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drama--universe · 2 years ago

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Requested by anonymous: Hello! I see the requests are open again!💘 I hope you don't mind one from me: How would Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen react to a woman being found running, injured and scared? Because it turns out that someone has sent assassins to the reader's family and the reader is the only one who manages to escape, but the assassins are still after her. What would they do? How would they help?😔😔😔

Pairing: the untamed boys x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, assassins

Wei Wuxian:

he's just peacefully walking when he sees you

it's too late to move when he does, however

so you two collide quite painfully

he doesn't care much and instead asks if your okay

when you shake your head, he is also quick to worry

that's when he spots the blood that is splattered across your clothes

as well as the fresh cuts that lingered across your whole body

a sudden shout pulls both of you out of your thoughts

you hide behind Wuxian

he doesn't understand until he sees two men running towards the two of you

they're obviously assassins, their clothes say enough

so Wuxian pulls out his own sword while holding his other arm in front of you

maybe it's the fact that he's helping you or maybe just his aura, but you visibly relax

you aren't shaking much anymore, instead your just hidden now

although Wuxian can still hear he occasional sob or whimper from you

the two assassins are quickly disposed of by Wuxian

then he asks for more of an explanation

one your happy to give, telling him everything that came to mind as you retold what had happened

Wuxian takes you back to lotus pier so you're safe

and he'll surely help you find the actual culprit behind everything

Lan Zhan:

the usual stroll with all the disciplines was quiet

a bit too quiet even

until you stumbled out of the bushes

your eyes are bloodshot from crying, your hair a mess from running through the branches and your clothes are covered in blood and mud

most disciplines step back so you don't dirty their white and blue clothes

only Lan Zhan steps forward

your quick to explain everything, words faster than Lan Zhan can process

he picks out the most important points of your story

which happen to be massacre and assassins

just as he figured it out, five men jump from out of the woods

their swords are drawn out

Lan Zhan orders the younger ones to take care of it

then he guides you away

you are worried for the younglings left behind to fight, Lan Zhan is not

he knows they'll take care of it

he goes to check on them once you're safe inside

takes care of you for a few months and teaches you to defend yourself

also makes sure that an investigation starts about the demise of your clan

Lan Xichen:

you stumble to him around the time that he and Meng Yao are in hiding in the woods

you didn't know who either were, you only saw the house from afar

Xichen is kind enough to let you hide there from the assassins chasing you

they stick around for a few days, threatening him multiple times to tell them where you were

he always says the same

I don't know who you're looking for, but they're not here

stupidly enough, the assassins believe him after only 3 tries

you're just glad that they left

nonetheless, Xichen insists that you stay a bit longer

Meng Yao hasn't woken up yet and he's lonely

not that he says that to you, no

he just tells you that the assassins might still be near

which isn't a complete lie

Meng Yao:

he doesn't usually involve himself in stuff that doesn't have a profit for him

he calculates everything that he does, to the finest details

It was a bit of a surprise when he catches you in the forest as your first meeting

you looked scared, terrified even

not of him, but rather of the men following you

three men, dressed in black

they scattered when one spotted Meng Yao

he was kind enough to bring you back to his place in the Nie palace

brews you some tea to calm you down and carefully listens to your story

he later brings it up to Nie Huaisang, who later says it to his elder brother

which is what Meng Yao wanted to begin with, but he didn't want to do so himself

you're welcomed with open arms by other clans, who all offer to rebuild your clan

Sending pupils your way once everything is in fact rebuild

you can't get your savior out of your mind, you owned him your life

so you granted him anything that he wanted, whenever

he gladly took the offer, but claimed that he didn't want too ask for to much

at the end of this whole ordeal, Meng Yao was glad that he sent those assassins your way

Wen Ning:

he was practicing in the woods

he missed the target and was quite surprised when he heard a loud yelp

you came from the bushes, running through the river and one man followed

his arrow stuck in the stranger's shoulder

he doesn't really know what to do, freezing as you approached him

luckily for him, the other man doesn't continue after spotting him

you were quick to thank him for shooting the assassin behind you

to which Wen Ning shyly admitted that it wasn't intentional at all

you stare at him for a few seconds before bursting into giggles

he only looked down to the ground in embarrassment

but even with the embarrassment, he manages to stutter out that you should join him for dinner and get treated by his sister

you graciously accept his offer

his sister is very kind throughout the process of stitching and cleaning your wounds

all the while Wen Ning continues to stare your way

he wonders what happened to you

but he doesn't have to wonder for long as his sister asks

and you start to explain, the tears that started forming were clear to see

Wen Ning almost wanted to cry as well, the story sounded a bit too close to his own situation after all

which is why he convinces his sister to let you stay

before begging you to stay around with the promise that he'd take care of you

and that he does

Xiao Xingchen:

the street was empty, which is why it was so obvious that something was wrong with you

you were running on the street, a panicked look on your face

you tripped not far from him, in arms reach and Xingchen looks at you

he wasn't sure what to do at first, his heart said yes but his head said to not involve himself

his heart won when he saw a few men approaching, dressed in black and clearly there to kill you

his sword was pulled as he stood before you, staring at the man with a glare

the fight doesn't take long, the men are dead after only 10 minutes

while Xingchen cleans his sword, you were quick to get up and thank him

he doesn't say much, instead he just shortly nods before walking away

not expecting you to follow him

you do though, asking him if it was okay to stay as you feared to be alone

he accept the offer or at least until you reached a clan that would protect you

which takes a few weeks and he hates to admit that he's grown attached to you

he hoped you'd stay by his side, but you chose not to

instead, you plan to rebuild your own clan

but you make sure to tell him that he's always welcome to visit

he never gets said opportunity

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fiftysevenacademics · 3 months ago

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oooh prompt time!

wangxian + spaceship

wangxian + wild animal

Thank you! I'm sorry it took so long to write this, but I wanted to do the spaceship one, and it took me a while to get an idea.

Lan Wangji watched Gusu dwindle to a blue, cloudy pearl through the porthole. The Cloud Recesses groaned with its release from the planet’s gravity, then all was quiet, save the whir of his cabin’s ventilation system, just as in previous voyages. Except, this time, it wasn’t as quiet as it should be. Through the wall came thumping bass and the sound of laughter, and a voice he knew all too well.

He pounded the wall with his fist. Nothing happened, so he pounded again, harder. This time, a voice shouted, “Lan Zhan! Come join us!”

“Ridiculous,” Lan Wangji muttered, but he left his room and knocked on the neighboring door.

Wei Wuxian opened the door, shirtless and tanned beneath his unzipped white uniform jacket. He also wore the standard white pants of the Lan uniform, but they might have been a half size too tight and left little to the imagination– not that Lan Wangji was trying to imagine anything, of course, and he looked quickly away.

Nie Huaisang set down the bottle of Emperor’s Smile he was chugging and rushed to the door. He took Lan Wangji’s hands in his own and backed up, pulling the increasingly distressed man with him.

“Lan Wangji! Come in, come in! Let’s have a little fun!”

Lan Wangji pulled away and straightened his own uniform. Nie Huaisang shrugged and twirled in time to the music back to his bottle. Wei Wuxian took a swig from his own bottle then held it up toward the frowning man in front of him, grinding his hips to the music and grinning wide. Lan Wangji pushed it aside.

“You’re such a sourpuss, Lan Zhan! It’s a week before we reach Qishan and until then, we have basically nothing to do. Why not relax a little?”

Wei Wuxian’s breath smelled boozy, and his lips were wet. Lan Wangji’s eyes lingered on his tongue, and the mouth that it lived in, and pushed unwelcome images to the corner of his mind.

“Alcohol is forbidden on missions.”

“Well, I don’t know what Lan Defense Service can do about it if I brought some with me. What are they going to do? Throw me out of a loading bay?”

Lan Wangji’s first run in with Wei Wuxian had come on the second day of training for the mission to stop Emperor Wen’s incursions on the outer moons orbiting Gusu, Yunmeng, and Qinghe. Each of those moons were rich in valuable minerals but were poorly defended. Leaders of these planets depended on a gentleman’s agreement to leave all of a planet’s moons under the control of that planet’s leaders. There had never been a breach of this understanding, until lately, when the Emperor Wen decided these outer moons could be stealthily exploited by Qishan mining corporations.

The ruling families of each planet combined their armed forces under the leadership of General Qiren and the Lan Defense Service, which had state of the art warships, and sent their sons, daughters, and disciples to Gusu to train. Lan Wangji was famous throughout the solar system for his beauty and severity, and was in charge of enforcing discipline and whipping the recruits into shape– literally, if need be.

Wei Wuxian needled him and broke the rules until, unfortunately, Lan Wangji had no alternative but to order him to strip and kneel to receive a caning. He wasn’t the only recruit who earned that treatment, but he was the only one Lan Wangji couldn’t get out of his head.

Something about the way the smooth back muscles slithered under each blow, the hair that clung to his glistening, alabaster skin, and the almost saucy smile he flicked at Lan Wangji when he was barely able to remain on his knees at the end, raised a buzz in his head that he could never entirely silence.

Now, the miscreant had been assigned quarters next to his own, with that useless Nie Huaisang, who was only here because his older brother had basically paid for the position. Lan Wangji could have had a room in the officers’ quarters. As a member of the main Lan lineage, General Qiren, his uncle, said he was entitled to a more comfortable, quieter room, but he refused. He was still in charge of discipline among the crew members, and felt his presence among them might make actual punishment less necessary. Did he regret his decision?

“Wei Ying.” Saying the name sent a surprising thrill down his spine. “I must confiscate the liquor. Hand it to me.”

“Sheesh! OK, OK, keep your pants on,” He winked. “Huaisang, bring yours over here.”

Lan Wangji took both the bottles.

“Seems like a pretty sneaky way for an old Lan fuddy duddy like you to get wasted on the sly,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Refrain from making any more noise and this won’t need to go any further,” Lan Wangji warned. He turned and went back to his room.

He couldn’t stop his pounding heart, or tame the wild beating of his pulse. He slapped himself on the face and picked up his guqin. The guqin was an ancient Chinese instrument that was found to be better defense against a wide range of alien species than most weapons. The Lan Clan had been practicing guqin magic since ancient times and shot to lead Earth’s colonization efforts. Lan Wangji was playing a haunting, mournful melody, when he heard a knock on his door.

“Enter,” he said.

In walked Wei Wuxian, properly dressed for once, with a contrite look on his face.

“What are you playing?” he asked. “I can hear it from next door and it’s beautiful.”

Lan Wangji didn’t say anything. He looked down at his guqin and repeated the melody, while Wei Wuxian sat down next to him, enraptured.

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zombubble · 6 months ago

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In Memory; In Truth Chapter 09, feat. Pining:

Sighing, Lan Wangji looks down at the table. “Water,” he mutters. Grabbing a small teapot, Wei Wuxian pours a cup of water from it and brings it over. “Here,” he says softly. “Drink up, okay?” Lan Wangji nods and—with help—manages to drink. “Who was he to you?” Wei Wuxian asks. Turning to him, Lan Wangji stares for a moment, then drops his gaze back to the empty cup he holds. “Merely a former classmate,” he says. Doing a great impression of someone who wasn’t just stabbed straight through the heart, Wei Wuxian nods. Smiles. Pours more water. “Here, drink more. You’ll have a headache if you don’t.” “It’s hai-shi…” Standing unsteadily, Lan Wangji staggers over to the bed. “Aiyah, look at you. Hanguang-jun, drunk enough to be falling over. What would people say if they saw you now, hm?” Wei Wuxian helps him sit and Lan Zhan stares at him for a long moment. His eyes follow the lines of Wei Wuxian’s face and hair, lingering somewhere around his nose and chin, and then— He smacks himself?! Falling backwards, he seems… entirely out cold. What the fuck? Sighing fondly, Wei Wuxian gets him situated in his normal sleeping position, taking his boots off and setting them neatly next to the bed. Pulling the blanket over him, Wei Wuxian sighs and… and then, because he doesn’t plan on staying in the room at the moment, he takes out another protection talisman. This one, too, is blue and silver and… Whatever. Lan Zhan wouldn’t want red and black anyway. Tucking it into Lan Wangji’s robes, he pulls the blanket over him, patting him gently. Ribbon askew, face placid, Lan Wangji looks younger than his years. Still more beautiful than anyone else Wei Wuxian has ever seen. Leaning close, he takes in Lan Wangji’s sandalwood scent, breathes deep and tries—fuck, tries not to cry. If only he’d known. If only he was coming back to— No. It’s… No. Straightening up, Wei Wuxian runs his fingers through his hair, taking deep breaths. Looking back at Lan Zhan, he… can’t help a smile. “Stay here,” he says softly. “I’ll be back before you wake.”

I'm still fighting with the last chapter but that's okay!! It'll come along when it's ready. For now... have some WangXian uwu

#c'est ma vie #fic: imit #ascension au #mdzs #mdzs fic #modao zushi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #pining #wip wednesday #my fic

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rosethornewrites · 1 month ago

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Fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break, ch. 28

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secrets, Crying, Masks, Soulmates, Truth, Self-Esteem Issues, Regret, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Fix-It, Eventual Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, wwx needs a hug, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Filial Piety, Handfasting, Phobias, Sleeping Together, Fear, Panic Attacks, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Family, and they were married, Bathing/Washing, Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing, Feels, Sex Education, Implied Sexual Content, First Time, Aftercare, Morning After, Afterglow, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Hand Jobs, Chronic Pain, Biting, Conversations, Self-Sacrifice, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, Bugs & Insects, Adoption, Ancestors, Ancestor Veneration, Golden Core Reveal, Top Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan/Bottom Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying, First Time Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, sex-related injury, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Stays at the Burial Mounds, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī is a Wèi, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Disabled Character, somnophilia

Summaries: An illness, a new visitor, and complications arise.

Notes: See end of each chapter

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25-6 | 27

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Wei Ying’s health takes a dip for several days, something Wei Qing attributes to a mundane illness, as several of the Wei also become ill, including A-Heng and A-Yun. However, it impacts him worse because of his lack of health and, Wei Qing thinks, his prolonged malnutrition at several points in his life, not simply his lack of a jindan.

“Rest and eat regular small meals. Popo will bring them. I’ll have A-Ning make you soup tonight,” Wei Qing promises, which tells Lan Wangji how concerned she is more than anything else she says.

Lan Wangji cares for Wei Ying, placing wet terrycloth rags on his forehead during fever and keeping him warm, hydrated, and fed, while the Wei care for the children and each other. During this period, Wei Qing halts bringing children home, letting them know they can come when the illness has run its course.

One morning after Wei Qing has finished his treatment and left for Yiling with Wei Ning and the Jiang cultivators for the day, in the midst of his fever, Wei Ying wakes with a grimace.

“Someone is at the wards,” he explains, then breaks out in a coughing fit.

He needs Lan Wangji’s help to get down to the entrance to the Burial Mounds. Happily, it turns out to be Luo Qingyang with more supplies from Qinghe, having been tracked down by Nie Huaisang and sent in their direction.

She is wearing sensible blue robes, nothing Jin-associated, and there is no risk of A-Yuan reacting to her. The letter she bears from him details finding her and enlisting her help, as well as detailing his search of brothels for Wen women who were sold by the Jin—he plans to have them brought to the Burial Mounds, so they can be adopted as Wei before being moved to Lotus Pier.

“You look like hell, Wei-gongzi,” she tells him honestly, and insists he go back to his sickbed while she helps around the settlement.

“Ah, Mianmian, so kind to her ailing Yuandao,” he responds weakly, then lets Lan Wangji guide him back to the cave.

Lan Wangji ultimately carries him on his back, back to his sickbed.

Mianmian takes up residence with little fuss, camping in the great hall until one of the Wei uncles lets her know there’s a bed available, freshly built, in the larger building where most of them sleep, preferring safety in numbers to privacy. The building is partitioned by a blanket between men and women, and Luo Qingyang insists it’s sufficient for her comfort.

The fever breaks the next day, and as Wei Ying was the last person ill, the following evening Wei Qing brings several new children and a very skittish woman with makeup-covered bruises on her face. It turns out she heard the poem and hoped the Yiling Laozu would protect her and her children from her abusive husband, running away for fear of death.

Wei Ying immediately holds the adoption ceremony, unwilling to turn away someone in need, and Wei Yating and her children, seven year old daughter Yi’er and two year old son A-Rong, become the newest members of their clan.

“I’m stealing wives and children now,” he murmurs coyly to Lan Wangji later. “Are you going to punish me, Hanguang-Jun?”

“Only from those who deserve to lose them,” he says, then presses him into the mattress.

“I hope you don’t still think I like Mianmian,” Wei Ying says lightly, teasing, and Lan Wangji puts his mouth to better use.

They adhere to every day where possible, now that Wei Ying is no longer ill.

A-Yuan is enthralled with his embarrassment of riches in new cousins and playmates, though his favorite seems to be A-Zhi. He’s engaged and happy, and Lan Wangji suspects in many ways the boy was lonely and didn’t know it, even now wouldn’t be able to put it into words or even understand it. He doesn’t fuss as much as he did before.

The children are healing many in the settlement, breathing life into the Burial Mounds in a way that makes the lingering resentment somehow almost seem content.

Luo Qingyang starts accompanying Wei Qing and Wei Ning to Yiling, supplementing the protection of the Jiang disciples and doing any shopping that needs to be done for the settlement. She brings sewing with her and works on child-sized robes for their new and future clan members. Once she even comes home with a child already dressed in the new robes she finished that very day.

This frees Wei Ying to stay in the Burial Mounds to work on his inventions and rest, and Lan Wangji to make sure he doesn’t blow up the cave and actually rests. Wei Qing is glad he’s not pushing himself to go to Yiling daily with them and is instead able to get more healing out of their musical acupuncture sessions in being able to let the healing take hold more fully.

“You’re still underweight and healing, Wei Wuxian,” she comments when he tries to apologize for not accompanying them. “Your brother sent disciples to attend that duty. You’re not alone. Learn to delegate.”

Thankfully, Wei Ying capitulates without too much guilt; it helps that Luo Qingyang has seamlessly added herself to the community, helping the aunties with laundry and clothing repair at times and helping to look after the children. Allowing her to accompany Wei Qing and Wei Ning to Yiling in his stead makes sense, given his health.

She eats meals with them, adding her voice to Popo’s insistence that he eat more, though she carefully lets Lan Wangji be the one to fill his bowl, and joins Wei Qing’s gentle teasing as well.

“Let your husband feed you, Wei Wuxian. You’re so light a stiff wind could carry you off.”

Wei Ying takes her teasing with as much grace as he takes Wei Qing’s, with an exaggerated pretense of wounded pride.

The children flock to her, as well, and she’s patient and kind with them.

The Burial Mounds, while dangerous in the warded areas, have become somewhat idyllic, a functioning settlement with plenty of food and shelter. The former Wen are healing and thriving, the children are happy and recovering from malnourishment, and Wei Ying has more good days than bad, hope illuminating him from within.

It’s inevitable that it will shatter, and it comes in the form of an attempt on Wei Qing. They return to the settlement early, Luo Qingyang bleeding from her non-dominant arm, and Wei Ning carrying a trussed up rogue cultivator who is ranting nonsense about Wei Ying and his “Wen army,” something Lan Wangji puts a stop to with the silencing spell to spare the children his words.

A couple of the children burst into tears at the sight of blood. One, a girl of about ten years named A-Hua who arrived only the day before, runs to her immediately, calling her Yang-jiejie and fussing over her.

“I’ll leave you to interrogate him for now,” Wei Qing tells Wei Ying. “Once she’s patched up, I’ll join you.”

“We don’t have room for prisoners,” Wei Ying says darkly, his gaze on Luo Qingyang’s arm.

The rogue cultivator stops struggling at that, seeming to finally realize his position is not favorable to his health. Though he may be biased, Lan Wangji suspects he is not the most intelligent of men.

“Please immobilize him with your needles,” Lan Wangji requests, and Wei Qing does as asked without fanfare.

The Wei clan has gathered by this point, murmuring and watching the rogue cultivator with no small amount of unhappiness, and it should be clear to him there is no army, assuming he is capable of rational thought.

On Wei Ying’s order, Wei Ning drags the man unceremoniously to the Demon-Slaughtering Cave—and Lan Wangji notices with no small amount of satisfaction that the name makes him pale further.

Wei Ying has WeI Ning dump the rogue cultivator on the stone that once served as his bed, and then crosses his arms for a moment and looks him over before starting to go through the man’s robes. The man cannot protest under the silencing spell, and he soon finds a piece of parchment promising a reward and a place with the Jin sect to anyone who “kills or captures Wen Qing, the Ghost General, or the Yiling Laozu, Wei Ying,” calling them enemies of the jianghu.

“So Mianmian was hurt protecting Qing-jie,” Wei Ying says tightly, “and now we have to figure out what to do with you.”

It’s almost pitiful to watch the man try and fail to break the silencing spell, cultivation too low to even manage that much, unable to move because of Wei Qing’s needles. Lan Wangji wonders if this rogue cultivator could even defeat as little as a walking corpse.

“Luo-guni—guniang d-didn’t have to unsheath her sword to cap—capture him,” Wei Ning says, clearly sharing Lan Wangji’s opinion of the man, doing his best to loom.

“He is fortunate that she stayed her sword after his capture,” he comments.

“Only so we could interrogate him,” Luo Qingyang breaks in from the entrance to the alcove, Wei Qing behind her. “And I didn’t think the Yiling magistrate would be happy if I gutted him in the street like he deserved.”

She’s clearly angry, but when Wei Ying comes to check her arm, she sets it aside and swats at him affectionately with the bloodstained sleeve of her robe, trying to reassure him. From his serious expression, it doesn’t work.

“It’s fine; I’ll be healed by tomorrow,” she insists.

“The more pressing matter is this idiot,” Wei Qing said, gesturing at the rogue cultivator. “The Jiang disciples are willing to take him to Lotus Pier so your brother can deal with him, but the real issue is the Chief Cultivator has declared open season on you, Wei Wuxian. On us.”

The parchment makes any harm done to Wei Ying or those he protects legal in the eyes of the jianghu, which is a dangerous directive that could undermine all the work they’ve done. It puts even their sworn brotherhood at odds with the orthodoxy, not just Wei Ying or the former Wen.

“Need to notify the others,” Lan Wangji advises. “They will help.”

Xiongzhang and Chifeng-Zun, as supporters of the Auspicious Eight, are now in precarious positions, though there is ample room for grievance—Wei Ying has done nothing against the jianghu since he freed the now-Weis. Not that the Jin haven’t been engaged in their vicious rumor-mongering.

They are, potentially, back to the lowest of public opinions with this move, all gains lost.

Wei Ying brushes by him, his gait too rushed to be a stalk, and out of the alcove. Lan Wangji knows he must take charge.

“Render him unconscious with needles. Send him with the Jiang disciples. Include the parchment. Have Jiang Wanyin notify Qinghe and Gusu. And Jin-shao-furen.”

As happens when he is upset, he turns to the cadence of short sentences, the brevity found in literature and the work of scholars. Wei Qing nods and gestures for him to follow his husband. He does, knowing she will implement the transfer of the prisoner. The sooner the rogue cultivator is out of the Burial Mounds, the better.

Even with him gone, much more will need to be discussed—whether Wei Qing can continue to go to Yiling daily, for instance. What to do about children coming to Yiling to join their family. How to protect the settlement.

He finds Wei Ying sitting in his workshop area, staring at his nearly-finished prototype of the questionably-named Compass of Evil, his body language defensive and evasive, folded in on himself, his breathing harsh. He’s clearly trying to calm down, but Lan Wangji can tell he is spiraling.

“Wei Ying. Sending him to Yunmeng.”

He gets no response, Wei Ying almost frozen, his eyes dull. Lan Wangji knows his spiral must be interrupted, and so he sits beside his husband and takes the compass, setting it down, taking Wei Ying’s hand in his own.

“Wei Ying,” he repeats, hoping to lead him from his stupor with his voice.

“I had hope,” Wei Ying murmurs, looking at him with a bleakness that doesn’t belong on his face. “That maybe we’d find a way. That there could be more than a single-plank path. That I could somehow not be doomed to die.”

He looks as dejected as he did the first day Lan Wangji came to the Burial Mounds, when he discovered the truth of his jindan, and his heart aches for his husband, for his hopelessness, and all the worse for that he cannot reassure him beyond any doubt. He has only faith in their allies to rely upon himself, and he can only imagine Wei Ying’s is shaky, his trust in people damaged by his experiences.

They intended for the yuefu to take hold more fully, to make it difficult for Jin Guangshan to move against him, but they didn’t anticipate this level of action already. Now, with their efforts undercut, there are children involved, more than A-Yuan, and so many people depending on the success of their plan. They can’t guarantee it, and none of them, save the original remnants, know this. Wei Ying gave them his name, and now they may be doomed by it.

“I told you I would doom you, too,” he whispers.

Lan Wangji gathers him into his arms, hoping he give him strength through the contact. Wei Ying leans against him listlessly, trembling with the force of his emotions. Hope snatched from him cruelly. He strokes his husband’s hair, massaging his scalp and guiding him to lean his head against his shoulder, kisses him chastely. He is pleased when Wei Ying’s gaze becomes more present.

“Never doom,” he says. “I will not abandon you. Nor will the others. We are sworn siblings.”

The swearing of siblinghood is often done before a battle, to tie the participants together as kin in what could be the end. Fitting, then, that the Auspicious Eight are now tied together as the battle comes to them.

And they have an extra advantage, one the Jin can’t possibly know about—they have two of the Venerated Triad at their backs as well. Three of the four major sects stand behind Wei Ying, and Jin Guangshan’s heir gone rogue, even.

Wei Ying burrows against him, seeking the comfort he’s offering, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“All is not lost, Wei Ying,” he assures him gently. “Together we will build a wide avenue.”

He swears he will do everything in his power to make that a reality.

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This fic is finally breaking 100k words! Also, honeymoon is over. Now come the complications.

Yating, 雅婷, pinyin yǎtíng, means elegant and graceful. Yi, 怡, pinyin yí, means joy. Rong, 融, pinyin róng, means harmonize. Hua, 华, pinyin huá, means splendid. There are a few more children, but they shall remain nameless. Assume there are, in addition to the eight named, four unnamed.

Thanks to adrian_kres and Yassy for the beta!

Glossary:

er = honorific meaning little or dear

jindan = golden core

laozu = patriarch

shao-furen = younger madam

xiongzhang = older brother

yuefu = a style of narrative poetry that basically borrows from Chinese folk song traditions—the Ballad of Mulan is an example

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scorpiondancing · 1 month ago

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Grocery Meet-cute: Wangxian

Wei Ying knew he looked good, really good. With his hair pulled back in a high ponytail, red ribbon tied in his hair to match his red button down shirt that only had the last 3 buttons done up, and his tight jeans that make his ass look even fatter than usual.

He layered gold necklaces that complimented his skin tone and wore way too many rings and finished it off with dangly dagger earrings. Never mind that he was dressed like this as he walked into a grocery store, he always loved being the hottest bitch anywhere he went.

Fortunately or maybe unfortunately for him, someone else beat him to it. Wei Ying couldn’t help gape at the tall well built man currently intensely inspecting a mango very careful. His smooth chestnut colored hair falling out from where it was tucked behind his ear.

You would think a guy wearing a turtle neck would look modest but it definitely did not look that way on him. The baby blue sweater clung to every curve of muscle (!!), all stretched out. It was obscene!

Surely his massive biceps should have ripped the poor material in two?

Wei Ying couldn't even move on to the white wide leg jeans or the light grey peacoat because he was still processing that sweater (which he both loves and despises and definitely wants to ruin)

Feeling someone staring (drooling publicly) at him, he glanced up and made eye contact with a very sexy guy currently obviously ogling him and he decided he would ogle back.

He was definitely glad he wore this sweater today.

The universe had sent him a delectably toned man who was just the perfect amount of "rebel" to suits his tastes. And he was very glad for the obvious signs of attraction this man was sending his way.

It seemed like being caught staring had turned this guy into a statue because he just stood there, mouth open like a fish.

So, it seemed like it was up to him to take the line and reel him in.

Wei Ying was screaming in his head over and over again. The words took the shape of "oh my god" and "do something" but it was hard to grasp onto any coherent thoughts when he realized the mango hottie (ignore the bad nickname) was walking over his way.

"Lan Zhan." The man said with a firm handshake (so formal).

And Wei Ying, who normally did not struggle to talk was having trouble even making some sort of response in acknowledgment and ended up sort of releasing an embarrassing mix of "hi" and "ah"

Lan Zhan subtly laughed thru his nose, obviously amused by his display but trying to be polite.

"Do you have a name or shall I call you 'hehaahh'?"

(Oh this man could make jokes, oh no)

"Wei Ying. Um, call me Wei Ying." He mentally scolded himself for sounding so nervous, (he was the hot and desirable Wei Ying!) and coughed to try and ease the tension lodged in his throat.

"So, Lan Zhan. What brings you here looking like-"

Wei Ying looked him up and down. Gesturing vaguely, finishing his sentence feeling slightly more sure of himself and said,

"Looking like that."

He held back on the many terrible food pickup lines. His brother would be (somewhat) proud.

"I might ask Wei Ying the same."

Lan zhan replied. His eyes traveled down to the open space of his chest that was left exposed by the poorly done up buttons of Wei Ying's shirt.

"He looks... cold."

Wei Ying laughed and leaned in to whisper, "ahh I see. Lan Zhan was just concerned for my health. Certainly there was no other reason he came over here to talk to me."

"Mn. I thought I'd offer my services to warm you up. I've heard I'm quite good at that."

"Oh gege, you are warming me up already." Wei Ying dared to trace his finger lightly across Lan Zhan's chest.

With that, Lan Zhan's control snapped. He took both of their baskets, threw them back to their place by the front of the store (he wasn't an animal) and turned around motioning Wei Ying to catch up.

#mdzs #wangxian #wei ying #lan zhan #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs thoughts #wangxian meet-cute #wei wuxian #lan wangji

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disastermages · 4 months ago

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Draped in Black and Dripping With Love Ch. 6

[read it on ao3]

Lan Zhan’s ears prick against the sound of shouting, however distant the echoes are as he stares at himself, or rather, someone who looks like him. Anxiety grips around him like a fist ever tightening as those voices draw closer. The version of himself in front of him is down on his knees, the blue glow of his spiritual energy catching the shadows on his face.

The blue glow illuminates the other person too, but Lan Zhan refuses to let himself take a step back as his eyes meet the unseeing, blank gaze of the Yiling Patriarch.

“Wei Ying,” The other Lan Zhan pleads, his voice raspy and worn with use, “please. Come back to Gusu with me.” It’s the desperation that makes Lan Zhan want to choke, it’s the knowing that he’s felt it before, but he never had the nerve to ask Wei Ying to return with him. Pressing a hand against his throat, Lan Zhan forces himself forward, until he stands next to the other version of himself. He doesn’t have to guess what the Yiling Patriarch is saying, he can tell from the moving of his lips, even if not a sound slips from between them.

The shouting grows nearer still, the voices growing angrier and angrier. Lan Zhan and his doppelganger both turn at the same time, their eyes wide, but only the double makes a movement. He stands and gathers the Yiling Patriarch into his arms, his breath coming hard and heavy as he draws his sword.

“Help him.” Lan Zhan’s double says, seemingly to no one at all, until Lan Zhan feels his own eyes burning into him. The doppelganger is still pointing his sword, but Lan Zhan can see that it isn’t meant for him, not at all.

The voices are almost upon them and the Yiling Patriarch is still murmuring wordlessly, but for the first time, Lan Zhan notices how bloody his double is, how robes that should’ve been flawless and white are damaged and sullied, and how the Patriarch himself is worn. His cheeks are hollow, his hair rough and lusterless, and how he lacks the shine his Wei Ying has. As if someone has dulled him to the point of looking as if he’s been lingering on death’s door for some time now.

The Yiling Patriarch’s eyes roll between Lan Zhan and the other version of himself like that of a doll’s, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Help him,” Lan Zhan’s double commands again, dread setting in as a voice, too similar to that of Lan Zhan’s uncle, bears down upon them, “You must. I cannot.” The words are an admission of guilt, one that makes Lan Zhan’s throat feel tight, even as coldness creeps up his back and over his shoulders. He pulls his arms in around himself without meaning to, throwing a glance over his shoulder as the Yiling Patriarch starts to push and shove against the other Lan Zhan. The blows never seem to land, they don’t even seem to matter to Lan Zhan.

“How?” Lan Zhan asks, raising his voice against the din that finally hangs at the mouth of the cave, but when he looks, Lan Zhan can see no one. He can feel them, though, he can feel his uncle’s glare. He feels himself move closer to the other version of himself and the Yiling Patriarch for it, a chill ringing out against his arm as he brushes against the sword. If it draws blood, just below his shoulder, Lan Zhan can’t bring himself to look at it, his chest heaving.

“Wangji!” Lan Qiren’s voice rings out, harsh and clear in the cave and Lan Zhan’s eyes fly open as he sits up, panting while his arm aches and burns with something cold. The sheets are tangled around him, nearly tying him to the bed as Lan Zhan drags his knees forward and hangs his head between them. His fingers curl into something hot and thick as Lan Zhan clings to his own arms. He doesn’t need to look to know that it’s blood, he can feel the cut that’s split his skin apart, he only needs to cover it with his hand so he doesn’t ruin another set of Wei Ying’s sheets.

What had that other version of himself been trying to do for the Yiling Patriarch? Why was he trying to feed him spiritual energy? Why hadn’t it done a single thing to improve the Patriarch’s condition? The room spins around Lan Zhan while he tries to think, his stomach lurching and clenching around nothing. How was he meant to help if the Yiling Patriarch seemed so unwilling?

Lan Zhan only stands when the room stills, when it doesn’t feel as though the floor will drop out from underneath him, his body feeling heavy. “Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan calls, hanging in the doorway as he waits for an answer. He’d woken up alone, and he’s grateful for it, but it isn’t like Wei Ying to wake up before him, and it isn’t like Lan Zhan to sleep so late.

He knows he should take care of the cut on his arm first, however deep or shallow it actually is, but Lan Zhan needs to see Wei Ying first. He needs to see him and know that he isn’t somewhere unreachable.

Forcing himself to stop, Lan Zhan listens, trying to hear if Wei Ying was working in some part of the house, if he was continuing to work on the mural like he planned to, or if he’d abandoned it again for another project, however big or small. Instead, Lan Zhan hears Wei Ying’s voice, not very close, but not very far away either. Lan Zhan swallows thickly as he forces himself to move, following the sound of Wei Ying’s voice.

The mumble of it is too soft for Lan Zhan to understand the words, but he doesn’t miss the scolding tone, the way Wei Ying chastises whoever it is he’s speaking with. He begs the floorboards not to give him away as he creeps closer, squinting into the darkness of the room. Wei Ying sits on the floor, shielded from the shadows by a block of pale light creeping in despite the storm outside.

Lan Zhan watches as Wei Ying leans back on his hands, looking all too casual while he listens to voices Lan Zhan can’t hear himself. “Lan Zhan’s never once hurt me, I told you that before.” Wei Ying insists, his tone flattening. Wei Ying is talking about him? But to whom? It’s been almost three weeks since the Yiling Patriarch has been seen by either of them, or at least, Lan Zhan thought so.

Dropping into a crouch by the door, Lan Zhan strains his ears to listen, trying to hear who or what Wei Ying was speaking with, his hands braced against the wall for balance. At first, he can only hear the whirling of the wind, the humming that always seemed to be present in the walls of houses, modern and old, but slowly, the words come. They run into each other, rising and fading with the wind, the voice behind them sounding high and then low, never once do they press themselves into Lan Wangij’s mind to be understood.

“Well, my Lan Zhan is different from your Lan Zhan, then. He’d never drag me all the way to Gusu just to punish me.” Lan Zhan wants to sigh at the childish tone Wei Ying takes on. He knows Wei Ying can argue better than that, they’ve had better arguments than that with each other.

Lightning flashes outside the window and Lan Zhan cranes his neck to see into the shadows, his eyes widening as the Yiling Patriarch, pale and gaunt, sits across from Wei Ying, one arm up on his knee. The sight only lasts for a second, maybe half as much, but Lan Zhan still uses an explosion of thunder to get up, hoping to muffle the sound of the creaking floor. He isn’t sure what he means to do next, whether he means to scurry back to the bedroom and pretend to still be asleep, or if he means to do something else entirely, but he’s betrayed by the house yet again.

A draft rushes past Lan Zhan, quick and cold as it pushes the door open and slams another shut, giving him away to Wei Ying and the Yiling Patriarch all at once. Wei Ying’s mouth opens and closes a few times, questions or excuses, Lan Zhan doesn’t know which, trying to bubble up, but before they can come, Lan Zhan is moving. He walks with speed and with purpose, uncaring if Wei Ying is following after him, and unlistening to the way Wei Ying calls his name.

Lan Zhan tells himself that he isn’t angry, that he just needs to think. Thinking is the only reason he locks the bathroom door behind him and leans against it. He isn’t sure if Wei Ying stands on the other side of it, he isn’t even sure if Wei Ying is the one who rattles the doorknob, but just to cover himself, Lan Zhan makes a point of turning on the lights. If he cannot handle Wei Ying right now, he’s sure that he can’t handle the version of him that doesn’t like him even half as much.

Only when the doorknob ceases to shake does Lan Zhan peel himself away from the door. If he were working, he would have to push everything aside and ask Wei Ying how long he’s been communicating with the spirit, if the Patriarch had permission to speak to him or use his body, but the mere thought of it makes Lan Zhan shake his head as he sits down on the closed toilet. Wei Ying wouldn’t. Wei Ying knows better. Doesn’t he?

If he asked his uncle, Lan Qiren would scoff and say that any cultivator willing to let themselves get possessed so simply should’ve never been considered for certification, but his uncle has never truly had patience for Wei Ying. Lan Zhan has to remind himself of that.

His family would be no help if he brought this issue to them, even if he phrased it as a hypothetical question. Lans did not deal in hypotheticals, every case was to be taken with severity and seriousness. Lan Zhan was meant to do that, the fact that he didn’t condemn Wei Ying and his path earned his uncle and brother looks of sympathy. Ones that were usually reserved for children and their tantrums and phases. Lan Zhan doesn’t have to guess to know that his uncle still hopes that Wei Ying is nothing more than a phase, that one day Lan Zhan will come to his senses and follow after someone who might follow the orthodox path, someone who doesn’t shine as brightly.

Lan Zhan doesn’t remember the cut on his arm until the whirring of Wei Ying’s circular saw downstairs startles him and he leans against it by pure accident, reopening the wound. He’d even forgotten about his own blood on his hand. He’s already in the bathroom, he already knows where Wei Ying keeps his first-aid kit, so cleaning and putting a bandage on the cut is easy enough, but Lan Zhan still lingers in the bathroom. Wei Ying is still downstairs, the sounds of the circular saw have turned into the banging of a hammer on something.

Lan Zhan tries to think of what he might be working on, his eyes burning into the door. Garden boxes. He remembers now. They were going to work on them together, but Wei Ying has started on his own and Lan Zhan tries to ignore the sting of it. He’s the one who locked himself in the bathroom. Staying in here any longer would be just as childish as he thought Wei Ying’s earlier arguing was, but Lan Zhan’s hand still sits on the doorknob, refusing to turn it and step out until an unseen hand drives him forward, out into the dark hallway.

There’s nothing. No one to pounce on him and screech in his face, not even a cold breeze to acknowledge his presence. Lan Zhan isn’t sure if he should be grateful or ashamed for it.

He returns to the bedroom and dresses in a hurry, nearly skipping over the buttons of his shirt more than once. If he were anything but a coward, he might go down and confront Wei Ying, he might demand answers, but isn’t he just as wrong as Wei Ying? He’d been listening in on a conversation that wasn’t his own. But the conversation was about him, does that count for anything? It wouldn’t if he’d been caught at home. He would’ve been lectured and sent to copy down rules while standing on one hand.

Shaking his head, Lan Zhan forces himself to take the stairs slowly, his eyes on the steps in front of him. He doesn’t see Wei Ying until he’s knocked the both of them over, his own long hair blinding the both of them in the tangle of limbs. At least some of it gets into Wei Ying’s mouth until he spits it out and Lan Zhan hurries to pull it back, wishing he’d taken the time to braid it or tie it up now.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying starts and reaches for Lan Zhan, his voice deliberately calm. Panic overrides every one of Lan Zhan’s movements as he stands and realizes that Wei Ying means to explain right here and right now. The storm had faded away, but it had left heat and humidity in its wake, a sheen of sweat clings to Wei Ying’s exposed skin as Lan Zhan finally looks at him. He hasn’t taken a single step outside yet, but the damp air is already prickling at Lan Zhan’s skin. That’s all it is, humidity and nothing else.

“Is Wei Ying hurt?” Lan Zhan asks, cutting off any attempt Wei Ying could make at explanation and not knowing why. Wei Ying climbs to his feet without assistance, his eyes never leaving Lan Zhan’s face, even as Lan Zhan tries to hide whatever Wei Ying may or may not see. He’s always been better at seeing him than anyone else, but Lan Zhan does not want to be seen right now, not by Wei Ying, not by himself, either.

“I’m alright, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying answers, his voice careful and soft. He’s chewing on more, the words sitting in his mouth and getting gnawed into smaller and smaller pieces while he pins Lan Zhan in place, both by standing in his way and with his eyes. He doesn’t ask if Lan Zhan is alright, if he’s unhurt, he knows better, but he doesn’t stop himself from putting his too warm hand on Lan Zhan’s wrist, adding another degree of holding him in place. “You’re all dressed like you’re going somewhere.” The effort to sound casual is there and the real question is buried underneath half-chewed words.

“I was going to the store,” Lan Zhan doesn’t lie, it was on his list of things to do, “Wei Ying mentioned that he did not want to go to the grocery store, so I will go instead.” Another truth, Wei Ying had been bemoaning it last night while they made dinner. Neither of them relax with it, though, the tension holding them both stiff as Lan Zhan clenches his fist.

“Let me drive you.” Wei Ying says, but Lan Zhan knows that it’s an appeasement, or worse, another way to keep him from moving too far beyond Wei Ying’s reach.

“No room.” Lan Zhan reminds Wei Ying with a shake of his head. The bed of Wei Ying’s truck was occupied by a tarp covered armoire that Wei Ying found and wanted to restore. “I do not mind walking.” A half truth, Lan Zhan loathed walking in this heat, but compared to his other option, it felt preferable. If he bought too much, he would simply call a taxi or a rideshare service, though he doesn’t say as much to Wei Ying. It would only keep the argument going.

Carefully, without shaking off Wei Ying’s hold too urgently or too reluctantly, Lan Zhan nudges past him. It takes more effort than Lan Zhan thought it would not to look at Wei Ying, to not fall into the trap of the kicked puppy look on his face. There’d be no saving him if he did. If he looked at Wei Ying now, he would let Wei Ying drive him to the grocery store, he would listen to whatever rationalization Wei Ying had come up with and he would force himself to believe that Wei Ying had it all under control.

Lan Zhan can’t do that to himself.

Not right now.

“Will you let me help you carry the bags in when you get back?” Wei Ying asks weakly, his fingers closing around nothing. This request isn’t for Lan Zhan, it’s for Wei Ying himself.

“Mn.” Lan Zhan gives in, just that little bit, “I will let Wei Ying know when I am on my way back.” If he had a hand to spare. If he didn’t call for a ride. If he could allow Wei Ying to come that close to him again.

Lan Zhan leaves Wei Ying to watch him go from the porch, his eyes bearing into him with every step, until Wei Ying can’t see him anymore, until Lan Zhan can feel himself sag with the weight of it. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Wei Ying he was going to the grocery store, but he’d never said he wouldn’t stop. He never said he wouldn’t call his younger cousin.

“Jingyi,” Lan Zhan tries to keep his voice measured. If he betrayed anything, Lan Jingyi wouldn’t outright tell on him, he would never, Lan Zhan is his favorite cousin, but he might let something slip to Lan Huan. Lan Zhan can’t risk it. “Could you research something with my credentials and send me the files?”

Lan Zhan spins a story made up of half truths and half promises made to ensure his cousin’s help. He left his work laptop behind when he left last month. A truth. He needed to access the private database on behalf of a friend. A lie, but one that Lan Jingyi accepts as truth and promises to forward the files on both the Yiling Patriarch and Hanguang-jun to Lan Zhan’s work email. All of it in exchange for Lan Zhan’s agreement to talk their uncle down the next time Lan Jingyi made a mistake, however big or small it was.

And then Lan Zhan goes grocery shopping, though his mind still buzzes with questions and a hurt that he refuses to acknowledge. It drives him to distraction, giving all the aunties their chances to push past him for the best pieces of fresh fruit and vegetables, for the choicest cuts of meat, for first pickings over things that don’t matter.

Lan Zhan doesn’t pay any of them a moment of mind as he pushes through the list he and Wei Ying made together last night. This is another thing they were supposed to do together, but Wei Ying built the garden boxes on his own, so now Lan Zhan is grocery shopping by himself. He doesn’t have to think about Wei Ying sneaking alcohol or other treats into the cart while he isn’t looking. Lan Zhan wishes it didn’t make him feel lonely.

Another storm has rolled in by the time Lan Zhan is finished, the clouds looking darker and the rain coming down heavier than before as Lan Zhan lingers under the awning of the store. The bags cut into his fingers, but he doesn’t set them down, not for a minute.

At first, he’d thought the storm would throw its tantrum and then blow over, leaving the street and sidewalk steaming whenever the sun came out to beam down on them again, but the rain only comes down harder and harder. Lan Zhan doesn’t have a free hand to call for a ride, or to call Wei Ying, not that he wants to, but he doesn’t even have the choice of it now.

He’s just accepted his fate to walk home drenched with his bags filling up with water with every step when a set of headlights nearly blinds him as they sweep across his face. Lan Zhan doesn’t need to see to know that Wei Ying has come to collect him, he can still hear the unique sound of Wei Ying’s truck over the rain and the thunder. He’s still blinking the blindness from his eyes when Wei Ying comes running over, an umbrella stretched out for Lan Zhan while his own head and shoulders get soaked.

Without a word, Lan Zhan allows himself and the groceries to be put into the passenger seat of Wei Ying’s truck, as if he’s nothing more than another piece of antique furniture that Wei Ying found languishing on the side of one road or another. He doesn’t have to say a single word if he doesn’t want to, his mother had told him that once when he was still small. She’d held him in her arms, against her chest, rocking him to comfort him after he’d been descended upon by an older, pushier relative.

Lan Zhan doesn’t buckle Wei Ying’s seatbelt for him this time, nor does Wei Ying tease him like Lan Zhan is sure he wants to. Everything feels too breakable for that, but even so, they don’t move, the truck simply idles while they sit in silence.

“Wei Ying,”

“Lan Zhan,”

They both start and stop at the same time, looking at each other expectantly but neither willing to start whatever argument they have sitting between them. After another moment of nothing, Wei Ying looks away first, one hand resting on the steering wheel and his head thumping back against the headrest. His eyes close and Lan Zhan curls his fingers against his palms.

“Wei Ying used to have a motorcycle when we were younger.” Lan Zhan starts, his quiet voice sounding too loud for the cab of the truck. “What happened to it?” Lan Zhan can still remember it. He can remember the sleek black of it between Wei Ying’s legs. He can remember Wei Ying’s helmet and his bike jacket. He can remember blustering when Wei Ying offered him a ride on it once.

He can remember the seed of envy in his heart as he watched someone else wrap their arms around Wei Ying’s middle while they sat on the back of the bike.

Lan Zhan doesn’t expect Wei Ying to snort, his eyes still shut. “I wrecked it.” Wei Ying says simply, his head rolling to face Lan Zhan before he opens his eyes, “A few months after Uncle Jiang kicked me out, I was leaving a bartending job I had and I crashed into a tree in the middle of the night.”

“And then?” Lan Zhan makes himself ask, turning his whole body towards Wei Ying now.

“And then I woke up in the hospital.” Despite everything, there’s a smile on Wei Ying’s face when he says it, but Lan Zhan knows that it isn’t meant for him, “I guess, when they called Uncle Jiang to tell him, he must’ve given the hospital my grandmother’s number, or I guess Aunt Yu could’ve done it. When I woke up, Bao-popo was leaning over me. I thought she was a doctor until she told me I looked like my dad, but I have to be my mom’s son if I think running headfirst into a tree with a motorcycle is how you cut them down.”

It’s more information than Lan Zhan had asked for, but he doesn’t regret hearing it, not when it melts some of the too hot air between them.

“She took me back to the farm after the hospital released me, she didn’t really give me a choice about it. She said it was to help me get better without getting distracted. When I was getting ready to leave she gave me the truck she brought me home in and told me not to bring it back to her until I’d fixed it up.”

“Wei Ying’s grandmother sounds… Stubborn. Like Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan says too honestly, his shoulders relaxing back against the seat. Wave after wave of rain beats down on the roof of the truck as Wei Ying snorts again.

Wei Ying doesn’t have to say it, Lan Zhan knows that he’s just as stubborn as Wei Ying, if not more, but Wei Ying didn’t get to ask his question first, Lan Zhan did.

“What about you? What did you do while I was gone?” Wei Ying asks, his arms folding over his stomach as a jolt of panic rings through Lan Zhan.

“Six months of probation for defying my uncle.” Lan Zhan says it honestly. Not only had he defied his uncle, he’d defended Wei Ying, he’d argued against the stripping of Wei Ying’s cultivation certification. He’d defended Wei Ying’s methods and his path as a viable one. “A year of confinement.” Lan Zhan purposefully lowers his voice as he utters the words. The year of confinement had come before his six months of probation, but in ways, the six months had been worse. Lan Zhan had found ways to communicate without his uncle ever finding out.

During his six months, every move he made was scrutinized, every ruling of intelligent versus residual haunt questioned, every paltry, low level case thrown his way with a dismissive wave of his uncle’s hand.

Lan Zhan had endured all of it, and then he’d fled to Wei Ying the first chance he got.

He doesn’t regret it, but he doesn’t expect Wei Ying to reach over and take his hand. Not his wrist, not his fingers, his hand. It makes Lan Zhan start and look at him again.

“Huaisang told me that you were the reason they didn’t strip my certification, but I didn’t believe him at first. I’m sorry, Lan Zhan, I didn’t-”

“Don’t.” Lan Zhan says quickly, shaking his head, “No apologies.” He doesn’t shake away Wei Ying’s hand, not even when he holds onto him with both. “I would have defended Wei Ying’s methods even if I did not care for him the way I do.” The confession tumbles from Lan Zhan’s lips and he cannot take it back, but he can look away from Wei Ying. He can turn his eyes onto the groceries in the floorboard. They need to get home. He needs to put away everything that needs to be refrigerated. It’s too late to bother with lunch, but it’s far too early for dinner.

“Wei Ying, I’d like to go home now.”

“Home?” Wei Ying asks, his hands tightening for just a moment before they loosen reluctantly and then let go entirely. “Home to Gusu?” Wei Ying’s eyebrows are knit together, hurt ready to blossom at a moment’s notice.

“Not home to Gusu.” Lan Zhan answers, shaking his head, “The popsicles will melt long before we get there. Home to Wei Ying’s house.”

The popsicles might’ve already melted for all Lan Zhan knows, but they’re an easy way to soothe Wei Ying’s worries, an easy way to hear him laugh so lightly, the sound of it ringing in Lan Zhan’s ears. It doesn’t soothe Lan Zhan the way he wants it to, but it does tuck a few fraying ends away as well as it can.

The truck groans with relief as Wei Ying finally takes it out of park and puts it into reverse, his hand against the back of Lan Zhan’s headrest as he backs out of the parking space. Lightning still flashes, and another roar of thunder rings out above them, but Lan Zhan forces himself to relax.

They’re nearly halfway home when Wei Ying speaks again.

“Lan Zhan, I heard that there’s gonna be a meteor shower in a couple days,” Wei Ying says with faux flippancy, but Lan Zhan can hear the undercurrent of his words, the nervousness laying just underneath the surface, “and I thought I could find a good spot for us to watch it together. If you’re up for it.” Wei Ying doesn’t phrase it like a question, he doesn’t even look at Lan Zhan as he speaks, but it still hangs between them, unanswered and skittish.

Too many answers crowd at the front of Lan Zhan’s throat, threatening to choke him as they trip over each other. Parts of him beg and plead with him to say yes, that he’s wanted it for this long, that he’s been waiting for Wei Ying to ask him just like this, but other parts of him, the hurt parts of him, ache and burn for him to say no, to throw Wei Ying’s non-question in his face.

“If the weather is clear enough to see it,” Lan Zhan answers noncommittally, his hands folding on top of each other in his lap.

It isn’t the answer that he should have given, but it’s enough of a yes for Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan doesn’t have to look at him to know it.

#wangxian #wuji #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan zhan #wei ying #wwx #lwj #case fic #modern au #modern with magic au #the untamed #the untamed fic #mdzs #mdzs fic #if youre wondering where ch 5 is i did post it #i just forgot to title it

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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Fic Finder

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1. Hi! I hope you can help me find this fic.

Wangxian is married here. Lan zhan was cursed to forget his love to wei ying and wei ying did everything (like studying the curse) to lift it out. I remember in the end, Lwj remember his love to wei ying and apologized to wwx for treating him bad. He felt guilty and resentful to himself but wwx assured him that its fine since he was cursed

NOT FOUND! stuck under the moon by perilously (E, 13k, WangXian, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cursed LWJ, Non-Penetrative Sex, Post-Canon)

FOUND! could be "an effect (without a cause)" by astrobandit, which is deleted from ao3. If this is the fic they are looking for, i have a copy.

NOT FOUND! Blue water by huxiyi (E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Temporary Amnesia, Case Fic, Curses, Cultivation Sect Politics, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Depression, Discussion of Grief, Discussion of bodies, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub Undertones, Under-negotiated Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

NOT FOUND! Unavoidable by diamondbruise (T, 18k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Amnesia, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Falling In Love, Again, Happy Ending)

NOT FOUND! tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Amnesia, Falling In Love, Domestic Fluff)

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2. Can anyone help me find a fic where part of it talks about how if he'd asked, JY would have done WWX's hair for him like she did JC's, but he never asked so he learnt on his own (possibly to avoid YZY's rage?)

FOUND? Always walked a very thin line by tucuxi (T, 22k, NHS & WWX, JYL & WWX, WangXian) It's a small bit that happens when NHS is brushing WWX's hair, and WWX thinks that nobody's done that for a long time

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3. Hello!! I'm looking for a jiang wanyin/lan xichen centric fic where jc is stuck in a time loop??

He repeats his lives 5-6 times and lan xichen remembers all the timelines where he actually already loved jc

But he married meng yao as a friendship marriage in one tl

In another tl jc murdered meng yao and lxc witnesses amd goes into seclusion because of it

combining the lxc/jc + the time loop tags yields only three fics so it should be easy to find the right one (i haven't read any of them so i wasn't sure), and looking for lxc/jc + searching the word 'groundhog' turns up one more fic but it doesn't seem relevant to the ask

NOT FOUND! Incrementally by xxdz (M, 15k, WIP, XiCheng, Time Loop, Horror, Murder Mystery, Inspired by Happy Death Day (Movies), Post-Canon, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, Character Study)

NOT FOUND! there is no one beside me by h0ngcha (Not Rated, 16k, WIP, XiCheng, Time Loop, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Suicide, Mental Instability, Depression, Mild Gore, Canon Divergence, Suicidal Thoughts, JFM's A+ parenting, Bittersweet Ending)

NOT FOUND! silver bell by willowcatkin (G, 8k, XiCheng, Post-Canon, Time Loop, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Sort Of, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, JC-centric)

FOUND! Four Out of Five by castieldeansangel (T, 9k, XiCheng, WangXian, XiYao, One-sided ChengQing, Time Travel, 5 Times, Fix-It of Sorts, XiCheng endgame, Angst with a Happy Ending, JC-centric, Butterfly Effect, Dubious Morality, Canon Divergence)

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4. you guys are wonderful! thank you so much for all your help finding fics!!! i have a half itmf/half fic finder question --- any angsty dark lan clan fics that focus on wei ying, but especially one where they break his soul bond(?) with Lan Zhan --- i think i remember one where later on they need WY's help - any suggestions greatly appreciated! (also in an Itmf)

FOUND? Say my name and his in the same breath by ataratah (M, 38k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Rejection, Mutual Pining, Found Family Feels, Temporary Character Death, magical baby aquisition, Angst with a Happy Ending, No Golden Core Transfer, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

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5. hello! theres this fic i know i read on ao3 but cant seem to find in my history or bookmarks. i hope it wasnt deleted. its post canon, lan zhan and wei ying go out on a mission but lan zhan gets infected or hit with a curse without them noticing, and starts gradually losing all his senses, starting with hearing, then i think sight, then so on until he cant move or do anything at all and he’s at risk of death. wei ying and lan xichen figure out together how it happened and they save him so lan zhan is completely healed by the end. i believe it was either M or E rated bc there were a couple sex scenes early on but i dont think they were very explicit. i hope you can find this fic, thank you so much!!

FOUND! shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, They're married and they're in love)

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6. Hi! I read this incredible fic a while back and forgot to bookmark it - it's about WWX losing his memories when he comes back and getting to know LWJ as Mo Xuanyu while he tries to uncover his past?

FOUND? Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

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7. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics? I tried filtering out but can’t still find it.

A) Modern Au. Wwx left the jiang family and then met Lwj. I remember the two started living together but then as the time passed by, wwx notices that lwj isolating him to outside world. I also remember wwx broke up with lwj but lwj is stubborn keep coming to wwx school. He even threaten wwx about the jiang family so he’ll come back to him.

B) Modern au too I think? I only remember Lwj saw wwx burying a dead body (i think it was wen chao) and assist him on it.

Thank you so much!

7A)

FOUND! It had to be Fate by darkbrokenreaper (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Rape/Non-con Elements, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, dark!LWJ)

7B)

NOT FOUND! release me from the present by merlinnn (E, 34k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Academia, Also Light Academia, Studying,Lots of it, Implied/Referenced Sexual AssaultV, iolence, Murder, Dead Poets Society, brief homophobic language, body disposal, Mildly Dubious Consent)

FOUND? 🔒 The inherent romanticism of hiding a body together by Aki_no_hikari (T, 4k, WangXian, First Meetings, Love at First Sight, Modern, Corpse Desecration, Corpse Disposal, Pigs, dark Wangxian)

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8. Hello! The fic I am looking for is one where Jiang Cheng somehow erases Wei Wuxian from existence. Jiang Yanli lives as a consequence, but now everyone is subjugated by the Wen, as without WWX the Sunshot Campaign lost. I have only seen this fic in passing and really want to read it but now I can't find it lol. I remember that there was a tag for "Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji / Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian", so I assume at some point they get him back, but I cannot remember any more details other than this. Thank you so much for your help and I hope you have a wonderful day!!! @coffeeshopdragons

FOUND! The Way It Wasn't by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

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9. hi ! me again 😅 i was wondering if any of you know the fic where lan wangji forgets about his love for wei wuxian (i think he got cursed?) and is very indifferent towards him. It starts with him forgetting to buy chili oil for wy to him not wanting to spend time together anymore. At one point he asks wwx “why did i marry you?”. I think lwj was conscious the entire time he was cursed and was heartbroken bc he could see how everything he said and did was hurting wy. I knew i read it recently but i cant find it in my history for some reason. thanks so much you guys are amazing <33 @makkachiin

FOUND! Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, WangXian, Curses, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, though not to much, Both get hurt both get comforted, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Happy Ending, Protective WWX, Insecurity, a bit only)

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10. Hello! Currently looking for a fic in which LWJ and WWX spent a night together in a tent and there was misunderstanding when LWJ woke up thinking he forced WWX to have papapa-

JC ends up threatening LWJ if WWX ends up preggo then he will not be allowed to see them (I think Wuxian was a carrier??), because JYL then entered the tent right after LWJ left and saw WWX all bruised up (it was hickies) whilst passed out (sleeping only) and assumed LWJ SA her Xianxian. JGY and LXC are also there-

FOUND? The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 51k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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11. Hi, I'm looking for a fic where wei ying starts out in the modern world as a doctor who has fallen on hard times and can't practice as one anymore because of previous mistakes. He dies in a lab explosion and gets sent to the canon-time cultivation world, where everyone believes he's an evil megalomaniac. Lan zhan realizes that wei ying isn't evil and takes him back to cloud recesses, where wei ying learns cultivation - there is some smutty dual cultivation involved, then comes happy every after. @annie-booksforfood

FOUND? Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Don't worry - he gets better)

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12. Hiya! I saw on this post for Medium Blues over on WangxianFicRecs that there's a short sequel to the fic, but I haven't been able to find it anywhere. I looooove the fic so much and would really like to read the sequel, so I'm wondering if anyone happens to have more info or a copy? Thank you! @gentil-minou (the author may have deleted the sequel because medium blues had been deleted before - Mod C)

Oooh I do remember that a medium blues sequel was begun but I think only a chapter or so was posted?

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13. Hey, can you please help me find a series?

It's about a-Yuan, and he could see ghosts/spirits. He could see WWX, he drew Madam Lan, and he spoke about YZY to JC when he was in Lotus Pier and called her violet spider. @utxqia

FOUND! 🧡 Lan Sizhui Sees Dead People Series by darkbrokenreaper (T, 30k, WIP, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ, JC & LSZ, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, lsz sees dead people, Paranormal)

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14. Hello, this for the “Find a Specific Fic” tag. I’ve been looking for fic staring a older Lan Wangji who gets sent back to the cloud recess ark, and meets his younger self who becomes jealous. The younger Lan Wangji is jealous because Wei Ying is no longer pestering him anymore, opting to instead follow the older Lan Wangji who spoils him. Hopefully this helps, and thank you for your hard work. Sincerely, Bianca. @biancabaryonx

FOUND? vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Awkward Crush, Jealousy)

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15. Hello, I'm trying to find a fic where both Mo Xuanyu and Wei Wuxian get cursed. All I can remember is that Lan Wangji ends up in the woods and WWX helps him getting out, but when he tries to thank him WWX disappears. LWJ then finds the Jiangs and inquires about him but they can't actually remember him: they only remember they had a brother once (I think?). Hope this makes enough sense and thanks in advance

NOT FOUND! Second Summer by Anonymous (M, 142k, WIP, WangXian, canon, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Mystery, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Curses, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, somebody lives/somebody else dies, Golden Core Reveal, canon-typical lack of lube)

FOUND? never been away so long by sundiscus (G, 905, WangXian, Modern AU, Pre-Relationship, First Meetings, Ambiguous/Open Ending, (but a happy ending in the endnotes!), Ghosts, crossposted from Twitter)

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16. needing y'all's help again i cant remember the fic where wwx agreed to transfer(??) or visit or help a school/workplace bc he gets to use a mass spectrometer. i can't remember the plot, just that tidbit T_T thank you so much

NOT FOUND! The Best Gift by Lan_Wangjoe (E, 45k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity,Miscommunication, Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Nice LQR, Fake Science, Science Husbands, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Adopted Children, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Marriage, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Himbo LXC, Everyone Is Alive, Good Parents JFM and YZY, Genius WWX) it doesn’t have a spectrometer as such, but I think it might be this one?

FOUND! 🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder) the first fic in csi gusu has the mass spectrometer :>

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17. I'm back, like any other wangxian addict, for more ficfinding expertise!

A) always a girl WY is emperor LXC's concubine, who he shares with LWJ. Of course the 2 are in love and when LXC starts to tire of her and politics get in the way, they stage a withdrawal/escape and live happily ever after far away from the emperor in the south?

B) CR study arc, where LQR gives WWX the same advanced tests he gives LWJ. After, NHS complains about how his cheatsheet tips didn't make sense and that's how WWX found out about the harder test. @mreisse

17A)

FOUND! Red Lotus Blooming at Sunset by janewritesstuff (Jane_de_Plaine) (E, 18k, WangXian, XiXian, Jadecest, Implied Others/LXC, Royalty, Historical, Female WWX, Concubine WWX, Harem, Threesome - F/M/M, Porn With Plot, Consensual Infidelity, Voyeurism, Angst with a Happy Ending, extended tags in author's note, Dark LXC)

17B)

FOUND! Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, wangxian, canon divergence, matchmaking, pining, cloud recesses study arc, getting together, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au)

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18. Hi hello, I'm struggling to find this wangxian ao3 I'm hoping that it was not deleted. I don't really remember much but wei ying didn't die but got save from falling of a the cliff and when he gain consciousness he can't remember his name that's why the one who saved him gave him another identity and his been living that identity for years. On wangji side, this is still part of the story he raises lan yuan by himself, actually no one died in this fic jiang yanli is still alive

FOUND? Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts) WWX awakens in chapter 16 and his new name is Gengxin.

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19. Hello! Good day! I hope you can help me find this fic. I don’t know if it is a time-travel fic or not. All I can remember is that Madam Yu got pregnant and the sect leader, jiang yanli, jiang cheng, and wwx were happy. But eventually they learned that madam yu cheated (i forgot if its a wen or not) so the baby is actually not sect leader jiang’s child. I think they learned this after the masscre of lotus pier when madam yu ranaway.

FOUND? 💖 A Chance by CorkaHadesa (M, 86k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Established WangXian, Married WangXian, Secret Marriage, OOC, Second Chances, YLLZ WWX, Homophobic Language, but only from YZY so it's not that important because she's a bad person, i don't agree with her words, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending, Mpreg, Not Everyone Dies AU, the dead ones are the bad ones)

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20. Hi. I'm looking for a fic that I was pretty sure was luckmoonly's and was in the many lan babies series but now I am worried about my brain because it's not there and the traces of it are gone, to the point I think I hallucinated that fic. But if I remember the title was "The fault in my core" and WWX was supposed to get his core removed but they found a core baby near it so they didn't continue the operation. Pls tell me I was just looking at the wrong place with my f-ed up memory 🥹 and the fic is somwhere out there and I was just too stupid to find it. Thank u in advance! ❤️

FOUND! The fic was deleted. All your informations (name, author etc.) were correct. I have a copy, if you want one. - @bluekittenfire

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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augusteight2018 · 3 months ago

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Untangling The Untamed Thoughts

I watched a YouTube video that led me to watch The Untamed on Netflix. I spent around 2 weeks of my free time binging on the 50 episodes. At first, I worked hard at investing myself in the cdrama but then it wasn't work at all. I started to like the interactions between the two leads. Soon enough, I just fast forward to just the two's interactions. The chemistry was definitely there. It was the slowest of slow burns. Although the fight scenes can be gruesome and rated as PG 13 but the bromance was kept to G rated. Rightfully so since this drama was made in conservative China. However, the lack of romantic progress I saw in the show and after the show led me down the rabbit hole of what other internet users had to say. Again, with lack of time and energy, I only invested a short time in social media searches to reach my current conclusion and theories. Below are my uneducated attempts at untangling The Untamed thoughts running through my head.

Xiao Zhan plays Wei Wuzian, the main protagonist who often wears black and red toward the end of the series. He had a rough childhood and now unpolished but he's so cheery and almost always wearing that million dollar smile.

Wang Zibo plays Lan Wangji who is the other protagonist. He probably didn't have a great childhood either but was raised under strict and contained conditions so he is the more polished and upright of the two main characters. He looks like one of the God statues you see a lot of in Asian households. He's like the ideal of perfection. Usually wearing all white or light blue and showing very little emotions.

Both Xiao and Wang have been in the Chinese entertainment business for years. They both hustle and bustle and worked their butts off to get this big opportunity and it happened. Xiao, who is 6 years older than Wang, was a late starter in the business but he was in a boy band and was known for his handsome face and angelic voice. Wang was also in a boy band and was well known for his break dancing (?) and hip hop styles. Wang also hosted variety shows and was a dance instructor/mentor. Wang had the reputation of being reserved. I don’t know the difference between being cold and arrogant but I get the feeling of both from him, especially around women. Wang is outwardly giving the impression of being uninterested in women.

Aesthetically, both Xiao and Wang are handsome but not extraordinary. However, in their historical or fantasy Chinese drama costumes with make-up and edits, they both looked like Gods.

I don't know if a romantic relationship existed between these two in real life or on set but if it did, I wouldn't blame them. To be working closely with one another months after months. Standing close and looking at the other's stunning face and features. Seeing people running around them to help keep them in a perfect pristine state. People treating them like kings and queens must be a sight to witness. It must feel like summer camp where only the 2 of them could really understand. Being isolated, stuck with each other, each person prepped to look so beautiful, wouldn't it be hard for you to develop some sort of attachment? I think if I was Xiao, I would see Wang as this younger brother who seems reserved who I would want to help open up. Wang's features look like a God in his costume and hair, coupled with his reserved role, it all oozes sexiness in a subtle way. If I was Xiao and working and looking at Wang all day like this, I would feel confused and frustrated. As for Wang, working alongside the gorgeous and bubbly character of Xiao, I would definitely have a crush too. Xiao who seems nice and fun but is so attractive would make me go gaga if I was Wang. So if a relationship developed between the two, I wouldn't blame them.

But then life goes on and things aren't the same. The series wrapped up, the promotion came and went. They went from being work partners, friends or maybe more to two people with their own lives and paths. They have other roles to get ready for, other photoshoots and interviews and meetings.

The Untamed was a controversial story that turned to a film series with a controversial undertone. The series was made in a conservative country where peaceful meditation in the park might mean imprisonment. So whatever 'more' that fans want from the two leads and their relationship with one another can be a scary thought to consider. But humans are humans and fans can't help but want to see more so fanfics were thought of and some were written out and some were posted for all of China to see. It led to a really messy situation for the older lead Xiao.

Xiao became reserved. It was obvious that he was colder with Wang and I think even before the fanfic controversy. My guess is that a fall out between the two lead actors occured or Xiao just wasn't comfortable with the shipper theories. For me, I know that seeing Wang in his modern wear and hair style gives me a different vibe. Maybe reality set in for Xiao and he wanted to make it clear of how he feels about his relationship with his colleagues. Although Wang was more reserved with most of the population before and during filming of The Untamed, it looked like he opened up and grew affections for Xiao. Wang was much younger than Xiao and it might also come with some inexperiences and immaturity. Heck, most grown adults are still very much children so I'm not saying that Wang did something wrong, I'm just saying it's part of life that we're sometimes in situations that don't work out... or something like that.

I know that last line was disappointing. Look, I'm not a writer or an intellect. I've just been obsessed with this cdrama and wanted to share a few thoughts. What are yours?

I, like a lot of The Untamed fandom, still seek the web for memes and BTS clips of the laughs and looks that they made together, it's like a peek into something more than what the series gave us. For now, I am grateful to find these gems as well as have the series on a streaming site so I can revisit these innocent moments when two souls found each other.

#the untamed #xiao zhan #wang yibo #lgbtq #bromance #colleagues #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #cdrama

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ilovealonelystar · 10 days ago

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Random thought of the day:

I was re-re-rewatching some episodes from CQL for research purposes and, after watching soooo many behind-the-scenes, memes, bloopers, The Untamed On Crack videos, BJYX videos, they acting the scenes with their real voices, knowing HOW NOISY the filming actually was, etc etc etc... I now low-key think that it's really weird and difficult to watch the drama and dive myself on it again...... I mean, in almost every scene that I watch I remember the BTS footage behind it.

Like, I was trying to find which scene DD's blue hair peaks out of his wig and I believed it was on EP8 or EP9 based on the BTS videos (bc I've only seen the screenshot of it, never someone saying what actual scene/episode it was - BUT I had no luck and couldn't find it, maybe someday... anyways). This episode is the one that 1. Now I know that WYB HAS BLUE HAIR UNDER HIS WIG !!!! 2. on the BTS videos you see them struggling A LOT with bugs/mosquitoes 3. has the FAMOUS BTS where DD jokes "~do you want to sleep with me?" followed by GG's muted "Mama loves you" and DD's (maybe most famous quote of all) "ZHAN-GE DD AI NI" 4. has WYB's black shorts blooper.

In short, I wasn't able to concentrate properly on the plot and only think about all the background stories of it. Does anyone else suffer from this same problem? 😩

#Hyperfixation struggles #the untamed bts #cql bts #the untamed #chen qing ling #untamed bts #wang yibo #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wei ying #PLEASE WHAT EPISODE DOES WYB BLUE HAIR APPEAR?

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sasukimimochi · 1 year ago

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My song recommendation.

✦ Softer Than Clouds ✦

- (Set in Ghost of Mine Universe)

Clouds drifted through the twilight sky, stars twinkling and falling in the distance while little shimmers of ice crystals danced around the clouds at his feet. Lan Zhan watched with a gentle set to his expression, glimmers of light reflecting over the winter skies of his eyes.

He didn’t typically walk about in his bare feet, but he found the clouds beneath them comforting and pleasant; he imagined this is what walking on water might feel like. He always wanted to feel the clouds, and in this moment he wished he only had some little rabbits to hold.

As if answering his wish, he smiled subtly upon seeing pink and white ears stand up among the banks of shimmering vapor. Once he settled down so the rabbits could hop up to him, he lifted them into his arms so he could pet them, one by one.

He hummed quietly in thought, wondering where the two rabbits Wei Ying gave him were. He hoped they were alright, surely they could use a snack about now.

Wei Ying…

Then, in a small moment of clarity, he stopped. He was dreaming, wasn’t he?

He lifted his head and checked his surroundings. Of course. This environment wasn’t Earth despite how real it felt. It was just that in a dream, it was easy to forget that you weren’t awake.

Now that he was lucid dreaming however, he closed his eyes briefly, thinking about what he would like to see.

“Lan Zhan…”

He opened his eyes and spread his arms, the ethereal figure drifting down to be caught comfortably within his embrace. But, his weight was suddenly too much for the clouds, and they fell through. Trails of vapor whirled around their bodies as they plummeted, and while the drop in his stomach had initially startled him, he held the other’s soft form firmly so as to not lose him in the process of falling.

“Wei Ying, I have you!”

He felt the other hold onto him in response, burying closer as his hair flowed and whipped in the wind. Clouds that looked like Contrails came to life around them as dragons, twisting and flowing around them in slow, ethereal movements. Flurries of Droplets and snowflakes flew past their faces, the little ice crystals biting at their exposed skin, though not in such a way that was painful.

Lan Zhan felt a little overwhelmed, but took a deep breath and closed his eyes once more. “Hold onto me.” The ghost’s arms tightening helped him feel at ease, despite how harrowing this might feel if he were to be awake.

His back hit something forcefully, and despite it being unpredictably forgiving he gasped, lungs filling with translucent blues and greens. Thankfully, he could still breathe despite recognizing the fluid as something not unlike water or space.

Wei Ying’s scent was subtle, pure and free of that metal tinge he had grown used to. Hints of lotus and something spiced brought his heart to flutter gently and wildly all at once as if forgetting all that had happened; the warmth and gentle feeling of his lover’s body as they floated in a sea of stars a comforting embrace.

Within the sea, whales with fins made of feathers sang their songs, the sound of the pod bringing a pleasant calm back to their surroundings.

“Wei Ying?” He called softly, only just relaxing his hold, but being careful not to let the other drift away.

When Wei Wuxian leaned back his head, eyelashes lowered and softened in such a breathtaking and affectionate stare, Lan Zhan’s breath hitched from the love he felt.

I love you.

I love you…

Lan Zhan couldn’t help but gently bring their mouths together in a soft and gentle embrace. He wanted Wei Ying to feel just how much he loved the other. He wanted the other to hear it in the quiet timbre of his voice, to feel it beneath his hands, to see it behind his eyes alone.

He parted their mouths slowly, bringing a hand up to cup the other’s cheek as little flickers of stardust shimmered around his fingers. He found himself letting out a small bout of quiet laughter, despite it mostly being hidden beneath Wei Ying’s.

Their foreheads came to rest together, and he let the love he felt turn the sea silver.*

✦

He gently held the other close and splayed his fingers over the subtle ridges of his spine, rubbing in slow, comforting movements. He wanted to give him all the care he needed, and right now, despite it all being a dream, it felt fulfilling.

He missed the other’s smiling voice, the mirth in his laughter.

He hoped he could manage to make the other as happy as this.

But this was just a dream in the end.

“It’s Hai Shi,” Wei Ying gently whispered, finger tracing the other’s jaw. “You have to wake up…”

Lan Zhan’s eyelashes lowered and he nodded. “Mn…but, we will be together when I wake too. I will be there for you.”

Wei Ying smiled and gently bumped their foreheads together once more for a brief respite. “I believe you.”

Lan Zhan tilted their heads once more and pressed a kiss against his lover’s lips, the feeling electrifying in his subconscious. It wasn’t the same, but he indulged in every moment nonetheless.

He resolved to give him extra kisses when he woke up, as the tingling sensation of waking trickled up his spine and bloomed into warmth.

✦

Lan Wangji’s eyes fluttered and he took in the sight of his resting, fatigued husband.

He wasn’t as bright, not as healthy, not as visible, but he was real. He was here, and while not…alive, he was here with him. He wouldn’t let him fall between his fingers again.

Lan Wangji reached over to gently pet the ghost’s cheek, watching the other breathe as if he still could do so. He wondered if it was just a phantom motion, like those with missing limbs have phantom pains… He wondered if it hurts, if only briefly.

The ghost’s eyes fluttered open, leaning into the hand gently in a silent question. “Good morning, Lan Zhan.” He still sounded so tired. Rightfully, after everything that had happened so far.

Lan Wangji still remembered each moment of empathy like it was a memory of his own. Every pain had been overwhelming, so he couldn’t imagine how it felt for his beloved. He pushed those thoughts away and gently pressed their foreheads together like in his dream, the cooling touch chasing away the warmth of sleep. “Good morning, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian smiled, gently nuzzling at their contact point. “You’re extra gentle this morning.” He whispered, as to not wake their son.

Lan Wangji’s eyes softened, “Wei Ying deserves comfort.” It may have been a few days since the last empathy session, but every moment between always felt too short for the poor ghost, so it was needless to say why.

“Also…I love Wei Ying.” He says even softer. “Treasure Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes shimmer as he pulls his head back slightly, a warm pink hue spreading over his cheek bones. “Lan Zhan! How shameless.” He whispered the small tease, attempting to bring back some of his face despite his blushing state. “You’ll send your husband’s heart into the clouds.”

“Since that is where you’ve sent mine, it is only fair.”

Wei Wuxian gasped, “Lan Zhan!” He laughed quietly, reaching up to hold the other’s face between his translucent palms. “I just can’t get used to that syrup you’ve gotten so good at refining.”

Lan Wangji smiled subtly, gently touching their noses together despite the current restraint. “All from Wei Ying.”

The bed dipped, and the two were temporarily distracted as their little one squirmed in between them. “Papa…” He whispered, “Can I try the syrup too?”

Wei Wuxian laughed as Lan Wangji’s ears turned a subtle pink.

Their little radish was still little, after all.

“You’re already so sweet, little radish.” Wei Wuxian offered, eyes rising in crescents as the little boy pouted at not gaining access to his papa’s apparent syrup reserves. “I’m sure Lan Zhan can give you something sweet if you train hard.”

Lan Sizhui perked up and looked back to Lan Wangji for confirmation, who in this surreal moment nodded and held his family close. “I will sneak something in.” He whispered, despite knowing no one was sleeping any longer. “If your uncle doesn’t first.”

The sound of his family’s laughter brought a warmth to his chest, something softer than clouds.

*A/N: there's a story about a sea at the edge of the world, between this one and the next, (idk the details don't quote me) that is covered in blossoms and tastes sweet. So by saying the sea turned silver, basically it was a roundabout way of saying they were being so sweet that the sea turned into the silver sea. I wonder if anyone understood this reference as it was said before i told you this in the notes? ❤

Also. Surprise! ❤ This is canon to GOM. This ficlet takes place between 22 & 23. After the fic is complete, it will be added onto the end of the ao3 as one of the bonus chapters.

Check out more art of this/other MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

Everything else including all of the art versions of this will be below the reading line!

If you have a screen warmer on, like Flux or a dimmer, i recommend turning it off because it alters the look of this drawing quite a bit. It was a bit torturous tbh to draw this without it bc i have light sensitivity, which is what gave birth to the second subtler version. i actually liked it more in the end~

I drew this a bit ago and i was saving it but i wasn't quite sure where to use it yet, but upon my desire to help you guys feel a bit better during these trying times i decided to write a canon excerpt for GOM!

OK onto dream meanings ❤ feel free not to read this, i am just really into dream interpretation and i was so delighted to find that everything fit. (i wrote it before looking everything up, which could have shot me in the foot, but thankfully, it didn't!)

First section of the dream ✦- -In the spiritual realm, a cloud dream tells you something is wrong, and you're not sure what it is.

-Dreaming of the sky could indicate that you miss someone you love.

-Numerous spiritual texts have cited rabbits as a symbol of good luck. In dreams, rabbits represent fertility,

a more successful love life, and a better future. It shows how you've improved.

Second section of the dream ✦-

-Dreaming about falling tends to signify a loss of control over an important situation.

-Dreaming of both rain and snow denotes conflicting emotions or thoughts. You might be facing a difficult decision in your waking life that has left you in confusion.

-Dreams about rain often signify positive and happy feelings about life in general.

-Dreaming of falling snow should be taken as a positive sign. This dream signifies your courage towards doing things you've always been afraid to do before.

-Although the dragon may be frightening, symbolically it represents your power for rebirth. The dragon symbolizes power, change, and spirituality, and it also symbolizes good luck, fortune, and prosperity. The dragon spirit animal can also symbolize self-love and empowerment.

Last section of the dream ✦-

-Dreaming about space means you want to learn more about the unknown and are always open to new experiences.

-Dreaming of the ocean can mean a few things. Because of its size and depth, it is often used to symbolize human emotions; the ocean reflects your emotional state because of its ever-changing nature. It might symbolize being full of deep emotions.

-Some believe whales are associated with peace, serenity, spirituality, and tranquility. The appearance of a whale in a dream can signify that everything is or will be o.k. and is often related to spiritual matters of the mind and heart.

-Related, The whale spirit symbolizes emotions and our connection to ancient wisdom. In the whale's song, an ancient echo is produced… Emotional intelligence, empathy, and sensitivity are part of the spiritual meaning of a whale dream.

-Dreaming of flapping wings can be interpreted as that you will contribute to good causes and you will act on your moral decisions. It also signifies that you will take important decisions, changes and reforms will take place in your life.

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope this brought up your mood some while you wait for the torture to end. stay strong! ಥ_ಥ ❤

Shoutout to me posting this at the witching hour.

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