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Friday & Saturday T & G reading

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Teen:

table for two, by wordsonpage

It’s Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s ten-year anniversary and Wei Ying is pretty sure he just ruined their celebration with his terrible memory, but lucky for him, he married the best man in the entire world and Lan Zhan has a solution.

Relentless, by nirejseki (17 chapters)

“Why are we even here?” Wen Xu groused.

“Yeah! That’s right! Why are we here?” Wen Chao immediately chimed, very obviously taking his cues from his elder brother – much to the latter’s irritation, judging by his immediate scowl.

Lan Qiren knew that he needed to pick his next words very carefully. With recalcitrant students, a teacher only had a few opportunities to really connect with them. If he allowed them to dismiss him or categorize him as an enemy at this early stage, it would be an incredibly uphill battle to gain enough respect in order to teach them anything, and in this case, given the strength of their background and the fact that this little teaching session was both likely to be short and definitely completely unauthorized, it would quite possibly make it completely impossible to ever get through to them.

“You are here,” Lan Qiren said solemnly, each word slow and thoughtful, “because your father is an ass.”

(a story of kidnapping and falling in love, reluctantly)

time for a dead heat, by Joythea

In a world where omegas aggressively fight off unworthy mates during their heats, Second Prince Lan Wangji is known for being able to fight off several alphas during his heat cycles. Many alphas have tried to vie for his hand in marriage, only to fail. It's his 13th Mating Tournament, and he finally meets a worthy opponent.

Wei Wuxian was just a wandering swordsman who needed some money so he could drink some Emperor’s Smile... Everything changed when he met the most beautiful man he has ever seen in his life after (stupidly) using the palace as a shortcut. If he wants a chance at winning this night guard’s heart, he has to get some money! And he signs up for the tournament, thinking that he could win some money for his troubles. It’s not like he would be able to defeat the amazing Hanguang-jun, right?

Right?

A Room Full of Dead People, by BurningBlueDiamond

“Ehm, Sizhui. We aren't dead, are we?”

“No, we are very much alive, Jingyi”

“Then why are we staring at a room full of dead people?”

“I have no idea”

Jingyi is a walking disaster, Sizhui is a slighly less walking disaster, Wei Ying is a both a mother hen and a snapping master while staying loyal to his gremlin self, Lan Zhan is neither helpful nor apologetic and the Cultivation world from twenty-five years ago is left wondering what the hell just happened

If at first you don't successed (hope that your son and his best friend aren't in the middle of a war), by BurningBlueDiamond (2nd in a series, 2 chapters)

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan's attempts to find Sizhui and Jingyi after they used the prototipe time travel talisman.

Doesn't really make sense without reading "A Room Full of Dead People" first.

The Day Wen Ruohan Became a Psychic, by BurningBlueDiamond (3rd in a series)

The Wens were absent at the Cultivation Conference in Qinghe. But that doesn't mean Wen Ruohan didn't know something was wrong.

Wen Ruohan has a bad day

Doesn't really make sense without reading "A Room Full of Dead People" first.

How Nie Huaisang Learned to Never Skip a Conference, by BurningBlueDiamond (4th in a series)

So, Huaisang hated Conferences, like a lot, the only reason he could stand them was the drama. But, for once in his life, his brother gave him permission to skip the afternoon of a Conference. And, for once in his life (well, maybe way more than once, but shh) he listened... he wished he didn't.

Nie Huaisang missed the hottest gossip of the century and he is understandably pissed

Doesn't really make sense without reading "A Room Full of Dead People" first.

the truth and other regrets, by NocturnalFriend (3rd in a series)

Learning you've been played by the only close person left hurts. Xichen wonders who is left now, other than his regrets and the one who revealed everything.

Continuation of the dark future from the beginning of Sacrifices.

General:

On a night just like this one ..., by DizziDreams

The boys settled in around the fire, with only a small amount of jostling as Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling fought for a spot that, as far as Wei Wuxian could tell, was no better than any of the others. Ouyang Zizhen and Lan Sizhui took a seat on either side of him, the latter folding into lotus pose, appearing as though he intended to meditate.

“Ah ah ah,” Wei Wuxian said and nudged Lan Sizhui with his foot. “No meditating! You can do that on your own time.”

Lan Sizhui didn’t protest, but did tilt his head curiously at him.

“What did you have in mind instead, Wei-qianbei?” Ouyang Zizhen asked.

“Now,” Wei Wuxian announced dramatically, “we tell stories.”

Jin Ling snorted. “Stories? We’re not kids!”

“Yeah,” Lan Jingyi piped up. “A-Ling here hasn’t wet the bed in days!”

“I do not wet the bed!”

“That’s what I said!”

“I was thinking,” Wei Wuxian interrupted, “that I could tell you about the White Wanderer.”

splendor in the heart and glory in love, by LunaChi_KuroShihone (3 chapters)

Lan Wangji was barely seventeen the day he became a god, his eyes burning with molten gold while his gaze never left Lan Xichen's, a silent promise passing between them.

Lan Zhan was barely six when he had sat at the steps of his mother's confinement and had stared silently into the night, heard the whispers of his seniors around him, their sorrowful and hungry gazes. He had been seven when the elders had told him, as it is your elder brother's fate to be sect leader one day, Lan Zhan, so it is your fate to be a sect god.

And here is the thing: many cultivators -- most of the Lan sect elders and disciples included -- see it as a great honor, to be made into a god. Wen Ruohan proclaimed himself one, his age and powerful cultivation lending credit to the ruse, but this close to being one himself, Lan Wangji could see that it was not quite true. Could see that he was mortal still, and he'd told Lan Xichen as much, that they had a chance to defeat the sun if only they rallied together.

But the truth is, Lan Wangji didn't see himself as much of a god, and felt no happiness at being turned into one, just as Lan Xichen felt no happiness losing the only brother he's ever had.

orbit, by llover

"Nothing." Wei Ying pauses. "Nothing," he says again, softer this time. "I just wanted to say your name."

Unfinished

Teen:

Sunlight On A Broken Column, by LaivineNinuiel

When minor clans put forth a petition to the Chief Cultivator to deliver the Yiling Laozu to be tried for his continued demonic cultivation activity—with a not-so-friendly postscript to demand verification for Lady Jiang’s resurrection—Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji butt heads over how best to protect Wei Wuxian from such unwanted inquiries.

In which Jiang Yanli’s return ends in a custody war for Wei Wuxian, and in which a home is not always the place where one lives.

This Is Not The Senior Wei We Know!, by SilverBells

"Wait- wait a minute .......did you just say that I look like a cheap rip off of the Yiling Patriarch?"

Lan Jingyi snorted, "Obviously! Not even close! Our Senior Wei definitely was much cooler than you when he was the Yiling Patriarch!!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes flew open, but this time, there was a red haze flowing out from his sharp eyes. They looked like the eyes of a beast about to attack its prey. And as the demonic energy around them began to swirl and awaken, ghostly figures surrounded him and when he spoke, his voice was cold, without a hint of warmth, "Did you just call The Yiling Patriarch, a cheap rip off of himself?"

The Consequences of Accidental Time Travel, by BurningBlueDiamond (5th in a series)

Future Sizhui, Jingyi, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan went back to their time.

How will the Past and Future character react to the new information provided?

The aftermath of "A Room Full of Dead People".

Yeah, this really doesn't make any sense without reading "A Room Full of Dead People" first.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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guqin-and-flute · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Xue Yang went to the Burial Mounds to learn from the Yiling Laozu when he was young and he grew up decent and with a baby brother (Lan Sizhui) but then everything happens and he and Sizhui end up with Lan Wangji anyway. And he doesn't usually go for help when he's in trouble, but Lan Wangji manages to gain his trust enough that he starts to go after him for help, in a shy and maybe even petulant way and Lan Wangji starts to smile like the snow is melting to him and Yue Yang it's kinda thrown off by that smile because the only other person who would smile like that to him was Wei Wuxian and he misses his gege so much. And they start to really really bond, and when he's like 18 he's glued to Lan Wangji and whenever Lan Wangji has to go out, he goes with him, unless he has classes because then Lan Wangji is not that cool to let him skip classes.

[OoOoO. This made a little scene pop into my head, so here's part of the first meeting. No promises to continue but this has intrigued me as an idea, so who's to say! I've obviously played with the ages since in either canon, Xue Yang is at the very least a late teenager when Wei Wuxian is known as the Yiling Patriarch. You know me, I look canon in the eye and backflip out the window, that’s just how it is. Xue Yang doesn’t know exactly how old he is and he looks younger because he’s all malnourished and stuff, so he’s anywhere from 8 to 13, here.]

"Gongzi. There's someone watching us."

Wei Wuxian cracked an eye, wincing at the stab of sunlight that had apparently peaked above the roof behind them since he had closed his eyes. Raising his arm against it, he rolled his head to follow Wen Ning's gaze.

Down the street, a boy stood at the mouth of an alley, feet planted, openly staring. He looked somewhere around...ugh, Wuxian was horrible with kids ages. 9? 11? He was skinny and short, as many street kids were--which he unquestionably was. His clothes were several inches too short and of that indeterminate color that meant years of dirt and grime that would never completely wash out. His hair was unkempt and half balled up on the top of his head in a ratty topknot. And it was something in the eyes. Too old and too sharp for such a young face. You could always tell by the eyes.

"Hey. What?" Wuxian called without sitting up.

The boy said nothing, unmoving.

"I see you just standing over there like a weird little goblin. Are you trying to hide? You're doing a terrible job, you're literally out in the open. What? Do you want a radish? We're selling them. Do you have money?"

The boy was still silent.

"Do you...we have lots of them, do you want one?" Wen Ning called hesitantly, holding out the vegetable he had been waggling hopefully at passerby's.

Wei Wuxian tapped Wen Ning's wrist with the ChenQing. "Don't give him the huge one, he'll make himself sick trying to eat it all at once. Give him a smaller one." As Wen Ning turned and fumbled in their sack, Wuxian sat up. "Hey. Come here, you can have a radish, if you want. Just don't tell your friends, we're trying to make a living, here."

The strange kid tilted his head, eyes narrowing, focused on Wuxian.

"You're a creepy little thing, aren't you? Fine. No radishes for you. If you learn some manners and come over here to talk properly, then you'll get one." With that, he turned so most of his back faced the kid and bellowed, “RADISHES! FRESH, AMAZING RADISHES!”

When he glanced back over his shoulder, the mouth of the alleyway was empty.

“You know, if we grew potatoes, we would have sold so much more. Why does your sister undermine my economic prowess? Why--what?” He stopped, catching ChenQing mid-spin between his fingers as he felt Wen Ning stop behind him, the squeaky wagon wheel going silent.

“I think he’s back, gongzi.”

“Who?”

“That boy. I think he’s followed us.”

Wuxian turned and peered around, but couldn’t see anyone in the gloom under the trees. “Why?”

“I keep--I keep hearing footsteps behind us, but...but they’re very light.”

Shrugging, Wuxian leaned down and scooped up an apple off of the pile of offerings people kept leaving on the giant stone that marked the beginning of the wards to the Burial Mounds. “He’s probably just seeing if he can catch us alone to rob us or something. Whatever. He’ll probably just take the food here and leave,” he raised his voice so it echoed off the trees. “‘Cause he won’t be able to get past the wards and I don’t suggest he try. Though it would be hilarious, so what do I care.” Crunching into the apple definitively, he set off again, trusting that Wen Ning would follow him up.

“What the fuck,” Wuxian growled groggily, swaying upright.

The scroll he had fallen asleep reading slid down his chest and clattered to the floor beside his nest of blankets. It was dark, the candle he’d lit on his bedside rock burned down to a cold stub. And someone was trying to mess with the wards on the mountain. They weren’t very good at it and they were absolutely nowhere near successful. But it was like a mosquito buzzing in his ear, a little zing in his spiritual awareness that had him scratching at his scalp like a louse-ridden mutt. It was probably that damn waif from town.

Wei Wuxian had sympathy for him, as a former street rat from that city himself. It was a fucking horrible and hard life he wouldn’t wish on anyone, let alone a kid. But he was definitely less sympathetic at--he squinted out the little sky light for a clue, but it was cloudy, obscuring the moon and stars. He grumbled again, scrubbing his face--at stupid-middle-of-the-night-o’clock. He was the fucking Yiling Laozu, dammit, and that should at least gain him enough terror-induced respect to not have to deal with rude little punks in the wee hours of the morning.

If he was still there in the morning, Wuxian would go down and give him what for. But right now, he could fuck right off. Turning over, he yanked the blanket over his head and grumpily clawed after sleep.

“Whoever he is, I’m going to drop kick him back down the mountain,” Wei Wuxian groused over breakfast, pinching A-Yuan’s cheeks as he sat in his lap and clumsily fed them both congee.

Both Wen siblings traded an annoyingly knowing look with each other and ignored him, Wen Ning turning away with the empty congee bowls and Wen Qing sipping her water.

“What?”

Wen Qing pulled an innocent face and shook her head. “Nothing.”

“You think I won’t? That little asshole was there all night--”

“What asshole?” A-Yuan repeated curiously in his lap.

“Hey, never you mind, potty mouth, don’t say that, who do you think you are?” Wuxian demanded, as if appalled, covering the whole of the child’s face with his hand.

A-Yuan squirmed and pawed at it, giggling. Wen Qing rolled her eyes and sighed. When A-Yuan managed to peel his palm away, Wei Wuxian curled his lip at the boy as if disgusted until he offered up another spoonful of congee, which he faux-reluctantly stooped down to eat. “I’m ‘onna ‘o ‘own vere an’ deach ‘im a resson,” he warned Wen Qing around his mouthful.

“Then go,” she put her chin in her hand, watching him with bored eyes. “Tell me how it goes.”

“I will!”

“Mmhmm.”

“Hey!”

There was no one, his voice echoing impotently off the spindly, bare trees. Except there fucking wasn’t, the little pest, and they both knew it. “Hey, get out here.”

Nothing.

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms and glared down at the pile of offering food--it was definitely about half gone, the buns and fruit and even some of the spices gone. “You little twerp, I know you’re out there. You either come here right now, get lost, or get cursed. I have powers beyond your mortal comprehension and I’ll turn every one of your bloodline into a newt.”

Nothing but the wind whistling through the trees. Until, “Yeah?”

The tone wasn’t scared or pitiably thin or even cowed. It was one of interest and it came from above his head. Wuxian left his arms crossed and looked up to see the boy squatting on a thick tree branch, peering down at him with bird-bright eyes and the ghost of an insolent smirk. Stepping back so he didn’t have to crane his neck, Wuxian scowled up at him. “Yeah. What do you want?”

“Can you really?”

“Can I what, you impertinent little shit--I asked you a question! Respect your elders!”

“Turn people into things.”

“I can turn them into corpses just fine, so don’t test me. What is your deal?”

“So. You’re the Yiling Laozu.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Are you?”

Wuxian snorted. “You don’t get an answer until I do, little man, I don’t just give away information.”

Those eyes slowly scanned down the length of him, that smirk widening. “You don’t look like much. But I guess you must be.”

“And why is that?”

He raised the hand that wasn’t steadying himself on the trunk and pointed to Wuxian’s waist. “Flute.”

Despite himself, he automatically gripped ChenQing, then snorted, twirling the end of her tassel. “Lots of people have flutes. Ever seen a Lan? They’re practically bristling with instruments.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“I’ve never seen a Lan. What’s a Lan?”

“It’s a cultivation sect. Don’t you know anything? Who raised you?”

Slowly, the kid tilted his head. “No one.”

Aha. They were getting somewhere. Wuxian kept up his aggrieved frown. “Well then you’ve never heard of Hanguang-jun, which is a shame, because he’d probably have a lot more patience for a little delinquent like you. Why are you looking for the Yiling Laozu?”

He blinked slowly, like a lizard, that little smirk still on his lips. “To teach me.”

“You really don’t know anything--everyone knows he doesn’t take disciples.”

The kid rested his chin on the heel of his palm, his elbow on his knee, hooding his eyes as if bored. “If you’re really half as dumb as you’re pretending to be, maybe I don’t want you to be. There’s a banner people put here, all fancy and black and red. Offerings everywhere. Wards on the mountain he lives on. Who else would you be?”

“Maybe I just live here, you punk. You can’t even read.”

He shrugged. “Don’t have to. Pretty obvious. Teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“Demonic Cultivation.”

Wuxian threw back his head and laughed derisively for far too long. When he petered off, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, the brazen smugness was gone from the kid’s smile, leaving it cold and more of a sneer. But his eyes were narrowed and burning. Aha. A little shit with pride and spice. “Like I said, little brat--I don’t take disciples. And you have a lot of audacity to think that you could handle it.”

At this, his eyes lit, the sullen danger bleeding from his face into intent and he leaned so far forward on the branch, Wei Wuxian’s arms immediately unfolded and began to raise to catch him before he stopped himself. “I knew it! It is you! Teach me. I’ll do anything you ask--I’ll dig up corpses, I’ll kill your enemies--”

“Good gods, you just jump straight to murder! Do you think that’s all I do? You saw me selling radishes on the side of the road and think that my top priority is hiring a 5 year old assassin? What do you want to learn this for, anyway?”

The boy eagerly swung down, dropping to the ground before him with a thunk that made Wei Wuxian wince in sympathy for his ankles. “Destroy my enemies. Make them wish they had never met me--like you.”

“That’s hilarious. What kind of enemies would a toddler even have, anyway?”

That flash of anger came into the kids eyes again and he bared his teeth. “I’m not a toddler.”

“How old are you, then?”

He shrugged--and Wei Wuxian could see he was missing the pinky finger on his left hand, leaving a gnarled scar. In fact, all the fingers on his left hand were slightly misshapen, some joints overlarge, some digits crooked at the end. Wuxian’s stomach twisted slightly. It was old. It happened when he was a much younger child. “Dunno. Does it matter?”

Kneading his temple, Wei Wuxian let out an annoyed sigh. “What is your name, twerp?”

This time, his face split into a wide grin, eyes burning and intent. “Does that mean you will?”

Wuxian glared down at him, hands on his hips. “It means I want to know who the hell kept me up all last night so I can spell your name correctly in my curses.”

Not looking in the least bit worried, the kid mirrored him, hands on his hips. “Xue Yang.”

“Xue Yang, you are nosey and obnoxious.”

With a grin, Xue Yang came forward and grabbed the cuff of Wuxian’s sleeve, tugging. “Yiling Laozu, shifu, gongzi, teach me to make them die screaming. I’ll do all your dirty work. I’ll never complain. Teach me, make me your disciple.”

Wuxian pursed his lips down at him, wrinkling his nose. “No.”

That smile widened, sharpened, and he tugged hard, once. Then, his hand darted out and before Wei Wuxian could stop him, Xue Yang yelped and reeled back a few steps, cradling it to his gut, his sharp little face hard and set.

Snatching ChenQing from his belt, Wuxian brandished it at the kid and bellowed, “You little idiot! What did you think was going to happen?! ChenQing is a first class spiritual tool, of course she’s going to fucking bite you if you try to steal her! Why would I take on a thief who doesn’t know the first thing about cultivation in the first place?!”

Xue Yang’s nostrils flared and he stayed where he was, still holding his chastened hand. “I’ll learn. Teach me.”

“No!”

“I’ll do anything you ask.”

Wei Wuxian threw his hands in the air and turned his back on him. “Anything like steal my flute? Get lost.”

He hadn’t taken 2 steps when the kid yelled at the top of his lungs, “Teach me! I’ll do anything! Anything at all!” His voice was raw and strained with the edge of a crazed laugh. “I’m not leaving! I’ll test your wards all night, every night! I’ll spoil all the food offerings! I’ll--I’ll shoot anyone who leaves this mountain! You’ll have to kill me!”

Geez, this kid was obnoxious! Scowling, Wei Wuxian whirled around. “You think I won’t?”

Breathing hard, his eyes alight, Xue Yang grinned with all his teeth. “Then do it. You’ll never get rid of me, otherwise. I’ll make your life a nightmare. I’ll find a way to get in and steal your secrets and kill you.”

Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Wow, that’s a super compelling argument to make me want to live with you. I’m sure you have many friends.”

Xue Yang’s jaw worked as he panted, his hands both fists. Then, he said in a tightly controlled, trembling voice, “I’ll do anything. I’ll listen to your every order. I’ll follow every rule. I’ll never question you.”

Coolly, Wuxian raised an eyebrow. “Anything? Dig latrine holes and grind my ink for hours? Stoke the kitchen fires and launder clothes? Babysit A-Yuan and sell radishes with Wen Ning?” he demanded dryly. “You have a really specific and grandiose view of my life, kid. I live in a cave on a mountain of corpses with 50 disgraced cultivators the world wants dead. It’s not a luxurious castle of malevolence. It’s all chores, up there. I don’t have work for you to do because I work alone. You’ll be my servant.”

“I don’t care,” he said, immediately. “I’ll do it. I’ll prove it to you.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Wuxian tilted his head back, fist on his hip. It was silent for a long while, just the moan of the wind up the mountain and Xue Yang’s harsh, slowing breath. There was a scuff and Wuxian tensed, ready for this kid to try stabbing him or something equally as “convincing” but he had simply dropped to his knees, looking up at him with a falsely beatific smile, all teeth and shining youth. “Please. Shifu. Gongzi.” He thought a second, then his smile widened and he tilted his head, all cutesy. “Gege.”

Wei Wuxian snorted, twirling ChenQing expertly between his fingers. “You’re way too old for that to work properly. You have to be A-Yuan’s age.” There was something when all that cunning and watchful tension was gone from his face, though, however insincerely. He really wasn’t very old. He was just a kid with nowhere to go, if his desperation was to be believed.

Ugh.

“Ugh. Get over here.”

Xue Yang scrambled to his feet, face eager. Wei Wuxian pulled out a talisman, bit his thumb to bleeding, sketched out a rough entry pass and shoved it into the kid’s dirty lapel. “You’re on probation. You step out of line, you’re out. You do something to endanger us, you’re out. You annoy me too much, you’re out. If I’m in a really bad mood, I’ll plant you in ground so you can feed our radishes. I’m not teaching you.” He added, forcefully as Xue Yang’s grin came back in full, triumphant force. “A kid your age has no business learning things like that. But you can have a roof over your head at night.”

“Sure, gege,” he answered, slyly. “Whatever you say.”

With a noise of aggravated disgust, Wei Wuxian spun on his heel and stalked back up the mountain, trusting him to follow. This little shit was going to try to steal his notes and spy on him for sure. What a hassle.

#[sighs heavily] this is going to be a 'verse isn't it?#my fic #my stuff #xy #wwx #au party #ask #I haven't written much of Xue Yang this was interesting #Wei Wuxian is a softie and everyone but him knows it

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somebodyssherlock-heterodyne · 3 years

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Another Fucking Fix-It AU Because Canon Couldn't Give Them a Break

So my friend- the same one I was DMing when feral time traveler Lan Xichen popped into my head- who introduced me to this series said “you’re not gonna be able to think about anything else” and fuck you @adoni-pike1261 for being right.

Now *cracks knuckles* I’m actually going to be writing a corresponding fic for this, but it’s still fair game, I love seeing other people’s interpretations of my work be it other fics, fanart, memes, anything.

Thusly I present: Ghost Wei Wuxian AU.

Wei Wuxian dies.

Wei Wuxian comes back as an extremely powerful ghost, haunting- of all people- Jin Ling.

AU under the cut

So Jin Ling grows up with his cool ghost friend Wei Ying! Wei Ying is really cool, and super powerful, and knows all sorts of stuff about monsters and talismans and cultivation, and sometimes he just invents things on the spot. For fun. He's the coolest. And he's sticking around because Jin Ling's mother told him to.

He knew her. And his father. He knew them both.

Wei Wuxian swore an oath to his dying sister to keep her son safe, and this is how he keeps it; reminding the kid to eat, and sleep, and take it easy on himself. He plays translator for Jiang Cheng and teaches A-Ling everything he wants the kid to know.

Jin Ling loves Wei Ying. He messes with Jiujiu's hair if he's not paying attention to him, and he says Jin Ling is a Jiang and that means he can do anything. He tells him to live for justice and to love as much as he possibly can.

Jin Ling tells people he loves them. Wei Ying is his godfather, he named him (Jiujiu never told him that) and Wei Ying says to him one bright summer day to tell people if he loves them. You won't have the chance to do that one day, and one day might be tomorrow, so take that chance while you have it.

So Jin Ling tells everyone he loves that he loves them. He still grows up maladjusted and moody and angry but for this one thing that Jiang Cheng for the life of him cannot figure out. Whenever they part, Jin Ling's last words to him are always I love you.

Wei Ying gets sad sometimes, but not like Jiujiu gets sad. Jiujiu gets sad and hides with anger- Wei Ying gets sad and hides it with happy, or just plain hides. Wei Ying says Jiujiu is grieving, he hasn't moved on from his sister, and privately Jin Ling thinks Wei Ying must not have either.

Wei Ying is his godfather, his favorite teacher in the whole wide world, his ghost friend who promised his mother he would keep Jin Ling safe.

Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian is the Yiling Patriarch. Wei Wuxian killed his parents, raised the dead, bringer of hell and master of puppets and in a realm of nothing but evil Wei Wuxian reigns king.

Jin Ling doesn't actually remember what did it, in the end. Which idle remark lined up too perfectly with history lessons, or who said some random little fact, but in the end he's twelve when he realizes that Wuxian was a courtesy name and Wei Ying looks exactly like him.

This is how Jin Ling learns that the man who's saved his life too many times to count (and he always ran when his godfather asked, he never wondered how he got rid of so many monsters-) is the same man who destroyed it in the first place.

He wants to hate him. He tries to hate him.

He can't. The Jiangs say attempt the impossible- not achieve it. He attempted it. He failed.

Wei Wuxian is Wei Ying, and Wei Wuxian is suddenly, uncomfortably human. He lost everything, and he lost everything first, before anyone else lost everything to him.

Wei Wuxian is the only person who tells stories about Jin Ling's parents. He never forgave himself, he never moved on, but still Jin Ling remembers his ghost plastering on a smile and telling him about how his mother fished Jiujiu out of a river.

Jin Ling turns thirteen and starts asking his godfather about the Sunshot Campaign, and what the hell even happened to set it off anyways. Wei Wuxian tells him amidst archery practice, and Jin Ling is fifteen years old when Wei Wuxian smiles- a real smile, a proud smile, tinged with nothing but that pride, no sadness, no melancholy- and tells him he just surpassed his father and Wei Wuxian both.

Jin Ling is sixteen when Wei Wuxian vanishes, and he is still sixteen when he finds him again and meets Wen Ning who was set up but is still kind of the guy who killed his dad (it's a mess) and then Jiujiu asks him who his new friend is, and Jin Ling answers truthfully.

"He's my favorite teacher and he's saved my life too many times to count."

Then the mask comes off and there's a lot of shouting. Like. A lot of shouting. Then it turns out that Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun are a two pack, and Jin Ling gains an uncle, a couch to crash on when his family is being his family, and the ability to spend way too much time at Cloud Recesses with Sizhui and Jingyi.

Sizhui who is Wen Yuan.

...

Eh. Wen Ning is cool. He's glad Sizhui has a cool uncle to offset his disaster dads.

#the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #jin ling #jiang cheng #ghost wwx au #fix-it

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the-untamed-obsession · 3 years

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Hi ! I would like to say that I love your blog and I think your writing is amazing 😍😍 (and I'm sorry if something goes wrong, I'm using Google translator, I can't write English but I can understand)

If requests are still open I would like to ask for something where Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian, Xiao Xingchen and the Juniors (if too much can remove whoever you want, and I apologize) starting a hidden relationship with the reader and on the day when they will reveal the father of the reader (clan leader) reveals that the reader is in a marriage arranged to form a covenant and how they would react.

I apologize if it was too much or if you were confused; -;

I love you 😍❤️❤️❤️

Omg I had no idea this was just sitting here! I still adore the concept and I’m so sorry you had to wait this long😭 I hope you like it💖 I personally think this is a mess, but I was having a hard time coming up with something. Please let me know what you thought about it!

Sidenote: I also just chose Sizhui for the junior since it was already so difficult! Sorry!

Stay With Me

You fell down onto the forest floor, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your lungs burned, your legs burned, and your eyes stung. You’d been running for a while to get away from your parents.

You’d recently found out that you were going to be married off to some other clan leader’s son. You hated the idea of it so much, that you’d contemplated running away.

You already had someone in mind that you wanted to marry and if he didn’t feel the same way… you wouldn’t care. You still wouldn’t get married unless it was to him.

You quickly wiped your cheeks and tried to calm your breathing. You two were supposed to be meeting up and you couldn’t go looking the way you did. You wanted to spend your time with him without having to burden him.

Wei Ying:

It had only been about five minutes since you arrived that Wei Wuxian did too.

“(N/n)!” He smiled and ran to you. “Sorry to keep you waiting! How a-” He paused and frowned, seeing your slightly puffy eyes. Even though you smiled and greeted him, he could hear that you had been crying.

Wei Wuxian had always been very protective of you. He wanted to keep you safe and sound forever, so to see you crying, it made him angry.

“Who did this? Who made you cry?” You smiled weakly and shook your head. You couldn’t lie to him. So you told him. You told him that your father wanted to marry you off to someone but you didn’t want to.

“What do I do?” You asked with a frown. Wei Wuxian stared at you for a moment before boldly introducing his idea.

“Run away with me.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Run away with me. We can live together and… and I’ll make you happy! I swear I won’t make you cry like this again.”

“You’re… assuming I like you?” He smiled once more.

“I know you’re in love with me.”

Jiang Cheng:

Maybe Jiang Cheng would know what to do. He was always pretty smart and maybe he could help you out. Especially since he was a clan leader himself.

“There you are. We agreed to meet by the flower field and-” he stopped seeing your tears, “what happened?”

You stood and ran to him, jumping into his arms. Unable to keep your tears in, you started crying once more. After a few minutes, you spoke up.

“My father wants to marry me off to someone else… I… I don’t want to marry him! I want to marry you!” Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened at your confession but he couldn’t have been happier. He had felt the same, hoping and praying that he would one day have the courage to tell you

He immediately engulfed you in his arms, holding you tighter than ever before.

“You’ll marry me.” He declared pulling away and looking into your eyes. “I’ll find a way, I swear.”

Xiao Xingchen:

The last thing you wanted to do was burden Xingchen with any of your problems. Usually, whenever you had trouble in life, you went to him.

He had this calming atmosphere where he would just be able to ease your worries. So even if you wouldn’t tell him your problem, you would go to him to help ease the pain just a little bit.

“(N/n), I hope I’m not late.” He smiled, making you shake your head. The reason you would sneak to meet Xingchen was that your parents were strict. Even though Xingchen was a very trustworthy and kind man, they were adamant you stay away from everyone.

Unfortunately, you gained feelings and could no longer do that. You didn’t even realize when you’d started to cry, which Xingchen caught immediately. You finally caved and told him what was happening.

“You don’t want to marry him?” You shook your head and looked at him with bleary eyes.

“I want to marry you.” Xingchen’s eyes widened but a smile spread on his face as he took your face in his hands and dried your tears.

“Don’t cry… we’ll find a way.” He whispered.

Lan Sizhui:

You and Sizhui had been close for a while. You’d met him a few years ago and it was painfully obvious to all your friends that you were both in love.

The thing was you and Sizhui kind of ended up confessing a while ago but decided you both weren’t ready for a relationship.

Both of you were too busy and didn’t get to spend enough time. Not wanting that to cause a strain on your relationship, you two decided to wait.

However, you were both devoted to each other. Sizhui had gotten quite a few women who wanted to court him, but he turned them all down, claiming his heart belonged to another.

Similarly, you had gotten a lot of your own proposals and whatnot, but turned them down as well. The last thing you expected was your father setting you up with someone.

You were already meeting Sizhui that night and planned to tell him everything.

“There you are!” Sizhui smiled brightly as he came to you, but he quickly noticed your tears. “What’s wrong?!”

You explained the situation, telling him every last detail. Sizhui patiently listened and after you were done, he got ready to calm you.

“It’s ok, it’ll be ok.” He said, giving you a hug.

“I don’t want to marry him!”

“I know, but don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way through this.” You looked up at him and sniffled.

“Let’s not wait any longer…” you took his hand and entertained your fingers with this. “We can be a couple now… just in case.”

Sizhui nodded but wanted to make it clear that you two would end up together. He would make sure of it. His adoptive dad was Lan Wangji after all.

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antebunny · 3 years

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Parent Trap AU 5

It’s a Parent Trap AU, plus on-the-run hacker!wwx and celebrity!lwj. Full series here.

At first, Lan Wangji finds writing songs to be extremely challenging.

He’s all but quit his job, and his son is gone. He’s alone in the house he once shared with his family, while his brother tries to keep quiet about pitying him and supporting him, and his uncle demands to know why he has no interest in searching for his son. He’s the one that files the kidnapping report, in the end. Not that it does much; they’re already searching for Wei Ying, since he escaped from prison.

All Lan Wangji really does, during this time, is cry by his piano, and sing.

The melodies come naturally to him. He’s been writing melodies for years, and these songs are no different. He has a thousand things to say, so some are angry, so fast he thinks he might tear his fingers on the guitar strings, some are soft with only piano accompaniment. All too soon he has dozens of recordings of phrases that can be put together into full-length songs. The only one he doesn’t record is the one he wrote for guqin, years ago.

But the lyrics, the lyrics he struggles with for ages. Not Lan Wangji finds himself at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t speak much, it’s true, but when he does he always finds precisely what he wants to say. Rather, Lan Wangji finds he has too much to say.

One Friday afternoon, he sits down on his couch and plays the same ten-minute ballad on his guitar, trying again and again to find a way to shorten it without feeling like he’s ripping a part of his already shattered heart out of his chest. While suppressing the urge to write more verses. He knows he can’t leave them all in; it’s too repetitive. He wants these songs to be good, though he doesn’t really plan on marketing them. A large part of him thinks it’ll always be like this. Just him and his instruments, alone in the living room, mourning over a love long lost, making himself cry over his own lyrics.

Still, Lan Wangji is a perfectionist at heart. He has to do something about the ten-minute ballad. It’s longer than two songs put together.

What if I made them two separate songs?

The thought comes to Lan Wangji suddenly, and he sets down his guitar to pick up the notebook containing the lyrics. This could work. He becomes convinced of this the longer he looks at the lyrics. He’ll never run out of things to say about Wei Ying, but if he separated each of those things into one song–that could work.

He chooses a different melody, edits the lyrics to fit it, picks out a theme, an aspect of Wei Ying to sing about, and suddenly he has a whole discography, and not a single published song.

Lan Wangji goes to his brother.

“Are you sure about this?” Lan Xichen asks, his brows pulled together in a small, worried dip.

“Mn.”

They stare at each other without speaking, because Lan Xichen knows that every concern he might think of, Lan Wangji has already over thought.

“Even if he hears them?”

Lan Wangji will never be famous enough that Wei Ying, wherever in the world he might be, will hear his songs. But if he does, then all the better. “Mn.”

Lan Xichen sighs. “I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t think that’s possible. “Hm.”

Lan Xichen sighs again. “Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want. I’m sure A-Yao knows someone. I’ll ask.”

It’s a while before he finds someone who’ll actually produce his music, but he’s happy with the person he ends up with. Luo Qingyang emails him back almost immediately after she listens to his demo.

I need you down here yesterday, she says. This is getting produced right now.

His first song, When We Were Young, is released as a single less than a year after the scandal that took Wei Ying from his life, under the stage name “Hanguang-jun.” He’s not sure it fits, but he wants to.

And suddenly, it looks like Lan Wangji might actually be that famous.

Of course, it’s still years in the future, so Lan Wangji carries on like he’s not. His second single, At First Glance, does even better than When We Were Young, and his manager starts bothering him about a music video. Apparently it’s expected of him, but Lan Wangji rejects all of the ideas that the directors Luo Qingyang finds for him come up with. They end up renting a house for a week and filming there, then going to a studio with lights and a piano. Lan Wangji dresses up for that and plays his heart out, and that’s it, that’s the music video.

His third single, Under Moonlight, is somehow more popular than his previous two combined. He has fans now, or maybe it’s just that he’s only now realizing it. He’s not quite sure what to do with that. The video this time takes place on the very bridge the song talks about. He doesn’t do much, since he rejected the idea of hiring actors to play the “counterpart,” so he’s confused as to why it continues gaining views on YouTube. Apparently he looks young. He’s not sure if this is insulting or not, but the internet would probably be shocked to learn he has a five-year-old son.

Lan Sizhui is too young to listen to music by himself, so Lan Wangji hopes that somewhere, there’s a radio playing one of the new hit songs by Hanguang-jun, and a father-son duo walking past.

Luo Qingyang bullies him into exactly one interview before his first album is released. On it, he accidentally confirms that all the songs on the album are about one person, and panics after that, not wishing to reveal anything about Wei Ying or even Lan Wangji’s own name on camera.

Apparently the mystery helps? Lan Wangji understands fame less and less the closer he comes to it. He thought if he just wrote good songs, enough people would listen to him that Wei Ying would hear it. Wei Ying is spotted in Thailand, and Lan Wangji ends up naming his first album Oceans Apart.

It sells, and it sells, and still, Wei Ying and their son are nowhere to be found.

Wei Wuxian is lying on a roof the night of his wedding anniversary.

Purple, white, and red fireworks explode in the black sky above him. There’s some celebration going on in the city, and Wei Wuxian takes advantage of it to pretend it’s in celebration of his anniversary.

Not that there’s much to celebrate. He doesn’t think it’s typical to celebrate the anniversary of a marriage which no longer exists, but their marriage didn’t end in the typical way either.

And he still loves Lan Zhan. Loves him so much that the sight of rabbits brings him to tears. So much that he feels like a traitor whenever someone so much as smiles in his direction, so much that he can’t imagine himself flirting with someone. So much that he cries on the roof when the fireworks light up the sky.

“Papa?”

Wei Wuxian looks to the right, and there’s Wei Sizhui, who is sometimes the only thing keeping Wei Wuxian going on his darkest nights. He’s nestled up with Wei Wuxian’s arm around him, small face peering earnestly at him from the dark. “What?”

“Why are you crying?”

Wei Wuxian raises one hand instinctively to rub the tears away. He’d forgotten about that. He’s thrown himself fully into caring for his son, making sure that he has clothes and good food to eat, which is hard when they never stay in a place for long and Wei Wuxian is paranoid of anyone who stares at them too long. Sometimes he wonders if he’s really doing any good, keeping Wei Sizhui away from his other father and uncles and aunts, from a happy childhood with friends and a school. And every time, he blinks back to the moment he woke up in the prison having narrowly avoided being murdered, and knows that Wei Sizhui is still safer with him than he’d be if he was still there, within the Jins reach.

“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian says. “It’s nothing.”

Wei Sizhui frowns. “But Papa is sad,” he declares.

Wei Wuxian presses the back of his hand over his eyes. Fireworks crack so loudly it muffles his shaky inhale. Tears stream down his cheeks and around his ears. Red lights flash across his eyelids.

White lights flash through the stage, focusing on the solitary grand piano, and Lan Wangji, in his white suit, seated on the piano bench. A hush falls across the massive crowd. He adjusts his microphone slightly, and places his fingers gently atop the keys. The cameras zoom in on him.

And Lan Wangji sings.

“I’m just remembering,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Someone I used to know.”

“Is it Dad?” Wei Sizhui asks timidly.

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily again, then wraps his arm back around his son. “Yeah,” he admits. “It’s your other father.”

He hasn’t looked back since he ran away. Countless times, he’s thought about Googling the Jiangs in an internet cafe, just to check on how they’re doing. They have social media profiles, so he could. He could. But even the slightest hint of connection could ruin what Wei Wuxian has managed to salvage. The Jiangs would fight for him. Would drag their names in the mud for him, and he can’t let them do that to themselves, so he cuts all ties and doesn’t look back.

Wei Wuxian hasn’t dared to search Lan Wangji since he ran away.

“Hello,” Lan Wangji sings, and the crowd cheers.“It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet, to go over everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal you, but I ain’t done much healing.”

Before he knows it, there’s tears streaming down his face. They drip onto his nice white suit, but the music doesn’t pause.

Hello from the other side

“Will we ever see him again?” Wei Sizhui asks plaintively.

I must have called a thousand times

Wei Wuxian tries to shake his head, his shoulders pressed against the dusty brick roof. “I don’t know, baby,” he says.

To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done

“But why not?” Wei Sizhui pushes. It’s far from the first time he’s asked, but each day it gets harder and harder to answer.

Hello from the outside

“Because he’s very, very far away,” Wei Wuxian replies this time, and tries not to think of Lan Zhan as he last saw him, sleeping peacefully in their bed the night Wei Wuxian broke in and took Wei Sizhui with him. “Oceans away.”

At least I can say that I tried

Eventually, the fireworks stop, and Wei Sizhui falls asleep, head resting in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s arm. Wei Wuxian raises one hand to the midnight sky, pretends he can reach through the vast expanse to wherever his family is. “Happy anniversary, Lan Zhan,” he whispers. “I miss you.”

To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart

Eventually, the song ends, and the cheers deafen the stadium. The lights go out long after Lan Wangji has gotten up from his seat and stepped away from the microphone. The tears on his face are invisible until the cameras focus in on him walking.

“Happy anniversary, Wei Ying,” he whispers, before he picks up the microphone to thank the crowd. “I love you.”

#antebunny's ficlets #parent trap au #i will not pretend to write a song that's Famous™#i'll just steal Adele's which has 2.8B views on youtube #:)#mdzs #the untamed

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 3 years

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This is now the additional salt post to accompany my CQL one about Jiang Cheng, featuring Lan Wangji (my beloved who can do no wrong but really does, especially in CQL).

And thank you again @narcissismincarnate wanting to read my messy thoughts on all of this.

So, the issue where it first runs aground with the major change in the book is making him so quick to choose to accompany Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot campaign. In the book he did not know what to think of Wei Wuxian until the Xuanwu Cave incident, his jealousy and his turmoil with having a crush on Wei Wuxian while simultaneously thinking he disliked him leads to his own hesitancy and Wei Wuxian's. He was shocked that Wei Wuxian was willing to stay with him with his injury because he had been that kid that harassed him, the removal of the archery competition was a detriment as that solidified Lan Wangji's belief that Wei Wuxian flirted to cause harm.

In CQL they are made to trust each other by that point due to the shoddy addition of the Yin Iron. In CQL Lan Wangji is certain that Wei Wuxian was always in the right and essentially, placed him on a pedestal. In the original he was still coming to terms with how to even speak with Wei Wuxian, there was no fall out like CQL with Wei Wuxian "cultivating a path of evil", his concern originally was misconstrued as judgement, because they both had a barrier of not understanding the other. Both of them believed the other hated them and they did not speak until Wei Wuxian had defected. A larger divide then before because neither understood each other, Wei Wuxian being the aggressor now and Lan Wangji being the one to back off.

The wording of significance used for the in CQL is "Zhi ji" which a lot of the western fandom takes to be romantic in context, but the issue is Wuxia/Xianxia use this word liberally for deep connections when it's supposed to be viewed as nebulous/taboo "friendship" for plausible denial even with platonic relationships that are deep by social intimacy standards. And is a standard Wuxia trope.

CQL relies on Wei Wuxian martyring himself and seeing them as unequal (woobying himself essentially). Where as in the novel his hubris is what is his downfall and believing he can figure everything out with his own arrogance. It's what makes the burial grounds meeting much more pertinent than CQL. It is Lan Wangji finally trying to step up to understand Wei Wuxian and witnessing that he is in fact in a bad position socially while protecting civilians.

It is why he tries to argue along with MianMian for the sects to leave him be. Lan Wangji is physically punished for this meeting strangely in CQL when there was really no reason at all for this. He was within his right to and uses what he learned their to argue for the Sects to leave the remnants be, but the sects ignore their words due to finding them unimportant next to the Jiang Sect and Jin Sect insisting something must be done and he was a danger.

His penultimate punishment in the book is not due to just protecting the most wanted cultivation enemy, but because he dared to go against his own sect. It is unfilial, and a death sentence if the other sects knew of his transgression. He is placing personal love over Sect reputation fully coming into a circle against what his own name sake is, he did involve himself in worldly base matters and calls himself equal to Wei Wuxian and taking punishment in solidarity.

Due to the mashing of Nightless City and the First Siege, it throws out that Lan Wangji was helpless in trying to save Wei Wuxian when he is attacked once more. His hope of Wei Wuxian pulling himself out of death is not avoided. It also is a way to insert Lan Wangji's sole purpose in this endeavor was to feel lifetime guilt. Also HOW he found A-Yuan is a massive hole in logic for CQL since he SAW Wei Wuxian die, the only reason Lan Wangji returned there presumably weeks after attacking his elders was to find Wei Wuxian's body and finding A-Yuan alive instead, the living legacy to what Wei Wuxian sacrifices his position in the cultivation world for.

CQL plays off the guilt of Lan Wangi not being able to be by Wei Wuxian's side and pining for 16 years and looking for Wei Wuxian's soul which was why he took on Nighthunts and small jobs. In the novel it is established he gained his name of "Hanguang-Jun" for helping the common people only during the Sunshot campaign, he was a light and justice for them in contrast to Wei Wuxian's boogyman reputation. It erases Lan Wangji's own growth away from Wei Wuxian and his reasoning for beginning to understand Wei Wuxian's own morals, however late it was in his first life.

It is due to his mistakes with Wei Wuxian that it is hinted at as to why he raised Lan Sizhui to be so morally upright and non-judgmental. He is still alive to give a child a better upbringing than what he and Wei Wuxian were subjected to and taught him to be more forward with his thoughts without major repression.

In the novel he has had his growth over the years to mature into someone who is more open to help Wei Wuxian, listen to him and stand as his equal. In CQL it relies on his past guilt that he has not gotten over to clear Wei Wuxian's name. It's what also what makes it so strange that after all of this, all of his 16 years of pining, to abandon Wei Wuxian at the end once more, to be... A Cultivation Chief when it is established he is not in the realm of politics at all and had been a teacher for children for a reason. He makes the same mistake again, when in the novel he had established he would stay fully by Wei Wuxian's side no matter what at Koi Tower and again with the Second Siege.

There was no more personal growth for Lan Wangji to go through making it very out of place that either of them still had something to learn and needed to be separate for an indefinite amount of time until they could be together once more. Both knew they could not be without the other by the end of the novel and are an equal united front. Something that CQL washes away for extra angst that is not needed since the ending shots are them together seconds after their parting making it null and void, and very out of character for Lan Wangji to ever leave Wei Wuxian again.

CQL contradicts the lessons that Lan Wangji learned essentially keeping him in that young stasis of mind he used to have and never really growing out of it and keeping each of his actions as an atonement of guilt instead of unconditional love that he has a chance to now offer Wei Wuxian with no stipulations. His help to Wei Wuxian is meant to be seen as unselfish as he does not demand for repayment as Jiang Cheng does and it is fully of his own volition to want better for Wei Wuxian.

It's not about atonement for Lan Wangji post-resurrection, it's about fully making it known he chose to he seen as Wei Wuxian's equal without the barrier of secrecy everyone else stuck to in life that CQL pushed over for angst fuel.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql vs mdzs #cql negativity #lan wangji has done nothing wrong ever #at least to me #he's still stupid sometimes #who is really the one with self worth issues I wonder...#don't mind me #this is so long many apologies

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enbyleighlines · 3 years

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For the bodycanons: Jin Ling?

Oh, thanks for the ask!!

Headcanon: So it’s canon that Jin Ling is basically the baby of the junior disciple quartet, right? He’s like, 14-15, while Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi are more like 17-18, and Ouyang Zizhen probably is, too. So basically even tho Jin Ling never had friends as a child and was picked on for it, eventually he accidentally gains like three older brothers who are super cool and admired by the disciples of Jin Ling’s age group. So Jin Ling kind of goes from this orphaned, friendless kid to this surprisingly competent Sect Leader with his army of uncles and older brothers.

Heartcanon: Jin Ling probably attends some Gusu Lan lectures as a guest disciple in the soon after-canon, where he is taught not just by Lan Qiren, but Lan Wangji, and even Wei Wuxian. It’s one of the fondest moments of Jin Ling’s adolescence, because he finally has friends, and he makes more every day that he is there.

Gutcanon: I imagine that Jin Ling, despite everything he learned, finds that he cannot hate Jin Guangyao. The man practically raised him, after all. So Jin Ling occasionally prays that his Shushu will find peace and happiness in his next life.

Junkcanon: I’m not doing this one because Jin Ling is baby

Spleencanon: Jin Ling continues to have a close bond with Jiang Cheng, but also develops a similarly strong bond with Wei Wuxian. And for a while, all Jin Ling wants is for them to get along again. Thus, the plan to repair the rift between them begins (with help from the rest of the quartet, of course). At times, Jin Ling reminds Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian so much of Jiang Yanli that it hurts. And it takes a long while, but eventually Jin Ling becomes the bridge that allows his uncles to — if not reconcile — then to start over.

Thank you, again! I hope you enjoy this~

#theleakypen #asks #mo dao zu shi

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songofclarity · 3 years

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Omg I love your headcanons about WRH being LSZ's bio dad and fully support them!

Do you have any ideas about the mom though?

I personally think LSZ took the most after her in looks and temperament (because if the Jin saw a wen child that looked like WRH in the labor camps they would've killed him right away) I suppose after losing both his sons in such a traumatic way, a grieving WRH would be more drawn to someone kind and gentle and compassionate on whose shoulder he could cry and be vulnerable.

Idk if a-yuan was a planned child or an "oopsie" baby but either way he was the product of a healthy loving 100% consensual relationship and both parents wanted and loved him (I hate it when WRH's character is reduced to "perverted abusive rapist" just because he's an antagonist, we already have JGS godammit!)

also I want the madam Wen from "heliocentric" in there too because that woman gives me chills and interfering in WRH's sex life is maybe her way of coping with his lack of interest in herself by being indirectly part of his romances but it's still so weird and creepy lol

I'm also thinking MY was involved in LSZ's mom's death. Maybe she was getting suspicious of him or she was trying to convince WRH to negotiate for a peaceful end to the war... Etc either way her being alive wasn't in MY's advantage so she had to go, and I don't think MY would hesitate to murder an innocent young mother if it served his purposes after all he did to gain WRH's favor. Also if WRH loses that source of emotional support he would become easier for MY to manipulate and betray

Sorry this was meant to be a short ask about LSZ's birth mother's headcanons but I ended going off the rails lol

Yay, more support for Wen RuoHan as Wen Yuan's dad! And everything you said about the mom is great, I'm a fan!

I don't exactly have solid headcanons on the mom, but I do have a collection of options in mind depending on what I'm in the mood for! I have been sitting on another ask which asks me how I imagine Madam Wen and I have been planning to go through a few versions of her on that, including the one(s) that could be Wen Yuan's mom lol

Love Wen Yuan looking more like her though 🥺 While I do acknowledge this passage exists:

Wen Ning, "I thought every single person from out sect was dead. I really didn't expect that A-Yuan would still be alive. He looks so much like my cousin when he was around twenty." (ch. 89, ERS)

Wen Ning was looking for Wen resemblance in Lan SiZhui, so he would be searching for all the similarities with Wen RuoHan first. Considering the Jin viewed the Wen Remnants like animals, little Wen Yuan would hardly be recognized with dirt on his face and dirty clothes. Plus baby fat~ Jin GuangYao might have recognized him, but Wen RuoHan's whole household would have been killed in Nightless City by the Sunshot Campaign, so no one is looking for Anastasia a missing baby in the aftermath.

I also like to consider that Granny Wen is Wen Yuan's maternal-grandmother, and she took care of him when everyone, including her daughter/his mother, were reeling from Wen RuoHan's death. Maybe Wen Yuan's mother didn't want to leave her husband, and sat staunchly at his casket/tablet, dressed in white, even as the gates of Nightless City were broken in...

Let Wen Yuan's mother love Wen RuoHan! 🥺 Let them be sweet together! A lady both gentle yet strong, which comes with the territory of having to stand out of a very large crowd to get Wen RuoHan's attention in the first place. And when she has him, she has him! Let Wen RuoHan love her, too! 🥺

And while I don't think their relationship is at all a political/alliance one as I headcanon her from a clan already loyal to the Wen, I think there would have been some pressure on her (not by Wen RuoHan) to maybe do whatever needed to be done to encourage a pregnancy. For one thing, the Wen Clan survives on the prevalence of the Wen bloodline, so a new little Wen heir would improve morale vs the Sunshot Campaign. For another thing, I headcanon Wen RuoHan just loving being a dad and having a family in general. But he is grieving the loss of his last family. So an "oopsie" baby for Wen RuoHan, who is not in the mindset to have children right now, while more or less planned by everyone else. I think it would be something he didn't think he knew he wanted, however, and he would be very happy along with his wife~!

The Madam Wen from Heliocentric is a unique case and I would love to explore her role in a story where Wen Yuan is Wen RuoHan's child (not necessarily their child, for reasons not yet revealed lmao). And also, I *have* thought about Meng Yao doing more dastardly deeds in Nightless City exactly as you describe. If the Wen are expected to all die at the hands of the Sunshot Campaign anyway, what's the difference between now or later besides the risk of getting caught? Since Meng Yao plans to betray and kill Wen RuoHan, what's the life of one innocent women on the side to help get him there? There are plenty of ways to make it look like an accident, and then Wen RuoHan is easy picking...

Which just means I need more AU where the story changes and headcanoning more Wens doesn't just mean more dead Wens 😂 Happy Wen family, please!

#asked from above #anon #mdzs thoughts #lan sizhui #wen yuan #wen ruohan #wen fam #madam wen #although not necessarily a madam wen #this ask gave me a good canon divergent fic idea lol

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Let’s consider Lan Wangji learning to love touch thanks to Ah Yuan... We know he has never been comfortable with physical contact, but with time Ah Yuan starts to bring it out on him until it becomes another part of himself.

Like, the moment he took the child to gusu he kept him between his arms, with the excuse that the boy was scared, and lonely, and hurt, and so feverish he could die so he needed comfort... and yes, he had to go through his own punishment and heal his own wounds, but after much begging and pleading (and ater Lan Xichen insisted on his behalf), they allowed Ah Yuan to be, at least, in the same room as rich-gege, sometimes even within Lan Zhan’s arm reach, so he’d hold little Ah Yuan’s hand as he slept the pain on his back away.

And then, when he was secluded and hidden away to reflect on what he had done, Ah Yuan was kept secret with him. As he gained his mobility again and stopped feeling sick and disoriented 100% of the time, Lan Zhan recuperated some of his discipline, and forgot how to bring/ask for comfort. Therefore, he made a promise to start to learn how to do it.

In the beginning, when Ah Yuan cried and cried because he had hurt himself or because he missed his family, Lan Zhan would watch him silently, or sit next to him, rubbing his back as soothingly as he could. Ah Yuan would drop himself across his lap, or curl onto it, crying earnestly onto his chest. From then on, Lan Zhan would scoop him into his arms if the boy every cried. His hand learnt by itself to cup the back of the boy’s head, and that it’d bring a sense of protection to the little kid.

He made a promise to never let Ah Yuan feel unprotected again. No matter at what cost.

One time, Ah Yuan got a tiny cut on one of his fingers and came running to him, teary eyed and suffocated, holding the finger up as if it was burning.

“You have to heal it!” Ah Yuan pleaded, but Lan Wangji could only blink at him, without understanding. “You have to kiss it better!”

And Lan Wangji has never been able to deny this little boy anything, not since he rescued him from a premature death. He brought his little hand close to him and left a feather touch of his lips on the wound, even if the touch didn’t feel all that natural to him. Ah Yuan smiled, satisfied, and left to keep playing whichever game he had made up.

That time, Lan Wangji learnt that kisses had some sort of magic in them, and that they could heal.

Of course, Lan Zhan has to take care of the boy’s hygiene. They bathe in the river together, and Lan Wangji rediscovers, from a completely different point of view, what parents have to do for their kids, and at which times they have to function in their kid’s behalf. He comes to accept that intimacy and to sustract the uneasiness it’d bring into his chest if it were anyone else. Bodies are natural, in the end. There’s nothing gross or shameful in them. Maybe that’s the hardest part for him to learn.

Ah Yuan grows a bit, and his hair with him. That’s how Lan Zhan finds himself combing Ah Yuan’s knots off his mane, shushing the boy after an unintentionaly sharp tug, and smiling softly when the boy hums pleasedly.

It becomes a part of their routine, after that, to sit with the sunset’s light before them, combing Ah Yuan’s hair straight and listening to the sound of chirping birds and the trickling of the river nearby. At some point, Ah Yuan requests to do the same to rich-gege’s hair, so Lan Zhan lets his hair loose and closes his eyes, allowing the little boy to stand at his back and brush his already brushed hair until it’s as even as the surface of their dining table.

Some mornings, Ah Yuan would find seating space on Lan Zhan’s lap while he plays inquiry, and Lan Wangji would move Ah Yuan’s little fingers on the strings to ask Wei Ying’s spirit the same questions he’s been asking for months, to which they receive no answer. Every time, Ah Yuan would giggle and try to play by himself, or watch mesmerized as Lan Zhan did it himself. The wounds in Lan Zhan’s chest wouldn’t bleed so deliberately with Ah Yuan near him, listening without understanding to all he has to say.

When they were finally allowed to reunite with the rest of the sect, Lan Zhan had grown an habit of holding Ah Yuan’s hand as they walked up and down the mountains, or to help him up the stairs. He walked up to the main gates of cloud recess with Wen Yuan holding his hand. Before they stepped in, he told the little boy:

“From now on, your name will be Lan Yuan. Understood?”

Lan Yuan took his thumb out of his mouth and nodded. Lan Qiren frowned when he spotted father and son, hand in hand, walking into their sect, into their home, breaking a few hundred unwritten rules (and others that were written too, but Lan Wangji had paid debt for all those already).

By becoming a Lan, Lan Wangji had to give the boy his forehead ribbon, which’s meaning and symbolism he explained superficially, for Ah Yuan wasn’t old enough to fully understand. Still, he tied the headband around his head, carefully, telling him he couldn’t take it off from now on, and that only he and his family could touch it. Lan Yuan nodded, understanding. Lan Zhan’s fingertips touched the boy’s cheek momentarily, offering him a smile.

Those gestures and touches started to come natural to him with time, but with time Lan Yuan grew, and as he aged he was told he couldn’t t act like a little kid anymore, that there’s things he could and couldn’t do, love he could require and comfort he had to bring to himself. However, when he’s eight, he starts to get nightmares, and although he doesn’t want to ask Lan Wangji for help or wake him up in the middle of the night for some silly reason, he still curls at the edge of Lan Wangji’s bed (he sleeps in the jingshi with him until he’s around fourteen, when he joins in the other disciples’ dormitories) and leaves before the man wakes up, hiding back in his own bed.

It’s like this how Lan Zhan finds him one night: sitting by the bed with his head buried between his arms, a hand curled on his bedsheets. He draws him off the floor and into the bed with him. Lan Yuan is so sleepy that he doesn’t have the energy to excuse himself, or to complain that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need to, and nuzzles close to Lan Wangji’s warm body instead, sighing happily as the man embraces him with an arm.

Lan Wangji discovers there’s no specific age to stop needing your loved ones, or to ask for their love. He also learns that if he holds Lan Yuan really close, nothing bad can happen to him. Not in any existing way.

By the time Lan Yuan becomes Lan Sizhui, most of the gestures Lan Wangji learnt to be able to love him right have been left forgotten in their past. However, he can still encourage the now teenager with a squeeze on the shoulder, or by pressing a light hand at the bottom of his back.

He learns that there’s no need for touches to show affection, because there’s a thousand different ways to let Ah Yuan know he cares about him. He brings him gifts from his trips, leaving them by Ah Yuan’s table in the dormitories, the way he always dreamt he’d do to Wei Ying, at some point or another. While they eat, he puts more and more food in Ah Yuan’s bowl so he grows stronger, so he’s never sick or feeble again. Whenever Ah Yuan asks for a lesson of inquiry or to accompany him to feed their rabbits, Lan Wangji Mns, even if the boy is supposed to be somehere else. Sometimes, he’d ask for Lan Sizhui’s presence and he’d walk them to watch the sunset together, for no other reason than to enjoy each other’s company.

And it all pays off, really.

It pays off because Lan Sizhui trusts Hanguang-Jun with everything he has. When he needs help, he asks for it. When he doesn’t know the answer to a problem, he goes and learns from Lan Wangji’s wisdom. When he feels conflicted, he knows that Lan Wangji will listen to him, and help to all of his extent.

It pays off because Ah Yuan doesn’t cry anymore. Not in the way he did when he pleaded for his uncle, his aunt, the family that wasn’t going to be back. It pays off because he has the sweetest, purest of smiles, because there’s something soft and tender on his expression that has been crafted on him with pure, unadulterated love.

It pays off in Lan Wangji’s heart, too. And when he finds Wei Ying again, it’s already easy for him to give him gifts, to grab his hand, to brush the hair off his face, to smile his way, to say yes, yes, I trust you, I love you, I’m never leaving you. And he thinks that, maybe, if he had learnt how to love long before, Wei Ying would have never died.

Maybe he would have been able to save Wei Ying like he had saved Ah Yuan, and like Ah Yuan had saved him.

#lan wangji #lan sizhui #wei wuxian #the untamed #I'M SAD #lwj #wwx #lsz #wangxian #dadji #bro this shit long #my things #tp

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inactive5790 · 4 years

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Wangxian and Their Babies

Okay, so, here’s to hoping I’m not the only one with the headcanon that, after Lan Wangji strongarms his uncle into accepting tolerating begrudgingly acknowledging Wei Wuxian as an in-law, the Lan sect just gains like 50 tiny disciples in the first year of their marriage, just because they both compulsively adopt children left and right.

Wei Wuxian knows full well what it’s like to live on the street as a small child, not knowing when, or even if, you’ll get your next meal. Of course he’s going to take in every child he finds in miserably circumstances, every orphan, every street rat, every little darling in an abusive household! Especially now that he has the resources (Lan Wangji’s bottomless money pouch, aka Hermione’s Beaded Handbag part 2) to actually help them. And we’ve seen him interact with children many times in both the novel and the series! He loves them and the feeling is, more often than not, mutual!

Lan Wangji is someone who lost his mother and never really had his father to begin with. I point blank refuse to believe that he wouldn’t do everything in his power to parent the shit out of any child shoved in his path. Just look at Sizhui! He is the sweetest young man you could ever hope to meet! An absolute angel boy! And a lot of that is because of his fathers! (I’d like to take a moment to point out that I’m not saying either Lan Wangji, or Wei Wuxian are infallible, both of them have some seriously deep-set character flaws that are never really addressed in any version of the source material, but they make damn good, somewhat embarrassing parents). Back to Lan Wangji: he’s already a (kinda scary) parental figure to most of the Lan disciples and now that he has Wei Wuxian back and the pining and heartbreak is over (kinda, the ending wasn’t exactly happy), I’m willing to bet he has more than enough quiet affection to share. He already has an army of rabbits. Of course he will collect ALL THE CHILDREN.

Just imagine them coming back from every night hunt/trip-to-totally-not-get-Wei-Ying-alchohol-and-spicy-food/random outing with at least one child in tow.

Imagine Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi being the best big brothers ever. With Jing Ling and Ouyan Zizhen’s help, of course.

Imagine Lan Quiren being furious, before slowly warming to the little rascals and finally becoming the most over-protective, grumpy grandpa ever.

Imagine one or two of the more adventurous children exploring Cloud Recesses and accidentally barging in on Lan Xichen’s seclusion, only to be offered tea.

Imagine Lan Xichen eventually starting to come out regularly to teach the little ones and their presence doing something to heal his broken heart. (All I want in life is for this wonderful man to be happy again. He is the very best of them and deserves everything good in life.)

Imagine several of the kiddies idealizing Jiang Cheng and following him around whenever he goes near Cloud Recesses, while he tries to figure out if he’s angry or pleased about it.

Imagine Wen Ning being the default babysitter.

Imagine the Gusu Lan Sect indirectly honouring Xiao Xingchen’s memory by taking in new disciples, regardless of their heritage and ability.

Imagine a vast army of kids trailing after the mighty Hanguang-Jun and the fearsome Yiling Patriarch, totally messing with their badass image, not that either of them care.

Imagine each kid having their own favourite rabbit and helping to feed them.

Imagine Lan Wangji using his position as Chief Cultivator to build widely accessible schools, orphanages, etc...

Imagine him bringing kids to the whatever meeting he’s going to and occasionally asking them for their opinion, because they’re usually more rational than the sect leaders.

Imagine the next generation of Lan disciples being the biggest group of ragtag misfits to ever live.

Imagine more female cultivators from the Lan Sect and for them to finally stop separating them! I mean, what the actual fuck?!

Imagine Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng, and whoever else these little sweethearts imprint on, being taken care of in their old age and passing down their own special brand of wisdom.

Imagine other sects following their example.

Imagine abolishing the moronic classist system this fandom’s world is based on.

Imagine the continued shenanigans and found family sweetness!

Yeah, anyway... I want more parenting all round, more cute babies and for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to have a Bruce Wayne sized adoption problem!

#wangxian #mdzs #mo dao su zhi #the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan qiren #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jiang cheng #wen ning #found family #adoption #wei wuxian and lan wangji need more kids #fight me i'm right #bibirants #rebloglater

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intoxicatingimmediacy · 3 years

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Fandom Fic Rec Days - CQL/MDZS

I bring you FIC RECS! ENJOY! And to our beloved writers - THANK YOU! I don’t have the words to express my gratitude for how much joy you bring into the world.

Under the cut there will be pining, there will be devotion, there will probably (definitely) be kink, and most of all there will be rampant wangxian.

For my first ever fic rec post, these are the first stories I thought of without checking my downloads. Some I read long enough ago that I don’t remember them exactly, but they must've hit me hard enough to recall their names off the top of my head. Some of them are definitely top tier ultimate favourites, but many of those are also missing from this list as I’ve spent the last year in Severe Lockdown feat. Hours Of Ao3 Every Day.

A caveat: I read wide - as in, I enjoy interpretations of the characters that contradict how I experience them in canon, as long as they have internal consistency. For example, in canon WWX doesn't read as self-loathing to me - he’s seethes confidence in his abilities; it's his place in the world that he struggles with - but I thoroughly enjoy fics rooted in self-worth issues. So, YMMV.

In the same vein, I like pure CQL, pure MDZS, and mash-ups, as well as RPF; my squicks are few and far between, my triggers nonexistent, and I have happily eaten many a dead dove. For our yown safety, read the tags.

+ Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground, Teen/39k

"Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again."

Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him."

- Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway.

(I remember reading this on a long train ride home over a year ago, so spellbound even after finishing, that I alighted a stop too early.)

+ The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch by aubreyli, Teen/20k

Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

- In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's… surprisingly effective.

(My original comment, because it’s been too long, I think it’s long overdue a re-read: ‘Pure joy! This made my whole week. My cheeks ache from all the giddy smiling at my screen.’)

+ An Account of His Days by theherocomplex, Teen/3k

Someone, someday, may read it, though what they will gain from doing so is anyone's guess. They will learn he loves Wei Wuxian, but that is no secret. It never was.

(Utterly gorgeous and so very much exactly how I headcanon LWJ's inner life.)

+ (our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering, Explicit/36k

The reboot completes, and Wei Ying’s brain smashes this information together into two mind-shattering thoughts. Number one, he knew very well already, and is now further seared by defined muscles and a mouth-watering tattoo into his every waking moment: Lan Zhan is the hottest fucking person on the planet.

Number two: that guy wasn’t visiting Lan Zhan’s neighbour, he was visiting Lan Zhan, which means:

Lan Zhan fucks.

- Lan Zhan has been Wei Ying's best friend for years. Literally, years. How did he not already know? How has he missed this most important of facts? And more importantly, how is he ever going to get over it?

(My salivating comment upon the first read: ‘Ah I'm so glad I waited until you had finished posting the whole glorious thing so I could inhale it in one delicious go. Not that I did, I had to take a break twice, just so that it'd last longer, so I could live with it in my brain for a few hours more.’)

+ Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association by Ariaste, Mature/114k (as of this post, series not concluded)

Two gremlins, their husbands, and the horrible HOA board. As long as nobody gets arrested for arson or murder, we're gonna call it a win.

(Mainly XiYao, with WangXian secondary, but this one is really about the ridiculously stupendously funny. As in, I discovered new sounds coming from myself, ever escalating levels of snortcackling.)

+ For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm, Explicit/171k

The picture is of Wei Ying, that much is clear. It’s of a lot more of Wei Ying than Lan Zhan is used to seeing. He supposes that, technically, Wei Ying is dressed. It’s a bare technicality, since one of Wei Ying’s hands has rucked up his black tank top practically to his collarbone, showing a long expanse of abdomen and one nipple. Sweat beads on his sternum, catching the light like jewels. His other hand is--Lan Zhan feels his eyes widen, as though unable to look away from a train wreck--on his hip, one thumb tugging down the waistband of a pair of red briefs. Wei Ying is biting his lower lip and looking directly into the camera, sultry, his eyes dark and inviting. His erection is obvious, outlined against the red of the briefs and framed carefully with the hand on his hip. Lan Zhan’s brain goes wildly, screamingly blank.

Or: Lan Zhan accidentally finds his best friend's OnlyFans account and has an ongoing emotional crisis.

(This one has so much, the funny, the painful, the smut, it has such meaty substance to it. I get a craving every few weeks to re-read and it never fails to make my belly go swoop. ‘Just... one of the most satisfying reads EVER.’)

RPF

+ Fixtures and Fittings by ella_minnow, Explicit/42k

The client is tall and slim, the padded leather motorcycle jacket he wears adding artificial bulk to his upper body which angles sharply in to slender legs braced wide on either side of the bike. His face is fine-boned and delicate and -

Very, very familiar.

It’s a face that Xiao Zhan has seen daily for the last several months, although never in real life. No, he’s used to seeing it through his kitchen window, twelve feet tall on the billboard that graces the side of the building down the block from his apartment.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It’s Wang Yibo.

(One of my very first loves in this fandom way back when; wonderfully engaging and detailed.)

+ The Scent of Happiness by mrsronweasley, Explicit/49k

He raises his head up at the drinks menu and that's when the guy behind the counter turns around and greets them both with a smile.

Oh.

Yibo is aware that he's staring, but he just. Can't stop. The guy is tall--taller than Yibo—with long hair tied loosely into a bun. Soft bangs cover his forehead, with longer tendrils framing the most beautiful face Yibo has ever seen on a human person. And Yibo has met a lot of beautiful human people.

(My flailing comment upon first reading: ‘Some moments you had me literally, physically breathless. I kept copypasting exceptionally exquisite sentences out to flail over their particulars but the list got too long. I feel like my ribcage has been cracked open and my heart is bigger after having read your gorgeous words.’ I think I enjoyed it.)

#ficrecdays #wangxian #cql #the untamed #fic rec #mdzs #yizhan #fanfic #bless all you creators

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Lol in the dream i had there were also elements of like, lsz being the embodiment of karma and the embodiment of all the pain the older generations passed down onto the next generation. At first we're supposed to think that jl is the poster boy for a child who inherited all this pain and grief, the ultimate victim of the war. but that’s a deliberate misdirection both because of who was actually responsible for jl’s parents’ deaths and because this can’t compare to the volume of loss lsz’s experienced, only and specifically because of WHY their families were killed and also how it affected their lives going forward. It’s not about who suffered more but about the positions and opportunities lsz and jl are given afterwards. jl is allowed to be angry, to be violent, towards the person who supposedly took his parents from him, but lsz can’t even openly mourn his family without risk. jl as a baby is immediately settled in his position; he is heir, his living family are powerful and will dote on him. a-yuan, while he is brought into the lan sect, was left to die in a cave and was left at the mercy of a stranger’s kindness. the point here is that jl and lsz are both wholly innocent and both victims of loss but only jl was treated this way. arguably, jl feels Too victimized specifically in the context that his parents’ deaths were a result of unfortunate accidents whereas the wen massacre was a deliberate act of greed, malice, ignorance, one that lsz can’t even fully comprehend the full scope of until he’s a teenager. jl is too angry, lsz is not angry enough (because he doesn’t know to be, because he isn’t allowed).

i think that if jl’s journey was having the wool ripped from his eyes and realizing that his and his elders’/peers’ worldviews need to change in order to stop the vicious cycle of violence and loss that the sects foster, lsz’s journey could have/should have been about making or allowing room for dissent from that worldview. in a way, they are subversions of their guardians’ failures. where jc weaponizes his hatred, jealousy and grief, and often abuses his privilege, jl shows a willingness to grow and care. where wwx tried to be just and was cut down for it, where lwj ended up betraying feelings and morals in order to live by the rules and both bore their punishments without complaint, i think it would be so cool if lsz was allowed to be angry, allowed to demand reparations in a way that None of his family ever has, can, or would.

wwx and lwj are on their second chance and in wwx’s case, literally his second life, and so you can forgive them for wanting to move on. they’re too close to everything that happened to truly make a difference anymore. but lsz and jl are just beginning to inherit their families’ legacies, i think it would be interesting if they learned from those mistakes.

This was an unsolicited anon that got so long so sorry about that!

dream anon: disclaimer that I don't respect mxtx and would never wax poetic about her writing quality I just had thoughts about a-yuan. and yeah I agree with you that the wen siblings have the right to hamstring jc as well. I swear I'll stop spamming you now

omg no you’re completely right! i feel like the show’s endgame lays the groundwork for lan sizhui to stop and realise that, no, it’s not okay that the people who killed his family got away with it and are largely still in power. as he recovers his memories of the wens and gains a more complete understanding of what led to their deaths, his sympathy for jiang cheng and other cultivators who profited off of that mess is only going to get lower, so i can definitely imagine a post-canon scenario where he demands the cultivation world pay for what they’ve done.

#replies #anonymous #long post #here's how lsz stabbing jc can still win

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A lot of my friends are big JC stans and today they were talking about how JC loves Jin Ling so much and did his best raising him and lots of family feelings. And meanwhile I was there like "But... did you even look at JL? that poor boy is a mess. I'm sure JC loves him but he did a terrible job raising that boy". And of course there were a lot of excuses like how JC was alone and sad but did his best... but that doesnt work because we have Lan Sizhui RIGHT THERE. (cont.)

( cont.) Both LWJ and JC were young and heartbroken when they found themselves in care of parentless childs but anyone that looks at LS can see what a good job LWJ did raising him. JL instead is a mess... he's young and there is hope that now with the infuence of the other juniors and WWX he will grow to be better, but when I look at JL is clear that JC didn't do a good job, and if they think that he did "his best" then I'm sorry but his best is terrible.

Yeah, it’s like... saying JC “did his best” doesn’t excuse how badly he messed JL up. Like, even saying he tried his best is something that can be argued against so easily, but even if he did everything he could he clearly shouldn’t have been in charge of a child. JC refuses to control himself, to keep his temper in check even when dealing with people who have no choice but to take whatever he throws at them. He shouldn’t be given power over anyone, and certainly not a child.

With LWJ, there’s another element, which is that LWJ gave some of the work to others; when he couldn’t handle a child due to his injuries, he (presumably) gave him to LXC to look after until he’d recovered. Probably he also asked LXC or LQR to step in when he couldn’t manage the work for other reasons. LWJ held on to this last remaining part of WWX, but he also was very aware that A-Yuan was a child, and so had certain needs that LWJ couldn’t always fill. He didn’t let his pride or desire to keep this part of someone he loved close prevent him from ensuring A-Yuan got the best care he could, even if that meant letting go. JC... very much didn’t. I get the strong impression that whatever time he was given with JL he clung to, wavering back and forth between smothering him and driving him off the way he does everyone else in his life; of course that sort of treatment fucked with JL’s head! And so in the end we get Sizhui, taught that he has people he can rely on everywhere in his family and led to gain in kindness and empathy... and JL, who’s been taught that rage and cruelty are the only way forward, while the only person he thinks he can trust when he needs good counsel turns out to be a kinslayer multiple times over and responsible for the death of JL’s father. As far as we know JGY never hurt JL until his crimes came to life, while JC hurts JL... pretty much every time we see them together in the novel. JC was not a good parent and I wish this would stop being a thing.

#mdzs #cql #grapehate #lan sizhui #jin ling #anon #asks

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hils79 · 4 years

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Monday Fic Recs

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji (The Untamed/Mo Zao Zu Shi)

Help! We’ve Shrunk Our Seniors by Aaymeirah

“How are you so accepting?” Lan Jingyi shouted. “Hanguang-Jun is a baby!”

“Panicking won’t help.”

“What will?”

“We need to get them back to Cloud Recesses. Someone there will know what to do,” Lan Sizhui suggested.

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A night hunt goes wrong, transforming Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji into toddlers. It is up to the juniors to watch over them untill a solution can be found. They're trying their best okay.

This is absolutely adorable

Deconstruct by flowercity

At the other side of their bond there is a person waiting for him; a boy with a sunny personality and a penchant for mischief, the personification of everything the Lan sect abhors. Lan Wangji learns from early on that nothing good can come out of this, but it seems like Wei Ying is an expert in subverting everything he knows.

A soulmate AU where what you write on yourself appears on your soulmate’s skin.

I tend to find soulbond fics a bit hit and miss in terms of what I like but this is really sweet and gave me a lot of feelings.

State of Emergency in Caiyi Town by drjlecter

Wei Wuxian is confined to his flat during the quarantine in the Covid-19 pandemic like everyone else and he's going insane. Thankfully, he discovers his hot neighbour who proves to be a perfect challenge and wonderful distraction.

This is a really fun and cute fic

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane

It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.

“Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”

“It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

Kidfic and fake relationship all in one fic and it is perfect. I love the way a-Yuan was written in this fic. Like an actual kid.

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner

The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did.

This is just a lovely gentle look at WWX and LWJ setting into their new life at Cloud Recesses post-canon.

Zhao Yunlan/Shen Wei (Guardian)

Write Me Down and Remember by runningondreams

Zhao Yunlan likes to think that he knows Shen Wei well; knows him better than anyone else, even, past or future. He knows how Shen Wei belittles his own pain and hides injuries, knows that he'll always put himself in front of the falling blow, knows how to make him laugh and how to prod him into accepting offered help, at least sometimes.

Other times, Shen Wei will say something that drops like a hammer into Zhao Yunlan's thoughts and he remembers that well is a relative term.

This week I have been making my way through the Ye Olde Haixing Era tag because I have a lot of feelings about young Shen Wei and Kunlun. This one is a lovely story about Zhao Yunlan learning a little more about Shen Wei

Moments before the storm by maggie33

The past is not that bad, considering.

A sweet short fic about Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei falling in love in the past

Mismatch by laireshi

Zhao Yunlan goes to Shen Wei's office and runs into the Black-Cloaked Envoy instead. He does his best to convince him not to send Shen Wei back to Dixing.

I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out that identity porn is a thing that I enjoy, given that I spend several years in the Smallville fandom back in the day. Anyway this is really sweet and fun.

Take This Longing by laireshi

Zhao Yunlan is doing his best not to panic here—and oh, he used to think he was good at keeping his head cool in stressful situations, but there's someone aims a gun at you stressful and then there's Shen Wei, the Black-Cloaked Envoy, is hurt and too weak to stand and you can't make him heal faster stressful.

I love all the missing scene fics from episode 33 and this is another lovely one.

10/10 WOULD MARRY by aubreyli

A retelling of canon through the perspective of Shen Wei's (incredibly thirsty) students, as seen on Professor Shen's RateMyProf page.

This is absolutely amazing and hilarious. One of the best fics I’ve read in this fandom so far

Promises Kept by PK20

It’s a quiet day at the SID, then Kun Lun walks in.

This is a really fun idea for a fix-it

Cycles by ancient_moonshine

Shen Wei sacrifices himself to save Kun Lun, and gains a soul. Kun Lun watches over him throughout every lifetime.

I haven’t actually read the novel Guardian is based on yet, but this feels closer to novel canon than drama canon. It’s beautifully written though and gave me a lot of feelings.

three first kisses (and two last ones) by thosch3i

Five shared kisses over the span of ten thousand years.

This is really sweet and sad and wonderful

How to Lose a Black-Cloaked Envoy in 10 Days by qikiqtarjuac

Zhao Yunlan has no idea how to handle the Black-Cloaked Envoy’s declaration of love when he’s already got a perfect boyfriend in Shen Wei.

This is so fun and really sweet

Getting to Know You by china_shop

Nine times Zhao Yunlan found out Shen Wei’s secret identity. (Attempt #6 was the one with the bees.)

I love fics where we get to see just how smart Zhao Yunlan is. Also, the pining.

#fic recs #the untamed #guardian #wangxian #weilan

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