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.
Source: Eyes, nose, lips【红蔷薇白玫瑰】, by Aamukaste – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
A stunningly crafted modern AU in which all is perfect and nothing hurts.
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.
Source: Easy does it, by Irrelevancy – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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.
Source: Handy / 巧手, by Irrelevancy – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
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.
Source: We built our own house (out of sweat and dust) – Chapter 1, by Irrelevancy – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
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 –
Source: caved to the careless, by ilgaksu – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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.
Source: Words Unspoken, Sights Unseen – Chapter 1, by GlendaloughGoddess – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
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.”
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.
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.
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.