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hualianff · 2 years

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HC definitely cries during his and XL’s wedding.

Because for as long as he can remember, he has always been 100% sure of his love for XL.

XL’s vows, his every word, memory, and promise expressing his love for HC - it’s a miracle. It’s a goddamn miracle to be loved back. When XL declares that he’ll devote the rest of his life to loving HC and make sure he’s happy, HC’s tears finally stream down his cheeks.

He sniffles, lower lip trembling.

“-oh, oh baby-“ XL interrupts his own vows to wipe HC’s face with a handkerchief. HC sobs pitifully, choking out an apology. “No, San Lang needs not to apologize. These are happy tears, right?”

HC’s face scrunches up as he nods. He desperately wipes at his eyes.

“O-of course they are. Gege makes me the happiest.”

“Aiya, you’re so sweet, my love.” XL cups HC’s jaw, stroking his thumb along his damp cheek. He finishes dabbing HC’s face, murmuring, “San Lang is such a pretty crier. I’m so lucky to love him so.”

XL’s own eyes are misty. He can’t help it. Whenever he sees HC cry, he can’t help but cry himself.

He shakily wraps up his vows, ending off with a watery, “I just…I really l-love you so much, San Lang. And that love grows bigger and stronger every single day.”

His hands gently squeeze HC’s.

“You are my everything.”

The knot in XL’s throat breaks free, causing him to let out a squeaky hiccup. This makes everyone in the audience chuckle through their own teary eyes.

(Okay, maybe not everyone. Some people are a little emotionally constipated and are dying inside from the sappiness overload.

But they will survive. Their friend is marrying their special person and that’s all that matters.)

It’s now HC’s turn to say his vows. The vows that he spent weeks diligent writing out and memorizing. The vows that, upon staring down at XL’s sparkling eyes that probably hold literal stars inside, HC completely blanks on.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Gege, I had everything planned out but n-now I can’t do anything right,” HC stutters, shrinking in on himself.

“Shhh, you’re doing great, my love,” XL whispers, smiling encouragingly. “Take a few deeps breaths. Big inhale- and exhale- there you go. Now, just tell me how you feel.”

HC takes a few more deep breaths. If XL trusts him not to fuck things up, then HC will trust his voice as well.

“Okay.”

HC proceeds to spill out his heart into the most beautiful, eloquent love confession. Now XL’s the one with tears blurring his vision, the sheer amount of love he feels for the man in front of him flooding out.

HC serenades his beloved with years’ worth of yearning daydreams and late night prayers. Of precious days spent planting and tending to the garden he and XL have made for themselves, and cherishing the buds and blossoms that bloom from their love.

He’s gradually leaned closer until his foreheads rests against XL’s, breathing out lowly, “-you are, and always will be, the one for me.”

When the officiant blesses the couple toward an everlasting marriage of love, XL lifts onto his toes while HC’s arms wrap around his waist. They kiss slowly and tenderly, XL cupping HC’s jaw, a salty taste registering on his tongue.

When XL pulls away, HC chases his lips for one more shorter peck.

“Hi husband,” XL whispers endearingly.

“Husband.“ HC repeats, in slight disbelief.

He leans in for another kiss.

Bonus:

-When HC throws the flower bouquet, it heads right in FX’s direction. Naturally, MQ tackles him to the ground and the person behind FX catches the bouquet.

That person is HX.

SQX outright shrieks.

-Cue HuaLian cutting the cake. XL sneakily dabs the frosting onto HC’s cheek and proceeds to lick it off.

In retaliation, HC smears cake against the whole lower half of XL’s face. XL cackles when HC goes to clean up the mess he made.

MQ: [finger in the mouth gag]

-A wave of people come to congratulate the newlyweds throughout the night and HC IS NOT HAVING IT-

He just steps back and let’s XL do the socializing, all while back hugging his husband.

HC after all the important protocol activities: “can we go now?”

XL: “San Lang, it’s our party, try to enjoy it?”

HC: “mhm…”

HC was a sticky boyfriend but now he’s a sticky husband!

-Someone has to be the photographer so they can take the cutest candid photos of the newlyweds.

Enter YY: the low maintenance photographer with a weak-enough presence to capture all the moments without people noticing.

YY when he sees how HC keeps leaning over to whisper things in XL’s ear while smirking: “can they get a room?”

YY also has all the tea of the night.

He finds SQX and HX making out in the corner; SQX on HX’s lap with the bouquet tightly squeezed between them.

He catches FX pouring hot sauce into MQ’s drink, and later on dance floor, MQ making it his mission to step on FX’s feet.

He spots PM leaving with several women.

LW and SWD go out in the gardens, LW rubbing her temples while SWD pulls out a joint.

He sees BY and PX running around like wild, headless chickens because they lost E’Ming aka the ring-bearing-dog and HC is going to kill them.

He stumbles upon QYZ fighting someone’s child and runs away before the younger man notices him.

YY is unsuccessful and therefore, gets no more pictures of the night after being caught.

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W/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #cerdrabbles #hualian wedding #husbands hualian #tian guan ci fi

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phagechildon · 1 year

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Another Hualian AU I might write eventually~! I actually have so many ideas for it, I just need time to actually write x.x and motivation. Sorta based off the the Hanahaki disease where the victims cough up flower petals, cept way deadlier and wicked

Xie Lian is sent to investigate an area where Heaven received a vast number of prayers from, begging for their missing loved ones to return. For the ones that do return, they pray for their health as they cough up flowers and branches until they die. A simple mission, one he’s done several times. However, after several days, he doesn’t return. San Lang trusts and knows he can handle himself, but something just doesn’t feel *right,* so he follows the red string.

He stumbles upon a completely deserted village, no one left behind. Food is left on tables, indicating they left in a hurry. And in the center of town, his anger soars. On a stone slab lays Xie Lian’s bamboo hat which is covered in blood, the only reason it didn’t fly away was thanks to bloodied chains holding it down. On the ground is a black blade with an unknown purple tip, power radiating off of it in waves. It’s cursed, he realizes, cursed, poisoned, and almost alive. It explains why Xie Lian wasn’t able to free himself.

The only reason he didn’t explode in fury is thanks to the little self control and caution he has, knowing if he spreads his aura, the perpetrators might run away if they were still lingering around. He refuses to take any chances that’ll prolong him from holding Xie Lian safely in his arms.

He makes Yin Yu collect the knife and ask one of the oldest blacksmiths in Ghost City if they’ve seen anything like it. The ghost turns impossibly more pale, saying he should throw it away before it tastes anyone’s blood or soul

It’s a sword that belongs to an ancient creature that’s seeking revival by feasting upon misery and sadness. No one knows how strong the creature is, only that when it last woke, its aura blocked out the sun itself. Its believers and loyal followers are creatures of the woods, and are usually the ones responsible for wiping out whole villages. Nothing is left behind, though it’s hinted they’re kidnapped and used for more energy.

The swords are crafted by devoted followers. The dipped purple edge is a poison that subdues the mind, dropping the victim's guard as the sword then pierces both the body and soul. After soaking up enough of the blood, it tears deeper until its colorless gem is dyed in their blood, becoming a seed, which then slips inside them. If they survive the initial attack, their skin will bare a mark on their forehead.

Those who are dripping with misery usually survive for a while because the seed slowly absorbs them from the inside out. They start to cough up leaves and flower petals, and branches break their bones and through their skin. Some can even see the branches pressing against the skin, as if starts becoming almost translucent. Once it fully absorbs the owner, its most precious flower opens up (blooming out of where the mouth would’ve been) like a clam to reveal a brightly shining “pearl,” which is then fed to their god.

The sword Yin Yu is carrying is missing its gem, meaning it’s inside the person the blood belongs to. Xie Lian is a god, he’s immortal, but has suffered severely for 800 years nearly all alone, giving up on people, finding hope in people, and ultimately, completely and utterly giving up on himself. As much as San Lang completely detests the fact, he knows Xie Lian could easily resurrect this so-called god. He just hopes his Highness is using his “I can’t die so what does it matter how I feel or if it hurts” attitude for once.

After conducting more research, they learn they have their own secret world hidden within a forbidden forest even he knows to be wary of. There’s teleportation arrays all over the place, which allows these disgusting creatures to move around the world with ease, using the kidnapped people’s life force for energy.

Since it feeds off misery, Hua Cheng knows it’s very dangerous for him to go in. But he refuses to rely on anyone else to get Xie Lian out, especially since they don’t know what they are doing to him. The infinity knot and red string are still okay, meaning he’s still alive. But that’s worrisome. If Xie Lian was sound of mind, he would’ve either escaped or called for help via their private communication array. Xie Lian might not know how to ask for help, even from him, and oftentimes forgot, but there was no way he wouldn’t *plead* for San Lang if and when they tapped into his memories of White No-Face ( Bai Wuxiang )

And if they were blocking the communication array, leaving Xie Lian’s strangled cries to fall short, leaving him all alone *again,* hell would be a paradise compared to what he’d do to all of them

This wasn’t a place he could just walk into though, even as a Ghost King. Even the Heavenly Emperor would find it extremely difficult to infiltrate it’s borders as the land itself must invite you in, as it’s part of the creature they were trying to resurrect. The creature is far older than the Heavenly Emperor, some rumors even say it was born the same time humanity was

So he finds a magical item to seal his memories away, only keeping the vital necessities and stringing together a false life. Naturally, he trusts Yin Yu with safeguarding the memories. If he doesn’t return within a week, he’s to shatter the mirror and free his memories. The consequences of having his memories rush in and making a scene are unknown, but he’d face them if it meant saving Xie Lian

He’s banking on slowly recovering them while he’s on the inside, trusting his devotion to Xie Lian to make this plan succeed

Little does he know they’ve heavily drugged Xie Lian, his mind in shambles due to the effects of the drug and having three seeds in him, making him believe the victims are people of Xianle, creating the “perfect” world where Xie Lian gets to be the loved Prince he was always meant to be (the creatures did this to keep Xie Lian from leaving and finding a “cure” for himself). And Wu Ming, barely having his own memory (and being effected by the environment), has to break this fake paradise, unable to watch Xie Lian literally die more by the day despite how happy he seems, even if the happiness is forced half the time ... both having their memories gone, both having fleeting moments of extreme emotion for the other, not understanding, and longing that doesn’t make sense falisudhf the confusion and fear and aaaa very nice angst and comfort~

and that’s the premises but that’s giving so much away already but I just had to share ;////; I dont know anyone who likes TGCF flaiushdf so naturally I want to share it with anyone who’s interested~ hopefully i’ll be able to write it soon!ish fasdf naturally it’ll have a happy ending~

#hualian #tgcf #phage writes #heaven official's blessing #tenses are all off cause im writing this when i should be sleeping ehehehe

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curiosity-killed · 3 years

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Kiss meme- 17 for hualian 💜

17: Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin

cw: past major character death, references to past violence, self-harm

(on ao3)

Even in dreams, he knows Wuming is dead. It’s a kindness, perhaps, that the darkness tells the truth in this at least. That smiling mask tilts to the side, his hands held neatly behind his back, and—

“You’re dead,” Xie Lian says.

He can’t see the ghost’s face, but he still feels the sensation that he’s smiling behind the painted-on curve. Horror doesn’t rise up within him at the recognition of the feeling, only a tired kind of resignation. It hangs in the center of his chest, an anchor grounding him from its tether around his heart.

“I killed you,” he says.

“It is an honor to die for Dianxia,” Wuming says earnestly.

He takes a single step forward, swaying with the same graceful weight of a heavy-headed peony. Xie Lian swallows and doesn’t step back. He wants to apologize, wants to scream, wants to demand Wuming tell him why—why he did it, why he was so quick to obey Xie Lian’s every command until that very last one. He wants to go back and do it over, choose a different path and run away from all his mistakes.

For a moment, he just wants to pretend.

He swallows, chest tight.

“Won’t you take your mask off now?” he asks.

He doesn’t know what he’ll see underneath, what face his imagination will paint below the mask. Wuming ducks his head and shifts his weight on his narrow waist like a child hiding a secret behind their back. Tipping his head up, he hums thoughtfully.

“If Dianxia closes his eyes,” he says.

Something in his tone makes Xie Lian draw in a sharp breath—the teasing edge barely masking something deeper and more sincere. He scours Wuming’s false face as if he’ll find a hint or answer there before swallowing and giving a tight nod. He closes his eyes.

For a moment, nothing happens. The darkness curls close and wraps around him, the stillness so absolute that he can’t even hear his own breathing. He holds himself perfectly still and squeezes his eyes shut so he can’t peek.

Then— a soft breath brushes over his lips and chin, just barely warm. His stomach clenches tight and he clenches his eyes shut more firmly. Nerves flutter low in his belly, squirming and dancing under the edges of his ribs. Nerves and—something else. He doesn’t let himself name it but only holds himself still as he feels the gravity of another body leaning into his space. It’s a tingling against his skin, a pull against the rope strung through his chest like a fingertip curling around a guqin string. He inhales carefully, and then there are lips pressing gentle against his own.

He’s never been kissed before, doesn’t know what to do—but Wuming doesn’t seem to mind. He draws back slightly, and Xie Lian catches himself swaying forward to follow. A soft huff of laughter escapes Wuming, and he returns, more sure this time as he angles his head and deepens the kiss. Fingers lift to cradle Xie Lian’s neck, eight points of ice resting against his overheated skin the same way they could to snap his neck or strangle him. He jumps, gasping at the sudden contrast, but Wuming’s grip is firm enough he doesn’t pull away.

Somehow, Xie Lian knows he isn’t allowed to touch in return, that clinging to Wuming will only shatter the illusion, make him dissipate and vanish into black smoke and screams. Instead, he sinks into the touch and tries to imbue all his wanting and his grief into the way their lips shift against each other. Wuming’s icy hand slides up Xie Lian’s cheek to scrape into his hair. His fingers close, tugging a little at the roots.

“Hnn,” Xie Lian groans as a shudder runs through him.

It vibrates down his scalp to trace electric through his limbs, and he digs his fingernails into his palms to keep from reaching out for Wuming. He must not take more than he’s been given. He must not want too much.

“Taizi dianxia,” Wuming murmurs against his lips, and Xie Lian shivers at the weight of the title, the sundering heft of devotion in each syllable.

He wants to protest, to insist that he doesn’t deserve to be called such and least of all by Wuming—but it seems a cruelty, a cheapening of Wuming’s belief. He would be anything Wuming asked of him if only he was here to ask, if only he would ask. In this dreamworld, Xie Lian would give himself over if he could be the person deserving of Wuming’s unwavering worship.

Wuming pulls away slightly, and Xie Lian whines in protest before he can catch himself. Before he can verbalize his complaint, there are lips pressed against the tender skin below his jaw where Wuming’s fingers first touched, and Wuming drags his head back with a firmer grip in his air. A startled breath jolts out of Xie Lian, and he only barely keeps his eyes closed as Wuming marks a ring of flushed blooms down the line of his throat. He seems intent on marking a collar around Xie Lian’s neck. He manipulates Xie Lian’s head with a confident hand in his hair, and Xie Lian sinks into helplessness as goose flesh pebbles his skin at each new touch. Even if he didn’t need to keep his eyes shut, he thinks it would be impossible to keep them open like this. His body feels strangely weightless, as if the last centuries have slid away from him as easily as rain running down his skin. A shudder runs through him as Wuming’s other hand slides between the collars of his robes and slips down to curl against his chest. His hand is still cold as death, and the contrast has Xie Lian arching into the touch.

He’s never wanted anyone before, never had any interest in those romantic entanglements that so enthralled others. When he’s thought of being held, being touched and kissed, sour unease has risen up his throat. He thinks of hands on him and they always come with swords. He thinks of arms around him, and he hears off-key laughter and sees white sleeves.

But now—Wuming skates his hand down Xie Lian’s side and he wants it, wants more. He wants to be wrapped in it, pressed down and held steady. He wants to reach out and drag Wuming closer until nothing can separate them.

He wants and he wants and he wants—

He shakes with it, strung taut between all the lessons drilled into his mind over the years and the sudden surge of desire, the unfamiliar want that coils tight in his belly. Wuming’s hands hold him so steadily, curled gentle around his waist and tight in his hair, and Xie Lian’s body bows as if drawn by an expert archer. He feels the tear slip from his eye and curve hot down his cheek and feels Wuming’s lips press against it, leaving only the drying trail down Xie Lian’s cheek.

“You’ll be gone,” Xie Lian says, and his voice cracks under it, “when I open my eyes.”

“Dianxia,” Wuming murmurs against his skin, “I was never here.”

Xie Lian opens his eyes slowly, to the melancholy light before dawn. The little camp he’s made under the boughs of an aging willow is painted in blues and smudges of black like a child wiped ink across the paper with their fingertips. Curled on his side, he forces himself to breathe in the cold bite of night air and focus on the looming shadows of the trees across the river. This early in the morning, they’re still formless and unified, but for a moment, he imagines he sees a slender silhouette among them, a flash of white. He swallows hard and forces his eyes to focus until he can clearly see it’s only a younger tree amidst the great cedars here.

His hand slips up to his neck and presses gently. There’s no answering pang, no protest of tender bruises; only the cursed shackle remains, smooth and heavy under the bandages. He closes his eyes and tightens his hand, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his neck. For a moment, two, he allows himself to pretend. Already, the sensation of Wuming’s hands has started to fade from his skin, disappearing along with the heady want of the dream.

Selfish, he thinks and digs in harder. Shameful.

Ruoye wriggles off his wrist and starts patting at his face before shifting to tugging at his hand impatiently. He relents, ashamed at himself anew for such a weak and selfish response. Reaching for Ruoye, he strokes the bandage soothingly in apology and it squeezes his wrist once before unwinding to curl around his neck instead. It hangs there, a soft weight crumpling against his chest.

He tells himself he doesn’t remember what it felt like to have loving hands pressed there instead. He tells himself to forget.

#hualian #tgcf #tgcf fic #my writing #ty anon :D #this was very fun to write also i miiiissss themmm D:#also i had an entirely different scenario planned #and then i was like oh hey remember that thing abt wuming being xie lian's first love?#would that be fun or what #and uh #here we are #Anonymice #asked & answered

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wangxianfics · 3 years

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Hi, sorry to bother but do you have any fics where wwx gets adopted by someone else, It would be great if its hualian from tgcf or maybe Bingqiu from svsss thank you!

Hi @euphoria3me!

Here’s all the MXTX Verse Crossover Adoptions of WWX fics we know of :

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Bingqiu & Hualian-Adopted!WWX :

Way Back by Little_Dimples (20K, Teen)

(Crossover, De-Aging, Kid!WWX, Hualian-Adopted!WWX, Bingqiu-Adopted!WWX, Time Travel, Family Dynamics, WWX has a lot of dads, Action/Adventure, Curses, Gods, Everyone Loved Wei Ying)

In which Wei Wuxian gets turned into a child- gets thrown through three different universes and ages up in each of them but still manages to find his way back to Lan Zhan.

Detailed comment here

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Bingqiu-Adopted!WWX :

A Guide on Parenting a BL Novel Protag by BingQiu by anatheme (75K, Not Rated, WIP - 17/20)

(Bingqiu-Adopted!WWX, Fix-It, No System, Fluff, Crack, OC bingqiu and moshang kids who play vital roles in fucking up the plot and raising wwx, Pining!WWX, Oblivious!WWX, Misunderstandings, Crush to Best Friends to ???, Soft Sweet Tender Wangxian, Kinda Royalty AU but not focused on it)

First, find the protagonist. Second, adopt him. Third, provide the protagonist with the loving and supportive family he deserved. Fourth, face slap the villains away before canon timeline happened because canon was already an angsty shitshow. Fifth, let the protagonist meet the main lead and watch their romance bloom in real life.

Thousands of years passed after the conclusion of the main storyline and Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's disbandment, their tales had long been forgotten and only tidbits remained as new sects rose to replace them.

While enjoying their happy ending without the SYSTEM blaring out orders and deducting points left and right, it should be easy for experienced transmigrator and already a parent to three Immortal Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu and his husband, Demon Emperor Luo Binghe, to raise a baby A-Ying whom they saved from the streets.

'Til the Sun Grows Cold by xnemone (73K, Mature)

(Bingqiu-Adopted!WWX, Pre-Canon for MDZS, Post-Canon for SVSSS, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Mutual Pining)

Long after Cang Qiong Sect was burned to ashes and the world had all but forgotten demons, there lived an immortal who had not ascended to the Heavens and a Demon King who stood beside him. They taught a small sect, powerful in their few numbers in a world where a new reign of great sects conquered the region. Though they did not hunt for title and gain as the four great sects did, their name held weight to the kingdom’s people. Those protected by Master Shen and Lord Luo live lives free of fear.

When the child raised as the lords’ own son is sent abroad to appease a tyrant, there is little anyone can do but pray for mercy on those who would dare hurt a hair on little Wei Wuxian’s head.

His fathers are not the forgiving type.

@aniimone

[New Mission – Parenting] by Forgotten64 (90K, Mature, WIP - 18/?)

(Bingqiu-Adopted!WWX, Post-Canon for SVSSS, Kid!WWX,Found Family, OP!WWX)

Centuries have passed by and Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe are living peacefully up in the mountains. The once proud and strong peak sects no longer exist but have been replaced by cultivation sects. One day when the two immortals wander down their mountain into a small village is when Shen Qingqiu hears a voice he hasn’t heard in years. The annoying Google translate voice of the System!

[New Mission: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation… Do you accept?]

In which Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe obtain a child known as Wei Ying. Chaos ensures

Destined by KNBSnkLover (35K, Explicit, WIP - 7/9)

(Canon Divergence, Drabble Collection, Modern AU, Fantasy, AU, Soulmates AU, Reincarnation, Sibling Incest, Angst)

A series of drabbles featuring Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe as the adoptive fathers of Wei Wuxian. In each and every lifetime, Wei Wuxian is welcomed into a loving home and fated to be their son. However, it seems like that Wei Wuxian is also destined to be with Lan Wangji in every reincarnation as well. Regardless of the universe, can Wei Wuxian's fathers accept Lan Wangji's love and possessiveness of Wei Wuxian, no matter where that possessiveness may lead them?

{Some stories will feature Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji as brothers} Ratings will vary per story from G to E.

Inspired by [New Mission – Parenting] by Forgotten64.

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Hualian-Adopted!WWX :

A Morning of Fallen Stars by constellationqueen (100K, Mature)

It's common knowledge in the Heavens that gods are not supposed to interact with humans outside of answering prayers, and they're definitely not supposed to show up in person and talk to a child. But Xie Lian isn't afraid of breaking rules that he's already broken, so he does it anyway. In fact, he takes it one step further and brings the child home.

Basically, Wei Wuxian's parents died in a night hunt when he was five, but he ends up being adopted a year later by a god and his ghost king husband, so it's not all bad.... In fact, it's probably better than it should be.

(Welcome to one of the rare times I try to avoid angst as much as possible. Wei Wuxian deserves happiness and I will give it to him.)

*~discontinued after chapter 15/outline summary of the remainder in chapter 16~*

@xiielian

Love Like You by HisRedEmpress (72K, Teen, WIP - 10/15)

(Hualian-Adopted!WWX, Post-Canon for TGCCF, Kid!WWX, Found Family, Love At First Sight, Heavenly Officials and Ghost Kings alike wrapped in Wei Ying's fingers,

Wei Wuxian is spoiled, much more than jiejie's betrothed, Jin Zixuan. The difference between the two is Jin Zixuan is arrogant about it, while Wei Wuxian is oblivious to the boundless extent he can get away with everything he does.

Jiang Cheng is so thankful Wei Wuxian sees him and jiejie as his family.

With that, Jiang Cheng can be assured that if Wei Wuxian decides he wants to have the world, he and jiejie will sparingly be safe when his Supreme Ghost King father and Heavenly Martial Emperor father, not to mention his other Ghost King uncle and grandfather, heavenly official uncles and aunts plus wrath level ghost uncles and aunts, would turn heaven and earth upside down just to give him what he wants.

(or the one where baby Wei Ying is adopted by Hualian)

let this soul be your whisper by merthurlin (19K, Teen, WIP - 5/?)

(Hualian-Adopted!WWX, Post-Siege of the Burial Mounds, Post-Canon for TGCF, Kid!WWX, Found Family)

“I think…” Xie Lian says slowly, not taking his eyes off the bag. “I think I knew this person. Who this soul used to be.”

He can hear Hua Cheng suck in a breath. “Gege, maybe it’s better if you don’t—“

But Xie Lian ignores him, and reaches out with one trembling hand to touch the bag. A second passes, and then another, and Xie Lian almost lets out a breath in relief, before he feels something in the bag reaching back.

“A-Ying?”

Once upon a time, Xie Lian took in an orphan, and gave him a home and a family. Twenty years and a godhood later, he finds he still has more in him to give.

#euphoria3me #mdzs #tgcf #svsss #bingqiu #hualian #kid!wwx #adoptionsofwwx #hualianraised!wwx #bingqiuraised!wwx #masterpost #intotthemxtxverse #crossover

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