SUIBIAN999
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Сп'яніння. by SUIBIAN999
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
18 Aug 2025
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Лань Вандзі дощової ночі вимушений шукати притулку в борделі.
Він нарешті виходить з-за столу та підходить до господині борделю.
- Мені потрібна кімната. — каже Лань Вандзі.
- Якщо дозволите запитати, якому типу жінок ви надаєте перевагу…
- Ніяких жінок. — дуже чемно відповідає Лань Вандзі.
Тож, коли Лань Вандзі дійшов до своєї кімнати в кінці коридору та відчинив двері, він більше очікував відпочинку, усамітнення на ніч.
Він точно не очікував компанії, а тим більше чоловіка, одягненого в червоний шовк, який чатував на нього.
- Я ж казав, що жінкам заборонено.
- Я тобі схожий на жінку? — сміється він, розтуляючи свої заплямовані рум’янами губи, оголюючи блискучі білі зуби. Він схиляє голову набік, і його довге волосся спадає хвилею. - Сяньшене.
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I just been fantasizing (size) by Marzennya
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
04 Jun 2025
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Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes and peeled away, the water sluicing off his shoulders as he reached for his sodden robes. “If you get to be comfortable—” The outer layer came free with a wet slap, followed by the inner one, until—
His fingers froze.
The air between them thickened, charged with something he couldn’t name. His gaze snagged— past the familiar slope of Lan Zhan’s shoulders, the pale expanse of his back, the water lapping at his—
Oh.
Lan Zhan wasn’t just shirtless.
Lan Zhan was naked.
Completely naked.
And—
Why was it so—?!
Or
Wei Wuxian discovers a series of very important things about himself in the spam of forty-two hours or less.
Series
- Part 4 of The Great Google Docs Cleansing
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when your need is greatest by Bookkbaby
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
30 Oct 2025
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When the Wen Sect attacks Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji is forced to summon a creature that the clans sealed away long ago; the Yiling Laozu, a huli jing bound inside the Stygian Fox Amulet.
But is the Yiling Laozu truly the monster others claim he is? And once the war is over, will Lan Wangji be able to bear sealing him back inside the Amulet?
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Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
08 Feb 2023
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Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.”
“Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?”
Lan Wangji stares at him.
“Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief.
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During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?
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kiss it better by azuresummer
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
20 Sep 2021
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“Oh! Lan Zhan! What a surprise to see you here.”
Wei Ying slipped his backpack from his shoulders and slid into the seat across from him with a smile, leaning forward and resting his cheek on his palm in what he knew to be a cute gesture. Most alphas became wide-eyed and stupid when he did things like this.
But Lan Zhan looked at him with serene intensity, like a pool of undisturbed water. Like the vastness of space.
“Wei Ying.”
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Modern au where omega Wei Ying attends Gusu Lan Academy. Alpha Lan Zhan lends him one of his school jackets.
(Cleaned up from a threadfic on Twitter)
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Spanish translation available here:
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Trebuchet by vesna (mrsronweasley)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
17 Jan 2022
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There is a strange air of mystery around Mo Xuanyu, and no wonder: nobody knows where Mo Xuanyu comes from. All they know is that he is purportedly a chess genius, a rival to rival all rivals, but Lan Zhan knows there has only ever been one man who could truly rival him. Not even a man—a boy. Lan Zhan himself had been a boy at the time, barely seventeen. Wei Ying had been a bright spark, a flash of light in the dark. Their rivalry was the talk of the chess world. They would sit across from one another at tournaments, Wei Ying's cocky grin insufferable under the bright lights of the ballroom, his voice mocking: "What, Lan-er-gege, can't think of a countermove?"
It's against the rules to talk. That had never stopped Wei Ying.
Trebuchet: whoever has the move, loses