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stiltonbasket · 8 months

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prompt for the fem!wwx au: what about the fallout of jyl's broken engagement?

On the morning of Wei Wuxian's first day back at Lotus Pier, she wakes to the sound of raised voices in the audience room.

Squinting against the light, she stumbles out of bed and opens the sliding door to the corridor outside, where she finds Jiang Cheng hovering on the threshold of his own doorway with his arms folded over his chest.

"What's wrong?" she yawns, rubbing her eyes. "Is it bad news?"

"Bad news for Mother," Jiang Cheng mutters. "Fuqin just told her about A-Jie's engagement."

Wei Wuxian feels as if someone had thrown cold water over her. In the midst of her private delight that Shijie's betrothal had ended, she had not thought of how Madam Yu would take the news: and now, both she and Jiang Cheng are about to find out.

"Did Jiang-shushu tell Auntie that I..."

Jiang Cheng shakes his head. "No. I don't think it would have made much of a difference, but Father didn't say a word."

They tiptoe across the narrow bridge between the family compound and the audience chamber, hardly daring to breathe; and then, like a firework bursting on a dark, still night, they hear Madam Yu's shrill voice rising over Jiang Fengmian's.

"Who will she marry now?" she shouts. "Ouyang-zongzhu has no children, and all the other men in the Jin clan take after Jin Guangshan. How can I let her go to Lanling without Yuyan's protection?"

"I thought perhaps Lan Xichen might—"

"I knew it. You've had your eye on him since the year Zixuan was born, but that boy will do no good to any woman as a husband!" shrieks Madam Yu. "He has had no one but Nie Mingjue in his eyes since he was a child. What will become of our daughter now, Jiang Fengmian? Zixuan was the only man who might have suited her, the only one—and now, just because he complained about the betrothal, you—"

She takes in a great, heaving breath, and Wei Wuxian hears the thud of her heeled boots striking the floor.

"And now, thanks to you," she chokes, "I will have to watch as Wei Ying marries Lan Wangji—" Wei Wuxian winces, "—and as she becomes mother to the next Lan-zongzhu, whilst my child must settle for the heir to some backwater clan in Changlun, or a commoner—"

Jiang-shushu sighs.

"If I had not broken Yanli's engagement," he says quietly, "then you would have had to watch A-Ying live as she ought to do, in comfort and plenty with a husband who cares for her dearly, while our daughter lived in a gilded prison with a man who has made no secret of the fact that the very mention of her name is a burden to him. You would have watched A-Ying's children growing up without a care in the world, and A-Ying adored by the whole of Gusu Lan as she deserves—and all the while, our daughter, who used to weep whenever she trod on an insect in the path, she—"

He sounds as if he might burst into tears. "Could you bear it, Ziyuan? Can you bear to think of A-Li's children, growing up in Koi Tower, and hearing some relation from the branch clan saying that their father would never have wed their mother if their nainai had not forced him to accept her? Can you bear to think of our granddaughters watching Zixuan treating A-Li unkindly, and entering their own wedded homes with the belief that that same unkindness was due to them?"

Yu Ziyuan falters for a moment. "Yuyan would never let Zixuan treat Yanli that way. I have often thought that she loves A-Li more than she loves him."

"Then you are a fool," Jiang Fengmian says wearily. "Quan Yuyan might be your sworn sister, but she is Jin Zixuan's mother before all else. She knows that A-Li will be filial to her husband, and her in-laws, and she knows no other maiden would make a better mother for her grandchildren. Do you truly think that she would let A-Li go, if the choice was left to her?"

"I—"

"What does it matter if Quan Yuyan can ensure that A-Li is treated well?" Jiang-shushu asks. "Jin Zixuan does not want her, and she knows it. For the love of heaven, the entire Jianghu knows it—so how could you even think of asking to A-Li waste her life with him?"

Madam Yu must have opened her mouth to say something, but Jiang Fengmian cuts her off before she can make a sound.

"It does not matter if A-Li likes him. In fact, that makes matters worse," he says brusquely. "If she marries him, she will not leave him, no matter how unhappy he might make her. And I would rather keep her here unmarried all her life than watch her in pain.

"And then there is Jin Guangshan," Jiang-shushu continues, now sounding faintly ill. "I will not speak of my fears regarding him, but you are a woman, Ziyuan. Ought you not to understand them better than I?"

Madam Yu is silent for a long while.

"If you had such thoughts," she hisses at last, sounding very much like Zidian usually does in the midst of strangling a particularly fierce yaoguai, "then you ought to have spoken sooner, so that we could have found a better match before Yanli came of age."

"I made my thoughts known the year Jin-zongzhu tried to lay his hands on Li Shuai," Jiang Fengmian replies. "You were convinced that I was wrong, because A-Shuai was too young to understand what he might have done to her; but I know what I saw, and you still refused to change your mind."

A moment later, he turns and walks out of the room. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng exchange panicked glances before jumping off the footbridge to keep from being noticed; and after Madam Yu stalks off in the other direction, Wei Wuxian drags herself out of the shallow water under the bridge and makes a beeline for Jiang Yanli's room.

"Wait for me!" Jiang Cheng yelps, before cursing under his breath. "Wei Wuxian, for heaven's sake—"

But she does not slow her pace until she reaches her sister's bedroom and slams the door behind her, startling Jiang Yanli out of what must have been (judging by the look on her face) a very peaceful sleep.

"I'm glad you're not going to marry that stupid peacock," Wei Wuxian blurts out, the instant Jiang Yanli opens her eyes. "You deserve better, Shijie. Your husband ought to be the most honorable man in the world, and I won't stand for less."

Her sister's mouth twitches. "I'm glad you think so," she says mirthfully, reaching out to stroke Wei Wuxian's wet hair. "Who should it be, then?"

Wei Wuxian gulps.

"What about Lan Zhan?" she asks. "You could marry him instead of me, couldn't you?"

Jiang Yanli bursts out laughing.

"A-Xian," she gasps, "when we left Gusu, didn't you say that I ought to have a husband who loved me just as much as Third Shidi loves Li Shuai?"

"Well, yes."

"Then how could you possibly imagine that I might want to marry Lan Wangji?"

"But Lan Zhan is the best junzi in the world, in all ways. I'm certain of it," Wei Wuxian insists, ignoring the sudden ache in her chest. "He loves all things that are good and true, so why wouldn't he love you? I mean, he treats me well, and I make him carry my packages at the market and chase me all over Lufeng to keep dogs away while I'm running errands. I'm sure he'd treat you a hundred times better."

Her sister leans forward and rests her brow against Wei Wuxian's.

"A-Ying?"

"Hm?"

"You're a very silly girl, and I love you very much," she says tenderly. "Now go take a warm bath, or you'll catch cold."

Puzzled, Wei Wuxian drips her way out into the corridor and back into her own bedroom, where she finds a damp Jiang Cheng lying flat on his back on the rug under her window.

"No more peacock," he sighs, propping himself up on his elbows. "You know, I almost feel sorry for him."

"What? Why?"

"Because A-Jie could have made him the happiest man in the world, if he'd only given her a chance."

"I suppose so," Wei Wuxian says reluctantly. "But, Jiang Cheng—who do you suppose Shijie will marry now?"

Jiang Cheng puts his face in his hands.

"Not Lan Wangji, definitely," he mutters. "Did you really ask A-Jie if she wanted to take your place as Madam Lan?"

"Of course I did. Didn't you hear me?"

He looks at her in disbelief. "Really?"

Wei Wuxian nods.

"Lan Wangji has the patience of a bodhisattva," Jiang Cheng groans. "When it's time for your wedding, Wei Wuxian, I am going to laugh. Just wait and see."

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #fem!wwx au #my fic

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robininthelabyrinth · 10 months

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Wen Chao kills Wei Wuxian at the Wen Indoctrination camp to intimidate the heirs of the clans.

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Untamed

“You know they all think you’re dead,” Meng Yao said. He’d come to check on the status of the latest nightmare torture machine that Wen Ruohan had ordered to be made.

“I know,” Wei Wuxian said, his lips pressed tightly together. He was fiddling with the machine, which really only needed a few minor adjustments to do what Wen Ruohan wanted it to, adjustments that he’d managed to drag on for nearly a month and a half without making, and both he and Meng Yao knew it, and knew that the other one knew that they knew. The fact that Meng Yao hadn’t told anyone was the only reason Wei Wuxian was bothering to have this conversation with him now. “That was made painfully clear early on, thanks.”

Normally his viciously bitter tone was enough to convince people to stop asking.

Meng Yao wasn’t exactly what one would call normal, though.

“How’d he manage it?” Meng Yao asked, and Wei Wuxian looked up at him with a glare. “Wen Chao. He’s too stupid to actually manage to fake someone’s death properly – he’s the sort of person who’d mess up breathing if it didn’t happen naturally. How’d he manage to do it with you without actually killing you in the process?”

Wei Wuxian’s smile was ghastly.

“Stupid question,” he said. “You should know better than to make such a mistake.”

“Mistake? What mistake?”

“The mistake you made,” Wei Wuxian said gently, “was assuming he didn’t kill me.”

“I saw Wei Ying.”

If it had been anyone else, Jiang Cheng would have screamed at them. He would have pulled his sword and tried to stab them, and, lacking that, he would have gone at them with his bare hands, to try to punch them or strangle them until they stopped, one way or another.

But this wasn't anybody, it was Lan Wangji.

Other people had commented, usually sourly, that Jiang Cheng had grown closer to Lan Wangji during the war. They were usually trying to imply that he'd sought to replace one shixiong with another, and from another sect to boot, more than likely trying to capitalize on Jiang Fengmian’s sorrow and anger upon hearing Jiang Cheng's dull report of Wei Wuxian’s death at the hands of Wen Chao, perhaps the only thing that could have moved that otherwise peaceable and easy-going man to militancy. The implication was as wrong as it was filthy, of course - no one could replace Wei Wuxian, not in a million years - but there was some truth to the fact that Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji were better friends now than they had ever been before.

In fact, Jiang Cheng would go so far as to say that there was no one on earth who knew Lan Wangji better than him, possibly even above his own brother and uncle. After all, they had not been the ones that had been there when Lan Wangji had seen – when he had witnessed – when they had both witnessed…

Jiang Cheng thought sometimes that it had been the depth of Lan Wangji’s wild and terrible grief that had allowed him to survive Wei Wuxian’s death. That Jiang Cheng would have let it break him, shatter his mind along with his heart, only that Lan Wangji was a little quicker than he down that path, and Jiang Cheng was a man born overly responsible; he couldn't shatter as long as there was someone who needed him to stay strong. And Lan Wangji, who had already seen his home burn, his brother vanished, his father killed, his uncle tortured, and now his secret beloved murdered right before his eyes...he'd needed Jiang Cheng. He'd needed the only other person, excepting only Jiang Yanli, that felt the same thing he felt, the only other one who truly and unreservedly loved Wei Wuxian.

Even though Lan Wangji had never confessed his feelings, never said anything until the moment he'd unburdened his heart too late, Jiang Cheng the only one listening or able to listen, he had still suffered, and in so suffering, he gave Jiang Cheng the same feeling back - the knowledge that there was someone else out there that understood the enormity of what they'd lost in a way that no one, excepting again only the distant Jiang Yanli, would or could.

Because it was Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng didn't attack.

Physically, anyway.

"Have you started having delusions?" he demanded irritably. "If so, stop it: we have a war to fight, so there's no time. You want to lose your mind, do it after we're done."

"I saw him," Lan Wangji insisted.

"You saw him die, too," Jiang Cheng snapped, voice tight. "Remember that? You and me, we were both there. We saw what Wen Chao did to him. We saw what he did with the corpse, after. There's no way he's still alive."

"I know."

"Good, I'm glad that you know! Then what's this nonsense about?"

"I saw Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said. "I saw him alive and whole, though not the same as he once was. I cannot explain it, but I would not have mistaken him."

That was true. Anyone else, maybe. But not Lan Wangji, who had loved him.

"How can it be?"

Silence.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips. It was probably just a delusion, or maybe some sort of newfangled trap that personalized itself to each person. Something like Wen Chao’s stupid owl with its confusing fog, only more pointed. Of course, if it was that, then it was a threat that needed to be stopped, needed to be hunted down and eliminated by the two best hunters the Sunshot Campaign had…

That was the only reason he was thinking of agreeing. The only reason.

It definitely wasn't because his heart had seized up, filled with impossible hope.

Attempt the impossible.

"I'll get permission for us to track the rumor down," Jiang Cheng said gruffly, and Lan Wangji nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little in silent gratitude. "We leave tomorrow."

“No, Meng Yao’s right. I’m pretty sure that rock is the only thing keeping me here,” Wei Wuxian said. “Destroy it.”

Nie Mingjue glanced back and forth from his traitorous former deputy to the man whose supposed death (real death, he supposed) had been the initiating factor to kick off the Sunshot Campaign in a way even the burning of the Cloud Recesses hadn’t been. Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji had recently grown obsessed with Wei Wuxian, meaning more than the usual amount – they swore up and down that they’d seen him, or possibly his ghost, or something like that – and while he hadn’t exactly disbelieved them, since who even knew these days, he hadn’t actually expected to meet the man in the living flesh.

Possibly non-living flesh.

Yin Metal possessed flesh?

“You can’t destroy it,” Meng Yao argued, and even though he was speaking to Nie Mingjue he was glaring indignantly at Wei Wuxian. He looked actually passionate, for once, and not in the way he had before, when Nie Mingjue had thought he was passionate about things like saving lives and the welfare of the common people; this was less beautiful, but more real. He was grimacing, his face twisted and ugly in a way he’d never before permitted it to be. “If you do, he will die, and die permanently!”

“That’s what people generally do, I think you’ll find,” Wei Wuxian said with a laugh that was mostly fake. “Meng Yao, I don’t know how many times I need to remind you: I’m already dead. That Wen Ruohan resurrected me through some sort of bizarre sorcery based on some stupid rock he found, probably out of morbid curiosity as to what he could do with it, doesn’t mean that I’m meant to be here.”

“But –”

“Meng Yao, you know better than most how awful he is, how terrible it would be if someone as insane as that actually achieved all that he wished to achieve! Wen Ruohan can’t be allowed to succeed in any of his aims. We have to destroy the Yin Metal. That I die is of no matter –”

“Wen Ruohan is a master of arrays,” Nie Mingjue interrupted, and they both looked at him. “His power is not based on a rock, no matter how unorthodox or interesting. Defeating him and destroying the rock – er, the Yin Metal – are unrelated, and the latter is certainly not a prerequisite to the former.”

Wei Wuxian looked taken aback. “What?”

“You’re confusing correlation with causation,” Nie Mingjue said, and shrugged. “That he started playing around with this…rock, this Yin Metal, whatever it is, doesn’t mean that it’s responsible for why he is the way he is, or even why he’s as powerful as he is. He would come to the Unclean Realm quite often when I was a child, and he was pretty different back then…anyway, my point is, can we stop talking about the rock and focus on killing him instead?”

“Looks like your horrible self-sacrifice is just going to have to wait,” Meng Yao told Wei Wuxian, looking especially smug in the face of Wei Wuxian’s gaping disbelief. “Too bad.”

Nie Mingjue hated that he liked Meng Yao better this way.

“Killing now, debate later,” he said, deciding to think about that at another time. “Understood?”

Not that they would have time to debate later, if he played his cards right. As soon as they found out about it, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji were going to make absolutely sure that whatever the rock was that was keeping Wei Wuxian alive – and despite what he said, Nie Mingjue thought he was in fact still alive, if only by the barest thread – was explored in full, no matter what.

None of them were going to let him go that easily.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #jiang cheng #lan wangi #nie mingjue #my fic #my fics #just assume the yin metal was actually kept as a secret by the Lan sect #short

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lilapplesheadcannons · 4 months

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The Truth

Lan Wangji never lies. He is a Lan. Lans don't lie. Ergo, he doesn't lie. Yes, that covers white lies, half-truths, and lying by omissions.

So when Papa asks him who loves him the most, he says, "Shufu!" even though that makes Mama's smile a dim and Papa's smile disappear completely. When aunties in their Sunday bests coo around him and pinch his cheeks, he points out the boy with mercury eyes as the prettiest among them, much to their scandalous whispers. When xiongzhang looks at him hopefully, silently begging for support, he again shakes his head and speaks the truth, " He will break your heart!" He knows he was speaking the truth when he promised to love and cherish until death did them apart. And he spoke the truth when he introduced A-Yuan as his own.

So it troubles him to lie with a bare face. But he guesses the moralities in your 30s differ vastly from that of your teens. So he has to taste the empty cup a hopeful Jin Ling passes to him and tell him the imaginary tea is indeed the best he ever had! He lies to Wei Ying that, of course, his knee has healed, and he can carry the grocery and A-Yuan and tries his best not to limp. And now that he's kneeling on his pristine living room carpet, sprinkling soot and flour in front of the fireplace and using a ratty pair of boots to make footprints, while his husband takes hasty bites off the cookie A-Yuan very thoughtfully left out for Santa and takes a sip from the glass of milk, he hopes the Lan ancestors will somehow be able to forgive him. After all, they, too, were parents once.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #merry christmas #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain · 1 year

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Wangxian mermay 2023

Day IV: Shipwreck

The last thing Wei Ying expected to happen to him, was pinned to the floor of the shipwreck he’d been hired to evaluate by a man with gold eyes.

His hand, thick with…callouses, didn’t cut off airflow, but the implication was there. His other hand was large enough to pin both of Wei Ying’s hands to the floor.

Which was doing things for him.

Bad time to learn he had kink.

This is not the time to get aroused.

Wei Ying cleared his throat, and prayed his face wasn’t red.

“Um, hi. Did…I disturb you?”

What a thing to ask!

In Wei Ying’s field of environmental science he learned there were only a handful of people that willingly walked into ten-year-old oil tankers washed up during hurricanes.

The first group, his group, were the people hired to figure out what threat it posed to the environment.

The second group, dumb teenagers.

And the third group, people looking for a ghost story, or the curious.

This man, with his sharp angled features, beautiful golden eyes, and large hands, belonged to neither of those categories.

“I mean, yes. Clearly I did because people don’t tend to react violently when they’re expecting people to come wandering around the corner. And you’re not living here, you’re too pretty for that. Not that that’s a judgment on the houseless, anyone can be-”

“Quiet.”

Wei Ying snapped his mouth shut, frowning. The man’s voice trembled. He noticed both of his hands were shaking, his breaths were ragged and short.

“Oh shit, do you…need help?”

The man glared at him harder, his hand on Wei Ying’s throat twitched like he couldn’t decide to squeeze or release.

Wei Ying shut down the part of his brain that wanted him to squeeze just a bit harder.

“Close your eyes,”

Wei Ying obeyed, closing his eyes and going limp, trying to poise as little threat as possible. The hands fell away from him, as the weight moved off.

“Get out.” The voice came back, shaking and pained.

Wei Ying sat up, turning his head to the direction the voice came from, keeping his eyes firmly closed.

“You’re hurt.”

A snort, what sounded like a snake across the metal plates,

“You cannot help me.”

Wei Ying frowned, “You don’t know that. What’s wrong?”

“I cannot tell you. You cannot help me.”

Wei Ying took a breath, slowly breathing out. “I can’t just leave you here. Please…let me do something. Call someone you can-wait, no that won’t work Yuan-er broke my phone last week. Mianmian has a phone I can borrow.”

A long beat of silence followed that. Either the man had gone, or he was staring at Wei Ying, trying to figure out how he tied his shoes in the morning with a brain that moved that fast.

(He didn’t! He had velcro laces and boots so he didn’t have to worry about if he tied them or not)

“I…was going to see my brother. I do not have his number. There…is no one else.”

No one that beautiful should sound that heartbroken. Wei Ying wanted to hold his hand, to comfort him in some meaningful way.

“Then let me help…please.”

The tension this time was different, he knew the man was waffling, willing to give in, he could taste his anxiety and reluctance in the confined room.

“You…may open your eyes.”

It took a moment for them to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the broken plates of the tanker, scattered across the tossed cabin. Glinting off silver and white scales smeared with blood from a long fin impaled by three rebar.

“Shit.” Wei Ying scuttled over to the tail, he pressed down gently around the wounds, issuing an apology when a hiss of pain and a hand grabbed his elbow. “Fuck, fuck, this…this is bad. Ho-how long have you been like this?”

“Thirteen days.”

The man’s brow twitched forward, his mouth wasn’t unhappy, more…curious, his eyes darting between Wei Ying and his tail.

Right.

He probably should have had more of a reaction to a mermaid in the shipwreck (great name for a band) but as stated by friends and the few people that loosely considered him family, he was bad at faking being human.

An explanation would have to wait. The man was dehydrated, and had lost a considerable amount of blood, The tanker was upside down, so the high tide would have brought in water and fish, but still he needed fresh water, his first aid kit, and the atargatian from his jeep.

Turning he saw his gray and white bag on the floor, grabbing it he pulled out his lunch, and a bottle of human medication Wen Qing cleared for him to use.

He passed both over to the man, along with a sweater he kept because fuck these northern estimations and recoveries, they were always cold.

“I have to go back to my car and get some things. I have some atargatian that will help heal your wounds, but I’m going to have to get them out of you first. Are they welded to the floor? Do you know?”

The man blinked, a creamy cardigan with ink stains around the cuffs draped about bis shoulders, and his hands full of Wei Ying’s startlingly red lunch looked…adorable.

Wei Ying barely restrained himself from cooing aloud.

“No. I sought refuge from the storm in here, the waves drove them in when the ship washed on land.”

Wei Ying nodded, “Good, good, that’s very good. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He pulled his gloves back on so he could pull himself out of the wreck faster without worrying about cuts and scrapes and legged it up the beach to the parking lot.

With flirting and a lot of fluttering eyes he got Mianmian to text Wen Ning to pick Yuan-er up from pre-school, only promising to tell her the entire store later, She was a Koi Jin, she would understand.

He was out of breath when he got back, the mermaid had put the cardigan on and was staring at the food with the kind of determination a man before the gallows does.

“You don’t have to eat it.” Wei Ying turned over a metal box, using it as a makeshift table where he unloaded the three bottles of atargatian, handing one over, he got out the rest of the supplies.

“I..do not think that I can.” His voice was quiet, he peered at Wei Ying through his lashes, “I do not wish to be rude.”

“Dude. You’ve been pinned by rebar for thirteen days, and you let me go after just a few seconds of incredibly kinky restraint. You’ve been the perfect gentleman given the circumstances.”

He kneeled beside the rebar closest to him, this one was going to be the easiest to get out.

“I should really have asked Wen Qing to come out, but I forgot before I left if you would have been comfortable with someone else. She’s a Wen Taimen in case you were worried I’d call a human to help you out. What should I call you anyway?”

Wei Ying pressed a thick gauze pad to the top of the wound, grabbed the rebar.

“Wangji.” He said staring at Wei Ying,

“On three.” Wei Ying offered his elbow “You can hold on to if it you need too.”

He slid one hand around his elbow, fingers shaking slightly.

“Okay,” Fresh blood seeped out of the wound, “One, two-” He pulled up and out, covering the wound with the gauze before fumbling for the first bottle of atargatian, he popped the glass cork, dumping the dark blue brew into the wound.

He made quick work of the other two pieces of rebar before wrapping the bottom half of the tail with enough gauze to make Wen Qing have a coronary when she finds out how much was missing from his kit.

Wangji was breathing hard, his skin was pale and sweaty, his fingers were digging into Wei Wuxian’s arm so hard he knew he was going to have bruises the next day.

“Okay.” Wei Ying moved to his side, holding up his hands, after he pulled the gloves off, “Do you want me to touch you?”

Wangji nodded once, a tight, controlled action.

Wei Ying took one of Wangji’s hands, placing it on his own chest, over his heart where Wangji could feel his heart through the thin t-shirt.

“Breath with me. In and out with me. Good, good, that’s very good. Slowly.” He took deep breaths, letting them out slowly.

“You did good. Such a good job. I know it hurts right now. I’m sorry. You’re doing gre-”

Wangji buried his head in Wei Ying’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around Wei Ying’s waist, hands gripping his shirt so hard he might have felt a few stitches pop.

Wei Ying settled down beside him. Stroking his hair and back, rubbing his arms. He hummed softly, like he did when Yuan-er had bad dreams, something soothing from Wen-popo to help soothe him.

Cold water slapped him in the face.

Sputtering Wei Ying jerk up, blinking at the rapidly encroaching water and the dusty sunset.

He scrambled backwards, looking around. The mermaid was gone, along with the empty atargatian bottles, his lunch, and sweater.

No surprise really, he hadn’t expected for an injured mermaid to stick around. Being injured was bad enough, having to rely on someone who may or may not have been human, especially given their track record was worse. Wei Ying could have brought Wangji to his family, washed his tail, and adorned him with pearls while kneeling and it wouldn't have mattered. Acts of service did not trust make.

Gathering his things, he gave the slowly encroaching ocean one more look before making his way out of the ship.

He thought that was the end of it.

He really did.

He helped someone out that needed it and went on with his life. Told Wen Qing of the events before she discovered the missing gauze and atargatian before she could, and got replacements a week later and a lecture about falling asleep with a stranger.

Which, he deserved.

Until today.

“Have you…done anything recently?” Mianmian had asked an hour ago, perching against his desk.

Wei Ying looked up from his oil tanker report draft,

“Not…that I’m aware of. Why?”

“Lan Xichan called, he wants to see you at the corporate office in Gusu.”

Wei Ying stared at her for a minute longer before looking at the clock on his computer, “It’s nearly midday, Gusu is a three-hour train ride, or two hours by bus, I gotta get Yuan-er in forty minutes and-”

“You’re not cooking tonight.” Mianmian stole one of his mints from the bowl, “I am. I don’t want to die. Lan Xichen’s sending a car for you.”

“It wasn’t that spicy, Yuan-er?”

Mianmian shrugged, “I’ll grab him, Good luck, put on a tie.”

She pushed off his desk, returning to her own.

Wei Ying flipped her off before digging out the only tie he had.

The car ride was only an hour, but it felt like an eternity. He’d met Lan Xichen when Cloud Recesses Disaster Recovery had been brought in for an oil spill off the coast of Seattle, in which Wei Ying was both an anti-capitalist protester and volunteer. He was pretty sure Lan Xichen forgave him for nearly setting him on fire. In his defense he hadn’t known he’d been there at the time. Companies didn’t like talking to Volunteers, and Volunteers had decided on in situ burning to prevent the build up of oil near a turtle nesting ground.

He hadn’t lit anything on fire recently, so it couldn’t have been for that.

The Corporate offices were high in the mountains that forced corporations that ruined the environment to climb up the stairs, while employees got the trolley ride up the back.

He was greeted upon arrival, and taken straight to Lan Xichen’s office.

“Lan Xichen I-”

He was met with bright gold eyes staring at him from the otherside of the room.

This one went places. Were those good places?

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mirmb wangxian mermay 2023 #wangxian mermay 2023 #mirmb writes

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cataclysmicevie · 10 months

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The Soul Remains [ Twitter Implosion updates ] Pt. 1

One of the king’s advisors glances between the two of them, seemingly baffled. “Do you think the young lord would agree?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes cut sharply towards the king, who is staring at his son with his lips pursed.

“…He’ll agree,” he admits warily.

And that wariness—it makes Lan Wangji’s teeth click together in a silent show of resentment, slowly coming to a rolling boil.

In contrast, Wei Wuxian is practically sparkling with contentment, pulling another plate towards him. “Exactly!”

The king says nothing. Not then. Not in a crowded hall, with unfriendly ears listening close. But he does later, when they’re walking in the garden.

Lan Wangji is five paces behind, hands clasped behind his back as the royals walk ahead.

(Slowly falling into the generational trap of knowing his place.)

“Wei Ying…what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know very well why Jiang Meng isn’t his father’s heir—”

“I don’t pretend to be privy to private discussions—”

“He’s a known cut sleeve.”

Behind them, Lan Wangji comes to a staggering halt in a rare show of clumsiness.

“And?” Wei Ying raises an eyebrow. “Does that mean he’s not as strong as an ox?”

“No, but—"

“I don’t think the condition is catching, father.”

“I know that,” the king frowns. “But the heir to the Nie sect would be more qualified—"

“But he doesn’t play cards." Wei Wuxian shrugs. “I’m not a child this time. I think I should have more of a say over who I’m going to spend every day of my life with, don’t you?”

Lan Wangji doesn't play cards.

Wei Wuxian didn't get a say over getting to spend every day with him.

He doubts that the prince's words are directed at anyone but his father, but that doesn't change the fact that Lan Wangji's ears are stinging from hearing them.

The King can't seem to find another reason to argue with him, and Lan Wangji can't help but silently wish he would.

It's not that Lan Wangji cares that he's a—a cutsleeve—

(That word is hardly ever used in the Cloud Recesses, and he feels unaccustomed to using it now, even if only in his thoughts.)

Lan Wangji has never taken a moment to pause and consider whether or not he was one, but he supposes the inescapable fact of being in love with a boy for the past several years drags him underneath that label--whether he likes it or not.

But a known cutsleeve...

Lan Wangji frowns, lowering his chin.

That's unreasonable. He's being unreasonable. A person can be called such a thing simply for being effeminate. Or perhaps, such information was brought to the public without his consent. It doesn't necessarily imply the sort of shamelessness that he might have normally assumed.

No. He should--

He should not allow his personal emotions to color his opinion of someone he hasn't met. Jiang Meng is the son of a great man. Even Lan Wangji is aware of his martial skills from word of mouth.

There's no reason to be concerned. And holding a personal grudge against him--

That would be unreasonable.

He says that to himself, over and over, fighting a scowl as he watches the King send a messenger to Yunmeng.

He watches the servants prepare another guest chamber on the same corridor as Wei Wuxian's bedroom. Presumably convenient, for when Lan Wangji vacates his.

He watches Wei Wuxian smile and chat idly about his incoming arrival, and he grits his teeth.

He tells himself that the prince doesn't know what effect this is having on him. Knows that he shouldn't be affected at all. That he isn't trying to make Lan Wangji ache.

But he does, just the same. And he privately wishes that he could have been allowed to leave, first--rather than watch himself be replaced with an impassive stare.

All of that is enough. It's painful. Like a cold well growing in his stomach, encompassing him with dread. Yes, all of that is enough, but—

It's nothing, compared to what he feels when Jiang Meng arrives.

The moment his boots hit the ground when he dismounts his horse, the Lan is taken aback.

Thud.

He's—

Wei Wuxian did idly mention that the cultivator was as strong as an ox, and as it turns out, that was not an idle exaggeration.

(He's prone to those.)

No.

"Your highness," he grins, all tanned skin and a square jaw, walking with an easy swagger, a silver bell swinging silently from his waist. "My sect was deeply honored to receive your invitation."

His voice is deep, friendly. His eyes crinkle easily around the corners as he extends one large, roughened hand to Wei Wuxian in greeting.

Lan Wangji wants to break every single finger at the knuckle.

#the soul remains #evieficupdates

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gentil-minou · 6 months

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WlW Wangxian Week Day 5 - Domestic Bliss @wlwangxianweek

Established Relationship | Happy National No Bra Day <3

cw for some dysphoric thoughts about having large breasts

Lan Zhan slips one of her girlfriend's softest oversized band shirts over her head. It hangs over the curve of her bare breasts and loosely drapes over the rest of her slender form.

Her eyes catch on her drooping breasts as they sag over her waist. It's habit at this point to stare, even though she knows she shouldn't.

She makes a conscious move to drag her eyes away to finish drying her hair and settle in for the evening. Her nipples brushes uncomfortably against the edge of the sink as she leans over. She flinches the slightest bit, contorting her spine into a concave shape so she can finish her routine without the unwanted friction.

She really should be used to the annoyances that come with having large breasts, but...

She's aware her relationship with her breasts is… complicated.

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.

(threadfic here)

#this one is kind of personal to me haha #every time someone draws fem lz with big knockers i cringe in sympathy #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #wlw wangxian #wlwangxianweek #genderbend #cisswap wangxian #genderbent wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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maria-taiwin · 9 months

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Thanks to @unkonageki beautiful crossover art, I'm thinking to MDZS/The Untamed horny shenanigans 😍🥰

Precisely about mdzs!wwx passing one night with cql!lwj, wwx is thrilled by this new adventure while lwj stays in the bed with only the silk outer robe, blinking slowly at this Wei Ying like a cat and looking composed as always has been. Wei Wuxian finds this Lan Wangji so cute that he wants to eat him whole. So he basically does what he used to do in his mariage life: prepare his roleplay. He approaches the bed and when he gets near he wraps LWJ's whole body with the blanket and screams out loud Lan Zhan's lovely name.

Out of all predictions, cql!lwj lets out a tiny squeal calling wei ying's name, his breath freezed. Poor Wangji, even though he grow over his gay panic and he's now confident on his feelings in the CQL verse too, he still isn't used at all to this kind of intimacy (he's touch starved af) and though he doesn't show he feels already adorably dumbfounded at the idea of wei ying sleeping willingly with him (!), but this is not HIS wei ying, his zhiji, so he also feels kinda confused and in guilty.

Wei Wuxian of course reacts surprised: "wait what? I'm usually the poor maiden in danger in roleplay, why it's you now?".

Lan Wangji watches him visibly distressed but he tries to recompose himself soon because he doesn't even want Wei Ying thinks he got rejected.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it. You can advance if you want."

Wei Wuxian notices that even this Lan Wangji has the red ears when he's embarassed and he can't help to get amused again, but then notices something else.

"Lan zhan?? Why you have the high boots in bed??"

Lan Wangji has not the force to admit that he was so emotional at Wei Ying being in his bed together with him that he forgot to take off his boots.

Wei Ying passes the night laughing to death while lwj looks extraordinarily gloomy in sleep. He sure won't lose his face again in the morning 🥰

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #I have so much fun writing this ahah #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs wwx #cql lwj #mo dao zu shi #cql #danmei #crossover #mdzs headcanon #cql headcanon #the untamed headcanon #mdzs fics

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grewlikefancyflowers · 1 year

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#mdzs

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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Fic Finder

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1. Hello, I was hoping that you lovely people can help me find an ao3 fic that I’ve been searching for. WWX is brought back the same way as canon but it wasn’t MXY who summoned him but an original character. WWX ends up in Cloud Recesses because he interacts with LXC AND LWJ a lot in the story. The twist is that the person who brought WWX back hated him so much that he wanted WWX to suffer really badly. WWX figures it out/knows. It does end up with a happy ending. Thank you!~

Hello, beautiful people. Im the anon who submitted #1 from the latest fic finder post. Unfortunately the fic I’m looking for is not Beauty and the Boot. The original character who summoned WWX was male and hated the Yiling Patriarch. The fic had a lot of angst as well if that helps🥲

NOT FOUND! ❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP)

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones (T, 73k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Recovery, Pain, Mental Illness, Depression, PTSD, Rehabilitation, slow burn but significantly less so than canon, miscommunication is still a thing tho, Empathy, Guilt, Forgiveness, it's not THAT dark actually)

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2. Hey. I've been looking for a fic that I read I while ago for so long. WWX accidentally sets off a talisman and gets deaged.? I remember that he is stuck in that form for a while and takes zidian from JC. Later when he finds out about LWJs scars on his back he threatens the lan elders with it and says something like this isn't even hia weapon and imagine if he dad one of his own.. thanks bye

FOUND? Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

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3. Hi! I'm trying to find a wangxian fanfic I read long ago. It's where LWJ is engaged to JYL and WWX is engaged to JZX. I remember a specific part where JZX got jealous when he saw WWX and LWJ hanging out a lot and told WWX that he is his and not LWJs. WWX took offense to this and punched JZX telling him he cant control him. Endgame is ofc wangxian but yeah. I cant find it 😭 @journalsofagoddess

FOUND? Neatly Arranged by thunderwear (T, 45k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, lwj’s mother is here but only briefly, RIP, Shenanigans, Fix-It, of sorts, Canonical Character Death, but not all, did i forget to tag pining, because this fic is like 90 percent pining, Hurt/Comfort)

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4. Hello! Thank you for your hard work! I'm trying to find a fic there LWJ is a youtuber, and he does these 'day in the life of a college student' where he's just perfect at everything- meticulous, on top of his life and studies, and ultra competent. WWX, at the same college, then posts a response video where he shows what's it really like as a student and its just a troll/spoof of LWJ's vids where he cries like three times a day and eats junk food, etc. This goes on for months, with many videos and WWX accidentally becomes popular. Then wangxian meet and fall in love about it. NHS and JC help WWX with the vids, and i think the summary said something like 'three idiots make a youtube channel'. Anyway, hope someone can put together better search parameters than me. Thank you! @somevariationofgay

FOUND! like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting, so much texting, Youtubers For Social Justice, The Gang Gets Political, Competitive Flirting Via The Medium Of Youtube, it's about the yearning, YouTube Rivals To Lovers)

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5. Hi! I recently found this page and it looks amazing. I’ve been looking for the AO3 au fic. The premise is that in this world, people are able to essentially enter their minds kind of like a vr situation and create worlds. This has become a very lucrative business. Wei ying entered a simulation that was MDZS and as a result he entered a 13 month coma. Everyone thought he was dead. But he retired from the business. But then the juniors call him in for “one last mission” which is basically the yi city arc. and he and lan zhan work through some unspoken tension and then they get together. @awkwardly-cry-ing-in-the-corner

FOUND! some lovely, perilous thing by varnes (E, 24k, WangXian, Inception Fusion, Criminal Associates To Lovers, Heist Case Fic)

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6. Hey, it's me again haha so I read this ff long time ago and it was soo good unfortunately i cant remember the title

So like, the cultivation world needs yiling laozu's help and they tried to summon him using mo xuanyu but they failed since yl lz appeared in his own original body and not in mxy. Anyway so history repeats itself, wwx knows everybody especially lan zhan cuz he his "friend" that time. They became curious about wwx, they found his journal and he kept talking about this certain friend eventually they found out the friend's name is lan zhan lan wangji. Time skip they found out that lwj reincarnated, he looks exactly the same as wwx's friend. Lxc said it was impossible cuz all their ancestors died because of an explosion that was caused by wwx bavk in the day.

There is this spefic scene, wwx kept blaming himself because he was the reasom why lz died, ok so lz married a woman (arranged marriage) and had child with her, wy was heartbroken and told lz that he has feelings for him, lz also has feelings for him, so when lz heard that the sects will have a siege in burial mounds he went there and protected wy then something happened and the surroundings explode.

Anyway, they have come to a conclusion that wy is an immortal, he took care of lz's child, lz reincarnated he fought really hard to keep his body and appearance the same

Thank you thank youuuuuuuu for all your hard work @hellothere9597

FOUND? Old Foreshadows by protos_metazu_ison (M, 15k, WangXian, YL WWX, BAMF WWX, War, Universe Alteration, Sunshot Campaign, Rated For Violence, Timeline What Timeline)

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7. Hi hi, I hope y'all are doing well ^^ Ive recently been thinking about a fic i read in late 2019/early 2020 and I was hoping to get some help finding it? What I remember about it is that after Mo Manor, wwx doesnt go to Dafan mountain and instead travels until he finds a village and starts working there as a farmer. wn is also there after a while and he helps wwx. lwj visits the village but doesnt recognize wwx at first. If anyone knows what fic this is id be vv grateful! @storming-raumo

FOUND? focal, filler, and line by bosbie (T, 26k, wangxian, canon divergence, flower shop au, fluff, hurt/comfort, pining, falling in love, WWX is not recognized in Dafan mountain, slice of life, WIP) wwx is not a farmer but the rest checks out

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8. Fic finder! I binged All Of The Yiling Wei Sect AUs recently and they all kind of blurred together in my brain, so I THINK all of this happens in the same fic but I could be wrong and if I am I'm so, so sorry. In the fic Wei Wuxian very briefly worked with the talisman scammer to sell actual Yiling Laozu talismans for a decent penny, then one of the Wen uncles convinced him they should set up their own stall. They made talisman paper out of the burial mounds bamboo and it was red. There was a scene when the Wen went on trial and Wen Ning was able to speak to the people in the room, proving that he's cognizant and not a mindless puppet. The Jiang ended up taking the Wei as a subordinate sect I believe? And WWX started to make friends with Jin Guangyao. @lewiscarrolatemybrain

FOUND! Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, canon divergence, necromancy, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, Fix-it of sorts, yilingwei sect au)

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9. I am looking for a fic, maybe it is part of the Amnesia rec list, or if not it should be! Wwx has lost about 2 months of memory. Turns out that in that time he and LZ got engaged. He tries to work out if this is a real engagement or not. There is also a discussion conference at CR and Jiang Cheng is there. I particularly remember the scene where Wwx finds out the engagement wasn't real, goes to JC and cries about it. Then JC storms to the Jingshi to shout at LZ for making WY cry. I love that scene, but who wrote it again? Thanks for helping me out! @kesterling

FOUND! put your heart where your mouth is by protos_metazu_ison (T, 20k, wangxian, JC & WWX, post-canon, misunderstanding, memory loss, pining & insecure WWX, happy ending, twin prides of yunmeng feels, fluff & angst, protective JC)

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10. Hi, I'm looking for a fic where the sword goes through both JYL and JC at Nightless City. WWX takes them both back to Lotus Pier and essentially locks the place behind a barrier, but the sect itself doesn't really mind. I think it was one chapter in a collection but I can't be sure.

FOUND? Chapter 2 of Cosmic by apathyinreverie (T, 10k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, everyone lives au, yunmeng sibling dynamics, protective yunmeng Jiang sect, romance, smitten LWJ, oblivious WWX, powerful WWX, possessive LWJ, soft WWX, streetkid WWX, time travel fix-it, modern setting)

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11. Hi! Love the work you all do. Keep the good work. So for a fic finder... I've been looking for this fic I started reading a while ago but then had to stop. I'm pretty sure I bookmarked it but alas I haven't had any luck finding it. That's why I'm putting my faith in you guys and the readers. So this is what I remember: it was a WIP, it was post canon, wangxian, JC and JL are in CR, JC want a fight, WWX said a few truth and JL goes to WWX, it is said that JYL went to the battle to die on purpose. @multitudeofmes

FOUND! What Happens When The Self-Sacrifing Idiot Snaps by WiFi_Stalker (Not rated, 1k, wangxian, post-canon, not Jiang friendly, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, not JYL friendly, WWX snaps, WIP)

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12. I'm looking for a fic from 1-2 years ago, in English, was a WIP, where LWJ is Chief Cultivator and WWX is wandering on his own. WWX meets a nobleman who invites WWX to stay with him and encourages him to use his cultivation, to the benefit of the common people. The fic was from LWJ's perspective (I think?) and mostly took place in letters exchanged, with some exposition before or after a letter. Wangxian implied, not confirmed; fic author debating confirmation. Does the fic still exist? @acasualgeek

FOUND? To Start A Bridge From A Single Log by ChilianXianzi (T, 4k, wangxian, WWX & OMC, post-canon, chief cultivator LWJ, inventor WWX, politics, epistolary, pining, jealous LWJ, sugar baby WWX, WIP)

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13. Hi! I need help finding this fic. It's a special agent (James bond style) Lan Wangji and Q Wei Wuxian. I tried looking everywhere and with every tag I could think of on AO3 but I could only find the one where Wei Wuxian is a 007. I remember it starts out with Lan Wangji in the car watching a house or something and then Wei Wuxian talks to him over an ear com. He had to take MianMian's place as she was busy/ on pregnancy leave? I can't remember. Also, Wei Wuxian gets shocked when he realizes Lan Wangji always brings back his kit in perfect condition. Thank you!!

FOUND? 💖 some life yet unspent by Fahye (E, 28k, wangxian, spies & secret agents au)

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14. Is the one fic, where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji dual cultivate a Yin core in Wei Wuxian still up on AO3? Wei Wuxian, before he knows he’s going to dual cultivate with Lan Wangji, has nightmares that he’s going to have to dial cultivate with Wen Qing. Lan Wangji has to rail him five times in a night.

FOUND! i had to abandon myself (you took all of me) by justdoityoufucker (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Novel Characterizations, Philosophy, Illnesses, Chronic Pain, Cultivation Sect Politics, Dual Cultivation, LWJ fucks a core into WWX, On Hiatus) might be this? Unfortunately it's on hiatus right now :[

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15. Hello! I don’t know if this fic is still up. I couldn’t find it so… I can remember some details of this fic, but it’s basically a shameless Lan Wangji time-travel fanfic where he changes the whole story by saving Wei Wuxian from the beginning in Cloud Recesses. I forgot the name… I remember that part of the summary was the line; “If you give me a kiss, I’ll let you go.” Or something like that…

FOUND! could be the deleted "OOC!" by A_flower_in_the_snow. It was reuploaded on Wattpad

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16. i read a fic a while ago where WWX survived the seige but lost most of his memory and ended up finding a shrine and moving in there. He stayed there with a-yuan for years taking care of the shrine. Eventually LWJ found him. thats really all i remember but if you could help me find it that would be amazing!! thank you!!! :)

FOUND? #16 was This House is Loved by Ribena but has been deleted

SIMILAR! And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, domestic life, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending) is a deleted fic, however this fic is similar to it (no ayuan tho)

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17. Hi first of all thank you for your womderful work i always find good fics to read because of this blog next please help me find this fic ive been serching all over. This fic is a role reversal instead of wwx its lwj who died. I remember that he died before the 33rd whip and a lan member got guilty and brought him back. His ribbon was also missing in the beginning of the story. wwx is a sec leader now yiling wei sect at wei sizhui brought lwj to get help because lwj is looking for something and he hides is face. Thank you for the help and good job @ladyxyraine

FOUND? Restart from the End by EmBlu (IcyDeath) (G, 71k, wangxian, resurrection, canon divergence, temporary major character death (LWJ), JYL & JZX & NMJ live, yilingwei sect au, sect leader WWX, angst, hurt/comfort, angry WWX, grief, slow burn, wei sizhui, WIP)

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18. i'm sure i'll find it before this is answered, but just in case, i remembered a line from a fic but i don't remember what it's called. it's something like "wwx imagined sizhui's face on a series of progressively younger children. this is what he may have looked like at 13; at 9; at 6. this is how your child grew without you." thank you!!!!! @kisskissgotohell

FOUND! your name, safe in their mouth by astrolesbian (G, 10k, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, WangXian, Father-Son Relationship, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, More aligned with CQL than novel canon, Miscommunication, Eventual Positive Communication, Trying to be a family, how to tell your dad you want him to be your dad in 6 easy steps!)

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19. Hello! Thank you so much to all of the mods for what you do! I’m hoping to find this post-canon mpreg fic that I read from a while back. WWX didn’t immediately tell LWJ about the pregnancy out of fear that it won’t push through or something. Some people were alive (like Wen Qing who secretly did WWX’s checkup and told him about the pregnancy) but not JYL. WWX also stopped drinking wine and started eating healthier to ensure the baby’s growth? Which kinda made LWJ suspicious? There was also a part where WWX visited JC in Lotus Pier, and JC was able to guess at WWX’s pregnancy and they had a really nice conversation and reconciliation. I’m sorry if some of these details might have been from other mpreg fics that I unknowingly confused with the one I’m looking for, but I hope the others are accurate enough to help! Thank you so much again! Y’all are a blessing!

FOUND? Unexpected Lullaby by SilverStark (T, 30k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Minor Original Character(s), Unplanned Pregnancy, Post-Canon, Mpreg, Non-ABO, Fluff, Established Relationship, Reconciliation, Family, Dual Cultivation Baby)

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20. I'm looking for a fanfic that the modern Wei Wuxian ends up traveling to the past because of a book he found. I also remember that it turns out that all the characters that are dead come back to life

FOUND? Could be the deleted series by yareyarejojosan. Someone uploaded the author's works to Google Drive

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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spookykingdomstarlight · 8 months

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wip wednesday post from ch 4 my currently posting wangxian wip, backfire, in which wwx is an absolute menace in cloud recesses and i abuse the right to write crappy puns.

“You make too many assumptions,” Lan Zhan replies viciously. His boots click loudly against the rock as he breaches Wei Wuxian’s personal bubble in his effort to escape. Wei Wuxian wishes he’d breach more than that as he passes. “Mind your place.” “If my place is on my knees, I’m your man.” Lan Zhan whirls to face him a second time, more active than a spinning top. “Wei Ying!” Before Wei Wuxian knows it, Lan Zhan has caught him by the collar of his robes. For a moment, he thinks Lan Zhan really is going to put him on his knees and almost crumbles right then and there, but then he realizes Lan Zhan’s only plan for him is the hall of discipline, which was his goal all along until he developed higher aspirations in the here and now.

link to backfire

#cql #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wipwednesday #mdzsww #if you see this on bsky... oh well #also everyone should post wips for me to look at #if they want to

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hgjspringbooks · 1 year

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Setting the event scene: There are days when the Cloud Recesses become just a little too much for Wei Wuxian.

Specifically, the days where Lan Zhan is busy with some manner of sect business that keeps him occupied with things other than his husband.

Wei Wuxian understands that need, even as he plans to spend his evening bemoaning the neglect he has suffered until his husband makes it up to him. At least twice.

On days like these, Wei Wuxian likes to take himself to Caiyi, slipping out over the walls like a wayward youth sneaking away from his studies.

Today is such a day.

It’s one of the first warm days of the year, the sun shining, the last vestiges of snow turning to brown slush beneath his feet. He’s underdressed, too eager for springtime to bother with a heavy layer. Lan Zhan would be sure to scold him if he saw him out dressed like it’s summertime—he’d be right too. Wei Ying has always been more sensitive to the cold, his fledgling golden core still too weak to fend off more than the most mild of sniffles.

But it’s worth it, to feel the sunshine on his neck and wrists. Besides, there are worse things in the world than Lan Zhan coddling him through a cold.

Caiyi is invigorated by the warm weather as well. The little city is bustling, more lively than Wei Wuxian has seen it in months. Vendors call out to him as he passes, one aunty deliberately wafting a fan over the fresh meat buns she’s selling, blowing the fragrance towards him. He buys a half dozen, sinking his teeth happily into one before passing out the others to the kids who flock around his skirts, knowing him to be an easy mark for treats.

All in all, it’s a pleasant day and Wei Wuxian is feeling content, despite missing his husband. He hopes the weather will hold out until tomorrow. He looks forward to dragging Lan Zhan away from his work into town. Maybe they can grab a meal together at the new shop that opened last year, where a family from near Yunmeng sells food that is very-nearly as good as what Wei Wuxian remembers. None of it is quite as spicy, no doubt adapted for the sweeter Gusu palate, but it’s close enough that it settles the quiet ache that Wei Wuxian carries for his home.

He’s thinking about whether or not he could convince Lan Zhan to break his diet and try a bit of the yingshan pork, when something strange catches his eye.

At first, he’s not sure what it is, head turning automatically towards the strangeness. White robes, he realizes. It’s not so strange, to see white robes in the streets of Caiyi. But what is strange, is that Wei Wuxian has the distinct impression that the person is sneaking. They’re moving through the crowded streets in a way that is desperately trying for discretion, which, of course, just means they stick out even more in the crowd of easygoing shoppers.

It’s too intriguing for Wei Wuxian to leave well enough alone. He’s a curious person by nature, after all, and a genius to boot. And as a genius, Wei Wuxian doesn’t know anyone who would wear white robes out and about in the muddy, spring roads of Caiyi except the exact sort of person who should never be sneaking: a Lan cultivator.

Wei Ying takes his remaining bun of the half dozen he’d bought, dividing it in two and handing one half to the pair of siblings currently quibbling over who deserves it most. “Go on then, rob a poor man blind,” he says, winking at each of them, before wiping his sticky fingers on his skirts and following the white robes as they dart through the crowd.

It’s a disciple, almost certainly. Wei Ying can’t recognize them yet, following at a distance as he is, but he would guess by their size and the way they move—trained, yet awkward, as if still growing into their feet and knobbly knees—that they’re around sixteen. Which means, they are definitely skipping class.

He’s impressed, honestly. They might not be particularly skilled at sneaking, but for any Gusu Lan disciple to even try it is an act of rebellion that rivals anything Wei Ying could’ve gotten up to in Yunmeng in his youth. After all, in Yunmeng, it was expected for the disciples to get into a bit of trouble. To try things, to sneak around. It wasn’t against the rules to do those things. Attempt the impossible! wasn’t just a meaningless motto, so much as an edict guiding their education. What was against the rules was getting caught.

It would be up to Wei Wuxian to teach this little Lan a bit of the tenets of rule breaking. After all, Wei Wuxian wasn’t the first disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang back in his day for nothing.

The white-robed disciple stops abruptly. Wei Ying continues to meander with the crowd, keeping one eye on the disciple, who looks over both his shoulders in an exaggerated display of vigilance that makes Wei Ying want to belly laugh, before ducking into an alley.

Interesting.

Curious, and perhaps feeling a little mischievous, Wei Wuxian reaches into the sleeve pocket of his robes and activates one of the silencing talismans he keeps there for “emergencies”. Those emergencies usually involve Lan Zhan and far fewer onlookers, though, and Wei Wuxian is a little loath to use one for this. But he’s on a mission now. He takes the talisman out and smacks it onto his own chest before strolling casually over to the alley and peeking his head around the corner.

The disciple isn’t alone. They’ve crept into the shadowed corner of the alley, beneath the canopy of one of the adjoining buildings, melted snowing dripping on their shoulder in a rhythmic plink-plink-plink as they speak with a figure Wei Wuxian can’t quite make out.

The dark figure is shorter than the disciple, but their voice is deep. They are conversing in rapid whispers, and Wei Wuxian is so delighted to catch a good little Lan junior cultivator in a criminal act that he can’t help himself. He strolls into the alley, silencing talisman still activated, until he’s right behind the cultivator. The shadowy man notices him first, jumping back as if Wei Wuxian had drawn a sword.

Not that he carries a sword anymore. Nor does he have a flute on him. Maybe he should’ve considered this before sneaking up on an armed cultivator, but Wei Wuxian has never been one for considering things.

The Lan cultivator is, lucky for him, slow to notice the man’s reaction, their attention fully occupied with their ill-gotten purchase. Wei Wuxian lifts a finger to his mouth at the stranger, simultaneously tearing the silencing talisman from his robes.

“My my, Lan-gongzi, what is that you have there?”

The Lan drops what he’s holding, hand flying to his sword almost faster than Wei Wuxian can stop him.

Almost.

But open closer inspection, this Lan is even younger than he’d guessed. Maybe fourteen, and the gawkiness of his limbs is more evident than ever in the tight confines of the alley. As such, Wei Wuxian manages to easily disarm him with a simple sidestep and a well-placed strike to his wrist. The sword clatters to the ground, and the disciple stares at him.

Wei Wuxian sees the moment when the little Lan realizes who he is, and thinks that the child is about to run off, leaving his sword behind.

“Go on then,” he says, stepping out of his way. “And don’t forget your sword! I am not carrying it back.”

The disciple nods vigorously, feet slipping on the wet ground as they dip to grab their sword and bolt out of the alley.

“And I want five copies of the rules on the desk by morning!” he shouts after them. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t have a desk, nor that he has no idea who the kid was, nor that he has no intention of following up on the punishment. The kid’s a troublemaker, but he’s still a Lan. Wei Wuxian has no doubt that the copies will be done by nightfall.

He notices movement behind him, and turns around just as the mysterious peddler attempts to sink into the shadows and make off down the alley.

“Ah, where are you going, friend?” Wei Wuxian asks, smiling at the man so brightly that he freezes on the spot. “Why don’t you show me what you have for sale?”

“Please, forgive me,” the man says, dropping to his knees so fast that Wei Wuxian hears them crack against the stone. “I’m just trying to make a living—I mean no disrespect—please—”

He drops his head to the ground in supplication, hands splayed in front of him, barely a cun from Wei Wuxian’s skirts.

Wei Wuxian has no idea what the man is talking about, but he isn’t about to let him know that. Whatever it is, the is clearly expecting some punishment. Given, he does live near the Cloud Recesses, which means his wrongdoing could be as simple as a book of rude poems. Or it could be something much more sinister. Wei Wuxian would hold his judgment until he knows more.

“Stand and show me what that disciple was buying,” he says, channeling some of his husband’s cold power into his voice. The man scrambles to his feet immediately, reaching into his robes…then hesitates.

“I—”

“Go on,” Wei Wuxian commands again. “Show me.”

The man closes his eyes and draws in a shaky breath as he takes a book from his robes.

Hardly a book, actually. It is more like a pamphlet, roughly bound and dog-eared. The cover is blank, piquing Wei Wuxian’s interest further. What clearly well-read book would go unnamed, and yet be of interest to a young Lan cultivator? Is it a book of illicit cultivation? He hopes not. If it is, then he’ll have to report it to Lan Zhan, and the punishment will be far heavier than copying out the rules.

He takes the book, turning it over in his hands, but it doesn’t appear dangerous. He sees no sign of curses tied to it. It appears to be nothing more than a book.

Until he opens it.

It takes him several heartbeats to understand what he is looking at, his mind unable to make sense of how his own imagination has been poured into ink on a page.

When he does understand, though, he nearly stumbles, light-headed from the sudden surge conflict within him. Disbelief, awe, horror, lust, and, most of all—rage.

“Where did you get this?” he asks, his voice deadly calm. The man whimpers, and looks as though he’s about to drop back to his knees.

“Young master, I—”

“Where. Did you. Get this.”

“I don’t know!” he shrieks, actually falling back to the ground this time. “A man, he comes through town every now and then with new copies to sell.”

“Copies? How many?”

“I—I’m not sure—”

“Then guess.” Wei Wuxian knows he shouldn’t but he reaches for the resentful energy around them, pulling it out of the stones and the mud, black tendrils circling the cowering man.

“Dozens.”

Dozens. There are dozens of them—of these—?

“Give them to me.”

The man whimpers, and shakes his head. “I—I can’t. That’s the last. My last copy. They’re…they’re very popular.”

Wei Wuxian’s vision goes red.

“Please—no, please!”

There’s a terrible gargling sound, and Wei Wuxian blinks the rage from his eyes. The man is bound by the resentful energy, one tendril looped around his throat.

Jaw clenched so tight that his teeth ache, Wei Wuxian forces it to let him go and the man falls into a pile on the ground with a wet slap.

“Th-thank you,” he wheezes as he catches his breath. “Young master, I—”

“If I ever catch you in Caiyi again,” Wei Wuxian interrupts, glaring down at him, “I will kill you.”

The man whimpers.

“Do you understand?”

A nod.

“Then go. Now. Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t have to tell him twice. The man is on his feet and running out of the alley in the span of a blink.

Wei Wuxian, though, doesn’t leave right away. He stays in the alley, composing himself for a long moment, until he feels calm enough to open the book again.

The first page is an exquisite painting of a man, well-muscled, naked except for a sheet of fabric draped artfully over his lap. He is reclined but alert, staring off to the side as though waiting for someone. His hair is pulled back, a few tendrils escaping over his face and chest, draped over the snow white ribbon still tied along his forehead.

An inscription at the bottom of the page reads, Hanguang-Jun Bears His Light.

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Wei Wuxian returns home exhausted, and much later than he intended.

He’d spent the whole day in Caiyi on an important mission: track down every copy of the damned book he could, and make sure Lan Zhan never found out.

The good news is, he’s fairly certain he has all of them. Or, all of them in Caiyi at least, unless people changed a lot more when he was gone than he’d realized and are suddenly a lot more resistant to being threatened.

Not that he’d threatened them, exactly. He’d just…insinuated that bad things might happen to them if they didn’t cooperate.

Ah, nevermind. That’s not what’s important now. Anyway.

What’s important is that it had taken most of the day, and now he has a very short window of time to work with to hide the damned books in the jingshi. It’s a calculated risk to hide them here, but he doesn’t trust leaving the vulnerable material out of reach, and for some reason, he can’t stomach the idea of just destroying them. Besides, if he studies them closely, maybe he can find some hint as to where they’re coming from.

Where to stash them in the meantime, though? The compartment in the floorboards is no good—that’s where Lan Zhan keeps the Emperor’s Smile. There the wardrobe, but Lan Zhan keeps it too neat for it to be good for hiding anything.

The same is true of the whole jingshi, in fact, except for—ah, of course. Wei Ying rushes over to his table, where he does his work. It’s not an amazing hiding pace, being out in the open as it is, but he’s sure he left it here somewhere. Unfortunately, this is the one untidy spot in all of th jingshi, and Wei Ying has somehow managed to lose his qiankun bag under the stacks of talisman papers and notes. This is what he gets for mooching off of his husband. He never takes his qiankun bag with him—what would be the point, when he has a perfectly good husband with all those Lan muscles to carry things?

He shoves papers aside, not really caring where things end up. A pile of ground ink stick that he’d left “for later” ends up upturned over is latest notes. He ignores the ruined pages, resigned to fixing them later when—-

“Ah-ha!” He snags the bit of red silk cord peeking out from beneath the pile and yanks the qiankun bag free. “Found you, you little—”

“Wei Ying?”

Wei Ying freezes.

No no no, he’s so close. Never in his current life has Wei Ying been less happy to see his husband return home.

“Lan Zhan!” he cries, spinning and doing his best to put himself between Lan Zhan and the pile of smutty books behind him. “You’re home!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hums.

“What kept you so late? It must have been something very important to demand the great Haguang-jun’s attention for so long ha-ha. If they still need you, I understand! This one will miss his husband, of course, but I understand that he is in high demand for greater things.”

Lan Zhan makes a face without actually doing anything with his face that is both achingly fond, and the equivalent to an eye roll. It’s exceedingly cute and makes Wei Ying’s heart do something flippy and fluttery in his chest. This man!

“My business is concluded for the evening,” Lan Zhan says, walking towards him. “Are you looking for something—”

“No!” Wei Ying screeches, jumping to his feet to intercept Lan Zhan before he sees.

Unfortunately, Wei Ying has created something of a series of obstacles. In the process of leaping to his feet, he lands on one of his many loose sheets of paper. It slips beneath him, and Wei Ying finds himself careening back down to the floor even faster than he’d left it.

Right until a pair of familiar, sturdy arms wrap around his middle and keep his face from making intimate acquaintance with the floor.

“Ah—Lan Zhan, so good at catching me, always,” he laughs, patting those arms fondly. “I’m fine, though, really! I was just—ah—getting a little work done.”

Lan Zhan’s grip on him loosens and Wei Ying steps out of his arms just in time to see Lan Zhan reaching for one of the books.

What happens next….well. Wei Ying might lose his head a little. That’s the only explanation for why he tackles his husband to the floor. It’s the only explanation for why he thought that might work.

It doesn’t, of course. Instead, Wei Ying ends up with Lan Zhan on top of him, eyes dark and heated as Wei Ying squirms to get free. He thinks maybe, for a moment, that Lan Zhan will be too distracted to notice the books, but…no. Lan Zhan is infuriatingly good at focusing on one thing at a time.

“Lan Zhan, don’t—”

But it’s too late. Lan Zhan already has one of the books in his hand, opened to a random page in the middle, his ears immediately turning as red as if he had eaten a spoonful of Wei Ying’s chili oil.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, ah— I’m so sorry. I’m going to take care of it, don’t you worry. Whoever did this—well. I’ve got it, okay? Leave it to me. And don’t worry about it, okay? This book, it’s…it’s not even that good! Well, no. The art is actually pretty good, but it doesn’t come close to capturing you! Anyone with eyes can see that the drawings aren’t even half as beautiful as you are,it’s a pale imitation, truly.”

Wei Ying’s snaps his mouth closed with effort, no longer even certain what he’s saying. But Lan Zhan’s face has gone hard, which is a bad sign. He waits, giving Lan Zhan space to find the whatever it is he wants to say. Is he angry with Wei Ying for bringing this filth into their home? But no, Lan Zhan has brought far lewder things to the jingshi himself. Is he feeling violated? Wei Ying meant to leave the killing in his past, but he can make an exception.

“You do not like it.”

Wei Ying blinks. The blinks again, as if that will make the words make sense. “Huh?”

“The book,” Lan Zhan says. “You do not like it.”

“Um.” Wei Ying swallows, feels his face heating as he remembers some of what that book contained. “I wouldn’t. Say that. But why…” he trails off, an interesting thought occurring to him. “Lan Zhan, do you want me to like it?”

Lan Zhan, notably, does not answer.

“But…Lan Zhan, aren’t you upset? That somebody used your image so…so….promiscuously?”

That makes him frown. “Books cannot be promiscuous.”

“No, right, I get that, but….wait.” Wei Ying pushes hijmself up onto his elbows, looking directly into his husband’s beautiful face. “Books? As in, more than one?”

There’s no mistaking the sheepishness in Lan Zhan’s humming reply.

“Does that mean there’s more than one of these types of books out there? And that you knew about them?” Wei Ying’s head is swimming. It doesn’t make any sense! “Why didn't you do anything about it?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, but his ears are impossibly redder, the blush new spreading into the tops of his cheeks. He doesn’t look embarrassed, exactly. He looks…he looks…

Pleased.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says quietly, unable to keep the tease out of his voice, “do you maybe like having a book of sexy drawings of you out there?”

“Ridiculous.”

Wei Ying laughs and throws his arms around him in delight. “Yes, maybe, but my husband is a ridiculous man. After all, he married me.”

It’s too good. This man…how did Wei Ying get so lucky?

“Not ridiculous,” Lan Zhan disagrees, wrapping his own arms around Wei Ying in turn and lowering him back to the floor so he’s lying on top of him. He places a gentle kiss against his neck, then bites. “Wei Ying is very marriageable.”

“Lan Zhan! Ah! Stop trying to distract me!” Wei Ying kicks his feet and playfully struggles. “Husband, gege...tell me. Do you like the drawings? Do you like people looking at them?”

“...mn,” Lan Zhan answers, hot face buried in Wei Ying’s neck.

Wei Ying thinks his heart is going to turn to go from how tender he’s feeling. He brings his hands up and runs his fingers through Lan Zhan’s hair, catching the ends of his ribbon and tugging. “Good. Thank you for telling me. But you know, Lan Zhan....the art could be better. It's so....uninspired. We could do better.”

That gets Lan Zhan to pull back out of the safety of Wei Ying’s neck to look at him.

“Wei Ying?”

“Come on, gege,” Wei Ying says, untying the ribbon and wrapping it around his hand. “Clothes off. I want to draw you.”

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Nie Huaisang has had one hell of a day. Running a sect is not an easy task. True, he’s managed to delegate most of the truly tedious work—nobody wants him to be responsible for things like counting anyway. But there are still decisions that have to be made that require his attention, and today had a high quantity of piddly items to handle. Truly, the worst kind of work.

It only fits that he should treat himself now that he’s done for the day, and it just so happens that he has just the thing in mind.

He unwraps the book delicately, taking time to admire the pretty cover and the new book smell. It’s the most recent installment of a new spring book series, written by a mysterious author who goes without even a pseudonym.

The books have flooded the jianghu….secretly, of course, given the subject matter. Also, given the subject matter, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised by his unexpected visitor.

“So, you approve, then?”

Nie Huaisang shrieks, diving beneath his desk, earning him a hearty laugh. “Wei-xiong!” he scolds, coming back out and rubbing at the space over his heart “You scared me!”

“I got that,” Wei Wuxian says, flashing him a smile. He comes away from the corner that he’d been lurking in, dropping into a sloppy seated position across from him. “But do tell me. What do you think of that?” He taps the cover of the book.

Nie Huaisang twists his fan in his hands, watching his old friend as he carefully chooses his words. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve only just seen it—”

“Ah, come on,” Wei Ying says, waving at him impatiently. “Don’t be so cautious with me! I want your really honest opinion! Do you like it? Do you approve?”

Wei Ying…doesn’t seem to be upset. Nie Huaisang quickly reassesses the situation. “Approve? It really is good work, Wei-xiong. Although I'm a bit surprised you're okay with this being out there!”

“Why's that?” Wei Ying asks, cocking his head to the side, the air of innocence so thickly applied that it would make a brothel worker blush. “The art is very good, I know, but it pales in comparison to the real thing. And I do have the real thing. Very real. Every night, we—”

“Yes, yes, we all know all about it!” Nie Huaisang interrupts, flapping his fan at him, really not wanting to hear it. “But Wei-xiong. Why are you here?”

Sharp is the only word Nie Huaisang can think of to describe Wei Wuxian’s smile. “I just wanted to bring you a little gift.”

“A gift?” Nie Huaisang turns redirects the fan towards himself, feeling a little sweaty. “Why?”

Wei Ying doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a familiar book. Nie Huaisang doesn’t touch it, out of fear that it might curse him, or worse. Wei Ying must sense this, as he opens the books for him, to a particularly salacious drawing of Hanguang-Jun emerging wet from a pool of water, white robes clinging and transparent. Nie Huaisang recognizes it, of course he does, except this is different. The drawing is better, more realistic. Realistic in the way that makes Nie Huaisang certain that there had been a live model involved in its creation.

His hair blows back as he begins to fan himself harder.

“Just a little thank you to the original artist,” Wei Ying says with a wink. “Fair's fair, after all.”

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subjiminibang · 3 months

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The Softest Lashes (28851 words) by Katlacakes Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Other Characters Mentioned

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Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Heavy Angst, Introspection, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, There is unfortunately plot, modern yiling laozu, Lan Zhan's canonical back scars, POV Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lan Zhan & MianMian are only friends, who do kinky shit together, emotionally constipated lan zhan, Best girl Mianmian, BDSM, D/s elements, Submissive Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Dominant Mianmian, References to physical abuse, Self-harm through proxy, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Kink Negotiation, Spanking, Wrap Bondage, Light Choking, Flogging, Caning, Nipple Play, Impact Play, Masturbation, Aftercare, Praise Kink, No Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Kissing, Cuddling, Non-Linear Narrative

Summary When Lan Zhan woke up, he was lying on his stomach on a dirty apartment floor. He was free of any binds, but his back was on fire. With great effort, he managed to dig his phone out of his pocket. He had four emergency contacts. One was in prison and two of them must be kept out of this at all costs. After a moment's hesitation, he called the fourth. He woke up to the sound of heavy boots walking next to him. “Oh my God, Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan, can you hear me?” “Mnn. Please don’t call shufu or ge.” Somehow they managed to get to the car, and Mianmian drove him to the ER. Upon losing Wei Ying, a devastated and remorseful Lan Zhan lets himself be whipped by strangers. Mianmian forces him to stop and promises she will provide for his needs instead.

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zombubble · 15 days

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Hiya! Ascension au sounds veryyyyy interesting……..can I ask what wwx’s design as a god looks like? (For possible fanart purposes………..)

alskdjf omg alright okay yeah!

So Wei Wuxian's godly design is very much a sort of fusion of his Yiling Laozu looks (primarily black with red and grey/silver) and some elements of TGCF's general godly character design (mostly the manhua and the in-book art. I love the donghua's character design but they're very much made for simplicity and I think the gods are ostentatious enough to want a bit More to their looks, usually.) with just a splash of Jiang aesthetics because he's got a fondness for lotus.

WHICH IS TO SAY.

I imagine his robes are a deep black with silver embroidery on the outside. His inner robes are, of course, red, and the inner robe sleeves are narrow and long enough to tuck into his bracers. The black outer robes, with as many layers as you like, are long, but the sleeves are typically only half-sleeves because at the start of the story his main thing is archery. (Similar to donghua Pei Ming's sleeves). (He has a black mulberry bow with silver inlay, red leather around the handle, and a string made partially out of his own hair aslkdjf. Quiver is a black and silver back quiver of some sort and the arrows are fletched with black, with red and silver strings. They're very fancy and come back to him, so he made them look good (literally made them, he spent two years making this spiritual weapon).)

Black trousers and boots, and silver armor with smoke designs on his chest, bracers, and pauldrons (shoulder covers). The armor's not overly elaborate or bulky, and fits his form well.

Wide belt. Silver and/or red accents, black if there's leather.

He has. Dark red eyes, because gods and funky eye colors are my jam, and they glow red when he's really using big power. He also has long hair he wears half-up (A topknot like cql!Wei Ying, but better and also longer, maybe a little wavy. I'm fond of his having bangs, too, so it's not ALL pulled back), and on his head is a silver lotus crown on fire. Very tall flames. Pointy at the top.

Because I like being extra and therefore he does, too, he's taken a few aesthetic tips from Hua Cheng and participates in a bit of hair-braiding up top, nail-painting, and some makeup around the eyes, and he's got some sort of dangly silver earrings I think.

When he's really going for dramatics, he has a whole-ass black cloak on that swishes Very Nicely.

All of this sounds very specific, but it's really more about the Vibes. He has multiple outfits, so if you do end up creating something and have a Different Idea, then by all means roll with it! The Palace of Yiling's colors are black, red, and silver primarily (as he's still the Yiling Laozu) and he does keep his goth kid tendencies, even in the Celestial Court.

His magic is red and gold uwu until he re-learns how to manage using guidao when his body is literally made of divinity, in which case it's red and black when he's using that.

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Thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about god!Xian uwu.

I love him so much and he's been cooking for so long in my brain. Of course he wears simpler clothing than this in the mortal realm, but his Godly Look is definitely something I've had a lot of fun coming up with.

#responses #fic: imit #ascension au #wei wuxian's godly form #is so fun to describe #he has many forms in this fic #and i love how much he switches between things sometimes

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lanbichenbunny · 1 month

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If Wei Ying Had a Car….

He’d be that person who’s driving down the road. He confuses the other drivers. He’s got both indicator lights on, no one knows where he’s going, he passes turn off points and doesn’t go left or right.

Wei Ying hasn’t noticed, but he has ALL the lights on, hazard lights internal lights, fog lights all of them, every light you can think of is on.

Somehow his car is wrapped in fairy lights, on hyper, trippy fast speed. How does Wei Ying have his car wrapped in fairy lights? You might ask. I don’t know he’s Wei Ying, if anyone was gonna do it he is.

All the doors are open, one is missing, the boot is open and smoke is coming from the car, it’s possibly on fire.

He took a minor shortcut, detour through a field and a farm. He’s gone so far he’s driving through the twelfth circle of hell.

His passengers the juniors are praying to any god who might hear them for salvation.

Wei Ying is just like. “Don’t worry if we keep going we’ll make it through to the other side.”

The juniors are very concerned about what other side they’re going too. Wei Ying doesn’t know what other side either, but he tries to convince them that’s the exciting part.

#mdzs

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bnnywngs · 5 months

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tw // cw : no head wwx (non explicit)

Wei Wuxian had a guqin string against his throat, and a filet of blood running down to his shoulder and staining his clothes.

Lan Wangji was staring at him, face whiter than snow.

"Lan Zhan! Don't lower your sword! Don't listen to him!" Wei Wuxian's expression was fearful and it was clear that he feared for his life, fear that almost paralyzed Lan Wangji himself.

Lan Wangji hesitated for a moment, but put down Bichen on the ground beside his feet. He couldn't play with his luck, not when it would be so easy to—

"Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-jun!" Wei Wuxian nearly screamed "I love you! I know you always hated me, but... But! That time, I really wanted to sleep with y—"

Startled with the confession, Jin Guangyao pulled the string, and soon his robes were red with blood, as well as his and Lan Wangji's boots.

Lan Xichen's sharp gasp was the loudest thing in their corner of the temple.

"No..." Lan Wangji said, falling to his knees on the pool of blood "No..."

His hands trembled, touching the red liquid.

"Wei Ying!" with a loud gasp, Lan Wangji opened up his eyes and sat up on his bed.

It was night outside, calm and silent, only the wind on the tree leaves making any noise outside. Inside the Jingshi, Lan Wangji hyperventilated, panic running through his veins, not knowing if he was still dreaming of already awake.

Slowly, he calmed down. And as he did, light came from beyond the forest, with the sun rising.

A dream. It was just a dream.

Or was it...?

What did he see? Why? What was going on, who was the Jin disciple? He should talk to his brother.

Getting up from his bed was tougher than he expected, but he persevered. It was not long after that he opened his room's door and inhaled the cold early morning air.

"Wangji, good morning." Lan Xichen smiled at him a little sleepily, having just woken up "Is everything alright? Do you want to eat breakfast together?"

"...Mn." Lan Wangji nodded.

His brother looked at him with curiosity, but let him get inside, making tea for them both.

"Brother." Lan Wangji started, after taking a sip "I had a strange dream."

"A dream? What of it?"

"Wei Ying."

"You dreamed with Wei Wuxian?" Lan Xichen was highly curious now, not even blinking as he stared at his younger brother.

"He died."

"Died? Wangji... Can you tell me from the beginning?"

After a moment and another sip, Lan Wangji nodded.

"We were older. I was a teacher, Wei Ying had recently come back. Apparently, he was dead for 13 years. I waited for him, I was the only one who believed he was innocent. We were in Yunmeng, Jiang-gongzi was the sect leader. He and Wei Ying... Jiang Wanyin hated him and did not feel he had to pretend otherwise. He said bad things and made Wei Ying faint." Lan Wangji frowned visibly.

"Wangji?"

"Wei Ying was too weak. He was resurrected against his wishes, in a body with a small golden core."

"I see... Was there more?"

"Mn. Someone came, I could not recognize, he had Wei Ying's sword with him. He told us, Jiang Wanyin had his golden core melted by the Wens when Lotus Pier were attacked. Wei Ying felt it was his fault, and that he owned the Jiangs his life. He insisted that Wen Qing surgically remove his golden core to implant on Jiang Wanyin's body."

"...What."

"After the surgery, Wei Ying was capture, tortured and thrown on the Burial Mounds, with no golden core. There, he founded the ghost path, demonic cultivation."

"Demonic cultivation?! Was this why... he died? 13 years before?"

"...Mn." Lan Wangji nodded again "We went to a temple, where a Jin disciple had a guqin string against Wei Ying's throat. He..." Lan Wangji gulped, putting his teacup down with a light tremble.

"He died again?" Lan Xichen asked softly, receiving a positive answer. He sighed loudly "Did you know why this Jin person did that?"

"He was using Wei Ying against me." he hesitated "Brother was his friend, and he often talked about me with that person, so my feelings were common knowledge."

Lan Xichen inhaled sharply, feeling the accusation deeply, although he knew Wangji would never.

"That is a strange dream." Lan Xichen said at last "It almost feels as if you saw the future."

"...Mn."

"What are you going to do with this information, Wangji?"

"What brother suggest?"

Lan Xichen smiled softly.

"I think, you need to talk more with Wei-gongzi, and understand him better." he chuckled silently "Then, you can leave your big brother do the rest."

Lan Wangji looked slightly annoyed, and sighed silently.

"I want to help."

"...Alright. But only if you tell Wei-gongzi your dream."

"Brother!"

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