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noswordinourlake · 3 months

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@tavina-writes asked for arranged marriage fic recs, which turned into...this. Sorry Tav some of these are just very politically plotty but I figured those also fell into your mandate! I was going for a vibe. ANYWAY.

All fics MZDS/the Untamed!

Also under a read more because this got. Long.

CANON DIVERGENCES

marry for love by tuesday (3k, T, complete)

"Nie Huaisang snapped open his fan and covered his face. "Be careful. I'll take advantage.""

50-50 cute and intrigue!

from the other side of sorrow (series) by Sour_Idealist (128k, E, complete)

"Yu Ziyuan cuts off Wei Wuxian's hand. The cultivation world changes."

I couldn't tell you the split on emotional devastation and intrigue on this one because it's all happening all the time.

CANON? I DON'T KNOW HER

The Other Mountain by nirejseki (287k, T, complete)

"Lan Qiren still couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it.

He was married.

He had a wife.

That wife was Wen Ruohan."

I feel like anyone who likes politically plotty fics is already following nirejseki but I also feel like this list would be incomplete if I left off THE arranged marriage fic of all time so.

""You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"

love, in fire and blood by cicer (360k, E, complete)

He gave another knife-edged smile.

"But what will you give me in return?"

"We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."

The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan.""

¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

not too strong by fluffysocks (89k, E, complete)

"He sinks back, closes his eyes again so he doesn’t have to look at all that red silk for a moment. He takes a deep breath.

It’s done. Jiang Cheng is married.

Now he just has to live with it."

Yes this is a Jiang Cheng/Lan Qiren arranged marriage AU. Trust me. Trust me. It's GOOD STUFF.

Restoration by ritualist (85k, M, complete)

"They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers. When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.

Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price."

I'm a sucker for a nonlinear narrative! I don't want to know what is happening and no spoilers you won't for most of this fic. In a good way.

Give Me A Chance To Fall by brooklinegirl (38k, E, complete)

"Jiang Cheng just blows his breath out and rolls his eyes right back at Wei Wuxian. "Stop being an asshole," he says. "You're lucky this is being set up for you. Do you know how many people would die--literally die--to get the chance to be betrothed to Lan Wangji?"

"Betrothed." Wei Wuxian rolls the word around in his mouth. "It even sounds stupid.""

The classique arranged marriage AU.

JOKES JOKES JOKES

I Started From The Bottom/ And Now I'm Rich by x_los (58k, E, complete)

"Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.

Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees."

I hesitated to include this fic in this section because it does get pretty dark and psychologically heavy but it is also. Hilarious. So!

Best Friends Forever by varnes (17k, T, complete)

"It happened like this: Jin Ling was a sect leader now, which was, and Jingyi really meant this, fucking hilarious. There were few things funnier, in his honest opinion.

Because he was young, and inexperienced, and also — it had to be said — a real shithead, there was apparently some belief amongst his advisors that the best way forward, to promote the picture of a stable, mature sect leader who absolutely did not cry at the drop of a hat, was for Jin Ling to get married.

OR: Jin Ling and Jingyi get engaged.

Things spiral from there."

Jingyi POV from varnes is a gift. Jingyi POV trying to figure out the post-canon political landscape is a treasure.

#the untamed #mzds #mzds fic recs #fic recs #this ended up being way longer than i expected OOPS #oh well Tav i hope there are at least a couple here that are new to you!#also looking at my bookmarks it occurred to me the Queen's Thief series would probably be very much your speed if you haven't read it yet

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rosethornewrites · 4 months

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Fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break, ch. 24

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secrets, Crying, Masks, Soulmates, Truth, Self-Esteem Issues, Regret, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Fix-It, Eventual Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, wwx needs a hug, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Filial Piety, Handfasting, Phobias, Sleeping Together, Fear, Panic Attacks, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Family, and they were married, Bathing/Washing, Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing, Feels, Sex Education, Implied Sexual Content, First Time, Aftercare, Morning After, Afterglow, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Hand Jobs, Chronic Pain, Biting, Conversations, Self-Sacrifice, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, Bugs & Insects, Adoption, Ancestors, Ancestor Veneration, Golden Core Reveal, Top Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan/Bottom Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying, First Time Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, sex-related injury, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Stays at the Burial Mounds, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī is a Wèi, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Disabled Character

Summary: Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan arrive, with unexpected results.

Notes: See end

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23

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Once the meal is complete, the rest of the Wei family trickling out, including Popo and a reluctant A-Yuan, Lan Wangji presses the talisman book into Wei Ying’s hands so he can present it to Xiongzhang. His husband smiles in gratitude.

“Lan Zhan helped with this because his calligraphy is a lot better than mine,” Wei Ying says. “These are talismans I developed to help deal with different forms of resentful energy, in terms of how to remove it safely.”

Xiongzhang is already flipping through the book, Nie Mingjue beside him and also reading over his shoulder. Jiang Wanyin stands for a better look.

“Different forms?” Nie Huaisang asks. “Isn’t it all just resentful energy?”

Wei Ying shakes his head, adopting something of the air of a scholar, but he’s clearly a little restrained, perhaps still reluctant to discuss his cultivation, fearing judgment.

“It’s dependent on a variety of factors, including the emotion powering the resentment and what ‘vessel’ the resentment inhabits, if any—like you have to handle yao, mo, gui, and guai differently, but it’s even more complex than that basic categorization because of the different factors.”

He’s referring to the differences between resentful creatures, and it reminds Lan Wangji of the disastrous conversion between his husband and his uncle during the lectures at the Cloud Recesses. Wei Ying has been exploring the different ways such creatures should be classified, and has started to identify factors that complicate that classification.

The research is groundbreaking, as few have ever studied resentment for reasons other than gaining power, Wei Ying trying to make the best of his situation by improving cultivation knowledge. Lan Wangji has had the opportunity to read his notes as he transcribed them, and he is endlessly amazed by his brilliance.

“You can pull resentment from objects?” Nie Mingjue asks, his expression inscrutable.

The attention makes Wei Ying shrink a little in his seat, and Lan Wangji takes his hand, squeezing it to reassure him. His hesitance to discuss his cultivation is palpable, and partly his fault for having judged him without listening, even if it was out of concern.

“Often each case requires a slightly different solution, but I can generally figure it out, given time. Some objects can be intrinsically connected to the resentment, while others are simply inhabited by it at random.”

Nie Mingjue considers that and nods, keeping whatever thoughts he has to himself and going back to perusing the book as the next page is turned.

“Truly, Wuxian, these are revolutionary, almost too much for a dowry,” Xiongzhang says finally.

“It’s dowry for Lan Zhan, so if anything it’s far too little,” Wei Ying replies with a laugh.

Lan Wangji’s ears heat at his husband’s regard for him, but he also worries Wei Ying is too self-effacing and doesn’t credit his own brilliance enough—Xiongzhang’s assessment of them isn’t overblown; these talismans are truly priceless in their genius and usefulness.

“Wei Ying’s worth cannot be quantified,” he tells him seriously.

He is gratified when Wei Ying blushes deeply and hides his face, overly dramatic as he tends to be when complimented sincerely, something that he never finds boring.

“Hanguang-Jun, spare your poor husband. Your sincerity is too much,” he murmurs.

“Since when have you been shy at compliments?” Jiang Wanyin asks, amused.

Wei Ying only responds by sticking out his tongue, and his brother rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

“I have made a separate copy of the book for Wei Ying to keep, which may eventually be placed in the library at Lotus Pier,” Lan Wangji tells Jiang Wanyin, ignoring their antics.

He receives a nod of thanks, the Jiang sect leader’s attention already caught when Xiongzhang turns another page, the talismans drawing attention.

“Wei-xiong, we finished the rest of the yuefu,” Nie Huaisang comments, not as riveted by the book of talismans as the others. “Your baihua is better than mine and Wei Ning’s, so you should go over it to make sure it’s right.”

Wei Ning ducks his head at the acknowledgment of his help, shy, and Wei Qing nods her thanks to Nie Huaisang for including her brother. There was concern that he would not be accepted by their visitors, which would cause issues with any swearing of siblinghood, but it’s clear by how Nie Huaisang treats him, giving him back some dignity through not only including him, but also cleaning up his appearance so he once again looks like a young master, that their worries were needless.

Nie Huaisang pulls out the sheaf of parchment containing the poem and sets it in front of Wei Ying with a flourish, clearly proud of his work, and Wei Ying shifts through them until he finds the spot he read last. Wei Ning helpfully brings out an inkstone and brush for him to use if he needs to make changes.

While the respective sect leaders pore over the book of talismans, the rest of them peruse the draft, Wei Ying correcting the baihua as he goes, and once rewriting an entire line in a way that makes it fit the yuefu more organically.

“Nie-xiong, I can’t adopt all the street kids in Yiling,” he says emphatically, though his tone betrays him. “I mean, we can feed them now, at least, but what about when it comes time to move to Lotus Pier?”

“The sect needs people,” Jiang Wanyin cuts in before Nie Huaisang can speak, barely looking up from the book. “You don’t have to adopt them as your kids, just as Wei if they want your name. The ones who have the aptitude can become cultivators, and the others we’ll find a place for. There’s room here now for them, and you and Lan Wangji can start their education.”

Wei Ying stares at him, clearly flummoxed, but Lan Wangji knows this is something his husband would love to do—to give children like himself a home so they won’t have to live in the streets and fight dogs for food.

Nie Huaisang clears his throat pointedly.

“Wei-xiong, it will help with your image. No one will believe the Jin rumors, especially with a gaggle of kids hanging off you.”

“Unless they say we eat them or that I use them in some sort of dark rituals,” Wei Ying mutters darkly. “I’ve heard worse said about the Yiling Patriarch.”

Lan Wangji hates that those rumors exist. They are such an anathema to everything that is Wei Ying, beyond insulting almost to the point of blasphemy against his soul.

“You well know no one will notice the disappearance of street children, so there will be time. By the time it’s noticed enough, I’ll be able to take care of any rumors,” Nie Huaisang says, a determined twist to his lips. “A war without fighting is something I can handle, particularly if it subdues our enemies with less turmoil.”

Nie Mingjue drags his attention from the book to study his younger brother, clearly reassessing him, something Nie Huaisang doesn’t even notice, instead leaning over the table, absorbed in reading the changes Wei Ying has made to the yuefu so far.

“Now that we have enough supplies, I can start a clinic,” Wei Qing adds. “That should sow more goodwill, and we can bring meals for the street children.”

“That’ll work better than anything else—they’ll be wary, so it’ll take time,” Wei Ying says distantly, his gaze unfocused.

Lan Wangji can only assume he is thinking about his own childhood, surviving alone for years, and he remembers the scars from dog bites on Wei Ying’s legs. He offers what comfort he can, placing a comforting hand on his back, and is pleased when his husband relaxes at his touch.

Eventually Xiongzhang and Nie Mingjue wander off with Wei Qing to visit some of the warded areas and discuss future night hunts in the Burial Mounds, and Jiang Wanyin tags along—likely he will also send juniors to night hunt, but he’s really accompanying Wei Qing.

Nie Zonghui stays with Nie Huaisang, but generally stays out of the yuefu discussion except when it involves cultivation; at one point he and Wei Ying have a theoretical conversation about yin energy that ultimately adds nothing to the manuscript. Lan Wangji readily admits it is beyond his understanding, and Nie Huaisang spends the entire conversation looking as lost as Lan Wangji feels, though he is pleased the Nie first disciple isn’t balking at such a discussion or treating Wei Ying with the disdain he’s seen far too many of the gentry levy toward him.

The review and discussion of the yuefu comes to an end less than a ke before the others rejoin them, at which point Nie Huaisang dramatically announces the more interesting changes, largely to gloat over the debates he won.

Xiongzhang at least feigns interest, while Nie Mingjue shakes his head at his didi’s antics, but it’s rather a relief when Wei Ying and Wei Ning both jolt slightly. Not only does he prefer not to have the last few hours rehashed, but he is anxious for the swearing ceremony, if only for the sense that, with that complete, they will be that much closer to bringing Wei Ying home.

Jiang Wanyin seems to understand a moment later, asking “Jie?”

Wei Ying smiles, almost too bright, as though he too is feeling the weight of it all, and Lan Wangji takes his arm to urge him to his feet, letting the gesture remind his husband that he faces nothing alone now.

The Nies and Xiongzhang decide against accompanying them to the base of the Burial Mounds, allowing Wei Ying time to collect himself while accompanied by those he has learned to trust to help him.

Jin Zixuan, surprisingly, is not dressed in gold, but a robe of soft purple with embroidered pink peonies on the hems of the collar and sleeves, a nod to his Jin heritage in the peonies and their color, but also to the Jiang in the color of the robe. Jiang Yanli is wearing a pink robe in the Jin hue embroidered with purple lotuses, an interesting counterbalance to her husband. It is perhaps a nod to visiting the bride’s home and the joining of family, but also one that allows them to stand out a bit less, perhaps looking like late-leaving Jiang wedding guests. They are accompanied by a contingent of Jiang cultivators, as well as a carriage drawn by a duo of nervous-looking horses, which will need to be hidden near the base of the Burial Mounds from any prying eyes.

As soon as they come into view, Jiang Yanli rushes through the ward to her siblings, fussing over Wei Ying’s health, though he has to disentangle himself to key Jin Zixuan through the wards. The latter bows in greeting, and he returns the gesture a bit awkwardly. Some of the Jiang disciples also need to be keyed in.

Once inside, Jin Zixuan only takes notice of Wei Qing and Wei Ning when Wei Ying introduces them, all eyes for his wife, and he bows to them to greet them as well as Lan Wangji and Jiang Wanyin.

Jiang Wanyin passes orders to his men, and Wei Ying tells them where the horses can be tethered.

“It’s where we kept the horses from the labor camp before we sold them,” he says, glancing at Jin Zixuan to gauge his reaction as the Jiang disciples handle unhitching the animals and unloading a number of qiankun pouches from the carriage.

Jin Zixuan simply nods, clearly unconcerned with the matter. Likely the fate of the horses was an afterthought, given the situation.

While they make the trek up to the settlement, Jin Zixuan thanks the siblings for rescuing and protecting Jiang Yanli and her brothers, outright acknowledging the debt, and even apologizing for his sect’s role in Wei Ning’s death.

“There is quite a bit I have been kept in the dark about,” Jin Zixuan says. “A-Li has asked me to discard my preconceptions and see the truth for myself. The rumors about Wei Wuxian have seemed a stretch at best, anyway.”

Wei Ying glances at him, clearly nonplussed since his main interactions with Jin Zixuan have involved physical violence.

“You’ve hit me, but I deserved it both times, and what any of us did during the Sunshot Campaign shouldn’t count against us,” Jin Zixuan explains when he sees the expression. “Except the noble acts of We— er, Wei Qing and Wei Qionglin, of course, but the things we had to do in wartime, to defeat Wen Ruohan…”

He breaks off with a shake of his head.

“We all did what we had to do,” Jiang Wanyin says, taking over. “And we’ll be discussing more about the why at the settlement.”

Lan Wangji catches Wei Ying’s shoulder when he stumbles over a root, keeping him from falling, and Wei Qing elbows Jiang Wanyin none too gently.

“You lot can handle that—Wei Wuxian needs his treatment, and we can reconvene at dinner.”

Blessedly, while Jin Zixuan looks curious, he seems to know better than to pry, and the rest of the trek is spent in an awkward silence.

As soon as they are within view of the settlement, A-Yuan breaks away from Popo and runs to greet his guma, but when he catches sight of their new visitor he skids to a halt so quickly he falls down, wailing and calling “Diedie, Baba!”

While the others freeze, clearly taken aback by A-Yuan’s reaction, Lan Wangji springs forward with Wei Ying to pick up their son before his husband can hurt himself. The child clings to them, sobbing and babbling about the “bad forehead man,” and he realizes he must be referring to the zhushazhi that identifies Jin Zixuan as a member of the Jin clan.

When Jin Zixuan tries to move closer and speak, clearly hoping to calm A-Yuan, the wails turn to terrified shrieks, so full of deep-seated terror that it hurts Lan Wangji to witness. He can see Wei Ying is similarly affected.

Wei Qing joins them while they try to calm him, Wei Ying trying to remind him that this is the good Jin that Jiang Yanli married, her lips pursed as she assesses the situation. A-Yuan is too beyond comfort for the words to reach him, in near-hysterics, and seeing him so distressed makes it clear how badly he was traumatized by what the survivors experienced in the labor camp.

Ultimately, she turns to Jiang Yanli and mimes wiping the vermillion mark away, and blessedly she does so after consulting with Jin Zixuan, her horrified-looking husband completely cooperative. Unfortunately, it does nothing to calm A-Yuan, and Jiang Wanyin quickly organizes the Jiang contingent to block Jin Zixuan from view.

By this time, Xiongzhang and the Nies have arrived, drawn by A-Yuan, along with Popo. Several of the refugees also gather, their expressions sad but devoid of surprise.

“Jiang Wanyin, can you handle updating Jin-gongzi while we handle this?” Wei Qing asks over A-Yuan’s crying, her exhaustion bleeding through into her tone. “Popo and our other guests will be able to help you, particularly Nie Huaisang with the yuefu. I doubt Wei Wuxian wants to be present for most of it, anyway.”

Fortunately, this is readily agreed to by all parties, aside from A-Yuan, who has broken into a coughing fit. By the time the others have left, he’s lost part of his lunch in the dirt and is a whimpering limpet in Lan Wangji’s arms.

“Diedie and Baba won’t let anything bad happen,” Wei Ying tells the boy, even though he’s beyond hearing, having cried himself most of the way to sleep, “and Qing-gugu and Ning-shushu won’t either. You’re safe, baobei.”

Wei Ying starts to use a sleeve to wipe A-Yuan’s face, paying no mind to the high quality of the clothing, but Wei Qing stops him, handing him a clean cloth from a pocket to use instead. He speaks gently and soothingly, just repeating that he’s safe, until the child’s eyes close, his breath hitching occasionally as though he’s still crying even asleep.

Wei Qing gestures toward the cave and Lan Wangji leads Wei Ying, rearranging A-Yuan in his arms so he can guide him by a sleeve, recognizing that this has shaken his husband. They didn’t know how deeply A-Yuan had been scarred in his time at the Jin labor camp, but this has made it very clear in a horrifying and unexpected way to all present. Though they spoke to the boy beforehand to make him aware of Jin Zixuan’s visit, all the warning in the world could do nothing to prevent his terror at just the sight of the zhushazhi, so deeply had he been traumatized.

“None of us could have known,” Wei Qing says as they enter the cave, “so don’t blame yourselves—I can practically hear you doing that, both of you.”

Lan Wangji knows full well that won’t prevent Wei Ying from doing so, and it will be a struggle not to blame himself, especially as he saw the wreckage of the labor camp. They both know what the rescued people here went through, but neither of them considered A-Yuan, with the boy so bubbly and bright.

They remove A-Yuan’s soiled and dirty outer robes, and Wei Ying helps him arrange A-Yuan on the bed, nestled in blankets, his touches gentle as though the boy is made of glass, and then arranges himself nearby after stripping to his zhong yi trousers, making sure he can hold one of A-Yuan’s hands as though to remind him he’s not alone even in his sleep.

Wei Qing’s treatment focuses on his hips, and by the end of it Wei Ying is asleep, as per usual, needing only for the blankets to be drawn up around him, something Lan Wangji does as soon as the last acupuncture needle has been removed. He shifts A-Yuan to be closer to Wei Ying, who instinctively puts an arm around the boy in his sleep.

“I’ll go handle our guests, and come collect you for supper—I expect we’ll do the swearing ceremony afterward,” Wei Qing says brusquely, running a gentle hand through A-Yuan’s hair in a way that belies her tone. “I’ll bring fresh robes for A-Yuan.”

She isn’t the type to offer potentially empty reassurances, and so Lan Wangji isn’t surprised when she simply gathers her supplies and slides the curtain shut behind her without another word.

Lan Wangji is left to the quiet of Wei Ying and A-Yuan’s soft breathing. He can’t help but feel off-balance, A-Yuan’s heartbreaking reaction unsettling. The worry is unavoidable, with one goal so close to being met and yet the relief tempered now with the revelation of the scars on their son’s psyche.

As difficult as it is, he must trust in the others, and so he sets up an inkwell so he can transcribe more of Wei Ying’s notes to put the next half-shichen or so to good use, as his place is beside his husband and son.

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So all the Auspicious Eight are at the Burial Mounds ready to swear siblinghood. And yet a wrench in the works: A-Yuan’s trauma triggered by seeing Jin Zixuan’s zhushazhi, the vermillion dot. I did research to figure out how it would be referred to—meta on Tumblr is amazing.

This was a necessary stopping point for this chapter, as it would’ve gone on another 3000 words and taken much longer to get out otherwise. I promise this fic isn’t abandoned, just slow to update as a result of having multiple in-progress multichapter fics and my health issues.

Unsurprisingly, comorbidities popped up in the health area. As expected, treating the primary ones revealed more that need to be treated. It’s a frustrating journey, but I have a wonderful team of doctors that I’ve put together and we’re slowly getting on track to recovery. Good news: I don’t have any markers in tests of other autoimmune diseases. Just the one.

baba - dad

baihua - commoner writing

baobei - baby

diedie - dad

jie - older sister

shichen - two hour period

xiong - brother

xiongzhang - older brother

yao, mo, gui, and guai - types of resentful beings, see Lan Qiren’s quiz of Wei Wuxian during the lectures

yuefu - type of poetry, see previous chapter

zhong yi - undergarments consisting of trousers and a shirt that tends to tie closed in front

zhushazhi - zhusha is cinnabar, and with zhi it becomes cinnabar mole

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 6 months

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Lan Xichen jumped off Shuoyue, trying to get down where he had seen the flash of gray amongst the green forest as soon as possible.

"Nie Huaisang?" The younger Sect Leader was curled up, breathing heavily like he had been the one fighting off the yao instead of Lan Xichen. He whined, and Lan Xichen dropped onto his knees to gather him in his hands.

How could he let this happen to A-Sang?!

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," Nie Huaisang whined, folding into himself as if he wanted to take the least amount of space he could.

"No, no, it wasn't your fault! I should have paid more attention to you!" He pulled the younger cultivator closer, warming up his almost frozen body.

"I can't do anything right," Nie Huaisang sobbed. "I'm sorry, I ruined- I'm not worthy- I... I'm sorry!" The young man in his arms looked so pale, so distressed, it broke Lan Xichen's heart.

"What? No! A-Sang, you are so good! It is my fault for not paying more attention to you! It is my fault that I took you here instead of staying in your room as I promised you!"

"You don't mean that," Huaisang sobbed, "I don't deserve you, I don't deserve to be a Sect Leader, I don't deserve anything good! I always mess up everything! Da-ge's right, I'm not good enough. I'll never be good enough!" He tried to move, he tried to hide, but Lan Xichen didn't let him go. There was no way he could let him go.

"A-Sang," the Lan Sect Leader whispered, heartbroken and desperate. How could he think like this?! Nie Huaisang was so precious, so lovely and the only person the Nie Clan would ever accept as their Sect Leader after Nie Mingjue. He was loved and adored and they - all of them - did something very wrong if he thought otherwise.

"Nobody wants me, nobody even likes me," he muttered, miserable.

Lan Xichen was shocked. He never- nobody who knew A-Sang and wasn't jealous of him ever thought of him as unlikable. He had some difficulties with accepting his new role after Nie Mingjue's sudden death, sure, but he was so good! He knew when he needed support, and he helped his people so much! Knowing how to delegate was an important part of being a leader, and even if he couldn't handle things himself, he chose the right people to do in his stead.

He was liked. He was loved. He was wanted.

"No, A-Sang, that's so not true!" He slipped an arm around Nie Huaisang, ready to carry him home. "You are loved. You are loved so much, and I'm here to tell you. Always. I've got you," he murmured into A-Sang's ear. The younger cultivator was whimpering, eyes moving rapidly behind his eyelids, and Lan Xichen was afraid that the gas the monster spewed affected Nie Huaisang more than "just" bringing forward his fears.

"'m not...," the Nie mumbled, his bottom lip trembling, tears sliding down his cheeks. Lan Xichen wanted to kiss them away, he wanted to give the world to Nie Huaisang, but first, he had to take them home, safely.

Standing up with his precious cargo in his arms, protected and loved, he said, "You are so good! This is only the monster's power talking. You are loved and I will do anything in my power to show it to you how much people care for you."

The fierce protectiveness he felt towards Nie Huaisang was nothing new. He adored him ever since the first time he saw the tiny little boy with huge eyes peeking out from behind his much bigger Da-ge, so cute and curious. He loved him since the first time A-Sang dragged him to his aviary, showing him all the pretty birds he patiently cared for. He had been in love with him since his first time in Cloud Recesses, where he had been so lively and mischievous, always getting up to no good, yet always managing to avert the attention from himself. He had been protective over him ever since they were children, and he knew it was never going to change. Not his want to protect him, nor his need to make sure nothing and nobody could ever hurt him.

He softly crooned as Shuoyue flew them towards the Unclean Realm, until the sobbing stopped and Nie Huaisang's breathing evened out. It didn't take long to reach the fortress, Lan Xichen hurrying to make sure his beloved was safe amongst his people, warm and comfortable in his room.

"I have you. No one can hurt you, not anymore. I will protect you, I will keep you safe," he promised to the sleeping man, his fingers tightening on the slack body.

"L'Huan..." Nie Huaisang mumbled his name as they finally arrived to Nie Huaisang's room with the help of the worried Nie disciplines who made sure they would get to there uninterrupted, trusting that Lan Xichen would protect their leader.

"Sssh," he shushed the sleeping man, "I'm here."

"Don't leave me," he whined, his slender, yet strong arms dragging Lan Xichen down into the bed, so he could cuddle up to him, while still sleeping. "Love you. Please, don't leave me alone. I'm so lonely."

The confession broke something in Lan Xichen. He stared at him for a while, his previously abandoned wishes and ideas came back with tripled force, knowing that what he was going to do was selfish, but he didn't care. He only cared about Nie Huaisang. And if he wanted Lan Xichen to stay with him? He would stay with him.

"I love you too, A-Sang. I love you and I'm not leaving you. Never again."

#nie huaisang #lan xichen #xisang #xisangweek2023 #fear toxin #mdzs

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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The Lans used to be conquers, before putting on a public facade hundreds of years ago to shift public opinion on them. Buying them the perfect time. Genuinely Dark! Lan Xichen and NieYao.

Jin Guangyao thought that Nie Mingjue would be the one to break first.

After all, he’d been a sect leader, and not just a sect leader, not just an honored general or an acclaimed warrior, but the unquestioned and even beloved ruler of his expansive and powerful family. To go from such terrifying heights to being little more than a prisoner of war – no, not a prisoner of war, for that suggested that there might be some reprieve, but a slave.

A pet. Beloved still, even cossetted and spoiled, but forever confined.

Surely, surely, such a radical transformation would be impossible to tolerate, much less for someone of Nie Mingjue’s righteous and choleric temperament. Surely the advantage lay with Jin Guangyao, who was accustomed to being at the bottom of the heap, a whore’s son with no power over his own life, who had had to build himself up from nothing more than once and could do it again…

Yet in the end it was Jin Guangyao that felt strangled by their new position in life, reduced to a much adored collared pet of the new tyrant of the cultivation world, Lan Xichen of the now fully ascendant Lan sect that had been gathering its power and developing plans of conquest for generations. It was Jin Guangyao that constantly tried to find ways to assert himself, to get information in or orders out, that tried to bribe the guards or escape or – or something. Anything.

Nie Mingjue, on the other hand, spent most of his time either sleeping, eating, or reading. Occasionally painting.

Jin Guangyao hadn’t even known that Nie Mingjue knew what a paintbrush was.

“I’m pretty awful at it, aren’t I?” Nie Mingjue asked cheerfully when Jin Guangyao, pushed to the end of his tether and beyond, confronted him. “It’s not even that fun, to be honest; I doubt I’ll keep it up. I just wanted to see what Huaisang was always blabbering on about.”

“What about Nie Huaisang?” Jin Guangyao asked, seizing on that. “Don’t you worry about what happened to him?”

Nie Mingjue frowned at him. “I know what happened to him – he’s with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, over in Lan Wangji’s fortress in the west. Quite happy, to all accounts. Xichen even said –”

“Oh, yes, er-ge said, so of course it must be true,” Jin Guangyao said bitterly. “Didn’t it occur to you that he might lie? The way, oh, you know, he lied about everything else?”

“Are you really still bitter about that? He was trying to conquer the world! Naturally he wasn’t going to tell us about it.” Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes. “The Lan sect rules say, Have wins and losses. You shouldn’t take it so much to heart –”

“Did you really just quote the Lan sect rules at me?!”

“Why not? They’ve clearly worked out pretty well for them.”

Jin Guangyao snarled in frustration. “How can you tolerate this?”

“Because I lost,” Nie Mingjue snapped back, his formidable temper starting to rear its head. “I did everything in my power to stop it, but I still lost.”

“So now you just give up?!”

“Ah, what would you understand?! You’ve never been responsible for anyone other than yourself, not really, not as anything more than a transient job. Losing has always been a possibility, something I’ve had to face up to – do you know what the Wen-dogs would have done to my sect if they won? We’d be lucky if they left even the infants alive!”

“So instead you’re content to be conquered by the Lan?”

“Better the Lan than the Wen! My people are safe and well cared for, my brother is safe. Even I’m safe. For the first time since my childhood, I don’t have to worry about any of them. If I’m inclined to take some time to finally rest, there’s nothing wrong with that, and you of all people aren’t going to make me feel as though there is. So get lost!” Jin Guangyao gave up on him and stormed off. Maybe he could try again to bribe the guards…

#mdzs #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons #dunno if this really meets the prompt #but such as is

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madtomedgar · 2 years

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Why do so many JGY stans see him as “female-coded”? I get that he’s associated with his mother Meng Shi a lot in the narrative but to me it’s more like he embodies what she could’ve been if she had male privilege.

It's complicated and due to a lot of reasons and, I think, depends on what you mean.

Part of it is generic fandom nonsense that has been around since forever where the smaller/younger guy in any ship is the bottom/girl, and his actual personality gets overwritten to fit into fandom tropes. The narrative makes a big deal out of jgy being smaller and less physically powerful than the other members of his triad, people latch onto this with yaoi goggles, and it gets stupid fast.

Part of it is racism. There's been a trend lately, which i think started with kpop people and has breached containment, of (white, western) tumblr users seeing slim East Asian men with pop star makeup or long hair or purple lighting and deciding they must be feminine, gender non conforming, trans, non binary, ~gender~ or whatever. It's even worse if the guy is shorter and/or has a cute face. Zhu Zanjin has a cute face, his character is small, you see where this is going. And seeing East Asian men as feminine has a long history in anti-asian racism.

Part of it is ignorance/racism. Chinese masculine archetypes are not the same as western ones, and Chinese masculinity doesn't look like western masculinity. The scholar-official is a Chinese masculine archetype (I believe. I may be wrong about this, as I am not Chinese, so please take what Chinese bloggers have to say about this more seriously than what I am saying) and Jin Guangyao seems, to me, to be very much a scholar-official. His hat is extremely masculine/professional (like a necktie) but western audiences just think it's silly or related to his mom. His elegance, delicacy, lack of physical prowess compared to the others around him, read as effeminate to a western audience, but are absolutely masculine in his own context. This happens with nie huaisang a lot too, where because of his flightiness and artyness and specifically his fan, he gets read as effeminate. Fans, however, were a masculine accessory, specifically for the scholar or the artist, which, again, are masculine types. Feels very similar to how bookish Jewish men get read as effeminate by white gentiles, meanwhile The Pinacle of Manhood in Ashkenazi culture has, historically, been the Rabbi or the scholar. But yeah, a lot of it is people not thinking about him in context.

Part of it is that the way he is overlooked, forced to be So Polite to people who are approaching him with violence in order to survive, the people-pleasing, the deference, and, specifically, the way other characters read malicious sexuality into everything he does, when he is doing everything he can to not suggest that and how uncomfortable he is with that, the hypercompetence being taken for granted and overlooked, the working his ass off and getting no credit and then getting chastised when he points that out, the way he's subject to violence by people larger and stronger than him and told "well just don't make them mad," the way he has to be so careful about any hint of sex surrounding his public persona because that is all it will take for people to tear him apart, while not being an experience exclusive to women by any means, is extremely familiar to a lot of women, and so a lot of women and people who caucus with women relate to him in a very particular "oh same hat" kind of way. It's worth noting that none of the other male characters in the story really have this kind of thing going on. It's only him. Some have pieces of this but not the whole thing, so it starts to look specific to something inherent in the character, so.

Part of it is that his character gets a certain shitty treatment from a lot of fandom that you usually only see applied to female characters. Like. People really love to make him a Vamp, a Seductress, a Femme Fatale, a Manipulative Gone Girl Type, a Bitchy Sassy type, and read everything he does in this way. So many """"fix-its""" for him are some variation on "just keep him barefoot pregnant and in the kitchen," but it's "this time he is too busy getting dicked down to scheme," and like... it's weird? This is where you get people talking about the "jin guangyao specific misogyny." because like. He's not a woman, but fandom treats him like a Despised Female Character and it's very weird.

Hope that answers your question.

#untamed stuff #long post #shameless jiggy apologism

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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Crack & Crack Treated Seriously Compilation

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Self regulation means I get to choose by OurLadyoftheRain (G, 2k, wangxian, canon divergence, lan WWX, not JC friendly, crack treated seriously)

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, wangxian, major character death (WWX), The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy)

Jiǎo Tù Sān Kū by MavisMelisande (G, 10k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, post-canon, curses, fluff, LQR pov, crack treated seriously)

Through A Looking Glass by Purplepulu (Not rated, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it of sorts, creepy JGS, crack treated seriously, oblivious WWX, pining LWJ, matchmaking, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, good sibling JC, protective JYL)

💖Fanclubs do, in fact, save lives series by nienie (T, 6k, wangxian, fluff & crack, getting together, JGS getting what he deserves)

The Laoshi and The Yiling Laozu by chiyukimei (M, 7k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, in which YLLZ era LQR and WWX travel back in time and then have to work together for better future)

Grandmaster of Demonic Party Games by Trickster_Angel (M, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Crack, Light Angst, Humor, Paranormal, horror, Slow Burn)

Paths of Light and Darkness Converge by ataratah (E, 30k, wangxian, marriage of convenience, animal transformation, non-human genitalia, secret identity, fluff & angst, happy ending, fox WWX, dragon LWJ, everyone lives au, genderfluid WWX, smut)

Floating Cloud and Flowing Water by friedchickenlord (G, 12k, LQR/YZY, wangxian, canon divergence, crack treated seriously, character study, everyone lives au, YZY friendly)

Lan Xichen's Day Off by WeAllCatchFoxes (G, 3k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JC/WQ, canon divergence, fluff, humor, crack treated seriously, getting together, fix-it)

🧡built by the fires of volcanoes by isabilightwood (T, 26k, wangxian, time travel, crack treated seriously, canon divergence, fluff & humor)

Sprout by EHyde (G, 6k, JL & LJY & LSZ, crack treated (somewhat) seriously, post-canon, radish LJY, mild plant gore, mild body horror)

❤️spider lilies to sunflowers by cicer (E, 33k, wangxian, ABO, YL WWX, fairy tale elements, mpreg, omega LWJ, lwj topping from the bottom)

❤️Wei Wuxian, Who’s That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels)

blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

How the Yiling Patriarch Became Everyone’s Gay Awakening by tinitin (M, 17k, WIP, wangxian, time travel fix-it, crack treated seriously, everyone thirsting over YLLZ)

What Happens In The Teahouse, Stays In The Teahouse by PotterheadAvengerDemigod & theAbandoned_Grimoire (T, 2k, pre-wangxian, sunshot campaign, voice acting, crack treated seriously, fluff & humor)

It Takes a Glass of Wine to Redeem a Demonic Cultivator by Ariii_s (T, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, drunk LWJ, pining, fluff, everyone lives au)

Jin Zixuan Does the Time Warp by marigold_sigil (G, 7k, JZX/JYL, JZX & everyone, background wangxian, time travel fix-it, crack treated seriously, everyone lives au, not JGS or JZ friendly (as it should be), good sibling JZX, sect leader JZX)

Let It Go by iSwallowMy_converse (T, 2k, wangxian, canon divergence, OOC JYL, crack treated seriously)

Pigtail Pulling by protos_metazu_ison (G, 3k, wangxian, cloud recesses study era, fluff & humor, crack treated seriously)

❤️Wen Chao’s Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day by Shializaro (T, 2k, wangxian, time travel, BAMF wangxian, outsider POV)

Nie Huaisang's unexpected stance by maya_brainstormed (mayachain) (G, 3k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, canon divergence, crack treated seriously)

❤️refrain; a musical phrase repeating in a song or instrumental piece series by Mikkeneko & Cerusee (T, 51k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, of sort, crack treated seriously, happy ending, memory loss, everyone lives au)

adding shadows to the walls of the cave by Fleetling (T, 25k, wangxian, post-canon, crack treated seriously)

❤️I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 58k, wangxian, incidental and hilarious wwx/others that only result in death not anything sexual)

An Accurate (Anachronic) Jianghu Christmas Carol by Mikkeneko (T, Inspired by A Christmas Carol, Crack, Christmas Crack, Breaking the Fourth Wall)

只羡鸳鸯不羡仙 by RoseThorne (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, POV WWX, Animal Transformation, Magical Accidents Fluff and Crack, Ducks, Chases)

no certainty of doors between us by betts (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Roommates, Crack Treated Seriously, Drunken Confessions, Idiots in Love, dubiously consensual spooning, Enemies to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

CEO Billionaire Lan Zhan by detention_notes (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Parody, Pining, Bunnies, Wealth, Crack)

When Can You Suck Dick Again After Gum Grafts? by PaPaYa_Bites (M, 591, WangXian, Modern AU, Drunk LWJ, Surgery, Medication, Fluff and Humor, Crack, No Smut, No Plot/Plotless, Domestic Fluff, Pouting, Divorce, but not at all, Confusion, Sexual Humor, Sexual Confusion)

❤️Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, Background WangXian, Fluff, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) )

can you feel it by lanzhancore (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack treated seriously, Awkward Sexual Situations, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Slice of Life, Fluff and Humor, Idiot Lovers)

Happily single by moonwaif (T, WangXian, Crack)

Confessions of a (Dumbass) Pop Idol by lemonlush, Neeska (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack treated seriously, Crack, Boy Band AU, Friends to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, LWJ is a Mess, Diary/Journal)

it's always you series by ilip13 (E, 135k, WIP, wangxian, modern, misunderstanding, unreliable narrator, sexuality crisis, friends to lovers, developing relationship, smut, pining, friends w/ benefits, eventual happy ending)

🧡red dress by TheRealFailWhale (E, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Crack, Time Travel, Unsolicited dick sketches, Clothes Shopping, Feat rich LWJ, Smut, Fluff, Sharing a Bed)

🧡don't threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality TV, GBBO Fusion, Fluff, Crack, Social media)

💖The Ballad of Hanguang-Jun and The Yiling Patriarch by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 40k, WangXian, ChengQing, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Arc, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Humor, musical theater?, Misunderstandings, POV Outsider, Crack treated seriously)

Taking resposibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack)

Both Showing Hearts by Spodumene (E, 22k, JC/WQ, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, established relationship, marriage proposal, getting together, fluff & humor)

The Stuff of Legend by pupeez4eva (T, 21k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, post-canon, cloud recess days, misunderstanding, matchmaking, WIP)

Getting Jet Lag From Time Travelling by Monyas (G, 1k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

A Little Bit of Helpful Advice by pupeez4eva (T, 3k, wangxian, jiang cheng POV, Mojo’s post)

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, Comedy of Errors, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings)

An Arrow Through Time by syrus_jones (M, 167k, wangxian, WIP)

Hanguang-jun’s Husband by lilacevergarden (T, 6k, Time Travel, post-canon wangxian being disgustingly in love, wwx bullying teenage wangxian, Yeah that’s it, Jealous WWX)

Look forward, the future looks back by SerlinaBlack (T, 2k, wangxian, time travel, fluff, humor, crack treated seriously, jealous LWJ)

The Twin Jade Problem by bonyenne (T, 23k, wangxian, LXC&LWJ, modern, college/university, humor, miscommunication)

Scum Villain Jade by Anonymous (T, 2k, wangxian, crack, time travel fix-it, transmigration, WIP)

They love each other? by teibait (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, highschool au, professors au, adopted LSZ, adopted WN, married couple)

The Misunderstanding by kisahawklin (T, 9k, wangxian, modern, misunderstanding, outsider POV)

...And they were Cultivators by pearliegloom (T, 4k, wangxian, modern, immortality, comedy, museums, outsider POV)

Back to Cloud Recesses by luckytwentyfive (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, time travel, married wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, shenanigans, pre-relationship, crack, WIP)

relics of love by cl410 (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, celebrity au, child LSZ, fluff & humor, parenthood)

Head Empty, Only Wei Ying by nana_banana (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, temporary amnesia, alcohol tolerance of one LWJ, drunken confessions, comedy)

Somersaults by salakavala (T, 3k, wangxian, pre-slash, board games, jealous WWX, oblivious WWX, embarrassing WWX)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (Not rated, 28k, wangxian, modern, single parent LWJ, fluff, pining, getting together, accidental child acquisation, domestic, slice of life)

Chaotic Stupid is not an Alignment by Sakurafubuki (AriasOfSnow) (T, 6k, wangxian, modern, soulmates au, humor)

Fountain of Youth by JiangChengLotus (T, 3k, JC & LWJ, wangxian, LXC/JC, de-aging, de-aged LQR, curses, crack, chaos, mistaken identity)

Don't fall in love with a superhero by Guessmysoul (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, superheros au, pining, drama, misunderstandings, crime fighting, friends to lovers)

Obviously You Hate Me by suzyb (G, 1k, wangxian, modern, blind dates, misunderstandings, oblivious WWX, fluff & humor)

Father Figure by thunderwear (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, post-canon, immortals, fluff)

The Present Past’s Future by pearliegloom (T, 11k, wangxian, time travel, comedy)

Moxiang Tongxiu Crack and Drabbles by JustAWanderingBabbit (Rating Varies, 159k, WIP, Ship Varies, Tags Varies, OneShot/Drabble collection)

Grandmaster of Recycled Cornettos by Anonymous (M, 1k, JC & WWX & WC, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Cornetto gore)

Double Yolk Cultivation by Anonymous (T, 556, WangXian, Cursed, Inspired by canon and egg)

❤️ you mean to make a puppet of me by TheRealFailWhale (T, 31k, WangXian, Modern AU, Parallel Universes, Curses, The Power of Consent and Autonomy, Schrodinger's NieLan, sangcheng, So Many Innuendoes About Size Difference, Size Difference, Teeny LWJ, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, Puppets, Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Crack Treated Seriously)

Bodega Love Series by cicer (T/M, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, bisexual disaster wwx, text conversations, reckless use of emojis, unrepentent goofiness, inept matchmaking, people being overly invested in their friends' love lives, people trolling their siblings, Asexual Characters, wholesome coming out arcs)

Marriage Woe-nos! Series by oleanderedits (G, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Spite Courting, Comedy, fake dating to real dating, or maybe it was never fake?, Everyone else's p.o.v., Crass language)

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#mdzs #wangxianficfinder #wangxian #the untamed #wangxianficfinder compilation post #crack treated seriously compilation post #wangxian fic recs #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #MDZS #long post

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jalpari-spouts · 5 months

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i gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on the couch [mdzs fic]

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi, Chen Qing Ling

Relationship: WangXian

Other Characters: Nie Huaisang, Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli, Mian-Mian

Premise: Alphaji meets Alphaxian at a house party. Things happen.

Tags: Modern AU, Rule 63, Omegaverse, Top WWX/Bottom LWJ

Note: Gorgeous art embedded in the fic!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50735074

Preview:

Alpha females were not unheard of, but they were also not too common. It always took people a few minutes to wrap their head around the concept of them and their existence. Lan Wangji braced herself for any offhand comments or territorial behavior by the two alpha men. But before anything could happen, a powerful scent hit her like a hard punch to the gut and a warm, tight embrace. Lan Wangji’s lips parted in a muted gasp as her body reacted to the scent before she could even understand where it was coming from. Who it belonged to. “Wei Ying!” Wen Qing glared at someone behind Lan Wangji. “Why can you never be on time?” He snarled, but Lan Wangji could tell there was no heat behind the alpha’s words. “Ahh, gege!” Lan Wangji heard a woman’s voice reply, her tone exaggeratedly cute and childish. “I wasn’t late on purpose,” she whined and Lan Wangji could tell she was now closer, close enough for her scent to completely coat Lan Wangji’s senses. Lan Wangji glanced and noticed the woman, equally tall as her, her hair wild and raven black, her grin flirty, her scent unmistakably alpha. “Don’t be mad, gege,” Wei Ying continued pouting. “Disgusting,” Wen Qing frowned. “Don’t do that cutesy thing. It doesn’t suit you at all,” he looked utterly nauseous. “Stop it!” “Why? Does it confuse the alpha in you?” Wei Ying wiggled her eyebrows before breaking into a laugh. “Ah, stop it,” Huaisang appeared and nudged Wei Ying. “This is Wei Wuxian,” she introduced the alpha to Lan Wangji. “And this is Lan Wangji, Xichen-jie’s younger sister,” she smiled at Wei Wuxian. “Hello,” Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji, the curiosity and interest clear as day on her face as she eyed Lan Wangji from head to toe shamelessly. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she licked her lips as she met Lan Wangji’s eyes again. Lan Wangji bit back the ‘shameless!’ that was about to fall out of her mouth and maintained as cool and aloof an expression as she could muster despite the way her throat had gone dry and her toes curled inside her socks. “I haven’t heard of you at all,” Lan Wangji said simply, preparing to excuse herself and hide in the bathroom for at least the next fifteen minutes.

#jalpari mxtx fic #mo dao zu shi #mxtx mdzs #mdzs #the untamed #chen qing ling #cql #wangxian #wlw wangxian

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twenty-orange-balloons · 10 months

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Nie Huaisang: Beinvenue power bottoms! *points at wwx* Not you, we all know you are a submissive brat.

Lan Wangji: It's true.

Wei Wuxian: Wh–Lan Zhan!

Jiang Cheng: Kill me.

#mdzs #cql #incorrect cql #incorrect mdzs #incorrect cloud recesses trio #sorry i could NOT get the words Bienvenido power bottoms out of my head #one of the funniest things arin hanson (game grumps) has ever said 😂#wangxian #cell posts #*Beinvenue #can't believe it took me months to realize I put the wrong one lmao

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meihuasmight · 19 days

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)) Encyclopedia Li Feinnica ((

History:

Li Fei is Wen deserter trying to just live. She is formerly known as Wen Fei, and is related distantly to the main branch with no big-name close relatives of note.

Family? Her mother was kind, her father a good man, and they were simple farmers who tended to the land and worked tirelessly to provide for Li Fei, their only daughter to survive to adolescence. She loved this life despite its hardships, there were many, but both of her parents died when she was ten due to a sickness that swept through her home village like fire during drought. This brought an end to what she refers to as her "golden years" of childhood. After, Li Fei lived on the streets for a short period of time before she became a Wen disciple out of necessity during her tween years.

After deserting years later once she turned twenty, but still before Nie Mingjue is taken captive, before the Cloud Recesses burn, she once again found herself living on the streets and doing whatever work she could find: physical labor (yuck), busking (fun but not sustainable), stealing (desperate times call for desperate measures), brothel-work that she ditched as soon as she could and now she's pretty sure the owner might be trying to find her because of fleeing and owing him money (bad AND the owner was an ass), and errands (safe, but again not sustainable). You name it, she's probably done it.

She's exhausted from this difficult life and just wants everything to. Stop. She wants to rest. She wants to be happy.

Mun calls her a "charity case" because she was taken in by Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang after they stumbled across her while trying to literally steal money from Huaisang. It didn't work; Mingjue noticed her poor pick-pocketing attempt immediately and Huaisang caught on mere moments later, smacking her hand away with his fan. The brothers whirled on her in a flurry of sleeves and anger.

She was slowly wasting away, days from death, and begged for mercy, sobs already starting with no actual tears to back them up due to chronic dehydration. Huaisang immediately decided she was like a lost puppy with her sad eyes and Mingjue has a hard time not helping those in need, so an arrangement was made to have her travel with them to a few towns over so they could drop her off at a sort of halfway house to get her to a place where she could try to start a new life and get some help.

They grew attached though, and this plan was scrapped rather quickly thereafter. The two simply offered her the Unclean Realm as a new home, complete with a new identity that wasn't just "destitute street rat." Her emphatic yes was best decision of her life.

A fairly promising cultivator at one point, Li Fei has a damaged golden core from improper training when she was scrambling to catch up with her Wen peers. (She hated them with every fiber of her being; they were cruel and heartless, two things she could never be though she pretended convincingly enough to stay alive). Humiliatingly and disturbingly, still she envied them for their power and control over their technique. Li Fei does not speak of this envy to anyone. She's probably around equal footing with Meng Yao if not a bit less powerful, so she understands him well in that regard.

Due to her weakened state, she struggles to feel useful to the Nie and finds herself wondering what the point of her actually is. She's not used to the Nie fighting or cultivation style, and frankly, they scare her. Because of this, she's created her own modified version of what she learned growing up mixed with their techniques to try and balance everything out. It's hard. she knows it is. She's not good at it, and it's a massive sticking point. Her saber, Mǎn Xīn ("from the bottom of one's heart"), whispers in her mind, but she can't quite make out its emotions just yet.

Still, the question remains: why is she even here?

stage whisper Unbeknownst to her, it's because da-ge takes in strays like rent is due, Huaisang is a sweetie-pie who finds her interesting, and her upset expression is pretty powerful when put to use. They have her stay as a sort of "guest of honor" situation. She doesn't receive an official title or anything, but she does gets a nice room a few halls away from the main family's lodgings (swanky!) and she's treated with respect, albeit confused respect, by the other Nie disciples and servants. Notably, she's trying to befriend the aforementioned groups, but is generally pretty pathetic at human interaction and fails more often than not.

Li Fei keeps her Wen heritage an absolute, heavily-guarded secret from everyone. If anyone found out, she'd be dead, she'd make sure of it if Nie Mingjue didn't first. She's very aware that she is everything her beloved new sect leader despises without a second thought, and the mere idea of him or Huaisang, or anyone else finding out her roots terrifies her beyond compare.

Relationships:

She is incredibly fond of Nie Huaisang; they share so many interests and hobbies so they've often joked that they were always meant to be best friends and that fate brought them together. (Li Fei isn't sure she actually believes in fate, but it's fun to speculate about). When Mingjue is in one of his Moods, Li Fei is at Huaisang's beck and call, keeping him company while da-ge collects himself once more. Sometimes, they take bets on how long it'll take and Feifei wins most of the time. Gossip duo. Chaos duo. She's very ride or die for him.

Li Fei looks up to Lan Xichen and harbors a massive admiration/"oh no he's HAWT" crush on him. He is the first to have her catching Feelings. He's just so kind and honest, she can't help but quickly fall in love. She adores just being around him, soaking in his presence, and listening to him play the guqin. She's had him try to teach her, but she's a bit too clumsy with her hands to feel comfortable, so she opts to sing along instead; her voice is her best instrument. It's in these moments that she's most at peace.

The second to capture her heart is Meng Yao. She empathizes with him immensely and fell victim to his soft smiles and sweet demeanor. She knows a bit about his history and how he's related to that utter scumbag Jin Guangshan who she despises almost more than Wen Ruohan, but none of that matters to her. What matters is how Meng Yao always has a snack for her, how both of them try to out-respect and out-bow each other when they cross paths, and how when Meng Yao's eyes meet hers or when his soft voice calls her name, she feels her heart race.

Nie Mingjue is the third and final person to make her feel as if she's flying. How could she not fall for her handsome, rugged sect leader who helped save her? Give her a reason to exist? Offer her a world she'd never have thought she could ever deserve before? She feels that she owes him her life and should he ever ask anything of her, she'd do it in a heartbeat, even if it meant destroying herself eternally. She admires his sense of justice and morals, but knows that he's not always in the right. His good heart keeps her steady and grounded, and though she worries about his health, Huaisang has helped assuage some of these fears by helping her research musical healing techniques to help him. She's familiar with Lan Wangji and finds him to be a confusing boy, but ultimately charming and very, very pretty. She fully understands why Lan Xichen dotes on him. It's always amusing hearing about his crush on someone called Wei Wuxian (he sounds like fun!) and how certifiably bad he is at showing it. Feifei wants to have a sit-down with him to get the hot tea about his feelings, but she knows enough about the younger Twin Jade to realize that that will probably never happen. This doesn't stop her from trying to ask about it sneakily though! She admires his poise, grace, and strength; she wants to ask him about cultivation, but is too intimidated. Feifei would be remiss if she didn't immediately befriend Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang's sword sister, Nie Kexin. It wasn't long after she was brought back to the Unclean Realm that she met the woman who she'd share very nearly every secret she has with, save for the Big One. Kexin had been…. hesitant at fist, unsure of Li Fei, but her trust in her sworn brothers' collective judgement quickly soothed any concern away. Well, that and the second that Li Fei opened her mouth to introduce herself, Kexin, ever the gracious shijie, found herself wanting to take on the entire world to keep this weird little gremlin cozy and safe. ("H-hello," Li Fei had started, voice raw from sword travel. She'd folded into a low, polite bow, hoping that this strange woman who'd been given minimal introduction wouldn't immediately suss her out as a threat to the Nie's integrity. "My name is Li Fei, and…" At this, she'd looked up into Nie Kexin's eyes and her own widened, "… by the gods, is everyone from here so beautiful? What the hell?!") Unfortunately, she's not too familiar with many other people outside of this small, insular group. She's trying to work on this so that she can prove useful to herself the Nie. Maybe if she knows enough about other sects and their people, she can assist Meng Yao in his reports, or offer off-the-record advice, or just… feel like she contributes at all. Nie Kexin has told her about a man from the same clan as Lan Wanji's paramour, and Li Fei finds herself very invested in this fledgling (if it can be called that) relationship. She cheers her dear friend on in her endeavors. ("If that Jiang Cheng can't see how amazing you are, he's just not worth it, sis, trust me.") ~~

Personality & More:

She leads a dizzying daily routine of hiding her history and her feelings at all times though she can't help but sigh and giggle and stare when she thinks it's safe to.

Personality-wise, she is a gremlin extraordinaire who pouts to get her way. She's sarcastic and silly in equal measure, and extremely empathetic and full of love. She clings to hope like the dying embers of spent incense, falls in love hard and then doesn't look back. She'd sell her enemies and people she even vaguely dislikes for a singular grain of rice, but sell her soul to protect those she loves. She enjoys looking at hot people and will journal about it later. Li Fei enjoys flowers, her favorite being the plum blossom, and animals: dogs, horses, and birds. If there's not free food, she isn't going, so she's easily tempted with snacks, tea, a nap, headpats, or all of the above. Lastly, she is a major sucker for kids and enjoys partaking in their shenanigans.

Her favorite hobbies are singing and reading; she can be heard singing in the halls or found cooped up under some blankets reading for leisure or knowledge. She's interested to learn voice-based healing cultivation if such a thing exists. If not, then she's determined to make it so. She's polyamorous, bisexual, and is twenty-one years old(-ish, this can fluctuate as-needed). Feifei stands at five feet tall, is slender, but fairly athletic in build with a cherubic face underscored with mischief. Nicknames: Feifei, a-Fei. She secretly hopes for more and would simply evaporate into nothingness if the three she held closest to her heart would give her one.

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