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least-carpet · 3 months

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just read all your 'wen ning gets a life' snippets and it's giving me fierce (and horny) chengning brainworms! do you have some opinions about how their very recreational sex life will work out? does it need zombie viagra or can wen ning power his dick with resentment?

I'm so happy to hear this! The more chengning shippers, the merrier!

In this story, at least, I think Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning are pretty sexually compatible and after sex-chickening their way into their first couple of hookups, they get into a circuit of positive reinforcement which slowly drives their attachment to each other.

That said, the hookups are going to be nonstandard at first, even apart from the fierce corpse, because for the first chunk of the fic, Wen Ning's dick doesn't work and he can't come!

The premise of the fic is that he gets prescribed dual cultivation (by Alive Wen Qing) to try to bring him back to life, Wei Wuxian volunteers his and Lan Wangji's services, and the sex is really bad BUT eventually kind of works as theorized; so, the closer to life Wen Ning gets, the more his dick works. But his dick doesn't have to work for his encounters with Jiang Cheng to help Wen Ning learn what Wen Ning actually likes and dislikes sexually, because he doesn't need to get hard to dominate Jiang Cheng. (It's a fun bonus later! But it's not required.)

He's also under medical orders not to come once that's a possibility, based on my shitty research of Taoist sex practices; as far as I can tell, uh, semen is tied to energy, and you want to create that energy but retain it for strengthening purposes. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get to come, because they want to pass that energy to Wen Ning; and Jiang Cheng gets to come (at Wen Ning's discretion) because those hookups are recreational. But not Wen Ning. His life (and unlife and life again) is very hard.

Anyway, in practice, this fic is turning out to be about how to fuck in a way that helps you learn about what you want in reality (in Wen Ning's case, to make Jiang Cheng cry a little for sex reasons and come over all cute and desperate) versus what you thought you wanted. (Maybe if you've lived a life totally out of control, you don't want to be told what to do during sex! Maybe you want to be perceived as powerful and capable and sexy and not Wen Qing's sweet baby brother who is eighteen forever! Maybe you want someone to look at you and beg you for something for once!! Maybe!!)

I should probably stop ranting about Wen Ning's journey to self-actualization via Bad Idea Sex and finish this fic, huh.

(One last thing: I actually think Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian would be pretty sexually compatible if Lan Wangji wasn't there destroying the vibe AND Wei Wuxian could update his understanding of Wen Ning a little. Perhaps not as much as Wangxian, since I don't think Wen Ning is a sadist, just a dom and a service top. But too bad, Wei Wuxian! Jiang Cheng is going to scoop him up!)

#anon asks #asks #jiang cheng #wen ning #wei wuxian #lan wangji #ningcheng #chengning #wangxian #ningxian #my fanfic #least-carpet thoughts

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cynanan · 4 months

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im gonna bite u :3

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #ningxian #wei wuxian #wen ning #my art #god its been ages since ive posted art #but i gotta keep the spirit of ningxian covered in blood alive

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krekerdomente · 5 months

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Winged Wen Ning to that post with Winged Wei Wuxian

+ Ningxian Bonus

#art #modao #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #wei ying #wen ning #ningxian #Au #yiling laozu #yiling patriarch

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difeisheng · 1 year

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Having a corpse laid out on your dining table has got to be against the laws of (most) human decency, food safety, and Wei Ying's landlord, but his apartment is too cramped to put the body of a six foot tall man anywhere else so the table it is. Unless he wants to try necromancy in his bed (too creepy), on the sofa (please don't), or the floor (Wen Ning doesn't deserve that). The table is good, actually. Close enough to the kitchen that cleaning supplies are nearby, and the raised surface means when Wei Ying bends down to work he won't worsen his probably already fucked up back from sitting in chairs like a pretzel.

Hmm. Speaking of pretzels. Wei Ying grabs another handful from the bag resting by Wen Ning's waist and crams them into his mouth. "Are you gonna be happy to eat again, Wen Ning?" he says through his food. "I feel bad every time I come back from grocery shopping, you probably miss your snacks."

There's a jumbo-sized children's drawing board propped up on a chair in the corner, one that uses a stylus and little magnetic particles. The stylus moves from its holder and begins to scrawl across the board seemingly on its own, forming shaky words.

Am I going to be able to eat?

They'd tried a variety of methods to get Wen Ning to communicate, back when Wei Ying moved in last year and found he wasn't the apartment's only occupant. Typing or writing with pencil and paper required too much finesse for a ghost. Whiteboards were out since markers rarely were unreliable, and chalkboards activated both Wen Ning and Wei Ying's sensory issues. The drawing board from Toys R Us has been the best solution. Wen Ning has other ways of getting Wei Ying's attention, if he has to, but those usually tire him out faster.

"If food doesn't work out for you when you wake up, I'll make sure it does," Wei Ying promises. His first priority is making Wen Ning's body capable of sustaining consciousness, speech, and motor coordination. The necromancy method Wei Ying has chosen bypasses the need for functions like breathing or having a heartbeat, though having those traits will probably help Wen Ning adjust. There's a whole list of improvements Wei Ying has, somewhere in his notebook pile.

He is entirely making this up as he goes, though, so who knows. Maybe when Wen Ning's spirit is set back in his own body he'll be completely good to go in every capacity. Wen Ning's corpse was in fairly good condition when Wei Ying brought him to his apartment, despite the fact he'd accidentally chosen a very rainy and muddy night to go rob someone's grave (with their knowledge and consent!) and he'd cracked Wen Ning's wrist off the doorframe trying to clumsily haul him in at three in the morning.

Okay, Wen Ning writes. On top of the bookshelf, the haphazardly placed radio clicks on, jumping through stations and songs to string together the words ~~thank~you~again~~ before shutting off.

The first time Wen Ning hijacked Wei Ying's music like that, he nearly scared him to death. Now that they have a better talking system he doesn't do it so often, only when he wants to place emphasis on his words.

"Aiyah, it's really not a problem for me," Wei Ying waves it away. Thank-yous have always made him feel weird. "Okay, bringing you back to life is a problem, but that just means I get to work out how to do it! Besides, you can't stay tethered to this apartment forever. I've had to rid haunted houses of some very nasty old resentful spirits when they were stuck there too long. But you're the nicest, most well-behaved ghost I've ever seen," he proclaims, giving Wen Ning's head a little pat. "And soon you won't have to be one anymore."

The decomposition and other damage on Wen Ning was minimal. It's only taken about a month of talisman application to reverse, and today, finally, his body is back to the state it was just after his death. There's just the hole left to deal with.

Wei Ying rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, yanks his hair away from his face with the frayed hairtie on his wrist. "Okay, it's time for me to sew you up," he tells Wen Ning. "I've had to suture wounds before, but it's been a while. I'll try my best!"

I'm sure you'll be fine. The shy reassurance from Wen Ning, when it's his own corpse Wei Ying is working on, makes him smile.

Wen Ning has been covered with a sheet up to his neck, while his body was restored. The clothes he'd been buried in were grimy and reeked of mold and earth, and Wei Ying needed to assess the quality of the body, so he'd had to strip and clean Wen Ning before throwing the bedsheets over him. Now Wei Ying carefully folds the fabric back to expose Wen Ning's torso, stopping just above his hips. The yellow talismans laid on his trunk and limbs have worked their spells well. If not for his unmoving chest and the pale pallor to his skin, Wen Ning could almost be sleeping.

Well, except for the gaping wound ripped through his abdomen. Wei Ying hasn't directly asked Wen Ning how that fatal injury was caused, as it's quite rude to do so, but based on the information Wen Ning has offered he's pieced together enough of the story. Family gang warfare and a surprise attack meant to send a message. The man had committed no crime other than being born with the wrong surname, and paid for it in this same apartment Wei Ying now resides in. There's a reason why the hallway carpet is obviously newer than the rest of the place.

At least Wei Ying now has a shot at changing Wen Ning's fate. "Here we go," he mutters, preparing needle and thread.

Suturing Wen Ning up requires a decent amount of Wei Ying's concentration. Though since he literally has to brace his forearms on Wen Ning's side and stare in the general direction of his abs, it's impossible not to notice how muscular and toned Wen Ning is. Really, it's unfair. His face is delicately beautiful, even in death with eyes closed, but Wei Ying had been in for another surprise when he'd divested Wen Ning's corpse of his burial shirt.

As an unavoidable part of the cleaning process, Wei Ying has also seen... other parts of Wen Ning. Which also look very nice. But he needs to focus and goddamn, not the time. Instead he thinks about who could have killed Wen Ning, and how brutally, for someone as sweet and built like him to have been stabbed and bled out like a pig. It makes Wei Ying shudder.

The old wound, at least, isn't too difficult to patch back together. Wei Ying doesn't tear anything, and the stitches end up relatively even. Wen Ning stays silent to let him work, although he does turn the radio on to something quiet in the background. Neither of them like long bouts of silence, they've found. It's easier to have something to fill in the empty space.

Once he's tied the thread and snipped off the extra, Wei Ying grabs a calligraphy brush and a mason jar from the fridge (the one that has a 'BLOOD NOT JUICE!!!' label taped to the lid) and scribbles out one last talisman to place on Wen Ning's torso. Dead bodies can't really mend themselves, so the talisman will heal him the rest of the way.

"You'll have a scar," Wei Ying informs Wen Ning, "but I can promise that your guts won't fall out now or anything."

Finding all the right characters and modifications to use for the talismans had been the most time-consuming part of Wei Ying's job. Fortunately, having a day job eradicating tough spirits and monsters gives him enough status to poke around rare and forbidden book collections, and Wei Ying's been inventing his own spells for years. The blood is outsourced from the Nie clan. They've returned to their butcher origins as a front for their cultivation, now that the Jianghu of old is a fantasy to the modern era, and animal blood works just as well as human for talismans. Some people are just dramatic.

The Nie are also among the least likely to ask questions, including whether or not Wei Ying is using demonic cultivation. That's a bonus.

"Now we wait, just a little longer," Wei Ying says. He gets up and stretches, feels his spine crack in about four different places. Ugh. Maybe he can make some healing talismans for himself. "It'll take about two days or so for your body to fix yourself up, and then we'll be at the big day." There's nothing else left to do, so he starts cleaning up the mess around the table. Wei Ying has always been a whirlwind when he works.

A dull wooden knock rings out from the table by Wei Ying's hand, as he's reaching for the pretzel bag. He looks up and watches Wen Ning erase the drawing board, followed by a new question.

Why are you doing this for me?

Wei Ying swallows. "Aha." He grabs the pretzels along with the blood, brushes, and extra talisman paper, and makes an escape into the kitchen.

He tries not to think about the reasoning behind his project, when it's easy to sink into the plans and details of it instead and ignore everything else. The answers that present themselves are never pleasant ones; at Wen Ning's words, the first voice to immediately enter Wei Ying's head is harsh and exasperated. You're using him just to see if you're smart enough to bring him back, Jiang Cheng snaps. What if you hurt him? What if it goes wrong and he becomes dangerous? Who's there to protect you?

Not you, Wei Ying thinks. Not anymore.

Another face takes Jiang Cheng's place. Are you lonely, A-Xian? Jiang Yanli murmurs. Is that why you're doing this, because you think neither Wen Ning or you have anyone?

Maybe.

I don't. I don't even have you, and that's on me, Wei Ying says to her. The voice in his head morphs into Yu Ziyuan, ever critical, ever biting.

Disappointment, Wei Ying.

He's staring into space in the middle of his kitchen. Wei Ying shakes his head out and dumps the things he's holding into the counter. I can do this, he tells himself firmly. And I'm not a disappointment. I won't be one to Wen Ning, at least.

There's another tap, this time on the cupboard near Wei Ying's head. Wen Ning won't give up on an answer, it seems.

"I already told you why," Wei Ying sighs. "I like you, and it's painful for spirits stuck haunting until they turn resentful. I don't want you to go through that. And it's a waste of eternity for you to be a ghost stuck in an apartment." He shoves the blood back into the fridge door, where there are about six other identical jars. "I mean, the ghosts in the old manors and castles get a killer aesthetic and local legends told about them. What's good about being forced to watch me eat ramen from the pot in the middle of the night, or binge Lord of the Rings for the hundredth time?"

The drawing board is in the other room. Wen Ning fiddles with the radio. ~~You're~here.~That's~a~good~thing~~, he says simply, in six people's voices.

"Soon you'll be here too, and that's better," Wei Ying says quickly. Wen Ning is so honest sometimes, in a way that makes Wei Ying want to hide.

~~I~hope~so~~.

"It is! I can't wait for you to be around.", Wei Ying winces internally at his tone. Jiang Yanli was always able to call him out on his emotional bullshit when he used it with her. "Maybe we can watch Lord of the Rings together? I'll make caramel popcorn."

~~That~sounds~nice~~. Wei Ying smiles, a little too widely.

Yeah, okay. He's lonely.

Hello there! So this was part of a WIP I started last year but, predictably, did not see through. I was going through some of my fic drafts and decided I'd release it here, as I liked the concept a lot but sincerely doubt I'll have the mind to pick it up again. Thanks for reading if you got to the end.

#HI MDZS MUTUALS IF YOU'RE STILL OUT THERE!!! IM NOT DEAD!!!!#fuck. i miss churning out ningxian ideas this was a fun one #mdzs #cql #wei wuxian #wen ning #ningxian #fic #ashton writes fic #ashton's writing #ashton originals

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crispinthereindeer · 28 days

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#wen ning #ningxian #ghost general #wen qionglin #mdzs

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lewiscarrolatemybrain · 1 year

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Really my fave WangNingXian dynamic is Lan Wangji looking at Wen Ning and going “He is literally a part of Wei Ying, a physical manifestation of his soul, as essential and inextricable as his shadow. They share a bond totally unlike the bond I myself share with Wei Ying. They are so completely intertwined, if I am to love everything that is Wei Ying, I must love Wen Ning as well.” And Wen Ning looking at Lan Wangji and going “He is literally a part of Wei Wuxian, a physical manifestation of his heart, as essential and inextricable as the breath in his lungs. They share a bond totally unlike the bond I myself share with Wei Wuxian. They are so completely intertwined, if I am to love everything that is We Wuxian, I must love Lan Wangji as well.”

And then they both fucking commit to that.

#Wangningxian #Wangxian #Ningxian #Wangning #I will love you through him #I will love you as him and for him #I will love you for what you mean to him and what you represent for him #slowly becoming I love you for you and as you #for what you mean and what you represent to ME #and I love that we can love him together

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vahntares · 6 months

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//One more 🧵 for @kabybaali! Because she deserves all the #NingXian in the world!! 🥹🎂🩷 #AllXian

Wen Ning confides to his best friend, Wei Ying, that he has found the courage to confess his love to the boy he likes.

Wei Ying doesn't know why his heart suddenly hurts.

When Wen Ning says that he will finally confess, Wei Ying stops breathing.

"You like someone..." He doesn't know if it's a question or a statement, he only knows that every word stings his tongue and his heart.

Wen Ning likes someone, a boy, apparently. Wen Ning is attracted to someone..... Wen Ning, his best friend who has been with him through all the good and bad times of his life.

/His/ Wen Ning.

Wei Ying swallows hard. He tries to smile.

"I see."

Wen Ning stirs pitifully in his seat, wanting to say more, but Wei Ying is quicker to blurt out what's on his mind, unfiltered.

"He must be a great guy! You must introduce him to me so that I can explain to him that you deserve nothing less than a decent man who knows how to love you and who knows your likes. You can't give your heart to just anyone, I'll go with Wen Qing to plan his death if he tries to hurt you or makes you cry. Does he know that you like colorful sweets? Does he know that you don't like crowded places? You are the most wonderful person in the world, your smile makes my days worthwhile! I won't accept that you likes an idiot!"

Wen Ning took Wei Ying's hand, physical contact was the best way to calm him down. His eyes softened and he smiled.

"The guy I like knows all that."

Wei Ying's brief moment of calm ended when his best friend said, "How can you be so sure?!"

"B-because it's... You"

"All the more reason to kill him—!what did you say?"

"I-I like... You."

"..."

Wei Ying pursed his lips in many ways, his brain had been damaged, that was for sure. It took him a few more seconds before he reacted and rushed to hug his best friend, the person he also liked.

"I won't make you cry, I will never hurt you, I know the things you like and the things you don't like."

Wen Ning smiled, "You approve of the boy I like?"

"No. Even I'm not that good for you... But I will try all my life."

They both stayed in their world, away from the people who had witnessed the whole spectacle.

In the distance, Wen Qing squeezed his coffee, "It's finally happened.... Now I can really have a proper conversation with Wei WuXian..."

-End 🩷-

#mdzs #mdzs au #wei wuxian #wei ying #the untamed #modern au #wen ning #ningxian #Xianning #allxian

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