#and makes lwj carry the rest

[llycaons]

lots of fics have lsz as he grows up notice how sad lwj is and want to comfort him/understand why and I can understand where it’s coming from but I don’t think lsz even realizes that lwj is in perpetual mourning or is grieving anyone, or would really act on it if he did, because

1. except when he was very young, he’s never known an lwj who wasn’t in mourning so he doesn’t have anything to compare it to

2. lwj is a very reserved and private individual and anyone he looks after would know that and respect it since he’s an esteemed teacher; he’s also extremely noncommunicative verbally about himself and his personal life. even in canon postres when we see lsz ask him something, lwj just tells him to go rest

3. lsz may be a perceptive and emotionally sensitive kid who does try to comfort and reassure people older than him, but he’s still a child and I feel like he’s just naturally going to be more focused on himself and how he and his peers are because...he’s a child

4. lsz is clearly is very attached to lwj as an older brother/mentor figure who he loves and trusts, but lwj isn’t the kind of person to make a child responsible for his feelings and in their interactions they seem to have a more formal relationship than a lot of fics portray them

#and lwj would never tell lsz about wwx... #I don't think he would know how to do it in a way that would make sense and not cause conflict with the rest of the lan sect #and I think it would be too painful for him anyway and would bare his soul in a way that maybe wouldn't be appropriate as an authority figur #so he focuses instead on broader lessons of understanding the situation before you judge #and not treating people poorly based on reputation alone #lsz fits kind of oddly into canon. a lot of fans consider him a full son to wx and it's even on the wiki iirc #but they never really explicitly spell it out and he seems to have been raised communally and relatively normally in CR #which apparently was good for him since he's so emotionally communicative and secure #but also he has had such horrific trauma as a very young child that he MUST be carrying some of that and he never seems to stand up for hims #like who ACTS like this? he's too perfect #*shouting to mxtx* amnesia doesn't erase trauma you know!!!! #well I suppose that's something to explore postcanon #ficblogging

[stiltonbasket]

Hi, I love all your fics and adored the one with fem!Wei Wuxian who seems even more of a chaos goblin than her canon counterpart and tries to break apart her engagement to LWJ. Could we see some more of what of what happens after LWJ moves into the Burial Mounds, perhaps how Wen Qing realizes that this man is hopelessly in love with his oblivious fiancee and maybe tries to prod them together (bonus points for LWJ being so obvious Wen Ning, Granny and the rest of the Wens notice XD).

"They need a chaperone."

"They don't need a chaperone."

"They do," Popo insists, watching with enormous eyes as Lan Wangji glides up to Wei Wuxian and offers—for what must be the eleventh time that week—to take over her chores in the vegetable field, presumably so that Wei Wuxian can spend her time improving the wards around the Burial Mounds instead. "Oh, good heavens. I'm nearly eighty years old, and I've never seen a man looking at a maiden like that."

"Be that as it may," Wen Qing says doggedly, "they have no need of a chaperone. Wei Wuxian ended their engagement before she seceded from the Jiang clan, and neither she nor Hanguang-jun chose the betrothal to begin with."

"They don't need a chaperone because Wei-guniang doesn't know that Hanguang-jun is in love with her," Wen Ning mutters, from the grimy depths of the lotus pond at Wen Qing's right. "When Lan-zongzhu visited last week, he told me that Hanguang-jun cried like a baby after Wei-guniang refused to marry him. I think she likes him, too, but she doesn't seem affected at all."

Two tiny fingers pluck at Wen Qing's skirt, and she glances down to find Wen Yuan trying to stand on her shoes, grasping a fold of her gown in one hand and a grubby stuffed tiger in the other.

"What is it, A-Yuan?" she asks. "Are you hungry? Xian-jiejie will feed you in just a little while, so be patient until the congee finishes boiling."

"A-Yuan's not hungry," the little boy says, before putting Hu-shixiong's tail in his mouth. "But, jiejie—Lan-gege loves Xian-jie very much! Gege told A-Yuan!"

At this juncture, Wen Binbin materializes at Wen Qing's right with Uncles Three through Six trailing behind her.

"How long were they engaged, Qingqing?" she asks, in a conspiratorial whisper. "We never heard much news from the other sects in Dafan—but you and A-Ning went to school with them, so you must know something."

Wen Qing sighs.

"A-Xian's parents contracted the betrothal before they passed away," she replies, "but they didn't meet until the year Lan Wangji turned eleven."

Popo clasps her hands in delight. "Were they childhood friends, then?"

"Of a sort," Wen Qing acknowledges, frowning. "I once heard someone say that Hanguang-jun started sewing toy frogs for their future children when he was only a boy, but that can't possibly be true."

She feels another soft tug at her skirt. "Qing-jiejie, A-Yuan wants a frog."

"Hanguang-jun can make you one, Yuan'er. And the part about the frogs is true," A-Ning pipes up, tossing a seed-filled lotus pod to Wen Binbin. "She had one of them with her in the dungeon at Bu Ye Tian when I went to bring medicine to the prisoners during the indoctrination camp."

"Really?" Fourth Uncle gasps. "She carried Hanguang-jun's gifts all the way to Qishan, so that they could comfort her in her time of need?"

"Zewu-jun had better be thinking of a way to have the betrothal reinstated," Wen Qing says, crossing her arms in frustration. "Why did Wei Wuxian break it in the first place? Hanguang-jun would have honored the engagement no matter how the jianghu dared to slander her."

"I suppose that's why," Wen Ning says morosely. "She's afraid that Hanguang-jun will stand by her, no matter what she does—"

"A foolish thing to be frightened of, if you ask me," Wen Binbin mutters. "There are worse things in the world than a devoted husband."

"—and that he might suffer for it. It's difficult to tell, but she loves him just as much as he loves her."

At this, A-Yuan beams like a miniature sun and toddles over to the edge of the pond.

"Really, Ning-shushu?" he asks, enchanted. "Can Jiejie have a wedding?"

"I suppose she can, if Hanguang-jun asks for her hand in marriage again."

Fifth Uncle nods and strokes his chin. "But how can he muster up the courage to ask if Wei-guniang treats him so coldly?"

"I saw her sneaking a second helping of chicken into his porridge the other day," Liu-shu mutters. "If that is a cold woman, Langdan, then I've never met a tender-hearted one."

At this juncture, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji bow to one another and go their separate ways, having reached some kind of agreement about the wards and Wei Wuxian's daily chores. Wei Wuxian gathers up the powdered cinnabar she was sunning and retreats into the cave that serves as her workshop and bedchamber; and Lan Wangji goes off to fetch the laundry from the patch of grass by the potato field, where it had been hung up to dry early that morning.

The Wens disperse as well, not wishing to be caught gossiping in broad daylight by the very subject of their discussion. Popo takes Wen Yuan back to her little house for a bath, dragging A-Ning along with her; and Wen Qing dives into her little infirmary, leaving the door open a crack so that she can eavesdrop on the would-be couple if Lan Wangji seeks A-Xian out again.

And since Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun could not avoid one another if their lives depended on it, Wen Qing overhears them discussing the subject of A-Yuan's education less than a quarter-shichen later.

"After all of this is over, I suspect the Wens will be sent to the Cloud Recesses," Lan Wangji says quietly. "I do not think they would be at ease living in close proximity to Jiang-zongzhu, and Xiongzhang has set aside three living compounds for them close to his Hanshi. What is more, A-Yuan would be allowed all the privileges of an inner disciple if he were educated there—and he would not have to surrender his family name, either."

"You'd take him in as an inner disciple?" Wei Wuxian's voice is both louder and more indistinct than Hanguang-jun's, somehow, floating back to Wen Qing in bits and pieces as if it had passed through a veil of thick fog on the way. "I suppose that's for Popo and the others to decide if Zewu-jun has already made the offer, but what if the other disciples mistreat him? I won't stand for it, Lan Zhan."

"He will be my ward, since his parents have passed on: so that should be sufficient to keep him safe. And if you join the Wens in Gusu, Yuan'er will have your protection as well."

A moment's silence, and then:

"Do you mean to return to Lotus Pier when the Dafan clan is granted amnesty?" Hanguang-jun inquires, sounding positively heartbroken. "I—how will they go on without you, Wei Ying? A-Yuan scarcely leaves your side now that he is beginning to forget the horror of the camps, and Wen Ning—"

"I don't intend to go back to Yunmeng," Wei Wuxian says at length, after a pause that lasted the span of about seven perilously sluggish heartbeats. "My place is with the Wens now, I think. There should be someone at the Cloud Recesses who can guard them night and day, out of love for them and not under orders from you or Lan-zongzhu; so wherever they go, I will follow."

Though Wen Qing cannot see him, the soft, stricken pitch of Hanguang-jun's voice is proof that his heart had come very near to melting.

"En, that is good," he murmurs. "It is settled, then."

And with that, the two of them depart together, their footsteps fading away down the old dirt track that leads to Sishu's favorite apple grove.

They belong together, Wen Qing thinks fondly, before turning towards the heap of dried herbs awaiting her attention on her desk. And I pray that some day soon—Heaven willing—A-Xian will realize it, as well.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the untamed #fem!wwx au #my fic #@wangxian fandom here's a little something to tide you over until ao3 comes back online #also it's been almost a year since I last wrote for fem wwx au #pls reblog if you liked this hehe

[ninjakk]

I originally read Mo Dao Zu Shi without knowing it was a danmei - and I fell in love with them falling in love.

I've noticed some people saying that we only know WWX is gay/bi/demi/LanZhan-sexual at the beginning because we as the reader are aware it's a BL novel/manwha prior to reading it. Now, that might be true for most - but I have to say, it's actually not for me. I read the book because it came up as a supernatural mystery recommendation and it never actually stated it was a romance or danmei in the description that I read. So I was fortunate enough to read this with a totally unbiased view, and I actually feel quite lucky about it. I have since read it again (and again!) and each time I still notice something I might have missed the first time!

As I started reading it, the first scene that made me question WWX's feelings for LWJ is a scene I recently wrote about. It's a beautifully small moment when WWX could smell the sandalwood in LWJs room and it evoked emotions that came across as a subtle yearning with undertones of sadness. I will admit this peaked my interest and I carried on reading, with a sense that WWX might not be telling us everything about himself and his old acquaintance. Then we get to the cold spring scene where he is absolutely stunned at LWJs body and is in denial about it. At this point I knew he was at least physically attracted to men in some way. This is when I started to question if his 'playing the part of a cut-sleeve' was as big of a ruse as he was claiming it was!

Then we go onto the Cloud Recesses flashbacks of when they first met. Now obviously I had picked up on a few moments prior to this, so you could say I was now looking at the rest of the novel with expectations of his sexuality. Within seconds of reading the new chapter I noticed he was describing LWJ as pretty and handsome - a lot! He seemed to have quite a little crush on him in my eyes. But, and I guess this is quite funny as so many are the opposite way, I actually didn't pick up on LWJ's feelings for him as quickly! The fact WWX kept gravitating towards LWJ even though he was cold to him was so cute and I was hooked at what was going to happen next, and if I was right about WWXs feelings. It quickly became apparent to me that he had a little obsession with trying to make LWJ look at him!

My absolute favourite part of chapter 15 is this:

As he had expected, after a short while of sitting down, Wei WuXian repeated his past conduct again, giving Lan WangJi a piece of paper for him to see. Lan WangJi originally thought that it was going to be a mess of lame phrases again, but after a coincidental glimpse, he was surprised to find the drawing of a person, sitting upright and reading by the window, with a vividly realistic expression on his face. It was himself. Seeing that he didn’t avert his gaze at once, Wei WuXian curled his lips, and raised his eyebrow with a wink. No words were needed, since the meaning was plain to see — Does it look like you? Is it good?

Now I know shortly after that, WWX uses this as a distraction to swap the books around for porn! But, he didn't have to put so much effort into his drawing. To me it was actually a sweet act on his behalf. There's something deeply personal about someone gifting you a drawing they have done of your likeness. Especially as it looked vividly realistic, we can assume he definitely drew LWJ looking very beautiful, as this is how he seems him. It's actually quite a raw and vulnerable moment for someone to do this usually. WWXs cheeky flirty wink just made it perfect! Unfortunately WWX didn't get the reaction he was hoping for and continues to press LWJ's buttons to get a reaction out of him.

Lan WangJi slowly spoke, “You have spare time, yet you scribble instead of copy the text. In my opinion, the day of your release from this punishment will never come.” Wei WuXian blew on the ink which hadn’t dried yet and spoke nonchalantly, “I already finished copying, so I won’t be coming tomorrow!” Lan WangJi’s slender fingers seemed to have paused before flipping over the next yellow-tinted page. Surprisingly, Wei WuXian wasn’t silenced. As he didn’t provoke any reaction, Wei WuXian lightly threw the drawing, “It’s yours.”

This is the first scene where I actually thought LWJ might actually like WWX - but I wasn't sure if it was the same way I assumed WWX felt of course. The fact LWJs fingers paused briefly, told me he was a bit disappointed that WWX wouldn't be coming back to the library the next day.

The next scene, where WWX is eager to accompany LWJ and his brother to deal with the water ghouls is pretty cute as well. WWX is very keen to come along and LWJs brother lets us in on a secret - he can tell LWJ wants WWX to come as well. While they're dealing with the water ghouls, we get to see WWX 'flirting' with girls. So obviously this is a significant point for me, because I was starting to think he fancied LWJ.

Chapter 17

Wei WuXian assuredly threw a series of charming winks at both sides of the path, “Sisters, how much for half a kilogram of loquats?” His age was young, and his appearance was handsome. With such high spirits, it really was a scene of frivolous peach blossoms pursuing the running stream. One woman lifted her bamboo hat, smiling with her head raised, “Young beau, you needn’t pay. How ’bout I can give you one for free?” The Wu dialect was soft, sounding refreshing and sweet. The speaker’s lips moved melodiously, and the listener’s ears would be enveloped in fragrance. Wei WuXian cupped his hands together, “If it’s given to me by Sister, then I definitely want it!” The woman put her hand into the basket, and threw him a round, golden loquat, “You needn’t be such polite. It’s for how handsome you look!” The boats moved at a fast speed. As the two boats met, they immediately passed each other. Wei WuXian turned around, perfectly catching it, and grinned, “Sister looks even prettier!” As he showed off and flirted on the side, Lan WangJi was staring straight ahead, appearing quite virtuous. Wei WuXian smugly tossed the loquat in his hand, and suddenly pointed at him, “Sisters, do you think that he looks handsome?” Lan WangJi didn’t expect Wei WuXian to suddenly talk about him at all. Just as he was unsure of how to respond, the women on the river spoke in harmony, “Even more handsome!” Amid this, there seemed to be the laughter of a few men. Wei WuXian spoke, “Then, does anyone want to give him one? If you only give me and not him, I’m afraid he might be jealous when we go back!” Chirp-like laughter echoed through the whole river. Another woman came from in front of them, standing on her boat, “Okay, okay, you get two. Heads up, young beau, catch!” After the second one also landed in his hand, Wei WuXian shouted, “Sister, you’re not only pretty, but you’re nice as well. The next time I come here, I’m gonna buy a whole basket!” The woman’s voice was vibrant, and she was more daring than the other. She pointed at Lan WangJi, “Get him to come as well. You all can come here and get them!” Wei WuXian held the loquat in front of Lan WangJi’s eyes. Lan WangJi didn’t move his gaze, “Move.” And, so, Wei WuXian moved it away, “I knew that you definitely wouldn’t accept it, so I never intended to give it to you. Jiang Cheng, catch!”

When I originally read this chapter, I noticed quite a few things. WWX didn't describe the girls in any detail at all, he just wasn't interested in them in that way - all he wanted was some freebies! Then I noticed how he had to mention how good looking LWJ was yet again! It's quite obvious he got the second loquat for LWJ, but because like usual, LWJ acted cold and didn't accept it - he backtracked and said he never intended to give it to him anyway. Which was a lie, WWX is not unkind like that.

There are a few other parts that made me sure there was definitely something developing between them during WWXs time at the CR. When WWX and LWJ were in the cold spring, WWX kept gravitating towards him once again. He then complimented him and admitted how much he admires and respects him. LWJ seemed a little flustered by WWX being close to him without any clothes on, but he did actually talk to him a little bit - which is an improvement from before!

Chapter 18

Have you been to Yunmeng? Yunmeng is really fun. Yunmeng’s food is also good. I don’t know if it’s Gusu’s or the Cloud Recess’s problem, but the food in your sect are so bad. If you come to Lotus Pier, you can eat lots of delicious food. I can take you to pick lotus seed pods and water chestnuts. Lan Zhan, do you wanna come?” Lan WangJi, “No.” Wei WuXian, “Don’t answer everything with negative words. You sound so uncaring; girls won’t like it. Let me tell you—the girls in Yunmeng look very pretty, different from the sort of pretty in Gusu.” He winked his left eye at Lan in a proud way, “You sure you don’t wanna come?” Lan WangJi hesitated, but still replied, “No…”

The invitation to come and visit him is so sweet and could be taken in a platonic way. But I noticed that once the offer was dismissed by LWJ, he sounded very rejected and then went on to say 'girls won't like it', when in fact it is himself who doesn't like LWJ answering so negatively to him all the time.

Then there's the scene when WWX gifts him two rabbits. MXTX very clearly intended these two male rabbits to represent WWX and LWJ. With one being described as having emotionless eyes and very still - LWJ. The other, energetic and playful towards the quieter rabbit - WWX. Not long after we are introduced to WWX and LWJ of the bunny world... They hump. Yep... That's when I knew. These two were going to get it on like rampant rabbits. I mean, could you get anymore of a hint that they liked each other than literally having their rabbit counterparts spell it out to the reader! And even if you didn't take that as symbolic, the rest of the flirting and chemistry from previous chapters is enough to indicate to most there is something going on with these two hormonal teenagers.

Don't worry, I won't go through the whole book! But as you can see, I started to think there was some chemistry between them from very early on - even though I didn't know this book had any romance or was a danmei. In fact, this was the first danmei I ever read! I fell in love with them falling in love. No expectations, no judgement, just me reading a truly beautiful, yet unexpected love story unfolding within a brilliant supernatural mystery, with a dash of comedy. I was hooked.

#mdzs wwx #mdzs lwj #mdzs wei wuxian #mdzs lan wangji #mdzs novel #wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs meta #wwx and lwj are rampant rabbits #bunny wwx and lwj #hormonal wwx and lwj #no judgment no expectations just love

[loosingmoreletters]

Oooh can I ask about the time traveler WIP? 👀

Always! The idea for that one is loosely based on the time traveler’s wife - that WWX instead of dying per se, from that moment on keeps traveling in time to various moments in LWJ life. Sometimes he gets to stay for a decade, other times just for a minute. Meanwhile, LWJ has cultivated to immortality. So you get this disconnect of WWX, who spends the rest of his life eternally at LWJ’s side, never a moment without him, while LWJ spends many years waiting, dealing with WWX sometimes being centuries older than himself, and sometimes so much younger it hurts.

Here’s a snippet!

Lan Zhan’s knees are aching, but he refuses to move. His mother is just behind the door, he knows it, and if he waits a little longer, proves that he is a filial son, she will appear again.

She has to.

The floorboards whine as a heavy weight settles next to him. It cannot be his brother, and his uncle just left.

Perhaps, Lan Zhan thinks, it will be his father’s face he sees. Maybe this will have been enough to carry him out of his home and to mother’s doorstep. As their sect leader, must know some technique or discipline that returns his mother to her rightful place, standing where Lan Zhan is sitting now, greeting him with a smile.

He raises his head.

It is not his father looking back at him.

Instead, there is some unknown man. He is old enough to be an elder, but his clothes are much too strange to be of any repute. Lan Zhan thinks he ought to call for alarm, but his eyes catch the man’s wrist, where he finds a familiar ribbon.

“Have you been waiting long, A-Zhan?” the man asks.

He pulls his robe – an even brighter purple than the Jiang wear, somehow reflective like water under sunlight, cut strangely – closer around himself. “Ah! I’m freezing! You should wear something warmer.”

Lan Zhan doesn’t know what to do or say, so he stays silent. The stranger smiles softly in a manner that reminds Lan Zhan of his mother when he asks for her to follow him past the gentians.

“This is almost the first time we’ve met,” says the stranger. Lan Zhan frowns, sure he would’ve recalled such an extraordinary person. “I will wait with you, A-Zhan. Your mother will be happy you won’t be alone.”

In all his years, Lan Zhan has never talked to a single person who’d ever known his mother. “Did you meet her?”

The old man laughs. “Once! She yelled at me to get out before making me promise to take good care of my love. I am very grateful for her.”

Lan Zhan has also never met someone who was grateful for his mother. “What did she do?”

The man’s expression softened and he reached for the ribbon around his wrist. “She gave birth to you.”

#mdzs #wangxian #AUs and ideas #ask #lazuliquetzal

[gentil-minou]

When I was deep in a feverish haze all I could think about was Wei Wuxian's first illness post golden core transfer because cultivators never get sick so when wwx does for the first time he's absolutely awful at it.

Like he's walking around lotus pier trying to pretend he's fine but he's stumbling into walls and almost walks off the deck into the lake at some point. And of course everyone just thinks he's drunk or something cause cultivators don't get sick and wwx goes with it and laughs it all off, pretending he's hungover and absolutely fine, until he ends up shivering in bed until shijie brings him soup with a concerned look in her eyes he refuses to acknowledge.

When he gets better he cracks jokes and pretends it was nothing and hides his lingering cough in his sleeve.

With the Wens it's only a little bit better bc they do know about his core and Wen Qing is a doctor and can help him, but you see wwx can't lie down and rest how can he when there's so much he has to do?

He works as hard as he can, making sure to lift everything for granny even though his body aches and using all his energy to keep A-Yuan happy and distracted, in between moments of clearing resentment, all until he passes out in the middle of an empty path with no one around to see him fall.

Eventually Wen Ning finds him and carries him back wei wuxian wakes up to Wen Qing forcing some awful broth made of scraps of meat and yelling at him to go to sleep and rest. But of course the moment they're all asleep for the night he goes back to work. He can't rest there's no time, even as his head pounds and his body screams and the sickness eats away at his insides as the resentment does the same. There's no time for rest.

Post canon the first time Wei Wuxian gets sick he falls into a old habits and doesn't tell anyone, just continues puttering about and acting fine, distracting the juniors during their lessons and hanging off Lan Zhan's shoulders to tease him while he works.

But of course Lan Wangji notices the way his husband sways more than just with his usual dramatic swagger, and how he keeps shoving his favorite foods away saying he's not hungry as he rubs at his throat.

The final straw is when Wei Wuxian says he's too tired for their everyday but then plays it off as a joke at the look of concern Lan Zhan gives himso they do it anyways. And even tho Lan Zhan is tender and slow tonight Wei Wuxian still passes out from shear exhaustion before either have even finished

Lan Wangji has a moment of panic, thinking he broke his husband but then connects the dots...

When wwx wakes up he's smothered by their warmest blankets and wearing lwj's softest underrobe (because when A-Yuan was sick he liked to wear the robe too for the comforting smell and warmth). He looks around groggy and half asleep calling for his Lan Zhan, feeling bereft and confused.

He's about to get up and find him himself, even though the thought of getting up makes him feel dizzy when lwj comes back and glides to wwx's side with a bowl of congee that has just a hint of red in it. Wei Wuxian teases him about "there must be a rule about breakfast in bed Lan Zhan" and tries to get to his feet, but Lan Wangji pushes him down gently murmuring, "Rest, Wei Ying."

And suddenly its like the Jingshi has melted away replaced with the jagged stone walls of a familiar cave because Wei Wuxian you see he can't rest, there's things to do and people need him and he has to be strong he can't just rest he isn't allowed and what about the Wens he needs to get up he cant just lie here he needs to save them and he cant breathe and his head is going in awful circles and it feels like something is clawing its way out of him and he has to go do something and fix something, until Lan Wangji pulls him onto his lap and starts humming their song as he rubs soothing circles along wwx's back. And even though wwx's breaths are still coming out in terrified waves as his eyes dart around for some unseen threat, despite it all he starts to relax little by little to the sound of his Lan Zhan’s familiar baritone.

When he finally calms down enough he realizes he's been crying, blubbering like a baby leaving disgusting snot stains in the illustrious Hanguang-jun's robes and he tries to wipe them them away before Lan Zhan sees but lwj just holds his face between two hands with the most softesr care, his expression open and honest in a way it only ever is for Wei Ying, and he just keeps humming nonsense and nursery rhymes as he kisses wwx's tear tracks away. And tho wwx still can't stop crying lwj doesn't say anything, doesn't chide or lecture or tell him anything, just holds wwx and lets the smell of sandalwood wrap a comforting and warm embrace around wwx.

Eventually wwx does drift off and he comes to still huddled against lwj's chest, a lovely spot of drool right over his husband's brand and heart, as he reads a book about dual cultivation. It's past midday now and wwx asks about Lan Zhan's duties, fiddling with the edge of his forehead ribbon.

But Lan Wangji simply says, "Wei Ying is most important" and kisses his forehead and goes back to his book.

And Wei Wuxian burrows back into his husbands chest as if he tried hard enough he could carve a hole and bury himself besides Lan Zhan's heart forever, and pretends the flush he feels is from the fever.

They spend the next 2 days like that, with lwj guiding wwx back down to rest whenever the anxiety tries to make him feel bad and then comforting him through it all, kindly never pointing out the way every so often tears start to fall silently down wwx's face when he gets to thinking too much and even more kindly not pointing out the awful inelegant sound of wwx's honking wet coughs.

At some point Sizhui even visits, bringing an attempt at lotus rib soup using what Wen Ning remembers. It's not quite the same but it's more than enough and finally Wei Wuxian feels his shivers subside completely.

When Wei Wuxian wakes up on the 3rd day, well rested in a way he's never felt after being ill, he immediately jumps his husband and smothers his face in exuberant kisses that make Lan Wangji smile his special Wei Ying smile.

And although no one says anything Wei Wuxian knows deep within his gifted bones that from now on whenever he falls ill, there will always be someone to catch him.

(Orignally a threadfic here)

#do i find it funny that when i shouldve been resting instead i was writing a threadfic about how sick wwx should be resting? #not at all #do as i say not as i do #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Wei Wuxian #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #bushy writing #i might clean this up and add things to make it into a real fic im not sure yet #also i kinda like the fun of threadfics even though no one reads them because twitter is a broken app thats impossible for new writere to #get any sort of recognition or engagement unless they pay to be verified #its what ive learned and frankly very discouraging as someone who has a lot of ideas and really wants to share them with this fandom #i had way too many when i was sick and shared a bunch on twitter since i wasnt allowing myself to do actual writing #but i kinda like the rawness of threafics #its a fun way to just share a rough unpolished idea #anyways this is my silent plea to any who might be interested check out my twitter where sometimes i write nonsense like this in between #spam retweeting a bunch of pretty fanart

[sasukimimochi]

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Time setting: Shortly after LWJ’s gift of earrings in GOM. [Small playlist for this ficlet] - WC – 1052

No warnings, its very soft. Enjoy! ❤

.✦When I Grow Up - Ghost of Mine short

Wei Wuxian smiled as he carried Wen Yuan to bed, sighing as he tucked him into his covers. “My little radish…you can’t go running around at night, the spirits are active at this hour.”

Wen Yuan pouted and shook his head, continuing to hold onto the cultivator’s neck so he couldn’t be put to bed properly.

“What’s this?” Wei Wuxian laughed softly and pulled his arms away, looking at the boy with tired eyes as he distracted his little hands with his fingers. “Little radishes need to sleep, or how else will they grow up big and strong? There’s no sun at night, and i can’t plant you this late.”

Wen Yuan looked conflicted as he squeezed the other’s fingers. “A-Yuan… missed you.”

Wei Wuxian hesitated and his shoulders softened, a warm edge to his eyes. “Xian-Gege missed you too. But you have to rest, otherwise how will you be able to see the sunrise with me?”

“Xian-Gege never wakes up at sunrise.”

Wei Wuxian laughed and gently bopped the boy on the nose with his index finger. “Ah, my little radish is too smart to trick with promises of the sunrise, huh?” He gently pet the blanket over the boy, making sure he was snug. “Isn’t it nicer to enjoy the sunset with Qing-Jie, or your Ning-gege? They love you too. And are actually awake at that hour.”

“But…wanna be with Xian-gege.” Wen Yuan held the other’s hand, holding it to his face so he could hug it.

Wei Wuxian melted, letting out a quiet sigh. “I’ll be here. I won’t get up after you fall asleep.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Wen Yuan smiled and hugged the others face as Wei Wuxian leaned down, not letting him move away. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but to laugh, gently pulling his arms away again after a brief hug in return. “What can i do to convince you to sleep sooner?”

“Lullaby.” Wen Yuan beamed as if in victory, and Wei Wuxian smiled warmly in response. 

“Alright.”

Wei Wuxian hummed quietly tones he remembered from that nostalgic sound, memories of something warm that swirled and fluttered in his stomach. he let the child fiddle with his fingers as he soothed the boy, his eyes crinkling subtly when the boy reached up to admire one of the hanging red jewels from his ears.

He shook his head slightly, the resentful energy making the little opals glow red and shimmer in the low light. He smiled as the little boy’s eyes widened in awe, little flecks of red fractals shimmering around the little boys fingers. 

“A-Yuan wants to have one too…”

Wei Wuxian paused in his melody and sighed, “When you get a bit bigger. You could catch them on something when you go play at this age.”

Wen Yuan squirmed out of the covers to hug the man’s face again, and he couldn’t help but giggle when Wei Wuxian blew a raspberry on his tummy.

“Plus Qing-Jie has scary needles to pierce with, you need to mentally prepare for such barbarity,” He teased, kissing the boy’s cheek before laying him back down. “Now come on, you promised to sleep in exchange for a lullaby-” He paused as the boy tugged on his sleeve.

“Xian-gege?”

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes briefly and sighed, but came back with a smile again. “What is it, little radish?”

“I wanna grow up to be like you…”

Wei Wuxian hesitated, smile faltering for a moment. “Like me? Not like…someone else in your actual family?”

Wen Yuan shook his head, “I wanna grow up to be like you.” He smiled widely, hugging his covers. “You saved us, you never treated us bad, and you protect us! I love Xian-gege!” He paused, blinking as little drops fell on his cheeks. “Xian-gege?”

Wei Wuxian swallowed and sniffed quietly, hurrying to wipe his eyes. “Ah I'm alright, little radish.” He smiled again, even if it looked a little more red and damp. “You just remind me of the good in the world.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss the little boy’s head. “Xian-gege loves you, too. You can grow up and be whoever you want to be…my mother once told me something that i think would be good for you to remember as well.”

Wen Yuan perked up and nodded, holding onto the man’s fingers as he placed his hand over his little body.

“This world is a big, scary place. But it’s also the opposite.” He gently tucked the other in a little more. “It has so much love to give, and it's so much better to continue to put more good into this world instead of dwelling on whether you are even with another. You shouldn’t think about whether you owe them kindness.” Wei Wuxian spoke softly, “It took me many years to figure out what this meant as i grew older, but it stuck with me for my entire lifetime.”

“I’ll be the nicest!” Wen Yuan smiled, and a pang of familiarity bloomed in his chest. “I’ll be the nicest, and make Xian-Gege happy!” 

Wei Wuxian laughed softly, warmth and ache bringing a little smile to his face. “How could you make me any happier?” He gently rubbed their noses together and hummed quietly, “I might have to get you mung bean cakes tomorrow to celebrate.” He whispered, hearing a little gasp from the boy.

“Promise?!”

“Promise. If you sleep.” He laughed softly as the boy hurried to cuddle into his blankets, closing his eyes and once again humming that familiar melody, but imagining the warmth of a sun through the green canopy of leaves. The sound of laughter and his mother’s voice with that gentle, summer breeze.

He loved being alive. He could remember that.

He loved the little joys of life. The times where there were no worries were beloved, but he had many little joys still in moments like this.

He hoped, at least, that he could pass on a little bit of that joy.

He certainly felt something as he watched the boy drift to sleep, gently caressing his thumb on the other’s little, rosy cheek.

With each note, this song imbued his loves and hopes.

Being alive was a joy.

Being loved was a joy.

He loved this world, despite its shortcomings.

He wanted to remember this feeling.

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I wrote bonuses the last two weeks if you missed it for between GOM 22 & 23 called "Softer than Clouds" and "Springtime in Gusu" for my Bunny hybrid AU "Sun's Out, Buns Out!" (mainly a gift to a friend tho). I hope it helps you guys hold out for the end of all this sadness. Also if you missed it, make sure you go read the chapter 24 update!

Check out more art of this/other MDZS Projects on my masterpost!  ❤

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[liulans]

— devotum / wangxian one-shot au 🔞

rating: E / w/c: 3.9k

top!wwx/bottom!lwj 🥰

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/51203923

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

Resentful energy is a fickle, fickle thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He won't back away. Not again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Be greedy."

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

Wei Wuxian is impervious to do anything but take.

And take, he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[helendamnationx]

Swinging on by to say thank you for your incredible tags and commentary on my comic [130]! I am nodding at you rapidly and sagely.

(I also really appreciate you mentioning how the kink aspects of wangxian genuinely do add on to what their dynamic is supposed to convey. It's a continuation of a very critical conversation about opening the parts of yourself you see as flaws to the other, and realizing that it can still be seen and loved. I think a lot of people on both sides of the kink debate really miss that aspect! Tucking your amazing analysis into the hall of fame so it stays cozy.)

!!! <3<3<3 I feel very cozy right now, thank you!

The thing is the kink is really SO reflective of their dynamic and so ripe for analysis.

LWJ struggling with desiring ANYTHING, especially when his desires are Like That, especially wanting to tie WWX up and control him, and him responding to that internal struggle by being as careful as he can to not overstep any of WWX's potential boundaries or make him feel trapped, to make space for him to be himself, to give him whatever he might want while going out of his way to avoid any sense of obligation, and to never ask for anything for himself.

And WWX sees that, and feels gooey about it, and tries to get LWJ to learn that he's allowed to want things and ask for them. He's allowed, nay, encouraged, to want WWX. It's so. It's so!

And on WWX's side, it's the trust, the vulnerability, the safety, after all he's been through. Someone strong enough to take the burdens he's been carrying, to take control and be in charge and let him rest. Someone to overwhelm him with feelings so he doesn't have to think.

And on both sides it comes down to this: you should be kinder to yourself. Let me do it for you. You work so hard. Let me be your place to rest. Let's be each other's place to rest. And - letting me look after you is just as much a gift as you looking after me.

I appreciate your analysis so much! #It is a false ideal to live by to be disconnected from everyone. You can't be a person if you are perfect.

None of us are perfect. It falls flat to be reassured that we are, because we know better. But for someone to see us at our worst, see the rotten work and say "Not to me, not if it's you..."

#mdzs #wangxian

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 3

Previously

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wwx gasped as lwj stepped forward, one arm coming up to wrap around his waist while the other pressed at his mouth. “M-Mr. Lan?”

“Do not smile at me, rather than show your true feelings,” the man said, voice all threat and kindness that made wwx’s heart clench.

He gave his dom a wobbly smile, real and sad. “Easier said than done.”

lwj’s eyes shifted between his own, searching for something, before he nodded and unceremoniously hauled wwx up and carried him inside.

“Seriously, though!” wwx said as he was set down on a bench and his dom knelt to remove his shoes. “Your cousin said it would be fine it I visited you”—because, you know what!? The bastard had said it would be fine, and if it wasn’t, wwx was making sure he took the blame for this!—“but if it isn’t, I can totally leave.”

lwj set his shoes, ratty and falling apart, despite the fact that they were one of his better pairs, aside. The man looked at them as though they were going to kill him, which, fair. wwx would probably take A-Yuan to the ER if he got a cut from them. You never knew where the deadly germs were hiding! And he wouldn’t put it past his shoes to be hiding horrible pathogens!

“You have not gotten new clothing,” his dom noted, because apparently they were skipping past the “I can totally leave” thing and going straight into “my sub is a dumbass who can’t find time to go spend his earnings” thing.

“I also have not paid you yet,” lwj said, expression growing harsher, despite the fact that it didn’t change.

wwx had noticed that. He’d kinda just assumed the meeting with the rude dude from yesterday had gone long, or left his dom in such a foul mood that he had forgotten or been focused on self-care. “It’s okay,” he said, nodding sagely as lwj examined his wrapped ankle. “I figured something came up, and, like, you pay me so well! It’s not like I need to be paid immediately.”

lwj glanced up at him, then down at his ratty shoes. His eyes trailed over wwx’s so totally not winter appropriate clothing, to the stain on his shirt—which he had only noticed after they left, unfortunately. He hadn’t even grabbed lwj’s borrowed coat, having still been rushing to get ready when lhr arrived. It was so nice he’d hung it up in his rarely used closet and forgotten it existed until the cold hit him, and they were already hurrying to their ride.

“I’m busy, okay?” wwx said, crossing his arms and frowning down at the other man.

“You could have gone shopping this morning,” lwj pointed out as he stood and hauled wwx up, pulling him towards the living room.

“I had plans. Plans to come here.” Plus, he wasn’t going to ask lhr to watch A-Yuan so he could go buy new clothes! He couldn’t do that! Even this felt… weird. Also! Stores weren’t open this early! Tell me you’ve never gone to a shopping centre before without telling me you’ve never been to a shopping centre before.

lwj hummed at him, the sound judging, and hey, rude! He was here to cheer the man up, and all said man was doing was judging his smiles and shoes!

“How long do you have?”

“Ah, well…” wwx trailed off, more from finally being in the mind-space to take in the living room, than anything else.

It was beautiful, eclectic, and he definitely couldn’t imagine his dom decorating this way. Not entirely, at least. Occasionally, something jumped out at him that definitely screamed lwj. The bookcases, filled with books new and old and ancient that his fingers itched to explore. Framed artwork, that if you looked close enough, was newer than the lightly fading paint and wallpaper behind them—lwj replacing things he hadn’t liked, he assumed. There was a safe, where he assumed his dom kept weapons, just in case, as well, tucked into a nearby wall.

The rest of the room was just as oddly vintage as the bathroom had been. The living room was even sunken, something his brain had somehow not registered the day before, despite having, you know, stepped in and out of it. Everything was colourful, some of the patterns so horrific and overwhelming wwx had to stifle a laugh. It was also cramped, so many sofas and chairs and tables pushed into it that it looked smaller than his own living room, even though it definitely wasn't.

#fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #stiricidesmobji #dark lan zhan

[youhideastar]

WIP Wednesday: Net Impression

Back after a brief hiatus to get Tender out the door! I'm now working on the next fic in the Wangxian A/B/O Bingo series, the alpha LWJ/beta WWX installment, which now has a working title, Fit for Purpose. You can read past WIP Wednesdays for that fic here and here... but the truth is, it doesn't make for a very good WIP Wednesday because the very first scene ends with a big surprise that affects most of the rest of the story, so basically everything except the two scenes I've already shared is a spoiler. Whoops!

So for the next little while, WIP Wednesday will be for stuff that's further up the pipeline in terms of coming attractions. Meaning probably a lot of Net Impression, a.k.a. the Lawyer AU, a.k.a Deastar's Take Your Fandom to Work Fic. 😂 Here's a scene from very, very close to the end of that fic, featuring Lan Zhan being way too much in the very best way. I hope you enjoy!

Wei Ying can't meet her eyes. “I still… sometimes I still think that—that now that Lan Zhan is more experienced, more comfortable… that you’ll… move on. To someone classier. Neater, more sophisticated and calm, better-educated, just—better. And—”

“Wei Ying. Marry me.”

“What?”

Throat tight, desperate, “Bear my children.”

“Lan Zhan—”

“Tell me where you want it, and I will tattoo your name on my body. On my face, if that’s what you want.”

“Lan Zhan, why—”

“I have tried to convey with words that you are everything to me. That there is no one ‘better.’ That I will be yours until the day I leave this earth. But words have failed. So all I have is actions. Symbols. Please, Wei Ying. Accept them. Believe them.”

“Lan Zhan. Oh, Lan Zhan, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so fucked up. I love you so much. I do believe you, I really do—I just get scared sometimes because of my dumb brain but I always know you love me—”

“You didn’t answer,” Lan Zhan says, in a small voice.

“I didn’t—”

Beat.

Voice totally wrecked: “Yes. God, of course yes. Yes, I want to marry you. Yes, you—you already know I—I want to have your babies. I will have your babies. Oh my god, Lan Zhan. What will I do with someone so good? Hm? What can I do with you?”

“Where.”

“Where wha—oh! No, come on, Lan Zhan. I don’t want you to—to get a tattoo of my name. You don’t need to do that. I don’t want you to!”

“Fine. I will respect Wei Ying’s wishes.”

Beat.

“I want it. But I will respect Wei Ying’s wishes.”

“You want a tattoo of my name?”

“I want to carry a piece of you on my body forever.”

“Damn, Lan Zhan.”

Beat.

“Not my name. That’s—ugh, not to be judgmental bitch, but that’s tacky. But if you really want a tattoo, I’ll—I’ll pick something out.”

Kiss.

“Thank you.”

Beat.

“So we’re getting married, huh?”

“I wish to make a permanent and public declaration that I intend to stay with Wei Ying forever.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Mn,” says Lan Zhan, perfectly at peace.

#wip wednesday #net impression #the untamed #my writing

[ruthlesscalculuss]

THIS IS A LITTLE RANT ABOUT JC’S TRAUMA, not a discussion post. So…Jiang Cheng. He’s a complicated character with a complicated history. Being neglected by his father and being humiliated by his mother, never truly being good enough for the people he craved respect from the most. Always being second best to wwx.

Then of course we have his trauma, the murder of his family, friends and the citizens of lotus pier. We see him sacrifice himself for wwx, his hopes and his dream of rebuilding the Jiang sect being extinguished at the torture by hands of Wen Chao, his core being forcibly destroyed. We see him struggle and then we see him slowly, but surely lose his best friend/brother because of diverging moral views and a lack of power on both sides to get through it together.

Jiang Cheng cannot loose Lotus Pier again at the hands of the Jin’s and wwx knows this, thats the one thing he cannot sacrifice. That’s why they have a staged fight, to publicly announce wwx’s defection. This way the Jiang Sect won’t be harmed by wwx’s actions. Here it breaks jc’s heart, the only one he wanted by his side was wwx and he can’t understand why he would leave the jiangs to protect the wens, all he sees is his brothers arrogance and his betrayal. He does not know the full extent of the wens help, he does not know wwx is without a core.

Jc is a broken man, he has given his best efforts to not be jealous of wwx, to not let it show just how deep his low self esteem runs. He cannot let himself be weak like his mother said he was, like his father thought he was. I think many people, specifically jc antis, ignore this. He is a HUMAN. He is not a character that can be shoved into black and white, either or. We can be like him, he is the example of the scarring, a physical reminder of unhealthy coping mechanisms with trauma. Wwx of course shows his coping methods as well.

Him trying to make light of most things, his lack of cares for rules because “why does it matter if I follow them, I’ll get punished anyway”, we see this even more so after he’s thrown into the mass grave. After Jin Zixuan dies and Yanli dies, Jc is overcome with anger and grief. He blames wwx, “didn’t you say you could control it?!” and to a degree it is part of his fault. Although I don’t think he had a choice-

they needed to win a war with that demonic energy, nobody can deny that. Jc doesn’t know the sinister plans that are making wwx turn into a target for the world. Imagine it was you, could you say you would still be as kind, as forgiving? Sometimes the world can make you or break you, and I believe jc was the latter. He agrees to participate in the siege, he was one of the most important gears in the siege.

Why. Did he hate wwx? Did he want to appease the sect leaders to save the Jiang Clan? Did he feel like he should end his brother on his own terms? I’m honestly not sure. There’s much speculation, It’s my own personal beliefs it’s a combination of politics due to the jins and also an anger that’s been building in jc for a VERY long time. I know in CQL he does force him to let go of lwj, but in the book…I’m curious.

What if Jiang Cheng got to Wei Wuxian first before anyone else. What would he say, what could he say? What would wwx say to him? Sometimes I think it would end as jc stabbing wwx and truly killing him. Sometimes, I wishfully think he couldn’t do it. But that’s very much up to everyone’s interpretation of Jc. At the end of this, I think of jc going back home after the siege carrying chenqing with him until he could finally rest.

I think he would just stare at it, too tired too numb to really do anything else. I think he’d get passed out drunk trying to maybe somehow sleep, and I think he’d have nightmares. God, I don’t write but I’d write a fic for this. Anyways ya sorry guys just some thoughts

[llycaons]

ep13: oh, the misogyny

wwx is finding a way to DISCREETLY get the formation to rest for lwj, who is walking on a broken leg, and still jc is like 'what the fuck did you do now' like damn jc he can't do anything right. makes that post about jc hero-worshipping wwx and copying what he does and idolizing him even funnier

wwx and jc gossiping about wlj is so mean. of course she can't carry a sword, she never learned how! she was a maid. they're clearly judging her for sleeping her way into a position of power, but I see you wen chao I know it's more on you than on her

wwx falling down/out of/off things. first of many!

this is a really pretty shot ngl the water is lovely

wlj being positioned as the jealous, spiteful mistress using her power to harm a Good Woman is so shitty. they both were treated (in this arc) as one-dimensional tools to support the arcs of the men around the. wlj I know the writing did you dirty but you will always be a legend to ME for miss 'ghosts don't exist'

interesting moment - it's actually lwj who steps in to defend mm with jzx. wwx looks like he wants to, but jc shakes his head and wwx ultimately stays put. it's cool to see lwj and wwx trade off scenes that establish them as willing to defy authority and risk attack for the sake of protecting the vulnerable. it makes their ideals and goals feel truly mutual and balanced rather than wwx coming in and inspiring lwj to have a moral code (as is sometimes interpreted by fans)

this fight scene is genuinely REALLY fun and well-crafted. jzx and lwj have some sick moves, as do jc and wwx

WEI WUXIAN ICONIC MOMENTS. god I love it when he points out the hypocrisy of the great sects and the cultivation world. why is this scene never talked about! it's literally one of the best from him in this arc

again a TRAGEDY that this significant moment between them chalks up to an angsty subplot for wwx and lwj later on. it's a fucking good aspect of their relationship and it does compel me like lwj drunk-branding himself is INSANE and I'll never get over it but the misogyny 😭

wwx shot three arrows at once and took out wlj and mm's two guards without hitting mm herself LEGEND

she is literally the only wen with an understanding of how politics work

FAMOUS LAST WORDS. my dude you just locked the teenager who's going to torture you to death in a cave with the weapon he's going to use to do it

this is literally such a fucking funny joke. slept on. also wwx does take serious situations seriously but he also sometimes does this. I don't even blame jc for being like 'are you serious right now'

YOU ARE BOTH SO USELESS. SCREAM

of COURSE mm is the one to slip and cut her hand and release blood to awaken the monster. of course it had to be her

I'd say that she deserved better but honestly after this her arc really rules and she's one of the few characters to get a happy ending so I can't be too mad

this scene is wild. lwj jumps in and THROWS wwx behind him like 20 ft

jc yelling at wwx to be careful and promising to come back. aw man

also WHY ARE THEY ALL LEAVING. wouldn't it be much easier to kill the false xuanwu if they stay and work together? I don't think wwx even expected lwj to stay with him. he was really ready to stay there and fight it off alone and maybe die in the process. he's unwell!

okay this has always bothered me. WHERE DOES HE FIND THE STICKS THEY ARE UNDERGROUND

that underrobe is so beautiful purely on an aesthetic level ugh he has such good taste. also I like that you can see his bare skin under it like HOW hot was that branding iron jfc

EVIDENCE!!!! EVIDENCE for my 'wwx is intimidated by lwj's earnestness and his fears around commitment/the strength of his own feelings cause him to avoid his feelings because getting too attached/too serious is scary for him even tho deep down he craves it'

wwx casually asserting getting scars/being injured as a...sexy and impressive sort of triumph of masculinity (?) as a young teenager vs. his devastated expression seeing lwj's scars as an adult. he has so much to learn

this translation is so weird. just say inedia?

#part 2 coming in a minute #literally 5 mins from the end ugh

[admirableadmiranda]

I have just read about that anon saying novel wangxian reeks of codependency, and boy was it long and totally reeks of pro cql while making it sound that logically cql is better than the original because of the ending being censored about having time to explore the world, no matter the point is.

Honestly, i thought it was going to be about wwx bejng too dependent on lwj, that my first thought after reading the first sentence was wwx said it himself that why walk if lwj can carry him anyway.

I admire your fortitude Anon, I could not make it through that post. I’m glad to know that I wasn’t missing anything relevant.

People sometimes throw codependent and stuff around Wangxian without ever noticing that we see Wei Wuxian slowly warming up to the idea that he can actually let himself rely on someone and not have to carry it all on his own. He’s spent so much of his life lifting his own and others burdens without someone else to help share the load, but he’s finally found someone who will help him no matter what and let him rest too.

Isn’t that beautiful?

#mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #asks #anon #anon asks

[achromaticstars-archived]

[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made . ( LWJ & Cheong-San he has his approval over his boy as long as they are happy.)

NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE |still accepting|

This was not what Cheong-San was expecting when it came to meeting the parents that raised his boyfriend, no one expected the zombie apocalypse to make an appearance though. They had plans to travel once school was over with for both of them, that was when he was going to meet Sizhui’s parents, but the dangers that appeared in the streets of Hyosen quickly changed that. Even more so when those teeth from Gwi-Nam sunk into his arm leaving the scarred bite that he continued to carry with him.

A scar that wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. He was one of the many humbies that called the ruined streets homes, it wasn’t like they had anywhere else to go though. The camp that was sheltering his friends and the rest of the survivors were unsafe for them, they had no choice, but to stay in hiding especially when the military decided to make an appearance. Military that could not be trusted because of the decisions that they made to deal with the situation at hand. He knew that Sizhui didn’t trust them at all, he struggled to trust anyone who was a stranger even if they were from Hyosen.

It was better to be cautious.

Caution that was causing him to hesitate to see Sizhui, he didn’t want to hurt him. It took time before he was able to gather that courage to see the one that he missed dearly, he wanted nothing more, but to see him again. And Nam-Ra gave him that final push to go see him which was the reason why they were living underneath the same roof now. It was Sizhui who was helping him stay who he was, helping him deal with those cravings with the medicine that had been created by his hand. Cheong-San had gotten better with the help of the medicine, Sizhui, and his strong will.

The arrival of those familiar faces that he saw in those photos, that he saw across the screen monitor lingered in front of him. It was Cheong-San who found them in those streets since he had gone scouting for Sizhui because of the building that he was curious about. Mostly looking for the sake of supplies, he was using those advanced senses of his to see if anything lingered beyond those walls. Mostly any wandering dead that were able to escape that fiery heat that once filled the streets of Hyosen, a fiery heat that caused the destroyed buildings, that caused the broken glass, and changed everything even more.

He dragged them to safety though. He brought them to their home with a grasp of their hands, it wasn’t safe to stay on these streets unless you had a way to defend yourself.

It was Lan Zhan who approached him first after giving Sizhui some time to catch up with his parents, he knew that he needed to because of the time that was spent apart. They hadn’t spoken about what he was now, it was something that Cheong-San wasn’t ready to tell them besides he didn’t want to cause his boyfriend’s parents to panic especially after how this most likely reached the news. He did recall is going crazy over social media as well.

A gentle smile graced his lips nodding at the man in greeting “Thank you, we are happy even if everything is like this. Our lives are definitely not normal anymore.”

#It's Train to Busan #zheheimao #m: lee cheong-san #v: to live as a humbie

[rhymesswith]

Modern AU

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #CQL #mdzs fanart #the untamed fanart #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #modern au #rhymeswithMDZS #my arts #i've always loved 'whats in my bag' character drawings #although as already established wwx doesn't have a bag he just chaotically crams things in his pockets #and makes lwj carry the rest

[yusukenui]

for all that jiang cheng scolds wei wuxian in their younger years for being rowdy, you can tell he becomes addicted to the satisfaction that comes from telling him off. the line between tough love and manipulating is so thin and he stomps all over it on a day to day basis, idc if wwx was interpreted as twisted for being curious about something so left field, jc had no business making it 10x worse as they grew up.

#oh but he carries wwx back after the ruler punishment 🥺🥺🥺☝ #im putting this on my main acc cause im to lazy to tag on the side lol #reading the novel and so far the first 100 pages is wwx behaving his age and jc trying to act grown while being equally childish #a dog and a horse. #constructive critism..? no ♡ instead... lets go on a little slant of how stupid you are wei ying #hes so mean to him. #its rly no wonder the mdzs tags are after his ass but really. theres tough love and theres toxic love and hes exactly that. #because he was guilty #wwx got punished for all the same things the others were doing but he was the little lab rat that had to go out and get (1/2) #(2/2) he got caught by lwj with the emperor smiles in hand and broke the curfew and also fought #but he did all that for the kids inside and jc was one of them 😕 #the only reason nie huaisang and the rest didnt feel guilty is bc they know when to apologize and when to nag him for screwing up #jc is all cane and no candy. #theres obviously worse ppl in this book but i really dislike him. #hes the wall of stability that wwx needed and the only one that could provide it and make it matter but he chose to be ignorant and #manipulate wwx into thinking he was doing just that #jc fueling this since the moment wwx arrived to the lotus pier and baby wwx wanted nothing more than to be acknowledged by him #and they both carried this into adulthood #naturally wwx doesnt believe nor understand lwj efforts #come to gush with me didnt sound like run away with me but rather accept youre over #anyways rant over i love this book #jc is so well written as much as i bash him #they all are #i wish wen ning had gotten a better ending though #its not bad but he deserves stability for once #the nerd talks #mdzs #gonna rb this everytime jc does something stupid