Songxuexiao Love Week

Fanworks celebration of all things Songxuexiao from mdzs/cql. Running from June 6 to 14 for 2026!

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It's here! Songxuexiao Love Week will be running from June 6–14, back again for a whole week plus a bonus weekend. Prompts will be posted on April 4. Get ready! Here we go!!

Songxuexiao Love Week 2026 on AO3

Schedule

April 4 — Prompts announced

June 6 — Collection opens

June 6–14 — Songxuexiao Love Week

Check out the prompts here!

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Another wonderful year of Songxuexiao love!

It's Sunday night, and Songxuexiao Love Week is coming to a close. Thank you so much to everyone who participated this year! If you haven't checked out our bsky or the AO3 collection, be sure to take a look—there's more there that didn't make it to tumblr.

Though Love Week is over, Songxuexiao love is always in our hearts. The Love Week 2026 AO3 collection will remain open until next year—plenty of time to get in any stray pieces you didn't finish this week, or to make use of if you come across the prompts later and want to create something. And, of course, you can always tag us on social media to share.

It remains an honour and a privilege to host creative events for our community. All of you are what makes Songxuexiao fandom so great. Keep loving, keep creating, and keep winning, and we'll see you all next year for Love Week 2027.

[iodhadh]

Gorgeous art commissioned from @tuherrus for my Songxuexiao fic i want a scar that looks just like you. This piece will be featured in chapter three, so you can consider it a sort of teaser for now. Thank you so much, Ellu! You were an absolute treat to work with.

[iodhadh]

i want a scar that looks just like you

Fandom: The Untamed Pairing: Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang Rating: Explicit Words: In progress!

Xue Yang has been living peacefully (more or less) in the coffin house for two years when he wakes up one morning and discovers his body changing. Demonic transformation is a bloody, brutal process. Xiao Xingchen believes at first that it's a curse, but that doesn't quite add up. The ramifications of Xue Yang's new form will reach far further than either of them can imagine—and the Yi City Song Lan arrives on, one year later, will be stranger, more seductive, and a wholly new kind of painful.

Read it here.

This is another story that has been haunting me for several years. I had intended to have it written by summer 2023, but events transpired and that never actually happened. Well, I've got the first chapter out, and I'm really pleased to be able to finally present it to you. Despite the fact that Song Lan doesn't show up until chapter three, this is a Songxuexiao fic, and was written for the prompt "monsters" for @sxx-love-week.

The illustration which accompanies it (which can be seen here and which will be featured in chapter three) was commissioned from @tuherrus, who was utterly amazing to work with. Thanks for drawing my boys even though you're not in this fandom, Ellu!

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On the morning when it all begins, Xue Yang wakes to the smell of blood.

He doesn’t think anything of it to begin with. It’s not unusual for Xingchen to cry in his sleep; he never remembers his nightmares, but when he wakes from them it’s always with the evidence of their passing streaked across his cheeks and blindfold. He had been ashamed of it once: back when Xue Yang first took him to bed he had tried to hide it, worried that his nameless friend would find it off-putting. He’d had no way to know—no reason at all to suspect—the gleeful, possessive delight it evoked in Xue Yang, or the way the gore had stirred his arousal.

Those first nights, that first winter, had been nearly two years ago now, and they have both long since adjusted. Xingchen rarely even bothers to wear the blindfold to bed anymore, allowing Xue Yang to thumb over his hollow, sunken eyelids and the delicate stitches that hold them closed with a softly helpless pleasure. The mornings when Xue Yang wakes to bloody tears on Xingchen’s cheeks are his favourites. If Xingchen is worked up enough, he’ll even let him clean them off with his tongue.

But today, when Xue Yang curls into Xingchen’s arms and opens his eyes, there isn’t any blood to be seen.

For a moment he can’t quite parse what he’s looking at. Dumbly he blinks at Xingchen, as though opening his eyes for a second time will make the tears appear on his cheeks; but Xingchen’s eyelids remain stubbornly clean. There’s nothing at all on his face. He’s sleeping peacefully, his inner robe in alluring disarray and his hair fanned out across the pillow, with no sign of a nightmare marring his perfect features. Xue Yang almost wonders if the scent of blood was just the remnant of a dream he dragged with him to the waking world, but the smell is still thick on the air. Where is it coming from?

He turns to push himself upright, and unexpectedly a spike of pain shoots through his right hand. He sits up quickly and once again finds himself reduced for a moment to blinking: there’s blood all over his fingers, staining his skin and smeared across the blankets.

It’s at its worst on his middle finger: the whole digit is red, and there’s a crust of oozing scabs building up around the nail bed. He examines it from every angle, turning his hand over, and over again. What could he have done to himself in his sleep to make it bleed this much? He doesn’t remember it hurting at all the night before. Absently he sticks his finger into his mouth to clean it off—and something shifts against his tongue, abrupt and disquieting. He snatches his hand back out of his mouth, and spits out a fingernail into his palm.

“What the fuck,” he says, staring down at it.

He checks over the rest of the nails on that hand, and then the other. None of them are bleeding yet, but there’s a tender, swollen redness to them that suggests they could start anytime. Nausea is welling up in his gorge. Ruthlessly he wrestles it back down, and looks again at his middle finger. In the soft, strangely naked spot where his nail used to be, he finds the slightest hint of a bony protrusion growing in its place; when he presses experimentally down on it, another spike of pain ricochets up his hand. Gently he feels around his fingertip, working his way down to the first knuckle. The structure of the bone, he realizes uneasily, is different than it ought to be—and Xue Yang is someone who has good fucking reason to know the shape of his hands.

A hysterical little giggle escapes his throat. “This is fucked up,” he says.

Read the rest on AO3!

[lightbluedevil]

Day 9 for @sxx-love-week Lesbiansss. I think this fits for the prompt fated.

Love week over again, I like having excuses to draw these three so many times. Also it’s really cool to see my own improvement compared to last year, sometimes I fear that I’ve reached my full potential, but then I get to see hard work paid of and —ehem Xue Yang eyes up here.

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Good morning, Yi City! Your final prompts are "fated," "revelation," monsters, public sex/exhibitionism, and fake soulmates. Remember to tag us in your social media promos! Let's finish this off with a bang.

[lightbluedevil]

Day 8. @sxx-love-week for no specific prompt but cats!!

My friend showed me a power point about Warrior Cats and I wanted to try my skills in drawing cats, I usually don't draw animals but I'm pretty happy with these.

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Hello Yi City! Your prompts for today are "underline," "lily," body mods, boot kink/shoe kink, and canon-atypical violence.

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Enchanter @sxx-love-week

Versions and reference below.

Sketch, line art, final with no filters.

Reference:

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Sick day @sxx-love-week

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A bit late but I got a cute idea for Xue Yang cooking and Xiao Xingchen fretting :) Zichen just has a little cold!

The quick and odd sketch I did to trace over lol

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Good morning, Yi City! Your prompts today are "succulent," "vicious," songfic/inspired by a song, power imbalance, and Wikipedia:Deleted articles with freaky titles.

The freaky titles in question may be found here.

[lahayawrites]

My entry for @sxx-love-week (& the prompts 'treasure' and 'river', albeit a bit late). I think the title speaks for itself, but the Coffin Town is a pirate ship in the late 18th Century South China Sea. I looked at historical maps and illustrations for this one, so do it check it out😆

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86535981

[creechurrr]

Sweethearts @sxx-love-week

Xue Yang- Black Lily

Song Lan- Plum Blossom

Xiao Xingchen- White Chrysanthemum

[lightbluedevil]

Day 6 for @sxx-love-week Taskmaster

So I have only ever seen one episode of Taskmaster, but my sister has yapped about it so much that I know a lot of very weird details about the show. She sent me these memes for me to redraw.

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Hello, Yi City! Your prompts for today are "decline," "passion," curses, body writing, and Taskmaster AU.

[lightbluedevil]

Day 5 for @sxx-love-week Kind of daemon AU, only with birds.

Below explanation for why I chose these specific birds for them

For Xue Yang: Ravens (common raven) are intelligent birds that are good at puzzle solving. They can remember human faces and hold grudges, but also gratitude. Ravens in many mythologies have believed to bring bad luck and ill omens.

For Xiao Xingchen: Cranes (red-crowned crane) move gracefully and fluidly. They can form long-termed pair bonds that last the lifetime. It is said that the death of a Taoist priest is “turning into a feathered crane”. The crane carries the spirit of the departed to the heaven.

For Song Lan: Owls (great grey owl) are solitary and nocturnal birds and they have the ability to fly almost silently. In some folklores owls are believed to symbolise the reincarnation of souls who died due to injustice. They are at the same time associated with death and mystery, but also thought of as a protective deity.

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Good morning, Yi City! Your prompts for today are "sweetheart," "river," daemon AU, noncon/dubcon/consent play, and invertebrates.