#wei yīng

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Kiss it better

KikiDoesFanfic on ao3

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: M No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 11,081 Chapters: 6/6 On Ao3

Summary:

Five times Wei Wuxian asked Lan Wangji to kiss it better, and one time Lan Wangji asked Wei Wuxian.

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It's not long after Lan Zhan's mother is gone; he's in Yiling with his uncle and his older brother to pick up some specific teas on their way to a conference in Yunmeng.

He's opted to stay outside, he doesn't want to stay in the crowded shop waiting for his uncle to discuss and sample all of the new teas while he speaks with the shop keepers. He wants to go home, he wants to see his mother.

He stands by the side of the building, out of the way of the door, the clusters of people shuffling through seemed unnapealing as he waits. After a while he hears a small shriek followed by a drumming of footsteps coming towards him from around the corner. After a moments deliberation he moves to the side to look for the source, they sounded scared after all, before immediately backing up again when a dark blur hurtles towards him. They continue past and throw themself under an empty stall a few meters away, small hand scrabbling out from under the wooden table top until it finds the edge of the cloth cover and pulls it snugly down.

Lan Zhan approaches the stall and waits a moment, but no further movement comes. He slowly lifts the edge of the cloth and finds... a boy, smaller than he is, much skinnier, and covered in filth from his face, to his clothes, to his bare feet, his parents will surely be upset with him later at bathing time. Big grey eyes blink at him for a moment before he's yanked under the stall with a yelp from the boy.

"Gege they will find you, quick!" The boy settles the cloth down again, and Lan Zhan notices blood on his arm as he moves. It's out of sight quickly when he turns away to place his ear to the cloth a moment before seeming satisfied, turning to Lan Zhan with a large grin.

"Look how much I got this time gege!" He picks up two lumps from the ground that Lan Zhan had assumed were rubbish. On closer inspection, one and a half dirt encrusted bao sit in his outstretched palms, he looks so proud of himself that Lan Zhan can't find the will to scold him for keeping food on the floor.

He realises the boy is waiting for a response, smile faltering slightly in the long silence, so he dips his head in aknowledgement with an 'mn'. This whole meeting is abrupt, Lan Zhan is still trying to find his bearings. Though the boy is speaking easily, as if picking up an earlier conversation, as if they are already friends.

"Would you like some gege?" Lan Zhan is perhaps too quick to shake his head in response, the prospect of eating dirt easy to reject, but the boy looks a bit sad at his refusal and he doesn't want him to be sad.

"A small piece." He concedes, and the boy lights up again, tearing open the full bao and examining it closely, pulling from the clean inside to offer to Lan Zhan.

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#wangxian #5 + 1 fic #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan wangji/wei wuxian #MDZS #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #fluff #hurt/comfort #wedding fluff #cynophobia #Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn is scared of dogs #My Fic #KikiDoesFanfic #curses #healing kisses

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Lán Qǐrén, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Niè Huáisāng Additional Tags: Time Travel, Domestic Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, hinted at - Freeform, because wwx could never mistake his husband for anyone else, Fluff, Fix-It, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc (Módào Zǔshī), Mutual Pining, wwx is sunshine personified, Smitten Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Genius Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Romance Series: Part 8 of MDZS oneshots Summary:

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

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

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

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My tangent on what happens after.

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It's no the Lan-Jiang alliance that stop Wen Rohan, it that he ends up in a debate with Lan Qiren on cultivation due to Wei Ying's discoveries. It becomes a thing where where they meet up with Wei Ying to talk cultivation and eventually he brings Wen Qing. 

I can't decide if Meng Yao joins through the Nei or the Wen. I keep thinking Wen, with no war and because they're known for absorbing small Clans and giving them the Wen name. And they're not so sword happy.

So, Wen Rohan still notices him, but because he isn't looking to take over, he snaps whatever desire he sees in Meng Yao to join the Jin, because he's sane and not distracted. I can also see him setting him up with Wen Qing so he's in the line depending on how his son's end up in this.

I think the Nei would join because their Saber issue is brought to light, like Mingjue has a qi deviation. Wen Rohan brings up what he knows (he didn't do anything to the Saber, he didn't have to. Maybe he said something about it as a passing warning or mocking, so everyone assumed.) Qiren brings up what he's noticed and the group dose what it dose. 

And Wei Ying dose what he dose and tells Huaisang. So, of course Huaisang joins, it's his brother!

Jiang do send others, maybe Jiang Cheng. He's not stupid and I like him being in an environment where people won't constantly compare him to Wei Ying. Like in 'In Walls of Glass by Comfect'. But I also like it when we get Lotis Pear OCs.

The Jin send people exactly once and the spend the rest of it being strong armed into funding everything if they want even a hint of what is discussed. 

#fanfic #fanfiction #mdxs #time travel #lán zhàn | lán wàngjī/wèi yīng | wèi wúxiàn #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei Ying

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#polls #supergirl #mo dao zu shi #supercorp #wangxian #kara danvers #lena luthor #lan wangji #wei wuxian

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Until we met again

Phoenix Wei Ying x Dragon Lan Zhan illustration for the WX hybrid exchange event! You can find the collection here:

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/49912129"><strong>Until we met again</strong></a> (0 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/NeonDharmae"><strong>NeonDharmae</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/%E9%AD%94%E9%81%93%E7%A5%96%E5%B8%88%20%7C%20M%C3%B3d%C3%A0o%20Z%C7%94sh%C4%AB%20(Cartoon)">魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/%E9%AD%94%E9%81%93%E7%A5%96%E5%B8%88%20-%20%E5%A2%A8%E9%A6%99%E9%93%9C%E8%87%AD%20%7C%20M%C3%B3d%C3%A0o%20Z%C7%94sh%C4%AB%20-%20M%C3%B2xi%C4%81ng%20T%C3%B3ngxi%C3%B9">魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn<br />Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn<br />Summary: <p>For the WX hybrid exchange!<br />Phoenix Wei Ying and Dragon Lan Zhan</p>

#mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #mdzs #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #wangxian #digital art #boys love

[letteredlettered]

new fic

Hello, I have started posting a new fic. For once, I'm really really happy with something I've written AND it's a complete, very long story, a thing that hasn't happened since 2019!

I liked it so much I even wrote a real summary! If you know me at all means I was TRULY invested; I haven't felt so happy about a fic since Away Childish Things!!! Here's the stuff:

Title: Say More

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Mò Xuányǔ

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Warnings: AU – modern setting, pining, mutual pining, slow burn, wwx struggles with Mandarin and feeling connected to Chinese culture, this is not a large plot point but bears mention, non-graphic drug use, non-graphic withdrawal, drug addiction, one suicidal thought, negative thought, compulsory heterosexuality, wwx kisses a girl, questioning sexuality, gay realization, some gender confusion and questions without serious gender questioning, incorrect definition of omnisexuality, open relationship, masochistic fantasies, non-graphic sadomasochistic realities, humiliation fantasies, submissive fantasies, some D/s realities, one condomless blowjob, suggestions of some unhealthy co-dependence, possessiveness, slight consensual non-consent, frottage

Summary: Wei Ying and Lan Zhan were best friends in high school, until they weren’t.

When they meet again, over a decade later, Wei Ying knows exactly what’s going to happen. Until he doesn’t.

They’re normal people, navigating a normal friendship, except they’re not. Turns out, they never were.

The fic is here: Say More

#the untamed #cql #my fic

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲

I was so close to just turning this thing into an original character story. So, so close. Eh, I still could. If I do, it’ll certainly be with a male reader. Poly. The good stuff. ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

pairing → wèi wuxian x gn!reader

warnings → gn!reader; sfw, slightly suggestive & fluff; description of injury & blood mention.

notes → post-resurrection wwx; ftl with lwj/wwx implications; reader uses healing cultivation techniques. → title is based on the Chinese proverb, “Yǒuqíng yǐnshuǐ bǎo, wúqíng shí fàn jī”.

wc -> 1.8k

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“Hm… hm, hm, hm…”

Hand on your chin and another on your hip, you’re bent over, scrutinizing the bemoaned man sitting on the ground before you. Still, he accosts you through his bangs, at first silently questioning you before opting to speak.

“… what is it?” Your lips purse, registering the hollow tone of his voice.

“I’m just wondering why you felt the need to try to hide your injuries when you returned today,” you say, dipping down into a bend that levels your eyes together. Wei Wuxian blinks once before averting his gaze to his lap. “After all, you’ve always been a terrible liar, gēge. There’s no way I wouldn’t find out.”

“Not that I find any pride in it, but I am not a terrible liar,” he huffs. “What injuries?” Between his bangs and upon his cheeks, you spot rouge, and frown.

“There’s a chance you’re coming down with a fever, Xian-xian,” you explain, raising a hand to rest against his forehead. “You’re very warm.” Quickly, while his attention is elsewhere, your eyes scan across him, head to toe, examining his body language for where it might be, supposing he might not appreciate being stripped down to the point of indecency. “Also— you have not been on the receiving end of your Mò Xuányǔ act, so I’ll hear nothing more about it.” Even still…

His shoulders? Gently, but still firmly enough to test turbulent waters, you squeeze from their muscular tops, down, down, down past his biceps, elbows, forearms, your fingers gliding from his wrists to twist his palms face up toward you— all whilst ignoring his flustered complaints. Nothing, or at least, he has no pained reaction to your touch here.

You move on, kneeling before him, quick to be patting up from his padded ankles and calves and up to his knees, and in spite of his squirming, across the expanse of the corded musculature of his clothed thighs— them, you desperately try to not think too much about, even when he finally swats your hands away as you near the juncture where his legs and hips meet.

Unfortunately — for who, exactly? — you’ll have to remove the upper layer of his robes, and upon finding nothing on his lower extremities, you stand back up to do so. Eyes wide as your hands pass through either breast of his hanfu, Wei Wuxian is quick to grab your wrists and hold them away midair, teeth gritted and paling skin flushed in his apparent panic.

“Wei Wuxian!” you snap, voice hardened; he flinches upon feeling your musculature do the same. “Why on earth are you so guarded right now?”

“B-Because!” he accidentally stammers, instantly accosting himself in his mind for the blunder, only to do it again. “Because you’re… you’re trying to strip a grown man of his clothing! H-How indecent of you!”

Your cheeks warm. “Indecent?! What?! Me?” This time, the one corner of his lips rise, at you. “Wei Yīng!”

“Well, aren’t you?” Your exasperation shows itself through a sigh.

“The fact that you have a new body changes absolutely nothing about your old personality!” you remind him, whacking his apparently non-injured arm. “Why must you always turn a situation into something so suggestive!? I’m worried for you!”

“And so you would caress me like a lover would, just to see for my injuries?” he teases, raising his arms in faux protection of himself with a pout. Your face ignites with heat, and if it’s from anger, concern, or purely from the effects of his use of the word “lover”, you would refuse to address it, and instead rest a hand on his knee.

“If it means to find them, then yes,” you answer through clenched teeth. “I would.” If only slightly, Wei Wuxian’s arms drop at your words, eyebrows flying upward and in the opposite direction of his falling jaw. **

“Eh?” You would?

“So please, just… just let me see you; let me heal you. Don’t make me worry for you more than I already do.”

If you’re surprised by his sudden complacency, you don’t show it. Not when he lets you place his hands into his lap, not when he lets you unwrap the dadai securing his zhongyi shut, and barely when he lets you slide your hands beneath his breast of his hanfu and along the prominence of his collarbones to his shoulders— just how are you being so… so normal about this?! he wonders, pulse racing.

Two hands fly up between you to pause you once more. You sigh, hands now braced against him when you’d lurched forward.

“Xian-xian, you…”

“Sorry, I— I’m not trying to stop you exactly, I just…” Gently, he clears his throat. “You’re just—”

You sputter out a chuckle after finally meeting his lowered, lidded gaze. No, it wouldn’t be surprise that you were feeling.

“The shameless, smooth-talking Wèi Wuxian, flustered after a little skin-on-skin, hm?” Satisfaction, perhaps. Especially when you’ve managed to turn him the same shade of red as his belt. “Who’s the indecent one now?”

It’s true that your only motive for pressing the matter had been to treat his injury, one that you’d finally discovered upon pulling the left side of his hanfu down to reveal a set of long, jagged scrapes and slices leading from beneath his pectoral muscle and down to his waist; it’d even already started bruising around the worst affected areas, the scraping, itself, having caused bloody spotting from end to end. It’s why you’d been so lightheartedly offended when he’d called you indecent. Now, it’s only so obvious that it’d just been him being the pot to call the kettle “black”.

You’d never seen him blush so terribly before— not in the presence of the same girls he’d once teased with his ways over a decade ago (he wouldn’t dare now, not in the body of a so-called “lunatic” lest he be slapped for it), and perhaps only subtly in front of Lán Wàngjī (unless you count the times the two of them had been together that Hánguāng-jūn found himself dipping a little too deeply into the liquid courage). All his actions and words have been so calculated and controlled, such as his initial acts upon returning to life with Mò Xuányǔ’s visage, that you often think it comical when you find yourself able to catch him off-guard.

The sleeves of his under robe slip off his shoulders almost teasingly slow, through no fault of your own, but you don’t complain. Yes, despite the pounding in your chest that you know not only does is it from seeing your dear friend half nude, but from the overwhelming concern over the fact that this is the third time in eight days that Wèi Wuxian has returned to you scathed.

It’s absentmindedly done, when a nimble finger dips into the dredge of his belt’s knot to loosen it. You watch it collapse around his waist, half hanging onto the fabric pooled along his lap, before reaching to part his zhongyi and robes. It… exposes too much, your already muddled thoughts muddle on.

You bite back a sigh, and your fingers drag down to his abdomen almost fretfully. With the suddenly abysmal tone your voice takes on, it is barely a distraction from you for Wèi Wuxian. “This world has taken so much from you, and yet… you never tire to give back to it. The second time around, you ought to take better care of yourself, xīngān…”

Until now, that is.

If it weren’t for how stiff the man before you has become, you might not have even noticed you’d said the word in the first place. Xīngān?! More absentmindedness!! You curse yourself, dreading the look that might be awaiting you on Wèi Wuxian’s face, but you look up to him anyhow.

It’s insufferable. He’s insufferable, just like you’d figured he would be. His expression is a tell-all— as hard as he’d fight the fact, he truly is a terrible liar, and the truth shines through in this look of his: though pale likely from the pain of his injury, the tips of his nose and ears, as well as the highest peaks of his high cheekbones, blazed with rouge, and accompany the quirking of the corners of his lips, as if unsure whether to smile or to smirk.

Though, what’s certainly more intolerable is the back and forth your thoughts pull you along with in deciding whether you’re simply embarrassed that the endearing term slipped out, or, if you wished he might bother to do something about it.

“X-Xīngān, huh?” Slow and shy, Wèi Wuxian laughs, his gaze softening when yours meet. “You care that much for me, hm?”

“D… Don’t get a big head; it just slipped out.” You abruptly straighten, prompting Wèi Wuxian to do the same to avoid being hit in the chin. He leans back on his hands, knees splitting apart to balance his weight.

“Well, if someone called you their xīngān, maybe you’d react the same way.”

“Maybe,” you agree, and once more, your flesh burns— their xīngān, you realize he’d said. My… xīngān.

“Hehe.” Wèi Wuxian suddenly grins at you, eyes shut and smile bright— cheeky man.

“My xīngān,” you muse aloud, stepping forward and in between his parted legs. Upon feeling your clothed thighs brush against his, Wèi Wuxian’s eyes snap open, his lips dividing in shock as he stammers out your name. Your own satisfied purse of your lips — in fact, coupled with your one hand rising to cradle the left of his face while the other presses into his opposite shoulder for balance, he only becomes further mute, unable to stammer out even a single consonant. “My xīngān.”

It’s instinctive when Wèi Wuxian’s hand curls around the back of your thigh, the other keeping him propped upward, because despite his inability to speak, he wants nothing more than to show you just how much enjoys the sound of this. Across the expanse of it, his fingers dance, ruffling your own hanfu and ku beneath them and pulling you deeper into him.

“My xīngān,” he echoes. Your bottom lip wrinkles beneath the teeth that bite down on it, eyes shimmering with something he’d yet to see for himself on you. Upwards, his hands slide, over the curve of your rear that has you gasping sharply, and up to your waist— Wèi Wuxian leans forward and buries himself into your chest with no warning, arms wrapped around your middle and face hidden in the folds of your robes.

Hands poised once more on his shoulders to push him away, you pause when you feel him wince against you, and realize that your leg must be touching his wounds. “W-Wèi Wuxian, come on, let me heal you now—”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his hold only tightening. You find yourself glad he can’t see your face right now. “This is healing enough.”

I just wanted something cute about him here... dats all...

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#i hate mxtx for making me love every single one of her characters/hj #especially you ya silly bastard; ily wèi wuxian ;-; #wei wuxian #wwx x reader #wei wuxian x reader #mdzs #mdzs wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #mxtx fandom #gender neutral reader

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CHAPTER ONE: Shock. Intense and sometimes paralysing surprise at the situation.

Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo/Niè Míngjué, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Niè Míngjué, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo/Niè Míngjué

Characters: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Niè Míngjué, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Xichen and his zombie boyfriends go on a miserable roadtrip to try and fix their shit, things get a lot worse before they get better but they DO get better, exploration of grief and growth within 3zun, 3zun learning to communicate? in MY AU? it's more likely than you think, specific warnings will be at the top of individual chapters but in general the fic has:, exploration of self-loathing and horror/disgust re: zombie bodies, canon-typical monster-fighting violence, Suicidal Ideation, Canon-Typical Fierce Corpse Body Horror, all of 3zun struggling with individual mental health issues, but it also has a hopeful and cathartic end, there is a light at the end of their exhausting tunnel I promise

Summary:

Xichen looks at his sworn brothers lying across the room. They seem so quiet. So still. He can barely believe what Wei Wuxian is saying. The rest of the world fades out as he stares. “So what can be done?” he whispers. “As far as I can see, we have two choices. Choice one: we destroy them completely. It would be difficult, but I think it could be done. But… it would be destroying them completely. It would mean shattering their souls.” Xichen doesn’t feel the floor as he drops to his knees; it is just that one moment he is standing, and the next he is not. He isn’t even seeing them anymore, his eyes have unfocused, and yet they are all he can see. Could he do it? Could he shatter their souls - destroy their very essence, prevent them from ever reincarnating, ever getting an opportunity to find peace - truly and utterly severing their link to this world and making fully certain that Xichen will never meet them again - all for the sake of the greater good? “Choice two,” Wei Wuxian continues, “...we wake them up.”

my post-canon zombie boyfriends roadtrip is finally finished you guys! check it out on ao3 now, I'll be updating every monday :)

#3zun #lan xichen #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #the untamed

[gentil-minou]

once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Once upon a time, there lived a magical boy who was lost far, far away from home… Wei Wuxian is perfectly ready to celebrate another mediocre birthday alone when a ten-year-old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his son. This kid is convinced everyone in his town has been dragged away from their xianxia world and cursed to live as ordinary citizens in a mundane small town, and he's certain that Wei Wuxian is the key to saving them, his other dad, and their entire world. He sounds insane, but, well, Wei Wuxian likes him. Besides, what else can he do but follow him back home? (A Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time, no prior knowledge of said show necessary)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, wwx is sad and down bad, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending

Wangxian + A-Yuan + Minor Characters | WIP 4/? | 52K | Rated M

Preview under the cut

Once upon a time, there was a boy who believed he loved the world more than it could ever love him.

He would be proven very wrong.

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Everyone loves the birthday boy.

They especially love him several shots in on Halloween night, wearing an outfit that’s little more than a couple scraps of fabric hastily sewn together in some approximation of a “Sexy Whatever”. Privately, Wei Wuxian calls it Dealer’s Choice, letting whoever he’s currently flirting with decide what it is.

It doesn’t matter; that’s never been the point of the night. Sure a birthday is meant to be spent celebrating, but that’s a bit harder to do when he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with. It would be fine, as long as he could have as many free drinks as he could score and at least a passably decent fuck, he’d consider it a good night.

Really, when it comes down to it, it’s just another day. Halloween, yes, which makes it a moderately better one. But beyond that bit of fun that comes with picking up a pretty stranger at a bar, there really isn’t much else to look forward to. This is how Wei Wuxian expects to celebrate his birthday:

He’d saunter into how ever many establishments it takes until he finds a pretty enough stranger he can stand being around. The pretty stranger would look him up and down, dragging their eyes over his toned long legs and resting far too long at the slope between his narrow waist and wide hips. And for that one moment, he’d be the most important boy in the world.

He’d get a few free cheap drinks and eventually, they’d find their way to some back alley with its familiar stench of overripe garbage and piss. He’d let himself be pressed up against the brick wall, rough against his back; the perfect distraction from everything else. Then the pretty stranger would stick their tongue far enough down his throat so that he could pretend this day is just like any other.  

In between sloppy kisses and sub-par groping attempts, they’d get his name wrong while he’d have already forgotten theirs. They’d mutter a “Happy Halloween, Birthday Boy” like so many one-night stands before them, and he’d giggle and laugh like it’s the very first time. It’s never difficult to plaster a patented smile and play pretend. Then he’d drop to his knees and let the world fall away.

Finally, after however many drinks and strangers it would take to make him forget, he’d stumble back to his basement studio with just enough awareness to take off his shoes before passing out on his secondhand stained mattress. His dreams would be fast and incomprehensible, a mosaic of imaginary maybes and a dream of a life he’d never had.

This is how he’s celebrated the last several years, and it’s how he expects to celebrate this year as well. 

Because it’s not just Halloween and it’s not just his birthday. It’s the anniversary of his parents leaving their son behind in a dingy alley, wedged between a dumpster and a pile of soggy cardboard. Not even the barest hint of an afterthought, like maybe we shouldn’t leave this small defenseless child asleep and at the mercy of sewer rats?

But if the liquor is strong enough and the haze is just right he wouldn’t remember that until the next morning. That’s what the night is really for. Not a celebration or anything like that, but a desperate attempt at some peace away from this life of his.

Tonight will be his twenty-fifth birthday, and it might as well not be at all.

And then it will end, and November 1st will come around, and the world will keep turning like it always does.

But somehow, not one of those things goes according to plan. In fact, the universe has a completely different plan for him this year, it seems. 

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[that-mifi]

HELP I HAVEN'T POSTED A REC IN A WHILE

i haven't read shit in ages because college is making me lose all my hair but

I WANNA RECOMMEND THIS FIC THAT I REALLY LIKE FROM LIKE

BACK WHEN I WAS BRAIN ROTTING MDZS 24/7

Let the Streetlights Guide You Home

by tellthemstories

Summary:

Wei Wuxian was the most infamous street racer of his generation. They still speak of him now, the stuff of legend: the reckless abandon, the hair pin turns, midnight races over dangerous tracks. His death, racing through the streets of Nightless City with his sister in the passenger seat, the moment when his luck finally ran out. 10 years later, Mo Xuanyu enters his first street race.

Relationships:

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Additional Tags:

the underground street racing au no one asked for

UST

so much UST

references to drink drugs and underage driving

wwx’s a mess but what else is new?

Alternate Universe - Car Racing

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Street Racing

PLUS, AS A BONUS BECAUSE Y'ALL ARE MY LITTLE POOKIES:

[Podfic] Reading

by jellyfishfire

They put so much effort into this, including a whole playlist of a soundtrack. Like, whoa. I listen to this podfic for comfort because the way it's made just fucks. It really itches my little brain. jellyfishfire if you happen to see this, know at one point your podfics were my religion for the entirety of 2022, just ask my friends, i could not shut up about you.

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[rosethornewrites]

Fic: and sings the tune without the words, ch. 11

Relationship: Jiāng Yànlí & Jīn Z��xuān, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Yànlí & Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jiāng Fēngmián & Lán Qǐrén, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Niè Míngjué

Characters: Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Qǐrén, Jiāng Fēngmián, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Wēn Ruòhán, Wēn Qíng, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Yú Zǐyuān, Nie Mingjue

Additional Tags: Epistolary, Food, Music, Secrets, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Politics, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mentioned Wei Changze,

Summary: Nie Mingjue reports again to Lan Xichen about the continued discussion conference.

Notes: See end.

Previous fic in the series: “the thing with feathers”

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

AO3 link

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Xichen,

Jiang-zongzhu moves quickly. As soon as Wen Qing was finished with her testimony, he had Yu-furen and a group of seniors travel to Dafan. Her family had been informed, and had packed their belongings, the majority of which will be moved via cart and horse, accompanied by senior Jiang disciples, but A-Die and Lan-xiansheng also sent seniors to help, and the children, elderly, and several pregnant women were evacuated by sword so as to shield them from the perils of travel. Jin Guangshan offered senior disciples as well, but his offer was not accepted given the current situation.

A man was caught in the family area of Lotus Cove, having taken a woman named Sisi hostage as she was delivering the midday meal to us, but she wears a stiletto in her hair and it wound up in the man’s chest. He was dressed in nondescript clothing, but an examination of the body revealed his affiliation with the Jin, so Jin Guangshan is on very thin ice, though he of course denied all knowledge.

The children saw the body, with the struggle having taken place just outside the area we’re confined to, and the woman was shaken and bruised. I had drawn Baxia, but the man fell before I could act. A-Die is livid with the Jin, especially since A-Sang and I could have been in danger. Jin Guangshan even tried to say this was proof Jiang-zongzhu should turn over the two women and their children as he has demanded, claiming he failed to protect them. Then Jiang-zongzhu revealed the evidence that the assailant was Jin.

So now the discussion conference is even more fraught. Jin-zongzhu hasn’t been ordered to leave Lotus Pier yet, but it seems like he could be if anything further occurs.

On the other hand, the evacuation of the children and elders of Dafan Wen went off without a hitch. Now there’s a popo who stays in the family area with us during the day, who minds the younger children while the older ones are housed in a disciple pavilion. Now that he has his jiejie and the other Wen children around, Wen Ning has calmed down. Jiang Lian is thrilled to have new playmates, as well. Wen Qing has spent much of her time since her testimony resting, and she often has a gaggle of toddlers napping around her.

The idea that the Jiang “take in strays” sounds like someone who does not value a healthy populace, snakes that want to swallow elephants. I admire the Jiang sect in their willingness to look beyond bloodline at the mettle of a person rather than their circumstances. Meng Yao and his mother are two such examples, and no doubt they will do better under the protection of the Jiang clan. His mother’s pupils are street children and former prostitutes learning to read so they may find better lives.

I’m only glad A-Die takes us back to the assigned Nie quarters each evening, and I wonder how Wangji is able to handle as well as he has. Sometimes the children are quite loud, but he simply sits beside Jiang Wuxian and seems unbothered. They’ll just sit next to each other, Wangji reading and Jiang Wuxian talking with A-Sang or one of his siblings or engaged in painting or some other such activity—though your brother always makes sure he is between them and any egress. Sometimes Jiang Wuxian will join them, and Wangji watches or follows. I’ve even seen him roll a ball with a toddler. A-Sang has been vocal about how he was always snubbed in their childhood but now he plays with random babies. He forgets the biting phase, but that was more a game for Wangji than anyone else.

The different Wen faction representatives have stopped demanding Jiang Wuxian be punished, according to the servants, after Wen Qing’s testimony revealed his depravity. Suddenly it has become more likely that he was hurting the boy and whatever curse that was placed on him killed him in the backlash. Of course, that could be a ploy to lower our guards.

Plus the body of one of the representatives who had been insistent that Jiang Wuxian be turned over to the Wen was found in the river, apparently from foul play. The man had been defending Wen Ruohan and denouncing Wen Qing as a liar, in addition to being quite rude to the other Wen factions, so it’s not exactly surprising, but it’s just a relief to no longer hear that some idiot is calling for a kid’s blood.

There are hints that the conference may end soon, rumors that the representative was assassinated and that worse is occurring in Qishan. Hopefully it won’t spill over—Qinghe is too close to Qishan for comfort.

Your brother is fine—happy, in fact, that Jiang-zongzhu has decided Jiang Wuxian will return to the Cloud Recesses with him to winter there for his own safety. I believe Jiang-zongzhu hopes by the time winter is over, Qishan will be too distracted by in-fighting to even think about the boy.

Truly, his attachment to Jiang Wuxian is close, and he is more engaged with people than he has ever been, and I suspect that’s due to their relationship. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if their betrothal leads to a happy marriage—they already seem to move in tandem. It’s odd, but very interesting to watch. A-Sang keeps sighing about yuanfen and love matches, even.

A-Die intends to accompany the Lan, I think to ensure they aren’t attacked. Strength in numbers and all, so I will get to visit you after all.

Do not worry. I will help protect your brother and his betrothed until they are safely home.

Mingjue

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Mingjue,

I very much appreciate the continued updates, though the news of the attempt to get into the Lotus Cove family area is concerning—even if it doesn’t seem to have been targeting Jiang Wuxian. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Wen factions would try for Wen Qing, so I’m glad your father and Shufu sent extra disciples to protect her family as they relocate to Yunmeng.

I hope Mo-guniang and Meng-ayi are holding up well, under the circumstances, and that Meng Yao stays safe. I’m certain he’s quite worried about his mother, but he seemed to really care for his young half-brother, as well. You said in your previous letter that you’d had some good conversations with him, and I hope you’ve had more—he could use friends in other sects, especially given current events. I hope he writes at some point as well, if he’s interested; perhaps I should write to him first so he is more comfortable.

Jiang-zongzhu’s decision to evacuate the children and elderly via sword while the stronger members of the Dafan Wen community handle the more difficult part of the relocation is wise. Honestly, that Jin-zongzhu would offer his disciples for such a mission, after having just been linked to an attempt to get access to the family area by taking a hostage, is shockingly brazen in its arrogance. That sort of treatment of another major sect is reminiscent of Wen Ruohan, and a perceived power vacuum presumably left by Qishan Wen could lead to issues in the future.

While I was at Lotus Pier, I read a treatise in the Jiang library about how the loss of a large clan can lead to a fight among remaining large clans seeking to fill the void and become more powerful, based on the historical downfall of the Xue clan. I don’t recall the title, but if you ask Jiang Wuxian about it, I’m sure he can send a servant to fetch it, as I’m sure you would enjoy reading it. Wei Changze, his birth father, wrote it—apparently he was a historian of sorts. Jiang Wuxian was thrilled when I showed it to him. I didn’t have the opportunity to see if there were more documents by him, but the servants could look and bring them to you, I’m sure.

The death of the Wen representative makes it clear a sort of schism is occurring within the Wen sect and may mean rumors as to the fate of Wen Ruohan’s sons are not so far-fetched. Hopefully, it will not spill over with the defection of Wen Qing, but I have no doubt our elders will have thought of that issue. But it seems more likely that her decision has saved her branch and will prevent her being seen as a threat by anyone who isn’t an ardent Wen Ruohan supporter. I too hope any strife doesn’t spill over into Qinghe, though at least your father has warning and can keep tabs on any of the smaller Nie-affiliated sects.

I am not surprised Wangji is handling the presence of others more easily—Jiang Wuxian’s influence, again. The time in Lotus Pier has in some ways helped him grow accustomed to it so he is not so overwhelmed. I wonder if the quiet of the Cloud Recesses might have similar impacts on other children, if perhaps visits to more bustling places might better prepare them for the world.

I suspect Huaisang has the right of it. Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart, and it occurred in this case. Wangji seems to find more satisfaction in life since he became close to Jiang Wuxian. Wangji also believes finding Jiang Wuxian again is yuanfen—he’s quite a bit more of a romantic than I expected. I think Shufu was worried, after Fuqin, but Wangji is his own person.

May your journey be safe and peaceful. I will be happy to see you, and for my brother and Jiang Wuxian to be safe in the Cloud Recesses soon. Hopefully there will be no more complications with the discussion conference.

Thank you for your protection,

Xichen

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Nie Mingjue uses a chengyu: “A man's greed is like a snake that wants to swallow an elephant.” Lan Xichen uses one: “Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart” and alludes to another: “With love, water is enough; without love, food doesn't satisfy.” At the end of his letter, he uses another: “journey safe and peaceful,” a quote from a Ming dynasty poet, Fan Yiyi.

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[twilightarc-gm]

I Long For You (相思)

by twilightarc

Rating: Explicit

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Jiang Yanli & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Characters: Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Original Characters

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe – Shapeshifter, Wolf Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Crow Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jealous Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, minor Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Qín Sù, Arranged Marriage, Sect Leader Jiāng Yànlí, Minor Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān, Minor/Mentioned Past Relationships, POV Alternating, POV Third Person Limited, Present Tense, Work In Progress ​

Summary:

Sure Jiāng Chéng is a sect leader and has a lot of filial responsibilities, but isn't it a bit too soon? And why so secretive about it? How come Wèi Wúxiàn isn't the first to know that his staunchly unromantic shīdì is arranging himself to be married? It's improper! Who is this woman anyway? Is she even good enough to be the next madam of Yúnmèng Jiāng Clan? He didn't tell Shījiě either?! Unacceptable.

*

Meanwhile, Jiāng Chéng is just trying to prepare for a future where his sister and sworn brother leave him for good. ​

Series:

Part 2 of Yā-Xiàn Loves Chéng-Láng

Words: 15,459 | Chapters: 4/? | Language: English | Published: 2024-03-03

#chengxian #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #twi fics

[kikidoesfanfic]

Cry Havoc

KikiDoesFanfic on ao3

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: M No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 2,842 Chapters: 1/1 On Ao3

Summary:

"Ten." He's frozen. "Nine." There's so many, how is he supposed to- "Eight." A call of his name. "Seven." His legs unlock and he runs. "Six." He breaches the treeline surrounding the clearing. "Five." He's already so far, he can do this, he can- "Four three two one." No, no no no no. Wēn Cháo sets dogs on Wèi Wúxiàn.

~~~

He can feel them behind him, hear the snarling, the wet froth of their mouths full of saliva as they snap at his calves while he runs.

They'd already bitten him once, tearing through his flesh and drawing blood even through the material of his pants, the rest of their vicious bites pulling at his robes and leaving parts of the fabric in ribbons flowing behind him like the tails of a kite.

He was out of breath, he didn't know how long he'd been running just that he'd long left behind the group of captive disciples, he'd heard Lan Zhan yell out his name as Wen Chao counted down but he couldn't stop, couldn't waste any of his head start. Not that Wen Chao had played fairly.

"You'll have ten seconds to run before I release the dogs, we can't have this over with too quickly, can we." He sneers down at Wei Wuxian where he's braced on his knees, a solid blow to his face had left him reeling.

"They're very well trained, the best war dogs money could buy, a gift from my father." He smirks, and Wei Wuxian's stomach drops, he wasn't bluffing, they were setting up camp and delaying finding the monster just for this? How far would Wen Chao go to feel he had regained the upper hand, yes Wei Wuxian had humiliated him but this is just-

"Nothing to say? After your reaction to my pet when we threw you into that cell, I knew this would be perfect for you, don't you want to meet them?" Wei Wuxian swallows hard, hands trembling in the dirt below him, the anticipation is starting to get to him and he can see the other disciples shifting uncomfortably where they've been corralled of to the side.

Wen Chao barks out a command and gestures with his hand, a piercing pain erupting in Wei Wuxian's leg seconds later, he screams when he sees the dog so silent that he hadn't even heard it's approach. He kicks out at the dogs face and chest with his other leg, but it only serves to cause the dog to clamp down harder, shaking it's head as it drags him a few meters along the ground. It's a beast of a dog, a hulking mass of muscle and fur that would probably reach up to Wei Wuxian's waist, if he were able to stand.

With a whistle and likely another gesture the dog releases him and moves to sit beside Wen Chao, licking it's chops as it watches him intently, Wei Wuxian scrambles backwards on elbows and heels until he hits the legs of a guard behind him.

"Like I said, perfect for you." Wen Chao is definitely smiling now, taking pleasure in the terror plain across his face, the bastard.

At a nod Wei Wuxian is yanked to his feet by the guard, at a snap of his fingers more dogs are brought over to stand behind Wen Chao, hands on their collars awaiting the command to release them.

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[rayan12sworld]

💙A Life Without Regrets

By:naqaashi

Summary:

After his death at the first siege of the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian is thrown back in time to when he was nine years old, just before Jiang Fengmian took him to Lotus Pier with its tumultuous affection and unpayable mountain of debts. He decides to take the second chance he has been offered, to live freely and without regrets.

As it turns out, a life without regrets involves:

1. Avoiding all attempts to be adopted so you can launch your career as a rogue-cultivating-assassin, while

2. Juggling a hit-list comprised of the cultivation world’s Who’s Who, and

3. Desperately missing your not-boyfriend who picked the worst ever timing to confess his undying love for you.

Murder and mayhem to follow.

Chapter:5/8

Words:74,649

Status:ongoing

This fanfic is a time travel, both lan zhan and Wei time travel to the past, the first 4 chapter wei ying's pov chapter 5 is lan zhan pov,

My favorite chapter is chapter 5, because lan zhan asks questions that I have been thinking about and he even talk about the cultivation world's hypocritic face

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Lán Xīchén brings A-Yuàn to him, hoping the child will crack him open and force him to live. Lán Xīchén hopes the child will make him care. Will make him forgive. It is a negotiation held hostage – the message loud and clear: I have your son, so pardon my crimes.

Lán Wàngjī has lost this war before he could even prepare to fight it. He had lost it when he had lost Wèi Yīng. No – he had lost it when he had kept barking at Wèi Yīng, come back to Gūsū, come back to Gūsū, when he should have asked – begged on bended knees – let me walk with you.

~~

Had Xīchén gone blind, deaf, and – literally as well as figuratively – dumb, the day the Jīns brought out those Wēns and paraded them as target practice, during the Bǎifèngshān[9] Hunt? Jīn Guāngyáo has done plenty wrong, under his father’s name and then his own – but it is Lán Xīchén – It is Lán Xīchén, and not Jīn Guāngyáo, who has betrayed Lán Wàngjī. His anger is towards Jīn Guāngyáo. His hatred, he reserves for his brother.

~~ I think all of us haven't talked enough about Lan Xīchén, it's good that in this fanfic lan wangji doesn't forgive him for what he have done

~~

Lán Wàngjī feels so foolish. Of course no one turned to demonic cultivation unless they had to. Of course Wèi Yīng, who had loved his sword, loved talismans, loved night-hunting, flying, leaping over walls and all the other little, mundane things cultivators did easy as breathing, wouldn’t have chosen to fight a war with a flute instead of his beloved sword. Unless Suíbiàn was lost to him. Unless – unless – and how it hurtshurtshurts to realise the depths of destruction Wèi Yīng must have faced, alone. How ridiculous Lán Wàngjī must have seemed to him! How condescending and cowardly, insultingly well-fed and safe in his clan silks and conviction of his own superiority of method, while Wèi Yīng starved and bled and chose exile to save innocent lives. How completely unwelcoming and hostile he must have seemed to them all, with his constant badgering about Wèi Yīng’s lack of sword and general cultivation choices. And how utterly idiotic he must have seemed to Wèi Yīng, when he begged him to come to Gūsū, where Wèi Yīng had been beaten and punished and reviled, because of Lán Wàngjī’s open antagonism towards him. Wèi Yīng must have thought he was being dragged back for more punishment – and – Would it have been any different? Would Shūfù have truly let Lán Wàngjī harbour and protect Wèi Yīng inside the hallowed grounds of Gūsū Lán, or would he have had Wèi Yīng imprisoned, if not executed? Would Xiōngzhǎng have stood firm in his moral fibre for once in his life, or would he have sold Wèi Yīng to the Jīns with a gently benevolent smile on his face? Could anyone in Gūsū Lán, including himself, have been trusted to do the right thing?

~~

He cannot forgive himself for that. When he should have offered himself to Wèi Yīng, he had demanded, instead, that Wèi Yīng give himself to him. Now he knows what selfishness that had been, what arrogance and delusion. He could never have kept Wèi Yīng safe – and why would Wèi Yīng believe in his assurances, when he had spent their entire time together getting Wèi Yīng into as much trouble with Cloud Recesses’s authorities as he possibly could? Had there been a single infraction Wèi Yīng committed at the lectures that Lán Wàngjī had not seen him punished for? Why, because Wèi Yīng had bothered him? Because he had not liked being singled out, not liked being pestered – with what? – a beautiful boy’s offer of complete admiration and companionship? He had hated and loved Wèi Yīng in equal measure, in that first year. He had hated Wèi Yīng’s flippancy, he had hated being harassed and hated the way Wèi Yīng desecrated his forehead ribbon in public, in front of the entire jiānghú. That was the first time Wèi Yīng had broken his heart. It would not be the last time, either – but had anything Wèi Yīng had done to Lán Wàngjī been worse than Lán Wàngjī’s betrayal of him? Could anything be less inexplicable or more unforgiveable than not standing with the one you love, until there was no way out for them but to die? And even in that, he had failed Wèi Yīng. He had left Wèi Yīng to die alone, because he had gone and got himself whipped into paralysis, because he had been stupid enough to go back to Gūsū after carrying the Yílíng Lǎozǔ away from a massacre.

~~

If they had died together, at least, then – perhaps – – perhaps then, they could have had a chance. It’s a silly little superstition he holds fast to – if you die together, you reincarnate together. But Wèi Yīng was gone; his soul had shattered entirely. And Lán Wàngjī’s heart is doomed to forever be broken, because while Wèi Yīng lives again, while he can and will earn Wèi Yīng’s friendship – – he will never know Wèi Yīng’s love.

~~

The boy’s name?” he asks, but it emerges as a demand. He knows he sounds wrong. He’s the unparalleled genius of Gūsū Lán, twice over in as many lives; how can he miss the depth of urgency in his own tones, or the way his voice rings, like it’s used to being obeyed? Shūfù notices, of course. “Just a boy to you, then?” Shūfù taught him to play the qín; of course he notices everything. He smells information. Knowledge. With the ruthless curiosity of a bloodhound hot upon the scent of prey, he follows the trail. “This boy…is it one who means nothing, or one who means everything?” Thirty-three strikes of the discipline whip had hurt less.

~

For a moment, Lán Wàngjī simply looks at his uncle – only looks – but with all the things he had never quite summoned the viciousness to say. He lets them swim up to the surface of his soul now, like sharks in the water. Lets them circle behind his eyes and observe every twitch of his uncle’s face, every bead of sweat forming on his skin. He’s incandescent with rage. He’s always been angry with his uncle, since before he ever got here. But it’s been an anger that lurks in the shadows of their home. Unspoken and left to its own devices. They both know it’s there, waiting, watching, always ready to lunge and bite. But they’ve ignored it and pretended it hasn’t been looming over every cup of tea and bowl of rice they’ve shared, every single day for three years. And here Shūfù is, taunting it. Lán Wàngjī is so tired of this. “Give me his name, or leave me be.” He’ll find out himself. “You destroyed our clan’s foundations, and then you disrespect me over some boy you’ve never even heard of. Do you think I’ll keep on standing for this?” “There are many things you stand for that I never considered you would stoop towards.” “Wàngjī!” He stands to leave. “You owe me answers!” His uncle looks furious again, furious and frustrated.

~I owe you? This Wàngjī? Owes you? What can I owe you that you did not already take from me?” He regrets it almost as soon as he says it. Not because it’s a lie, nor because he wants to spare his uncle’s feelings, but because – “So you have lived this before. You…came back.”

~

Nevertheless, Lán Wàngjī makes one thing clear. “Tell who you like, you will make no difference.” His uncle has never enjoyed being challenged. He arches a fine, manicured brow now, openly sarcastic. “Oh? Did I end up of so little consequence, then?” Lán Wàngjī shrugs. They had planned for – not this, but something like it, too. “If I cannot do what I must, here, I will go elsewhere.” He will. He has not loved his sect for a very long time, and even less so his clan. He does not think they have ever loved him – him, and not whatever he adds to their influence. He stays in Gūsū now because it is convenient, not because he needs to. He has committed to memory every text in the library and most of the Forbidden Section. He knows every song the Lán have ever composed, spiritual or otherwise. He can teach them things about cultivation that he has invented himself – what does he need them for, save a roof over his head and a peaceful place in which to grow his power till the time comes to act, to save the world and Wèi Yīng? “I will leave, if you make it difficult for me to stay.”

~~

Perhaps it is the truth he hears that leads him to ask, in a way he has never unbent before, “Wàngjī, what has happened between us? Who has caused this – this chasm, between us?” He asks Lán Wàngjī this, a father asking his son, why don’t you love me anymore. Lán Wàngjī wants to lash out and hurt.

“You did it yourself,” he says, the marrow of his belief in every word. “You created fissures, deep as canyons, and then you made them wider. I could feel my blood, rushing through at the bottom, exposed. Oxidising, calcifying. Rot spreading down from the sky.” His uncle stares at him, ashen. He finds he cannot stop. “You took my will. You took my potential. You took my autonomy and my dignity. You talk now of things owed and things stood for, when you have already betrayed me and left me with less than nothing. You crippled me with your own hands. You exacted your retribution from me thirty-three times with the discipline whip…and when I still lived – ” The final, unforgiveable truth: “ – when I still lived, you took our forces, and went to murder the man I love.”

~~

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prompt!! something something, yunmeng is in trouble so fengmian makes a deal with a god promising anything in exchange for help, god asks for one of his children in marriage, and in the end sends wwx instead of one of his blood children. is the god lwj?? does lwj rescue him?? does wwx escape?? does wwx kill the god and take over his domain??? idk!! you do you! im mostly here for the sibling angst if you choose to write it

SO I know I took forever to answer this, but that's only because I'm kind of obsessed with this prompt and ended up with a wildly complex outline that puts the final word count well over 100k. Anyway, thank you for the prompt, I love it a lot, and have just posted chapter 1 of the new fic to A03:

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Niè Míngjué, Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān, Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng/Wēn Qíng, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Qíng, Jiāng Yànlí & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Yílíng Lǎozǔ Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, BAMF Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Venom AU, POV Alternating, Niè Míngjué Lives, Jiāng Yànlí Lives, Wēn Remnants Live (Módào Zǔshī), Not Really Character Death, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, happy ending i swear, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Has a Yílíng Lǎozǔ Kink, yiling sect, will update tags as I go Series: Part 21 of Untamed Fics & Prompts Summary:

Uncle Jiang wouldn’t look him in the eyes anymore.

The realization only fueled the anxiety that clawed frantically inside him, scraping his heart raw and leaving wounds that stung like fire with every breath. Something had changed. Something drastic, something that left Jiang Fengmian drifting around Lotus Pier as though in mourning and Madam Yu brimming with vindictive pleasure.

“Do…” Jiang Cheng hesitated, cast a quick, wary glance around them before asking in hushed tones, “Do you think my mother has something to do with it?”

Wei Wuxian looked up, eyes sharp, assessing, wondering if Jiang Cheng had also noticed Madam Yu’s glittering stare. If he’d also felt the ominous, bone-deep certainty that she’d had a hand in whatever terrible thing awaited Wei Wuxian the moment his siblings left Lotus Pier.

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new fic

Title: Time Signature

Rating: Explicit

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

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

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Additional Tags: modern AU, pining, pining while having sex, protected sex, oral sex, anal fingering, feminizing language, wei ying uses slang for female anatomy to describe his own anatomy, dirty talk, anal sex, frotting, over-stimulation, wei ying says both no and yes at one point, WIP, tags will be added later, this fic is mostly sex

Summary: Lan Zhan hasn't seen Wei Ying in thirteen years. When he encounters Wei Ying at a party, Wei Ying asks him about the rumor that Lan Zhan fucks. Lan Zhan proves the rumor true. There's very little plot here. Mostly porn. WIP, tags will be added.

Notes: I started writing this fic because I wanted to write a series of wangxian sex scenes in which they progressively explore each other's kinks. I can't promise I'll finish, but given how thin the plot is, maybe that doesn't matter much. There is lots and lots of porn.

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The fic is here: Time Signature

Beware, the first chapter is 20K

I totally understand that some people will not read WIPs that don't come with a guarantee of being finished, but may I just say one more time that I wrote this so I could string together a bunch of sex scenes, and the scenes themselves are fully complete and hopefully satisfying. But there is lots and lots of pining.

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