#my mdzs fanfic

[zunaki]

Wangxian in public being disgustingly in love and the Juniors on a matchmaking mission

#Outsider POV and matchmaking my beloved #i feel like in the the Untamed version Wangxian probably took some time to get together #like after Wwx got back to the Cloud Recesses after his big journey they danced around each other #but still look exactly like a couple #and everyone is getting sick of their pining #so the Juniors are coming up with stupid plans to get them together and chaos ensures #i might have read every fanfic on Ao3 with this exact plot #might make a small comic with that idea one day #wangxian #wangxian fanart #the untamed #the untamed fanart #mdzs #mdzs fanart #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian fanart #lan wangji fanart #art #digital art

[gentil-minou]

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

#i've been staring at this art for days they're one of my fave mdzs artist i am not worthy T__T #look at them falling in love before shenanigans try to keep them apart!! #im planning to post chapter 3 next week maybe by the end og the weekend #it's an absolute beast at 15k but it also introduces a bunch of characters im excited for hehe #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #chen qing ling #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed fanfic #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #mxtxnet #mdzs ouat au #bushy writing #okay now that the tags are out of the way prepare for anxiety rant: commissioning art for my fic was one of the best and most anxiety thing #i've ever had to do like it's actually insane #on the one hand i love my fic so much but also i do not feel worthy of such pretty art and talent (except i paid for it and supported an #artist i really admire which makes me dumb brain extra silly) but yeah this enitire week since i first got it i basically had to play #with my anxiety in the worst way and its been awful and i want to share this art cause its so great but also i want to cry cause i feel #unworthy BUT! i am by posting this telling that anxiety to shut up and continue promoting a fic i'm really proud and excited for and #hopefully opening the floodgates so i have the confidence to commission more artwork in the future because seeing the words i write in a pi #is just about one of the most incredible feelings aNYWAYS

[yingandzhan]

I felt inspired.

LWJ... Is that you? 🤔

Saw this on Facebook and instantly thought of LWJ doing this after moving house and noticing a tired, worryingly skinny fox trying to get comfortable under a peony shrub in his new garden.

Foxxian can't believe his luck! The next night he visits he finds a plush, comfy basket and snuggly blankets that smell like sandalwood nestled in amongst the shelter of the pink peonies. The night after that, there is fruit and vegetables (green ones he refuses to eat - he's hungry, but he's not THAT hungry). The night after that he arrives to find meat, actually MEAT and it's not raw, it's been cooked. It's so tender and tasty and foxxian can't gobble it down fast enough before he falls asleep all cosy in his heavenly scented bed, curled up amongst the layers of soft blankets.

Just as his sharp eyes slowly began to close, his belly full and his mind drifting off to the land of nod, he could have sworn he saw a beautiful man approaching him, hand lowered to show he meant no harm.

Long fingers messaged that spot between his pointed ears on the top of his head, the one that he never knew could feel so good to have stroked. He can no longer resist the temptation of sleep, too relaxed to care that someone knelt beside him, smelling just as intoxicating as his new favourite place to sleep.

Before he drifts off into an amazing, warm and comforting dream, he thought he heard the man speak. A deep, alluring voice that made his heart soar.

"Wei Ying..." the handsome man all but whispered.

This voice. This scent. This blurry outline of a lithe, beautiful man. So familiar... So comforting...

His last hazy thought drifted through his mind like a rolling cloud in a clear blue sky... Lan Zhan?

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs fanfic #i felt inspired #foxxian #i have more on this #perhaps i will continue and explain what is going on haha #mdzs modern au #my ideas

[themiracleofteddybearmanifestos]

I love MXTX cause she'll write the most intricate, heart wrenching, beautiful, insanely intelligent, well written stories and then write her own Wattpad fanfics about them and slap em on as extras

#mxtx #mxtx mdzs #mxtx tgcf #tgcf #mdzs #heaven official's blessing #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #tgcf novel #mdzs novel #honestly i aspire to be like her i should write fanfics about my own stories thats so funny

[coffee-et-whiskey]

I love that in every fic that I've ever read, wwx reaction to lwj's love never changes:

Lwj: *says anything remotely romantic*

Wwx: "Oh my God! I've been shot! How can you say such words and kill me! Have mercy on my poor heart!!!!!"

—

Lwj: *smiles lips tilt slightly upwards*

Wwx: *World ending. Mind crashing. Error-Error-Error. Unable to function for the next 30 minutes*

Lmao, love the Canon Dramatic evil-warlord boi.

#mdzs #wei ying being dramatic as ushz #lan zhan be like “take my heart and whole life too.” #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs fanfic rec #fanfic

[imma-bunni]

"Lan Zhan thinks I look pretty?"

some flirty fox wangxian from ch. 5 of @rmoonberry 's fic Pin the Tail on the Fox - I was rereading it and this scene jumped out at me to draw because YES Wei Ying you are SO pretty

#the last drawing of the year! #I wanted to fit in a good one before it switched over ;) #also this is still my favorite foxxian fanfic and I recommend it very much! #myart #fanfic fanart #the untamed #mdzs #cql #huli jing wei wuxian #wangxian #also cant believe it but this is my first time drawing lan zhan's blushing ears??

[lazycranberrydoodles]

fanart of sweet talker by @ziusik because butch lan wangji changed my brain chemistry‼️ / follow for more fic fanart

#need to draw. more lesbians. augh #art #wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #cql #ao3 #wei wuxian #fic fanart #fanfic #lan wangji #genderbend cw #lesbian #my art #doodle #mxtx #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the grandmaster of diabolism

[least-carpet]

Maybe a chengxian' meeting post-canon? Platonic or romantic, as you prefer

100 years later, I have given up and concussed Jiang Cheng in the name of love and yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation. You know, if it's not working, give it a smack!

-

This wasn’t precisely the way that he had imagined this reunion going, reflected Wei Wuxian. Jiang Cheng lay across his lap, blood smeared dark against his forehead, face illuminated by a streak of moonlight.

Not that he’d imagined seeing Jiang Cheng again. Well—not on purpose—sometimes it crossed his mind, when he saw Jin Ling out of the corner of his eye. Something about the posture was very like Jiang Cheng as a teenager, if a little more brash and impulsive. Jiang Cheng had always been more hesitant in public, aware of the eyes on him.

Anyway, it had occurred to him, mostly against his will, when he saw Jin Ling or he smelled the sword oil Jiang Cheng had favoured (still favoured?) or someone mentioned Lotus Pier. He’d flung it away each time for some future version of him to deal with. Now the future was here, and it sucked.

Wei Wuxian squinted at the ray of moonlight. At least they wouldn’t be suffocated. The section of the cave they were trapped in had at least one opening that went up to the outside world.

They had tracked a very strange yao back to the cave where it lived, him and Lan Zhan and the juniors, and crossed paths with a Jiang team led by Jiang Cheng himself following the same kind of yao. Unfortunately, it seemed that they lived in packs. The resulting fight had gone badly. An over-eager hit from Lan Jingyi had smashed one into the wall, and that had triggered a cave-in, and now Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian were alone in the dark together behind an enormous pile of rocks. On top of everything else, Jiang Cheng was unconscious, which Wei Wuxian really did not like.

The only thing he could think of to do was prop Jiang Cheng up in his lap and wait for him to come to. He didn’t know what Jiang Cheng would make of it when he woke up, but Wei Wuxian decided that he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Jiang Cheng groaned and opened his eyes. “What happened?” he asked.

Wei Wuxian looked down at his face, and winced. Those pupils were not supposed to be different sizes.

“You took a hard hit to the head,” said Wei Wuxian, as cheerfully as he could. “Just stay still, will you? Rescue is on the way!”

He assumed, anyway. Lan Zhan wouldn’t just leave him here. He was very reliable like that.

“Rescue? Why the hell are we being rescued? What did we do this time?” complained Jiang Cheng. Something about his voice tugged at Wei Wuxian. It was less assertive that it usually was, tired, almost—whiny?

“You don’t remember?” said Wei Wuxian. This was bad. This was very bad. “There was a yao. Actually, there were quite a few yaos…”

Jiang Cheng let out a disapproving little huff. Distantly, Wei Wuxian noted that he had made no effort to get up from Wei Wuxian’s lap.

“If we’re late to dinner again, A-jie will be upset,” he mumbled.

Wei Wuxian froze. This was very bad indeed.

#if your shidi won't shidi just hit the reset button for his brain and see if that fixes it! #wei wuxian confronted with teenagememoriesonly!jiang cheng in pain: HOW DO I TORTURE THIS CAVE TO DEATH? #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #yunmeng shuangjie #chengxian #mdzs + #I wish you would write a fic ask game #ask game #my fanfic #least-carpet thoughts #that's your queue #asks

[jiang-yanli-s-soup]

Mdzs modern AU where teen Lan Wangji keeps voice recordings of himself confessing his love to Wei Wuxian, but never sends them. Wwx runs away from home & disappears for 13 years and Lwj searches for him while recording all his feelings. Maybe he keeps all of these recordings in an old MP3 player or something idk, and just, abandons it in his old house when his family moves into a new big one. And maybe one day coincidentally Wwx moves into the same house, finds the player and finds out that his first love, has been loving him back all these years, and maybe in some of the recordings, Lwj talks about how he has been writing a song for him, and that he has already decided the name of it, and in the last one, he hums the song, but doesn't say the name of it. And Wwx frantically searches for Lwj everywhere and when he finally finds him, after 13 years, the first thing he says to Lwj when he sees him,

"You didn't tell me the name of the song"

And Lwj just, freezes, not yet comprehending anything that's happening, except the fact that the love of his life is standing right in front of him and asking him a question about something he could never know unless a miracle happened, but somehow uttering the word,

"Wangxian."

The rest is history.

#mdzs #mdzs au #modern au #mdzs modern au #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxuan #lan zhan #wei ying #teen wangxian #high school sweethearts #pining lan wangji #mdzs lan wangji #mdzs wei wuxian #wangxian really consumed my life huh #mo dao su zhi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #fan fic #fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction #I've been crying over this for weeks

[wrayofmoonshine]

hate it when this happens

#fics #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #uhh idk maybe I’ll tag some of my fandoms #stranger things #danny phantom #dc x dp #merlin #bbc merlin #mdzs #the untamed #ben 10 #ben 10 classic #ben 10 omniverse #dc comics #marvel #sort of I guess

[rumblingappendix]

Even jin ling is jin ling's own uncle

#source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48406918/chapters/124751314 #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jin ling and his infinite uncles #uncleception #why does my autocorrect keep correcting to jin lingerie #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[ninjakk]

So my friend has a crush on someone who hosts those home-selling parties. You know, the ones that sell everything from bath products, skin care, tupperware and even sex toys.

My friend keep going to their parties and buying random shit they don't need, trying to work up the courage to ask the vivacious host out. I found this rather hilarious and very Wangxian coded.

Now I have an itch to write a one shot about LWJ desperately in love with inventor WWX, who hosts parties to showcase his own line of organic skincare products that removes all those icky toxins from your skin the natural way - yes, an absolute nod to guidao. LWJ can hardly move in his house because of all the boxes of facemask and toner he'll never get through in his entire lifetime and is trying to give his brother 20 boxes to take away with him. LXC just laughs and suggests LWJ should just invest in the company and ask WWX out already before LWJ runs out of room and has to rent a warehouse to store it all in.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs fanfic #my fic ideas #inventor wwx my beloved

[fistfuloflightning]

because I need some mental support for the emotional trauma that surely awaits in the newest chapter of From Our Soiled Hearts, have some wedding wish fulfillment fluff from its happier, less emotionally taxing but no less satisfying sister Silence Withered in Spring, also by the wonderfully talented @limitbreaker23 💕

#not pictured: #jin ling and lan yuan as the flowergirl and ring bearer respectively #I only had black and red pen on hand so I’m glad it turned out decent! #it’s so incredibly rough compared to my usual standards since I did this between classes 😬 #mdzs #zhancheng #lan wangji #jiang cheng #fic recs #character design #fanfic fanart #mdzs art #my art #I couldn’t get the image out of my head of jl and lsz weaving the headband they’d made into lwj’s hair 🫠💕

[otterly-chris]

My take on Nie Huaisang’s design notes for Wei Yings cultivation outfit from “truth will out (when caught on video)” by @kizukatana

This fic is SO GOOD and i am also a sucker for nhs as a fashion designer in any fic.

I also did an alternate version and designed a logo for NHS because i have no control of my life and got hyper-focused on drawing 😅

#fanart #mdzs fanart #fanart for fanfic #truth will out when caught on video #wei ying #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #mdzs #the untamed #my art

[whetstonefires]

A LA MEME. MDZS, Really nice guy who hates only you, hate at first sight?

It was totally inappropriate for a corpse to be popular.

But there it was: the Ghost General was more well-liked every day. He seemed to spend all his time wandering around rescuing maidens from monsters and lifting wagons off of old men. In a few years he'd be a hero of the people.

Even the cultivation world didn't expect harm from him anymore. Most of Jin Ling's peers addressed the corpse as qianbei; Jin Ling didn't, but he seemed to get on with him well enough.

Jiang Cheng hadn't actually said out loud, when he saw Wen Qionglin parting ways with Sect Leader Jin with an exchange of polite salutes, he killed your father, but he'd looked it. Jin Ling, fluent in Jiang Cheng's expressions, sighed.

"It was an accident," he said. "And he's apologized. And, you know, uncle, he was held prisoner by Jin Sect almost my entire life, you can't say he hasn't paid for it. And..."

And they had killed his whole family. And his older sister.

Jiang Cheng looked away. "Huh."

When Jiang Cheng had made his first, clumsy attempt at mending a little of the gruesome breach between himself and Wei Wuxian, the Ghost General had been there, glaring daggers at him from behind the Yiling Laozu.

It had been more disconcerting than it should have been, and Jiang Cheng had stumbled, interrupted himself, and fallen silent enough times that eventually Wei Wuxian had taken pity on him, reached out, patted him on the arm one time, said, "Good talk, Jiang Cheng," and extricated them both from the situation.

Freed from the burden of conversation, he'd returned Wen Qionglin's glare, and lost. Corpses didn't need to blink.

He didn't want the bastard to like him. Which was just as well since it was out of the question. Jiang Cheng had never for a second in his life liked Wen Qionglin; from the first time he'd laid eyes on him when they were youths he'd interpreted him as a pathetic, burdensome coward, and despised him for it.

Owing the man his life had made it worse--he hadn't even wanted to be saved, and it was Wei Wuxian's stupid horrible charm and habit of interfering where he wasn't wanted that had done it, and like hell had he owed anything, when that person's family had murdered his. (I owe him nothing, he'd told himself once, because Wen Qionglin had been the reason he lost Wei Wuxian.)

Another time, he found himself in both their company and drew apart, letting the Yiling Patriarch and the Ghost General play at being mentors to the youth. Neither of you lived to see twenty-five, he wanted to shout. What do you think you have to teach them?

Even Jin Ling...it made him furious. Furious to glance over and see a corpse's stiff face conveying softness.

Furious to look past the crowd and see Lan Wangji's eyes falling on Wen Qionglin with an unmistakable resentment. And to know that it wasn't the stiff propriety of the Lan Wangji of their youths, objecting to the heresy of that fierce corpse's existence; that it was the look of a petty, jealous man resenting the way Wei Wuxian knocked his shoulder together with the Ghost General's and laughed.

"Where do you get off hating Wen Ning?" he asked the next time he found himself alone with Lan Wangji. It was a stupid thing to ask, but if he let himself think about how they were threshing through the underbrush looking for Wei Wuxian, about the last time they had looked for Wei Wuxian together...

Lan Wangji ignored him.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Okay. So maybe you don't hate him. But he likes you! He's so deferential it makes me want to puke."

Lan Wangji favored him with the merest hint of a sneer, just enough to show he was listening to Jiang Cheng talk.

"You're disgusting," said Jiang Cheng. "Do you really think he shouldn't have anyone but you in his life? That he's your property?"

Lan Wangji's stride broke. It was a triumph, in a way--Jiang Cheng had never thrown him so badly in all the years they'd known each other.

"Each man judges others by his own heart," said Lan Wangji, thick with contempt, and then he was walking ahead with pointed rapidity, determined to separate from Jiang Cheng, until staying together would have meant chasing after him, and Jiang Cheng turned and went the other way, muttering blackly.

In the end, fittingly, neither of them caught up in time to be of use. Wen Ning, with his homing sense for Wei Wuxian, had shown up out of who the fuck knew where and bailed him out.

Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the haunted spring just in time to see a sodden, bedraggled Wei Wuxian launch himself away from his pet Wen's supportive arm and fling himself against the upright form of Hanguang-jun, which bent around him with a reverent murmur.

Jiang Cheng was already turning away in disgust to head back home, hating that he'd let himself be dragged into this, when he heard Lan Wangji say with careful, solemn deliberation: "Thank you, Wen Qionglin. For taking care of him."

Jiang Cheng glanced back against his will to see the Ghost General saluting deeply, wide-eyed, infinitely humble, his murmur that it was nothing special, Hanguang-jun, nearly drowned out by Wei Wuxian's delighted shouting about how good his Lan Zhan was and how much Wen Ning deserved to be appreciated.

Jiang Cheng walked away.

Wen Qionglin wasn't rude to him. Not in any way you could point at. And he knew full well he'd be making an ass of himself if he tried to pick a verbal fight.

After all, they had killed Wen Qionglin's older sister.

The whole cultivation world had done it, but only Jiang Cheng had done it after Wen Qionglin saved his life. He'd told himself he owed no debt for that, and perhaps he hadn't, but the fact remained: of the two of them, one had been brave and virtuous and earned the loyalty of Wei Wuxian.

And one of them had been pathetic, a coward, a burden.

Jiang Cheng could never look at the man without seeing the look in his dead eyes across the length of Suibian.

Jiang Cheng had never been good at lying to himself, especially if the lie was meant to be comforting. He always tried it anyway. Comforting lies used to sound so true, in Wei Wuxian's mouth; he should never have gotten into the habit of relying on that. To letting that person think Jiang Cheng was someone who needed to be swaddled in falsehoods to give him the strength to bear up under his own duties.

Wen Qionglin was a kind, gentle, courageous dead body, shy and courteous and increasingly appreciated for his virtues, in this strange new world created in the wake of Jin Guanyao's disgrace. And whenever his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng they were cold, hard, flat, contemptuous.

Every time he looked at him Jiang Cheng could nearly hear him thinking, like a cold wind against the back of his neck: I should have left you in that heap of corpses with the rest of your family.

What are you worth, Jiang Wanyin, that so many should be spent in saving you? That Wei Wuxian would drag us all into the shadow of death to make you whole, only for you to turn your face aside when it was me lying there, and let him die for us without lifting a finger?

Selfish, whining coward. If only I had left you there to die.

If only, Jiang Cheng imagined spitting back, anger hot and bracing in his throat. If only! I never asked for any of it! How dare you expect me to repay you!

But Wen Qionglin never spoke any of the words out loud. He only looked, cold dead flat black eyes. A frozen river. Sometimes Jiang Cheng thought that if he lashed out hard enough he would break a hole in the ice, and be devoured whole.

#ask #hoc est meum #ramblebrambleamble #jiang cheng is projecting like a drive-in movie theater here to be clear #like he's not wrong that he is wen ning's least favorite living human being #but wen ning also doesn't generally think this hard about it lmao #or like about him at all if he doesn't have to #mdzs #jiang cheng #wen ning #ask game #reverse tropes #really nice guy who hates only you #this is like the opposite energy from my previous fill for the same prompt alkflkj; #writing #my fic #fanfic #realized these 'mini fics' are long enough to need a cut woop

[noodlehaku]

chaotic doodle page inspired by Your (Many) Arms Are My Castle by @celerydragonfics

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #the untamed #the untamed fanart #wei ying #wei wuxian #忘羨 #魔道祖師 #wangxian #wangxian fanart #lan wangji #lan zhan #fanfic #fanfic art #you should ​really read this fic #it’s so funny and cute #Glowing Hanguang jun has been in my drafts for months now I should really finish him #one day