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wangxianficrecs · 12 days

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💙 The Intervening Years by rosemu

💙 The Intervening Years

by rosemu (@roserocksrapidly)

G, 11k, Lan Sizhui & Wangxian

Summary: Wen Yuan grows up into Lan Sizhui and Xian-gege is there for every step of the way. Kay's comments: Writing this rec with literal tears in my eyes. It was really, really good, but it also pulls a mean punch. In this story, Lan Sizhui keeps his memories of his time in the Burial Mounds, which is already gut-wrenching enough, but he also grows up with his Xian-gege, who lives in the Gentian House and isn't well-liked by the Lan Clan, but always looks after his little radish. I don't want to say too much, but prepare for major sads. Really loved the way Sizhui connected with Jingyi in this story. Excerpt: After his lessons, Zewu-jun walks Lan Yuan to the Jingshi. This is his absolute favorite time of the day. Some days, Father is able to sit up and some he is completely bed-bound, but he always listens attentively as Lan Yuan excitedly tells him about his day. If he ever thinks Father’s reactions are subdued, Xian-gege is always there to balance him out with large grins and teasing remarks. On really good days, sometimes they even go out back behind the Jingshi and play with the rabbits. Father piles bunnies on top of him and Xian-gege laughs and laughs, saying “Lan Zhan, you’re just as bad as me, burying our little radish like this!” Father just smiles and adds another rabbit to the pile. Those are Lan Yuan’s favorite days. Eventually, Lan Yuan has to leave and go back to the loneliness of the disciples’ quarters once again. Father hugs him gently and Xian-gege kisses him on the head in goodbye. Then, Lan Yuan goes to sleep and wakes up the next day to do it all over again.

pov lan sizhui, canon divergence, growing up, coming of age, parent-child relationship, background wangxian, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, childhood, major character death, good parents lan wangji and wei wuxian, thirteen years of wei wuxian's death, lan wangji loves rabbits

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zunaki · 1 year

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Wangxian in public being disgustingly in love and the Juniors on a matchmaking mission

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mrcformoso · 24 days

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Extra number 5 of A Matter of Time, A Matter of Happiness has now been posted! It became a bit bigger than I expected it to, but I'm glad with how it turned out and the themes I managed to present!

Summary:

Lan Yuan had always been a strange child. He knows this.

Just as he had always known that, despite being a former Wen, he was the heir of the Gusu Lan Empire, the heir to everything his parents have built up to the point following their ascent into immortality.

But one day, his Baba announced that he was pregnant.

With his naming ceremony on the horizon, and the whispers about Yangguang-jun and Yueguang-jun having a legitimate heir on the way, Lan Yuan wasn’t so sure what his place in Gusu Lan was to be anymore.

In another story, several years ago, a coreless cultivator climbed the muddy steps of Yilling, hoping to achieve what “Yueguang-jun” did in another time, in another life.

Or: Wei Wuxian gets pregnant, Lan Yuan (soon to be Lan Sizhui) starts having a Mini Existential Crisis, and Jiang Wanyin attempts to reverse fate.

#wangxian #fanfic #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan zhan #wei ying #lan wangji #dark lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan zhan pov #lan yuan #lan sizhui #sizhui POV #zhuiyi #when I tell you I COOKED for this fic #I COOKED #a matter of time series

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twistedappletree · 5 months

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TYPE: One-shot

JURISDICTION: It’s fluffy with a dash of angst, your honor

PAIRING: 💛 Jin Ling / Lan Sizhui 🩵

SIDE CHARACTERS: (background) Lan Jingyi, (background) Fairy

ELEMENTS: Gusu/Lanling settings, canon universe, Lan Sizhui POV, friends to lovers, teens to adults timeline, Lan Sizhui being adorably patient with Jin Ling~

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Sometimes, people break and they just need to be held. So, Lan Sizhui holds him and thinks about how beautiful hands are.

As Jin Ling’s breathing steadies under the gentle touch of his hands, he’s so thankful he has them.

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In which Lan Sizhui navigates his feelings for Jin Ling from the day they meet, through friendship into adulthood and learns that some hearts just need love and patience to heal.

{AO3}

Lan Sizhui thinks hands are beautiful.

Maybe it’s the aesthetic of them—their idle poses, so effortlessly poetic, the stories told by callouses, scars, or lack of each. Maybe it’s what they’re capable of—creating, working, holding, nurturing, speaking without words.

Or maybe it’s who they belong to. Maybe it’s the way their hands brushed when they first met, briefly, but long enough to electrify Lan Sizhui’s senses. Enough for him to spin around with stars in his eyes and question what they might become.

Ever since, he daydreams a lot.

He’s careful not to let it disrupt his studies but it’s difficult at times. Difficult when he’s a stride away from him, looking determined and prideful and frustrated and bored in the span of seconds, a constant storm of emotions shamelessly on display. It’s the air of someone who boasts confidence, who always gets his way, who feels openly, fervently, vocally until his throat is raw, until someone listens.

It’s alarming and endearing. It’s an eruption Lan Sizhui wants to explore and understand, even if it burns him because it doesn’t make sense.

Nothing about the feelings Jin Ling gives him makes sense, and so he often looks at his hands for an answer. This complicates everything.

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They’re on a night-hunt in Gusu.

Lan Sizhui stays by Lan Jingyi’s side while Jin Ling trails behind them with Fairy. He refuses to walk with them, no matter how many times Lan Sizhui invites him to. They haven’t known each other long but Jin Ling has made his prideful demeanor obvious. Perhaps he feels he’s too good for them, or maybe he just doesn’t like them.

But Lan Sizhui stops himself from speculating because Jin Ling is here with them of his own free will, choosing to night hunt with them instead of on his own. He can feel Jin Ling staring at him as they walk—not at Lan Jingyi, only him. He’s burning a hole in his back with those fiery amber eyes. Lan Sizhui is patient and mature for his age but he’s still young. He wants to turn around and ask him what he wants but he bites his tongue because part of him is afraid of the answer and another part of him is afraid of the way his words will catch in his throat when he looks at him.

It’s embarrassing. It’s confusing. It’s exhilarating.

He hopes their hands touch again.

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After agreeing to separate and cover more ground, Lan Sizhui hears a scream in the distance and recognizes it immediately.

He runs faster than he’s ever ran in his life, runs to the same person who turns his nose up at him and tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t exist. Why? He thinks, Why am I running?

Because he’s human above all else. It doesn’t matter if Jin Ling doesn’t like him. That doesn’t mean he wants him to get hurt.

Lan Sizhui arrives just in time to defend Jin Ling from an unusually aggressive corpse. He notices Jin Ling’s sword is on the ground, too far for him to reach. Jin Ling is also on the ground with a deep gash in his forearm staining his golden robes crimson with fresh blood.

Something in Lan Sizhui ignites like a wildfire and he subdues the corpse more viciously than intended, severing its head and kicking its decapitated body with so much force, it crashes into a tree and crumples limply to the ground.

His breathing is heavy when he drops to Jin Ling’s side. He tries to touch his arm and examine the wound but Jin Ling flails and spits venom with his words. “I’m fine,” he snaps, “Don’t touch me!”

Jin Ling’s eyes are red and glassy. His lips are trembling, his body shaking. It’s obvious he’s hurting and the venom in his words doesn’t match the pleading in his gaze. Lan Sizhui ignores his protest and carefully helps him to his feet.

He’s clinging to him. He’s crying. He’s blushing. He’s beautiful.

Lan Sizhui retrieves Jin Ling’s sword and sheathes it for him, then helps him find his balance as they step onto Lan Sizhui’s sword and take flight back to the Cloud Recesses.

Jin Ling lets Lan Sizhui hold his hand to elevate his wound and sparks shoot through Lan Sizhui’s veins. Everything feels warm. He feels so warm against him.

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Jin Ling walks with them now.

Lan Sizhui notices he prefers to walk alongside him instead of Lan Jingyi. They’ve known each other for months now but Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi still butt heads and bicker, even if it’s rarely serious. They won’t admit they’re friends and it makes Lan Sizhui smile.

Lan Jingyi is called away by one of their seniors, leaving Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling alone together. They walk wordlessly through the Cloud Recesses in the chill of Gusu’s wintry air. The Lans are always dressed for it but Jin Ling isn’t a Lan. He shivers and hugs himself and shuffles closer to Lan Sizhui.

Their shoulders brush together and Lan Sizhui looks down at him. Jin Ling is trying desperately to appear fine, to appear nonchalant and entirely uninterested in any comfort Lan Sizhui might have to offer. His nose and cheeks are dusted pink from the cold, his brows are sharp and pointed as he glares into the distance, focusing on anything other than Lan Sizhui to distract himself.

Lan Sizhui removes his outer robe and wraps it around Jin Ling, who freezes as though he’s been trapped in ice. Their eyes finally meet and Lan Sizhui expects Jin Ling to yell, to curse, to rip the robe off and shove it back into his arms.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks away again and tightens the robe around himself. He’s smiling.

Lan Sizhui’s heart melts.

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There’s some days when Jin Ling wants to be left alone and Lan Sizhui respects that.

Today is one of those days but something’s different. He’s fidgeting, he’s cursing over his open book, he’s shredding his fingers through his hair in frustration. Lan Sizhui knows that Jin Ling often gets discouraged if he doesn’t understand the material they’re learning. His offers of help aren’t always well received since the line between help and insult is razor thin with Jin Ling.

His eyes keep wandering from his own work to Jin Ling until his heart drops. He looks closer. Jin Ling is crying and it’s not normal. It’s more than just frustration, more than incomprehension. Something is hurting him. Something is broken.

Finally, Jin Ling cracks and pushes himself to his feet. Their senior screams at him as he runs out of the room. Every disciple turns to look at him, including Lan Jingyi who turns to Lan Sizhui with a question on his face.

Lan Sizhui doesn’t think as he stands and runs after Jin Ling. Their senior is screaming at both of them now but he doesn’t care.

He runs faster than he’s ever ran in his life, faster than he did on their night-hunt. He runs to the same person who used to turn his nose up at him and tried so hard to pretend he didn’t exist, the same person who now looks him in the eyes, stands by his side and treats him like he’s the only one in the world.

Because they’re friends above all else. It doesn’t matter if that’s all they’ll ever be. That doesn’t mean he’ll abandon him to his thoughts.

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Lan Sizhui finds Jin Ling with Hanguang-Jun’s rabbits. They’re hopping around him, pawing at him curiously as he hugs his knees and cries.

He’s careful as he approaches him, still unsure of what exactly is upsetting him but it becomes clear soon enough.

Lan Sizhui sits on his knees in front of him, far enough to give him space and close enough that he doesn’t feel alone. “A-Ling?”

That’s all it takes for Jin Ling to rush forward into Lan Sizhui’s arms. By the way he shivers and sniffs and sobs in his embrace, Lan Sizhui knows he’s stressed. He’s tired. He’s breaking and that’s okay. Sometimes, things are too much and there’s no clear explanation.

Sometimes, people break and they just need to be held. So, Lan Sizhui holds him and thinks about how beautiful hands are.

As Jin Ling’s breathing steadies under the gentle touch of his hands, he’s so thankful he has them.

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It’s an odd feeling being older.

Everyone has specific duties now, duties that fill up their time in ways they never had to worry about as juniors. Lan Sizhui is the only exception after stepping aside to let Lan Jingyi lead the Lan sect. Lan Sizhui knows he’s the projected choice with the highest cultivation and the right temperament to lead—he simply doesn’t want to.

There’s too much to see, too many places to travel, too many souls to meet, things to learn, experiences to be had. He’s always wanted to know more than what’s directly in front of him.

So he travels. He sees the world. He collects things along the way to bring back to his friends, his family, to him. He thinks about him everyday, hears him in the songs around the world, sees him in the beautiful art of distant places. Even when they’re apart, they’re always together. They’ve known each other for years now. What they’ve become is no longer a question.

Lan Sizhui smiles as he boards a boat to go home.

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Jin Ling is waiting for him at the docks of Lanling, as expected.

Lan Sizhui can see his long, burnt umber hair playing with the wind like vibrant smoke burning gold in the sunlight. His hair crown dripping with delicate chains reflects and glimmers like a beacon guiding Lan Sizhui towards him, beckoning him to hurry.

They’re closer now and Lan Sizhui hops onto the bow of his boat, earning worried and dismayed glances from both Jin Ling and the other passengers.

Jin Ling’s eyes are smoldering like sunsets with a turbulent mix of disapproval for Lan Sizhui’s antics and anticipation for the moment his boat docks. It fills Lan Sizhui with amusement and joy because sometimes it’s fun to tease him.

But the boat is simply too slow.

Instead of waiting for it to arrive, he uses a boost of spiritual energy to leap from the bow onto the docks. The other passengers yell and Jin Ling shouts out, “Lan Yuan,” in a scolding tone that incites a playful laugh from Lan Sizhui.

They’re still miles apart as they stare at each other—or what seems like miles because it’s never close enough. Jin Ling’s fury melts into something longing, wanting, overwhelming.

He runs. Lan Sizhui runs.

They run faster than they’ve ever ran in their lives. They run while looking each other in the eyes, eager to stand by each other’s side, to feel like they’re the only ones in the world.

Because they’re in love above all else. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of them now. They’re never going to hide.

And when Jin Ling crashes into Lan Sizhui’s arms, he thinks hands are beautiful. The way Jin Ling’s hands wrap around his waist? Beautiful. The way Lan Sizhui’s hands caress Jin Ling’s blushing face? Beautiful. The way his thumb brushes over Jin Ling’s lips before they kiss? Beautiful.

It’s better than a daydream.

Lan Sizhui thinks life is beautiful.

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damiemontclair · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán/Lán Jǐngyí/Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán/Lán J��ngyí/Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī/Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Characters: Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Lán Jǐngyí, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī Additional Tags: Curses, Curse Breaking, Horror, the funny kind really, Getting Together, Vegetables, omg i managed it, I finally did it, the one true fanfic trope, and there was only one bed, or well one room at the inn ig, but they did share the bed, First Kiss, Literal Sleeping Together, JL and LJY lowkey making out like 80 percent of the time in the back, nighthunt what nighthunt, also also, bathing together, (and there was only one bath and they all wanted to get cleaned up first) Series: Part 21 of Damie's MXTX-tober 2023, Part 3 of Tripping head-first into love - The Trilogy Summary:

Day 21: Curse & Horror – Junior Quartet

“I swear the vegetables are cursed!!” Ouyang Zizhen told them as he led them to the fields at the edge of the little town. He lowered his voice. “They say the vegetables come out of their plots to dance under the light of the moon.”

#mxtxtober #mxtxnet #mdzs #ouyang zizhen #jin ling #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #now I just have to find a prompt combo I can use to write the extras #probs all from wwx's pov

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jingyismom · 1 year

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Wip Wednesday!!

From this weekend’s MDZS WipBang update! Chapter 3: Jingyi’s POV of some detective work which may reveal some Important Information to our dear wangxian...

Jingyi nods, deep in unpleasant thoughts of what that could mean. They all heard people calling for help last night, and it wasn’t nice. It was a bit terrifying, actually, and to think what that might have awoken in Sizhui’s mind…

He’s distracted briefly by a conversation with a kite vendor which bears no fruit, just some odd rumors about a lovers’ curse.

“But watch out,” the man finishes, “my cousin said he saw Yiling Laozu himself over in the next town. No telling what trouble he might be stirring up—wouldn’t be surprised if he was responsible for the whole mess with the river.”

“That’s not—”

“Yiling Laozu is responsible for nothing of the sort,” Sizhui cuts Jingyi off, uncharacteristically sharp. “He liberated three resentful spirits in that town, and we should all be so lucky to have his help.”

The man blinks at them. Jingyi raises his eyebrows in challenge, but the man says nothing.

“Hmph,” says Jingyi.

The two of them turn back on their way. After they’ve put a few buildings between themselves and the kite vendor, he glances at Sizhui.

“Alright?”

Sizhui’s mouth tightens.

“We can go back and meditate. We can send a message to Zizhen and A-Ling, they can take our leads for now.”

With a shake of his head, Sizhui sighs. “I’m fine.”

Jingyi reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. “Hanguang-jun would say that to ignore one’s limits is not a virtue.”

“I’m not at my limit,” Sizhui says. “Yet.”

#my fic progress updates #wip wednesday #the untamed fanfic #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #this is a wangxian getting together fic but about half is told from juniors' povs #and i personally am having fun with it

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lewiscarrolatemybrain · 10 months

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I love fics where Sizhui has to endure the mortifying ordeal of Watching People Hit On His Dads, with bonus points for fics that cover the thirteen years WWX was in repose and Sizhui’s whiplash from watching LWJ coldly reject every would-be suitor he comes across only for him to immediately be okay with being hit on by crazy Mo Xuanyu

But you know what I really want? A fic in a similar vein, only it’s Jingyi’s POV and it follows Sizhui being Ruthlessly Polite to all of the adults who have ever tried to bond with him in order to get to his dad. Some of them tried to schmooze the kid to influence Hanguang-Jun for political reasons, some for money reasons. The worst were the ones to thought they could influence Lan Wangji into a marriage by being all motherly to his kid. A-Yuan learns to sniff that bullshit out a mile away and extremely good at maintaining boundaries with weird adults who want to get too friendly with him.

Then literally less than a day after meeting the guy Sizhui is turning to “Mo Xuanyu” like a flower to the sun, entirely open and trusting.

Jingyi is ????????? and Sizhui is like idk I just think he’s neat :)

#MDZS #The Untamed #Lan Sizhui #Lan Jingyi #Lan Wangji

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kamariya · 2 months

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svsss, luo binghe pov: enlightening + the most annoying thing i've ever read + shen jiu eat shit + i want to whack the protagonist's head with a frying pan + abyss era is angst taken to another level + this is highly unprofessional + why are all the i's dotted with hearts + i fear the power of the heavenly pillar + (MAYBE) context on the Balls to sate my curiosity

mdzs, lan wangji pov: that's what he was thinking about? + tons of extra info about politics + i hate imperialism + why are they (every character) like that + second-hand embarrassment & exasperation combined + unsurprisingly tragic but at least we got more lwj humour + DISCIPLINING YOUR ANNOYING BRATTY FRIEND GONE WRONG, NO CLICKBAIT + nom nom sizhui is the best

tgcf, hua cheng pov: hi how r u & have u ever fucked god + i wish death eternal agony on half of the characters + qi rong kys + jun wu kys + mu qing kys + every other chapter is an internal monologue that reads like a psalm + *checks the genre* isnt this gothic horror + lore lore lore + we dont play around in ghost city + crimson rain sought flower receives husband classes + do not treat my boy e'ming like that

#feel free to add on loves #svsss #mdzs #tgcf #luo binghe #lan wangji #hua cheng #swan stuff #mxtx #scum villains self saving system #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #heavenly official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong

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evilhasnever · 2 months

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I may be writing Pokémon AU crackfic that somehow ended up juniors POV, even though it’s supposed to be about xiyao.

concept: the juniors all have Eevees, but they are as different as dog breeds could be.

Wen Yuan has an Eevee named Radish, possibly a gift from his not-uncle WWX (who thinks Eevees are foxes, obvs). She is well behaved and quite strong. Very elegant despite the cutesy name (the name is due to the fact that her fur sticks up on her little head like a radish leaf)! He hasn’t decided what to evolve her into and he is not worried about it. He is the most accomplished gym battler of the trio.

Jin Ling has an Eevee named Fairy (of course); she has perfect EVs because she was gifted by his uncle JGY when he was President of the Pokémon League. Fairy is spoiled, but also extremely loyal and cuddly. She refuses to go inside her Pokeball most of the time. Jin Ling is being pressured to evolve her into a Jolteon (because most Jins have Pikachus and other electric types, etc.) but he is insistent that she will evolve with friendship when it is time.

Lan Jingyi’s Eevee is a lazy boy named Chicken, but please don’t make fun of him - Jingyi named him when he was five and his dad’s Sylveon had just had puppies (yes, eggs, but whatever). He cried so much when they tried to give the puppies away that he had been allowed to keep Chicken, even if it was way too early for him to become a Pokémon trainer. As a result, Chicken is pretty badly trained. A great pet, though. Since they both grew up on a mountain, Chicken is very good in the cold and Jingyi is considering whether to buy him a water stone or trek to the Ice Rock to evolve it for his next birthday.

p.s. I drew ace trainer Sizhui here!

#mdzs #pokemon AU #junior trio #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling

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wangxianficrecs · 6 days

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Now it's just too late to turn around by kokozy

Now it's just too late to turn around

by kokozy

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either. Kay's comments: I may be biased, because this work was written for me and is a remix of my own story Justice, but, I really enjoyed this one! This is based on the idea that Lan Wangji was supossed to die from his punishment, but lived, and now the Lan Sect has to deal with it and it makes them bitter and also showcases their own hypocrizy. This story is from Sizhui's POV and tells the story of how he grew up in the Lan Sect and how he realized that something was very off, but the puzzle pieces only started connecting when Mo Xuanyu turned up. I loved this focus on Sizhui and the general vibes, it's really sad with a happy ending done right. Excerpt: Out of all of them, Zewu-Jun was the strangest. From the stories he had heard, the Twin Jades of Lan had once been inseparable, two identical drops of water, yet Sizhui had never seen them interact any more intimately than he would do with any of his peers. It was like there was a barrier between them, not allowing them to act like the brothers they were supposed to be. Zewu-Jun questioned Mo Xuanyu’s presence in the Cloud Recesses the hardest yet he had not openly opposed it. The Lan Seniors had all been too eager to let Hanguang-Jun take care of the demonic arm case, taking Mo Xuanyu with him if that meant not having any of them anywhere near Gusu for the time it took to figure out the whole demonic arm ordeal. As Hanguang-Jun wasn’t present in the Cloud Recesses, the whispers became normal conversation instead. Rumours of the return of the Yiling Laozu arose; someone had controlled the Ghost General that day with the Dancing Goddess, and someone had used the Yin Tiger Tally on the demonic arm somehow. As Hanguang-Jun left, Lan Sizhui could experience for the first time just how deep the whole thing really went. Voices and pointing fingers became the norm. Hanguang-Jun should have died, they said.

pov lan sizhui, canon divergence, parent-child relationship, good parent lan wangji, post-canon, gusu lan sect rules, gusu lan sect bashing, sad with a happy ending, identity reveal, adoption, remix

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quotablefanfiction · 8 days

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Wei Wuxian does his best not to think about how dire things must be for Lan Qiren to encourage him.

Wei Wuxian POV (chp. 1)

the only way out by cafecliche (AO3) Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed – Teen – Lan Zhan/Wei Wuxian #Post-Canon #Event planning #One part character study #One part comedy of errors #and one part fix-it #Wei Wuxian is a people pleaser

“Just do what you can, Senior Wei!” Sizhui whispers. “We’ll be right here!”

“Yeah!” Jingyi says. “And just remember: it’s going to be a disaster either way, so it’s not like there’s much you can do about it!”

(Or: Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng plan a discussion conference together. It goes about as well as Wei Wuxian expects.)

Part 3 of the yungmeng accords series (AO3)

#fanfiction #quote #Mo Dao Zu Shi #The Untamed #Wei Wuxian #Wei Ying #the only way out #cafecliche

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rosethornewrites · 4 months

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Fic: illuminate the world

Relationship: Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān

Characters: Jīn Zǐxuān, Jiang Yanli, Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Wēn Qíng, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue

Additional Tags: Introspection, Jīn Zǐxuān Tries, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Protection Squad, Ethics, Mentioned Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Mentioned Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Life Debt, Repaying Debt, Mentioned Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Cultivation Sect Politics, Honor, POV Jīn Zǐxuān, POV Third Person, Podfic Welcome

Summary: After the events of chapter 24, Jin Zixuan must consider the request to swear siblinghood and the entire situation, including the actions of his own clan.

Notes: See end

First fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break

Second fic: Honor Good People

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Jin Zixuan wasn’t unaware that he was kept in the dark about certain things; too many conversations had stuttered to a halt when he entered rooms for him to be ignorant of that reality. He’d always told himself he didn’t want to know what his father was up to, having learned unpleasantly at a young age about his father’s more salacious inclinations.

But standing in the Burial Mounds between his wife and the sentient fierce corpse of a man who had died by his clan’s hands, watching a toddler melt down in abject terror at the sight of his zhushazhi, screaming for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji—calling them Diedie and Baba, with implications he wasn’t able to immediately comprehend—he couldn’t ignore the signs he’d been seeing in the months since the war.

He could only let A-Li wipe the mark of his clan away, hoping in vain that it would calm the child, and then let himself be ushered away by his xiao jiuzi as the man who was his jiuzi tried to comfort the boy, only to be greeted by the sight of civilians and the elderly in a clearing with some ramshackle huts.

Koi Tower had always been a place where one had to watch their step, and he’d spent a lot of his childhood learning not to show his emotions or trust anyone through bad experiences, but he hadn’t thought it could sink to the level of throwing children, civilians, and the elderly into labor camps for no crime but their family name.

He wished the corruption of his clan stopped there, but he met a woman who showed him a peony branded on her body as Mianmian would have had a sun burned into her face if not for Wei Wuxian, and heard tales that turn his stomach about the callous treatment and deaths of all children but the little boy who was rightly terrified of him—a little boy who was apparently his zhizi through A-Li, the adopted son of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji who as it turned out were married.

If that were all, it would have been easier to handle, but then Jiang Wanyin told him exactly how far Wei Wuxian would go for family, that he’d found a way to give him his own jindan after his was melted by Wen Zhuliu… and had not intended to tell him, instead resigned to suffering silently and becoming the enemy of the jianghu repaying Wen—Wei, rather, now Wei—Qing and Wei Ning for sheltering them and performing the surgery by saving their family. Or he would have, had Lan Wangji not discovered the truth and decided he would not stand for it, instead confessing they’d somehow been married since they were fifteen, which confusingly he hadn’t told Wei Wuxian until he determined it could be used to protect him and…

“They’re disgustingly in love,” Jiang Wanyin muttered, shaking his head, “and I guess it didn’t even occur to my idiot brother that was why he was obsessed with Lan Wangji.”

“They are also not quiet about it at all, so now there are silencing talismans engraved on the cave wall that get activated every evening,” Wei Qing added.

She had rejoined them in time to explain the core transfer after finishing a session of musical healing cultivation on Wei Wuxian, something she and Lan Wangji had invented.

And that was significantly more than Jin Zixuan wanted to know, ever, about his jiuzi—thinking about his surgically-removed jindan was hard enough, and Wei Qing had blessedly not gone into much detail but his imagination was enough—but he didn’t dare protest under the circumstances.

“I would prefer not to know certain things about my brother,” Lan Xichen said, blessedly, and the discussion moved on.

So Wei Wuxian’s act of liberating the labor camp and all that had followed was due to a life debt for rescuing Jiang Wanyin—Jin Zixuan had to reconsider his view of Wei Ning as timid given that he’d drugged Wen Chao and his men to do so—sheltering them following the razing of Lotus Pier, and performing the transplant surgery. Which, according to Jiang Wanyin, was at least in part because he felt he owed a debt to the Jiangs, which turned his stomach because he could see A-Yao feeling he had to do whatever their father wanted out of a perception of owing the Jin for finally recognizing him. Wei Wuxian had felt he owed his very jindan, though Jin Zixuan was certain from seeing him defend his siblings it was also a measure of the depth of his love for them.

Wei Ning’s actions, arguably treason, had been prompted by Wei Wuxian simply being kind to him, which was amazing in and of itself and made clear his values.

Jiang Wanyin and A-Li, upon learning of this debt, had decided to also shoulder the burden with him, as had Lan Wangji in marrying him.

Nie Huaisang believed he should also shoulder some of the burden because of his own life debt—Wei Ning had helped him escape from the Wen indoctrination after the rest of them had been left for dead at Muxi Mountain. Otherwise he would have been a valuable prisoner to keep Chifeng-Zun out of the war effort.

The argument, which was somewhat tenuous if only because it required he agree, was that he too owed a life debt through A-Li because she had been sheltered along with her brothers, and thus the eight of them should swear siblinghood. Jin Zixuan saw no need to disagree, as without them his wife may not have survived, and that was enough for him.

“A-Li’s debt is my debt,” he said as soon as Jiang Wanyin paused to take a breath.

Given that this likely went against his father’s wishes, his decision could be unfilial, but life debts transcended that in his eyes.

The bright hope that his words sparked in those gathered around him, A-Li’s like the sun, only confirmed he’d made the right decision. Even Zewu-Jun and Chifeng-Zun.

Jin Zixuan abruptly realized why—Fuqin couldn’t move openly against Wei Wuxian if he was his heir’s sworn brother, and so he and these refugees would gain more protection.

He didn’t regret the decision. Perhaps it was the fact that he had grown up seeing and trying to ignore the rot at Jinlin Tai and couldn’t deny that he could absolutely believe that it had sunk so low as to do the things that had been done at that labor camp, could believe his own cousin Jin Zixun would sell women from the camp to brothels, and could still see little Wei Yuan wailing in abject terror at the sight of his zhushazhi every time he closed his eyes that made it easier to dismiss any doubts he might have.

Wei Wuxian was a war hero whose ill treatment since the war was distasteful, and it disgusted him that his clan was violating its own motto through vilifying him—darkening rather than illuminating the world. Jin Zixuan had stood in battle with him during the Sunshot Campaign and now knew more of the price he had paid to help them win it. Further, he had done his utmost to protect A-Li from him when he was an absolute boor.

Becoming his sworn brother would be an honor and the right thing to do.

More importantly A-Li loved her brother and wanted to protect him, wanted him home so he could heal.

That was enough for him.

———————

Nie Huaisang’s already started on the propaganda, as you can see, pushing his tale of Wen Ning letting him escape. I’m not sure Nie Mingjue completely believes him, but under the circumstances he’s not going to question it. But are there hints of the Headshaker in his rewriting the narrative to suit his needs?

The Jin clan motto is “opening the doors toward wisdom and aspiration; illuminating the world with the vermilion light,” which is referred to in the title.

Glossary:

baba = dad (informal)

diedie = dad (informal)

fuqin = father (formal)

jindan = golden core

jiuzi - wife’s younger brother

xiao jiuzi - wife’s youngest brother

zhizi - younger brother’s son, can apparently also refer to wife’s younger brother’s son?

zhushazhi - zhusha is cinnabar, and with zhi it becomes cinnabar mole

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twistedappletree · 9 months

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TYPE: One-shot (bite sized!)

JURISDICTION: It’s feelings realization, your honor.

PAIRING: Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, unnamed town girls

ELEMENTS: Town setting, canon universe, first kiss, Jin Ling POV, internal monologue, awkward juniors being awkward because feelings are confusing~

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He doesn’t ask what’s wrong with himself because it’s obvious now—why he doesn’t know how to talk to girls, why it bothers him to see Lan Sizhui so natural at it, why it hurts so much to walk away from him.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

•

In which Jin Ling is bad at feelings, Lan Sizhui’s ‘people-pleasing’ is mistaken as flirting and both discover the magic of (young and awkward) communication.

{ AO3 }

🍁

Jin Ling doesn’t know how to talk to girls.

In fact, he’s better at scaring them away more than anything. Lan Jingyi doesn’t know how to talk to girls either, which makes Jin Ling feel better knowing there’s someone equally as hopeless as him—and let’s face it, it would be devastatingly embarrassing if Lan Jingyi out of all people were better at courting than him.

The thing is, no matter how much Lan Jingyi sucks at talking to girls, he still seems to enjoy it.

Jin Ling doesn’t.

And because of this, he feels like there’s something wrong with him beyond terrible social skills. That’s why, when he sees Lan Sizhui easily talking to girls as though it’s second nature, he experiences a crushing mix of jealousy and despair.

Jealousy because he’s better than Jin Ling at something? Maybe. Despair for the same reason? Possibly. But Jin Ling doesn’t even like talking to girls, or other people in general, so this reasoning doesn’t quite make sense.

They’re at the docks of a new town, going through the same routine as usual: a flock of girls their age oohs and ahhs at the young cultivators of the esteemed Lan clan, then swarms Lan Sizhui in particular—all batting eyelashes and playful smiles as they bombard him with questions.

And Lan Sizhui, a gentleman to a fault, humors them, laughs with them, matches their smiles in all the right ways at all the right times, making the group of pretty young girls swoon.

But it isn’t fair because Lan Sizhui’s smile could make anyone swoon, including Jin Ling—Wait, he thinks, What?!

Jin Ling glances at Lan Jingyi who definitely isn’t swooning and, instead, is dreamily staring at (and salivating over) the contents of a nearby food stall.

The fishermen are tending to their catches, the shopkeepers are peddling their wares, the children are chasing each other around the docks. No one is swooning over Lan Sizhui’s handsome smile except the girls… and Jin Ling.

He digs his nails into his hand to bring himself back to his senses. What the hell is wrong with me?

One of the girls makes Lan Sizhui laugh—a beautiful, carefree, genuine laugh—and Jin Ling’s heart drops.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

•

The three young cultivators stop at a tea house, still accompanied by the giggling group of girls who insist on showing them around.

They take their seats inside and Jin Ling scrunches his nose at the way the girls strategically position themselves on both sides of Lan Sizhui. Not even Lan Jingyi is given the chance to claim a seat next to his best friend.

Lan Sizhui graciously pours everyone tea while the girls argue about who gets to pour his. Lan Jingyi clings onto the conversation by telling unprompted jokes and Jin Ling tries to drown out the noise by lazily resting his cheek on his fist and staring at the wall.

Half an hour goes by in what seems like seconds and Jin Ling hasn’t spoken a word. No one seems to notice his silence or the very clear boredom and annoyance plastered on his face.

He suddenly stands up and smooths his hands over his robes. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Wait,” Lan Sizhui calls, his face swimming with something Jin Ling can’t quite place. Worry? Anxiety?

“I’ll go with you,” he says, trying to stand up but the girls suddenly whine and paw at his robes, tugging him back down to his seat.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes at the pathetic sight. “Don’t bother. I won’t be gone long anyway.”

Lan Sizhui frowns and Jin Ling doesn’t understand why. Surely, if Wei Wuxian were here, he’d be egging the Lan boy on, telling him how proud he is, how Lan Sizhui is such a heartbreaker (because my god, is he ever).

Without another word, Jin Ling reluctantly tears his gaze from Lan Sizhui, walks out of the tea house and into the street. His head pounds, his heart aches, the world drains of color.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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Jin Ling sits on a crescent moon bridge in a spacious garden, idly dipping a cattail stalk into the pond below and watching as a colorful spectrum of koi fish nip at what they think is food.

The town’s bustle and noise is muffled enough that he can finally hear himself think. No one else is in the garden but him and he hopes it stays that way.

The problem is, he doesn’t know what to think about. He doesn’t know if thinking is even worth it.

All he knows is that he wants to be alone. He hates to be alone. He hates him. He wants him. He wants, he hates, he—

“Young Master Jin?”

The cattail falls into the pond and Jin Ling’s chest fills with light. He looks up at Lan Sizhui, at his starlight skin shaming the sun, at his soft, downturned lips parted with visible worry, at his raven hair dusting the top of his gentle amethyst eyes.

He hates him.

“May I sit?” Lan Sizhui asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

No, Jin Ling thinks as he looks back down at the pond and scoots over. Lan Sizhui sits next to him and curiously stares down at the koi fish.

“Where’s your entourage?” Jin Ling asks, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui smiles, “I left them with Jingyi at the tea house.”

Jin Ling huffs, his bangs fluttering forward like a curtain. “I can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

A soft chuckle escapes Lan Sizhui’s lips, low and sweet like chimes in the wind. Jin Ling draws his knees up to his chest and plants his chin between them, hugging his shins.

He wants him.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Lan Sizhui assures, “And I was worried about you. I wanted to find you and apologize—“

Jin Ling snaps his head up and stares at him. “Huh? For what?”

“For neglecting you at the tea house,” Lan Sizhui frowns, regret flooding his voice. “I was trying to be polite to the girls, but…” He thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends. I’m sorry.”

Jin Ling wants to keep being angry but his heart betrays him. Because Lan Sizhui is looking directly into his eyes, because his apology is earnest and true, because he’s genuinely afraid he hurt Jin Ling’s feelings.

And he did. He did.

So why can’t Jin Ling stay mad at him? He’s horrified by the words that seem to subconsciously spill out of his mouth. “It’s okay.”

But it’s not okay and they both know it. Lan Sizhui knows it by looking at Jin Ling, and Jin Ling knows it by the way Lan Sizhui makes him feel like his heart’s been thrown into a furnace full of fireworks.

He hates him.

“You talk to a lot of girls,” Jin Ling quietly mumbles, almost hoping Lan Sizhui won’t hear him. “Don’t you like any of them?”

Lan Sizhui’s a bit taken aback by the question but ponders it for a moment before replying, “It’s important to show others courtesy and respect. When someone talks to me, I acknowledge them because it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Lan sect rules?” Jin Ling teases.

Lan Sizhui laughs. “Human rules.”

Jin Ling suddenly wonders if maybe he’s not bad at talking to people. Maybe he’s just bad at being human.

“If you really want to know,” Lan Sizhui starts, “I can’t like someone in… that way if I’ve only just met them. I have to be friends with them first.”

Heat invades Jin Ling’s cheeks and he hugs his knees tighter while recalling Lan Sizhui’s words from earlier: ‘That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends.’

Could he mean…? Maybe…?

Jin Ling mentally curses at himself. Don’t be stupid. “Then… do you like any of your friends?”

You absolute idiot.

Lan Sizhui blushes and Jin Ling can’t look at him because if he looks at him, he’ll crack and say too much and ruin everything and—

“Yes,” Lan Sizhui answers.

He wants him.

“And… and I hope he likes me too.”

He.

The silence between them is deafening, terrifying, revealing. The type of silence words can’t fill but actions can.

It’s too much and Jin Ling caves. He’s looking at him now. Amber eyes burn in the violet reflection of Lan Sizhui’s intense, hopeful stare.

Stupidly…

Their fingers touch and a fire ignites.

Perfect…

Warm breath against skin, time slows down.

Charming…

Their lips meet and the world stops.

Lan Sizhui.

He loves him.

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iamwestiec · 2 months

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Writing Patterns Meme

I feel like I would've called this the Opening Lines Meme, but I'm not in charge around here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tagged by both @bladedweaponsandswishycoats and @tavina-writes thank you kindly

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

"Shizun, please, let me help." Luo Binghe's eyes were big and wet, and it was completely unfair how weak that made Shen Qingqiu, especially now. It Does a Body Good - Scum Villain, Bingqiu, lactation kink pwp for Tit4Tat

"Come on in, Rex," Anakin called out as the door to his temporary rooms slid open. These were nicer accommodations than they'd had in a while, all things considered. a different intimacy altogether - Star Wars, Anakin/Padme/Rex, first time threesome, also for Tit4Tat

First, there are kisses. A Tender Shoot Unfurling - Love Between Fairy and Devil, Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua/Changheng, a polyship remix for Multiamory March

In retrospect, Wen Ning should have realized that something like this might happen. Novel Avenues of Empirical Research - MDZS, Wen Ning/Nie Huaisang, body discoveries of a horny nature for Cursed Clutch Exchange

Sizhui is pleased to discover that he loves traveling with his Ning-gege. wanting spills out - MDZS, Lan Sizhui/Wen Ning, soft fucky somno, also for Cursed Clutch Exchange

Somehow they always seemed to be running away from gunfire and explosions. Medically Inadvisable - Trigun, Vash/Wolfwood, a comedy of errors for Misinterpreted Tropes flash

Her husband always looks so fucking pretty in a skirt. Fucking Pretty - MDZS, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, genderplay pwp for Bulletproof

If someone had told Mo Xuanyu just a few years ago that she'd be living in Jinlintai as an officially-recognized sister of Jin zongzhu and apprentice practitioner of the ghostly path, she never would've believed it. things are happening every day - MDZS, Mo Xuanyu & Xue Yang, a slice of a very trans modern cultivation AU, for MDZS Genderfuckery

The first thing I noticed was the color of the sky. It was that really pretty ice blue right before the clouds in that one post, you know the one. I Died and Got Transmigrated Into WHAT???! - Scum Villain, OC/Shang Qinghua/Shen Qingqiu, some absolute nonsense for Birthday Bash [I am making the executive decision to skip some even sillier Birthday Bash masterpieces lmao]

Shen Yuan was having a hard time meditating. New But Not So Strange - Scum Villain, Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan/Shen Jiu, trans ace queerplatonic sex pollen times, for Amperslash (and a bonus, because I just like this one:)

Sister Felicity was stricken one morning with the undeniable and utterly ruinous realization that she was in love. Like a Wellspring, Her Love Overfloweth - Original Work, nun/demoness, piss kink with feelings for Flash Flood

What have we learned?

I like a one-liner, and I tend to start by declaring that A SITUATION IS UPON US and then rewinding a bit to look at how we got here.

Fairly even split between past and present tense, and usually a close third POV unless I'm Intentionally Doing A Bit.

Less dialogue than I expected! Usually when I do this one, I have a bunch of: "Opening words," they say, as the Situation comes to a head, "and then the second, longer half of that sentence."

Let's do @sandumilfshou @jaggededges123 @theindianghost and @livingmeatloaf, plus whoever else would like to play!

#first lines #writing patterns #tag games #westie writes #pleased with the spread of fandoms here too tbh

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jianqzai · 1 year

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Dadji Fic Rec List

There might be different povs, and some might be more of character studies, but the main theme (lwj’s relationship with a-yuan) should still be present. Only complete works have been added.

longing (an ode to the one who raised me) T | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | 8k https://archiveofourown.org/works/44684974

Talk G | Hurt/Comfort | During the 13/16 years | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23345842/chapters/55928179

A Bud Beginning to Bloom G | Fluff | Post-Canon | 5k https://archiveofourown.org/works/43749984

slumbered this spring morning (and missed the dawn) T | Fluff | Post-Canon | 6k https://archiveofourown.org/works/39802797

The Heart Always Remembers G | Hurt/Comfort | Post-Canon | 45k https://archiveofourown.org/works/33796537/chapters/84014641

A-Yuan in Bunnyland G | Action/Adventure | During the 13/16 years | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22225567

Lan Sizhui Learns Selfishness G | Character Study, Hurt/Comfort | Post-Canon | 4k https://archiveofourown.org/works/25029574

Of Cliffs and Claws T | Hurt/Comfort | Post-Canon | 5k https://archiveofourown.org/works/25221541

Hold Him Close (and carry him home) G | Hurt/Comfort | During the 13/16 years | 5k https://archiveofourown.org/works/25325512

Get that message home G | Humor | Modern AU | 2k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23647750

Recovery G | Sickfic | During the 13/16 years | 2k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23652412

The Radish and the Pomegranate T | Fluff & Angst | Greek Mythology AU | 15k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23635906/chapters/56727481

drunk on your lips (like i'm drunk on fine wine) T | Fluff & Humor | Post-Canon | 7k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23530021

wishful thinking G | Fluff | Post-Canon | 4k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22553839

As the warren grows in number T | Hurt/Comfort & Fluff | During the 13/16 years | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/24858577

dirty hands T | Fluff | Soulmates AU | 12k https://archiveofourown.org/works/21497164/chapters/51234700

Always G | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | 7k https://archiveofourown.org/works/21490486

like fire, like ice G | Fluff & Angst | Canon Divergence | 9k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22159126

storge T | Fluff | Post-Canon | 9k https://archiveofourown.org/works/21325744

To be of use T | Fluff & Hurt/Comfort | During the 13/16 years | 53k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23246545/chapters/55662991

sing all day and love you through the night T | Fluff | Post-Canon | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/37099375

4 veces en las que Wei Wuxian fue un héroe G | Fluff | Post-Canon | 3k | Spanish https://archiveofourown.org/works/37150714

Pain Asymbolia G | Character Study | Canon Divergence | 6k https://archiveofourown.org/works/38938098

Winter Is Coming G | Hurt/Comfort | Post-Canon | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/44372884

a song and a vow G | Fluff | Canon Divergence | 1k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22359055

A Bird And His Caretaker G | Hurt/Comfort | Post-Canon | 800 https://archiveofourown.org/works/19344706

an island in summer T | Grief/Mourning | During the 13/16 years | 2k https://archiveofourown.org/works/25074898

Work in Tandem E | Fluff | Modern with Magic AU | 23k https://archiveofourown.org/works/40835463/chapters/102323688

i'll be right there for you G | Fluff | During the 13/16 years | 1k https://archiveofourown.org/works/25715893

A Very Bunny Meeting T | Fluff & Humor | Modern AU | 15k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35612968/chapters/88786375

the ghost of his smile G | Fluff | During the 13/16 years | 700 https://archiveofourown.org/works/36803950

Those on the Fringes of Society T | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Compliant | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/39418059/chapters/98651961

Bleeding Perennials G | Angst with Happy Ending | Hanahaki Disease AU | 6k https://archiveofourown.org/works/34154701

Sun In An Empty Room T | Grief/Mourning | During the 13/16 years | 10k https://archiveofourown.org/works/21590134

growing pains G | Hurt/Comfort | During the 13/16 years | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/17065202

to the act of making noise G | Hurt/Comfort | During the 13/16 years | 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22944457/chapters/54846322

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses T | Grief/Mourning | During the 13/16 years | 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22687075

For All Your Diedie's Faults G | Fluff | Post-Canon | 2k https://archiveofourown.org/works/30475266

black irises in the sunshine G | Angst | During the 13/16 years | 2k https://archiveofourown.org/works/34364557

The Intervening Years G | Fluff & Angst | During the 13/16 years | 11k https://archiveofourown.org/works/33107269

As Worthy a Vocation T | Hurt/Comfort| Post-Canon | 3k https://archiveofourown.org/works/39246765

Hide, Catch G | Fluff | Post-Canon | 1k https://archiveofourown.org/works/19863400

Criteria T | Humor | During the 13/16 years | 10k https://archiveofourown.org/works/23416669/chapters/56122270

teenaged T | Kid Fic | Modern AU | 4k https://archiveofourown.org/works/22233754

#lan wangji #lan yuan #a-yuan #lan sizhui #dadji #fic rec #mdzs #cql #the untamed #loto posts

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erotica-hooligan · 4 months

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Etienne Telling's 2023 Fic Roundup

All fics on AO3 are well tagged or have end notes with more details. Fics below contain everything from soft kink to noncon, so mind the tags and endnotes before reading.

114,307 words this year! Mostly CQL/MDZS, one original, and one A League of Nobleman.

In order of publication:

Brat, NieYao, Rated E, 3.4K.

Meng Yao comes home and ends up with an unexpected reward.

This Heavy Joy, Jadecest, Rated E, 22.6K

Xichen is determined not to allow Wangji to wither in isolation in the aftermath of his punishment. Xichen’s care draws the Twin Jades closer than ever and reveals old wounds alongside the new. As they struggle in recovery, Lan Yuan teaches them how to play pretend, and the Twin Jades redefine what it is to be a family.

Intricate, Wen Ning/Lan Xichen, Wangxian, Wangningxian, other implied ships, Rated E, 2.5K

Wen Ning walks in on Lan Huan dick out on his sofa, listening to Lan Zhan and Wei Ying fucking in the other room and takes charge of the situation.

Good Girls Don't, Xiyao/Jin Ling, Rated E, 5.3K

Jin Ling has a rape fantasy. Jin Guangyao doesn't trust just anyone to take care of her.

Grateful, A League of Nobleman, Lan Jue/Wang Yan, Rated E, 1.1K

"I wasn't even gone a week." How many more times will this scene play out between them? This is at least the third, and Mowen knows it won't be the last. He can only hope they'll keep happening, with Peizhi managing to escape from a mess of his own making by the skin of his teeth.

First, Jadecest, Rated E, 2.9K ⚠️Rape/Noncon, Underage

A teenage prank goes wrong and Lan Xichen finds himself the age he was when he lost his virginity.

Ask, Jadecest, Rated E, 5.8K

In which Wangji and Xichen play a cat and mouse game over Xichen's spanking kink.

drag it from the inside (like we're young again), Jadecest and Wangxian, Rated E, 6.6K

In which Wangji decides how to help his brother, with a little help from Wei Ying. A slice of Wangji POV from if you tell them where to begin. Not a standalone.

10/07/07 2:13 PM with @iamwestiec, Xizhui, Rated E, 24.2K

Introduced to a kink on ff.net, a teenage Lan Yuan stumbles into an ageplay forum in an attempt to learn more. With a new name (sizhui1987), false birth year, different gender, and insatiable curiosity, Sizhui makes friends with the forum's owner, shuoyue_writer. Drawn together by shared identities and caregiving preferences, Shuoyue changes Sizhui's life. Except… Shuoyue is Sizhui's Uncle Xichen, and eventually, the truth of who Sizhui is comes out and crashes down on the both of them. TL:DR: Sizhui Catfishes his Uncle Xichen, circa 2006-2008. A story told in AIM transcripts, emails, and vignettes

Home, Xiyao, Rated E, 4.9K

Xichen comes home to Meng Yao; he comes home to his mama.

Seventeen Minutes, Jin Gaungyao/Lan Sizhui (kinda), Rated E, 1.5K

The way of the Cloud Recesses is that a dominant must intimately understand what they are doing to their submissive. To understand, they must experience. It would be foolish not to accept a masterclass from Lianfang-zun, even if it means Sizhui's limits will be putty in Lianfang-zun's hands

Well Bred, 3zun/Qin Su, Rated E, 1.9K

The one where Qin Su gets fucked by her husband's beloved pony. And his boyfriend.

love is the voice under all silences, Xiyao, Rated E, 5.2K

The one where Jin Gaungyao allows Lan Xichen to whisk him away to happiness.

Recognition, Xiayo, Rated E, 17.2k ⚠️Rape (Xichen/Others)

Meng Yao rescues the first Jade of Lan and takes him into his home, becoming far more involved than ever anticipated.

strength and softness, Yu Ziyuan/Jiang Yanli, Rated E, 2.5K

Yanli has always been weak, but the truth of her weakness is a carefully guarded secret. It is not an easy life, yet with all of Yanli's secrets, she has one she treasures: there is a side of her mother that she is the only one in the world allowed to see. Or, the one where Yanli has a curse where she needs physical contact to live.

The Lemon House, Original, Nonbinary/Genderqueer, Rated E, 5.7K

A Day in the Life of a House Submissive for a Housing Cooperative in a BDSM AU setting. Wren’s second favorite thing about mornings is the satisfaction of giving its housemates a warm start to the morning. That their day will be a little nicer because of Wren. No matter how shitty its housemates’ days may be, Wren started them right. It will wait for them when they get home, bookmarking their days with warmth and affection.

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