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Unspoken Bonds Part 5 *NSFW
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Lan Wangji's longing for y/n burned like a fervent flame, a molten intensity that seemed to transcend the very boundaries of their beings. The air around them was charged with a palpable electricity, an unspoken promise of the passions about to unfold.
As their lips met in a passionate collision, it was as if time itself held its breath, allowing their souls to entwine in a dance of heated fervor. Y/n's response was nothing short of exquisite; her heart's rhythm synchronized with his, an unspoken symphony of desire echoing in the chambers of their chests.
Their connection deepened as she found herself instinctively drawn to his lap, a throne of desire where she perched with a grace that mirrored her essence. The subtle friction of their bodies meeting sent shivers down their spines, a delicious reminder of the decadent journey they were embarking upon.
Yet, with every stolen kiss, the hunger within Lan Wangji's gaze grew, an insatiable appetite that mirrored his fervent heart. Each press of their lips was a confession, a silent proclamation of a love so intense that it defied conventional boundaries. The taste of her, the sensation of her breath mingling with his, fueled a wildfire within him that threatened to consume every fiber of his being.
It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of desire, his once-controlled restraint giving way to an intoxicating greed. The layers of y/n's hanfu became the embodiment of his yearning, a metaphorical barrier that begged to be stripped away. With a mixture of urgency and reverence, his fingers sought the hidden clasps and ties, unveiling her form layer by layer.
The unveiling was a ritualistic unveiling of not just clothing, but of inhibitions, of doubts, of fears. Each piece that fell away was a testament to their shared vulnerability, a surrender to the emotions that had been building between them. The silk and satin cascaded to the floor, leaving her bared to his adoring gaze, a masterpiece of curves and contours that he had longed to explore.
As the last layer of fabric surrendered its hold, their connection became an unbreakable thread, woven from the strands of their souls. Their gaze locked, and in that shared moment, there was no room for shame or hesitation. Only the raw, unadulterated truth of their desires, a truth that beckoned them closer, binding them in a dance of fervent love and insatiable lust.
With a hunger that resonated deep within his core, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her delicate skin, igniting a trail of fire that coursed through her veins. His touch was a symphony of sensations, each note played upon the canvas of her being. Tenderly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto her bosom, a shrine of her femininity that beckoned to be worshiped.
He planted kisses like delicate blossoms upon her breasts, his lips bestowing a devotion that knew no bounds. His mouth explored every contour, every rise and fall, as if seeking to etch her essence into his very memory. Her breath quickened, a melody of desire escaping her lips, a sweet chorus of pleasure and longing.
"Wangji," her voice trembled, a melodic plea that hung in the air, woven with vulnerability and anticipation. "It's not fair," she whispered, her voice a soft caress, "I stand bare before you while you remain adorned in yours."
A commanding gentleness lingered in his gaze, his eyes ablaze with a possessive ardor that bespoke his longing. "No," he asserted, his voice a resonant echo of dominance, "You are mine."
As if guided by an irresistible force, his ardency deepened, his fervor leaving behind an indelible mark. His lips, now on a passionate quest, journeyed southward, bestowing fervent kisses that ignited flames of pleasure. With a deliberate hunger, he tasted her skin, teeth grazing against the peaks of her desires, leaving imprints of his ardor in their wake.
A symphony of sensations enveloped her as he ventured further, his lips descending like raindrops on parched earth. Her neck, that slender bridge between body and soul, became a canvas for his fervent artistry. His tongue danced upon her skin, tracing intricate patterns that spiraled into a crescendo of ecstasy, each movement a testament to his unquenchable yearning.
"Say it," his voice was a whisper, an enchanting spell woven into the fabric of their shared passion.
A quiver of pleasure escaped her lips, a harmonious response to the crescendo of sensations that his touch elicited. "I'm yours," she moaned, the words a surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her, an admission of her heart's deepest longing.
Embraced within the cocoon of their desire, he cradled her in his arms, their connection transcending the boundaries of the physical. The bed received their fervent devotion. With a deliberate tenderness, he bound her wrists together.
Blindfolded with the ribbon that adorned his forehead, she surrendered herself to him, her vulnerability a testament to the trust that flowed between them. Stripped of physical coverings, she stood bared not only in body but also in the profound vulnerability of her heart, a canvas upon which he painted his love.
Wangji," she murmured, a soft pout gracing her lips as her doe-like eyes were veiled beneath the silk embrace of a forehead ribbon. A ribbon that concealed her vision yet unveiled the deepest recesses of her yearning heart.
A flicker of something in his gaze, a smoldering ember of want, stirred as he corrected her, voice low and commanding, "Address me as Hanguang-jun." The words dripped from his lips with a potency that resonated through the room, a command as much as a declaration of his dominance. His hand moved with purpose, tightening the ribbon gently but firmly, ensuring that her sight remained shrouded, her sense of sight relinquished to the whims of the unknown.
Yet, his gaze lingered upon her form, tracing the contours of her body with a fervor that bespoke of an unquenchable thirst. The layers of his hanfu, once a symbol of restraint, now transformed into tools of seduction, fell away like the petals of a forbidden flower. Each fold revealed a glimpse of his taut, sculpted physique, each bared inch a declaration of his intent to unravel not just her clothing but her very inhibitions.
Their hunger for each other was palpable, an electric current that surged through the air, leaving no space for inhibition. As he gazed into her eyes, a primal fire ignited, consuming every rational thought and kindling the flames of their most forbidden fantasies as she licked his cock.
The tug of her hair sent a shiver down her spine, a prelude to the intense sensation that was to follow. Her breath hitched as a mixture of anticipation and excitement swirled within her, a storm of emotions that mirrored the tempestuous passion building between them.
As the crescendo of their fervent embrace approached its zenith, he surrendered to the intoxicating tide that surged within him. A guttural moan escaped his lips, a testament to the building storm of ecstasy that could no longer be contained. With a primal urgency, he released the essence of his desire, a molten offering that spilled forth and cascaded into her waiting mouth.
Her lips enclosed him in a fervent embrace, a willing vessel for his ardor. The taste of him was a heady cocktail of passion and submission, a sensation that seared itself into her senses and left her craving more. The flicker of hesitation was swiftly consumed by the flames of her own burgeoning appetite, and she drank him in with an eagerness that mirrored his own unrestrained yearning.
His gaze, heavy-lidded with a hunger that could not be denied, locked onto her. It was a gaze that stripped away all pretense, baring the raw intensity of his desire for her. As her struggle to accommodate the intensity of his offering became evident, a surge of possessive pleasure coursed through him, igniting the smoldering embers of dominance that lay just beneath the surface.
She quivered, a mix of sensations coursing through her as she battled to fully embrace the potent intimacy of their connection. "Too much!" she managed to gasp, the words a mixture of surrender and defiance. The vulnerability in her voice only served to stoke the fires of his lust, reaffirming his grasp on the reins of their shared passion.
A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. "You can keep going," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that held a command she couldn't resist. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she felt his firm hand against her head, a directive that propelled her to take him deeper once more.
With a controlled release, Lan Wangji relinquished his grip on her head, a silent signal of the transition from one layer of their connection to another. As his fingers tenderly guided her hands to encircle his neck, they embarked on a journey of shared intensity that would etch its memory into their very souls.
Her touch, tentative yet determined, conveyed a yearning that mirrored his own. With a surge of fervor, he surged forward, allowing the entirety of his arousal to claim her with a force that bordered on the primal. The initial sensation of his entry was an electric shock that rippled through her, setting her nerves ablaze and erasing the line between pleasure and aching need.
The rhythm they established of desire, a primal cadence that echoed the tempo of their racing hearts. His thrusts were a potent blend of dominance and intimacy, each movement a declaration of his ownership of the moment, of her very being. The sensation of him pushing in and out, a carnal ebb and flow, was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of the depths to which they were willing to descend in their pursuit of the ultimate ecstasy.
With every powerful thrust, her body responded in kind, a dance of submission and voracious craving that left her senses reeling. Her eyes fluttered and then rolled back, a visual testament to the waves of sensation that coursed through her, leaving her breathless and teetering on the precipice of something sublime. Beads of sweat traced erratic paths down her forehead, glistening like precious jewels in the ambient light, a testament to the fervor that consumed them both.
A moan, deep and fervent, spilled from her lips, the syllables a mixture of plea and surrender. "Please," she gasped, her voice laden with a desperate need that held an unspoken promise of release. The sheer vulnerability of her plea was met with a sly chuckle, his voice a dark velvet that cut through the air like a dagger of desire. "Use your words," he goaded.
The plea for release hung in the air like an unspoken promise, a crescendo of need that defied the constraints of language. And in response to her fervent appeal, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her tear-stained cheeks. The taste of her salty tears was mingled with the taste of their shared desire, a heady cocktail that threatened to unravel them both. "Together," he murmured, his words a whispered command that ignited a surge of anticipation within her.
As their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, the culmination of their fervor loomed on the horizon, a climax that held the promise of release and fulfillment.
"No more," y/n whimpered, her plea laced with desire and urgency, her body quivering from the lingering waves of climax that had just washed over her.
As his eyes met hers, smoldering with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, he leaned in with deliberate intent. His body pressed against hers, his hardness finding its way back to her warmth. The moment their flesh met, an electric jolt of anticipation coursed through her, igniting embers that had never truly extinguished. She was a willing captive in his embrace, yearning for more of the exquisite agony and pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon her.
With a commanding yet achingly tender hold, Lan Wangji guided her movements, their bodies were in a synchronized rhythm of desire. He claimed her lips in a kiss that was as fierce as it was intoxicating. His lips moved against hers with a controlled urgency, and his tongue danced with hers, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from deep within her core.
Her gasp was swallowed by the voracious kiss, and in the midst of their passion, his lips traced a fiery path down her neck, leaving a trail of bites and nips that marked her as his. The mixture of pleasure and pain was an intoxicating elixir, heightening every sensation and melding their souls together in a way that was both primal and profound.
With each rhythmic thrust, the ache between her legs intensified, the boundaries between agony and ecstasy blurred into an exquisite fusion. Lan Wangji's skilled hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve ending with their possessive touch. He was her tormentor and her savior, the architect of her deepest desires and the sculptor of her most intense pleasure.
As their bodies moved in unison, a symphony of moans and gasps painted the air, a testament to the passion that bound them. In this timeless moment, y/n existed solely in the realm of sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the symphony of touch, taste, scent, and sound that enveloped her.
Their bodies glistening with the aftermath of their shared passions, y/n and Lan Wangji found solace in each other's arms, their bare forms pressed close in an intimate embrace. The air was thick with the heady scent of their desires, a tangible reminder of the boundaries they had crossed.
As the hushed moments passed, y/n's voice emerged, a delicate murmur that cut through the lingering traces of their shared ardor. "A-zhan," she breathed, her tone a mixture of wonder and uncertainty, "Do you realize the path you chose? Is it not forbidden for a master and servant to share such a connection, to be so intimately intertwined, especially between a maid like myself and a person of your status?"
Lan Wangji, his gaze soft yet resolute, responded with a gesture that transcended words. His hand reached out, gentle fingers entwining with hers, guiding her touch to the silken ribbon that adorned his forehead. It was a symbol of him choosing her as his wife.
As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a silent message passed between them, a declaration that defied societal norms and echoed with the depth of his emotions. He was claiming her as more than just a servant, more than just a passing desire. He was acknowledging her as a cherished part of his world, a connection that went beyond the constraints of their roles.
Tears welled in y/n's eyes, shimmering with a mixture of emotions too profound to contain. His lips, tender and compassionate, brushed against her cheeks, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. Each kiss was a soothing balm, a promise that he would wipe away not only her tears but also any doubts that clouded her heart.
With delicate reverence, his lips trailed a path from her cheeks to her neck, a journey that resonated with both tenderness and fervor. The sensations rippled through her, awakening the embers of desire that lay dormant within her once again. The space they occupied became a sanctuary of shared longing, where every touch, every sigh, was a testament to their unspoken bond.
In the hours of their clandestine love, y/n and Lan Wangji surrendered to their yearning once more, a union that defied societal norms but resonated with a resonance that was undeniably real. The world beyond their cocoon of intimacy faded away, leaving only their shared desires, their whispered promises, and the intoxicating rhythm of their intertwined souls.
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Eclipsing the Sun
Updated here first at AO3
Ending One Destiny’s Design, the best ending
Btw I edited chapter one a bit
Life | Destiny’s Design (here) | Threaded Fate
Chapter Two | Ending One | Destiny's Design
You slowly sat up from the mat you were laid on. You did not expect to survive your poisoning if you were to be honest.
“Oh, Xiongjie is awake!” A young voice commented, which you snapped your head to turn to look at.
“Oh my god.” you accidentally slipped out. “A-Yuan!?”
“Wen Duzhe,” you may or may not have screamed as you realized Lan Zhan was on the other side of your bed. As it turned out, you put yourself in a coma and missed the ending battle, as well as missed the discussion of what to do with the Wen remnants. Despite your contribution in bringing down a good majority of the Wens, there were many who called for your death, so Lan Zhan carried you to Yiling where the remnants of your clansmen are.
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“Wen Duzhe!” Wei Ying ran up to you as you exited the hut you were staying at.
“Wei Wuxian,” You stated as you walked slowly toward Wei Ying.
“Wen Duzhe?” Wei Ying questioned as he slowed down after noticing your mood.
“W.e.i.W.u.x.i.a.n!” You are slowly repeating Wei Ying’s name. Wei Ying stopped five feet from you before slowly walking away from you. “You idiot!” you started chasing after Wei Ying when he started running from you.
“Wen Duzhe, why are you chasing me!?” Wei Ying yelped.
“Why, huh? I don’t know, maybe because you left me with your Sect!” you yelled your reply. As mentioned before, you had done the same stunt at Cloud Recesses before at Lotus Pier. But then Wei Ying had left with Wen Qing, leaving your unconscious self at Lotus Pier. Standing between Madam Jiang’s and Jiang Cheng’s wrath was Jiang Yanli as you befriended the girl back at Cloud Recesses. “Jiang Cheng did not like me back then, and he definitely does not like me right now!” You tackled Wei Ying to the ground and pinched his cheeks.
“Wait! Wait! Yield! I yield!” Wei Ying yelped as you started bonking his head with yours. “Please have mercy!”
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You are in a meeting to discuss the future of the remaining Wens with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying, Wen Qing, and,
“It’s that A-Ning!?” You squealed and pointed at the fierce corpse that is your cousin.
“Duzhe-xiongjie,” Wen Ning mumbled. You may or may not have cried at your failure to save Wen Ning from becoming a fierce corpse. After crying from not only being unable to save Wen Ning from his fate but also breaking down from the heavy burden you had carried since transmigrating into MDZS.
“Feeling better, Wen Duzhe?” Wei Ying asked as he gently patted your back. You sniffed before replying,
“Not really, but I will be,” You sighed.
“Duzhe-dimei[4],” Wen Qing called.
“Yes?” You replied.
“I... I know you're in shock, but I must ask, how long did you plan that?” Wen Qing asked.
“... Plan what?” You replied. That is a too stupid response you thought, internally screeching. Wen Qing looked at you unconvinced and disappointed.
“You know what I mean,” Wen Qing now looked disappointed and upset, not the angry upset that often appeared on her face. But the helpless upset that you would sometimes see only when Wen Qing thought she was alone. A hand gently grabbed your right hand, and it was Lan Zhan who was holding your right hand.
“Wen Duzhe, it is not good to lie,” Lan Zhan too looked upset in his subtle way. He was even patting your right hand.
“It was surprising to see you appear at Yunmeng and then poison your own clan, a simple spread of powder that easily weakened your clansmen,” Wei Ying said. You internally sweated as Wen Qing was in front of you, Wei Ying was behind you, Lan Zhan was at your right, and Wen Ning was at your left. You are boxed in, you cannot escape from this conversation.
“At Gusu too,” Lan Zhan added.
“Duzhe-dimei, please,” Wen Qing pleaded.
“...” You sighed. “Alright, I give,” You begin to explain that since your preteens, you had always known that your sect leader was an awful person and that his sons would be too. So you plan to poison everyone but the children, the elderly, and the innocents. You researched and experimented on plants that at first would remain dormant, only to become poisonous by another plant mixed in.
“And you tested yourself?” Wen Ning asked, remembering your lab in a hidden cave.
“Yes,” You replied.
“Duzhe-dimei!” Wen Qing went to your left to clench at your left hand, Wen Ning moved out of the way. “You-! You went to the infirmary so many times I-I, was that the reason?“ She checked your meridians as you nodded your head. You felt Lan Zhan pouring his spiritual energy into you.
“As mentioned, the poison is two steps. Part one was a tasteless, undetectable, dormant poison that was to be ingested with food I helped prepare, and part two was a powdered poison that was to be inhaled. I have fed everyone who shared our sect leader’s ideology part one, and during the battles, I spread part two,” You snickered “Well part one was not technically a poison as it would not have gotten past the poison test tasters, hence why the poisoning process was in two parts,”
“Wen Duzhe, your golden core, and dantian. Even your meridian is…” Lan Zhan said.
“Even if someone survived, the poison will devour their cultivation.” You smiled an empty smile.
“Then-!” Wen Qing channeled her spiritual energy as noticed what Lan Zhan noticed. “How are you still alive!?”
“It surprised me too, to be honest. I had planned to die after taking down the forces in Gusu, but here we are,” You shrugged. You were then hugged fiercely by Wei Ying from behind.
“Y-you stupid- foolish- whatever!” Wen Qing sobbed. Better me than Wei Ying, as this was his place, you thought.
“Better me than you guys,” You said.
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After being scolded and lectured with the promise of being hut-arrested to heal. Your group went on to discuss the next topic, the future.
“I think we should change our last name,” You suggested. “It would be good to separate ourselves from Wen to something else,”
“To what though?” Wen Qing asked. You gave a shit-eating grin and looked at Wei Ying.
“To Wei!” You cheerfully suggested.
“Huh!?” Wei Ying flinched in surprise, which meant jostling you as Wei Ying moved to your left, throwing an arm around your shoulder. Lan Zhan is still holding your right hand and channeling his spiritual energy.
“You did a lot for my family, Wei Ying, and I would be more than happy if we could become family,” You said.
“I don’t refute that,” Wen Qing commented.
“I would like that as well,” Wen Ning added.
“Ah, but then there are the more bloodthirsty cultivators. We probably need a clan to back us up,” You looked at Wei Ying and then at Lan Zhan. “Since Wei Ying is here and given that Jiang Cheng doesn’t like me..” You trailed off and the others got what you meant, Yunmeng Jiang is a no-go. “Lan Zhan, do you think you could convince your family?”
“...hm, I will make sure,” Lan Zhan replied.
“Don’t stick your head out for us too much, Lan Zhan. I do not want you to be in trouble,” You added.
“I want you to be safe,” Lan Zhan said.
“Thank you,” You had a dumb thought and since you were still very drained, you voiced it “Eheheh I had a dumb thought, even if we became Yiling Wei, Wei Ying is considered a traitor to the Jiang, and I don’t know, what if Wei Ying and I married Lan Zhan,” However Lan Zhan stared thoughtfully at you and Wei Ying. “Lan Zhan?”
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“Huh,” Somehow, you are in Jingshi which has been decorated in vibrant reds. You too are decorated in vibrant reds, in the bridal wedding robes red. Wei Ying is also sitting next to you, in bridal wedding robes, on the bed decorated in red. In the Jingshi which has been decorated in red for a wedding couple, technically throuple in this situation.
“You alright Shen Duzhe?” Jiang Yanli asked, giggling, after hiding Wei Ying’s shoes. Since you were to be married to Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, you decided to change your last name to Shen instead of Wei like all your other relatives.
“...No,” You replied.
“This was your idea,” Wei Qing said after hiding your shoes.
“I, I was joking,” You whined. Wei Qing was about to respond but heard a disciple announcing that Lan Zhan was coming soon.
“Your groom is coming soon, time for us to go,” Wei Qing and Jiang Yanli quickly left.
“Wei Ying, how the fuck did we get here?” You asked.
“It surprised me, too. After our meeting, that fuddy-duddy went and got permission for marriage, to me and you,” Wei Ying replied.
“I expected Lan Zhan to marry you, but me too?” You questioned.
“Huh? Me? Why not you? I thought he would marry you,” Wei Ying replied.
“Well, even though Lan Zhan does get annoyed with you, there is a look of fondness in his eyes towards you from what I observed,” You explained.
“Huh? When we go night hunting together, he sticks to you constantly,” Wei Ying said.
“What? We are not supposed to go by ourselves, though?” You questioned. You and Wei Ying stared at each other, probably. Your red veil and his red veil are hiding your face from each other. Wei Ying lifted his veil to show his face then he lifted your veil to see your face.
“Shen Duzhe, what do you feel about Lan Zhan and what do you feel about me? After all, I’m married as the main wife and Lan-furen but you married as just a consort,” Wei Ying asked.
“I…” You pondered and thought deeply about your feelings. “I do like you and Lan Zhan, but you and Lan Zhan are destined to be together. I don’t know why I’m here,”
“...I want to sleep with Lan Zhan and you,” Wei Ying stated.
“Huh!?” If your cheeks were any thinner, you might have blushed. Wei Ying made direct eye contact with you and he can tell you are flustered. The door to Jingshi opened and Wei Ying put back his veil and your veil as well. Lan Zhan was quick to find Wei Ying’s shoes and your shoes. Lan Zhan left Wei Ying’s and your shoes by the bed.
“Wei Ying, Shen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan called.
“Lan Zhan-er-gege~” Wei Ying replied.
“Ugh,” You replied in embarrassment. You begin to grow even more flustered, as now is the consummation. You internally questioned if you really were going to have a threesome. Lan Zhan stepped closer to you and Wei Ying. Taking off your veil and Wei Ying’s veil, you stared at Lan Zhan’s face, blue screening.
“Shen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan called. He was standing between your legs, holding you in his arms. You felt Wei Ying move to sit as close as possible to you, side-hugging you and laying his head on your shoulder. Your mind is too empty to think. Wei Ying chuckled near your ears and you shivered as his breath hit your ear. Lan Zhan moved his face close to yours but he ended up kissing Wei Wing over your shoulder. WangXian is kissing over your shoulder while they are hugging you.
“I think A-Duzhe needs a moment, how about you play with this wife first~“
[4] Like how xiongjie probably means “older siblings” 弟妹 dimei would probably mean “younger siblings”
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I have not reached at any point, till now, of writing about kissing in any fanfiction
Next stop, ending Two Threaded Fate aka angst ending
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don't mind me, i'm just having some dirty thoughts about jiang cheng
Thinking about grumpy Jiang Cheng. He usually keeps his tone and mood in check when it comes to you ── after quickly learning that your patience was short when it came to his bad temper ── and after getting his ass hit so many times that just looking at your hand made him remember the pain. But there are times when he wakes up on the wrong side, those days when his patience is shorter than usual, more and more problems pile up for him to solve and nothing is on his side. So even when you tell him to get some rest and eat something you brought him, he explodes, tired of so many demands and so many requests, even if it was a genuine one, and takes out all accumulated frustrations on you. Bad luck for him that you're not one of his underlings who fears his wrath. Instead of backing off or apologizing you pull him into your lap, regardless of who might hear or see, ignoring his flushed cheeks and the bite in his voice ("let go of me, now!") and reminds him again of what he forgot ── brats don't get rewards, only punishments. Beat him until he stops arguing with you and demanding you stop. Beat him until his ass is red. Beat him until jiang cheng loses control of his voice and starts screaming and begging, so loud you fear he'll have a sore throat the next day. So when he's exhausted, sore, and with a hard cock you won't pay attention to, put him to sleep and solve all the problems that bothered your clan leader, hoping he wakes up in a better mood.
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Hello, can you make a scenario for lan zhan wei ying and reader in which the three are married but reader belongs to a sect that does not agree with the marriage because they think that wei ying is bad and that lan zhan also for having protected him one day reader He has to go back to his sect for a moment and something happens that makes him lose his memory and his sect takes the opportunity to tell him that their husbands are bad and convinces him to send them a divorce request
Writer's Note(s): I can do this Anon! This is one of the shorter ones I could do quickly, I do hope you enjoy it!
Although, I have to say that Lan Wangji and Wei Ying would be quick to get Reader out if I didn't do something drastic, so hopefully it isn't too much during the middle part because I had to use drastic measures to make sure LWJ and WWX didn't just... win.
Info on Reader: Reader is intended AMAB, and uses he/him. Reader is from a non-canonical martial family, and they aren't happy about Reader's elopement. The Lan family are at Reader's support here.
Timeline: Post-canon.
【 ⚠️ 】 WARNING! Reader is mentioned to have temporary amnesia caused by a specific drug that comes from a fictional plant so the family can get what they want. Physical violence was not chosen as LWJ and WWX could easily save Reader then and there. Please be warned!
Fujoshis and Fem Aligned Readers DNI || Please stay safe! Turn away if you need to!
Being married to Wei Ying and Lan Wangji is very supportive and full of time best spent together. With how long the war in the martial world had gone on and how many relationships were strained at best, it was nice to travel the lands with your husband's.
Traveling with Apple the donkey was also something special. The donkey is stubborn and only eats apples with no prejudice, but everything else was treated with scrutiny. The donkey seems to have a soft spot after all this time traveling with you and Lan Wangji, and it wasn't giving any courtesy to Wei Ying if he tried to spur it into a gallop for any reason. It's a laugh for you and Wangji, for sure.
Your events across the lands are fantastical when Wei Ying plays his instrument and comes up with lyrics slowly as they pass the time between towns. Lan Wangji does help with lyrics on the basis of correcting wording he prefers, and hopefully you get in on it too (least you get a lovey-dovey version of yourself from your mushy husbands music).
It's by the fifth month of your travels that you can see the residual signs of your home province start to show and the landscape slowly starts to grow familiar. Types of houses start to go from modern to old-style, farming families with new surnames start to grow more familiar, and maybe you saw your clans family sigil a few days time before the capital.
Correctly, on your last night outside of your home city, you tell Lan Wangji and Wei Ying what you're expecting from city life and that this is your hometown that houses your family at the center. Wei Ying seems the most open and happy of the two to finally meet the family of the man he eloped with, but Lan Wangji did ask the best questions at what to expect from them.
You told them to expect the worst. And both took that too heart, knowing your not the type to lie about all this.
You three make a streamline plan on how to meet them and what you all need from this town while you stockpile for the road.
First, you get yourself an inn so no family members can try and tempt you to stay in their house: you know their tricks and you know they aren't above guilting you. Second, you three have your own grocery lists and items to gather so you can function in the wilderness: your list is mostly raw ingredients for the first few days, and not completing it is dangerous. Third, maybe Wei Ying and Lan Wangji can visit if your first visit doesn't end with terrible undertones: and you tell your husbands not to have hope to visit, and they don't.
They love you, they don't need to love your family.
Well, apparently, your family doesn't think that and genuinely thinks you're a male consort to two heathens. The surname of Lan falls on deaf ears upon your visit and you almost want to yell at the eldest family members for trying to convince you to stay. The harsh words of your family makes you strike the third part of your plan, because your husbands would do better collecting bounties then meeting your family.
If it wasn't for one family member you sort of liked asking you for just one dinner at home, you'd have left and been free from the next coming days. Whatever was burning in the incense while you had meditated that night, in your old room and awaiting dinner, you know it wasn't sandalwood or agarwood at all. But it was the last thing you could remember while you were under the influence because of your desperate family.
It's to protect you, they tell Lan Wangji and Wei Ying when they sneak into your home after two days of not seeing you. He was supposed to sign away all his estate at home, the LAN's can't have it! They yelled! But the burning plants of a certain drug had them both in turmoil as they covered their nose to enter your room just after telling their evil plan.
They were burning the drugs along with the agarwood inside the incense stand right above your bed, and you didn't look very good in the afternoon light they saw you in. Wei Ying wanted to carry you through the window, but your weak protests of not knowing what was going on left them pause. You were clearly delirious and at your request to be left alone, they had to leave. They can't expose themselves to it for long either, lest they become under the influence as well. They can only visit in incriminates to feed you proper food, as your families stupidity shows in how thin you got without them.
Sometimes your eyes flash with recognition of them and sometimes it fades into a blank expression, but they can't stay for long. How they wish the room wasn't drugged so heavily where they grow nauseous, or they'd just drag you back to the Cloud Recesses by day one! Nobody seemed to be able to enter for long, and Lan Wangji took note of it carefully.
Older people can't enter the room because it causes nausea and shortness of breath, younger kids can't enter without sickness showing and then becoming sluggish. Only those in their prime could stand to be in there at all, and even a cultivator still coughs at it.
To say Wei Ying and Lan Wangji we're pissed would be an understatement. And on the day they planned to spring you out with medicine and herbs to treat your ails, you were missing from the room and the family drugs had been tossed outside with no care or decorum.
Oh, if they both weren't mad then, they were pissed now. Rightfully so, with their husband yet again being used while under the influence for nefarious purposes, and with fluctuating negative symptoms from constant exposure. Storming the family halls, they managed to see you in your families dining hall because of your slumped stature and the face they can't ever forget twisting in confusion and bewilderment. You looked ill.
They watch in the shadows as you tried pushing away the paper and wooden scrolls they tried shoving at you. Sadly, without physical violence and causing a ruckus, they'll just have to wait till tonight to break your out and get you back to the inn.
They didn't stand for it! Not to their husband! That night, before the maid could light up the new drugged incense while the family yells in frustration outside your door, they break in and slowly gather you and your things without hurting the maid. Of course, with her at sword-point, she wouldn't lose her head for a master that didn't pay her bills.
For now, they just have to hope they give up for the night on getting you to sign whatever it was.
Later, from how close Lan Wangji was compared to Wei Ying, he heard it was a request for a divorce. Wei Ying, of course, panics internally because divorces are hard to get from officials to begin with, and extremely looked down upon by all. How had they gotten documents for that!? Were they trying to ruin your name with a divorce on record? It wasn't their choice, it was yours!
Of course, they'd need to leave this city as soon as possible just in case the maid is very loyal and turned tail immediately to her masters. Apple is hooked up to a tiny cart that can carry at least two people on it and their collected rations and items attached, and they nurse you with medicines in shifts as they leave town.
It didn't take two days for you to open your eyes and get sick, both of them nursing you with clean water and basic meals. Meals from the Cloud Recesses from Lan Wangji and medicine from Wei Ying. After two more days of purging the drugs from your system, your standing and no permanent damage seems to have occurred to your person as you do light sparring.
Of course, your memories are intact but hazy, and after hearing about what happened while you were under... yeah, you're cutting your family off. The Lan's of Gusu are the closest family you and Wei Ying will have, and after no time, it didn't seem so bad.
Especially with a brother-in-law and uncle-in-law who are very cool and supportive with cutting off your family.
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Hi, can I request an OS with Lan Wangji and female reader? Reader was given as a gift to Wangji to serve him as a maid by another clan. Reader belongs to a poor background (she was an orphan grown up in a foster home). Reader feels honoured to be his maid and serves HanGuang-Jun with all her heart. Slowly, Wangji developed feelings for reader and started loving her secretly. He becomes protective of her and started getting jealous whenever she gets attention from other mdzs boys. Reader has a crush on HanGuang-Jun but she never expected that someone like Lan er-gongzi who is a noble man belongs to the highest social class can like her, let alone love her(reader is an underconfident maiden because of her poor background). Wangji started dropping subtle hints for the reader to show his love for her. Like, one day, Wangji took reader's hands in his and made her touch his forehead ribbon, which reader misunderstood as a mistake. Another day, he played guqin for the reader when she was unable to fall asleep. Some other day, he kissed her forhead & cheeks when she was playing with his rabbits. One day, Wangji takes the reader to Caiyi town for Yuan Xiao festival. Reader loves going to festivals and fairs a lot since she never got a chance to go there during childhood (she mentioned it to him casually one day) where they both light a lantern together and wish to stay together forever. Wangji couldn't stop himself from kissing her when he feels the reader so close to him which made her really surprised since she didn't believe what has just happened😳 Wangji takes her to a restaurant to eat where someone spiked her tea and reader got drunk. They decided to stay in a hotel in same room and Wangji takes care of the drunk reader. Her cute antics made him laugh and gives him a hard time to control himself as he doesn't want to take advantage of her in drunken state. (You can add as many cute antics as you want as drunk reader is quite adorable and cute). Once she became sober, there, sitting on his lap, reader asks Wangji, "why does he not treat her like a maid anymore? Why did he kiss her?(touching her lips while saying that), What does he feel about her? Why is he holding her in his arms like this as it is forbidden to be like this with a maid?" To which Wangji replies that, "he will never treat her as a maid because she is his woman and he consider the reader as his wife, his soulmate, his everything. And he is holding her like this because she is his and she will remain in his arms forever." Listening to this, reader kisses him and Wangji couldn't control himself anymore so they both kisses each other passionately and things got heated from there between them and they had sex in the hotel room(you can write implied nsfw if you are not comfortable). Lying naked in each other's arms, reader asked Wangji if it is okay to be intimate with a maid? Is it not forbidden to have a relationship like this between a master and servant? To which Wangji made her touch his forehead ribbon and declares that only she is allowed to touch his forehead ribbon as he considers reader his spouse. Reader gets emotional and they had sex again, this time Wangji being gentle with her as she was already sore from previous rounds. Next day, when they go back to cloud recess, Wangji tells Zewu-Jun that he wants to marry the reader ceremoniously and Zewu-Jun shows his concerns regarding Shūfù's reaction as he will never accept reader (a maid from low class) as Wangji's wife. When Shūfù called HanGuang-Jun and Zewu-Jun to talk about this matter, to convince him not to marry the maid reader, Wangji declared that the reader has already became his woman because Wangji has embraced the reader and had taken her virginity, her honour. The marks she bears on her body are the evidence of their passionate night together. Shūfù has no other choice so he accepts their relationship and reader and Wangji gets married in a traditional ceremony and declares their love to each other and vows to stay with each other forever. Thank you in advance😊
Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this oneshot that I wrote. I unfortunately did had to split into 3-5 parts as it was very long, and there are some parts such as smut that might be uncomfortable for some readers. As not everyone is okay with the idea of smut however, I really hope that you like the one shots, as I personally loved writing it!
Unspoken Bonds
From the earliest days of y/n's life, a sense of unrelenting hardship took root, as she navigated a world that was harsh and unforgiving. Abandoned to the streets with neither family nor means, she fell into the hands of a family that offered shelter, but at a cost that was far from kind. This supposed refuge, unfortunately, evolved into a crucible of cruelty that shaped her formative years.
Optimism, naive yet persistent, had once painted this family as her potential saviors, a way out of the torment she had known. Yet, the stark reality unfolded with a grim contrast. Instead of the sanctuary she yearned for, she became a target for their frustrations and anger. Mistakes, no matter how minor, ignited storms of abuse that rained down upon her fragile shoulders.
Her daily life became an endless cycle of servitude. Cooking and cleaning were the tasks she was relegated to, her hands worn from the labor that sustained the very family that ought to have nurtured and protected her. But instead of gratitude, they rewarded her dedication with disrespect, dehumanizing her by spitting on her, a poignant reminder of her status as the lowest rung in their household.
Time went by, and the cruelty only intensified. The shadows of her circumstances grew darker, blotting out any semblance of hope that dared to flicker within her. The family's satisfaction seemed to derive from her suffering, twisting her dreams into nightmares she couldn't escape.
And then, when their need for her waned, they made a callous decision that would forever alter her fate. Selling her, as if she were mere chattel, became their solution to an inconvenience they no longer wished to tolerate. To a neighboring clan hungry for power and willing to pay, y/n was a transaction, a cruel exchange of money for a life.
In the face of life's unrelenting challenges, y/n remained resolute and unyielding. Despite the difficulties that surrounded her, she refused to surrender to adversity. Over time, her indomitable spirit led her to forge meaningful connections with the fellow maids and servants who, like her, dedicated their lives to serving the illustrious Xiao family. Through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of their circumstances, the bonds of friendship blossomed, offering solace and camaraderie in a world that often seemed harsh and unforgiving.
Yet, as the hands of fate would have it, echoes of history began to resurface. Just when y/n believed she had found her place amidst the companionship of kindred spirits, an unexpected twist emerged. Rumors spread, whispered in hushed tones among the manors' inhabitants, conveying a revelation that cast a shadow over the newfound harmony y/n had cultivated. It was decided that y/n would be entrusted as a gift to the revered Gusu Lan Clan, an act motivated by a deep sense of gratitude.
The Gusu Lan Clan, renowned for their steadfast support of the small clan to which y/n had belonged, offered her presence as a token of appreciation. It was a gesture meant to convey not only the Xiao family's acknowledgment of the Gusu Lan Clan's assistance but also their genuine desire to strengthen the ties between their clans.
Prior to y/n's entrance into Gusu as Lan Wangji's maid, a myriad of rumors had reached her ears, painting a multifaceted portrait of the enigmatic man. Whispers echoed about his piercing gaze, capable of peering into the depths of one's soul, and tales circulated of his unwavering adherence to rules and decorum, lending an air of unwavering obedience to his presence, seemingly mirroring the very essence of Lan Qiren.
However, as y/n stepped into her role and began to interact with Lan Wangji on a more intimate level, she found that reality diverged from these conjectures. The man who stood before her was not a mere embodiment of rumors; he was a complex individual with layers that extended far beyond the whispers of gossip. Yes, there existed an initial distance between them, a consequence of his accustomed solitude, yet this did not deter her from pursuing a genuine connection.
As y/n assumed her role as Lan Wangji's dedicated maid, a profound sense of honor enveloped her. Each task she performed, every moment she spent in his presence, was imbued with a deep reverence for the man she served, HanGuang-Jun. Her heart swelled with pride as she tended to his needs, and she approached her duties with an unwavering commitment that stemmed from a genuine admiration for his character.
In her eyes, every action was a testament to her devotion. She meticulously arranged his belongings, ensuring that his environment was one of tranquility and order. The act of preparing his tea became a ritual, a delicate balance of precision and care. As she observed him from the periphery, his presence radiated a quiet strength that commanded respect and kindled an unspoken understanding between them.
Amid the tranquil rhythm of their daily tea ceremony, Lan Wangji's voice cut through the stillness with a question that echoed like the delicate chime of a distant temple bell. "Do I frighten you?" he inquired, his words carrying a weight that seemed to stretch beyond their immediate context.
Caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry, y/n paused in her meticulous task, her movements stilled by the gravity of his question. Her eyes met his, a moment of connection that held a world of unspoken sentiments. She could sense the complexity within those eyes, a depth of emotions that remained enigmatic yet inviting, like the surface of a tranquil pond concealing the currents below.
In response, her voice carried a gentle timbre laced with a touch of reverence, as she inclined her head in a respectful bow. "I'm sorry, Hanguang-Jun," she murmured, her words threaded with sincerity. "I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me."
With the pot placed delicately on the table, a fleeting impulse surged within y/n. An impulse to escape the room, to retreat from the intimacy of the moment. But before she could act upon it, her attempt to slip away was thwarted by the firm yet gentle grasp of Lan Wangji's hand. His touch was unexpected, a tether that pulled her back from the precipice of her own uncertainty.
"Stay," his voice resonated, carrying a command that was as soft as it was compelling. His gaze, steady and unwavering, met hers, and in that instant, she was held in his gaze as if suspended in time. His finger extended, pointing to the table that held the tea they were meant to share, a silent insistence that resonated more deeply than mere words.
Caught between his unspoken desire and her own momentary hesitation, y/n found herself rooted to the spot, her instincts conflicting with the undeniable pull of his presence. It was in this very moment that the lines between servant and master, duty and emotion, blurred into something more intricate and profound.
As she remained by the table, a swirl of emotions stirred within her. The unexpected touch, the commanding yet not unkind directive, created a fissure in the façade of their roles. A hint of vulnerability flickered in Lan Wangji's eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored her own feelings of uncertainty and longing.
This moment was the very beginning. A small, unassuming step that would unknowingly set the course for a transformation within her heart. The tiniest seed of affection, of admiration for the man who stood before her, took root and began to flourish. The reverence she had always held for him deepened, evolving into something more personal and profound.
As they shared the tea, the air between them seemed to shimmer with unspoken emotions. Her heart, once steady, now danced to the rhythm of a new melody, one that resonated with the harmony of unspoken feelings and secret desires.
Throughout their shared moments that accumulated over time, the connection between y/n and Lan Wangji had deepened and gave a rise to an enduring love that seemed to flourish with each passing day. The tender affection they nurtured for one another became a beacon of warmth in their lives, radiating an exquisite glow that illuminated even the darkest corners of their hearts.
Lan Wangji's regard for y/n was a testament to the transformational power of genuine love. Unlike the treatment meted out by the previous clans, he adorned y/n with the dignity and respect that she deserved. Each gesture, each word he spoke, was a brushstroke on the canvas of their relationship, carefully painting a masterpiece of equality and mutual admiration. The societal boundaries that typically governed interactions between different strata of society held no dominion in their bond.
On a serene day, with scrolls in her hands meant for Lan Wangji, y/n embarked on her journey towards his presence. However, her path was momentarily intercepted by the boisterous voice of Wei Wuxian. His voice echoed in the air, calling out to her, "Hey there, pretty lady!"
Pausing, y/n turned to face Wei Wuxian, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His inquiry was direct, laden with curiosity, "Why do you always hang around with that grumpy, old, boring, mean man?"
A chuckle escaped y/n as she contemplated the question. Wei Wuxian's amusement was evident, yet there was a genuine inquisitiveness in his gaze. "Grumpy, old, boring, mean man?" y/n repeated, a glint of humor dancing in her eyes. Then, with a sly grin, she ventured, "Lan Wangji?"
Wei Wuxian's nod confirmed her guess, and y/n couldn't help but offer a gentle smile. "You see," she began, her tone thoughtful, "It's my role to serve Lan Wangji, to assist him with tasks that are entrusted to me." Her words carried a sense of purpose, a conviction that underscored her actions.
The accusation that Lan Wangji was mean warranted a soft shake of her head. "Oh no, he's not mean," y/n corrected with an air of certainty. "In fact, he's anything but that. Lan Wangji has been a savior in my life, a pillar of support and understanding. His demeanor might seem reserved, but beneath that lies a depth of compassion and wisdom."
Y/n's words carried a weight of sincerity, a testament to the profound impact Lan Wangji had on her life. Her steadfast defense of his character was unwavering, rooted in the countless moments they had shared and the understanding that had grown between them.
She continued, her tone soft but unwavering, "It's true that his sternness may seem directed at times, but it's often a reflection of his dedication to principles and order. And as for you, Wei Wuxian," she paused, a playful glint entering her eyes, "you might find that his 'meanness' is a response to your rather inventive interpretations of the rules."
Wei Wuxian's laughter rang out, a melody of amusement that danced through the air. Y/n's steadfast loyalty and her ability to see beyond the surface intrigued him, a curiosity stirring within him like a hidden current beneath the surface.
Lan Wangji's arrival on the scene was as graceful as ever, his presence a calming breeze that stirred the air. A smile graced his lips as his gaze fell upon y/n, the sight of her never failing to evoke a sense of serenity within him. However, the tableau before him quickly shifted his emotions in an unexpected direction.
Observing the easy camaraderie between y/n and Wei Wuxian, their laughter and exchanged smiles, Lan Wangji felt a subtle pang in his chest—a twinge of jealousy that seemed to tighten his throat. The warmth that had previously filled him was now juxtaposed with a slight discomfort, a feeling he struggled to name.
"A-y/n," he addressed her, his voice steady but tinged with an undertone of something he himself couldn't quite grasp. Stepping into the midst of their discussion, his gaze fixed upon Wei Wuxian, his stare carrying a weight of warning, like a hawk assessing its territory.
Y/n's attention shifted seamlessly, her focus now on Lan Wangji, her demeanor respectful and attentive. "Hanguang-Jun," she acknowledged with a graceful bow, the gesture a testament to the deference she held for him.
The air seemed to hum with unspoken tension, the energy between the three of them palpable. Lan Wangji's reaction was a confluence of emotions, protectiveness for the bond he shared with y/n. A hint of insecurity at the sight of her engaged with another, and a flicker of curiosity about the nature of her rapport with Wei Wuxian.
Y/n's posture remained poised, her ability to navigate these subtle undercurrents a reflection of her perceptiveness. As her eyes met Lan Wangji's, there was a gentle reassurance in her gaze, a silent message that affirmed her unwavering regard for him.
Wei Wuxian, though he had been met with Lan Wangji's glare, seemed to take it all in stride. His own expression was a blend of mischief and curiosity, a playful acknowledgment of the tension that had arisen. It was as if he recognized the significance of Lan Wangji's feelings, perhaps even the depth of his emotions, without needing explicit words.
Amidst the charged atmosphere, Lan Wangji's composed demeanor remained a steadfast anchor. His subtle gesture caught y/n's attention, a silent communication that conveyed it was time to depart from the scene. Y/n's acknowledgment was swift—a nod that reflected her readiness to follow Lan Wangji's lead.
As if choreographed by an unspoken understanding, y/n gracefully turned her attention back to Wei Wuxian, her respectful bow a final farewell gesture. The act was imbued with a sense of gratitude for the exchange they had shared and a promise of a future encounter.
However, before the moment could dissolve into the annals of memory, Wei Wuxian's voice reverberated through the space like a lightning bolt. "DOES LAN WANGJI LIKE A-Y/N!?" The words were proclaimed with a volume that defied subtlety, and echoed.
The scene that followed was a mix of reactions that could only be expected in the wake of Wei Wuxian's exuberant declaration. The elder Lans, though mildly scandalized by the outburst, were not entirely surprised, a testament to Wei Wuxian's notorious reputation for audacious behavior.
"WEI WUXIAN!!!" Lan Qiren's stern voice shattered the calm like a thunderclap, a sharp reprimand that cut through the atmosphere with a forceful command. His displeasure was evident in both his tone and expression, a manifestation of the elder Lans' commitment to decorum and discipline. The echoes of his voice lingered in the air like a tangible reprimand.
Startled by the force of Lan Qiren's shout, Wei Wuxian's eyes widened and his heart raced. He was well accustomed to Lan Qiren's disapproval, yet the suddenness of it always managed to catch him off guard. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned on his heels, his quick retreat evidence of his familiarity with this routine.
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Eclipsing the Sun
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Welcome to Ending Two Threaded Fate the angst ending
Just in case, content warning of survivor's guilt, spiraling thoughts, self-deprecation, and implied suicide
Life | Destiny’s Design | Threaded Fate (Here)
Chapter Three | Ending Two | Threaded Fate
“Wen Duzhe, please,” Lan Wanji called out from behind closed doors. You had expected to die that day your clansmen invaded Cloud Recesses but you survived, for now. However, you ended up in a coma and missed so much. You woke up three weeks ago and learned a week later from an enraged disciple that Wei Ying still became the Yiling Patriarch, your family ended up sacrificing themselves for Wei Ying, and Wei Ying died in the end. And following fate, only Wen Yuan survived and was found by Lan Wangji, after his punishment, and was brought back to Gusu. You and A-Yuan are the only Wen left.
“Xiongjie,” Wen, now Lan, Yuan hugged you as he sat on your lap. “Are you not going to reply or see Gege again?” Wen Lan Yuan asked. You do feel bad making an injured person kneel outside but your emotions are incredibly unstable and only around Wen Lan Yuan can you bring yourself to be stable.
“No, I’m... I’m not ready yet,” You replied. Not ready for the future, not ready for what fate has in store for you, not ready for the potential of being an attic spouse, and not ready to live in a world without your family, without Wei Ying. You hugged Wen Lan Yuan tighter to your chest. “I will see Lan Wangji soon but not now,” You whispered. You will face Lan Wangji and discuss the future later but not right now.“Lan Wangji!” Lan Xichen called. It has been a bit of a cycle after locking yourself in Wen Lan Yuan’s room, Lan Wanji would come by to try to talk with you until Lan Xichen discovered him around lunch, as Lan Xichen personally comes by to give you and Wen Lan Yuan lunch, and dragged him back to the Jingshi to continue to heal from his whipping injuries.
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After weeks of isolation with only Lan Yuan as company, someone else came to bother you.
“Wen Duzhe,” A stern voice called out after he slammed Lan Yuan’s door open. You refused to turn around and continued to gaze out the window. You can hear him marching up to you. “Wen Duzhe, how long are you going to continue to hide away?”
“... Does it matter? I’m nothing but a walking corpse on borrowed time,” You said after a moment of silence.
“Who said you are going to die?” He asked.
“I’m a Wen dog, aren't I? The last member of the tyrannical Qishan Wen Clan,” You replied.
“You are not going to die anytime soon,” He stated.
“Why? Are you going to torment me? To atone for my clan's wrongdoing?” You questioned.
“No,” He replied. You heard him sitting across from you. “You are alive because you… you are one of my Shixiong’s beloved people,” He explained.
“What?” You snapped your head to look at Jiang Cheng. This is out of character, you thought, blue screening.
“And because you saved the Jiang’s disciples, it’s sect Leader, and it’s Madam, the Yunmeng Jiang owes a debt to you,” Jiang Cheng said. “Yunmeng Jiang as well as Gusu Lan will pardon and support Wen Duzhe,”
“...Hahahahahahaha” You laughed out of despair and then sobbed. Which surprised Jiang Cheng as he rushed over to you as you keeled over as you cried. “Jiang Cheng, how am I supposed to live without my family? Without my Tangjie and Tangdi? Without Wei Ying?”
“Well,” Jiang Cheng started and looked by the doorway.
“Xiongjie…” Called out a soft voice. Ah, how could you have forgotten, your precious Tangdi became a fierce corpse.
“A-Ning?”
—
Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning were able to coerce you into a meeting with Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji. They all explained in detail what had happened during your coma. And the reason Jiang Cheng was so nice to you was because Jiang Yanli had actually visited your bedside often and he learned of the sacrifice you made from Wen Qing before her death.
“How ironic, I was ready to die yet I am the only one to live,” You sardonically smiled. “My gold core, dantian, and meridians are eroding away from my own creation. What use is there for me to still be here,” Your thoughts spiraled as survivor’s guilt ate away at you.
“Wen Duzhe,” Your right hand was held in Lan Wangji’s hands. “Please,”
“Lan Wangji, what are you pleading for?“ You asked.
“For Wen Duzhe to stay at Gusu and not go away too,” Lan Wangji replied.
“Too…” Your thought cleared as you looked at Lan Wangji who kneeled before you with his head hanging down. You took a quick glance at Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng and huffed. These idiots are worried about a fallen cultivator who was related to Wen Ruohan, they even went as far as to hold an intervention with the fallen cultivator. “Whatever, I give,” You mumbled
“Wen Duzhe,” Lan Wangji said as he looked at you.
“There are still some more things I need to do,” You said.
“What else do you need to do?” Lan Xichen asked. You stared at him then smiled an empty smile.
“You’ll see,” You said.
“Wen Duzhe, what are you planning?” Jiang Cheng demanned.
“Xiongjie?” Wen Ning questioned.
“Just preventing something,” You replied. Lan Wangji held both of your hands.
“Wen Duzhe must not die,” Lan Wangji stated but you just smiled. “Wen Duzhe,"
—
Meeting Jin Ling was great, he is a cute baby, and seeing Lan Yuan interact with him was even cuter. Meeting Nie Mingjue was not, however. Jiang Cheng invited you to Jin Ling’s birthday and while Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan were probably not happy about it since Lan Xichen and Jiang Fengmian supported you he can’t do anything to kick you out. And it was nice meeting Jiang Fengmian though.
“Ack,” As you were on your way to the bathroom you were wall-slammed by Nie Mingjue.
“You,” Nie Mingjue said.
“Hello, Sect Leader Nie,” You greeted.
“I’m watching you,” He said.
“I know,” You replied.
“You're untrustworthy,” He said.
“Despite defeating evil?” You asked.
“You are a wen,” He replied.
“A wen who killed off the rotten roots. You and the others are the ones who finished off the good green roots,” You said.
“You betrayed and dishonorably defeated your sect,” He said.
“What else did you want me, a single person, to do? Raise a secret army? Usurped Wen Rouhan? I don’t want power and I put my life on the line to defeat them all!” You yelled. Nie Mingjue was about to yell back before you coughed up a storm. You did not escape your own poisoning unscathed after all. The poison has entered your heart and while you are taking medicine to dilute it, it leaves your heart pretty weak so being riled up is not suitable for you. Blood dripped from your mouth and onto the floor, some of it got on the bottom of your robe and Nie Mingjue. You slowly slide down the wall as you become dizzy.
“Wen Duzhe!” Lan Wangji pushed Nie Mingjue away from you and lifted you into his arms. The conversation, the slight anger towards the situation, and the guilt of ruining Lan Wangji’s night pushed your heart and you ended up passing out.
—
“Duzhe-xiongjie! Duzhe-xiongjie!” Someone whisper-yelled at you slowly stirring into waking. You turned to who was calling you and it was Nie Huaisang, someone you had actually needed to meet.
“Ah, you're here,” You said.
“Yes, we need to discuss it quickly. Lan Wangji has been guarding your room and I don’t think I can sneak in again,” Nie Huaisang stated. This was the thing you needed to do, together with Nie Huaisang, you planned to prevent his brother’s death. The reason Nie Huaisang believed you was because he trusted you. You guys hung out often, when you were not third-wheeling WangXian or when Wei Ying was pulling you around, during your lecture days, and even after when it was over. Plus you hinted at him with your knowledge and he respected that you did not want to reveal in full of your knowledge.
“I wrote some plans down, it’s in that drawer over there,” You pointed at and Nie Huaisang went to grab it. You and Nie Huaisang discuss as deeply as possible before Lan Wangji returns.
—
“Xiongjie!” Lan Yuan called as he ran up to you with a basket of lettuce. “A-Yuan as food for the bunnies!‘ He giggled.
“I see that,” You smiled.
“Lan Jingyi greets Wen-Qianbei!” Lan Jingyi greeted. You smiled at him and patted his head. You are glad that Lan Yuan made a friend.
“I see that you learned mannerisms,” You commented.
“What! Xiongjie, me too!” Lan Yuan whined tugging at your sleeve after setting down the basket.
“Yes, yes, Lan Yuan did good too,” You patted Lan Yuan’s head. You sat down with Lan Yuan and Lan Jingyi and threw a blanket over yourself and the two children. They cuddle up to you.
“Qianbei! Tell us the next part now,” Lan Jingyi demanded.
“Alright, alright,” You had been telling stories from your previous lives to Lan Yuan and Lan Jingyi. And Jin Ling too when you visit Lotus Pier. “Robin Hood then…”
—
Currently, you are in a tense lunch with Nie Mingjue, Nie Hauisang, Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, and Jin Guangyao. Nie Mingjue is glaring at you while Lan Wangji is subtly glaring at him. Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang are trying to stop him but to no success and Jin Guangyao is smiling his fake smile. Earlier, you were hunting with Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji but unknown to you and Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen intentionally led the two of you to Qinghe Nie and met up with Nie Mingjue. Where Nie Mingjue happily invited Lan Xichen to lunch, he tensely out of courtesy invited you and Lan Wangji to lunch.
But it is convenient to your plan as you took a glance at Nie Huaisang. He smiled at you. You hope Nie Huaisang won’t be too mad at you for your slight deviation from the plan. No doubt Jian Cheng will be enraged when he hears what happened and you apologize in your heart for what your action will do to Lan Wangji.
—
This is it, you thought as you heard Nie Huaisang’s shouts. It is time to prevent Nie Mingjue’s qi deviation. You quickly ran to where Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang, and Jin Guangyao were and threw a knife to cut the strings of Jin Guangyao’s guqin. Nie Mingjue’s crazed gaze turned to you and he pushed Nie Huaisang out of his way to storm you.
“Da-ge! Stop! Duzhe-xiongjie, run away!” Nie Huaisang yelled and grabbed onto Nie Mingjue's sleeve but he was again pushed away and felled. You stared straight at Nie Mingjue as he charged at you and simply held onto him as he stabbed you straight through your stomach. As blood drips from your mouth you attach a necklace to Nie Mingjue. A special necklace made with a bright silver chain and a soft pink jade hanging, just for Nie Mingjue. The Yin energy was drained from Nie Mingjue into the necklace and yourself. Nie Mingjue’s saber was pulled out of your stomach as he fell away from you and you yourself fell away from him. “Da-ge! Duzhe-xiongjie!”
“Wen Duzhe!” Lan Wangji’s face appeared, panicking, in your view but slowly your vision was blackening.
“A-Jue!” You heard Lan Xichen yell.
“Duzhe-xiongjie! you-” Then Nie Huaisang's face appeared beside Lan Wangji’s, he was mad but also scared.
“I can’t live without them,” You whispered “So I will do one last act of goodness before meeting them,”
“Wen Duzhe, please, don’t go,” Lan Wangji cradled you like he did back during the invasion.
“I’m tired, Zhanzhan,” You mumbled.
“...” You can see his face fall to grief and agony “Will…Will Wen Duzhe find Wei Ying and at least see me before you go?”
“Ah,” You see his resignation and grief as clear as a blue sky despite the blackening vision from blood loss. “Of course,”
“Duzhe-xiongjie! Don’t you dare!” Nie Huaisang yelled uncharacteristically, and similarly to Jiang Cheng’s anger. You can feel Nie Huaisang grip your left arm. But you had already slipped into the darkness.
—
You are standing by Lan Yuan’s bed as he sleeps. A part of your mind recognized that you were dead but you just blankly lifted Lan Yuan’s blanket up to his chin.
“Xiongjie?” Wen Ning called. You blankly turned to look at him and just stared. He took in your appearance and his face filled with grief “Xiongjie, you are…” He cut himself off and looked at Lan Yuan. He took a deep breath, out of comfort then needing to actually breathe, and then kneeled to you. “Rest well, Xiongjie. Thank you for everything,”
—
“Wei Ying!”
“Wen Duzhe!”
And that’s a wrap.
Idk what happened to me but I just vomited Ending Two’s plot so sorry if was hard to follow, I'm open to criticism for this fanfic
Seriously, idk where my motivation came from
I was churning these out during work
I plan to write an extra for Destiny’s Design as Duzhe’s relationship with others was barely touched or the aftermath.
First time writing an angst ending and leaving it open to interpretation too to boot
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Hi ! I really what you're doing ! Can I request this ?
M! reader and wei ying were fighting cuz reader love danger very much and ect(reader is really strong) and Lan zhan was just standing there hoping they will stop until wei ying Say 'YOU ARE BETTER OFF DEAD' and reader was very sad wei ying didn't mean that After that reader Said he will be in a random village to Lan Zhan and then there were an attack in the random village Lan zhan and wei ying were worried when they got there most of the villagers were dead and covered with blanckets then they Saw a hand with reader's coat... Wei ying Regreted all the things that he Said to you and Lan Zhan keep telling himself why he didn't stop reader Wei ying wanted to revive you but some of the people stopped him After that they went back home ... SUPRISE reader IS not he Indeed in that village but he Saw a Homeless man shivering so he Gived his coat to him and went back home Wei ying and Lan zhan were in tears wei ying keep saying sorry and Lan zhan was just hugging and you don't know why ?
Pls write this 🥹🥹
Writer's Note(s): I think I'll have to change around something because Wei Ying isn't the type to yell out that he hates people he really loves. Look at Jiang Cheng strangling him, or what all the Jin's (those before his brother-in-law and nephew) did to him. And even Jin Ling stabbed him and he didn't hold it against him. (＠_＠;) But it will still be dramatic, I'll make sure of it! I changed the ending location.
Also, remember my rules: I don't write abuse between partners. Telling your partner(s) that they should be dead is abuse.
Info on Reader: Reader is intended AMAB, and uses he/him. Reader is a cultivator but surname/lineage/powers are ambiguous. Reader is described as short-tempered and very dismissive, be warned.
Timeline: Can be anytime in story post-Book 1. Can be just eloped, can be mid-story, can be post-canon (although it makes more sense before the ending).
【 ⚠️ 】 Warning: Harsh words are exchanged between Reader and Wei Wuxian, both are at fault here. Blood, death, and war are shown. Resurrecting the Reader is also mentioned.
Fujoshis and Fem Aligned Readers DNI || Stay Safe!
The war between the family names of the martial world spreads like a disease across the land. If it wasn't the slaughtering if the Wen's years ago on the masses, it's the torture of anyone with promise of the dark arts by the leader at Yunmeng. For now, it's not so bad the closer you are to a central family like Jin, Lan, or Nie because of the prosperity and closeness to the three head honchos.
But war never changes and whatever is in human nature that dictates them to push others around, always rears its head eventually. Especially near small towns or cities on the outskirts of civilization where lawful officials are harder to come by, if their there at all.
The deaths in the town just two hours to the south of the inn you were staying at were piling up and the miniscule evidence of who it could be was making you antsy from when your group left to travel there.
Lan Zhan suspects political intrigue, but you wave that off as just a basic theory. Wei Ying hums in agreement with Lan Zhan, because of how the two dead officials in the morgue seemingly were rivals to people still alive. You shrug that off too, much to Lan Zhan's irritation.
Your party was that of your dear Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan, two people you trusted greatly and with your whole heart to be able to stand at your side. Wei Wuxian has always been praised for his strategic mind and his very successful plans, and you can definitely agree with that. Lan Zhan is always praised for his poise and steady hands, being very reliable on the field. You can't deny either of these.
Lan Zhan also agrees with how Wei Wuxian creates good plans, and so you both leave it to him to create a baseline blueprint before you come back with what he needs.
Taking off into town with your share of the lists, you head right for the districts that surround your area of gathering and quickly get all your shopping done. Sure, you maybe didn't haggle very well in your rush and you might have paid nearly all of the full price for everything, but it was worth it!
Worth it, how exactly? For you to go ahead and scout the area that Wei Ying was left to plan for. It wouldn't be a bad idea to go ahead of time and scout out the area, yes?
Wrong. It had been a bad idea.
Getting to that area had lead to you tripping the traps of the town to the south, and the light it gave off could be seen for miles and miles in the darkness of the night. The late night sky, which caught the whole inns attention, became alive in alarm all around the two remaining cultivators. Of course, because of your elongated absence, your parnters began to worry.
Mostly, Wei Wuxian, who had already scouted the woods ahead of time in the daylight.
You sneaking back into the inn after the more paranoid people are swarming the garden to watch the light show is easy. Explaining what you did, with how your not exactly pleased with what you did yourself, was hard. Your adrenaline was running, and so was Wei Wuxian's.
Sleep deprivation, adrenaline, and indignation do not mix well.
"Why didn't you come back to the inn? We have a plan in mind and I could have told you the forest was trapped!" Wei Wuxian demands an answer.
You spit back at him, with venom. "It's a simple mistake, and we always have overlapping knowledge anyways! What would me going to the town be so bad?"
"Because it was trapped." He stresses. "I have a map of all the traps we were supposed to take down early in the morning, so we could double-check them."
Of course, Lan Zhan tries breaking this up and calming you both down. But the scene you both were making ended faster then his indecision could shake off...
"Fine then, if these traps are so difficult to handle and it'll need three cultivators all night... I'll prove it! I'll prove I could have done it tonight, myself." Your declaration is met with you picking up your satchel of supplies, the map of traps, and marching back out of the inn. "By morning, these traps will be gone!"
From the banister, Wei Wuxian calls to your back, "No, the traps aren't the problem, it's the fact all the traps are made like... flares..."
But you already left, ignoring both of your partners watching you from the banisters. They don't go after you because of your temper, and the knowledge that you often need time to yourself. For now, all the sleep deprived Wei Wuxian can do is hope you'll be back by morning. Lan Zhan decides on giving you three hours to calm down.
Three hours of rest, and they'll go looking for you.
Running through the forest and passing by multiple cut and defused wires and strings for the flares, Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan are quiet as the former leads them to the town ravaged by war. The traps were clear all the way up to the town...
Once they make it there, they see signs of a struggle and obvious signs of unrest from the town. Swordsman from the clan they were trying to abolish from the city were sprawled out, dead or dying across the ground and isles of towers around the town. Civilians were mostly unharmed, but it was obvious they had suffered greatly for years.
By the time that they could find any trace of you as a person, it was your outer robes given to an older man who carried his own sword. He looked winded, leaning across the wall, but he looked very much full of vigor.
Stopping quickly, Wei Wuxian helped the man sit on the ground as he asked the important question: "What happened here?"
The old man answers. "It was nearly the dead of night and the curfew had begun for the town, when the old families magic traps set off flares of light into the sky and blinding the town. They were always inconvenient things, the lot. A man came out of the woods not two hours ago and started killing the old family with no mercy. The man was like a savior to this old town..."
He looks at his old sword. "The man was obviously tired by the time he got here, and I could tell he was tired. Injured as well. My family gave him medicine before more guards came. I tried protecting him, but he threw his jacket on my back, and ran off into the city. I don't know where that young man is now..."
Wei Wuxian becomes quite anxious as the story continues and Lan Zhan has to keep his arm across his partner to keep him calm. After thanking the old man, they leave him be as they run into the center of town.
"What if he's not alive and we find his body amongst soldiers?" Wei Wuxian panics. "Why didn't he listen to me? I didn't call him anything, but I know how he feels about being corrected... Did I say anything rude Lan Zhan?"
"No. He is prideful,and hasty. But he is resourceful. We have to trust him." Lan Zhan answers back, believing in your skills fully.
"I trust him." Wei Wuxian worries. "I don't trust this place! He's all alone, somewhere!"
Lan Zhan could tell the tiredness, anxiety, and fear was running Wei Ying to anxious ramblings. "Wei Ying. Trust him."
"Of course, of course... Trust him... Trust him..." Wei Wuxian repeats to himself, before muttering to Lan Zhan. "But if he is dead..."
Lan Zhan can hear it coming, and the thought of your fierce corpse didn't settle his own nerves at all. "Wei Ying."
"I know... I know..."
Getting to the town center has Lan Zhan drawing Bichen on the remaining soldiers that were trying to break into their own stronghold. The main house of the old family was mostly wooden with faded red lacquer across the floors and columns. A family of old money obviously wasn't living much longer in the city, as Wei Ying can see the old and children running for the gates. They weren't who they were here for, and nobody in town was attacking anyone outside of armor anyways.
Playing his tune for resentment, he gives orders for armor to be torn and the old family to be pushed from the city. Nothing more, nothing less. This whole process takes about thirty minutes, and they the fierce corpses fall back to the ground once they came.
Cutting their way into the second floor through the paper screens with Bichen was tense and bitter, and seeing soldier and soldier dead on the ground wasn't giving them much more hope...
... Until, they could hear the sound of tearing and grunts. Running there, they come into the room where you had found the families medicine stockpile and began dressing your wounds.
They ran over as fast as possible, chests lightening from the sight of you alive and moving. Lan Zhan takes over cleaning and dressing your leftover wounds as Wei Wuxian nearly falls as he sits beside you.
Wei Wuxian, tired in his voice and body, in no less sincere: "I'm so sorry we had a fight, we should be in bed right now... Why did you want to prove yourself so bad? You know we believe in your skills."
You answer with a wince at the medicine. "I get antsy... when war is around the corner. I can't stand to think of this town going another day with the old family that lives here, and our commissioners are so close to storming the town. I don't like innocent lives potentially getting killed..."
"But you ran in alone, how can one man protect the innocents in this city as he's killing the old family?" Wei Wuxian asks, still with worry deep in his voice.
His worry wears you down, and you look almost sheepish and sad. "I... believed you both would follow me eventually. I know I'm rash. It was a dumb train of thought, I know, because you look absolutely exhausted, Wei Ying... But I do care for you. I'm sorry..."
It was Lan Zhan who spoke up next. "And we, you. Wei Ying couldn't stop worrying about you on the way up here."
You tease him in good nature. "Lan Zhan, you weren't worried about me?"
Lan Zhan hums in a negative, before he answers you. "I know you could do it. Everyone from the old family is either old or young. No between."
"Wait... So everyone in armor is basically old men and women?" You question, and something almost clicks in your mind. "... So that means our targets..."
"Escaped. Probably after the first flare." Lan Zhan answers.
"Fuck..." Both you and Wei Wuxian groan, but at least you rest upon each other's shoulders as Lan Zhan finishes your wounds. Lan Zhan sits on your remaining open side, and also leans on you too. A little rest, is in order.
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Are there any other rules for making requests? Like are there any specific characters or other topics you will or won't cover? Are there any other fandoms you cover? How many characters can we ask about in a single request? And will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters? For Persona specifically, can we ask about Confidants or characters from side games? Feel free to add anything else. Sorry about all the questions, just want to be sure. Thanks and have a fantastic day!
I'm gonna turn this into my new pinned post so don't mind the first portion.
You may call me Xepher. I'm 18+ and in college, so reqs might be slow. I go by she/her and my first (and only) language is English. Warning: I don’t proof read, more like briefly scan so you can correct me.
Masterlist
Let's make this easy and sort into sections lol
Characters
WILL:
Children (PLATONIC ONLY)
Teens (mostly platonic, late teens could be romantic)
Adults (platonic + romantic)
Robot/Mech (full on robo will be platonic, but mech features can be romantic)
WON'T:
Animal (like full on, animal features are OK)
i.e. dog reader x dog character = no
reader with cat tail x character = yes
Characters like Morgana are the exception with being humanoid
Genres/Dynamics
WILL:
Character x reader (m + f)
Character x character
You can request multiple genres
i.e. fluff to angst
Fluff
Angst (not good, but I try)
Horror (I'll give it my best shot)
Platonic
Romantic
Oneshot
Headcanons
WON'T:
Lime/Lemon
Yandere (clingy OK)
Dead Dove
Incest/Pedophilia/Abuse
Character x OC
Fandoms (more will be added)
WILL:
Record of Ragnarok (ROR)
Ragna Crimson
Howl's Moving Castle (Movie)
Legend of Zelda (LOZ)
Heaven Official's Blessing (TGCF)
The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS)
Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (MGRR)
Devil May Cry (DMC)
A Date With Death (ADWD)
Tokyo Debunker
The above are part of a list already, the below are unofficial fandoms
Ashidaka - The Iron Hero will likely be added soon
I'm currently on the fence for MADK and Hazbin Hotel
There is also a possibility for Hellsing in the future
Any character from the unofficial fandoms will NOT be turned down, but also will not be a priority
WON'T:
I will write any fandom listed, the reason it's like that is because I probably won't know most fandoms outside what I have
Limits
I would prefer 3 or less characters in one request, however if you go one or two over it won't be ignored, just will take vastly longer
Headcanons will NOT be shortened if there are more characters, I usually have a lot to write headcanon wise, so they'll all be beefy
Persona
Persona isn't on the list and probably won't be anytime soon, BUT if it ever does get added, I will allow Confidants or side game characters
Where To Request
My inbox is open if I'm taking requests; but you can comment your request too
If my inbox is closed that means I'm not taking requests, anything commented will be ignored or pushed very far back
Hope this answered all questions you and anyone else had
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bath time!
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