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sockibean · 5 months

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While I am sick and dying from a fever, take this art of Huaisang I made back in 2022

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #mxtx mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the grandmaster of diabolism #the founder of diabolism #niè huáisāng #digital art

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grumpywaterfalls · 2 years

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we built ourselves a ship out of old wood (it still smells like the night)

we built ourselves a ship out of old wood (it still smells like the night) by Itabane

Mó Dào Zǔ Shī

Length: 6,333 (complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Niè Huáisāng & Niè Míngjué

Author Summary:

Nie Huaisang's mother is a prostitute, and that changes everything.

#Mó Dào Zǔ Shī #Niè Huáisāng & Niè Míngjué #Itabane #mod: 5 to 10k #mod: complete #mod: general audiences #mod: canon #mod: fluff

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porcupine-girl · 2 months

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POV: You are on the worst date of your life with Lan Wangji

What is this??? Reader/LWJ fic?!? What?????

Hahaha don't worry it's endgame Wangxian. Like LWJ would ever wind up with Y/N.

This is the first new thing I've actually managed to write from start to finish in... a very long time. So thank you @antaranya for prompting this.

Rating: G Tags: Humor, Reader-Insert, First Dates, Blind Date, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Reader's gender is unspecified, POV Outsider Summary:

You were set up on a blind date with this incredibly hot guy... but he seems cold, distant, and completely uninterested. On a probably totally unrelated note, some tall dude on the other side of the restaurant keeps glaring at you.

And don't forget, I'm offering a fic in this year's @fandomtrumpshate auction!

#the untamed #wangxian #wangxian fic #mdzs #pg writes

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demoiselledefortune · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Niè Huáisāng, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Niè Huáisāng, Jiāng Yànlí, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Jīn Zǐxuān, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Yú Zǐyuān, Jiāng Fēngmián Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, American AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Childhood Friends, Fluff and Angst, Family Drama, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Oblivious Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Boats, Swimming Summary:

When faced with an upcoming family vacation, Jiang Cheng invites Nie Huaisang, an old friend from summer camp who he hasn't properly spoken to in years, along as his pretend boyfriend. It's supposed to be a win-win situation: Jiang Cheng gets someone there who will have his back amidst family members and in-laws who have made their disdain clear and gets his parents off his back about his lack of love life, and Huaisang gets a week away from the city, his brother's knife company, and the reminder that his brother is in jail for a violent crime. Neither of them expect to catch feelings, but a lot can change over the course of a week at the Jiang family lake house.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50818951

to make this dock my home by brightblackholes

Just finished reading this modern au fake relationship sangcheng fic and found it excellent!

#mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #sangcheng #fic rec

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roseclaw · 4 months

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COMPLETED \o/

Title: Fool's Gold

Pairings: JC/NHS, JYL/NMJ

Rating: M - for violence

Total wc: 115,389 :D

Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Low Fantasy, Blood and Gore, Gun Violence, Horror Elements, Mild Sexual Content, Fierce Corpses (Módào Zǔshī), Large Cast, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Fluff and Angst, BAMF Niè Huáisāng, but he is also a little shit, saloon owner!nhs, bounty hunter!jc, the real villain is capitalism... and jgs, Case Fic

Summary:

The Good, the Bad, and the Undead Jiang Wanyin, bounty hunter, is after his last bounty before he settles down, and it's a big one.

#sangcheng #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #who wants to read the best thing I've ever written? :D?#also the longest

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rosethornewrites · 17 days

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Fic: this body yet survives, ch. 16

Relationship: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Tags: No War AU, Recovery, Trauma, Dissociation, Courtship, Courting Rituals, Near Death Experiences, Attempted Murder, Eventual Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Siblings, Protective Siblings, Soup, Triggers, Protective Lan WangJi, Protective Lán Qǐrén, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Bad Parent Yú Zǐyuān, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, reference to poisoning, reference to assassination, Reference to chronic illness, reference to infanticide, Depression, Minor Injuries, Painting, Gift Giving, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has a Fear of Dogs, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Good Sibling Jiāng Yànlí, BAMF Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jealous Su She | Su Minshan, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Protection Squad

Summary: A hiccup and a visit.

Notes: See end.

Parts 1 & 2

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

AO3 link

The weeks that followed passed in peace, and Wei Ying blossomed in the absence of fear, working with excitement on the commissioned talismans for Jin-furen, using the Jiang siblings’ blood to test his ideas. They were able to resume their quiet afternoons in his studio while he worked on the portrait for Wen-zongzhu, often all four of them, each working independently together. He was relaxed more than he had been since the incident, more lively, and Wangji was glad to see it.

Several juniors approached Wei Ying for help with their forms, impressed by his performance against Su She, and they found in him a willing teacher, one who could diagnose the exact issues interfering with their mastery. Often he recommended exercises that would correct underlying problems like balance or footwork, diagnosing bad habits that had not interfered with more basic forms, but would prevent them from progressing. Always, he made sure to praise the juniors for what they were doing well, and they responded like flowers opening for sunshine.

Wangji had an inkling that he would eventually be teaching formal classes, once he had more fully recovered, having caught Shufu watching the informal lessons more than once. Wei Ying had clearly earned his status of head disciple in Yunmeng Jiang, and he flourished in a teaching role like he was born for it.

Some of those students had given him early gifts for his birthday, always in the form of consumables, which he shared with them but which were helping him continue to gain weight back, and Wangji made note of them as allies to Wei Ying.

Wei Ying often took tea with Lan Tayi, discussing talisman and array ideas with the master as fluently as one himself, and he had delighted in learning and even modifying the talismans that had been used against the conspirators, arguing they could be used to stymie yao during night hunts with a little tweaking. For his part, Lan Tayi seemed happy to distract him with such conversations, consistently bringing extra snacks to pawn off on Wei Ying, who would eat whatever was put on a plate in front of him when thus engaged. Wei Ying was often so excited about the ideas that came from tea that he would tinker with talismans for several hours those afternoons, with resulting in amazingly innovative results.

In truth Wangji understood little of their conversations, but he was happy to see Wei Ying enjoying himself, and that alone was reason to attend. As an added benefit, Jiang Wanyin preferred not to attend these teas and was happy for Lan Tayi to act as chaperone, and Lan Tayi did not frown over them holding hands as though convinced it would harm Wei Ying’s image. After the fight with Su She and the missive sent to all sects, with just enough information to show his beloved’s skill and strength while remaining modest in adherence to the rules, it was increasingly unlikely his status and value would be harmed by small gestures of affection, and Lan Tayi would never gossip.

As expected, multiple sect leaders found excuses to visit the Cloud Recesses following the missive, all looking for information, and they were immediately warned by disciples each time, and were able to stay in private areas of the grounds, whether the Jiang guesthouse, Wei Ying’s studio, the jingshi, or the bunny field. They had as of yet not been disturbed, despite several visiting disciples separating from their groups only to be found where they shouldn’t have been. This stopped when Xiongzhang enlisted several inner disciples and gave them permission to “gossip” with certain agreed-upon details that would assuage the curious visitors, though it frustrated him with its necessity, that people could not leave Wei Ying any privacy.

As his birthday approached, Wei Ying received a package from Nie Huaisang, which included expensive art supplies and a stack of books that made him blush deeply when he opened one, and which he placed in a qiankun pouch.

“For later, after we’re wed,” he told Wangji with a shy smile. “They’re, ah… educational.”

Wangji had known Nie Huaisang for enough years to know he’d sent cutsleeve spring books for their enjoyment, and he couldn’t be upset with it, especially since Wei Ying seemed pleased with the gift. They were not technically against the rules of the Cloud Recesses, so long as they were for educational purposes, and he had no doubt they would be very instructive. He was very willing to find loopholes to rules for Wei Ying’s happiness.

Shufu received a missive from Wen-zongzhu that Wen Qionglin was well enough to travel and they would come to the Cloud Recesses to celebrate Wei

Ying’s birthday in person, asking that it be a surprise for him, and Wangji hoped it would further lift his spirits. The information was easy enough to keep secret, particularly with Wei Ying distracted with his many projects, often shifting between several each day.

Their days had the same basic structure, varying based on Wei Ying’s needs and whims. Wei Ying always started his day with breakfast together at the Jiang guest house, often something Jiang Yanli prepped the night before, and usually involved soup: often pear soup, meant to keep the late fall chill at bay. She rose with him, styled his hair, and ate with them to act as chaperone, though he was certain she slept a bit more after they left. On occasion Jiang Wanyin joined them, but more often he ate later.

Xiongzhang assigned chaperones from a surprisingly long list of volunteers on a sort of schedule, and so they were accompanied by a disciple when they were together at all times. The first chaperone came to the Jiang guest cottage to escort them after breakfast. Their minders were polite and kind, not intruding too much on their time together, something Wangji appreciated.

While Wei Ying was in dizi lessons, Wangji had tea with his uncle and brother and returned for him, and when Wangji was teaching sword forms, both Wei Ying and Jiang Wanyin often chose to accompany him. Some days they went to Caiyi, even. But there were still days where he could tell Wei Ying was less able to handle being around people, and he would prefer to stay in the guest cottage and work on talisman ideas, read, and rest all day, and Wangji and the Jiang siblings coaxed him to do just that.

The day before his birthday seemed to be one such day, and Wei Ying shrugged off their coaxing.

“It’s the shift in weather,” he argued, stubborn. “I just need to move around a bit.”

The chill often bothered Wei Ying, and he was likely to spend much more time indoors when winter fell. To Wangji, the winters in the Cloud Recesses were something of a reminder of the death of his mother, but they were also beautiful and tranquil, and he hoped Wei Ying would enjoy that aspect despite the cold.

“If you’re sure,” Jiang Yanli said, relenting when he nodded.

So they started their day as they normally would, a leisurely breakfast and a chaperoned stroll to his flute lesson, and Wei Ying seemed to push through the malaise without difficulty, chattering on about a new stasis talisman idea he wanted to explore.

Wangji was having tea with Shufu and Xiongzhang, the latter focused on wedding ideas to be discussed with Wei Ying later, when their assigned chaperone rushed in and bowed hastily, and he immediately knew something must be wrong, even before the disciple told them that Lan Mingkai had taken Wei Ying to the infirmary.

Shufu nodded at him, gesturing toward the door immediately, giving him permission he was hardly waiting for. Wangji remembered to murmur a thank you to the disciple as he rushed out, and the disciple, a junior a few years younger than him, nodded and kept talking, giving more details—Wei Ying was unconscious, suddenly passed out—loudly enough for him to hear them until he turned a corner.

Worry consumed him, possibilities popping up despite his best effort not to conjecture—illness, poison, some long-term effect of Yu Zixuan’s attempt on his life, all the worst case scenarios fighting for purchase in his mind as he clutched Bichen hard enough to mark his skin and hurried to the infirmary. They had finally rooted out the saboteurs, but still Wei Ying could find no peace.

He was met by the Jiang siblings, who were also on their way there after being fetched by a servant, their expressions pinched with concern.

The healing staff immediately brought them back to where Wei Ying was being examined, his form still, his robes open, something Wangji hesitated at, but only his chest was bared. A curse mark, like a patch of charred and blackened skin over his heart, immediately confirmed his worse suspicions—that this was an attack—and clearly incensed the Jiang siblings. Jiang Yanli rushed to his side, while Jiang Wanyin loomed protectively.

“The curse is too weak to defeat his core,” the healer assured them, “but it will take time to burn through it.”

Jiang Yanli asked why he had passed out, and the healer assured him it was a reaction to the onset of the curse, though the state of his body as he worked to recover had also played a role. It wasn’t simply recovery from Yu Ziyuan’s abuse, but also his slow wasting afterward, overtaxed already only to be cursed.

“The curse is focused on his body?” Wangji asked, wondering if that detail would narrow down the possibilities.

Shufu and Xiongzhang arrived as he asked the question, and Shufu immediately went to Wei Ying’s side to examine the curse mark, the healer deferring to him.

“That seems likely, but it’s hard to know what the curse is given that he won’t be presenting symptoms,” the healer responded.

“Wen-zongzhu is something of an expert on curses,” Shufu commented as he looked over the curse mark, “so he may be able to identify it.”

“They should arrive later today, and he may even be able to break it,” Xiongzhang said.

Until then nothing could be done but to make Wei Ying comfortable, Wangji knew, hating that he could do nothing. Wei Ying would recover, but he had once again been attacked in Lan care, with little way of determining the perpetrator.

“What about the talisman A-Xian helped create?” Jiang Yanli asked as she fretted over her brother, smoothing his hair. “Could it not be used on the curse to find the caster?”

Shufu shook his head, but looked thoughtful.

“Not as it is. Curses can be cast from some distance, and the talisman has a limit, though Lan Tayi may be able to adapt it. I will speak with him.”

Nothing could be done for Wei Ying immediately, save making him comfortable while his jindan cleansed the resentful energy of the curse, and so he was transferred to a private room in the infirmary, where he looked far too small and still for Wangji’s liking. The healer gave him permission to play Cleansing for him, and he left his side only to fetch his guqin so he could do so, leaving the Jiang siblings to watch over him.

By the time he returned, Jiang Yanli had taken Wei Ying’s hair down from its crown, tying the forehead ribbon around his wrist. She’d had Jiang Wanyin turn him on his side while she braided his hair, likely of the opinion that he would be more comfortable, and he returned as she tied it off with his red ribbon and settled him back beneath the blankets.

Wangji sat nearby to play, letting himself focus on the music to the extent that the world would fall away for a bit, and started with WangXian in the hopes that Wei Ying would hear it and know he was safe, before transitioning into Cleansing. The song would help with the process of removing the resentment, aiding his jindan in burning through the curse, and Wangji hoped it would shorten the process.

Aside from a break when Xiongzhang insisted he eat, Wangji focused on the music, aware that Jiang Yanli left several times to work on the evening meal she hoped Wei Ying would be awake to enjoy, losing himself otherwise until the late afternoon when Wen-zongzhu arrived. With him were Wen Qing and Wen Qionglin, the latter of whom was being pushed in a wheeled chair, which Wen Ruohan had commissioned for his nephew’s comfort.

As Shufu and Xiongzhang led them in, Wen Ruohan nodded a greeting to Lan Wangji, placing a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from rising to bow, before he immediately attended Wei Ying with Wen Qing.

“It will take another two days to filter out the curse,” Wen Qing said after she examined the curse mark.

The idea that Wei Ying could be so still for days, after which it would be ill fortune to celebrate his birthday rankled Wangji, an important milestone in his recovery unmarked, lost because of the interference of another.

“It is no trouble to transfer such a weak curse to myself, and I can fully rebound to the caster to permanently prevent another attempt,” Wen Ruohan offered, his attention on Wen Qionglin, who looked particularly upset by Wei Ying’s condition.

The offer was extremely generous, especially if it was made without expectation of repayment, and would resolve a problem in what would likely be a very public way. Wangji could see Shufu and Xiongzhang wondering what he might want in return.

“I only wish that Wei-gongzi consider swearing brotherhood with my niece and nephew, if he wishes, if he insists upon this being a debt,” the sect leader assured.

Wangji was astonished, seeing that not as a way to repay a debt, but as a way to more formally protect Wei Ying—the Lan sect would protect him as a disciple and Wangji’s betrothed, and the bond of siblinghood with Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin also offered some protection as well as an implied rebuke of Yu Ziyuan, but he had no doubt being the sworn siblings of the beloved niece and nephew of one of the most powerful men in the jianghu was an even more powerful protection, particularly if Wen Ruohan’s rebound killed the caster, as he had implied it would.

Wei Ying, no doubt, would agree happily, already close to Wen Ning and Wen Qing, the latter having saved his life at Lotus Pier, but he would also see the weight of such a brotherhood and perhaps its offer of safety as a relief, and Wangji would confess to being relieved by it as well.

The Jiang siblings exchanged looks with each other and then with the Wen siblings. Whatever Jiang Yanli saw led her to nod, and she patted Jiang Wanyin’s arm and took over, smoothing her hanfu as she bowed to the Wens, her brother following her lead.

“I know A-Xian will agree. Thank you for helping my didi, Wen-zongzhu.”

Wangji bowed with Shufu and Xiongzhang to offer thanks as well.

Wen Qing supervised her uncle, making him sit while he transferred the curse to himself, and Wangji knew the moment it was done by the way Wei Ying let out a soft sigh. He hadn’t noticed the tension in his future husband’s body as it fought the curse, but it was made clear when his body seemed to unclench and he sank deeper into the bedding.

He still didn’t stir, but Wen Qing assured them that was expected, the curse having strained his system.

“Hundred Holes,” Wen Ruohan murmured, checking the curse mark that was now on his own chest. “His cultivation is not as weak as the caster imagined.”

That particular curse was meant to cause constant pain and to disfigure the victim, as though Wei Ying hadn’t already suffered enough, wasn’t scarred enough.

The Wen sect leader pulled his robes aside, baring his chest, and cut a finger with a small dao-style jade dagger engraved with the sun on its handle and guard, then used his blood to paint an array around the curse mark. Wangji could interpret only a bit of it—that it was meant to rebound—but it was much more intricate, and with blood, much more powerful. Wei Ying would have been fascinated, he knew, and he wondered if Wen-zongzhu would be a good correspondent for him regarding talismans and arrays.

When he was finished, Wen Ruohan inspected his work, then nodded in satisfaction, clearly pleased with the lines of his work.

“When I activate this array, the entirety of the curse will rebound; the caster will face the full force of the curse, and will not survive.”

He stated this casually, as though giving Shufu and Xiongzhang time to protest, knowing how the Lan abhorred killing. Neither did, and Wangji felt a cold sense of relief in their willingness to allow a more permanent solution.

If the body was discovered it would be investigated by a local sect because of the manner of death, and word would ultimately reach Gusu, identifying the culprit. Hopefully such a discovery would prevent a resentful ghost from rising and continuing to target Wei Ying.

Privately, he hoped the caster was someone known to them already, perhaps even Yu-furen, though he doubted Wei Ying would want the guilt he would feel associated with her death with the Jiang siblings.

Truthfully, casting curses from afar didn’t align with Yu-furen’s disposition or weapon of choice, meaning others sought to harm his future husband, and that was perhaps worse for Wei Ying’s mental wellbeing.

Wen Ruohan demonstrated no pageantry, simply activating the array, which seemed to absorb into the curse mark. The spiritual energy in the room seemed to go taut, then snapped out and away from the Cloud Recesses, taking the curse mark with it.

Xiongzhang pointed in that direction, and Wen-zongzhu nodded.

“I will assemble a team of seniors to search in that direction,” Shufu said grimly.

Wangji knew his uncle felt particularly protective of Wei Ying, as he had confessed that he was ashamed of his behavior toward him during the lectures, his dismissal of his bright intellect and undying curiosity. If the culprit’s spirit was resentful, the seniors would handle it before it became a problem.

Wen Qing briefly checked her uncle’s meridians, then shooed him, Shufu, and Xiongzhang to the door, adamant that Wei Ying needed no stress upon waking until she could check him for any lingering effects of the curse, uncaring of rank. She then had Wen Qionglin wheeled to another private room so she could examine him and make sure the travel had not had ill effect, leaving them to settle and wait for Wei Ying to wake.

Jiang Yanli reluctantly left to continue cooking, though she was pleased that Wei Ying would likely be awake to enjoy it, and Jiang Wanyin commented after she left that likely she would cook even more dishes with the intent that the Wen siblings would dine with them.

“If Wei Wuxian is up to it,” he added after a moment, watching his brother’s still face.

There was no telling how Wei Ying would take this most recent attempt to attack him, but Wangji suspected he would meet it with quiet acceptance and try to forget about it as he tried to forget all ills perpetuated against him with varying success. He drew out his guqin again, focused now on playing WangXian, hoping to ensure he woke surrounded by love, that it would comfort him.

Shortly, Wei Ying woke with a start, no warning that he was stirring, babbling about curses and resentful energy and scrabbling at his robes. Jiang Wanyin stopped him, holding both his wrists so he couldn’t hurt himself, sitting in front of him so Wei Ying could see him.

“Deep breaths, A-Xian. You’re safe.”

Jiang Wanyin breathed with him to help him calm, and Wangji started WangXian again, having stopped with a discordant twang when he woke so suddenly. The music seemed to help calm him, his breathing returning to normal.

Wen Qing returned to check the flow of his qi through his dantian, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Uncle transferred the curse and rebounded it,” she said brusquely. “Your body and cultivation are undamaged. The caster will no longer be a threat.”

He blinked up at her, surprised to see her as they had kept the visit secret, though this certainly wasn’t the revelation Wangji had expected.

“I felt it take root, and then just nothing,” Wei Ying murmured hoarsely, prompting Wangji to abandon his guqin and pour a cup of water from an ewer on the bedside table.

“Hundred Holes, far too weak a curse to take hold on someone with as powerful a jindan as yours,” she told him, refilling the cup when it was empty. “Uncle hopes you will swear brotherhood with A-Ning and I during our visit.”

Wei Ying was quiet for a moment, lost in thought, but then he jolted, looking at her hopefully.

“Wen Ning came with you?”

At her nod, he smiled widely, distracted from his ordeal at least temporarily.

“Swearing brotherhood?” he asked, momentarily taken aback at the offer before he smiled again. “Ah, Qing-jie, I knew you liked me! Of course I’ll be your sworn brother. Ningning’s too.”

Wangji suspected that Wei Ying’s focus on the ramifications of the brotherhood was simply masking his reaction to being cursed, and when he glanced at Jiang Wanyin he could see that same suspicion written into his expression.

“You’re ridiculous,” Wen Qing huffed, and something in her demeanor told Wangji she, too, had that worry.

They would have to pay closer attention in the coming days for signs that Wei Ying would benefit from a visit to the mind healers, though Wangji thought he might mention the possibility to Wen Qing in private. Wei Ying’s focus on the good in the situation could be problematic if he did not reach out when he needed support, if he tried to hide his hurts or shut down.

Jiang Yanli’s return served as another distraction, conversation about Wei Ying’s health diverted by her joy at seeing him awake, having been summoned by a disciple sent by Shufu, as well as Wei Ying’s insistence that he was only three years old in the play Wangji had become accustomed to.

When Wen Qionglin was brought into the room, the group naturally expanded, bringing good cheer and laughter to Wei Ying in a way that soothed his worries a bit.

Though Wangji knew the mood was a distraction, it was something his zhiji needed now, and he was more than happy to sit beside him as he basked in the presence of family and soon to be family. All else could wait.

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This Wen Ruohan dotes on his niece and nephew, and the combination of Wen Qing’s concern as Wei Wuxian’s doctor and Wen Ning fretting over his best friend’s health and well-being spurred him to act here. His sickly nephew traveled a long way to celebrate Wei Wuxian’s birthday with him, and he’ll be damned if that falls through!

Lan Wangji is concerned in the end that Wei Wuxian might bottle up his feelings about being cursed, causing a setback in his recovery. While Wei Wuxian has learned mindfulness of his own needs, his bad habit of setting them aside for others, ingrained in him by his upbringing, sometimes sabotages him.

Continuing my medical issues, but I just started a promising medication that has so far had amazing results. I’m feeling pretty hopeful.

I spent April Fool’s Day sitting in the ER with a gallstone—took 8 hours to finally get pain relief, and I couldn’t even play games on my cell phone through the pain. Several firsts for me: IV, blown IV, CAT scan, CAT scan with contrast (this blew the IV), and morphine. So I get to be more mindful of what I eat. No more chili cheese nachos, alas.

Thank you all for sticking with me through the slow writing. Please let me know what stood out to you in this chapter!

Happy birthday, Wen Ning!

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thatswhatsushesaid · 1 year

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nice! i will say, i have only seen the show so my opinions are based on that

okay so first off, i agree with you that both the usually portrayed versions of Niè Huáisāng aren't accurate. he's not helpless (though he certainly can seem so at points, i.e. when he and Wangxian are trapped in the cave with the stone fairy) but he's not a strategic mastermind either.

Niè Huáisāng, to me, comes off as impulsive and clever. he thinks quick, and in his younger years, he uses that mainly to avoid the things he has no interest in doing (cultivating, using his sabre- can't say i really blame him for that, given what Niè's usually end up succumbing to). in later years, he's surrounded by a bunch of things he never wanted to do (running the sect, being a leader in general, and paperwork), and he's still trying to avoid those things (playing dumber than he is, whining to Jīn Guāngyáo and Lán Xīchén because he knows they'll dote on him).

and i think, at least in part, avenging his brother is more impulsive than anything else and may not have, entirely, been something he wanted to do. the revenge, in the end, exposed a lot of Jīn Guāngyáo's secrets to several people, and i think Niè Huáisāng just kind of hoped one of them would be angry enough to kill Jīn Guāngyáo (or maybe that his brother’s fierce corpse would) and i really think, in that last moment, when he realized he went to all of this trouble and Jīn Guāngyáo wasn't going to die, he panicked and made someone else take care of the problem. but i also think, up until that moment, Niè Huáisāng was on the fence about killing Jīn Guāngyáo.

Niè Huáisāng wasn't shown to be a violent person in the show. he liked to catch birds, paint fans, and collect erotic novels. but, i can't believe he lost all attachment to Jīn Guāngyáo if it took him that long to actually get him killed. Huáisāng, like i said, is impulsive and even the smartest guy in the room (which, i say this with love, he is not) would have snapped, right then and there, and turned it into a fight. but he didn't. he dug into all of Jīn Guāngyáo's secrets and, yeah, he eventually exposed them, but i think part of him was looking for a reason; either a way to excuse or condemn Jīn Guāngyáo, something that would push him to one side of the fence or the other. and the other part of him was stalling and avoiding the problem until he absolutely couldn't.

sorry for the text wall. Niè Huáisāng is my favorite out of the show so i have a lot of feelings about him

oh these thoughts are so delightfully crunchy, and I think I largely agree with them, to a point. I know I mentioned somewhere else recently (at least, I think I mentioned it on tumblr, tho tbh it might've been through a discord conversation) that rather like nmj, jgy spends an awful lot of his time in the story un-murdered for someone whose opponent's intention was always to murder him. for nmj, I think he lives for as long as he does because jgy genuinely does not want to kill him despite multiple attempts on his life and enduring increasing pressure from his father to make it happen--up until nmj punts him down the jinlintai steps and humiliates him/his mother in front of the entire lanling jin sect.

(pausing here just to say: I am so sick and tired of the comments by the antis on this point that jgy did not deserve to seek any kind of retribution or vengeance in the face of this insult. like is it only fine when the gentry resort to violence to satisfy insults to their honour? anyway)

so, yes, I think I vibe with your point wrt nhs and his revenge quest! not only because I also agree that he just could not, and did not want to decide what to do, but because yes, he absolutely did care about jgy! I think those feelings are especially clear in cql given how the drama reshapes the relationship that jgy-as-meng yao has to the qinghe nie. he is nhs's body guard and protector (and, uh, babysitter), and I often think of that glimpse we are given of nhs anxiously pacing outside the throne room while nmj aggressively interrogates freshly-stabbed (to protect!! nmj!!) meng yao after wen chao's assault on the unclean realm:

this 👆👆👆is not the behaviour of a little guy who is ambivalent or otherwise emotionally uninvested in the outcome of this interrogation. he is fretting! he is worried! and then afterwards when meng yao has been ousted from the nie, huaisang is the one who sweeps up to him to try to support his shoulders. because meng yao is still, you know, freshly stabbed by wen zhuliu in this moment. (you're welcome, da-ge. thanks for the banishment. could he have a bandaid maybe--no? no ok that's fine)

ultimately, tho, even if he waffles and can't make up his mind for over a decade, I do think nhs does want to kill jgy when he finally succeeds in doing it. and maybe he tells himself that he is doing it to avenge nmj, rather than for even more personal reasons (e.g., 'san-ge murdered da-ge, but he betrayed me') but let's be real, we will never know. whatever interiority nhs has, either in the novel or in the drama, remains hidden from the reader/viewer, and all we have to go on is the framing provided to us by the camera lens, and by what wwx shows us in the text.

and in cql, this is that glimpse we get of nhs's face right before he tricks lxc into stabbing jgy:

(sorry you get my meme, I couldn't find my original screenshot womp womp)

anyway, that's the glower of a little guy who has decided he is definitely gonna do a murder.

#asks answered #thank u for sharing all of your thoughts #I enjoy them so very very much!!#mdzs meta #nie huaisang #let him have birds!! 🕊️

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greenhills-woodtoburn-fic · 2 years

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PART ONE: DILIGENCE IS THE ROOT

by @little-smartass and @ellethinthewoods

Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Niè Huáisāng

Characters: Niè Huáisāng, Jiāng Yànlí, Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Multiple, canon-typical atittudes to sex workers, Canon-Typical Misogyny, this started out as a 'what if meng yao stayed at cloud recesses?' fic, and spiralled WAY out of control, Chronically Ill Jiāng Yànlí, adhd nie huaisang, this is the light and cheerful shennanigans prequel to the big plot, all of the listed relationships are very early on, eventual 3zun later in the series

Summary:

Jiang Yanli has a hand on Jiang Wanyin's arm now, shaking her head and asking quiet questions that Huaisang can only partly make out. Other disciples are responding, and it must have got out that he wasn’t at practice because Meng Yao is making That Face - a reserved Oh Dear Young Master, This Humble One Is Disappointed Once Again that is covering for a You Little Shit that is only seen behind closed doors - so Huaisang knows he’s going to be in trouble later. The branches aren’t as comfortable as they were a second ago, so he might just slide down and head straight to the lunch hall, where the Lan rules will stall any yelling right up until the point where someone tells Lan Qiren. All bets are off then. Jiang Wanyin might just beat Lan Qiren to it, even if he doesn’t know Huaisang is around to hear him. He looks livid. Huaisang is just getting his hands and feet moving to begin his descent when Jiang Wanyin’s molton gaze sweeps the diplomacy students, razes the pavilions, and then locks on to Huaisang and begins to burn through his skull. Oops.

CHAPTER ONE WILL BE PUBLISHED MON 4TH JULY

FULLY WRITTEN, WILL UPDATE ON MONDAYS AND FRIDAYS

#nie huaisang #jiang yanli #lan xichen #luo qingyang #xiyao #sangcheng #xuanli #the untamed #part 1

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wishthefish · 6 months

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Title: Please don't imagine my Deputy naked

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/3

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Characters: Niè Míngjué, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Niè Huáisāng, Niè Zōnghuī, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Additional Tags: Family Feels, The feelings are disgust, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, POV Niè Míngjué, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo-centric, Tired Niè Míngjué, No Sunshot Campaign (Módào Zǔshī), Prevalent horny Meng Yao thoughts, Sexual Content, Hand & Finger Kink, Endgame Xiyao, Read the story according to the notes and you can avoid the sexual content, So Much Beta we thrive unlike the two doors Nie Mingjue destroys

Summary:

Nie Mingjue gasped, hoping the noise would disturb Huaisang but it did nothing to alert his brother of his presence. He was far too enraptured by the seductive bend of Meng Yao's body. Nie Mingjue so desperately longed to run, as far as his legs could take him, to a land so far from Qinghe that he would never be subjugated to the torment of seeing Huaisang’s drawings again.

Huaisang carefully drew a wet drop of- of- of what Nie Mingjue wanted to assume was weirdly coloured sweat dripping down the curve of his cheeks. Meng Yao peered up from beneath his eyelashes as his body reached outwards in an... embrace. His tongue lolled from his mouth, licking at the thing dripping down his face. It was so obscene that Nie Mingjue couldn't bear to to look at the real Meng Yao.

His baby brother was- His brother was drawing pornography of his Deputy?!

Or the multiple times Nie Mingjue’s acquaintances attempt to coax their crushes on Meng Yao into submission (only to fail spectacularly) and the singular instance in which the crush is mutual.

#wish the fish #the untamed #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #meng yao #nie huaisang #this fish flopped from her fish tank to write this

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ao3feed-xicheng · 5 months

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Our Teacher's Husband!!!

by SlyterinATINY Lan Xichen is an art teacher in Gusu Lan College of Arts and Music. His students love him, and of course there will have one or two (more like 100+ people exact) confessing to him. He turns them down, of course. It's not actually because he doesn't like the student and teacher kinda thing (he roleplays it why would he hate it) but more because he has a husband who he loves to death and would do anything for (and I mean anything he would stab a bitch if his beloved so ask, not like his love would, who am I kidding he would but without even realizing he asked). But no one in his school other than the principle (Lan Qiren, his uncle) and one of the most popular music teachers (Lan Wangji, his brother) knows that he even has a significant other. So what happens when during one of the days he forgets his lunch at home, his husband drops it off for him during class. Chaos is insured, especially when some men think they can thirst over Lan Xichen's man, waist. That is unacceptable (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣(´∀`). (This work is reuploaded because I accidentally deleted the work so if anyone is wondering why they couldn't find it that is why, nothing is wrong I just deleted it when trying to delete another of my works) Words: 4707, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Yànlí, Jīn Zǐxuān, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, Niè Míngjué, Niè Huáisāng, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Yú Zǐyuān, Madam Yu, Jiāng Fēngmián, Jiāng Family (Módào Zǔshī), Lán Jǐngyí, Lán Qǐrén, Gu Xiang (Faraway Wanderers), Jiang Jiwoon (OC Kinda) Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo/Niè Míngjué, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Niè Huáisāng, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo & Niè Míngjué Additional Tags: I need to see jealous and possessive Lan Xichen, Jealous Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Possessive Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Oblivious Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Jiang Cheng being thirsted over, But he is an oblivious cutie, Teacher Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Doctor Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, XiCheng Family via https://ift.tt/dH5uE9p

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #xicheng #jiang cheng #lan xichen #mdzs #cql

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pometogo · 4 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Characters: Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn, Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi, Niè Huáisāng

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Broken Promises, Role Reversal

@songlanweek2023 day 1: promise

song lan finds himself free of xue yang but at what cost, nie huaisang cameo

#song lan #song zichen #xue yang #mdzs fanfiction #forgot there's a tumblr!!

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grumpywaterfalls · 2 years

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Didi vs Didi

Didi vs Didi by madwriter223

Part 3 of smolnie & tolnie - The Nie Brothers and Others series

Mó Dào Zǔ Shī

Length: 1,436 (complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Niè Huáisāng & Niè Míngjué

Author Summary:

Lan Zhan and Hie Huaisang’s first meeting devolves into an argument. Their brothers are never letting them live it down.

#Mó Dào Zǔ Shī #Niè Huáisāng & Niè Míngjué #madwriter223 #mod: 0 to 5k #mod: complete #mod: general audiences #mod: canon #mod: fluff #mod: childhood

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wipbigbang · 6 months

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Story Title: Love in Bloom

Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28317108?view_full_work=true

Summary: Lan Wangji has a quiet but full life, he has his brother and their flower shop, his friends, and his rabbits.

He doesn't feel like anything is missing, until a beautiful man and his adorable son move in next door above Nie Mingjue's tattoo shop.

A story about learning how best to care for someone when you're pining hard enough to fill a forest.

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Niè Míngjué

When I Started: 2020 (oops)

How I Lost My Shit: I had more written and then lost a huge chunk of chapters, so it killed my momentum really badly, especially trying to recreate what I lost.

How I Finished My Shit: Pure wipbigbang motivation

#submission #fandom: mdzs #fandom: the untamed #!2023 #!completed shit

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odetoviscera · 3 months

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Title: as certain obscure things

Chapter: 4 of 18

Fandom: MDZS/The Untamed

Relationships: Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo & Niè Huáisāng, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Niè Míngjué, Niè Huáisāng & Niè Míngjué

Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

The jianghu grapples with the consequences of a sect leader's murder, and the circumstances that led to it.

No one wants another war.

Chapter Excerpt:

The air in Cloud Recesses is crisp and clean, just beginning to sharpen with the approach of autumn, and it is entirely Lan Xichen’s imagination that it smells, faintly, of smoke.

#mdzs fanfiction #ao3fic #untamed fanfiction #XICHEN TIME #WE FINALLY GET THE BOY OFF THE MOUNTAIN #okay technically he's still on the mountain but. not for long.

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roseclaw · 7 months

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New fic! New fic! This was originally for the sangcheng minibang, but life got in the way, and I needed to drop. However, the fic was completely finished. Which. It's a loooooong fic. Enjoy!

Title: Fool's Gold

Chapter 1

Pairings: JC/NHS, JYL/NMJ

Rating: M - for violence

Chapter 1 wc: 11k

Summary:

The Good, the Bad, and the Undead Jiang Wanyin, bounty hunter, is after his last bounty before he settles down, and it's a big one.

#sangcheng #nie huaisang #jiang cheng

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