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colorsunlikeanythingseen · 1 year ago

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The thing about Jin Guangyao and Wei Wuxian is that if they completely swapped lives almost nothing about their character would change. Jin Guangyao would still be a ruthless people pleasing politician and Wei Wuxian would still attempt the impossible. It's the world around them that would change.

This idea is forms the base of a fic I want to someday write.

The fist change is JGY's introduction to Lotus Pier. Since like WWX he was raised on the streets JGY has a deathly fear of dogs. Unlike WWX he is a good actor and unwilling to do anything that rocks the boat with the Jiang family so he (rather poorly) pretends that his fear isn't that bad. This means that the dogs aren't leaving. Which is really really bad for JGY so he had to get rid of the source of his fear. First he tries and fails to convince JC to not bring the dogs near him. Clearly there is only one option left to him. Killing those puppies. So yeah JGY poisons those dogs.

When considering JGY's relationship with the Jiang family we must remember that this is the man that killed Jin Guangshan and his martial brother Nie Mingjie. He is absolutely ruthless when it comes to revenge and is willing to go to any length to acquire political power. In short within a day of meeting Madam Yu he is already contemplating how to kill her. Within a week he loathes Jiang Cheng. In a month he is plotting how to take over Lotus Pier.

Luckily for everyone he understands that it is going to take a lot of time to pull this off and is willing to bide his time. His first objective is to become the first disciple and gain all of Lotus Pier's respect. He is not going to become 'like family' to the Jiangs.

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Meanwhile WWX is having a far better childhood. His mom is alive and loves him so much. Meng Shi deeply cares for her child's education teaching him how to play the guqin, reading and writing, chess, essentially everything she knows and giving him what cultivational manuals she can find. WWX soaks this all up like a sponge.

He is still from Yiling. I can't change this.

Timeskip!

JGY is headed to the Cloud Recesses and he is going to make so many allies and friends. He can't take over Lotus Pier without some type of outside backing afterall. In the years since coming to Lotus Pier JGY has not gotten closer to JC. If anything their relationship had gotten even worse. Unlike WWX JGY is actively trying to outdo and be better than JC especially in front of Jiang Fengmian. They have a very unfriendly rivalry.

Upon arriving JGY asks Lan Xicheng for some music lesson and if he has any advice for musical cultivation. They quickly become friends. LXC introduces JGY to his friend Nie Mingjue. Nie Mingjue takes a bit longer to warm up to JGY but not much. Eventually even confiding in JGY about his worries on how his older brother Nie Huaisang is leading the clan.

JC meanwhile has made no friends, punched the heir of the Jin Clan in the face, and got sent home in disgrace. Everything is going great for JGY.

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Meanwhile WWX is struggling to figure out cultivation. By talking to rouge cultivators, and consulting unreliable cultivation manuals, WWX has made some progress but he just cannot create a golden core. He just does not have enough information, guidance, or time to focus on it.

Making talismans hasn't gone much better. There just isn't enough information on the process. The talismans he creates are unreliable at best, though he did stumble on how to create a spirit attraction flag.

While he hasn't made much progress on musical cultivation he is an excellent musician and has made money doing that.

His efforts to cultivate have resulted in WWX being able to sense spiritual and resentful energy, mastery of archery, and a somewhat faulty spiritual attraction talisman.

When he hears about fierce corpses ravaging someone's farm he heads over there hoping that he could help a little. He gets a lot more than he bargained for and ends up in a tree with fierce corpses surrounding him. Trying to keep himself awake until morning he starts playing his dizi. Somehow music is effecting the resentful energy of the fierce corpses. After a lot of experimentation and a solid two days in that tree he manages to control the fierce corpses. Which seems useful.

It's weird that not one of the rouge cultivators one mentioned this method of musical cultivation. Not knowing or caring that what he is doing is impossible WWX starts picking up some minor cultivational odd jobs.

Things are looking up.

Archery Contest Time

Neither JC or JGY stop to help Wen Ning at archery. An innocuous action that will have no consequences.

For the first time JGY meets Lan Wangji, Lan XiChing's older and talented brother. He spend a lot of time Nighthunting in remote areas helping out with any spirit no matter how minor or dangerous, because of this he is greatly respected but it is unclear if he will become Sect leader.

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Meanwhile WWX is improving rapidly when it comes to demonic cultivation. He is gaining more and more respect in Yiling and his tailsmans are becoming more and more reliable.

Unfortunately, his Mom is not well. She has coughing spells, getting dizzy, is losing her appetite, and is just keeps getting worse.

He meet and helps out Wen Ning with his archery. Apperently the Wen Clan is setting up a supervisory office in Yiling and his sister is in charge of it. The two of them quickly become friends.

Wen Ning after hearing about Meng Shi's illness brings her to his sister. Not only does she immediately diagnoses the issue Wen Qing gives them the medicine for free as it they wouldn't afford it otherwise. Another action that will have no consequences later.

Xuanwu of the Slaughter

JGY is not getting involved with this shit. The Wen Clan only needs the heir and he is not putting his life on the line for JC. While Jiang Chang is gone he is going to try and convince Jiang Fengming to start preparing for the inevitable Wen invasion. They aren't going to stop with the Cloud Recesses.

While they don't manage to kill it Nie Mingjue and Lan XiChang manage to successfully survive the death turtle.

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Meanwhile Lan Zhan has sucessfully escaped with the clan's scrolls. He is nearly cornered but Wei Wuxian helps him escape. As Lan Zhan is injured he must temporarily hide out with WWX.

Dispite all the horrible things that lead up to this Lan Zhan finds himself almost enjoying this. It's just really nice to talk to Wei Ying. He is smart, funny, kind, good with kids, and really hot.

Lan Zhan teaches WWX the last steps to forming a golden core, and allows him to read the scrolls from cloud recesses. WWX asks so many questions that LWJ has never even considered and somehow managed to control resentful energy. They play duets together.

This is perhaps the worst possible time to get a crush but somehow Lan Zhan does.

Eventually he has to leave. LWJ has to go defend his clan and his brother. With hesitancy he asks WWX to join him. WWX refuses as his Mom isn't fully cured, he owes Wen Ning and Wen Qing, and doesn't have a clan he needs to fight for.

Lan Zhan knew that would likely be his answers and decides to leave the scrolls in WWX's possession where he knows they will be safe. Strangely the strongest reason that WWX is so happy about this is that this mean that Lan Zhan will definitely return to him.

This is the worst time for WWX to ever get a crush.

Jiang Clan invasion

The Wen Clan makes up a different reason to invade.

JGY being the scheming bastard that he is makes a deal with the Wen. The lives of Jiang Fengming and Madam Yu and Lotus Pier for the lives of the disciples, their swords and supplies.

Somehow in the chaos Jiang Cheng loses his core. JGY for sure had nothing to do with this. He also had nothing to do with Jiang Cheng getting maul to death by dogs. After JGY is deathly afraid of dogs and had multiple alibis.

No one suspects anything. JGY get away with murder and is now in charge of the remnants of Lotus Pier. He achieved his dream but he can't celebrated until they win the war against the Wen.

The Sunshot Campaign

Losses are really really heavy without WWX'x corpse army and the war takes far longer. It only ends after Wen Rouhan is assassinated by Nie Huaisang.

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Meanwhile WWX is swamped with work, studying, and inventing.

He finally has a reliable source of information of cultivation and that is doing wonders for WWX inventions and progress. Most of his time is spent night hunting since the sects are too busy killing each other to nighthunt. He gain some renown for this even outside of Yiling.

He is dearly missing Lan Zhan and writes some terrible poetry about it.

Mount BaiFeng Nighthunt

Lan Zhan has not managed to talk much with Wei Wuxian after the war. The met up to take back the scrolls and have been writing letters to each other. But the rebuilding of cloud recesses has taken up much of Lan Zhan's time, so this is the first time that they will be night hunting together.

Lan Zhan is far too nervous about this. He has been on many nighthunts and Wei Ying is now a respected rouge cultivator.

Wei Ying shows up a day early and spends all of that time with Lan Zhang. He is very confident about the night hunt to come and has developed a few new inventions for it.

When the day of the nighthunt comes Wei Ying destroys 80% of the prey of BaiFeng Mountain.

People accuse him of cheating, but Lan Zhan defends him as well as the new leader of the Jiang Sect, JGY. JGY does this out of pure pragmatism immediately noticing the value of WWX's inventions.

WWX gains renown as a cultivator and inventor, sells all of his available talismans and compasses, and gets an offer to join the Jiang Sect (he refuses it). Soon the all the Sects start to rely on his inventions.

The Wen Remnants

Wen Qing asks WWX for help finding her brother.

They do. Things get violent. WWX leaves with 50+ refugees. All per usual.

The main difference is this. The Sects lost almost all of their man power in the war. It would be nearly impossible to maintain their duties without WWX inventions to make up the differences, so no one not even the Jin clan want to make him an enemy for purely economic reasons.

Eventually JGY negotiates a deal. The Wen clan will remain with WWX in return WWX will need to double his supply of compasses and spirit attraction flags to the Sects. This will be easy to do since the Wen remnants will aide him in this task.

And so WWX lives happily ever after with the remnants and his eventual husband Lan Zhan.

JGY also lives happily and no one ever discovers that he killed all of the Jiang family (except Yanil) let alone takes revenge for their deaths.

#mdzs #fics i will never write #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #lan wangji #If JGY were in WWX's shoes he would kill the Jiang family

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 8 months ago

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The Thing You're Dealing

The Waves are Rising and Rising Extra Scene #1

Good news for anyone here interested in getting back into this universe: @little-smartass and I are making good progress on the extras and we're ready to start posting what we've finished 🥰 This one is a very important pre-fic conversation, enjoy!

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The climate in Lanling is relatively mild this time of year, which is a single small mercy for Wen Qing’s situation - her situation being, ultimately, destitution and homelessness.

Her uncle had called for her to treat him in the final weeks of the war, so she had left her brother and family behind in (what she’d believed to be) the relative safety of their small village and ventured into Nightless City, settled in the caldera of a dormant volcano; the heat and heart of Qishan. She’d managed to slip away from the Palace when the Sunshot forces had arrived, suspecting - correctly, as it turned out - that the tide was going to turn in the favour of people who would not be particularly sympathetic to what she had been forced to do to survive.

She’d returned to her village and found it razed to the ground, Wen Ning and the rest of her family gone. The one tiny glimmer of hope that had stopped her from dropping to her knees and sobbing was that she’d found signs of a struggle, but no bodies. They must have either escaped (unlikely, Wen Ning was the only combat-capable person among them) or been taken prisoner.

Thinking about the situation in terms of cold facts made it easier to push down the terror; with the Jiang forces decimated in the attack on Lotus Pier, the Nie warriors having been greatly reduced in the attack on their stronghold, and Cloud Recesses having been burnt down, it would make sense for prisoners to be kept by the far more stable Jin clan.

And so Wen Qing had immediately turned all her focus on travelling to Lanling. On her way she’d sold her golden hairpiece to a merchant who’d been willing to turn a blind eye to her red Wen robes, trading it for food and a nondescript brown cloak and directions. She’d made it to Lanling and found it a sprawling city, loud and bustling and unfriendly to outsiders with no coin. She’d sold and traded what she could for room and board - spending each night listening intently to rumours and gossip and praying desperately to hear word of her family - and when that had run out, she’d been forced to huddle in alleyways like a stray dog, searching for shelter and whatever scraps she could find.

It was hard not to let herself drown in despair. Travelling to Lanling had been a fool’s errand, but what else could she possibly do? She could not give up on her family, her honour and pride and soul would not allow her.

But… what could she possibly do now?

It is during her third week of sleeping on the streets that the man in the cloak approaches her. She is suspicious at first (a drunken man had approached her on her second night, leering and leaning a little too close, admiring her large eyes and heart-shaped face, and after she had scared him off, she’d begun wearing her hood up at all times to avoid that kind of attention), but when he crouches and she’s able to see his features beneath his hood, she’s shocked to realise she recognises him.

Last time the two had met, they’d both been trapped inside the dome of Wei Wuxian’s protective ward, and the boy had wailed and clutched at Jiang Wanyin’s sleeve as the fierce corpses had closed in on them. Before that, she’d seen him around Cloud Recesses, at the lectures, cheerful and talkative with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was Nie Huaisang, younger brother of the wrathful Chifeng-zun, and friend of the Jiangs.

“Wen-daifu,” he says quietly, offering her a smile that is probably meant to be reassuring. “May I speak with you?”

Despite everything, the use of daifu to address her warms her to him; the time she has spent destitute and alone has been a miserable blow to the remains of her pride. Still, she does not trust him. He is a Nie. All Nies hate Wens. What could the sect heir possibly have to say to her? Her throat is sore and aching and her voice would likely fail her, so she settles instead for shooting him her best glare.

He flinches (she has had many years of experience in intimidating little brothers) but rallies. “I mean you no harm, I promise - I am interested in your professional medical opinion, that’s all. And I’ll pay you well for it!”

She is… intrigued. How can she not be? Even if she weren’t, the money would be a good incentive.

“If you come with me to the inn on the next street, we can share a meal whilst I ask my questions. I’ll even pay you upfront if you want. How does that sound?”

Wen Qing licks her dry, cracked lips. It sounds good. Her stomach gurgles on cue, and Nie Huaisang’s awkward smile turns into a grin. Wen Qing lifts her chin with a scowl at his amusement, but does eventually climb to her feet and follow him around the corner to the inn. Nie Huaisang pays for a small private side room for them to dine in, and when they enter, carefully presses a privacy talisman to the back of the door.

Nie Huaisang attempts to make smalltalk, but Wen Qing sits in stony silence until the pot of tea arrives. She does her best not to glug it down with the true desperation she feels, though it is only after three cups that she can bring herself to pause and take a breath.

She is warm. She has quenched her thirst. There is a comfortable cushion beneath her and the promise of food on its way - and more importantly, a purse of money sitting beside her on the table that will help her continue her desperate search for her family.

For the first time in quite a long while, she lets herself relax a little. She places her cup down and levels her gaze evenly at Nie Huaisang across the table. “Ask your questions, Nie-gongzi.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes flicker towards the privacy talisman on the door, before flicking back to her. “I am asking these questions in strict secrecy.”

Wen Qing snorts, raising an eyebrow, “I am not exactly active in jianghu society nowadays. I do not have anyone to tell your secrets.”

“I need you to help my brother,” Nie Huaisang admits. “Since the war, things have gotten… considerably worse.”

“Gongzi,” Wen Qing says, unable to hold back her incredulity, “your brother hates my family. He is famous for it. What makes you think he will be interested in my help? Does Qinghe not have its own doctors?”

Nie Huaisang leans in, eyes suddenly burning with a serious conviction she has never seen on his face before. “He will take your help because none of our doctors have been able to do anything for him. You are his last resort. He will take your help or he will die.”

Wen Qing sighs, biting the inside of her cheek and rubbing at her forehead wearily. “I assumed that he would consider death preferable than being treated by a Wen,” she mutters.

“Perhaps,” Nie Huaisang says fiercely, “but I do not. I will not let him succumb to qi deviation without at least looking for a solution.”

Gods above. Save us from the ridiculous stubborn loyalty of baby brothers, Wen Qing thinks, barely refraining from rolling her eyes. She sighs again instead. “Gongzi, I am flattered you have such faith in my medical abilities, but if every Nie doctor in the history of your sect has been unable to find a solution to your… family illness, what makes you think that I will be able to?”

Nie Huaisang avoids her eyes for a few moments in a way that immediately raises Wen Qing’s suspicion.

“You and I have a mutual friend,” he says guardedly, “who told me that you have a fair amount of practical experience with golden cores.”

A cold bolt of horror shoots through Wen Qing. She stares at him, desperately trying to keep her expression neutral. “What did Wei Wuxian tell you?”

Surely that fool wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell his friend about the golden core transfer. No - surely he wouldn’t - surely he wouldn’t put Jiang Wanyin’s reputation at such risk, surely he wouldn’t put her in such danger- when they’d parted Wei Wuxian had given every indication that he wanted to take the whole event to his grave -

“I went to visit him a few weeks ago, and when I mentioned that my brother was… struggling, he brought up that your treatment of Wen Ruohan - and his unstable qi from cultivating with the Yin Iron - had given you a greater insight into golden cores than any other doctor. And that when the Core Melting Hand crushed Jiang-xiong's core, you helped stabilise him until Baoshan Sanren could fix it.”

Thank the gods, Wei Wuxian had the good sense to lie; though even the lie is an incredibly dangerous thing to be spreading around if anyone thinks to question it any further. Wen Qing is fairly certain it is not the kind of information he would give up ordinarily.

“Did you get him drunk?” She demands.

“He is drunk more often than not nowadays,” Nie Huaisang says sadly, twisting his fan around in his hands. “Was, uh, was he not supposed to tell me about that?”

Wen Qing exhales slowly through her nose, pushing down the irritation, but also pushing down the deep ache of sadness at what Wei Wuxian has become post-war. He chose to give Jiang Wanyin his core, and he chose to pursue demonic cultivation, but… what a waste of a genuinely kind, brilliant man. She sincerely hopes he will find a way to recover.

“The treatment was strictly confidential,” she says through her teeth. “But, gongzi, what I did for them was completely different to your brother’s condition. I cannot honestly give you any good advice on the kind of treatment he would need, I’m sorry.”

“Then come with me to Qinghe!” Nie Huaisang blurts, leaning back over the table again, “If you examine him and help us figure out a course of action, I will make sure you get paid, and find you somewhere to live! Lots of villages would love to have a competent doctor and wouldn’t be picky about her family name.”

An idea stirs in her mind. She rejects it instinctively - she cannot truly trust Nie Huaisang, and even if she could, there’s an even slimmer chance that she can trust Nie Mingjue. What if she goes all the way north to Qinghe, cannot help Nie Mingjue, and is just executed for her family name, there and then?

Are you really achieving anything more than that just living destitute on the Lanling streets? Is it not worth the risk? There is nothing more you can do here on your own.

“I don’t care about money,” she says, eventually. “I just want my family.”

“Then you can bring them with you.”

She clenches her fists under the table, “I cannot. They were taken prisoner by the Sunshot forces.”

Nie Huaisang hums thoughtfully, twirling his fan in his hand then tapping it against his chin, “Hmm, that does make things a little more complicated. Do you know where they are?”

Abruptly, every terrible thing from the last month bubbles up from inside her and spills out in pure anguish. She digs her nails into the side of the table and cries, though the lump in her throat, “No! No I do not! I found our village razed to the ground and all of them gone! All I know-“ she hiccups, trying to force back her tears, “all I know is that my brother is gone!”

Nie Huaisang stares at her, eyes wide. They sit in mortifying silence for several moments, and when Nie Huaisang speaks again, his tone is completely changed, “That can be our deal, then.”

“What are you talking about?” She hisses, out of patience.

“A brother for a brother,” he fixes her with a shrewd, sharp stare. “If you save my brother, I will find your brother.”

He has so abruptly shifted his approach that Wen Qing finds herself feeling a fool for ever believing the cheerful, eager, slightly ridiculous little fop act was real.

…Although, Meng Yao was this boy’s keeper at the Nie sect, was he not? Meng Yao who had been every inch the conscientious, loyal, devoted second-in-command to Wen Ruohan - right up until the moment he killed him in cold blood.

Wen Qing runs her tongue over her lips, “What if I cannot save your brother?”

Unspoken are the words: what will happen to my brother?

Nie Huaisang tilts his head with an irreverent shrug. “I will be taking a risk bringing a wanted woman to Bujing Shi. You will be taking a risk as to whether your medical skills are up to the task.”

Before Wen Qing has a chance to bristle at the implied insult, Nie Huaisang is continuing, “If you don’t think you can do it and you don't want to take the risk, that’s alright. Just say, and I’ll pay for our meal and leave you here.”

As if on cue, a knock sounds at the door, and the servants arrive to deliver the food. Her mouth waters at the smell, but she forces herself to concentrate on the offer.

Is it worth the risk? But, really, what kind of risk is it, in the end? She has no resources here in Lanling, realistically she’s not going to get anywhere without the help of someone in one of the Great Sects - she’s not going to do better alone, is she? So her choices are certain failure (barring some kind of miracle) and… marginally less likely failure. And it really is only marginally; if generations of Nie doctors have been unable to find a solution to the inevitable conclusion of saber cultivation, what hope does she have?

No one had ever done a successful non-fatal golden core transplant before you tried, though, had they? What’s the bet that those generations of Nie doctors were all just hidebound, tradition-fixated cowards, and the real answer has been lying right under their noses this whole time?

Wen Qing looks at the steaming bowls of food sat on the table, licking her lips unconsciously. Maybe it’s arrogance, but given she has literally nothing else left now to try and save her family with besides her medical genius, she thinks that perhaps a little arrogance might be warranted.

Across the table, Nie Huaisang fills his bowl with slices of pork, seemingly unconcerned with what her decision may be, though the way his free hand fidgets with his fan in his lap belies his calm.

“I’ll do it,” Wen Qing says. “You save my brother, Nie-gongzi, and I’ll save yours.”

#the untamed fanfic #Wen Qing #Nie Huaisang #The Waves are Rising and Rising #Extra Scene

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cuckoo-among-beasts · 9 months ago

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@adversitybloomed sent a meme: ‘ you haven’t eaten in a long time. ’

It is this time of the year again: the anniversary of Nie Mingjue's death. Some years had been harder for Huaisang, others a little easier. This year is a rough one. The closer it came to the actual date, the further Huaisang sank. Everyone in the Unclean Realm recognised the signs, the pattern. They saw how their sect leader first stopped strolling around the area to check on the servants and disciples, to chat and gossip a little. Then he also stopped painting, poetry books forgotten, even collecting dust. As he stopped speaking unless spoken to, wore the same robe for three days and lost his appetite, the servants and disciples began to worry. Their sect leader, the lovable chatty airhead, wanders around the inner rooms like a ghost. Haunting the hallways like a grey and green spectre.

When guests arrive, he wants to say no, but he's not that unfriendly, even if he doubts he can put on enough of an act to fool those who knows him enough. Instead he tries to straighten up, plaster on a hollow smile on his ashen face and prepare a greeting to leave his lips. Except, the greeting stops in his throat. In comes Mulan and the first thing she says, before even greeting him, is that he hasn't eaten in some time. "I really need to change my servants and that captain of mine. They run to you and Sizhui as soon as they think there's a problem," he answers, avoiding to actually deny or confirm what she said, managing to sound almost cheerful.

#adversitybloomed #v: sect leader #tw: depression #tw: grief

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noramoya · 1 year ago

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“Kiss me on-screen” – 1/1 – by AchilleUwU – “Have you ever seen these videos on You-Tube, where people are shown on a screen, during a match, and where they have to kiss each other?! Here a snippet of Wangxian”… ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chapter 1 (Text) :

If you asked him why Lan WangJi, the one who considered sports implied running after a ball like a puppy as something stupid, he would answer you two words: Wei Ying. Wei Ying the handsome, intelligent and beautiful Wei Ying who always wanted to invite him despite their unfriendly not-a-relationship from their high school years which ended with Lan WangJi yelling (not for the first time) to Wei Ying to get lost and, for the first time, Wei Ying telling him to get lost as well.

It goes without saying that whatever his opinion on the matter, after 3 years of regret without speaking to Wei Ying, Lan WangJi said yes I want to come and watch this match with you faster than his shadow. Lan WangJi had never been to a match of any sport, yet if Wei Ying liked it then he would at least try to follow a bit. Note the "try", because in the middle of the crowd's noise and Wei Ying's laughter, he wasn't doing very well. That's why when instead of showing the match, the giant screen showed them surrounded by a big heart his mind was like (and against all his uncle's teachings): WTF ?!

On the screen you could see them as follows, a part of Jiang Wanyin's arm, Wei Ying, Lan WangJi and finally "Mianmian". Nie Huaisang and his brother, Wen Qing and Wen Ning weren’t visible… Without understanding what was expected of them, Lan WangJi turned to the one who could answer his questions and slightly pulled Wei Ying's arm, who was distracted by his brother. He immediately turned his head towards him, if it had been any other moment he would have been amazed by the speed of his response.

The face full of laughter quickly turned to shock when he saw where he was pointing. When Wei Ying looked at him again, he had an indescribable expression on his face. Was it really that bad? Before he could ask. Under the cries of the crowd, lips were pressing down on his own, not any lips, Wei Ying's lips. Wei Ying who had his two hands on his face, Wei Ying who was on him, Wei Ying who had put a knee between his legs in public. Lan WangJi dropped ( throw) his glass in pure shock and like the hungry man in love that he was, he kissed him back. The shame and the fact that they had to be pulled by Luo Qingyang and Jiang Wanyin was totally worth getting kissed within an inch of life by Wei Ying. Don't say that Lan WangJi wasn't capable of dealing with unpredictable situations…

• NOTES : please thank my youtube recommendations XD WWX: is it happening ? IS IT HAPPENING ???? LWJ : ERROR (the cameraman to MianMiam and LWJ: I ship it)… Wangxian : NOPE…

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thecyrulik · 2 years ago

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If only she knew, he thought and shivered for the last time before sleep finally got a hold of him.

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84 notki (opublikowane w 19 stycznia 2022)

Nr 3

Morning Surprise

Here's a continuation of Yet Another Purring Vampire story. Our poor little creechur keeps having a terrible time at the hunters' little settlement. In case anyone was wondering: the setting is mostly Earthlike in the 60s - they loved doing morally dubious experiments at that time so it seemed fitting.

CW: burning, captivity, vampires, blood, torture, discussion of experimenting, reluctant whumper, sentient creature treated like an animal (I'd call it dehumanization but Kosta isn't a human, after all)

Matt Morgan wasn’t exactly what you’d call a kind man. He wasn’t noble, and he wasn’t too generous either. And God knew he had every reason to hate the creatures that killed his wife, his sister, his fathers and one of his daughters, that much was obvious. Still, there were borders he tried not to cross. And right now he felt awfully close to one of those borders. He thought about the leech screaming like it was in agony when he pulled out its fang, when he punctured its lung, when he held it down for Dr Taylor, or when he watched it have its venom drained. He didn’t feel sorry for the beast, no. He still thought it inhumane to treat a thinking creature like that.

That’s why he ran towards the vampire’s cage as soon as he heard its screaming. It was such a miserable sound, Matt couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the vampire despite his general sentiment towards its kind. The beast was squirming now and then, trying to crawl the wall to escape the sun, obviously failing. Its struggles made everything worse.

“Hey! Stop moving so much, you’re not helping yourself!” he said, but the vampire didn’t look like it heard him through its pained gasps and whines. “Damn. Stay here, I’ll get something to shade you,” he added, aware that his command was a stupid one, as the vampire couldn’t go anywhere anyway.

He rushed to the hunters’ storeroom and frantically searched for a piece of cloth big enough it could cover most of the cage. It only took him a moment and he almost ran back to the miserable beast that was already shrieking – and in doing that, waking the whole village, it seemed – and threw the white cloth over the cage’s roof. The screams eased down as he walked around it, pulling it higher and unfolding the edges so it would cover more area.

The sounds the vampire was making as he was done with sunproofing the cage were more keening than blood-curdling, but it was still an awful noise. Matt wondered about throwing the last piece to the vampire so it could wrap itself in it just as the fucking doctor appeared out of nowhere.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“Someone forgot about making sure the vampire wouldn’t burn to a crisp, so I covered the cage a little. Just take a look, it’s pretty fucked up.”

He leaned back and pulled the cloth away a little so they could both look at the creature sobbing and muttering on the ground. It flinched when a ray of early sunlight caught its bare foot again, so Matt pulled the material back.

“Well shit, it looks bad.”

“Obviously it looks bad, the sun burns them! But I wanted to know how bad while it’s still fairly well-fed, you dumb brute! Experiments are supposed to be done in set conditions and now I don’t know how long it was really exposed to the sun and the whole test is ruined,” the doctor explained, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Well, try a warning next time, then. Ungodly shrieks like that aren’t what we need here in the early morning,” Matt sneered as he considered the doctor’s words. His explanation made little sense. Weren’t scientists supposed to supervise their experiments? Taylor was nowhere to be found as the sun rose and started burning the leech, which was suspicious to say the least.

Still, the hunter said nothing. The last thing he wanted was to be accused of being too soft on vampires. He just pretended to listen as Dr Taylor grumbled for a little while about how his experiment was ruined and how he had to wait now until the vampire healed to start anew. He checked on the creature, still curled up, its arms and legs twitching in pain, but the noise coming from its mouth was much quieter, which Matt considered a good sign.

Finally the doctor was done complaining and simply left without a word of goodbye. Matt figured it would be okay for him to let the beast heal for now, given how Dr Taylor wanted it in good condition for ‘experiments’, whatever those were.

He slipped under the cloth covering the cage yet again. The vampire was just a trembling mess in the far end of the cage. The white material was far from opaque, so the beast was still burning slightly, but it seemed not to care much now that it wasn’t actively being set on fire. The whimpering was barely audible, actually.

“Here, bloodfuck. Cover yourself up,” Matt said as he threw the last piece of cloth at the vampire. It raised its head, staring at Matt with pure hatred. After noticing what was being thrown at it, it moved suddenly, much faster than the hunter anticipated it to. He stared in morbid curiosity as it curled up yet again, wrapped in white sheets slowly darkening with burnt skin bleeding slowly. The hunter felt a subconscious urge to pull out his gun despite the vampire being in such a terrible state. It couldn’t hurt him right now, that much was obvious, but still. He knew too well how an angry or pained vampire might wreak havoc on its surroundings.

The leech grabbed the cloth tight, wrapping itself as much as it could and curling up on the ground. It raised its head to stare at Matt and for a moment the hunter saw something like gratitude in the monster’s eyes. Its expressions were hard to understand, given the muzzle, but it seemed that it appreciated the material partly protecting it from sunlight. The hatred was gone and the beast seemed to be just lonely and miserable, and not particularly dangerous anymore.

He thought about grabbing the key to the cage. He knew where they kept it, and the vampire was obviously not a threat, charred and miserable as it was now. He worried about seeming too soft about the bloodfuck, yes, but if anyone was allowed to hate the vampires with the hatred he felt, it was Matt.

But there was no point in getting inside either way. If he wanted it hurt, all he had to do was to pull the sheets down again. If he wanted to help it – and why the fuck would he want to do that? – he already did much more than the vampire could hope for. Surely it knew it wouldn’t be getting out of here alive, right?

He stared at the creature bundled up on the ground. It seemed not to move at first, but looking closely, he saw fine shivers passing through its whole body. The now-familiar purring sound started again, the vampire quite obviously trying to self-soothe and calm itself down, results of that rather unclear. The smell of burnt skin was still quite intense and Matt wanted to leave, but the sight of this dangerous beast he was raised to hate captivated him. He thought about Dr Taylor and his experiments. The venom extraction made sense – it served as a pretty strong drug, working better than any chemical the weird doc had in his lab. Defanging the creature could only make things safer for them, too. But as much as he tried to convince himself he didn’t care, it was one thing to hunt vampires and another one entirely to keep them caged and tortured. There was also the audacity of keeping a dangerous beast like that, in the middle of their village. The men who raised him would never agree to such a risky thing – but they were dead now, and the doctor was basically ruling the whole settlement.

The vampire didn’t seem to realize it was being watched, its fate being pondered on. In fact, it didn’t seem like it was aware of anything beside the burns on its skin and the sun seeping through the cloth, no doubt still causing some discomfort. The purrs were constant, growing and fading slowly, occasionally interrupted with sounds that were too close to actual human sobs for Matt’s comfort. He slipped from under the cloth and pulled it back, suddenly wanting to get far enough not to hear the creature’s misery.

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87 notek (opublikowanych w 13 kwietnia 2022)

Nr 2

A Visitor

Chapter 4 of The Purring Vampire Story! Poor Kosta finally has some peace and quiet, and gets comforted, too!

CW: some slight dehumanization, restraints, fear of burning, starvation, otherwise pretty mild tbh

They left him in a room with a window, of all places. It didn’t look like a cell made to hold vampires specifically, so the unfortunate souls that were here before him probably found this tiny square of the sky a small mercy. What it meant for him, though, was that he had to keep changing place all day as the patch of sunlight followed the sun’s movement. It took him 3 days to give up and become diurnal for the time being. It was better than waking up all the time and maneuvering in his tiny cell to avoid the sun.

So here he was, sleeping in the night like the humans and trying to stay awake during the day, fighting the sun-headache and playing the slowest game of chase with the bright spot on the floor. Hungry, but not starving anymore, he had all the time in the world to think about all the things that ailed him. The removed fang was budding and itched like a bitch, for example, and daylight made him feel too hot regardless of the actual temperature in the damp basement.

He curled up in the corner, his forehead touching cold metal bars, his side almost glued to the concrete wall, trying to cool down. He managed to nap despite the discomfort, though he knew it wouldn’t last. He had to move soon, to crawl his way a few feet further like the days before. It was preferable to being left outside with only some thin material to protect him – partially – from the sun, but Kosta wouldn’t hesitate to call it torture.

His musings were interrupted by the sound of light steps at the end of the corridor. A door creaked and closed with a soft thud. The steps slowly got closer, and with them a quick heartbeat and a human smell. No metallic stink of guns, though, just plain human blood smell. This one was… green, like a barley field in May, growing but far from ripe.

“Oh. Wow.”

Ah, so that’s the reason the blood was unripe. A child.

“Uh, hi?” the girl stepped a little closer, still far from Kosta’s reach, but getting there.

“Hello, child.” He tried to make his words soft, but they still came out hoarse. The girl flinched, surprised.

“Oh, you can talk?” she asked, delighted surprise in her voice.

“Wh– why the hell would I not be able to talk? Do you know what I am?” Kosta was too stunned to say anything else.

“Uh, I thought you were a dog.” The girl sounded a little disappointed. “You have a dog mask. I wanted a dog for myself, and none of the other dogs can talk. And you use bad words!” She seemed thrilled by the last fact.

“Wait, what?” His voice was getting better and it looked like the girl understood him just fine with him still wearing the muzzle. “’Hell’ is a bad word for you?” Kosta snorted, which made the child pout, insulted.

“As it happens, my daddy says it’s a bad word and I can’t use it,” she explained, making it very clear undermining her daddy’s authority was not something she would stand for. She made a move towards the door.

“Wait! No, your daddy’s right, it is a bad word. I’m just very used to using bad words all the time and I forgot,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Please, come back!”

“Okay,” she huffed and returned, seemingly content with his apology. Still, she was too far for Kosta to reach her.

Reach her? What do you want to do, kill a child? She doesn’t have a key, you can’t even drink her blood with a muzzle on, you’d have to slit her throat and lick it off the floor, and still you would fail because the holes on the muzzle are too small, he chastised himself. Coming up with a strategy was difficult during daytime, his mind foggy and baffled with the encounter, so he tried to just buy some time:

“What are you doing here? How did you get downstairs?”

He tried to make his voice sound curious and not interrogative, but the girl seemed happy to chat anyway.

“Well, as it happens, I simply took the key and opened the door. I was bored.” There was an air of pride to her voice and Kosta was willing to admit she had the right to feel it.

“The key? Is it still in the door? You should bring it here, or someone will see it and know you’re here. And you shouldn’t be here, otherwise the door wouldn’t be locked, right?”

She made a face, but seemed to accept his reasoning. She ran up and down again, the key in her hands. Kosta’s heart dropped when he saw it was just the one.

“Good job,” he praised her anyway, “now you can stay here and no one will bother us and tell you to leave.”

“Why are you here? I don’t like this place. Can’t you go upstairs with me? We could play outside, it’s fun there.”

“I can’t,” he shrugged. “This–“ he shook the barred door with bound hands –“is locked.”

“Oh! I’ll tell daddy to come and let you out, then! He probably has the key!” She sounded ready to run up the stairs and get her father there, which was the last thing Kosta wanted, so he shouted “No!”

The girl almost jumped, a little scared.

Well shit, he thought, and added out loud, “I’m sorry I shouted at you. But you can’t tell your daddy you met me. First of all, you would get in trouble for being here. Second, he was probably the one who put me here, him or his friends.”

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Yet Another Purring Vampire?

Hello friends and foes, recent talks about the concept of some vampires' ability to purr in various situations gave me no choice but to join with this little piece. I am unafraid to admit this is quite self-indulgent and written for a very specific audience of me and about 5 other whump blogs I saw enjoyed the concept.

Tagging at the beginning of the post so you can see what's this about quickly and decide if you care about the piece at all (also tagging some of my vampire squad and the people I know have their own purring vampire OCs - ignore as you wish): @hold-him-down (thank you for helping with this nightmare of a language) @whumpy-writings @whumpsday @deluxewhump @ceph-the-writing-spook @wolfeyedwitch - I apologize for random tags, but consider me a toddler running up to people on the street, showing them a drawing they made and were super proud of while the parent is 2 steps behind and a little embarrassed. LMK if you want off the list if I ever write part 2

MIND THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE: mouth whump, defanging, dehumanization, restraints, forced drugging, it's not intended as torture but it is, collars, lab and med whump of sorts.

The metal parts of his cage clinking in irregular intervals have brought him onto the edge of madness. He wanted to snarl and hiss and bite at the humans who put him in his cage, who chained him and muzzled him and bound him in silver and brought misery upon him, but he couldn’t do anything.

They dragged him to gods knew where and it took ages and he wanted to snarl and hiss and snap but no one paid him any mind. The cage bumped with every other turn or change of terrain and he was as miserable as could be without being directly tortured, for now at least.

Kosta hissed as the carriage bumped and made him hit his head on the silver cage bars. Hissing didn’t help him at all, and he imagined none of the other protests would work better but he still couldn’t help himself. Maybe that way he would prove to his captors he was a thinking, intelligent being?

Heh. Hunger made him foolish and naïve, it seemed. It was obvious the hunters wouldn’t care about his thinking abilities at all. Kosta knew they all thought vampires were all half-feral beasts that killed every time they fed and left an awful mess behind. They would also do everything they could to keep thinking that way. He had no way of making them see either, especially now when they kept him starving and in pain. He’d love to drain any of them right away. If they really want a beast, he’ll show them a beast, he thought, full of simmering rage.

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“Goddamit, Jim, pull it down, down!” the wide-shouldered man at his side shouted. Another one, Jim, whose blood smelled like fresh hay, returned to Kosta reluctantly. The vampire snarled again, struggling hopelessly against his restraints. Jim grabbed at the chain attached to a metal collar on his neck and pulled sharply. Kosta let out a strained sound, panic rising in his chest as he was being choked by the thing.

“Okay, good. Hold it down like that. I need it still for a couple of minutes,” the wide man – a doctor? A scientist of sorts? – explained, his annoyance palatable. Jim grunted somewhere under the table Kosta was lying on, and the pressure on his neck eased just a bit.

“Stay down, bloodfuck, and I won’t have to choke you again,” he said, a little out of breath. Kosta hissed, but stayed still – for now, of course.

“I don’t get it. I gave it so many sedatives it should be barely able to breathe on its own, so why is it still fighting?” The doctor seemed like he didn’t really expect an answer as he prepared… something, on a metal table next to the one Kosta was bound to. The vampire felt the slurred way his thoughts moved in his mind, so the drugs definitely worked partially. He kept still, now hoping he could make them believe he was out of it so that they’d get careless, giving him an escape opportunity.

The doctor returned to his side, strange tools in both his hands. Kosta stared with more confusion than fear as the man nodded to someone in front of him. Before the vampire realized there was another hunter at his other side – fucking wonderful, you didn’t notice a human standing next to you, for this kind of sloppiness you deserve everything they do to you – a sharp piercing pain started on the left side of his chest. He gasped, his head lifting against the metal collar, his fangs jumping out without any decision on his side. At the same moment, the doctor was pushing one of his tools inside his mouth. His fangs locked on the metal parts, and he couldn’t move his jaw at all.

“Pull it out. No point in it bleeding out on my table,” the doctor said and Kosta felt as the sharp thing was being pulled out of his chest, metal scratching on his ribs. He could barely breathe, his lung punctured, freeing the air and collapsing when deflated. Even if he didn’t have that strange metal bit in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to say anything at all, so he just glared and tried to breathe slowly as the wound in his chest healed slowly oh so slowly.

“Ah. Lovely. Perfect access, and on the first try!” the doctor sounded disgustingly pleased with him. He leaned over Kosta’s face as he inspected the inside of his mouth. “Listen to me, vampire. I’m going to collect your venom now.”

When Kosta didn’t answer, the doctor raised his eyebrows in pleased surprise. He seemed to have forgotten the bite guard – because that’s what the metal thing had to be – or maybe he expected the vampire to snarl or hiss anyway.

“There’s two ways it can go. One, you do as I say and let it flow like a good little beastie. Two, you fight me and I drain your venom glands with a syringe.”

The vampire felt a low grumbling rising in his throat. There was some shuffling behind his head and then the young hunter’s face appeared just above him.

“What is this noise? Is it the vampire?” Jim asked with a hint of disbelief.

“What did you expect, son? It’s a beast and it wants to get free. Come on, hold its head down, I can’t see anything like this.”

Kosta felt a warm human hand push one of his shoulders down to the table just as the metal band started pressing on his throat once again. Another one – the stabber – brought a lamp that shone brightly in the vampire’s face, forcing his eyes closed for a moment.

“So how’s it gonna be?”

He growled again, sure that his sentiment was clear without words.

“We’ll see about that. Morgan, push his chin up?”

Another two hands, one on his jaw, the other one on his forehead, pulling his head back, baring his throat to the doctor. Kosta felt dread pooling in his stomach like icy water, burning and paralyzing at the same time. The man’s hands smelt of his blood, sourdough-like and warm. Kosta stopped his growling and braced for whatever was coming.

The stab of pain was white and blinding when it finally came. Kosta’s body tensed, but the drugs in his system and the hands on him kept him down and unable to escape as the doctor searched for his gland with a needle. Quiet hissing and weaker, more bearable stabs told him that the doctor found this task harder than anticipated. Every time the needle got close to his gland, he shivered and whimpered.

“Fucking finally.”

Kosta sighed with relief as he felt the change of pressure in his mouth. The pull of the syringe was uncomfortable and humiliating, but not terribly painful. He closed his eyes again and breathed a little easier. The tears stayed at bay for now.

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herzlak · 3 years ago

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jan pawlak being a mood

#oooh da war ja was #i remember...#ALSO unfriendly reminder dass wir jan wahrscheinlich nie wieder so happy sehen werden wie in der szene #(außer er kratzt endlich mal die kurve und kommt mit rosa zusammen)#but I'm starting to doubt that this will ever happen

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trashexplorer · 2 years ago

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BLCD 2022: July Releases

I’m late, sumimasen.

Legends:

✓ - have

💡 - interested

✘ - not interested (but will probably still listen to)

🙏 - dying for

1. Fudanshi Shoukan ~Isekai de Shinjuu ni Hameraremashita~ vol. 5 Tokusouban CD ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/08

Cast: Satou Takuya x Ishiya Haruki

Synopsis: Special CD for the release of the 5th volume of the series.

2. Kiss and Night 💡

Release Date: 2022/07/08

Cast: Maeno Tomoaki x Tsuchida Reiou *good luck, boi

Synopsis: Omi, known as the Queen of an exclusive strip club called Grand Cage, and only special members can see him perform. Subaru Shinonome, a rich heir of sake brewery, declared to Omi he'll make him his. How will Omi respond to him?

3. Happy of the End ep.05-08 ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/15

Cast: Tachibana Shinnosuke x Eguchi Takuya

Synopsis: Adaptation of said chapters.

4. Boku to Kare no Kiken na Doukyo Seikatsu: Sunao ni Narenai Shinchousa ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/27

Cast: Okitsu Kazuyuki x Itou Kento

Synopsis: Extra for the game of the same name.

5. Boku to Kare no Kiken na Doukyo Seikatsu: Inran Gyangu ni Goyoushin ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/27

Cast: Ishiya Haruki x Itou Kento

Synopsis: Extra for the game of the same name.

6. Boku to Kare no Kiken na Doukyo Seikatsu: Sagishi no Misuteriasu na Aijou ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/27

Cast: Yamanaka Masahiro x Itou Kento

Synopsis: Extra for the game of the same name.

7. Online Game Nakama to Sashi Off shitara Shokuba no Onijoushi ga Kita ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/27

Cast: Shirai Yuusuke + Abe Atsushi you’re the same person???

Synopsis: Hashimoto, an average salaryman, works under the harsh leadership of his high-spec cum handsome demon boss, Shirase-san, day by day. The only thing Hashimoto looks forward to is to talk to his gaming friend who he met online, UMA, complain to him about his boss, and joke around together with him. Feeling at ease around him, Hashimoto eagerly plans for his offline meeting with UMA with high hopes, but——?! (Huffly Parfait Scans)

8. Oni Joushi・Gokudera-san wa Abakaretai. 2 ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/27

Cast: Itou Kento x Shirai Yuusuke

Synopsis: Adaptation of the second volume of the series.

9. Kirai na Yatsu to Kuttsuku Mahou ni Kakaru Hanashi ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/29

Cast: Kumagai Kentarou x Hayama Shouta

Synopsis: Kuga, who just made his college debut, has to room with Kyouhei, an unfriendly guy who Kuga just couldn’t get along with. Kuga hated him because of how critical he was of him, but then their hands got stuck together?! There was only one way for them to be free of one another, and that’s cumming together?!

10. Neko to Spica 2 💡

Release Date: 2022/07/29

Cast:

Takeuchi Eiji x Sakakihara Yuki

Kamio Shinichirou x Nakajima Yoshiki

Synopsis: Adaptation of the second volume of the series.

11. Nie no Machi -Iro Musubi- Tokuten ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/29

Cast:

Kitayama Kyousuke x Gatake Tetsu

Kawada Shinji x Gatake Tetsu

Takahashi Kouji x Gatake Tetsu

Sarutobi Soji x Gatake Tetsu

Synopsis: Special CD for the release of the game of the same name.

12. S to N ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/29

Cast: Okamoto Nobuhiko *welcome back + Nishiyama Koutarou

Synopsis: Yuta Natori is a junior in high school, enjoying the peace and quiet of his school life when out of the blue, Kazushi Setoguchi, a freshman, asks him to be his boyfriend. Being straight, Yuta declines politely, but ever since, Kazushi keeps showing up wherever he goes... Days of this, and Yuta can't take it anymore. He blows up at Kazushi, thinking he will finally get the message... but uh-oh. Why is he looking at Yuta so adoringly!?

13. Zetsubou ni Nake 1 ✘

Release Date: 2022/07/29

Pairing: *lmao goodluck

Komada Wataru x Maeno Tomoaki

Maeno Tomoaki x Komada Wataru

Synopsis: bootleg Sono Kuchibiru ni Yoru no Tsuyu Akamine and Utsumi are two men linked by a dark past only Utsumi remembers: Akamine raping him six years earlier. But when Utsumi comes to exact his revenge, old wounds are reopened and the two become locked in a cycle of violence, betrayal, longing, and despair.

#blcd releases #blcd 2022 releases

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 26, part two

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Content note: This episode has a lot of lightning, but this post does not have lightning flashes--I’m using mostly stills for those parts, or I’ve snipped out the unfriendly frames before giffing.

Qing-Jie

Having successfully ruined Jin Guangshan’s party plan to get the Yin Tiger seal, Wei Wuxian dashes off to tell Wen Qing where her brother is. She hops up to hit the road with him, but then sorta-faints because she’s starving. In a rare moment of tenderness between these two, he catches her and gently sits her down again.

Normally they��re busy out-toughing each other, both before and after this moment, but right now Wen Qing is openly vulnerable. Wei Wuxian responds to that, predictably, with all of his kindness and with his usual slew of unwise, impossible-to-keep promises.

As she eats the bread he’s brought her--a parallel to an important piece of bread in his early life--he says they have to believe in Wen Ning’s survival. Cut to: Wen Ning, not surviving.

I mean, yes, yes, he’s only mostly dead, but he’s never going to be fully alive again, so.

24 Hour Party People

Back at the party, Jin Guangyao, deliberately, I think, goes to offer his pops a drink while his pops is still super furious and looking for someone to take it out on. The servant lady is like, better you than me, pal, and helps JGY get his drink ready. Pops, predictably, knocks the drink onto Jin Guangyao.

(more behind the cut)

Lan Xichen is standing by with a hanky and a face full of worry. Lan Xichen is so Lanny that he thinks JGY needs to go change clothes after getting clear alcohol spilled on him, rather than just letting it evaporate and smelling pleasantly of booze for the rest of the evening like a normal party guest.

JGY launches into a criticism of Wei Wuxian, which Lan Wangji listens to very carefully, frowning. Lan Xichen, Nie Huasang and Jiang Cheng listen as well, and don’t speak up.

A Clear Conscience

Then Lan Wangji *literally* steps out of his brother’s shadow, and speaks in defense of Wei Wuxian. This right here is Lan Wangji’s turning point, as far as I’m concerned. Xichen is gazing at JGY, totally on board with JGY’s spin of the situation, and his shadow falls away from Lan Wangji’s face as LWJ steps forward.

Lan Wangji says, isn’t what WWX said true? JGY puts on his customer service smile and says that the truth isn’t something you’re supposed to go around saying out loud.

I’d like to say this is what’s wrong with cultivator society but this is really a universal human thing; every society has rules about upsetting the social order, and they are very frequently at odds with basic compassion and morality.

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng stay silent but Lan Xichen goes and throws Wei Wuxian under the bus carriage, saying his character has changed.

Lan Wangji nods decisively at this, and bows to Lan Xichen, silently asking permission to follow Wei Wuxian. Lan Xichen grants permission, telling Lan Wangji to do his best. Lan Xichen probably thinks he and Lan Wangji are in agreement, in this moment, but that nod of Lan Wangji’s was nothing of the kind.

That nod was Lan Wangji agreeing with himself; he is going to try to bring Wei Wuxian back but he is also going to listen to him. Meanwhile Lan Xichen is tying himself in knots to appease Jin Guangyao. The divergence between the brothers will just grow, from this point onwards.

Lan Wangji leaves to go follow his boyfriend conscience, while Jiang Cheng continues to silently listen to the commentary of others, and gets so mad he crushes a wine cup.

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night.

Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian arrive at the prison camp, and the first person they encounter is Granny, with a defaced Wen Banner in her hand and Wen Yuan on her back.

Whenever I read a meta or a fic that talks about how the juniors are so sweet partly because they are “untouched by the war” I want to point to this moment. A-Yuan endures an absolute truckload of war trauma by the time he’s four years old, and while Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both deserve a lot of credit for saving him at great risk to themselves, Granny and Uncle Four are the first heroes of A-Yuan’s story. His kind, mellow personality has a lot in common with theirs.

This is followed by an eternity of Wen Qing running around asking if anyone’s seen her brother. Eventually Wei Wuxian gets tired of this and gathers the guards together, threatening them with Chenqing.

He doesn’t need to play it; just holding it up has every Jin dude instantly kneeling and scared.

The guards send him and Wen Qing go to a giant field of corpses, where Wen Qing runs around checking to see if any of them is her brother. Wei Wuxian starts off kind of detached and angry, but eventually snaps out of it, tucks away his flute and starts helping her to search.

Wen Qing finds Wen Ning, mostly-dead with a lure flag speared into his belly. Wei Wuxian grimly takes in the situation from across the field of corpses.

When he arrives at Wen Qing’s side he sees this talisman in Wen Ning’s hand.

This is the talisman that Wei Wuxian made for Wen Ning back in Gusu summer school, before the war. It’s the one that Wen Ning was wearing at his waist when they met up after the massacre of Lotus Pier. It’s supposed to literally protect Wen Ning from having his spiritual consciousness snatched, as well as being a symbol of Wei Wuxian’s sense of responsibility for, and affection for, Wen Ning.

Wei Wuxian, understandably, loses his shit at this point. Less understandably, he is about to decide that the best way to express his sorrow and rage is to re-animate the corpse of his friend, right in front of the corpse’s sister. Like, seriously, dude. Dude.

Ghost General

This super-questionable decision leads to one of the most badass sequences in the show, which is unfortunately chock full of lightning flashes, so not everyone can watch it. Wei Wuxian and his flute and swirls of resentful energy come marching out of the darkness of the corpse field, back to the guards.

The guards have decided to slaughter all of the prisoners and then run away, which would be a good plan except they should really have skipped right to the running away part of things. When Wei Wuxian accuses them of killing the prisoner in the corpse field, they claim that the Wens have a habit of falling off of a hill and dying. Wei Wuxian can relate.

At this point Wei Wuxian summons up Wen Ning 2.0, ultra badass edition, who comes flying through the air with his odd, straight-armed fighting stance and cool solid-black eyes and rock-and-roll hair.

Soundtrack: *Four Sticks*

Wen Ning proceeds to whale on the guards and scare the shit out of his relatives.

Then Wen Qing shows up and begs Wei Wuxian to stop. She explains that Wen Ning is only mostly dead. Like, if he was fully dead would she be okay with this?

Wei Wuxian tries to reel Wen Ning in and realizes that he is not actually in control of Wen Ning. Ok, see, right from the first day of Wen Ning 2.0, WWX is aware that his control is iffy. Why does he think he’s going to be able to control him later?

Anyway, this is where we learn Wen Ning’s grown-up name is Wen Qionglin. Wei Wuxian yells this name, and Wen Ning looks up like a cat hearing the “food noise,” and then proceeds to get control of himself.

This is such a nice symbolic moment, that will be replayed later in the temple, when Wen Ning saves Jin Ling from Baxia.

Wen Ning has a remote-code-execution OS vulnerability throughout the story; his soul is at risk of being stolen, and he is magically controlled by Wei Wuxian, Xue Yang, Su She, and Baxia. Meanwhile Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian, and random kids on the street mostly treat him as a child, despite his clear adult capabilities. Wen Ning’s journey in The Untamed is at least partly about asserting his full adulthood, and his ability to overcome magical control is directly connected to that journey.

After getting Wen Ning to chill, Wei Wuxian calls the floating resentful energy back into his own body, which looks about as comfortable as swallowing a burp.

On the plus side, apparently resentful energy keeps your hair dry even when it’s raining.

Wei Wuxian should take a page from the guards’ book and slaughter all the Jin witnesses to this situation, but he decides to be the better person and let them live. They go running off down the road, where they encounter Lan Wangji and give him the 411, saying that Wei Wuxian resurrected dead people.

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian collects Wen Qing--half-fainted, again, in an echo of the start of their journey--and collects the Dafan Mountain Wen group, who are hiding, wisely. When they see Wen Ning, Uncle Four and some others start to freak out, but Wei Wuxian tells them that fierce corpses are cool, and they all grab horses and mount up.

Where Are You Going?

Lan Wangji is waiting for them, nonconfrontationally indulging in some visual poetry while he waits.

In a show where every prop is exquisitely, carefully designed to enhance our understanding character, his Gusu-toned umbrella reveals surprising red and yellow threads woven in, right above his eye line as he looks at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian speaks first, saying “you came to stop me?” Lan Wangji doesn’t answer, but asks him where he’s going. Then Lan Wangji warns him that he’s about to abandon orthodoxy forever, if he follows through.

Wei Wuxian challenges this idea of orthodoxy, asking if Lan Wangji remembers the promise they made together, back in Gusu. It’s worth noting that they both appear to think of it as a co-promise, even though Lan Wangji didn’t speak aloud at the time.

The conversation will continue in the next episode, because what’s better than a rainy romantic cliffhanger?

Soundtrack: Four Sticks by Led Zeppelin

#the untamed #the untamed gifs #wangxian #wen ning #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #episode 26

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dangermousie · 3 years ago

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Dreamer In a Spring Boudoir - what a delight!

Spurred on by the fact that this is being adapted into a drama with Ding Yuxi and Peng Xiaoran, I decided to check this out and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

Introductory matters: this fully translated (and het so not subject to the issues relating to jjwxc new foreign site) so I think you can feel safe in reading without worrying whether you will be able to finish.

THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!

It is no surprise that while I read a fair amount of both het and danmei web novels, I tend to enjoy the latter more than the former because I mainly read period settings and due to the nature of period society, most het novels end up focusing on inner court fights between heroine and other women, and it’s not anything that I find interesting (same reason I will happily watch a battle drama like Qin Dynasty but stay away from even best received harem dramas.)

So this is such a delightful rarity for me and the reason is the heroine. Ji Man is a modern salary woman who spends some free time reading a mediocre novel and falls asleep halfway only to transmigrate (of course) into the body of dumb and villainous second lead. Ji Man knows the lady’s eventual ending - her husband orders her to commit suicide for her many bad actions - so all she wants is to survive and figure out how to get back to the modern world and get the year-end bonus that is coming to her.

To be honest, this is a set up of many a web novel so why is this so good? Did I mention Ji Man?! JI MANNNNN! Her husband the ML will probably become more prominent later but now he’s a barely-there shadowy presence, unfriendly and remote.

I love how lacking in sentimentality this novel is in a best way. I don’t mean in Ji Man being pragmatic - though she is - she DNGAF about her husband having all these women, or even the fact that he now married a new legal wife and demoted her to concubine. She wants to make a living, have a comfortable life until she can get the hell out of there. But also the novel is rightly harsh on the ML- second FL may have been dumb and a shrew but Ji Man very clearly thinks that a man who marries someone and then keeps bringing other women in and then even demotes his legal wife for having too much of a fuss when he wants to take another concubine is a gross person. And he is gross - the reason the original wife didn’t have children was because he made sure of it and then brought in other concubines. But also even in that little time we see that society traps even him - he had no interest in his wife but had to marry her and treat her well because of her family. They are ill suited to each other. BUT the novel also makes it very clear that even if he had some provocation, he has all the power in the relationship and he’s mainly at fault - he started out disliking her because she dismissed his bed servants when they married. And his protestations of eternal love to his new wife ring utterly hollow.

I don’t really care if he reforms and loves her truly or if Ji Man just has a happy life restored to status and running businesses/managing her children not caring if he has 40 other concubines as long as she’s in charge. She should just get what she wants.

Some of my favorite bits:

It would have been a better alternative to transmigrate into any other character than this second female lead that was doomed to die. What should she do? Should she kill herself off with a knife so that she could have an earlier ending?

No, she couldn’t do something so passive and negative. As a modern day career woman, she was willing to tirelessly work like a dog to buy a house, so why couldn’t she do her best to save her life?

AND

If she were the real Nie Sangyu, who had to serve tea to her man’s new lover after being demoted from the main wife to a concubine, it would have been justifiable for her to resort to violence because of emotional distress. Fortunately, she was Ji Man. She didn’t have any feelings toward the current situation. These women were much easier to deal with than clients at work.

AND

Ji Man felt that Marquis Moyu was the archetype of an ungrateful person that failed to be loyal to his lover. Nie Sangyu had been his lawfully wedded wife. After he had angered her to the point of her losing her sense of propriety, he had casually taken away her position as the main wife. Marquis Moyu was probably secretly overjoyed.

Even thought Ji Man didn’t know if Nie Sangyu would be able to hear her thoughts, she still chided her. Look at this person that you had fallen in love with. You can’t just fall in love with a man by only looking at his appearance!

AND

Women seem to only care about two things: appearance and men. Although she had only seen Marquis Moyu once, Ji Man didn’t have even the slightest bit of good impression towards him. The female lead definitely thought this man was extremely wonderful. Unfortunately, she was the second female lead. The second female lead had and would continue to suffer terribly because of the male lead.

Although she didn’t know how to fight for favor, she not only wouldn’t fight for favor, she wanted Marquis Moyu to dislike her, dislike her to death. The more that Marquis Moyu disliked her, the more likely she would be able to survive.

I LOVE HER!!!!

I doubt the adaptation will be as wonderful as the novel but eh whatever.

#cnovel #the dreamer in the spring boudoir

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Without a Path - Chapter 2 - ao3

Warnings: adult content - please mind the other tags on Ao3!

Morning came far sooner than Lan Qiren would have liked.

Unsurprisingly, he woke first, the habit long ingrained by his sect’s rules. Instead of rising, he twisted to look at Nie Mingjue, who had at some point wrapped himself around him like an especially warm blanket, his chin tucked in against his neck.

In the pale light of predawn, he looked calm and undisturbed. He looked young, and vulnerable, and like he shouldn’t have had to deal with any of that.

Lan Qiren let out a shuddering breath and wondered how he would ever justify this to – anyone.

Lan Xichen, for one. Himself, for another.

Nie Mingjue.

A moment later, far too soon, Nie Mingjue started stirring. Lan Qiren suppressed a moment of panic; he’d only had enough time to briefly clean himself, nothing else – for some reason he’d thought he would have more time to collect himself, to make a plan for their next steps. They would need to arrange an engagement, even if they didn’t go through with the actual marriage – Wen Ruohan hadn’t seemed like he would publicize what had happened in order to force them into a corner, since he was clearly still angling to get Nie Mingjue himself, but having something prepared would put them in a better situation, reduce anxiety…

“Teacher Lan?”

Lan Qiren flinched.

“Sect Leader Lan,” Nie Mingjue corrected himself quickly. He sat up, the blanket Lan Qiren had tugged over the two of them falling off to reveal the fact that he was still naked. “Thank you.”

Somehow, that was the thing that went too far.

“Don’t thank me,” Lan Qiren said, voice harsher than he meant it to be, unwelcoming and unfriendly. Nie Mingjue’s cultivation was high enough that he’d healed away most of the marks from the day before, but his lips were still red and Lan Qiren couldn’t stop seeing Wen Ruohan’s fingers slipping between them, violating him despite Nie Mingjue’s specific request that it not be allowed. Couldn’t stop hearing Wen Ruohan’s offer to share him, his suggestion that he would’ve invited Lan Qiren to join in, his expectation that he would have accepted.

He’d promised to help Nie Mingjue, and what had he done? He’d failed him. He hadn’t been able to think of another way out of their dilemma, which he should have – instead he’d used his former student’s body for his own pleasure, taken advantage of his youth and desperation, had him submit to him, had him call him teacher…

He might as well have been Jin Guangshan.

“There’s no need for you to thank me for what I’ve done to you,” he said, averting his eyes, hating himself.

“There is,” Nie Mingjue said. “Don’t get some stupid idea into your head or anything. You saved my life. You made it –”

He choked, and Lan Qiren turned to look at him again. Nie Mingjue’s cheeks were flushed, but he was looking straight at him, fierce and determined to say his thoughts no matter what.

“You made it better than it might have otherwise been,” he finally said. “It was – good.”

“That would be the drug,” Lan Qiren said, feeling his own cheeks burning. “Two drugs, in fact; you were right about that. Wen Ruohan admitted it.”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said, and rubbed his nose when Lan Qiren looked at him sharply. “I remember some of it. I was…supposed to, I think. You drove him away.”

He had. Through sheer bravado, but he’d managed it.

At least he’d done that much.

“You’ll need to be careful of him in the future,” he warned, and Nie Mingjue nodded, his expression grim. “He won’t give up easily.”

“I’ll be careful,” Nie Mingjue promised, but then his eyes narrowed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject. It wasn’t just – because of the drug. You…” He flailed a bit. “You made it good. I liked – when you –”

He shook his head.

Lan Qiren cleared his throat, embarrassed and unsure of why Nie Mingjue continued to dwell on the point. He appreciated the younger man’s attempt to comfort him – another failing on his part, as he was the elder, the experienced one, and he had chosen freely, while Nie Mingjue had been coerced – but they really ought to focus on the more practical realities of –

“Can we do it again?”

Lan Qiren choked on air.

“Just – once more,” Nie Mingjue said. He was staring at the bedding. “I know I’m not – what you would want. You’re a Lan, you only want to be with your ‘one’, and I’m not…well, anyway, it’s not a situation where I can exactly let people know, is it? But since we’re both here already, we might as well. Right?”

If Lan Qiren had been Jin Guangshan, Nie Mingjue would already be pressed down, Lan Qiren reflected, and he couldn’t deny that certain parts of him were interested in that. But a lifetime of restraint gave him the discipline he needed to think the request through and see that it was not so clear as all that.

“What’s driving this?” Lan Qiren asked, crossing his arms. “You are not a man who succumbs so easily to lust.”

“I’m not,” Nie Mingjue acknowledged, meeting his eyes. “But I want there to be no mistake about what occurred between us.”

Lan Qiren frowned. “I should think it was quite clear.”

“It is, to me. I was in desperation, and you aided me, and it was good. The circumstances were not what either of us would have chosen, and perhaps not the partner, either, but I will not have you going home and torturing yourself into seclusion because you think that you took advantage of me. Xichen would never forgive me!”

Lan Qiren’s jaw dropped. “I would not!” he squawked, thinking to himself that he didn’t need the reminder that he’d bedded a man who was friends with his nephew.

Besides, Nie Mingjue was wrong: yes, he’d been feeling guilty, even agonizingly guilty, but there were limits to such things. Lan Qiren still had two nephews and a sect to run; he couldn’t follow his brother’s example and abandon all his responsibilities no matter how badly he felt.

Nie Mingjue did not appear convinced.

“Even if I did have such an inclination, you don’t have to have sex with me to disprove it,” Lan Qiren insisted.

“Maybe I want to,” Nie Mingjue said stubbornly. “Maybe I’d like to know what sex is like when I’m not drugged to the gills, and this is my only opportunity.”

“But it isn’t,” Lan Qiren argued. “Sect Leader Wen made it clear that he wouldn’t press for a marriage, and no one else knows – you’ll be able to return to your sect, continue as Sect Leader. You could take another lover –”

“Oh, because that’ll work,” Nie Mingjue said, and now he was the one with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed in a glare. “Even if Wen Ruohan won’t press the matter now, he’s only doing it because he still thinks he can do better. If I were to go to bed with someone else, someone neither you nor him, you really think he’d hesitate? And then I’d be an adulterer as well.”

That was – a very good point.

“It was my first time, Teacher Lan,” Nie Mingjue said, pressing his advantage the moment he saw that he was gaining some ground. He was a fearsome opponent, whether in battle or out. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that maybe I had some ideas of my own, things I wanted to try out…”

“Like what?” Lan Qiren asked, cutting him off with an arched eyebrow. He didn’t actually think Nie Mingjue was pushing this idea for his own purposes, even he was making a solid argument; this was all a roundabout means of ensuring that Lan Qiren wouldn’t go into seclusion over his guilt.

Sure enough, Nie Mingjue spluttered a little, and Lan Qiren smiled, intending on pointing out that neither of them were in any state to be having this discussion – that surely after some time and sober reflection they would be able to come up with a better way to deal with the threat of Wen Ruohan and societal expectations both – except he never got the chance to say it before Nie Mingjue blurted out, “I want to suck your cock.”

Lan Qiren stared.

Nie Mingjue looked back at him, defiant. “Well?” he said, challenge clear in his voice. “You’re not going to let the only memory I have on my tongue be Wen Ruohan, are you, Teacher Lan?”

Lan Qiren should refuse him. He should insist on them both pulling back – on Nie Mingjue getting dressed, he was still without a stitch of clothing on him – on taking some time to think before doing anything he couldn’t get back.

He shouldn’t be leaning back against the wall and waving his hand in implied permission.

He definitely shouldn’t do that, which is why he was so surprised to find that he was, in fact, doing it.

Nie Mingjue rose up on his knees and bent down with the recklessness aggression that was more characteristic of him than the hesitation of the day before, pushing aside Lan Qiren’s robes, and Lan Qiren was struck by a sudden, visceral memory of the day before, his cock shining with traces of Nie Mingjue’s own slick on it.

He didn’t have time to think about that too long, though, before his cock, already hard enough to ache, was disappearing into Nie Mingjue’s eager mouth.

It took Nie Mingjue a few tries to figure out what exactly to do – at first he let Lan Qiren’s cock into his cheek, and then to his throat, nearly choking when he did, and finally helped himself with his hand to Lan Qiren’s balls as if to steady himself, and he seemed uncertain as to whether he ought to be sucking or using his tongue or simply letting Lan Qiren’s cock sit on his tongue, trying one after the other without much distinction.

It was awful.

It was amazing.

Nie Mingjue’s hair was entirely loose now, falling over his face and onto Lan Qiren’s thighs, his expression intent and focused as if he were training his saber, his mouth full of Lan Qiren’s cock.

Lan Qiren found his hands drifting up and over towards him and restrained himself, forcing them back to his sides, but Nie Mingjue saw him and pulled up, wiping the drool off the corner of his mouth with the back of his palm.

“Teacher Lan,” he said. “This unlearned student humbly requests his teacher’s guidance.”

It was a lot harder to hide his interest when his cock was twitching in Nie Mingjue’s grip, Lan Qiren thought. He reached out and ran his fingers through Nie Mingjue’s hair, making the other man shiver.

“Students should not be impertinent,” he said, and Nie Mingjue swallowed hard. “If I agree to teach you, will you be obedient?”

“Yes, Teacher Lan,” Nie Mingjue said, and Lan Qiren guided his mouth back to his cock.

Nie Mingjue was, as always, a fast learner, even if the subject Lan Qiren was instructing him in was something he himself had little experience in beyond his fantasies. He avoided using teeth, cleverly applied his tongue, and sucked him enthusiastically, eagerly taking more into his mouth as soon as he could, tears springing into the corners of his eyes. He even obeyed Lan Qiren’s order to put his hands behind his back, hands clasping onto wrists, and allowed Lan Qiren to fuck his face, his fingers dug into his hair and scalp as his hips set a bruising pace.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” Lan Qiren asked when the possibility seemed close by, releasing him enough to pull off.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said, and his voice was a little hoarse. Hoarse from the use Lan Qiren had made of his throat, Lan Qiren thought, and noted that it was his cock that was shiny with spit this time, not Wen Ruohan’s fingers. A much better mental image. Perhaps there was something to Nie Mingjue’s idea of moving past yesterday’s events after all, though that might just be Lan Qiren’s libido making retroactive justifications. “Can I…on top?”

“You want to ride me?” Lan Qiren asked, and Nie Mingjue nodded, looking shamefaced. “You may.”

He said it as if he were granting Nie Mingjue a favor, but he watched avidly as Nie Mingjue clambered over to him, straddling him and kneeling above him, and swallowed when he realized that Nie Mingjue had yet to release his hands from behind his back – he hadn’t been given permission, so he hadn’t.

“Good boy,” Lan Qiren praised, and Nie Mingjue bit his lip. “You may use your hands to guide me inside.”

Nie Mingjue ended up having to finger himself open first to get him in there, grumbling about his healing speed, but Lan Qiren didn’t object to the delay – not when it gave him the front row seat to such an appealing show. Not when Nie Mingjue grunted as if struck when he finally pressed down in just the right way and Lan Qiren’s cock slipped inside of him.

“You’re so fucking big,” Nie Mingjue hissed, clearly not meaning it as a compliment as he put one arm on Lan Qiren’s shoulder to brace himself. “This is ridiculous. Other people aren’t like this.”

Lan Qiren was aware that he was above average in that particular regard, although not monstrously so. “Have you seen others?” he asked, curious, and was surprised when Nie Mingjue nodded.

“The Unclean Realm has common baths,” he reminded him. “Hot springs.”

Lan Qiren had known that, of course – had even taken advantage of them several times when visiting on discussion conferences or otherwise – but somehow he hadn’t expected that Nie Mingjue would have shared the baths with other men. He supposed that was his own failure of imagination and his unfamiliarity with the whole notion of misalignment, despite having disciplined his thoughts to accept it - after all, Nie Mingjue might be misaligned, might have the body of a woman, but he was a man of the Qinghe Nie, and the penalties for sexual misconduct in that sect were even stricter than the Lan sect’s. If he was recognized as a man, then surely he was a man, with all that entailed, and of course it would presumably have been even more inappropriate for him to go to the women’s baths…

He lost the train of thought entirely a moment later when, apparently impatient to get to it, Nie Mingjue proceeded to shove himself halfway down, impaling himself open on his cock. Lan Qiren caught his hips before he did himself any damage. “Slowly,” he snapped, then reined himself in. “Please recall that it is also a sensitive area for me.”

“Right,” Nie Mingjue said, flushing. “Of course. Slowly?”

“Slowly.”

Nie Mingjue gingerly settled himself the rest of the way down, sliding until he was fully seated, his cunt stretched wide across Lan Qiren’s cock. In the light of dawn, hair a mess and body still sticky with yesterday’s sweat, he looked beautiful as he started slowly working his hips up and down, his hand sliding in between his legs to rub at his clit as he started riding Lan Qiren in earnest.

“You’re doing so well,” Lan Qiren said. “Taking me so well. Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue panted. “Yes – yes. Like this. Like yesterday. It’s good.”

Lan Qiren brushed his hair back and touched him, ran his hands over his cheeks, his swollen lips, over his shoulders and down his sides, put his hands on his thighs and his hips, slid them back to cup his ass.

“Good,” he said, rocking his hips up to meet him. “I want you to feel good.”

“Can I –” Nie Mingjue started, and then hesitated.

Lan Qiren couldn’t help feeling a stab of humor. “Is there really something you’re afraid to ask me?” he inquired sternly. “Now?”

He squeezed Nie Mingjue’s ass with his hands, fingers kneading the firm flesh, one even slipping back to rub across his hole, and Nie Mingjue flushed.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted out, and Lan Qiren stilled.

Had they not…? No, he supposed they hadn’t. They’d fucked several times in several positions, Nie Mingjue had even gotten on his knees and put his cock into his mouth, and Lan Qiren hadn’t once kissed him.

“You may,” he said, his voice softening, and Nie Mingjue surged forward to press their lips together. It was a bad kiss by any objective criteria, too hard and noses bumping into each other, and Nie Mingjue had no idea what he was supposed to do with his tongue, whether to stick it into Lan Qiren’s mouth or simply jab it at him; after a moment he tried to pull back, looking embarrassed.

Lan Qiren caught him by the chin and drew him back in, trying to show him with his own lips what to do.

They kissed for a while, long, wet, slow kisses in the light of the morning dawn, Nie Mingjue in Lan Qiren’s lap with Lan Qiren’s cock seated firmly in his cunt, their hands in each other’s hair.

Lan Qiren felt something a little strange, a pulling sensation and then something falling, and then a moment later Nie Mingjue pulled back with a small exclamation of surprise: he’d accidentally tugged Lan Qiren’s forehead ribbon free. While it was bound tightly, its position reinforced with magic, Lan Qiren hadn’t rearranged it since the evening before, when it had undoubtedly become loose during their activities.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Nie Mingjue said, watching as the ribbon fluttered down, twining with his fingers. “I didn’t mean to –”

Lan Qiren rose up in a sudden movement and pushed him back onto the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he announced, suddenly giddy – like any good Lan, his ribbon was his self-restraint, and must never be touched by any but his parents, his children, or his lover. It belatedly occured to him that per that last exception, Nie Mingjue was at the moment unquestionably permitted. “Put your hands above your head.”

Nie Mingjue looked confused, but obeyed at once – such a good student – and gaped when Lan Qiren looped his forehead ribbon around his wrists, tying him to the bed.

“You can hold onto it if you like,” Lan Qiren told him kindly, and then set about fucking him as enthusiastically as he might have ever imagined doing to a lover. Nie Mingjue did end up clutching at the ribbon as if for balance, yielding completely to Lan Qiren’s whims as he fucked him in multiple positions, pushing his body around as if it was his own personal doll.

They ended up side by side, with Lan Qiren penetrating Nie Mingjue from behind and Nie Mingjue having freed one hand – with Lan Qiren’s permission, of course – to frantically touch himself as Lan Qiren fucked him. He came first, body shuddering, and Lan Qiren took advantage of his suddenly slack body to curl up against him and use him mercilessly before he, too, reached completion, spilling into that warm, wet heat.

“Fuck,” Nie Mingjue said, panting as Lan Qiren pulled out and sat up. He sounded impressed. “I see why you keep those on.”

Lan Qiren retrieved his forehead ribbon from where it was still looped around Nie Mingjue’s other hand and settled it back in place on his forehead before starting to gather up the rest of his clothing, discarded at some point in the morning’s proceedings as it had not been the evening before. “You did too well in my classes for me to think that you don’t know that that is not how that works,” he said primly, and was rewarded with Nie Mingjue’s smile.

Truly a handsome young man.

His lover. Apparently.

The last few days had been full of terrible decisions, this morning’s almost certainly among them, but he was suddenly having trouble feeling regret. It was difficult to think of himself as another Jin Guangshan, careless and ruthless with the bodies of others, when his own lover looked pleased as a smug cat and just as satisfied. When only moments before he’d been whimpering out pleas for more amidst moans of pleasure that Lan Qiren had himself wrung from his body.

Perhaps Nie Mingjue had had a point, about the seclusion. He would not have actually retreated from the world as his brother did, but he might have tried to punish himself in other ways, withdrawing from the things he liked best – teaching, for one – without considering that Nie Mingjue was, unlike his actual students, an adult capable of making his own decisions, having his own calculus of what was acceptable and what was not.

“I’ll call for baths to be prepared,” he decided. They really did have to discuss their next steps, even if his own forward thinking was currently restricted to his intense need to clean himself thoroughly.

“Excellent idea,” Nie Mingjue said, sitting up himself and rubbing his wrists. “I feel absolutely filthy – sticky all over. I’ve ended night-hunts, good ones, and still been less sweaty than this…”

Lan Qiren made the mistake of looking at Nie Mingjue as he stretched himself and swallowed abruptly when he saw the place between his thighs, still reddened from their joining, and the trickle of fluid that slowly seeped down and dripped onto his thigh.

His first reaction was a smug feeling of pride and possession.

His second –

“I shouldn’t have finished inside of you,” he abruptly realized. He’d been thinking of Nie Mingjue as a man, and one could sow seeds all one liked with a man without concern that one of them might take root - but even if Nie Mingjue was a man in his mind and soul, his body was not. “The storm has passed, but the hill is likely to be still impassible for some time yet. I don’t know if there will be appropriate medicine available…”

Nie Mingjue stared at him briefly, then abruptly sniggered. “You’re worrying about that now?” he asked, eyes curved up into crescents. “Teacher, how many times did you come inside of me yesterday?”

It had in fact been rather a lot.

He resisted defending himself by arguing that even if it might not have been strictly necessary as a technical matter, it was surely unavoidable because they wouldn’t have been able to tolerate a few more rounds; Nie Mingjue wasn’t even accusing him of anything.

“Aren’t you concerned?” Lan Qiren asked hesitantly. “About the possibility of a –” He choked a little. “Of a child?”

“I’d resigned myself to the risk from the start,” Nie Mingjue said with a shrug that was, in Lan Qiren’s view, taking things far too casually. “Medicine taken after the fact is notoriously unreliable – there are plenty of children in the world that owe their births to that! There’s nothing to be done about it, so don’t panic unnecessarily. It’ll be what it is, and at least the child, if there is one, won’t be surnamed Wen.”

It would serve Wen Ruohan’s purposes very well to ensure that Nie Mingjue was impregnated, Lan Qiren thought, panicking a perfectly reasonable amount in his opinion. What better way to show off his power and dominion over the powerful Nie sect than to force their sect leader to bear him a child? There were medicines to increase fertility as well, even if most doctors recommended against them, and of course Wen Ruohan wouldn’t care about the increased risk, even though even the strongest female cultivators often died in the birthing bed…

Even putting aside the risks, he’d never really thought too closely about having a child of his own. What would his nephews think of all this? They were still young, especially little Wangji – would they think he was seeking to replace them? Would they –

“– teacher? Sect Leader Lan?”

Lan Qiren blinked and forced himself to pay attention to Nie Mingjue, who was now fully dressed and standing in front of him. He looked much as he always did, tall and powerful, indominable – it was far too early for there to be any signs if he was pregnant, of course, but Lan Qiren couldn’t help but examine him with his eyes, wondering. Was it possible that even now…?

“Did I break you?” Nie Mingjue asked, and waved his hand in front of Lan Qiren’s eyes.

“You did not,” Lan Qiren said, finally recovering some of his dignity. “I was merely distracted. The baths –”

“I’ve already asked for them,” Nie Mingjue said, smirking. “You may need to have a conversation with your attendants regarding discretion – I doubt they missed the smell – but baths will be ready soon. We rose early enough that we’ll be able to bathe, change clothing, and still make it to the first meeting of the day, though I expect that will be cancelled on account of crisis.”

Lan Qiren frowned. “Crisis? Are you planning…”

He trailed off, abruptly disappointed in himself. He’d been about to ask if Nie Mingjue were planning on confronting Wen Ruohan for what he’d done, and to counsel against it – they could not afford to start a war, his sect would never support a war – but then he hadn’t been the target of Wen Ruohan’s scheme, even if he’d been involuntarily pulled into the mire. Who was he to tell Nie Mingjue that he couldn’t even vent his frustration?

“Oh, not me,” Nie Mingjue said, his thoughts clearly not following Lan Qiren’s at all from the faint smirk on his face. “Collateral damage only.”

“…oh?”

“Your attendants brought gossip as well as breakfast,” Nie Mingjue said, looking positively smug. “And I had time to send my own attendants to do the same for Sect Leader Jiang.”

Now Lan Qiren was truly lost. Nie Mingjue looked like a cat that had just brought home some murdered prey and wanted to be praised for it, but he couldn’t figure out what it was that he’d done. “Sect Leader Jiang?” he asked, bemused and deciding to put aside his attendants’ behavior for the moment. “You sent him – breakfast and news?”

“Breakfast, and a tonic to help ease any side-effects of the drug he, like the two of us, was dosed with,” Nie Mingjue said. “I imagine he’ll be very relieved to know he has something to blame for his conduct last night.”

“His – oh no,” Lan Qiren said. “One of the dancers?”

“One of the dancers,” Nie Mingjue confirmed.

“Yu Ziyuan –” Is going to cut off his balls and wear them as earrings. “– will not be pleased.”

“No, I imagine not.”

Lan Qiren studied Nie Mingjue. “Did you, by chance, happen to mention who was responsible for putting the drugs in his food?”

“Naturally. I even mentioned that the bottle I found in the kitchens appeared to be stamped with the mark of a Lanling glassmaker.”

Lan Qiren pinched the brow of his nose. Jiang Fengmian was a very easy-going man, most of the time, but his extremely vicious wife was his bottom line – he would undoubtedly kick up his version of a fuss with both Wen Ruohan and Jin Guangshan, and his version of a fuss, while not violent, was extremely time-consuming. The morning and, very likely, the afternoon, were almost certain to be a complete waste of everyone’s time.

“A bath first,” Lan Qiren said, deciding not to think about it. “And then we should discuss out next steps.”

“A bath for sure,” Nie Mingjue said, and scrubbed his face, satisfaction at sending a disaster to his enemies’ doorstep fading in favor of his habitual scowl. “As for next steps…I don’t think there’s anything to be done. We’re not prepared for a war and I can’t beat Wen Ruohan in a duel, so there’s no point in calling him out, especially as most of the cultivation world would say that nothing actually bad came of it.”

They would, too, and probably imply that Nie Mingjue had brought his fate upon himself by being born the way he was born and then not conforming himself to the accepted behaviors of the sex of his birth.

They would also then proceed to congratulate Lan Qiren and he would be forced to murder them to make them stop (and then he would need to retreat to seclusion), so it was probably all for the best that Nie Mingjue wasn’t being reckless.

“If he’s not going to press for a marriage, then we write up an engagement contract and sit on it,” Nie Mingjue concluded. “We carry on as we always have, each of us in our own sects, and, with luck, no one finds out that it exists except for the two of us.”

“For how long?”

“Until Wen Ruohan is defeated,” Nie Mingjue said, then amended, “Or until you find someone else you wish to marry, of course. I would not stand between you and your ‘one’.”

Lan Qiren had his nephews and his sect to care for; he had precious few opportunities to leave his sect to meet new people, and even fewer people would be interested in him, knowing that he was only a stand-in with all the responsibilities and none of the privileges. He had already resigned himself to not even thinking of marriage until his nephews were old enough to inherit the role of sect leader.

“I do not expect that to be an issue,” he said briefly, then glanced at Nie Mingjue’s midsection. “What if…?”

“We’ll find out in a month or so,” Nie Mingjue said, shrugging. “No point in worrying about it until then, is there?”

It was times like this that Lan Qiren appreciated and also despised the brutal practicality of the Nie sect.

“Very well,” he said, and tried not to wonder if the child would be surnamed Nie or Lan, assuming it even existed. Though perhaps it was a cruelty of him to think of it, given… “How old are you?”

Nie Mingjue gave him a strange look, which Lan Qiren supposed he deserved, knowing as he did that the Qinghe Nie did not share that information.

“Just – you’re of age?” he tried. “An adult?”

“I’m old enough,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “There are younger than me that have been mothers safely.”

That wasn’t entirely what Lan Qiren was asking, but he knew he wouldn’t get a better response, and in all truth he wasn’t really sure he wanted to know, either. Knowing wouldn’t change what he’d done – what they’d done together – and shamefully it probably wouldn’t make his desire to do it again any less.

He vaguely heard a distant crash.

“Oh, good!” Nie Mingjue said. “Sect Leader Jiang woke up.”

Lan Qiren grimaced and went to bathe. He would deal with this – with all of this, up to and including his emotional reaction to everything that had happened in the past day – later.

For now, he would carry on.

Everything else could wait.

It did.

Years later, when the war they had tried so hard to prevent was won – when Lan Qiren had been nearly crippled by Wen Xu, who Nie Mingjue later beheaded – when Nie Mingjue was the war god of the cultivation world, and Lan Xichen, Lan Qiren’s nephew who had once been so young, was now renowned as a heaven-sent bringer of mercy, when the two of them had sworn brotherhood along with the man who had (finally) killed Wen Ruohan and brought an end to the cultivation world’s long nightmare – Nie Mingjue came to the Cloud Recesses on foot through the mountain path.

This was, of course, the most irritating way to get to the Cloud Recesses, so it was no surprise that Lan Xichen was waiting patiently for him by the gate, an expression of curiosity writ large all over his face to those who knew him well enough to read it.

“Is something the matter?” he asked the moment Nie Mingjue made it to the gate. “Is Baxia…?”

“Baxia’s fine, I’m fine,” Nie Mingjue said. “Also, I may be thinking something terribly rude about your ancestors in relation to that last hill, but I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

He wouldn’t be the first, or the last, to think such things. There was a reason some of their more reasonable ancestors had invested in stairs for the main entrance, strong cultivators or not.

“Can we speak in private?” he added. “In your study, perhaps – and you should invite your uncle.”

Lan Xichen looked even more intrigued. “Of course, da-ge. At once.”

It was a little presumptuous of him to promise such a thing, given that Lan Qiren might have been busy, but he wasn’t. He certainly wasn’t skulking around the entrance gate along with far too many others in his sect, wondering why Nie Mingjue hadn’t ridden a horse or taken the easy way up along the stairs that had been put in place for just that reason, although one might be forgiven for thinking that that was what he was doing – at any rate, there was no conflict, and so they all three of them went to Lan Xichen’s rooms.

The sect leader’s rooms, now. It was still a little strange.

“I’ll have someone fetch us tea,” Lan Xichen said, but Nie Mingjue shook his head. “No?”

“Don’t preempt me,” Nie Mingjue said, and pulled a qiankun pouch out of his sleeve. “Tea is part of the gifts I brought.”

“Gifts,” Lan Xichen repeated, his eyes going wide and a little worried. He knew, and Lan Qiren knew, what that might mean. “You brought gifts?”

Nie Mingjue nodded. “Walk on a road with no path, bearing gifts,” he recited, and Lan Qiren felt his heart try to stop in his chest at the confirmation of Nie Mingjue’s intention. “That’s how proper wedding proposals are done in the Lan sect, aren’t they?”

“Under…certain circumstances,” Lan Xichen admitted. He put his hands behind his back to hide his anxiety. “Da-ge…you’ve always been a – very good friend –”

“Of many years running,” Nie Mingjue agreed. “I’m not going to lie; I’m hoping to capitalize on that to get your approval.”

“My…approval?” Lan Xichen asked, astonished, and rightfully so: he was no one’s father, so his approval would only be required for those whose parents had already died – a function of his role as sect leader. Yet, sect leader or not, no one could grant their approval over their own marriage, and that meant that Nie Mingjue was not, as Lan Xichen had so clearly feared, here to propose to him – poor Lan Xichen, who was exclusively interested in women and who had on account of that already needed to subtly turn down the advances of his other sworn brother. “You want my approval?”

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue said. “I’m here for your uncle.”

“My – shufu?!”

“We’re already engaged, so that should make it easier to get it through your sect elders,” Nie Mingjue said. “I still wanted to do it right, though.”

Lan Qiren covered his eyes with his hands as Lan Xichen exclaimed, far too loudly, “You’re engaged?! To shufu? Since when?!”

There were several audible thunk sounds from outside the hanshi. Several people would need to be punished for eavesdropping, and by morning they would probably need to discipline the entire sect for breaching the prohibition against gossip.

“Oh, ages,” Nie Mingjue said blithely, and Lan Qiren resisted the urge to try to wring his neck. “I think you were something like fifteen? It was something of a matter of circumstance at the time, though I like to think we’ve reached an understanding in the ensuing years.”

Lan Xichen’s mouth kept moving, but no sound was coming out.

“Are you intending on me marrying into your sect?” Lan Qiren asked, deciding to move onto the practicalities while his nephew processed his shock.

Nie Mingjue nodded. “Obviously you can come to the Cloud Recesses as much as required to assist Xichen with his responsibilities, but your reputation as a teacher is such that I’m sure you would be able to teach just as well from the Unclean Realm.”

“Statements like that may lead my sect elders to think that you’re trying to poach me.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on starting my pitch to them by pointing out that the Unclean Realm has more surfaces we can fuck against, was I?”

Lan Xichen made an extremely high-pitched sound from the back of his throat.

“I would advise against making that argument, yes,” Lan Qiren said with a sigh. “However, it would be more helpful to point out how this would mitigate their concern regarding additional collateral branches in the main lineage of the Lan clan.”

“I’ll take your advice,” Nie Mingjue said. “I’ll also read your agreement to the entire concept into it. Well, Xichen? You going to let me steal your uncle away or what?”

“I would hardly term it as stealing –”

“You had sex?!” Lan Xichen shouted. “With my uncle?! And – uncle! You! With Mingjue-xiong?!”

“This may take a while,” Lan Qiren said to Nie Mingjue, maintaining his dignity.

“I’m going to tell Wangji!”

“Possibly a long while,” he revised.

“I’ll go wait in your quarters then, shall I?”

“You will,” Lan Qiren said testily, “wait in the guest quarters to which you will be assigned, as is appropriate.”

Nie Mingjue grinned at him. “Oh, all right,” he said. “Maybe I’ll go to the library and read up on interpretations regarding your sect’s rules on promiscuity between engaged couples.”

“Da-ge!”

“Sect Leader Nie, don’t make this worse. Go already.”

“I’m going, I’m going…”

Lan Qiren would not start his married life by strangling his intended, no matter how much of a troublemaker he was being. Though he might put him over his knee later on.

Something to think about.

#mdzs #lan qiren #nie mingjue #lan xichen #my fic #my fics #without a path

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randomleafoflove · 2 years ago

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I have finally settle on a name for this AU, and will begin posting on AO3! With corrections and possible little additions. I will still post everything here first, because it makes me feel better about it. The name is Owe it all.

In this part, Wuxian is (not) lonely.

Lan Zhan walked away again, ignoring Wuxian’s attempts to talk to him of anything other than class work.

Mournfully, Wuxian watched him disappear behind a bend in the path towards the library. Lan Zhan was such a teacher’s pet! This whole lecture thing must’ve been a repeat performance for him. Wuxian just didn’t understand how come he hadn’t died of boredom yet! Wuxian was dying of boredom, and he was in not quite hostile territory! He had to keep his guard up, at least a little, all the time, because the Nie, while not outwardly hostile… no, that’s a lie, the Nie were outwardly hostile, but they weren’t getting physical, just scoffing at his answers, and ignoring him at every other opportunity. And if Wuxian knew the lecture material (which he did), then Lan Zhan for sure knew it, probably like the back of his hand.

But Lan Zhan was interesting! Not just pretty, like he’d first thought, but he’d shown Wuxian he could consider a new angle when he’d been presented by Wuxian’s choice materials for any of Lan-xiansheng’s essays.

He’d been trying to strike up conversation of animals he liked this time. (His spiritual peregrine falcon Xifeng was getting so smart! Before he left for Cloud Recesses, she could pluck out eyes from yao and monsters! She’d flown to Cloud Recesses a few times, looking for him, but because “Pets are forbidden” he’d had to send her back to Nightless Sky every time.) His answer had been a reiteration of the rules, which, yeah, he knows, okay? He knows pets are forbidden, he knows preferential treatment is forbidden (Ha!), he knows interfering with wildlife is forbidden! But surely Lan Zhan has a preference? Surely he doesn’t like koi as much as frogs as much as herons as much as cats? He doesn’t prefer dogs, does he?

With a sigh and a pout, he turned on his heel and meandered around the public, semi-cultivated spaces around the sect.

He ended up at a sloping meadow at the very edges and sat in the shadow of a wild magnolia tree. It looked like a place where amorous teenagers would come to spend time together in secret when the magnolia was in bloom, but by now, even the last flower had fallen already. The tree made him miss home and shijie and his cohort. Would xiao-Ren and xiao-Lu even remember him when he got home?

He didn’t mind missing isolation for the year, but he did mind he missed the day after, a day of shijie just spoiling him and spending time with him.

Hit with a sudden bout of home sickness, he pulled his dizi from his sleeve, and started playing.

After having circled through all of his favorites of shijie’s tunes, he lowered his flute, pulled his knees up, and just stared at the vista.

He wasn’t lonely. He wasn’t.

He just missed his friends. Wen Ning’s quiet company as he studied some herb lore or anatomy scroll. Zhuliu-shixiong’s firm advice in hand-to-hand combat. Even Lingchang-shixiong’s snoring.

His own room with unlimited privacy wasn’t much consolation when he had no one to seek privacy from.

Wuxian slapped his cheeks.

Enough maudlin!

So he was alone and friendless in unfriendly territory! It was just eight more months and he’d get to go home! And until then, he’d try to befriend Lan Zhan!

He’d just have to try again tomorrow!

He jumped up with new determination.

He’d go work on the long-distance communication seal in his room and brew a pot of the tea shijie had sent over in her most recent care package. He was Wen Wuxian, and if the others didn’t appreciate his company, he wouldn’t force it on them. Obviously Lan Zhan was different. If he really didn’t want Wuxian around, he’d say it straight out instead of just ignoring him like he did everyone else. Silence was tacit approval!

On his way back, he found something.

‘*’*’*’*’*’*’*’*’

“Lan Zhan! Psst! Lan Zhan!” Wuxian whisper-shouted through the library window, leaning on it, his quarry in his arms.

Lan Zhan, ever diligent, was working on something in one of the small study spaces dotted around the library.

“Lan-er-gongzi! Lan Wangji! Lan-er-gege!” Wuxian tried different ways to call for Lan Zhan’s attention, until the last one had Lan Zhan’s head snapping up and his normally stoic face set in an annoyed frown. Wuxian just grinned wider and hefted his arms up! “Look what I found! Cute, aren’t they? Since you couldn’t decide on a favorite animal, I decided bunnies suit you! They’re just as cute as you!”

“Pets are forbidden.”

“Yes, yes, I know. So do you want them?”

“Pets are forbidden!” he repeated, as if Wuxian hadn’t heard him the first time.

With a sinking feeling, Wuxian sighed. It looked like his idea was bust, again.

“If you don’t want them, just say so. I’ll still have time to roast them for dinner.”

Now Lan Zhan looked scandalized. “Killing is forbidden in Cloud Recesses!”

“So I’ll go to Caiyi and see if a nice jiejie or gege will roast them for me. Maybe I’ll find a proper spice merchant too,” Wuxian said and prepared to leave when the bunnies in his arms jumped through the window and to Lan Zhan’s low table. The black one started immediately exploring its new environment, obviously having never been inside before, let alone in a library. The white one remained alert, watching over its companion, only jumping closer when the black one got too far out of its reach.

They were so cute, it’d be a pity to roast them for dinner, but Wuxian had Xifeng, and she was a possessive bird that ate bunnies if she caught them. Bringing them to Nightless Sky was therefore out of the question.

“Well, come on then, give them here and I’ll be off to Caiyi.”

Lan Zhan’s mouth tightened minutely, and Wuxian only caught it because looking at Lan Zhan’s lips was a favorite pass time of his.

“No. They were a gift, you can’t take gifts back.”

Elation burst in Wuxian. Lan Zhan had accepted his gift!

Smiling wider than ever before, Wuxian rested his cheek on his palm and watched Lan Zhan watch the bunnies, taking in every minute change, as he relaxed and even had the slightest smile. Then his eyes widened fractionally, and Wuxian, curious as ever, looked at the bunnies again.

At the mating bunnies.

At the bunnies mating on Lan Zhan’s desk.

“Hey, do you think you’ll have baby bunnies too before fall?”

“That’s impossible.”

“What? Why? They’re certainly giving it a go.”

“They’re both male.”

@seafoamsandwhich do you want to be tagged every time?

#mo dao zu shi #grand master of demonic cultivation #fanfic #owe it all 'verse #wei wuxian #lan wangji #cloud recesses #bunnies #wen wuxian

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 4 years ago

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More dissection of the narrative mirrors that Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng are for each other along with the False Romantic Lead that Jiang Cheng falls into next to Lan Wangji's true show of affection. And to outline again, no I do not "ship it", as Wei Wuxian's love of Jiang Cheng was always presented as platonic but a very firm case could be made about Jiang Cheng's nebulous mess of feelings.

Wei WuXian, “ Lan-er-gongzi, what you’re asking for really can’t be explained in a short amount of time. And it’s also strange. If I were to ask you about the GusuLan Sect’s secret techniques, would you answer me?”

Lan WangJi walked past Jiang Cheng and came straight at him. Wei WuXian crossed his flute in front of him, “This is too much, isn’t it? Why so unfriendly? Lan Zhan, just what in the world do you want to do?”

Lan WangJi spoke one word at a time, “Go back to Gusu with me.”

At the peak of Wei Wuxian's rise of becoming the Yiling Laozu (yes yes, I know Patriarch is popular... but I don't like it as a translation at all with this genre.), due to being on edge he does not realize Lan Wangji's pressure for answers is concern and worry, not a rebuke or judgement. He is not asking to punish Wei Wuxian, though with Wei Wuxian's previous experience, Lan Wangji has always been associated with it due to his strict adherence to Gusu Lan principles.

Wei WuXian, “Damage, how much, or none, I know it the best. As for my heart, it’s my heart, after all. I know what I’m doing.”

Lan WangJi, “Some things you cannot be able to control at all.”

Displeasure flashed across Wei WuXian’s face, “Of course I can control it.”

Lan WangJi walked a step closer. He seemed to be about to speak again when Wei WuXian closed his eyes, “Anyways, on the topic of how my heart is, what could other people know about it? Why should other people care about it?”

Lan WangJi paused. He had suddenly been angered, “… Wei WuXian!”

Wei WuXian had been angered as well, “Lan WangJi! Do you really have to make this difficult for me at such a point in time? You want me to go to the Cloud Recesses for the GusuLan Sect’s confinement punishment? Who do you think you are, what do you think the GusuLan Sect is?! You really think that I won’t resist?!”

Hostile energy formed between the two of them. Over Bichen’s hilt, Lan WangJi’s knuckles turned white. Jiang Cheng’s voice was cold, “Lan-er-gongzi, right now, the chaos with the Wen Sect hasn't stopped yet. This is the time where we desperately need forces. People don’t even have the time to care for themselves, why would the GusuLan Sect be concerned about something so removed from it? Wei WuXian is on our side. Do you want to punish our own people?”

Wei WuXian regained his composure, “That’s right. It’s all good as long as the Wen-dogs are the ones killed. Why care about how I kill them?”

The two knew how to continue each other’s words ever since they were young. Now, one sentence after another, the argument flowed seamlessly, “Apologies for saying something so blunt, but even if we get to the bottom of this, Wei WuXian isn’t from your sect at all. It’s not the GusuLan Sect’s place to punish him. No matter whom he goes back with, it wouldn’t be you.”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s expression froze. He looked up at Wei WuXian, the lump at his throat trembling, “I…”

Jiang Cheng on the other hand receives Wei Wuxian happily, but, interestingly does not inquire himself just how Wei Wuxian really is, just that he is happy to take in another supporter to his torture of Wen Chao and Wen Zhuilu. He helps to double down on Wei Wuxian's argument that Lan Wangji is an outsider and has no right to question Wei Wuxian, he belongs to Yunmeng Jiang, in other words, Jiang Cheng. There is the thread of possession there that Wei Wuxian does not realize is from Jiang Cheng, not Lan Wangji. Their places have been twisted to reflect a false sense of security vs the false sense of threat.

Wei WuXian suddenly murmured, “… Lan Zhan.”

He reached out and grabbed at one of Lan WangJi’s sleeves. Lan WangJi had stayed by his side. He immediately bent down and whispered, “I am here.”

Wei WuXian hadn’t woken up yet. His eyes were still tightly shut, yet his hand didn’t let go either. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering, “… Don’t… Don’t be angry…”

Lan WangJi seemed somewhat surprised. Yet his voice was gentle, “I am not angry.”

Wei WuXian, “… Oh.”

Hearing this, as though he finally felt assured, his fingers loosened.

Lan WangJi sat beside Wei WuXian for a while. Seeing that he was motionless again, he was about to stand up when Wei WuXian reached out to him with his other hand, hugging his arm and refusing to let go. He shouted, “I’ll go with you, quick, take me back to your sect!”

Lan WangJi’s eyes widened.

After his outburst, Wei WuXian seemed to have shouted himself awake. His long lashes trembled before he slowly opened his eyes. After his sight finally went from blurred to clear, he suddenly realized that both of his hands were wrapped around Lan WangJi as though he was grasping a straw, clutching at a floating piece of wood within water.

Immediately after Wei Wuxian's reflection of the past, still caught up within that, agrees that Lan Wangji was his true safety and has associated Lan Wangji with protection and concern. Something that Jiang Cheng really was not during their time of the war. The opposite of what was meant to be projected in their younger years as Wei Wuxian has come to learn and admit that Jiang Cheng really did not know him as he once believed. Lan Wangji thirteen years later is also much calmer in the face of Wei Wuxian's own conflict and is quick to reassure him that he is just there for him as a moor of help.

Before, during the first siege of The Grave Mounds, Jin GuangShan led the LanlingJin Sect, while Jiang Cheng led the YunmengJiang Sect; Lan QiRen led the GusuLan Sect, while Nie MingJue led the QingheNie Sect. The former two were the main forces, the latter two could’ve stayed behind. Now, the LanlingJin Sect’s leader hadn’t even arrived, having only sent people for the GusuLan Sect to command; the GusuLan Sect was still led by Lan QiRen; Nie HuaiSang replaced his brother’s position, shrunken within the crowd, his face still full of ‘I don’t know anything’, ‘I don’t want to do anything’, and ‘I’m just here for the numbers’.

Jiang Cheng was the only one still surrounded by hostile energy, face insidious, staring straight at him.

But…Wei WuXian looked slightly to the side. He saw Lan WangJi, who stood beside him, without any hint of hesitation, any thought of withdrawing.

Now, this time, he wasn’t alone anymore.

During the second siege Wei Wuxian dwells on his feelings concerning the two once more. Jiang Cheng has directed his anger away from the Wens and now to Wei Wuxian who he had not worried for, electing to use his hostility to alienate Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji on the other hand silently affirms he is there for Wei Wuxian, and allows him to use his own words, to not speak for him like Jiang Cheng once did.

His second meeting with Jiang Cheng reiterates his distinct distaste for setting foot in Lotus Pier or being in Jiang Cheng's presence alone.

Jiang Cheng interrupted, “It’s just what? You can’t say it? Don’t worry, you can go back to Lotus Pier and say your excuses while kneeling in front of my parents’ graves.”

Wei WuXian calmed himself down and searched as fast as he could for a way out of the situation at hand. Although he had always dreamed of returning to Lotus Pier once before, he didn’t want to go back to the tattered one nowadays!

This is nicely paralleled later when Wei Wuxian is hurt over the idea that he can't be with Lan Wangji in any capacity any longer and knows that he can't take that rejection if it comes to that.

In the beginning, when he was with Lan WangJi, he never thought this was a problem at all. He took it for granted that they’d continue like this, unchanging. But after tonight, maybe he and Lan WangJi couldn’t go back to how they were ever again. Without Lan WangJi, maybe it wasn’t too impossible for him to roam the world on his own.

But a voice in Wei WuXian’s heart told him with certainty, No, you can’t.

Effectively, the two have switched places for Wei Wuxian in the way he associates their places in his life. He wants Lan Wangji's steady presence and genuine questions of his methods to safely overcome things, over Jiang Cheng unquestionably using him as a tool until he realizes Wei Wuxian is his own person, not an extension of him.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji vs jiang cheng #I like character mirroring okay #don't mind me

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