piercing skin, muffling his grunts of effort. "Yeah, mine."

When Wei Wuxian comes again, it's with a half-stifled shout, red light shooting into the tunnel of the cave before fading dark. His body is wracked over with uncontrollable shakes, and Lan Wangji is deaf to anything but the two of them, the resentful spirits acting as witness.

You'd kill anyone for him, wouldn't you? You'd murder them in cold blood. You are powerful, you could wipe out entire sects.

Lan Wangji breathes out, shuddering with it. Wei Wuxian is whimpering, mouthing wetly against Lan Wangji's shoulder, their bodies flush, every inch attached.

"Please," he says. He doesn't even know what he's pleading for, really. His body is spent, his mind fogged over. "Wei Ying, please."

"I've got you," Wei Wuxian soothes, presses it into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji twists to meet his lips, messy and not at all lacking in saliva, and even that is a plea. "I've got you, my dearest."

The way Wei Wuxian handles him is too careful — too, too kind. He treats him as though Lan Wangji is something precious, and there's something unspoken there. He lowers Lan Wangji down, back against the ground, against the smatterings of hay. Lan Wangji is vaguely aware that they're sleeping on the ground tonight; distantly reminds himself that he will need to return to the village tomorrow. But that will be tomorrow's problem.

Wei Wuxian manoeuvres Lan Wangji's legs, kisses a stripe along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He rests his cheek there, then, gaze full of wonder as he curls his fingers around the girth of Lan Wangji's cock.

"Next time," he says, lazily stroking. Lan Wangji's balls are pulled taut, and he's so, so sensitive. Wei Wuxian smiles, and this time, his eyes scrunch up into delighted little crescents with it. "I want you to do me, like I do you. You're such a mess, Lan Zhan. You're so beautiful. I want to know what it feels like."

All Lan Wangji can do, really, is groan in response. His autonomy - his well trained control over his body - is completely shattered. He twitches, and reaches out, fingers slipping into Wei Wuxian's free hand, his heart thumping away frantically in his chest.

He would—he would kill anybody for him. He would do it all. Wei Wuxian could ask him to tear out his heart and present it to him on a golden platter; he could ask Lan Wangji to set the world ablaze, to give them a space to tangle up together, perched upon a bloody throne. He would.

The rise before the fall is beautiful. It doesn't take much for him, not with those fingers playing him like an instrument, drawing music from him, before Lan Wangji is swearing out into the open, desensitised to the swirls of black engulfing the air around them. He falls with a husky gasp, Wei Ying's name hanging heavy in the air, thick ropes of come spread across his stomach, coating Wei Wuxian's hand.

"Fuck," says Wei Wuxian, kissing the jut of Lan Wangji's hipbone, his ribs, the divet of his chest. "I can't get over it, you like this. You always gave me the cold shoulder, and now you're hiding me away, turning yourself into something that could actually be mine if—." The unspoken 'if I was truly good enough' is deafening. He's said it before. The war had left him a wanted man, told of his crimes from every which direction. So undoubtedly, he'll say it again.

Lan Wangji is buzzing. He'll tell him someday. Correct him. Tell him about everything, perhaps, if his resolve should crumble further. Maybe he will set the world on fire for him. He wonders absently if that would be enough.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian is crawling upwards now, ready to collapse sloppily across Lan Wangji's chest. They never did the whole cuddling after sex thing until just recently. Whether it was too real for them, too much back then, the two of them seem to be toeing a dangerous line now; stolen glances that last too long, and mouths finding one another in the night.

His eyes seem to find something in Lan Wangji, seem to recognise something there, and he manages to squeeze in a soft kiss before his body gives out. "You're good, you are so good. I— thank you. Are you okay? Want me to talk you through the comedown?"

And Lan Wangji can't really do much else other than huff out a soft laugh, because he is okay. They talk about normal things, fingers idly explorative, and he is good. Utterly devoted to the chaos that has made its bed, nestling itself neatly beside the order in him.

#mdzs #cql #wangxian #ao3 #my fic #mdzs fic #wangxian fanfic #wangxian au #wangxian smut #top!wwx #bottom!lwj #mostly pwp #smut

[wiltingsworld]

#wangxian au where -

Wei Wuxian doesn't return, he doesn't get summoned back by Mo Xuanyu and the cultivation world slowly forgets him.

Time flows like river, fast and steadily. Lan Wangji doesn't cultivate to immortality, instead he spends his days helping people and roaming the world.

He still carries around the memories of his teen years, especially the ones with wei ying. Those carefree days when his only concern was handling a mischievous scrawny guy, notorious for breaking rules. The one who talked everyone’s ears off every chance grasped and found.

But it has been so long now, decades have passed and he no longer remembers.

He no longer remembers how Wei Ying used to look like, how his voice sounded like when he teased Lan Wangji, how his eyes used to gleam every time he talked about his loved ones. How his soft lips tasted.

Lan Wangji used to play inquiry almost everyday, now it’s every other week, or month.

However, the result always turns out the same.

He has grown old now, tiredness has settled and found home in his bones. He cannot do much even if he wished to.

After years of loneliness and yearning, Lan Wangji finally finds himself wanting.

And what Lan Wangji wants, is to rest. He wishes to leave.

So he does exactly that.

He returns to cloud recesses, visits lotus pier and the burial mounds on his way back, bids farewell to the alive and the dead.

His last days are spent hushed. He tastes the emperor’s smile, eats chilli-filled dishes and plays a familiar tune on wangji for the last time.

That one tune which has been deeply engraved in him, etched on his heart ever since he had first sang it, in that dimly lit cave, alongside a lively youth, for the youth.

He plays wangxian for the last time.

Later when he finally lies on his deathbed, the last thing he finds himself doing is hope.

Hope that maybe in the afterlife, he can try again, finally find the one he desperately desired and sought after.

Hope that maybe in some other life, he can do it all over again, mend everything he couldn’t.

He hopes that maybe in some other reality, the universe is kinder to him, even more to his wei ying.

Kinder enough to give them a second chance.

With that final thought, lan wangji strokes suiban laid beside bichen tenderly and drifts, he departs, relieving himself from all the burdens that had weighed him down for years.

In the tranquillity of dusk, Lan Wangji sleeps peacefully for the first time in decades.

/ the end

#wangxian #wangxian au #mdzs #mdzs au #lan wangji #wei wuxain #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs fanfiction #lan wangji x wei wuxian #canon divergent au

[crimsonsnippet]

MY TAKE ON A WANGXIAN MERMAID AU (guard/prince au classic, I think prince wei ying is really funny to think about)

Lan zhan is a thresher shark merman and wei ying is a red halfmoon betta fish hybrid

#my art #digital art #digital drawing #art #lan zhan #lan wangji #hanguang jun #wei wuxian #wei ying #wangxian #wangxian au #mermaid au #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed

[reireiart]

wangxian club penguin? 🐧

#is this anything? #mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #wangxian au #mdzsnet #fytheuntamed #mdzsartreblogs #theuntameddaily #mdzs art #cql art #i have been in a weird art block and THIS is what brings me back ….. nice #myart

[sthexian]

Part 4/?

"E aquele pavão arrogante teve a audácia de fazer shijie chorar! E o Lan Zhan ainda me repreendeu por so-.."

Eles estão em marcha para conquistar outro território Wen, mas Jc teve que lidar com as questões amorosas de seus irmãos o caminho todo😂

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English Version:

Part 4/?

"And that arrogant peacock had the audacity to make shijie cry! And Lan Zhan even scolded me for so-.."

They are on the march to conquer other Wen territory, but Jc had to deal with his brothers' love issues the whole way 😂

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #the untamed #wei ying #desenho tradicional #fanart #魔道祖师 #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #twin prides of yunmeng #twin heroes of yunmeng #yunmeng bros #yunmeng brothers #yunmeng jiang #jin zixuan #lan wangji #mdzs au #wangxian au

[starrywangxian]

just watched tangled and thinking hmm wangxian au with

lwj as rapzunel

wwx as eugene

lil' apple as max

wen ning as pascal

qingheng-jun as mother gothel

su she and jin guangyao as the stabbington brothers

the cloud recesses lot (jin zixuan, nie huaisang etc.) can be the thugs (like nhs as the big nose thug and stuff)

jiang cheng as captain of the guard

the junior quartet as the girls who braid rapzunel's hair

please i need this, i know it's probably been done before but i need this T_T

#send me links people #i have grown to realise that i can only enjoy romances if i imagine it as a wangxian au #so expect more of this in the future #starrywangxian #the untamed #cql #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #gdc #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #au #wangxian #wangxian au #mdzs au #cql au #mxtx

[lunarriviera]

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okay this is weird but here goes: from "book-eating pond":

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The annual department party is, as predicted, painful. Lan Zhan hovers in one corner and tries not to make eye contact with any of the faculty, while Wei Ying clearly has a blast and seems to talk to every single person there, promptly getting into an energetic debate with Rachael about post-Marxism; Lan Zhan only overhears the phrase “be on the right side of the class war” which doesn’t completely make sense to him, since they’re talking about undergraduate textbooks.

Fortunately there are no white-gloved waiters (the department seems to have learned its lesson from last year) and, even more fortunately, this year, for some reason, there is wine. Just generic, unclassifiable boxes of pinot grigio and Syrah; but at least it’s neither white Zinfandel nor Merlot, so Lan Zhan helps himself liberally to the Syrah. He’s stealthy about it, manages to balance out his plastic glassfuls with just enough canapés to keep from getting completely shit-faced, just a little bit pleasantly numb. He’s always been a cheap drunk but a smart one, so after Walter has made his usual one-note speech about the successes of the department (which largely seem to be about having taken on even more undergraduate students without increasing the number of tenure lines; the adjunct pool is never mentioned) he hugs Rae goodbye and slips out, making his way across campus in the slanting light of dusk to the library, only a little unsteady on his feet.

Once inside his carrel, he opens the copy of the lit mag that Wei Ying gave him, and puts on the kettle. Wei Ying’s story is called “Coffin Town,” and it’s stark and bleak, a strange little Western set in a post-apocalyptic future, or the distant past maybe, somewhere in rural China. There are three swordsmen, who are clearly in love in some complicated configuration, though it’s never made explicit, and by the end of the story, everyone is dead except one of the men, who leaves to wander the earth alone, righting wrongs, carrying the ashes of his beloved soulmate with him.

The sentencing and diction are very plain, but the concept isn’t, Lan Zhan thinks, as he closes the issue without reading anything else in it. The work doesn’t remind him of McCarthy, which you’d expect; it’s not that ornate or mannered. Maybe Breece D’J Pancake or O’Connor, but without the brutal humor; maybe more Mavis Gallant, or even Alice Munro. It’s dark, but not self-consciously so. There’s an intelligence glimmering in it that Lan Zhan doesn’t often see in American literary short stories, which are usually just inordinately pleased with themselves for existing in the first place. The story is actually moving, he realizes: filled with heart in a way that’s dangerous, that gets called sentimental and amateurish in workshop. But there’s nothing mawkish or saccharine about the prose; it’s lean and tense and stripped-down, and the characters are alive, and the pacing is flawless, and it occurs to Lan Zhan that this would all be much easier if Wei Ying were a bad writer.

Because it’s too late. He already likes him. He likes him, in fact, a lot. He puts his face in his hands. This is an unexpected development, and an entirely unwelcome one. Lan Zhan still isn’t even sure if Wei Ying is straight, but the odds are that he must be. He’s extroverted and funny, and warm, and very, very smart, and now Lan Zhan knows he’s also a good writer; even though he didn’t mention anyone, wasn’t wearing a ring and never once said we, he’s surely already got a partner, since almost everyone does by the time they arrive at a PhD program. Everyone but Lan Zhan, who is quiet and strange and stays in his carrel all night and never finishes writing his dissertation. Who honestly hasn’t even opened the Google document since maybe April.

send me 🌹 and i’ll give you a sentence from one of my wips ♥

#wip game #the untamed #cql #lwj #wwx #wangxian AU #wangxian