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leahlisabeth · 1 year

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I posted 6,250 times in 2022

14 posts created (0%)

6,236 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@apprenticedmagician

@landmoose

@mondengel

@three--rings

@stiltonbasket

I tagged 85 of my posts in 2022

#ask me stuff - 5 posts

#mdzs - 5 posts

#aftg - 4 posts

#i wrote this - 3 posts

#advent - 3 posts

#wangxian - 3 posts

#andreil - 3 posts

#my crochet - 3 posts

#oh this is about marvel - 2 posts

#cql - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 97 characters

#i was trying to figure out what adaptation of pride and prejudice had jane bennett getting cancer

My Top Posts in 2022:

Wei Wuxian may talk a slutty slutty game, but he does not walk a slutty slutty walk.

7 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Soft Apocalypse, Mutant Chickens, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, First Meetings, Time Skips, Song Lyrics Summary:

Neil’s feet drummed on the pavement, the sound the only thing breaking the stillness. He had gotten used to the solitude long ago, running past empty houses with broken windows and lawns that were slowly being reclaimed by the land. He liked running in this neighbourhood. Some environmentally conscious person had made a last ditch effort to change the fate of the planet and had installed solar powered street lights. If he didn’t look too closely, he could pretend he wasn’t completely alone. If he wished hard enough, maybe he could go and knock on a door, ask for a drink of water, ask to use their phone.

It takes the end of the world for Neil to find a home and a family.

Written for the @aftg-mixtape event for @sambutwithbooks.

7 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán & Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín Characters: Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Wēn Zhúliú Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Kindness, Forgiveness, Family, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Study Summary:

At their feet, the crackle of the fire sounded like bones. Ouyang Zizhen soldiered on, voice a whisper somewhere between awe and aghast, “He kept them? He kept Wen Zhuliu’s hands?”

(Wen Ning, Jin Ling, and kindness as a choice: a path to (undeserved?) mercy.)

Reccer's notes: Post-canon; in which Wen Ning continues to deal with the repercussions of the Sunshot Campaign (and lays a reviled relative to rest), and Jin Ling reveals the depths of his Jiujiu’s vindictiveness—warning for gruesome war trophies.

9 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten Additional Tags: Raven Andrew Minyard, Implied/Referenced Torture, 5+1 Things Summary:

Andrew wasn’t there to have fun. He was there to survive. His team largely left him alone as long as he kept quiet and shut down the goal, neither of which were too terribly difficult. He wasn’t expecting anything different from their first game against the Foxes; even facing his twin brother on the court didn’t excite him. But this…this was fun.

Five times Andrew wanted something more and one time he did something about it.

Written for the @aftgexchange for @atweetbyshina.

16 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Wēn Qíng (Módào Zǔshī) Additional Tags: Little Mermaid Elements, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Arranged Marriage, Song: Wangxian (Módào Zǔshī) Summary:

They’re a ragged bunch when they arrive at the borders of Cloud Recesses. If Lan Wangji hadn’t been there when they arrived, they might have been turned away. Their clothes are in tatters; they all look exhausted, sick, and pale. Wei Wuxian is barely able to swim, his inky black conch shell clutched tight in bloodless fingers, his skin almost translucent like a creature of the deep water where the sun doesn’t reach. An aura of resentment clings to them, floating in dark wisps in the water but not dissipating.

The Wen are forced to flee the Burial Reef. Wei Wuxian seeks refuge from the Lan, but the price for their safety is not what he imagined.

This was written for the MDZS Reverse Big Bang, based on art by the amazing @kitsunewingstar. It can be found here.

28 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

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rosethornewrites · 2 years

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Tuesday & Wednesday T & G reading

The usual

Finished

Teen:

answer, by wolframvonbielefeld (maknaeline) (5th in a series)

Lan Wangji sings for Wei Wuxian, a cute child exhibits lyrical knowledge, and there are raw confessions.

Savior or Scourge, by istgidek1234 (2nd in a series)

The war was over, the screams were silent. Life was going on. Yunmeng Jiang was rebuilding, Gusu Lan was rising, Qinghe Nie was surviving, Lanling Jin was ruling. The Wens were gone, the pain was supposed to have left, the scars were supposed to have closed.

The end of the war supposedly brought unbroken peace and healing to all the sects. What a farce.

Come Down, by kristalmista

Lan Wangji is always looking up at Wei Wuxian. Or at least that’s how it feels to him.

Made for the MDZS Mixtape event 2022. Inspired by Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

The Murder of Hanguang-Jun, by SequoiaSempervirens

After Lan Wangji is sent to the Burial Mounds to negotiate with the Yiling Patriarch, Lan Xichen is shocked to learn that Wei Wuxian has reacted by murdering Lan Wangji.

But not nearly as shocked as Wei Wuxian.

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“Er-ge, have you heard from Hanguang-Jun since he left for the Burial Mounds to meet with the Yiling Patriarch?” Jin Guangyao asked as soon as he entered the room.

Something in his voice made Lan Xichen’s head snap up in alarm. “I haven’t. Why?”

“Because we have received a very disturbing package.” Jin Guangyao held out a long bundle, loosely wrapped in cloth, as if it had been unwrapped and then hastily rewrapped.

Lan Xichen took the bundle curiously and laid it on the table to unwrap it. Inside was a pile of pale blue silk, torn and half covered in rust red stains. His nose wrinkled at the smell of old blood as he unfolded the mess of ruined silk. A robe. A Lan robe.

Lan Xichen’s heart pounded in his ears.

General:

冤家路窄 Keep your friends close, by clockwork_spider (21 chapters)

“Never too young to find your soulmate! Lan Zhan and I are meant to be!” Wei Ying stood atop the highest peak of the playground set, fingers pointing to the sky with determination, the sun shone brightly behind him and halo-ed his head.

Meng Yao politely clapped.

An reincarnation AU where you meet your enemies first, and everyone's searching for Lan Zhan so Wei Ying can stfu.

Snow, by Befallings

For the Untamed Winterfest 2019 Prompt 19: Snow

gather, by antebunny (2nd and last in a series)

Wei Wuxian surrenders in Nightless City. Jin Guangshan, knowing that he's coreless and weaponless, organizes a night hunt with 1,000 Jin disciples where Wei Wuxian is the prey. He shouldn't have underestimated Wei Wuxian.

Ten years later, Wei Wuxian returns.

this is a beautiful way, by twigofwillow

Wen Qing and Sizhui spend one last night reminiscing before he starts college.

What is Black? What is White?, by InTheGreySpaces

In the aftermath of Lan Zhan's whipping.

pots and pans, by Edith343redwood

Jiang Wanyin has to wake Wei Wuxian up....and he does it in a rather unconventional way.... How will things end? When purple marks are found in Wei Wuxian's neck, how will he react? Or most importantly, who put them there?

Unfinished

Teen:

Half of my soul, by Asphodel_Meadow

Five times someone discovers Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s golden bond and one time they tell someone.

In one fell swoop, by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens

Two days before Wei Ying's 30th birthday - a day after a nighthunt leaving him injured - he gets attacked inside a Starbucks he should not be in.

Or:

Thirteen years (to the date) after Wei Ying has last seen Lan Zhan (the love of his life, and the man he longs for everyday) the axis of his world turns.

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

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therealfailwhale · 2 years

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Tis my fic for this year's MDZS Mixtape Exchange! I was so excited to join this one, I had so much fun listening to my song over and over again :) @mdzs-mixtape

this i need to save (1577 words) by TheRealFailWhale Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon, mellow vibes, Hanging out in the jingshi, Husbands in love Summary:

Staring out at the rain wasn’t particularly exciting, so he turned away from it, looking instead into the house that he shared with his husband. With Lan Zhan

For the MDZS Mixtape Exchange 2022, inspired by the song "Switching Off" by Elbow

#mdzs #mdzs mixtape 2022 #wangxian #fanfiction

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ecccentrick · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Characters: Wēn Qíng (Módào Zǔshī), Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Jǐngyí

Additional Tags: Found Family, Brother-Sister Relationships, Reincarnation, Wen Qing wasn't given Meng Po's soup, Reunions, awkward cousins lwj and wq, wen qing is a creepy child, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Rebirth, Soul-Searching, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Wen Qing, now known as Lan Ming, is a stoic child but never sulky. She's praised for her obedience and intelligence that far exceeds any of her peers. She's diligent and can already speak in full, clear sentences.

Her mother—a distant cousin of Hanguang Jun himself—finds her own child eerie.

When she falls, and red bleeds through the knees of her white robes, she doesn't cry. She simply stands and brushes herself off, then walks purposefully to the clinic. Lan Ming—or as she will always refer to herself, Wen Qing—will correct the healers as they gently cleanse her wound, as there is a much more effective disinfectant they can use.

Reincarnated as a Lan, Wen Qing lives as best she can with the knowledge—and pain—of her past life. The balance she finds is disrupted when an unfamiliar face hides a not-so-unfamiliar heart.

@mdzs-mixtape

#mdzs mixtape exchange 2022 #mdzs #wei wuxian #wen qing #lan wangji #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #mxtx #yiling siblings

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theladyofravenclaw · 2 years

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Rating: G

Category: M/M

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Jiāng Yànlí, Jīn Zǐxuān, Wēn Qíng (Módào Zǔshī), Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Original Characters, Lán Qǐrén, Qīnghéng-jūn

Summary:

Ever since he was a child, Lan Zhan has been having strange dreams about a past that haunts the footsteps of his everyday life. However, everything changes when he meets a young boy named Wei Ying during summer music camp. What do these memories mean? And why does Wei Ying inspire all these new dreams in Lan Zhan?

Here's my mixtape assignment for 2022's mdzs mixtape fic exchange! Big thanks to marigold_sigil and @mdzs-mixtape for the inspiration surrounding this one!

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs fanfic exchange #mdzs mixtape exchange 2022 #wangxian #musician au #modern au #one shot

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mdzs-mixtape · 2 years

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Hello there! I was wondering how to join the mixtape? There are some awesome songs I associated with MDZS and i would like to present them. I debated if I should join or not because i am currently doing my finals but I don’t wanna regret this so if you can explain please? Do i have write a fic so just give the song?

Hey! I'm just seeing this, so hopefully it's not too late a response. Basically this is a fic exchange, so yes you will have to write a fic of a minimum of 1500 words. Just like any other exchange, everyone picks a song and a pairing (so when you sign up, if you choose to join, you would pick one song and a pairing) and someone will write you a fic based on your choices, and you will write a fic for someone else based on their choices. In the end we all get fics written for us for the songs we choose!

Hopefully that answers your question! You can sign up through the link in the sign-up post!

https://mdzs-mixtape.tumblr.com/post/676221800454160384/mdzs-mixtape-exchange-2022

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rosethornewrites · 2 years

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Friday & Saturday T & G reading

The usual

Finished

Tumblr:

Cultivation baby A-Yuan, the confession, by @stiltonbasket

In your own home, by @bloody-bee-tea

Teen:

Lan Qiren, Baby Whisperer, by Liebing

Lan Qiren settled the little boy on his hip and gave him a stern look. “Hello, A-Yuan, there is to be no crying in my class,” he said firmly.

A-Yuan finally fell silent and blinked up at Lan Qiren with interest.

“Very good,” Lan Qiren praised and handed the boy a baby carrot seemingly from nowhere.

Wei Ying has to bring his son to class, and Lan Qiren is not going to waste a perfectly good free grandchild…

you could've done so much more (if you only had time), by makexianxianhappytoday

“Lan Zhan. Do you trust me?” He asked, giving Lan Zhan one last chance. He didn’t know which answer he hoped to hear, but he knew that Lan Zhan, his bright, lovely, and foolish Lan Zhan would never fail him.

“Yes.” Lan Zhan choked out, his back drenched in red, as his eyes blinked furiously. “Wei Ying, I would trust you with my life. Even before, and now, you are my soulmate.”

basically, what if WWX manages to hear the confession at that random cave where LWJ fought with the 33 Lan Elders & decides to....redo everything by going back into the past?

Yes, always, by NonAquaticOctopus

"Wei Wuxian hopes that Lan Zhan will be there, too, but he doesn’t text to find out. If he learns he isn’t coming— the Lans are distant friends, but not close enough to guarantee attendance— then Wei Wuxian will not be strong enough to avoid turning home right now. And he can’t afford to miss this party, not if he wants the rest of the holidays with Auntie Yu to be pleasant this year.

Wei Wuxian steels himself for a long day. Tomorrow, today will be forgotten, he lies to himself, like he can trick his brain into ever not ruminating on a bad day. He’s so used to pretending to others that he finds the past inconsequential that he often goes mindlessly through those words, even though they’re false. He holds his head up determinedly and ignores how his veins feel calcified. The hollow nausea in his stomach hasn’t gone away."

aka, wei ying has a really shitty day. luckily, he also has lan zhan.

Let It All Burn, by makebelieveanything

Lan Wangji stopped looking for Wei Ying three months ago, when his brother and the rest of his sect insisted that he was needed on the front lines of the Sunshot Campaign. So he's stayed on the front lines, but they are still losing, so they look for help where they can find it - from the new demonic cultivator who has sprouted up in the Burial Mounds. The Yiling Laozu.

The canon divergence AU where Wei Ying never leaves the burial mound and Lan Wangji is a little insane and feral when he thinks he's lost his chance.

When the Strongest Spring Blooms, by harborshore

Sometimes when Lan Zhan wakes up, he thinks it was a dream. That Wei Ying is still gone. That all that awaits him today is another day that is just like the rest, and that if Sizhui or Jingyi are not around, there will be little to bring him joy.

But then he remembers.

Timely, by apathyinreverie

“Who are you?” Wei Wuxian is demanding darkly, his expression light, almost playful, but an abyss of shadows coiling in his eyes, “And what exactly have you done with my husband?”

Husband, Lan Zhan thinks, a proprietary thrill echoing deep within his chest.

(Or, a younger Lan Zhan finds himself thrown into the future. He tries to go unnoticed. He isn’t particularly successful.)

Tangible, by apathyinreverie

Lan Zhan is furious... Or something like it, at least.

Or, the story of how Lan Zhan discovered the one, reliable way for shutting up Wei Ying.

this i need to save, by TheRealFailWhale

Staring out at the rain wasn’t particularly exciting, so he turned away from it, looking instead into the house that he shared with his husband.

With Lan Zhan

For the MDZS Mixtape Exchange 2022, inspired by the song "Switching Off" by Elbow

backlogged dreams, by insane_falcon

Lan Wangji has already used up this life's miracle--he got a little extra time with Wei Ying before he passed on. All he has left are memories and a dream Wei Ying had.

General:

WangXian and moonlit lakes..., by Ladycroft4evr (19th in a series)

Honeymoon is almost over...Jinlintai looms closer than ever. Wei WuXian makes a wish, Lan WangJi of course grants said wish 🥰...And so we have WangXian on a moonlit lake, one more evening of just the two them, moonlight, and a boat ride on calm, quiet lake waters ❤...

the passing of seasons, by tennssi

It wasn’t Jin Zixuan whom the Ghost General killed during that fateful encounter on LuanZang Hill. It was Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian spends the passing seasons endlessly searching for Lan Wangji’s soul, while others spend the years trying to heal his.

Haze Memories, by xBlythx

Wei Wuxian chases his lost memories and Lan Wangji can just stay by his side as he tries to deal with the void left in his soul.

Don’t make me wait too long, by Song_of_Storms

I will tell him. This year. I will tell him this year.

[It's Wei Ying's birthday. Lan Wangji is finally going to tell him how he feels.]

All I Have Left, by InTheGreySpaces

Lan Zhan steals a moment to visit the rabbit hollow.

Its Only Fair, by nagitazer

Back when Wei Wuxian lived in Lotus Pier he promised to walk Yanli down the aisle when she got married, once the time finally came and he was unable to Yanli visited him before the wedding so he could see what she would look like on her wedding day. That day she said she'd consider the promise kept if she got to walk him down the aisle on his wedding day. Wei Wuxian laughed at the time but said he'd that if the day came he'd be honored.

Much had happened since that day, but still it's only fair he visits her before his wedding as well. So here he was, Wei Wuxian had been holding up his clothes so they wouldn't get dirty on the way to her grave. She deserves to see them only in the best condition after all.

TL;DR Wei Wuxian visits Yanli's grave to show her what he'll be wearing on his wedding day

socked feet, by wearing_tearing

“A-Yuan,” Wei Wuxian stops in his tracks and asks, “where are your shoes?”

finding a long lost friend, by MarbleGlove (2nd in a series)

The painting was a puzzle. It was a portrait of the Sunshot Campaign leaders as they had truly been, drawn by someone who must have been there. It was a painting by an artist who knew the people well and yet was blind to the political repercussions of being too truthful. It was a beautiful painting and XiChen was glad to have it but also knew it would need to be moved to the forbidden section of the library soon.

a long journey home, by MarbleGlove

Home is a place of acceptance. It's not always easy to get there, but it's worth the miles and the years.

After his time at Cloud Recesses, Wei Sizhui returns home and Lan Zhan accompanies him.

Because you loved me, by baxia

Suddenly, he thinks of something. He doesn't need to tell his uncle about this, and especially not now. It's far too personal, and the idea of saying those words out loud is terrifying to even think about.

And yet, he aches to tell him. It washes over him, the mortifying desire to be seen, to be known for what he truly is. To share this part of himself with someone he values. It's stupid, it's reckless, but he has long lost all reason. With a deep breath, he gathers his courage. “I'm gay.”

or; exhausted and frustrated, lan zhan comes out to his uncle on a whim. it goes really well.

And off we go to Lanling..., by Ladycroft4evr (20th in a series)

Quiet morning in the Jingshi; WangXian struggle with the fact that they have to leave their little cozy bubble and go take care of murder mysteries and scheming sect leaders again, for it is finally THE day WangXian depart for the Cultivation conference at Lanling Jin...

foliage, by antebunny

Wei Wuxian surrenders in Nightless City. Jin Guangshan, knowing that he's coreless and weaponless, organizes a night hunt with 1,000 Jin disciples where Wei Wuxian is the prey.

He shouldn't have underestimated Wei Wuxian.

Scenes From Three Winters, by LtLJ (2nd in a series)

"What?" Jingyi stopped short, almost tripping on the step. He didn't know either disciple well, as he had been away so much over the past year night hunting. He supposed by "them" the guard didn't mean Sizhui or any of the juniors. Jingyi jerked his thumb back at the two figures in dark robes behind him. "This is Senior Wei Wuxian. He's our night hunting teacher. You have to know that. We had a problem with a bad curse, and he's injured and Senior Wen Ning is helping him."

Adamant, the guard said, "He is not allowed in until the first snow."

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This story takes place before, during, and after the previous story in the series, "hills and rivers are waiting"

So Comfy, you don‘t notice, by Ravi_doing_a_think

Checking the clock on the wall, he still has time until his husbamd gets back, so he takes A-Yuan out of his stroller. Sitting himself and his son onto the sofa. A-Yuan positioned onto one of his thighs, he is about to play with him when his phone scares the daylights out of him. Not remembering that he had put it into his pant pocket. He takes out his phone with one hand and the other holding onto A-Yuan, to see which text vibrated. Out of habit he started to use his food to rocket the stroller back and forth. To keep A-Yuan calm as his attention was on the phone, like he always does when he is on the phone.

Just Nie Huaisang posting about his boyfriend being embarrassed over something he has done. Putting away his phone and realizes that SHIT A-Yuan is not in his stroller!

Love Persevering, by piecrust (2nd in a series)

Before the Twin Jades of Gusu, there was the Jade Dragon. Qingheng-jun was talented and handsome and kind and - and Qiren was proud to be his brother.

Bells, by Befallings

For the Untamed Winterfest 2019 Prompt 17: Bells

Unfinished

Teen:

Darkest time, by LilacNeko

Lan Wangji dies and the cultivation world is left to live with the aftermath.

Relentless, by nirejseki

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

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

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

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

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

Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent, by Preludian_Staves

The fight between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian after the Fall of Lotus Pier goes differently, changing the course of events that should follow, but now don't.

Lan Wangji goes looking for the boy that captured his heart. (Also known as Wei Wuxian goes to the Gusu Lan earlier than in canon)

With You, For All Our Lives, by Starlight143

In an attempt to secure a good future for her daughter Cangse Sanren betrothes Wei Ying to Lan Zhan. When they die this one action changes everything.

General:

Cabbages, by dreaming of your qin (sherleigh)

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

Mid-Youth Crisis, by baxia (2nd in a series)

Gulping, he reaches out to take the book from his hands and stares some more at the boy as he sits down on the chair he pulled out. “Hi! Do you mind if I sit here?”

Lan Zhan looks at the boy, at the chair that he now occupies, and back at the boy. “You're already sitting.” Fortunately, his voice does not come out as a pathetic, squeaky thing.

The boy throws his head back and laughs, too loud for the place they're in. Lan Zhan's glare does not shut him up and only makes the boy laugh harder. “Sorry, sorry!” The boy wipes around his eyes, trying to quieten his giggles. “I just saw that you were sitting alone and thought I should say hi. You're new, right? I'm Wei Ying!”

or; transferring schools has turned lan zhan's life around in a way he would have never thought. he's not complaining.

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

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 2 years

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Down The Gutter Here I Go

Two posts in one night! Ha - I was intrigued when I saw Mojo over at @wangxianficrecs talking about @mdzs-mixtape‘s exchange event a while back so I decided to sign up and I had a ton of fun writing for it 😊! This fic was written for Raine (rainewritesfanfics on AO3) who requested the song ‘Crooked Halo’ by Stitched Up Heart. Absolutely impeccable YLLZ!Wei Wuxian vibes, I’m all for it.

[AO3] [Collection] [Masterpost]

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In the frenzy of battle, Lan Wangji watches his love, his zhiji in this life (in any life) succumb to the forces he should never have tried to control. Fighting is always a time of clarity, his senses sharpening and his path laid out clearly for him - dodge, lunge, attack, parry, defend, repeat as often as necessary, in whatever pattern he must to both stay alive and keep others safe. Now, he finds that there’s nothing he can do. There’s nothing he could have ever done to train for watching Wei Ying finally falter and give himself over to resentment. There’s no way he could have ever prepared himself for the sight of Wei Ying, bloodied, broken, cast pale and motionless into the dirt to be surrounded on all sides by cultivators baying for his blood.

He tries to move to his zhiji’s side, attempts to fly to him, to defend him, stand between him and the world until they can figure out how to fix this. There has to be a way to fix this. He can’t lose Wei Ying.

But time seems to have slowed and Lan Wangji along with it, and so he’s forced to watch as Wei Ying dies as violently as the rest of the cultivation world has demanded.

Lan Wangji’s anguished cry is lost in the din of thousands of cultivators celebrating their victory, hundreds more crying out in pain from the injuries sustained fighting Wei Ying’s ghosts and corpses. Ghosts and corpses that have turned on their master in his death, and Lan Wangji forces himself to witness their revenge, if for no other reason than someone in this world should remember it as the horrific tragedy it is, rather than a moment of final triumph. He watches until his vision blurs with exhaustion and tears, until his throat is raw from crying out in the vain hope that Wei Ying isn’t truly gone. He watches until he succumbs to his injuries, and then he welcomes the bliss of senselessness with open arms.

-/-

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying calls for him with a smile. “We’re friends, aren’t we? If you come to Yunmeng to visit, I’ll definitely show you all the best things to do in Lotus Pier!”

Wei Ying glows with the afternoon sun. His white robes are near-blinding in the light, but nothing comes close to his radiant smile that never seems to falter. The joy of birdsong has nothing on Wei Ying’s laughter ringing through the trees and off the rocks at whatever look is on Lan Wangji’s face. He doesn’t know how he keeps doing that, making Wei Ying laugh, but he supposes he doesn’t need to know. It’s enough to hear it now, after so long without.

“Aiyah, Lan Zhan, don’t be so stiff!” Wei Ying cries and moves one of his hands through the water as if to splash him, though of course it doesn’t work. “I promise you-” Wei Ying raises one hand to put a three-finger salute to his temple, “I’ll make sure you have a good time! No one can be shown around Lotus Pier by me and not enjoy themselves, just trust me!”

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath in despite the tight ache in his back, holds it, and spends one more long moment committing the sight of this Wei Ying to his memory. The young ones don’t last as long as the echoes of him that reflect his final years, but Lan Wangji treasures every single glimpse of his love equally. He loved him reluctantly, uncertainly when they were both so young and bright. Now that he loves the memory of him with every fiber of his being and without any hint of shame, these reminders of who Wei Ying had once been are as precious as pearls.

“I trust Wei Ying,” he says now, as if to make up for all the times he should have said it while Wei Ying was alive and he couldn’t find the words. Too little too late, but he hopes that these echoes of Wei Ying carry something of his soul in them, enough to hear what he tells him now.

“Ah?” Wei Ying looks utterly floored by that, and then his laugh is bright again, no different from the sunlight and the breeze dancing across Lan Wangji’s bare shoulders there in the seclusion of the Cold Pond. “Lan Zhan!! I knew you’d agree in the end! The moment we’re done with lectures and free to go where we please you have to come with me, alright? You have to stay by my side.”

The request is a knife hooked under his ribs, a shiver of the melody of Wei Ying’s Yunmeng accent turning his words into music that threatens to rip Lan Wangji apart at the seams.

“I will always accompany Wei Ying,” he promises. The words sit sharp and bitter with bile on the back of his tongue. If he had stayed by Wei Ying’s side, he wouldn’t be talking to a ghost. Wei Ying wouldn’t have died, Lan Wangji wouldn’t have to wait for these glimpses of him or search for the lingering evidence of his early influence in their son, now growing well into his position in the Lan Sect.

“Ah Lan Zhan, so serious!” Wei Ying teases with another attempted splash in his direction, his hand passing through the water without disturbing a drop. “Don’t break your promise now that you’ve given it! I know your face is thick, but how could you ever face me again if you didn’t grant me my only wish, Lan Zhan?”

“I would be unable to,” he confesses, because there’s no use in hiding it. Wei Ying disappears all at once like a bursting soap bubble, in front of him one moment and gone on a breath of wind the next, and though Lan Wangji has had to get used to it in the years since Wei Ying’s death, it never gets any easier to suddenly find himself alone again.

-/-

“Hanguang-Jun.”

Lan Wangji stills at the door to the Jingshi and takes a moment to breathe. He’s done this before, but as with nearly everything else regarding Wei Ying’s hauntings, if they can be called such, this type of encounter doesn’t get any easier to deal with.

Ceramic meets wood with a sharp clack and Wei Ying swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, rubbing away a few glistening drops from his pale lips. The smell of wine is sharp in the air and Lan Wangji gently slides the door shut - not that many people come this way, but any who might pass by wouldn’t need to see this.

“Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Ying says again as if he’s trying to taste it. “Hanguang-Jun, the savior of the cultivation world! You’ve finally managed to drag me away to Gusu after all.”

Lan Wangji tries and fails to keep his composure as Wei Ying looks up at him from the floor, his eyes red-rimmed and nearly sunken into his skull, the tender skin beneath them so dark it looks bruised. Lan Wangji’s hand clenches around Bichen and his lips tremble with the urge to defend himself, his intentions. But the words don’t come any more easily now than they had when Wei Ying had still lived, and he knows from experience that whatever he says now won’t matter anyway. He steps forward and refuses to let Wei Ying’s sneer deter him from settling down across the table from him.

“Nothing at all to say, Hanguang-Jun?” Wei Ying jeers, pours himself another cup of wine and slops a bit on the table. “You’ve never bothered to hold your tongue before, don’t start now. You’ve got me here anyway, might as well get it all out of your system and tell me yet again that I can’t do a damn thing right.”

Even like this Lan Wangji can’t stop himself from studying every little detail of Wei Ying, no matter how much it hurts him. He can see his ribs through his robes and the too-sharp angles of his collarbones, his body having long ago begun to deteriorate. This Wei Ying with such a bitter attitude, so much anger, all the hatred with which he looks at Lan Wangji, is the version of him that had died right at the end of life as Lan Wangji had known it. Mourning and furious with the world for ripping so many things away from him, this Wei Ying doesn’t have any space in him for forgiveness or laughter; Lan Wangji loves him like this, too, and so he sits up on his knees and takes the wine from Wei Ying’s hand to pour him a fresh cup.

Unlike the weak echoes of his younger self, the versions of him that are like this, fuelled by rage and resentment, are much stronger - it’s a real jar of wine from Lan Wangji’s own stash, and when Wei Ying lifts the cup to knock the contents back in one jerky movement the wine disappears to..somewhere. Wherever Wei Ying is. Lan Wangji still doesn’t understand why or how these ghosts of Wei Ying can’t answer his calls when he plays inquiry, but it doesn’t really matter when he’s at least allowed to have this painful pleasure of seeing him again, as clearly as if he were flesh and bone.

“I said once that I could stand to die if it was you,” Wei Ying says. Lan Wangji pours him more wine with steady hands. “You let me go back then. You’ve always let me go, and look what it’s gotten us.”

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath in around the lump of ice in his chest where his heart should be. It’s meant to beat for Wei Ying, but when Wei Ying himself is so frigid what good would it do? Better to remember that this is where they ended up - cold, distant, with Lan Wangji a failure and his only love hating the sight of him as a reminder of everyone who fought against him.

Lan Wangji pours him the last of the jar of Emperor’s Smile and Wei Ying drinks it as mechanically as he had the rest of it. Lan Wangji watches his throat bob around the mouthful of it, and he stays kneeling, penitent, as Wei Ying stands and steps around the table to loom over him. Wei Ying reaches out to grip his chin and his touch is ice-cold, utterly inhuman. Lan Wangji tips his head back enough to look up at his zhiji, the Yiling Laozu in all his undead glory, and the ice around his heart cracks into painful shards that bury themselves in the tender fluttering of his lungs.

“Stop asking for me,” Wei Ying says, cold as snow. “Don’t look for me. Leave me and the Wens be, stay up here on your miserable mountain, perfect and untouchable as ever. My life doesn’t concern you, Hanguang-Jun. Get lost.”

Lan Wangji allows himself one moment of weakness; he raises one hand from his lap to clutch at the inky black skirts of Wei Ying’s robes in the moment before he disappears, and without his restraining touch Lan Wangji curls forward to try to wrap himself around the gaping hole in his chest, the scars on his back protesting the sudden stretch. He chokes on a sobbing exhale and reminds himself that this is nothing more than what he deserves.

-/-

Lan Wangji opens his eyes to find himself kneeling on the floor of Demon Subdue Palace. Wei Ying had laughed when he’d explained his reasoning behind the name; he isn’t laughing now. The Yiling Laozu looms above Lan Wangji, wreathed in shadows and eyes glowing a furious red. His fingers drip blood, long clotting strings of it, black in the uncertain flicker of candlelight.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji attempts to plead, only to choke on something hot and metallic. He bends forward to retch, his pure white robes stained with flecks of red, black dirt on his hands and his knees and blood spattering onto his lap with each wet cough. It takes forever to clear his throat but Lan Wangji finally manages it, looking up as his chest heaves with each desperate inhale to find Wei Ying still towering over him, utterly unmoved.

“Wei Ying,” he tries again, and this time it at least comes out a rough croak. “I’m sorry.”

“Your apologies are so hollow, Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Ying replies, the whisper of a thousand voices distorting his beloved voice into something unrecognizable. “We are dead - what can apologies do for us now?”

Lan Wangji spits out a final blood clot onto the floor and straightens up again only to abruptly find himself flat on his back, wrists and ankles pinned and Wei Ying straddling his chest with a snarl on his blood-red lips. Resentment boils thick in the air around them, the tendrils of it burning him where they brush against his skin. Wei Ying’s hot-slick hands close around his aching throat and Lan Wangji gives himself over to it. There’s something..beautifully obscene about it, an untouchable hero of the cultivation world giving himself over to the worst enemy of it. The world threw Wei Ying away, down into the dirt amongst his dead, and Lan Wangji no longer thinks twice about throwing himself down with him.

“Too little too late, little Lan,” Wei Ying rasps. “We’re nothing but a nightmare now.”

Lan Wangji startles awake with a gasp, his lungs burning and his hand automatically flying to his throat. He can still feel Wei Ying’s bloody hands around him and he chases the memory of the sensation for a long, confused moment before there’s restless shifting in the bed beside him.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying nuzzles into his side. “Y’okay?”

Lan Wangji slows his racing heart with an effort and closes his eyes against the familiar dark domesticity of the Jingshi to attempt to chase away his dream. He lays down again without answering, bundling Wei Ying to his chest with too much strength, but his husband doesn’t complain.

Wei Ying hasn’t asked about Lan Wangji’s life while he’d been dead (outside of wanting to hear stories of A-Yuan’s childhood). Lan Wangji can only be glad of it; his husband doesn’t deserve the guilt of knowing that Lan Wangji had accepted every painful memory or reminder of him to have something. He doesn’t know that Wei Ying’s first life still haunts his dreams long after the strange, haunted echoes of his first life have faded from Lan Wangji's reality. He doesn’t need to know that should he ever slip into madness again Lan Wangji will happily slip right alongside him rather than lose him again.

Lan Wangji presses a long, firm kiss to Wei Ying’s forehead and falls asleep with a phantom ache in his knees, his throat, a cold stone lodged in his chest. He’ll be fine in the morning; until then, he can hold Wei Ying in his hands and appreciate this second chance to keep him safe.

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