This is not helping, Wei Ying thinks. This is neither job hunting nor relaxing. He can’t calm his thoughts, though. He knows how this works, he understands the vicious spiral of this thought process, but knowledge doesn’t equal ability not to fall into the trap. His mind will just go in circles, showing him the same images over and over again, but with more intensity each time, and he just—he’s too tired, too done with it, to let it happen.
He forgoes the nap and opens his laptop again, typing Hanguang-jun in the video search. This channel, run by Lan Zhan, who Wei Ying knows personally from before, from videoblogger meet-ups and other occasions, kept the last threads of his sanity during his worst days.
Source: Cloud Nine – Chapter 1, by mssdare – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
This fic is nothing short of amazing. I started reading it because I’m seriously into ASMR, but I was completely pulled in by the way Wei Ying’s struggle with his mental health is depicted. Without magical cure (either by ASMR or Lan Zhan’s dick *g*) but with so much compassion and careful optimism.
“I believe you failed to communicate some important information,” Lan Zhan’s voice is tight over the phone and Wei Ying has a second to think, whoops, before his mouth is rushing in.
“I may… have forgotten to mention the location of the resentful spirit, yes.” He’d sent Lan Zhan the link to a Facebook event with a little note that said ‘sign up here!’ without really thinking. His phone ringing less than a minute later is probably justified. It isn’t every day that your neighbour sends a link to a fetish party and a command to attend. Even if it is softened with an exclamation mark.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan says and Wei Ying winces. That’s an ‘mm’ with a world of promise in it.
Source: In Case You Should Ever Ask, by phnelt – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Modern AU in which there’s still cultivation – but that’s mostly incidental as Wei Ying realises that taking Lan Zhan to this party means revealing things about himself…
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.
Source: one weird trick for escaping MILFs (an absolutely real, not-fake, fake dating story), by likeafox – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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! 😀
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. 😉
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!
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.”
Source: how, or when, or from where, by sarahyyy – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
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…
“Haven’t you heard?” Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: “Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend.”
Source: hurricane, by gdgdbaby – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I adore Star Trek AUs because Lan Wangji makes for the perfect Vulcan – and this is a gem in the genre.
“There is the mark of our bargain, and here is the challenge,” said the Yiling Patriarch. “You may strike at me, exactly once, with your sword. I will not fight back; I will not resist you at all, Hanguang-jun.” That silvery suggestiveness crept into his voice again. “And a year and a day from now, you will come to me and I will deliver exactly the same to you.”
Source: rare the man who’ll hold to faith, by Fahye – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An utterly heartstoppingly amazing AU, in which Lan Wangji strikes a bargain with the mysterious Yiling Patriarch. And then, with four days to spare, there’s Wei Wuxian. The Yiling Patriarch’s… husband?
Wei Wuxian raises his head with a ready smile and finds himself staring into a familiar pair of honey-coloured eyes. His heart stops. Lan Wangji stares back, his lips parted slightly in surprise.
“Xian-er is our most favoured courtesan,” Madam gushes to Lan Wangji. “I’m sure he’ll take very good care of you, Wangye.”
Source: Shattered Mirrors Master Post | history’s a burden // stories make us fly
A story told in bits and pieces on Tumblr, this universe is utterly and completely enthralling.
It takes two nights and a day. Wei Wuxian screams until his throat gives out. The sounds that Xian Zhen makes are unspeakable. Wen Ning weeps throughout, loudly at first, then silently, watching the tiny sugar glider’s agonised shape gradually shiver and distort until it returns to its childish state of flux, flickering in desperation from shape to shape in search of safety. But Wen Qing is relentless and dry eyed, and at last the poor creature is nestled against Jiang Cheng’s unconscious body, panting and quivering as Wen Qing ties the last threads that bind her to a new soul.
Source: The Grand Master of Daemonic Cultivation, by FayJay – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
This seamlessly integrates daemons and cultivation into a beautiful, heartbreaking story of love and loss and second chances.