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cut through the clouds, break the ceiling by tardigradeschool
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
20 Dec 2020
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Wei Ying scratches his nose thoughtfully. “I said, of course you are all my best friends and I love you, but Lan Zhan is my best best friend, you see? It’s different. He is my uberfriend. My soulmate!”
Lan Wangji takes a deep breath and lets it out. It should be embarrassing, maybe, that this is enough to stoke a little warm fire inside his chest. This is enough; being Wei Ying’s uberfriend, whatever that means, is enough to sustain him. As long as he is Wei Ying’s something.
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let this soul be your whisper by merthurlin
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
21 Dec 2020
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“I think…” Xie Lian says slowly, not taking his eyes off the bag. “I think I knew this person. Who this soul used to be.”
He can hear Hua Cheng suck in a breath. “Gege, maybe it’s better if you don’t—“
But Xie Lian ignores him, and reaches out with one trembling hand to touch the bag. A second passes, and then another, and Xie Lian almost lets out a breath in relief, before he feels something in the bag reaching back.
“A-Ying?”
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Once upon a time, Xie Lian took in an orphan, and gave him a home and a family. Twenty years and a godhood later, he finds he still has more in him to give.
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31 Jul 2026
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Really beautiful and beautifully written crossover; doesn't disrupt either canon significally.
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as if you were a mythical thing by daltoneering
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
22 Dec 2020
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lan wangji wants to ask him so many things. but he is still processing the fact that wei wuxian knows what he is. he knows what he is, and he's a clockmaker.
before he can stop himself, he's unbuckling the timepiece from around his wrist and setting it down on the counter in front of wei wuxian.
"it's broken."
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vaguely steampunk au in which lwj is a time traveller who has got stuck in 19th century london, where his only way out might be with the help of the eccentric clockmaker who flirts aggressively at him every time he enters his shop
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When his father said that someone ought to get rid of Nie Mingjue, that he was in their way, that he would never stop, Jin Guangyao’s first thought was about the Song of Clarity that Lan Xichen was teaching him – and the Song of Turmoil, that he’d taught himself. He’d long ago noticed the similarities in the tune between them; it wasn’t enough to fool anyone skilled in music, of course, but Nie Mingjue rather infamously wasn’t.
His second thought was: let’s wait and see.
(And then Nie Huaisang got involved...)
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How You Would Let Me Have You by longleggedgit
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
26 Dec 2020
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Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are finally wed after years of betrothal arranged by their clans. When Wei Wuxian moves to the Cloud Recesses to begin his new life as Lan Wangji's husband, however, he is dismayed to learn that their marriage is nothing more than a formality and the Lan Principles forbid non-procreative sex. In trying to help his husband adjust to their new life together, Lan Wangji finds his devotion to his own moral code slowly unraveling.
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“It is not permitted,” he repeated. As a test, he cautiously added, “Wei Ying.”
“Hmm.” Wei Wuxian—Wei Ying—looked momentarily caught between irritation and satisfaction, but soon brightened, clearly giving in to the latter. “Alright.” He continued smiling even as he began to shrug out of his robes.
“What are you doing?” Lan Wangji’s voice had taken on a much higher pitch than usual, and he had to stop himself from rushing forward to physically apprehend his husband.
Wei Ying looked equally startled, frozen with just one arm out of the sleeve. “Lan Zhan,” he repeated, slowly, as if speaking to a child. “It’s our wedding night.”