#mamoonde fics

[mamoonde]

i really really want more modern cultivation au secret genius wei wuxian who just drops mind-blowing revolutionary theories and innovations anonymously under a stupid ass middle school pen name like yLlingla0zuxX

comical plot twist:

lan qiren has a secret hobby ever since he discovered the joys of Online Cultivation Forums, especially one where he can scout for people with Massive Potential and/or Brilliant Ideas and offer to help them formalize their ideas into actual Papers (or discover Horrible ones and send them better reference materials).

of course, Internet etiquette sanctifies anonymity so lan qiren doesn't press for personal information from the few brilliant minds he meets. he has a good instinct for identifying the younger ones from the tried and true experts, and this yLlingla0zuxX clearly is an esteemed veteran.

his methods may seem scattered, but lan qiren is Most Willing to Invest in the Time to help this esteemed cultivator get the merit and proper consideration his ideas deserve. under the very proper alias: GrandArchivist.

GrandArchivist reaches out to yLlingla0zuxX offering to help him flesh out his innovations so yLlingla0zuxX can get it published and patented as Proper.

yLlingla0zuxX is reluctant at first, but agrees to do it. he shares a gee doc link.

it takes a while, but - between lan qiren's initial bafflement at real-time collaboration and yLlingla0zuxX's erratic and rambling thoughts - they manage to publish it.

offscreen:

GrandArchivist reaches out to his nephew A-Huan how this gee doc works and if he's Sure it's not a bad virus or phishing scam link or anything. he opens the link to see. bulleted paragraphs??? paragraphed bullet points??? either way, the most horrible draft he's ever seen... typing itself???? a-huan, are you certain this yLlingla0zuxX has not hacked my computer?

[mamoonde-thinks]

junior babies accidentally setting off a time-traveling array during a nighthunt...

finding themselves separated and transported to the middle/tail-end of the sunshot campaign, with all the devastation of war in plain sight.

villages burnt down or in the midst of rebuilding; lots of dead bodies to be purified and buried; plenty of wounded to be treated; families to be relocated and/or resettled; etc., etc.

jin ling and ouyang zizhen get roped into helping out at the lanling camps and witness jin zixuan's less than stellar treatment of yanli.

jingyi and sizhui find themselves closer to the front lines of jiang territory and are treated to front row seats to several fights between a terrifying version of wei-qianbei and relentless, expressionless hanguang-jun.

"ohmygod they're fighting, why are they fighting?!"

"wei-qianbei what in the ever loving fuck are you saying, that's your hanguang-jun!" jingyi whisper-yells, pulling at his hair.

sizhui watches with a pained expression. "hanguang-jun should really explain better... wei-qianbei doesn't understand..."

"i can't take this anymore!" "imagine how i feel then."

jin ling, after getting awestruck at seeing his parents (his parents!! alive!!!) finally notices their not-so-lovey-dovey relationship (or rather, their non-relationship) and takes offense at his father's dismissal of yanli.

jin ling is the one who yells at jin zixuan at camp after the whole lotus soup secret admirer fiasco is cleared up (stealing wei-qianbei's steam, unintentionally preventing his "blood thirsty" reputation from worsening).

except now jiang cheng and wei wuxian think jin ling's got the hots for yanli.

"you're still a jin (derogatory) but you're better than the peacock, at least."

jin ling's torn cuz ewww no that's my MOM; but also wow his mom thanked him and smiled at him and his mom is beautiful.

he allows himself a moment to feel smug about getting approval. also grudgingly agrees with the jiang bros that yea his dad does seem like an ass right now...

ofc jingyi brings him back to earth.

"yOU IDIOT, ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT IF YOUR PARENTS DON'T END UP TOGETHER BECAUSE OF YOU?! YOU WON'T EXIST ANYMORE, DOOFUS!"

[wangxianficrecs]

🔒 baby fever by Mamoonde

🔒 baby fever

by Mamoonde (@mamoonde)

T, WIP, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan wakes to a pounding on his door in the middle of the night. For a moment, he assumes Wei Ying must’ve come over after all. Instead, it is Jiang Cheng, soaked and covered in mud, and holding a child— A child who looks up sheepishly, with the same light grey eyes as Wei Ying. “I told him we didn’t need to bother you, but he insisted you would want to help.” Jiang Cheng says. or: yet another wwx age regression fic. but modern cultivation au. Kay's comments: Ah, this is so cute and funny! And also the first time I've seen an age-regression story where the de-aged person in question retains their adult mind, which makes it even funnier how immediately Lan Zhan is hit with baby fever and the need to baby-proof the entire house. Excerpt: He almost starts counting the years, but this child looks to be around 2 or 3 years old. Even though he and Wei Ying have been intimate immediately after getting together, they have only tried dual cultivation once. And even if a child might have resulted from such, it’s only been three months… Surely he would’ve noticed such a huge development? His fantasies of having a family with Wei Ying have only ever been in the abstract. Their relationship still feels so new and miraculous at times and he’s loathe to jinx things by being greedier than he already is. Yet now, confronting it in reality — he wants— “Well?” Jiang Cheng snaps, cutting his thoughts from spiraling further. Lan Zhan blinks. “Of course. I would also care for. Any child of Wei Ying’s.” “What? What’re you—” Jiang Cheng sputters. The child breaks into peals of laughter then – and it’s so patently Wei Ying’s that it makes something in him ache. “Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan!” The boy lunges forward, and Lan Zhan scrambles to catch him. The boy pats his cheek, and Lan Zhan’s world stills again. “What 'child of mine'—haha! It’s me, Lan Zhan – it’s your Wei Ying!”

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, age regression/de-aging, de-aged wei wuxian, fluff and humor, crack treated seriously, established relationship, baby fever, good sibling jiang cheng, junior quartet dynamics, adorable juniors

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[mamoonde]

thinking about a canon div au where lwj goes to yunmeng jiang the summer after gusu lectures, walks in just in time to see a sweaty half-naked wwx, his dirtied training robe left hanging around his waist where it's tucked into his trousers and belt, tousling with equally sweaty and dirty junior disciples (only a handful of them are in equal states of undress).

wwx spots him half a minute later, right after demonstrating the proper archery stance to another disciple. the moment he does, he blinks, then brightens, dropping the bow to make his way towards lwj.

all six feet (how is he suddenly so tall?!) of him, sunkissed skin, toned chest and stomach bare and gleaming with sweat.

lwj can hardly breathe. his right hand is a tight fist behind his back. he imagines his frayed tether to his sanity in his desperate grip.

wwx is in his usual teasing lwj mode, especially now that he's a solid 2 inches taller than lwj (for at least the summer), back turned to his silly shidis shooting kites, revelling in lwj's attention—

his hand moves before he can think, snatching the arrow in midair an arm's length from them.

lwj had been so preoccupied he hadn't even noticed it before wwx had suddenly turned and seemingly plucked it out of thin air.

wwx clicks his tongue. "watch it, guys; i can't have lan zhan thinking i'm a crappy teacher!" he chucks the arrow as though it were a spear, where it lands dead center at a target.

lwj desperately recites the gusu lan precepts about restraint and proper conduct in his head. mostly, he would like to – needs to – lie down.

"but you are a crappy teacher!" one of the disciples retorted. "you all but left us for dead the moment you saw some handsome gongzi!"

"what, am i supposed to choose you stinky lot over a handsome er-gege?!" wwx snorts then turns back to lwj with a grin.

please don't notice my traitorous body, please, please, please, lwj prays desperately.

"sorry about that, lan zhan! these guys still only hit about half the kites—oh? do my eyes deceive me?" wwx leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

before lwj can step back to safety, wwx's hand grazes the tips of his ears. end me now.

"my poor dear lan-er-gege, has the yunmeng sun already given you sunburn? your ears are as red as my hair ribbon!" wwx cackles, then grasps his sleeve, tugging him towards the pavilions. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you, lan zhan! shijie should know where to get salves to soothe the stings."

lwj swallows, wanting to collapse right there and then if that wouldn't only add to his mortification. he eyes the lakes. maybe if he could just stay there the entire summer...

[mamoonde]

mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

[mamoonde]

thinking about wcz seeming the "calmer/less reactive" parent (and he usually is) so wwx typically confided in his dad more... until wwx tells his dad "offhandedly" about his cool new friend in school who's really smart and funny and "perfect-looking, honestly" for over an hour, to which, wcz just "hmm"s and "ahh"s and "i see"s from where he's "tinkering w a talisman" (but has actually ruined the paper with huge blobs of ink).

wwx retires to his room with a, "we're gonna be best friends, i can tell!" and wcz chokes out a, "uh-huh, that's nice, a-ying."

and the moment the door closes, wcz dashes out of the study to where cssr is rush-ironing out their formal robes for the conference tomorrow (like he knew she would even though he'd reminded her about it everyday for the past 2 weeks) and blurts out in a panic, "A-YING IS IN LOVE!"

CSSR: He is? Really? And he told you that?? WCZ: Well, no, not exactly, he claims to wanna be this boy's best friend, but- CSSR: so why are you freaking out about this? it's just a friend- WCZ: No, you don't understand, he's your son, he had that look and- CSSR: Hey, what's that supposed to mean?! WCZ: He talked about the boy's 'perfect hair' for 15 mins and every other way he's perfect for the rest of the hour. CSSR: Oh. Huh. He is my son then. Who's the boy? Did he say? Maybe we can look him up! WCZ: No, he didn't, but that's not the point! A-Ying, our baby!!! Is in love!!!?!?!! CSR: And? WCZ: And!! He'll want to marry the boy!!! And move out!!! And never wanna see us again!!!! 😭 CSSR: Hold your horses there, buddy. If they do get married, which I imagine isn't going to be any time soon, I will demand visits, especially with the grandchildren- WCZ: Grandchildren!?!??!?! Nooo, not my baby!!! He's still too young for such things! CSSR: Our boy is almost 20, baba. WCZ: Yes, but he's our boy 🥺 CSSR: And he always will be, but remember, we weren't that much older when we made him- WCZ: Cangse...! CSSR: -and anyway, if you're feeling the empty nest now, we could always make another... 😘 WCZ: 😳 A-ahem. You should, uh. You'll burn our robes again.

Much Later in the Wei Household

CSSR pats WCZ's hand where it lay on her bare stomach. "There, another one cooking."

WCZ snorts. "Your period starts in two days, love, I highly doubt it."

"Spoilsport." CSSR blows a raspberry at him, then sighs with a smug smile. "Wait 'til I tell Qiren about this! We may not be Lans, but we Weis do fall pretty hard, you know." She boops his nose.

WCZ smiles. "That we do."

[mamoonde]

if wwx were a public figure (like a legit science/physics geek with a phd who organizes science festivals/makes fun sci experiments on ytb) ppl would have a lot of fun making parody accts of him always mooning over olympic medalist figure skater lwj

wwx complains that he doesn't sound THAT much of a simp, except his followers come at him with receipts - videos of interviews where he brings up lwj unasked/unrelatedly - videos of panels where he gushes abt lwj's quad jumps - timeline-span tweets of his rts of lwj fan accts

even his own phd colleagues who had to peer-review his latest article come at him with snippets of the heavily edited out paper where they had to remove chunks of anecdotes feat. lwj

wwx is a good sport tho and thanks the fan accts who supply him with HD photos of lwj mid-jump / during rehearsals one follower makes a fanart of "the universe accdg to wwx" and it's a collection of galaxies that form a picture of lwj and wwx rts it and asks permission to print

one of them goes to far tho, tweeting: "i am (wwx is) a flat earther bcuz my world is lwj's ass" wwx screencaps the twt "1 that is factually untrue on many accts. 2 only I can talk abt my husband's ass." then blocks acct. lwj fans also mass block and report the acct

hd photos of lwj's "not flat" ass floods the tl. it even trends. lwj's ears burn the whole time that week's family dinner. its ok wwx eats him out for a long time that week. also maybe lwj wears those ass-emphasizing leggings to rehearsals that week 😏🤭

[mamoonde]

continuation of part 1

Wei Ying doesn't get the green light from Wen Qing. He doesn't get the chance to.

Even with the cursed item of dubious origins -- er, well, more dubious than usual -- stored under Wei Ying's best containment talismans and protective arrays, he can feel dark tendrils of resentment energy leaking, hissing in his ears.

He ends up closing the shop early, hours before sunset. He puts up more heavy duty protective talismans (albeit self-made, not that they've failed him before) around the shop's walls, doors and windows. Just in time too, as the seals around the puzzle box barely light up anymore on his phone.

Oddly enough, nothing happens either other than pin drop silence.

Well, that's not creepy at all. Wei Ying thinks.

The puzzle box is fairly simple to solve. A twist of the odd knob, a camouflaged panel that slides into an invisible latch, and a couple other easy tricks before the top unlocks with a loud clack.

Wei Ying barely has time to brace himself before darkness engulfs the shop.

"Fuck!"

Having encountered more than his fair share of cursed objects, things filled with resentment, Wei Ying knows what to expect. The ice needles digging in his veins; the heaviness driving his heart to the pit of his stomach; despair that's his and isn't seeping into his bones. He's used to hearing the voices of corrupted souls attached, echoes of the strangers passed, wailing in his head. Those are pretty much par for the course.

He isn't prepared to feel them a thousandfold over, all at once. Nor is he prepared for the strange, bone-chilling feeling of familiarity.

Welcome back, master.

A thousand voices hiss and croon and purr and growl in unison, and it's creepy as fuck.

What the fuck are you?

Inside, sits an iron tiger amulet, nestled in faded silk. Innocuous enough, except, it looks like a replica of the Yin Tiger Seal. It's worn and frankly crudely hewn, clearly not the work of a master toolmaker. For the purported source of evil and chaos that once had the cultivation world in near shambles, it sure doesn't look it.

But given what just happened, Wei Ying doesn't think it's just a mere replica.

In fact, this might really just be the real deal.

(And he's not a fan of the mocking way they call him 'master' either. Yeah, that doesn't seem to bode well for him.)

[mamoonde]

don't you just love the idea of recluse wei wuxian chopping wood deep in the forest living his cottagecore life, while out in the city, the country's top engineers are losing their minds trynna contact him to work on some ancient complex system he designed when he was bored & 16

young engineer genius wwx coming into the scene all cocky cuz he rlly is the sht, except he hated politics and that ended up biting him in the ass (no thanks to good ol' money and nepotism) until he was burned out, spat out and forgotten by the industry

young lwj, who sucks at politics so badly not even his pedigree can completely save him, is the capable team lead sent to find the legendary wei, expecting to find some old rickety man he'll have to speak slowly to, to get him to decode this ancient script

and getting the boner shock of his life when he turns up to the address in the middle of nowhere, and sees this ruggedly handsome man not THAT old, hair long and in a messy ponytail, half naked with an old ratty shirt tied around is waist, chest gleaming with sweat 😳😳🥵🥵

wwx: *chops wood, all sweaty, chest heaving, abs gleaming, muscles flexing with every swing* lwj: 🧍‍♂️ wwx: you lost kid? lwj, inwardly:

[mamoonde]

modern au for cssr x wcz

where cssr is a touring pop indie artist and one night after a set where she performed brooklyn baby (lana del rey) in a bar/club, wcz the bartender serves her drink and asks, "is your boyfriend really cool?"

cssr blinks, gives him a (slow) once over, smiles.

"depends. are you?"

mama wei got soooooooo much game i just know it. she knew it, wielded it, killed (metaphorically) with it.

baba wei got game. didn't know it. didn't flaunt it. poured delicious cocktails w his sleeves rolled up his forearms and a genial smile and assumed everybody else got the same insane amount of tips every night.

cssr chatted wcz up, and wcz responded in kind without expectation. when a persistent guy wouldn't take the hint, less so the blunt 'no,' wcz deftly deals with him with a mere forbidding look and even (dangerous) tone.

cssr took him home that night.

wcz thought that was it. and was proven wrong.

cssr kept coming back, night after night, even when she didn't have to perform, reveling in doing the chasing for once.

wcz thought cssr who lived that kind of wild carefree lifestyle couldn't possibly 'settle' for a guy like him. and yet cssr is sooooooooooo gone for him.

some spurned loser: you know she's just playing with you, right? cssr will never be tied down, least of all by you

wcz: thank you for your concern, but i'm afraid you're not my type. and i would be a fool to even think about tying cangse down. she loves being a free spirit and i wouldn't change her for the world

cssr: marry me

🔞 later in wcz's apartment 🔞

wcz breaks off their kiss. "you could have any man... why me?"

"can't i just want you? don't you want me too?" cssr pouts playfully, tugging at his hair.

wcz gives in and kisses her again. "you can. i do. so much." he says between kisses.

and then they don't speak again until they're both undressed on wcz's bed, cssr straddling wcz with him deep inside her.

"those men only want to own me, control me--" cssr gasps. "make me a trophy to display at home. but you," she rolls her hips. "you're not like them. you wouldn't do that."

she revels in the way he looks at her, like he sees right through to her soul. not some work of art display or land to conquer; just her.

wcz lets her set the pace, then lifts her off him by the hips and just holds her there. "are you calling me weak?" he tugs her nipple with his teeth.

cssr squeaks then tugs at his head.

"nooo, you know what i mean!" she whines, kicking her feet when he keeps holding her still with just the tip of him inside her.

she retaliates by clenching her walls, rolling her hips and sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear.

their little game continues until neither of them can keep any semblance of rhythm, devolving into a relentless chase to the end.

"you really won't tie me down, a-ze?" cssr pants against his lips.

"not unless you want me to." wcz says, still rubbing her clit, wet with their spend, until cssr shudders again.

~~ end of nsfw bit ~~~

they stay like that for a while, catching their breaths against sweaty skin. then cssr blows a raspberry into wcz's chest.

"should i be offended that you won't even try?" she says dryly.

"i will not do anything you don't want." wcz looks her in the eyes. cssr flushes with an eep! then looks down, tracing his clavicle.

"so if i say i want to keep traveling?"

wcz holds her wrist, pressing her palm to his heart. "then i will say, where to?"

"you'd come with me?"

"if you'd let me."

"what if i lose my voice?" cssr asks later as wcz washes her hair.

"then we'll take sign language classes and i'll work extra until you can find a new job."

"what if i get old and wrinkly and all my hair turns grey?" cssr asks while they're shopping for groceries.

"then people will finally believe me when i say i've been had by a cougar." wcz says while placing a jar of cssr's favorite peanut butter brand in the cart.

cssr squawks and smacks his arm with a bag of gummy bears.

"a-se, no one will believe your age with the way you act." wcz deadpans, then kisses her forehead. "if it bothers you, we can dye your hair to match mine, or mine to match yours."

"hmm, i do think you'd look cool with silver hair." cssr says, then challenges, "what if i want us to get pink hair?"

"then we'll both get pink hair dye."

.

.

.

"what if i'm no longer beautiful?" cssr asks as they settle in for bed. "will you still love me?"

"it's a good thing i don't love you for just your looks then," wcz says then kisses her pout away with a smile. "i will always love you no matter what you look like. my love is always beautiful."

cssr smiles and kisses him softly.

"good answer!" she chirps then turns on her back. "'cuz in four months, my belly will pop and my ankles will be swollen, and in eight months, i won't even be able to see them! but you still need to tell me i'm pretty, okay?"

"yes, yes, you're pretty," wcz mumbles half asleep... then blinks awake. "...wait. cangse?"

cssr hums. "good night, baby daddy."

then she conks out.

wcz blinks, and blinks again. he starts counting.

"what."

he counts again. fuck, they hadn't used any protection that first time, did they? neither did he use a condom that one time at the bar... or that other night... oh.

oh.

wcz doesn't sleep for a long time.

when morning comes, cssr wakes to wcz curled up against her waist, hand on her belly.

"silly changze, the baby's still just a pea!"

she smiles dopily. yep, this one's a keeper.

the end

eight months and twenty years later, wwx asks his parents about their love story to deflect from his own love woes, does the math, and realizes they conceived him the night they met:

[mamoonde]

science guy wwx x figure skater lwj au

imagining physicist wwx. Professor of Physics wwx who organizes all these science festivals where he invites scientists and specialists to panels that Everyone can join and make science more accessible and easy to understand...meeting the most beautiful man skating in the park

olympic gold medalist figure figure skater lwj skating in a public park even tho he got kicked out of the rink to Take a Break meets this beautiful man trying to skate while talking himself thru the motion theories and when he falls, laughing with the kids watching, lwj falls too

wwx is just brimming with genuine love and interest for his field and lwj is just instantly enraptured, incapable of not listening, and even tho he barely has interest, watching and listening to wwx makes it so Interesting and wonderful--

later, when lxc gives him his latest batch of fanmail and a summary of the crowd reaction from his last program, new and old fans of fs talking about how his genuine love for fs made them fall in love with him and fs too -- lwj gets it now.

as for wwx, he's incredibly charmed having someone who not only /lets/ him ramble about his niche discoveries, but also genuinely listens enough to ask thoughtful questions, that in turn inspire him with new points of view of looking at things.

and when said someone is Particularly Beautiful Beautiful man, who isn't shy at all about giving him sincere verbal affirmations... well, it just really isn't good for his heart, but he can't stop coming back for more.

and then of course, as in bunnxianluvsu's thread (which started this whole shebang for me), there's the hilarity of wwx's friends and family belatedly realizing wwx's shiny new boyfriend is THE lan wangji of the figure skating world...

lwj's family, coaches and trainers torn between exasperation, frustration and gratitude because lwj having a boyfriend means he's now sometimes not as in top condition as he was before; but when he /skates/. well. he's Very inspired and passionate about it which is. fine, not Bad

jc, 3 secs from pulling out his hair over their weekly family dinner: DO YOU EVEN /KNOW/ WHAT YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES FOR A LIVING!??!?!? wwx: he says he skates sometimes! and sometimes coaches the children's skating lessons during the summer in gusu! isn't he the best?

later, as wwx devolves into another rambling session over something lwj did or said that was incredibly funny, "he's so knowledgeable in figure skating and also really secretly bitchy about the !5U, he's hilarious--":

also hilarious when wwx holds a smaller master lecture - the first lwj can witness (which is also a marvel, being in the sidelines and watching another master in his own element, watching wwx rouse a crowd with words) - and when a kid on the 2nd row falls asleep, lwj is Furious

wwx: ah, forget about it, that's par for the course honestly, for this particular subject matter - hehe, get it? cuz it's one on dark matter hehe lwj, still scowling: nonetheless, it was Rude. lwj, inwardly: how could ANYONE find wei ying boring?! what an ingrate...!

3 years of marriage later, lxc messages lwj abt a tiny piece on the newspaper - an article about wwx winning a nobel peace prize - captioned, "is this our wwx???? he's a big deal?????" lwj, smug, "yes, that's My wwx. i told you. wwx is Special."

the first family dinner they have right after, lwj spends the whole time "subtly" gloating about it, how wwx IS as famous as lwj is wwx: aiya, you're still more famous than i am! more kids would rather watch the most beautiful and the GOAT, lwj skate than listen to me ramble!

wwx: which they should! cuz lwj is truly the best--! jc: god someone please get them to STOP nmj passing money to lxc: that was cheating, you practically goaded your brother; we could've at least gotten through dessert before he got started lxc: whatever you say a-jue

wangxian had been dating for a year and living together for 6 mos. of that before wwx finally realizes just what his boyfriend does for a living. and no, it wasn't when he found lwj's olympic gold medal while wwx was rooting through lwj's sock drawer for something or other.

(which at that time he'd thought was a prop??? some inside joke kind of replica????)

no, it was when, on a rare day off (where wwx was banned from the lab for holing up in there for 72 hours when he was supposed to be on mandatory leave), wwx finally turns up the news to find his boyfriend answering questions in a very formal very live press conference.

it takes wwx 5 mins of ogling his boyfriend all made up, so handsome, In A Suit, before he processes the headline: NATION'S REPRESENTATIVE OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST LWJ PREPARING FOR WINTER GAMES

(which, he knew lwj was leaving for work related to the olympics, but he didn't know it was AS A COMPETITOR - AND AS THE DEFENDING CHAMPION AT THAT!??!!?!?!!??!?!? LIKE, LAN ZHAN IS AMAZING WBK, BUT?!??!?!?!? HE'S DATING AN OLYMPIAN????? LAN ZHAN????????)

and Then, someone asks about lwj's new program. "i cannot say much detail, but i have been very inspired lately by cosmology - my partner has taught me a lot about matter and anti-matter, the various theories, and the wonder of its mystery. i dedicate my free skate to him."

wwx, in his boxers and one of lwj's older shirts, sitting in their shared living room with his red face in his hands: "y..yaep. yaeh... that's my lan zhan...lan zhannnnn"

and it's not like wwx is dense or dumb. he just has very niche interests and a near-obsessive, singular focus on these very niche and choice interests. but he does know how to put 2 and 2 together, very quickly when he notices them.

5 mos ago when lwj kept asking him about his last panel on anti-matter theories. the kids' idolization of lwj. the rigorous training lwj goes through. the couple of competitions lwj had left for a few days at a time (he'd thought as a coach!).

and knowing lwj, it's not so much as him actively keeping it from him, but rather that lwj rlly isn't one to talk about his achievements, fame and status. "gusu lan won again" probably meant /lwj/ won again. and wwx just replied with "oh yea? that's nice, as expected of my lz"

on the spot, wwx makes a few calls to his department (who is relieved and more than a little surprised that wwx finally decided to spend his vacation leaves) and his research assistants. he sends vicious messages to his siblings (YOU GUYS KNEW?!? HOW CLD YOU NOT TELL MEEEE?!?!?"

and then he fixes himself up and waits for lwj to come home.

lwj comes home, mentally exhausted as most media days always tend to leave him. except this time, there's a little more relief to coming home, because he knows wei ying will be waiting for him there.

wwx is not waiting for him there. or well, he's not waiting barefoot in the kitchen like he'd promised to this morning.

instead, wwx is staring up at the lwj skating his short program for sochi 2014 with the same starry-eyed, slack-jawed expression he wore when lwj did a tiny double toe loop at the public park on their first date.

(he'd been immediately scolded by the guard but that same expression on wwx's face had been worth it) lwj feels his ears heat up, though most of his embarrassment is taken over by slight trepidation.

he'd known from the moment they met that wwx had no interest or much knowledge about figure skating - he barely even knew how to skate. and though lwj never really talked about his career, he /has/ mentioned it to wwx, who seemed to have taken it in stride...

on screen, lwj's short program comes to a close, the camera focusing on the overwhelmed tears lwj had thought he'd managed to completely hide. wwx sniffles a little and lwj offers him his handkerchief. "wei ying...? are you oka--"

wwx jumps a foot of the couch with a screech. "LAN ZHAN!" lwj flinches a little. "YOU SCARED ME!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU COME BACK?!?!"

"just a few minutes..." truthfully, lwj's starting to feel a little miffed, the stress of the day catching up with him, and not a single hug or kiss from wwx in sight. "--ah, no, that's not it," wwx groans into his hands.

"aiyaa i lost track of time, this wasn't how it was supposed to go." wwx laments before launching himself out of the couch, wrapping arms and legs around lwj.

lwj inwardly thanks his core training for keeping him steady, and letting him enjoy having wwx in his arms.

instantly, all the tension eases from his shoulders and disappears completely when wwx pulls away to kiss him deep and slow.

"lan zhan, i missed you so much." wwx says in between pecks all over lwj's face. lwj hums in agreement. it truly was a long day.

"poor you," wwx says, rubbing circles at his temple and beneath his eyes. lwj barely resists the urge to purr. "were the press people mean to you?"

"not any more difficult than usual." lwj says, depositing the both of them on the couch.

then lwj pauses, wondering if he'd mentioned to wwx that today was indeed a press day...

"well, you know who's been mean to me?" wwx pulls away. "my whole family and friends, and even my own boyfriend!"

wwx pokes at his chest before lwj can even get a word in. "that's right, even my own boyfriend!"

"i--"

"why didn't you tell me you were famous?!?" wwx grasps him by the shirt and shakes him, wailing, "ALL THIS TIME I'VE BEEN DATING A CELEBRITY!!!"

"i am not--"

"lan zhaaan, you get featured on TV and lots of people know you, and you've got people idolizing you!"

"wei ying is the same." wwx gives him an unimpressed look. "that's not the same, and you know it. i'm not the one breaking world records every competition!"

"i do not break world records every competition." lwj replies dryly.

"lan zhaaan, that's not the point!" wwx kicks his legs in the air. "my boyfriend turns out to be a very important person and i didn't even know about it - i haven't been treating you right at all!"

"in what ways has wei ying not treated me right?" lwj tugs wwx closer by the wrists. "have you ever harmed or abused me in any way? have you ever treated me unkindly or with disrespect?"

"of course not, but that's basic human decency!" wwx says. "i should've been spoiling you!"

"and am i not spoiled with wei ying's affection every day?" lwj asks. wwx pouts. "the only way i want to be treated is as wei ying's partner - not as a celebrity or someone to worship - but as wei ying's equal."

"aiyaa, what have i said about those words of yours! have mercy on my poor heart." wwx whines, before kissing him again, and lwj knows he's won.

"i still think you deserve better..."

"i could say the same to wei ying." lwj says.

"my boyfriend is also an important figure in his industry, and has contributed greatly, making history with his many accomplishments." lwj says, immensely enjoying the deep flush creeping up wwx's face and neck.

"lan zhaaan, you don't play fair," wwx whines.

“i’m still bummed i had to find out through your press con - by /accident/!” wwx huffs later, after dinner and dessert featuring all of lwj’s favorites, and then Dessert...

“i truly did not mean to keep it from you.” lwj kisses his temple in apology. “i thought you knew.”

"i know," wwx blows a raspberry into lwj's nipple. lwj jolts and he grins with an apology kiss.

"at first, i did enjoy wei ying not knowing about me." lwj admits. "it was...a relief. there was no pressure."

"having all that attention, must be tough on you, huh." wwx laments.

"mm..." lwj hums, and wwx waits.

"but then, when i attended that conference with you, and saw you in your element - i wanted you to see me, too." lwj admits.

"oh, lan zhan," wwx rises so he can look into lwj's eyes. "i want to see you, too. i want to be part of your world, too"

"that's why i'm going with you to the olympics - and every event that puts you on ice, for that matter!" wwx says. "i want to see you doing what you love."

and lwj melts, the lines of his face softening into that rare but beautiful smile wwx loves so much.

"i would love that."

[mamoonde]

more headcanons from the ancient magus bride wangxian au

✨ lan zhan takes wei ying out for a ride in his dragon form, once. wei ying just needles lan zhan to take him to town for groceries via dragon flight every week after that. and the "occasional" errand. and sight seeing trip. lan zhan usually agrees.

✨ a few times, 14 year old half dragon lan zhan gets nabbed by some unhinged/cocky poachers who want his dragon parts for money. the yiling laozu always comes to save him, all menacing shadow monster of death. lan zhan secretly likes these, cuz wei ying gets clingy for a while after, always insisting on carrying him home and fussing over him (even though he's totally fine, he's not even scared at this point).

✨ the yiling laozu in his more human form is Attractive. very attractive. which is bad because he's also naturally charismatic, so all this means is that he attracts more people. which lan zhan hates, particularly when people - humans, especially - start thinking it's okay to flirt back. or get touchy. or too close. errands in towns had been hell because of this when lan zhan was a pre-teen. especially when the yiling laozu chooses a more adult appearance.

✨ one time someone tries to go after the yiling laozu, lan zhan loses control of his dragon powers in public for the first time. it's a good thing they were in a remote cemetery. and that it was late autumn; the sudden snow storm was only slightly difficult to explain. global warming, ykno?

[mamoonde]

continuation of part 1

Wei Ying doesn't get the green light from Wen Qing. He doesn't get the chance to. 

Even with the cursed item of dubious origins -- er, well, more dubious than usual -- stored under Wei Ying's best containment talismans and protective arrays, he can feel dark tendrils of resentment energy leaking, hissing in his ears.

He ends up closing the shop early, hours before sunset. He puts up more heavy duty protective talismans (albeit self-made, not that they've failed him before) around the shop's walls, doors and windows. Just in time too, because the sealing pouch he’d stored the box in looks decidedly faded. He’ll have to make a new one after this.

The puzzle box is fairly simple to solve. A twist of the odd knob, a camouflaged panel that slides into an invisible latch, and a couple other easy tricks before the top unlocks with a loud clack.

Oddly enough, nothing happens either other than pin drop silence.

Well, that's not creepy at all. Wei Ying thinks.

Wei Ying barely has time to brace himself before darkness engulfs the shop.

"Fuck!"

Having encountered more than his fair share of cursed objects, things filled with resentment, Wei Ying knows what to expect. The ice needles digging in his veins; the heaviness driving his heart to the pit of his stomach; despair that's his and isn't seeping into his bones. He's used to hearing the voices of corrupted souls attached, echoes of the strangers passed, wailing in his head. Those are pretty much par for the course.

What he isn't prepared for is the sheer magnitude of resentment that buffets him. Nor is he prepared for the strange, bone-chilling feeling of familiarity he gets from it. 

Welcome back, master.

A thousand voices hiss and croon and purr and growl in unison, and it's creepy as fuck. 

“What the fuck are you?”

Do you want revenge once more?

“What? No! What are you talking about?”

You’re so weak now, don’t you want power? We can make you powerful once more—

Wei—

Untouchable

—Make everyone fear you—

Wu—

Invincible

—Obey you—

Xian—

Kill everyone who did this to yo—

“Shut up!” Wei Ying shouts through the din.

Immediately, the shop flickers back into view, a ringing silence filling the space. Wei Ying’s head pounds; his nose and cheek feel wet. When he rubs at it, the back of his hand comes away with dark blood stains. Belatedly, he realizes he’s on the floor, the puzzle box open in his bare hands. When had he taken off his gloves…?

Inside, sits an iron tiger amulet, barely the size of his fist, nestled in faded silk. 

Innocuous enough, except, it looks like a replica of the Yin Tiger Seal. It's worn and frankly crudely hewn, clearly not the work of a master toolmaker. For the purported source of evil and chaos that once had the cultivation world in near shambles, it sure doesn't look it.

But given what just happened, Wei Ying doesn't think it's just a mere replica.

In fact, this might really just be the real deal.

[mamoonde]

city boy jin ling gets grounded for the summer after getting in a school fight. he's sent to weird uncle wei's raggedy farm in the yiling countryside to 'learn some humility.'

and who else does he see at the farm? the same mouthy kid who got him in trouble in the first place!

also jin ling swears the animals are out to get him. especially the rooster.

jingyi is also extremely bummed that the one time he finally gets to go to sizhui's cool dad's farm, he STILL has to deal with the spoiled jin brat!

sizhui just wanted peace :') and more time with his baba whom he missed. but he knows baba has also been itching to bond with is not-cousin, so.

(if he were honest tho, it'd be funnier seeing them both run around screaming from excited chickens and sheep if it didn't mean more work for him 🙃)

ouyang zizhen is somewhere in here. as like, the neighbor's kid or smth. son of the sellers baba supplies to. or smth.

[mamoonde]

dadxian who has a tattoo over the long jagged scar on his belly. a tattoo which facinates 2 y/o a-yuan, who's been told that's where he sprouted.

(it's not. but it made a-yuan turn from teary eyed breakdown to starry eyed awe, so. whatever works.)

a-yuan likes to look and rub the pretty tattoo-scar. and so, it has become a thing that if a-yuan needs extra comfort or has been especially good, he gets "tummy time." which is nice and all when they're at home.

but then one time, they go to the big city to buy a-yuan's Big School stuff, and after a solid three hours of keeping close to his baba and not wandering off or asking to buy new toys or asking to be carried, a-yuan deems he Deserves some tummy time.

"—we'll just pay for these at the cashier then we'll be off to lunch and—"

"Tummy Time!" A-Yuan declares, sticking his hand up Wei Ying's shirt. In public. In the middle of the long queue to the cashier. At the big stationary store.

Of course at that exact moment, the tall, broad-shouldered guy in front of him turns around. And makes eye contact. (And eye-to-tummy contact.)

It takes another moment for wei ying to realize he actually Recognizes the man.

"Wei Ying...?"

...And that Lan Zhan, his highschool crush and maybe-friend, also recognizes him, too.

embarrassingly, their drawn out staring is cut off by a pointed cough and the woman at the cashier calling out, "next!" in that tone that suggests she's been calling for a while.

The whole time, A-Yuan still has his hand up Wei Ying's shirt, patting and pinching at his soft belly where his fave part of the tattoo is.

By the time they finish ringing up all of A-Yuan's new school stuff, Wei Ying finds Lan Zhan still waiting for them outside the store.

"Would you like to have lunch together?" Lan Zhan asks first. Wei Ying is too surprised to do anything but say yes.

"Pretty gege eat with us?"

Wei Ying barks out a laugh. "Yes, it seems so! Why don't you introduce yourself to the pretty gege?"

A-Yuan finally releases his grip on Wei Ying's stretched out shirt to wave shyly up at Lan Zhan.

"Hi, I'm A-Yuan and I'm baba's. Are you baba's too?"

Wei Ying, who has been enjoying watching Lan Zhan's ears turn red at being called pretty gege, now takes his turn with embarrassment.

"Ah aha A-Yuan, not all people I know are mine—"

"Mn." Lan Zhan cuts in. "I am Lan Zhan, Wei Ying's friend."

Friend. Yes, that's what they were.

Over the course of lunch, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan catch up:

No, Wei Ying didn't die in that notorious car crash like the rumors may have implied.

But yeah, that may have been the last straw that broke the Jiang family apart — tho therapy and jiejie have been working in making him believe it wasn't his fault.

Lan Zhan has become an editor at a major publishing house.

Neither of them are married. (through a long, winding explanation cut off multiple times awkwardly)

By dessert, it's also apparent that Lan Zhan has a sweet tooth and a soft spot for children. Especially ones with A-Yuan's level of cuteness.

Wei Ying watches in awe as the two devour their own slices of chocolate cake with equal enthusiasm (if more grace, on Lan Zhan's part).

Needless to say, A-Yuan gets attached to his shiny new pretty gege who treats him to more sweets and toys after lunch.

Wei Ying's protests are all ignored, if not absolutely gutted by not one, but TWO 🥺 pitiful 🥺 somehow identical pouts every time he tries.

Somehow, by the end of the day – much later than Wei Ying had planned – he and A-Yuan go home with Lan Zhan's contact details and a promise to meet with Lan Zhan again.

The meetings turn from once or twice a month to weekly, then with an addition of nightly video calls.

What first had been calls dominated by A-Yuan's latest art exhibit exclusive to Zhan-gege, becomes more and more filled with one-on-one chats between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan.

Long story short, A-Yuan soon gains a diedie 🥰

Unfortunately, his diedie's belly is too hard; baba remains his exclusive go-to for Tummy Time.

Until he hits 8 and is apparently too much of a "pre-teenager" by then for Tummy Time.

It's ok. Lan Zhan never misses out Tummy Time.

The End 🥰

(of another This-Wasn't-Supposed-To-Be-A-Thead)

ALSO thought more and more abt Wei Ying's scar tattoo and thought of the scar being drawn like a crack from which a fiery nine-tailed-fox leaps out of, and from which lotus stems also grow out of like a gnarly portal sprouting beautiful/cute things

and then over the years little tidbits inspired by A-Yuan & LWJ also get added:

little colored stars shooting out

a small pair of bunnies cuddling on one of the lotus pads

[mamoonde]

clj got me thinking about what if...

post cql canon, while wwx is still in his in-denial rogue cultivator phase, near his death anniversary, hgj goes on a nighthunt to fight a powerful dream demon that makes him believe wwx was dead again...

and so lwj chooses to remain in the dream where wwx is alive and in love with him

the panicked juniors manage to send off a flare when hgj falls prey to the dream demon.

luckily wwx is nearby.

because the dream demon managed to root itself in hgj's core, they have to get hgj to expel it from his own mind and meridians for them to completely destroy it.

ofc wwx is the one who enters hgj's dreamscape to try and wake him.

what horrible nightmare could be so paralyzing or sweet dream so tempting to hold the likes of hgj so tightly?

wwx assumes perhaps it may be about his mother?

he's prepared to see smth extremely personal and private that he swears to forget completely once they wake.

he is not prepared to see himself - a dream version of himself - making out in a field of bunnies with hgj in his lap.

and then the dream shifts, and the dream version of himself is having dinner with lwj in the jingshi, dressed in lan robes too large for him.

lwj has the most blissed out expression on his face, with the gently upturned lips and subtly gleaming eyes.

dream!wwx is taking turns feeding himself and lwj, his other hand twisting its fingers around lwj's forehead ribbon.

it's.

it's everything wwx wants and seeing it all play out like this sends a deep ache in his chest.

he watches as the most domestic and even raunchy fantasies he tried his hardest not to think of in the presence of lwj, play out with lwj all too willing, all too happy in them, looking like.

like he loves wwx back.

oh no. wwx must've slipped under the dream demon's spell too!

but if that were true, then lwj would be looking at him, not a dream version of him, right...?

still, wwx refused to give it any further thought. what was most important now was to cut out the dream demon's seed before it drains lwj's energy.

seeds were usually hidden in the most precious objects of the dream.

a prized heirloom. a deeply personal trinket.

a beloved pet. a mother's child.

a person's lover.

wwx watches dream!wwx wrap lwj in an intimate embrace, its eyes gleam black as it looks right at wwx.

dream!wwx smirks over lwj's shoulder as his hand wanders, mouth kissing up lwj's neck, licks at lwj's flushed ear.

wwx burns hot, shaking with rage.

he shouldn't—lwj is too—he has no /right/ to—

wwx doesn't realize he's moved until steel meets his own conjured sword.

lwj raises bichen up against wwx. the fake wwx smirks at him behind lwj.

"wei ying...?" lwj's brows furrow, eyes slowly focusing on him.

"lan zhan--!"

"--don't listen! it's a dream demon, lan zhan." dream!wwx cuts him off.

lwj looks back at him and then around them. his gaze passes right over wwx, as though he doesn't see him.

"this is a dream."

and just like that, the idyllic dreamscape around them melts and grows dark.

"of course it's a dream," dream!wwx croons, his robes turning dark and stained with blood and dirt, hair loose and unkempt. lwj pales, bichen dropping to the ground. "i am already dead, remember?"

"lan zhan, don't listen to it!" wwx yells. the ground between him and lwj splits and wwx darts forward. "i'm here, lan zhan!"

but lwj is not listening. "...wei ying is..."

the skies crackle with lightning and the echo of a thousand voices: "the yiling laozu wei wuxian is dead!"

lwj sinks to his knees.

"lan zhan ah, lan zhan," dream!wwx sighs crouching to cradle lwj's face. "the dream doesn't have to end. we can stay here and be together, be married and hidden away from the world..."

a meadow of gentians grows beneath them, the skies clear once more.

lwj looks at dream!wwx, now the way he looked that day in yiling. "i won't go away anymore."

"no, lan zhan, i'm here! i came back!" wwx leaps across the widening fissure between them and nearly gets pushed back by shrubbery and trees shooting up from the ground.

lwj looks up and wwx thinks he actually sees /him/ for a moment. "wei ying...?"

dream!wwx yanks him forward. "right here, lan zhan. but only if we stay here, love. here, in our dreams, i'll stay with you forever."

lwj swallows.