Category: gen

Empathy, by spoken – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The candle has burnt itself halfway by the time Song Lan stirs. Wangji has been meditating with his eyes closed and he can feel the weight of the other man’s eyes on him, senses when they slide over to Wei Ying’s sleeping form.

Slowly, gingerly, Song Lan gets to his feet, still favouring the side he had injured, probably in the fight with Wen Ning. Wangji opens his eyes a crack, just in time to see the moonlight glowing through the paper windows catch the edge of Fuxue’s blade.

Source: Empathy, by spoken – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The night after Xue Yang’s death, Lan Wangji and Song Lan share a moment. I never knew I needed this – it hurts, but it’s also so very beautiful, to see Wangji use his own painful experiences to reach out to a man who’s lost everything.

[EN/SP Sub]【王一博 Wang Yibo x 肖战 Xiao Zhan】【博君一肖】男孩【王一博视角】 – YouTube

That Boy by Liang Bo is Wang Yibo’s favourite song – and he chose it to represent Xiao Zhan. They make me so happy – and so does this wonderful tribute to their friendship.

 

Snowmelt, by mondengel – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

“I will never abandon Wei Ying.”

Against the whole cultivation world Wangji stood strong and righteous, and all Lan Xichen could do was cry.

Source: Snowmelt, by mondengel – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

A missing scene from the novel, a painful Lan Xichen POV that beautifully (and heartbreakingly) highlights everything that makes Lan Zhan special.

A Little Happiness, by Suspicious_Popsicle – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

It was a beautiful, sunny day. A crisp, cool breeze was blowing, offset by the warm rays of the sun. The grass was vibrantly green, sprinkled with tiny white flowers. The rabbits were out, hopping contentedly around their meadow, practically begging to be picked up and cuddled. All of it was made surreal by the fact that a six-year-old Lan WangJi sat in the middle of the clearing, silently petting a black rabbit that had made itself comfortable on his lap.

Wei WuXian sat nearer the edge of the meadow, legs crossed at the ankles, chin in hand, and his elbow resting on his knee. He stared at Lan WangJi, searching for happiness in him.

Source: A Little Happiness, by Suspicious_Popsicle – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

A completely enchanting de-aging story, sweet and funny and full of love.