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[caffeinated-chocolate]

yeah

[yustinamishka]

I was dreaming of a summer sky and the wind blew the other way.

(idk just give them good endings too please. is that too much to ask?)

[supertaliart]

Hyrule Cultivators AU: Vah Dafan

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[strawbebbynya]

all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me

[whitachi]

I'm sorry I read this as "necromantic third wheel" and went on a very rapid powerful imagination adventure. hello lovebirds I'm the skeleton here for breadsticks

[sharpestrose]

[neo--queen--serenity]

Everyone talks about how embarrassing the wangxian confession was in the Guanyin temple, but I would argue that Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen's messy, public divorce should be competing for the title of "most awkward for hapless bystanders."

Because sure, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were being shamelessly cuddly, but Jin Guangyao—the man who was revealing his supervillain masterplot bit by bit throughout this altercation—spent a portion of that time on his knees in front of Lan Xichen with a tearful, "it's not true baby let me explain," routine—during which you can physically see Lan Xichen yo-yo in real-time between fully buying into jiggy's excuses, then snapping himself out of it with a colorful spectrum of emotions that are definitely in contrast with the Lan family precepts.

What's worse, not only are Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen essentially two of the biggest celebrities of the cultivation world, but most of the cultivators present actively work for Jin Guangyao. That is their boss ugly crying on the floor trying not to fumble the man they are actively holding as their prisoner.

wangxian's PDA crimes pale in comparison to whatever the fuck xiyao was putting them through.

[frankensteinsaway-blog]

ChengNing having some steamy romance time at the infamous ballpit in dashcon requested by my one of my patreons for their ChengNing fanfic!

Do no repost, this piece belongs to the commissioner only 🙏

[sh2ode]

every chengning fic at one point

[goldencorecrunches]

It was weird, to think of the Ghost General using his chains as anything but weapons– weird to think of chains in a way that wasn’t violent, to imprison or to splinter bone. The iron points were dug into the earth, tethering the length of chain above as it lowered Wen Ning carefully to the ground, shimei’s kite clasped to his chest so it wouldn’t fly off again and get stuck in another tree. “Thank you Wen-ge!” She said, bouncing. The ribbons on the kite were sadly tangled as she took it back, holding it in her arms like– well, like what would be a very angry baby, Jiang Cheng knew from experience. Wen Ning smiled down at her, small and careful, the way he did when he wasn’t sure if what he’d just done was the right thing.

(Jiang Cheng never had to worry about that. Whatever he did was sure to be the wrong.)

Entirely because he didn’t have the energy to get dragged into children’s games, and not because he didn’t want people to see him, Jiang Cheng waited until the girl had darted away and Wen Ning had faded back into the underbrush, the chains wrapping themselves about him like…they kind of reminded Jiang Cheng of crossing his arms around his torso for warmth, actually.  Something in Jiang Cheng’s chest squeezed. He cleared his throat. Damned Spring colds and their congestion. “You’ve been here for a while,” he said, striding forward so he wouldn’t step back. A stick under his boots snapped: crack, crunch. Wen Ning didn’t jump, but the chains did, rising slightly from his shoulders and glowing. They quieted down when Wen Ning saw it was just Jiang Cheng. “Zongzhu,” he said, politely. Jiang Cheng ground his teeth together. “I can, can go if you want?” No, Jiang Cheng thought, with surprising vehemence. He cleared his throat again, tried to cover his reaction by squaring his shoulders. There: he was close enough to stare Wen Ning down. It was one of the things he was good at, glowering.

“…or I can not go?” Wen Ning was trying, it was clear, but the undercurrent of anxiety that Jiang Cheng was used to when dealing with the other man was faint, if there at all. Instead he seemed bemused. Like Jiang Cheng was being the strange one here. (He probably was. It was humiliating. Jiang Cheng took the emotion in both hands mentally and ripped it to shreds.) “I just meant that you must have more important things to do,” he said, catching himself before he listed to the right, took himself out of his sturdy posture. Spine straight, feet planted. Don’t lock your knees. “We’re fine here. You can go off and fight demons, or whatever it is you use to fill time.” “Mostly I just walk,” Wen Ning said. There was that smile again, but it was wider; just a touch. “I like your home very much, Jiang-zongzhu. It’s pretty.” It was godsdamned beautiful, was what it was, and yet still could never live up to the Lotus Pier in Jiang Cheng’s memories. The flowers were vibrant but always too small. The river was too cold. The boards were in their second decade but looked as fresh as the day they’d been fitted, spelled and resined against wear. They didn’t remember.

Well, they’d done a job and a half of rebuilding, at least, and his people had roofs and fishponds.

He jerked his chin at the tree the kite had been in, meaning to say something about his disciples being a handful, and hissed as a line of pain lanced up his neck. The older he got the more it felt like he couldn’t sit for half an hour without putting something out of alignment.  Prying his hand away from Sandu–when had he grabbed her?–he rubbed at the base of his neck. Fuck. He did not have time for this, afternoon exercises were going to hurt like a motherfucker– “How long has that been hurting?” Jiang Cheng looked up (ow) to find Wen Ning very, very close to him, and bit hard on his tongue to keep from shrieking. If a fox ever tried to go up against Wen Ning for silence in hunting, he’d find himself skinned for mittens before he even realized they’d begun. “I’m not hurt.” Wen Ning made a noise that, in a strange falling moment of vertigo, sounded so much like his sister that Jiang Cheng almost wondered if he was asleep. He was not, he confirmed, as his thumb found a particularly stiff knot and that stripe of pain struck again. This time he could feel it in his teeth. Shit fucking fucker. Cold fingers touched beside his hand, at the top of his collar. This time Jiang Cheng really did shriek, though he tried to turn it into dignified indignation. It came out sounding mostly like a waterboarded finch. “What!” “You don’t have any ice. I’m very cold.” “I can feel that!” But oh, it did feel nice, numbness leeching from Wen Ning’s skin to the firey pinch of his muscle. Slowly Jiang Cheng let his own arm drop. They were nose-to-nose, now; nose-to-throat, with how Jiang Cheng’s head was bowed. Odd: Wen Ning didn’t have a smell. He didn’t sweat, Jiang Cheng supposed. He did not whimper when Wen Ning took his hand away. 

“You should use heat if it’s the second day.” Now he was back to sounding apologetic. Jiang Cheng considered hitting him. He considered snapping another stick, for the noise. “Um. But I’m sure the Yunmeng doctors will know more than I will. Sorry. I’ll.…” there was a rustle, a mumbled, “Jiang-zongzhu,” and then the space around Jiang Cheng was empty once again. He didn’t like it. He– Shit. Fuck. Jiang Cheng did not have time for this–!

[goldencorecrunches]

“That,” Jiang Cheng said, “is not funny.” “It’s a little bit funny,” Wen Ning insisted, but he lifted his face out of the water so his legs would sink underneath him, his black robes billowing up around him like enormous bat wings. Jiang Cheng had stripped most of his clothing off, before getting into the water– had draped them over a convenient tree branch, taking special care not to get twigs in the embroidery at the hem of his dachang– but Wen Ning had simply stepped off the road and continued walking, not breaking stride until the waves closed over his head. He was a strange person. It was, weirdly, refreshing.

Despite the fact that the Ghost General was now a semi-frequent attachment to various sect gatherings and to his nephew’s group of friends, Jiang Cheng had not until this trip spent a great deal of time one-on-one with him. He’d come to the realization last night, stoking the fire, that it was the most time he’d spent in Wen Ning’s intimate presence since Wen Ning had carried his unconscious body out of the Wen Supervisory Office. It was an unpleasant thought; it sat on his skin, oily and smelling vaguely of blood, all the way through to the next morning.

“Do you do this often?” He asked now, painfully aware of his own awkwardness. Hard to miss the equivalent of a ten-inch thorn in your foot. “Walk into large bodies of water and, what, wait for fishermen to row up so you can scare them?” “No,” Wen Ning said. He was treading water, and doing a poor job of it; too much flailing about. Automatically Jiang Cheng grabbed onto his hands and held him still, offering support while he convinced his body that it wouldn’t sink. Wen Ning tilted his head and looked at him with wide eyes, mouth parting. Jiang Cheng flushed. Wen Ning’s hands were– fucking freezing, but the water was decently warm this late in summer, so it wasn’t too much of a problem. (He’d known Wei Wuxian was playing him, when he’d burst into Jiang Cheng’s office at Lotus Pier, trailing that husband of his like a loose shoe, and gone on and on about the yaoguai problem two towns over that Wen Ning was going to inspect. 

“I’d just feel better if you went with him, since we can’t and Sizhui is spending the summer back home,” he’d said, pouting in that way that was so big and fake it made Jiang Cheng want to punch it off him. 

So the Cloud Recesses was “home” now, was it? Whatever. Jiang Cheng didn’t want his nuisance around while he was trying to host dignitaries and keep the shidis from killing each other, either. He’d probably blow the whole place up.)

“….No,” Wen Ning repeated, snapping Jiang Cheng’s attention away from a pile of very painful emotions he didn’t feel like examining, now or hopefully ever. “But you wanted to go, to go swimming. So.”

“What?” Something slimy brushed across Jiang Cheng’s leg; seaweed, likely. He stifled the instinct to jump and shriek. 

Wen Ning just ducked his head. He was getting the hang of keeping himself afloat, kind of. Jiang Cheng let go of his hands and tipped himself back so he was looking at the sky, sweeping his arms out to either side of him for balance, and direction. The water crept in around him, swallowing up his ears and with them all sound.  Jiang Cheng had always liked that. It was…nice. Calm. 

Maybe he had wanted this. A very small, localized wave disturbed his peace, getting up his nose and splashing stinging salt water into his eyes. Spluttering, Jiang Cheng thrashed upright, shaking his head; his wet hair tangled over his face. Lifting it out of the way with one hand, he glared through his streaming eyes until he found Wen Ning and glared at him, specifically. He was much lower than when Jiang Cheng had left him. “Jiang-zongzhu,” he said, mournfully; coughed, and spat out water. “ I think I’m sinking again.” “That’s what happens when you wear all your fucking clothes to go swimming,” Jiang Cheng snapped. He sighed. “Look, just– grab my hand–don’t break it, yeah, like that–”

[spockandawe]

There, there it is, that’s the opening for the chengning agenda. The perfect post-canon comedy of errors, with intense, confusing Emotions to resolve, loads of potential for the juniors to cause Chaos, while the adults in the room scramble to protect them, and lots of fretting over Jin Ling, and very easy to rope in Wei Wuxian (and by extension, Lan Wangji) so that everyone’s emotions get double extra complicated. I’m not a reliable longfic writer, someone write me the exact romcom spectacular that I’m picturing in my head right now

Lan Sizhui said, “He’s probably hidden somewhere down the mountain, waiting for us to find him the next time we go night-hunting.” After some thought, he continued in a worried tone, “But when we parted, still Jiang-zongzhu seemed quite angry. I hope we didn’t make things difficult for him.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Ah? Jiang Cheng? How did you run into him while night-hunting?”

“We invited Jin-gongzi to join our night-hunt last time, so…”

Wei Wuxian immediately understood.

It was easy to guess that while Lan Sizhui had led the group on the night-hunt, Wen Ning naturally wouldn’t have been idle. He must have followed in the dark to protect them, so that he could help when they encounter danger. Jiang Cheng must have been sneaking behind Jin Ling as well, scared that something would happen to him again. And so the two had run into each other under dangerous circumstances. When Wei Wuxian asked, this was exactly what had happened. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

[gusu-emilu]

I’ve talked with @eldritch-elrics and @qi-ling about Sangchengning several times (thank you for your thoughts) and I think the ship has a lot of potential.

It starts with the parallels. They are each a youngest brother left behind. They each value family yet are left alone for different reasons, “othered” by the world. They each care too much, love too hard, know grief too intimately. They are also some of the few people left who know who Wei Wuxian really is.

They each know anger deeply and feel it deeply, but express it in different ways ranging from NHS’s cold, quiet manipulation to JC’s heated outbursts to WN’s bottled-up resentment. They have each seen the consequences of how their anger has affected the world, with varying degrees of responsibility. They each have complicated relationships with betrayal and consent, sometimes as perpetrators, sometimes as victims (elaborating on this mess would really need its own post). All of these could be possible connecting points between them–opportunities for healing, for making sense of the past, for figuring out where to go from here.

I do think it would be a bit difficult for the ship to actually work out. Personally I think JC’s inferiority complex might get in the way of poly-ness (although I am 100% here for JC getting extra love), there’s the question of who reaches out first when tie-lines feel so frigid and distant and maybe aren’t even visible, and JC and WN have a lot of issues obstructing an amicable relationship between them…but still.

NHS is the link, the starting point. I think he would be looking for someone to connect with post-canon, somewhere he can let down his mask. JC and WN would probably like apologies for their nephews being put in danger and would be suspicious of him, but would also sympathize with him. From there, NHS could make a very good mediator between JC and WN, who are more similar to each other than they realize.

Bonus points for added backstories to deepen the narrative–it’s fair game for any of them to have been childhood friends/lovers during the Cloud Recesses study arc, and NHS and JC could have had some history during the timeskip. If we’re getting creative, WN could also enter the picture during the timeskip (i.e. NHS helps him escape from Jinlintai and keeps him somewhere safe, visits him often and forms a friendship toeing the line of romantic, one day JC discovers him–I cannot express how badly I need fanfic of this concept).

Plus their personalities are just fun to put together! There’s a lot of potential for humor and fluff, too. They can each bring out different types of expressiveness in the other: WN and NHS can bring out the softness in JC, JC can bring out a more vocal side of NHS and WN, NHS can bring out the troll in WN, and JC and WN would both definitely indulge NHS on his whimsy. They each are impulsive in some ways and steady in others. They’d complement each other well.

It would take work for Sangchengning to happen, but the intentionality of forming something new and whole out of broken pieces is all part of the charm :)

[alathriel]

This is my contribution to #MDZS Big Bang 2021!

I made an illustration for "Voltage" - ChengNing soulmates story by @graniteaire

I had a wonderfull time working on it!

You should absolutely check out their work, it's amazing!

And here's the story! <3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[vvienne]

CHENGNING FIC RECS

like clean earth and linen by fluffysocks

Wei Wuxian sighs dramatically. “I leave you two alone for one little life or death situation and suddenly you’re in charge of him, Wen Ning?”

“He is,” Jiang Cheng confirms, because he’s still tired and achy and Wen Ning is patting him and his cool form feels very good against Jiang Cheng’s front.

it may be that it doesn’t matter by Wildehack (tyleet)

“Are you crying?” Jiang Wanyin asks him, and Wen Ning frowns. Pats his cheek with one hand.

“No.”

sometimes I forget by nocturnarum

Lan Wangji has come down with a life-threatening fever. The only hope for a cure lies in the remains of Wen Ning’s former home on Dafan Mountain.

Wen Ning and Jiang Cheng make the journey to find the cure. Their animosity results in a very strained partnership, which only becomes more complicated when Jiang Cheng develops the fever too.

But along the way, they address the scars that haunt them and find something new in each other.

No one can hurt us like those that love us by morau

I don’t want to live like this, he doesn’t say. Doesn’t even try to form the words.

It would break his sister’s heart.

And it would break Wei Wuxian’s - strip the raw relief and pride and joy from Wei-gongzi’s face and replace it with shame and guilt.

Wen Ning could never do that to the man he loves.

seven nights to turn by nocturnarum

Jiang Cheng counts the passage of time by nights, not days. He’s spending the next seven in a cabin on the fringe of the Cloud Recesses.

On the first night, he hears humming.

Whatever It Is by morau

It starts, as with a lot of things, with a very poorly thought out prank, courtesy of Wei Wuxian.

broken teacups by Anonymous

Leading a sect is stressful work, and there’s only one person who can take Jiang Cheng out of his head long enough to forget about his problems for a little while. Unfortunately, that person is Wen Ning.

‘cause i’m gonna be it tonight by katherine1753

Nie Huaisang’s eyes narrowed as he stared directly into Jiang Cheng’s eyes, his gaze all too knowing. Wen Ning really needed to escape before it was his turn.   “You want to be told you’re good,” Nie Huaisang continued. “You want to be good. You like being tied up. You’d be a pillow princess when the mood strikes. You want- no, need someone else to take charge and help you let go.” “Whatever,” Jiang Cheng mumbled, glaring down at the table.

…

“Come on, Wen Ning, I already did everyone else. Yours are fun,” Nie Huaisang winked at him. Wen Ning felt his cheeks coloring and his hands twitched under the table. So much for escaping. “You have patience. You’re meticulous. You’d take someone absolutely to pieces before even thinking about yourself.”

Nie Huaisang plays matchmaker by making his friends take a quiz. Wen Ning and Jiang Cheng find out that their results are highly compatible.

[demonicfarmer69]

my works for the jiang cheng mini bang hosted on twitter! check out the fic written by bamboolouis to know more about the piece!! (๑^∇^๑) 

fic link | bamboolouise’s twitter | mini bang twitter

[greenlanternlotus]

I desperately need more Wen Ning/Jiang Cheng content. Please. They are driving me to want to write again and nobody wants that! 😂

[yustinamishka]

Little kofi present for @/daboomberry

[wenyuans]

well if cql wasn’t meant to be multishipped then why did every actor choose to portray all the relationships as ‘messy divorceé animosity’