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jaimebluesq · 6 months

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I know you have a lot of WIPs, but if you're still taking requests, could you write a take on Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue's reunion after NMJ's release from Nightless City? Maybe NHS caring for his Da-ge? No Niecest sexytimes please, just two brothers who are each other's world. Thank you!

I'm always up for requests!!! And I read your request and was immediately in my head, thinking I had a WIP on that very topic - and I did! And I've just worked on it a bit more to flesh it out - still rough, so not ready for AO3 posting, but here's what I have of it so far :D

Warning: Nie Bros Feels ahead!

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Nie Huaisang slowed his horse as he approached the Nie Sect's camp near Nightless City. He'd received word just over a day earlier that the war had ended, that the Sunshot campaign was victorious in taking out the evil of Wen Ruohan, and he'd quickly packed up a handful of items before saddling up his horse in the stables. Two other disciples had insisted on joining him to protect him along the roads, and the three of them had made record time reaching Qishan.

The closer they came to Nightless City, however, the more evidence of the war they saw. There were dead bodies everywhere wearing various shades of sect colours, defaced emblems and signs that had once stood proudly announcing the territory belonged to the Wen Sect, and large chunks taken out of the earth from the sheer power the cultivators had been using against one another. Once again he was thankful not to be a fighter, that he'd missed seeing all of this carnage up close and personal.

As he neared the camp, he saw a few disciples who appeared to be in good spirits. They recognized him immediately and helped him and his guards dismount, leading their horses away to be cared for after their hard journey. He asked the directions to his brother's tent and tried to make his way through the camp, though he was stopped every now and then by disciples calling out his name and asking him to share a toast with them to victory.

He paused when he saw a familiar face sitting by a nearby fire, hands running a sharpening stone over one of two sabers sitting in his lap. Nie Huaisang approached, making certain to step as noisily as possible before reaching out to place a hand on the man's shoulder.

“Nie-er-gongzi,” the man said before he even lifted his head, and when he did, he gave a half-smile up at Nie Huaisang. His eyes were weary with dark circles underneath, and there was a healing scar across his jaw on the left side, but otherwise he looked well.

“Nie Zonghui.” He didn't think it would be proper to say aloud I'm happy you survived, even if that's how he felt. “Of course you would be maintaining your weapons while the others are celebrating their victory.”

Nie Zonghui glanced over at a pair of disciples nearby who were doing just that with bottles of wine and joyful singing, and nodded. “They deserve it. They worked hard, everyone did.”

“As did you,” he said softly, patting Nie Zonghui's shoulder before taking his hand back. “Don't forget to rest and take care of yourself, or else I'll tell Da-ge.”

Nie Zonghui's expression shuttered. “You're on your way to his tent.” Nie Huaisang nodded. “Good. He's barely left it all day, and any of us who try to check on him get sent away.”

“Did something happen?”

“He led a group to infiltrate Nightless City while the rest of us were fighting outside.” Nie Zonghui paused, his voice turning rough. “There were... casualties.”

And knowing Nie Mingjue, he would be placing most of the responsibility for their loss on himself, no matter who committed the act. “Thank you for the warning.”

He left Nie Zonghui's side and reached the large, central tent at the same time as another disciple holding a tray with food upon it. The moment she set eyes upon him, she sighed in relief. “Nie-er-gongzi, it's good that you're here. I was just about to bring this to Nie-zongzhu's tent...”

“Has he eaten at all today?” She shook her head. He tried to offer her a small smile and took the tray from her hands. “I'll make sure he eats something.” She gave a quick bow and scurried away before he could change his mind and call her back.

He pulled the tent flap aside and walked in, wrinkling his nose at the scents of blood and metal and stale sweat. There was some light coming in from a small window flap, enough for him to see the space in disarray, a tray of uneaten food upon a low table, and there on the tent's lone cot, a large figure bent forward, head cradled in his hands and hair tangled around his guan. Nie Huaisang set the tray next to the other and tried to approach his brother carefully.

“Da-ge?” He tried to step as noisily as he had for Nie Zonghui, not wanting to startle his brother. “Da-ge, I'm here. I came as soon as I heard the news.

“You should have stayed at home.” Nie Mingjue's eyes only just flicked up to glance at him. “You didn't come alone, did you?”

“Of course not, Li Fengwei and Nie Yifong rode with me.”

“It's a long ride. You should get some rest.”

Now this wasn't acceptable. Nie Huaisang may not have been a good fighter, but he was excellent at acting like everything was normal, and sometimes that was what his brother needed. “But Da-ge,” he whined, stepping closer to his brother. “Yours is the best tent in the camp. I could use a nap, but I'd rather sleep here.”

Nie Mingjue lifted his head this time, giving Nie Huaisang a look that seemed to say Really? You're doing this now?

Ignoring his brother's glare, he flopped down onto the cot next to him, tried to ignore the smelliness of it all, and lay his head on Nie Mingjue's shoulder. “Ew, Da-ge, when's the last time you took a bath?”

“I've been a little busy,” his brother snarked back at him.

“No wonder you're so grumpy. If my hair was this bad, I'd be grumpy too.”

“Huaisang. You're free to leave.”

“Not happening.” He could see the beginnings of resignation in his brother's eyes and gave a short sigh of relief. “But I think this is where I can help.”

He got up briefly to search out his brother's comb, and was thankful to see a bowl of water and a washcloth nearby (likely dropped off by other disciples concerned for their sect leader). He brought everything over to the cot and placed them behind Nie Mingjue, then knelt up behind his brother.

The fact that Nie Mingjue had no other protests to issue spoke volumes.

He started by untangling the mess of hair from around his brother's guan so that he could remove it. The moment the guan left Nie Mingjue's head, there was a slight shift in the room – Nie Mingjue's shoulders dropped and he pressed his face into his hands again. Now they were no longer sect leader and heir, but brothers.

Nie Huaisang drew back his brother's braids and slowly began undoing them, setting aside the decorations in a safe place. He took his time, slowly running the comb through his brother’s hair and using the washcloth to scrub away any remaining dirt and viscera from the battles. He occasionally spoke aloud to keep the room from going silent, muttering about the long ride to Qishan or expressing his concern that Nie Zonghui wouldn’t allow himself to rest until all the other disciples did.

By the time he was finished, his brother’s shoulders were shaking, and Nie Mingjue took in a sharp breath that wasn’t quite muffled by his hands.

“How many did you lose?” he asked gently, setting the comb aside.

“Too many,” Nie Mingjue whispered back.

Nie Huaisang was reminded of when he was nine years old, and his brother had taken over as sect leader. There had been a night hunt and something had gone wrong, and the party his brother led had returned two disciples short. Nie Mingjue had put on a brave front until his people were cared for, then had retreated to his room and collapsed on his bed. Nie Huaisang had been too young to do more than crawl into his Da-ge’s bed and curl up beside him, but eventually his brother had cried out his pain at having lost his first disciples, and Nie Huaisang had held him until it was over.

Over a decade later, and Nie Huaisang only felt slightly more capable of helping his brother.

“Do we have their sabers?” he asked gently, and his brother nodded. It had always been a Nie tradition that, even if the bodies could not be returned to Qinghe, that every disciple’s saber was brought back.

Nie Mingjue breathed again into his hands. “I failed them.”

“And how do you think you failed them? The men and women outside don’t look like disciples who were failed by their sect leader.”

“I should never have led them into Nightless City,” Nie Mingjue’s voice shook. “I should have known it wouldn’t go well, that-” He gasped, then pressed his lips tightly together.

Nie Huaisang didn’t know what his brother wasn’t saying, he only knew that he was glad his brother had made it out alive. “You’re not a god, Da-ge, no matter what the disciples think. There’s no way you could know everything. You did the best you could – you would do nothing less – and you made it out and back to us.”

Nie Mingjue shuddered. “I wish I hadn’t.”

His face growing wet at his brother’s admission, Nie Huaisang leaned forward to wrap his arms around his brother’s neck. “You don’t mean that,” he sniffed into his brother’s ear. “You’re upset, but you don’t mean that, because then you’d be leaving me all alone, and you said you would always protect me.”

His brother reached up to grab one of Nie Huaisang’s hands, and he thought he brother was going to shove him away – instead, his brother simply gripped his hand where it rested under his chin.

“I watched them die,” he hissed. “One by one, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“But you can remember their names,” he replied. “You can tell their stories, make sure they’re remembered for their bravery and their loyalty.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t reply, but he made a low keening sound as his head lowered further.

“They knew what it meant, going into battle,” he whispered to his brother. “Everyone in our sect, from the disciples to the kitchen staff, know that something might happen one day and we will be gone, us more than any other sect. Everyone knows, and they accept it, and they still will follow you into death and beyond – because they know you would do the same for them.”

Nie Huaisang held his brother in the silence of the field tent until he was no longer shaking in his arms. He pulled back to fetch the washcloth and offered it to his brother, and was thankful when Nie Mingjue began running it along his still dirty and tear-stained face. He then went to retrieve the food tray – the rations were nothing fancy but would fill them all the same. He somehow convinced his brother to eat with him, and they shared a meal for the first time since Nie Mingjue had left for this final surge on Wen territory. By the time they were finished eating, Nie Mingjue looked like he was barely keeping his eyes open.

“All right, Da-ge, time for my nap,” he announced, crawling onto the bed like he was ten years old again and curling up next to his brother, settling his head on Nie Mingjue’s large thigh. And much like when he was a child, his brother’s hand idly ran along his hair as if he were trying to comfort Nie Huaisang rather than the other way around.

Eventually, Nie Mingjue fell asleep where he sat on the bed, and Nie Huaisang guarded his brother’s sleep from anyone who might dare disturb it.

#nie bros #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #lots of feels #post nightless city

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 5 months

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Day 3 of @niecest-weekend-2023

“DA-GE!”

Nie Huaisang jerked up in his bed, gasping for air. His heart raced as his eyes were darting from one corner to another, finding unseen enemies in the shadows. The loud yelling outside of his apartment scared him; was the mob coming for him? Would they finish what they started so long ago?

He jumped from his bed, tripping when the sheets his feet were tangled in stopped him. A small cry was all he allowed himself, small and almost silent but it rang loud in the night. Struggling to free himself, he could almost feel the restraining hands of Su She around him. Fighting for his life, he crawled under his desk, finding shelter from the demons of his past.

A church bell rang, indicating the start of the day, and with it, the wrathful wraiths faded into nothing. The shadows of Jin Guangyao melted into the darkness, the angry screams of this qi deviating brother died and Nie Huaisang was suddenly alone in his room.

Alone, like he'd always been.

Always alone without his brother, his other half.

No matter how much he cried, how much he looked for his brother, and asked for him desperately, no one answered. No one would answer.

Pulling up his knees, covering under his desk, he allowed himself to break down.

“Da-ge,” he sobbed, wishing for those strong hands to pat his head, for his big brother to promise him he would always be with him. To lie to him.

But Nie Mingjue never came. So many reincarnations, so many lifetimes without his One and Only, and Nie Huaisang still yearned. Still hoped. But maybe he should just accept it…

He was all alone in this world.

His parents in this reincarnation cycle were nice. A bit absent now that he was a university student, but they were always there for him. Still, they could never make up for what he lost in his first life - or at least in the first life he can remember -, and he felt a bit guilty for it. His nightmares and screams for a big brother he never had were a constant companion of his since his childhood, worrying his parents. Before he learnt how to hide his condition, he was taken to many doctors and psychiatrists to find out why a five-year-old little kid had PTSD but the only answer they could come up with was that he needs medicine.

After that, he was quick to learn how to hide his night terrors and memories from other people. After all, he still remembered how it felt to be locked in the psychiatry ward for being “insane” just because he knew he was reincarnated. Nobody believed in reincarnation for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, his cellphone rang on his nightstand. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to crawl out of his safe space under the table, but it was Xian’s ringtone.

He would always pick up his phone for the only person, the only friend he found in this life, Wei Wuxian.

The phone rang and rang until he picked it up. Wei Wuxian was the only constant connection he had to his first life; sometimes he found nobody, but most of the time he found Wei Wuxian at least. Sometimes his friend didn't remember, sometimes he did, but he always, always ended up finding his One. He always found Lan Wangji.

Nie Huaisang wasn't sure if he remembered in this lifetime or not, his friend was always hard to understand, but he didn't find his soulmate yet.

“A-Saaaang,” whined Wei Wuxian when Nie Huaisang finally picked up his phone.

“Xian…” he sighed.

“Don't be like that! I know you love me, and you love hearing my gorgeous voice as the first thing in the morning!” Wei Wuxian has always been and always will be a gremlin. His best friend, one he appreciated, but a gremlin nonetheless.

“What do you want?”

He could basically hear the pout in his friend's voice. “Spoilsport. Okay, but you know I work at the museum, right?” He waited until Nie Huaisang give an affirmative hum. “I might have met with the love of my life today, aaaaand I need you to take over me so I can go on a date with him. Pleeeeeeaseeeee?”

He expected this - well, not the situation but Wei Wuxian finding Lan Wangji -, but it still hurt. Countless lifetimes, and he was still so fucking jealous of them, for always meeting, for always falling in love at the first sight.

“When do I have to be there?” He sighed. It wasn't like he could say no to his friend. Not now, not ever.

“I knew you were the best!!! Thank youuuuu! You have to be there in- uh- ten minutes! Byeee~”

And with that, the line was dead, leaving Nie Huaisang frustrated, but not shocked. Of course Wei Wuxian would leave it until the last fucking minute to notify him. Of course he would.

A little more than ten minutes after the phone call, he arrived at the museum. A bit breathless, a lot red and sweaty from running, looking like a mess with his braids undone and jacket hanging on him carelessly, but he was there. Like in every lifetime, he wasn't an athletic type of person in this one either.

Thankfully not many people were in the museum that morning as it was a weekday, but he had to be ready for the guided tours and the odd tourists, art students and other visitors. He already knew his tasks, being at the receiving end of Wei Wuxian’s begging puppy eyes before, so it wasn't difficult to open the tiny art museum.

What was difficult, however, to face the topic of the new temporary exhibition. Wei Wuxian should have told him. He fucking should have told him.

It was fucking “The Cultivation World: Beyond the Myths”.

The fucker-

He stopped in front of the painting that haunted his dreams. The color work faded, the time left its signs on the painting. He didn't have to read the sign to know how long it took for the artist to paint it, to know its size or its title.

He felt a presence behind him. He should have been more concerned about the visitor, but he felt right. As if the person had every right to be there, to share the moment with Nie Huaisang.

He didn't dare to look back at the person. He didn't want to be disappointed. He started at the painting, transfixed by it, focusing on the past instead of the present.

The painting wasn't one of his best works. It was, however, the most emotional one. The pain, the love, the terror and the grief… the painting was a gateway to his heart. It was not something he ever wanted to see again.

It was something he needed to see. To tell his story; to share his pain.

He felt he was being watched. It wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't creepy.

It was familiar; safe. The visitor came closer, his steps slow but loud as they echoed in the room. His heart quickened.

It was time.

For what, he didn't know. But he felt like all of his lifetimes, all those years of grief and hopelessness were about to end.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, his eyes immediately finding the person.

Oh.

It felt like he was punched in his chest.

“Didi…” A whispered sound, not louder than a sigh. Was it the person or was he hallucinating?

He must have been hallucinating.

The person was staring back at him, his deep eyes full of longing. His hair was black, long and braided, his mustache made his handsome face stricter, more stern.

Nie Huaisang felt his mouth dry.

“Da-ge,” he breathed. Legs buckling beneath him, the only reason he didn't fall was because of those strong and safe arms he dreamt about for so long.

“I've got you, didi. I got you.”

Nie Huaisang wept.

He was finally whole.

#niecestweekend2023 #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #niecest #soulmates #mentions of wangxian

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jaggededges123 · 2 months

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niecest + canoe trip?

"Sang'er," Mingjue grumbled, his voice strained, "would you mind giving me a hand for maybe just two minutes?"

Huaisang turned his head to look back at his brother behind him, but his oar remained leaning against the bench he was sitting on. He pouted, but Mingjue was too busy avoiding the tree that was half fallen in the river to look.

“But Da-ge! You promised that I wouldn’t have to do anything at all, just look for birds!”

It was true. That was what Mingjue had said, to entice his didi to come on a proper excursion with him. He had thought that perhaps, Huaisang would change his mind and want to paddle together once he was out in the invigorating fresh air and hearing the bubbling of the river.

That was probably a silly thing to hope for, knowing Nie Huaisang.

“Hm,” Huaisang said, and it was in the very particular tone of voice that told Mingjue he was up to something—but again, Mingjue was desperately paddling to the other side of the river now, because there was another tree body. “I’ll help—if you do my chores for a week.”

“Is that all?” Mingjue grunted, bemused despite himself.

He was strong, but he could really use whatever help he could get, even if it came at a price. Huaisang’s chores weren’t much. Mingjue did almost everything already.

“Well, if you insist—a kiss, too. No, two kisses—wait, three!” Huaisang sounded very happy with the idea, as though Mingjue’s kisses (for Huaisang, specifically) were hard to come by. “A week of my chores, and three kisses. That’s my price.”

“Fine!” Mingjue barked, not angry but eager to finish off the deal before they rammed into whatever obstacle would come next. “Now pick up your oar please, didi!”

#thank you for prompting me :D #niecest #mdzs/cql #a triple drabble for you <3

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robininthelabyrinth · 1 year

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prompt 1: I'd love to see a niecest fic (where it is truly mutually requited, no hypnosis mindbreaks required; I'm a terribly softhearted romantic & just want to see them happy~) that incorporates your characterizations of the saber spirits somehow? Like, Baxia and Aituan, idk, end up like... bonded somehow by their masters getting together and that... maybe helps balance the qi deviations or IDK I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY *cough* ok. yes. something. prompt 2: ohhhh I know. Jiang Cheng gets some sort of temporary story-convenient amnesia and assumes that (probably still a small child)!Jin Ling is his son, Jin Ling maybe... doesn't correct him for a bit? ("Wait whose kid is this. Did I give birth to a kid somehow. I mean I guess that might as well have happened, sure.") prompt 3: turns out Wen Qing was also being kept secretly alive but imprisoned by the Jin sect all this time, and Jin Ling discovers her in the aftermath of canon. Chengqing y/y? ANYWAY please feel free to select any of these that may strike your fancy, do not feel obligated to pick more than one or any of them, actually. (also I'd appreciate not having my name published as the prompter of any of these, if you don't mind. I don't think you do that, as a general rule, but just in case you might have.) P.S. I adore your work; every day that you post something is a day considerably brightened for me. and also the other days, because I do a lot of rereading. <3 <3 <3

ao3

So. We're doing something about this, right?

Baxia stirred. Slowly, like a great big old rumbling beast that was actually quite fast when it wanted to be, which knew that there was nothing in the world that could hurt it and anything foolish enough to do so was destined to a terrible fate of being played with and then demolished. Cruelly. Viciously.

Without remorse.

Yes, she said with admirable patience. We will do something about...'this'.

Oh good, Aituan said, amazed, surprised, and relieved that he'd survived this far into the conversation. Baxia was scary, all right? There were masterless sabers less scary than her. Daughter of the dragon, one of the best-forged blades in the sect, and she'd been used to her full potential, too - basically the opposite of Aituan in every way shape or form, really. It's just, you know, my human's been leaking again and I hate it when that happens.

Nie Huaisang might have some faults as a human, Aituan would allow (mostly because Nie Huaisang would similarly allow, and even seemed a bit proud of), but he was an excellent master. Sure, he might not cultivate Aituan all that much - it was kind of amazing Aituan had a personality at all rather than being a lifeless hunk of metal - but that was fine! Aituan, infected by his master’s shaping, didn't especially want to be constantly cultivating anyway. They didn't need that, the two of them. They were chill.

I thought he'd stopped leaking in the bed once he'd reached the appropriately age..?

Not that type of leaking! Leaking from the face, I mean. Salt water.

Ah, Baxia said. Yes, my human does that, too. Quite a bit. I'd assumed it was a regular part of their function.

Aituan thought about what he knew about the senior Nie brother, who was a highly emotional sort of person - inclined towards wet eyes for a myriad of reasons, such as joy, sadness, rage, a bit of passing beauty, and even something Nie Huaisang very fondly called 'allergies'. He could see how Baxia might have reached that conclusion.

Well, my human doesn't do it very much at all, he said. Not for real, anyway. Only when he's unhappy.

Baxia didn't say anything.

This will make him less unhappy, Aituan added, because he might be a mute piece of metal, but silence was a little intimidating when the silence was Baxia's. That shit had weight, and heft, and maybe stabbing power. He thinks revealing the extent of his desires will lead your master to reject him.

Absurd.

I know! Your master is doting and meticulous with his affections. He would never turn his back on a beloved one.

Nie Mingjue had the stubbornness of a saber in that way, and Aituan meant that as a wholehearted compliment.

True, Baxia said, sounding satisfied - like any saber, she approved of people speaking highly about her master. Not to mention that the underlying 'issue' seems rather...pointless.

I know! Aituan exclaimed. I mean, I have no idea why humans are so hung up on all that grinding and grunting stuff -

I believe it's associated with human reproduction. Maybe.

Only when you have compatible male-female pairs, but you don't see humans stopping with that, do you? Aituan sighed. His master was something of an expert on this subject. Males, females, multiples, solo...you know, I think they do it for fun.

Baxia rumbled thoughtfully. Like training?

...I think they think it’s more fun than training, Aituan said, and tried to ignore Baxia's silent skepticism. Most humans, anyway; not necessarily yours. Humans are weird, okay?

The silence turned agreeable. That was something no saber would disagree with.

Anyway, put that aside. Let’s just take it as given that humans like grinding themselves against each other instead of against a proper whetstone, and that my master happens to very much want to grind against yours in particular. And yet he's tormenting himself and making himself unhappy and refusing to do anything about it because - you won't believe this - because they were forged by the same maker.

That’s the reason? Surely you jest.

I'm not, Aituan insisted. I asked my human about it specifically. That's the reason.

Baxia was displeased. That's ridiculous, she said. That's it? That's the cause of all this fuss?

Aituan was just happy someone finally understood his perspective about this whole fiasco. Nie Huaisang had a penchant for the dramatic, but he seemed quite earnestly distressed by this little non-dilemma, even after Aituan had assured him - having checked with Baxia - that his brother adored him unreasonably and would do anything he wished. He hadn't exactly appreciated Aituan's disbelief when he'd explained the issue, either - in the end, he'd just said that it was probably something sabers couldn't quite grasp.

I thought it was something serious, Baxia complained. The way my master has been carrying on, you'd think he was doing something evil in even wanting to do it. But there's no evil here! We would know!

Naturally. They were Nie sect sabers, forged and cultivated to fight evil from the very start; no one knew evil better than they.

And it's not as if my master's predecessor was any better. Look at the unusual ingredients he chose to use in forging his sons! Each one stranger than the next!

This was true. Nie Huaisang had once grown a tail in his sleep - Aituan had suppressed it on his behalf, naturally, and he was fairly certain that his master still regarded the entire event as a bad dream brought on by snacking excessively on that imported cheese from the south, but it had definitely happened.

The old Sect Leader Nie had a lot to answer for, really.

It would seem to solve a lot of problems for them to pair off together, Aituan agreed. They're a known quantity for each other, and it keeps either of them from bothering anyone else with their nonsense. They’d be able to pick forging ingredients for the next generation on the basis of logic rather than emotion. And they both want it! There's literally no problem here!

None at all that I can see, Baxia proclaimedwith a very reassuring tone of finality. We will fix this.

Yes!

And we will fix your cultivation as well.

Ye- wait, what?

My master’s cultivation has begun to exceed my own, Baxia explained. Humans don't have a consolidation period - they just keep growing even after they reach a breakthrough point. If he continues to grow at the current rate, he will exceed my reach within ten years.

That…wasn't good. It was in fact very bad.

The Nie sect practiced a complementary cultivation style, human and saber cultivating side by side along the path of the Great Dao. If the two ever fell seriously out of sync, they would increasingly risk qi deviation. Such a tragic end had been the fate of the Nie sect seniors whose sabers now rested in the saber tombs, and would likely consume their own masters eventually, absent some plan...

...which it sounded like Baxia had.

You are a weak cultivator, she said. Your master is, too. If we redirect my master's cultivation for the purpose of strengthening you and your master instead of increasing his own strength, it would add at least two dozen years to the timeline - and that will be enough for me to finish consolidating my own power and reach my own breakthrough, letting me match him once more. My master and I will then be able to cultivate side by side through the next period.

Huh. That meant work for him, which Aituan didn't especially want, but much less work than if he were doing all the cultivating himself. And it'd be good for his master, not needing to worry about losing his brother at a young age...

All right, he said. Say, how long is the next period? Until you run into another consolidation period and we need to start worrying again?

Baxia considered the question. Not terribly long, she said. Perhaps 200 years? Perhaps 250?

That seemed reasonable enough, right? How long did humans live, anyway?

Well, whatever. It was more than ten - his master ought to be thanking him (and Baxia!) for putting in so much effort on his behalf.

That's fine, Aituan said. All right, we're in agreement. So...now what?

#mdzs #baxia #aituan #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #lots of headcanon references #my fic #my fics #rather silly

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 8 months

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Okay then, tell me about the fanon pairs that don’t make you scream, aka, the best not canon ship.

LAN XICHEN/JIANG YANLI!!!!! (They deserve better okay and make the best in-law duo for Wangxian)

Uhhh what else... Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi (that childhood friend thing that's my jam sometimes)

Nie Mingjue/Jin Guangyao but like actually messed up and it's a train wreck that's the funnest part not goop, unless it's ghost coffin goop

Niecest (it's terri-bad drama that I live for because it's hilariously soap opera and funny in morbid ways)

Jiang Cheng/Jin Guangyao, RaccoonxDumpster UwU

That's about it for MDZS that I actively have ideas for and want to explore

As for SVSSS

I will die on the hill that is Tianlang-Jun/Liu Qingge

That's all that's it

(What is TGCF ships I don't do that here)

Crack pair: Liu Qingge/Wei Wuxian

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #svsss #scum villain #what is tgcf fandom I don't go here

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nova-appleade · 8 months

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A Twitter thread fic I'm posting here! I hope you all like it!

Cw// Niecest, brother/brother Incest

Da-ge works so much, so hard. His muscles are always tight, and his core... well, his core has seen better days.

So, of course, Huaisang takes it upon himself to pamper Mingjue occasionally. Nmj does so much for Nhs, it's really the very least Nhs could do. Besides, they both enjoy these little moments between them.

Nmj is sitting in the bath with Nhs behind him, gently combing through the long black hair that Nmj rarely lets down like this. It's gentle, therapeutic for Nmj... it reminds him of the days when he was small and his mother would comb through his hair and twist it into braids for him.

Nhs's fingers are soft, long, nimble, much like his own mother's. With not a single callous or scar. Truly Nmj has been too soft on Nhs these past few years.

However, those are thoughts for another time. For really, when Nhs's fingers are tracing through Nmj's hair, evening it of its knots and tangles, pushing shampoo through the locks, any and all thought flies from Nmj's mind. He is truly content in these moments between them.

It's as if the world melts away and all that exists is Nmj and Nhs.

Nmj truly worries about so much from his usual day to day.

Nhs's heart aches for his brother. Nhs wants to help Nmj in any way possible. Nhs loves Nmj, truly.

So Nhs gently scrubs at Nmj's scalp, easing the soap into his skin and hair, smiling at the soft sounds that his Da-ge makes because it feels so good.

They don't do this often, but in the safety of their own privacy, they can truly be themselves with each other. No expectations from the Sect of how they should be, no judgmental looks, no responsibilities holding anyone back.

It is tender and pure, as pure as they both could be in this together.

Like normal, Nhs is the one to break the silence between them. "Da-ge...?"

"Hmm...?"

"Do you think I could get another bird?"

Nmj's eyes flicker open. "Huaisang..." He groans, a tired, strained sound from his throat.

"I mean it! My little a'Jue is lonely! You know birds need friends!" Nhs pouted in his usual way when he wanted something and Nmj was being difficult.

"I still can't believe you named that bird after me." Nmj rolled his eyes.

"But he looks just like you!"

"He's a bird."

"Yeah, that looks like you! Even Er-ge agrees!"

Another sigh escaped Nmj. He failed to see how a bird could look like him. "Are you trying to butter me up or make me angry?"

"Alright, alright..." Nhs was pouting again, something Nmj could hear in his voice, didn't even have to look at him to know it.

They sunk into a silence again, this one a bit more tense than before. Nhs hated silences like that between them, so he was soon talking again.

"What if I name the new bird after me? Then we can have a pair of tiny us's~" he smiled, playful.

"What would the purpose of that be?"

"Oh come on, it'll be cute! Don't you like cute things? Who doesn't like cute things, Da-ge?"

"Well I like you, so..." Nmj rolled his eyes.

Nhs pulled at a lock of hair particularly hard, causing Nmj to jump at the unexpected pain of it.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry." Nhs smiled innocently.

"Sure..."

"I'm serious, you know!"

"About what?"

"Wanting a new bird, bone head!"

Nmj sunk into the bath, on the edge of defeat already. Once Huaisang decided he wanted something, it was hard, nigh impossible, to convince him otherwise. And Nmj was much too tired to argue with him right now.

"You don't need a new bird." Nmj uttered, to Nhs pulling his hair again. "Ow!"

"Are you not listening to me? A'Jue needs a friend! So yes, I do need one! For him!" Nhs gave Nmj a firm look, which was more of a pout, which was more cute than anything.

"Ugh... fine, fine. I'm too tired to do this with you right now."

"Thank you, Da-ge!" Huaisang smiled happily, as if a switch had been flicked in him upon hearing those words. He leaned down, tilting Nmj's head back so he could kiss his forehead, right in between his eyebrows.

"Mmhmm..." Nmj closed his eyes at the action. "You did this deliberately..."

"Oh nonsense! I love taking care of my Da-ge~"

"Uh huh..."

"I do. Truly..." Huaisang spoke, voice a gentle purr as he kissed his head again. "Sometimes I would just like a bird in return, though."

A joke, Nmj knew, and one that had him smiling at the ridiculousness of it. "Sure, Huaisang... anything you want..."

#niecest

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tavina-writes · 3 months

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Hello!

For the ship ask game: Niecest

Ana! :D

😌 I love all the Nie Bros ship asks I've been getting because !!! My kingdom for them honestly. :D It's always good to know that my obsessions are obvious!

Niecest: They are so deeply important to me and this drives me verifiably insane all the time. I do not want them in the pear wiggler, I want them extremely happy.

Ship It

What made you ship it?

To me, NHS and NMJ operate as a binary star system where they're the most important to each other at all times and this compels me.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

The depth of devotion is really important to me? Yes they have their conflicts and problems and moments when they're not in agreement with each other, but there's! just! something! to be said! about being the most important person in someone else's life and I've always been so so so fond of the "I would die for you." "But would you live for me?" dynamic.

(Also ofc NMJ ;-; dies. still crying about this one guys. in MY mind they live happily ever after.)

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I'm not entirely sure what is and isn't popular when it comes to fellow Niecest enjoyers but overall I think NMJ is more observant than people give him credit for and NHS is a lot less observant than people give him credit for. Also NHS takes up more space when they're sleeping bc he sleeps like a starfish and NMJ is squashed between his brother and the wall.

#ship it/don't ship it ask game #asks and answers #rs: da-ge and didi #I just really love them both and I would like them to be happy for once #ue ue ue (sound of crying)

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lil0-0blume · 3 months

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I want to learn how to make edits because I have a list of Lana del Rey songs for every couple that I ship on the mxtx universe (and also for characters alone) but I don’t even know how to start… 🫠🫠

(I already edited before but only some silly things 😭😭)

List of the couples here if anyone is interested:

- HuaLian: Young and Beautiful (Classic, romantic, them)

-Wangxian: Summetime sadness (pls don’t kill me)

-Bingqiu: ArtDeco (like… the vibe?? Just-)

-Moshang: Playing Dangerous (For me, Sqh flirting is something like this -when he’s not afraid ofc)

-Beefleaf: Freak (trust meeee)

-YinZhen: Sad Girl (I’m not afraid to speak the word!!)

-XueXiao: Dark Paradise (Literally died for then, my Roman Empire)

-YueJiu: Cinnamon Girl (the definition of deserved better)

-FengQing: Diet Mountain Dew (THEM. JUST THEM.)

-Bingjiu: Ultraviolence (Got the hots for them but they also deserved better, to god -mxtx- they weren’t her favorite at all lol)

-JunMei: Fishtail (“this is an work of art” seriously, the “You’ll braid my hair” is literally how I envision them in the future, healing, together)

-Niecest: Lust for life (Like you heard that??? The “but my boyfriend’s back… and he’s cooler than ever…” - You cannot convince me otherwise it isn’t them!!!!)

List for the characters:

Binghe: Jealous girl (he was the easiest one for me and I don’t have to explain myself… BE AGGRESSIVE BE- )

Hua Cheng: Cherry (It just reminds me of him!! He really does fall to pieces many times on the story, literally, psychologically and emotionally, in good and bad ways…)

Lan Wangji: Serial killer/Happiness is a butterfly (Suprised for the first one?? Well, for me it’s about the intensity in his love, the type of doing anything and everything for the one he loves… I swear he’s just so dramatic and its just captures his teen phase of ‘first love and I don’t know what to do about it so I’ll just fantasy’ About the second… His time with his love in the first live was short and not completely well lived with so much problems and yet, and yet… he found happiness, also the “if he’s a serial killer than what’s the worst” just fits with the fact that he did in fact tried to save Wwx even against all the things others talked about him, regardless of the truth, he does what he needs to for who he needs… “Looking into his eyes I think he’s already hurt” IM SO SORRY I CANT LIE)

Shen Jiu: Born to die (like I’m not even trying to hurt anyone here but I know it hurts…)

Shen Qingqiu: Doin Time (Why?? Like, “the living is ease” vibe and the sudden “I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil” just reminds me to much of the fact that he’s the “villain”!! And I just imagined the “Louie” in the song as Sqh so much anyway)

Xie Lian: Brooklyn Baby (I don’t think I have to explain this one also right… the fans go “Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool… but he’s not as cool as me…” and also, “Baby I’m a gangsta too and takes two the tango” gets me thinking of two different sceneries, a dance with Hua Cheng as his flower and a dance with words representing his martial god nature)

Wei Wuxian: Salvatore (Salvatore is just him, really, the vibe of, like, even if you’re being murdered, you’re smiling and you’re smiling cause you know that, some way, you’ve just fucking won, of being on a serious situation and taking it lightly because is just his way to do things but at same time not as a mockery or a joke to all the suffering, the pain, but rather, an acceptance with a smile… oh gosh what a ride)

Mobei Jun: Black Beauty (like referring to a cold, untouchable beauty like himself, because honestly, life is beautiful but it took a while for him to see the colors but he managed to find his light, or, his “sparrow blue”…)

Shan Qinghua: Meet me at the pale moonlight (I swear, even if doesn’t make sense, for me, his “pale moonlight” is Mobei Jun… but seriously?? The “I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?” part FR FR WTH that’s his life you’re singing about Lana)

Xue Yang: Blue Jeans (“Love’s mean… and love hurts” to “I’ll love till the end of times… I’ll wait a million years” is honestly just what he did and also that slightly possessive part “promise you’ll remember that you’re mine” inspired by his insecurities and regrets, only because he was afraid to lose him… couldn’t get any sadder)

Xiao Xingchen: Margaret (In another word yes, yes it could get sadder… He’s just so good… “It kind makes me laugh”, Ah I just keep reminding that scene where he’s with XY, laughing because he’s the easy laugh type of person… And also the “the soul that you bring to the table” I just like to interpret that in a way that he made a family out a villain and homeless distrusting girl and that the “soul” spoken off on the song it’s theirs, how they find “soul” in there, in themselves, in each other…)

Anyway

…Any tips on video edition…? 👀👀

#tgcf #svss #mdzs #hualian #wangxian #bingqiu #moshang #beefleaf #YinZhen #XueXiao #YueJiu #FengQing #BingJiu #junmei #niecest #lana del rey

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[Reincarnation AU, better chance next life]

Niecest | Mo Dao Zu Shi cw: incest + non-incest reincarnation 11-07-2021

[#niecest - better chance next life] (cw for, well incest, + non-incest reincarnation, canon-divergence)

the nie brothers had a type of love for each other they have learned quickly was not... usual for brothers. They had grown to love each other rather than simple brothers, and when they were old enough to realise it, they were also old enough to know no one should know (and they weren't young enough for it to be passed as some kind of possibly weird joke made by a child anymore).

The cultivation world did find a bit weird how close these two brothers were, but they partly assume it was only how they had grown up together without any other family. At the end of the day, they weren't exactly the weirdest and most peculiar duo out there.

Outside they acted as brothers and nothing more, simply showing a close bond that some might have.

But behind closed doors, they would indulge in the love they shouldn't be having.

It had been hard for nmj at times, believing he might have done something wrong for nhs to turn out like this too. He could have lived his life ignoring his strange love for his younger brother, keeping a safe distance.

but sometimes he wondered if he had influenced nhs in this kind of relationship if he had ever made any wrong step for them to end up here.

yet nhs would always reassure him with light kisses, telling him it had always been like this, that his precious da-ge had always been his most important. he would sweep away those worries with reassuring words, kisses and promise that he had truly not caused this.

everything was alright, secretly living their love behind closed doors, which they found restraining but couldn't do much about it.

Of course, sometimes it was hard, as nmj was still the sect leader, which they both knew he would need to eventually find a wife to have an heir. It was something they both knew would happen, so they enjoyed their time as much as possible.

little did they know that fate wouldn't even leave them that kind of time.

when nmj died, nhs made sure that his body would stay protected and never be touched by anyone else. He knew something was off about how his brother die, and he wouldn't allow anything else to happen to him. it was hard, truly, leaving all these years without his dear brother by his side, slowly scheming revenge for him, playing a huge game of chess.

he did try to find people to replace nmj, even for one night, but they never were enough, something was missing. they simply weren't him.

Then, once his grand plan was over, he tried living as best as he could, knowing now that nmj had been avenged. It made him feel better for some time, until he was back to how it was, avenging his da-ge didn't mean it would make him come back.

He had been tempted to ask for wwx help, after all, the man had made it once, maybe he could do it twice. But he wouldn't be able to go over the fact that he took away nmj chance at reincarnating. when he was on his deathbed, all he wished for was to have the possibility to meet him again in another life.

"Maybe we will be luckier this time..." was one of his last thoughts before dying.

century skip｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Wu mingjue was sitting at his usual spot in the café, drinking some coffee as he was going over some notes for his afternoon classes. Yet his attention couldn't stay on that for long, his gaze wandering back to a young man sitting in a corner, focused on something he was drawing, drinking from what seemed more like sugar with added coffee than coffee itself. He had seen the kid at his college (most likely an art student by the look of what he was carrying around and what he was always doing, maybe the clothes too).

he had seen him around many times, yet he couldn't shake off the impression that... he had seen him somewhere before. Something in him simply wanted to walk up to him and talk to him, but he couldn't tell where this was from.

So he instead simply sat in another corner, nearly faking studying as he would observe the young man sitting at the other corner.

It had become a habit in the past three weeks, to come here every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoon simply to see him. It was this feeling of knowing him from somewhere that he couldn't shake off.

But he also felt like if he kept going, he would look like a stalker, especially with how often he would observe him for a bit when he would see him in the college, often working on some drawing.

(also, he would lie if he said the young man didn't look attractive (his friend would even argue he has a small crush), he had a really pretty face and despite his fashion don't bring one wmj would ever wear, it was really fitting for him).

Yet, until now he had never been caught (yet one of his best friends did tell him it was creepy to do that).

He sighed when he realised he couldn't study like this and that he would simply look at the young man until he needed to go to class. he closed his laptop, taking another gulp of his coffee, throwing a last glance to the young artist.

Their eyes met.

It made him jump a bit, looking away immediately. he cursed internally, telling himself it look even more weird to act like this when the other man probably didn't even notice he was looking at him.

but if he did notice before then it would be weird and he didn't want to come across as creepy to the young man. Had he noticed how suddenly wmj was coming when he was here? How he kept on looking his way without really doing what he was doing?

it was really not good if he did.

He finished placing his thing back into his back, drinking more hot coffee before standing up to leave.

"Maybe I should avoid coming when he's here," he thought to himself as a way to fix this.

｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Chen Huaisang had started coming to this café after it was recommended by a friend ("You can sketch people all you want, the staff won't bother you as long as you do buy something").

He ended up coming after his morning classes for lunch, enjoying the decor and how the va-et-vient of people was slow enough that he can sketch people to practice, but fast enough that new people would have to the possibility to draw. but there was something else.

or rather, someone.

He had noticed this other student who came here. He had seen him in school and sometimes, when he would come across this wide back he felt like running up to it and calling out to this person (he sometimes even had the ghost of a name on his tongue, but could never actually know what name he thought he wanted to call this person).

the man was seriously attractive too, hence how he also attracted his attention, but there was /something/ about him that seemed... familiar, like someone he really wants by his side, as if it was someone that /should/ have been by his side since forever. Looking at this wide back sometimes gave him a weird feeling of deja vue, but he knew it couldn't be possible.

He wanted to talk to the man, but he seemed always busy (or a bit grumpy too, to which he didn't want to make it worst). This weird feeling was enough to want to make him talk to him, but the man happened to be his type, how could he not want to talk to him?

so seeing him come to this café caused him to stay. even more, he notices how their schedule coincided. He knew the man would steal some glances his way ("Is he feeling the same as me?" he wonder more than once).

He couldn't tell either how many times he sketched this man, his hand sometimes adding lines he didn't really mean to as they didn't exactly work with his face, yet it came as tho it was supposed to be that (although sometimes he felt like he could draw him without even look at him).

hopefully, he wasn't too obvious when he drew him, although he had learned to be sneaky.

then one time his eyes met his when he looked back again, feeling a bit surprised that they had suddenly looked at each other at the same time. He decided to throw a small smile his way, even giving him a little wave to acknowledge him.

He was a bit sad to see him go.

Then he noticed how the other student seemed to avoid coming at the same time as him and it did somehow hurt a bit. Had he done something wrong? Was acknowledging him bad?

He instead tried to find other times when the man would come, always sitting a bit closer to the usual corner the man would use.

then one time, as they arrived at the same time, chs suddenly grabbed his sleeve lightly, the man stopping in his tracks, clearly startled that he approached him suddenly.

"Would you like to have coffee with me?" he asked with a soft smile a bit nervous that he would be rejected and that he mistook everything. the pause made him doubt, but then the taller one replied "Of course".

So they went in (wmj even suggesting helping to carry his portfolio and school bag) to get their usual coffee, sitting in the corner chs usually sits at.

It was the first time they ever spoke and stayed together like this, yet it felt like they were supposed to be there.

they both had the feeling they would be great together.

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I might add more to this weird AU of a better chance in next life. also, I hope the Chinese name doesn't sound bad I tried making them alright despite not being familiar with what are and aren't family names in china (and I didn't want to keep nie, since they aren't from the nie sect anymore and don't know each other either)

anyway, hope the idea does please some

Original

#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #niecest #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #modern au #reincarnation #meeting in another life #cw !ncest

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the-proship-hellhole · 2 years

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I'm sorry. I need to rant.

This is a thing antis say that really fucking irks me.

"Our issue with you is that you all get off on it"

Unless you are some creepy stalker engaging in illegal levels of hacking, you have no fucking idea what we actually get off to.

Just because we like something doesn't mean it's sexual for us.

All of the pro-shippers you say that to, I have never ONCE seen indicate that that's what they get off to.

So fucking what if we write smut of the ships? So fucking what if we draw NSFW art of the ships? So fucking what if we talk about the NSFW aspects of our ships?

Do you accuse furry artists of getting off to the NSFW stuff they draw?

Do you think Stephen King gets off to child gangbang rapes?

Do you think GRR Martin gets off to rape and incest?

You know fucking nothing about us.

Seriously, LEAVE. US. THE FUCK. ALONE.

~ Mod Niecest

#mod niecest #profic #proship #anti ship #anti shipping #anti fiction #problematic shipping #mod niecest rants

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deathbyoctopi · 1 month

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writing pattern tag game

Ok, ok, let's see what comes out of this! XD for your curiosity, @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior and @10holmes

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.

They were benders, Tenzin remembered thinking the first time he saw them. (From A way out of extinction, a Legend of Korra fic.)

His new master was fussy, Xiao Xingchen quickly learned. (From When Song Lan's away, the cats will play, a xuexiao fic.)

It was a festive event. (From Not on a bronze mirror, a tteotm Xiao Lin / Tantai Jin fic)

“Close your eyes, a-Yang…” (From Wet cat dreams and Fish out of water, two xuexiao fic twins.) ((Counting them together because they intentionally have the same first line! Hahaha, cheating!))

Mo Xuanyu was idle, enjoying the sunset from a high balcony. (From From golden husk, a paper flower, a xuanyang fic)

Wei Wuxian felt a chill down his spine, but he assumed it was either because the blanket lay discarded at the feet of their bed, or due to Lan Zhan’s hardness buried deep inside his body. (From Wei Ying's day off, a wangxian fic).

The pleasure houses of Jinlintai were a world of lights hiding dark shadows and fragrant silks hiding sharp secrets. (From Gentle breeze, cold frost, sweet crimson drizzle, a songxuexiao fic).

“Xichen! Wangji!” (From Let Wangji do the talking, a jadecest fic)

“Snow! Da-ge! Come look, da-ge! It’s snow!” (From A fluffy prision, a niecest fic)

Jinlintai was hideous. (From Secrets light as a feather, a jadecest fic,)

So... What do all these words worming around tell us??

I see a few examples of starting sentences to show the feelings of the pov character, or somethimes their thoughts. A more descriptive setting is also shown sometimes, but often with a subjective point of view because it's still the character's opinion.

I also like to start with a line of dialogue, sometimes! To show who is directly opposite whomever is talking (and sometimes you can tell who that is just by their words >w<). Setting a scene just by having two characters talk is something I love doing, you can get such a good gist of their personality and the circumstances they find themselves in with so little <3

However, a long sentence can also go far if it shows an unexpected surprise for the reader (like wwx over there in num. 6 XD)

And 4 out of these 10 fics have already in their opening line something directly connected to the heart or the conclusion of the fic... foreshadowing with a high-intensity laser, here! XD

That was fun! I reread more of my stuff that I care to admit, with this game...

Thanks!

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enbyleighlines · 2 years

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What your Fav MDZS Ship Says About You

(I saw one of these before and wanted to do my own version. No offense meant, this is all for shits and giggles.)

WANGXIAN

Prior to reading MDZS, you were getting bored with all those one-note ship dynamics. Childhood friends? Enemies to lovers? Opposites attract? Now you have an OTP that has ALL the popular ship dynamics, and WangXian has ruined you for all other ships.

NINGXIAN

You don’t like that Wen Ning is always the third wheel, and think that he deserves to smooch Wei Wuxian, too.

WANGNINGXIAN

You do like Wen Ning being the third wheel, but you would like it even more if he got to join in.

WANGXIANYU

You have constructed an elaborate personality and backstory for Mo Xuanyu and think he deserves to be the filling in a WangXian sandwich.

XUEXIAO

You prefer ships to have one person who could at any point snap and murder the other.

NIEYAO

You prefer ships where either person could at any point snap and murder the other.

XIYAO

You just want good things for Jin Guangyao.

NIELAN

You just want good things for Nie Mingjue.

3ZUN

You just want good things for Lan Xichen. That, or you’re a former Homestuck who doesn’t understand why Auspisticism never got the same attention as the other three quadrants.

SONGXIAO

You like your ships angsty but without either of them being objectively terrible people.

NIECEST

You like your ships angsty as possible and you’re openly into incest.

CHENGXIAN

You like your ships angsty as possible but you’re in denial about being into incest.

XIANQING

You’re a heterosexual who got dragged into watching the live action and you don’t really know what’s going on.

XIANLI

You’re a heterosexual who got dragged into watching the live action and you REALLY don’t know what’s going on.

CHENGQING

You started with the live action and/or you think Jiang Cheng’s entire character could be fixed by a nice, long pegging session.

XICHENG

You think Jiang Cheng’s entire character could be fixed if he could go on double-dates with his brother.

SANGCHENG

You don’t necessarily think that Jiang Cheng’s character would be fixed by dating Nie Huaisang, but it WOULD be super funny.

XUANLI

You have a thing for tsundere characters and were willing to forgive Jin Zixuan for being a jerk to Jiang Yanli when they were kids.

MINGLI

You have a thing for tsundere characters but you were NOT willing to forgive Jin Zixuan for being a jerk to Jiang Yanli.

QINGLI

You have a thing for tsundere characters but only if they’re women.

MIANLI

You think Jiang Yanli needs to avoid tsundere characters altogether.

CHENGXUAN

Your love of tsundere characters knows no bounds.

#mo dao zu shi

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 5 months

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A thank you for @jaggededges123 for organizing the Niecest Weekend. Thank you, it was so much fun to write with them, and I'm sure it will be even more enjoyable to read what others came up with. 💕

Incoming call: Bane of Existence 💚

Of course, Nie Mingjue thought with fond annoyance, picking up his phone even though he was in the middle of a time-sensitive task.

“Daaa-geee,” the irritating voice of his spoiled didi sang. He could almost see him leaning against the locker, playing with his waist length hair, bringing attention to his gorgeous locks.

“What do you want,” he grunted. He knew what he wanted; he already closed the documents and powered off his laptop.

His didi needed him.

“Why are you like this with me?” Nie Huaisang pouted. “I could be in big trouble, I could have been kidnapped or hurt or on my deathbed! You would have been forever guilty if it would have been your last words to his beloved didi!”

“Didi.” The warning in his tone was obvious.

A put-out sigh, “You are no fun. Can you pick me up? Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had to leave for some family stuff. It's cold outside. Pleeeeeeaseeeee, don't make your didi freeze to death!”

Nie Mingjue nodded to his secretary, leaving in a hurry. Of course, he didn't want Nie Huaisang to freeze; he never wanted his didi to experience any hardships in his life.

It didn't mean Nie Huaisang had to know he was already on his way. “I told you a thousand times that you should get your driver's license,” he grunted, falling into the argument like pulling up an old and faded shoes - shoes he didn't want to throw out even if it inconvenienced everybody. Nie Huaisang would never get his driver's license because Nie Mingjue would always drive the spoiled brat everywhere and anywhere, but his pride would never let himself acknowledge it. So, the argument stayed.

“But Daaa-geee,” Nie Huaisang whined. “You know I don't want to. You'd have me do something I don't want to? So cruel! I should run away from such a cruel da-ge…”

Nie Mingjue shook his head. His didi was so dramatic.

“Besides, you will always be there for me,” Nie Huaisang said, painfully truthful. Yes. Nie Mingjue would always be there for him.

“Ten minutes,” he noted as he pulled up the familiar address, noting the quickest route there, and hung up.

It took eight minutes and thirty-two seconds to get there. But who was counting?

He drove up to the familiar figure lounging around the entrance and rolled his window down.

“Your carriage awaits, Princess,” he teased his brother, who grinned mischievously. His didi was a sight for sore eyes. Always so pretty, only seventeen, but looking like the most gorgeous model ever existing. Nie Mingjue wasn't sure who that was, but he was sure that his didi was even prettier. His long hair fell like a waterfall over his shoulders, leaving his slender neck bare.

His didi was the prettiest.

“Come here,” he murmured. There was nobody around. Good.

Nie Huaisang stepped towards the open window, leaning against the car.

“How was school?” Nie Mingjue asked, already knowing the answer. His didi always got into trouble with his friends; if they wouldn't have been a godsend, finally helping Nie Huaisang to experience what a normal friendship was, he would have forbid him to be with them. Those boys were good boys, smart and from a good family, but they were Trouble with a big T.

“It was fine!” Nie Huaisang smiled innocently, his pale face flushed with lie. He was so good at lying and manipulating others, but Nie Mingjue could read him like an open book.

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue snorted. “So, no trouble, right?”

“Yup, no trouble at all!”

Nie Mingjue raised a skeptical eyebrow, but nodded. “Good boy,” he said, and grinned. “You deserve a reward then, don't you?”

Nie Huaisang blushed bright red, looking around as if there would be somebody around them. Nie Mingjue was more careful than that. Nie Huaisang shuffled closer, leaning in to peck Nie Mingjue’s cheek, waiting for one in return. As if Nie Mingjue would be satisfied with a familiar little peck.

He cupped Nie Huaisang's cheek, who immediately leaned into it, his eyelashes fluttering closed. What a good didi he had. Pulling his precious jewel close, he pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue inside Nie Huaisang's mouth. His didi moaned shakily, yielding immediately, letting him explore the inside of his mouth. The kiss was quick, but scorching hot, wet, and tasted sweet like sugar and candy and everything nice.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang whispered, naked want in his voice.

“Later, didi,” Nie Mingjue promised. “Come, get inside,” he said, his eyes barely able to look away from those pink lips swollen and shiny after their stolen kiss.

“Yes, da-ge.”

The drive was uneventful; Nie Huaisang was never one to sit still when he was bored, but could be the most patient person when he wanted something.

They got home without any incident. His patient little didi pretended, he wanted nothing, that everything was fine. He dressed in comfy shorts as if it wasn't freezing cold outside, and his favorite see-through shirt he stole from Nie Mingjue, and chatted his brother's ear off.

Nie Mingjue hid his smirk, switching on the TV. If his didi wanted to play like this, he would indulge. He had and always would indulge his dramatic little brat.

“I'm not sure about football,” Nie Huaisang pouted, throwing a pale leg over Nie Mingjue's. It was another old argument between them.

“I never told you to choose football. I told you to do sport! You chose it because of the Jiang boy,” Nie Mingjue reminded his didi. All he wanted was his brother to do something, to move and not just laze around like the pampered princess he was.

“But Daaa-geee,” his didi whined, dramatically throwing himself into Nie Mingjue's lap. “I wanted to join to a team where I at least knew somebody!”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue patted his didi's head.

“I should just give up sport. I will never be good at anything.” Nie Huaisang took Nie Mingjue's hand away from his head, taking it into his palms to play with it. Nie Mingjue was always in awe of how smaller his didi was compared to him. He wasn't tiny, not exactly, but next to Nie Mingjue, his jewel was itty-bitty, perfectly bite-sized.

“You will do no such thing.” If there was one thing he wouldn't give, even for his didi - ESPECIALLY for his didi - was this. “What about self defense? Or dance? You always liked to dance,” he offered as a potentially fun alternative.

Nie Huaisang poundered, one perfectly manicured finger tapping his lower lip, bringing his brother's attention back to that perfect bow. “Maybe…”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue sighed. That was his brother's scheming face.

“Thank you, Da-ge! I know what I will do!” He sang, smacking a big kiss on Nie Mingjue's cheek.

“I'm already afraid,” he grunted, teasing.

“You are mean!”

The pout on Nie Huaisang's lips was begging to be kissed. Though, Nie Mingjue didn't want to give him the satisfaction yet, so he held himself back. His hands grabbed his tiny brother's tinier waists, pulling him properly to his lap. Their breath mixed, the touch of Nie Huaisang's tights around his drove him wild.

“Am I?” He asked, one hand pressing into soft skin.

“The meanest,” Nie Huaisang whispered, his eyes burning, teeth digging into his lips.

Nie Mingjue petted his jewel's back, caressing, until he released the tension in his body, until he was breathing heavily, squirming in his lap.

Nie Huaisang whined, hips rolling, seeking more friction. It was hellish to ignore his own hardness, but anything for his didi. “So, so mean to your beloved didi!”

“And how can this cruel da-ge prove that he can be nicer to you?”

“Oh!” Nie Huaisang breathed. “Touch me, da-ge! Touch me and tell me I'm pretty!”

Nie Huaisang's words were Nie Mingjue's orders. “The prettiest! So lean and gorgeous! Your skin is better than the softest silk,” he whispered, his ha da gripping Nie Huaisang's thighs. He knew he wasn't a poet, he wasn't the best with words unlike his brother, but if his didi needed compliments, compliments he got.

Nie Huaisang gasped, melting against his brother's body. “And?”

“And you are a miracle, such a smart boy wrapped in the prettiest package. You are everything anybody wants. My beloved didi… so soft and perfectly handful everywhere.” His hands settle on Nie Huaisang's hips, squeezing the lovely love handles he was obsessed with. His little didi was so soft, little chubby, and the extra meat on Nie Huaisang's stomach and thighs always made him lose his mind. They were so different - one huge and muscled, the other tiny and pleasantly plump -, yet they fit together perfectly.

Nie Huaisang made a small broken moan, rutting against Nie Mingjue's stomach.

“Da-geee!”

“Impatient little brat,” he grunted fondly. He touched and groped and caressed the beloved body. His didi was panting, horny beyond belief, and he could barely hold back himself anymore. His cock was straining against his pants, uncomfortable and aching, so hard for his perfect little jewel.

“I'm dyiiiing! Hurry uuup!” Demanded his beloved brat. He gave in; one hand slid under the shorts, finding his brother's hardness. Broken little sounds came from Nie Huaisang as Nie Mingjue worked on him, his palm engulfing his slender cock. Nie Mingjue hid his face into his didi's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin.

Drunk on his didi, his hips moved on their own accord.

He wants to take Nie Huaisang, against the table, on the floor, thrown across the edge of the couch, it didn't matter, but he was too pent up for that. He was far too gone to be patient enough to prepare Nie Huaisang, and there was no way he would hurt him.

Next round, yes. But now he just wanted to come. He wanted to paint his pretty princess white with his cum, wanted to make him cry as his hand helped him through completion. Then, he would eat him out; lick him until he'd scream, taste him and spread him wide open. He would make him come on his tongue, then he would fuck him. He'd fuck a third orgasm out of his didi, maybe even a fourth, until he wouldn't be able to speak and move. He'd render his didi a mindless doll, just the way he craved it.

He gritted his teeth; the lightest touch of his didi's dainty little finger on his foreskin, and he almost ended then and there. Nie Huaisang nudged away his hand on himself, replacing it with his soft ones, barely covering part of it. His fingers were too small and his grip too loose, but it felt so deliciously sinful.

They worked on each other, their harsh breathing and the wet noises of their enjoyment loud in the silent room. His didi's little whining moans were the only music he needed in his life.

Nie Mingjue's muscles were straining from the pleasure he didn't allow himself to chase. Nie Huaisang was his priority - always.

One of his hands were around Nie Huaisang, the other gripping into his plump ass. His mouth couldn't part from his didi's delicious skin, covering his neck and throat with little bites and purple hickeys.

“So pretty, so delicious and all of this miracle, just for me.”

Their rhythm changed, both desperately chasing their orgasm.

“I'm coming! Da-ge, I'm coming!” Nie Huaisang whined. He already looked fucked out; saliva dripping from open lips, eyes rolling back. He was gorgeous. And only Nie Mingjue's.

His didi was addictive. His pretty little cock and tight hole, his soft belly and lovely neck, his desperate mewls and demanding orders - everything that made Nie Huaisang into Nie Huaisang was perfect.

At last, Nie Huaisang's orgasm shudders through him, eyes clenched and toe curled. His whimpering little sounds and delirious expression was enough to push him through the edge. Nie Huaisang's pleasure was his pleasure.

They cuddled close, panting and slowly going down from the high. He didn't want to move, and why would they? They had all the time in the world to be like that, legs and arms intertwined, hearts beating at the same rhythm, breathing each other in and closing anything else out.

“I meant what I said. You really are the prettiest, most perfect jewel. You are amazing didi,” Nie Mingjue confessed.

“And yours,” Nie Huaisang added, self-satisfaction and smugness coloring his voice.

“Mine.”

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