bc i am a shameless abandon-er of ideas, and bc i will take whatever form of praise/encouragement i can get, here are links to all my wips divided by ships (also dw, about clicking on non-con, gore, abuse or just smth u don't like, i always put tags for myself in the beginning bc it's easier for me later on so you can nope out of there the second u see that):
[fof] yuanyi:
surge of power - my Opus Magnum, my Pièce de Résistance, the one fic I will finish no matter how long it takes me or how difficult it will be. zyz and xiao zhuo make a kid, but it's all bc bingyi is too empathetic. i am already planing on making it a series
grab a bite - modern au smut. beware of nsfw images in the wip
haze that i'm under - ngl this one will probs never be finished. xiao zhuo focused sex party
all the lies i've told - canon compliant smut after the fam pretends zyz is giving away his inner core in ep 28
[vos] liji, yuan wuhuo/ji ling:
nothing more real than this - canon compliant smut in ep 7;
[mjty] juezhi:
silences we fill - a modern mafia au
from wicked eyes into wicked hearts - abo, post-canon smut
I will try to keep this post updated if i ever finish any of these wips and post them, or if i decide any other wips are coherent enough to be added to the list.
fic idea: i have NO idea how the timelines would work but anything where cheng huang/zyc are somehow reincarnations of yuanzhi and shangjue
love, 柠檬
A/N: Hello 柠檬! Hope you're having a wonderful Friday thus far. Okay, so this is my stab at this prompt. My dumb brain wrote this and then realised that I had flipped it around hahaha... I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!
a.k.a. I'm back on my Juezhi bullshit and making it your problem
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Shangjue is awakened by Yuanzhi pulling away and curling onto his side away from him. His senses are immediately alert and he reaches out to place a gentle hand on a shaking shoulder.
"It's just a dream, didi." He tries. "Come back to me."
It takes him a beat, but when Yuanzhi stirs, he does with a wet gasp, jerking up into a seated position which Shangjue follows. Wrapping an arm around Yuanzhi's thin waist, he instinctively presses his dear heart into an embrace. Holding on tight as he comes back to himself.
This is the third time this month.
Shangjue doesn't have to ask what the dreams are, he already knows because they're the same as his own -- always the same where they're both on opposing sides of a battle, always where there is a deep obsession, always with a deep, bottomless grief that swallows both of them whole.
He lets Yuanzhi's breathing settle, allowing him the space and time to calm down. Measures the minutes with how he relaxes in his arms, and carefully holds him through it all.
Soothingly, Shangjue says, "You know, Elder Yue once told me that dreams are glimpses into another world. Another life we could have led."
"Then that's not a world I want to live in." Yuanzhi shivers, words a little muffled where his mouth is pressed to the meat of Shangjue's shoulder. "I never want to be on any side but yours."
"Because you know I'd wipe the floor with you?"
"I have no doubt about that, but no." Yuanzhu laughs, slapping his other shoulder but is unresisting when Shangjue catches his hand to press a kiss. "No, I never want to be your enemy because I can't fathom a life where I could ever not love you."
"Yuanzhi..." Shangjue sighs, helplessly smiling through the radiating warmth of fondness that sings through his chest. Ducking his head, he swallows around the jumble of words that threaten to break him apart.
Thank you.
I love you too.
You're the most important person to me and I never want to lose you.
But all he says in response is a soft, tender, "Me too." Brushing back Yuanzhi's bangs, he thumbs at the corner of his didi's smile. Leaning in, the bubble of laughter comes loose as their lips meet, sighing a little when Yuanzhi tilts his head for a better angle.
In the back of his mind, he mentally makes a plan to visit their backyard brethren to get this looked at. There is too much coincidence with their dreams matching up like this for Shangjue to put it down to some inexplicable thing about their way of life. Maybe there is some rhyme and reason to it all.
He hopes there is one.
But for now, Shangjue is content to fold his didi back against him, kissing his brow to coax him back to sleep.
Some lasting effects of a poison Yuanzhi recently tested are hitting him hard (I.e., chest pain, coughing, bouts of dizziness, etc.) And he's trying to hide them all from Shangjue during a very full day of training/patrolling together
The bo staff catches him on his side and he’s on his knees before he can register the bloom of pain. Yuanzhi tastes the tang of copper in his mouth, bracing himself with a hand on the ground.
“Again.”
Coughing lightly, he quickly plasters on a quick pout to hide the way he’s starting to sway. “Gege, have pity on me please? You’re too good! I can’t beat you at all.”
Shangjue scoffs. Lowering the staff, he cocks an eyebrow at Yuanzhi. “Have you been practising at all? Why have you gotten this bad?”
Yuanzhi glibly shrugs, sitting down and acting as if he’s taking a minute to catch his breath and not actually pushing back on bile.
When Shangjue doesn’t immediately tell him to get back on his feet, Yuanzhi takes it as a win and gingerly flops back, trying hard not to wince when the motion rattles something in his chest. Gulping down on a moan, he works on breathing in through his nose and exhaling out his mouth.
He should have been more careful.
Running through the mental list of his latest experiments, Yuanzhi concludes that it could be one of two. Neither of which has side effects he’s too keen on.
The wisest route to take is to let Gege know that he needs to beg off any more training and slink back to his laboratory to pull up another round of antidotes. But.
Gege has shucked off the top of his robe and it is hanging around his waist. He’s taking a deep drink from his water skein and Yuanzhi’s eyes cannot help but follow the trail of sweat drops as they map their way down the strong planes of his chest, lingering only for a moment on his belly before disappearing under the moisture darkened cloth slung at his hips.
It’s mesmerising. It’s hypnotic. Yuanzhi has to shift a little to hide the stirring in his loins.
They’d barely had any time for each other lately. Gege has been neck deep sorting out the logistics for his next trip into the jianghu and he himself has been burning the midnight oil trying to produce enough of what Gege will need as products to sell and market.
Yuanzhi can’t even remember the last time they’d even done more in bed other than a quick fumble before falling into a deep sleep in each other’s arms. He supposes he should be glad for that.
But his body misses Gege’s touches and he aches a little for more than quick kisses when they catch each other in between sleeping and rushing out the door or falling into another project or two. His chest hurts at the thought.
What if Gege and him have just fallen into a lull? They’re certainly comfortable with each other and there’s no part of him that doubts his love for him. But Yuanzhi does wonder if they’ve gotten so familiar with each other. The kind of familiarity that all married couples go through when they’ve been together for awhile.
Not that Gege would ever want that with him.
Even if there’s a part of him, that small voice that he only listens to when it’s just him and his thoughts, that says that Yuanzhi would want some version of that.
His breath catches, jolting bodily when a calloused hand slides over his brow.
“You’re feverish,” Gege notes with a small frown. His brown eyes search over him. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Yuanzhi butts his head into Shangjue’s palm. Sitting up slowly, he reaches out to tug Shangjue’s hand into his lap. “It’s nothing. Just a side effect of an experiment I’m running.”
“You still—“
“I’m fine, Gege,” Yuanzhi insists with a small smile. “Really. I just want to spend time with you, is all.”
The corners of Shangjue’s plush lips tighten. Without another word, he pulls Yuanzhi into a bridal carry. Chuckling softly when Yuanzhi sputters a weak protest, he holds on to him like he is carrying a precious treasure.
“We are getting you your antidote and we’re going to spend the rest of the day in bed.”
Yuanzhi hooks his arm over Shangjue’s neck. “Don’t you have important reports to do?”
Shangjue darts in, kissing him on the cheek. “None more important than doing you.”
Yuanzhi suppresses the instinctive urge to cringe, choosing instead to luxuriate in the laughter that rings in his burning ears.
Okay just coz it has been percolating in my brain, I present to you a rating of Yuanzhi's looks from 0 to little wife I'm raising in my house.
Disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles because I'm deadass unmotivated to work and i know, i know i need to work and it's causing me no end of anxiety so you guys get a front row seat to the cycle yayyyy
Look No.1 - Ice Princess from The North
Rating: Will gut you for even looking at my man and string you up by your toes
In a sea of very good looks for a character, this one gives the vibe of a wife teaching any fool with intentions of climbing into their husband's bed a lesson on how much it can hurt to be bitchslapped and have your hair pulled out by the roots. Those cuffs look like they can hide a poisoned dagger. They probably do.
Look 2 - The Pensive 'You've Forced My Hand'
Rating: The little wife is scheming about how to kick the new wife that his husband's relatives stuffed into their marriage, to the curb and is going to do it in the most cunning way that will baffle anyone else but his husband
A look the little wife definitely dons on the wedding night of his husband to the new wife and he spends the night pining for husband dearest and hoping he will come to his side instead
((husband dear does come to his bed before the crack of dawn and the little wife may or may not have stained his pillow with his tears))
((also super side note idk if look 1 and look 2 are the same looks and honestly, the lack of the headband qualifies it as a different set. don't agree? make your own list))
Look 3 - I'm a Bitch, I'm a Boss, And I Shine Like Gloss
Rating: 1000% what the little wife would wear to a bitch slapping session with the new wife and the relatives that stuffed her into his husband's bed
Feral + Fur is such a stunning combo. Feral + Fur + Blood? Inspired. Little wife looks ready for battle in his most stylish armour. He is probably hiding three ways to frame the new wife in his fantastically swept up-do. It would work magnificently.
Look 4 - Date Night with The Hubs ❤️
Rating: Yeah, there was no way I was gonna do this Little Wife list without including this scene. It would be Sacrilege. A crime. What self-respecting Shangzhi fan would I be if I didn't include the Little Wife-st look from this funky little dude?
((also super shout out and my eternal thanks and love to @valarinde for the Gege gifs I'm using here because HNNGH CAN YOU IMAGINE GEGE AS A TERM OF ENDEARMENT BETWEEN A MARRIED COUPLE BECAUSE I CAN))
This first look turnaround by Shangjue feels very Cinderella-like. In the way how a husband and wife share their first look at a wedding. Like, Shangjue is just floored by how pretty his little wife looks. Who can blame him? Certainly not I.
Look 5 - The Wife, Jealous
Rating: Little wife has been hit with an unexpected defeat when husband dearest chooses to rein him in and support the new wife. Unable to bear the bitterness, Little wife runs away from home for a few days to sulk. What he doesn't know is that husband dear has dispatched his best men to shadow his wife and make sure he doesn't suffer any hardships while he's out there. He plans to come pick his little wife up himself once he's done getting rid of the new wife and his pesky relatives who've been scheming for his money.
Unbeknowst to husband dearest, powers with sharp eyes and long reaches have taken a liking to little wife.
**adds this fic idea to a very long list of fic ideas**
Hello! I've never done this before so I'm not sure if this is enough information or not for a prompt. But I just finished watching my journey to you and I would like didi and gege all hurt no comfort. Thank you!
Letting go isn’t something that Shangjue is very good at and he’s very well aware of his flaws, thank you very much.
He wasn’t able to let go of his little brother’s death, he couldn’t let go of the idea of Shangguan Qian, but worst of all and perhaps the most egregious of all, he had thought — or rather, he believed — he could let go of Yuanzhi.
Shangjue had known that Yuanzhi was in love with him. Of course he had. You’d have to be blind not to see the way Yuanzhi looked at him like he hung the stars just for him. And he would have, too. Hung the stars for Yuanzhi, if he’d just ask.
He’d have done more than just that. He would have given Yuanzhi the world. Toppled dynasties and blotted out the sun if that would have made Yuanzhi happy.
But what Yuanzhi had wanted most was the one thing he could never give.
A quiet life. A peaceful life with the one he loves by his side. That was the sort of life Yuanzhi wanted. And it was the life Shangjue could never live.
He is just a tool for the Gong family, carrying the prestige with him. The face of the family that has with it all the burden and all the responsibility. Shangjue was never made for a quiet life.
And it is for that reason, he has to let him go.
So, here he is.
Watching quietly with an aching heart as Young Master Hua shyly encircles Yuanzhi’s slender wrist with a bracelet of his own making. The mark of an intention to court. The ache turns into a bloom of sharp and intense pain at the way Yuanzhi meets Young Master Hua’s shy smile with one of his own as he slides on a hidden weapon around his belt as a reciprocal gift of his own.
Elder Hua is beaming. So are the rest of the family as they watch this sweet scene unfold in front of them.
It’s unbearable.
It’s no less than what Shangjue deserves for ever letting go.
Yuanzhi has been skipping meals (by accident due to being very invested in his work for gege and Ziyu). Gege notices
“What’s this then?”
Yuanzhi blinks owlishly down at the pile of notes in front of him before lifting his gaze to where Gege is standing with a tray of dishes that looked positively poisonous. He has to suppress an instinctual gagging at the smell.
It doesn’t escape Gege’s notice, however, and in his infinite mercy he moves it away to set it outside his door.
A little confused as to why Gege would be bringing him spoiled food, he was more curious about the bigger question. What was he even doing here? As far as Yuanzhi knows, Gege isn’t due home for another two days and he knows someone would have told him if he was arriving earlier.
His mind runs with more questions. None of which anchors in any meaningful way for him to make any good sense of. Not that any of the questions he has matters in the end when Gege comes back in and starts tidying up his desk, piling the notes in a neat orderly manner that Yuanzhi likes.
Perhaps his inner thoughts are a little more transparent than he thinks because Gege is chuckling as he finishes, coming close to his side to cup his cheeks and tilting his face upwards.
“Look at you.” There is a sense of melancholia in Gege’s words. Said so softly, they sit heavy in Yuanzhi’s chest.
Gege eventually moves to card his fingers through Yuanzhi’s hair. The sensation has Yuanzhi shivering, sucking in a breath. It feels good. Scalp numbing and oh, something he has missed.
“You’ve been pushing yourself again, Didi,” Gege whispers. The lilt of his voice soothes something deep in Yuanzhi. He butts his head into Gege’s touch.
“Pretty kitty.” Gege laughs and scratching his nails over the crown of his head. After a beat, Gege asks, “When did you last eat?”
Yuanzhi stills.
“I…” He frowns, pulling back from the warm cocoon of Gege’s arms. “I don’t remember.”
Gege tugs him back into his hold, sighing. “You need to stop doing this.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just get so caught up…”
“I know you do. But you need to remember that no work is worth sacrificing your health. Ziyu and I will never want you to do that for us.”
Gege lets go at that, kneeling in front of him. Looking at their hands, he smiles. “Let’s go see what we can find in the kitchen, hm?”
“Like when I was a kid?”
Laughing, Gege stands, dipping to press his lips to Yuanzhi’s brow. “Exactly. Now, come on. I’ll give you a piggyback ride too.”
Gab! I'm in love with your writing and u already know it. ❤️
I just thought another prompt that I think is nice but I would like your opinion.
How about a Alternative Universe where Yuanzhi is Wufeng's Assassin? One that specializes in venons and hidden weapons, of course. Maybe, he could be a assasin of Wang or Liang ranking? They could have meet whe Wufeng invade the Gong House the first time and meet again as adults? I don't know. The sky (and your desire of course) is the limit.
Thanks for sharing your amazing work with us.
A/N: just a Drabble coz I caught this scene and couldn’t shake it for shits
Enjoy ☺️
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Shangjue grabs on to the corner of the man’s cloak but quickly releases his grip when a hidden dart narrowly misses his left eye. But with that move, Shangjue spots an opening in his masked opponent’s defence and strikes quick and true.
His punch rewards him with a breathless grunt and the swift, sweet pressure of pressing the man down onto the granite slates of his courtyard. Like this, with Shangjue’s hand around his neck and knees on his wrists, he can finally see just how young his opponent is.
The kid can’t be a day more than 16 but he fights like a beast. Sharp eyes glare up at him, red-rimmed with indignation. Cheeks flushed with anger, Shangjue can’t help but think he looks adorable — the same way that a fluffy white cat can be adorable with its claws out.
“If you’re going to kill me, you’d better do it.”
Fighting words for a boy. Even if the boy is the rumoured Lord of Venoms.
There’s an almost defiant tilt to the way he cocks his chin out. A resistance that is plain as day in the way he refuses to back down and the sight of it has Shangjue sucking in a sharp breath.
With a smile, he keeps his eyes on the boy. “No.” He offers, knocking him out with one strike of his fist. In the distance he can hear his Jade Guardians coming. Took them long enough.
Moving back, he pats the boy down for any obvious weapons. A thorough search must be done in the privacy of a locked room, but that’ll be for later. It should be fun to figure out how many hidden places this boy can think to have.
Shangjue decides there and then that this little assassin from Wufeng has more merit being kept alive than dead.
And if that decision was made because something about this creature burns a low level fire in Shangjue’s belly, well. Who’s going to know?
Someone is way too much friendly and touchy with Yuanzhi and gege doesn't like it. He really doesn't like it
For someone who is, for the very most parts, antisocial to anyone who isn't family, Yuanzhi is certainly looking like he's having too much fun with this unknown stranger.
Didi has laughed three times in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and Shangjue knows it's one of his genuine ones and not the kind he does just to be caustic and politely insult someone. More than that -- and this is definitely the part that eats into his self-control and sanity -- Didi has allowed this stranger to be close enough that their shoulders are bumping together with every exuberant gesticulation and every breathless giggle they exchange.
Shangjue sees the stranger lean in to whisper something in Yuanzhi's ear. Close enough that their cheeks are practically pressed together--
Then, he spies the way Yuanzhi's body language changes at whatever saccharine nonsense the stranger is saying; going loose and open, untensed and almost receptive to the way the stranger wraps a hand around Yuanzhi's wrist, thumb rubbing on the delicate skin over his pulse point.
Oh.
That's it.
He's about to climb out of his seat when Ziyu stops him with a laughing, "Gege, please, we don't need you to be murdering the Emperor's thirteenth son at our banquet. Think of how that would look."
Shangjue pretends to think about it. In that time, Yuanzhi has pulled away just a little, but is still smiling. "Is he favoured to win the throne though?"
Ziyu tuts, eyes narrowing as if he can see what Shangjue is planning. "Even if he isn't, do you really want to risk the ire of the one who sits on that throne?"
He has to concede to that point.
Sulking, but decidedly masking it behind a placid purse of his lips, Shangjue ignores the way his cousin's eyes light up in absolute delight at his unfortunate situation, which colours even more when they both look up in time to see Yuanzhi practically jogging back to their side with a happy, drunken flush to his cheeks.
Shangjue smiles at his Didi. Open and bright, and he is sure the naked fondness and affection will be the talk of the jianghu once word gets around about what's been going on here.
In truth, Shangjue doesn't care. Especially not when the Thirteenth Prince looks downright thunderous that Yuanzhi is happily climbing into Shangjue's arms, promptly snuggling up and falling asleep.
Through gritted teeth, Shangjue hisses, "Not even if I--"
"Not even if you put the strongest laxatives we have in our medicinal stores in his morning tea tomorrow, no."
