MDZS Fic | Valentine's Day
Characters: Jin Rulan "Jin Ling", Lan Sizhui "Lan Yuan", Wei Wuxian "Wei Ying", Lan Wangji "Lan Zhan"
Fandom: MXTX, MDZS (Mo Dao Zu Shi)
Ao3 link: valentine's day - GiftedDepresso - 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Word Count: 1,105
CW:// NA !! Summary:
Feeling uneasy from the silence, Jin Ling slowly started retracting his arms. “I know it’s small,” he said hastily. “I-I didn’t think that you would mind. It… it comes from the heart,” he stumbled, refusing to look up at the white robed cultivator. “Something that wasn’t just riches…” he trailed off. He shifted nervously on his feet. This was a bad idea, and if it ever got out, everyone would laugh at the Jin Sect Leader for being a coward.
or…what's it like to spend Valentine's with someone your love? Jin Ling x Lan Yuan fic !
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First Valentine
“Here!” Jin Ling said, sticking out his arms with a package in hand. Blush crept up his ears as he stared at the floor nervously. Lan Sizhui–the recipient of said package–turned slowly to the golden-clad Jin Sect Leader. A small gift, a little box neatly wrapped in red paper and tied with a golden bow, was outstretched in Jin Ling's hands. Gold and Red. The colors of prosperity, life, fortune, and… love.
An amused smile danced at the corners of Sizhui’s lips.
Feeling uneasy from the silence, Jin Ling slowly started retracting his arms. “I know it’s small,” he said hastily. “I-I didn’t think that you would mind. It... it comes from the heart,” he stumbled, refusing to look up at the white robed cultivator. “Something that wasn’t just riches…” he trailed off. He shifted nervously on his feet. This was a bad idea, and if it ever got out, everyone would laugh at the Jin Sect Leader for being a coward.
“You know what, forget it. Forget I even-” he mumbled, turning to leave with his tail between his legs. Before he could get very far, however, a calloused hand caught his wrist. The hand pulled him forward and straight into the embrace of the young Lan. Startled, the gift slipped through his fingers and onto the floor. Sizhui didn’t seem to mind. Soft grey-yellow eyes peered down at the younger man with a matching smile. A strong arm wrapped around the Jin heir’s waist, pulling him closer. “I love it, A-Ling. Happy Valentine’s Day, my Valentine.” With that, the older man connected his lips to the teasingly named ‘Young Mistress’.
Golden Valentine
“Sizhui- what are you…?” Jin Ling trailed off as the pair came to a halt. Earlier in the day, Sizhui had taken him on a dreamy date to some fancy restaurant in downtown Gusu and the local arcade. It was their anniversary, after all–they’d started dating on Valentine’s Day three years ago–and it was a well-needed break. After dinner, Sizhui claimed he had a place to show him, but it had to be a mystery. So, Jin Ling entrusted his sight to the Lan.
Gentle hands moved away from his eyes, and Jin Ling’s breath was immediately taken away.
There, on the floor, was a heart made out of roses. The entire room looked like Yue Lao had caused an explosion, with all the candles, hearts, and decorations scattered about, and then left.
Jin Ling turned to Sizhui. “I-” he couldn’t help but blink. In the lighting of the room, Sizhui looked even more ethereal and handsome. Like an angel who truly descended from heaven. The young Lan prodigy was dressed in a white suit – because, for whatever reason, the Lan family really adored white colors – and it brought out the dark hair that framed his face.
He was definitely Jin Ling’s dream.
Jin Ling shook himself out of his daze. Smiling gently–that stupid smile of his–Sizhui took him by the hand firmly and led him to the center of the decorated room, right into the heart. Jin Ling could feel the blush that had developed on his face spread, and his heart rate sped up to match his current dilemma.
“A-Ling,” Sizhui said after a moment, reaching out to link both of their hands. Jin Ling swallowed nervously, looking at his boyfriend attentively.
“It’s been three years. Three years that I don’t regret one bit of. From the first time I saw you until now, I'm glad you chose me. You were always there when I needed you, even in your silly way.” Sizhui chuckled. “Every happy or tough moment we shared, I will always share with you.” Sizhui smiled, glowing. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, because you are so special, and I love you so, so much. So,” Sizhui paused, reaching to his back pocket to pull out a little, square box, wrapped in velvet.
Jin Ling stopped breathing.
Tears–cursed tears, he was Jin Sect’s leader for heaven’s sake–welled in his eyes.
The older man knelt on one knee, holding the box in his hand. “Jin Rulan, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
Now, if anyone else asked about this story later, Jin Ling would claim that he accepted the proposal with grace and elegance. However…in reality, Jin Ling was speechless, sobbing his eyes out, and he could feel the heat on his face burn brighter than the damned sun.
Jin Ling extended his hand, nodding quickly. Of course, he’d marry his dream boyfriend. What kind of idiot would he have to be not to? Sizhui gladly took his hand, slipping the sparkly ring. Visibly, it seemed like a weight had been lifted from the Lan’s shoulders.
Sizhui chuckled gently.
“Don’t cry, A-Ling,” he said, brushing tears off the Jin’s cheeks. “Thank you…and, I love you,” he whispered, connecting his lips to the younger man.
Jin Ling couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Sizhui’s shoulders. They were going to be married.
He couldn’t wait.
Of course, all good things had an end. While he was occupied, Jin Ling didn’t notice the few troublemakers creeping into the room, admiring the cute sight before them.
A loud, dramatic crying ruined the tender moment.
“Look at that, Wangji, our beautiful son is getting married,” cried a certain Demonic Cultivator, dramatically throwing himself into his husband's arms. “He’s grown so mature,” Wei Wuxian gasped, flicking away a fake tear. “How will I ever cope?”
From the other side of the room, Jingyi flipped the light on with a laugh. “Look at that, our Young Mistress is getting swept off her feet, finally!” He teased.
The newly engaged couple stared at the peanut gallery, their cheeks visibly pink.
His uncle, the Jiang Sect Leader, Jiang Cheng, stepped up to Jin Ling’s side, giving an approving squeeze on his shoulder, before moving on to pry his brother off his brother-in-law. Lan XiChen trailed in after his lover offered a thumbs-up and a bright, happy smile towards Sizhui, before moving to stand by his younger brother.
Wei Wuxian scrambled to his feet and waltzed over to the pair. The Demonic Cultivator offered a mischievous shit-eating grin. “So, when, and how are you gonna plan this wedding?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Jin Ling narrowed his eyes at his estranged uncle, feeling a familiar coil of annoyance flash through him. There was no doubt that the coming months would be long…and Wei Wuxian is never going to leave them alone again.











