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love grew quietly (in the hidden corners of my self) by loosecannonjinx
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
08 Apr 2026
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Among cultivators, very few were betas, and even fewer were talented ones. In the Jiang clan, only one person fit that description: the head disciple, Wei Wuxian.
For years, he had waited for the day he would present as an alpha and earn the respect that came with it, but that day never came. Still, he excelled in nearly every discipline, carving out a name for himself as one of the most notorious beta cultivators of his generation, for better or for worse.
Only one person could consistently keep up with him: the still-unpresented Second Young Master of the Lan clan. Wei Wuxian took great delight in teasing him until he pushed a little too far and forced Lan Wangji's long-awaited presentation as an alpha.
But in their world, alphas were meant for omegas.
And so, Wei Ying never allowed himself to hope for anything from the other boy beyond their fragile, hard-won friendship.
Even as the body he had always known began to change in ways he could neither understand—nor ignore.
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Or, beta Wei Wuxian annoys Lan Wangji into having his first rut and doesn't deal with the consequences until years later when he realizes he might not be a beta after all.
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15 Apr 2026
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In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
25 Nov 2022
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“Well—maybe you’ll get lucky, and Lan Wangji won’t like you at all. Then he might send you home and keep up his part of the deal anyway!”
Nie Huaisang meant it as a joke, but Wei Ying sees potential.
After all: if there’s one thing he’s learned in the months since the engagement, it’s that he is utterly unsuitable for a place like the Cloud Recesses.
All he has to do is act like it.
(...After a century of war, the great sects are looking to make peace by the most common means: marriage. When Wei Wuxian is promised to the Lan Clan, it is thought to be a grave insult.
Things do not turn out the way anyone expects.)
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18 Oct 2022
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“…You’re so smart, Lan Zhan,” he murmurs, sliding his hands over his husbands where they sit against his ribs, leaning back against him. “Learning how to love me so fast. And there you were, saying you were bad at it.”
Lan Zhan’s face is hot against his neck.
“You made it very easy.”
For once, Wei Ying doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry—because he knows he was trying to make it as difficult as possible.
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Life Imitates Art or Was It the Other Way Around by loosecannonjinx
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
23 Jan 2022
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During the lockdown, Wei Ying makes a Sims 2 playthrough on his YouTube channel where his Simself gets impregnated by an alien oblivious to the fact his roommate and crush; Lan Zhan is an alien who dreams of impregnating him.
And he does.
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31 Mar 2026
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Having a coke with you by huxiyi
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
27 Jan 2021
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"I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world" - Frank O'Hara
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30 Mar 2026
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At sunset on one of their hikes, Wei Wuxian takes a drag from his can of beer and draws Lan Wangji in for a kiss so astonishingly passionate that he ends up backing Lan Wangji against a nearby tree; not that Lan Wangji is complaining.
Instead, Lan Wangji complains about the taste. “Beer,” he says, shooting his husband a pointed look that, on any one else’s face, would signify scrunching one’s nose up in disgust.
“Mm,” Wei Wuxian says, as though agreeing, although he isn’t sorry at all. “Do you remember the poem I read at our wedding?”
Lan Wangji blinks. “Of course.”
“Do you remember…” Wei Wuxian tilts his head back in a satisfied sigh before leaning in to plant more kisses on both of Lan Wangji’s cheeks, reciting, “And what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to––”
“––to stand near the tree when the sun sank,” Lan Wangji finishes solemnly. A smile tugs at his lips, and he reaches up to cup his husband’s hand, to make sure Wei Wuxian sees. And then –– yes, to show off –– he continues: “or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully / as the horse / it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience / which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it.”
"Wow, you’ve been holding out on me, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian grins, eyes wide in delight exactly the way Lan Wangji wants him, and now all Lan Wangji wants is to kiss him again, which he does. “I can’t believe you know it that well,” Wei Wuxian murmurs.
"Remember everything about Wei Ying.”
“Ugh, rude! I’ll let that one slide because I, too, am in the middle of being romantic,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. “Now, where was I?”
“Wei Ying was saying that seeing his husband’s face in the golden evening light inspires him to recite poetry.”
Wei Wuxian’s jaw drops, his pretty mouth falling open; Lan Wangji decides to place his hand over Wei Wuxian’s that holds the beer can and guide it up to those petal lips. Still stunned, Wei Wuxian allows more beer to be tipped into his mouth; swallows, his cheeks flush. Then he blinks and pokes Lan Wangji in the chest, scowling. “I hate you.”
“Mn.”
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A folk spirit roams the forests of Changchun, and Lan Wangji forgets his husband.
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30 Mar 2026
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Once, late at night, fingers smoothing through Wei Wuxian’s hair and legs all tangled up together, Lan Zhan had told him in a quiet voice that the thirteen years he’d spent in mourning robes hadn't been all bad. They’d been so young when they’d met. Neither of them knew anything at all. Lan Zhan had wrapped an arm tight around Wei Wuxian’s waist and said, It had never occurred to me, before, that someone like you could exist. You had never occurred to me. And in those thirteen years, it had been important, to have had to learn how to survive in a world without Wei Wuxian, doing things that living people did: eating, sleeping, walking, speaking, breathing, tending to gaping and bleeding wounds. Things that other people did without thinking, but which suddenly became so excruciatingly difficult for Lan Zhan, whose every moment felt devoid of any kind of meaning or purpose.
Understanding, for the first time, what it meant to do a thing so simple as opening one’s eyes in the morning after a fitful sleep and think, Today is another day, and to survive that day, and the next, and the next, and the next. Some days, Lan Zhan’d just lie there on his stomach, unable to move a muscle without searing pain cracking across his back, and he’d make his mind empty, like meditation but also not –– and that would be how he lived the day. No matter what he did with his mind, there were some places he could never go, like outside his body.
At first it felt like being trapped, but as Lan Zhan healed, as he learned to stand up without help again, as he learned to wield his sword in ways that wouldn’t hurt his shoulders, he realised that his body was never just going to give up on him. No matter what he did, his body wanted to live, it wanted to keep eating, keep sleeping, keep walking, keep speaking, keep breathing. It wanted to stop his bleeding and turn the gaping, screaming wounds into dull scar tissue.
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In Yi City, Wei Wuxian had asked Lan Zhan if he’d burned paper money for him, and Lan Zhan had never given him a straight answer. Once, after they were married, Wei Wuxian had whined about it. Hanguang-jun mistreats his wife, Hanguang-jun is a miser, Hanguang-jun does not wish to buy his wife another round of wine because he is cruel and unyielding, Hanguang-jun would not even send money to this wife if he were to die again –– but the hurt on Lan Zhan’s face had shut him up. And –– well, it’s not like Wei Wuxian would’ve appreciated the paper money, anyway. He really had just been teasing. If he’d ever actually heard Lan Zhan play Inquiry, he wouldn’t have answered, either. When Wei Wuxian had died, Lan Zhan had lived. He had gone where the chaos was, brought light and hope to the poor and downtrodden, saved lives and taught others how to lead a life of justice. That was enough. That was all Wei Wuxian ever wanted. Not money. Not fame. Just a home in the body of someone who saw him for who he was, always.
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During one of Lan Wangji’s visits to the gentian house his mother had taught him to count petals and leaves and seeds. Starting with gentians –– five, his mother would whisper, tracing the strokes of the character onto his shoulder before resuming braiding his hair. Can you count to five, A-Zhan? He’d hesitated. At the time, he’d been so terrified of saying the wrong thing, of saying something that would make his mother back away and ask him not to visit so often anymore. He’d been unsure how to answer, and his mother had hummed with laughter and changed the subject.His mother had taught him to count. His mother had taught him to look at flowers. His mother had never made him do anything he didn’t want to do, except for when he had to wait for her to come and open the door.
Years after Lan Wangji’s mother died, Wei Ying had drawn a portrait of him with a flower in his hair. He had folded the portrait and tucked it into a book, and he did not need to look at it again to remember that Wei Ying had given it eight petals. Eight being luck; 八 being made of a pie and a na, two strokes that begin on the same path before straying apart. Wei Ying’s drawing of him had been from the side, his face rendered in energetic, confident strokes.
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Wei Wuxian wants to see it on Lan Zhan’s face, see the smile and the slight blush that has undoubtedly spread across Lan Zhan’s earlobes, but he’s so comfortable here, held in Lan Zhan’s arms, their bodies fitting together like a box and its lid. So he doesn’t move, and stays pressed to Lan Zhan’s chest.Lan Zhan says, “Sleep,” and Wei Wuxian nods. And he listens to Lan Zhan’s heartbeat, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, a wave pulling back only to crash upon the shore. The slow, steady, sureness of it; this unwavering thing that had carried his husband all through the years, all the way to Wei Wuxian.