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twistedappletree · 6 months

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Hiiii apple is it okay to ask for a bit of the sect leader fic? It’s so exciting to see the babies grown up lolol i can’t wait to read 🩵🩵

As the lovely person who gave me the fic idea, you absolutely can Koi-Koi 😘

I think you’ll like this part. It takes place 6 months after Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi officially become sect leaders and Lan Sizhui leaves to travel and cultivate with Wen Ning.

However, Lan Sizhui never contacts either of them after promising to keep in touch and the only information they’ve received about his wellbeing has been from Hanguang-Jun, who simply says, “He’s fine” every time they ask.

So Jin Ling pesters Lan Jingyi to play Inquiry because he’s afraid something bad has happened to Lan Sizhui.

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“Can’t you just trust Hanguang-Jun?”

“I need to know for myself.”

Lan Jingyi sighed and sat cross legged on the ground, setting his guqin over his lap. The quiet sounds of the forest and the chill of the night air made him feel lonely, despite Jin Ling nervously pacing back and forth beside him. “You do realize you’re basically asking me to contact my best friend as if he’s dead, right?”

Jin Ling stopped pacing and frowned. “I don’t like it any better than you do which is why I’d rather rule out the possibility.”

“Hanguang-Jun wouldn’t lie,” Lan Jingyi countered.

“And he also has no way of knowing where Sizhui is every minute of every day.” Jin Ling hugged himself as a cold breeze rushed past him, his mind wandering to the memory of Lan Sizhui disappearing into the horizon when his boat left the docks of Jinlintai. “A lot can happen in a minute.”

“Fine,” said Lan Jingyi, “But I’m doing all the talking whether it’s Sizhui or not. Last thing we need is you scaring off spirits with your attitude.”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes and plopped down next to him, keeping his arms crossed and his nose upturned. “Whatever. Let’s just get it over with already.”

Lan Jingyi took a deep breath before plucking the notes of Inquiry on his guqin. Though his spiritual energy was nowhere near as strong as Hanguang-Jun’s, his guqin language had come quite a long way in his short six months as a sect leader.

As the world around them ignited in glowing hues of teal and ghostly blue, Jin Ling stared intensely at the guqin’s strings, almost willing them to stay silent. He knew the best response would be no response at all, so he genuinely hoped nothing would come of this night.

“Okay,” Lan Jingyi said. “Time to start aski—“

The guqin’s strings hummed involuntarily, the notes sounding both determined and desperate. Tendrils of spiritual energy reached out like waiting arms to Jin Ling who stumbled back in shock. The tendrils soon retreated back to the guqin, not strong enough to pursue him.

“What—why is it doing that?” Jin Ling’s eyes darted around, looking equally perplexed and mortified.

More notes rang from the guqin and Lan Jingyi furrowed his brow at Jin Ling. “Don’t be scared,” he translated. “They’re talking directly to you.” He’d never encountered such an intensely talkative spirit before. Whoever it was seemed insistent on speaking to Jin Ling.

“Could… could it be…” Jin Ling frowned, wondering if they’d made contact with one of his late family members instead.

Lan Jingyi seized a quiet moment between the spirit’s contact to ask quick, basic questions: are you male or female? Male. How old are you? Twenty. Are you a relative? No. Are you a friend? Yes. Where are you? Too far. I can’t reach you.

When Lan Jingyi translated the last question’s answer, Jin Ling’s mind was invaded by a flashback of his recurring dream—Lan Sizhui bleeding from his qiqiao, eyes plagued with horror while saying, I can’t reach you over and over.

Jin Ling almost fell over scrambling towards the guqin. “Sizhui?!”

Lan Jingyi protectively held his arms over his guqin’s strings the second he saw Jin Ling reaching for them. “Are you insane?! Don’t touch them in the middle of Inquiry, you’ll mess it up!”

A weak but willful tendril of spiritual energy gently snaked its way around Jin Ling’s hand and through his fingers before disappearing into the night air. Soon, all of the spiritual energy around them absorbed into the earth and the guqin fell silent.

Jin Ling’s face hovered above the guqin’s strings, lips trembling and eyes wide, glazed with oncoming tears. “Bring him back,” he whispered hoarsely. He narrowed his eyes and lunged at Lan Jingyi, aggressively grabbing him by his robe’s lapels. “Bring him back!”

Lan Jingyi grimaced and clutched Jin Ling’s wrists, ripping his hands away from him. “Will you calm down?! We don’t even know if that was him!”

“It was!” Jin Ling finally broke into tears. “It was him, Jingyi, I know it was! You need… you need to bring him back. Play Inquiry again and bring him back!”

“I can’t! If it was him, he’s the one who broke communication! Spiritual energy can only last so long, do so much. If I try to bring him back now, he’ll be too weak to communicate—“

“Then what’s the point?!” Jin Ling drove his fist into the ground with enough force to make a small crater in the dirt. His hair fell into his face and his entire body quaked with a mess of complicated emotions.

Lan Jingyi frowned and sat up straight, slowly covering his guqin in its cloth. “Look… I know it’s frustrating but we can’t force this. We need to give ourselves—we need to give him a break. We can try again tomorrow, okay?”

Jin Ling stayed silent for a moment longer. He wiped his face with his sleeve then pushed himself to his feet, too exhausted by his outburst to argue. “Fine.”

Lan Jingyi watched him turn and walk away without another word, leaving him alone in the woods with his guqin and a few remnants of spiritual energy flickering on the ground. He looked down at his guqin and furrowed his brows. “You’re not dead,” he whispered. “I know you aren’t. So don’t mess around next time.”

Lan Jingyi tucked his guqin under his arm as he rose to his feet and took one last glance at the fading energy peppering the earth’s soil. “You left me too, remember?”

•

Lan Sizhui opened his mouth to call his name but he had no voice to call him with. Lan Jingyi was nothing but a silhouette in a thick haze that turned and disappeared, leaving Lan Sizhui surrounded by a never ending, impenetrable fog.

Finally, the last of his energy depleted and broke him out of his dreamlike state. Lan Sizhui was pummeled back into reality, lying on the cold damp floor of a cave surrounded by a magical cage. He was too weak to sit up but he knew he’d be free soon. He just had to hold on a bit longer.

“I’m sorry.”

#mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jin ling #jin rulan #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #lan wangji #he’s mentioned at least lmao #fic wip #answered asks #koiblossoms #Jingyi’s last line basically hints at him feeling a bit put out by LSZ trying so hard to contact JL but not him #because he’s still in the dark about JL and LSZ’s relationship #and LSZ was able to basically take over the inquiry session because of his spiritual energy being stronger than LJY’s #even when he’s trapped #my baby prodigy he’s best boy fr 🥺💕#anyway not gonna spoil everything obviously #but I love this scene because it shows LJY and JL’s friendship #that they’ve become close enough that LJY is willing to play inquiry to ease his anxiety #but a part of him was definitely also curious if something had happened to LSZ #KOI KOI IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TONREAD THIS WHEN ITS FINISHED AHHHH #apple fics 🍎#disclaimer that this hasn’t been edited #so it’s subject to change when I proof read everything #also before I forget #LSZ found a way to contact them through dreaming when they play inquiry #which is what that last part is about #innovative BABY BOY I love him sm

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bi-turtle-enthusiast · 3 months

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Hello.... Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from MDZS? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

yeah sure!

Characters:

5. Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi I love their dynamic SO much. They're best friends who have clearly known each other for such a long time, and they're both really interesting characters in their own right! Lan Sizhui is so interesting, what with his Lan upbringing and his Wen heritage, and the fact that he's connecting to both by the end of the book. Lan Jingyi is Lan Sizhui's ride-or-die, protecting his best friend at every opportunity while having the best lines in the entire book, and he makes every scene he's in 100x better.

4. Wen Qing Medical malplractice queen!! But in all seriousness, there's something so viscerally powerful about the fact that she's willing to go against nature itself for her baby brother. She'd both die and kill for Wen Ning, and later for Wei Wuxian. I feel like her type of character (murderous older sister) is kind of rare and I really, really like her. I feel like The Untamed really fleshed out her character and I really appreciated her after I watched it. She's equally capable of nurturing and destroying—a force of nature herself.

3. Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian Fun fact: I hated Lan Wangji when I first read MDZS, and to be honest I'm still so-so on novel Lan Wangji. However, he was easily one of my favorite characters in The Untamed, and watching it made me see him in a whole different light. He doesn't communicate through his words, but through his actions. I think Wang Yibo was perfect casting because he NAILED Lan Wangji's micro-expressions and body language and really brought the character to life. Reading Lan Wangji as autistic also made me understand him a lot more. As for Wei Wuxian, I initially read him as a silly guy and... was right. Despite everything, he stays silly. I do find him a little insufferable pre-death, but I think that was intentional. He probably would have been higher on the list, but while I think he's a really compelling character (and ADHD personified, just like me fr), I'm also very frustrated by him and I don't like how he treats people sometimes. Still, I adore the way he looks after Jin Ling, refuses to let anyone blame Jiang Cheng for anything that happened to him, and takes care of Lan Wangji (towards the end, anyway).

2. Jin Ling Ok he probably would have been at the very top of this list but unfortunately jiang cheng brainrot is real. But CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIM. Over the course of the story, he finds out that his disgraced uncle who insulted him for not having a mom was actually Wei Wuxian reincarnated, then had to contend with the fact that Wei Wuxian was both the reason his parents and grandparents died AND the guy who protected him at every opportunity. Not to mention, he learned that Jin Guangyao, his beloved uncle who gifted him his beloved dog, had orchestrated his parents' death and was ready to kill him too. And what does he do at the end of the novel? He cries. He doesn't seek revenge, he doesn't get angry, he just cries, and he lets go. He chooses not to pursue revenge, because he's seen how the quest for revenge has destroyed everyone around him in one way or another. He's a little shit (because he's an edgy 15 year old) but he's a really intelligent and kind person who loves Jiang Cheng more than anything.

1. Jiang Cheng Some of y'all are going to disagree with me but it must be said. Jiang Cheng is the best MDZS character. Jiang Yanli's love and care taught him how to be loving and caring too. He loved Wei Wuxian, he loved Jin Ling, and he loved his sect. Jiang Cheng never stopped loving Wei Wuxian, even after everything that happened. He hated Wei Wuxian too—that's undeniable—but he also loved him. He kept his belongings intact, he never stopped believing he would come back, he literally gave up his golden core to protect Wei Wuxian. And Jin Ling! He loves Jin Ling so much! Despite having AWFUL parents himself, he was determined not to be that way towards Jin Ling. He did his best to break the generational trauma of his family because he wanted Jin Ling to have it better than he did. When Jin Ling becomes sect leader, he makes sure that he knows that if he EVER needs ANYTHING, he'll provide it to the best of his ability. I could go on for hours about this man. Best MDZS character. He's so full of resentment and hatred and vengeance, but in the end, the thing that always wins out over everything else is his unshakeable love.

Honorable mention: I loved MianMian in the Untamed and wish she got more time to shine in the novel

Favorite moments: 5. Literally anytime Lan Jingyi is in a scene. Every time he opens his mouth it's my favorite scene. He keeps Wei Wuxian humble in a way that only a teenager can. 4. The WangXian scene where Wei Wuxian hides porn in Lan Wangji's book. It starts off so genuinely nice—you can tell Lan Wangji isn't really serious anymore when he tells Wei Wuxian to stfu, and you get the feeling that Wei Wuxian is probably the closest thing Lan Wangji has to a friend. Wei Wuxian draws Lan Wangji a little portrait, and it's genuinely a sweet gesture. Lan Wangji thinks so too—he hasn't ever gotten something like this, and the fact that Wei Wuxian took the time to learn his appearance and commit it to paper makes him feel some type of way. And then, it turns out that everything was just a ruse so Wei Wuxian could prank Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji is,, understandably enraged. It feels cruel that Wei Wuxian would be so insincere just to do that. I kind of hated Wei Wuxian in this scene, but it's one of my favorites because it kind of shows the nature of their initial relationship—half-sincere, but never truly sincere. 3. Xuanwu cave scene. It's so funny and so painful and so sweet. We really see everyone's characters coming out—Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji being selfless protective, Jiang Cheng being capable and responsible, Jin Zixuan being brave and righteous, MianMian being the GOAT, Wang Lingjiao and Wen Chao deserving death, etc. 2. The umbrella scene in the Untamed. It was just so powerful. Lan Wangji putting down his umbrella, which represents the rules and morality of his sect, and just letting the rain mess up his perfect appearance. He doesn't know what's right and wrong anymore, because he loves Wei Wuxian, but everyone is telling him that's wrong. Wei Wuxian himself doesn't know what's right and wrong. Lan Wangji has been thinking in terms of black and white all this time, and for the first time, he finds himself in a gray area. It was just so powerful!! 1. The conversation between Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng after the temple scene at the end. It was just so beautiful. Go read/watch it.

#mdzs #asks

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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@laziestgirlintown here is the ficlet for the idea you left me on this post. Thank you for the inspiration! I hope you like it!

The prompt:

Clouds roll lazily over the late afternoon sky, the azure slowly losing intensity in favor of the light orange and lavender hues of sunset. Wei Wuxian lays in the tall grass, watching the tell-tale signs of the day ending, a flock of bunnies around him. One of them has flopped on his chest, and he's petting it gently, a black fluffball with white paws and a large, pregnant belly.

"You're just about ready to pop, aren't you?" He laughs. "I bet you can't wait to stop carrying that big weight around!"

He hears footsteps approaching, easily recognizing them as Lan Zhan's. His nose picks up the unmistakable smell of freshly baked pastries and he almost wants to move - but he remembers he's holding a very precious little lady in his arms and settles.

Soon, Lan Zhan joins him, laying a small tray of treats next to him and a soft kiss on his lips. His own hand comes to caress the bunny on Wei Ying's stomach.

"How was today?" Wei Ying asks his husband, who flops down emphatically. Wei Ying laughs a bit too loudly and the bunny in his arms nibbles his hand in protest. "That bad?"

"Mn. Boring. Endless."

"And yet you had time to bring me sweets! I really do have the best husband, don't I?"

"No. " A teasing smile. "I do."

"Lan Zhan, don't say such things when I can't move to kiss you!"

"I can."

And he does, kissing Wei Ying lovingly, slowly, savoring in the moment. The day's weariness drains out of him as if by magic. It is by magic, he corrects himself, Wei Ying's love is magic.

When their lips finally part, Lan Zhan relishes into the dazed look in Wei Ying's eyes, and leans to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Cute."

"You're being terrible right now, I hope you know that." Wei Ying says, flustered red.

"Mn. I do."

Lan Zhan returns to petting the bunny. She's one of his favorites, so playful and affectionate - he remembers Sizhui playing with her for hours when he was younger and still too shy to make any human friends.

"Any day now." he comments, "I wonder how many there will be."

"Many, judging by how big she looks! You know, it's terrible being pregnant, I remember how I was with A-Yuan..."

Lan Zhan sighs and rolls his eyes. Wei Ying can't help his laughter, and the bunny glares at him before hopping off to move into Lan Zhan's lap. At least he doesn't move around so much.

"We need to think of names for the little ones." Wei Ying continues. "Boys and girls!"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Nothing, to be honest!" he laughs, again, and Lan Zhan just has to kiss him. Such a beautiful sound, he can't help wanting to swallow it whole.

"Lan Zhan, focus." Wei Ying insists, though he does look like he'd like to be kissed more. "You're the one that's better with names between us. After all, you came up with Sizhui's name all on your own."

Lan Zhan raises himself on an elbow and moves a strand of hair away from Wei Ying's face. He wonders if this is what heaven must feel like.

"I wish we could have named him together."

Wei Ying's eyes soften, and he takes Lan Zhan's hand in his own, kissing every knuckle softly. "We could give him a sibling or two one day, and name them together."

Lan Zhan's heart picks up at the idea, and he can't help a smile. "I'd love that."

And he would. He would love having a family with Wei Ying, a family with a lot of children and a lot of love.

"We do need to practice until then, though." Wei Ying adds, and Lan Zhan reaches to undo Wei Ying's sash.

"Practice naming! Not baby-making!"

Lan Zhan kisses him instead of replying and the bunnies around them scatter.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 4 months

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After Each Midnight Begins A New Day

Extra #13d - Technically A Cutsleeve? (Mo Xuanyu and Lan Jingyi)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[Masterpost] [AO3]

Instead of a small snippet of something for WIP Wednesday this week how about a rarely seen, highly endangered, actual update on a WIP? Groundbreaking 😂 This particular chapter has actually been sitting mostly-written in the doc for a very, very long time, just waiting for me to figure out if I liked it/how I'll tie it into the overall plans for the story, and I've finally figured it out (I think). These boys are doing the ancient fantasy China equivalent of U-Hauling it and I personally love that for them 😌

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“Uuuuuggghhhhh!”

“That’s it, I’m done. Sizhui, it’s your turn to sit with him,” Zizhen sighs as he stands and stretches his arms over his head.

“It’s just a cold, Jingyi,” Sizhui reminds him as he takes the empty spot next to the bed to start taking his turn wiping his forehead with a damp cloth and Jingyi cracks one glassy eye open to glare at him.

“You don’t know that,” he croaks, aiming for ‘belligerent’ but too weak to really sound it. “I could be dying.”

“Jingyi - I’m an actual doctor,” Sizhui reminds him gently with a laugh that thankfully doesn’t jostle him.

“Then I’m dying of some brand new unheard of disease and your doctor training is no help here,” he pouts without missing a beat. His deathbed is no place for logic, he doesn’t want it.

“Oh good. In that case when you die can I take your corpse home with me for my aunt and I to study?”

“Sizhui what the fuck,” Jingyi deadpans. Zizhen throws his head back to laugh loudly enough to make the pain in his head spike. “Zizhen shut the fuck up,” he adds as he bats Sizhui’s hands away to pull the cloth down over his eyes with a groan.

“Zizhen, his head does hurt, it’s best to be quiet,” Sizhui tempers and just as Jingyi is groaning his agreement the door bangs open, making him flinch.

“Idiots. Sizhui,” Jin Ling greets - standard. Really his crush could be seen from the moon at this point but even Jingyi has to agree that it’s cute how it makes Sizhui blush. It’s a lot cuter when Jingyi isn’t dying.

“Oh good, you’re back. Did you find what I asked for?”

“The healer said she’s never seen one of the herbs you wanted but when I told her what it was for she said we have one here in Lanling that she swears does the same thing. Other than that yeah, they had everything.”

“Mm. Oh! Hello,” Sizhui says warmly and that’s strange enough that Jingyi lifts the cloth off his eyes enough to peek through his lashes and he’s glad no one’s taking his pulse at the moment because he’s pretty sure his heart stops.

“Hello Wen-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu replies in that smooth, low voice of his, an indulgent smile on his rouged lips. Jingyi is definitely going to die. This is it, he’s done for, goodbye cruel world. “I don’t mean to intrude but I was in the healer’s pavilion helping sort the herbs when A-Ling came in, and I don’t think you’ll blame me for not trusting him not to get them mixed up on the way over here,” he teases, obviously pleased with himself as Jin Ling scoffs, and Jingyi drops the cloth back over his eyes with a groan.

No matter how badly he wants to keep looking at Mo Xuanyu, Jingyi is pretty sure he’ll die of embarrassment at being seen like this before he could properly appreciate how beautiful Mo Xuanyu looks today. It was embarrassing enough when Mo Xuanyu had to help him with his depleted core, but getting sick like a child mere days later because of it?? Better to just hide his face and die in peace. (Although…if he could pick a last sight of this world, Mo Xuanyu’s coy smile would be a phenomenal option.)

“I trust A-Ling,” Sizhui says as he shifts around a bit to face their visitor, audibly smiling. “But I’m grateful for your help anyway, you’re not intruding at all. Is medicine also an area you’ve trained in?”

“One of my many skills, yes. You have a good memory, Wen-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu laughs and his laugh isn’t grating - Zizhen - so Jingyi doesn’t comment. Or make a noise at all. Or move. Maybe if he doesn’t move Mo Xuanyu won’t see him. “I’m sure I’m no match for a doctor of the Dafan Wen, but I help our doctors pretty often, usually when the summer rains bring fevers, or on the odd chance our disciples are injured in a night hunt and the numbers overwhelm our usual rotation of healers.”

“Oh that’s perfect, it’s nothing serious anyway so that’s more than enough experience,” Sizhui replies. In the interest of saving at least some of his pride Jingyi decides to go ahead and break his brand new vow of eternal silence.

“Don’t lie to him, it’s very serious,” he retorts with a cough for his parched throat. “I’m dying, I just told you that Sizhui.”

“You’re not dying you moron, you have a cold,” Jin Ling snaps. How he manages to sound so snappish without raising his voice is an interesting skill. Jingyi both appreciates it - for the sake of his headache - and doesn’t - for the sake of his little remaining pride.

“I am dying, Sizhui already said he wants to take my poor corpse home to poke and prod at once I’m done using it.”

Mo Xuanyu’s responding laugh sets him on fire from head to toe, though it’s a small mercy that at least right now he can blame his dismayed groan on being sick rather than the stupidly massive crush he’s doing his best to hide.

“A-Ling tells me you four were planning to head into the city today,” Mo Xuanyu says as he sets down the wide, flat box of herbs on the table next to the bed. “What a shame poor Lan-gongzi is going to die without one last chance to enjoy it.”

“See? At least he understands me,” Jingyi posits weakly. He lifts one hand from his eyes to make a rude gesture in the general direction of Zizhen’s snickering. (Alright fine, so maybe his crush can be seen from the moon too, though thankfully Jin Ling has been too short-sighted to spot it yet .)

“It’s alright, we can just go another day,” Sizhui replies, conciliatory as usual, always trying to keep the peace.

Mo Xuanyu instantly tuts, “Oh don’t be silly, you three can still go. I don’t have anything else to do as I was already helping the healers anyway. Leave Lan-gongzi to me and you three enjoy your day out.”

Seriously — who did Jingyi piss off so badly that this is his karmic repayment?! What in the world could he have possibly done to deserve being a sick, miserable mess in front of his crush who just so happens to be, oh right, absolutely fucking incredible? He’s going to actually become a monk after this. His parents had done it, after all - they had put him in the group care for the parentless children of the Sect and retreated right up the mountain to become monks in total isolation, what a grand family tradition to follow, what an incredible idea they had had! In fact, he’s been an idiot for not doing it sooner. He’s absolutely made for life as a monk, he doesn’t need to go chasing after the most stunning man he’s ever met.

Jingyi waves one hand in half-hearted dismissal when his friends, after one more round of convincing from Mo Xuanyu, say their goodbyes and well-wishes and then the doors slide shut with a soft clack. For a long while there’s nothing but the quiet sounds of Mo Xuanyu moving around next to the bed — his even breathing, the nearly-inaudible jingle of the jeweled chains dangling from the zanzi in his hair, the whisper of fabric brushing against itself, the quiet grind of dried herbs between his gentle fingertips. Jingyi finds himself starting to relax against his best intentions. He’s tired, is the thing, and (at least when it’s just the two of them) Mo Xuanyu’s presence is surprisingly calming.

Jingyi frowns softly when the cloth is removed from his forehead and eyes some time later and he blinks his eyes open with an effort to study his companion. He’s hardly wearing any face makeup today, just a feather-soft dusting of his pale powder. It makes his skin look like porcelain, even more so than his heavier makeup, in Jingyi’s opinion. His eyes are similarly subtle, with just the faintest kiss of a red so gentle it’s almost pink at the outer corners and his long lashes darkened with black powder. It’s really not fair, Jingyi thinks, that Mo Xuanyu can do anything at all with his looks and be so beautiful.

“You’re staring, Jingyi,” Mo Xuanyu teases as he re-wets the cloth and wrings it out with a smirk on his lips.

“I am not! I died and my eyes are just open like that.”

“Ah okay, I see,” he laughs. “In that case, this humble one is honored to have been the last thing you saw before death.”

Mo Xuanyu turns to face him fully and Jingyi knows he should stop looking but there’s more to see at this angle. Mo Xuanyu’s huadian today is an intricate, beautiful thing, a flower of some sort clearly painted with a delicate, patient touch. He’s still smirking with gently-stained lips and his eyes, sharp and clever, are studying him right back with an intensity that makes Jingyi feel too warm all the sudden.

“Be honest with me, how are you actually feeling?” he asks after a long few moments and Jingyi’s eyes slip shut without his permission as Mo Xuanyu rests one gentle hand on his forehead. It feels unbelievably intimate without his ribbon — he hadn’t even managed to get up and put it on before he’d realized he’d gotten so sick overnight and decided to stay in bed — but he can’t say he minds. He doesn’t mind at all.

“It really is just a cold,” he grumbles, irritated with having to concede that ground. It’s worth it at least to hear Mo Xuanyu hum softly in approval, perhaps a bit in sympathy as well.

“Well I think you’ll pull through just fine, then — we’ll have to deprive Wen-gongzi of your corpse for a little longer,” he teases and Jingyi laughs weakly, though it’s still enough to set off a fresh coughing fit.

“You really don’t have to stay, you know,” Jingyi says when it’s over and Mo Xuanyu has replaced the hand on his forehead with the soothing sweep of the cloth, regular and steady.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I do. Your cruel, heartless friends have abandoned you in this sorry state to go into the city, someone has to take care of you!”

Since their return from the night hunt, there have been moments (a lot of them, actually) when Jingyi suspects that Mo Xuanyu might like him too. They’re just little moments, hardly noticeable, but if he pays attention, and if he strings them along one right after the other in his mind like a strand of pearls, a pattern starts to take shape.

Mo Xuanyu always takes his arm if they happen to walk alone. He drops his wild act around him to be soft and genteel instead — but then cuts through that softness with acerbic wit when least expected just to make Jingyi laugh. He calls him by his name alone in private though he still uses his title in front of any audience. He finds excuses to touch him. He keeps finding excuses to get him alone. When he does, he looks at him like- like—

“Xuanyu-“

“Mhm? What is it, Jingyi?”

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

Jingyi says nothing for a long moment as he studies Mo Xuanyu’s gaze — intense, perhaps ever so slightly vulnerable, but..so warm. Practically daring him to take a deep breath and jump..

“Like you could do it forever.”

Mo Xuanyu takes a deep breath in of his own and smiles softly as he exhales again, his hand slipping down from his forehead to touch his cheek — just his hand, without the cloth between them as an excuse. Jingyi can’t help but stare at him as he brushes his thumb against his skin, his touch cool and soft as silk.

“Ah, Jingyi, Jingyi. Only you would choose to do this when you’re ill. But alright. Tell me — what did you think of me, when you first met me that day in the gardens?” he asks, his voice quiet.

Later, Jingyi will blame what he says on being sick, his defenses crumbled first by feeling so poorly and then toppled completely by the tenderness Mo Xuanyu offers him. Really, though, it’s just that he’s been dying to say it almost since that first moment Mo Xuanyu had waved and called out his hello, kneeling in the middle of a field of white peonies like a beautiful heroine in those novels Zizhen is always reading.

“‘I’d rather die now than live with the possibility of never seeing such beauty again’,” he answers (he definitely hasn’t ever dipped into Zizhen’s stash) and Mo Xuanyu laughs (it’s still not fair that even his laugh is beautiful), covering his smiling mouth with one slender wrist.

“You did not! Stop borrowing lines from Ouyang-gongzi’s romances and tell me what you really thought.”

Jingyi snorts out a laugh that makes his head pound but he doesn’t care when Mo Xuanyu is smiling and laughing at him like that.

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesces, coughing slightly as he settles. “I just thought that if you were really as wild and ridiculous as the Young Mistress had told us you were but you could still be so beautiful and elegant at the same time then…you seemed to be everything I didn’t even know I wanted until it was right in front of me. Nothing poetic, sorry.”

“It doesn’t have to be poetic,” Mo Xuanyu mumbles around his shy blushing. “I like the real version better. I don’t like that you’re finally confessing to me while you’re too sick to do anything about it.”

“Too bad,” Jingyi retorts with a haughty little lift of his chin, smiling weakly when Mo Xuanyu instantly flicks him in the throat lightly enough that he hardly feels it, but the teasing intention is there.

“You’re really terrible, you know. I think I’ll keep you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Jingyi smirks then, immensely proud of himself, and Mo Xuanyu chuckles softly as he strokes his cheek again with the back of one knuckle.

“You should get some sleep,” Mo Xuanyu murmurs after his eyes have slipped shut. “I’ve made your medicine, you can drink it and then rest.”

“Are you still going to be here when I wake up?”

“Of course. What sort of doctor would I be if I left one of my patients to die all alone?”

Jingyi chuckles at that but it quickly turns into a coughing fit that has Mo Xuanyu curling a comforting hand around his shoulder to help him lean up on one elbow and hold him close as he brushes his hair back from his forehead with the other hand.

“You’re disgusting,” Mo Xuanyu stage-whispers when he’s finished coughing and Jingyi groans weakly, shoves half-heartedly at his shoulder to hear him laugh. “Come on, A-Yi, sit up for me for a minute,” he continues once his chuckling has subsided and Jingyi’s ears burn at the diminutive. He’s pretty sure he’s never been more motivated to sit up in his entire life though so he does as he’s asked, and if he personally feels that Mo Xuanyu touches (and squeezes) his arms a little more than strictly necessary to “help” him accomplish it then that’s their business.

He turns then to pour him a cup of the medicine and this time Jingyi doesn’t even feel guilty about staring. Mo Xuanyu’s smirk only grows as he works and by the time he turns back to hand Jingyi the decoction he looks on the verge of bursting into laughter, which is charming in and of itself, but he’s also blushing a deep red under his powder which is probably one of the loveliest things Jingyi has ever seen.

He stops staring, finally, to take the medicine and drain it as quickly as he can with a grimace, the bitter grassiness of the herbs thick and cloying on the back of his tongue. Mo Xuanyu makes a sympathetic noise in his throat and takes the cup back to fill it with fresh water, which Jingyi drinks a bit more slowly to help rinse out his mouth. He wonders if it’s strange for him to feel so comfortable around Mo Xuanyu, but at least for now he sees no need to try to make conversation or to do anything, really, except let Mo Xuanyu tend to him. He’ll return the favor a hundred-fold as soon as he can, but for now he lies back to let Mo Xuanyu cool his face with the cloth again, content to be cared for.

Just as he’s drifting off, he hears Mo Xuanyu chuckle quietly and mutter, “A-Ling is going to be so mad,” and Jingyi falls asleep mid-snicker.

—//—

When Jingyi wakes again it’s with a gasp and a start, sending him sitting straight upright fast enough to make his head spin.

“Hey, easy,” someone tells him and Jingyi fights through the lingering dizziness to turn his head and find that –

Uh-huh. That’s Mo Xuanyu. Who nursed him back to health, apparently staying with him all day and all night, judging by the quality of the light beyond the windows.

“Uh-”

“Oh no no, don’t get embarrassed now!” Mo Xuanyu chides around a smile. “You’re awfully sweet when you’re sick and if you tell me you regret anything you said I’m going to say fuck the rules of hospitality and tell Xuan-ge to kill you.”

Jingyi snaps his mouth shut because that’s certainly not the case, not at all, but…well…even if he doesn’t regret it, it was still embarrassing! He settles for leaning forward to prop his elbows up on his lap to bury his face in his hands and naturally he doesn’t pull away when Mo Xuanyu stands up to come sit next to him so he can rub a small hand in circles on his back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he tries to say, but it comes out weak and raspy. Mo Xuanyu tuts softly and slips away from his side again with a rustle of his skirts. Jingyi takes slow, measured breaths like he’s trying to meditate through the quiet clinking of ceramic and the nearly-inaudible burble of pouring, and by the time Mo Xuanyu returns to press a cup of water into his hand he feels slightly more capable of showing his face.

He takes a sip of it obediently and then drains it in a few greedy gulps, abruptly aware of the fact that his mouth feels mildly reminiscent of the deserts far to the north. Mo Xuanyu refills it for him without a word, and when he’s drained the cup for a second time Jingyi actually feels ready to look at the other man straight on.

He hides the anxiety lurking in his gaze quickly, but not quickly enough.

“I meant it,” he blurts, panicked by the idea that Mo Xuanyu looks so nervous because of him. “Everything I said yesterday, I meant it! I…Lans are cursed,” he grumbles the complaint — and then abruptly realizes how that must sound and he twists to get his knees under him and turn to face Mo Xuanyu directly, to hold his face tenderly between his palms like he can hold him in place long enough for his wild, racing thoughts to chase each other in the right direction to not fuck this up completely.

“Wait no it’s not a real curse – and not that I think falling in love with you is a curse at all! Honestly it’s probably the best thing that’ll ever happen to me even if I scare you off because honestly how could I not? I sound insane. I feel insane, actually, and none of this is helping me give you a reason to stick around is it? Um. What I meant was that Lans just…we just do this, and I always thought that I maybe wasn’t really a Lan because no one’s ever made me feel like this and I’ve met so many wonderful people that I liked just fine but they didn’t make me feel like you did when I realized who you were and what that could mean and —”

Jingyi cuts himself off as abruptly as if he’d been Silenced (perhaps partially thanks to how he’s pretty sure he’s been conditioned by how many times someone else has Silenced him when he spirals) at the sight of Mo Xuanyu’s growing smile and the blush stealing across his powdered cheeks, so beautifully arresting that Jingyi feels like he might die if he doesn’t stop and appreciate the sight while he can.

“A-Yi,” Mo Xuanyu chides, soft and sweet as he nuzzles his cheek into Jingyi’s cupped palm. “You’re forgetting that I’ve seen my fair share of Lans in love. I know what you meant, stop panicking.”

Jingyi exhales sharply and sags forward to press his forehead against Mo Xuanyu’s, careful not to smudge the other man’s huadian. He stays still as Mo Xuanyu’s hands curl slowly around his wrists, stroke slowly up the lengths of his forearms to cup under his elbows and tug softly until Jingyi shuffles closer on his knees.

“You love me?” Mo Xuanyu teases when Jingyi’s heart has slowed and he groans, sagging further forward to bury his burning face in Mo Xuanyu’s shoulder.

“Can we pretend like I didn’t say that? I know it’s weird, and too fast and…just forget it? Maybe?”

“Hmmm…no, I don’t think I will.” His voice is warm and low, a banked fire, and Jingyi has to fight hard not to be lulled into a false sense of security. Because there’s no way that’s a good thing. There’s no way that he could confess to this man he’s known for little more than a week and have that just…be okay. And even if it is okay, Jingyi knows precisely how quickly that can change when he lets his guard down and stops watching what he says and does. Mo Xuanyu hasn’t known him for very long, it’s too much to expect to think that he would want to pursue any sort of lasting relationship, which would be…rather unfortunate, for Jingyi’s apparently very ‘Lan’ heart that, if the clan stories are true, will only love like this once.

“You know, I always secretly thought that Yao-ge and Wei-ge were bluffing a little about how passionate you Lans are,” Mo Xuanyu muses when Jingyi’s mortified silence must go on a bit too long. He tuts softly and brushes gentle fingers through Jingyi’s hair, combing it away from the nape of his neck until Jingyi has to suppress a full-body shiver of pleasure. “You poor thing, I’ll have to be extra careful with that soft heart of yours, won’t I?”

Oh.

Jingyi sucks in a sharp breath and tries to think of some way to reply to that but finds himself strangely at a loss for words. How is he supposed to express how good that sounds? To be treated gently? Carefully? Maybe he’s still a little worn out from his fever, because his eyes are suddenly burning and he exhales shakily around something tight in his chest. Mo Xuanyu hums quietly in the back of his throat and stops petting his hair to cup the back of his neck directly instead, his thumb brushing softly back and forth just below his hairline.

“Yeah,” Mo Xuanyu murmurs, audibly smiling as he tucks his cheek against the side of Jingyi’s head, “It’s mine now, no taking it back, and I promise I’ll be careful with it, alright?”

As is quickly becoming a pattern that Jingyi can’t be mad about at all, he finds himself helpless to do anything but agree and go along with whatever Mo Xuanyu thinks is best. He nods and slips one arm tentatively around Mo Xuanyu’s waist to hold him close, and they don’t separate until they hear a ruckus beyond the door that gives them a solid 30 second warning before Jin Ling’s blustering, fussing arrival with breakfast for them both.

#the untamed fanfic #Technically a Cutsleeve?#Lan Jingyi #Mo Xuanyu #Lan Jingyi/Mo Xuanyu #Nonbinary Mo Xuanyu #Junior Quartet #not me updating an old project after a year plus and it's the one that's significantly less popular than all the others accumulating dust 💀#But for the select people who really like this fic I hope this is an exciting day lol

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renspassingthoughts · 2 years

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Where Everything Goes Right After Canon Headcanons

I like to think that Nie Huaisang brought back Wei Wuxian not because he was just convenient, but because he missed him. Wei Wuxian who was probably the only person aside from his brother, who still sometimes made unintentional comments about his "uselessness", to know about his reputation and still want to hang out and befriend him.

Nie Huaisang who probably grew up with rumors surrounding him with people commenting on his weak cultivation, and, while he may not look like it, those comments do hurt. He can manipulate rumors, can completely change the views of people, but from the moment he was old enough to form a golden core and almost didn't, those rumors started to follow him throughout his life. To have someone want to befriend him, someone who's considered a genius, would probably be refreshing or even fulfilling, in some way.

Not to mention, Nie Huaisang last interacted with Wei Wuxian before the Sunshot Campaign? Or something close to that time? Regardless, after the events of the First Siege, wouldn't you say that, technically, Wei Wuxian was the only person whom he didn't associate bad memories with?

Also, with Jiang Cheng rebuilding the Jiang Sect, I don't imagine they'd have time for each other. (Which is sad, the CR trio was one of my favorite friendships in the entire series.) So, they drift apart. Nie Huaisang's brother dies. Who does he have left? His reputation as the useless Second Young Master of the Nie Sect doesn't really help him make genuine friends. Not to mention, the revenge for his brother and the plans he had to make. Yeah, he was probably very lonely.

This hc makes me so happy, knowing that someone did, in fact, mourn and grieve for Wei Wuxian aside from Lan Wangji and family (because Jiang Cheng did, even if he hated him because Wei Wuxian was still his brother).

Also:

Nie Huaisang got so mad at his brother for going through with the siege that he ignored him for months.

Nie Huaisang, before he found out about his brother's murder, loved Jin Guangyao. He tried to convince his brother to be nicer to Jin Guangyao, but Nie Mingjue never listened. He knew about Jin Guangyao's questionable actions, but Nie Huaisang understood that there were gray areas in morality. He trusted Jin Guangyao to never use his skills to hurt him, which is why Nie Huaisang felt so betrayed when he did.

Nie Huaisang knew about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji liking each other.

Setting Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji up was, in fact, a small goal he wanted to achieve with his plan.

Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian eventually talked it out with each other and now they're friends again. Not as close, too wary of each other, but they're trying.

Nie Huaisang, with the help of Jin Ling, eventually helped Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng reconcile. Now, they have monthly meet-ups with each other.

Jiang Cheng demanded an actual wedding ceremony in Lotus Pier because he refused to let Wei Wuxian "have a wedding that was less than he was worth". (Wei Wuxian did get teary because of this.)

Nie Huaisang helped decorate.

The wedding was great, absolutely spectacular, only bested by maybe Jiang Yanli's and Jin Zixuan's. Everyone was there: Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen (who was dragged out for the wedding, he's much happier now, actually, because seclusion was not for him), Nie Huaisang, Jiang Cheng, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen (who Wei Wuxian said had to be there), Wei Wuxian's parent's memorial tablets, Yu Ziyuan's memorial tablet, Jiang Yanli's memorial tablet, Jiang Fengmian's memorial tablet, Madam Lan's memorial tablet (because Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen made one for her when they were little and finally understood because they refused to let their mother go without a memorial tablet. Lan Qiren let them: "Honor your ancestors" and "Respect your elders".), Qingheng-jun's memorial tablet, Xiao Xingchen (soul restored, idc if it's not possible for him to get his body back, he's getting it back; he's Wei Wuxian's mother's martial brother so he's family? Technically, idk. I like to think they have an uncle/nephew type of relationship, also that he's older than Wei Wuxian because I'm confused about his age), Song Lan, Wen Qing's memorial tablet, and Wen Ning.

Lan Wangji went to the Burial Mounds with Wei Wuxian to pay respects to the Wen Remnants. He wanted to ask for permission from them, for they were Wei Wuxian's family.

CR Trio are close again, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng have friends, Wangxian get their happy ending, Yi City people too (A-Qing's soul gets restored only after the wedding, unfortunately), and basically everyone who deserves it (Lan Xichen was withering away in seclusion because he was used to socializing, he loved talking to people about his interests, so he was dragged out by, um, someone).

#mdzs #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #Jiang cheng #lan wangji

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irresistiibles · 2 years

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starter call for the mini event!! under the cut is a little blurb about each of my characters and what they’re doing and it’s so long and i’m so sorry. i’m not capping this at the moment since i can hopefully queue stuff wednesday and friday before the weekend, so if you want a starter please reply with who you want it from and which of your characters you want it for! also if you want to plot specifically what characters are doing definitely feel free to send me a message or toss this a like!

amber | genshin impact | starters - legolas, asmodeus alice

archery!! this girl loves it and will be in the archery field forever. she thinks it could be better with some pyrotechnics, but she always thinks that. she’ll probably also dress for the occasion since the outfits remind her of home.

asami sato | the legend of korra | starters -

may give knife/axe throwing a go. she doesn’t really have experience with it but i think she’d learn fast.

astoria greengrass | harry potter | starters - fred weasley

very intrigued by the glassware and candle making stuff. she can’t do it herself but she will like to watch it and buy stuff. may do a few simple magic tricks. will probably lowkey dress up

blue sargent | the raven cycle | starters -

lurking around the tarot card readings and being judgy about it and also helping at the jewelry making stand and craft stand, it’s all about the grind

ciel phantomhive | black butler | starters - sisudatu, elizabeth midford

unaware ciel thinks this is all super cool. he probably dressed up and will be buying far too many souvenirs. not built to do anything too athletic so he’ll mostly be sticking by the shops and stands.

chihiro ogino | spirited away | starters - sophie hatter

helping sophie out at their stand selling hats and flowers and bopping around. she’ll probably try some games and rides. staying away from food stands out of principal. going to be all over the place

esther mckinnon | harry potter | starters - marina mckinnon, dale cooper

thinks the whole thing is very cute and is probably dressed up. trying like all the games, crafts, and rides that she can get herself to

glinda upland | wicked | starters - audrey rose

absolutely in some elaborate dress and loving all the dress up and shopping opportunities. she may try some of the potion or fortune telling stuff cause she thinks it’s cute

jin ling | the untamed | starters - wei wuxian, lan jingyi, lan sizhui

absolutely living it up on the archery field. he could do some sword fighting and shopping as well. won’t be in costume his self but will see if he can find one for his dog fairy

kyoshi | avatar the last airbender | starters - apollo, cornelia hale

will be just generally checking stuff out. intrigued by the performances even though she won’t be taking part. could be absolutely talked into trying axe throwing or pulling that sword out of the stone

lily evans | harry potter | starters - marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, max mayfield, emmeline vance, albus severus potter

feeling a little weird being out while her husband doesn’t remember her, like just kinda lonely, but will be doing her best to have a good time. she’ll try out some crafts and watching performances and keep herself generally distracted, but probably won’t stay super long

mianmian | the untamed | starters - xiao xingchen

probably won’t take part in sword fighting but will judge people’s technique from a distance. doesn’t really understand everything going on but will look around. she’s showing up in clothes she would wear back home cause she thinks they look better than all the european stuff lmao

michiru kaiou | sailor moon | starters - usagi tsukino

having a good time doing some of the crafts and watching performances. i’m tempted to say she’d try out a fiddle but it’s not really her style, so she’ll probably just be enjoying from a distance. i’ll probably message the main and have her do some face painting for people though.

mob | mob psycho 100 | starters - phawin wanichakarnjonkul

doesn’t know enough about european culture to really understand all of this but hell still check out stands and maybe use his psychic powers to pretend to do magic for kids, though is too awkward for a legit performance or anything. may be pressured into buying some clothes and then wouldn’t actually feel comfortable enough to wear them

nie huaisang | the untamed | starters - seo haebom, lan wangji, jiang cheng

full cultivator robes may not fit the theme but he’s wearing them anyway. mostly sticking by the crafts and shopping because he knows what he likes

rita skeeter | harry potter | starters - martin blackwood, marlene mckinnon, albus dumbledore

will show up to see what’s going on, decide it looks nerdy as shit, maybe buy one drink and a piece of jewelry, make a mean tweet about it all, and then probably see herself out after complaining a little

san | princess mononoke | starters - jeyne westerling

doesn’t understand the appeal of most of this and doesn’t like being around too many people but she will like showing off at knife throwing and may try some food

shang qinghua | scum villian self saving system | starters -

staying far away from the activities including weaponry but having a good time trying some of the games and trying like all the food stands

shi qingxuan | heaven official’s blessing | starters - ming yi, hua cheng

1000% drunk. shopping and having fun not too invested in anything in particular but thinks the whole thing is super cute and will be happily socializing.

tessa gray | the shadowhunters chronicles | starters - jem carstairs, magnus bane, issy lightwood, alec lightwood, eloise bridgerton

happy to be in a comfortable dress again. tempted to try knife throwing but could use some encouragement. she’ll also probably check out the crafts because those are fun even if she isn’t good at them.

toph beifong | avatar the last airbender | starters - pippin took, suki, aang, katara, sokka

fighting the urge to not just beak the stone with bending and get excalibur. will see if there’s any games she can scam

victor nikiforov | yuri on ice | starters - nick nelson

not as into this as the winter market since there’s no skating but he’ll probably go to the photo booth and check out some of the performances

zagreus | hades | starters - hughie campbell

he doesn’t really understand the faire but is intrigued nonetheless. he’ll be doing a little bit of everything but will absolutely show off some sword and archery skills. absolutely down to do some friendly fighting with people and will probably try to genuinely pull excabilur out of the stone

zhongli | genshin impact | starters - lumine

intrigued by it all. he doesn’t know much about european history but at the end of the day he will always be a history nerd. probably mostly just looking around and chatting and doing too much shopping

#hopefully these all make sense #i wrote a chunk of this during work #hw: starter call

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weiying-lanzhan-fics · 2 years

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Wowwww - this was such a great story!!!! One of the longest WangXian fics I have read and I absolutely loved it! There was so much character growth, relationship growth, and drama. The pacing was perfect and the gazillions of hilarious interactions made the balance between light-hearted and heavy just right.

I am in awe… ❤️

Quotes:

“Well, Lan Zhan… you have lots of things to deal with. I didn’t want to be all in your space and working on this kind of all-consuming complicated thing and I’m messy and there’ll be notes everywhere and sometimes my best ideas come in the middle of the night and it’s just… my process is chaos. And you’re…not chaos.”

Lan Zhan furrowed his brow and looked away. His voice was quieter. “If you want alternative quarters, I can arrange them.”

Shit. That is not what he meant.

“No!” he blurted. Lan Zhan’s gaze snapped back to him. “I…well, I think better with you around, and I need your input, so you can do what you’re already doing right now and tell me when I’m being stupid….”

Lan Zhan searched his face. Wei Wuxian found him blinding like this, eyes boring into his, and resisted the urge to blink too much.

“I want you with me.” Lan Zhan stated it without a trace of embarrassment.

Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched. “Oh. Well okay then.”

“So you will stay for winter?”

Wei Wuxian nodded in a daze, dumbfounded. This was not how he had planned things at all.

Lan Zhan gave a single nod of satisfaction, turning and continuing on gracefully like he hadn’t just argued his way from a week to three months using mostly just Wei Wuxian’s own words and some judgemental stares.

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If he was being honest, holding Wei Ying like this was painful in other ways. Doing so while he was injured and cold was difficult enough, but the real pain came from knowing just how much he wanted to hold him like this always, only with him well and actually wanting to be in his arms.

These were dangerous thoughts.

It was a Lan principle to not covet what you do not have, another said not to expect more from people than they can give. It was important to look at everything he had with Wei Ying now and be content. He had thought that he could be. But it was starting to not be enough.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying’s voice was croaky against his chest.

“Wei Ying?”

Wei Ying was silent, and not moving, though he was breathing better and his skin felt warm to the touch.

“Lan Zhan, am I naked?” he said, voice quiet and odd.

Lan Wangji sighed. “Yes. I am sorry. All of your clothes were wet, and you passed out. I had to get you warm and skin to skin was… the most efficient.”

Wei Ying remained silent for a while. Lan Wangji wondered if he should let go and allow Wei Ying his dignity, but before he made a move, Wei Ying cleared his throat.

“I did not expect to end up naked in a cave with you today.”

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Sizhui had a moment of obvious surprise when Lan Zhan opened the door looking, by his standards, positively dishevelled. Graciously, he hid his expression quickly, stifling a smile as he stepped inside and greeted them both warmly.

His gaze lingered on a puffy and swollen-faced Wei Wuxian in his bed as he realised with horror that there were two very obvious person-shaped impressions in the sheets and hurriedly shifted to the middle of the bed, thumping the sheets as he went. “I…got crumbs in here.”

Sizhui glanced at Lan Zhan’s bed, which had no pillow on it, and looked back to Wei Wuxian’s, which had two.

Shit.

“Mn,” said Sizhui, taking after his annoying father.

E, 202k

Summary:

Lan Zhan slowed and came to a complete halt in the grass.

“You just changed everything, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian scoffed. “I… wait, what?”

“This changes everything.”

“What do you mean everything?” Wei Wuxian was utterly bewildered.

“Everything. Sects will find evil spirits before they hurt people.”

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OR: After his travels, Wei Wuxian brings a game-changing invention to Cloud Recesses. Working on it with Sizhui and Jingyi, he begins to heal slowly from the memories and nightmares of his first life, and work through the feelings he never acted on. Lan Wangji is patient, though he has his own burdens to deal as a father, brother, and cultivator.

But someone wants to stop Wei Wuxian at all costs. There are surprises waiting in the memories of his own past. And Lan Qiren has secrets.

A canon-expanding, plot hole filling, heart mending fic with fluff, Junior antics...and some unexpected twists 💞🐇

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fic #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #mdzs fanfiction #post untamed

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rosethornewrites · 2 years

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Tuesday & Wednesday T & G reading

The usual

Finished

Teen:

Honesty is the Best Policy (But it Scares the Living Hell Out of Me), by Elpie (Horribibble)

The rules are clear, and also written directly onto the cliff face.

You genuinely cannot miss them.

So Wangji says, “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, but I am required to punish you.”

And then realizes exactly what it is that seems to have gone wrong.

Or right, when you consider the cosmic implications of running into your soulmate at sixteen years old and immediately threatening to have them spanked for breaking the rules.

(An AU in which you cannot lie in the presence of your soulmate. And this may or may not give Wei Ying hives.)

Paper, String, and Beads, by Lilypad_Frog (3 chapters)

The Wall of Discipline has many rules against luxuries and taking excessive pride in appearance, but it also has regulations mandating their forehead ribbons and robes, even allowing for discrete adornments to denote their position within the sect.

General:

Inquiry, by incendir (2 chapters)

Sizhui cannot fall asleep for a long, long time that night. He hears the ever-familiar melody again. He thinks perhaps he has memorized it by now.

Becoming A Demon And Staying Kind Despite It, by Girl_behind_Books

The life of trans!wwx

the good rain knows its season, by theLoyalRoyalGuard

It’s a cool, rainy day in Yunmeng.

Even in the rain, Wei Ying insists on swimming.

Unfinished

Teen:

You Are Of Their Ilk, by Eleanor_Fenyx (2nd in a series)

Lan Qiren and his nephews have successfully rescued 7-year-old Wei Ying from homelessness on the streets of Yunmeng, and he's overjoyed to finally have a home to go to. He knows - because Master Lan has told him - that the Cloud Recesses have a lot of rules and he might find it hard to live there at first, but he's hopeful that he has finally found where he belongs. They don't really expect him to follow all 3000 rules...right?

Wei Ying blinks hard against the characters swimming in front of his eyes. They steady for a moment, some unknown scribe’s clear, graceful lines sharpening briefly before they go all blurry again with a fresh round of tears. Wei Ying presses his lips together and continues copying anyway - he doesn’t have all the rules memorized of course, he’s not Lan Zhan, but this section is, unfortunately, one he’s familiar with.

Running is forbidden.

Causing noise is forbidden.

Sitting improperly is forbidden.

Do not stand incorrectly.

Do not smile foolishly.

Do not use frivolous words.

Do not exult in excess.

Do not laugh for no reason.

He doesn’t need to see them clearly to write them.

One Summer's Day, by slex (slexenskee) (2nd in a series)

Thirteen years after he sealed the Burial Mounds, The Yiling Patriarch opens up his elusive and mysterious Yiling Wei Sect to its very first Discussion Conference. This is most unfortunate for Jin Guangyao, who has a secret he needs to come clean with that he'd wanted to keep hidden in those mists forever.

What he would do to have another chance to see him again. Just like that sparkling, ephemeral afternoon in the Yiling tea shop, this time with Wei Ying held tightly to his side, A-Yuan and a boy— or girl— with his eyes and Wei Ying's smile next to them. He knew it was nothing but a fanciful daydream; no one has come in or out of the Burial Mounds in nearing two decades. There will never be another chance meeting of fate between them, no matter how pleasantly parallel it might seem.

Still, he has an odd feeling about it all. As if maybe this time would be different.

Here With Me, by iamwish

Wen Qing finds him on the roof of where he’s been staying, nursing a jar of Sishu’s wine.

“Wei Wuxian! What are you doing up there?”

Wei Wuxian hasn’t had nearly enough wine to get tipsy, let alone drunk enough for his words to slur, but he slurs them anyway for nostalgia. “What if Lan Zhan doesn’t fall in love with me?”

Wei Wuxian finds himself in the past, a few months before the Gusu Lan lectures, and decides that his best shot at hiding his trauma fixing the future is faking his own kidnapping and asking Wen Qing who all he needs to kill before she or someone she trusts is in charge of QishanWen. Clearly, he thought this through.

Or: Wei Wuxian creates a No War!AU, and then he has to live in it.

General:

Lies and Truth, by parodismal

What happen if Lan Wangji decided to actually check Qiongqi Path after Wei Wuxian leave?

....

It leads to a domino effect towards a new Chief Cultivator

Is it a better?

Or worse?

Cabbages, by dreaming of your qin (sherleigh)

In which Lan Qiren gains a son-in-law.

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

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adversitybloomed · 2 months

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🌸 ┊ for Lan Sizhui @battleguqin continued from 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

Mulan was unable to stop herself from twirling, the heals of her flats off the ground as she moved gracefully like a dancer. ❝ i truly love it. i had no idea a gown could make one feel so... magical ! ❞ she smiled brightly as she spoke, the feeling of the gown swirl around her legs making her feel as if she were a princess off to a ball, instead of a cultivator who was joining her partner for gathering information on a dark cult. truthfully, she was not used to wearing such a beautiful dress and jewelry, for the most expensive outfit that she owned, was her birth mother's hanfu's.

for a moment in time, she allowed herself to be lost in the sensation, his compliment only enhancing her feeling beautiful, before she collected herself as she knew that soon they would be at the door of the party. stopping her twirls she reached to grab hold of his arm as she began to walk normally beside him, her hand running through her loose hair to make sure that it looked presentable. the crystals on the gown shimmered within the lighting of the hall, the fabric finished its final round of the swirl before settling back into place.

his reminder was not lost on her, for she knew the importance of this mission, just as she was aware of how hard Sizhui had worked to gain the trust of a few of their members. ❝ i can behave myself, for i would not do anything that would jeopardize your hard work and a chance for us to do the most good. this is the best way for us to take them down fully, instead of leaving a path open for others to pick up where they left off should we do things impatiently. ❞ her fingers squeezed his arm gently, the promise showing within her touch.

❝ i will play my part as your innocent date. one that is new to the school and who too shy but hoping to make friends. ❞ she paused before raising a brow. it did not surprise her that he had done his research, but his words left some concerns as she had known a few real harpies and how they acted, ❝ i will do as you say... though i do truly hope they are not really harpies because if it is the case, they have a good sense of smell and we might run into some issues. ❞ lifting her gaze, Mulan watched Sizhui for a moment before glancing towards the growing crowd, ❝ are you ready to mingle then, or is there anything else you wish to warn me about before we go in ? ❞

#battleguqin #🌸 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✧ tales of arkham horrors #🌸 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 ✧ response #🌸 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 ✧ thread

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hleonaa · 8 months

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When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场

By MouSanRen

He lay there buried under rabbit ears of wires, warmed by a thin blanket, breathing, breathing, never truly still, but never animated, either.

“A-Xian,” Jiang-gugu said with a forced smile. “Your son and husband are here to see you. And your nephew too. He will be coming very soon.”

A-Yuan ran up to Baba and held his hand.

Sizhui grows up in a changing world, but his comatose father can't change with it. His family is determined to give him the love and forgiveness they didn't give Wei Ying.

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Y’ALL it’s 2am and I just cried my way through this fic and gotta share. It’s one of the best modern AU CQL/MDZS fic I’ve read in a long while. It’s a deeply beautiful recounts of modern China through the eyes of Lan Sizhui and have I mentioned it’s an ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL piece of writing? It has everything from grief to piecing your family together to growing up throughout momentous modernizing years of your country to Lan Wangji’s canonical 13 years of waiting. My god please read this!!!

#the untamed #chen qing ling #wangxian #fic rec #i cried so much now i cant fall asleep

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motivationisdead · 2 years

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I’m just saying, if you needed any proof about how righteous and good of a person Lan Wangji (and Wei Wuxian) is just look at his relationship with his uncle and brother in Wei Wuxian’s second life. Me? I would’ve held a grudge for the rest of my life about Wei Wuxian’s death.

Family tea time would’ve been so awkward. Lan Wangji could’ve been so fucking petty. It’s a credit to himself that he did not take that route but just imagine it for a moment:

LXC: Wangji, perhaps you should come with me to the next cultivation conference.

LWJ: … You want me. In a room. With the other clan leaders.

LXC: *confusedly* … Yes.

LWJ: With the same people that villainized and killed the love of my life.

LXC: *tiredly* There were extenuating circumstances and you know it Wangji-

LWJ: In a room with Jiang Wanyin.

LXC: He is a sect leader-

LWJ: Xiongzhang I can not think of anything I could possibly want less except for Wei Ying’s death. Oh, wait.

LXC: *rethinking all of the potential political damage LWJ could do* … Perhaps it would be best if you didn’t go after all.

LWJ: If you insist.

***

LQR: Wangji, there’s a meeting with the elders you’re required to attend.

LWJ: I see. Would it be appropriate to thank them for whipping me within an inch of my life before or after they start airing their grievances about Wei Ying?

LQR: Wangji!

LWJ: My apologies Uncle. I don’t know what else we could possibly have to discuss though.

LQR: … *through gritted teeth* Never mind.

LWJ: Of course Uncle. If that’s your final decision.

LQR: *eye starts twitching*

***

LXC: Congratulations on your marriage to Wei-gongzi.

LWJ: *nuetrally* Thank you Xiongzhang. Your approval means a lot to me after your sworn brother turned the entire cultivation world against him and helped bring about his destruction.

LXC: *downs his tea like it’s a shot of vodka*

***

LQR: How is Sizhui doing?

LWJ: … Sizhui. Your grandson.

LQR: *warily* … Yes.

LWJ: He’s spending time with Wen Ning. *looks LQR dead in the eyes* His uncle.

LWJ: His only family by blood still alive in fact. For a given definition of alive.

LWJ: Because you helped lead a siege on the rest of his remaining relatives. Who were all non-cultivators. After Wei Ying saved them from a labor camp.

LQR: …

LWJ: He’s doing well thank you for asking. More tea Uncle?

***

*Lan Wangji every time he and Wei Wuxian run into his Uncle*

LWJ: Uncle. You remember Wei Ying.

LQR: Yes-

LWJ: *interrupting* My husband.

LQR: I know who he is Wangji-

LWJ: *continuing unfazed* The Yiling Patriarch. Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation-

LQR: For God’s sake Wangji! HE’S BEEN LIVING WITH US FOR TWO YEARS! I remember who he is!

LWJ: Of course Uncle. I’m simply concerned about whether or not your age is catching up to you.

WWX: *chokes on his laughter*

LQR: *storms off*

***

LXC: Wangji you can’t do this forever.

LWJ: *diplomatically* If you say so Xiongzhang.

LXC: … Hypothetically though how long are you going to do this?

LWJ: *cryptically* I can neither confirm nor deny anything.

LXC: *regrets everything with more intensity than usual*

#mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan xichen #lan qiren #yes i do know what happened is not entirely their fault #would that have stopped me?#absolutely not #incorrect quotes

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manhasetardis · 4 years

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LWJ wants to be a dad

I love how much lwj wants to raise kids with wwx.

We have the first moment he realizes this in Yiling when he meets a-Yuan.

He is surprised to learn that a-Yuan is wwx’s son, but he immediately, with zero hesitation, just goes. No, he’s our son.

A whole new world just opened up for him. There’s nothing else on his mind. Head empty just how do I ask my not-really-even-friend-anymore with whom I am most deeply in love and who is currently being hunted down if I can adopt his son so we can raise him together?

Like, seriously, I cant handle this! Five minutes ago he had no idea he wanted to be a parent and now he’s imagining his future raising this child with wwx. Life sure is unpredictable.

The betrayal! He can’t believe wwx would do this. Wei Ying, this is NOT how we are going to raise our son. If you ask him which toy he likes best, you have to buy it for him. How can you be so heartless? We will have to have a conversation about this. For now I hope my glare conveys that this CANNOT happen again.

This is all he has ever wanted, to be hugged by his son with wwx as co-parent.

Obviously, we all know that he doesn’t get exactly that. he has to raise a-Yuan alone, and does an exceptional job, because he is a great dad and Lan Sizhui is the best boy.

But then we have the other moment when he meets Mianmian’s daughter.

He is so soft, he has such a soft spot for children. He just starts fantasizing about being a dad again.

I can tell you are being adorable again Wei Ying but I am too busy choosing the name of our future child.

They act like a married couple. Wei Ying is right in assuming that he can promise my money, everything I own is yours Wei Ying. And I am very glad my glare all those years ago worked. When you make a promise to a child you have to keep it.

This is too much. Wei Ying pouting so adorably in front of a little girl sure can’t be allowed. There has to be some rule about this. Wait, does this mean that I might see this all the time now I’ve decided we will raise a child? This time we might actually be able to raise a child together.

They are both amazing parents but i just love that every time lwj sees a child near wwx he just decides that they will be dads together. He can’t help it.

Wangxian Thoughts (4/?)

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #fytheuntamed #theuntamededit #mdzsedit #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #lwj #cql meta #cql memes #the untamed meta #the untamed memes #the untamed edit #wei wuxian #wwx #wangxian thoughts #1k

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angstymdzsthoughts · 3 years

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A-Yuan is Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's son AU! - Jin Ling

"But I don't understand!" Jin Ling yells, frustrated, "Jiu Jiu is your real father! Lotus Pier should be your home! I know the Lan raised you, but that doesn't mean you can't reunite with Jiu Jiu now that everyone knows the truth and knows that Wei- that Wei Wuxian isn't evil anymore! Jiu Jiu won't say it but I know he wants both of you back home with him! You're family, and family should stay together!"

"Oh, give it a rest, Young Mistress", Jingyi threw up his hands. They'd been on this night hunt for barely two hours and Jin Ling had been whining about the same thing almost the entire time. He hadn't stopped trying to convince Sizhui to go to Lotus Pier ever since the truth of his parentage was revealed. Sizhui had smiled gently whenever Jin Ling tried to bring it up and politely refuted every time, but Jingyi had already been over it exactly twenty minutes into the nighthunt. He didn't have an endless wellspring of patience like Sizhui.

Only it seemed neither did Sizhui. He was moving to get on his sword and Jingyi realised with some amount of disbelief that his best friend, the perfect polite heir of the Lans (so suck it Sect Leader Jiang, everyone knows you abandoned him), was actually about to fly off in the middle of a conversation with an actual Sect Leader (still surprising even if the Sect Leader in question was just the Young Mistress).

"Hey! Where are you going! You can't just fly away from this. I am talking to you, Sizhui!"

Sizhui raised his arm, palm outward in the universal motion for "Stop", and Jin Ling immediately shut up.

When Sizhui spoke, his tone was glacial, and it actually reminded Jingyi of the few times he'd been present when Hanguang-jun deigned to speak to Sect Leader Jiang.

"Number One, my 'real' father is Hanguang-jun, Lan Wangji, honoured Second Master of the Lan Sect. My father is the man who fed me, clothed me, raised me, protected me, taught me and loved me all these years. My father is the man who defended my mother and my family when the cultivation world's greedy, corrupt and the cowardly-" Sizhui bit down on the last word, leaving little doubt who exactly he was referring to, "- turned their backs on us and later had the gall to murder us for their wrongs."

"Number Two, I belong to the Gusu Lan Sect. It may not be the first home I ever had, but it is the one I remember. It is the only home I was given that was not destroyed. It is the place where I grew up, safe, protected, knowing that I was accepted and that I belonged. And I will never recognise any other Sect as my home."

"Number Three, my mother- " Jin Ling flinched as Sizhui's stare somehow became sharper, "- is not and has never been 'evil'. He has been persecuted, he has been taken advantage of, he has ben discarded and betrayed and slandered. But none of those things are a reflection on the honourable person that he is and the rightful things he has always strived to do."

At the chastened look on Jin Ling's face, Sizhui finally softened infinitesimally, and Jingyi watching, let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding.

"Onto number four... you are right. Family should be together." Jin Ling looked up hopefully, but the next words Sizhui spoke dashed his expectations almost immediately, "I am blessed that both my parents, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, have been returned to me, and I believe our family will stay together. This happiness is the least that my parents have earned, and I as their son, will never allow anything or anyone to disrupt it."

Sizhui stepped onto his sword, and Jingyi scrambled to follow. It seemed like nothing was going to save this nighthunt from being officially over. To be honest, it had been doomed the moment Jin Ling came with his misguided idea to speak for Jiang Wanyin in front of Lan Sizhui.

"Oh, and Sect Leader Jin," Sizhui said finally, back to his unruffled politeness, "Number Five." Sizhui was smiling again, but there was a viciousness to his eyes, and a bite to his words that made clear his real feelings, "I don't give a fuck what Jiang Wanyin wants."

#phew #let sizhui say fuck, please #it's always the quiet ones #that deserve a chance to go apeshit #ayuan would like everyone to know that it is lan sizhui NOT jiang sizhui

#submission

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So 'Technically A Cutsleeve?' is very...wishy washy for me lol. Like I know the general direction I'd like the fic to go in, I have the major beats planned out and I have since I first got the idea for it back in 2021. But how I get there is still very much up in the air, and I've written a lot of scenes that I don't even know if I'll use or not anymore. In one version of the fic (that currently exists and I can post it if y'all are curious) Mo Xuanyu and Lan Jingyi admit their feelings to each other when Lan Jingyi is laid up sick in bed while visiting Jinlintai for the first time and Mo Xuanyu comes to help take care of him since he'd already been helping out in the healing pavilion anyway when Jin Ling came to fetch some medicine for him. The problem is that that timeline/series of events doesn't really work out for the fic anymore because of other choices I've made, but I do still love the idea so I can't bring myself to delete the scene.

I also have a short follow-up scene after Jingyi is well again and he and Mo Xuanyu are enjoying their new relationship...but it doesn't make sense anymore, because I can't use the sick scene anymore, and also the timeline really doesn't work out by then. But I still really like that scene too, so I don't want to get rid of it either 😂 All of this to say, since I don't know if it'll make it into the fic or not but I still love it, I thought I'd post it here for WIP Wednesday, so here's that follow-up scene of the two of them walking through the gardens a little while after they've established they want to be together:

-/-

“You’re awfully smug,” Mo Xuanyu notes with a little jostle of their linked arms. “Would you like to share with the class?”

“Nope,” Jingyi replies, not even attempting to stop smirking. “Nothing to share that you don’t already know.”

“Oh?”

Jingyi readjusts his hold on Mo Xuanyu’s arm a bit to bring him in tighter against his side and his smirk only grows as Mo Xuanyu sighs gustily.

“A-Yi it’s been a month, are you still this smug that you wooed me while on your ‘deathbed’?”

“I was on my deathbed!” he protests, not missing the sarcasm in the question. “Sizhui had given me up for a lost cause and was just waiting for nature to run its course! It’s not my fault your taste in men runs towards those who are sickly and coughing up a lung.”

Mo Xuanyu sighs loudly again and for the sake of their bickering Jingyi pretends not to see that he’s smiling. “Fujun’s memory is stunningly accurate and does not at all lean towards exaggeration.”

Jingyi stumbles gracelessly over his feet at the title – Mo Xuanyu is eerily good at that, finding precisely what form of affection is going to hit him the hardest at any given moment. “You do not play fair,” he chastises even as his ears and cheeks burn.

“And you need to find a time to tell Xuan-ge that we’re courting since we’re really doing this. I know I’m eccentric, but we should still do this the right way.”

That sobers Jingyi up quickly and he stops in his tracks to turn to Mo Xuanyu so he can study his expression. He’s beautiful today (as he always is), wearing a full face of makeup and one of his best gowns, miles of fluttering deep blue silk with an orchid huadian between his brows.

“You being weird doesn’t mean I’m not going to court you properly,” Jingyi protests immediately and he sees something tight around Mo Xuanyu’s eyes relax just for a moment. “A-Yu, why wouldn’t I court you properly?”

“Who said you wouldn’t?” Mo Xuanyu deflects instantly, making as if to turn away to continue on their chosen path through the gardens. “I didn’t say you wouldn’t.”

“A-Yu.”

“A-Yi.”

“A-Yu-“

“Okay stop, we already know we can argue like this for hours,” Mo Xuanyu huffs and Jingyi smirks again as his partner gives up so easily. He’s rewarded with a shove that he immediately counters with one of his own, though after a moment he turns it into an excuse to reel Mo Xuanyu in, tuck him against his chest to hold him close. They’re alone in the gardens, no one yet aware that they should be accompanied by a chaperone, and so he brings Mo Xuanyu in close and presses his cheek to the side of his head.

“I’m going to do this right,” he murmurs quietly against Mo Xuanyu’s silken hair, currently caught up in a complicated updo full of little pins and a pair of blue-jeweled buyao pins. “You deserve all the same things that everyone else gets when they’re courting, anything you want, and I want to give them to you.” Jingyi’s breath catches when Mo Xuanyu slides his slender hands up his chest to curl around the back of his neck, cool and comforting and tugging him downwards so Mo Xuanyu can lean in and press their foreheads together (being mindful of his own huadian and Jingyi’s ribbon, which he hasn’t touched yet).

“What if I wanted to say fuck it and elope?”

Jingyi snorts at that and nudges the tips of their noses together for a moment before he straightens again, arms still loosely wrapped around Mo Xuanyu’s waist. “Fine, let’s go find your brother then and bow to him and then you can come back with me to Gusu so we can bow to Qingheng-Jun and Lan-xiansheng.”

“Oh gods you’d actually do that, wouldn’t you?” Mo Xuanyu marvels and Jingyi smiles widely.

“Anything you want, A-Yu, I’m serious. So be careful what you ask me for.”

Mo Xuanyu stares at him for another handful of moments like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing before he gives himself a visible shake and withdraws to link their arms again and the gesture makes Jingyi’s heart stutter in his chest just as much as it had that very first time. They don’t get much longer to enjoy each other’s private company as they’re soon joined by one of the nursemaids bringing little Jin Ye to Mo Xuanyu, but even then his heart doesn’t get a break.

“Do you remember A-Ling’s friend Lan Jingyi?” Mo Xuanyu asks the toddler perched in his arms as the three of them walk together (now spaced appropriately apart). Jin Ye shakes her head ‘no’ and pops her thumb in her mouth as she regards him with evident imperious distrust. Jingyi does his best to look properly chastised by her glaring rather than utterly charmed. “He’s Yu-shushu’s second favorite person in the whole world, so you have to be nice and show him what to do since you’re my very favorite, okay?” Jin Ye considers that for a long moment, little bottom lip pouting out impossibly far, and then she nods and Mo Xuanyu gives her a smacking kiss to the cheek that makes her giggle. How in the world is Jingyi not supposed to fall in love?

#the untamed fanfic #WIP Wednesday #Mo Xuanyu #Lan Jingyi #Mo Xuanyu/Lan Jingyi #Technically A Cutsleeve?#basically I have way too many feelings about them and no idea what to do with them all lol

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