the constellation of us, by annadream – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

They met on a moonless night so clear the stars were a spill of diamonds across the black velvet sky. Song Lan remembered everything about that night. The way Fuxue tugged so urgently on his hair to point him at the inn. The smell of roast meat and sweet wine wafting from the inn. The way the man he would come to know as Xiao Xingchen looked as he walked out onto the street, lantern light reflecting off him like he was the bright moon; his beautiful, delicate dragon drifting about his shoulders like a gentle breeze.

The way Xiao Xingchen looked so delighted, upon seeing him. The sound of Xiao Xingchen’s porcelain voice, as he said, “Forgive my forwardness. You’re the first person I’ve met so far with a dragon.”

Source: the constellation of us, by annadream – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The tragically beautiful story of Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen – only there are dragons instead of swords, which changes surprisingly little.

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.

slowly, and then all at once, by thefaceofno – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

Song Lan can feel the impression of Xiao Xingchen’s lips on his for hours after they part. He wonders if Xiao Xingchen is also touching his lips and thinking about him.

He can’t wait to see Xiao Xingchen again.

Source: slowly, and then all at once, by thefaceofno – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

This belongs to a Star Trek AU, which is pretty damn great as it is, but this part in particular just made my old-school trekkie and SongXiao loving heart almost burst with happiness.

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

Xiao Xingchen replied, “I think… I would like to know you as well. As a person.” Then he smiled and the stars above responded in kind, their combined brilliance shattering all of his world views, and all Song Lan knew was—

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

This is such a perfect little gem, a thing of beauty, giving these two the happy ending they deserve.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart), by fish_from_murderland – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

He doesn’t think of the past, because it hurts too much to remember, and he doesn’t think of the future, because hope alone is not enough to get him through it all. (He hopes anyway, because it’s all he has.)

Source: i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart), by fish_from_murderland – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

Song Lan after Yi City. There isn’t enough SongXiao out there, and this is simply beautiful in its sadness.

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

“I’ve been trying not to think about Xiao-xiong and Song-xiong,” Wei WuXian confesses. “I didn’t know them that well either, but I really liked meeting them. I guess I had known what their deal was before, but to actually meet them was like, Here, idiot, here’s two cultivators doing exactly what you want to do! It’s possible after all!” Lan WangJi stops breathing. Wei WuXian continues, “I thought then that maybe after everything was over I could…” He stops and clears his throat. Then he admits, “Well, I sort of fantasized about whisking you away from Gusu and convincing you to join their sect with me.”

“Oh,” Lan WangJi breathes.

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

This is simply perfect – not only incorporating my beloved Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, but creating an absolutely wonderful Lan Zhan POV post-Yi City. He’s so very sad (depressed, which I can relate to), and so very in love, and Wei Ying is so very slow on the uptake (as always), seeing them find each other feels like a gift.

Five times Xue Yang got stabbed (and one time he stabbed himself), by redheadandslytherin – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

“Xue Yang must die”, Wei WuXian said, not even appearing in this fic. Everyone agreed.

Source: Five times Xue Yang got stabbed (and one time he stabbed himself), by redheadandslytherin – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

This one’s very cathartic, killing of the most awful villain of the piece not just once, but SIX times, with a lovely dose of my two favourite Daozheng.