This is gorgeous – and the lyrics couldn’t be any more perfect for this most tragic of couples.
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.
Song Lan doesn’t care for any of it.
He likes his job, he likes his books, he likes his calligraphy.
He likes his solitude.
All is well.
And then another detective is transferred into their precinct, and Song Lan’s whole world slams out of orbit.
A stunningly crafted modern AU in which all is perfect and nothing hurts.
A tribute to the heartbreak that is the Yi City arc, Xue Yang’s obsession with Xiao Xingchen and the tragedy of Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan.
Song Lan wondered, because even after two years in a relationship with the beautiful creature currently writhing in his arms, he still couldn’t figure it out. He had expected, quite frankly, to be dumped the moment he told Xingchen he could not have sex. He had expected to be slapped when, upon further inquiry, he revealed it was because he really couldn’t stand to be naked with Xingchen in that context.
Instead, Xingchen had surveyed his miserable expression from behind those glasses, and asked, so would you want to have sex without undressing, or are you not interested in sex at all?
Then he’d grinned, an uncharacteristically self-satisfying expression for Xiao Xingchen, when Song Lan went tellingly red.
Modern AU. This is scorchingly hot – and all without Song Lan ever taking his clothes off!
Five times Xiao Xingchen was good with his hands + one time Xiao Xingchen was… good with his hands.
Wonderfully detailed 5 things fic – soft and gentle until its incredibly erotic ending…
Days turned to weeks turned to months, and one morning, Xiao XingChen woke up in a flood of vicious, furious guilt. These weren’t feelings he would ever truly birth to the world, he knew, but they still had to be felt. So feel them he did. He felt them like a spray of necrotic blood.
You’ve started a family without him.
Song Lan gets to Yi City just a bit earlier, and A-Qing asks her Daozhang some very pressing questions about the Stranger. This changes everything.
Achingly beautiful canon-divergence. Warnings for Xue Yang-typical levels of violence and horribleness.
Love is a choice you make – like this, and this, and this. Xiao Xingchen’s shoulders pearl-bare in the light of a rising dawn, the sweep of his robes through the night as he moves like a minnow in dark water, forehead to chest with his laugh a breath against bone. Song Lan chooses, and chooses, and chooses, walks into it with his eyes wide open, walks until he crawls until he reaches until he –
This is breathtaking and painful. Did I mention breathtaking?
His name is Xiao Xingchen. He was once a good man, a cultivator. He lived in a world of darkness, as he does now. He does not remember his own face, but he remembers the face of another, so dark and beautiful. He loved the man with the face that was dark and beautiful. That man was gone now, dead by Xingchen’s own hand. Xingchen took his own life in sorrow and regret. He deserved to die, but his spirit could not leave.
Xiao Xingchen is a broken soul trapped in a pouch, carried by a wordless protector. This is the heartachingly beautiful story of how he finds his way back to his heart.
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.”
The tragically beautiful story of Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen – only there are dragons instead of swords, which changes surprisingly little.