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wangxianficrecs · 4 days

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Now it's just too late to turn around by kokozy

Now it's just too late to turn around

by kokozy

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either. Kay's comments: I may be biased, because this work was written for me and is a remix of my own story Justice, but, I really enjoyed this one! This is based on the idea that Lan Wangji was supossed to die from his punishment, but lived, and now the Lan Sect has to deal with it and it makes them bitter and also showcases their own hypocrizy. This story is from Sizhui's POV and tells the story of how he grew up in the Lan Sect and how he realized that something was very off, but the puzzle pieces only started connecting when Mo Xuanyu turned up. I loved this focus on Sizhui and the general vibes, it's really sad with a happy ending done right. Excerpt: Out of all of them, Zewu-Jun was the strangest. From the stories he had heard, the Twin Jades of Lan had once been inseparable, two identical drops of water, yet Sizhui had never seen them interact any more intimately than he would do with any of his peers. It was like there was a barrier between them, not allowing them to act like the brothers they were supposed to be. Zewu-Jun questioned Mo Xuanyu’s presence in the Cloud Recesses the hardest yet he had not openly opposed it. The Lan Seniors had all been too eager to let Hanguang-Jun take care of the demonic arm case, taking Mo Xuanyu with him if that meant not having any of them anywhere near Gusu for the time it took to figure out the whole demonic arm ordeal. As Hanguang-Jun wasn’t present in the Cloud Recesses, the whispers became normal conversation instead. Rumours of the return of the Yiling Laozu arose; someone had controlled the Ghost General that day with the Dancing Goddess, and someone had used the Yin Tiger Tally on the demonic arm somehow. As Hanguang-Jun left, Lan Sizhui could experience for the first time just how deep the whole thing really went. Voices and pointing fingers became the norm. Hanguang-Jun should have died, they said.

pov lan sizhui, canon divergence, parent-child relationship, good parent lan wangji, post-canon, gusu lan sect rules, gusu lan sect bashing, sad with a happy ending, identity reveal, adoption, remix

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in-danmei-hell-send-help · 1 year

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I think what kills me about Jiang Cheng antis is that a lot of their talking points reek of anti survivor rhetoric. As someone who is a survivor and has done a lot of advocacy for victims and survivors of power based personal violence, I want to be the first to inform you that the narrative of the “pretty survivor” (which is steeped in cishet normative, white supremacist, and ableist ideas) is an extremely rare case. Trauma survivors are rarely pretty. The Wei Wuxian’s of the world are incredibly uncommon.

Trauma--especially intense, horrific trauma like what Jiang Cheng went through--often leads to intense issues of anger and hatred. It makes you deeply emotional and can often lead to you becoming unstable. Jiang Cheng lost his entire family and community in the span of a few years. He didn’t have access to therapy (something that literally anyone would need to heal from that), he had to rebuild his entire sect, likely had to fight an uphill battle in order to be a significant part of Jin Ling’s life, all while cleaning up the mess that Wei Wuxian left behind.

This is not to hate on Wei Wuxian, he’s my third favorite character (after Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji) and I love him deeply, but he left behind a legacy that Jiang Cheng had to clean up. Whether or not he realized this would happen, Wei Wuxian created a cultivation path (gui dao/ghost cultivation) that is extremely dangerous and horrific. While I still don’t know if I believe that Jiang Cheng killed every demonic cultivator he came across, I don’t know that it was necessarily a bad thing that he did kill them. We’ve talked a lot in the cxc server about gui dao and demonic cultivation and just how much it harms the mind and body. Wei Wuxian is the exception to the rule in having such control over it and even he eventually succumbed to it. If demonic cultivators are causing great harm, then a cultivators job is to stop that harm and the source of it. That may mean killing the demonic cultivator. I think people get mixed up when (I think it was Jingyi) said that Jiang Cheng kills the wrong person. I believe it was @twilightarc-gm who said that “wrong” doesn’t imply innocent but rather the fact that the person isn’t Wei Wuxian. We know that Jiang Cheng spent thirteen years trying to find Wei Wuxian and when he does find him, he doesn’t kill him despite having literally every reason to.

Like idk y’all, if the guy that got my entire clan wiped out, my sect burned down, and caused the deaths of my sister and her husband died and came back from dead, I wouldn’t just threaten him with a dog and yell at him. I would kill him. But he doesn’t he has every opportunity to in multiple instances after confirming that it’s Wei Wuxian, but he never does. He seems more interested in dragging Wei Wuxian home (literally stating that he’s going to bring Wei Wuxian home to Lotus Pier to kneel before his parents’ graves). Like that doesn’t imply that he’s going to kill Wei Wuxian, but rather make him repent.

I think it’s telling that despite a lot of Jiang Cheng’s hurt and pain, he still chooses to not severely hurt or kill Wei Wuxian, it would be within his right to do so, but in the end after it’s all over, he let’s Wei Wuxian go. He doesn’t tell Wei Wuxian that he sacrificed himself for him, because he knew that Wei Wuxian would feel guilty and obligated to him, just like Wei Wuxian knew Jiang Cheng would feel guilty and obligated. That to me shows a survivor choosing to break the cycle of hurt and pain and I have to question why Jiang Cheng antis so often choose to ignore the side of him that does love Wei Wuxian (it’s up to the viewer whether they see that love as romantic or platonic), enough so to let him go and not burden him with pain.

Jiang Cheng’s story and character arc is at it’s core about trauma, survival, and rising above dire circumstances despite the odds. He attempts the impossible and manages to succeed in it. And to ignore that is a disservice to his character, survivors of trauma, and the effort MXTX put into creating such a complex and interesting character.

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hxnguxng-jxn · 1 year

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hi can you do a scenario of lan zhan y/n wei ying y/n hasn't been eating much so they feed him the scenario is that y/n is sitting on the edge of the water and lan zhan is behind kissing his neck and his lips while wei ying is in the water between his legs kissing his thighs making him gasp and lan zhan put a strawberry between his lips if y/n doesn't eat he won't be able to have more pleasure (it doesn't have to be explicit if you don't feel comfortable it can be subtle and I like the dialogue)

Writers Note(s): The first few lines confused me but I did get it in the end, Anon! I can do this for you, and I made it more sensual like a post-Wedding honeymoon thing if you don't mind! ^^ I also used more Chinese based fruits for this, for accuracy!

Info on Reader: Reader is confirmed AMAB in this work. The Reader is mentioned to not have healthy eating habits; can be because of personal reasons, the clan wars, and/or anything. Reader is pampered here in a sensual manner, if you don't like please steer away.

Timeline: Post-canon, WangXian/Reader decided to have a proper honeymoon and left the Cloud Recesses for a short while. Inn is ambiguous.

🔴 Slightly suggestive content, be warned. It's more pampering and soft, but it is sensual and hinting.

Fujoshis and Fem Readers DNI || Enjoy your read!

The long time it took your group of three to finally get to the inn Wei Ying recommended, it was already time to rest and close your doors.

The honeymoon phase of your tri-elopement has been so bitter and filled with war, mystery, and more negativity then you'd like to recall. Your younger self, if you ever could tell them about this, would be horrified from start to finish. Your stomach felt hollow, yet full of cotton as you think back on the events yourself.

By the time Wei Wing had secured your party a room for a few days and Lan Wangji had borrowed the kitchen to make a basic meal for your travels; they both found you dead asleep and refusing to wake on the mat while they ate.

Even during breakfast, you only ate the bowl of glutinous rice that was put in front of you and took some of the grilled wontons to quell your stomach sending up unpleasant pangs. Sadly, it seemed that while exploring the town, that was the only time they saw you eat. Your jug of water was refilling a lot, compared to your plate at home.

Reflecting on the food habits of your travels and here at the inn and resort, you should have expected that these two handsy husbands would come up with something like this.

... When you finally are led where they wanted you, sitting on the pools rim while fully dressed and Wei Ying holding onto your robe, you feel Wei Ying saddle as close as possible while picking up a cherry.

While the inns personal bath is outside, it is surrounded by a fence that you are glad exists. You had been escorted in by Lan Wangji and in the large spring of water, you could see Wei Ying already in the water and messing with a bowl of fruit on the pools edge. You recognize said fruit had been bought in a shopping frenzy by Wei Ying earlier, so you suspected they were up to something...

And you were right. Very right.

Said cherry ended up at your lips and Wei Ying teases out an, "Say ahhhh..." before you got the hint. Eating it earns you a cheeky "attaboy" from him too.

Lan Wangji is the one who speaks up to explain this new situation to you as your robes soak in the water. "You haven't eaten well. It's our honeymoon. Eat." Lan Wangji ends the sentence with a kiss to your neck.

Wei Ying chimes in next with an apple slice between his index and thumb. "We've noticed that you haven't been eating well and we, as your husbands, just want to treat you a bit. We can't allow our husband to go hungry, can we?"

As he states that, he puts the slice onto your lips again and your stomach gives a pang as you eat it from your husbands hand. As you see him smile at your agreement, you feel Lan Wangji give an airy kiss to your shoulder as he pulls down your collar.

Oh... Oh, they were clever.

They were very passionate lovers, you knew that as you've been there for every walk of life with them. From Lan Wangji's first drinks in public with you and Wei Ying all the way to late night escapades during a clan war, you've known them to be handsy and very reckless. And it seems in this inn they'll risk letting the owners see them just to be loving on you.

You expected Wei Ying to feed you again, but the only one properly in pool attire in the water was more enamored with reaching up your robes and cradling your legs. Wei Ying pushes up the wet clothes and kisses up from your ankle to your knee as your face heats.

You're so enamored with Wei Ying that the new cherry at your lips startles you for a second before you hear again. "Eat."

You do and you're rewarded with Wei Ying biting wherever he lands, and you let out a gasp as an answer. Lan Wangji was gentler in his approach as he kissed at your neck, but you can hear his own breath speeding up as you gasp. Lan Wangji was next and fed you a piece of persimmon, and eating it earned you a kiss on the jaw from Lan Wangji himself.

"Good boy, good boy..." Wei Ying soothes as he relaxes further in the water till he is just bobbing carefree between your legs in the pool. "You're starting to get the hang of it. You snack, and we'll take care of the rest."

"It seems you two just like feeling me up and added fruit into the mix." You tease as you notice Lan Wangji slipping a hand to your sash to loosen your layers of clothes. You suspect eventually you might have to go in the water fully at this rate. "What do I get out of this, hm? I'll have to work off all this sugar if we're not care..."

Wei Ying grabbed at a starfruit as you were talking and slipped it between his own lips and held it there as he listens to you talk, and after you were trailing off he grinned with it in between his teeth.

You look at how smug he is and question him. "Wei Ying? What are you... ?"

And he seals his lips to yours with sudden movement. Lan Wangji was undoing your sash and robes, kissing and nipping your neck as Wei Ying attacked your lips. The starfruit was cut small and you feel the ridges pass your lips as your husband in front of you tangles his fingers in your hair. It was a tart, sweet, and stinging kiss.

Lan Wangji, who's been far too passive in the verbal department, seems to have his dam broken as he watches his two husbands make out before him. Lan Wangji's voice hitches as he is the one to answer your question from earlier.

"Passion..."

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 7 months

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Bitemarks

I swear I set out to write a romantic, smutty ficlet - and then something terrible happened.

This is written for point 27 of @sasukimimochi's fall drawing/writing challenge that you can find here.

Warnings: explicit content, mental distress, ptsd symptoms, trauma

Enjoy <3

Wei Wuxian keens, arching into his husband's touch as pleasure burns endless waves from where they're connected. With half lidded, glassy eyes, he seeks the other's expression and moans helplessly at the gaze that meets his, hot with desire and affection all the same.

He opens his mouth to say something about it, about how good he feels and how unfair it is that Lan Wangji is just so skilled at everything, including sex - but his mouth is taken into an unforgiving, rough kiss, the other's thrusts becoming just as merciless with little warning.

Wei Wuxian can do nothing but moan inside Lan Wangji's mouth, legs tightening around his hips as if to spur him on - and just that happens, so much so that Wei Wuxian has to tear his mouth away from his husband's, to both moan and breathe and beg.

But yet again, Lan Wangji sets out to keep him quiet and bites into the side of his neck, just enough to bring back color into the faded bitemark decorating the base of Wei Wuxian's throat.

He screams - but not in pleasure or delight, like Lan Wangji expected him to, like he usually does. Instead, it sounds like a scream of fear, a sound that's almost haunting in the desperation it holds.

Lan Wangji is quick to stop and look towards Wei Wuxian for an explanation - instead, he is met with wild, tearful eyes, his complexion ghostly white as his body has gone rigid, every muscle tense.

Because Wei Wuxian is no longer in bed, writhing in the throes of passion with his husband, in the warmth and safety of their marital home. He is alone, coreless and injured in the Burial Mounds, desperately trying to fight off the starving ghouls and corpses that claw at his flesh, seeking life and revenge.

He sees the tall, endless peaks of dark resentment cave in on him, splitting open as if unhinging their jaws to swallow him whole and tear him apart until not even a shred of soul is left of him.

He hears the cacophony of voices screaming, crying, laughing, singing in his ears, making fun of his torment, lamenting his fate and their own all at once.

He feels cold, scaly hands grasp at him, formless limbs entangle with his own, the stench of decay fills his nostrils and he's motionless against the claws that reach to tear into his skin, made a voyeur to his own destruction because he can't look away-

And then it all stops.

Wei Wuxian blinks as if awoken from a dream, and finds himself in Lan Wangji's arms, a steady stream of spiritual energy emitting from him as he hums their song lowly.

He looks up at the man, who brings the song to a lull, and runs a gentle hand through Wei Wuxian's hair, visibly relieved. "How do you feel?"

Wei Wuxian tries at a smile but does not succeed. "Better now... I'm...I don't know what that was, I..."

Lan Wangji holds him tightly against his chest and soothes his hands over the other's back as he inevitably begins to sob. There is nothing Lan Wangji can do but be present and loving, kissing at Wei Wuxian's forehead and reassuring him over and over that he is safe, that nothing could ever harm him now, that he is loved.

And ever so slowly, the crying stops.

Lan Wangji does not ask. He knows that there are things he may not understand about Wei Wuxian and experiences the other would rather not speak about.

That is especially the case about his life in the Burial Mounds in the three months he vanished back then.

So when Wei Wuxian finally stops crying, Lan Wangji does not expect him to talk about it.

But he does.

And Lan Wangji thinks he will be forever haunted by what he's heard.

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

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gentil-minou · 5 months

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Chapter Four of once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time where all of jianghu has been cursed to live miserable lives in modern times without their memories and only Wei Wuxian can save them...except he doesn't remember either.

Wangxian + A-Yuan | Ch 4 | 11K | Rated M

Specific Chapter CW: Smut scene (masturbation, body worship)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Curses, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion

Chapter Summary

Lan Wangji spent the last few years honing his morning routine into an efficiently precise art form. Everything had gone exactly according to plan, executed perfectly, as befitting a proper Lan. Except this past weekend was a significant deviation from all of that. This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying. Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash. -- Lan Wangji is still reeling from his disastrous encounter with the strangely familiar Wei Ying, but perhaps fate's design will offer him a second chance.

Preview under the cut

This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash.

Monday morning, he begins his day by oversleeping and missing his natural wake-up time by twenty minutes. He, for the first time ever, groggily rolls out of bed, searching fruitlessly for his phone which he normally keeps on the dresser on the far side of the room. He finds it buried amongst the sheets in which he’d spent the night before tossing and turning as he'd checked his email and messages again and again.

He commits mistake after mistake as he hastily tries to fix his bed, ruining creases that had been strategically embedded into the sheets by years of habit. He finds himself growing increasingly agitated, breath huffing in almost a growl. At last, Lan Wangji surrenders and stumbles into the bathroom, leaving the red fleece blanket he’d bought yesterday spontaneously in a messy pile at the center of the bed.

His morning meditation is useless and he ends it after five minutes where an endless chorus of Lan Zhan! sings inside his head. He puts his sneakers on left foot first instead of right, nearly tripping over them, and even inputs the wrong code for the security system three times before finally arming it.

He misses a turn on his run and ends up taking a different route around the lake that requires Lan Wangji to double back along the beach. He grits his teeth as his sneakers collect enough coarse sand to construct a sandpit in his backyard.

When Lan Wangji at last arrives back home, he immediately enters the kitchen and downs a glass of water in a single gulp. The glass nearly shatters when he slams it onto the counter, out of breath and feeling even more disconcerted than he did when he woke up.

Then, he stares at the spot where Wei Ying had been sitting just twenty-four hours ago. The stool he’d perched on, limbs akimbo like he’d never sat properly at any point in his life. The countertop Wei Ying had leaned on, inching further into Lan Wangji’s space, brown eyes teasing.

He remembers the way Wei Ying had chewed on his bottom lip when he was thinking, how entranced Lan Wangji had been by the freckle under that lip. How every time Wei Ying would gnaw on its dry skin, Lan Wangji had found himself torn between offering him chapstick or biting those lips himself.

How he wouldn’t have even needed that excuse, how close they’d come to him being able to act on his every desire with Wei Ying’s enthusiastic consent…

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wutheringskies · 7 months

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more than the mess of yin iron, demonic cultivation, villian erasures, the second flute, yunmeng "siblings", and wen qing x jc, what pisses me off about the untamed effect is when I was reading a short fic and there's a line like-

Lan Wangji is exhausted from his chief cultivator duties and he simply wants to go to bed. Of course, he knows Wei Wuxian would be waiting for him, all loud and excited - he considers if he could sleep at his brother's but ultimately decides no. Of course. He loves Wei Ying. He will enjoy his chatter. He just isn't in the mood for it right then.

And when he enters Wei Wuxian is quiet, and prepares him a bath while naked (which is what I came for) but it's Lan Wangji liking that he's quiet that made me (Lan Zhan is my blorbo or whatever it is called; he's the sun in my mind) feel so angry because of course, the author must have either only consumed cql or have their novel reading coloured by cql where you know, Lan Wangji abandons Wei Wuxian to make a political career but like, holy fuck!

1. Lan Wangji getting exhausted from duties ? That already sounds OOC. (Sorry, my precious baby.)

2. Lan Wangji considering not going home to Wei Wuxian ??? Like. What. How.

3. Oh, god I've encountered so many fics where Lan Zhan thinks Wei Ying is annoying or too loud (like seriously). Like - firstly, Wei Ying by himself isn't obnoxious the way some people write him; he's chaotic and he's a gremlin, but he's not the stereotype chaotic gremlin because he always had the YLLZ big dick, even-tone, formal speech potential in him. Like, he's not obnoxious or "excessive"; he teased Lan Zhan when he was 15 because Lan Zhan didn't give him attention so he kept upping the scales; by acting all the more outrageous. But that's not his default setting. He's pretty normal, just zealous and Lan Zhan loves that, loves that Wei Ying is someone bright and cheerful and can smile after storms; and that he's loud and brilliant (wait I swear this wasn't supposed to be a Wei Wuxian love letter...)

4. What do you mean that Lan Zhan let Wei Ying do the work for him without him being drunk, without taking care of Wei Ying first, or talking to him about his day or liking that Wei Ying is being quiet? I feel like there's a really massive amount of people who believe Lan Zhan feels bad because Wei Ying didn't do anything much for him in his previous life? So, they make Wei Ying like the stereotype sexy, obedient wife (honestly it's just putting MDZS characters through fandom tropes without interacting with, or worse, criticizing the source material after having a biased read or no read at all of it). Just having the dialogue "no thank you and no sorry" isn't the point; it's about the actual erasing of debts between them ahhh.

Anyway, I'm thankful to those who write MDZS and create content. But as a canon-enjoyer, I guess I need to work harder to find fanfiction based on canon MDZS 😅

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian

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rayan12sworld · 8 days

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💖💙If One for you, then One for us

By:KusakabeNAyako

Summary:

Wei Wuxian was dead. He's been for a while now and he was content with the fact. He even enjoyed it for the most part. Being dead is not like people imagine it. It's just... peace.

At least, it will be.

Once these assholes stop insisting on him coming back.

Chapter:26/?

Words:85,197

Status:discontinue

Of course their bad luck struck when they were the most vulnerable. Of course Wei Ying would accept a deal with the enemy to save them. And now the man was dying again. Something was devouring him alive from the inside out. Draining him. Killing him. And with him, it was killing Lan WangJi too. Because he can’t, no, refuses to live through Wei Ying’s death again. He will do anything in his power to save him. And if he can’t… They’ll need to put another coffin in that pavilion at Burial Mounds.

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When Lan WangJi ripped the door open, the disciple’s head was buried in his Master’s chest. And he was wailing in grief. He felt his legs give away under him, but at the same time, he refused to fall. Rather he approached the two with an aching throat and a hollow heart. When the disciple noticed his presence, the young man pressed his face into his hands. “Two minutes!” He screamed. “You were late by two minutes!” The Lan’s Second Young Master collapsed next to the bed. Shaking porcelain white hands found an equally white face. He was still warm. Burning up even.

Lan Zhan… it’s not over yet…” No. No, not now, please not now! What more could be taken from them? What more could they lose? His embrace growing in force, Lan WangJi buried his face into the man’s shoulder, fighting down a sob. “It must be done. But it will be quick. Now that you’re here… it will be quick.” “How quick?” He muttered, voice muffled by the fabric. Wei Ying let out a huff that could be considered a laugh. “Not twelve years. Based on how much energy you gave me, I’d say a few hours. A day at most.” A day. A single day never sounded more terrifying before.

Wei Ying sounded fainter by each passing moment and Lan WangJi found himself unable to let go just yet. Why can’t these moments last forever? Why can’t they just lay here for eternity, warmed by each other’s presence? Why must they pay the highest price for every single drop of happiness, unable to savor it completely, tainted by the achingly bitter taste of grief? “… Kiss me?” “En.” The kiss tasted like salt and happiness. Grief and hope. It tasted like all those bitter times, wrapped around in the veil of desperation and misery, hope splattered all over them like crimson drops of two bleeding hearts. Cherished moments, so few with so many pain in between, shadowed oases in the Sun scorched desert of a life without each other. In that single kiss, the world had come alive, stars were born and then died out again, all of it flowering bright in a single moment. It felt like coming home. It was a promise. Lan WangJi promised to remain by his side until he wakes up. And that is exactly what he’ll do.

A thought formed in Mo XuanYu’s head. Wei WuXian was the key to ascension. He was one of the necessary obstacles that cultivators needed to overcome in order to achieve true calm and serenity. If one could keep their temper in the same room with him for more than an hour, then they were due the deepest congratulations, they’d passed the test.

Do you have anything to add, Wei WuXian?” Is it just him, or did the temperature really fall at least ten degrees in the room? “Nothing.” Wei WuXian answered with a radiant smile. “At least, nothing child friendly.” The Elder’s eyebrow twitched again. It’s over. They are all going to die. Slowly. Horribly.

"Wei WuXian, are you making trouble again?” The new voice startled everyone out of their trance.

Wei WuXian took on a mischievous, but still approachable smile and inclined his head slightly to the man. “Of course not, Elder Lan! We were just reminiscing about the old days with Sect Leader Jin.” Lan QiRen took his sweet time to answer with a small but slow bow of his head, as if giving his approval. Then he turned to Jin GuangYao and said something that shocked every single person to the core. “I hope you weren’t offended by my nephew-in-law, Sect Leader Jin. You have to understand, he is exhausted and still recovering. I’m sure you’re aware, but we’ve been attacked recently.” …Dead silence. For a few seconds there were no sounds, no movement. Then, slowly, everyone processed what the Lan Elder had just said. Behind Jin Ling, a cultivator let out a high-pitched whine. Jin Ling couldn’t fault him for that. Since…when. When did Wei WuXian, The Yiling Patriarch, the Grandmaster, no, The Founder of Demonic Cultivation marry into the Lan clan? It wasn’t hard to figure out who his…uh… husband is, HanGuang-Jun was relentless when he tried to save the man’s life. But marriage?

Jin Ling saw the disbelief morph into mischief on the Yiling Patriarch’s face and he instinctively knew that this wasn’t the first time they’ve heard this question. The man bit his lower lip as if trying to suppress his laugh

“… that I can call you uncle-in-law now? Uncle Lan?” “I forbid you to be that shameless!” Hissed the older man. “And I expect you to be on your best behavior…” That was all Jin Ling was able to pick up before the nervous chatter drowned out their words. He could still see Mo XuanYu, who had his back turned to his two elders as he pressed both hands to his mouth and laughing silently. Jin Ling scoffed. Of course the two trouble makers would enjoy a catastrophe like this. He didn’t look forward to telling this news to his Uncle Jiang though. He had a feeling that furnitures will break… Maybe even walls.

The Jin Sect certainly wasn’t above using any methods necessary to obtain such knowledge. “That is why you’ll only speak about the technical side of the matter.” Lan QiRen ordered. “You’ll sit beside me and won’t make a single jab at the Jin sect.” “My dear uncle-in-law, you’re asking for a miracle.” The Elder shot him a fierce glare. “Make it happen!” He hissed as they stepped through the doorway.

Just as he was finishing his explanation, he felt the familiar presence in his chest grew stronger and knew that Lan Zhan was about to knock right about… now. And, alas, he was right. Lan XiChen only took a single glance at his smiling face and immediately knew who was on the other side of the door, thus allowing entrance. Lan Zhan didn’t seem surprised by the presence of the Jin Sect, bowing to them without missing a beat. Of course, he wouldn’t show his surprise even if he hadn’t been warned by Wei WuXian about their guests. Once he finished his greetings, his eyes immediately found Wei WuXian who greeted him with a beaming smile. Reaching out with his hand, Wei WuXian made it clear for everyone where he wants his cultivation partner to sit.

Freedom. He knew that Lan Zhan knew. The man could without a doubt feel his longing. In turn, he felt his fear. His terror of going out there, into the dangerous and the uncertain, where threats lurked in every corner, waiting with bated breath for the chance to rip them apart. HanGuang-Jun, the Lan Clan’s Second Young Master is a brave and selfless man. Lan WangJi, is a terrified and protective husband. The two personas clashed every day, and so far, Lan WangJi came out on top again and again and again. His love gave him power. His sense of duty tortured him for it.

(Phoenix wei wuxian)

(Immortal wei wuxian)

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admirableadmiranda · 1 year

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I tried to look through your Tumblr to see if you'd answer this but couldn't find it. I wanted to inquire if BFF WWX & NHS are purely fanon? I know they are friendly during the study arc but was it, 'write to me, we can't lose touch' friendly or 'we see each other every day' classmates friendly.

Either way, I do think they would have been friends if the war didn't happen but I think it would have been secret. Mostly because I think Madam Yu and JC wouldn't like him being chummy with his betters.

Also, did he actually manipulate MXY into sacrificing himself or was MXY just tired and saw it as a way out and a middle finger to his tormenters?

Thanks for your thoughts. I hope you are doing well 😊💞

Hi. Thanks for your patience once again.

Sadly, it was the latter. They were buddies for the extent of the study group and after that in the book, they are never mentioned to communicate again till Wei Wuxian returns from the dead, and even then it's pretty clear that it was a more distant relationship. Wei Wuxian knew him well when they were teenagers, but any actual relationship is all in the past. (Much of this likely comes from CQL where they are actual friends and connect several times in scenes that simply do not exist in the book and people then adding it into their novel based stuff)

It is possible that they could have been friends in a non-war world, depending on how much effort Nie Huaisang was able to put into it. As you say, Madam Yu and Jiang Cheng probably would have not been all that open to the idea, no matter what sort of connection it is, as Jiang Cheng easily gets jealous of anyone who can pull Wei Wuxian's attention from Lotus Pier and Madam Yu is Madam Yu. But Wei Wuxian does require some input from the other side too. As funny as it may be to joke about him doing all the work to make friends, the truth of things is that he needs reciprocation to keep making those overtures. Even he and Lan Wangji struggle till he starts getting something back. If Nie Huaisang isn't putting forth his own effort, it will still fizzle and die.

So I don't really go in for sad boy Mo Xuanyu theory at all, I think that most of Nie Huaisang's influence in this situation would have been when and who. But what we get out of the mess of scribbled notes and the fact that he memorized this ritual back in Jinlintai before he was sent home is that he was a young man who was deeply embittered by the situation he was in and chose to strike back at his abusers even worse. He may have been sweet, but the fact that he memorized a sacrifice and revenge spell points to him having a dark streak even then.

Nie Huaisang's mastery and manipulations are in part finding those who are angry enough or good enough to do the work for him. He takes a very off hand approach to Jin Guangyao's downfall up until the end, letting others who he may not be able to handle or anticipate (Sisi, Bicao, Wei Wuxian himself as well as Lan Wangji taking a much more active approach in the matter) spin his web tighter till Jin Guangyao is already trapped and doomed. While no doubt Mo Xuanyu sacrificing himself to bring Wei Wuxian back into the game is a part of his plan, the amount of personal manipulation needed to bring someone who wouldn't already have had those wishes around to his point of view is a lot more than he's put into anyone else involved. It just doesn't fit with my understanding of the characters and schemes that he would do that. After all, their timing was in sync. That suggests a mutual plan to me.

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a selection of wangxian femslash

in honor of august 21st being fanfic appreciation day, have some f/f wangxian fics!

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Close The Door Next Time (Or At Least Invite Me) by anxiousTypist | E | 6.5k | CW wangxian-typical dubcon

A plumbing mishap leads to Wei Ying sharing a room with Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan comes home to see Wei Ying making herself very comfortable indeed. — Or: Wei Ying fucks her plush bunny toy on Lan Zhan’s bed.

well-loved and taking root by etcetcetc | E | 3k

“But you totally want to knock me up with your eggs if I’m into it,” Wei Wuxian supplies, delighted, already feeling a little shivery with the idea. Lan Zhan fixes her with a stern look. She steps closer, close enough that she can speak into Wei Wuxian’s ear. “Do I?” she asks. She puts a hand low on Wei Wuxian’s stomach, hot even through her clothes. “Is that what you think, Wei Ying? That I want to fuck you long and hard, fill you up so that you can never forget who you belong to?” “Um.” Wei Wuxian swallows, swaying into Lan Zhan’s solid warmth. “That sounds nice,” she says, a little weakly.

the flower path grows thorns (then you reach out to save me) by sleepingyoongi | E | 3.1k

"Do you want me to help?" Lan Zhan asks. Her voice is low and even, a forced effort to hide the desire in her words. Normally, she would never be this bold, this shameless - that's Wei Ying's area of expertise - but something about the early morning, before dawn has even broken yet, makes her brave. "H-help?" Wei Ying stutters, cheeks colouring. "It seems that having an orgasm would help you sleep. I can help you with that." (or: fem!wangxian where wei ying wakes up horny and lan zhan helps out.)

everything is yours series by tapiokay | E | 8.7k total | CW omegaverse

Wei Ying has not fucked her in two weeks. Lan Zhan "forgets" to take her heat suppressants.

sudden, wild and delicate (your fingers | my tongue) by Anonymous | E | 10.1k

After discovering people with vaginas can have multiple and consecutive orgasms, Wei Ying decides to take things into her own hands—quite literally—and put the scientific method to the test to see how many times she can make herself come. Unfortunately, no matter what she does or how much stimulation she gets she can’t ever get past the one. Until she finds herself thinking of her best friend Lan Zhan.

To Dress Her in Your Colors by Eudoxia (@eudoxiav) | M | 4.3k | CW omegaverse

Wei Wuxian's first heat after coming back to life is terrible. Lucky for her, Lan Wangji kindly offers to let her stay at Cloud Recesses for the next one. And if Wei Wuxian steals a robe or two, what's a little robe... borrowing between zhiji? — For the prompt: "Wangxian post canon a/b/o (cql ending based) where wwx keeps stealing lwj's robes for her nest coming back to cloud recesses. they are not together yet but lwj of course keeps leaving them in jingshi for wwx to take without being suspicious. get together when wwx finds out that it has been deliberate"

the day you promised you could lie forever. by lotuslike | E | 7.9k | CW omegaverse

"Wei Ying," she rasps out, pupils blown wide when Wei Ying forces her head up to look at her. Her head feels floaty. She's beginning to feel hot all over, too, sweat sticking behind her knees, under the swell of her breasts, only to be cooled where her skin touches Lan Zhan's, and absently she thinks she should be worried that she may somehow be having a heat stroke. She watches Lan Zhan's nostrils flair, swallow hard, and that brings another gush down her legs. Deliriously, she's sure she's already soaked through her robes and is starting to stain Lan Zhan's, which doesn't help much. "Your heat." ---- Wei Ying unexpectedly gets her first heat in Mo Xuanyu's body, and unintentionally start's Lan Zhan's rut. Shamelessness ensues.

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All right! Fine! I’m in! Can you recommend me your favorite fic in the non-hobbit fandom that you post about a lot? I’m not familiar with it all so a fic that explains canon a little more than an a total AU would be best

No biggie if you don’t want to recommend any hahaha just send me on my way with a ‘no’

Yes! Join us! You must be referring to The Untamed, which is a Chinese drama based on a web novel translated into English under the name The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. It has a lot to recommend it to Hobbit fans! Swords! Legendary monsters! Do you like that scene in the Fellowship of the Ring where the hobbits stumble across the ancient tomb and are almost laid to rest by a barrow-wight, but come out with the Numenorean blades? I have good news about both leveling up weaponry in graveyards and ancient tombs!

If your preferred way to enter a fandom is a fic rec, I have to say A Narrow Bridge by JoLaSalle and FrameofMind is my current favorite. It's a Fix-it-AU that tells most of the early canon through flash back scenes while diverging wildly. I'd say it goes into even more detail than canon about how some aspects of cultivation and demonic cultivation works. Moreover, it has a *lot* to appeal to Hobbit fans. "How do you feel about pastoral novels?" she asked knowingly. Please enjoy two devoted, justice-loving idiots growing radishes in a graveyard, zero feet apart because they are in love.

Okay, so A Narrow Bridge is 700 thousand words. A big part of the appeal of this fandom is how many incredibly writers go for sprawling, epic AUs. There is a library here waiting, if you find you like the blorbos. That said, if you're looking for something a little shorter:

Short and Sexy - if this is what you like in a fandom, my friend, this one has a tremendous amount of well written, niche smut.

River-to-the-Sea Sure by Deastar is ~7k words of heat. This fic is A/B/O, which is not usually my thing. So believe me when I say that it is both extremely sexy and genuinely virtuous. It captures the characters of our main leads and their usual dynamic very well. Interestingly, this is the first in a series of A/B/O Bingo by the author, which somehow manages to keep Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in perfect character no matter their "dynamic". But the dynamic illustrated in this story is the one you meet with most often.

But the rose was awake all night for your sake knowing your promise to me by x_los is ~8k of magical lovemaking. Very magical. Using tentacles of resentful energy...

Midlength Mysteries - my understanding of the genre is that the typical format involves two cultivators traveling together to investigate supernatural mysteries. Here are some of those.

And I will Call You Home by Spodume 42k of a post-canon investigation into some mysterious deaths. This is an interesting example of the ways the monsters in cultivation novels differ from traditional western Dragons In Need of Slaying, ala Smaug. At its core, this is two investigators working a problem, and one very smart protagonist coming up with an answer. Also, the investigators are in love. Love is the answer.

Vagabond by xantissa is 65k of something similar, equally good, with added undertones of gay culture in ancient china. I really adore this one, but maybe read one or two other stories first so the climax has its full impact.

Look Not With the Eyes by Spodume 28k Classic tropes, truly classic mythological creature, absolutely adorable. Is it kind of cheating to recommend two by the same author? Maybe. Do I low key think you should just start with this one? Yes. Two men travel to investigate a mystery. After a strange encounter, they find that everyone they meet falls instantly in love with one of them. The other is totally not extremely jealous, but works hard to solve the mystery and fix this serious problem.

And once you're in deep, hit me up again! I have a million AUs to recommend.

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 Part 3

(Masterpost) (Pinboard) (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Days of Future Past

After they leave Yi City, the gang comes to a proper town where there is a lantern festival going on, or else it's just a town that is really nuts about lanterns.

The juniors go shopping, looking at random trinkets, cell-phone cases, sunglasses, and electric toys that will break as soon as you get them home. Wait, that's my local mall I'm thinking of. But it's the same idea, pretty much.

Judging by the dream catchers hanging up on the right, this particular Ancient-China kiosk is owned by a traveling Ojibwe person.

Sizhui experiences a callback to symbolism from the past as he looks at an array of toy insects.

Jin Ling toy shames him, and Lan Jingyi comes to his defense.

Toys are for every age, people. Even if you outgrow one style of play, there's a lot of ways to enjoy toys, including tucking them in your robe and pulling them out to look at them whenever you have a memory cascade.

When Sizhui was young, he looked at toys with Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian didn't give him the toys, however, because "asking is asking, buying is buying." For Wei Wuxian, there was always a vast chasm between what he wanted and what he could actually have. Lan Wangji, of course, promptly gave A-Yuan toys, including a version of this grass butterfly.

The last time we saw A-Yuan with the butterfly is the last time A-Yuan saw Wei Wuxian. WWX frightened him and he dropped his butterfly, and everything went to shit after that. So I think it's fair to say the butterfly symbolizes some stuff.

(More after the cut!)

Jingyi points out to Sizhui that they have all of this same stuff at home in Gusu, which is what happens in a franchise-based retail economy.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian enter the market together, but Wei Wuxian quickly runs ahead, enjoying the energy and the sights. Grown-up Lan Wangji, unlike his younger self, seems perfectly comfortable in this crowded and busy environment.

Lan Wangji pauses at a seller's stall to experience his own callback to the past, as he contemplates a lantern with rabbits on it.

Here the show the show restrains itself and does not show us a flashback to the rabbit lantern of the past. That's ok, though; the first lantern scene is one of the most memorable in the show, so we can just replay it in our heads.

Back then, Wei Wuxian made a special lantern for Lan Wangji, and they released it together. That was the first time we saw Lan Wangji smile, and it's also when Wei Wuxian's pledge of chivalry turned their mutual interest/attraction into something much deeper.

While Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui are contemplating lost things from the past (sky lanterns, by their nature, are losses, but in a nice way), Wei Wuxian is confronting one of his own losses.

He sees a little kid running to a vendor, and his mind's eye sees A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian's reaction to the child, and he stops looking at the lantern to watch Wei Wuxian instead.

When Wei Wuxian realizes that the child is not, in fact, A-Yuan, the air goes out of him.

Is it too cruel of me to point out that while Wei Wuxian's heart is breaking from realizing that A-Yuan could not possibly be shopping for toys in this market, the real A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui, actually is shopping for toys in this market?

Wei Wuxian allows himself to feel things, for a moment--and when he turns around and sees Lan Wangji watching him, he doesn't immediately paste a fake smile onto his face, which is some kind of relationship growth.

Lan Wangji takes this opportunity to say "hey, Wei Ying, I forgot to mention that A-Yuan isn't dead."

Ha ha ha ha ha of course he doesn't say that. He's waiting for the right moment to share this information, and Lan Wangji has no idea what constitutes a right moment for verbalizing anything. If he can't use his sword to communicate his devotion or his disappointment, he's in a pickle.

Also, Lan Wangji is aware of the popular Wuxia trope of "lone survivor of a massacred clan grows up to seek revenge," and the rules say you can't reveal the survivor's identity until they have gotten a job as the bodyguard and/or concubine of their enemy's innocent heir. Sizhui has made a good start by befriending Jin Ling, but he's not showing much inclination to revenge, so Lan Wangji is stuck for now.

Like a Lantern in the Dark

When Wei Wuxian sees the lantern next to Lan Wangji, he breaks into a genuine, sunny smile, and runs up to very gently tease LWJ about it.

Like a lantern in the dark, Follow on now, follow your heart

Back then the lantern had a single rabbit, and was a gift from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji said he's used to doing things alone, and Wei Wuxian said that he can change. This rabbit lantern has two rabbits, and is about to be a gift from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian. Because Lan Wangji has changed.

"Lan Zhan, let's buy it"

Wei Wuxian has also changed. He asks for what he wants, instead of just wishing, and is delighted when Lan Wangji gives it to him. The lantern, people. Lan Wangji gives the lantern to him.

They take the lantern together, walk with it together, and immediately give it to (their son) Sizhui, telling him to take good care of it. Sizhui is confused but Jingyi knows what's up. Look how happy he is that his favorite teacher has a boyfriend.

I'm pretty sure ceremonial lantern-giving is going to be incorporated into Gusu weddings from now on, at least weddings where there is already a kid who needs a special role in the ceremony.

Brotherly

The kids tell Lan Wangji that Zewu-Jun is here to see him, and Lan Wangji makes this face:

Holy fuck, what is going on between the Lan brothers? It occurs to me that we haven't seen them together since Wei Wuxian came back to life. They were close, in the before times, but 33 lashes and 3 years of forced seclusion might have changed things.

Wei Wuxian gets back into his mask, and they go and show the sword spirit to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen...absorbs it...into his body? What is actually happening here?

I mean, it looks cool, but that can't be healthy.

Now that Nie Mingjue's body has been - mostly - found, his fears are confirmed. He says that Nie Mingjue qi-deviated in public and "all his veins were broken," which I'm pretty sure should actually be translated "all his meridians were broken." Meridians are what carry your qi around your body. After that happened, nobody knew what happened to him and/or his body.

So he's sad about this, but not shocked. I feel like Lan Xichen maybe could have tried harder to find out what happened, but he never was as stubborn as Lan Wangji.

You Don't Know Him Like I Do

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji point out that Jin Guangyao is the obvious suspect in the current situation, but Lan Xichen doesn't want to hear it; he literally turns his back on them while he explains all the reasons Jin Guangyao couldn't be the person who's in control of the Yin tiger seal.

Lan Wangji is hard to read in this conversation; he lets Wei Wuxian do the talking. But he seems deeply suspicious of Jin Guangyao, and is maybe kinda resigned to his brother refusing to hear him.

I wonder how many sketchy things Lan Xichen has forgiven, over the years? How many does Lan Wangji know about?

"He wouldn't do that"

Lan Xichen's statement here is a direct parallel to Lan Wangji's statement way back in epsiode 21, which is the last time we saw the brothers talking about anything besides battle strategy.

Back then, Lan Xichen asked about the deaths at the supervisory office - you know, all those people who killed themselves in horrible ways and/or were killed by vengeful spirits. He wanted to know if WWX killed them using Yin Iron. Lan Wangji said nope, not my sweetie, he sure didn't.

"He wouldn't do anything like that."

Same framing, same camera angle, same blocking. Same message: the one I love would not do bad things using Yin iron. But - here's the thing - Lan Wangji was flat-out lying in that earlier conversation. He saw Wei Wuxian doing forbidden stuff and got in a huge-ass fight with him about it, only to deny it to his brother.

Parallels being what they are in this show, I think this is a strong suggestion that Lan Xichen is knowingly lying in the current conversation.

If we look back at that previous conversation, when Lan Wangji asked Lan Xichen "how can we understand someone's heart?" Lan Xichen gave a surprising answer.

"When looking at someone, you[...]shouldn't use a clear right or wrong, black or white to judge them. What matters is what their heart believes in."

When this conversation happened, it seemed that he was giving Lan Wangji advice about his Wei Wuxian situation, but in retrospect, I think he was thinking about Meng Yao, who had recently murdered a guy and defected to the Wen clan.

In the present moment, I think Lan Xichen knows that Jin Guangyao is sketchy, but he also believes there are some lines his friend won't cross. (He doesn't know yet about the fratricide, patricide, and filicide, or the massacre of the sex workers in the brothel where JGY grew up.) I don't think any of these guys really believes that "Yin iron" is one of those uncrossable lines.

The conversation is interrupted by the juniors having a loud argument inside about whether Wei Wuxian is The Worst, or merely bad. Lan Sizhui started this by very very mildly defending demonic cultivators. Jin Ling is super upset, because of the whole "Wei Wuxian killed my dad" and "Uncle Jiang Cheng frequently reminds me to kill people like Wei Wuxian and feed them to my dog" situation.

Lan Wangji immediately drops the important conversation he is having to go inside and deal with the more important problem of a child talking shit about his boyfriend.

Busted

The moment that Lan Wangji goes inside, Lan Xichen addresses Wei Wuxian by name, letting him know that he's recognized him. Watching him fondle his untouchable didi's shoulder might have been a clue. Wei Wuxian is alarmed but makes a quick recovery.

Lan Xichen is surprisingly kind to Wei Wuxian at the same time as being extremely extremely wary of him. He's not pleased to see him, and Wei Wuxian's 1000 watt smile and apparently genuine pleasure in greeting him properly receives a chilly response.

Wei Wuxian gently asks Lan Xichen to think about what they've discussed, but he doesn't press. He gives him time and space to think. In a way, Wei Wuxian is better at handling Lan Xichen than Lan Wangji is; Lan Wangji's stubbornness makes him inclined to push. Wei Wuxian is better at fitting his tactics to the situation.

He says his bit and then leaves Lan Xichen to think things over in peace.

Soundtrack: Follow the Heart by Yaima

#restless rewatch: the untamed #lan xichen #lan wangji #lanterns #twin prides #canary3d-original #the untamed gifs #the untamed #ep39

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Prompt: WWX and NHS's adventures in both children's storybook and adult porn publishing

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“It’s not that we lie,” Nie Huaisang explained to the very nice lady at the convention booth next to his. They’d both been placed at complete random by their publishers, or possibly the organizers of the literary convention they were attending; at any rate, not knowing someone had never stopped Nie Huaisang from pouring his sorrows into their ears. “It’s that no one ever believes us.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, look at me,” Nie Huaisang used his fan to gesture at himself. “I mean, really look at me. I’m soft. Round-faced. A bit chubby, even. Short. Harmless. Cheerful.”

“Well, of course you are, dear! Not, mind you, that those are anything bad to be.”

“They aren’t! Standing alone, I’m sure no one would judge me purely based on my looks – authors come in all shapes and sizes, wouldn’t you say…? But, you see, the problem is that I’ve shacked up with…him.”

Him being Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian was tall, dark, and rakish. He had a devilish smirk and swagger, and he looked like trouble.

He was trouble.

What he was not, however, was an author of pornography.

Unfortunately, everyone thought he was.

See, there’d been a fairly terrible mix-up at some point. Wei Wuxian had moved out of his home – there’d been a fairly complicated sequence of events which Nie Huaisang was no longer even trying to keep track of, which given his usual love for all sorts of terrible gossip was saying something – and ended up briefly in Yiling with a group of Wens in what was an even more complicated sequence of events, but long story short…really, honestly, this was the short version…he’d ended up getting his happy ending, true love and all.

(The true love, Nie Huaisang wanted to be clear, was not Nie Huaisang. This was something that was very important to make clear, on account of Lan Wangji – the true love in question – being exceptionally jealous and also rather viciously petty, albeit only in ways that Nie Huaisang would notice. They were childhood sandbox enemies, these things stuck around.)

Anyway, finding a happy ending didn’t necessarily excuse Wei Wuxian from having to make a living, so he’d decided to become employed. Only, see, for all of his talent and competence, Wei Wuxian actually wasn’t very good at the whole ‘daily work’ thing. He could work non-stop for three days, then sleep for a week, he could work wonders and be competent at everything, but with his problems with authority, quick mouth and quicker temper…well, he couldn’t keep a job.

Now, again, this wouldn’t necessarily seem to be a problem, as Wei Wuxian had grown up shoulder-to-shoulder with a wealthy family (Jiang Cheng might sulk all he’d like about some of the aforementioned not described complicated sequence of dramatics and all, but he’d probably shove an unlimited credit card and a new apartment into Wei Wuxian’s hand if Wei Wuxian would take it) and had also married a very wealthy husband (it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility for even casual acquaintances to have heard of Lan Wangji, actually, though usually under the name by which he was better known, ‘Hanguang-jun’), and he also had a fair set of wealthy friends – Nie Huaisang included – but apparently Wei Wuxian didn’t like the feeling of being a kept man.

(More fool him. Being a kept man was awesome…not that Nie Huaisang would know about that. The only person who kept him was his extremely long-suffering older brother.)

Anyway.

Long story short – too late, yes, but whatever – at any rate, when Nie Huaisang – who was an author of pornography, and an exceptionally good one, too, with a range that spanned the high-brow type that was traditionally known as erotica and the much more pedestrian smut that made up the majority of sales – went to go visit his dear friend Wei Wuxian, he found him telling stories to a bunch of fascinated little brats that he’d been babysitting. Having listened to them and thinking they were quite good, he suggested that Wei Wuxian take up a writing career similar to his own.

Only, you know, more kids and less porn.

Wei Wuxian had been doubtful, but he’d given it a shot, and the agent Nie Huaisang had introduced him to had gone from mildly bored to exceptionally enthusiastic upon reading the draft.

And that, really, was that.

…except for one little thing.

See, Wei Wuxian worked better with people around, and since his so-respectable husband had an actual job, that meant he needed someone else – someone, say, who kept similar hours to him, meaning sleeping late, staying up late, and not, say, waking up at ungodly hours of the morning every day because that was the routine they’d grown up with since childhood unlike some people.

(Lan Wangji. Nie Huaisang was talking about Lan Wangji. All the Lans, really, but Lan Xichen made up for his terrible waking habits by being perfect, so the problem clearly was with Lan Wangji.)

They’d ended up solving the problem by buying a penthouse duplex, where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian lived on the bottom floor and Nie Huaisang on the top, and if Wei Wuxian slept with Lan Wangji at night he still spent most of his days with Nie Huaisang – it was a bit like having a part-time roommate, really, which was quite nice. Also, they’d tried it the other way around (meaning Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian at the top apartment, Nie Huaisang in the bottom one, not by mixing around who lived with whom) only there had been an awful lot of floor shaking if one got the drift.

Not that that’s relevant, just, you know, he was stating for the record.

(He was a porn author. He had to make sure these things got into the record.)

Anyway, and, really, he swore he was getting to the point this time, the main issue with that set up, really, was that most people one look at short round smiling Nie Huaisang and his roommate, lanky smirky bad boy Wei Wuxian, and made a snap decision as to which one of the two authors was which – and they were always, always wrong.

It would be one thing if it was just strangers, or maybe someone from the publishing house, or whatever…but the person putting together the dust covers for their books (a first for each of them: Nie Huaisang’s first officially published collection of erotic and filthy short stories, when before he’d mostly been working in magazines or online or whatnot, and Wei Wuxian’s colorfully animated children’s story about a little boy who was planted in the earth like a radish) had also made the same mistake. And people had continued to make that mistake right up until they’d put the wrong picture with the wrong book.

By the time anyone figured it out, the books had already been spread out in bookstores throughout the country, flying off the shelves – they were both very good at what they did – and that wasn’t counting the people who’d pre-ordered…well, long story short, it was too late to take it back.

People had expectations now.

“…and that,” Nie Huaisang concluded, “is why he signs for my books and I sign for his. You see?”

“I do indeed,” the nice lady said, nodding along gamely. “In fact, my own first publication was a bit of a comedy of errors as well – I really wasn’t expecting it.”

“What, really? You?” Nie Huaisang’s eyebrows arched. “But you’re – I mean, you’re famous! You’ve written so many books! You’re…you’re Jessica Fletcher!”

She smiled. “Oh, don’t you flatter me! I’m far too wise to that sort of thing. Anyway, it wasn’t just the first publication that’s been odd, it’s that I keep getting all wrapped up in all sorts of strange situations, time and time again, and sometimes I just like to lend a hand…oh, heavens, I’m getting distracted again! It must be contagious. Tell me, now – what was that you were saying earlier, about your roommate having once been friends with the victim?”

“Oh, Wen Ning? Well, see, that’s also a bit of a long story…”

Her nose wrinkled a little, involuntarily. “Make an effort,” she said dryly. “Keep it short.”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #wangxian #crossover guest star #my fic #my fics

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"Good things never last"

@mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess prompt request "Lwj finds the scene, freshly so, as lxc just finished his revenge. Instead of fighting him, lwj takes his own life, both in grief and as punishment 😌" This ficlet is a continuation / based on this. !warnings are in my (original)tags if you want em! it's rather dark so keep that in mind!! Hope you enjoy reading my sad fic ~

Happiness, Happy is what Lan Wangji was for his Xiongzhang when he suddenly left his seclusion. Four long years had gone by since his brother first left the cultivation world and traded it for a life of solitude. Leaving the warmth of the outside world for the frostiness of a cave. Four years had gone by since he eloped with his husband, his Wei Ying. Four long years it had been since he last saw his brother, and his gentle smile. So when that smile suddenly greeted him on a sunny day, he felt nothing but joy for his brother. His brother who seemed better, seemed happier, at peace. Filled with purpose.

Wangji should have realized back then, Happiness, always comes at a price…

Now, he stares blankly at his face in the reflection of his own blade. Bichen still glows beautifully despite the red flecks of blood coating its once pristine white exterior. He feels heat pooling around him, while the rest of him gradually feels colder, and colder. Yet Bichen continues to shine within the dark confounds of the cave he’s in. The warmth around him grows and grows, making his body seem even colder by contrast. But, no matter how cold he feels right now, nothing will ever be colder than what he saw in the eyes of the one who murdered his husband.

He feels his hands, still around Bichen, shaking. Mind and body growing numb at the thought. He truly does feel sick now.

All of this, and for what? A revival of a foul man. Who’s only fate was to die again? He dealt with it himself, Bichen making it swift and clean. He wanted to be certain Wei Ying was safe and that, that man would never return. Would never cause harm or turmoil again! Wangji never noticed the ice growing in his brothers eyes when he relayed the news to him…

He found out when he later returned to his and Wei Ying’s home. Walking inside he felt…a growing unease stir within him. It was quiet, too quiet. Yet whatever he may have felt or thought, nothing, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

When he finally entered his home he was met with a sight that nearly caused him to drop his sword. He was completely and utterly frozen where he stood. His husband, His Wei Ying. His lively beautiful love of his life, was laying there, slumped over the table in the middle of the room. Unmoving, Cold, with not a single heartbeat left in his body.

And further back in the room, in the shadows, pouring themselves a cup of tea as if nothing was amiss. Was the one who did it.

Lan Zhan didn’t know what hurt more, his dead husband, or knowing who it was that killed him.

The person responsible calmly put down their still steaming cup, and slowly opened their eyes. When he looked at him, at his eyes, Wangji felt himself grow still. What he saw was, …nothing.

No guilt, no remorse, no feeling, Absolutely nothing.

Those eyes…. They didn’t belong to the brother he once knew. He could only continue to stare at him while Xichen stood up, gently straightening out his robes like he wasn’t standing in front of his didi’s dead husband. Like he hadn’t murdered him!? Yet, when Xichen finally started walking, and passed him by, he couldn’t even find the strength within him to raise his sword. Couldn’t raise it against the man who he once lovingly called his brother. All he could do was stupidly stand there, paralyzed, looking at the scene in front of him. Unable to turn his gaze away from his unmoving husband.

Hearing the door slide shut behind him was all he needed to break. He screamed, and ran towards Wei Ying. He couldn’t even avenge him, all he could do was hold his husband’s body close in his arms, and weep. And weep he did, until his husband’s flesh became bones. Those too, he held. He dressed him, caressed him. Made him meals that no one ate. Brushed his hair until the last strand fell, and he kept every one of them. Even tried desperately to place them back where they belonged, to no avail. He bathed his bones and cared for them, just like he used to. Tucked them into bed and slept beside them. Loving them-, him, as he would have, ‘til the ends of time if need be.

Until one day, they came. Barging into their home, they took him by the arms and dragged him away from his beloved. Too weak to resist, When did he last eat? they tried hauling him away, away from the man he loves. Away from his joy, from his life, his happiness, his heart!

He yelled at them, he doesn’t remember what, He just wanted them to stop!

They didn’t listen. But they didn’t remove him from his house immediately. Not before.., before making sure he saw what they did. He didn’t know what was worse, Seeing disciples from his clan, ones he even taught, took on night hunts together, ransack his home and touch his Wei Ying. Or, hear his brother. Normally so softspoken, so kind, gentle, look him in the eyes, unseeing, uncaring, cold like ice. And declare him sick, ill, disturbed. Demand that he need to be put in seclusion. Until he was cured of his supposed delusion.

Another disciple, he could care less who it was, turned to his brother and questioned. “What about this?”

Wangji looked up with what little strength he had had left, to see what or who they were talking about. His husband!? Why ? Why were they looking at him, haven’t they done enough to him already?

He would never forget his brother’s next words. They would haunt him, play on repeat in his mind until his last breath. “dispose of…him”

“But” the disciple, or was it another one? Responded. “But, what if reincarnates? Or, or, someone rises him from the dead again?”

“See to it that he won’t”

“but how-“

Lan Xichen turned to him, locking eyes with him when he next spoke. “Do whatever it takes.”

A chill ran down his spine, those eyes, those eyes! He realized something, as he’s being dragged away. He recognizes someone in those eyes. Golden robes…. Perhaps he was the naïve one after all….

A drop of water falls into the pond beside him, pulling him back to the present. The cold damp air of the cave greets him, and the droplets of water falling from the ceiling onto the ground, reverberate throughout the cave. They’re the only thing he has for company, here in his supposed seclusion. For his supposed “healing”. Or so the tale was spun by his brother. No one questioned him.

His Xiongzhang, never visited. No-one even bothered to check his belongings when they threw him in here. Didn’t care….nobody…cared. They just left him. All by himself…

He’s alone, when he plunges Bichen into his heart. Alone when the warmth of his blood burns against the iciness of the cave.

Alone, knowing his husband won’t return.

Alone, with the knowledge that he failed, failed to protect him, again!

He failed, failed, Failed!

His trembling hands push his sword in deeper, twisting it. Making sure his golden core won’t be able to repair the damage. He doesn’t deserve its miracle of healing. Not anymore.

He's alone, when he feels himself slipping, life slowly bleeding away. One drop at a time. He feels it, feels his body starting to give up, his hands loosening their grip on the hilt of his sword. His breathing slowing down.

He manages to let out a weak chuckle. Perhaps it’s his punishment that his mind forces him to think of his brother now, instead of the smiling sunshine that was Wei Ying. But nonetheless he wonders,

Was it worth it, your moment of happiness. was it worth it, destroying mine.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei ying #lan zhan #lan wangji #lan xichen #wangxian #writing attempts #cw death #cw murder #cw suicide #yuyu writes

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The language of flowers

Wei Wuxian loves gifting his husband flowers - but they're never randomly chosen. His bouquets have meanings, always - because the only item he has left from his mother is a book on the language of flowers. She used to tell him flowers aren't just pleasing to the eyes, they can also whisper to the heart. And as with the sparse memories he has of her, Wei Wuxian has kept these words close to his heart.

On his first date with Lan Wangji, he brought him a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Gratitude, grace and beauty. He had attached a little note to it, explaining the meanings of the flowers and how they reminded Wei Wuxian of Lan Wangji's elegance and beauty, and how he had been grateful that Lan Wangji had asked him out on a date. He also added some advice on how to care for the flowers, and a lipstick stain kiss in the corner of the card, just to be cheeky.

On their one year anniversary, he brought Lan Wangji a bouquet of blue clematis flowers. The base petals shone a pretty, silvery white, and they layered upwards into shades of blue. Loyalty, courage, mental strength. It had not been an easy year, with their families disapproving of their relationship, the backlash of it, scandals after scandals. But they stayed true to one another and their love regardless.

They had two flower bouquets at their wedding. Both gentians. Justice and victory, prevailing through hardship. And a symbol for Lan Wangji's late mother, who would grow gentians in little flower pots and call them her windowsill garden.

When A-Yuan's adoption papers came in, both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji made him a beautiful bouquet - sunflowers, gerberas, marigolds and daisies. Joy, happiness, optimism. He had kept telling them how much he loved flowers and how he wished to visit a field of colorful ones like he read in his story books. So they brought a patch of flower field to him when they picked him up, and stopped to laugh and chase one another in a lavender field on the way home.

Wei Wuxian wanted to open up a flower shop. Lan Wangji gifted him the key to his dream job into the petals of a red rose.

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Lillies are fragrant, large flowers, white, pink or orange. Innocence, peace, beauty.

Orchids mean "I will always love you", everlasting devotion to the very end.

Gladioli symbolize strength of character, integrity, faithfulness.

Lan Wangji picks up two of each, and ties them separately with red and white ribbons.

They're beautiful, fresh, colorful.

He lays them onto Wei Ying's grave with A-Yuan.

"Do you think baba would like them?"

"Mn."

A-Yuan smiles, tearful, looking at the small oval picture of his baba on the tombstone. "I hope the flowers whisper something nice to him today."

Lan Wangji can't find it in himself to speak, the knot in his throat is too tight.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #this is the prompt my friend asked for and now that i did it shes yelling at me for making her cry

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WIP Wednesday - Post-Canon Wangxian Oneshot

It's still Wednesday so here's a preview of a oneshot I'm working on based on this post

Sometimes Lan Wangji misses Wei Ying even when he's with him. A decade spent waiting to wake from the dream, for it to all disappear. He forgets, sometimes, that he won’t wake from this. That all this is real. He forgets he doesn’t need to be afraid this Wei Ying won’t vanish into shadows. Sometimes, it feels like Lan Wangji is just waiting to be proved wrong. And how awful is that? ~ The Wei Ying who visited his dreams did not do well in the Cloud Recesses. He’d scorn the entire mountain, mouth curving into a sneer at the sight of its austere surroundings and turning his nose up at the sight of all those stifling rules. The Wei Ying in his dreams loved wide open fields and oceans. He could not be kept behind closed doors. He belonged in the light, haloed by the sun and endless skies above. But his husband, the real Wei Ying, adapts to the Cloud Recesses in a way that’s equal parts startling and terrifying. The new rules do nothing to deter him, more guidelines he chooses to accept or break in turn. The rigid schedule is one Wei Ying happily breaks, enabled by a husband who’s more than happy to relent. Wei Ying accepts his posts Uncle’s glares become less and less frequent, eventually turning fond. Xichen learns to smile again at chatter that flows unrestrained at every mealtime. Sizhui joins them for more meals than he misses, while the Jin sect and Jiang sect leaders frequent as welcome guests. And Wei Ying begins to thrive. Lan Wangji spends the first years asking Wei Ying when he’d like to leave for their next night hunt, offering him an escape. He keeps the doors open just a crack, even in the winter, so Wei Ying knows he’s not confined. He tracks Wei Ying’s every movement, waiting for the slightest hint of exhaustion or ennui that suggests it’s time for them to leave. He waits, even when it never comes. “Aiya, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying would say while gently caressing his face, that soft hand missing the callouses of his youth and forming new ones in their place. “Don’t you know the place I most want to be is right here, in our home with you?” Our home with you. The phrase repeats in his head as he bends down for a sweet kiss. Our home with you. Lan Wangji hopes one day he will believe it.

#this is mostly an excuse to practice smut writing but also practice my lwj pov #and also yes you guessed it to write wx very tender and lwj to cry during sex #tell me what you think? >.>#also i haven't gone through and edited yet dfhdshfdsfh but i'm enjoying exploring the grief here and how it lingers forever in a way #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs fanfiction #bushy writing #wip wednesday

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