Untamed fic recs: Yiling Laozu
One of my favorite tropes in this fandom is Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian. There are different takes on this trope and I love them all a normal amount.
Favourites are marked with *
the shadow of a name in skin by iliacquer
Wei Wuxian doesn’t let the Wen Remnants hand themselves over after Jin Zixuan’s death. Instead he makes one last sacrifice to ensure they survive. Months later, a Lan cultivator kneels at the edge of the Burial Mounds, ready to offer himself to the feared Yiling Patriarch.
Or: Sacrifice is an old magic, but love is even older.
Words: 9000/ amnesia
*the necromancer's fairytale by iliacquer
The Prince of Gusu is kidnapped for ransom. He’s saved by a nightmare made flesh.
Or: A necromancer, his palace of bones, his long-lost husband, and the rise of their dark kingdom.
Worlds: 17.000/ Excellent read!
*tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer
The Yiling Patriarch makes a bargain with the cultivation world. He'll give them the power to defeat Wen Ruohan. No more death. No more war.
All he wants in return is Lan Wangji.
Words: 5600/ can you tell I adore iliacqers writing?
*love, in fire and blood by cicer (WIP 27/30 posted)
"You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"
He gave another knife-edged smile.
"But what will you give me in return?"
"We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."
The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan."
Words: 288.000/ pining and emotion, lots of it
hold me fast, fear me not by cicer
The Yiling Patriarch hummed. "You would like some of my plants?" he asked.
A rhetorical question, of course. Lan Wangji gave him a small nod.
"I would," he said.
"I see!" The Patriarch's thumb brushed against the edge of Lan Wangji's jaw. His fingers curved around the back of Lan Wangji's neck. "But surely you are willing to pay for what you've stolen."
Lan Wangji resisted the urge to moisten his lips, but he allowed himself to swallow. The Patriarch's eyes locked onto his throat.
"What does the Patriarch ask as payment?"
Words: 16.000/ Tam Lin retelling/ Mpreg
rare the man who'll hold to faith by Fahye
There was no blood. No char. There was nothing to see except the strange softening of the Yiling Patriarch's mouth, as if just for a moment he was another person entirely.
"There is the mark of our bargain, and here is the challenge," said the Yiling Patriarch. "You may strike at me, exactly once, with your sword. I will not fight back; I will not resist you at all, Hanguang-jun." That silvery suggestiveness crept into his voice again. "And a year and a day from now, you will come to me and I will deliver exactly the same to you."
Lan Wangji heard his brother's voice raised in sharp and incomprehensible protest. His own heart was beating too loudly for him to hear anything else.
Words: 13.000/ retelling of the Green Knight/ quite distinct
*Getting Jet Lag From Time Travelling by Monyas
Lan Qiren stared in mute horror at the letter in his hands.
The world's most dangerous demonic cultivator and immortal leader of the great Yiling Wei Sect wanted Lan Wangji's hand in marriage. Lan Zhan, his youngest nephew, his most promising disciple, a quiet boy of barely twelve.
Words: 1300/ humour/ time travel
Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist
Lan Wangji was not delusional. He knew Wei Ying was dead. The sharp stab of hope had spread out and dulled.
But there was something firmer than hope, firmer also than fantasy, which he would not leave behind. Even if Wei Ying was gone and would never come back, nothing would take his place in Lan Wangji’s heart. He thought about that occasionally, when he glimpsed the moon through stark branches on a forest trail, or when he felt drowsy and distant in the seat of honor at banquets.
It was simple. He would always love Wei Ying.
Words: 50.000/ Yiling Wei sect
in the land of gods and monsters & its sequel joy of life by rikke
Lan Wangji was never supposed to die. Thirteen years later, the Yiling Patriarch rules the world with his corpse bodyguard.
Words: 12.000/ dark/ hurt no comfort
Old Foreshadows by protos_metazu_ison
With the threat of the Wen sect looming, the other major sects decide to summon the aid of a man they’d killed centuries ago: the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian.
Words: 15.000
