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444namesplus · 4 months

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tytangfei · 5 years

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ah yes, just two equals with long eye contact fighting in the moonlight. just two men starting out with bad first impressions and prejudices towards one another. this is not a classic romance trope building towards hard earned trust and devotion--not at all.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #this was in my draft so here it is #me rewatching the beginning lol #mdzs musings

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cerinelle-stellarium · 2 years

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Best of the Best: Severely Underappreciated Modern Magical Girl Anime and Manga/Asian Animation!

As a massive magical girl nerd who has high standards in media, I like to see shows where magical girls kick ass and learn something meaningful along the way. However, certain shows can be drowned out by other more far popular media on nowadays, a common sight to see when these projects explore the genre in very interesting directions and actually flesh out their cast while the top rated stuff remain stagnant in story without much real character development. That's why I want to shine a spotlight on the many forgotten and obscure titles that have popped up over the years (The ones I will be listing here are from the 2000s to present day). As per my standards, this list will not feature any works that have any of the following elements: Heavy amounts of gore and violence, age gap romances (implied and overt), incest, mass kill offs of both main and side cast members, unnecessary sexualization of minors and the plot taking a turn that wrecks both the characters and narrative in the end.

AK Magical Girls

Akahori Gendou Hour Rabuge

Alice 19th

Alice Kara Mahou

ArtisWitch

Asagiri no Miko

Balala: Little Magic Fairy

Bokura wa Mahou Shounen

Brat Hunt Chu!

Carat!

Catch! Teenie-ping

Chikyuu Shoujo Arjuna

Chitohana Yukitsukai Sugar

Classicaloid

Corrector Yui

Demashita! Powerpuff Girls Z

Dr. Rin ni Kiite Mite!

Fairy Idol Kanon

Flip Flappers

Flower Fairy

Flying Witch

Full Moon wa Sagashite

Fushigiboshi no Fugato Hime

Gokkun! Puucho

Happy Seven!

Hey! Yo Yorang

Hime-chen! Otogichiku Idol Lil'Pri

Houkago no Pleiades

Jewelpet (Just don't watch the Sunshine installment and you're good)

Juunikyuu de Tsukamaete

Kamichu!

Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne

Kilala Princess

Koi Kyuu

Kuromajo-san ga Tooru!!

Lan Mo De Hua

Machikado Mazoku

Magical Hero Hour

Mahou Shoujo Neko Taruto

Mahou Shoujo Tai Arusu

Mahou Shoujo Taisen

Majo Kaitou LIP⭐S

Majo no Tabitabi

Majokko Shimai no Yoyo to Nene

Mary to Majo no Hana

Mewkledreamy

Miracle Dieter Miyuki

My Celestial Family

Nana Moon

Nanatsuiro Drops

Oku-sama wa Mahou Shoujo

Onegai My Melody

Ore to Hero to Mahou Shoujo

Pastel Memories

Petit Petit Muse

Petite Princess Yucie

Pop in Q

Pretear

Pretty Rhythm

Princess Comet

Princess Tutu

The Qpiz

Quiz Magic Academy

Rainbow Ruby

Rakugo Tennyo Oyui

Rikujou Bouutai Mao-chan

Rilu Rilu Fairilu

The Rolling Girls

Saint Dragon Girl

Saint October

Saint Seiya

Sakura Hime Kaiden

Sasami: Mahou Shoujo Club

Shining Star

Shoujo Tenshi Milcute

Show By Rock!!

Star Driver

Sugar Sugar Rune

Sweet Valerian

Telepathy Shoujo Ran

Tokyo Mew Mew

Tonari no Mahou Shoujo

Ultra Maniac

Urahara

Vary Peri (aka. Sweets Fairy)

Wagamama Fairy: Mirumo de Pon!

Youkai Navi Runa

Yumeiro Patisserie

Yurara no Tsuki

Z-Squad

Upcoming Magical Girl Anime/Asion animation with lots of potential

CUBISTAR

Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers

#magical girl #ceri rambles about stuff #ceri posts stuff #ceri muses about magical girls

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baoshan-sanren · 4 years

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Chapter 24

of the wwx emperor au I’m thinking of calling Lan QiRen’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

Tomorrow comes too soon, and for Wei Ying, it comes with insistent and painful flicks to his ear.

He groans, his ribs aching, his head still throbbing lightly, warning him that the amount of sleep he had gotten is nowhere within the acceptable parameters. The next flick to his ear is particularly vicious, and he tries to swat it away, his face still buried in the blankets. His toes feel cramped. Shifting them does nothing but make his ankles ache. Is he still wearing boots? Why?

A vicious slap lands on his ear, propelling him upright.

“What--“

Nie HuaiSang is sitting up in bed, his arm strapped to his chest, the other hand half-raised, as if he intends to slap him again.

“A-Sang!”

Somewhere on the other side of the bed, Jiang Cheng groans in complaint. Wei Ying can see nothing of him but one purple shoulder and a tuft of hair. HuaiSang is still pale, but it looks as if he had taken care to arrange his sleeping robes, and comb his fingers through his hair before viciously slapping Wei Ying awake.

“How do you feel?” Wei Ying asks carefully.

“How do I feel?” A-Sang says incredulously, “How do I feel?”

Uh-oh, Wei Ying thinks.

“I feel like an arrow went through my shoulder,” he hisses, “I am in pain. I feel miserable, and hungry, and extremely fucking angry. How am I supposed to get dressed?”

“How-- what?”

“How am I supposed to get dressed with this thing on my arm?” A-Sang growls.

Jiang Cheng groans in complaint again. HuaiSang snatches a pillow, and whacks him three times in quick succession.

Jiang Chen is upright almost as quickly as Wei Ying had been, his hair an unholy mess, his expression murderous.

The moment he sees HuaiSang, his expression softens, and he opens his mouth.

“Do not ask him how he feels,” Wei Ying says quickly, and gets a pillow to his face for his efforts.

“Get up!” A-Sang snaps, “Both of you. I want breakfast. I want roast duck and wild herb salad, stir-fried spinach with dried shrimp, steamed lotus root with rice, steamed buns, and I better not see any of that minced pumpkin abomination in my buns either. I want them stuffed with mutton. And where is my tea? Is this the Emperor’s palace or a QiShan winehouse? Move!”

Wei Ying scrambles off the bed. He is still within the reach of the pillow, and does not think his head would tolerate another hit. Jiang Cheng is a little slower, tangling in his own robes, and the pillow catches him on the ear.

“I want Wen Qing to give me something for pain. I want all the Imperial seamstresses in this room in less than an hour, and they best be ready to work. You--“ he points the pillow at Wei Ying, “owe me an entire closet of robes. We will settle on the number, and then I will increase it, and you will not say a single word in complaint. Understood?”

“Yes,” Wei Ying says quickly.

“And you--!” he points the pillow at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng is finally awake, and now fully cognizant of the situation.

“Tea!” he exclaims, “Worthless servants! Where is the tea?”

And then he escapes, leaving Wei Ying all alone with furious HuaiSang who looks as if he wants to be clutching a sword instead of the pillow.

“I want a palace,” A-Sang snarls, “of my own. And thirty servants, in addition to the five I have now.”

“Done,” Wei Ying says quickly.

A-Sang’s eyes narrow, “I want a title for A-Jue.”

“Fine.”

“And a three-day banquet thrown in my honor every year, until I am old and blind.”

“Done.”

HuaiSang grunts, and puts the pillow down.

Wei Ying waits a few moments, then shuffles a little closer.

“Can I sit down now? Or do you want to hit me again?”

“You may sit,” A-Sang says graciously, “I might hit you again anyway.”

Wei Ying feels that is an acceptable risk to take, and settles down on the step below the bed, where Jiang Cheng had spent the majority of the night.

“I assume you did not catch the assassin,” HuaiSang huffs, readjusting his robes.

“No. The arrow came from the East watchtower, but the assassin was gone by the time A-Cheng got there. He left two arrows behind. Perhaps he is not as skilled as we thought.”

“I should say,” HuaiSang says scornfully, “He has done a terrible job of trying to kill you.”

Wei Ying’s throat tightens. He will have waking nightmares of that arrow shifting a little more to the right, and he will deserve each one.

HuaiSang waves a hand in front of his face, “Stop that. I am not in the mood for your self-pity right now. Do we have any new information? At all?”

Aside from the fact that someone had tried to kill him in the view of every Sect in the cultivation world? Absolutely nothing. This had definitely not been an average assassination attempt. But the way in which it differs does not offer any clues.

“They were Lan Sect arrows,” Wei Ying says.

“Hm. I am not surprised. Anything else?”

“Lan QiRen,” Wei Ying says, “showed me a note that was waiting for them at the Peach Blossom Pavilion the night they arrived. The note said that the Young Masters are in danger, and that they should leave the Immortal Mountain.”

“Interesting. Do you have the note?”

Wei Ying has been keeping it in his sleeve, and he hands it over.

HuaiSang hesitates a moment, his fingers brushing over the dry blood prints Wei Ying had left on the paper. But he does not say anything about them, unfolding the note, and frowning at the characters.

“This was written by a child,” he says, his tone surprised.

“Or someone who has never really learned how to write,” Wei Ying counters.

“If we assume it is the same person,” A-Sang muses, “it is someone who is young, uneducated, but has a fair amount of spiritual power for their age. Probably someone who lacks confidence in that power as well. If this is a disciple, they have not been one for long.”

“It could be more than one person,” Wei Ying says.

“It does not matter,” A-Sang sniffs, folding up the note, “Assassinations are my domain. Mine and A-Cheng’s. You just go do-- whatever you need to be doing.”

He tucks the note in his own sleeve, and Wei Ying knows he will likely never see it again.

“You should not even be here right now,” HuaiSang says, frowning, “Was the archery competition postponed?”

“It was canceled,” Wei Ying says, “It seemed in poor taste, considering.”

“Hm,” HuaiSang says, “You should go to YiLing today, then.”

“What? Why?”

They have been planning Wei Ying’s Great Escape to YiLing for months now. How to hide his absence from the court. How to get by the main gate. How to disguise himself properly. How to enter the Immortal Mountain again without raising an alarm. It has become a frequent subject of their drunk planning, their schemes and ideas often spiraling into fantastical nonsense the more alcohol they consumed.

Yet, Wei Ying never truly believed that these ploys would ever come to fruition.

“Because,” HuaiSang says patiently, “We need to ascertain how closely the assassin is positioned to the throne. Obviously close enough that they had access to the palaces and the Imperial servants, but not close enough to have caught wind of your competition scheme. This is a perfect opportunity. Although, it will not be the great escape we planned.”

His face scrunches up in displeasure. As the mastermind of the Great Escape, he has taken pride in planning out the minutiae, and Wei Ying knows it must irk him to have to make adjustments.

“Some people will need to know. I will need YanLi’s assistance. Is A-Lin back yet? No, never mind,” he says, before Wei Ying can even open him mouth, “I think I can do without him. But the Lan Sect will definitely need to be informed. Actually, take Lan WangJi with you, and see if you can convince Lan XiChen can tag along, as a-- chaperone of some sort.”

“Wait a moment--“ Wei Ying splutters, but A-Sang is no longer paying attention to him.

“We must be able to trust the Nie Sect, at the very least. I need to speak to my brother first; only he can decide if Nie ZongHui can be trusted with the details of the plan. What time is it? Is it still mid-morning? I hate doing things on a tight schedule, you know. This is how mistakes are made. Where is my damn tea? Did A-Cheng get lost on the way to the kitchens?”

Wei Ying opens his mouth, and A-Sang waves a hand in front of his face again.

“We should have sent a message to QiShan sooner,” he snaps, “I despise making decisions based on flimsy and insufficient information. Well? You need be ready to leave by sundown. Go, speak to the Lan Sect, then come back. Did I not just say that we do not have a lot of time? Move!”

Before Wei Ying has a chance to respond, Wen Qing is sweeping into the room, and A-Sang is slumping dramatically against the blankets.

“Wen Qing,” he whines breathlessly, “I am in agony. Absolute agony. I cannot live with this pain. The room is spinning. Is it getting darker? Oh. Oh! I think I will faint again.”

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #ficlet #m #wwx emperor au #you can pry my sworn brothers puppy pile headacanon out of my cold lifeless hands #ily guys #thank you for all the nice messages and tags and comments

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stiltonbasket · 3 years

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all right that last video i reblogged watered my crops in the best way so take a snippet of my new wip

Lan Wangji’s opponent is masked.

This is no surprise to him, of course. The rules of the event decreed that all participants should be masked, regardless of their height or sex, and the one who would be fighting them all has not removed his mask in public in the last five years or more. But unlike Lan Wangji, Lord Yiling wears a half-mask that only covers his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, and below them his red, red lips have been left out in the open. The lord’s painted mouth is full and smiling and dangerous in its beauty, threatening consequences to any of the congregation with the temerity to displease him, and Lan Wangji finds himself glancing quickly at the three severed heads mounted by the entrance to the arena before finding the strength to step forward.

“What name have you entered, young master?” Lord Yiling asks. “My retainers have not told me.”

Lan Wangji swallows and lowers his head.

“Chen Zhan,” he answers, giving the clan name his family took when they fled the imperial city. “Son of Chen Yongren, of the outer villages.”

“Chen Zhan,” Lord Yiling muses. “Very well. Let us begin.”

#wangxian #my fic #fic preview #mo dao zu shi #the untamed

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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The truth

Did anyone ask for some Jiang Cheng feels? No? Too bad. You can either read it on AO3 because it’s over 4k, or read it here.

Jiang Cheng knows his day is going to take a turn for the worse the moment word reaches him that Wei Wuxian is in Lotus Pier.

They are still not on friendly terms after everything that happened and so this can only be bad news. Especially since Wei Wuxian hasn’t bothered to show up even once in the year that passed since the events at the temple.

Still, Jiang Cheng makes his way over to the gate, awaiting Wei Wuxian’s arrival with crossed arms and a scowl on his face.

No need to make Wei Wuxian feel welcome in Lotus Pier when he is decidedly not.

“Do you need anything?” Jiang Xiuying quietly asks from the side, when Wei Wuxian comes into view and Jiang Cheng tenses all over.

“Prepare a room and some tea,” he instructs him. “No alcohol,” he tacks on, because this is going to be an unpleasant visit, Jiang Cheng just knows it, and he will be damned if he makes it any more bearable for Wei Wuxian.

“Will you be alright?” Jiang Xiuying asks him instead of doing as Jiang Cheng asked of him and Jiang Cheng turns towards him.

“I will be,” Jiang Cheng promises him after a pause and even though Jiang Xiuying doesn’t seem convinced he nods.

“We’ll be around,” he lowly tells Jiang Cheng who nods in acknowledgement.

Jiang Cheng knows his people always keep an eye out for him.

He even manages to drag up a small smile for Jiang Xiuying who seems definitely more at ease after that.

Jiang Cheng watches him leave and when he turns back around Wei Wuxian is already standing in front of him.

“Terrified a poor disciple again?” Wei Wuxian asks, clearly trying for a joke, but Jiang Cheng stares him down.

It’s good to know that this is what Wei Wuxian thinks of him. It will help Jiang Cheng to manage his expectations of this visit.

“What do you want?” he demands to know instead of acknowledging Wei Wuxian’s quip and Wei Wuxian sighs.

“Can we talk?” he wants to know and Jiang Cheng narrows his eyes at him.

“Talk,” he orders him without moving an inch, but of course Wei Wuxian doesn’t obey him.

“In private?” Wei Wuxian tacks on and Jiang Cheng stares at him for a moment longer before he abruptly turns around and stalks off to the room that is no doubt prepared for them by now.

“Are you coming?” Jiang Cheng calls over his shoulder when Wei Wuxian doesn’t seem to follow him and that spurs Wei Wuxian on.

“Didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” Wei Wuxian mutters and Jiang Cheng clenches his jaw.

For all that his relationship with Wei Wuxian is broken and complicated it still stings him to know that Wei Wuxian isn’t able to read him like he used to. That he doesn’t seem to know him at all anymore.

Wei Wuxian follows him without another word though, and Jiang Cheng can see that he’s curiously looking around.

“It looks different,” Wei Wuxian quietly says and Jiang Cheng wants to turn around and shake him but the worried look of a bypassing disciple stops him.

He doesn’t want to worry them more than necessary. And he definitely doesn’t want them to pick a fight with Wei Wuxian.

“What did you expect? It was burned to the ground after all. And sixteen years don’t pass without leaving a mark, either,” Jiang Cheng snaps out and Wei Wuxian turns his eyes back on him, but before he can say anything, they have reached the prepared room.

“Just how terrified of you are these people, that everything is already done?” Wei Wuxian wonders as he sees the steaming tea and hot soup that is waiting for them.

Jiang Cheng works his jaw again, but he doesn’t answer Wei Wuxian’s question. It doesn’t matter what he says anyway; clearly Wei Wuxian wouldn’t believe him a word if he tells him his disciples actually like Jiang Cheng.

Instead, Jiang Cheng smiles slightly when he realizes that it’s his favourite soup that’s waiting for them; the one Wei Wuxian hates, because he thinks it’s too bland.

He’ll have to thank Jiang Xiuying for this later.

“You even terrified them into not using any spices,” Wei Wuxian predictably whines when he takes a sip from the soup and Jiang Cheng hides his smile behind his own bowl.

He gives Wei Wuxian just long enough to swallow and then asks “What do you want?”

Instantly, the playfulness leaves Wei Wuxian and he gets serious.

“I’m here to inform you that Sect Leader Yao is on his way here,” Wei Wuxian says and Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow at him.

“And why should I care about that?”

“Because he wants war with you,” Wei Wuxian says and Jiang Cheng inhales his soup.

“He what?” he coughs and then actually laughs, because for all that Sect Leader Yao is his senior, his Sect is rather small and he is a spineless old man on top of that.

There is nothing Sect Leader Yao can do to him.

“He says you killed his right hand man,” Wei Wuxian tells him and that sobers Jiang Cheng right up.

“Ah,” Jiang Cheng says, because of course. “Let me guess. He came to the Chief Cultivator first, but Lan Wangji doesn’t think this warrants his interference,” Jiang Cheng muses, because what Wei Wuxian speaks of has been almost ten years ago, and there is no way in hell that Lan Wangji will meddle with this.

And especially not for Sect Leader Yao.

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian admits, “but Jiang Cheng, seriously,” he then goes on, voice low and serious. “What have you done in the past sixteen years?”

Jiang Cheng lets out a bitter chuckle when he realizes what Wei Wuxian is hinting at.

“Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing? You seem to have an opinion already.”

Wei Wuxian chews his lip for a moment before he fixes Jiang Cheng with a look.

“You have been killing people, Jiang Cheng. Torturing and killing innocent people. What would shi-jie say to that?” Wei Wuxian wants to know and Jiang Chen feels the familiar rage bubble up in him.

“How dare you,” he hisses and gets up. “You know nothing of what I have been doing for the last sixteen years!”

“Everyone talks about it,” Wei Wuxian defends and gets to his feet as well.

“Everyone also talks about how you are the worst thing that happened to the cultivational world and how you ate babies. I don’t see you paying mind to those rumours,” Jiang Cheng bites out and Wei Wuxian bristles.

“That’s because it’s not true!”

“Oh, and what you hear about me is?” Jiang Cheng gives back and Wei Wuxian narrows his eyes at him.

“Isn’t it?” he asks and Jiang Cheng shouldn’t be surprised at the pain in his chest, it has been his constant companion for years after all, but it still takes his breath away.

“You really believe that. You really believe I just went around, killing innocent people.”

“People who used demonic cultivation,” Wei Wuxian adds, as if that would justify killing anyone. “Do you really hate me that much?” he whispers and Jiang Cheng can’t listen to this for a moment longer.

“Does it really matter?” he asks and watches with something akin to satisfaction how Wei Wuxian flinches. “You have already made up your mind, and clearly I am the bad guy here. What does it matter to you what I did to those people?”

“Do you even remember them? Do you even remember Sect Leader Yao’s right hand, or do they just all blur together?” Wei Wuxian inquires and Jiang Cheng scoffs.

“I don’t know, Wei Wuxian,” he gives back in an attempt of deflecting. He does not want to explain himself to Wei Wuxian. “Do you remember the three thousand people you killed, or is it just one blurry mass?” he gives back without missing a beat, but inwardly Jiang Cheng wonders if they will ever stop hurting each other.

If Jiang Cheng will ever be able to control his anger and rage, and if Wei Wuxian will ever just listen to what someone says to him. But it doesn’t seem to be this day.

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian quietly whispers, but Jiang Cheng is already walking away from him.

He doesn’t have to listen to this. Especially not when proof of how much he cares, of how much he remembers is omnipresent in his Sect.

When he steps out of the room, he realizes that his day is just going downhill, because Sect Leader Yao is already waiting for him, the Chief Cultivator, and leaders of smaller Sects behind him, Jiang Xiuying apologetically bowing to him as if he could have stopped these people from marching in here.

Even Jin Ling came, Jiang Cheng notes. Wonderful.

“Jiang Cheng,” Sect Leader Yao starts and Jiang Cheng is already so incredibly over this.

He is so tired of the continuous disrespect all of these old men show him.

“That’s Sect Leader Jiang to you,” he bites out and watches in satisfaction as Sect Leader Yao pales.

“You,” he stutters out and Jiang Cheng gives him the most disdainful look he can manage.

“I don’t appreciate you marching in here without proper announcement,” Jiang Cheng says and let’s Zidian spark on his hand. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Justice,” Sect Leader Yao demands and points at Jiang Cheng, clearly making a show for the crowd that has by now gathered. “You killed my right hand man!”

“Oh, did I?” Jiang Cheng asks sweetly and then cocks his head to the side. “And when was that supposed to be?”

“Does it matter when it happened? Fact is that you did it!” Sect Leader Yao screeches and Jiang Cheng smiles coldly at him.

“I think it matters greatly, because if it took you ten years to find the courage to confront me about this, he can’t have meant that much to you,” Jiang Cheng pleasantly says and watches as a murmur goes through the people.

“So you do admit to it!” Sect Leader Yao triumphantly says and Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“I don’t. I do not remember killing your right hand man,” he coldly says and watches Sect Leader Yao flounder, before someone else speaks up behind him.

“Do you even remember a single person of those you killed after the war?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng turns his glare on him.

“Why should I?” Jiang Cheng asks and a fearful hush falls over the crowd. “Do any of you remember even a single person you killed in your lives?” he asks them and is met with a pretty telling silence.

“You’re a monster,” someone whispers, but in the quiet it rings out loud and clear.

Jiang Cheng has heard these words a lot in the past sixteen years, and so he simply smiles at them, even though they sting like always.

He reminds himself that the people that matter know the truth, that they know him for who he truly is, and that it has to be enough.

From the corner for his eyes he sees how Luo Guanting moves to step forward and Jiang Cheng stops him with a small gesture.

He appreciates what he is trying to do, but Jiang Cheng did not give him a new home and protection from Sect Leader Yao for him to throw it all away now.

“I thought you are all already in agreement over that,” Jiang Cheng tells them and then flicks out his hand, Zidian coming to life with a crackle of energy. “And now you’re all going to leave, because otherwise I might find reason to torture you, too.”

The Sect Leaders freeze in fear, before they scramble to get away from him.

Lan Wangji predictably stays—as does Jin Ling—and the look he sends Jiang Cheng is chilling.

“Any further unwarranted killing will be met with a harsh punishment,” Lan Wangji warns him, but Jiang Cheng only smiles at him.

“If you can proof it was me, sure,” Jiang Cheng flippantly gives back, damn well knowing that there will never be any proof of him murdering anyone, and then he cocks his head to the side. “I hope the same goes for the Yiling Partiarch.”

Jiang Cheng can see how Lan Wangji’s eyes blaze in fury at that, but he simply smiles at him, before he turns around.

Only to run almost straight into Wei Wuxian, who was still standing behind him.

“I can’t believe what you’ve turned into,” Wei Wuxian whispers and Jiang Cheng fights the childish urge to cry and to explain everything to him.

If Wei Wuxian doesn’t even trust him enough to ask about it, then Jiang Cheng has no reason to explain.

“The same goes for you, I guess,” Jiang Cheng gives back and wills Zidian to be dormant again. “At least my views of you are based on fact, though,” he adds, fully intending to walk away from Wei Wuxian now, but he stops Jiang Cheng with a hand to his arm.

“Don’t you feel any shame or remorse for what you have done?” Wei Wuxian wants to know and Jiang Cheng wants to shake him so hard his hands tremble with the urge.

“Why should I?” Jiang Cheng asks and he can’t help to add: “You never actually did ask me what happened.”

Wei Wuxian studies him for a long moment and then nods and a tiny spark of hope builds in Jiang Cheng’s chest. Hope, that maybe Wei Wuxian doesn’t completely believe the rumours and that he will give Jiang Cheng a chance to explain.

“Alright, then. Did you seek out those who practice demonic cultivation?” Wei Wuxian asks him and Jiang Cheng’s heart falls, because he knows this will lead to nothing.

Wei Wuxian will ask the questions he thinks will give him the answers he seeks, and Jiang Cheng refuses to explain himself willingly to someone who is so ready to forsake him.

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng answers, because he always does as soon as such a rumour reaches him.

“And do you hate demonic cultivation?” Wei Wuxian goes on and Jiang Cheng lets out a bitter chuckle.

How could he not, with what it had cost Wei Wuxian; with what it had cost Jiang Cheng by proxy.

“Of course I do,” Jiang Cheng gives back with a huff and Wei Wuxian nods like that is all he needs to hear.

“And you killed Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji chimes in, so that means you must have killed everyone else as well going unsaid, but everyone knows what he’s implying anyway.

“Did I?” Jiang Cheng asks and turns to look at Lan Wangji. “Because I don’t remember that. My sword never actually touched him.”

“It’s true, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian quietly says as he steps up to Lan Wangji. “It wasn’t quite as easy as that.”

Jiang Cheng wants to yell at him that if that situation wasn’t all that clear cut, maybe the situation right now isn’t either, but in the end, he’s too tired for it.

If people are so ready to believe the absolute worst of him—if even his own family is so ready to believe it—then he’ll just let them. There is no use in telling them any differently; they wouldn’t believe him anyway.

And he made a promise to his people to keep them safe; exposing them to everyone around does not align with that at all.

So instead of shouting the truth at Wei Wuxian Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and then finally turns around and leaves.

His people will make sure that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji leave Lotus Pier, and Jiang Cheng is grateful for it, because he’s not sure he has the capacity to deal with them any longer.

He goes back to the room he was in with Wei Wuxian earlier and he finds that new tea has been served for him.

“Thank you,” he tells Jiang Xiuying who is still in the room, and when Jiang Xiuying looks at him, he sees that he’s near tears.

“You shouldn’t have to bear their hate for us,” Jiang Xiuying says and bows deeply, probably more to hide his tears than to pay his respects, and Jiang Cheng is quick to stop him.

There was never any reason to hide between them.

“It’s of no consequence for me,” Jiang Cheng gives back with a light chuckle, but Jiang Xiuying throws him a look. He has always seen through Jiang Cheng too easily.

“We know it hits you hard, there’s no need to pretend,” Jiang Xiuying chastises him and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng admits. “But I would rather bear their hate than have any of you go back to them.”

“We wouldn’t,” Jiang Xiuying says with vehemence and Jiang Cheng smiles reassuringly at him.

“I know that. But you also shouldn’t have to deal with their entitlement. You’re not property they own. I doubt Sect Leader Yao even still remembers Luo Guanting’s name.”

“You might be right,” Jiang Xiuying says and then serves Jiang Cheng some tea. “I don’t think we say it enough, but thank you.”

Jiang Cheng has never been good with feelings and hearing something like this always makes him feel choked up.

“There is no need for that,” Jiang Cheng presses out but Jiang Xiuying only smiles at him.

“There is. You saved our lives. We can never thank you enough for it.”

“Well, I’d rather you didn’t say it out loud,” Jiang Cheng tells him and Jiang Xiuying chuckles.

“We’ll endeavour to continue to show you then,” Jiang Xiuying promises him and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.

As if they aren’t already the best disciples and people anyone could wish for.

Jiang Cheng and Jiang Xiuying both turn when there’s a light knock at the door, Jin Ling hovering at the doorstep as if he’s unsure if he’s welcome.

“Jin Ling,” Jiang Cheng greets him and motions for him to come inside, while Jiang Xiuying is quick to get out a new cup for him, before he leaves them to it.

Jiang Cheng watches Jin Ling pick up the cup, and he notices that he is unusually pale.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Cheng wants to know, already itching for a fight with whoever put that look on his nephew’s face.

“Is it true?” Jin Ling asks, voice quiet and Jiang Cheng frowns at him.

“Is what true?” he demands to know and Jin Ling raises his head, as he stares him down.

“Did you really kill all these people? Is it true what they say?” Jin Ling asks and Jiang Cheng lets out a sigh, to hide the sob underneath it.

No one has ever asked before.

“Thank you for asking instead of assuming,” he tells Jin Ling once he’s sure his voice holds and gives him a small smile. “And no, it’s not,” Jiang Cheng then tells him and he is surprised to see just how much tension leaves Jin Ling at that.

“I knew you couldn’t have done all they said,” Jin Ling mutters and scoots closer to Jiang Cheng. “What happened to these people?”

“You remember the wedding I dragged you to when you were about ten?” Jiang Cheng asks and Jin Ling lights up at the memory.

“I do. It was fun! Though I can’t quite recall whose wedding it was,” Jin Ling muses and Jiang Cheng nods at him.

“It was a lot of fun,” Jiang Cheng agrees, before he explains. “It was Luo Guanting’s wedding. Sect Leader Yao’s right hand man.”

“What?” Jin Ling asks and stares at him in confusion. “But hasn’t he been part of your sect for—”

“Almost ten years now,” Jiang Cheng finishes Jin Ling’s sentence for him and delights in the way Jin Ling stares at him.

“What happened?”

“There were rumours about him using demonic cultivation. And it’s true, I do seek these people out, but it’s to help them. There is always, always a cause that leads upright people to using methods like that and I tried to help them.”

“You tried to do what you couldn’t for Uncle Wei,” Jin Ling mutters and Jiang Cheng has to close his eyes against his tears at that.

“Yes,” he chokes out, thankful that at least someone in his family understands.

“How many of your disciples?” Jin Ling wants to know and Jiang Cheng busies himself with his tea, to gather back some composure before he answers.

“About a quarter of them I took home with me because they were so unhappy in their lives they thought demonic cultivation was the only way out,” he then admits. “Half of my people I picked up on the streets; orphans or stragglers who didn’t know their place. Only a quarter of my disciples are made up of actual Yunmeng people. There weren’t many left, after Lotus Pier burned.”

“You gave all of them a home,” Jin Ling breathes out and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“I try,” he admits. “Not all of them stay; not all of them are happy here.”

“But most are,” Jin Ling gives back and Jiang Cheng is proud to say that he is right.

Most of the people he takes back home are more than happy in Lotus Pier.

“Jiang Xiuying?” Jin Ling suddenly asks and Jiang Cheng is so damn proud of him it hurts.

“Him, too,” he admits. “He was from the Lan Sect. Lan Wangji kept some of Wei Wuxian’s scripts and he found them. He was wandering around, trying out different things when I found him. He was so unhappy with his life in the Cloud Recesses that he didn’t care if he lived or died. I knocked him out that night and we had a long talk in the morning. I took him home with me that same day.”

“And now he’s your right hand,” Jin Ling whispers. “Does anyone know? Anyone at all?” Jin Ling then asks and Jiang Cheng shakes his head once before he nods.

“Lan Xichen recognized Jiang Xiuying a few years back, but he never said anything and he never asked. He probably put two and two together, but I’m not sure.”

“Why don’t you just explain it to them? They accused you today, marched in here as if it’s their right, and yet you are innocent!”

“I don’t explain because it doesn’t matter to me,” Jiang Cheng says and he is met with a sharp glare from Jin Ling.

“Don’t even try that with me,” Jin Ling says and then leans comfortingly against Jiang Cheng. “I know you do care; it does matter to you.”

Jiang Cheng lets out a shuddering breath and brings his arm around Jin Ling before he talks.

“Fine, it does matter to me. It hurts, that they all think that, but look how ready they are to believe it without proper proof. There wasn’t a single person here today who called for reason. And if I were to tell the truth, what would that do to my people? You think Luo Guanting wants Sect Leader Yao to know he’s living a wonderful life away from him? You think Jiang Xiuying wants to face the Elders of his Sect again? I don’t want to put them through that,” Jiang Cheng admits and then he slumps. “And the people need someone to hate,” he then admits. “It’s easier if they hate me. They can’t hurt me; my people are too strong for anyone to start a new war. And if they hate me, they have time to critically think over other things.”

“That is so stupid,” Jin Ling mutters, but Jiang Cheng knows that he sees his logic.

“It is how it is,” Jiang Cheng gives back and Jin Ling throws himself into Jiang Cheng’s arms.

“Well I hate it, because you’re the best person out there and everyone should know that!”

“It’s enough for me that you know that,” Jiang Cheng mumbles into his hair and Jin Ling squeezes him harder.

“And your people do, too.”

“And they do, too,” Jiang Cheng agrees, and really, that has to be enough.

This is all the family he needs. As long as Jin Ling and his people don’t hate him, Jiang Cheng can face everything.

Now with art of the best right hand man

{Buy me a kofi}

Now with a continuation!

#bt writes #the untamed #mdzs #yunmeng brothers #jiang cheng #jin ling #wei wuxian #jin ling and his jiu-jiu #family feels #hurt/comfort #trust issues #secrets #ocs

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ibijau · 4 years

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Xisang 20? :3

“please just kiss me already”

“A-Sang.”

Nie Huaisang ignored him, continuing to read through his pile of letters.

“This one says they need help with a snow demon,” he sighed. “A snow demon. In summer. Can’t they just put it in the sun and leave it to melt? And people call me useless. This is… how, wait, they’re offering a good sum of money for that. Well, the juniors need the experience and they could do with a new set of robes.”

“A-Sang, please,” Lan Xichen insisted, trying to grab his lover’s sleeve, only for Nie Huaisang to move his arm away with affected casualness.

“I think I’ll say yes,” Nie Huaisang mused. “Hm, who should I get to supervise them… Maybe I could go myself? I guess it’s good experience for me too.”

“A-Sang, stop teasing,” Lan Xichen pleaded, leaning over the desk. “I said I’m sorry.”

“I think I’ll go,” Nie Huaisang decided. “After all, I need to sometimes put my duty before my personal pleasure. I’m sure you’ll understand and you won’t mind that I’m cutting short our time together to take care of important business?”

Lan Xichen sighed, and tried again to catch his sleeve, only for Nie Huaisang to blink innocently at him.

“Is there a problem, Zewu-Jun? You seem distressed.”

“Please, just kiss me already,” Lan Xichen demanded. “It’s been weeks, are you really going to go through your mail all afternoon?”

“Isn’t Zewu-Jun here to help me with business?” Nie Huaisang gasped, pressing one hand against his heart in fake surprise. “But Zewu-Jun, what of our duties?”

“A-Sang…”

Nie Huaisang blinked a few more times, wide eyed and with the slightest hint of a confused pout, before the act became too much for him and he burst out laughing. Lan Xichen sighed again, even more miserable now that he was sure his lover really had been teasing him.

“A-Chen, you’re just too easy a victim,” Nie Huaisang chuckled, leaning over the desk as well and throwing his arms around his lover’s neck. “Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you then, since you so desperately want it.”

He did just that, pressing their lips together far too gently, only for Lan Xichen to grab him by the waist, dragging him over the desk without care for the letters piled up there and pulling him on his lap.

There would be a price to pay for all this teasing.

But of course, that was exactly why Nie Huaisang did it in the first place.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #jau writes #nhs is a little shit who knows how to get what he wants #lxc knows it and enjoys that game as well don't worry #veraverorum

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mdzsgildedfate · 3 years

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Gilded Fate - Chapter 8

Reincarnation AU [Chapter 8/?] Characters: Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Original Characters. Pairings: Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, Xue Yang/OC

Sometime during his sleep, the faces of ghosts were replaced with that of Xiao XIngchen. His white robes enveloped Xinyi like a pair of wings, shielding him from the restless spirits advancing on him. The darkness took over and the dreams disappeared completely. When something finally roused him from his sleep, Xinyi muddled through a fog of confusion to remember where he was, who’s body he was curled around, who’s hand was stroking his hair-

“Mm…” The light from the window was blinding. “MingYue…?”

No… Not MingYue… This is… Xiao Xingchen?

He looked up at the radiant face, scrubbing the sleep from his eyes with his spare hand. Xingchen simply looked back at him with a blank expression, waiting for Xinyi to speak first. He still felt exhausted, wondering if it’d be okay for him to lay his head back down against Xingchen’s chest and go back to sleep.

“What time is it?”

“Noon. They’ll be serving lunch soon.”

“Mm…” Xinyi put his head back down. “I’m not hungry.”

Xingchen pulled himself free from the other’s grasp and sat up, looking down at him expectantly. Xinyi opened one eye and peeked up at him, frowning at Xingchen’s resolute expression.

“Fine.”

“Hm… Your clothes are still wet.” Xingchen said, running his hands along the damp fabric.

“Oh well. Guess there’s nothing we can do.” Xinyi slumped back against the bed.

“Stand up.” The man pulled open his trunk again, pulling out a set of plain, grey robes. “Put these on.”

Xinyi sighed, pouting slightly as he stood up and took the robes. Xingchen helped tie them in place and then led him out the door, down the hall towards the courtyard. Looking down at his new attire, he wondered where Xingchen got such drab looking robes. The Daozhang only wore white robes, with occasional black accents- he couldn’t imagine the man wearing any other colour.

Reaching the courtyard, it looked like everyone had already gathered for lunch. Most of the low tables had been filled by students, the two Lan Jiaoshou were seated together near Song Lan, and Jin Ling was off to the side with his dog. As always, MingYue was sitting near Jin Ling, but as soon as she saw Xinyi, she stood and began approaching him. Xingchen veered off to join Song Lan, leaving Xinyi to face MingYue alone. Every muscle in his body tensed.

“Xinyi, I-”

Before she could get a word out, Xinyi stuck his hands out in front of him and bowed to her, not daring to look at her face.

“MingYue. I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I don’t know what came over me, but it won’t happen again.” Xinyi straightened up, eyes still stuck to the ground. “I promise I won’t make trouble for you again… I- Uh… Are you… okay?”

MingYue reached out and took his hand, urging him to look up at her. She had a sweet, reassuring smile on her face that almost made his heart skip a beat.

“A-Xin. I appreciate your apology, but I’m the one that’s been making trouble for you. This is your trip after all, I’m only here as a guest. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” She let go of his hand and gave a small bow in return. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m okay.”

A small smile twitched at his lips, but instantly fell when he saw her neck. “Ah- MingYue, your neck-”

“It’s fine, I promise.” MingYue’s smile widened, though her eyes were turned up with concern. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m just worried about you. I’ve never seen you so upset, is everything okay?”

Xinyi’s heart hurt, feeling another wave of shame seeing her more concerned for him than for herself. “I’m fine, it’s nothing to worry-”

“A-Yue!” Jin Ling’s sharp tone cut through the courtyard as he approached them. “Come away from him, go sit down and eat!”

Xinyi took a step back. A-Yue?

MingYue gave him one last concerned look and scurried back to her table. Jin Ling followed behind her, looking at Xinyi with disdain. Xinyi gulped and turned away, spotting an open table between Chen and QianHua to take refuge at. He put his face in his hands for a moment, thinking again about how badly he just wanted to go back to sleep and not think about MingYue or her weird, uptight friend, or how Smiling Ghost was watching him from the stairs again.

“A-Xin, are you okay? You disappeared for so long, where were you?” Chen asked as soon as he sat down.

Xinyi looked over at him, his mood dropping even more at Chen’s expression. “I’m fine. Xingchen took me to his room and made me take a nap.”

Chen’s jaw dropped slightly, looking just a little horrified. “He made you sleep in his bed??”

Xinyi cracked a smile. “How do you always make things sound so much worse than they are?”

“It doesn’t help that you’re not wearing your own clothes.” QianHua mused, snickering at them.

“Huh? Oh, right.” Xinyi looked down at what he was wearing again. “I fell in the river earlier. My clothes were still wet, so Xingchen lent me these.”

Chen looked away, mumbling under his breath. “I didn’t realize you two were so familiar…”

Xinyi quirked an eyebrow at him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous.”

“I was just worried about you!” Chen straightened back up, taking his glasses off to clean them angrily. “You were so mad, it took four people to hold you back! And then you just disappeared for three hours and no one knew where you were! Why didn’t you come to us for help?”

Another wave of shame. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Chen sighed and put his glasses back on. “I’m sorry too. I just… was scared.”

“I’m sorry too.” QianHua yawned.

They both looked at him. “For what?”

QianHua shrugged. “I just wanted to be included.”

~X~

The clouds forming in the sky had provided a welcome shade from the sun during lunch. After spending the morning hiking through the mountains, spelunking through caves, and handling rotting corpses, it felt nice to relax and have a meal with MingYue and Gongzhu. As much as he disapproved of MingYue approaching Xinyi like that, Jin Ling had to admit she seemed in better spirits now. Plus, Xinyi looked even more dejected, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Hey. A-Yue.”

“Hm?”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

MingYue looked up from where she sat with Gongzhu. “Did I do what on purpose?”

Jin Ling pointed at Xinyi with his chopsticks. “He looks miserable now. Did you apologize just to guilt him?”

“What? Of course not!” Her tone was indignant, but the faintest hint of a smile played on her lips. “And why are you saying my name like that so much suddenly?”

“Saying it how?” Jin Ling asked, turning his gaze back to his meal.

“A-Yue~.” She said, mocking Jin Ling’s tone.

“I didn’t-!”

Before Jin Ling had a chance to defend himself, Song Lan and Sizhui rose from their seats and were calling everyone’s attention their way. Sizhui had set up his guqin on his table and was now plucking at the strings, making sure it was still in tune. The idle chatter and clanking of dishware slowly died down as everyone turned their attention to the men. Song Lan glanced back at Sizhui, who gave a small nod, and addressed the students.

“For today’s lesson, I’d like to talk briefly about a forgotten culture. Your textbooks and history classes will not teach you about these groups of people, but Xiao Xingchen and myself have spent a long time maintaining the remnants of this time.”

Jin Ling looked at them curiously. Save for the immortals currently present, and the few hidden away in seclusion, there wasn’t a soul alive who knew about the existence of cultivators. He hadn’t even come across the descendants of cultivation clans in at least a few centuries, so what was the point in leading a lesson about them?

“Many thousands of years ago, there was a widespread spiritual practice called Cultivation. These spiritual workers belonged to clans who were devoted to protecting commonfolk from restless spirits, demons, and other dark forces.” Song Lan spoke in a steady tone, slowly pacing back and forth in front of the students. “These clans were well respected and held a great deal of political power in the regions they presided over. If you recall from the tour of the temple, the tapestries you saw depicted those regions.”

“Cultivators trained their whole lives to deal with the evil beings haunting their lands and were also highly skilled warriors. The standard spiritual tool was their sword, though many of the gentry clans also specialized in a specific technique. For example, instead of swords, the Nie clan carried heavy blades as their signature technique. Another techniqueincluded the use of musical instruments, such as the guqin.”

Song Lan paused, looking over at Sizhui. The man was gracefully plucking out a calm rhythm, quietly enough that Song Lan could be heard over him. With his attention turned to the music, Jin Ling realized the song being played was Cleansing. He followed the flow of spiritual energy to where Xinyi was sitting, looking more relaxed than he had at the start of the meal.

“Other common tools included paper talismans, sigils, arrays, nets, and pouches. Spiritual tools were items infused with positive qi, spiritual Yang energy..” Song Lan continued, turning back to face the students. “The use of these tools depended on the presence of a cultivated golden core, the part of the body that stores and controls spiritual energy-”

Jin Ling’s focus waned, feeling bored at the memory of lectures he had to sit through as a junior disciple. He propped an elbow up on his table and leaned his cheek onto his hand, letting his eyes wander over the students. Expecting to see bored expressions, Jin Ling was surprised to see how many were hanging on Song Lan’s every word. Three students sitting closest to Jin Ling and MingYue seemed to be engaged in discussion about the lecture, talking with bemused expressions. He turned his attention to them, unable to resist the urge to eavesdrop.

“-seems kind of strange.”

“I thought this stuff was all made up.”

“Yeah, like, fairy tales the Wang family invented to hype up their collection.”

“Is this the same story? I thought it seemed familiar…”

Jin Ling furrowed his eyebrows. This wasn’t the first time he’d overheard the people here mention some mysterious Wang Family Collection, but he’d never suspected it had anything to do with cultivation. He glanced at MingYue, wondering what the chances were that his companion just happened to be the ex-girlfriend of a member of the Wang family, who just happened to be a reincarnated cultivator.

He frowned. He hated convoluted things like this.

“MingYue.”

“Hm?”

“I keep hearing people mention the Wang Collection- What is that?”

She blinked a couple of times before cracking into hushed laughter. “Were you living under a rock before I met you?”

He frowned harder.

MingYue scooted closer to Jin Ling so she could speak without disrupting Song Lan’s lecture. “The Wangs are a really wealthy family in Beijing known for collecting antiques. It’s actually a really impressive collection, but some of the pieces are famously controversial because they reference historical events that didn’t happen.”

“What kind of pieces?”

“The majority of pieces are heavy swords, but there’s also a lot of old books about ghosts and magic, strange flags, amulets, random trinkets, sculptures. Kind of like what Song Lan Daozhang is talking about, actually.” MingYue looked back at the Daozhang curiously. “Honestly, even when we were dating, I thought it was nonsense, but I guess not…”

“Hmph… Don’t dwell on it.” Jin Ling retorted, turning his attention back to the lecture.

Two mysteries is more than enough, I’ll think about that one later…

~X~

By the time Song Lan concluded his lecture, the clouds had thickened into a dark sheet stretching across the sky and the smell of rain hung densely in the air. For the rest of the evening, the lecture continued to ruminate in Xinyi’s mind, providing a welcome distraction from Smiling Ghost and the two new spirits that now served as an ever-present audience. Still, they weren’t as bad as the bloodied ghosts that appeared the first night, so ignoring them was becoming easier.

By dinner time, the rain was coming down hard, creating small streams that rushed across the stonework of the courtyard. Everyone gathered in the main hall for the final meal of the day, the room quickly filling with the sounds of excited anthropology students discussing the existence of a forgotten study of spiritualism. Xinyi sat between Chen and QianHua like always, this time placed towards the head of the table where the Daozhang and Jiaoshou sat together.

A few yards past Jingyi Jiaoshou, Smiling Ghost stood in the corner, her watchful gaze occasionally scanning over the other students before returning to Xinyi. He stared back at her, tapping his finger on the table while he thought.

Why does she just stare at me like that?

What does she want?

She’s dressed so nice… Not fucked up or covered in blood like the others...

Don’t you have anything better to do? Or am I really so handsome that you can’t take your eyes off me?

She turned her head slightly, eyes still on him, and smiled wider. He shuddered and looked away.

Tap tap...Tap tap…

He looked over at the two farther down. The older of the two was a middle aged woman with an open throat and the younger was a boy, no older than ten, with a wound through his chest.

Tap… Tap tap… Tap tap tap…

He jumped slightly. How long had Song Lan been staring at him? And what was that expression? Their eyes met for a moment, both looking equally confused and startled, before Song Lan quickly looked away. Xinyi put his chopsticks down and excused himself from the table, feeling sick to death of being stared at.

Going back to his room alone, Xinyi slumped onto his bed. At least for the time being, no ghosts appeared here and no disembodied whispers filled his ears. The only sound came from the rain outside, which quickly became white noise. He breathed a sigh of relief at the rare moment of silence, realizing just how badly he needed it. With the rest of the thoughts pushed from his head, Xinyi remembered for the first time since probably ten that morning that his notebook was still missing.

Sitting up, he noticed someone had brought his bag back to the room for him and left it at the head of his bed. He grabbed it and pulled it over, hoping the notebook had someone found its way back inside. Even though the weight already gave him his answer, he still opened the bag and felt around inside. Sighing, he tossed the disappointing thing aside and slumped back, staring up at the ceiling.

So much for a year and a half long project… It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just a transcription… but all my notes in it too!

A lot of those pages took forever to decipher… Whoever wrote the original had the handwriting of a kid and talked in riddles half the time…

Xinyi fished his phone out of the twisted bedsheets and turned it on, opening to the pictures he’d taken of the original book. At least he could remember the notes he’d made about the most recent pages, but for everything else, he’d have to start over completely.

Whatever. It wasn’t important anyways.

By the time Chen and QianHua came back from dinner, Xinyi was already starting to doze off. The sound of movement in the room jolted him awake, immediately sitting up and looking around for the source of noise. Once he realized who had come in, he relaxed and laid back down. He murmured a few initial replies to the two when they entered, but felt too exhausted to stay up and chat with them. When the lamp was extinguished earlier than usual, Xinyi said a silent thanks to Chen, knowing he was the one to have mercy on him. Now enveloped in darkness as well as the silence, sleep overtook Xinyi quickly.

Before long, the first nightmare was manifesting behind his eyelids. Fog surrounded him, obstructing most of his vision. Some figure seemed to be moving around him, darting past his peripheral vision. Behind him, the sound of tapping was filling him with horrible anxiety. He lashed out, JiangZai in his hand, desperately trying to silence the source of the noise.

Give it back… Please… Give it back!

His eyes searched the fog wildly, looking for his lost item and swinging his sword at the tapping. Some object came hurtling towards him, appearing only about a yard in front of him before spearing through him. Unbearable pain shot through his shoulder, sending him reeling and crashing to his knees. Looking down, he could see the arm that had held JiangZai, severed and limp on the ground. The tapping had ceased and was now replaced with the sounds of solid footsteps approaching him headon.

With his remaining hand, he reached into his shirt and pulled out the fan he’d painted. Opening it, his eyes scanned over the mountain scenery, thinking it seemed a great deal more realistic than he remembered. Another pain shot through his chest and he looked up at the white figure towering over him- a man with glassy skin like jade, an icy expression, and an utterly regal air to him. Slowly, his vision turned down to see the blade sticking through the middle of his sternum.

Blood sputtered from his mouth, staining the blade red. Further up, the white robes were turning red as well, sprouting poppy flowers all the way up to the open throat of the figure in front of him. The cold expression was replaced with a face that glowed in the moonlight, obscured by a pair of bloodied bandages around the eyes. All at once, a feeling of sheer horror rushed over him, turning into desperate wails of grief in his throat.

All he could do to stop from screaming was to stuff the side of his wrist into his mouth and bite down. The pain in his shoulder and chest still screamed as though the wounds received in the dream were real. He’d slept so well earlier, why couldn’t Xingchen have just let him sleep longer? His eyes opened at the thought. He had slept earlier. Actually slept! Pulling himself to his feet, and pointedly ignoring whatever figure was crouching in the corner, Xinyi slipped out into the hall in search of Xiao Xingchen’s room.

...If only he’d paid even an ounce of attention to which turns they had taken to get there.

All the halls in this temple look exactly the same, especially at night, and there was no way he was risking opening random doors. If there was anything worse than going back to sleep on his own, it was accidentally opening the wrong door. If he happened upon Song Lan, he might actually kill him, and if he happened upon a girls’ room, he’d be branded a pervert for the rest of his school life. Xinyi shuddered. Finding Xingchen’s room wasn’t worth the risk, especially when it wasn’t guaranteed the Daozhang wouldn’t be just as offended by being barged in on.

Fuck it. There was nothing to be done and standing around feeling sorry for himself was just giving the restless spirits a chance to catch up to him. The whispers were already starting to stir up again, Xinyi wasn’t about to wait to see what else showed up. After what he did to MingYue, not sleeping wasn’t an option. Sleeping with Xiao Xingchen was not an option. With how many nightmares he had, sleeping alone was also not an option. So all that left was...

Xinyi cursed himself and this whole damn situation, back inside his own room now, staring down at the two figures of his sleeping friends. How was he supposed to explain to either one of him why he, a twenty year old man, was trying to crawl into their bed in the middle of the night? Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath, and decided Chen was the safer option. He knelt beside him, his heart pounding in his ears, and slowly lifted the blanket to lay beside the sleeping man.

“Mm… Hm?” Chen roused almost at once. “Xinyi?”

Xinyi tensed. “...sorry… can- can I sleep here? Just tonight?”

Chen lifted his head slightly, squinting through the darkness. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“Y-...yeah…”

Without another word, Chen moved over to make room for Xinyi. He breathed out a small sigh of relief and slipped under the covers next to him. For one blessed moment, the whispers disappeared and all of the muscles in Xinyi’s body relaxed. Maybe this wasn’t so bad… Chen was warm and he wasn’t afraid to drape an arm over Xinyi, inviting him in closer. The slow rhythm of breathing was comforting, a steady movement and sound he could focus on instead of-

“Xue… Yang…”

Fuck. Please no.

“Xue… Yang…”

No Xue Yang here. Please leave.

Against better judgement, Xinyi opened one eye to peer around the room. In the dark, it was hard to make out anything completely, but there was no mistaking it. There was a shadow in front of the door, darker than the rest of the room. Without meaning to, Xinyi brought his hands up to Chen’s chest, grasping the front of his shirt.

“How pathetic…”

The figure moved forward, coming close enough for Xinyi to see the details of its face. The thing was covered in cuts, hundreds of them at least, with blood covering every inch of its form. The sight was enough to send Xinyi burrowing into Chen’s chest, praying it would go away if he couldn’t see it.

“Ah- A-Xin?”

“Xue Yang!”

Xinyi inched closer to Chen, feeling his forehead press against the man’s cheek. Other whispers were joining in with the voice of the mutilated ghost, sending shivers throughout Xinyi’s body.

Please go away… please go away… please go away.

“How pathetic you’ve become!”

Please go away… please go away…

“You think you’re suffering?”

Please stop… Make it stop…

“A-Xin, what’s wrong?” Chen put a hand on Xinyi’s cheek, tilting his face up to look at him.

Crouching just behind Chen now, the mutilated ghost glared down on Xinyi, hands stretched out like he was about to grab him. Xinyi’s eyes widened, his body frozen in fear.

“A-Xin… Look at me.” Chen’s voice was barely audible over the deafening whispers. “Whatever you see behind me, look away.”

Xinyi tightened his grasp on Chen’s shirt and forced himself to meet his eyes.

“You think you’re suffering, Xue Yang?!”

Please… Anything to make this stop…

“This doesn’t come CLOSE to suffering!”

I’ll do anything… just make this stop!

Lips brushed against his, so lightly he almost didn’t feel it at first. Xinyi squeezed his eyes shut again and tilted his head forward, leaning into the touch. Chen kissed him again, harder this time, putting an arm around Xinyi’s waist and pulling him close. With the whispers quieting ever so slightly, Xinyi relaxed his grip on Chen’s shirt and brought his hands up to hook around the man’s neck.

Locked against each other, Xinyi felt a tongue brush lightly against his lip. He opened his mouth and returned the touch, feeling a tense warmth growing in his stomach. At once, Chen pressed hard into the kiss, sending his tongue deep into Xinyi’s mouth with a faint moan. Their positions shifted slowly with every kiss, with Chen now practically on top of him, one hand grasping at the thigh Xinyi had curled against him. At his hip, he could feel Chen’s growing erection pushing against him.

Xinyi brought a hand down to Chen’s lower back, gently rolling his hips up. Another soft moan left Chen’s mouth, adding to the heat in XInyi’s stomach. Chen slipped his fingers under the waistband of Xinyi’s pants, slowly inching further down, only to freeze dead in its tracks at the sound of QianHua shifting in his sleep. They both paused, listening for the man’s snores, praying they hadn’t been caught.

After a moment, the snore came and they both relaxed. Chen retracted his hand and rolled back against the bed. The whispers had disappeared, but Xinyi couldn’t help but sit up slightly to peer around the room, just to be sure they’d truly left. When he saw no out-of-place shadows, he laid back against Chen, resting his head in the crook of his neck and draped an arm across his chest.

#mdzs #mdzs fic #the untamed #the untamed fic #xue yang #xuexiao #songxiao #xiao xingchen #song lan #junior disciples #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi

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phoenixrisesoncemore · 4 years

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Index Post (updated 11.12.20)

So, I feel like some housekeeping is in order. Hence: an Index Post!

I have this organized into three main categories: Tolkien, The Untamed, and Other (film, art, books, games, life, etc.). Items are ordered from oldest to newest. The number of asterisks indicates length. “[reblog+]” indicates that the original post is not my own, but I added thoughts with a reblog (because I’m bad with Tumblr etiquette). Ultra short pieces are grouped near the bottom of each section.

Post links below the cut.

Additionally! I also have almost 100 in-progress posts in my drafts. I need to finish some, but I think at this point I need some guidance on where to go next, once I finish project 1 and write 3 more prompt ficlets. This is where you come in! I’d like to open my ask box up to reader suggestions on what to work on next. Go to THIS POST for a list of upcoming posts to choose from.

Tolkien Meta

"The Magic Ring” (On my favorite piece at Maker of Middle-earth) *

Reckoning Nothing of Wizardry or War (On my favorite line in LotR) *

Tolkien and the Far Tree (thoughts on Letter #96) *

Whom Morgoth Made (on the first mention of Sauron in the Primary World) *

When the Far Tree Becomes Near [reblog+] *

How to Destroy Your Enemies and Influence People (more Sauron, this time regarding Numenor) **

The Inverted Mountain (On the moment Frodo claims the Ring. Sauron-centric) *

IANAL but... (on Parma Eldalamberon 17) *

Fixation and Attachment Can Lead to Missing Fingers *

J.R.R.T.: A Film Portrait of J.R.R. Tolkien *

Sauron’s Canonically Pretty Handwriting [reblog+] *

The Little House of Lost Play **

The Changing Depictions of Sauron in Tolkien Art *

The Whole Damn Thing Is Fallen (The Problem of Evil; also Tolkien) **

The Whole Damn Thing Is Fallen: part 2 (same as above plus cosmology) ***

Ordering Reality (How Sauron and Tolkien were both Conlangers) *

Subcreative Aspects As Split Between the Ainur [reblog+] *

Valie Evolution, Varda and Nienna, and Marian Imagery [reblog+] ***

The Ring of Barahir and Snake Imagery [reblog+] *

Gandalf, Perspective, Humor, and Humility [reblog+] ***

LotR on Prime Tidbits: 1 | 2

25 Year Reread: 1 | 2 | 3

The Untamed (Chen Qing Ling/Mo Dao Zu Shi) Meta

But Whose Deontology? (early thoughts about moral tension between wangxian while first watching The Untamed) ***

Episode 45: Image and the Second Flutist *

Jiang Cheng, Golden Cores, and Goodness [reblog+] **

LWJ and WWX in Love [reblog+] **

Feels, Feels, Feels (thoughts on LWJ, WWX, and The Song) **

WWX, Drinking, and Consent [reblog+] **

Sharing Your Childhood (personal recollections on why WWX showing LWJ around Lotus Pier spears me through the heart) *

It’s a Hard World for Good Things (thoughts on goodness, metaphysics, and epistemology in the world of CQL/MDZS) ***

More About WWX and Image [reblog+] *

Immortal Together? *

CQL and Flowers [reblog+] **

Replacement Scenes [reblog+] *

Oblivious (personal reflections on one of the reasons I identify so much with Wei Wuxian) *

Lotus Seed Pod Bouquet *

How LWJ Got His Broken Leg *

MDZS/CQL RPG Thoughts ***

WWX and Wen Yuan: Orphans in Yiling *

What if Mo Xuanyu knew Wangxian?**

Untamed Tidbits: Episode 46: WWX and JC | Is Benevolence Arrogance | LSZ is a Good Boi | Censorship and Fan Ethics | Emperor’s Smile [reblog+] | MDZS ch99 | Yi City | CQL vs MDZS actors | On the Most Impractical Way of Carrying Your Sword | In Love [reblog+] | LQR Qi-deviates | Villainous Friends | Ethical/Sexual Tension | Lan Clan Principles Swap [reblog+] | Backwards and in Heels | Masks | Voice Actors [reblog+] | An Untamed Carol {reblog+] | CSSR, LQR, Mothers and sons [reblog+] | That Bed Carving [reblog+] | The Undead Are a Fact of Life | LWJ’s Self-branding [reblog+] | Wangxian Lullaby

Untamed/MDZS Art and Fic

50 Kisses Prompt 1 (ficlet)

50 Kisses Prompt 2 (ficlet/portion of larger unfinished 1929 Untamed AU)

50 Kisses Prompt 3 (ficlet)

1929 Untamed AU art: Drawing | WIP color

Drawtober 2020: single post compilation | all posts

Wangxian Lotus picking art: WIP Sketch for painting

Other Stuff About Life and Loves

The Poet of Prague (a short summary of the life and work of my favorite photographer, Joseph Sudek) *

The Five Toys I Never Had (Christmas silliness and nostalgia) **

The New Motive Power (the strangest moment in Spiritualism) **

Wrighting, Writing, and Righting *

In Her Honor (on how my grandmother gave me a precious gift) **

The Magnus Archives ep 116: Automata *

Automata Again *

On Indescribable Wow (thoughts on the moments when the world-machine is exposed) *

The Feast of the Annunciation at 35,000ft (musings on panic disorder, x-men/Phoenix, Tolkien: Maker of Middle-earth, and the power of stories) ****

Gazing Past The Valacirca: Happy Birthday Hubble **

Tidbits: Portrait of Adele [reblog+] | Things My Husband Has Said to Me: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | Met Opera Grumpiness | It’s a Hard World for Little Things | Grosseteste’s De Luce |

#index post #pinned #housekeeping

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dreams-of-fate · 3 years

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Mobile Muse List

Cdrama Muses

lian song / eternal love / fc: li dongheng, lin gengxin, & xu zhengxi / primary

ji heng / eternal love / fc: liu yuefei & zhang xinyu / primary

li jing / eternal love / fc: zhang vin vin / primary

bai qian / eternal love / fc: yang mi / primary

donghua dijun / eternal love / fc: vengo gao / secondary

ye qingti / eternal love / fc: xu shao ying & shawn dou / secondary

su moye / eternal love / fc: dylan kuo / tertiary

zhi he / eternal love / fc: wang yifei / tertiary

zhe yan / eternal love / fc: baron chen / tertiary

xize / eternal love / fc: zheng yecheng / private

shao wan / eternal love / fc: chen yuqi / tertiary

shen ye / eternal love / fc: liu haoran / secondary

zhao yunlan / guardian / fc: bai yu / primary

chu shuzhi / guardian / fc: jiang mingyang / tertiary

mu ni huang / nirvana in fire / fc: liu tao & tiffany tang / primary

lin chen / nirvana in fire / fc: jin dong / secondary

xia dong / nirvana in fire / fc: zhang lingxin / tertiary

xiao liyang / nirvana in fire / fc: zhang yan yan & zhao yingjuan / primary

concubine jing / nirvana in fire / fc: liu mintao & lu shan / tertiary

wen qing / mdzs / fc: meng ziyi / secondary

jiang cheng / mdzs / fc: wang zhuocheng / tertiary

jin ling / mdzs / fc: wang yuan / secondary

wen ning / mdzs / fc: yu bin / request

nie mingjue / mdzs / fc: wang yizhou / primary

yu ziyuan / mdzs / fc: zhang jingtong / request

lan qiren / mdzs / fc: huang ziteng / request

meng shi / mdzs / fc: tan yixin / request

lan wangji / mdzs / fc: wang yibo / request

xufeng / ashes of love / fc: deng lun / tertiary

runyu / ashes of love / fc: leo luo / tertiary

yuanji / ashes of love / fc: sa dingding / tertiary

yuan chun / princess agents / fc: li qin / primary

chu qiao / princess agents / fc: zhao liying / secondary

yan xun / princess agents / fc: shawn dou / tertiary

gu tingye / the story of minglan / fc: feng shaofeng / tertiary

xun zhao / hope all is well with us / fc: liu tao / tertiary

Kdrama Muses

wang yo / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: hong jonghyun / primary

choi yoon / the guest / fc: kim jae wook / primary

wang wook / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: kang ha-neul / secondary

wang won / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: yoon sunwoo / tertiary

hwangbo yeonhwa / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: kang ha na / secondary

wang mu / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: kim sanho / tertiary

kang gilyoung / the guest / fc: jung eunchae / secondary

hae myunghee / scarlet heart: ryeo / fc: lee da in / tertiary

jang manwol / hotel del luna / fc: lee seyoung / tertiary

kim shin / goblin / fc: gong yoo / tertiary

yoon jongwoo / strangers from hell / fc: im siwon / tertiary

Jdrama Muses

sasaki rena / tantei no tantei / fc: kitagawa keiko / request

OCs

choi dongsun / oc afflicted with the guest / fc: seo kangjoon / secondary

yoon haeju / oc afflicted with the guest / fc: jung chaeyeon / secondary

sohma asa / fruits basket oc / fc: mizuhara kiko / request

chun chun / xianxia oc based in eternal love / fc: zhang ruoyun / secondary

xia xia / xianxia oc based in eternal love / fc: zhu zanjin / tertiary

qiu qiu / xianxia oc based in eternal love / fc: li qin / tertiary

dong dong / xianxia oc based in eternal love / fc: guo qilin / tertiary

li fei / historical oc / fc: ju jingyi / secondary

zhou lifen / historical - xianxia based in eternal love oc / fc: liu mintao & lu shan / primary

su rong / historical - wuxia based oc / fc: zhang jingtong / primary

shao xiaosi / historical - wuxia based oc / fc: hu bing / secondary

shuo kai / fandomless oc / fc: darren wang / secondary

xuan huiliang / fandomless oc / fc: bambi zhu / secondary

wang qingzhao / historical oc / fc: fan bing bing / secondary

qian huizhong / historical oc / fc: leon lai yi / secondary

guo li ge / historical oc / fc: bai lu / secondary

xiao lou / historical oc / fc: li xian / secondary

jin yan / mdzs oc / fc: janice man / secondary

zhang changling / mdzs oc / fc: leon zhang / secondary

zhang zongying / mdzs oc / fc: zhou dong yu

#mobile muse list.#(so many muses i cry at myself)

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untamed-wolfenm · 4 years

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The Untamed: Wangxian With Bunnies by WolfenM

#2 pencil, black and white coloured pencils, and black sharpie, with post-wortk / colouring in Photoshop Elements. I used a few different photos refs (including stills from gifs, LOL!) Xiao Zhan as Wei Wuxian / Wei Ying / The Yiling Patriarch, and Wang Yibo as Lan Wangji / Lan Zhan / Hanguang Jun, of The Untamed / Chen Qing Ling, a Chinese drama based on the novel Mo Dao Zu Shi. The heart of the show is the relationship between these two characters (a romance; while the show is never explicit about it, the book is). As "cultivators", they fight various manifestations of the dead, and other creatures, and also deal with deadly politics between clans. (Seeing them with bunnies is a running theme.) This amazing 50-ep series, currently on Netflix (with a 20-ep version that focuses on "Wangxian" on YouTube), has become my fave series to date, with this pair as my current OTP! I hate drawing hands. *whimper* And when I went to draw Yibo's nose and lips, I realised that the image wasn't clear enough (that's what I get for using gifs), so I had to hunt down a higher-rez image that was the same pose, which ... well, I couldn't find one that was *quite* right. XD I hope I got it close enough, LOL! I think I need more practice drawing these two. A LOT more. *evil grin* Seriously, though, this was *supposed* to be just a *sketch* / line-art for Ostara (the bunny-themed holiday which inspired this; I started drawing it that day). My muse is trying to kill me.

Please just reblog; don't repost!

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this-solaris-life · 4 years

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Bunny Pranks

Prompt: “Give me a minute, I’m going to tickle the shit out of you.” Requested by: @occasionally-writing - Here is number 6 of the grumpy starters. I hope that you’re okay with it being my modern AU, You’re My Muse!

Honestly, he only had himself to blame for this happening. It was him who started pranking the other man to get his, now, boyfriend’s attention when they first met. So it shouldn’t be a surprise when Lan Wangji does it to him. But it always is. It’s only natural to feel a little neglected when your boyfriend holds up in the at home studio for almost a week working. How many hours had he worked today? He doesn’t quite remember but does know that he came stumbling out two hours ago needing a nap that wasn’t on the couch in the studio.

Their nice soft bed was calling him. He’d called out for his boyfriend but he didn’t get a response so he’d crawled into bed specifically on Lan Wangji’s side. His face pressed into the man’s pillow breathing in the sandalwood scent of his shampoo in the pillowcase. The moment he had closed his eyes he fell blissfully asleep.

The feeling of something crawling and hopping on and around him woke him up. A small frown spread across his face as he opened his eyes to find, Bichen, their white bunny with the silver and light blue collar nuzzling his hand. The only one that truly likes him besides Wangji - which was probably the one loafing calmly on his back. He gave Bichen a gentle rub on his head before turning his head the other way to find Liebing with Zidian hopping around on his normal side of the bed. His gaze shifted seeing that it wasn’t just the main four but the other six was on the bed too.

“I think our Lan Zhan is trying to say something A-Chen. Let’s go talk to him about it.” Wei Ying said cheerfully, rubbing it’s head and ears again before deciding to get up. He dislodged Wangji who jumped off him then off the bed towards the door. Wei Wuxian stretched feeling his bones crack and pop. He chuckled seeing the bunnies start to trail after Wangji. So he quickly got up to open the door before they all made it there.

Opening the door, he could smell that Lan Wangji was cooking. Wei Wuxian grinned walking out into the hallway, watching the bunnies hop over themselves to get away. As he got closer to their kitchen he could hear the pop music being played. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes drifting from the reusable grocery bags that his boyfriend had yet to put up, to the man himself.

There at the island his most favorite person in the world had his back to him. Lan Wangji looked soft in the grey sweats and an oversized t-shirt under the blue kitchen apron. His shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The knife scraping the cutting board let him know he was cutting something up.

He stepped forward like a moth to a flame. Wei Wuxian has never been able to resist being near Lan Wangji in any state.

“So you think you’re funny, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian teased as he walked into the room. A grin sliding across his face as he saw the other man’s ears start to tinge red before he rounded the island to face him.

Hilarious. Lan Wangji signed after setting down his fruit knife. He’d been cutting up fruit and vegetables for a salad. One that Lan Wanji modified to add chicken and strawberries for him. Wei Wuxian licked his lips snatching a for a strawberry from the bowl of prewashed ones that his boyfriend hadn’t cut yet.

“So, is there something that you want to say to me?”

Is there anything that you want to say to me? Lan Wangji signed after cleaning his hands of the orange juices on the rag on the island after putting them in a bowl.

“Wanna play a game?” Wei Wuxian asked dropping his tone, bordering on sultry as he took a bite of the strawberry.

Nope, now take those to the table. No eating, the soup that is already in there! Lan Wangji gestured behind Wei Wuxian on the counter. His gaze diverted to focus pointedly at his hands.

“I don’t believe you, Lan Zhan. I think you’ll have to convince me that there isn’t anymore bunny surprises waiting for me.” Wei Wuxian teased him again, making the other give him an unimpressed glare. He couldn't help but giggle grabbing the two plates distractedly “I think the best way would be to-” He paused as he brought the plates up towards his face realizing what was on them. One plate was filled with perfectly stacked cut apple slices in the shape of bunnies. The other one had carrot shaped croissants on it to go with the salad.

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he looked over to see those adorable ears and his cheeks dusting a rather lovely shade of red as Lan Wangji refused to look at him. He plopped the plates down, careful not to dislodge any of the food. The sound made Lan Wangji look up at him. A little wide eyed at the sudden sound of glass on concrete countertop.

“Baby, I’m going to need you to put down the knife.”

Why? Lan Wangji asked frowning as he signed.

“Because I don’t want you to have it in your hand while you give me a minute to tickle the shit out of you.” Wei Wuxian explained with a grin. Lan Wangji shook his head but dropped the knife regardless when he saw the gleam in Wei Wuxian’s eye.

Don’t. You. Dare. Lan Wangji gestured backing up before bolting into the living room.

“Oh I dare, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, rounding the counter after him. Lan Wangji was almost to the couch when he felt the brief softness of one of the bunnies against his bare foot, making him stop. Distracted, he forgot about his boyfriend until it was too late. Wei Wuxian grabbed hold of him pulling him along as he fell onto the couch. In his boyfriend’s arms, Lan Wangji tried to get away but those skillful fingers made their way beneath his apron and t-shirt digging into his ticklish left hip and just under the right rib. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but laugh while trying to wiggle away from him. Wei Wuxian tickled him even more when Lan Wangji tried to go for Wei Wuxian’s ticklish spot behind his knee.

“That was fun, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian stated smugly as Lan Wangji panted, his back against Wei Wuxian’s chest. His beautiful pale skin flushed red from the exertion. He nuzzled, pressing a kiss to that warm cheek earning a swat on the hand. Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, his stomach growled loud.

Let’s go eat. Lan Wangji signed, hands still a little shaky.

“Then if you want, afterwards we can cuddle with the bunnies on the couch?”

Bath first. Lan Wangji replied getting up.

“Hey! Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called after him getting up to follow his boyfriend back into the kitchen for a delicious late lunch.

#sparks req #wangxian #tickling fic #grumpy starters #modern setting au #you're my muse au #bunny pranks #Mute! Lan Wangji #Yes I named their bunnies after the weapons #yes there was more bunny things hidden around the house

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