#dark!lanwangji

[catmaid-san]

Is it just me or but I thought "Dark Lan Wangji" means: Hanguang-Jun quits being a goody two shoes! --- and shouldn't be a Scumbag Lan Wangji??

Dark LWJ is, I thought, and have been reading on the Chinese side of MDZS fandom, as someone who: "Fuck off everyone! I will challenge even Gods if you dare to harm my Wei Ying!" --- Yes, ala Hua Cheng.

Because CanonLWJ is really, really that gooooodest boy alive. The one who even when he is at the angriest, the only scolding he could say was: "Jiang Wanyin! Put virtue in your mouth!"

LMAO! That was the angriest moment!! The most insulting words he could say, canonically.

So DarkLWJ I thought is someone who will scold anyone bloody, bring up the mistakes of 8 generations backward that person has committed, and insult them to death.

DarkLWJ will also be extremely possessive but will not be a Scumbag.

So, how can the tags of DarkLWJ in ao3 right now has become Scumbag Lan Wangji?

[yazzienomore]

Translation?

I started writing this MDZS fic a while ago and I got some positive opinions from polish readers so I'm wondering if you also would like to read it.

The Polish version 👇

Dźwięk Dzwonków O Północy

"Kopce Pogrzebowe już od trzynastu lat są odgradzane od reszty świata kultywacyjnego przez gęstą puszczę, z czasem poto...

Summary:

For thirteen years The Burial Mounds had been fenced off the cultivation world by a large forest, which with time got themselves called "The Yilling Backwoods". The Yilling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian, has vanished without a trace, and the last sign of his existance was a tiny bell, gifted to his nephew by Hanguang-Jun. But not everything vanishes after it enters The Yilling Backwoods. Sometimes, a curious person comes back, spreading unbelievable fairytales about wonders they expirienced. In their chaotic babble, recurs the wisper of moving trees, talking birds and a feeling, like you're allways being watched...

So? Interested? There are six chapters so far, with seventh in the way. Text me if you want to see the English version!

[funkyshoes]

Wedding

The lock clicked. Wei Ying shot up on the bed. His hands clenched at the blanket as the door opened. It had to be Lan Wangji. No one else had visited since the day the fists had flown and there’d been a body on the floor and Lan Wangji’s voice, so cold, saying “Leave him.” No, don’t think about that. Never think about that.

The figure in the doorway dripped blood, so much blood, clotting and dripping. Wei Ying choked back a scream. But no, that wasn’t blood, or was it? No, not blood, cloth, red cloth, the color of blood, but not blood. Red. Red with silver embroidery. Lan Wangji was wearing red. Why was Lan Wangji wearing red?

Courtship Rite

[funkyshoes]

Lan Wangji’s gaze never wavered. Huaisang sat still, frozen like a mouse before a snake. He didn’t seem to even hear Wei Ying. Meng Yao retreated to the kitchen to text Huaisang. Get out. Now.

When Meng Yao returned to the table, Huaisang was making a hasty retreat. Lan Wangji held Wei Ying’s arm in such a vise-like grip that Meng Yao knew it’d leave bruises. As if unconcerned with the pain, Wei Ying called out to Huaisang, “It was great to see you, bestie. I hope we can do this again soon.”

Courtship Rite

[funkyshoes]

Unsure how to transition from Wei Ying’s words, Meng Yao held the box forward. The plain wood wasn’t carved but was well put together. “I brought you a gift.”

Wei Ying glanced up at that, his face a mask of terror. His gaze quickly dropped back to the floor. “I’m not sure my Wangji would want me accepting gifts from other people.”

Courtship Rite

[funkyshoes]

When he’d been a small child, Lan Wangji had found an injured rabbit. Mother had arranged for a veterinarian to come and heal the rabbit, but they’d had to release it back into the wild once it was better. Mother had told him that rabbits want to be free. In some ways, Wei Ying was wild like the rabbit. Did Wei Ying want to be free? No, that did not make sense. Wei Ying had never been injured. Wei Ying was trusting and, like the rabbit, could not defend himself. Lan Wangji remembered when Wei Ying had worked in the coffee shop. He’d always been too friendly with the customers. He had no idea that people could hurt him, but Lan Wangji had brought Wei Ying home where he would be safe.

Courtship Rite

[funkyshoes]

Huaisang came around behind Meng Yao’s chair to whisper in his ear. “Wei Ying tried to tell me he’s a prisoner.” He sounded delighted. “I laughed and asked him to tell me more about his and Wangji’s kinky sex, but he kept harping on about being imprisoned against his will. Not too bright, is he? I told him all newlyweds feel as if they’d given up their freedom and that’s why I’ll never marry, but he still didn’t realize I was trying to shut him down.”

Courtship Rite

[funkyshoes]

It was actually quite short. Written in Wei Ying’s hand, it said little more than he was happy living in the Lan residence. Lan Wangji took his time looking it over before glancing up. “Why?”

Meng Yao definitely didn’t wince. He had better control of his expressions than that. Well, he thought, I’m certainly not trying to brainwash him into accepting being kidnapped and forced into a gunshot wedding.

Courtship Rite