This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes.
That impression does not last.
Source: seldom all they seem, by Fahye – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I adore betrothal AUs, and this one is just wonderful – gently funny and describing a kinder version of events that still remains recognisable.
And then the man sees Hanguang-Jun, and Lan Sizhui looks over to see a star-struck expression on his face like the heavens have opened up and dropped something sublime on his doorstep. And then the man, swathed in black-and-red, runs.
Lan Sizhui does not see him again until the incident at Dafan Mountain. Master Mo plays a song that Lan Sizhui knows deep in his bones, and when his father materializes he has to look away for fear of being blinded by the sheer look of something on his face.
Hanguang-Jun is relieved and terrified and amazed and full of wonder.
Source: five stories about rabbits, by awenswords – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
A completely delightful A-Yuan POV as he tries to make sense of the stranger at his father’s side and the changes he brings.
It’d been an exhausting summer, but Wang Yibo couldn’t remember another where he’d laughed quite so much or talked quite so freely or teased quite so easily. They’d riled each other up like they were born to do it, and brought each other back again just as effortlessly – and afterwards, they’d said goodbye, and Yibo’s world had felt muted.
Source: The greatest distance between two people, by dea_liberty – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) RPF [Archive of Our Own]
Locked for AO3 users. This is utter perfection – my heart almost exploded.
Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”
“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”
“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.
Source: The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts – Chapter 1, by aubreyli – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
The ducklings decide Wei Wuxian’s reputation needs restoring but end up writing a romance instead… Wei Wuxian is traveling and writing lots of letters. This story is a gem from start to finish, both funny and sweet and altogether wonderful.
It’s all that bare skin. That’s the problem. Lan Xichen is right: cold water was a good thought, but this has simply compounded the issue. Sticking thirty young people currently out of their minds with magically-induced lust in such immediate and naked proximity to one another is enough to overcome even the most well-instilled Lan discipline.
Well. That’s not quite right. The most disciplined Lan of them all is currently hard at work in the library pavilion, having barely broken into a sweat beneath his own robes, despite being the one to catch the first and largest part of this unusual assault. Wei Wuxian smiles at his own feet for a moment, letting the fondness wash through him, then returns his attention to the problem.
Source: Stainless, by Fahye – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I might just have a new favourite sex pollen fic. 🙂
His name is Xiao Xingchen. He was once a good man, a cultivator. He lived in a world of darkness, as he does now. He does not remember his own face, but he remembers the face of another, so dark and beautiful. He loved the man with the face that was dark and beautiful. That man was gone now, dead by Xingchen’s own hand. Xingchen took his own life in sorrow and regret. He deserved to die, but his spirit could not leave.
Source: Words Unspoken, Sights Unseen – Chapter 1, by GlendaloughGoddess – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Xiao Xingchen is a broken soul trapped in a pouch, carried by a wordless protector. This is the heartachingly beautiful story of how he finds his way back to his heart.
It begins with a stray clementine, half-peeled and trailing rind, rounding the corner and rolling down the hallway. Lan Zhan has just stepped into the lobby of the apartment complex, grateful for the reprieve from the heat. He blinks, bemused, and watches as the clementine rolls to a stop just behind him.
Source: your heart, two doors down, by ficklish – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Warm and sweet modern day AU, exactly my kind of catnip!
Lan WangJi pushes him, thrusts a sword in his hand—go, go —and when he doesn’t go, Lan WangJi drags him up. The wind his hair against his face as Lan WangJi hauls him onto Bichen with him, his own sword dangling useless from his hand. He thinks it’s funny that not too long ago, Lan WangJi had refused to touch so much as his hand, and now he’s being held close with one arm, the other throwing talisman spell after talisman spell behind them.
Source: nothing gold can stay, by rikke – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Canon-divergence where Lan Wangji rescues Wei Wuxian from Wen Chao. Had me on the edge of my seat!
Club Yiling is unique in that it’s coed. Lan Wangji wishes it were less unique when he feels his throat go dry, eyes locking with a dancer sauntering out onto the stage with the most obscene sway to his hips. The man somehow picks him out of the crowd and winks at him with dark eyes, and Lan Wangji quickly averts his gaze, back to his glass, back to the condensation, back to melting ice and still water. His heart is beating rapidly in his ears, blood rushing to his head uncomfortably. He digs his nails into his palm.
It’s not like he’s never seen an attractive man before in his life—there are plenty of attractive men in the world. There are plenty of attractive men in his own sect. But Lan Wangji is the second young master of his family. He cannot look at men. He has a responsibility.
Source: please forgive my most passionate disruptions – Chapter 1, by pumpkinpaix (scribogenesis) – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
A strip club!AU (set in a modern world that still has cultivators) should by any rights be crack – instead this took me on a feel-filled journey and made me care so damn much.