#ling wen having a headache

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Mu Qing: Hey

Feng Xin: What

Mu Qing: ...there's someone I really like, but I don't know how to tell them

Feng Xin: Why are you telling me this?

Mu Qing, agitated: Just shut up and give me some advice!

Feng Xin, shrugging: Invite them out, ask if they're free

Mu Qing: Are you free?

Feng Xin: No, ask them

Mu Qing: I did!

Feng Xin: Really?! What did they say?!

Mu Qing, shouting: YOU TELL ME!!

Feng Xin, hysterical: WHY ME?!!

[deadsince1973]

Already eliminated:

7. Nie Huaisang

8. Nie Mingjue

9. Song Lan

10. Jin Zixuan

11. Xue Yang

12. Jin Guangyao

13. Su She

14. Jin Zixun

15. Wen Chao

[mxtxfanatic]

“...Isn’t your Gusu Lan Clan also a prominent cultivation clan? Didn’t a lot of your people die at Wei Ying’s hand too? Wasn’t it a headache killing all the walking corpses and all his other scummy followers?”

—Chapt. 43: Beauty I, fanyiyi

Ok 1) yes the Lan Clan participated in the actual killing of the Wen remnants, at least by public claim as stated here by Jin Ling, but 2) oh my heart breaks for when these kids find out exactly who those “scummy followers” were... And then this part:

“I’m not trying to let him off the hook at all,” he explained. “I only wanted to propose that, since we don’t know exactly what the circumstances were, we shouldn’t draw any definite conclusions. Before we went to Yi City, didn’t a lot of people claim that Xiao Xingchen Daozhang killed the Yueyang Chang Clan’s Chang Ping in angry vengeance? And how did it turn out in reality?”

“Whether Chang Ping was killed by Xiao Xingchen or not, no one saw. Everyone was just speculating. How were they ‘claiming’ anything? But the slaughter Wei Ying committed at Qiongqi Road, the bloodbath at the Nightless Heavens—between those two battles, how many cultivators lost their lives at his hands, at the hands of Wen Ning and the Yin Tiger Tally! Countless people saw the facts with their own eyes. They’re undeniable, incontestable...”

The juniors learned the lesson of not listening to wild gossip/speculation, but now they’ll have to learn that just because people claim that something happened the way they tell it, does not mean that they are telling the truth....

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 30 - Bridal carry

A follow-up to Day 26 (linked for convenience)

When Xie Lian wakes, he feels woozy: disconnected from his body, like everything is on a half-second delay.

It takes him a moment to remember: Ling Wen, his exhaustion finally catching up to him, and San Lang coming to his aid right when he needed him. With a questioning sound that catches more painfully in his throat than expected, he reaches out, eyes fluttering open. Silk sheets glide beneath his fingers until they're captured in a cold grasp.

Xie Lian blinks up to find Hua Cheng stretched out on the bed next to him.

"Mmm San Lang, how long was I asleep?"

"It's been about eight hours, gege," he replies quietly. Xie Lian feels a pang of guilt that he's kept Hua Cheng all to himself for that length of time while he just slept, but the smile sent his way tells him he shouldn't as he asks:

"How are you feeling?"

In truth? Xie Lian doesn't feel as well as he'd expected after that long asleep. His head feels fuzzy and throbs with dull, sluggish pain. It's then that he notices Hua Cheng's fingers feel much colder than normal. He squeezes them reflexively.

"San Lang, are you ok?" he reaches up to press a hand to Hua Cheng's forehead but is met with a look of confusion that turns to concern.

"You have a fever," Hua Cheng says, copying the gesture. Xie Lian can't help but lean into it, relishing the suddenly welcome cold as he hums a distracted "oh". What is not welcome are the symptoms that make themselves known, as if summoned. Xie Lian's headache grows worse and he feels gooseflesh spring up under his robes as he shudders.

"It appears you might be right," he sighs, running a clumsy hand through his sweat-damp hair. His fingers catch in his disheveled topknot but Hua Cheng's coax them free. He carefully guides Xie Lian into his lap and he presses his face into Hua Cheng's neck, allowing the Ghost King to gently release his hair. A cool hand trails through it to rest at the base of his skull and Xie Lian can't hold back the tiny sound of relief. Lips press against his temple then, followed by the gentle rush of words:

"Would gege like a bath?"

Xie Lian cannot deny that it sounds blissful with how his robes are starting to cling to him with fevered sweat. But he's still unconvinced he would be able to stay awake long enough.

"This one will take care of it, gege can just rest. This one won't let you drown."

"San Lang," Xie Lian chastises with a gentle swat to his chest. "That's not what I'm concerned about."

I know you'd never let anything bad happen to me.

"Oh, but there are other concerns?" He can tell Hua Cheng is teasing him but he's not sure quite whether this is something to blush over or not. In the end, he settles for pressing a kiss to Hua Cheng's neck, satisfied by the way the muscles jump under his lips.

"You've spent hours taking care of me but all you have received in return is a very poor house guest."

"My husband could never be a poor guest," Hua Cheng retorts, easily. "This is his home."

It's a sentiment that still draws a depth of emotion from Xie Lian that he never expected to feel again. To have a home again, in a place but also a person. There's a lump in his throat so all he can do is nod. Hua Cheng seems to see past that anyway, if the way his smile crinkles the corners of his eye is anything to go by. He tilts his head in that way that always means he's talking to Yin Yu.

"The bath is ready, gege."

Xie Lian lets himself be repositioned and lifted, giving himself over to Hua Cheng's strength. They don't have to go far, but Hua Cheng takes his time and Xie Lian lets himself ease into being carried this way and the gentle sway of his gait. There's no embarassment anymore, not when it's done with such tender affection. When he tucks his face back into the crescent of Hua Cheng's neck, it's only an effort to be closer. Xie Lian lets his lips rest over where his pulse would lie and mouths a tender sentiment into the skin.

"Gege? Is everything alright?" Hua Cheng hums, but his tone is knowing, contented, edged in warm satisfaction. The words buzz through Xie Lian's lips and he smiles in kind, that same warmth blooming under his skin, despite the fevered chills.

"En," he murmurs. "Everything is fine, San Lang."

[deathfavor]

@piscesiawave said: [ admire ] - peiwen <3

prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate [ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

Few gazes tend to linger on the winter-hearted goddess. Unlike so many others, Ling Wen meets all gazes with a steeled strength and expectation. If they wish to indulge in springtime gentleness and demure attitudes, they can look elsewhere. And they do. Most of the time at least. They prefer to watch graceful dancing and sweet singing and artistry over resilient upkeep of the communications array or a swipe of her brush over official documents. It is fine by her; she has never needed the eyes of many on her. In fact, to be unobserved is her greatest weapon against them all.

A gaze that lingers then is bound to draw her notice. Ling Wen doesn't immediately look though; she's far too busy with chewing out two of the newer gods for falling behind on paperwork. Did you think I wouldn't notice? I was generous and gave you an extra day without a word. I expect it all properly done by tomorrow morning. Her steel gaze is ruthless and domineering as the unfortunate victims lower their heads and slink away like scolded puppies; tails between their legs and pride temporary wounded. Unfortunately it won't be long before it rebounds and their arrogance swells. For now she watches them leave the steps of her palace before turning towards the source of the gaze.

Ah. She should have known. Who else would look at her with anything other than contempt? Much less something as lightweight and soothing as appreciation.

Ling Wen rubs her temples for a moment to ease the inevitable headache that is coming ; not from him but just about everything else from the day. She hands off the scroll to one of her decent middle officials before she decides a brief break is in order. At least long enough for her to descend the steps of her palace and make her way across the courtyard to where a familiar face is.

" Ol' Pei. I'm surprised you're not frolicking below with springtime in full swing. " Ling Wen teases him with an elfin smile on her lips when she stops beside him. " Careful now. You're going to feed the rumors if someone catches you gawking. " She adds, lips pressed tight to hide her smile even as her shoulders lower and relax in a way they often only do around him.

[circus-complex]

Glass Mind | Chapter 4/?

Rating: Teen +

Relationships: Feng Xin/Mu Qing

Characters: Feng Xin, Mu Qing

Tags: feng xin falls ill, Canon-typical swearing, mu qing has to care for him, Febuwhump 2024, Slow Burn, Feng Xin and Mu Qing are slightly OOC, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst

Feng Xin falls ill, messing with his head. Mu Qing tasks himself with taking care of him. Does Mu Qing truly hate Feng Xin?

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Mu Qing had started meditating an hour ago. When he opened his eyes again, Feng Xin was still scribbling away. Feng Xin had moved away from the floor, now writing on the walls. The floor looked like a murder scene, haphazard writing unevenly spaced, blurring together and glaring at Mu Qing. The only open space was around him. He studied the characters. Trying to pick out what Feng Xin wrote was a headache. It was definitely just two characters, but he couldn’t figure out which.

On one, he picked out the 日 radical, as well as  艹. On the second, he saw 忄and 月. But everything else was a mess. On some, radicals were enlarged and took up the entire word. 

Mu Qing moved to stand. He inched towards the exit. Careful not to step on any of the writing, he slowly opened the door. Feng Xin still didn’t notice him, and he slipped out. Once in the hallway, he stopped the first attendant he could see. 

“Has Ling Wen figured out what caused,” He gestured to the mess on the floor, “this?”

“No sir, but we suspect he had been dealing with this for a while.”

Mu Qing tilted his head in confusion.

“Some junior officials have been reporting strange behavior on and off the last couple of decades. But nobody had reported anything this bad.”

For the last couple decades? Mu Qing thought back to all their fights, but he couldn’t remember a time Feng Xin acted like this. It was always punches thrown, kicks hurled, bites landed. Never once did Feng Xin complain of delusions. 

Did Xie Lian know? Had Feng Xin just…hidden this from him? Did he not trust Mu Qing? 

“- Wen is still looking into any ghosts that could have caused this.”

“What?”

The attendant sighed, “We don’t know if it’s a curse or not, but Ling Wen is still looking for a ghost that could have caused Feng Xin’s psychosis.”

“Hm. Who is managing Feng Xin’s palace in the meantime?”

The attendant averted his gaze, “Well…you’re supposed to but…”

“But what?!”

“No one wanted to ask you”

Mu Qing was shocked. No one wanted to ask him? Why? Did his own deputies know? 

“Who said I should lead the palace of Nan Yang?”

“General Nan Yang”

A headache was starting to form between Mu Qing's eyes. Feng Xin would be better off leaving this to Pei Ming, or even Lang Qianqiu. Inwardly, he was crying, filled with questions and no answers. Outwardly he said:

“Thank you. What is your name?”

The attendant blinked in surprise. General Xuan Zhen, asking for his name?

“My name is Li Junlan.”

“Very well.”

Mu Qing turned on his heel. He needed to sort his thoughts out. He swiftly left the palace, walking to his own and ignoring everyone else. 

✦✦✦

Feng Xin didn’t trust him enough to tell him he was dealing with delusions, for years, yet he trusted Mu Qing with his domain. He didn’t know who Mu Qing was anymore. Had it gotten this bad before? How had Feng Xin coped? 

What if Feng Xin didn’t get better this time? What if he remained in this state? What if he forgot the centuries of rivalry? What if he was…kind to Mu Qing?

[thebiscuiteternal]

I don't want to make your headache worse but I am dying to know some of the other takes that could have been on that poll.

Whoo...

the guy Madam Lan killed was a child molester and the sect covered for him so Lan Wangji was justified fighting them all (how has this been in multiple fics???)

Wen Chao managed to get a wife *and* a girlfriend at the same time, that proves he's more capable of love than Jiang Cheng! (I originally thought that one had been a joke but lolnope)

the other Juniors should have beaten some manners into Jin Ling after the confrontation over his father's sword

Xue Yang would have been harmless if Xiao Xingchen hadn't callously denounced him when being told who he was

and those are just the ones off the top of my head

[queensconquest]

@aristarchos​ said: ❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ // pei Ming and ling wen

( ANGSTY QUESTIONS )

   Incense  lazily  swirls  around  the  palace  of  Ling  Wen  ,  supposedly  soothing.  She  can  find  nothing  helpful  about  it.  The  mountains  of  work  still  grow  ,  the  burdens  remain  heavy  ,  and  she  faces  the  same  obstacles  as  she  always  has.  There’s  a  sharp  pain  around  her  head  as  a  headache  grows  —  a  crown  of  agony  for  her  position.  Maybe  if  she  had  more  energy  she  would  have  laughed.

   “  Your  palace’s  reports  were  just  issued  to  one  of  your  juniors  ,  so  -  “  Ling  Wen’s  voice  suddenly  fell  silent  as  she  properly  registered  what  it  was  Pei  Ming  had  said.  She’d  been  so  used  to  the  usual  commentary  that  her  first  instinct  had  been  to  default  to  informing  in  regards  to  work.  When  had  she  last  eaten  ?  Her  brow  furrows  slightly  and  she  allows  for  her  forehead  to  sink  into  the  palm  of  her  hand.  

   “  Sorry  ,  Ol’  Pei.  “  She  offers  apologetically  ,  head  still  bowed  under  the  invisible  weight  that  crushes  her.  She  really  should  have  known  better.  Pei  Ming  himself  rarely  visited  to  discuss  work.  Why  -  ?  Nevermind.  What  was  his  question  ?  Oh  right.  Food.  When  was  it  ?  What  day  was  it  today  ?  Tuesday  ?   Friday  ?  This  wasn’t  going  to  look  good  regardless  of  her  answer.

   Her  head  lifts  from  her  hand  but  her  eyes  advert  ,  avoiding  his  gaze.  He’s  not  going  to  be  happy  -  but  worse  is  if  he  looks  disappointed  or  worried.  He  has  plenty  on his  own  plate  ,  both  in  his  duties  as  a  god  and  in  his  personal  time.  The  last  thing  she  wants  is  to  be  a  reason  he  doesn’t  enjoy  his  time  as  much.  Maybe  she  already  is.  Although  he  does  still  leave  the  Heavenly  Realm  frequently  and  the  chatter  hasn’t  changed  ,  so  perhaps  not.   Her  problems  were  not  his  to  bear.  (  She  wouldn’t  allow  it  -  even  now  she  does  not  speak  of  them.  )  But  regardless  ,  she  couldn’t  very  well  LIE  to  him  about  her  last  meal.  In  this  state  he’d  clearly  be  able  to  tell  if  she  attempted  it  and  she  didn’t  trust  her  tired  mind  and  tongue  to  be  quick  enough  for  excuses.

   Ling  Wen  slowly  puts  down  the  brush  in  her  right  hand  before  folding  her  hands  into  her  lap.  “  .  .  .  I  last  ate  at  the  festival  here  in  the  Heavens.  “  She  reluctantly  replies.  Was  that  .  .  .  two  weeks  ago  now  ?  Or  three  ?  “  There  were  those  meat  skewers.  I  had  one  of  those.  “  

   It  takes  more  effort  than  it  should  to  finally  meet  Pei  Ming’s  eyes  with  her  usual  slightly  playful  smile.  “  Why  ?  Looking  for  another  excuse  to  procrastinate  on  reports  ?  “  She  teases  ,  nails  secretly  digging  into  her  legs  as  a  reminder  to  keep  the  energy  perfect.  He  doesn’t  need  to  know  about  the  struggles  of  the  civil  gods  recently.  It’d  be  fine.  It  was  just  a  rough  patch  ,  no  need  to  make  him  worry  over  something  that’d  be  fixed  in  a  few  months.  Probably.  

[joylinda-hawks]

I thought he wouldn't live long. I didn't know how many martial arts I would be able to teach Cheng Ling. WOH, episode 20. WKX, ZZS and ZCL still remained near the Longyuan Sect after leaving. WKX looks back at the past and says in his mind that 20 years have passed. ZZS and ZCL are sitting on rocks and ZZS says they were lucky. ZZS is happy, unlike the quiet and sad WKX. ZZS says loudly that he didn't think he would live so long and he doesn't know how much he will be able to teach ZCL. ZZS tells WKX that he is with WKX now and this is the best solution. WKX is still reliving his memories and what happened in the cave. ZZS does not see how much emotions are boiling in WKX and declares that WKX will rebuild Siji Manor and take care of ZCL, he will inherit the legacy from the master and ZZS can be calm about the future. Surprised, ZCL asks what it means that ZZS will not live long. These words of ZZS are the last straw and WKX turns to ZZS and asks when ZZS will stop talking nonsense. WKX almost shouts at ZZS not to blame him. He adds that if ZZS wants to restore the glory of its sect, it must do it itself. ZZS gets up and walks over to WKX. ZZS says that he understood the meaning of WKX's new name and adds that he was mistaken in thinking that WKX is a descendant of Mr. Rong. Acting on emotions, ZZS grabs WKX in his arms and tells him that he is his brother. WKX can't deal with his feelings. ZZS asks why he changed his name to Wen. Hearing this, WKX pushes ZZS away and exclaims that his name is Wen. ZZS is surprised, as is ZCL who does not understand what happened here. ZZS regains his cool and declares that he will no longer ask what has happened to WKX all these years. WKX is starting to get a headache. ZZS asks about his family, and WIX pushes ZZS away again and runs ahead. ZCL tries to run after him, but ZZS stops him, telling them to wait until he returns. Another strong, emotional scene. WKX was stripped of his secret, maybe not entirely, but ZZS learned part of his secret. WKX is horrified by this, he doesn't notice that ZZS has now accepted him. WKX feels like a wounded animal that refuses all help. ZZS is happy to have his brother back after so many years. The initially irritating young man turned out to be someone close to ZZS. But he can't understand why WKX rejects him from now on. ZZS just wants to know what happened to him, thinking that WKX had a happy life. He doesn't know that WKX went through hell as a child, which is why memories of the past cause such a reaction. ZZH and GJ perform perfectly in such dramatic scenes, they play with their bodies, gestures and facial expressions. My only regret is that we can't hear their real voices, it would have an amazing effect. Unfortunately, you can't have everything. Either way, this scene is very touching and deeply memorable.

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Mu Qing, murmuring: You're so cute

Feng Xin, oblivious: What?

Mu Qing, panicked: I said you look like sh*t!

[weuschoiceheart]

OP, don't hide this in the tags

Wei Wuxian begging Lan Wangji to take him back to Lotus Pier suddenly so they go and the first thing Wei Wuxian does is grab some money, shove Jiang Cheng out of the way and stuff the money a jar in the middle of the dining hall and grab a handful of talismans and shout “Fucking Finally!”

One talisman starts to burn as Wei Wuxian hops back over to his husband.

“Sorry about that, I ran out of fucks to give and had to get some more.” Another talisman burns quickly.

“You… what?”

“We have to get our fucks in advance, we had a swear jar but I never had change on me so when Jiang Cheng remade the sect he changed it so you only get as many fucks as you can buy.” Wei Wuxian explains, burning two more talismans and groping his husband for more money to stock up. “Why do you think Jingyi asked for his allowance early?”

Lan Wangji gently takes a talisman from his husband, looking it over, then with all the love in his heart turns to his husband and says “What the fuck?”

We Wuxian has never looked more delighted as something catches fire

[kachawo]

"Isn't it time you get out of your hammock?" The blood-red dragonfly startles from the new presence, flying away from its perch and scrambling around the crimson hammock.

"It's been 400 years, Yiling Laozu, there are people waiting for your return of leadership."

Wei Wuxian stumbles up, now sitting in his hanging nest with arms supporting his weight. "Ah, what an honor Hua Chengzhu has bestowed upon me with his visit."

The ghost steps out of the shadows with one brow quirked, "Did sleeping for 400 years break your brain? You suddenly have manners."

The man huffs and offers the ghost a cheeky grin. "Unfortunately, I'm still the same dead man you found on the bridge. 400 years? I expected longer."

A few seconds later the cave ceiling glows blood red, dragonflies dropping from the ridges and scattering around the cave like they've been jostled.

They flap their wings simultaneously, and at once, they scurry out the exit of the cave and into the daylight of the Yiling Laozu's domain.

They've come with news for his people.

A young child is the first to see the dragonflies, he drops his basket of harvest and immediately runs to the nearest watch tower.

"Laozu has awoken!" He shouts joyfully. Words repeated by other messengers, until they reach their little settlement.

"Yiling Laozu has awoken!!"

"Wei Wuxian has come back!"

Wen Qing sits in front of her window, tea cup in one hand as one crimson winged creature perched itself onto her raised finger.

It flaps its wings excitedly, as if conveying its joy of delivering the news of their masters broken slumber.

The doctor looks up at the sky, watching as other dragonflies do the same. Dancing around each other-- celibrating a festival of their own.

"Took the bastard long enough."

--

Meanwhile the Heavens shook like lightning struck.

Oh, what a headache this will be for Ling Wen.

The fourth calamity has awoken.

Corpse Whispering Yiling Laozu has returned, as if Crimson Rain wasn't enough of a heart attack.

[21shotglasses]

My favorite MDZS fics

not in order cause i don’t think i could rank these if i tried. some i like better than others and you’ll be able to tell by what i say about them.

like speaking to my heart rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

this is basically a “his dark materials” au. everyone has a daemon (an animal physical manifestation of their soul). this is the longest completed mdzs fic on ao3 and took me several months to finish. mostly cause i stopped reading it for a bit. it made me cry from happiness 3 times in a row. its basically a rewrite of canon with a lot of positive changes. from the tags “Canonical Character Death. Some people live! And some people still die in this fic it's just a matter of who STAYS dead and who is really dead ;)”. some of villains are more evil than in canon. without spoiling anything i can say that everything works out in the end. and its a super slow burn about 400k worth of slow burn. the summery is more of an excerpt and is pretty long so i won’t include it.

Everyone's Got a Theory about the Bitter One rating: E warnings: none pairings: Jīn Líng/Lán Sīzhuī

this one is just really sweet, its better than you think it will be

summary: Jin Ling is lucky. He’s always known that soul-names meant nothing. His parents matched, but that hadn’t protected them. They died tragically and young. He never saw Shenshen’s mark, but he knows that Xiao-shushu’s name was Nie, not Qin. They still married. It's better that his soul-name is dead, because he can't afford to be in love with him. He can't be in love with any man, but he definitely can't love a Wen.

the cruelty of fate rating: T warnings: major character death but its only wwx pairings: wangxian

summary: “Wei Ying,” he manages, a breathy croak, and peers past his eyelashes to watch those grey eyes widen. They swirl with more emotions than he can name at the moment- emotions that he has not seen in those eyes for years, and his heart aches further as he watches the other swallow visibly, trembling hands reaching up to tentatively hold his own outstretched one, though they pass through each other like the other is made of mist. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying breathes, and the shadows under his eyes darken as his face scrunches up, looking like he’s about to cry. prompt: The one where your soulmate's ghost haunts you when they die.

read my lips; it was only a kiss rating: E but you could probably get away with M. warnings: none pairings: OT4 juniors

I reread the first zhuiji kiss way too much (and the whole fic too tbh)

summary: Here was the thing. Jin Ling adamantly believed that all of his current problems could be traced back to Wei Wuxian. You know, his uncle who was currently in the body of his other uncle, who exposed his other uncle for his crimes against all of his other uncles— even just thinking about it gave Jin Ling a splitting headache. Or perhaps, it was all Lan Jingyi’s fault. It might have been possible that Jin Ling had spent most of his cultivation conferences sitting in the very back of the room, snickering inconspicuously and writing out hilarious and horrible mini stories with his friends. Stories about the everlasting love of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. See, this was all Lan Jingyi’s idea. Or the one in which the juniors write wangxian fanfiction and make out with each other; or Jin Ling's very bad day (year) caused by all his terrible uncles

your heartbeat, across the grass rating: E but you could easily skip the smut. most of the fic is T or M warning: none pairings: wangxian

summary: AU where A-Yuan is professional footballer Lan Wangji's biggest fan, and his babysitter Wei Wuxian wants nothing more than to forget his days as the photographer of their school football team, calling out to the captain from the stands just so he'd look around at him.

this mattress is a desert island rating: E but could also skip the smut and the other bits are mostly T pairings: wangxian

the title does not give credit to how amazing this fic is. i really think it’s one of my favorite mdzs fics i’ve read. it was so fluffy and so sweet. my heart was beating so fast. it’s like what if wangxian were not idiots during cloud recesses and it was omegaverse. i was really into omega verse and this just hit the spot perfectly. the courting is so sweet.

summary: Now, several months into his stay at the Cloud Recesses, he has a very good nest, even better than the one at home. It has something special, something his nests have never had before. An alpha’s scent. Or; Lan Wangji’s robes keep disappearing mysteriously. Wei Wuxian’s nesting habits may have something to do with it.

turn toward the sun rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

lwj being very horny for wwx for 20k words, there’s only sex at the end but there’s sexual content throughout and its very sexually charged considering the setting.

Summary: Every student of House Mandrake is assigned a study partner, a counterpart from House Valerian. Lan Wangji suspects, with some outrage, that he's been given the troublemaker. Kushiel's Legacy fusion, you don’t need to know anything about those books except for what is explained in the authors note.

and time is but a paper moon rating: M warnings: graphic depictions of violence pairings: wangxian and qingxicheng (Wēn Qíng/Jiāng Chéng/Lán Xīchén)

i read the first chapter and i was already so happy and it just got better from there and now at the end i am crying and please for the love of jiang cheng please read this. everyone who deserves happiness gets it and everyone who does not dies. i’m gonna go reread the first couple chapter now. i reread this whenever im reading a particularly sad or angsty mdzs fic and i just want some fluff and some happiness. basically just the best time travel fix it out there. wwx does a spell that makes him start from the beginning of his life with all the memories he has now. which is all of canon and then some. everything works out and no one suffers any meaningful damage. its the 5th most popular mdzs fic on ao3

how to be a heartbreaker rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

So good! I love sugar baby fics but I cannot stand daddy kink stuff. This barely has a daddy kink and it was fine for me. I really like fics like this where it’s a slow burn but they’re still together for a lot of the fic. This feels like a slow burn even though it’s really not.

summary: “Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced. He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening. He fell for it. A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel. “Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?”

try a little tenderness rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

summary: "Wei Ying, have you never heard of aftercare?" Mutely, Wei Ying shakes his head. He has learned of many things, from all his guys. The word care has never been included. In response to a kink meme prompt: sub wwx who hasn't had a good dom before meets dom lwj. The story of three nights and a morning.

one good thing rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

I didn’t cry but the twist and the bonding really makes this fic. I highly recommend.

summary: Wei Wuxian has been haunting his childhood home for three years. He's perfected the fine art of scaring away all the tenants, and has grown used to living with the dying flowers in the garden as his only company. When Lan Wangji buys the house, Wei Wuxian fully intends to drive him off too. Except Lan Wangji is beautiful, and interesting, and captivating company - even if he supposedly doesn't know Wei Wuxian exists.

hunters seeking solid ground rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

this might be my most reread mdzs fic, not all of it but parts of it, especially the beginning. there’s some angst that i tend to skip over. I dont know if I’m just going thought it right now but I cried multiple times while reading this fic. Which is impressive cause its not even that long. But my heart was clenching but entire time and i cried so much. And it really broke but then it put me back together again. Cause wei ying has gone though so much shit but at least he still has lan zhan who loves him so much. There’s so much physical non sexual intimacy and that part was just so nice.

summary: “Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

a little note for the summary its not wangji asking wei ying to come back to gusu with him. It becomes apparent when it happens but i found that a bit confusing. I really dont think this is a spoiler but It’s the juniors

build me no shrines rating: M warnings: none but there is a pretty graphic depiction of drowning in chapter 2 pairings: wangxian

I’ve been reading so many canon divergent with essentially the same plot of canon. And its gotten pretty boring because i already know what’s gonna happen so its nice to read a post canon fic where i dont know what’s going to happen and theres actually a plot I’m invested in. Plus this one was very good. It’s the same “wangxian are idiots who are so in love they can’t see the other is also so in love with them” thing but i really liked this.

summary: Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, 'I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry. Please send aid, Hanguang-jun, this humble one begs you.' Well, my curiosity is certainly piqued." A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation. In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.

a stone to break your soul, a song to save it rating: M warnings: none pairings: wangxian

its long but i promise its worth it. it’s the most popular mdzs fic on ao3. the title is not a metaphor.

summary: When the entire cultivation world turns against Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng comes up with a plan to save him and arranges a marriage between his brother and the Second Jade of Lan, Lan Wangji.

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

pretty sure this was the first mdzs fic i’d ever read and what a great first fic.

summary: Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?” “Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.” “There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly. In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's... surprisingly effective. its the 3rd most popular mdzs fic on ao3

i got rid of the formatting of the summaries to try and make this shorter. sorry if that makes some of them confusing.

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 26 - Working to exhaustion

Xie Lian is tired. The kind that sinks down into the bones and makes him sluggish and heavy.

When he staggers up the step into the Palace of Ling Wen, he spares a brief thought that maybe he’s over stretched himself this time. He knows he probably should have said no when Ling Wen had handed him yet another urgent mission scroll, but she’d looked so haggard and her plea had been so genuine.

Pressing his fingers to his temple does little to help his headache, it just reminds him of far too long spent in the communication array listening to Feng Xin and Mu Qing bicker. He huffs a quiet sigh. Just a little longer and he can rest.

I wonder if San Lang would join me?

It’s a selfish wish; Xie Lian would never disturb him when he knows he’s busy with Ghost city, but a tired Xie Lian is a wistful Xie Lian and he can’t help himself, even if only in the privacy of his own mind.

“Your Highness?”

Oh, I’m here.

He’d been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed himself arriving not only in the Palace, but in front of Ling Wen’s desk itself. The administrative god’s appearance is even more dishevelled than last time and he can sympathise. She’s assessing him and he’s certain she’s called his name more than once for her to be raising an eyebrow like that.

“Sorry, Ling Wen,” he chuckles, embarrassed, “I was…lost in thought.”

Her lips press together and he’s too exhausted to try and parse if it’s displeasure or concern.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you, your Highness, but your assistance is needed once more.”

Xie Lian’s stomach knots. He wants to refuse down to his bones. He needs to rest.

“No.”

It takes his sluggish mind a second to realise that he hadn’t been the one to speak. The voice, too, is so immediately comforting he almost sags against the presence he knows waits just over his shoulder.

“E-excuse me?” Xie Lian can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Ling Wen stutter

“I said no,” Hua Cheng steps forward and into the intervening space between XL and Ling Wen’s desk. “You and the other trash have been running his highness ragged for months. It stops now.”

“I-” Ling Wen looks like she wants to argue but she stops herself, closes her eyes, takes a breath and when she looks back up, there’s more of the crisp, normal Ling Wen Xie Lian is used to in her expression:

“Very well.” She softens a little when she turns to Xie Lian. “The palace of Ling Wen apologises for our over-reliance on you. We will find another to take this on.”

And, despite his earlier resistance, Xie Lian finds himself suddenly wanting to give in and agree to help, bad idea and all. But then there’s a hand on his waist and he remembers just how exhausted he really is.

“Thank you Ling Wen, sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble, your Highness. Please, rest.”

Xie Lian keeps his feet and doesn’t let himself lean too much into San Lang’s steady support until the bright sunshine of the Avenue of Divine Might is replaced with the dim, cosy lighting of Paradise Manor. He blinks at his surroundings now that the light won’t hurt his head and wilts a little to find himself mere steps from their bed. He can feel the way San Lang shifts to accommodate the increased weight but pulls himself back to ask a question that’s been niggling at him:

“San Lang, how did you know?”

How did you know I needed you?

“Know- Gege, you called for me.”

“I- I what?”

“In our communication array.” He presses a gentle kiss to his temple, right over the spot where Xie Lian had tried to massage away his headache. “I heard gege’s wish.”

“Oh.”

Xie Lian shivers, the mortification that he had actually spoken those words as more than idle thoughts is far away, eclipsed by the relief. San Lang tucks him closer.

“Gege should know he can call me any time and I’ll be there.”

Xie Lian hums a quiet affirmation. Because he does know. San Lang has shown him the truth of this so many times. But there’s still some of that old reticence in him; that hesitance to ask for help. They both know it and San Lang doesn’t press. He's far too tired to do more than lean into the support his husband provides and push his forehead against his shoulder. Fingers card through his hair and his eyes flutter shut.

“As much as this one is content to hold you for as long as you want, you should get off your feet. Unless you would prefer to be carried?” The smirk in his tone is obvious, even if the words are completely sincere.

Too exhausted to fluster more than a slight pinking of already flushed cheeks, Xie Lian shakes his head, an undignified drag against the soft cloth of Hua Cheng’s robes, and peels himself away.

He flops onto the mattress, foregoing all grace in favour of being horizontal as quickly as possible. Behind him, the bed dips and he hears a breathy chuckle before a hand settles between his shoulder blades, a cool comfortable weight. Xie Lian manages to turn so he can see him, clumsily catching the hand as he moves and pressing a sluggish kiss to cool fingers.

“This one might already know the answer, but would gege prefer to bathe or to sleep first?”

Xie Lian checks in with himself, feeling his clothes shift against sweaty skin. A bath sounds delightful, but he can’t even entertain the notion of being awake to take one. Something of his struggle must show in his expression, because San Lang chuckles again

“This one will help you out of your robes, at least. Gege should be comfortable.”

“En,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

San Lang reaches for his outer belt and Xie Lian gives easy permission to his raised eyebrow. It’s a familiar dance but Xie Lian welcomes it as an extra layer to the gooey contentment making his eyelids even heavier.

Xie Lian knows he could be changed with a flick of San Lang’s wrist; has experienced it before when they were almost caught on the hop in a very compromising position by unexpected guests. But he also knows his husband enjoys this: the act of dressing him by hand, layer by layer; pouring his devotion into the careful motions. Normally, it never fails to bring a flush to Xie Lian’s cheeks, but right now, as exhausted as he is, the gentle slide of worn and then soft fabric against his skin is nothing but soothing, lulling him further and further into sleep. Cool lips press against his and he spares a brief, griping thought that he can’t kiss back properly. He might even say that out loud for the puff of laughter he feels against his face, but he’s out before he can know for sure.

[deathfavor]

@piscesiawave said: He had only planned on being in the heavenly realm for a short time. Enough to drop off the scrolls he had borrowed and then be on his way, a simple, easy task.

Though if the god were being honest with himself than he’d know that a simple meet and greet and drop off was never just that. However, from all the ones he could expect it from, the least was Ling Wen.

When he had arrived at her desk it was empty, covered in scrolls, a mountain really. One of them had been splayed out, her quill sat on the side with the bottle of ink right next to it. His nose scrunches up a bit in curiosity as he had just spoken to her over the array and she had said she would be here. He thought to leave the scrolls there on her desk, but then, there were so many he didn’t want to mess up anything she may have organized for herself.

Perhaps he could put them back? He wasn’t entirely sure where to begin with that, but maybe if he’d walk around some and run into her while he did so.

Xie Lian of course, once turning into one of the many hundreds and thousands of aisles, this one just happened to have exactly who he had been searching for. Though not in the state anyone would hope to find. Ling Wen had collapsed to the floor, some scrolls around her which told him that she must have been carrying them at the time of her fall.

He rushes over, setting down his scrolls and gently lifts her up onto his lap. Brown eyes lean in with concern, and he slowly waves a hand in front of her face. “Ling Wen, Ling Wen’ he says her name twice before she stirs ever so slightly and her icy blue eyes open to look at Xie Lian staring down at her. He smiles softly and with relief. “Oh thank goodness. Are you okay?” // gives you some xie lian

my muse collapes in font of yours, how does yours react?

One minute she's walking with a headache feeling like it was going to make her head burst and the next....she wasn't sure. But what she was sure of was that the next minute she DOES remember is opening her eyes while someone calls for her. ( Actually, there were several, but only one within the immediate surroundings rather than including the communication array. )

Her eyes open and she squints at the light before staring at Xie Lian with an inscrutable expression on her face. Other than the apparent exhaustion. But that was hardly a new look to c hange anything on her expression. She sits up with a little help, casting a brief glance towards the scrolls she'd dropped before looking back to Xie Lian.

" Yes, I'm fine, Your Highness. " Debatable. One would be wise to avoid such debates though. " I apologize for the concern. " It would be wise for her to get up but it feels like a monumental task when she considers it. Oh how some of these people would be thrilled to catch word of this. It's a though that only adds a fresh wave of exhaustion to her already crushed body.

Her lips press together in a thin line, a gesture almost synonymous with her name itself with how frequently she does it. One could hardly blame her with the amount of problems and information that was often brought to her doorstep. In this case, she's created her own problems potentially. But that was for her to know.

" I must have tripped. " Ling Wen tugs a few of the closest scrolls back towards her. It was plausible - truth or otherwise. That was for her to know and ideally no one else. Although she really can't recall the last few seconds before she'd evidentally collapsed. Maybe she HAD slipped. " I didn't realize that you would be returning here today, Your Highness. "

Her muscles protest as she shakily drags herself back up to her feet as she eyes the scrolls and then looks back to Xie Lian with a thin smile. " How may i help you? " All she could do was try to brush off the incident and pretend it never happened.

[silverflame2724]

WWX wisely chose not to attend Jin Lings 100 day celebration but still has to listen to Jin Zixun's screaming about some curse from the edge of the corpse barrier. Finally at the end of his patience Wei Wuxian curses Jin Zixun in a manner that no one can mistake as anything other than a curse cast by Wei Wuxian.

It's a truth curse mixed with a babbling curse as well as having a area of effect so everyone within a li of the victim is affected. Almost with a hour of returning to carp tower for reinforcements during the party with everyone in attendance fights break out as inconvenient truths come spilling out.

"I was paid by the Jin to spread false rumours about the Yiling Patriarch!", "I cursed Jin Zixun with the 100 holes curse!", ect.

When the invitation came, Wei Wuxian really wanted to go at first. He never thought he would get the chance to see his Shijie again. And for Lan Zhan himself to sign the letter of invitation made it all the more tempting. But......

But Wei Wuxian knew the Jin. And knew that they wouldn't let this chance go to possibly attack the Burial Mounds or maybe even him on his way to Lanling. Everyone knew Wei Wuxian no longer used his sword and Wei Wuxian would have to travel through Qiongqi Path to get to Lanling. Qiongqi Path was structured in a way that made it perfect for an ambush. And while Qiongqi was sure to have plenty of resentful energy and corpses around, Wei Wuxian couldn't count on the chance that the area would be purged in preparal for his arrival.

So though it tore at him, Wei Wuxian rejected the invitation, choosing instead to strengthen the wards in fear of retaliation from his refusal. And just as he expected, the Jins came knocking. Though, not for the reason he had initially thought.

“Wei Wuxian!!!! Remove this curse you have put on me!!!!” Some random Jin yelled, banging futilely against the wards. 

Wei Wuxian ignored him. He wasn’t about to go see what the ruckus was about. What if he was just yelling about it only to lead Wei Wuxian into a trap? He doubted many Jin had the smarts to think about that, but still. He’d rather err on the side of caution.

.

.

It had been a few hours and this guy still hadn’t given up. Wei Wuxian was starting to get annoyed but still dreaded over having to deal with this annoyance. Can a man just get a few days without someone cursing him to death? He had inventions to invent!

“So you finally show your face, you servant!!!” The Jin spat, heaving and red-faced. The cultivators behind him looked ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. 

Wei Wuxian was not impressed.

“Undo this curse right now, Wei Wuxian!!! Otherwise, I’ll tell my uncle to have the clans siege you!!!!”

“Your....uncle?” Wei Wuxian asked curiously. “Who are you again?”

“You know who I am!”

“I really don’t.” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Look, I don’t know who fed you the lie that I cursed you, but I really have better things to do than curse someone I don’t even know.”

The Jin began yelling again and Wei Wuxian sighed, rubbing his temples to ward off a headache. He was really getting annoyed. And then--

“Ha, if your parents could see you know, they’d be so disappointed in you.” 

Wei Wuxian twitched. 

“It’s a good thing they died, huh? So they don’t have to see what a tainted mess their bastard of a son became!”

Normally, Wei Wuxian would brush off any insult. However, to target his parents? That was crossing a fucking line.

“Since you want to be so badly cursed by me, so be it!” He put Chenqing to his lips and began playing. A wave of resentful energy gathered and blasted the Jin and his companions away. 

The curse was a little thing Wei Wuxian had come up with when he was bored. Wen Qing had given him the idea, indirectly. She had been tired with him disguising his injuries from many of his failed experiments and decided to curse him with a truth curse, causing him to be unable to hide his injuries from her. (Of course, after it wore off, he stopped hiding things from her, knowing she had something like that at her disposal.) In an effort to undo it, Wei Wuxian had studied it and though he hadn’t been able to figure out how to undo it before it wore off, he had been able to figure out how to improve it. 

This new and improved curse had the same function. However, instead of being forced to tell the truth, the victim would blurt out any secrets they had kept hidden. On top of that, it would spread to others quickly. Wei Wuxian hoped that a few minutes of embarrassing secrets being spilled would be enough to deter them.

And sure enough, it did. 

The Jin and his rather disgruntled group of subordinates left. Now that Wei Wuxian looked at them though, he noticed some Lan disciples in their midst. His heart had clenched with betrayal and hurt, remembering that it was Lan Zhan who had signed the invitation. 

He shook his head. It mattered not. 

...........................

What Wei Wuxian didn’t know, though, was that the effects of the curse had not worn off. So when Jin Zixun returned to the celebration to get reinforcements, it quickly spread to all of the guests.

At least three sect leaders immediately blurted out, “I was paid by the Jin to spread false rumors about the Yiling Patriarch!” 

“Me too! The Jin promised me women and crops in exchange for telling everyone at the recent Discussion conference that the Yiling Patriarch had sent his corpses to my land! They were just wandering fierce corpses, but who wouldn’t believe that Wei Wuxian would send his corpses to any random person?”

“I was told to spread the rumors about the Yiling Patriarch raping virgins!”

And then......

“I cursed Jin Zixun with the hundred holes curse!” Su Minshan, sect leader of the newly emerged Su sect, said.

Jin Zixun turned to him quickly and took out his sword, rushing to him. “Undo it right now!!!”

“I don’t want to! You always bullied me, why should I?” Su Minshan yelled, easily beating back Jin Zixun. However, he couldn’t defend himself against all of Jin Zixun’s subordinates and was quickly taken into custody. 

The party quickly descended into chaos as everyone everywhere began spilling their deepest, darkest secrets.

Jin, Lan, Jiang, Yao, Ouyang......no one was spared. No matter how they tried to stop it, the curse was too strong.

And the culprit for all this chaos? He was happily tinkering away in his cave, unaware of how powerful the curse he casted was.