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Unstitched Wounds by YilingMatriarchGlitch (bri607)
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Audio Drama)
06 Feb 2026
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And it is him. Wei Ying.
The boy who died thirteen years ago.
The boy Lan Wangji treasured more than his own life, his own dreams, and yearned to see one more time— if only for a second. To tell him he was never ready for Wei Ying to leave him.
That Lan Wangji would never have become a Defender if it meant he could stay by Wei Ying’s side forever.
The boy who jumped off a roof and the boy who Lan Wangji mourns to this day with every breath he takes.
In a world infested with creatures known as Nosferatu, Defenders of the Light rose from talented Cultivators with strong golden cores to fight against the monsters lurking in the dark, feasting on human blood. Lan Wangji, the Peerless Second Jade of Gusu Lan, was a powerful and revered Defender, until a familiar face from his childhood has emerged from dark--no longer human and no longer the Wei Ying he once knew. Together, on opposite sides and monsters of different breeds, they must work together to solve disappearances of Nosferatu, strange deaths amongst cultivators, and a plot meant to rip the Cultivation clans apart.
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The Sentinels blocked Jeongguk’s sight as they searched for a mark. “He has got one, Majesty! Left wrist! It’s a dark brown!” Jeongguk felt his heart stop as the Sentinals moved, one still holding the wrist of the Dracki, revealing a symbol across his skin.
Jeongguk felt all the blood drain from his features as his eyes locked on to a pair of sterling silver orbs, glowing like the light of the moon, and the same color as the mark on his wrist. The Dracki had fair skin, lips full and plush, a dusted pink with raven black hair, full cheeks, a lean body, muscled and full. He was on the smaller side, reaching a unassuming height of 5’7 at the most.
Jeongguk felt his body want to lunge forward, to go to this man whose own eyes widened, mouth falling open as his mark on his wrist glowed silver, matching his eyes, while Jeongguk felt his own sting beneath the bracelet.
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Inhaling sharply, Yoongi tried to think of a plan. There was a large, probable wolf on his porch, that was injured, and more than likely dying if he didn’t do something.
Oh, there was also his partial blindness, the storm, and the fact it is in the middle of the night in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.
Excellent.
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Spark: A person with the unique ability to use the full capacity of their brain power and with it, gaining a unique ability.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” JImin screamed, slamming his hand down on the counter. And like that, he felt all the building energy within his body surge through his tingly, boiling blood and spread out through his fingers in purple sparks as the register combusted, the nearby bulbs shattering and the Inventory control RF tags to sound the alarm.
(Ok listen, I honestly suck at summaries. This summary is cringe worthy. Please give it a try.)
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Jeon Jeongguk is a mystery on campus. As a Freshman in college, he is always late, never hangs out with anyone, and keeps to himself. He doesn't bother anyone, and is nervous most of the time.
Min Yoongi is a third year and is a Music Production major, but somehow ends getting placed in a Hip Hop 101 class with his best friend, Jung Hoseok, and getting to meet the Mystery Freshman, Jeon Jeongguk. Intrigued, he soon learns that Jeongguk is more than meets the eye.
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“I’m sorry, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk exhaled shakily. “Yeah. I’m sorry too.”
The trickling silence returned, peskier then before, more playful and more dangerous. Jimin swallowed, trying to unlodge the rock that was stuck within his throat as he raked his fingers through his hair and glared down towards the water.
He wanted another cigarette. Anything to silence the screaming in his head.
“Is this all we are ever going to be?” Jeongguk breathed, head tilting back towards the sky so that the moonlight brushed over his features, painting him in it’s glow. Jimin cocked his head. “A incomplete sentence. A half-written story? Finished, but without an ending.”
A heartbeat.
A shuddering breath.
A crystal tear slid down Jeongguk’s cheek as he turned to look at Jimin’s stunned face. He offered a heartbroken smile.
“Please… at least tell me if I meant something. You owe me at least that much.”Jimin smiled back. A little sad. A little too lost. But it was there. Like Peter Pan had found his Neverland. “You meant everything, Gukkie.”