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fill me up (and let it overflow) by aureations
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
30 Oct 2018
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Wuxian wants to keep Wangji company while he works
“Enough looking at your work, Lan Zhan,” he says, pulling Wangji down with him. “Look at me instead.”
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18 Mar 2025
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chenqing by livsn
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, The Founder of Diabolism
25 Oct 2018
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Chenqing.
The feared demonic flute that had played tunes that led corpses to war, but also the flute that had put Sizhui to bed at night when he was a toddler.
Wuxian looks down at it, and then back at Jingyi. “Mm. What about it?”
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17 Mar 2025
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Inktober Day 22: Hug by birb_writes
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
22 Oct 2018
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5 times Wei Wuxian hugged someone, and 1 time someone hugged him.
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14 Mar 2025
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tran·si·to·ry, adj.
to be fleeting, not permanent.It was never meant to last. Wei Wuxian knows that his little fairytale had an expiration date (how could he forget, with all the talk behind his back?) and so, he chooses to walk away. Lan Wangji should really get on with his life.
But for all his purported genius, Wei Wuxian can really be quite a moron. Lan Wangji makes it abundantly clear that his husband is completely and absolutely wrong on this account.
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10 Mar 2025
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Kiss Me Here, Again, Again by pastelaliens
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Mo Dao Zu Shi
12 Oct 2018
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Back then, when he’d been shaken from sleep during his reflective punishment and told, ‘The Yiling Patriarch is dead!’ To be suddenly awake and alive in a world that no longer held Wei Wuxian— no pain had ever come close or ever will. Even screaming his throat raw, even plucking the strings of his guqin down to the bone, even holding a brand too close to the fire before burning its design into his own skin— nothing, nothing, nothing to the fracturing of his heart.
And more than just loss, it had been regret.
“Back then, back then,” Wei Wuxian echoes in a sigh, the sound of it cutting through the memory. “Be here with me instead, Lan Zhan.” It isn’t dismissive but instead kindly coaxing, a guiding path to the present they now share. Here is Wei Wuxian, bright eyes and curling corners of a smile and heart open wide. Here is Lan Wangji, gathering it all to him, holding it as close as he always wished he could with a selfishness learned in loneliness. Here are the both of them, falling to the bed in a knot of limbs that only gets more tangled when someone tries to pull them apart. Here are the both of them, laid bare both in body and in love. Each can see everything of the other now, not a shadow in sight.
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07 Mar 2025