“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.
He had been good.
It didn’t matter though, because the door still refused to open. Maybe. Maybe it never would?
A brightly glowing orb popped into existence beside him and startled away the tears that had begun to rise. It spiraled close to his face, then began hopping and swirling through the air in excitement. Darting close to his face, it perched light as a butterfly on the tip of his nose. When he crossed his eyes to look at it, it quivered as if in delight, then darted back to begin a more frenzied dance through the air.
A soul? he guessed.
Growing up, Lan Zhan keeps getting visits from a happy, dancing little soul.
The large bottles of chemicals usually end up all over the lab, sitting forgotten on a random student’s lab bench. Wei WuXian doesn’t mind though; it’s usually cause for him to strike up conversation. Not that Lan WangJi is too keen on that. They aren’t the most conventional pair of lab partners, but their alliance works. Their unlikely partnership stemmed from the first day of organic chemistry lab.
Source: yours truly, by gintokitas – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Excellent college!AU, which seems to be my favourite flavour of WangXian. 🙂
Wei Ying sees him through the flowers and silk and his heart whispers, oh. There you are.
Source: golden, by queen_gee – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
A reincarnation modern!AU that’s simply sublime, warm and perfect.
“Lan Zhan, will you pretend to be my lover?”
This question is very close to Lan Zhan, will you be my lover? which Lan WangJi presently pretends is not something he thinks about so deeply it upsets him.
Set in a world, where the whole Wen/Yiling Patriarch thing didn’t happen, this fic is full of bittersweet longing (from both sides, eventually, even if it takes Wei Ying longer, unsuprisingly) and sweet, sweet love. Warning for internalised homophobia and self-loathing.
It was almost five. It was almost time for the guards to emerge, for careful cultivators to clamber up the walls and wear fine white robes into the sunshine.
It was time for the Cloud Recesses to awaken, and they were in full view of where those eyes would show.
Wei Wuxian had never felt hotter.
Source: Sun on Stone, by Gotcocomilk – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, so very adult – this is smut of the hottest order. *fans self*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckmQk0sHf68
Without understanding a word, this arranged marriage vid still works beautifully. I bow before the Chinese fandom for their abilities to create AU vids!
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.
A completely enchanting de-aging story, sweet and funny and full of love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vowUKWjwGx0
This is gorgeous, giving me all the feels!
They had come to a bus stop. The hiss of the breaks and the sharp clack of the doors opening snapped him out of his stupor. Wei WuXian shook his head, trying to get his thoughts to focus. What had he been drinking, anyway? He couldn’t remember even going to a bar.
A few people got off the bus. A few more got on. It was crowded. Few seats were open. Listlessly, he watched a man board, thinking absolutely nothing of it until their eyes met suddenly. For a moment, both of them froze. Overtaken by the strangest sense of recognition, Wei WuXian shifted unobtrusively further from the vacant seat to his right. He felt a weak smile flicker to life briefly on his face. It was invitation enough for the man.
Source: Night Bus, by Suspicious_Popsicle – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
This is strange and beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever read something quite like it.
