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wangxianficrecs · 10 months

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💙 What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon

💙 What Comes After Love

by Rainbow_Horizon

T, 17k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji loves Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian wholeheartedly reciprocates the same. This is an undeniable truth. But is love all they need in a relationship? Love can be a wonderful start to a lasting marriage, but can it survive on love alone? The story of how Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were made to sever and sunder after their marriage. Kay's comments: Ah, this story! Absolutely devastating in the best way possible, ripped by heart to pieces and then lovingly put the pieces together again. In my heart Wangxian live happily ever after, of course, but I do love stories that look at what could go wrong despite them getting together, especially in combination with the living situation in the Cloud Recesses and the CQL-element of Lan Wangji being the Chief Cultivator. This story mixes the novel and the canon of the show and takes a look at how Wangxian are faring post-canon and how their relationship slowly falls apart because Lan Wangji's duties as Chief Cultivator take their toll and Lan Qiren is also trying to marry him off to a lady from the Meishan Yu Sect. In the end, Wei Wuxian leaves quietly one day, while Lan Wangji is on a night-hunt with the Meishan Yu cultivator, and starts living for himself, healing himself and growing and Lan Wangji too grows in their time apart and realizes what's truly important, but of course, in the end, they find their way back to each other. Just, a wonderful story all-in-all. Excerpt: Yu Bingqing seems to be blind and deaf to Wei Wuxian’s predicament altogether or she was putting up an award winning performance. With an unfazed countenance and avoiding eye contact, she merely glanced towards his direction to say, “Wei Gong-zi, I have no interest in knowing particulars of your association with Hanguang-Jun, nor have I any intention to seek a deeper understanding of the nature of your connection with a noble and righteous gentleman like him. I am not a person who needlessly burdens myself with meager details such as someone’s previous associations. What concerns me the most is someone’s future associations after I made a decision to make an alliance with that person for mutual benefit. As you are very well aware, your reputation in the cultivation world is not a one that is favourable for any reputable person or a sect to be associated with. The longer you stay here at the Cloud Recesses, the greater the chances are for you to jeopardise Hanguang-Jun’s credibility as the new Chief Cultivator. Contrarily, if I decided to stay by him with the esteemed Meishan Yu sect behind him, sky is the limit for his success in the cultivation world.” Listening to this woman conceitedly shooting her mouth off and challenging his standing as Lan Zhan’s cultivation partner, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt nauseated and the distaste in his mouth made him want to puke. But, he did not want to make things unpleasant at the get go of this conversation. With an infernal smirk that he could not help wiping off of his his handsome face he replied, “Please let me get this straight Maiden Yu. What you are saying is that you do not recognize any relationship between Lan Zhan and myself, and you also dare to propose that I should distance myself from him so that you can go forward with your one sided plan. Did I hear you correctly? Or am I just hearing some implausible musing of a blatantly ambitious person?”

pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, established relationship, post-canon, mixed-canon, chief cultivator lan wangji, breaking up & making up, insecurity, sad wei wuxian, jealous wei wuxian, separations, healing, married lan wangji/wei wuxian, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, arranged marriage, lan family feels, bad uncle lan qiren, good sibling lan xichen, angst with a happy ending, implied/referenced homophobia

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rayan12sworld · 3 months

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💙🧡Blood and Bone and Ash

Anonymous

Summary:

Wei Wuxian died in that cave.

At least everyone thought so, including him.

Maybe he should have even stayed dead. That might have been easier than watching Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun, Lan Zhan, look at him with absolutely no recognition in his eyes.

Having your spine ripped out by a giant turtle hurt. But being ignored by the person you gave your life for, the person you gave up everything for - that might actually be worse.

Chapter:1/1

Words:34,615

Status:completed

Copper Coins (Danmei) AU where dragonxian is left having to search for the bones to his dragon spinal cord in order to fix his paralysis. He can only wheel around in a wheelchair and take on a small noodle dragon form or paper man form for the time being.

The only person that can be of help to him is an insomniac rogue cultivator who is suffering with amnesia. He is also on a journey trying to remember what he can’t.

(Dragon wei wuxian)

Everyone starts their lives screaming and covered in blood. Lan Wangji did it twice.

~~ that is the first line, my godddd

The name was there, still visible. He pressed the button to initiate a video call because if he only had the one opportunity, he wanted to see him. The phone rang a few times before the phone connected. There was a shuffling sound and then the face of Wei Wuxian came into view. His hair was disheveled, eyes bleary with sleep. “Huh?” “Wei Ying.” A sharp jolt of pain seized his chest, and Lan Wangji bent double with it. When he righted himself, it was to see Wei Wuxian still looking at him. His eyes were brighter now, more alert and his mouth hung open in shock. “Lan Zhan?” “I don’t have time. I’m forgetting you, even now I can’t…” he groaned at another jolt of pain, unable to keep speaking. Wei Wuxian began screaming. “Qing-Ji! Wen Ning! Get in here!” Lan Wangji shook his head. He didn’t want anyone else there, for the next few moments, until the curse fully took hold “Wei Ying, stop.” “Lan Zhan where are you? I will come to you, where are you?” He shook his head. “Too late. You won’t get here, Wei Ying, I have to tell you.” Someone entered the room. Wei Wuxian was talking to them, rapidly. His words were beginning to sound muffled to Lan Wangji, as if he were much further away from the phone. He was asking Wen Ning to do something. Ah. Lan Wangji could figure out the word “trace”. He wanted Wen Ning to trace the call and figure out where he was. “Wei Ying.” “Hold on, Lan Zhan. We’re coming.” “Wei Ying.” He practically shouted. Wei Wuxian turned to him. “I don't have long. Let me look at you while I’m still me.” Wei Wuxian was crying, tears tracking down his face. “Lan Zhan,” his voice broke. “There’s a packet in a concealed pocket in my qiankun bag with a powder inside. Come find me. They’re making me go back to Gusu. Come find me and get the powder to Wen-daifu. She may be able to determine what it is he’s using. Come find me, Wei Ying. Please.” His vision was clouded over, he could no longer make out Wei Wuxian’s face. “I wish I could have held you. I dream about holding you again.” Wei Wuxian made a wounded sound. Then he began talking, again, but Lan Wangji could no longer discern the words.

Lan Wangji startled, jerking upright. His neck felt sore, like he had been in an uncomfortable position for too long, and there was a cold sensation seeping out from his core. An after-effect from a night hunt? He would need to do some meditation. His phone lay on the coffee table in front of him. The screen displayed an unfamiliar man, with messy hair and eyes that shone. The lighting wasn’t great, but his eyes almost looked red, as if he’d been crying. Lan Wangji had no idea who the man was, or why he was on his screen. His last memory had been of bidding goodbye to his brother and Jin Guangyao. “I am sorry, did I call you?.” The man swallowed, the motion clear enough that Lan Wangji could see his throat move with it. “Yeah,” he said. His voice was husky, perhaps with sleep. Had Lan Wangji woken him? “I must have mis-dialed. Please accept my apologies for disturbing you.” “No problem.” The man ended the connection and his phone screen went blank. Lan Wangji rose, and prepared to leave. He would have to return the tea service to his hosts and thank them for such good hospitality, especially when his brother and his brother’s good friend Jin Guangyao had dropped by unexpectedly. He needed to get packed and on the road. It would be good to be home, in Gusu. It had been some time since he visited. In fact, as he gathered his belongings, it seemed quite odd that he had ever left at all. ~~~~ noooooo😭😭😭

It hurt. He worried, for a moment, that some physical damage had been done. But he took several careful, measured breaths, and realized that wasn’t it. The pain that he was feeling was something else, something much deeper, something from the very heart of him, rawer than blood or muscle or bone. It all crashed into him then, a tidal wave of emotion, of pain sharp enough to make him think that he might not actually survive this. That perhaps no person could hurt like this and live. Thirteen years. He had walked this earth for thirteen years with his mind not knowing, not remembering. But his body had known. Had held together a wounded soul, rent in two by grief. He lifted his head and let himself look at him. Look at Wei Ying. He stared, taking stock of the changes time had wrought on his face. Older, yes, but other things. A sharper chin, a more angular face. The eyes were the same, though.They were still his Wei Ying’s eyes. “Wei Ying,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy. Wei Wuxian pushed his hair back off his face again, and let his fingers trail down his face. He shuddered at the touch. Everything felt amplified, too much. Every touch, every sound, every sensation was multiplied. “Yeah, Lan Zhan. I’m here. Are you with me? Do you know who I am?” “Yes,” he said. “I know you. Wei Ying.”

More memories crashed into him, the cave, Wei Wuxian underneath him, gasping as he clutched him tight. The roar of the Xuanwu, Wei Wuxian’s scream, hot blood splashing his face, in his mouth. “Wei Ying.” He couldn’t stop saying his name. Like saying his name was a summons, a talisman. As if by constantly saying his name he could keep him here, keep this from dissolving into a dream. “Wei Ying. You died. You died. You left me.” And then he wrapped his arms around him, and let the grief come to the surface and spill over as he sobbed out thirteen years of pain.

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 9 months

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In their name

Warnings: angst, murder, violence, mental distress and Lan Sizhui being dark and twisted

This is the leftover ficlet from my Xue Yang era that I finally decided to get done.

Enjoy <3

What is your name, young man?

He does not know. Who is he? What should the world call him? What is the string of sounds they should use to get his attention?

Who am I?

He used to know, he used to be so sure of it. He used to know who he was, who he wanted to become, where he came from.

And then it was taken away from him, all of it, the security in himself and his life ripped from right under him.

It was cold when they died, an unforgiving winter. They should have taken it as a foreboding omen, the way that day had been so unexplainably warm and sunny, in the heart of the harshest winter in decades.

They did not.

Why would they? Why would anyone?

They died... nobody really knows how. It’s a mystery still, but there is no point trying to uncover it. Not really. Not like it would change anything.

They’re gone and that’s it.

Why hang onto the past?

They died protecting him. This is the truth. They died because he was weak, because he was their child.

Was?

And they sent him away for help so he wouldn’t watch them die.

They protected him and loved him and left him.

And now he doesn’t know who he is.

A murderer? A failure? A lost cause?

Demonic cultivation – the actual demonic kind – is a lot easier to manage when you’re angry enough not to care who you’re killing in the process. And it makes for an interesting mix if you use the ghost path with it.

It’s more comfortable than orthodox cultivation – or maybe he’s just not entirely okay with using it to kill.

After all, Hanguang-Jun had instilled into him the fact that he should only use his power, his sword, for good.

It was an ambush.

People still had a bone to pick with the terrible Yiling Laozu, or however they called him – him, A-Yuan’s baba, was not that, he was good, kind and a convenient scapegoat – and they wanted him dead. Again. He died already, and yet, it was not enough. It was not enough that they attacked him, that they killed everybody, that they left a little, innocent community in ruins and threw the bodies of its inhabitants like they were trash.

It was not enough that, despite this, Wei Wuxian saved them all 13 years later.

The Moling Su sect had not disappeared, then. Even though their leader had died, they only went into hiding to deal with the power vacuum, and returned, quietly, to their business, much more modest than they used to be.

The head disciple, now become sect leader, had planned it all. The fake letter about a fierce ghost terrorizing a small nameless village hidden in the mountains, the victims all children, the crying villagers asking for help.

A trap.

They waited.

They used demonic cultivation too, the actual demonic kind. The kind that eats at the spiritual energy of everything around, the kind that thrives off resentment of both the living and the dead.

Uncle Ning went first.

Then A-Die.

Then Baba.

Then there was nobody left.

Nobody but... A-Yuan? Wen Yuan? Wei Yuan? Lan Yuan? Lan Sizhui?

Whoever he may be, he’s the only one left.

A grave was dug, joining the Lan ancestors’ resting place in a beautiful plot of land near the Cloud Recesses. Flowers grow there all the time, it is a place of quiet and reflection, peace and missing.

They put baba and a-die in the same grave. It was their dying wish. Otherwise they would have been able to unclench their hands where they held them together as they died. Nobody could.

There was nothing left of uncle Ning to bury.

And then A-Yuan had to leave.

How could he stay in his house when he had no home anymore?

He couldn’t... do anything anymore, agonizing in bed for days, crying himself in and out of nightmares, pushing everybody away so harshly that they wouldn’t dare come near him again.

He had initially thought about killing himself.

What use was there for him now? His parents died because of him, he couldn’t even so much as watch out for himself and stay out of trouble.

How could he even pretend he could ever be a cultivator again? Had he ever been one?

But he realized, one evening as he thought over his suicide note, that it wasn’t him that killed his parents. It was those Moling Su disciples and their wretched techniques. They are the ones that took baba and a-die away.

They are the ones that should be dead long before A-Yuan is.

He will die too, he knows he will, he has to, wants to – but he cannot allow them to live before that.

Justice must be delivered in kind. A-Die taught him that.

And so, A-Yuan fled the Cloud Recesses to deliver it.

He took Bichen and Chenqing with him – not to use them, how could he ever? – but just so he could have his parents know their deaths would be avenged and they could rest in peace.

A-Yuan lived in the Burial Mounds for three years. He only left to gather knowledge – on how to kill better, hurt more, experiment.

There is a way to cultivate resentful energy into a core.

There is a way to become immortal without the ridiculous pretense of righteousness.

(There is nothing righteous in this wretched world. Not anymore).

There is a way to extract resentment from the living, corrupt their souls, torture them without even a drop of blood leaving their bodies.

There is a way to do anything.

The stories of the Yiling Patriarch, of the blood thirsty Xue Yang, even the terrible Wen Ruohan...

Sizhui would be putting them all to shame.

He would become the cultivation world’s worst nightmare, he would show them they have known nothing of the horrors that they deserved bestowed upon them.

He would avenge his parents and all that he lost once their lives ended.

And then he would die at peace with it all.

There is no way to know who from the Moling Su sect actually attacked Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui that night.

They had their faces covered and their swords fogged over, it was night and they wore black clothing.

It was impossible to tell who was who.

That is why Sizhui killed them all.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

At first, he wanted to just let his ghosts and corpses do the work for him – after all, he never quite liked getting his hands dirty.

But it was too tempting not to draw his sword, now teeming with resentful energy, its spirit long dead, and join in to the massacre, cutting down into every single living person he could find.

He made it a point to slowly rip at the sect leader’s golden core until it broke inside of him, pulling his qi out of him like string just so he could enjoy his screams. He didn’t know what was louder, his laughter or the man’s cries – but he dragged it out as long as he could, watching life drain out of him like the flame of a dying candle.

He would make sure nobody was left.

“Baba, A-Die, are you seeing this? Are you proud of me now?” he asked as he twirled Chenqing in one hand, gripping the hilt of Bichen in the other, walking along the estate of the Moling Su sect, corpses littering the winding pathways. “I am strong now. Nobody can ever defeat me, I could destroy the whole world if I wanted. If you wanted.”

He waves a hand to send resentful energy into a corner where frightened figures try to hide, and does not seem to mind the young voices that scream out.

“They took you away from me, from the world... so I have done the same. Why should this wretched lot live if you do not?”

The screaming is slowly starting to die out around him. “It won’t be long now. They’ll all be dead by morning. I won’t leave until I’m sure there are no survivors left. And perhaps I'll even seek out the rest of their allies, their partnerships... destroy those too. None of these people should get to be alive if my parents don’t.”

The sound of a muffled cry draws his attention towards a shoddy house towards the exit. He opens the door (resentful energy rips it off its hinges) and walks in to find an old lady holding a toddler in her arms, eyes wide and tearful as she attempts to shield him.

SIzhui crouches down over them, and pats the boy’s head with a smile, warm and friendly. “What’s your name?”

“A-A-Yuan...”

“What a coincidence, that’s my name too. You’re hiding here with your granny?”

The boy nods, burrowing further in the old woman’s chest as he does.

“I hid with my granny like this too. Back then, they took us all to a terrible place, a working camp. They made granny do such hard work... she almost died. But she always held me and loved me and cared for me regardless of that. And every time I went to bed, she would tell me a story.”

Sizhui looks over at the granny, the same easy demeanor about him. “it’s late, the little one should be sleeping. Go put him to bed and tell him a story.”

The woman stares, incredulous, but does not question him. She has seen what he has done to their home and knows her turn is next, as is her grandson's.

She picks the boy up and walks into an adjacent room, Sizhui in tow. The place is modest, but clean. There are some toys, one of them a doll the boy holds tightly as granny tucks him into bed.

She sighs, and then, as she caresses his face, begins telling him a story about a brave prince who fought a great monster, saving the frightened kingdom...

There are two droplets falling down Sizhui’s face. He does not notice them, not until they blur his vision and fall hot over his cheeks.

The resentment inside him swirls in distress.

He stands up, and waves a hand so the candle light goes out.

The old woman joins her little boy’s side into bed and closes her eyes. She knows she will be dying now, and she wants it to be next to her little one.

Nothing ever comes.

Sizhui storms out of the little house, of the estate, of the village, careless of being seen, of what he's leaving behind.

He returns to the place where his parents died and he died with them.

For the first time in over twenty years, there is a song.

And a question

Who am I?

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lsz #writing attempts

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sasukimimochi · 1 year

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Part 1 Part 2 (you are here) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 ...

Overall Warnings: grotesque written imagery, body horror, blood, possession(?) sort of (more like integrating), voices, loss of self (since this isn't really MCD), Darker WWX (he's not classic wwx).

Warnings for this Part: Violence (mood song for this part here).

adding a read more line this time because it's much bigger than part 1!

- Part 2

· ✦ Who are you? ✦ ·

Wei Wuxian’s head tilted as he watched Wen Chao scramble to the hems of his torn robes and beg for his life. The blood red hues stared past his inky lashes, calm and deep at first, but then flaring with bright red fractals and a glow not unlike an iron brand that had once marked his chest.

He kicked the Wen away from his hems and narrowed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as if dealing with a rat rather than the heir of a sect. “Do not touch me.” He lifted his robe slightly so he could sit down, eyes narrowed and locked on to the disfigured pest.

“You think…for even a moment…I would ever have mercy on you?” His expression was so entirely cold, but his hair lifted slightly from the tremendous amount of resentment drifting off of him. “Funny, really. Didn’t you want to make me scream? Cut off my hand?” His eyes narrowed as he turned his hand slowly for emphasis, that resentment billowing around him like a storm. “That’s right…I haven’t done that yet, have I? Should I start with the left…or the right?” Upon the last word, his voice dropped dangerously, venom practically dripping from his tongue.

Wen Zhuliu moved back into the picture, though this did nothing to phase the black-robed cultivator, if anything it only twisted his face further into something unsettling as if he was about to enjoy himself.

“Wen Zhuliu…do you really think you can protect his dog life from my hands?”

“Better die trying.”

The cold laugh that bubbled up from Wei Wuxian’s throat set everyone’s teeth on edge, no trace of his usual sunshine smile left in his voice. “What a loyal Wen-dog.”

The core-crusher opened his mouth, clearly about to continue their argument but then he was suddenly thrown to the ground by tendrils of resentment. Wei Wuxian’s face, shrouded half in shadow, had certainly lost its calm demeanor in the wake of an unsettling darkness. “Just gets funnier and funnier huh? Think I’m going to listen to that nasty bark of yours? If you’re going to act like a dog, I'll make you yelp like one.”

“Wei Ying!”

Wei Wuxian froze in his stance but seemed a little disappointed as Jiang Cheng took over by pinning Wen Zhuliu to the floor with Sandu. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, the glare in his eyes and resentment fading back into nothing, crossing one leg over the other as if nothing had just happened.

Wei Wuxian’s clothes were still very torn from his fall and the resentment that had scored his flesh, thighs, arms, shoulders- so much of his body was on display and he didn’t even seem to notice. The wounds were no longer there, but he certainly didn’t look like he was in a state to be running around.

Lan Wangji seemed to visibly hesitate a while longer while Jiang Cheng was double checking that their captives couldn’t escape. “Wei Ying…your clothes…”

Wei Wuxian glanced down to his arm where the most of his skin was visible, turning it slightly as if he hadn’t realized the ripped cloth hanging from it. “They are quite torn.” He shrugs, folding his hands in his lap. “The only replacements I could find were Wen robes, and I found that to be beyond my tolerance.” He stood soon after this, pulling his lapels a bit more properly on his shoulders as if trying to be a bit more modest, though he didn’t seem to care if he actually was. “I have plenty of face to spare, but I do apologize for the rather unseemly appearance I'm sporting in front of Hanguang-Jun.”

Lan Wangji’s expression flickered in conflict, seeming to be torn between two different contrasting emotions, but he finally settled on something neutral, pulling off the outermost robe he wore to drape over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. “Here…it’s a cold night. Until we get back to the others and get you new robes…”

Wei Wuxian’s head turned slightly to look at the robe on his shoulders. So large and white. His head tilted slightly, hand lifting to touch the embroidered hems in what appeared to be a mild curiosity. “Mmm? I thought Lan Zhan didn’t care for me.”

Lan Wangji’s face twisted slightly, lips turning down slightly as if uneasy. “You’re half dressed…” He insisted, only to falter when Wei Wuxian’s face turned back to him, those eyes crescents in their mirth.

“You’re quite a good man, and I know you’re quite upset with this…” Wei Wuxian gestured to himself, the torn robes and half-healed wounds beneath still as blatant as earlier. “But I'm more concerned about the two guests in the room, and I wouldn't want to turn your white robes red.” He reached up, gently tapping the white-clad cultivator’s nose. “So why not take this back, hm?” He moved to remove the robe, but Lan Wangji’s hand stopped him, a low set to his shoulders.

Lan Wangji sighed deeply. “Keep it. It’s cold.” When he stepped back, he kept his eyes off the eerie smile that Wei Wuxian wore. It felt like he wasn’t really looking at the same man…but he couldn’t just leave him like that. Even if his robes were stained beyond recognition, they were replaceable. Wei Wuxian…he was not.

Lan Wangji visibly paused however when he noticed something dark peeking out of Wei Wuxian’s lapels. “…Wei Ying?!”

Alarmed by the sound of distress, Jiang Cheng quickly joined the group, face set in a serious frown. “What’s going on?”

Wei Wuxian’s lapels were forced open by Lan Wangji to reveal a large black stain on his stomach, trailing up from his abdomen not unlike a cursed mark. However, along the surface wisps of resentment licked his skin and had been streaming languidly from his loosened lapels, now revealed to be leaking out of any even partially open wound beneath. The red hues darkened slightly as if irritated, but said nothing to the sudden exposure. “And?”

“What do you mean, and?!” Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and swat Lan Wangji’s hands away reflexively. “What happened? We were supposed to meet and when you show up you look like…this!”

Wei Wuxian straightened up the lapels quietly, though his face looked strangely quaint it was also quite…calculating. It was strange. “Got caught, got tossed somewhere not so nice…came back.” He shrugged, the unsettling smile returning to his lips. “Don’t worry, I'm feeling quite better than I was a while ago and it doesn’t hurt.”

Jiang Cheng frowned and deflated slightly, having expected…well, just…something different than this. He pulled out Suibian and thrust it into Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Whatever, I've brought your sword, you’ll need it to protect yourself on our way back.”

Wei Wuxian seemed surprised at first, turning the sword in his hands for a moment then smiling once more. “Thank you.”

Jiang Cheng’s face softened, but froze as the other held the sword back out to him.

“But I cannot use it anymore.”

“What?” Jiang Cheng’s pupils shrunk, wondering how his shixiong could have such a normal, smiling expression after telling him that he could no longer handle a sword.

“Well, if I were to use it I would get overpowered.” He sighed and held it out to Lan Wangji instead when Jiang Cheng wouldn’t take it. “Could you hold onto this for me, for safekeeping?”

Lan Wangji tentatively took the sword in his hand, eyes lost as he looked at the scabbard. Eventually he did raise his gaze back to the swirling black on his abdomen and the others’ unusual expression. Perhaps, due to the trauma of whatever he’d been through, he wasn't fit for battle right now. “Wei Ying…you should allow yourself time to recover. It may not be good for you to-“

Wei Wuxian shook his head and smiled eerily, “The dogs over there…” His eyes shifted to the two on the floor a few paces away, red hues glaring. “Me and Jiang Cheng still need to settle a few things with them. Right?”

“But you’re…wait.” Lan Wangji moved in front of Wei Wuxian to stop him from continuing forward again. “You’re currently wounded. Why don’t we just get it over with and take you to camp? We need to take you to a healer.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes darkened as they were lifted back up to the other man. “Lan Wangji, I will happily go after we have taken care of our sect business.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but pressed still despite the sting his courtesy name from the other’s lips brought. “Wei Wuxian! You’re hurt, and this cultivation will hurt you further!” His eyes darted about the other’s face in conflict, before he spoke hesitantly once more. “Come back to Gusu with me.”

“To Gusu?” The man blinked in surprise and tilted his head, frowning and squinting at the other. “Why there? To punish me? Drag me through healer after healer to try to fix me?” His nose bridge scrunched up at the thought, but his eyelashes lowered in a regrettably beautiful and haunting way. “We both know how much your sect hates my cultivation. And as it is…it’s too late to fix me, Light bearer.”

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pascva · 8 months

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saw some poll asking when wei wuxian fell in love with lan wangji and the 2nd leading option was in between when he got resurrected and yi city or some shit and this result was so offensive to me personally that i am still thinking about it months later

here is my argument for an alternative interpretation:

wei ying is an unreliable narrator. in both lifetimes, he says one thing, does another, touching him under the flimsiest of pretexts, play-acting comp het while crawling all over him. this pattern of behavior begins at cloud recesses

“You’re the one who called out to him first, though,” Jiang Cheng pointed out. “How do you know?” “Do you even need to ask?” Jiang Cheng scoffed. “When have you ever not been the one calling out to him first? You’re a strange one. You always part on bad terms, so why do you work tirelessly to annoy him?”

the truth is wei ying just wants his attention

Lan Zhan, are you listening? Look at me. Lan-gongzi?” He snapped his fingers. “Lan-er-gege, c’mon, grant me some face. Look at me.” . . . Wei Wuxian didn’t care. He chuckled aloud. “He can ignore me all he wants. It’s not like he’s even that pretty.” But then when he thought about it, yes, the boy was indeed that pretty. So he nonchalantly tossed that pouty feeling to the back of his mind.

wei ying just wants to touch him

In the end, I got really tired of the chase, so I asked, ‘You sure you won’t let me go? You won’t let me go?!’ But he still said, ‘Collect your punishment!’” “I said, ‘Sure!’ And then I stopped dodging, pounced, and grabbed on to him, and then we both fell outside the Cloud Recesses’ wall!” “…” Nie Huaisang was already blank. “…He didn’t break free?” “Oh, he tried,” Wei Wuxian replied. “But I had him locked in real good with all four of my limbs. He couldn’t have broken free even if he wanted to, and he had no way of getting away from my body. He went stiff as a board. I said, ‘How’s that, Lan Zhan? Now you’re outside the Cloud Recesses too. You and I have both violated curfew—don’t go and be strict on others but not on yourself, yeah? If you punish me, then you have to punish yourself too.

relentless flirt can't even control it, constantly spouting the most deranged provocative shit to get a reaction

for example - the erotica incident

Wei Wuxian said, without any dignity, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can say it as many times as you like; I can even kneel and say it.”

their interactions during the qishan wen indoctrination

“Wei Ying! What are you trying to do?!” Wei Wuxian completely divested Lan Wangji of his clothing and ripped the fabric into strips. “What am I trying to do? There’s only the two of us here now. Take a good, hard look; what do you think I’m trying to do?” With that, he stood up and tugged his belt open, revealing his own chest as if to reciprocate.

or when wei ying throws flowers at him on baifeng mountain

“What are you doing, throwing flowers like the rest of them?” “Can’t I throw a couple at him ’cause he’s so good-looking?” Wei Wuxian asked. Jiang Cheng snorted. “How old are you? Who do you think you are, playing games like that?”

AND in yunmeng

He set the collection of flowers that he had been pelted with on the small table. “Your flowers.” Wei Wuxian leaned over to the table. “You’re welcome. They’re your flowers, since I gave them to you.” “Why?” Lan Wangji asked. “Why not?” Wei Wuxian answered. “Just wanted to see your reaction to this kind of thing.”

while wei ying’s still “pretending” to pursue hanguang jun as mo xuanyu he tells jin ling “in the past i did not know my own heart”

“In the past, I didn’t know my own heart. But after meeting Hanguang-jun, I’m now certain.” Wei Wuxian drew in a deep breath and continued, “I cannot leave him anymore. I don’t want anyone besides Hanguang-jun… Wait, where are you running off to, I’m not done! Jin Ling. Jin Ling!”

wei wuxian and lan wangji repeat these lines to each other during the guanyin temple confession

Lan Wangji’s breaths were short and disordered. His hoarse voice whispered beside Wei Wuxian’s ear, “…fancy you…” Wei Wuxian hugged him tight, “Yes!” Lan Wangji, “…love you, want you… ” Wei Wuxian raised his voice “Yes!” Lan Wangji, “Cannot leave you…do not want anyone but you…it cannot be anyone but you!” He repeated over and over again the words Wei Wuxian said to him, his voice and his body trembling at the same time.

half of the novel extras revolve around wangxian acting out their adolescent fantasies -

In his daze, the only thing he could think was, I can’t believe I didn’t fucking do this with Lan Zhan when we were fifteen. So much damn time wasted.

going on dates in caiyi town and yunmeng

“Lan Zhan, have you ever played ring toss before?” Lan Wangji shook his head. “You never have?” Wei Wuxian said. “Let me explain it to you, it’s very simple. You take these rings and back a short distance away, and then you try to toss them onto the things on the ground. If you snare anything, it’s yours.” “Anything I snare is mine,” Lan Wangji echoed. . . . “Again, again!” Lan Wangji still had one ring in his hand, and weighed it gently and steadily. This time, he took some time before tossing it and instantly turned around to check. Exclamations of dismay rang out from all around the moment he threw the ring. As it turned out, the ring’s trajectory was so awry that it did not even touch the perimeter of the street vendor’s stall. Instead, it landed right on Wei Wuxian, snaring him.

picking lotus seed pods

Before their visit, Wei Wuxian had bragged to Lan Wangji for a long time about Yunmeng’s gorgeous scenery—specifically the sight of the vast emerald-green lotus lakes meeting the blue line of sky. Naturally, he had to drag him out to tour the waters. . . . He turned his head and said to Lan Wangji, “When I was at the Cloud Recesses way back then, I kept urging you to come visit Lotus Pier. I especially wanted you to come with me to steal lotus seed pods from him.”

nighthunting in the gate crasher and iron hook extras

......fucking each other stupid ......................................................

“If you’ve liked me for so long, why didn’t you fuck me sooner? The mountain at the back of your Cloud Recesses is a pretty good spot. . . . Or—that Library Pavilion of yours is pretty good too. We could’ve laid the books out like a bed, rolled around on them, and referenced all the positions from the erotica. Any position you would’ve liked. I’d have bullied you during the day, and you’d have bullied me at night. We’d close the door and fuck each other into the ground…

all the things they were deprived of as kids!

and the small glimpses we DO get of wei ying flirting with other people he’s still fixated on and talking about lan wangji

when he first visits cloud recesses

While he boasted and flirted on the side, Lan Wangji did not spare him a glance, appearing entirely noble in character and sterling in integrity. Pleased with himself, Wei Wuxian tossed the loquat in his hand in the air, then pointed at Lan Wangji all of a sudden. “Jiejie, do you ladies think he’s handsome?”

when he first returns from cloud recesses

Over a year had passed since he was sent back to Yunmeng after studying at the Cloud Recesses. On returning, he’d told others of the things he’d seen at Gusu, and these stories included a massive number of digressions regarding how, although Lan Wangji’s face was good-looking, he was so, so stiff, so, so dull, and so on and so forth.

again when he’s dicking around with friends and they ask why he’s sulking while women are actively falling over him

At first, Wei Wuxian spared no effort in devouring his watermelon. But as he ate, he suddenly burst into laughter. Jiang Cheng eyed him warily. “What are you scheming now?” Wei Wuxian took another slice. “Nah! Don’t misunderstand. I’m not scheming anything. I just thought of someone.” “Who?” asked Jiang Cheng. “Lan Zhan,” answered Wei Wuxian. “Why are you thinking of him out of the blue?” asked Jiang Cheng. “Don’t tell me you miss those transcription punishments.” Wei Wuxian spat out the seeds. “Just thinking about how funny he is, that’s all. You have no idea how interesting he can be.” . . . Wei Wuxian held his hand to his brow and gazed at the sight as they went, smiling. Then suddenly, he sighed. “What’s wrong, da-shixiong?” the boys all wondered aloud. “You’re sighing, even with all these chicks chasing after you?” Wei Wuxian hoisted the oar over his shoulder and chuckled. “It’s nothing. I just thought about how I so sincerely invited Lan Zhan to Yunmeng, but he actually had the nerve to turn me down.”

made all the more absurd by wei ying’s confession that he lied about all of his romantic and sexual experience

“It’s really outrageous,” Wei Wuxian said. “See, you’re obviously no longer a virgin, but everyone assumes it when they see your face. I’d never even touched a girl’s hand in my former life, except for when I was in the process of saving her life—but not one person believed I was still a virgin.”

wei ying just loves riling him up (cw for canon-typical cnc)

After their lips parted, Wei Wuxian raised his hand, continuing what he hadn't finished, "I'll admit it. All that was nonsense. Back then, I really just wanted to play with you."

tldr it's DANMEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they're crazy in love and it's terminal

get with the program

#mdzs #mo dao zu shu #wangxian #just gotta....unload these thoughts somewhere..............it sloppy bc no one's gonna read this but for my OWN PEACE OF MIND!!!!

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lanjiangs · 2 years

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Had an idea after reading @cerusee's post on ways wwx could find out about jiang cheng’s sacrifice, specifically their first idea about lwj and jc being trapped in a cursed cave that plays out emotionally charged memories!

Jin Ling conspires to bring his uncles together and get them to actually talk to each other - things do not go to plan.

For one, Wei Wuxian brings Lan Wangji along with him, which means he has even less reason to go near Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng is going to spend the whole time glaring at Lan Wangji and not looking at Wei Wuxian!

And secondly, they get themselves separated halfway through a cave, with Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian on one side of a very solid looking wall, and Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji on the other. Which means that even if JC and WWX were starting to look slightly less tense around each other, it doesn’t matter now because if Jiang Cheng doesn’t murder Wei Wuxian’s beloved husband, Wei Wuxian’s beloved husband is going to murder him!

Whilst Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian are desperately scrambling to come up with a way through this magically appearing wall, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji are standing on the opposite side taking very deep breaths and exploring their options with as few words as possible.

It turns out the cave is enchanted and feeds off strong emotions, in order to reap the most distress it can, it taps into its victims brains and plays out some of their most emotional memories.

For Lan Wangji, it plays out his memory of fighting off his own clan members in order to save A-Yuan, followed by his brutal punishment.

Jiang Cheng has several emotions about seeing this, most of them different flavors of self hatred - the great Hanguang Jun proving yet again how worthy he is of Wei Wuxian’s love, how he knew all along that he was worth protecting.

Shortly after that, it is Jiang Cheng’s turn, and he and Lan Wangji find themselves standing in a rainy market in Yilling, watching a much younger Jiang Cheng give himself up to the Wen in order to save an oblivious Wei Wuxian, to where he is dragged off by them to be tortured and have his core ripped out.

As soon as it’s over Jiang Cheng is up in Lan Wangji’s face telling him in no uncertain terms that he will kill him if he ever breathes a word of it to Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji shoves him off and after a long while, Jiang Cheng pulls himself together and they go back to figuring out how to get out.

Lan Wangji would think nothing of what he had seen, except a sadness at how pale and drawn Wei Ying had looked in the vision, but for the fact that he knew it would make a huge difference for Wei Ying.

In the midst of this, Lan Wangji says “Wei Ying would want to know”. Jiang Cheng stops what he’s doing but does not turn around “What do you care?”

“About you, I do not. But Wei Ying…”

“You heard him yourself, he said to leave it in the past. He- I don’t owe him anything anymore. Let him believe what he’s always believed”

After that they work in silence, eventually working their way to freedom, and back to Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian.

After sealing up the cave to prevent anyone else falling into it’s trap, the two pairs go their separate ways with very short, tense goodbyes.

Lan Wangji does not mention what he saw for a long time, but he thinks about it often. It is not until one night, when Wei Wuxian, a little drunk (but safe and warm in their home), mentions his once-brother running back to Lotus Pier to retrieve his parents bodies, that Lan Wangji feels guilty enough that he nudges Wei Ying to sit up from where he’s sprawled over his lap.

“ Wei Ying..”

“Huh, Lan Zhan I was comf- what’s wrong?”

“Jiang Wanyin did not.”

“Didn’t what? What’s with that face, Lan Zhan, you’re making me nervous, ha.”

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath and takes Wei Ying’s hand to give himself a moment to think through his words, before looking back into his wide, worried eyes, “In the cave, it showed us his memories. Jiang Wanyin did not go back for his parents.”

He takes a moment to swallow down his anger towards the man in question, “He got captured to distract them from you.”

Wei Ying stares at him for a moment before smiling sadly and shaking his head.

Lan Wangji interrupts him as he opens his mouth to speak, “He did it deliberately, Wei Ying. I saw it.”

It takes some time for it to sink in, and when it does Wei Ying is so distressed that Lan Wangji almost regrets telling him. But after some time of Lan Wangji holding him and reminding him that Wei Ying does not owe Jiang Wanyin anything, that he did not even want him to know, and a few aborted attempts to leave and sprint his way to Yunmeng, he calms down enough for Lan Wangji to get him into bed, with the plan to leave for Yunmeng in the morning.

Lan Wangji says goodbye to Wei Ying in a town on the outskirts of Yunmeng, after flying him there, recognising that he needs to see his brother alone, but wanting to be close enough for his own peace of mind.

Wei Wuxian walks up to the gates of Lotus Pier with no plan and an emotional mixture of anger, sadness, regret and love fuelling his steps.

(Jin Ling’s plan did work…eventually!)

#alternative is where the cave also saps their spiritual power and the conversation is much less friendly #lwj and jc end up in a fist fight and its very fraught and a little sexy and they're big mad about it #doesnt change the ending tho #i have no idea how the converdation between jc and wwx will go but it brings them closer to reconcilliation!!!#yunmeng brothers #yunmeng brothers reconciliation #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #wei wuxian #if i as jiang cheng has wei ying tenderly wipe a tear away i would DIE on the spot it is so sweet #lan wangji #lan zhan #jin ling #breifly #mzdz #the untamed #cql #mine #post-canon

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plan-d-to-i · 2 years

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I have never understood why people see the library scene in the incense burner chapter as something that lwj fantasise about. When i read that scene, i specifically remember wwx describing this exact scene when they had sex outside. So basically to me the incense burner chapters is a manifestation of wwx’s teasing/rape kink. With the kiss in the mountains we saw how he reacted to what he did. I think it has been established a couple of times that lwj would never do something that wwx doesn’t want to do. Not even fantasising about it.

Ah, I'm sorry to contradict you, I too believe it's something LWJ fantasizes about... I think people have written more in depth on this, but take this moment:

Wei WuXian leaped down, tightly hugging Lan WangJi whose entire head was covered, and pushed him onto the bed, “Rape!”

Lan WangJi, “…”

Wei WuXian’s hands vulgarly touched and fumbled around his body, yet Lan WangJi still lay as quiet as dead, letting him do whatever he pleased. Wei WuXian lost interest just a while later, “HanGuang-Jun, why don’t you even resist a bit? If you’re just lying there not even moving, what’s the fun of me raping you?”

Lan WangJi’s muffled voice came through the blanket, “What do you want me to do?”

Wei WuXian advised, “When I hold you down, you’re gonna push me and not let me get on top of you, and squeeze your legs together and struggle as hard as you can, at the same time scream for help…”

Lan WangJi, “Making noise is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.”

Wei WuXian, “Then you can call for help lightly. And also, when I rip your clothes apart, you should try your best to resist and protect your chest.”

The blanket was silent for a while.

A moment later, Lan WangJi replied, “It sounds rather difficult.”

Wei WuXian, “Really?!”

Lan WangJi, “Mn.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m out of ideas, then. How about we change things up and you rape me instead…”

Before he finished, his view spun and the blankets flew off. Lan WangJi had already pushed him onto the bed.

Because he was smothered inside the blanket by Wei WuXian for quite a while, even his eternally-neat hair tie and forehead ribbon were somewhat crooked. His hair was somewhat disheveled, a few strands dangling down, and his originally jade-white cheeks shone through with soft pink. Under the candlelight, he was quite the bashful beauty. Unfortunately, though, the beauty’s arm strength was absurdly great, firmly locked around Wei WuXian like clamps of iron as he begged, “HanGuang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, to forgive is a virtue.”

Lan WangJi’s eyes didn’t waver, while the two bright flames of the candle trembled in their reflection. His expression was calm, “Yes.”

Wei WuXian, “Yes what? Handstand? Rape? Hey! My clothes.”

Lan WangJi, “You said so yourself.”

As he spoke, he set his body between Wei WuXian’s legs and stayed for a while. Wei WuXian waited for a while, but nothing came, “What!”

Lan WangJi straightened up slightly, “Why do you not resist?”

LWJ when WWX says he's going to r him: 😐🥱

LWJ when WWX suggests they switch: ✨🔥✨

LOL! But there's nothing wrong with it!!! There's nothing wrong with them having this cnc fantasy and exploring it with each other with consent. ofc a story isn't going to read like a consent guidebook and people shouldn't take it as such but no one is getting the short end of the stick in this relationship. Or being forced to do something they don't want to do. People are being a bit puritanical about this 🥲.

#mdzs #answers #spicy talk #tw rape

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ghostysword · 1 year

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The Gusu Summer Camp kids (and siblings) would make such a dramatic and awesome Sburb session. Classpects and thoughts below the cut:

Wei Wuxian, Mage of Time. A lot of dead Wei Yings pile up early on in the game, but that's fine! Once he finally creates Chenqing in his exploration of the Land of Graves and Turnips, he invents new ways to summon alternate timeline ghosts to his aid.

Jiang Yanli, Maid of Space. She's a very talented frog-breeder: with her brothers, she had a head start on the frog-handling skills.

Jiang Cheng, Heir of Blood. In a different world, he built a sect from nothing but devotion and stubbornness; in this one, he grows into a vital anchor binding the party together. (Sometimes literally, since he will happily use his whipkind specibi to keep Certain People from running away before plans are fully made.)

Lan Wangji, Knight of Light. He's Hanguang-jun, motherfucker. His Consorts are rabbits, and if anyone hurts them he will kill everyone in the room and then himself.

Lan Xichen, Seer of Heart. Absolutely a passive class, in the best and worst ways. At his best, Lan Xichen uses his insight into other's true natures to help them become their best selves. His struggle is learning not to look away from the dark.

Nie Mingjue, Prince of Rage. Anger is his weapon. Anger is destroying him. He's the most powerful offensive force in the party, but he'll need everyone else's support to not break himself before he can even fight the Black King.

Nie Huaisang, Thief of Void. Our know-nothing boy is great at ripping void away from secrets that need to be revealed, and wrapping the shroud of secrecy around himself. He gets deeep into Derse shenanigans, although everyone else thinks he's just drinking with his favorite locals.

Wen Qing, Rogue of Life. She's really good at moving vital force from one person to another: what else can I say? Also needlekind is a great strife specibus for a rogue.

Wen Ning, Page of Doom. In a kinder world he'd be a Heart player. In this one he still ends up as a fierce corpse. Sorry, Wen Ning.

Jin Zixuan, Sylph of Hope. He starts out grandiose and unrealistic, but grows into his role. Elsewhere he would have created a garden to renew Jiang Yanli's hope, or sent an invitation to Yiling to give Wei Wuxian a glimpse of a path home. Here, he finds his way to a similar support role, bringing hope to heal when it's most needed. His new brotherly relationship with Meng Yao will be one of his greatest tests.

Meng Yao, Bard of Mind. Meng Yao is exceptionally skilled at getting people killed in a domino chain of decisions. By the time he dirties his hands himself, his target is already good as dead. He and Xichen make up the mind-heart duality. They work closely throughout the game, teaming up to understand the game and influence political systems, with Xichen a Prospit dreamer and Meng Yao on Derse. He almost betrays the party: are they able to pull him back?

Luo Qingyang, Witch of Breath. Decisive, independent, and on the move, she's ready to give her team a little shove (and her enemies a big hurricane.) Helps Jin Zixuan grow into his destined Wife Guy role.

#mdzs #the untamed #cql #homestuck #I'm sorry #But not that sorry #I'm most proud of NHS and MY

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leahsfiction · 1 year

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2.2k - unfinished idea, kind of a sequel to Shadows the Size of Make-Believe (WN/XY)

Wei-gongzi, Lan-er-gongzi, Luo Qingyang, and Wen Ning are drinking and talking shit about the old Lanling Jin leadership. Well, it’d started with Lan Wangji broaching the topic of the previous Chief Cultivator’s administrative mistakes in frigid and elegant - though outrageously inaccurate - style. They’ve wandered a bit from the subject, getting increasingly raucous along the way. Lan-er-gongzi, from drink or irritation at being upstaged or both, has fallen asleep sitting up.

“And Xue Yang!” Wei-gongzi says. He points at Luo Qingyang with the jug in his hand. “Ever heard of him, Mianmian? The little terror of Kuizhou?”

“Wasn’t he a demonic cultivator like you?” she returns, leaning her jug against her cheek, elbow on the table. “I dunno, isn’t that a point in his favour?”

As expected, Wei-gongzi swells in indignation. “Bullshit! Let me tell you –”

Wen Ning stares at the small dark pool of his own wine saucer, trembling in his hand. For a moment his own eye swims into view.

He nearly drops and smashes it when Wei-gongzi leans backwards into him, high ponytail brushing his face like a cat, unrestrained and sloppy where he’d been so solicitous around the sleeping jade statue of his husband. “– that little freak, right, Wen Ning?”

“I,” he says. “I think I’ve had a bit too much. Um, excuse me.”

He (lifts Wei-gongzi by the waist off the end of his robe) (no, he rips it out from under his warm weight, hurried and impersonal), stands, politely bows to the room, and leaves. Wei-gongzi takes his outrageous excuse and his leaving with the same brightly drunk, placidly accepting expression as Mr. Luo Qingyang (who is here too; Lan Jingyi and A-Yuan are providing childcare tonight).

The nerve of him. He should know better. Doesn’t he know Wen Ning better than this?

… Wen Ning has never told him. His hands half-curl into fists by his side. “The ignorant are not at fault,” he mutters, trying to remind himself; but it just pulls his thoughts in a new direction. He looks but does not see it, the house where Lan-zongzhu secludes himself. He doesn’t actually know where it is, of course.

His lip curls in self-disgust, and he starts walking aimlessly in the dark of the Cloud Depths, with the thoughtless balance of one completely sober.

///

“Xue Yang,” he gasps.

Xue Yang nips him behind the ear. “A-Ning,” he grins. “Tell me more~”

“Please,” he says, “I need you so much.”

When Xue Yang is satisfied by his begging he wraps his hand around Wen Ning’s throat again and squeezes. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the feeling. Xue Yang’s four-fingered hand is ungloved, hot and calloused against his neck.

“Keep looking at yourself,” Xue Yang says into his ear. Bites him again.

He doesn’t quite know if he likes it -- the mirror...

///

"Wen Qionglin.”

He turns. Lan-er-gongzi is standing behind him.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you.”

Lan-er-gongzi gravely considers this. “Mmm.”

“Great,” Wen Ning says.

“I do not know if I caused you any offense, in my drunkenness.”

Wen Ning lets himself sigh aloud. “No, not at all. Nor did Wei-gongzi. Truly. Now, if you’ll excuse me –”

“Stay with A-Yuan a spell. Too much solitude is unwise.”

He tamps down a laugh. “I’m not fit to be around children at the moment, Hanguang-jun, but I appreciate the thought.”

“False. Absurd,” says Lan Wangji, with the placid confidence of the truly drunk.

“‘Those ranked as fierce corpses are capable of slaughtering a city in one night.’” Lan Wangji still won’t leave. Wen Ning could theoretically outwait anyone, patient as a mountain; tonight it won’t wait. It simmers under his skin.

“Irrelevant,” says Lan Wangji, and actually takes a step forward.

“Are you too drunk to feel the resentment? Go away.”

“Your self-restraint is exemplary.”

He feels a peculiar smile form on his mouth, and hates himself for it. “If it wasn’t, your Underworld Hall bell would be ringing off its pedestal, I assure you.” Before he realizes what's happening, chains have slithered around his wrists. An eerie wind tugs at the ends of his hair. Oh, it's a relief. He doesn't have to hide the ugliest parts inside any more.

He doesn't have to stand around and reason with Lan Wangji. He turns and strides away, grass flattening under his tread.

"Wen Qionglin!" Incredibly, Lan Wangji is following him. He grabs the trailing end of one chain, resentment coiling around his hand, staining his pristine sleeve like soot.

Wen Ning is stronger than him, especially like this. He barely feels the tug as he keeps walking. "Desperate, aren't you?" he snarls, pushing his way through the trees. Branches snap against his body like cultivators' limbs. "What exactly do you want?"

"One should not leave without saying goodbye."

"I already did. Wen Ning bids you farewell – there, Hanguang-jun. Are you happy now?"

"Enough!" For the first time tonight, Lan Wangji looks wild. He has his sleeve wrapped around his hand now, resentful energy sparking and burning holes into the warded fabric. "All I need is to tell Wei Ying his friend is alright!"

He turns fully to face Lan Wangji, too fast for conscious thought. An expanding blast of resentful energy shakes the trees in a circle all around the two of them.

“Why?” he snarls. Lan Wangji finally lets go, unsheathing his sword, and he wraps the chain back around his arm before lashing out with his bare hands. The sword Bichen turns aside each blow, as sturdy as a fortress. “And what of you, Lan-er-gongzi? Aren't you a little concerned? Aren't you jealous? Well, he doesn't need me! I have my own road to walk, don't I? Why would I need him??"

He stops, horrified. Sinks slowly to the ground in the centre of a small crater, soft earth compressed by the weight of his sins.

"... All I do is need people to tell me what to do," he says. Covers his face with his hands and laughs into them. "My sister. Wei-gongzi. Xue Yang. Wei-gongzi again."

The clear trill of Chenqing sounds up the mountain slope, no cultivation of any type attached to it. Just the first phrase of that song, followed by a pause. A call-and-response for ordinary folk. In unison, they turn their faces towards it.

Lan Wangji doesn't play the answering phrase, though. "Xue Yang?" he says, voice quiet.

He just nods.

"One of your jailers. Or at the very least, he was their agent and inventor."

He still can't say anything. Luckily, Wei-gongzi arrives and skids to a stop in front of them. "Wen Ning? What's wrong?"

"I fear I made things worse, in attempting to help." Lan Wangji retreats a few steps away, brings out his guqin, and starts playing softly to disperse the excess resentment.

Wei-gongzi crouches down in front of him and puts a hand on his upper arm. "We were leaving you out of our fun, weren't we? That was thoughtless. Wen Ning, I'm sorry."

He nods.

"There is a more specific cause as well: you brought up Xue Yang."

Wei-gongzi scrunches up his face and puts a hand up to his head. "I did, didn't I? Ahhh… I'm sorry again." Looks at Wen Ning again, soft and dark and listening.

"N-no, it… me and him… He freed me. Took the nail out." To his shame, the warm presence of Wei-gongzi does feel like courage flowing into him through their one point of contact. And so he continues: "This was before Lanling Jin caught up with us again. He didn't even kill anyone, or ask me to kill for him. We just… robbed a few stores. Scandalized some people. I suppose that's something he also liked to do for fun."

"You cussed some people out?" Wei-gongzi says, delighted and proud. "Hey, want to give Lan Zhan a few lessons sometime?"

He looks down at his chained wrists in his lap, trying not to swallow his own tongue. "Wei-gongzi, it, I… I was enjoying myself back then, strange as it sounds. It was… walking boldly in the sunlight. Stealing expensive food to eat and wine to drink and… Before they caught us and put the nail back in, I… I was…"

"Living well," says Wei-gongzi, and pats him softly.

"Happiness is no sin," Lan-er-gongzi adds.

"Yeah! You have nothing to blame yourself for, alright?"

Lan-er-gongzi brings Rest to an end. It doesn't feel like an abrupt return to silence, as the natural sounds of the mountain have been continually weaving in and out of the piece; rather, Lan Wangji’s Dao disperses back into nature's patterns and multitudinous voices. The beat of small wings; a deer stepping through the trees; fast-running water. The three of them, present and unspeaking.

"But I still can't stop thinking about him," he says quietly. One hand goes to wrap around his own throat, not to choke off words but merely as an act of memory. "Even after…"

"After," Wei-gongzi agrees, in weary sympathy. "After can still be a bitch."

#mine #this is like a year old at this point idk if i'm ever going to finish it or make it. like. more emotionally plausible #xuening #the untamed #Wen Ning #xue yang

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guqinstrings · 2 months

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-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ @xiianxias Wei Peng Xi inquired ;

in retrospect, perhaps it wasn't the most intelligent decision wèi péng xī has ever made --- by now, he ought to know better than to go gallivanting about the marketplace during a downpour, but in his defense, wèi shān lóng had been gone for so long, stomping out a rebellion in the western state. he deserved a welcome-home gift of his favorite wine, even if it meant his big brother had to run out in the rain to get it ! ... and ... even if it means that said big brother has a cold now, even though he's stubbornly insisting that he's fine --- despite his inability to make it more than a few minutes between sniffles or coughs, or his reluctance to part with his heavy outer robes despite mild weather. it's not that bad ! it's really not !

"lan-gōngzǐ !" in spite of himself, wèi péng xī's voice cracks on the second syllable, and he wrinkles his nose in distaste. maybe it's ... a bit worse than he thought. even so, the crown prince is good-natured enough to laugh off his misfortune, trotting over to his new acquaintance's side eagerly in order to make a proper greeting.

"we meet again," he continues, cheeks punctuated with adorable dimples as he smiles brightly at the other. it's hard to not be fascinated by lan wangji; in his whole life, wèi péng xī has never met anyone half as taciturn as him. "you're here again today ! is it coincidence, or is it my good fortune ?"

IN LAN WANGJI’S ENTIRE LIFE no one has ever turned his head and held his attention like Wei Wuxian. At fifteen, the teenager had caught his attention and in even less time that it felt it should be possible, he had taken his heart. The way he smiled, pushed beyond the walls he threw up, his smile and radiant personality. He had grabbed his heart and then, he’d assumed, taken it to the grave with him. That was what he had assumed and it felt it made sense. He’d given everything for him, even when his feelings were shoved back at him, he’d still continued to give.

However, inexplicably, he finds his mind and his attention wandering as of late. Specifically to a single man that he for some reason continues to wander into in the market streets. He doesn’t understand it. Never, since Wei Wuxian’s death, has his mind wandered toward anyone else. So much of him blamed the world for what happened to Wei Wuxian, and so much of his heart had still felt held captive by him. Squeezed of its life and ripped open. To the point he chases chaos from one end of the world to the next, searching for signs of him, playing Inquiry, anything.

And yet.

The young man who had finally given him a name, Wei Peng Xi, reminds him frightfully of the man the world killed. Another Wei, another bright spirited young man, with delicate features and a warming smile. There’s a thought that runs through his head, that he has a problem, and he doesn’t know what to do with these–feelings that the man is instilling in him. Stirring up and shaking like a hornets nest, shoving it at him whenever he smiles at him and talks to him.

To place it all in a single word–he would label it as afraid. Not a lot can shake Lan Wangji, can unnerve him or make him react. Wei Wuxian had been the one who could easily do it, and then after he was gone, it was just Lan Sizhui. And all the little boy did was make him happy, without even knowing it or trying. Anyone else got the same, emotionless and cold expressions they expected from Hanguang-Jun.

Now there was this man.

Aside from his name, and the fact they keep running into each other, Lan Wangji doesn’t know anything about him. He’s noticed things about him though, like when he was in the market he always drifted toward the taro buns and watched them longingly. He seems to enjoy the smell of qingxiang tea, as if he wanted to stop and drink it. But what he really noticed, and he hates himself for it, is the way that the other laughs. Loud, with his entire body, like he can’t control it and it lights his eyes up with the brightest expression.

Wei Peng Xi clearly enjoys people, he clearly loves hanging out with people and spending time with them. He flourishes under attention, when being talked to and engaging in people. When someone gives him a little attention, he’s seen the way Wei Peng Xi smiles with such a heartwarming expression and if they’re upset eases into comforting them. He wants to please people, wants to be seen and form connections.

He knows another person who was like that, and Lan Wangji learned through years of being with him what a smile can hide. If Wei Peng Xi was like that or not, that he can’t say and Lans don’t make assumptions.

The weather today hadn’t been very good, and he’d taken to spending most of it inside an inn. He doesn’t enjoy traversing in the rain if he’s not in a hurry, so he had a room at the inn and was enjoying quite a bit of tea. He had, however, stepped outside for a bit of fresh air,just attempting to breathe and clear his head.

Of course that didn’t work.

He hears the shout of his name and the voice that carried it. Immediately his back stiffened slightly and his head turned to the side, spotting the man that rushed up toward him clearly breathing heavily. The crack of his voice, the lack of color in his face, yet the sight pink on his cheeks. How long had he been spending time in the rain? How cold was he? Was he running a fever? He pressed his lips together and turned to face Wei Peng Xi more directly.

Was it a coincidence or was he here searching for him? Perhaps the most frightful thought of that was that he didn’t know the answer.

“Mn…”

What Lan Wangji did know was that the young man clearly couldn’t spend any more time in the rain. He shifted slightly and reached his right hand out. His fingers wrapped around Wei Peng Xi’s right wrist and then gave a tug, wordlessly pulling him inside the inn he had just stepped outside of. Part of being a Lan was their superior strength, born from years of doing handstands while copying the rules. Something Lan Wangji had done for training and not punishment. It was easy to manipulate the other man, to tug him along with him, through the inn despite the stares it earned him.

He guides the other over toward the stairs and then turns slightly, casting his gaze along his body. Definitely feverish, weak even perhaps, a developing cold. Perhaps stairs would be quite difficult? With that thought he pulls the other a bit closer toward him and then flawlessly sweeps his arm underneath his legs while supporting his back. Quickly he lifts him up into his arms and then carries him up the stairs toward the second floor.

Lan Wangji’s room was down the hall and he made his way over toward it. Using his foot he pushes the door open, steps inside and carries him over toward the bed. With a gentleness only two people have ever received from him, he sets him down on the bed.

“I will get you tea.”

#-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ (ɪɴqɪʀʏ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ) ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢᵏ #xiianxias #( I hope you enjoyed this )#long post cw #-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ (VERSE) ᵗʰⁱʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ

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rambly notes, part 1/?:

lsz calls wen ning wen-dono... :’) it’s v respectful! he’s also using humble language (as in, a type of polite language in which the speaker places themself below the person they’re talking to) when he offers to accompany him. poor wn must be having a bit of a whiplash every time lsz pulls that :’’) how long has it been since he was considered not only a person, but someone worth respect? has he... ever been respected at all? sigh :(

SOBS yeah “this inonceivable offer made him very happy” wen niiiiiing

interesting! in the scene where wwx overheards lsz mentioning “wei-qianbei burying a child in the soil like a radish” and stumbles, exr has lan wangji’s eyebrows “curve” but then “immediately go back to normal”. i haven’t found the meaning of it yet, but visually, it reminds me of the eyebrow twitch anime characters sometimes do, and you know they’re irritated. the original text uses 弯, and one of its meanings listed in wiktionary is “bent; curved; crooked; arched”. there’s “arching one’s eyebrows”, or simply raising them, to show either surprise or disapproval. so, to me, this scene reads a bit like lwj internally clicks his tongue at wwx’s clumsiness.

but then, the japanese text has it that lan wangji has 目を細めていたが、その微かなな笑みはすぐにまた元に戻った, or, he narrowed his eyes, but soon after a faint smile returned to his face. so, more or less the same thing, but the japanese translator did something that i want to kiss them for, aka added the necessary information to make the sentence fuller. BUT ALSO 目を細める (the narrowing, or squinting, of one’s eyes) has this meaning of like... eyes going squinty when you smile at something, often with fondness or joy. so while i don’t think that was the intended meaning, it could kinda paint the picture of wwx stumbling, lwj going 😍 at his clumsy ass then immediately collecting himself and returning to default wei ying flavoured :^). CUTE.

oh my god. ohhhh my god. so in exr, sizhui says “Hanguang-jun also once buried me in a pile of rabbits“. the word used is “buried”, a nod to wwx burying a-yuan in the soil, i think. well. in japanese he was tossed. literally. ウサギの群れの中に放り込まれた, tossed into a group/colony/herd/whatever else is used of rabbits. i have no idea what to make of this. the original sentence in chinese does use 放, although wiktionary doesn’t have “to throw” in its meaning list -- rather, it’s just “put”. if it’s a mistake i’m forgiving it, because the imagery is fucking brilliant. YEET

^ this is also why the comparison between wwx burying a-yuan radish style and the esteemed hanguang-jung t o s s i n g a-yuan into a group of rabbits is so much more enjoyable now. with “putting” or “burying” in rabbits, the image is still cute, sort of awkward. tossing... yeah, they’re both insane. godspeed comrades, rip rabbits

aaaand then i’m a bit confused, because the japanese edition has this sentence (before the first comma is the part about the training ground being twice as large): 修練場は倍も大きく拡張され、新しく建てられた建物が連なる反り返ったの軒先は、敢えて不揃いになるよう起伏が設けられている。exr went with “each new building seemed to be taller than the last, adorned with curving roofs”. throwing the original fragment of the text (一座连一座的新筑飞檐勾角高低错落) in google translate gets me “one after another, the eaves and corners of the new buildings are scattered at different heights”, and the japanese version thrown in gtrans gets you “the curved eaves, which are a series of newly built buildings, are undulating so that they are intentionally uneven”. it’s kind of bullshit but it kind of gives me the idea of like... i’m going to commit a crime for a sec, bear with me, the upwards-curving eaves stretching from the newly built buildings have been arranged in an undulating manner, as if inorderly on purpose. which is a fucking hell to understand but like... does it mean that... every other building has been renovated to have upwards-curving eaves? because 起伏 is like, undulation, going up and down? or is it about the line of the roofs, as in, because of the curving eaves they go all wiggly? why 敢えて不揃いになるよう/inorderly on purpose? this is literally unimportant to everyone who’s not me but also man i wish other fan translations (if they’ve reached this point) were available so that i could compare and Figure It Out

ok i’ll stop for now. dear friends, i have read one and three fourths of a page. i am so sorry

#liveshrimping #post sponsored by: the lotus pier architecture

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actually it wasn’t until I watched the untamed that it hit me how sick I was of the worry-expressed-as-anger thing. depending on context it can be fine but sometimes it’s like. this person you care about clearly went through something terrible, so why make it worse for them by attacking them and blaming them for their own suffering, that’s only making it harder for them to communicate with you and be vulnerable, it reinforces that they need to do everything alone and maybe even they don’t see you as a safe person anymore...every day I say thank you hanguang-jun

#obviously in some scenarios that person does need a wakeup call and the energy of angry worry does help them understand how #much danger they were in etc. but im not talking about parents scolding kids im taking about how adults interact with each other #and something abt lwj's approach in which he literally had zero expectations and his primary goal was to ensure wwx felt safe #enough to ease up and start recovering on his own terms and speak about what happened when he was comfortable #instead of berating him for his choices or hie own DEATH #or trying to impress upon him how hard the 16 years was to wait #or throwing his scars and his grief in his face to make him understand how much he cared #it was like im going to show you how much I care by being everything I wasn't before and making your well-being my priority and not my #feelings.#like. idk it hit me really hard #best man. absolute best. thank you hanguang-jun #yanli also had this approach where she very gently asked wwx about his experiences and made sure he knew he could talk to her rip yanli #cql txp #post inspired by my older brother who I love endlessly #and who has been struggling with depression for years and I swear whenever my mom remembers he's depressed she just gets mad at him #like fuck off! that's not helping him! how do you think it feels to be struggling with something like that and having people angry with you!#for hurting!

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Wangxian fic recs

(pt2 here)

Hi so I live for fic recs that's why I've decided to finally make recs myself. So here are the fics I enjoyed the most in no particular order

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground

"Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again."

Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him."

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway.

I loved this one so much!! A nice case fic with lots of love!!!

From the Ashes by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho)

The war is over and Lan Zhan wants nothing more than a quiet life and a simple job as ship's security. His partner Wei Ying has other ideas about the quiet part, and life is never so simple... (a.k.a. Wangxian In Space)

I'm always wary of space stories because ever since others had gotten me into star wars or voltron I started to think stories about space are plot lacking technical fantasy. But not this fic! Of course it has the vibes of space stories, but it redeemed the whole thing for me. Anyway there is tension and... love!! And don't fear the angst tag, it's not because of bad miscommunication!

most times a wish by impossibletruths

Turns out the HR department may have had a point when they said don't bring your work home with you, and not just in the metaphorical sense. In his defense, it's not like he was trying to get anyone cursed.

I love this fic aaaa! It's modern cultivation, I really liked the setting!! And oh my god they were roommates hehe

side effects may include by slightlytookish

Worry still sat in Wei Wuxian's stomach like a stone, but what Lan Wangji was describing sounded less like the curse was acting up and more like he'd gone and caught a cold.

As if on cue, Lan Wangji sneezed loudly.

On their first night hunt together after Wei Wuxian returns from his travels, Lan Wangji gets hit with a curse that seals his spiritual power. With his defenses down, he soon catches a cold.

Wei Wuxian is ready to look after him. What he's not ready to deal with are Feelings.

Lovely the untamed post-canon fic! Love!!!

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets)

Wei Wuxian drops his hand, leans one shoulder into the stunted door frame. “Oh. Okay. So. Why are you here, exactly?”

“The Institute sent me to assist you,” the ridiculously beautiful cardigan owner says, “as your familiar.”

Wei Wuxian laughs as if it’s a joke, although the man’s stony expression makes it clear that any humor gleaned from him is likely unintentional.

“Well, uh, I appreciate your,” Wei Wuxian says, “you know, time, but everything is under control here, actually.”

With impeccable timing, a tea-kettle sound keens from the kitchen, followed by a contained bang.

—

Or: Wei Wuxian is a witch, Lan Wangji is sent to be his familiar. They figure it out.

I loved this one so much! Once again the way magic works in this was so fascinating! And usually I stay away from animal transformation because that can get weird in an uncomfortable way, but not this one!

Bring Out The Sea In Me by Tabi_essentially

Post canon, Wei Wuxian takes Lan Wangji to the ocean because he's a total water baby and he wants to share his joy. Some rando gets pulled out by the rip, WWX is a competent badass, LWJ is massively turned on by this.

A nice careless beach day that turns into not so nice beach day, but it's all good at the end.

and here comes the summertime by ribena

(available only when logged in ao3)

On the first day of Lan Zhan’s first class of senior year, Wei Ying walks into his classroom.

“Oh, good morning, Wei Ying!” says Professor Song cheerfully, because she has betrayed him. She smiles at Wei Ying, because she has betrayed him, and then she gestures at Lan Zhan and says, “This is Lan Zhan, have you two met before?” because she has betrayed him.

“No,” Wei Ying answers, and sticks his hand out at Lan Zhan. “Nice to meet you!”

“The two of you are going to be TA’ing this class together,” Professor Song goes on, like she has not just thrown off Lan Zhan’s entire day and possibly his entire month. “And, of course, helping out with my research together as well, so I hope you two can get along well!”

or; Lan Zhan tries very hard not to be Wei Ying's friend. He does not succeed.

I almost didn't read this because Lan Zhan was too much of an ass to Wei Ying at the beginning, but man I'm glad I stayed and read it.

A Bad of Nibs (Nibs are Bad) by Enk

To his own surprise, Wei Ying doesn't hate quarantine. It's full of Lan Zhan, bunnies, great food, evenings curled up on the couch watching nature documentaries. Wei Ying can't imagine it getting any better. Until it does.

Except Nibs. Nibs are the worst.

And *gasps* they were quarantined together! Really cute and lovely <3 (the nibs part will be explained lol)

Unstrictly Ballroom by Ariaste

Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian brought scandal and shame down upon his head and was thrown out of the competitive ballroom dance circuit. He vanished, never to be heard from again.

Lan Wangji aches when he remembers the way Wei Ying danced--like a laugh given movement and form. He has never stopped searching for him.

Delightful fic! I really don't know anything about competitive dancing but I felt it.

all the silver moons by milkcrates

"Hey," says Wei Ying. It's the softest his voice has gone tonight, but he's close enough for Lan Wangji to– touch him, kiss him– hear him. "Eyes on me."

Wei Ying, thinks Lan Wangji, always.

And he passes out.

Lan Wangji gets injured on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian takes care of him, and lots of feelings are had.

What it says on the label, LOTS OF FEELINGS ARE HAD.

For my heart's ground. by orange_crushed

After a while he can feel a palm against his face, gentle fingers soft and soothing. It’s not real, not exactly: he can tell the difference between a ghost’s touch and a living person’s, between a spirit-vision and an overactive imagination. His education has been thorough. But the beating has also been thorough, so for now he forgets what he knows and leans into it, into the hand cupping his cheek. It’s soft and dry as those forgotten petals, as the touch of a pillow. He can smell wildflowers, can taste blood and dirt. My baby, his mother says, and he closes his eyes. My treasure. He barely remembers the sound of her voice, but the feeling of it is just the same. Just the same as ever.

[In which Lan Wangji loses almost everything, plants a garden, and grows a second chance.]

Love how this fic took the silly concept of planting A Yuan among the radishes and developed something so intricate and beautiful, another type of magic.

Bzzz Bzzz Feel Good by ScarlettStorm

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, and when Wei Ying turns around, Lan Zhan has followed him into the kitchen and is doing something with the empty wine glass that could almost be termed fidgeting. His fingertips tense and relax, and Lan Zhan takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders almost imperceptibly. “Would you like me to cut your hair for you?”

Wei Ying’s brain skids to a halt. Oh. Huh. That would. That would be a hell of a lot easier, wouldn’t it? Lan Zhan would at least be able to see and touch the back of his head at the same time, and that’s half the battle. Even if it’s not a good haircut, it would be something, and it probably wouldn’t end with Wei Ying in tears, and it would end with Wei Ying having shorter hair, which is the only thing he really wants right now.

“Yeah,” he says, a little awed. “If you don’t mind then that would be great, Lan Zhan.” He can almost feel the breeze on his undercut again, spine tingling in anticipation.

Or: Lan Zhan offers to help out with Wei Ying's quarantine growout... with sexy results!

Modern AU and getting together via quarantine forced haircut at home <;3

the best of you by sysrae

When Jin Zixuan calls in a favour, Lan Wangji ends up renting his spare room to Wei Wuxian.

It doesn't go how any of them expected.

Loved this fic so much aaa

Disapproving Rabbit by jadztone

Elementary school teacher Wei Ying talks his idiot coworker Su She out of making a class pet out of a rabbit he found in a park. He's quite taken with the bunny's glares and foot stomps, and so is his son A-Yuan. But any hope that they might make this disapproving rabbit their pet is dashed when they learn the truth about "Bunji" from vet friend Nie Mingjue.

Cute fic with shapeshifter Lan Zhan

Tell Sincerely, Half So Clearly by Sweet_William

Lan Wangji was in love with his roommate, Wei Wuxian. Which was fine. It was fine. He was handling it. Or he was handling it, until they started to get closer, and Wei Wuxian picked up a little habit that seemed tailor-made to push him to his limit until he either confessed or was set on fire by his own blush. Lan Xichen was probably taking bets on which it would end up being.

A short one but a good one! F E E L I N G S

A Curse of a Different Color by nickel710

At home, Lan Wangji steels himself before taking off his shirt to investigate the problem on his arm. He isn’t sure which will be worse— to peel away his sleeve and find something horrific, or find nothing at all out of the ordinary.

Still, the only way to know is to take action, so he shoves his anxious uncertainty down into his golden core to burn away into nothing and unbuttons his shirt. Out come the cuff links, set gently back into their case. Finally, he tugs his arms out of their sleeves and, not yet looking at his arm, puts the shirt into its appropriate color-sorted laundry bin.

At last, he lets his gaze move to the back of his left forearm. His breath catches in his throat. The fingers of his right hand move, shaking just slightly, to skim at the half inch spot about halfway between his elbow and wrist.

Hard to the touch, there is a patch of cool white stone on his skin. More accurately, perhaps, there is a patch of his skin that has transmutated into, if he had to hazard a guess, white jade.

In which Lan Wangji is slowly turning into jade and turns to local curse-breaking expert Wei Wuxian for help.

This was such a good one! Jade of Gusu, you say, huh. I loved the concept of someone being so expressionless that it made them turn to actual jade.

Where You Fell by Sweet_William

Years ago, Lan Wangji was a Senior in high school, readying himself for graduation and the coming years studying at the Gusu Lan Institute of Music. Everything in his life made sense, from his role in his family, to a future as a classical musician. The only thing that didn’t fit was the sudden epiphanies he had about himself brought on by his bothersome and flirtatious classmate, Wei Wuxian. When the growing attraction and friendship was cut short by the other boy’s disappearance, he mourned what could have been, but ultimately had to move on. What he didn’t know was that fate would bring them back together again one day, or the reality of how far apart two lives can diverge, how some can find peace and prosperity, while others can fall farther than he ever imagined.

This is a looooooooooong one and I read it while it was still being written and I had such a great time with it! Hit me in all the right spots. However be wary of 300k words tho!

Vagabond by xantissa

Wei Wuxian comes back to Cloud Recesses after a year of wandering the world, hoping to start a relationship with Lan Zhan. He doesn’t expect to come into the middle of a case of sleeping sickness mysteriously killing people, nor does he expect what follows, putting everything he holds dear on the line once again.

Loved this one so much! There was such a good twist!

decay by antebunny

The Lans agree to take in the DafanWen after Wei Wuxian rescues them from Qiongli Path. Their only condition: that Wei Wuxian lets himself be purified of resentful energy. Lan Wangji thinks this is how he will finally get his Wei Ying back, free from demonic influences. Wei Wuxian thinks this is a fancy way of saying "execution."

Angsty in all the right ways.

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes

“A-Yuan,” he says, carefully, “did—did you make the flowers grow like this?”

A-Yuan shakes his head in exasperation. “Baba, I said. Doctor Flowers did it.”

“Doctor Flowers,” Lan Zhan repeats, pointing at the tiny plum tree, just to confirm that his son is suggesting a magical tree named Doctor Flowers sprouted overnight and made their tame family project turn into a verdant jungle. A-Yuan nods. “Doctor Flowers,” he confirms. “He’s funny! I like him.”

A mysterious garden blooms on Lan Zhan's rooftop. His internet forum pen pal gives great gardening advice but never seems to sleep. The man who works at the florist, who keeps reviving the plants that Lan Zhan can't seem to keep alive, has a beautiful smile.

These things are related.

Mhmm cute little misunderstandings

a garden in your ribcage by puddingcatbeans

Strange magic-induced rings of decay have started appearing all over the old, weary city of Yiling. As the resident witch, Wei Ying is prepared to deal with it on his own with his unorthodox way of witchcraft, but recently a new witch has moved into town.

Between solving the mystery and re-learning this grown-up, softer version of the Lan Zhan he remembers from what feels like a lifetime ago, Wei Ying's days have become a lot more interesting.

(or, soft witches au featuring the wens, plants, food, and the inherent romanticism of having deep mutual respect for the fellow witch you're working together with to save a city.)

I'm a sucker for modern magic and this fic delivered the best! Loved it so much!

the world passes by but for me there is only you by beeswaxing

Lan Zhan finds out about Wei Ying’s core removal from an unlikely source, and it isn’t the only secret the two teenagers have been keeping from each other.

Sentient weapons taken to another level, dare I say.

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley)

"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.

"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.

"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."

A great take on Idiots In Love like oh my god they were SO DUMB but I loved them anyway

Counterpoint by Magnolias-by-the-Window (JustAnotherAbby), maichan, Tsuminoaru

“It is hard to write a beautiful song. It is harder to write several individually beautiful songs that, when sung simultaneously, sound as a more beautiful polyphonic whole.” (John Rahn)

In music, counterpoint is the relationship between two or more musical lines that are independent melodies, yet harmonically interdependent.

Lan Wangji, the principal cellist in his orchestra, finds himself performing JS Bach’s Art of Fugue with a student string quartet one semester and falls in love with the ways his life intersects with that of the lead violinist.

Wei Wuxian, a composition major, finds himself echoing that sentiment, and their story takes on all the complexity and fascination of the very fugues they are learning.

This was so good! It was like entering music school, muted sounds of someone practicing all over the building. I re-started listening to Tchaikovsky just because Lan Wangji told he liked him.

A Sure Thing by vesna (mrsronweasley)

The message says, I require exclusive commitment as well as flexibility. You may spend the night, but not always. I will be the one to keep the schedule of our meetings.

Wei Ying crunches on a chip thoughtfully, then takes a deep breath and writes back, What do I get in return?

Do not read if you're not okay with sex work etc. I didn't know if that was okay with me, but despite that I started it and it was the right decision though!

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie

That’s just the thing, isn’t it? Wei Ying feels nothing. He doesn’t feel anything, and this emptiness should scare him. He knows he should be scared. He wants to be scared. He isn’t. Fear itself is never scary; fear is just a response. It means that your body wants you alive. It’s the absence of terror that scares him.

Another music one and oh it hit in all the right spots. Big warning for suicide, but the author did a great job by describing it. I was worried they would glorify suicide or make Lan Zhan the savior of it all, but they did not. I'm very glad the focus was not on how Wei Ying got there, but the suicide was rather the starting point, and the fic talked about recovery more than downfall.

#me thinking i can rec smth when all i can say 'it was a great fic' lol #wangxian fic rec #wangxian #the untamed fic rec #mdzs fic rec #the untamed #mdzs #if you have similar taste to mine and you have fic recs hmu babeees #happy valentines my loves

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