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monsieurboyardee · 1 year

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mxy's pov where he keeps seeing this ghost out of the corner of his eye and then he meets lwj and finds out that everyone he knows is a reincarnation and they're all doomed to follow the same path, meaning that he has to give up his body for wwx and just his thoughts on knowing that he is doomed to follow the same path, and that there's no other way for wwx to return. And at first he resists it, bc his life was tragic but now he's got a job at a coffee shop and his makeup account on insta is starting to gain traction and he doesn't want to die, not like he did when he was still living at his shitty aunt's house with his nasty ass cousin. Because that's what this means, his giving up his body for wwx means that he has to die in the process. And lwj tries to find a way to keep mxy alive bc he isn't a Bad Kid and he doesn't WANT mxy to die, and he remembers wwx in all their past lives telling him that he hated how in order for him to be happy, mxy had to suffer so.

And wwx isn't actually present in this reincarnation, he just waits on the edges of Mxy's peripheral and at the end of dark hallways, his skin torn off and hanging limply all over his body, burns all over his legs and his arms, always bloody, always pale-faced and stoic and silent. It's hard to connect the ghost that stares back at him in the deli windows to the sweet stories lwj tells about him, hard to think of that ghastly figure as the one who puts such a sweet smile on lwj's otherwise stoic face.

But as time progresses mxy notices that wwx is getting fainter and fainter, getting ready to move on. And one night lwj gets drunk and he mistakes mxy for wwx, and claws at him while he sobs for an hour and just tells him "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" until he eventually passes out. And mxy knows that no matter how much lwj tells him that it's okay, that in every lifetime wwx has returned to him, he doesn't need to in this one...no matter how much looking at lwj makes his heart flutter, makes him ache to press their lips together, makes him want to let the ghost that's been following him for years now disappear forever, and take wwx’s place to live happily with this strange, stoic man...mxy cannot allow lwj to suffer any longer.

And so that night, mxy pulls out the pictures of the ritual lwj had given him and he draws it out on his own floor, hands shaking but determined to see this through. He's said goodbye on his makeup account, has quit his job at the coffee shop he so loved, and he's not ready to die, but he's determined to follow the path that was set for him. For Wei Wuxian. For...for Lan Wangji.

He says the words he needs to say, spills the blood he needs to spill, and just before he goes he makes sure that his soul cannot return to his body, this time on purpose, to allow wwx to live out the rest of his days with lwj. And as his soul is ripped from his body painfully and in a bright flash of power, mxy swears he hears someone sob a "I'll save you next time, I swear. Thank you."

When lwj busts down mxy's door the next morning, silver eyes snap to his face, startled and confused and wet with tears. There's a whispered, "lan zhan?" And lwj crumples to his knees.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mo xuanyu #wei wuxian #lan wangji #one sided mxy/lwj #modern au #reincarnation au #mo xuanyu pov #tw suicide #tw death #but like it follows canon events #copy pasted this from my twit #ace’s archives

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thebiscuiteternal · 3 years

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mxy has a crush on nhs and tells his older brother jgy about it but for some reason he doesn't seem too happy about it (i really loved your fic with xue yang teasing them so i got this idea).

It actually doesn’t start with Xue Yang’s crude jokes (though those linger in his mind far more than is probably appropriate).

Rather, it starts with- “Interesting. But why would you want me to help you with makeup? Surely your sister-in-law-”

“I like the way you paint,” Mo Xuanyu says, fighting and losing against the heat in his cheeks. “And makeup is a kind of paint, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, you’re not wrong,” Nie-xiong murmurs, idly tapping the tip of his closed fan against his mouth in thought.

It’s hard not to let his gaze drift to the motion.

He’s sure he can hear Xue Yang laughing in the back of his head, damn him.

Finally, Nie-xiong gives him a lopsided grin. “Well, I don’t see why we can’t at least make an attempt. I’ll try not to make a mess of that pretty face of yours.”

Mo Xuanyu turns even redder at that.

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Feather-light fingertips guide his head one way, then another, as Nie-xiong inspects the progress of... whatever it is he’s doing with such tiny brush strokes.

It’s for the best that his eyes are closed; he can feel the gentle puff of breath every time Nie-xiong leans in to add or tweak something, and he thinks he might actually die if he had to look the man in the eye from this close.

“Alright. It’s not my best work, but I think it came out pretty well for a first try. Ready to see?”

“Yes!” Mo Xuanyu opens his eyes as a mirror is pressed into his hands and-

Oh.

Little gold and red feathers decorate the corners of his eyes and down the sides of his nose, matching nicely to the faint touches of rouge and lip tint.

He looks-

“You did this just with the stuff I gave you?” he asks, still half stunned. Even Jin-furen, with all her fine cosmetics and skilled assistants, has never worn designs this detailed.

“Mmhmm. What do you think?”

“I think I might cry.”

“Ha! Don’t do that, you’ll smear all my hard effort,” Nie-xiong teases as he sits back and begins cleaning the brushes.

On impulse, Mo Xuanyu reaches out and grabs his hands before he can finish. “Can you teach me? I know my hands aren’t very steady-”

Nie-xiong blinks at him in surprise. “Not steady? Yu-er, I’ve seen your talismans and array work before, your lines are damn near flawless.”

But... that can’t be right... can it? The instructors for the disciples are always calling his calligraphy and drawings complete henscratch.

The confusion must show on his face, because Nie-xiong gently pulls a hand free and pats his comfortingly. “I’ll make a deal with you. We’ll start you off practicing eye designs on paper until you feel ready to try your face.”

“And... will you do my face when you visit until then?” Mo Xuanyu asks. He’s pushing, and he knows it. Most people would have already shaken him off and left by now.

But Nie-xiong just gives him a smile that makes him feel lightheadedly giddy. “I don’t see any reason not to,” he says. “Let me finish cleaning up and then we’ll go show you off.”

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“It’s a little ostentatious, isn’t it?” Yao-ge asks, his expression unreadable.

Mo Xuanyu fights the urge to bite his lip and duck his head under the scrutiny. “I like it,” he says quietly. “And Nie-xiong worked hard on it for me.”

The look on his brother’s face doesn’t... change, exactly, but Mo Xuanyu can feel something shift around them in a way that makes him nervous.

Fortunately, he’s saved from any further awkwardness by the approach of some minor official or another, but even as he takes the opportunity to escape into the halls, he can’t help but wonder what it was Yao-ge found so distasteful.

The makeup, that it had been Nie-xiong who’d done it, or that it had been done for him.

He’s not sure he wants to know.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #mo xuanyu #jin guangyao #sangyu #fanfic

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monsieurboyardee · 1 year

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Modern au where lwj is chillin at wwx's apartment and walks into wwx's bathroom to find jc shakily trying to put on eyeliner and just doing a shithouse job of it so despite not liking jc lwj just sighs and steps in and helps him

When lwj opens the door jc let's out a startled "FUCK" and drops his drugstore eyeliner pencil into the sink, whipping around to snarl out "fucking KNOCK woulda?!!" Before remembering the shoddy black lines he had been attempting to draw on his face and whipping back Around in embarrassment. And it's not like lwj can be blamed, he didn't even know jc was here (he'd been staying over for the past few days while his plumbing was being fixed or smthn), but listen. Lwj's face is better suited for natural makeup. Some concealer there, a touch of blush there, some gel in his eyebrows and he's good.

But he's been playing around with makeup since he was fifteen, so he steps forward with a sigh and takes jc's pencil from the sink and cleans it off. He reaches up to lightly grasp Jc's chin, hand stopping halfway. "May I?"

And jc isn't crazy about makeup. In fact the pencil was a last minute kind of thing he stuffed into his basket while he was out this morning. But he's,,,he's always admired the male idols in the magazines, and the way their makeup highlights their best features. He's always Thought it was pretty. He's always,,,he's always kinda thought he might like to,,,to be,,,pretty, he guesses. So jc fights back the urge to snap at his adoptive brother's boyfriend, and acquiesces with a huff. Lwj gently takes his chin, looks over the too thin, too shaky lines and grimaces, a slight downturn of his lips.

Jc growls. "It's my first goddamn time, give me a break, shit's hard." Lwj lets out a huff, the lan equivalent of rolling his eyes. "Close your eyes." "Fuck no." But jc does, and lwj gets to work. Thank God he and jc have similar enough eye shapes, if his eyes had been hooded lwj doesn't know what he would've done.

When lwj is finished, he takes a step back and hands jc the pencil. "Take a look." Jc turns to the mirror and a soft rush of breath leaves him. Lwj didn't do much, it's just a simple line around his top lid, the very edge of his bottom lid smudged with black. But the lines are crisp, and there's a weight to the lines of it that make his eyes sharper, most pronounced. It's subtle, yet kinda,,,sexy, if jc is to be honest.

If jc is to be honest, he kinda loves it. "Wow." He says, turning his head this way and that, blinking at himself slowly. "Um. Thanks." Lwj nods, just as the sound of the front door opening reaches them. "Jiang Cheng!!" Wwx calls out. "I'm back!!" Lwj turns, before looking Back at jc. "If you want help, just ask." He walks out of the bathroom. Jc hears "Oh! Lan Zhan!! You came early!!" Followed by a long series of kissing noises and a bunch of wild giggles. Jc pulls a face. God, he's right fucking here, do they have to be so gross about it.

"Jiang Cheng!!" Wwx calls out. "I'm heading out with Lan Zhan, I'll bring back dinner, text me what you want!!" There's the sound of a door closing. Jc turns back to the mirror. He blinks again, turns his head this way and that, before huffing out a rueful laugh. "Goddammit."

And so jc keeps asking lwj for makeup tips and whatnot, and lwj gives him tips and pointers and recommends brands and on the occasion, gifts jc with a few items, bc he has extra and he's loaded anyhow. And when jc expresses an interest in more dramatic looks, lwj brings in mxy, who's a professional makeup artist and a friend of wwx's, and mxy just goes HAM bc jc is made of sharp angles and lines and he's naturally very attractive, but he's also got neutral undertones and no matter what you slap on his face he won't break out, and there's so many possibilities that mxy cant help but squeal in excitement. And so jc works hard at it and gets really good at makeup, and even tho he doesn't wear it all the time he likes to indulge every now and then, and everytime he finishes a look he looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.

(I saw that art of jc with the big yellow bow that came out a good while ago for some event or another and am just. Enamoured with the idea of jc being pretty and looking pretty, and liking it. I don't think he'd be super femme or anything like that, but I think he likes to know that he looks good, and likes to dabble in things that make him look good. It's more fanon than canon, but I just!! Want jc!!! To be pretty!!! And like it!!!!! And enjoy it!!!!! And I like the idea of jc and lwj bonding over makeup, I think it's cute. Like they fight like cats and dogs but bring up shiseido or estée lauder and they just fall into easy conversation. It makes wwx breathe out a sigh of relief, and makes him unbelievably happy: the love of his life and his lil brother, actually getting along for once.

Plus I love the idea of lxc asking surly jc, who constantly just throws his hair up in a bun and wears like adidas gym shorts, to go out with him to this really fancy restaurant, and jc shows up in a dark indigo suit with his full face done, and lxc's jaw just drops to the floor.)

#ace’s archives #copy pasted this from my twit #jiang cheng #mdzs #background wangxian #xicheng if you squint #modern au #makeup

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