#mdzs writing request

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

"So Lan Zhan."

Oh no. He mentally steels himself for some tomfoolery, gripping Bichen in an attempt to seek strength.

"You know how I always ask you to get me pregnant? And how I tease you about how good I'd look carrying some little Lans for you?"

Lan Zhan's ears flush red immediately. This is so not the place for this discussion, they're about to kill a fierce, bloodthirsty demon.

"Have you ever wondered about being pregnant yourself?"

Lan Zhan has not dropped Bichen in the 30 something years he's had it. The sword almost slips out of his grasp in shock.

"Wei Ying!!"

"What are you so flustered for?! Don't tell me you haven't ever imagined being bred by the terrible Yiling Laozu!"

Lan Zhan stares, flushed and disbelieving. It's not that he hasn't thought about that (he has. so what, sue him, have you seen Wei Ying?!), it's just that... they're in the middle of battle???

"Oh, so you have imagined it!"

"I've imagined many things." He manages, calming himself enough to be rational. He's so thankful for his self control now, if he was younger he would have died, probably.

"I can bet! But anyway, the reason why I brought this up is that I invented something!"

Lan Zhan feels all strength leave him again.

"But the thing is, this body isn't strong enough to withstand it, but you're so strong and peerless, I was thinking you could-"

The demon attacks at just the right moment for Lan Zhan to pretend he didn't hear and focus on the task at hand.

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[phagechildon]

((Thank you so much for the request! I received another in my Ask Box and I'll get to that one as soon as I can! Here's a hair care scene, but I can't write anything without some kind of conflict XD I hope you like it @xiaokuer-schmetterling =D))

It was supposed to be a simple night hunt. Solve the mystery of the elusive siren who put those who stayed out after midnight under their spell, commanding them to do whatever they wanted until the sun rose. At first, it was simple thievery. When the village banded together in an attempt to track down the one responsible, they all fell victim to their spell, nearly destroying their livelihoods. 

While the night hunt sounded dangerous, the young disciples looked at their Wei-gongzi who merely laughed at the distressed villagers. 

“You don’t understand! If one of you becomes their victim, you’ll destroy what’s left of our village!”

“If you don’t trust the experts, why call them in the first place?” Wei Wuxian asked with a big grin, watching the man’s shoulders tense even more. “We’ll resolve this tonight.”

Wei Ying, of course, wasn’t wrong. As soon as midnight rang, he pressed Chenqing to his lips and played the melody of his soul - Wangxian. A soothing melody, one that comforted Sizhui and the others. But underneath that tone was a vocal, one so eerie it gave them goosebumps. 

Wei Wuxian simply started walking forward, playing flawlessly. The siren’s powers only worked when it was the only sound clouding their victim’s mind. So naturally, it targeted Wei Ying, the disciples quickly stepping in. 

One thing led to another, and by the time the sun started to rise, the Yiling Laozu was covered from head to toe in mud, sap, and something that smelled so putrid he really didn’t want to know what it was. 

Expect the unexpected. They always followed that motto, but nothing could’ve prepared them for an owl to suddenly grow and attack him. If the disciples stepped in to help, they’d release the siren, and without Wei-gongzi’s flute, they’d fall under its control. 

Not like he was in any real danger. He’s definitely faced worse. Having taken care of the creature, he walked up to the disciples, watching their restraint nearly breaking. 

“Haha, laugh if you want. This proves that you have to expect even the most unexpected things!” He wasn’t really in the mood to lecture them that much. After sealing the siren in a mirror, they headed to the inn where Wei Ying grumpily requested a bath. 

That didn’t seem to help. No matter how much he tried scrubbing the gunk and junk out of his hair, it refused to leave, like a red stain on white parchment. It was absolutely infuriating. 

After an hour, he gave up, refusing the leave the water in hopes it would eventually leave. A knock on the door made him inwardly groan, not feeling like dealing with anyone right now. 

“Wei-gongzi, they’re serving breakfast. Would you like anything?”

Normally he wasn’t awake after ending the night hunt so late, but Sizhui knew him too well. That boy, their son, was sharp and intuitive. 

“I’ll pass, but thanks.”

“Do… you need anything?”

This boy - he loved him so much. “The finest hair products they have. I’ll pay you back!”

Time passed, and without realizing it, he dozed off. Dangerous and reckless, he could’ve drowned, he heard Hanguang-jun lightly scold him. He couldn't help it though. Without his husband, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Would his old body's hair have done this? What if it never came out? How could Lan Zhan still love him?

“Wei Ying,” his husband’s melodious voice grounded him, along with those long fingers combing through his wet hair. “Are you awake?”

The darkness surrounding his mind instantly melted away as he opened his silver eyes and slowly sat up. He was still in the tub, but his skin wasn’t wrinkly and gross. His husband must’ve taken him out for a bit and changed the water before putting him back in. A warmth settled into his heart, one that made him smile with true, genuine love and joy. 

“Lan Zhan!” He happily cried, leaning forward to press their lips together. It was short and sweet, forcing a whine from Wei Ying when his husband pulled back so soon. 

“You are hurt.”

Hurt? Was he talking about his hair? No, those golden eyes rested upon his shoulders, prompting him to lightly brush his fingers against one of them - only to flinch away from the sting. 

Right, the owl’s claws sunk into his shoulders. With all the crap he was covered in, it was no wonder he nor the disciples realized it. 

“Okay, in my defense, who thought that stupid annoying owl was a fucking huge yao.” The villagers hadn’t even mentioned it, and with his foul mood, he forgot to ask about it. “The resentment was sealed until it changed into its true form. Way more formidable than that siren.” 

Those golden eyes narrowed in both anger and concern, unable to tear themselves away from the scabbed over marks. The glare made Wei Ying’s own expression soften, unable to help himself from reaching up and cradling his husband’s face. 

“I am here, I am safe,” he quietly reassured, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m not leaving without you, Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, Hanguang-jun, my husband. I promise.” Their lips crashed together, the kiss urgent and all absorbing. They kissed until their lips were red and nearly swollen, especially Wei Ying’s. 

As they took a moment to catch their breaths, Lan Zhan’s fingers once more threaded through Wei Ying’s hair, easily getting caught and tangled in all the crap that practically glued his strands together. The reminder made him whine, pulling Lan Zhan closer to the tub so he could bury his face into his shoulder. 

“Lan Zhannn, I’m hideous now. I can’t be caught with you in public or I’ll taint your reputation even more!”

“Wei Ying never tainted my reputation. Even if you had, I would not have cared.” He pulled his fingers out and tried running them through a different section of his hair, failing as they quickly got caught up in the yarn-ball mess. 

“I’ll never get to enjoy your hands running through my hair eitherrrrr,” he continued to whine like a child. In the back of his mind, he could hear Yanli asking him how old he was. 

“Sizhui informed me, so I’ve come prepared.”

His heart fluttered again. “Our boy is something else,” he happily sighed, feeling more warmth envelop his chest. “Hanguang-jun raised him to be such a gentleman.”

“We raised him,” Lan Zhan clarified, uncapping a bottle and pouring the contents in his hands. Wei Ying couldn’t help but snort, leaning back into the tub as to avoid his husband from getting all soapy too. Normally he’d relish the idea, but not with the crud stuck in his hair. 

“I think I taught him how to be everything but a gentleman.”

“Wei Ying taught him how to be a child. That is what he needed back then.” 

Huh, he never thought about it like that. It really put a few things into perspective for him. Back then, they didn’t have much, yet they managed to find happiness in the smallest of things. 

A soft hum left his lips as Lan Zhan started lathering his hair with the new shampoo that smelled like minty lemons with hints of other pleasant scents. His strong, slender fingers squeezed his hair together as he lathered it in, attempting to force it between the cracks and crevices of the crap in his hair. It felt nice and relaxing, especially when he started to deeply massage his scalp. A soft moan left his lips as his eyes fluttered closed, feeling his body fully relax. The sound made those hands hesitate for a moment before regaining their momentum, taking extra care not to get any in his eyes or ears. 

All good things come to an end, this being no exception. Using a spare ribbon to tie his hair into a bun so it could soak, his husband dipped his hands into the water, to which Wei Ying immediately captured. Without hesitation he pressed soft kisses to each knuckle, terribly grateful for his soulmate’s dedication and unyielding love. 

“I’m glad you’re here, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn, me too.” He wasn’t supposed to come. While it was hard to be separated for long periods of time, they were getting better at it, even if it hurt. After this night hunt they were supposed to head over to a village suffering from illusions caused by an unknown force, to which Lan Zhan would meet up with them after their first investigation. 

Sizhui no doubt sent for him earlier due to the stupid owl attack. 

Turning his hand over, Lan Zhan felt for his meridians, transferring some spiritual power to aid in healing the wounds on his shoulders. By now Wei Ying knew better than to argue. He let it happen, catching his reflection in the bathwater and snorting. 

While his hair was done up in a bun, it reminded him of a little apple on his head. Back in the day when he used to share baths with Jiang Cheng, they’d often mess up each other’s hair using the shampoo and conditioner to make all crazy shapes. 

With his free hand he reached up and carefully pulled on pieces of the hair in the bun, shaping the hair into a little crude bunny. 

“Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, it’s a bunny!” He laughed, prompting those golden eyes to open and peek up at the messed up bun. A hint of a smile crossed his face, making Wei Ying nearly melt. 

He needed more of that. 

Pinching around, he made it look like a mouse. “Look look! It’s like a smaller bunny.” It didn’t look too different from the bunny, but the longer tail was the dead giveaway to what he was trying to make. Watching his husband’s reactions only egged him on, horribly constructing other animals that eventually ruined the integrity of the bun. Not that it mattered, it gave Wei Ying full reign to his soapy hair, shaping it into everything he could imagine. 

“Duck, mountain, crown-!” He went on and on, giggling like he was a child again. The small glimmering light in those golden eyes spoke volumes, revealing Lan Zhan’s never done this before. Eventually his hands let go of Wei Ying’s wrist to move and form the hair into shapes himself. Because this was his first time, guessing was extremely hard, but he didn’t seem to mind, not when it made Wei Ying laugh harder each time. 

Like before, all good things must come to an end. Lan Zhan dutifully started to rinse his hair, his fingers actually gliding through the strands this time. There were a few times they struggled against a stubborn batch, but thankfully the shampoo was powerful and washed it all away. 

Out of the tub, Wei Ying sat in Lan Zhan’s lap, sighing happily as his husband carefully combed his hair. With how tangled it was, he started with the ends, slowly making his way up. When it got to the point of being knot-free, he continued to brush it, knowing how much Wei Ying loved the sensation. 

“Better?” Lan Wangji quietly asked, pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Wei Ying buried his face further into his shoulder, making it harder to brush his hair. He no longer cared, he just wanted to sleep against his beloved. 

“Lan Zhan… if that was permanently in my hair, would you still love me?” He whispered quietly, a little shame twisted in his tone. 

Lan Zhan set the brush down before pushing Wei Ying into the bed, kissing him lovingly on the lips. Their fingers slowly threaded together, squeezing each other so fondly their hearts ached. 

Pulling away, his husband pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, tip of the nose, both cheeks, then his chin. Now wasn’t the time for sexual advances, as much as they both loved to uphold “everyday means everyday.”

Instead he rolled onto his back, pulling Wei Ying on top of himself. “I love you in any and every way I can get you, in this life, and all our future ones.”

Tears gathered in his silver eyes, unable to help himself from burying his face into his soulmate’s chest. 

“You too. I will always love you, my Lan Zhan.”

The two whispered sweet nothings as they slowly drifted to sleep, Lan Zhan’s fingers still running through his husband’s now silky strands.

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[twistedappletree]

TYPE: One-shot

JURISDICTION: It’s fluffy, your honor.

PAIRING: Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, Fairy

ELEMENTS: Humor, junior banter, Gusu setting, canon universe, crush/light romance, wholesome interaction, helpless Jin Ling in an embarrassing situation because we love to see it~

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In which Jin Ling is terrified of spiders, Lan Jingyi is a mischievous chaos gremlin and Lan Sizhui comes to the rescue on a night hunt gone hilariously wrong.

Requested by a friend. 🖤🕷️🕸️

The frigid night air whipped through Jin Ling’s hair as he leapt from branch to branch in pursuit of a straggling corpse. This was his first night hunt in Gusu without his uncle nearby to supervise. The feeling was both terrifying and liberating but he also knew his uncle’s expectations of him were much higher.

He had to hunt something big.

He launched himself into the air with the toe of his boot, readied an arrow in his bow and released it into the corpse’s head. It stumbled forward and collapsed to the ground with a pathetic groan.

Jin Ling landed beside its limp body and kicked it in the side for good measure.

A sudden whirlwind of white and sky blue descended from above along with the silver glint of a sword. The sword pierced through the corpse’s neck as its wielder landed gracefully beside Jin Ling.

Jin Ling clenched his fists and stomped one foot into the dirt. “Lan Jingyi, will you quit it already?!”

The young Lan disciple next to him wiped the blade of his sword and smirked, tossing his long black bangs to the side. “Why would I quit when it makes you so mad?”

“It was already dead!”

“It twitched.”

Jin Ling grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you even following me around? Can’t find your own prey or what?”

“You don’t know? I’ve been asked to keep an eye on Young Mistress Jin.”

Jin Ling’s eyes narrowed at the nickname. “And who’s keeping an eye on you and your annoying mouth?”

Lan Jingyi sheathed his sword and placed his hands on his hips with a triumphant grin. “No one! So you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”

A strange breeze wove between them, directing their gaze to a darker section of the forest heavy with mist.

Seeing this, Lan Jingyi really did shut his mouth as the air around them turned glacial and sinister. Jin Ling took a step forward and squinted into the rapidly forming fog. “Corpses?”

Lan Jingyi shook his head. “I don’t think so. They would’ve attacked us by now. This mist, though…” He stepped forward with Jin Ling and outstretched his hand toward the growing cloud. “It feels natural but intentional. Like it’s camouflaging something.”

Jin Ling’s brows narrowed and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then what are we standing here for? Let’s go see!”

In a blur of yellow robes and blind enthusiasm, Jin Ling flew into the mist as fast as he’d spoken. Lan Jingyi tensed and called, “Hey, wait!” as he reluctantly chased after him.

Though it was hard to see through the mist, a flash of yellow pierced his murky sight. He instinctively reached out, grabbed and pulled what he thought was Jin Ling’s clothes but when he yanked his hand back, a pained cry escaped from the young Jin disciple. Lan Jingyi looked down to see that he’d grabbed his hair instead.

Before he could let go and apologize, Jin Ling twirled around and thwacked him upside the ribs with his sheathed sword. Lan Jingyi wailed pitifully and buckled over. He held his side and hissed in pain. “The hell was that for?!”

Jin Ling shoved his peeved face through the mist and glared down at him. “What do you mean what was it for?! You almost ripped my hair out, idiot!”

Lan Jingyi whined and rubbed his sore ribs. “You really do have the temper of a young mistress.”

“Shut up!”

“Point proven.”

Just when Jin Ling was about to hit him again, a curious skittering noise came from the towering trees above them. Lan Jingyi winced as he rose to his feet. “Shit… I knew it.”

Jin Ling gave him a look of confusion and annoyance, still bitter about having his hair yanked like a horse with no reigns. He worked on fixing his loosened ponytail and asked, “Knew what?”

“This place, this fog—I knew it seemed familiar. There’s tales about mist covered nests deep in Gusu’s woods that belong to giant man-eating spiders.”

Jin Ling froze at the mention of spiders. Though he kept this fact to himself, he hated spiders and the thought of a gargantuan blood-thirsty spider speeding towards him on its abnormally large, spindly legs made his skin crawl. “I’ve… I’ve never heard of such a thing. Ridiculous! Probably just a lame rumor meant to scare kids and keep them out of the woods.”

“Maybe,” Lan Jingyi shrugged, “But I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the old man talking about it with HanGuang-Jun back at the Cloud Recesses.”

Jin Ling swallowed at the thought of Lan Qiren and Hanguang-Jun seriously discussing something like this. “Whatever,” he dismissed. “I see no webs and no spiders, so I’m going to go check out that noise and catch something. Stay here and keep scaring yourself with pointless stories if you wanna be a baby.”

Jin Ling did his best to hide his anxiety and whipped around before jumping up into the trees. Lan Jingyi scowled and scrambled after him. “Young Mistress Jin!” he shouted, hoping to anger him enough that he’d come back. However, Jin Ling ignored him and pressed on.

Irritated, Lan Jingyi closely followed the sound of rustling leaves and groaning wood as Jin Ling pounced from branch to branch above him. Finally, he heard a sudden ‘oof!’ as the noises in the trees stopped.

“Jin Ling?” Lan Jingyi called, unable to see anything through the dense fog.

“Wha… what is this?!” Jin Ling said, his tone strained and full of confusion.

Lan Jingyi heard the small twinge of panic in the other’s voice and followed it to a modest clearing where the mist was significantly thinner. He waved away the remaining milky haze until he was greeted by a sight so comically bewildering that he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

In front of him was a giant spiderweb woven between the trunks of two strong trees and caught in the center was a struggling Jin Ling with all four limbs splayed like a flying squirrel hovering a mere four feet off the ground.

Lan Jingyi stared blankly for a moment before erupting with laughter. The vision before him was so hilariously satisfying that he almost fell over. Jin Ling’s rage was bubbling up again but he opted to ignore Lan Jingyi’s cackles and focused on trying to tear his hands and legs free. He punched and kicked and rocked forward but the web was surprisingly strong, as though it was specifically woven to catch human prey.

“This is too good, it’s too good!” Lan Jingyi chanted, practically rolling on the ground with wild amusement.

“Will you shut up already?” Jin Ling snapped. “I can’t focus with all your screeching!”

Lan Jingyi tried to catch his breath in between laughs. “If you didn’t storm off like a moody mistress, you wouldn’t have to focus on this.”

Jin Ling tried to lunge forward but it was no use. The web had him locked in place from head to toe. He exhaled and stopped trying for a moment. “Then how about you make yourself useful for once and get me out of here?”

Lan Jingyi pretended to contemplate while an impish idea surfaced in his mind. I’ll just leave him here for a bit to scare him, then come back to help, he thought. He choked back his laughter and composed himself before staring up at Jin Ling with a feigned serious expression.

“No way,” Lan Jingyi barked, his tone sharp but still laced with amusement. “It’s your own fault for barging into this situation, so get out of there yourself!”

Jin Ling fumed and flailed as much as his trapped limbs would allow. “Seriously?! If my uncle finds out you left me here, he’ll… h-he’ll…!”

Laughter bubbled out of Lan Jingyi. “He’ll what? Scold you for getting caught instead of doing the catching? He’d probably leave you here too!”

Jin Ling’s face burned with anger and embarrassment. “Then get me down so we can finish the hunt and actually catch something!”

Lan Jingyi crossed his arms and puffed out his chest like a cocky pigeon. “Nope. Think of this as a cultivation trial. If you can free yourself from that web before the spider comes back, you’ll be ready to face the deepest, darkest depths of Gusu’s wilderness.”

This was the second time he’d mentioned the spider. Jin Ling’s face paled at the thought of whatever mammoth eight-legged beast owned the web he was trapped in. He could barely handle normal sized spiders, though he’d never dream of revealing his fear to Lan Jingyi.

While Jin Ling manically tore through hypothetical scenarios and outcomes if the spider showed up, Lan Jingyi turned around and started walking away. “H-Hey!” Jin Ling shouted. “Where are you going?!”

“Hunting!” Lan Jingyi called back before disappearing into the trees.

Jin Ling huffed with frustration and wiggled around. “What a loser.”

He quickly realized that struggling only made the web’s grip on him stronger since the more he flailed, the more heavy strands of sticky silk wound themselves around his wrists and ankles. Burning the web away was out of the question since he couldn’t reach his talismans and calling his uncle for help was far too embarrassing.

He wouldn’t be surprised if his uncle really did just leave him there like Lan Jingyi predicted. Regardless, he couldn’t reach his flares either.

Jin Ling furrowed his brow and pouted angrily as he brainstormed. “I can’t believe I’m asking myself this,” he mumbled, “but what would Wei Wuxian do?”

Suddenly, he had a flashback to the last time Wei Wuxian ‘handled’ a difficult situation: by running around like a chicken with no head and shrieking for HanGuang-Jun to come save him.

“Useless!” he spat.

He didn’t know how Wei Wuxian could be so shameless, so ridiculous. The last thing he needed right now was another Lan showing up and gloating at his predicament.

Just then, a rustling noise came from the bushes to his right. He froze, remembering the spider but whatever was in the bushes was far too small to create such a large web. Jin Ling watched carefully as the fluffy head of a well-groomed dog popped out of the leaves accompanied by the gentle chime of a round bell around its collar.

“Fairy!” Jin Ling exclaimed. “Where have you been?! Quick, go get help from—“

Jin Ling grew quiet as more rustling came from the bushes and a tall, handsome boy dressed in the white robes of the Lan sect stepped out. He brushed a generous amount of twigs and leaves out of his raven bangs that had accumulated from following Fairy through the forest.

Jin Ling’s face blanched. “…Lan Sizhui…?!”

Lan Sizhui looked up at him with a pair of wide, doe-like eyes that sparkled quite brilliantly in the moonlight. His mouth fell open at the sight of Jin Ling in the web, not entirely sure how to respond to the situation.

“Young Master Jin! There you are,” said Lan Sizhui, a wave of relief in his pleasant voice. “Are you alright?”

Jin Ling glowered at him and turned up his nose. “Tch. How about you ask your annoying Lan twin? He’s the one who left me here!”

Lan Sizhui blinked. “Lan Jingyi…?” He sighed and walked closer to Jin Ling, Fairy trotting triumphantly at his side as though she’d brought her master his knight in shining armor.

Lan Sizhui studied both the web and Jin Ling for a moment and suppressed a chuckle. He looked up at him with a sympathetic smile. “You’re stuck?”

Jin Ling turned beet red and snapped, “I’m not!!!” I-I’m just thinking…!”

Lan Sizhui smiled again, amused by his unwavering pride and reached for a small hunting knife that was strapped to his upper thigh. While Jin Ling was trying his best not to look at him, Lan Sizhui began carefully cutting away the web around his wrists.

Jin Ling’s face was burning with humiliation. Out of all the people Fairy could’ve brought, it just had to be Lan Sizhui—the last person he’d ever want to see him like this. Not to mention, Lan Sizhui was almost a carbon copy of HanGuang-Jun, albeit much more talkative and expressive. Jin Ling mentally prepared himself for receiving a long-winded, boring lecture once he was saved.

After a few minutes of meticulously sawing through the web, Jin Ling’s right hand was freed. He thought about grabbing one of his talismans and burning the rest of the web but his thoughts were instantly scrambled by the tender way Lan Sizhui held his hand to help him balance.

Shocked speechless, he ripped his hand away and immediately fell forward at an awkward angle, crashing directly into Lan Sizhui’s shoulder. He went from holding his hand to hooking his one free arm around Lan Sizhui’s neck and he couldn’t decide which of the two positions were more embarrassing.

His paranoia told him that Lan Jingyi was hiding somewhere in the bushes watching, snickering and memorizing every detail for blackmail purposes. Jin Ling sneered at the thought.

He stared down at Fairy who was sitting obediently in front of the web, wagging her tail and watching with keen interest as Lan Sizhui worked on freeing Jin Ling’s other wrist. However, he wasn’t prepared for the offset of balance that came with both of his hands being freed. For a moment, he felt as if he was actually going to fall and all of his anger melted into a potent jolt of fear.

Jin Ling yelped as he quickly clasped his other hand around Lan Sizhui’s neck and trembled with nerves. “Wah—! Don’t drop me!”

Lan Sizhui blushed from seeing Jin Ling so worried. The way he was hugging his neck made his cheeks flush a few shades darker. He gently but cautiously patted Jin Ling on the back in an attempt to reassure him. “I won’t drop you. I’m not Lan Jingyi, you know.”

Jin Ling grumbled at the mention and plopped his chin onto Lan Sizhui’s shoulder, glaring into the distance like a perturbed cat.

“I’m doing your ankles next,” Lan Sizhui warned. “You can use my back for support, okay?”

Just as Jin Ling was about to protest, Lan Sizhui crouched down. Jin Ling’s torso propelled forward and he hastily propped himself up with his forearms, using Lan Sizhui’s back as a platform. If the positions before were embarrassing, this was simply mortifying. His eyes darted around his eerily quiet surroundings as he tried to think about anything other than Lan Sizhui’s selfless chivalry, the way his lean muscles moved beneath Jin Ling’s body as he cut the web, and the warm scent of orange blossom and cedar wood clinging to Lan Sizhui’s clothes.

But the only unrelated thought that came to mind was the spider. Suddenly, Jin Ling wished he’d kept thinking about Lan Sizhui and stealthily inhaled the clean scent of the Lan boy’s robes for comfort.

“Um… Sizhui?”

Hearing Jin Ling say his name without ‘Lan’ was a rare occurrence and usually meant he had something serious to say. Lan Sizhui glanced to his side in acknowledgment. “Yes, Young Master Jin?”

Jin Ling swallowed. “Are there really giant spiders in Gusu’s forests? And do they really eat people?”

Lan Sizhui smiled. “Lan Jingyi’s been telling his horror stories, I assume?”

Jin Ling deflated onto Lan Sizhui’s back with an exasperated huff. “So he lied to me.”

“Not entirely,” Lan Sizhui revealed. “There’s giant spiders in the forest but they rarely eat people since nobody ever ventures that far in. I’m actually surprised you managed to find a web so close to the Cloud Recesses.”

Jin Ling furrowed his brow. “I really have rotten luck, then.”

Lan Sizhui laughed and shook his head, his hands still working dexterously at the webs around Jin Ling’s ankles. “For this situation, I’d say you lucked out. Take this web, for example—it’s still sticky enough to catch things but it’s fairly old and probably abandoned. Even if I’d showed up later than I did, the worst that could’ve happened is you being stuck here for a bit longer.”

Jin Ling slapped a fist down onto the small of Lan Sizhui’s back, causing the taller boy to rock forward from the shock. “That’s still a ‘what if’ scenario! I swear I’m gonna sic Fairy on Lan Jingyi the moment I see him next!” His voice fell quiet as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “I really could’ve died out here.”

A caring softness spread across Lan Sizhui’s face and his voice came in a barely audible whisper. “I’d never let that happen.”

“Huh?”

“Hm?” Lan Sizhui replied, pretending as if he didn’t say anything. “Ah, nothing.”

Finally, both of Jin Ling’s ankles were freed and he scrambled up Lan Sizhui’s back until his arms were hooked around his neck again. Lan Sizhui held him at the waist and carefully lowered him to the ground, letting him tap the toe of his boot on the dirt to make sure it was safe before planting his feet.

Jin Ling slumped his shoulders and sighed with relief, glad to be out of the web. Lan Sizhui expected him to go back to his fiery, combative self but to his surprise, Jin Ling frowned up at him with a bashful, apologetic expression.

“I… t-thank you for helping me.”

The words seemed incredibly difficult for him to say but they were earnest. He could tell by the way Jin Ling’s amber eyes burned with gratitude like a storm of autumn foliage. The sight was rather breathtaking, though he didn’t dare admit this out loud. Lan Sizhui blinked in disbelief before settling into a friendly smile. “Of course. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Jin Ling blushed again and quickly looked at the ground, the sincerity of Lan Sizhui’s words setting his nerves alight.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui said, eyes trained on Jin Ling’s wrists. “Let me see your hands.”

Jin Ling snapped his head back up. “H-Huh? Why?” Even as he asked the question, he subconsciously lifted his hands as if Lan Sizhui’s melodic voice possessed him to do so.

“The webs,” Lan Sizhui said. When he smiled, his eyes smiled too and Jin Ling paused to study the way his irises shifted from indigo grey to deep azure to cold amethyst in the moonlight—so strikingly opposite to Jin Ling’s wildfire gaze. He couldn’t look away even if he tried.

With his hands hovering in the air, Lan Sizhui began untangling the remainder of the webs from Jin Ling’s wrists and discarded the thick silk strands onto the ground.

Fairy immediately took notice of this and trotted over to Jin Ling’s ankles. She bit and gnawed at the webs on his boots and ripped them away quite efficiently. Lan Sizhui grinned at her efforts. “Good girl! Your master is lucky to have you.”

Normally, Jin Ling would’ve retaliated by now but Lan Sizhui glanced back up at him only to find he was frozen in place with a look of bewilderment as if he’d realized something important and didn’t know how to process it.

Lan Sizhui’s fingers lingered on his wrists for a moment. He frowned and tilted his head. “Young Master Jin? Are you feeling alright?”

Jin Ling finally looked down at where Lan Sizhui’s slender fingers grazed his skin and blushed so furiously he thought his head might explode. He felt dizzy and warm and unable to function. When Lan Sizhui suddenly reached up to brush a strand of spider’s silk from his hair, his chest buzzed like a hive of bees.

“Sorry,” Lan Sizhui said sheepishly. “I just noticed it now.”

For whatever reason, a million thoughts were running through Jin Ling’s mind that he would’ve slapped himself for earlier. Maybe it was the air or the time of night or some strange delirium from being trapped in the web—he couldn’t be sure. He just knew that right now, in this moment, he really liked Lan Sizhui.

He liked his tranquil eyes and gentle smiles. He liked the way his soft raven bangs swept over his headband and tempted his fingers to brush them to the side. He liked that he had to look up at him because of their height difference. He liked how his quiet, soothing voice washed over him in clement waves.

But most of all, he liked the way he touched him. Cautious but daring, soft yet protective. Jin Ling realized that from the moment Lan Sizhui showed up, he felt safe regardless of how many fits he threw.

“Sizhui,” Jin Ling said, trying his best to regain himself. “Can we…”

There was a significant pause between them but Lan Sizhui waited, afraid he might scare Jin Ling into saying ‘never mind’ if he interrupted. He didn’t even know what he expected him to say but he felt anxious with anticipation.

“Can we stay together? For the rest of the hunt?” Jin Ling immediately tore his gaze away from Lan Sizhui, shocked at how such simple words could be so humiliating to say.

Lan Sizhui’s lips parted and his eyes glistened with surprise. He lightly squeezed Jin Ling’s wrists and beamed at the request. “Of course.”

Jin Ling looked back at him with a shining expression, drinking up every detail of Lan Sizhui’s smiling face. When Lan Sizhui released his wrists, he suddenly felt cold so he sidled up beside him as close as he could without causing suspicion.

Their shoulders brushed together as they left the now mangled web and walked back into the forest, Fairy trotting happily behind.

“I’m still gonna kill Lan Jingyi,” Jin Ling muttered.

“Let’s just work on killing corpses for now,” said Lan Sizhui, laughing nervously.

“I’ll turn him into a corpse first, then!”

Lan Sizhui sighed. Senior Wei, what have you been teaching my a-Ling?

{ 🖤 }

#mdzs #the untamed #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #zhuiling #mdzs fairy #mo dao su zhi #mdzs fanfic #fic request #mdzs fanfiction #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #I’m putting a TW for swearing but there’s only like 1 swear word so lmfao #I always keep it pretty PG when writing about the juniors #so this is pure fluff and comedy and cute sort of budding puppy love stuff #no extreme violence or sadness or anything like that #also can’t get over the phrase ‘what would wei wuxian do?’ ALSJALKF #like I aggressively headcanon that this is just something the juniors regularly ask themselves in difficult situations #because WWX taught and showed them so many new and unconventional ways of handling things #and so whenever they’re in a ✨situation✨ they’re just like #W-W-WWX-D? #lmfAOOOO #my fics #also if there’s any mistakes apologies in advance #I wrote this so fast and was so happy to be done with it that I just slapped it on here with like #barely any revision LOL #apple fics 🍎

[dragonofeternal]

Send me a character/ship + a prompt, and I'll write you a ficlet!

Dinner party

Left for dead

I know all sorts of things I don't believe

Bright 

Hollow 

Garden

A fine, fine line 

Lantern

Spill

Reap

Lie

Elation 

Mischief

Reward

Alibi

Fortune telling 

Tinkering

Killing time 

A cunning plan

Strike a pose

False alarm

Hitchhiker/stowaway

Something in my eye 

Don't look down

Never a dull moment with you 

I'm getting too old for this

You've outdone yourself

If you play the opening wrong, the game's already lost

Tell me, where is evil bred? 

What would they do with their freedom? 

Adventure is only one mistake away

Just shoot me

I have good news and bad news

Now life is beautiful 

How much more can you take? 

Arms outstretched 

Fangs

Bones 

In case of emergency… 

Beauty and the Beast

Along the roadside 

I don't know what I saw, but… 

'Tis but a flesh wound! 

A candle burning at both ends

Those who hunt monsters should take care, lest they thereby become monsters themselves 

They sicken of the calm, who know the storm 

Frolicked in the Autumn mist

Snake oil

Burnt offerings

Study buddies

There and back again 

Eat, drink, and be merry

Hodge podge

Stolen moments

Torture

Distant thunder 

Back-to-back

Huddling for warmth 

To first blood

Cold snap

Human, but a bit to the left

Overgrown 

Cards

#prompts #writing prompts #other writers feel free to reblog and steal! #I put this together back in 2019 for twitter requests lol #But someone commented on a fic I wrote from it and reminded me about it #Mostly in the mood to write Trigun rn #but I'll accept any fandom you know I like #Persona/MDZS/YGO/Magi whatever lol if you've seen me post about it it's fair game

[loosingmoreletters]

Hi! Sorry to drop into your asks so soon again, but would you continue that SAO AU for me? Pretty pretty please?

I love your ficlets, thank you for writing!

oh, please feel very welcome in my asks! I'm sure happy to know someone loves my writing so much. And here you go! Let's look at baby wangxian.

Part 1 | 2

Wei Wuxian had yet to kill anyone in this death game, but the moment he could get his hands on Wen Chao, he’d wring his neck. He wouldn’t use his sword or any talismans, anything from his stats. Only his raw strength. He’d make him feel all the artificial pain until it burned.

His health bar wasn’t looking like he’d get a chance to confront Wen Chao, however.

It looked disappointingly like he was going to die in this boss fight. At least Jiang Cheng and the others had made it out. They could retry this fight after they’d gone a couple levels up. Wei Wuxian had no idea whether the level reset once they die, but if it didn’t, maybe he should empty out his storage, not that he had anything particularly useful in there.

“How are you, Lan Zhan?”

His companion sat as still as he had for the last hour. His health bar was only slightly better than Wei Wuxian’s, courtesy of Gusu’s stat boost the sect’s members got whenever they adhered to their rules or something, Wei Wuxian honestly didn’t know. Yunmeng came with a wicked weapons’ skill he’d abused nearly to the point of breaking game mechanics.

Maybe he should’ve gone with the Nie to get their berserker skill. That could’ve saved them, maybe.

“Lan Zhan,” Wie Wuxian called out again. “Are you done ignoring me yet?”

Lan Zhan exhaled. “I have not been ignoring you.”

Score!

Wei Wuxian grinned. “That’s what it looked like from here. So, you got a plan for how you want to spend your last hours?”

Lan Zhan’s face twitched only barely. You had to hand it to Wen Crop., they knew their shit. The neural transfer was near perfect.

“We will not die here.”

“We’re more than just a couple missions away from getting enough experience to fight the Xuanwu of Slaughter,” Wei Wuxian replied drily. “While I think Yunmeng’s motto is very encouraging, I’m not an idiot.”

No, they’d die here, in a plot irrelevant side-mission because fuck Wei Wuxian especially, apparently.

A whole year of this hell already and this was how Wei Wuxian would die, stuck in a terrible cave with a worse monster, without ever hugging his family close again. He wanted to cry, but the reaction wouldn’t do anything to fix his mental state.

“We can make up the lack of experience,” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Wuxian blanked. “What?”

Lan Zhan looked into the direction of the Xuanwu of slaughter before nodding confidently. “Marriage.”

Usually, Wei Wuxian found Lan Zhan’s carefully curated sentences hilarious, but he wasn’t following. “What do you mean?”

“Marriage allows spouses to share a skill,” Lan Zhan elaborated and activated his menu, pulling guqin strings from his storage.

Yeah, Jiang Cheng knew that. The ability sounded better than it was however, because it essentially only allowed one partner to borrow a skill while the other had to go without—

Oh.

“My weapons’ proficiency,” Wei Wuxian said. “You want it to what? Enhance the strings?”

“I think with the boost, my chord assassination could do significant damage.”

It was absolutely insane. Wei Wuxian exceled and these types of games because he had great instinct and was pretty quick at his math. He could calculate in a split second how much damage he’d need to deal and running his numbers, he could only come to one conclusion.

“It won’t be enough,” Wei Wuxian said. “Not that alone.”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan looked like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, which wasn’t fair at all. Wei Wuxian enjoyed being a step ahead. “You can use my purification bonus.”

Right, that was what Gusu granted him. Pretty useful on nighthunts, even if slightly too defensive for Wei Wuxian’s tastes.

Still, laughter bubbled up his throat. “Sure, we can try that. Until death does us part, Lan Zhan?”

Lan Zhan grimaced, as much as Lan Zhan deigned to show such an expression anyway, and sent the marriage request. The pop-up window looked like a joke, all hearts and cutesy bunnies kissing. It was a miracle that Lan Zhan had sent a request like that. Wei Wuxian shuddered to think what the other marriage request pop up windows looked like if Lan Zhan chose that one.

“You can’t divorce me after this,” Wei Wuxian said. “We’d end up with a month-long penalty.”

“Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“Accept the request.”

#wei wuxian #mdzs #the untamed #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs fanfic #fanfic #ask #enystis #there were blank marriage requests btw. lwj chose the cutesy one #also if someone asks me nicely to write fic for them i will #not to be pathetic but im starved for attention skjdfgksjfg

[silverthesarcasticbard]

is there an AU or something where mian mian is bingqiu’s lovechild?

I would really like to see that

pls

#mdzs #svsss #bingqiu lovechild request #Someone pls write fanfic of this #scum villian self saving system #mo dao zu shi

[wangxian-the-zhijis]

So I’m thinking of writing wangxian fics! I’m new to the fandom so I’ll be a new name! Of the 35k MDZS/CQL fics in ao3, what concept/s do you guys think is lacking?

#here is me asking u guys to give me some requests or ideas on what fic to write #btw lan zhan is my favorite character 🥰 #wei ying second ofc 🥰 #and i havent finished donghua mdzs yet so all my imaginations will be cql #im thinking of writing lwj whump w/ protective wwx since ive only seen a few of those in ao3 #and we’ve seen so much protective lwj w/ hurt wwx a lot in cql #so it wud be nice to reverse their roles #and since lwj is my favorite character its only natural i want to hurt him 😘 #the untamed #cql #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #wangxian

[ibijau]

Last Request pt1 / On AO3

“That doesn’t sound very wise,” Lan Xichen said and even Nie Huaisang couldn’t have missed how exhausted he sounded. But of course, with the war going the way it had gone, that was hardly a surprise. Even Nie Huaisang was affected. More than affected. Until this letter arrived, he thought he’d lost everything.

But then that letter had arrived, just that morning. It came from Meng Yao, a man who Nie Huaisang had never met in person, but who his brother had written about at length, back when he had still written at all. Meng Yao had been Nie Mingjue’s right hand man for a while, someone for whom he'd had nothing but compliments. In fact, they’d gotten on so well that Nie Mingjue had apparently organised an engagement between his right hand man and his little brother, shortly before he died. And Meng Yao, knowing this, had taken great risk to return to the Unclean Realm after the death of Nie Mingjue, so that he could protect Qinghe Nie in his fiancé’s place until Nie Huaisang managed to come home and take his rightful place.

If he were honest, Nie Huaisang did not want to return to Qinghe. He’d never been particularly popular within his sect, and knew he was no war leader. But then again, there was no war anymore. They’d lost. Nie Mingjue was dead. Lan Wangji was almost certainly dead. Jiang Cheng, after wasting months looking for Wei Wuxian in vain, probably considered himself lucky that Qin Cangye had offered to let him marry his daughter, while his sister was rumoured to perhaps get married to Jin Zixun, now that she no longer had enough prestige to ever marry Jin Zixuan.

Nie Huaisang was lucky he still had a sect, and luckier still that Meng Yao was willing to help him with it. If he went back, he’d be a sect leader in name only, while Meng Yao would run things for him… not that he expected there to be many things to be run. If Qinghe Nie was in the same state as Gusu Lan…

Nie Huaisang looked up at Lan Xichen, whose face was grey and tight, looking more like a living corpse than the bright young cultivator who everyone had considered the most eligible bachelor of his generation. Lan Xichen had just returned to Gusu, but apparently it was generally agreed he wouldn’t stay. It was the price Gusu Lan would have to pay to survive. Having already lost Lan Wangji, they also had to exile Lan Xichen, and be led by Lan Qiren who Wen Ruohan judged unthreatening.

“I have to go,” Nie Huaisang said. “It’s what Da-ge wanted.”

Lan Xichen threw him a rather unimpressed look, as if to say that Nie Huaisang had never cared before what his brother wanted, and that it was a little late to start worrying about that.

“It could be a trap,” Lan Xichen pointed out.

“You said it’s in Meng Yao’s handwriting,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “You said he’s trustworthy, and I know Da-ge trusted him too.”

“You’d have to go all the way to Qinghe,” Lan Xichen insisted. “And you wouldn’t be able to fly.”

“I suppose it is a bit far from me.”

“Forget about it being far. The Wens closely monitor the skies, searching for rebels. Which is what you are for now. If they can capture you, they might use you as a puppet to take control over Qinghe Nie.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged, and looked down again at the letter. “Well, it’s also theirs if I don’t go home, isn’t it? Meng Yao can use his position as my fiancé for a little while, but sooner or later it won’t be enough, and the Wens are going to make some excuse to destroy everything that’s left. But if I’m there, it’s more difficult. I’ll have legitimacy… and Meng Yao’s smart, right? Da-ge always said how smart he is. If I’m here to lend my name and title, I’m sure Meng Yao will find a way to solve this!”

Lan Xichen grimaced slightly, thinking perhaps that Nie Huaisang, true to himself, just wanted to dump all of his problems on someone else. Which was absolutely true. Nie Huaisang existed only to wear nice clothes and collect pretty things and do nothing of any use whatsoever. He was so grateful to Meng Yao for being around, and to Nie Mingjue for taking care of him one last time by providing him with a husband who would deal with difficult things for him.

“I promised Mingjue-xiong I’d keep you safe,” Lan Xichen said. “He sent you here to be safe.”

“But how safe am I in the Cloud Recesses, and for how long?”

Again, Lan Xichen made a face, though this time he was quick to cover it with an empty smile. Nie Huaisang couldn't blame him. If they were willing to get rid of their own sect leader, surely it wouldn’t take long before they also decided they couldn’t keep a guest as dangerous as Nie Huaisang.

“I have to go,” Nie Huaisang said in a forlorn tone, thinking already how uncomfortable it would be to travel, especially when he would have to be discreet, and what money he’d brought with him when he’d left home was running low. He might not be able to get the best rooms at inns, might have to settle for second best, and how tragic was that? And he’d have to travel as fast as he could, too, which meant no sightseeing, and very little tasting of food, and he wouldn’t get to buy as many souvenirs as he’d like, and…

“Then let me walk you there,” Lan Xichen offered, startling Nie Huaisang out of his carefully planned miseries. “I owe this to your brother. I will get you home, where you will be safe.”

“Xichen-gege, that’s unreasonable!” Nie Huaisang cried out. “The Wens are looking for you even more than they’re looking for me! They’d merely imprison me, but you? They’d kill you!”

Lan Xichen nodded calmly, as if thinking little of his own death.

“No matter where I go, I will be at risk. If I must wander away from home, let it be of use to someone. I couldn’t protect my brother, and I couldn’t protect Mingjue. If I also turn my back on you, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

Nie Huaisang broke into tears, touched by such a noble declaration. Of course, he broke into tears at just about anything these days, including at lunch when there had been a very tiny piece of carrot in his meal that looked lonely and sad and miserable without anyone to protect it, but for once the tears really felt justified.

“Xichen-gege, I’m not worthy of your kindness, but I’ll take it anyway! Da-ge is lucky to have had friends like you and Meng Yao, and I’m lucky as well to have the two of you to take care of me!”

Lan Xichen smiled sadly, and let him cry as much as he needed, which was terribly kind of him. Everyone else was always scolding Nie Huaisang for crying so much, but Lan Xichen let it happen and never said a word, even hugging Nie Huaisang and rubbing his back when the tears really got too strong. Then, when Nie Huaisang had calmed down, Lan Xichen made sure he drank something, and only then did he start talking about the practical side of their plan.

Almost immediately, they agreed that they would have to leave in secret. Lan Qiren would be told, because Lan Xichen couldn’t bear to go away without giving his uncle a proper farewell, but no one else in Gusu Lan was to know. Nie Huaisang was to pack only the most essentials of his possessions, and would pretend in the morning that he was going into town on an errand, as he had often done since he’d come to take refuge in the Cloud Recesses. Meanwhile, Lan Xichen would pretend to go into a short seclusion in preparation for his departure, but would actually secretly leave and meet Nie Huaisang in town.

“I’ll ask an innkeeper I know to send a message that I’m staying the night,” Nie Huaisang offered. “I’ve done that in the past, so it won’t surprise anyone. And when I don’t come back immediately, they’ll assume I’m still there for at least a day more. So even if there’s Wen sympathisers in the Cloud Recesses, they won’t notice right away that something’s wrong.”

“Meaning we only have to worry about spies outside,” Lan Xichen said. “Your face isn’t so well known that discovery is a risk as long as you dress down, but I will probably have to wear a mask. That and removing my ribbon should be enough.”

Privately, Nie Huaisang had doubts that Lan Xichen would be much good at hiding. Nevermind his face, his attitude was unique, he radiated calm and kindness like nobody else did. But since Lan Xichen was too earnest and too honest to change, a mask would have to do.

After arranging a few more details of their plan, Lan Xichen left to go warn his uncle while Nie Huaisang, all alone, tried to decide what to take with him. It was difficult, and a few times he caught himself on the verge of calling for help, just because he didn’t know at all how to do these things. He just wasn’t supposed to be doing things on his own. It was too hard, and he didn’t like it. Really, he couldn’t wait to be home again, and never have to make any efforts ever for the entire rest of his life.

Since travelling by sword wasn't an option, and Qinghe was such a great distance away, and Lan Qiren had given his nephew a small fortune as a parting gift, Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen bought horses. Or rather, Nie Huaisang chose horses, and Lan Xichen paid for them. Otherwise Lan Xichen, being an educated gentleman, would have gotten them the very best horses there were to be had in Gusu, as he had been taught to do, which Nie Huaisang argued would make them far too noticeable. Instead, Nie Huaisang chose for them a pair of decent horses, both a muddy brown colour and with a slight tendency to bite, but sturdy enough to probably last the whole journey to Qinghe. 

With horses like these, dressed as they were, with Lan Xichen wearing a mask and Nie Huaisang a large straw hat, they easily passed for ordinary travellers. Indeed they got out of Gusu without attracting any attention, and quietly travelled for the rest of the day until they found an inn on the side of the road where to spend the night. They paid for some food, and for a room where they retired as soon as they were done eating. Nie Huaisang, for one, found himself quite tired by this more active day than he was used to, and would probably have instantly fallen asleep, had he been alone.

But he was not alone, and even though Lan Xichen had not removed his mask, it was impossible to miss how forlorn he looked. And for good reasons. Nie Huaisang’s home might be altered when he’d get there, and it would never feel the same again without his brother, would never feel as safe, but it was still home, he still could go back there. Lan Xichen, after losing his brother, and his best friend, had now lost his home as well and would likely never return there, not unless Wen Ruohan’s new empire collapsed… and even then, would it still be a home for Lan Xichen, when they had been so ready to sacrifice him for their own safety?

Nie Huaisang didn’t really know how to comfort the other man, except by distracting him. So he complained about his bed being too hard, his blanket too thin, the inn too dark, and how very scared he was, until Lan Xichen, ever patient and indulgent, agreed to share a bed so Nie Huaisang would be more comfortable and feel safer. And maybe Nie Huaisang’s complaints hadn’t been so fake. With Lan Xichen holding him, he really did feel better. Like when he was a child and would climb in bed with his brother because something had scared him in the night.

Maybe Nie Huaisang cried a little at the memory, and if he did then Lan Xichen had to have felt it, holding him close as he did, but he said nothing. Nie Huaisang had always cried easily anyway, while Lan Xichen had once confided he found tears difficult to come by. It was fine for Nie Huaisang to do the crying for both of them.

The days that followed resembled that first one. They would spend their days riding their horses as far as they could, stop somewhere for the night, share a bed, Nie Huaisang would cry, and they’d fall asleep. It wasn’t the worst of routines, and though after some days Nie Huaisang found it all a little boring, he reasoned that in their situation, boring wasn’t a bad thing. Excitement was the last thing they could wish for when the Wens probably wanted to capture them both.

Still, Nie Huaisang could only last so long without something to keep him busy. So as they rode together, he took to asking Lan Xichen about a number of things. Sometimes he was curious about the war (but Lan Xichen never liked to talk about it), or about the history of whatever region they were currently crossing… but of course, his main subject of curiosity was that man he was supposed to marry, Meng Yao.

“And what can I tell you that Mingjue-xiong won’t have told you already?” Lan Xichen wondered the first time Nie Huaisang asked about that particular topic.

“Oh, plenty! You know how he was. Sure, I know that Meng Yao is a serious worker, and he has to be someone trustworthy for Da-ge to have liked him so well! I know he’ll be a good person for the sect, but I’ve got to know if he’ll be a good husband for me, too!”

Hearing this, Lan Xichen’s posture stiffened, though his face remained impassive. He was already not the most expressive of people normally, always smiling calmly, but the mask just made that worse.

“This will be a political match,” Lan Xichen gently pointed out. “And between two men, at that. I don’t think you have to worry too much about this marriage. Meng Yao is an honourable man, he wouldn’t demand…”

“But if I have to be married, I want to be fully married,” Nie Huaisang cut him with a pout. “Xichen-gege, tell me about my future husband. Is he fun? Does he read? Ah, I'm so worried, Da-ge was so complimentary of him, maybe Meng Yao is just like Da-ge and that won’t be much fun… is he handsome?”

“Yes, he is handsome,” Lan Xichen said with some hesitation. “At least, I think you will find him handsome. I will warn you that he is not very tall. About your height, I would say.”

“How rude, calling me short!” Nie Huaisang complained. “But it’s fine. I can’t easily kiss someone much taller than myself, so it’s easier if we’re the same size. Does he like men, you think?”

“I think we are treading dangerously close to gossip,” Lan Xichen said with startling dryness. “And Meng Yao is a man who suffers enough from gossip already.”

He sounded upset enough that Nie Huaisang forced himself to give the question the consideration it deserved. It was rare for Lan Xichen to be angry at anyone, least of all at Nie Huaisang, so clearly the objection had to be a serious one. And yet…

“I don’t think it’s gossip,” Nie Huaisang decided after a long reflection. “I think it’s only normal to want to know if my husband might be attracted to me. I know I can be. I’m not very picky. If someone is attractive, and they’re nice to me, and they say they’re interested in me, that’s good enough!”

“I’m sure it would take more than that,” Lan Xichen retorted.

“No, it really wouldn’t,” Nie Huaissang said, before laughing. “Do you know, for a while I even had a crush on you, because you were so nice all the time? Ah, but I got over it, don’t worry. I know you’re just nice with everyone, so don’t worry, I won’t make things weird. And besides, I’m going to marry Meng Yao, so he’s the one I need to be in love with now.”

Lan Xichen said nothing for a while. Nie Huaisang feared to have offended him by stupidly mentioning that old crush of his. He’d never heard anything about Lan Xichen cutting his sleeve, and of course some men didn’t like for other men to think of them in that manner, which always puzzled Nie Huaisang. He wasn’t too interested in girls, but if one told him she found him attractive, he’d be flattered, not angry. It really was a pity that more people weren’t like him, who was so reasonable about most things.

Nie Huaisang was starting to get worried about really upsetting Lan Xichen when at last, the other man spoke again.

“As far as I know, Meng Yao likes men and women the same,” Lan Xichen said, his voice oddly cold and detached. “I cannot say whether there will be attraction between the two of you. Those things are unpredictable of course. But with what I know of him, and what I know of you, I think there should be no incompatibility at least.”

“That’s a relief! I trust your judgement, Xichen-gege, I really do.”

“Your trust honours me.”

“Now, tell me more!” Nie Huaisang insisted. “I’ll be so embarrassed if I meet him and I don’t even know anything about him. If this were a normal wedding, the matchmaker would have given us some information. Where is he from? I know about his family of course, at least a little, but that’s not much!”

“I will not gossip,” Lan Xichen warned, and Nie Huaisang, who prided himself in getting gossip out of people even when they were determined against it, assured him that it would not be expected of him in the least.

Very cautiously, Lan Xichen explained Meng Yao’s rather delicate family history, with a mother many had shamed him for, and a father who Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have been proud of. But Lan Xichen insisted that Meng Yao has received as good an education as his mother could afford, that he’d been a diligent student, that he’d been successfully employed as a bookkeeper for a time, before deciding to try again to join a cultivation sect and making his way to Qinghe from Yunping.

“He’s from Yunping?” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “And that name, Meng... Could it be that he's...” He stopped himself. That probably would have counted as gossip, and while he loved hearing scandalous stories, he tried to be careful not to spread them, least of all when they concerned someone he might be friends with. Still, it seemed like an odd coincidence. “So, why didn’t he try to join Yunmeng Jiang, after it failed with the Jins?” Nie Huaisang asked as innocently as he could. “Surely that'd have been closer to home.”

“As I understand, he was advised against even before trying for Lanling,” Lan Xichen explained. “There was a great friendship between Jin furen and the late Yu furen, so it would have been difficult for Yunmeng Jiang to accept one of Jin zongzhu’s illegitimate children as a disciple.”

That all rather fit with one certain drunken conversation Nie Huaisang had with Jiang Cheng, a little after Wei Wuxian had been kicked out of the Cloud Recesses. Nie Huaisang thought of mentioning it, but figured it maybe wasn't his place. Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have liked it, and they were both sect leaders now, so he couldn’t afford to make Jiang Cheng angry.

How boring, to have to be reasonable about things.

“I guess, especially since Yu furen had anger issues," Nie Huaisang said instead. 

“Gossip.”

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!”

“Then let’s at least have some respect for the dead,” Lan Xichen gently scolded.

“Well that’s unfair. So all someone has to do is be awful in life, and then die, and nobody can say anything?” Nie Huaisang complained. “It’s too easy. Will I have to be polite about Wen Ruohan too when he dies?”

Even through the mask Lan Xichen visibly grimaced.

“Well…

“Or about Jin zongzhu? Xichen-gege, I don’t think I could be polite about him.”

“Brat,” Lan Xichen called him with a smile, in the exact tone Nie Mingjue used to do. It was so similar, in fact, that they both froze and exchanged a wounded look.

It occurred to Nie Huaisang that his brother would never call him that again. It was a small thing to mourn, which added up to a thousand other small things about his brother that he was also becoming aware were gone for ever. And that was all while away from home, when there was little to remind him of Nie Mingjue. If his heart kept breaking like this already, how bad would it be when he reached the Unclean Realm, where there wasn’t a room, nor a courtyard, that didn’t hold some memory of his brother?

Nie Huaisang dropped the topic of his fiancé for the day, too overcome with sorrow, but he returned to it the day after, and every day that followed. At first Lan Xichen was a little reluctant to indulge Nie Huaisang, but eventually he gave in and just answered all his questions regarding Meng Yao with resigned sadness. Nie Huaisang wondered at that sadness sometimes. But the more Lan Xichen spoke, the clearer it was that he had great respect and affection for Meng Yao, though their acquaintance had been short. And poor Lan Xichen, who had already lost so much, would have to also miss the wedding of the last two friends of his who hadn’t died. Of course he would be sad about something like that. Nie Huaisang pitied him so much that he suggested perhaps Lan Xichen could come anyway, wearing a disguise, but his offer was rejected very firmly.

“I have no wish to be there,” Lan Xichen assured him. “And besides, it would be unwise. If I were discovered, it could only spell trouble for Qinghe Nie. No, I will get you back to the Unclean Realm, and then we must say farewell. Unless some great change comes to the cultivation world, I doubt we will meet again.”

Nie Huaisang protested that idea. For all that they appeared aloof and serene, after having spent so long in the Cloud Recesses Nie Huaisang had discovered a secret few people in the cultivation world were aware of: the Lans, every single one of them, were a bunch of over-dramatic idiots. They always jumped to the worst possible conclusion about problems, they were always certain their feelings were unrequited, and everything that could go wrong was sure to go wrong. Sure they were good at hiding it in public, and their sect’s rules demanded that they restrained themselves from expressing it, but the feelings were still there, all the stronger for being repressed, when shouting a bit and crying some would have made all of it more manageable.

So Nie Huaisang thought that Lan Xichen’s warning they would never meet again was just more of the same, just another Lan being dramatic.

But then, they finally crossed into territories more firmly under Wen control, and Nie Huaisang’s perspective shifted. Perhaps, he soon came to think, Lan Xichen had not been dramatic enough.

It wasn’t that thing had been easy until then. Of course they had seen suffering, and they’d heard some rumours. Nie Huaisang had been mostly kept out of all the political discussions that had followed his brother’s death and Jin Guangshan’s decision to stop the fighting. He’d heard some whispered rumours that every sect had been threatened to be destroyed and their disciples sent for another reeducation camp in the Nightless City, a permanent displacement this time, but he hadn’t believed it. Why would the Wens bother with something like that?

And Nie Huaisang had been right about that, though not in the manner he’d thought. The Wens really hadn’t wanted to deal with making people restart from scratch their cultivation process, so except for a few sects that had negotiated well enough or were under the protection of Lanling Jin or Gusu Lan, everyone else was just slaughtered because, to quote the words of Wen Ruohan, it was useless to have so many sects around when only his own had ever produced a man capable of reaching immortality, that man being himself.

It was a shock for Nie Huaisang, the first time they passed a small town only to hear that the sect residing there had been exterminated so recently that the blood in their home hadn’t even been cleaned yet. It wasn’t even a very large sect, just a man who had studied some years with another minor sect, before deciding to start his own method with his wife and some relatives as his disciples. They hadn’t even taken part in the Sunshot Campaign, Nie Huaisang learned, but that they existed at all was unbearable for the Wens.

That small sect was no exception. In the days that followed, Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen heard more and more stories of that same sort. If they were horrified then, there were no words to describe how they both felt upon learning that the sects who had been slaughtered were the lucky ones. Sometimes, for reasons nobody could determine, an entire sect would instead be captured and sent to the Nightless City, children and elders included. Not for reeducation, as Nie Huaisang foolishly hoped at first, but because the war had made Wen Ruohan accustomed to seeing his torture chambers always full, and he was not a man to deny himself any pleasures. Least of all when he apparently had a new chief torturer who kept inventing new devices and methods to entertain him, or so the rumour went.

Nie Huaisang, always a glutton for gossip until then, stopped eavesdropping after the first time he heard people discussing Wen Ruohan’s chief torturer.

Lan Xichen, on the other hand, started listening more attentively than he ever had. It surprised Nie Huaisang, when not so long ago Lan Xichen kept playfully scolding him about his taste for gossiping. But since it was said that Lan Wangji had last been seen into the hands of that terrible chief torturer before he disappeared entirely, perhaps Lan Xichen’s curiosity made sense. It was a very Lan thing to dwell on horror and tragedy. 

For his part, Nie Huaisang preferred to think about a hopeful future. Very soon now, he would be in the Unclean Realm again. He would meet his fiancé at last, and surely they would get along, because Nie Mingjue had always spoken so highly of Meng Yao in his letters and Nie Huaisang couldn’t imagine not loving someone his brother had cared for. Meng Yao was handsome, and kind, and loyal, and hard working, and he was going to solve all of Nie Huaisang’s problem. Then, in a few months, when Nie Huaisang’s mourning period for his brother was over, they would get married, and surely by then they’d have spent enough time together to be good friends, or even to be in love if they could only be so lucky. And together, they would protect Qinghe Nie against the Wens, and it would be… fine. Nie Huaisang couldn’t imagine being happy when his brother was dead while the man who had murdered his entire family ruled the world, but surely this would be good enough, right?

“I’m not asking for so much I think,” he told Lan Xichen one night, having again shared his great hopes for the future after they’d retired to a room at a small inn.

It was their last night on the road before reaching the Unclean Realm, and they laid in bed together as usual. It felt a little wrong now to betray Meng Yao by sharing another man’s bed, even when it was purely in a friendly manner, but it was so cold that night, and Nie Huaisang was truly anxious, and he didn’t want to sleep alone.

Lan Xichen, laying against his back, pulled him closer but remained silent for a moment.

“What if…” he started saying, then stopped himself. “No, perhaps I shouldn’t say it.”

“Too late, you've made me curious,” Nie Huaisang complained, trying to turn around to look at Lan Xichen. But Lan Xichen’s hold on him only tightened, keeping him facing away. “Xichen-gege, are you unwell?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“I have something to tell you, and I fear you might resent me for it,” Lan Xichen whispered.

“I find it hard to believe. I like you too much.”

Lan Xichen sighed, pressing his forehead against the back of Nie Huaisang’s shoulder.

“It’s about Meng Yao,” he whispered. “There are certain things about him I have kept from you. I thought it did not matter, but now… now I think you do need to know this before you get back to the Unclean Realm.”

And with this, Lan Xichen set out to explain why, exactly, Nie Mingjue had stopped writing about Meng Yao after the man had left to join Lanling Jin. Through circumstances that Lan Xichen confessed had never been fully explained to him, Meng Yao had seen an opportunity to pretend to join the Wen sect and spy on them. There, as with the Nies, his diligence had soon been noticed, and he’d risen in rank fast, eventually working directly under Wen Ruohan. But where Nie Mingjue had made Meng Yao his right hand man, Wen Ruohan had instead named him his chief torturer, and put him in charge of extracting information from captured enemies.

“This Meng Yao told me himself,” Lan Xichen explained. “He lamented that he’d been put in such a position which he assured me went against his disposition and sensibilities. He told me that when he could, he tried to give people a merciful death. And this position, this proximity to Wen Ruohan, gave him a unique chance to spy on the man.”

What he learned that way, Meng Yao had apparently shared it with Lan Xichen, who in turn made sure it reached other sect leaders, and in particular Nie Mingjue, who owed many of his successes to Meng Yao without ever knowing it.

“Why shouldn’t he know it, though?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“It was Meng Yao’s own request. He told me that he knew your brother disapproved of spies, however necessary they can be for a successful war, and he feared that his friendship with Nie Mingjue would be fractured if Mingjue-xiong found out what he’d had to do to help the Sunshot Campaign. And he did help! He really helped, we owed him several victories. But now I wonder at the cost of those victories.”

“You think he’s the man people are talking about,” Nie Huaisang said. “The one who will torture just anyone, even little children, if it can amuse his master.”

“Yes.”

Nie Huaisang frowned. “I did not take you for a man who listened to gossip, Zewu-Jun.”

“I normally would not,” Lan Xichen whispered, his hold on Nie Huaisang’s waist now so tight it made it hard to breathe. “But what I hear echoes certain questions that have plagued me for weeks.”

“It’s still gossip.”

“But how did Meng Yao leave the Nightless City? How did he get to the Unclean Realm? For that matter, how come the Unclean Realm hasn’t been seized and destroyed, now that Nie Mingjue no longer lives to defend it?”

“Is that all the trust you have in the disciples of Qinghe Nie?” Nie Huaisang exploded, sitting up to glare at Lan Xichen. “You think we are so weak we would fall the instant we lost Da-ge?”

“No, I think your brother’s disciple would fight to the death in his memory,” Lan Xichen replied, sitting up as well, looking miserable even through his mask. “But where are Wen Ruohan’s armies? Where is the siege being laid to the Unclean Realm? I asked the innkeeper earlier, he said the Unclean Realm has been quiet as far as he knows. Surely that strikes you as odd?”

“It must mean that Meng Yao has things under control!”

Lan Xichen sighed, and shook his head.

“Huaisang, do you not have too much trust in a man you have never met?”

“But you are the one who made me trust him!” Nie Huaisang retorted. “You and Da-ge! Do you think he would have prepared my engagement to anyone unless he trusted them with his life?”

“I think that Mingjue never mentioned such an engagement to me!” Lan Xichen said with great heat. “I think that being his close friend, he would have told me if he had such plans for you! I think if he was so desperate to know you were safe, then perhaps he would have asked me instead of giving you away to a man whom he hadn’t spoken to in months! It makes no sense to entrust you to a stranger when I’m right here!”

That explosion of anger startled Nie Huaisang, enough so that he felt safer getting up from the bed. He didn’t like angry people, and he didn’t like screaming, and Lan Xichen knew that, so how dare he raise his voice and scare Nie Huaisang? Though at least, as soon as he saw how scared Nie Huaisang was, Lan Xichen promptly apologised and forced himself to calm down. Still, the harm was done, and Nie Huaisang knew he would spend that last night alone in his own bed. He could not even sit next to Lan Xichen now, his heart beating too hard from just that moment of fright.

“Since you don’t like other men, of course Da-ge couldn’t ask this of you,” Nie Huaisang argued. “I don’t know why it makes you angry, it’s not like you might have wanted to marry me.”

“What I want is irrelevant,” Lan Xichen quickly argued. “I just think it is odd for Mingjue to have wanted this.”

“But the letter had a copy of the engagement agreement,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “And Da-ge’s seal was on it.”

“And how difficult would it have been to write that contract after his death, to put his stolen seal on it? It does not even need to have been the real one. Meng Yao would have seen that seal many times while working for your brother, and I know for a fact he has the most extraordinary of memories. What he sees once, he will always remember. Isn’t it possible, then, that…”

“But then it means Da-ge was wrong to have trusted him in the first place,” Nie Huaisang cut him. “Is that what you’re saying? That Da-ge was wrong?”

The very idea upset him to the greatest degree. It was quite odd. As long as Nie Mingjue had lived, Nie Huaisang had delighted in contradicting him and proving him wrong. Now that he was dead, he couldn’t bear to think that Nie Mingjue might ever have been wrong about anything. He wanted to agree with everything his brother had ever said or done, as if that might bring him back from the dead.

Not to mention if Meng Yao couldn’t be trusted, it meant Nie Huaisang would have to deal with many awful things on his own, and he knew he wasn’t capable of it. So Meng Yao had to be trustworthy, or else what would he do?

“Zewu-Jun, I’m really disappointed in you,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “To doubt like this your own friend! And didn’t he save you? Hasn’t he proven already that his loyalty isn’t to the Wens? You said we owe him victories, you said he saved your life, and now you’ve changed your mind about him? I did not take your friendship to be such a fickle thing, Zewu-Jun!”

Lan Xichen tensed at the accusation, though his face, hidden under his mask, remained apparently impassive. It only made Nie Huaisang angrier. If he dared, if their safety had not depended on not being recognised, he would have launched himself at Lan Xichen to tear away that damn mask and find what emotion truly hid under.

“I told you before starting that you might resent me for what I had to tell you,��� Lan Xichen quietly reminded him. “I am sorry if I have upset you, and if you now think less of me than you did once. It pains me to think we might part on bad terms. Still, I don’t regret telling you this, and I feel more at peace now.”

“Your peace came at the cost of my own,” Nie Huaisang snapped. “You may be glad to have spoken, but I wish you’d kept silent!”

To this, Lan Xichen had nothing to reply. Sensing they would only argue more if they kept talking, Nie Huaisang strode toward his bed and hid under his blanket, without so much as a goodnight. He spent the night furious at Lan Xichen, first for burdening him with knowledge he had never wished to have, and then later for forcing him to spend their last night together cold and miserable and lonely, when he had grown so accustomed to being held through tears and nightmares alike.

When morning came, neither Nie Huaisang nor Lan Xichen mentioned their argument, and they behaved as normally as they could, when they both knew they would likely never meet again after that day. They shared a simple breakfast, Nie Huaisang carefully tied his hair with all the elegance he could spare, and they left together. They both remained silent as they walked out of the small town, and as they followed the road that would lead them toward the Unclean Realm. Then, about a shichen after they’d left the town behind, Lan Xichen suddenly stopped walking. Before he could speak, Nie Huaisang had already understood.

“Can you really not stay a little longer?” he begged. “Just a little, just a few more steps…”

“I already came closer than I promised myself I would,” Lan Xichen said. “If I could, I would walk you to the gate of the Unclean Realm, to the door of your room even. But my presence puts you in too much danger, and so I will not be selfish. We must say goodbye, Huaisang.”

“Don’t go!” Nie Huaisang cried, throwing himself into Lan Xichen’s arms. “You can’t go!”

“Are you scared?” Lan Xichen asked, wrapping his arms around Nie Huaisang’s shoulders.

“Yes. Not of Meng Yao! Or… or maybe yes. I don’t know! I don’t know what I’m scared of, I just know I’m scared! I don’t want you to leave me. If you’re here, I won’t be scared! Xichen-gege, you can’t leave me, you just can’t!”

Lan Xichen only sighed.

“Maybe I just won’t go,” Nie Huaisang whined. “What good am I to my brother’s sect? Maybe I’ll run away with you instead!”

“Would you?” Lan Xichen quickly asked, in a tone so eager that it startled Nie Huaisang and made him look up.

If Lan Xichen’s mask still made his expression hard to read, it couldn’t hide the way his eyes shone with more emotion than Nie Huaisang had ever seen in him. Worse still, one of Lan Xichen’s hands came to cup his cheeks with unbearable tenderness, the gesture of a lover more than that of a friend. For a brief moment, Nie Huaisang thought Lan Xichen might kiss him. This rogue thought was soon followed by another, more unwelcome still: that Nie Huaisang would enjoy being kissed by Lan Xichen.

It was like he had said some weeks ago: it didn’t take much for him to get attached to someone. The person only needed to be handsome, and kind, and to show interest in him. Lan Xichen was the first two, enough so that Nie Huaisang had long had a crush on him, one he’d fought hard to get rid of. But apparently the fact that Lan Xichen was willing to look after him on such a long journey, to give him the affection he craved while mourning his brother, that had been enough to rekindle his old flame.

Nie Huaisang laughed, mostly at himself.

“Ah, Xichen-gege, you’re really too kind! But as useless as I’ll be in the Unclean Realm, I’d be worse at your side. No, you’re right, I must go home. Home is where I belong, isn't it?”

Lan Xichen said nothing, but dropped his hand from Nie Huaisang’s cheek and took a step back, breaking their embrace.

“I’ll be going then,” Nie Huaisang said. “I have to get going. But… Xichen-gege, do you think we’ll meet again?”

“It might be best if we don’t,” Lan Xichen replied. “But I will always be glad to have met you. Even if our paths never cross again in this life I will always count you as my friend.”

“Well I think we’ll meet again,” Nie Huaisang retorted, upset to be so easily abandoned. “In fact, I’m sure of it. I want us to meet again.”

“Then perhaps we will,” Lan Xichen replied, smiling enough it showed through the mask. “I’ve never known you to not get your way. But for now, let’s say farewell. Hurry home now. Your fiancé waits for you.”

Nie Huaisang grimaced at the reminder, and again scolded himself for stupidly letting himself feel things he shouldn’t for Lan Xichen when he was supposed to marry Meng Yao, whom his brother had personally chosen for him. It was really shameful of him, and if he wasn’t careful, he was just going to turn into another Jiang Fengmian, when he’d always privately thought the man was nothing short of an idiot for the way he treated his wife.

“Farewell, Zewu-Jun,” Nie Huaisang said, bowing deeply. “I hope you are lucky in your wanderings.”

“And I hope you are lucky in your marriage,” Lan Xichen replied. “Farewell now,” he said again, yet did not move.

It was Nie Huaisang who had to move first, turning toward the Unclean Realm without another word and forcing himself to walk straight ahead. He walked and walked until he could bear it no longer and turned around to find that Lan Xichen was still there, standing where he’d left him, staring at him even now.

Nie Huaisang, untrained in the art of resisting temptation, found it harder than ever on that occasion. If not for an engagement contract bearing his brother’s seal, he might have run back and begged Lan Xichen to take him with him after all. But there was the contract, and there was the seal, so Nie Huaisang resumed his walk toward the Unclean Realm.

It was his brother’s last request to see him marry Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang could not disappoint him again.

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Why are skulls so hard to draw?!

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Wei Wuxian belted out a laugh as he was basically dragged over to the bed, however obediently sitting down upon the blood red blankets when prompted. "I see you've missed me. You know I had to go, though, they needed me." He smiled, wrapping his hand around the silky white ribbon in his husbands hair with practiced ease. He had seen this look many times on his husband while they were alive, and it was no less adorable to him to see what was essentially the jade pouting. He looked so upset, but it was just so cute!

He lifted Lan Wangji's face gently from where it had been buried in his chest, gave a kiss to his nose that had became somewhat pink from the rubbing, and leaned back with crescents for eyes. "Lan Zhan~! What's with all this pouting? I was only gone for a bit."

Lan Wangji huffed softly and leaned up to pepper the sun on the other's chest in kisses, not letting up one bit even as his husband giggled from the sensation traveling up his neck.

"I can't take you with me, you know that- Lan Zhan hahaha!" Wei Wuxian nuzzled against the angel in retort, but still ended up getting buried in the other's affections.

Here's the sketches i made for my friend who needed some gay to cheer up ✨ her favorite is COI so that's what we get today hehe [plus a couple bonuses] i like adding writing segments with my art as well so i whipped this up [maybe i'll use it in the fic one day if it fits the chapters i make for it]

I hope you guys like it!!

bonuses!

extra versions and the link to other coi art is under the cut! i really liked the sketches so i wanted to provide them without the color haha

the ribbon being held was personally requested by my friend so you have her to thank! lol actually the idea for this is hers to thank too cuz i wasn't sure what to do. she wanted the staring-into-each-other's-eyes thing hehe

her other ideas i was like they're great but i am a dying artist i can only give simple pleasures (i might try to write her other suggestions down the line tho cuz they were cute n very gay)

Check out more COI art or other AU's via my MDZS fanfiction masterpost. [There's a lot more art to check out so have fun!!]

Check out the original COI post however to get the most information about it, cuz that's where i write down a lot of character and AU information that i don't entail in my masterpost [cuz it'd get too big if i added all of it]

Don't repost/use/alter my work thank you! Can be used as icons with credit.

#getting used to drawing wwx's demonic markings they're just slightly different than the angel ones #demonic markings are a coming of age marking but are given upon descension if already old or powerful enough #they tend to come earlier for demons who descend while demons born in hell can sometimes not get them even past 200yrs #COI #Clash of Immortals #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanart #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lwj #wwx #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #demon wei wuxian #demon wei ying #demon wwx #angel lan wangji #angel lan zhan #angel lwj #wangxian #wangxian fanart #mdzs fanart #wwx fanart #lwj fanart #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fanfic art

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my first prompt for MDZS Gotcha For Gaza!

Prompt: Xue Yang gets turned into a child and Xiao Xingchen checks on him with his hands, asking what happened

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Year End Big Bulk Release - MDZS Audio Drama S1 7 Mini-theatres + 3 Extras + S3 Extra - Into the Dream-End English Subbed

Hello everyone~ :D

It's the last day of 2023! This has been a pretty busy and a fun year for us all to be able to share so many episodes of different projects we've taken up.

To end the year with something special, we have a big bulk release of 11 videos today~

We have the following for you all today: MDZS S1 7 Mini-theatres + 3 Extras- 3.5 - No 4.5 - Escape 5.5 - Ancestor's Story 6.5 - Ant 7.5 - Loquat 10.5 - Director 11.5 - Sticky Rice Porridge (The numbers 3.5, 4.5, etc. mean that these mini-theatres were released after episode 3, 4, etc.) --- Extra - 40 Million Benefits-LWJ Extra - Fear of Dogs Extra - Lan Sect Mandates

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MDZS S3 Extra - Into the Dream-End the latest extra that was released by the audio drama creators on Wei Wuxian's birthday.

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୨୧slutty sub yan x himbo reader

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୨୧pt 1

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[mdzsfan]

Hi, can I request an OS with Lan Wangji and female reader? Reader was given as a gift to Wangji to serve him as a maid by another clan. Reader belongs to a poor background (she was an orphan grown up in a foster home). Reader feels honoured to be his maid and serves HanGuang-Jun with all her heart. Slowly, Wangji developed feelings for reader and started loving her secretly. He becomes protective of her and started getting jealous whenever she gets attention from other mdzs boys. Reader has a crush on HanGuang-Jun but she never expected that someone like Lan er-gongzi who is a noble man belongs to the highest social class can like her, let alone love her(reader is an underconfident maiden because of her poor background). Wangji started dropping subtle hints for the reader to show his love for her. Like, one day, Wangji took reader's hands in his and made her touch his forehead ribbon, which reader misunderstood as a mistake. Another day, he played guqin for the reader when she was unable to fall asleep. Some other day, he kissed her forhead & cheeks when she was playing with his rabbits. One day, Wangji takes the reader to Caiyi town for Yuan Xiao festival. Reader loves going to festivals and fairs a lot since she never got a chance to go there during childhood (she mentioned it to him casually one day) where they both light a lantern together and wish to stay together forever. Wangji couldn't stop himself from kissing her when he feels the reader so close to him which made her really surprised since she didn't believe what has just happened😳 Wangji takes her to a restaurant to eat where someone spiked her tea and reader got drunk. They decided to stay in a hotel in same room and Wangji takes care of the drunk reader. Her cute antics made him laugh and gives him a hard time to control himself as he doesn't want to take advantage of her in drunken state. (You can add as many cute antics as you want as drunk reader is quite adorable and cute). Once she became sober, there, sitting on his lap, reader asks Wangji, "why does he not treat her like a maid anymore? Why did he kiss her?(touching her lips while saying that), What does he feel about her? Why is he holding her in his arms like this as it is forbidden to be like this with a maid?" To which Wangji replies that, "he will never treat her as a maid because she is his woman and he consider the reader as his wife, his soulmate, his everything. And he is holding her like this because she is his and she will remain in his arms forever." Listening to this, reader kisses him and Wangji couldn't control himself anymore so they both kisses each other passionately and things got heated from there between them and they had sex in the hotel room(you can write implied nsfw if you are not comfortable). Lying naked in each other's arms, reader asked Wangji if it is okay to be intimate with a maid? Is it not forbidden to have a relationship like this between a master and servant? To which Wangji made her touch his forehead ribbon and declares that only she is allowed to touch his forehead ribbon as he considers reader his spouse. Reader gets emotional and they had sex again, this time Wangji being gentle with her as she was already sore from previous rounds. Next day, when they go back to cloud recess, Wangji tells Zewu-Jun that he wants to marry the reader ceremoniously and Zewu-Jun shows his concerns regarding Shūfù's reaction as he will never accept reader (a maid from low class) as Wangji's wife. When Shūfù called HanGuang-Jun and Zewu-Jun to talk about this matter, to convince him not to marry the maid reader, Wangji declared that the reader has already became his woman because Wangji has embraced the reader and had taken her virginity, her honour. The marks she bears on her body are the evidence of their passionate night together. Shūfù has no other choice so he accepts their relationship and reader and Wangji gets married in a traditional ceremony and declares their love to each other and vows to stay with each other forever. Thank you in advance😊

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this oneshot that I wrote. I unfortunately did had to split into 3-5 parts as it was very long, and there are some parts such as smut that might be uncomfortable for some readers. As not everyone is okay with the idea of smut however, I really hope that you like the one shots, as I personally loved writing it!

Unspoken Bonds

From the earliest days of y/n's life, a sense of unrelenting hardship took root, as she navigated a world that was harsh and unforgiving. Abandoned to the streets with neither family nor means, she fell into the hands of a family that offered shelter, but at a cost that was far from kind. This supposed refuge, unfortunately, evolved into a crucible of cruelty that shaped her formative years.

Optimism, naive yet persistent, had once painted this family as her potential saviors, a way out of the torment she had known. Yet, the stark reality unfolded with a grim contrast. Instead of the sanctuary she yearned for, she became a target for their frustrations and anger. Mistakes, no matter how minor, ignited storms of abuse that rained down upon her fragile shoulders.

Her daily life became an endless cycle of servitude. Cooking and cleaning were the tasks she was relegated to, her hands worn from the labor that sustained the very family that ought to have nurtured and protected her. But instead of gratitude, they rewarded her dedication with disrespect, dehumanizing her by spitting on her, a poignant reminder of her status as the lowest rung in their household.

Time went by, and the cruelty only intensified. The shadows of her circumstances grew darker, blotting out any semblance of hope that dared to flicker within her. The family's satisfaction seemed to derive from her suffering, twisting her dreams into nightmares she couldn't escape.

And then, when their need for her waned, they made a callous decision that would forever alter her fate. Selling her, as if she were mere chattel, became their solution to an inconvenience they no longer wished to tolerate. To a neighboring clan hungry for power and willing to pay, y/n was a transaction, a cruel exchange of money for a life.

In the face of life's unrelenting challenges, y/n remained resolute and unyielding. Despite the difficulties that surrounded her, she refused to surrender to adversity. Over time, her indomitable spirit led her to forge meaningful connections with the fellow maids and servants who, like her, dedicated their lives to serving the illustrious Xiao family. Through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of their circumstances, the bonds of friendship blossomed, offering solace and camaraderie in a world that often seemed harsh and unforgiving.

Yet, as the hands of fate would have it, echoes of history began to resurface. Just when y/n believed she had found her place amidst the companionship of kindred spirits, an unexpected twist emerged. Rumors spread, whispered in hushed tones among the manors' inhabitants, conveying a revelation that cast a shadow over the newfound harmony y/n had cultivated. It was decided that y/n would be entrusted as a gift to the revered Gusu Lan Clan, an act motivated by a deep sense of gratitude.

The Gusu Lan Clan, renowned for their steadfast support of the small clan to which y/n had belonged, offered her presence as a token of appreciation. It was a gesture meant to convey not only the Xiao family's acknowledgment of the Gusu Lan Clan's assistance but also their genuine desire to strengthen the ties between their clans. 

Prior to y/n's entrance into Gusu as Lan Wangji's maid, a myriad of rumors had reached her ears, painting a multifaceted portrait of the enigmatic man. Whispers echoed about his piercing gaze, capable of peering into the depths of one's soul, and tales circulated of his unwavering adherence to rules and decorum, lending an air of unwavering obedience to his presence, seemingly mirroring the very essence of Lan Qiren.

However, as y/n stepped into her role and began to interact with Lan Wangji on a more intimate level, she found that reality diverged from these conjectures. The man who stood before her was not a mere embodiment of rumors; he was a complex individual with layers that extended far beyond the whispers of gossip. Yes, there existed an initial distance between them, a consequence of his accustomed solitude, yet this did not deter her from pursuing a genuine connection.

As y/n assumed her role as Lan Wangji's dedicated maid, a profound sense of honor enveloped her. Each task she performed, every moment she spent in his presence, was imbued with a deep reverence for the man she served, HanGuang-Jun. Her heart swelled with pride as she tended to his needs, and she approached her duties with an unwavering commitment that stemmed from a genuine admiration for his character.

In her eyes, every action was a testament to her devotion. She meticulously arranged his belongings, ensuring that his environment was one of tranquility and order. The act of preparing his tea became a ritual, a delicate balance of precision and care. As she observed him from the periphery, his presence radiated a quiet strength that commanded respect and kindled an unspoken understanding between them.

Amid the tranquil rhythm of their daily tea ceremony, Lan Wangji's voice cut through the stillness with a question that echoed like the delicate chime of a distant temple bell. "Do I frighten you?" he inquired, his words carrying a weight that seemed to stretch beyond their immediate context.

Caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry, y/n paused in her meticulous task, her movements stilled by the gravity of his question. Her eyes met his, a moment of connection that held a world of unspoken sentiments. She could sense the complexity within those eyes, a depth of emotions that remained enigmatic yet inviting, like the surface of a tranquil pond concealing the currents below.

In response, her voice carried a gentle timbre laced with a touch of reverence, as she inclined her head in a respectful bow. "I'm sorry, Hanguang-Jun," she murmured, her words threaded with sincerity. "I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me."

With the pot placed delicately on the table, a fleeting impulse surged within y/n. An impulse to escape the room, to retreat from the intimacy of the moment. But before she could act upon it, her attempt to slip away was thwarted by the firm yet gentle grasp of Lan Wangji's hand. His touch was unexpected, a tether that pulled her back from the precipice of her own uncertainty.

"Stay," his voice resonated, carrying a command that was as soft as it was compelling. His gaze, steady and unwavering, met hers, and in that instant, she was held in his gaze as if suspended in time. His finger extended, pointing to the table that held the tea they were meant to share, a silent insistence that resonated more deeply than mere words.

Caught between his unspoken desire and her own momentary hesitation, y/n found herself rooted to the spot, her instincts conflicting with the undeniable pull of his presence. It was in this very moment that the lines between servant and master, duty and emotion, blurred into something more intricate and profound.

As she remained by the table, a swirl of emotions stirred within her. The unexpected touch, the commanding yet not unkind directive, created a fissure in the façade of their roles. A hint of vulnerability flickered in Lan Wangji's eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored her own feelings of uncertainty and longing.

This moment was the very beginning. A small, unassuming step that would unknowingly set the course for a transformation within her heart. The tiniest seed of affection, of admiration for the man who stood before her, took root and began to flourish. The reverence she had always held for him deepened, evolving into something more personal and profound.

As they shared the tea, the air between them seemed to shimmer with unspoken emotions. Her heart, once steady, now danced to the rhythm of a new melody, one that resonated with the harmony of unspoken feelings and secret desires. 

Throughout their shared moments that accumulated over time, the connection between y/n and Lan Wangji had deepened and gave a rise to an enduring love that seemed to flourish with each passing day. The tender affection they nurtured for one another became a beacon of warmth in their lives, radiating an exquisite glow that illuminated even the darkest corners of their hearts.

Lan Wangji's regard for y/n was a testament to the transformational power of genuine love. Unlike the treatment meted out by the previous clans, he adorned y/n with the dignity and respect that she deserved. Each gesture, each word he spoke, was a brushstroke on the canvas of their relationship, carefully painting a masterpiece of equality and mutual admiration. The societal boundaries that typically governed interactions between different strata of society held no dominion in their bond.

On a serene day, with scrolls in her hands meant for Lan Wangji, y/n embarked on her journey towards his presence. However, her path was momentarily intercepted by the boisterous voice of Wei Wuxian. His voice echoed in the air, calling out to her, "Hey there, pretty lady!"

Pausing, y/n turned to face Wei Wuxian, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His inquiry was direct, laden with curiosity, "Why do you always hang around with that grumpy, old, boring, mean man?"

A chuckle escaped y/n as she contemplated the question. Wei Wuxian's amusement was evident, yet there was a genuine inquisitiveness in his gaze. "Grumpy, old, boring, mean man?" y/n repeated, a glint of humor dancing in her eyes. Then, with a sly grin, she ventured, "Lan Wangji?"

Wei Wuxian's nod confirmed her guess, and y/n couldn't help but offer a gentle smile. "You see," she began, her tone thoughtful, "It's my role to serve Lan Wangji, to assist him with tasks that are entrusted to me." Her words carried a sense of purpose, a conviction that underscored her actions.

The accusation that Lan Wangji was mean warranted a soft shake of her head. "Oh no, he's not mean," y/n corrected with an air of certainty. "In fact, he's anything but that. Lan Wangji has been a savior in my life, a pillar of support and understanding. His demeanor might seem reserved, but beneath that lies a depth of compassion and wisdom."

Y/n's words carried a weight of sincerity, a testament to the profound impact Lan Wangji had on her life. Her steadfast defense of his character was unwavering, rooted in the countless moments they had shared and the understanding that had grown between them.

She continued, her tone soft but unwavering, "It's true that his sternness may seem directed at times, but it's often a reflection of his dedication to principles and order. And as for you, Wei Wuxian," she paused, a playful glint entering her eyes, "you might find that his 'meanness' is a response to your rather inventive interpretations of the rules."

Wei Wuxian's laughter rang out, a melody of amusement that danced through the air. Y/n's steadfast loyalty and her ability to see beyond the surface intrigued him, a curiosity stirring within him like a hidden current beneath the surface.

Lan Wangji's arrival on the scene was as graceful as ever, his presence a calming breeze that stirred the air. A smile graced his lips as his gaze fell upon y/n, the sight of her never failing to evoke a sense of serenity within him. However, the tableau before him quickly shifted his emotions in an unexpected direction.

Observing the easy camaraderie between y/n and Wei Wuxian, their laughter and exchanged smiles, Lan Wangji felt a subtle pang in his chest—a twinge of jealousy that seemed to tighten his throat. The warmth that had previously filled him was now juxtaposed with a slight discomfort, a feeling he struggled to name.

"A-y/n," he addressed her, his voice steady but tinged with an undertone of something he himself couldn't quite grasp. Stepping into the midst of their discussion, his gaze fixed upon Wei Wuxian, his stare carrying a weight of warning, like a hawk assessing its territory.

Y/n's attention shifted seamlessly, her focus now on Lan Wangji, her demeanor respectful and attentive. "Hanguang-Jun," she acknowledged with a graceful bow, the gesture a testament to the deference she held for him.

The air seemed to hum with unspoken tension, the energy between the three of them palpable. Lan Wangji's reaction was a confluence of emotions, protectiveness for the bond he shared with y/n. A hint of insecurity at the sight of her engaged with another, and a flicker of curiosity about the nature of her rapport with Wei Wuxian.

Y/n's posture remained poised, her ability to navigate these subtle undercurrents a reflection of her perceptiveness. As her eyes met Lan Wangji's, there was a gentle reassurance in her gaze, a silent message that affirmed her unwavering regard for him.

Wei Wuxian, though he had been met with Lan Wangji's glare, seemed to take it all in stride. His own expression was a blend of mischief and curiosity, a playful acknowledgment of the tension that had arisen. It was as if he recognized the significance of Lan Wangji's feelings, perhaps even the depth of his emotions, without needing explicit words.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Lan Wangji's composed demeanor remained a steadfast anchor. His subtle gesture caught y/n's attention, a silent communication that conveyed it was time to depart from the scene. Y/n's acknowledgment was swift—a nod that reflected her readiness to follow Lan Wangji's lead.

As if choreographed by an unspoken understanding, y/n gracefully turned her attention back to Wei Wuxian, her respectful bow a final farewell gesture. The act was imbued with a sense of gratitude for the exchange they had shared and a promise of a future encounter.

However, before the moment could dissolve into the annals of memory, Wei Wuxian's voice reverberated through the space like a lightning bolt. "DOES LAN WANGJI LIKE A-Y/N!?" The words were proclaimed with a volume that defied subtlety, and echoed. 

The scene that followed was a mix of reactions that could only be expected in the wake of Wei Wuxian's exuberant declaration. The elder Lans, though mildly scandalized by the outburst, were not entirely surprised, a testament to Wei Wuxian's notorious reputation for audacious behavior. 

"WEI WUXIAN!!!" Lan Qiren's stern voice shattered the calm like a thunderclap, a sharp reprimand that cut through the atmosphere with a forceful command. His displeasure was evident in both his tone and expression, a manifestation of the elder Lans' commitment to decorum and discipline. The echoes of his voice lingered in the air like a tangible reprimand.

Startled by the force of Lan Qiren's shout, Wei Wuxian's eyes widened and his heart raced. He was well accustomed to Lan Qiren's disapproval, yet the suddenness of it always managed to catch him off guard. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned on his heels, his quick retreat evidence of his familiarity with this routine. 

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[stardust-falling]

Alas, the misery of living in the USA and having medical bills strikes once again, and I'm going to be short a few hundred dollars on bills for the next month, so I must once again ask for some assistance.

It's been a really difficult few months financially, and we've barely been pulling by with just bills, food & essentials since I haven't been able to work my day job at all since December, and I've only just been able to start up again bit by bit, but I won't see a paycheck until after bills are due so... yeah.

Anyway, since I really need to make up the difference this month, I'm offering a limited number of doodle & ficlet requests on my ko-fi. I'll take your prompt and create a doodle or ficlet from it, in return for a $10 minimum donation (please note, for legal reasons this is not a commission-- it is more of a thank-you gift that lets you specify what you get).

Here is the doodle request and here is the ficlet request! I am starting with 5 available slots for each, but I will open up slots each time I complete one for as long as necessary. If you wish to support me without making a request, feel free to buy me a ko-fi or visit my patreon, where you can read my original novel, Ghosts of the Heart!

Fandoms I will draw for include: SVSSS, MDZS, Genshin, Star Wars (prequels/old republic), Ghosts of the Heart, OC Fandoms I will write for include: SVSSS, MDZS, Genshin, Star Wars (prequels/old republic), Tai Sui

Thanks to everyone for your support! It's greatly appreciated! Reblogging this post is also appreciated, since I don't tag donation/assistance posts for any sort of reach.

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