“No,” Xiao Xingchen bites out, the words like a whipcrack: “You can’t have him.”
He reaches for the resentment that lies buried in his heart, and rips it out into the world.
An absolutely compelling canon-divergence in which Xiao Xingchen goes down the path of demonic cultivation in order to save Song Lan.
Song Lan has been waiting for thousands of years for Xing’s soul to reincarnate, protecting the world from Hell spilling over as best as he could. He waited, he grew tired.
Then a fake priest nearly fell out of a window, and while saving him, Song Lan came face to face with one Chief Xiao.
The perfect Guardian fusion, I only wish this was a million words long…
She’s reaching for him again, and Lan Zhan’s mind goes blank. The only thing he can think of as he desperately searches for a polite way to get the hell out of this situation is Jiang Cheng’s self-satisfied voice saying yeah, but it worked.
He opens his mouth, then suddenly remembers Wei Ying’s a boyfriend would have been more effective.
“I have a boyfriend,” Lan Zhan blurts out, and feels himself flushing red.
The woman looks at him, then takes a step back. “Always the pretty ones. Pity.”
Then Lan Zhan is, mercifully, alone.
This fic makes my heart smile. Not only is idiots-accidentally-dating one of my favourite tropes (especially for this pair), but I adore all the cute little details. I mean, Wei Ying’y email is yiling.pizza! 
Shows how careful editing can tell a different story – or in this case, fill in gaps. Lovely!
There is never going to be a confession of the secrets Lan Xichen has kept for so long, of things that were never going to be possible. Now, there is Wei Ying, to remind him.
Lan Xichen pushes himself so hard to like Wei Ying, to pour his own wish for his brother’s happiness into the relationship, that it comes as a surprise when he finds that he genuinely does. Wei Ying is enthusiastic about so many things, and is able to tease Lan Wangji. He pouts when Lan Wangji insists on some arbitrary rule. He is warm to Lan Xichen, always inviting him to talk and listening attentively. He’s free with smiles and touches, and he is handsome.
And Lan Xichen can hear it through the walls of their adjoining bedrooms when Lan Wangji and Wei Ying are fucking.
Source: Gentle Breeze in the Darkness of Night, by jjtaylor – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I have a not-so-secret weakness for this particular threesome – rather unusual for my OTP-loving heart, but then, who could begrudge Lan Xichen happiness? This modern AU has the perfect combination of emotion and sizzling hot sex.
Most days, that’s what they do: hold hands as they walk, get lost in kisses when they are resting, and whenever they spend a night indoors, lie together in the same bed, gently exploring each other’s bodies with lips and careful fingers.
Sometimes, he’d kiss his way down Wei Ying’s chest and take him into his mouth to hear him moan and babble and laugh. Wei Ying always laughs: not to mock but to hide his embarrassment, because he’s not nearly as shameless as he paints himself to be. And this, the unexpected shyness of him, is what makes Lan Wangji’s own feelings all the more indecent, because sometimes – oftentimes – the sweetness they share is not enough.
Source: still waters, by wtf_melodie – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
In which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian discover that they’re kinky. And there’s sex in a forest. 
This is gorgeous – and the lyrics couldn’t be any more perfect for this most tragic of couples.
Wei Ying had been saying something. “I didn’t even like him! It’s just –”
“His dick was so big, yes, you’ve said. Several times.” Lan Zhan’s voice was a little strained, probably because he was holding him up while they waited for the elevator in Wei Ying’s building.
Source: your persuasions, by phnelt – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Modern AU in which Lan Zhan comforts Wei Ying over a breakup with his big (massive! giant!) dick. A PWP of the most delicious kind!
Every so often, he would naturally find his gaze falling back onto his hunting partner. Song Lan hesitated to use the term ‘cultivation partner’, even mentally. It felt too intimate. They were close, closer than he’d been with anyone before. That twist in his core would haunt him at the oddest moments, like when he’d make a particularly dry remark and Xiao Xingchen would laugh so free and gleeful. And like now, as he watched those warm eyes slip his way and a reassuring smile meant only for him graced those soft features. But, despite their closeness, it still felt like a step further than where they were. A sacred title for those connected on a soul-deep level. Ah, but perhaps he was being too stringent about the terminology.
A lovely peek into Song Lan’s mind.
Jiang Cheng sucks in a sharp breath. “What year do you think it is, Wei Wuxian?”
“2001,” Wei Wuxian says, and then cracks up when Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen in alarm. “Calm down, I’m just kidding. I know it’s 2014.”
Jiang Cheng stares at him.
Wei Wuxian is quiet for a beat. “I presume from your reaction that it is not actually 2014.”
“No,” Jiang Cheng says softly. “No, it’s not.”
The amnesia fic of my heart, in which Wei Wuxian can’t understand how he could have been so in love with a guy he can’t remember – and why the hell they weren’t together…
