When Ning-er had reappeared on the battlefield, fighting on the side of the allied sects, it had seemed so obvious -- they had taken his ward and done something awful to him, threatened or controlled him in some way, to force Ning-er to fight against his own family. A-Qing as well, was surely being used against her will, her brilliant hands forced to heal her enemies. They must have been so afraid, his wards -- they were not warriors, and he had kept them from the battlefields for that very reason. Wen Weiyi must have been rolling in his grave, that Wen Rouhan, in his carelessness, had allowed his cousin's children to be captured out from under his own roof.
The order had been to rescue them. Save them. To find them, and bring them back home. Ning-er died in the battle, at the hands of a Wen disciple, no less. The soldiers had dared to try and justify their failure by claiming Ning-er was a traitor.
When he told his sons, Chao-er had flown into a blistering rage, torn tapestries from the walls and flung furniture across the room. He had demanded the death of the entire company, some hundred and sixty soldiers, for the death and insult of his cousin.
Xu-er had said and done nothing, only cradled his head in shaking hands, and tried to breathe.
What if they were a proper family and they loved each other. What if the Wens were “fuck everyone who isn’t Us” kind of villains. What if Wen Rouhan and his sons were still objectively evil and needed to be stopped. What if Wen Ning and Wen Qing needed to make a Choice. What about that. What would you do.
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[A-die's replacemen (18+)]
ChaoLiu | Mo Dao Zu Shi
cw: one-sided incest
12-07-2021
[#chaoliu, fun time turned slightly angsty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯] (NSFW)
(cw: (one-sided) incest)
It wasn't anything new for wc, than to call wzl to his room, everyone was used to the young master being so demanding of their sect leader's bodyguard. but little did anyone really know what wc was doing with wzl behind those closed doors, hidden by silent talisments. or rather what he was letting wzl do to him.
Sure, he had a loud mouth and wasn't really discreet about sleeping with anyone he found good, but sometimes he wanted someone else to be in charge, he wanted to feel a different kind of pleasure and wzl was there for it, he clearly didn't mind it either.
the first time it happened it was some rather angry and drunken (at least, he was drunk) sex. he couldn't even tell what had pushed him to provoke wzl, nor did he know what made the man act either (he had searched for the man limit and it seemed like he could go with anything).
He may not remember how it started, but he remembers how it felt. The feeling of being pinned down under someone else, strong hands keeping him in place has hips rapidly slapped against his bottom. hot breath against his nap, noise barely escaping the man's mouth.
It had felt really good and he wasn't going to stop doing it because he wasn't the one doing the ponding (tho it did take a hot moment for him the realise he did enjoy taking it from behind).
But being treated that way also allow for something wc had tried to hide for years now to resurface again. when he couldn't see wzl, he could very well imagine anyone else doing what wzl was doing and his mind would betray him with images of someone he /should not/ be thinking about at such a moment.
But he had decided that if no one knew, maybe he could allow these thoughts to for as long as their little session was going on, after which he would banish them to the back of his mind again to not come back (until the next time he called wzl).
He was careful, so what could go wrong? Well, not being careful enough was what could happen.
"A-die" he had moaned out loud without realising it, realisation settling in only once wzl movement had stopped behind him.
He immediately paled at this. He was so screwed, he had left his shameful secret out. He was about to try and crawl away from under wzl, ready to lie about whatever just happened when he suddenly heard whispered against his ear "chao'er".
The voice sends a shiver down his spine, confused by how similar it sounded to his father.
How could wzl imitate his voice so closely? this coupled with the way he called him (which he didn't allow many people to do like so) made him flush a bit when he realised just how excited he had gotten at that, slightly shaking under wzl skilled hand.
wzl who is usually always so silent was now a bit more talkative, keeping that imitation, calling wc name and praising him on how good he was being for a-die.
the imitation was not perfect, but his brain was pleased enough by it to imagine easily his father doing all the things wzl was doing to him. He didn't understand /why/ wzl played along like this, but he wouldn't complain about it either.
It was probably one of the best things he ever did with wzl, leaving him foggier at the end, barely registering wzl helping him wash.
the following days he slightly avoided the man, while simultaneously spying on him to make sure he wouldn't tell anyone about his secret.
It was only when he called for wzl again to try and threatened him to not say anything that he really saw the man again.
He was ready to use threats to make him keep his mouth shut, but was surprised when instead he felt someone in his back, body flush to his. He was about to protest when he heard him call him in this voice again and it made his knee weak.
He startled a bit when a blindfold was placed over his eyes, hand shooting up to take it off. "Why don't you trust your a-die chao'er? I promise everything will be alright, you trust me right?"
This made his breath hitch a bit. Of course, he trusted his father.
With the blindfold on and having barely seen wzl since he got there, it was easier to fully imagine wrh being the one carrying him back to the bed with seemingly no effort. It was easier to imagine that those large hands were wrh ones. that the nails scraping against him were the same that usually look rather threatening. It was easier to lose himself in that fantasy of his and if this was what wzl was ready to do with him, then so be it, they would role-play his deepest fantasy.
He would let his "a-die" take him any way he preferred, sometimes even pushing him to be a bit rougher than he was. He would flush at the dirty demands coming from his "a-die", embarrassed to be asked (even tho he is sure he has asked some of these himself in the past), yet always doing them.
Sometimes he would feel a bit bad afterwards, knowing he shouldn't be doing something like this, but on the other hand, he knew he could never have the one he really wished to have. It was ridiculous to even think it could happen.
so instead of feeling bad about it, he decided that it was at least /less/ bad than actually sleeping with his father, at least it couldn't really cause much of a scandal if people discovered he was sleeping with wzl.
His calling for wzl had usually been an occurrence happening every few weeks when he felt like it as he would either be with his wife (which was now nearly forgotten about) or go to some brothel. It did stir some questions from others, but no one really dared to ask either of them what was happening.
This time it did really reach wrh. The man had been slightly suspicious of what kind of relationship his son had started with his bodyguard but had decided to turn a blind eye to it.
It all seemed like an occasional thing and wasn't too much of a problem, yet this could be a problem if wc couldn't even get one kid out of his wife. He didn't exactly care for what wc did and with whom, but he at least wanted him to have one kid.
He did ask wzl about it and the man was, for one of the very rare times where it would happen, seemingly keeping back some information from him.
"I simply want to know if you have that kind of relationship with my son," he asked again.
"Only physical" the man replied.
wrh hummed at this, looking at him, knowing he wasn't lying. "Though it does seem like you went to chao'er quarter late in the night rather frequently lately, is my son doing bad with his wife?"
"I do not believe so"
"Then how come it seems like you are the only one he ever wants?"
there was a slight silence again, wzl looking at him. This made him realise he might have promised wc to not tell him anything, which was really amusing.
"I can show you" the man finally said, as if this was better than telling him.
wrh did arch a brow at that, not expecting his man to suggest he watch his son having sex with another man, but he was curious enough to know what could even cause him to suggest that.
So he did just that, following wzl the next time he was called over by wc.
he waited a bit before finally entering, hiding his presence and going to sit on a couch facing the bed.
He could perfectly see how wc was already greedily riding wzl, back against the older man's chest and facing him, showing him everything. He doesn't really see what is special about all this, other than his son riding another man while being blindfolded.
Then this is when he clearly hears wzl talk in a voice close to his. It doesn't take him by surprise (they have used this skill of wzl in the past) but it does make him raise a brow and smile slightly amused at that, wondering why the man would imitate him in a situation like this.
Then he whispers something he cannot quite catch and his son moan, calling out to him. not wzl. /him/.
This does surprise him a little bit, as he did not expect it to happen, yet the peculiar scene continues and wc calls out for him more, begging for more from him and clearly drowning in the pleasure and praises wzl gives him with /his/ voice.
Now he can understand why wc wouldn't want wzl to tell him what this was all about.
He doesn't exactly know what to do with this information. It does make for an interesting view (it is not every day you would see your son riding another man while calling out for you), but he also has never seen wc as more than his son and doesn't plan on being more than a spectator for this time.
ah, but he supposed it is good then if wzl takes such good care of his son, this would not cause any problem like this.
although... he might come to watch the show again in the future.
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(I swear I have no clue how to finish this or where to go with it. All I had in mind at work was wzl fucking wc while imitating wrn so he can have his secret love in a way)
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Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Ruòhán, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Qíng, Niè Huáisāng & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Ruòhán, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wēn Qíng (Módào Zǔshī), Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Jiāng Yànlí, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jīn Guāngshàn, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Niè Míngjué, Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi, Jīn Zǐxuān, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Daozhang! Wen Rouhan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, no one dies, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, I hope, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better (Módào Zǔshī), and they get it, prison break - Freeform, Original Character(s), Original Sect, Crazy Uncle Wen Rouhan, Good Person Wēn Ruòhán, Sort Of, He wasn't involved with the war or Wen's world dominion agenda, How Do I Tag, Tagging is the most difficult part of posting a fic, important though, Immortal! Wen Rouhan
Summary:
Laozi gives Wei Wuxian the most disappointed look. Even though he hasn’t met the man before, Wei Wuxian feels unbelievably ashamed. He feels almost hypnotized in his presence as though everything he says and every piece of advice he gives matters.
“If they consider you that powerful, where are the chains and shackles?” He shakes his head. “It seems your power isn’t threatening enough. Your enemies should be shaking in fear in front of you.”
The man has a way of speaking that has Wei Wuxian hooked right at the start. He is correct though. If he is considered so big and bad, it should very well show for it.
“I mean,” Laozi continues, “are you really doing it right, if your enemies aren’t thinking ‘step on me’?”
In which, an immortal stranger rescues Wei Wuxian from the Jin prison, knocks some sense into him, and helps him relocate his people from burial mounds. If that stranger turns out to be the former Wen-zongzhu, well, it's not like anyone can do anything about it.
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