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Wedding vows
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Man, choosing a gif is harder than I thought *cries*
Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader
Word Count: 4856 words
Warnings/tags: fluff, just love all around, Chinese wedding ensues, suggestive content, smut, this one is nsfw minors dni
Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name
A/N: This is the 2nd part of Proposal. You can read this is as a stand-alone, but some context might be lost. I can't believe its done, have a feast, dears!
Special thanks to this post, for providing information about Chinese weddings. I did take some liberties, but at least I did it knowingly.
It's been almost a month now that you were living in the Unclean Realm. Your brother agreed, begrudgingly at first, to let you go before the wedding because he saw how painful it was for you to stay away from your soon-to-be husband. In the end, he saw it was the right decision to let you get used to your new home beforehand.
Just one week before the wedding basically everything was turned upside down in the Unclean Realm. Both you and Nie Huaisang took part in the planning as there were no close relative of his who could take on the task. He, of course, had an exceptionally good eye for decoration, and while he was busy with clan leader's stuff, you coordinated the disciples and servants when needed.
You quickly got used to the almost colourless picture of the Unclean Realm and appreciated the calmly elegant black-grey-silver colours of your new home. The vivid red and gold decorations of the upcoming wedding, hinted with a little bit of silver, almost felt weirdly out of place now. As you entered the main hall to check on the servants' progress before retiring for the night, you stopped in awe at the entrance. Almost everything was in place now, only some adjustments were needed here and there. A huge smile spread across your face, as you couldn't help but imagine yourself entering the hall on Huaisang's arm, dressed in beautiful red and every guest's attention on you.
Speaking of Huaisang, you wondered what he was doing, as you haven't seen him all day. You decided to check on him before returning to your chambers. As you passed down the hallways, the servants were busy lighting some lanterns for the night. The sky already started to darken, and they politely greeted you as you passed them by. The guards also haven't paid attention to you, you were allowed to move freely, and they quickly got used to your presence after you moved in.
When you approached Huaisang's door, you knocked lightly to let him know of your presence but didn't actually wait for him to open the door himself. With guards present, his door was unlocked so you figured he hasn't retired for the night yet. You entered and instantly noticed his sitting form by the desk. He seemed to be completely engrossed in something, which you assumed was official documents. A light, calming incense could be smelled in the air of the warmly lit room. As you stepped closer, you noticed the not-so-neatly scattered papers on the table and some even around it on the ground. You also noticed a brush and ink, probably for writing letters. His usual fan also sat discarded on the edge of the table. Yes, he was definitely working all day, you concluded.
You stepped next to the table on his left side and shot a quick glance at the paper in front of him. It was clearly clan business. He only became aware of your presence in that moment, and he looked up at you with a tired but happy smile playing on the edge of his lips.
"Miss (C/N), it's so good to see you! Only you can make this miserable day better!"
"Oh, Huaisang, I'm sorry you had to work all day! I stopped by the main hall, and everything is almost completely ready now. You should check it out tomorrow. What's all this anyway?" You asked gesturing at the scattered papers all around his desk.
"You wouldn't believe it! Almost all of this are letters offering support, inquiring about accommodation, or asking for details about the banquet. There are also official papers about finances and clan politics. And I have to sort these out before the wedding! Why does everybody want a piece of me?"
"Hmm, I think," you pretended to think hard while you sat down next to him on the ground, "you are quite a catch."
He let out a disbelieving sound, but you continued, counting on your fingers.
"You are wealthy, the leader of one of the four big clans, a clever and intelligent man, you are a very talented artist, you have great taste in clothing, you do what you need to but don't meddle in other's business, you are funny and kind. Oh, and have I mentioned exceptionally handsome?"
"Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He protested, nose scrunched up and hands held out in front of his chest.
You let out a short laugh because of his adorably childish attitude and turned your body so you were sitting face to face now. You reached out and grabbed his hands. So warm and soft, they fit perfectly into yours.
"I'm serious," you said looking into his eyes.
And he believed you. His face straightened out, his eyes searching yours, lips parted only a tiny bit in awe, but you couldn't help but notice. He also noticed where you were looking, his eyes wandering down to your lips in turn. When your eyes met again, you could see the question in his eyes and you leaned closer to him, a barely noticeable movement. But that's all he needed. The next moment he leaned in, and his lips were on yours, hands moving around your waist to pull you closer. You gasped, one hand touching his chest for purchase, the other reaching up to cradle his cheek. His kisses were slow and sensual.
"I don't think you should praise me this much. I might become overly confident," he whispered into your lips between kisses.
"Well, surely we don't need another peacock."
You let go of each other's lips and burst out laughing, your foreheads touching the whole time.
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The day of the wedding arrived quickly. As you were getting ready with help of your maids, you listened to the commotion outside as guests continued to arrive. Everyone had to settle in their temporary rooms and led to the main hall where the wedding will take place. Once everyone was here the ceremony started while food and drinks were being prepared by the servants for the following banquet.
You were quite nervous because basically the whole cultivation world will witness your union. At least the other three big clans, the Lanling Jin, the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang were obviously invited, and some of the smaller clans too thanks to your side. Jiang Wanyin was Huaisang's old friend, while Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were Nie Mingjue's sworn brothers so you were sure they will be attending. Lan Wangji apparently made up some excuse, so he didn't need to come and if you were honest, you liked it this way. His achievements certainly deserved respect, but he was famously uninterested in, even disgusted by celebrations which involved lively music and drinking.
Putting on the wedding dress was the quickest part of the whole procedure as braiding your hair in the Nie style and preparing your make-up took a few hours. Finally, your head was covered with a red veil to complete the look. Soon you were being led out to meet your husband the entrance of the main hall. Nervousness rose in your chest, but it subsided somewhat when you arrived. You were signaled to stop, and you felt warm hands gently wrapping around yours.
"Huaisang?" Your words came out as barely a whisper because somehow you felt like the wedding atmosphere shouldn't be bothered by talking.
"I'm here," he answered in kind and squeezed your hand a little as reassurance before wrapping a soft red silk ribbon around your wrist. It was to ensure you won't trip as you could barely see anything through your veil, and it also symbolised your union.
You only noticed the soft music and light chatter in the background when you started to walk up the few stairs leading to the main hall. But the hushed voices completely stopped when you stepped into the hall. Thankfully you knew how the room was prepared, so you remembered that you only had to take a few steps before you reached the pillows placed on the ground for you to perform your bows. Huaisang also made sure to make measured movements and helped you the best he could in signalling when you needed to stop walking and kneel down.
Being led by Huaisang while you almost couldn't see anything felt strangely romantic to you, like he was the only person in the whole world you could trust and to whom you could give complete control over yourself. This vulnerability felt frightening at first as you could feel every guest's eyes on your back, like realizing a dangerous predator is stalking you in the forest. But soon your senses focused completely on Huaisang. You could almost feel his warmth radiating through the cloth that bound your hands together.
You bowed in sync, first to pay respect to Heaven and Earth, second to Huaisang's parents, and finally to each other. You stood up and felt your legs shaking from relief and happiness. You were married! You still couldn't believe it. Soon you heard the commotion as your guests stood up and drank a cup of liquor to your marriage. One by one they approached you to congratulate you and wish you health and happiness. Huaisang held your hand in his and you could feel his palm was sweaty from nerves, but you didn't mind. You thanked the guests for their well-wishes and also said farewell. You recognized some of the voices and you were glad that your husband will be taken care of by people like Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin during the banquet.
The few hours you spent alone, sitting in silence on your now shared bed in Nie Huaisang's room felt like a relief after the ceremony. So far everything went well, you completed the wedding without any mishaps, and you hoped that everything goes smoothly at the banquet too. Time flew by surprisingly quickly while you meditated. Your focus was disturbed by muffled voices coming through the closed door. When it slid open, you could hear the finishing sentences of the two people's conversation outside.
"Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine," you recognized the soft and calm voice of Jin Guangyao.
"Thank you, San-ge," replied Huaisang, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room.
He didn't move for a few seconds and the anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger. You were patient the whole day, but now you just wanted to finally see him, see him in his wedding robes. He walked closer, ever so slow, hesitation palpable. In the dim light of the candles, you could see his silhouette when he stepped in front of you. You felt it when he finally grabbed your veil at the sides and with a quick motion, he lifted it up, letting it float down to the floor.
You were not one of those old traditional couples in the sense that you already knew each other before the wedding. Yet now, when both of you finally looked at each other, it felt like seeing a heavenly being for the first time. Wide eyes, lips parted you marvelled at each other's beauty. He has seen you in your dress during the ceremony, but your face adorned with tasteful make-up and your hair decorated with jewelry, braided specially to signify you were now the wife of a Nie took his breath away. You, on the other hand, had to take in his full visage. His red robes, with gold and black woven in, were of a thinner material than his usual attire, so it perfectly accentuated his snatched waist and wide shoulders. The guan in his hair were gold and it had a bolder style than his usual silver ones, just like the braids. When your gaze stopped at his face your breath hitched in your throat because of the open love and desire you saw in his eyes.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he finally spoke, his voice low.
"I...," you had to clear your throat after not speaking for such a long time, "we should drink the alcohol," you managed to say, standing up and walking to the table nervously.
You poured the fine liquor into two small cups and handed one to Huaisang. He took it gently and waited for you with his arm held out. You joined him, holding your own cup, and you intertwined your arms as you drank the alcohol with one gulp. When you finished you looked at each other, arms still linked and smiled, feeling the tension of the day leaving your body. You almost knocked your heads together as you wanted to put the cups down back on the table at the same time.
"We should sit down," he suggested, but the suggestion sounded like a tentative question.
You nodded your head. He must be tired after entertaining your guests, you thought. Luckily, he was not drunk so his friends must have kept a close eye on him. He could also direct some of his qi to get rid of the alcohol, but that also exhausted him after a while. You knew what was expected of you on your wedding night, but you didn't want to pressure him if he felt too tired after such a long day.
So, you sat on the edge of your bed in silence for a few moments before you felt his hand reaching out for yours. You flicked your gaze over where your hand rested on the bed between your bodies. His hand was not much bigger than yours but still big enough to cradle yours, and you always marveled at how soft and warm they felt. You noticed how his other hand were playing with the jade pendant hanging from his belt and you moved your free hand to gently lay on his thigh. You intended to soothe his nerves, but the moment your hand connected with his leg, you felt his muscles twitch. You looked up into his eyes and what you saw made your breath quicken. His dark brown eyes looked almost completely black now as his pupils widened. For a split second his gaze moved down to your mouth, and you did the same in return. You noticed how his lips relaxed, opening only the slightest amount and you found yourself wanting to kiss him so bad. When your gazes met again, he leaned towards you slowly, still holding your gaze, gauging your reaction.
And your lips connected.
It felt like fireworks exploded between you. You felt how his hand pushed yours into the mattress as he leaned in closer, his body weight shifting to his arm between you. His other arm sneaked around your waist to pull you closer, as he always did when you were kissing, only this time the kiss was different. It was much more forceful, brave, and charged with desire.
When you let go of each other's lips for a moment, both of you were breathing hard.
"I love you so much. You are the best thing in my life," he breathed into your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes shining.
"I love you too, I love you-," you said in return, the last syllable muffled as he captured your lips again.
Sitting with your feet on the ground while your body turned towards him started to feel uncomfortable, so you moved to sit on his lap, not letting go of his lips or hand for a second. When you settled your weight on his thighs, he moved his hands to your cheeks at first, then moved them down to your neck, tracing your collar bones with his fingers. You grabbed onto his robes and let go of his lips with a sigh. His hands moved away immediately, thinking his touch were unwelcome.
"Don't stop. It... felt good," you said nervously and smiled shyly at him.
This time he moved his hands to your waist, where the sash held your garments together.
"May I?" He asked seriously, his voice trembling a little.
You gulped and nodded your head rapidly. His touch was featherlight, you almost couldn't feel it when he reached for the opening of your sash and carefully removed it. The material of your robe loosened, and he moved to remove your outer garment entirely. You realized you were sitting on the skirt, so you needed to stand back up if you wanted to remove the whole thing.
"I need to get up to get this out of the way," you said to him when he freed your arms and only your undershirt remained on the upper half of your body.
You quickly realized that part of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn't want to scare you away, so you warned him of your intentions beforehand. He nodded and reluctantly let go of you as you stood up from his lap.
The room was warm, but you still felt a slight chill as your outer robe descended to the floor. The coldness faded when you looked into Huaisang's fiery gaze and the air suddenly felt impossibly hot as he stepped closer to you. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently caressing them and slowly moving towards your chest. Your breath quickened, his light touches searing hot through your thin undergarment. A shiver ran through your whole body as his hands gently cradled your soft breasts and he sucked in a sharp breath when your nipples hardened under his thumbs.
"Please, Huaisang, I want to feel your touch on my skin!" You felt a little embarrassed about how whiny your voice sounded, but you wanted to show him how much you wanted his touch.
He leaned in to kiss at your jawline and neck while his hands deftly removed your undergarments. As your clothes pooled around your ankles, he took a step back to admire your naked body. You suddenly felt self-conscious, and your hands instinctively moved to cover yourself up. Huaisang noticed it and took your hands into his to stop you.
"Don't be shy. I still can't believe I've managed to get myself such a beautiful and intelligent wife" he said, looking into your eyes the whole time.
You wanted to say something witty and clever, but the moment felt too sincere for it, so instead you answered:
"Don't forget that I wanted to be yours."
He stepped closer to you again, his mouth finding yours. He kissed you like a drowning man, never wanting to let go of you. His hands roamed over every part of your body he could reach and you wanted to finally touch his skin too. Your hands tugged on the lapels of his dress, signalling you wanted it off. He broke the kiss when he felt a more insistent tug.
"Take it off!" You managed to breath out and he chuckled at your insistence.
"You want more of me, huh?" He asked with that cocky self-assurance he only used with his closest friends back at Cloud Recesses.
You crossed your arms across your chest with a defiant look and you must have looked funny standing like that while being stark naked. But it worked, and Huaisang looked at you as if he were saying "Fine, fine," and reached for his belt. The strength gradually left your arms as you watched him undress, and by the time he only had his white underrobe on, your arms were hanging by your side.
When he moved to remove it too, you couldn't just stand there anymore and stepped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. Your sudden movement startled him a little as his focus were completely on his clothes. You reached for the cloth that bound his underrobe together and undid it slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. He moved his hands out of the way and followed the path of yours with his eyes as you reached up to his shoulders, pushing the light fabric down.
And he stood there only in a pair of white trousers, chest bare, skin like pristine jade, accentuated by his dark hair cascading down his back. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. As a healer you saw many men and women in various stages of undress, mostly injured soldiers. At those times your interest was not particularly focused on their looks, but you remembered how strong and muscular they were. Now, as you were looking at your husband's bare upper body, you realised that you never really found them attractive. Compared to them Huaisang had a soft body, but his chest was nicely toned and you could see the lean muscles of his arms.
You reached up and traced his collar bones with your fingers then moved downwards and stopped on his chest. You could feel how strong and fast his heart was beating under your right palm. His skin was so soft, smooth and warm, you couldn't help but tenderly caress the shape of his pecs, noticing how his small nipples stood at attention from your touch, much like yours before. You slowly slid your hands down to his stomach, following the made-up path of the cute little moles that were scattered everywhere on his skin. You felt the muscles tensing under the skin of his stomach as you went even lower, stopping where a soft patch of dark hair disappeared under the band of his underpants. As you ran your fingers over his happy trail, loving how the soft hairs tickled your fingertips, you heard Huaisang biting back a whiny moan. Your eyes moved back to his face and oh, what you saw took your breath away. He bit down on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, as he watched with half-lidded eyes where your hands were going.
You moved your hands out of your line of sight and your gaze lowered past the waist of his pants. He was already hard enough to form a nicely visible tent in his pants. You realised there was no turning back if you took the next step and it scared you a little, but also made you incredibly excited. You wanted it and you wanted him, but it still surprised you how boldly you reached down and caressed him lightly through his pants. This time his moan was deeper, more guttural, and he almost literally fell on you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your knowledge was mostly medical about how the male body worked, so the late-night conversations with your already married friends came in handy. You felt proud about how much your touch affected Huaisang. Your next caress was a little firmer and you felt him twitch under your palm. Gathering his every strength, Huaisang stepped back and pulled you towards the bed.
"(Y/N), please, it's been too long, and I fear I won't last long if you keep this up. I want all of you tonight. Can I show you how much?"
"Okay," your voice was barely a whisper, and you let yourself being laid down on the bed.
Huaisang quickly got rid of his remaining garments and carefully removed the intricate guan, now only a black silk ribbon keeping his hair together. As he climbed on top of you, you instinctively opened your legs to make room for him as he rested his weight on his elbows next to your shoulders. This way he was the only thing you could see, but there was nothing else you wished to see at this moment. A large amount of his long hair fell over his shoulders and caressed your cheeks. He was so beautiful as a soft smile played on his lips and you reached up to kiss him. It quickly turned heated and Huaisang soon left your lips in order to kiss all over your face and neck. Then he moved lower and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand while he occupied his mouth with sucking on the other nipple. Your sighs of pleasure encouraged him to move his hand lower while his mouth kept playing with your nipples.
At first your hips shied away from his touch but when his deft fingers found the most pleasurable spot between your legs you couldn't bite back a moan. His mouth left your breasts as he moved to carefully watch your reaction while his other hand kept your legs in place.
"You are doing amazing, you are so wet already," he praised and slowly pushed his index finger inside you.
"Huaisang...," you moaned his name as you watched his finger disappear inside you.
This was something you already tried yourself on lonely nights but the fact that it was his finger made the experience completely different and so much better. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you and when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but he moved back on top of you and kissed the complaints off of your lips.
"Are you ready?" He asked, and you were never this sure about anything in your life.
"Yes, I want you, please."
He reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over your wetness, using your combined arousal as a lubricant. Even this little delay and the feeling of his hot member so close to where you wanted it made you squirm. He was looking into your eyes the whole time and you saw how he had to fight he urge to close them when he started to finally push inside you. He was slow and careful, and when he was fully seated inside both of you stopped to catch your breaths. The stretch was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You moaned when you felt his cock twitching and your insides tightened around him in response. Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he let his forehead rest against yours. He simply couldn't hold his composure anymore, so he slowly started to pull out and push back again. At first you felt a tiny prick of pain, but it soon faded and was replaced by pure pleasure. And he was quick to react to your signs, so when you reached up and grabbed onto his hair to find support, he knew he found that special spot. Soon you were a moaning mess, being so close to your release and he was no different, his skin shining from sweat and strands of his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck.
"a-Sang!" You repeated over and over, and finally hearing you calling him that, it was enough to push him through the edge.
He sealed your lips in a desperate kiss, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit, his other arm shaking from the effort of keeping his body from fully collapsing on top of you. The feeling of his desperate thrusts, his hand on your most sensitive spot and his shaky moans calling your name finally triggered your orgasm. You felt your inner walls clenching impossibly tight around him and you desperately clawed at his back, not really caring at that moment if you were leaving marks on his skin.
He collapsed on top you, the last of his strength leaving his body as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your vision slowly cleared, and the ringing disappeared from your eyes as you subconsciously caressed his head and shoulders. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear him practically purring like a cat.
The air in the room slowly started to dry off the sweat from your bodies and it soon made you both shiver. Huaisang rolled off of you with a series of unintelligible whines and went to fetch a cloth to clean yourselves up. He wetted it with the prepared warm water and carefully cleaned your most sensitive spots. He couldn't help but leave some lazy kisses around your hips and thighs in the process and the feeling of his gentle touches were almost enough to lull you into sleep.
He quickly cleaned himself up too and climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling the luxurious covers over your naked bodies. You moved to lay your head on his chest, positioning your ear over his heart, its steady beating made you feel completely safe. He sneaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You looked up at him and you smiled at how his hair was a complete mess now, yet he looked so handsome in the faint glow of the candlelight, his eyes shining with so much love you thought your chest will explode because of it.
"Thank you, tonight was incredible," you said as you drew small patterns on his chest with your fingers.
You swore you could see his ears redden even in the faint light, and you planted a soft kiss on his pecs before you fully relaxed in his arms.
"I love you a-(Y/N), get some sleep now," you heard him say before you fell into a blissful sleep.
THE END
ps. I have a half written morning-after snippet, let me know if you are interested and I'll finish it.
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noenvyy · 4 months
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"Bring Me Tomorrow/Stay With Me" A MDZS AO3 Fanfic Excerpt
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sweatsnervously47 · 2 months
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The Untamed really be like:
WWX: *Homeless man who has been fired from every job he's ever worked at, who is couch surfing on the Mo family couch*
In comes, Lan Wanji, a man with a credit score of 850, clean house, job, adopted kids, immaculate lawn, meal plan for the next 3 years, socks always match, volunteers, so very much autism, perfect form and function, crops watered, guchin master, best swordplayer ever.
WWX: Lan Zhan is going to want to fix me. :( I am broken.
Lan Zhan: *handcrafts a pizza and gingerly places it in a box and then into a garbage can so that WWX can still have Trash Pizza whenever he wants*
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Summary: a short story collection about wangxian
Author: virtual1979
Note from submitter: This is the fic that is responsible for the ao3 tag limit
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saltyfish11 · 1 year
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Good for dà gē
lan xichen/ lan huan x gn! reader
A/N . Forgive any spelling mistakes, its too late for my brain to spill out alphabets in their correct order. Pls revive this dead tag.
CW: lxc being called ge-ge by reader, suggestive
word count: 584
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"Zewu-jun~". The words leave your lips as a pressing sigh echoes throughout the Hanshi's walls; his plush lips are warm and firm and steady as they crash against yours. A sturdy forearm pins itself perpendicularly to your fanned out hair on the silky sheets and Lan Xichen tactfully towers his sculpted figure over your smaller one.
The early dawn light that filters through the craved windows, casting an intricate shadow against his delicate, jade-like features. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. An abrupt bite on your delicate lips earns him a quick yelp followed by a dramatic whine on your part.
"L-Lan Xichen!" you whimper pathetically, tugging on his slender forehead ribbon. Long locks of ebony spill out of his usual hairdo as the ribbon loosens and becomes undone in your palms. They caress the angular edges of his face perfectly, and you think that he somehow looks even more handsome like this. It was as if the strands were hand-woven by the heavens for you to admire, his slender lips crafted to caress yours, and his safe arms to embrace your frail frame.
The atypically stoic man doesn't respond to the courtesy name and instead, his honeyed eyes simply darken with lust. Pulling away from the kiss, his heated mouth asserts itself above the corner of your lip before pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jaw. Jolts of pain and pleasure wash over you as his canine teeth tug and nibble on your supple skin.
"A-Huan~". Once again, the hopeless mewls fall on to deaf ears. In a pitiful attempt to muffle the moans that threatened to spill, you scrunch the Gusu Lan forehead ribbon in your palm and thrust the fabric into your mouth.
Pinning your arms above your head, Lan Xichen sweetly squeezes your jaw open and extracts the sopping cloth. Clutching both your wrists, he expertly wraps the damp ribbon around them twice before firmly securing them in place with a harsh knot, and then, an elegant bow. Immediately, he continues to push against the soft surface of the bed as he shifts his assault on your neck. Crimson marks begin to adorn your lithe neck as his animalistic urges persist along the length of your nape. Shifting his lips to a new target, his scorching breath fans against to the untouched skin just above your collar and it becomes increasingly more difficult for you to keep your voice down.
"L-Lan G-gē gē," you stutter as you bite your lower lip in shame as those humiliating words leave your reddened lips.
"Yes my love?" he asks tenderly in contrast to the mildly obscene term, his warm breath against your ear ensuing a valley of goosebumps to erupt along your body.
"P-please s-stop teasing me," you plead in a drunken state, your whiny voice not even a fraction as convincing as you had intended it on being. You were a pitiful sight. The red marks littered throughout your slender neck were staring to bruise a deep purple. The deep rouge flush that bloomed from your checks swiftly spread across your features, from the tips of your ears to right under your collarbone. You, with your petite wrists tethered under his toned, looming build.
"Shushhh," he hushes dismissively with newfound amusement, and you can feel the corners of his slender lips on your earlobe curve upwards at your helpless request.
"Be good for dà gē and keep your voice down alright?"
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masterash · 19 days
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Summary: The surrounding buildings are illuminated by the scarlet glow of lamps strung above, hazed by a soft mist. Both ends of the street are consumed by the fog, giving the illusion that it goes on for infinity. Lines of shops sit on the edge, and Wei Wuxian makes out odd trinkets being sold. A thought slams into him, threatening to topple him over again once he’s on his feet. Nothing hurts, the pain is gone. The injuries he’d had just seemed to vanish. When he looks up he’s taken aback by the startling sight of a boar glowering over him. No, not a boar he realizes on second glance, but a large muscular man with a boar head. He makes a sound like a low pig snort, “Puh- damn new ghosts.”
If you haven't seen this yet, its a great time to take a look at it! My latest fic, a crossover between TGCF and MDZS. Just posted chapter 5 today!
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rosethornewrites · 1 month
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NR, E, & M reading since 2/15
Finished
Not Rated:
Second Madame Nie update, by nirejseki
Prompt: I'm still in love with Second madam nie. Anything from her POV, maybe including her favourite person, nie mingjue?
No Loss, by eb4life (24 chapters)
After being forced to remain stuck in his wolf form by Madam Yu, Wei Wuxian conforms to her wishes of making it appear that he's runaway from home by doing just that. When he's God knows how far from home and manages to get captured by the knights of a king he's only heard rumors of, Wei Wuxian expects to be killed or imprisoned as the king's personal attack dog. He doesn't expect to move from "exotic pet" to "closest friend" within only weeks of his stay at the king's side. This story is inspired by Bisclavret.
Explicit:
vintage youth, by sami (3 chapters)
After thirteen years spent believing Wei Wuxian was dead, Lan Wangji isn't going to let a minor detail like Wei Ying is a fugitive from the law come between them.
all the trembling ways, by typefortydeductions (🔒)
"Lan Zhan. I haven’t -- I mean, I’ve kissed people! But I’ve not. Not anything else.”
Wei Ying can’t look up. He can feel how hot his cheeks are. His whole face must be burning. He wishes he’d worn something else, something less obviously wanting.
“Not anything?” Lan Zhan breathes. He sounds -- Wei Ying isn’t quite sure what he sounds, but it isn’t disappointed. He risks a peek upwards, through his eyelashes, like Lan Zhan’s face will be more bearable in the diffuse. Lan Zhan’s mouth is open slightly. Wei Ying shakes his head, and Lan Zhan’s hands come up to his cheeks, tipping his head back up.
“Wei Ying.” he says, softly, and leans in to kiss him. It’s softer this time, but just as deep, his tongue sweeping gently along Wei Ying’s lower lip, coaxing. Showing, Wei Ying realises. Letting him learn. He feels the heat rise again, but it’s different this time, contained, somehow, by Lan Zhan’s firm hands, the warm press of his chest.
“Will you let me show you?” he asks."
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Lan Zhan teaches Wei Ying how to feel good.
Mature:
At the end of all things, by Entityx (🔒)
Lan Wangji is aware that he is not the only one who is left haunted by constant bloodshed.
Everyone has changed over the course of the Sunshot Campaign. However the one who underwent the most drastic change was undeniable.
It's subtle- he's still friendly and boisterous with members of his sect. But he is not truly open anymore. Gone is the optimistic boy who radiated sincerity with every word. Instead he is replaced with a hollow imitation, with a smile cracked at the edges, and a laugh that is too hollow to fool anyone.
if you could see the man I am, by sami (2nd in a series)
Lan Wangji spent thirteen years believing Wei Wuxian was dead.
Unfinished
Not Rated:
The Devil That You Forgot, by pottedplnt
Wei Ying has always been a smart child, so when he finds himself back on the streets he was taken from, he decides to make the most of it. Even when he's half-starved, severely injured, and just thrown into the worst place he can think of, he'll come back. And god help anyone who gets in the way of his peaceful life.
The worth of a life with no regrets, by SnowdropsAndDreams
It was hopeless. Utterly hopeless.
The night hunt had gone disastrously wrong and Wei Wuxian's tiny pebble of a core isn't enough to save him. But Jiang Cheng will be damned before he watches another sibling die in his arms, especially one that miraculously came back from the dead.
"I'm going to die here, Jiang Cheng. We both know it. But unlike last time, I'm going to make it meaningful."
"I know of a forbidden array that can turn back time."
"Didi, do you want to come with me?"
Or, a time travel fix-it fic where Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng work together as brothers.
Explicit:
The Second Hand Unwinds, by trulywicked (🔒)
Sent back in time without his husband after a night hunt gone wrong, Lan Wangji is determined to ensure that Wei Wuxian’s safety and in the process hopefully mitigate, if not prevent, the war.
Through marriage among other things.
Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch
“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”
“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.
“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”
“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.
“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”
“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.
“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”
Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.
Mature:
A twist in time, by Souldealertm
Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi got their happy ending, however the pain and loss of the past is still haunting them and many others. The previous generation has messed up horribly and caused the generations to come great pain. Now some of the people from the previous generation have gotten a second chance to fix everything and give their children and grandchildren a better future.
fighting for both of us, by chocosmei
When Wei Wuxian loses control to the Yin Tiger Tally at Nightless City, possibly his last siege of this life, Lan Wangji tries to take the Yiling Laozu to safety by trying to hide him. Without success and finding no other option, he will take the most dangerous risk, trying a method that he doesn’t even know if it’ll work:
An unknown talisman.
In hopes of this being their last chance to surviving, but feeling extremely miserable for resorting to something as dangerous as demonic cultivation, he takes Wei Wuxian’s injured body in his arms, takes his sword “Bichen”, and cuts his own fingers just enough for them to bleed tiny bloody droplets. He takes the talismans written with his and Wei Wuxian’s blood and activates it before anyone can reach them and stop Lan Wangji. The voices of his Shufu, Xiongzhang and elders disperse to complete silence and darkness.
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greenisnotpretty · 8 months
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soo i often see how lan zhan and wei ying got married in the bunny cave but wei ying has no idea cause he's a silly boi.
but i need a fic where the lan clan actually has a series of weird and uncommon weddings traditions. after the cave arc, lan zhan just can't stop himself and keeps getting them engaged/married at every possible occasion.
so far he did it over very specific wine pouring, gift giving, poetry, helping to fasten the robes for the other person, plenting a specific plant together. he gives wei ying a new hair ribbon and wei ying is just happy and carefree, maybe a bit curious of the weird symbols covering the material but haha its sure nothing right.
wei ying is very oblivious. lan zhan is very smug. the rest of lan clan is very confused.
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mdzs-fics · 9 months
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Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket
Post-CQL Canon 51 chapters (complete) 290K words
It is then that he notices that the child in front (a little boy around nine years old, if Lan Wangji had to guess) has the hilt of a jeweled dagger protruding from between his ribs, and a small novice’s bow clutched in his hands with an arrow still nocked to the string.
“They’re not alive,” Li Shuai gasps, clawing her way upright against one of the pavilion’s four corner pillars as the ghosts keep coming towards them. “That’s sixth shidi, the one with the bow, and our third shimei there in the pink—but they’re not corpses, I don’t know how they could have—”
The ghosts come to a halt, then, standing right in front of Lan Wangji’s ward with pensive looks on their faces. Some have clear death-wounds in their chests, and one of the boys wears a gown covered with dull black blood from the cruel gash in his throat—but all of them are looking straight at Li Shuai, and their lips shape her name with open wistfulness; some of the older ones call her A-Shuai, and the children call her Li-shijie, and then they nod once in Lan Wangji’s direction before stepping closer to the ward and disappearing into it.
He feels their spiritual energy pouring into the seals before he sees it in the ward, reeling back at the sudden shock of ninety-one ghostly golden cores taking up arms beside his—ready to defend their sect in death as they could not do in life, and then he finally understands why the land-eater went unnoticed for so long. The ghosts must have been suppressing it until its power surpassed theirs, and then they sought out Wang Hai for help when they could do nothing more—but for them to have taken shape like this, in something resembling their living selves even though their bodies must long since have rotted away—it should have been beyond them to do such a thing, unless…
“Auntie!” Xiao-Yan screams. “It’s Wei-zongzhu! He’s coming back!”
As Author stiltonbasket notes, this is the CQL (The Untamed) Universe with a few differences, the major one is that A-Qing is still alive during and after the Yi City events and is being treated for the damages Xue Yang did to her. There are other differences, given it's The Untamed version of the story. Second most important being that the Confession in Guanyin temple does not occur.
The story is written with both narrative point-of-view and letters to and from those involved. The style is most effective in moving the story forward.
Twelve Moons and a Fortnight begins months after the events of Guanyin temple. Lan Zhan is Chief Cultivator and Wei Wuxian has spent the following months near Gusu. He meets regularly with the Lan Juniors in Caiyi. It is at one of these meetings that he is told Jin Ling asked him to speak with Jiang Wanyin about something.
Wei Wuxian becomes Wei-zhongzhu, acting as Jiang sect leader while Jiang Wanyin aids Jin Ling in taking controlling power from the various factions in Lanling.
There is a brief stop in Yunping during an official tour of Yungmeng, where Wei Wuxian collapses and is taken somewhere to rest, which results in the adoption of a child, the eventual foundation of a lady's refuge, and the mystery of Wei Ying's illness begins.
There is the romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan that everyone except Wei Ying can see so plainly.
The world of Yungmeng is fleshed out in detail as the seasons pass. There is a land eater, and a mystery about its origins. Was a recent bout of illness in the area a result or the cause of the land eater? Did it have something to do with the summoning ritual Mo Xuanyu used to bring back Wei Wuxian? Why is Wei Wuxian having nightmares of Mo Xuanyu? There are discussions about golden cores and core sickness ... and an upset young child who has already seen one mother die.
The story is not centered only on Yungmeng. There are other important events occuring. Lanling is brought under control. In Gusu, Lan Xichen has healed the wounds Maiden Qing received as part of the Yi City story arc that precedes the story. There are junior shenanigans, including a rainy night and a bonfire involving Lan Xichen and the juniors.
We learn of Nie Mingjue's several Qi deviations. And the depth of the many betrayals of Jin Guangyao that still affect the living.
The stakes for all involved become higher as illness risks killing Wei Wuxian before he can reach a happy ending.
The resolution to most of what's going on hits like a hammer.
There is a night of terror, questioning using the qin language, reveals through empathy, several tense chapters with warning about body horror. And healing. Followed by 8 chapters in which some secrets are finally exposed, mysteries resolved and there are weddings to attend.
Author stiltonbasket has provided a number (47) of tales related to this one. Of these, one of the most poignant for me was The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6)
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lisia81 · 9 months
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FINITO!
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Cosa posso dire? di sicuro sale prepotentemente al secondo posto tra i miei drammi preferiti (il primo è inspodestabile) e la puntata 33 si colloca in cima alla classifica di quelle in cui ho pianto più a lungo. 20 minuti ininterrotti e un magone che mi sa resteranno a lungo un record.
Ma è tutta la serie che crea uno sconvolgimento emotivo fortissimo e ti lascia quella consapevolezza che a breve non troverai qualcosa del medesimo livello.
The Untamed è difficile da gustare lentamente, ti incalza a proseguire. L'unico rallentamento l'ho avuto nelle ultime 3 puntate al tempio. Mi continuavo a chiedere: “ma quanto ancora deve tirarla per le lunghe Lan Xi Chen?”Ringraziamo il cielo che è intervenuto Nie Hauai Sang con il suo escamotage, perchè se no, nel 2023, fra Jin Guang Yao con la sua incredibile resistenza e l'indecisionismo di big brother Lan saremmo ancora li al tempio ad aspettare una fine.
Sicuramente lo rivedrò con più calma e maggiore attenzione, perchè nella testa ho alcuni punti interrogativi a cui, per ora, non ho trovato risposte. E spero di trovarle. 😬 Per fare due esempi stupidi: Lan Zhan come fa a riconoscere Wei Ying quando ritorna dall'oltretomba? dalla spada? dall'ombra che scappa? perchè quella poteva essere benissimo Nie Hauai Sang. Quando arrivano alla tomba e lo sente suonare, sapeva già che era lui. La loro canzone è solo una conferma indelebile. Dall’espressione lo sapeva anche nel bosco. Quando We Wuxian glie lo chiede l'imperturbabile Lan risponde sempre: “pensaci”. Beh, siamo in 2 a pensarci!
Per non parlare del piccolo Ah Yuan. Mi sembrava folle che i Wen lo avessero portato con loro a "chiedere perdono". E continuavo a chiedermi, ma sto bimbo che fine ha fatto? Si scoprirà che Lan Zhan lo ha trovato nella caverna febbricitante e lo salvato e adottato. Ma in quella stessa caverna non è stato bloccato per 3 giorni We Wuxian? quando si è liberato, il bimbo non lo ha visto? Lo ha lasciato li da solo, convinto di tornare? da mamma di una bimba più o meno di quell’età la cosa mi allibisce abbastanza.
Ho letto che quando è andato in onda su Tecent trasmettevano 4 puntate settimana. Quello che è l'antefatto (non posso chiamarlo flashback, vista la durata) è lungo più di 32 puntate. A finire la serie ci ho impiegato circa una settimana. Quando la storia è ritornata al presente, io giuro non mi ricordavo quasi più nulla della storia di Mo il pazzoide e della spada. Sono stata tentata di tornare indietro (cosa che ho fatto a fine visione). Sono 32 puntate focali. Il nucleo solido del drama. Le ultime 20 sono belle, ma stile caso di Benoit Blanc e mi mancavano i pezzi 😅. Comunque stavo dicendo, gli spettatori ordinari hanno dovuto attendere 8 settimane e poi racappezzarsi. Poveri loro.
Altra cosa per cui dovrò rivederlo è l'infinità di nomi. Verso la fine tra titoli, soprannomi, appellativi facevo veramente fatica a identificare chi chiamasse chi o di chi stessero parlando.
Non voglio stare qui a scrivere molto altro. Mi ritrovo molto nelle recensioni e nei commenti delle due cultrici su questo drama @veronica-nardi e @dilebe06. Voglio solo aggiungere 3 cose.
E' da qualche giorno che mi domando: se @dilebe06 non mi avesse acculturato sulla questione BL, bromance, censura ecc.. cosa avrei pensato del rapporto Wei Ying/ Lan Zhan? Una risposta chiara non me la dare. Vi è una frase che viene ripetuta spesso nella serie: "nessuno conosce fino in fondo il cuore di qualcun altro". Questo non è vero per i due protagonisti, perchè il loro spirito è lo stesso. Nel loro essere agli antipodi, vi è un affinità e complementarità unica. Che credo sia anche soggetto di gelosia da parte di Jiang Cheng. Probabilmente è più giusto dire che, per buona parte della serie non conoscano veramente cosa c'è nel loro cuore. Per carità indizi ce ne sono molti. Al di la delle dichiarazioni, degli sguardi, dei gesti più o meno ecclatanti, mi rimarrà il dubbio di quanti ne sarei riuscita a cogliere. Per fare un esempio stupido: dopo la fuga dalla stanza degli orrori, Lan Zan porta Wei Ying ferito nella stanza del silenzio. Li lo ritrovo profumato e impigiamato e appena si sveglia, il nostro tenero padrone di conglietti bianchi gli spalanca la camicia e controlla la ferita. Segno di un'intimità che mai ti aspetteresti dal pudicissimo Lan Zhan, ma che c'è. Comunque che sia amore, è fuori di dubbio. Il tipo di amore, sinceramente mi interessa e non mi interessa perchè è bello così come ci viene mostrato.
C’è da dire che tra i due protagonisti vi è una chimica unica. Ed è quella che copre ogni magagna della trama e lo ha reso così popolare. Se sti due a distanza di anni non possono neppure incrociarsi con lo sguardo in pubblico, per il caos che ne è uscito, un motivo ci sarà. O si amano (99% si) o c’è dietro qualcuno di così geniale da aver capito che mantenere la fiamma fra i due farà sempre presa sul pubblico.
Santo Wen Ning che ha rivelato a Jiang Chen la verità sul nucleo d’oro. Ti ho sgamato subito che sei andato al tempio a cercare We Wuxian, per restituirgli il flauto come protezione. Lo avrai odiato, ma alla fine nel momento di maggior rabbia, non sei riuscito a trafiggerlo e alla fine come lo cercava Lan Zhan, lo stavi cercando pure tu e non certo per fare quello che non avevi fatto 16 anni prima! E comunque come in tutti i drammi: il non detto scava fosse profonde come le Marianne!
Ultima cosa il finale.
Quelle benedette collinette me le sono guardate e riguardate. Il punto è sempre lo stesso, solamente spostato di poco. L'idea che mi sono fatta è che non siano passati anni e We Ying sia ritornato. Lui si mette subito a suonare e Lan Zhan lo sente, dice fra se se che il titolo lo conosce già e torna indietro. Da li quello splendido il sorriso da contrapporsi allo sguardo affranto delle scene precedenti quando sembrava dovessero separarsi.
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odetoviscera · 4 months
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Title: there were thirst and hunger, grief and ruins
Chapter: 12 of 12
Fandom: MDZS/The Untamed
Relationships: Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue
Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Summary: What should have been a three-day trip to hash out new territory boundaries becomes a two-week delaying tactic as Nie Mingjue attempts to solve a crime, since no one else seems to be interested in doing that.
Jin Guangyao tries very, very hard to get him to stop that and go home.
Neither of them gets exactly what they want.
(Meanwhile, in Cloud Recesses, Lan Xichen would just like someone to tell him what the hell is going on in Jinlintai.)
Chapter Excerpt:
The descent is fast and uncoordinated, the Nie cultivators landing in irregular clusters to intercept the night watch before any alarms can be raised— and, possibly, to raise alarms of their own. Meng Yao is only vaguely aware of them, most of his senses once again trained on Nie Mingjue— the strong arm around him, each finger’s imprint a brand against his ribs; the steady vibration of his heart reverberating through Meng Yao’s cheek, pressed against his chest; breathing against his robe, to drown the scent of blood in Nie Mingjue’s clean linen and the warm, dry salt of bodies.
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Proposal - Nie Huaisang
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Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader
Word Count: 1669 words
Warnings/tags: none i think, the events leading up to the wedding, fluff
Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name
A/N: I planned this to be a one-shot but I got carried away, so the actual action *wink wink* will happen in the next chapter.
I did some completely unnecessary research for this (my adhd ass basically got distracted) but nothing specific. My cultural knowledge is from the show so I'm sorry for any possible mistakes regarding culture. This is my first time writing The Untamed. Also English is not my first language.
Part 2
You met Nie Huaisang at one of the cultivation meetings Jin Guangyao held in Carp Tower. You were a member of one of the smaller clans, so you didn't attend such gatherings in general. That one time your older brother insisted for you to come, as there were some issues to be discussed which might need your expertise as a healer.
During the many battles of the Sunshot Campaign, you actively participated in the healing of wounded soldiers, so many members from the bigger clans also knew you. So it was no wonder they were all pleasantly surprised to see you there at the meeting. After the greetings and toasts you were free to mingle, and almost everyone greeted you with a pleasant smile and grateful eyes. You also greeted them politely, asking about their family and health.
After a while you noticed that Zewu-jun were looking at you, wanting to invite you over to where he was standing with his brother Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao and another finely dressed young man. As you walked over Lianfang-zun excused himself to greet the other guests. You turned to the remaining three men with a smile, and they bowed to you in return.
"(C/N)(Y/N). It's so nice to see you. What brings you here?" Lan Xichen asked with a small smile on his lips.
"Apparently, Lianfang-zun requires my help with something. And I took the chance to reunite with old acquaintances."
Lan Wangji stared at you in his usual way, not showing any of his emotions. You also wanted to ask what brought him here, but with a curt nod to you and his brother he also excused himself. Finally, you turned to the man now standing next to Lan Xichen. You had an attention to detail, so only a quick glance was enough for you to notice his handsome face and elegant clothing however, you didn't remember meeting him before.
"It's nice to meet you, Master...," you trailed off somewhat nervously as you didn't know how to address him.
He appeared lost in thought for a moment as he seemed to ever so slightly jump at your words. Still, he quickly schooled his expression into a calm and dignified look, but you could still see his nervousness underneath.
"I am Nie Huaisang. Pleased to meet you Lady (C/N)," he said as he bowed to you again, holding his fan in his hands.
As you realized your previous mistake, you were quick to return his bow.
"Ahh, please excuse my rudeness Clan Leader Nie."
He didn't seem offended at all as he glanced at you with a small smile, which appeared to be sad to you. You knew the story of his ascension to clan leader, after all his brother's death was still a widely discussed topic between cultivators. You also heard the various mean stories about Nie Huaisang himself, in which cultivators often referred to him as the Head Shaker or Good-For-Nothing. Stealing another glance at the man, he didn't seem quite as incompetent to you as these stories described him. He might not carry a sword and appear generally nervous, but you could also see the intelligence in his eyes. Right when you wanted to ask him about the situation in Qinghe, your brother called out to you to return to your tables. You exchanged bows with the two men again and returned to where your clan was sitting. However, you didn't seem to think about anything else that day but the handsome and mysterious Clan Leader Nie.
In the upcoming weeks you had the chance to meet with Nie Huaisang many more times, at political meetings and at night hunts too. You were not one to attend often, but as time went by you became more and more interested in the leader of the Nie Clan. As far as men go, he was the first one with whom you could always stir up meaningful conversations about various topics, not just politics or war. As someone who were always interested in music and arts, you found it exceptionally refreshing to listen to him talk about his passions, especially painting and his favourite fans. Looking at him, it always made you happy to see him quite relaxed during your conversations. After a while he even became bolder and started to show you his beautiful smile and laugh and you had to realize, that you, at the same time, started to fall in love with him.
Your brother always had a watchful eye on you two and he always let you know when he thought you spent enough time in the company of the clan leader. You understood his reasoning of course, so you always rejoined your family after a short conversation with Nie Huaisang.
After a few such meetings though, you started receiving gifts from him. At first you didn't know from whom they came from, but one time a messenger, who delivered some letters to your brother, handed you a neatly packaged hand-painted folding fan. It was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and you instantly knew who it was from. As you carefully traced the intricately painted lines on the fan with your fingertips your heart was beating so hard you felt it might jump out of your chest at any moment.
The next week your brother informed you that Clan Leader Nie requested a lunch with him and that you should also attend. Despite his reputation, everyone in your home made sure the preparation for the lunch were going smoothly. Everyone seemed excited to host such a high-ranking cultivator in your home. To say that you were nervous when the day finally arrived was an understatement. Actually, you thought you were never this nervous before.
During the lunch you were actually becoming calmer until your brother finally steered the conversation toward the actual meaning of the whole thing.
"Clan Leader Nie, may I ask the reason of your visit?" Your brother inquired after you exhausted all the general conversation topics.
Nie Huaisang seemed rather nervous too during the whole lunch, but looking at him now you were worried he might actually faint. Good thing you are a healer, you thought. For a few moments he sat there completely silent and almost motionless. Only his hands fiddling with his closed fan revealed his emotions. He looked up at your brother and opened his fan to hide behind it. The longer he spoke the quicker his hand moved the elegant accessory, and it seemed his face got redder by the minute.
"Clan Leader (C/N), as you probably noticed, we became quite well-acquainted with your sister. I would like to believe we became rather close even in the past few weeks. And you didn't seem opposed by my advances either. What I mean by all this is that...," he trailed off, even his ears were bright red by now. He appeared to be steeling himself for his next words. Finally he reluctantly lowered his fan and looked at you with frightened but hopeful eyes. God, you just wanted to hug him at that moment. But you couldn't, so you mustered your most encouraging smile and nodded at him. You were certain your cheeks were also red at that point. Nie Huaisang looked straight into your brother's eyes and said:
"I would like to ask for your permission to take your sister as my wife."
When he finally said it, it seemed like a huge stone was lifted off of his shoulders. His posture became more relaxed, but the fan opened again, only at his chest though, not covering his face. Now it was your turn to nervously glance at your brother. His face didn't show anger or disgust, only deep contemplation, which was a good sign, you thought.
"Clan Leader Nie, I am honored you think so highly of my sister. I have to say however, your bad reputation is not something I can ignore..."
"Gege!" You exclaimed, looking at your brother shocked and scared. Thinking back, you never thought your brother believed all those mean rumors about Nie Huaisang because he was just as good at reading people as you were.
"Meimei, let me finish," your brother said not even looking at you, a slight warning in his voice.
"Clan Leader Nie, as you said, I never opposed your relations with my sister. You seem to me an honorable man, and you never behaved inappropriately around her. But you have to understand, my sister's future depends on me. That's why I brought up your reputation. They say you are incompetent, but that's not what I see. I think you are very good at this whole political game. All I ask of you is to take care of my sister and don't let her reputation be ruined."
As he finished speaking you instantly turned to Nie Huaisang, who seemed to freeze, only his eyes turned impossibly big. His mind probably stuck to the same thought as yours, because that meant your brother actually agreed, right?
With his next sentence, he confirmed your suspicions: "I accept your proposal. If my sister agrees, she is yours."
You could only nod your head furiously as Nie Huaisang stood up and bowed deeply to your brother in thanks.
"Clan Leader (C/N), I assure you, your sister's happiness will always be my top priority. I will take care of her until my last day," Nie Huaisang said, his voice shaky.
As he straightened up, you could see his eyes glistening with unshed tears and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You basically jumped up, walked around the table and grabbed his shaking hands.
"I would love to be yours, Nie Huaisang," you said squeezing his hands.
He looked at you with that self-assured half smile you loved so much, and which he showed so rarely these days, but it always signaled some kind of mischief.
You didn't notice your brother looking at you two with a fond look on his face.
To be continued
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He swallows the blood down and lifts his flute to his lips. The music, an undercurrent in the screaming in his head, begins to take shape. If he had a shred of something warm left burning at his center, he imagines that it may sound different. Now, because he does not have any other choice, he plays to quiet the screams, both in the burning city under his feet, and in his head.
It doesn’t work, of course. This isn’t that kind of song.
(Lan Wangji composes a song for Wei Wuxian when they are children. Neither of them understand exactly what it means).
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whiteknifesmile · 10 months
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I posted this on Twitter a while ago and I’d like to clean it up and expand more on it but that’ll be a while and I want to preserve this original thread.
Wei Ying pressing A-Yuan into the hollow of the tree trunk.
“Xian-gege…” the little boy cries with tearful amber eyes
“It’s okay, it’s okay, my little radish!” he promises breathlessly, painting characters around the hollow, even as his body feels like it’s crumbling at the seams.
“I’m scared…”
“I know. I’m sorry, A-Yuan. Your Wen-popo- and everyone-“ he takes a deep breath and kisses A-yuan’s forehead with a sudden movement, the awareness of how little time he had hitting him with a pang. “Everything we did, all of it was for you. So you would grow up safe and happy. We love you… so much. But I think it’s time now… to try something different okay?” He smooths a finger over A-Yuan’s cheek, then his fluttering eyelids. “So, my little radish, you are going to take a little nap, and when you wake up… you’ll be just the way you need to be. And you’re going to grow up so good, from a radish to a big strong cultivator, I know it.” One more kiss, and Wei Ying rips himself away before he can lose his nerve. His smile is ragged and just as tearful. “You’re going to be amazing.”
A-Yuan blinks hazily at him, then the sleep spell drags him under and Wei Ying heaved out a grieved breath in the empty silent air around him. He knows what he’s about to do will kill him, without a doubt. But his actions have already lead to so much pain and anger and with the whole world against him, death is the least he deserves according to everyone. Wei Ying has run his luck out. No more chances, no actsof mercy or kindness left to draw on.
Despite it all, Wei Ying has one tiny piece of hope left to save from the fires of the siege. His A-Yuan, his baby radish… a-yuan never deserved a second of this retribution. From a labor death camp to a barren wasteland, his sweet boy has seemingly never had a moment’s peace or stability- but he’s still so sweet! Wei Ying knows that A-Yuan is surely not meant to die here. Not here, in this evil place full of dust and ghosts, not in the ashes of his family’s lineage, his clan annihilated. A-Yuan will not die!
And Wei Ying will make sure of it. The spell he laid on his radish was a very special one, built in his moment of terror about leaving this child behind in a world that hates his bloodline without any family left to protect him.
The spell will change A-yuan’s features, just enough to erase that tell-tale Wen nose, those Wen brown amber eyes, the distinctive Wen curls to his hair. Change to what, you may ask!
The next person who picks up A-yuan from the tree hollow, the person who the spell will decide is worthy to caretake for the little radish, the spell will find that person’s features and change A-yuan to match. To make him more like /their/ son, not a Wen’s. Like a foundling.
A-yuan has no more family in this world who can protect him. Wei Ying will simply make him some more family.
Wei Ying half wonders if his brother will be accepted by his spell. He prays that no Jin will be. But Wei Ying supposes that he’ll be dead by that point and he will have to trust in his spell enough to trust that it’ll choose whoever is best suited to raising his radish child…
Wei Ying just wishes he could have seen his A-yuan grow up, picked out his courtesy name with Wen-popo, taught him to shoot arrows with his Ning-gege too…
In a gentler but imperfect world, Jiang Cheng could’ve been his uncle and Wei Ying could have pressed A-Yuan into his arms and asked him directly to take care of his child, Jiang Cheng’s nephew, and there would be no need for uncertainty, for untested spells and shaky trust in a world cruel to him and no luck to rely on. His A-yuan could die, instead, if no one comes by the hollow.
Abandoned. Alone.
He’d never know that Xian-gege didn’t leave him behind… that this was the only way to give him the best chance to survive.
Even as the fierce corpses and ghosts tear him to pieces, slowly yet thoroughly, that thought haunts and hurts him the most, that A-yuan is hurting more.
— —- ——
When Wei Ying is reborn, or perhaps a better word is transplanted, it takes a while to get his bearings. Quite a lot happens very quickly… but seeing Jiang Cheng with his nephew, jolts at Wei Ying that he sees only one nephew, a boy with his mother’s eyes.
There is not another little shadow hiding behind his brother, no boy with his foundling father’s nose or eyes.
Wei Ying can’t think of anyone else his spell could have chosen to unveil and change A-Yuan to. So that must mean his little radish died long ago. Forgotten.
One of the little Lans hurry to Hanguang-Jun’s side, in the lull of shouting and staring contests, and Wei Ying watches with faint interest, renewed grief heavy in his heart.
The littlest Lan whispers something to Lan Wangji, and then two sets of matching golden eyes turn to look directly at Wei Ying.
Huh. He had thought that golden eyes were the hallmark of the main Lan bloodline? How’s this boy got them?
How strange. That little Lan looks just like how Lan Wangji used to look, a lifetime ago in a library that hadn’t burned yet, that little twitchy nose at Wei Ying’s antics, and that smooth straight hair down his back that Wei Ying longs to tug on and bother until that golden gaze is on him, angry and confused about it. But this little Lan… his expression is so sweet, Wei Ying instead wants to pinch his round cheeks and call him a chubby radis- no. Bunny.
Because he’s a Lan, and the nephew of a sect leader. He’s protected and cherished by his clan, well fed and educated and beloved certainly!
He’s not A-Yuan, last child of a scorned clan.
That’s Lan Wangji’s son, heir to the prestigious Lan family.
Not Wei Ying’s.
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The Crimson At Dusk Will Always Lead To The Crimson At Dawn
MDZS What if - Aftermath of the First Siege of the Burial Mounds
What Happened after JWY stabbed WWX during the Siege.
Jiang Wanyin stared at the Yiling Patriarch as the harsh sound of steel stabs through flesh. A mission well done. He should be happy. A-Jie, this is how it should have been, who were you trying to save?
He looked up.
A burst of happiness should have filled him; a bit of color after being drenched in black, shadows within his vision everytime he wakes up. These last few years has been suffering after suffering after suffering. The hands of the ones who used to hold him whenever he needed it, wanted it or just because they can are long gone. They left him and the only who was still here became someone he couldn't recognize.
Or maybe he just pretended because he needed something from us. We were convenient.
A demon that murdered someone who only wanted to protect him despite everything. A beast that takes and takes and-
But this isn't a night hunt. What he hurt isn't a fierce corpse or a vengeful spirit. He glanced up and opened his eyes halfway, scared to realize what he was looking at. Terrified to the bone to know what he had done.
This isn't the monster who took everything away from him. This is his brother.
His brother who always looked at him with pride whenever he did something good. The first one to always praise him whenever he did something good and takes him away before he does something unforgivable.
The one that was always with him. The one that promised to always be with him.
If only you stayed with us. This never would have happened. This is all you fault.
He wanted to blame him. Tell him that he should have chose better. You should have chosen us, he wanted to say.
But all the words got stuck on his throat. He felt like a petulant child that has gotten caught sneaking out at night. You liar, he wanted to say.
His brother was looking at him with those familiar eyes. The ones that he had always seen whenever his brother saw the progress Lotus Pier had after the war. A look of utmost pride for him.
For a moment, he felt a burst of delight filling his chest, just like it always had, until it all bursted away with the sight of dark crimson blood.
He thought of the red ribbon that his brother always wore. It was worn and used but was taken care of. The only thing that his brother kept and wore throughout everything. His sword and bell, long forgotten.
He thought of the robes A-Jie wore during her wedding, the dusk that his brother always loved seeing and the dawn Jiang Cheng always thought was more beautiful.
Then he thought of the floors Lotus Pier bore during the massacre. The walls and the liquid that dripped into the lakes that surrounded his home. Of the color that filled his vision upon the sight of it.
What is the difference between love and suffering, if both are covered in red?
His brother looked at him as if he wanted to pat his head and he can almost hear his voice.
ChengCheng really is the best! This Da-Shixiong is so proud!
Can almost see him try to wipe away his imaginary tears and-
He can almost see himself yelling and punching him in the gut just like what he deserves-
He looked down.
His sword that he once used to protect his brother, now deeply embedded into him. Instead of his fist, it's the sword he used to kill the Wens that destroyed his home, murdered his parents, took his brother -- his brother who was killed by him.
No. I didn't hit anything important. With his core, he could heal this in a few days, a week at most. I didn't kill him. I didn't. A-jie believe me I didn't-
Dozens of corpses surrounded them, for a split second he felt betrayal. A feeling that disappeared after he saw the corpses go after Wei Wuxian and he disappeared under the mass of bodies he knows in his heart that his brother commanded.
The sight left him confused. This is familiar. His A-Jie died surrounded by corpses but this is also his brother, he was still there. The only one still here, he thought.
He didn't know whether to kill the corpses attacking his brother or leave it, controlled by grief.
His confusion left him grounded, his feet planted mere centimeters away from the soil that was stained by his brother's blood, blood that he himself spilled.
His only consolation is the knowledge that his brother can control corpses as easy as breathing. His mind going to the last conversation they had, the last time that there are still three of them.
I thought you said you can control it!
I can! It's not me! I already stopped!
He found that a bit hard to believe. If there's anything he can put his trust on, its his brother's strength. The strength that always made him second in his father's eyes, he bitterly thought. Who could ever be stronger than his brother?
He turned around and declared "The Yiling Patriarch has been hunted down!" That's right, the Yiling Patriarch is gone, he'll make sure of it. There were cheers around him but he can't seem to join them and he fears he knows the answer why.
A few hours passed and it was way past midnight. He looked around and made sure no one is following him, that no one is watching him.
Jiang Cheng went to the place he last saw his brother in and called out his name, disdain almost solid in his voice.
"Wei Wuxian!"
"Wei Wuxian! Think about all the troubles you already caused me and show yourself!"
"You have to pay for what you did to A-Jie! Your face would be a nice payment! We will burn it until you could no longer even recognize yourself in the mirror"
"Wei Wuxian you-"
All the words that he wanted to say died in his throat the second time during the day.
Chenqing is in the middle of a puddle of blood, right where his brother got buried under the army he once commanded with ease.
His brother is strong, he's not dead and if he thinks he can hide from me then-
"WEI WUXIAN ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY AGAIN?!"
He shouted and cursed until his voice is sore, his core healing him despite the damage he purposely kept doing to himself and it filled him with warmth.
Warmth like an embrace but, as he looked back, there's no one there anymore. The last one slipped right through his fingers, right in front of his eyes.
But Wei Wuxian is not dead. The next time he see him he will break his legs so that idiot won't be able to run away anymore.
He grabbed Chenqing and refused to hand it over to the Jins who demanded it like a trophy. They took Suibian, but that's fine. That sword that his brother refused to carry is not the one Wei Wuxian will want to take. He would want Chenqing and when he comes for it, he will make sure he won't ever leave Lotus Pier again.
"I killed him, this is mine"
He lied through his teeth. Despite knowing that he didn't hit anything vital to kill, that this is just Wei Wuxian's ploy to escape. Despite knowing that his brother is not dead, he's alive.
Years passed and his brother never came for Chenqing. Maybe he abandoned it. Just like he abandoned me.
If Wei Wuxian isn't coming, then he'll hunt him down.
Before he knew it, more than a decade passed, thirteen years to be exact. Jin Ling was night hunting in Dafan, when he heard Wen Ning is still around and he was called by this person who doesn't look like his brother but with eyes so familiar.
All the grief he pretended that doesn't exist transformed into anger far more than he thought he could ever feel.
You chose him over me again? Were you together this whole time while I was all alone searching all over for you?
He hates Wen Ning. His brother left them for him and the other Wens despite knowing that he will be forsaken by the world, knowing that the Wens are the ones to destroy their home.
His brother always loved saving people but he never thought that he will leave them for a couple of strangers.
Is he your brother now? Why do you keep choosing him over me? Twin Prides of Yunmeng? How laughable. I'm always lacking in your eyes, just like how my father and mother kept telling me.
He learned that his brother actually died that night thirteen years ago after being stabbed by Jiang Cheng. He was told it was not him who killed him.
He knew that already.
Wei Wuxian that's only fear is to be bitten by dogs.
And Wei Wuxian who was bitten to death by the corpses he commanded.
Wei Ying that was found alone in Yiling.
And Wei Ying who died alone in Yiling.
His brother who killed himself right in front of him , who looked at him with pride before everything ended.
The Jiang Sect gained a lot from the Siege. Recognition and funds came easy until it doesn't seem like he was rebuilding a dying sect anymore.
Is that why you let me come close? So I could get the honor of killing you? Did you know what will happen after that?
It felt too much like a last gift. The refusal to dodge and the look of pride before he killed himself in front of me.
They settled on a new relationship, an awkward closeness and distance between them. Lan Wangji is his brother's new partner now. His brother? Can he even call him that?
After the events at Guanyin Temple, he learned the answer. Wei Wuxian who never chose him, or so he thought.
It was Jiang Cheng who he thought of the most after all. Who he chose above all others. It was him all along.
His brother died thirteen years ago, because Jiang Cheng did nothing; killed himself thirteen years ago, because Jiang Cheng did nothing.
He thought of the what-ifs, if only he killed the corpses attacking his brother like he considered back then, yet he stared until there's not even a body to give a proper burial to, refused to give a proper burial to.
He could only laugh as tears joined the water he and his brother used to swin in when they were kids. His brother that he doesn't deserve.
His mind went to the night he called his to brother until he could no longer utter words. He wasn't imagining that warmth.
He touched his chest where his, no Wei Wuxian's core is. His brother never left him, he was always with him all along. Twin Prides of Yunmeng. His brother who helped him achieve everything he had these past thirteen years, without asking for recognition. His brother who loved him so deeply to give him every cultivator's greatest treasure.
His brother who starved in the mounds asking him to abandon him despite knowing that if he just told Jiang Cheng everything, he would help him and protect the people he wanted to protect so much.
But he didn't, because he did not want to cause Jiang Cheng trouble. This secret that he carried to the grave just to spare his feelings.
He wanted to laugh but it came out as a sob. There was never any monster, never any beast. It was always just his brother all along. His brother who wanted to carry all the sufferings for him if he could.
When his brother and Lan Wangji wore red together. He remembered the question he once asked himself.
What is the difference between love and suffering, if both are covered in red.
The answer is nothing but also everything.
He saw his brother at his worst wrapped in red, and now he is seeing his brother at his happiest surrounded and enveloped by red.
His face is different but is also exactly as he remembered at the same time.
If red is both suffering and love, then it was not the world that was cruel, it was you who loved me so much to wish the best for me.
He and his brother were never the same as before anymore. Way too many words and regretful actions have been said done between them. But blood or not, he is still his brother. He doesn't quite live in Lotus Pier, not even in Yunmeng unlike his time in Yiling. He was way up into the mountains in the place with more rules than words spoken a day. In the place he said he hated.
He told Wei Wuxian he hated him right before he stabbed thirteen years ago. It turns out they really are brothers, throwing words they never meant.
Wei Wuxian drags Lan Wangji, Lan Sizhui and the too noisy brat to be called a Lan every holiday and birthday to Lotus Pier late at night, past the Lan bedtime to celebrate with him and Jin Ling.
How he could convince to old man to let them go, Jiang Cheng doesn’t know nor does he want to know. Looking at Lan Wangji, maybe his brother isn't the one responsible for it. And how Wei Wuxian convinced the walking rules to do his bidding is something Jiang Cheng doesn’t even want to think about.
If he asks the servants in the house to start the preparations for the celebrations late in the afternoon and to absolutely have the finest wine Yunmeng currenty has on the table, that is none of Wei Wuxian's business.
Jiang Cheng slept easier that night. Way easier than the times he slept all these thirteen years.
I was writing a prompt then it turned into this lolol
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I realized I was late this month, but here is last months recommendation using the 12 fics challenge meme.
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Fic: Year of Night Call
Author: ailuridae
Fandom: The Untamed, Modao Zushi
Pairing: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Rating: Teen
Length: 22006
Recommendation: This is an all-timer. I really came back to fanfiction through wangxian, and though ailuridae is a friend, every time Im in a hospital I think about the Year of the Night Call (I am in a hospital everyday). This captures perfectly the strange suffering of residency - a thing I have only viewed secondhand - and doctoring - similarly secondhand. This is gorgeous and a wonderful read, and I especially love the way that ailuridae has always written Wei Wuxian - as the smartest man in any room that he is in, but in need of a hug.
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