AO3 masterlist of bookmarked fics Part 4/4:
green=general audiences, orange=teen and up, pink=Mature, red=Explicit, purple=Dead-Dove, plot what plot or noncon/ABO - engage at your own behest, regular=no rating
MDZS:
Dayflower: 1.7k words, by azaleanna, Trirec. story of your life au. Lan Wangji sees them all when Wei Wuxian leaps over the wall - Loquats, peonies, and jars of Emperor's Smile. His hands, clutching Wei Wuxian's. Thirty-three discipline whips, blood seeping through his robe and into the ground. The sight of them doesn't stop him. He leaps over the wall, approaches him, and draws his sword. Lan Wangji can see the future. From the very beginning, he knows the end.
Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism!: 178k words, by KizuKatana. modern cultivators au. A night-hunt goes wrong, and Wei Wuxian is scapegoated for the death of the Jiang Sect Leader and the destroyed core of the Jiang Sect Heir. As punishment, his core is taken and given to Jiang Cheng, and he is stripped of his cultivation credentials and expelled from the sect. Struggling to make ends meet, Wei Wuxian finds his way to Caiyi Town. What everyone forgot was that Wei Wuxian was wearing a standard issue body camera
Something at the Door: 50k words, by Pip (Moirail). modern with magic au. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. and mystery. There was a corpse in Wei Ying’s shower. He blinked hard, really expecting something to change (it, predictably, didn’t), and then backed out of the room, never taking his eyes off the way that the blood drip-drip-dripped off the hung toes. The door closed gently behind him.
new rules: 5k words, by newtmazer. Wei Wuxian’s antics during his punishment at the Library Pavilion finally exceed Lan Wangji’s tolerance level.
tame: 11k words, by rikke. After the Xuanwu Cave incident, Wei Wuxian wakes up back in Lotus Pier with one hand clutching Lan Wangji and the other hand clutching...an egg? in which wwx and lwj accidentally hatch a baby xuanwu
I'll buy you the moon (I'll buy you two): 28k words, by Thesaurus_with_no_words. space opera au. It's been three days since Wei Wuxian last ate. "Hungry," A-Yuan whines, pulling at his hand. Blinking slowly, Wei Wuxian stares at the potatoes. The green sprouts seem to taunt him. Suddenly he remembers that Shanxu, the planet they are supposed to be on, has a current ban on potatoes, "Fuck," Wei Wuxian swallows and exhales shakily. In no time, Lan Wangji is staring him down, face unreadable. He is acting very collected for someone who just spotted a ghost. Shit. If Wei Wuxian survives this, he is going to have to fake his own death again.
the cow says moo, the chicken says squawk, and the demon beast of yiling says: 57k words, by Dragonskye. In which Lan Wangji, famed Second Jade of Lan, is not actually taken captive by the fearsome Demon Beast of Yiling. But for some reason, he stays anyways.
thoughts in the silent night: 1.9k words, by ectocosme. Lan WangJi carries Wei WuXian to a safe place then treat his wounds with care.(first offering to the goddess of the tiniest fandom I've been in)
scatter and sunder: 15k words, by silversshadow. When Wei Wuxian dies at the Burial Mounds the backlash tears his soul apart. The cultivation world is left to watch the pieces.
a land of myth, a time of magic: 110k words, by soultana. Merlin au. The Great Dragon leans a little closer, regarding him with curiosity. “Wei Wuxian, you are our final hope”, "lul whaat lmao". When Wei Wuxian leaves his home and comes to Gusu, it’s with every intention of starting a fresh, new, quiet life. But that quickly flies out the window when he finds out he’s—supposedly—meant to fulfil a grand destiny and change the whole world for the better alongside the esteemed Prince Wangji of Gusu. Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Except he's a sorcerer, and the use of magic is strictly forbidden in the kingdom. What could possibly go wrong?
Thirteen Years: 1.7k words, by Anonymous. People whisper, how his thoughts are unfathomable. After all, who would obsess over calling back the soul of their arch enemy? Still, he plays, with his guqin on his lap and an indifferent look on his face. WangJi indeed.
i would say heart, but: 16k words, by victortor. In the land directly north of Lan Zhan's village, there is a dense and dark forest. Past that forest, there is a castle. They say a cursed prince lives there. They say he has no heart.
carefully adjusted are the rabbit nets: 1.6k words, by ectocosme. Wei Wuxian is set on winning Lan Wangji's affection somehow. Gifting him the perfect chatting partner - and cutest pet - is an idea.
A Courier, A Little Guest: 4.7k words, by hersce. At the Lan boy’s touch a spark of spiritual energy appears, and Wei Wuxian’s ribbon comes back into view, his shijie’s cloaking spell wearing off. The Lan boy leans low and places Wei Wuxian down. “You must be from the Yunmeng Jiang sect. I did not know they had spiritual animals. I apologize for keeping you from your duties.”. Lan Wangji is a normal cultivator. For some reason, a spiritual cat from the Yunmeng Jiang sect keeps coming to visit him.
Day 17: Crow!Xian: 1.046k words, by UseMyMuse. Lan Wangji doesn't make it a habit to feed the local birds, but he's certain glad he made an exception.
Run, Run: 2.4k words, by lazulink. pwp ABO. Wei Wuxian was just relaxing and eating some blackberries. How was he supposed to know he was "trespassing"?
No More Hiding: 22k words, by Ollie_kun. Lan Zhan, unfortunately, had been shocked and appalled the day Wei Wuxian first drunkenly proposed ending Lan Xichen’s seclusion by force. His husband would die before he hurt Wei Wuxian, but the way Lan Wangji’s grip had tightened on his shoulders as he pinned him down with his depthless golden eyes. He looked simultaneously terrified and lethal… not a minute passed before Wei Wuxian swore on his trusty steed, Lil’ Apple, to forget about his brother in law. That was. until that night a week ago…
Tablets of a Servant's Father: 1.3k words, by anon-j-anon (Anon). Wei Ying knelt in the Jiang ancestral hall to reflect on his wrongdoings – all the ways he’d disobeyed. He gazed upon the spirits of his father’s masters, his grandfather’s masters, his great-grandfather’s masters, all reminding him that a servant’s son has no place to honor his parents.
build me no shrines: 54k words, by occultings (microcomets). Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, 'I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry'. A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation. In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.
Spitting Rain Down to the Stones Below: 48k words, by arIas_alIve. Lan Wangji rushes to Koi Tower after receiving a secretive summons from Jin Ling concerning Wei Wuxian. When he finds Wei Wuxian the victim of a mysterious curse, he sets about caring for and finding a way to save him. But when the curse takes an unanticipated turn for the worse, Lan Wangji fears that Wei Wuxian may be lost forever...even as he stands before him.
I want to break free: 3k words, by PocketsizedDinosaur. It started as mild discomfort, but nothing Wei Wuxian was unfamiliar with. Until it became worse and he could no longer hide that something was wrong. The soul sacrificing ritual had unexpected consequences.
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If I Had Known Sooner (早知如此): 1.1k words, by Callanthe. “If he had known sooner, Shen Qingqiu thought, he would definitely definitely…” - If Shen Qingqiu really had known sooner. (If Shen Qingqiu could redo the Endless Abyss scene.)
gravity bears down: 23k words, by tciddaemina. The sharks scatter, turning in a flurry and darting away, water surging in their wake, and Shang Qinghua barely has a moment to widen his eyes, relief hitting him like a battering ram, pressing himself quickly to the entrance of the crevice so that he can cautiously peek out. He can't even make out that much of it, just a long tail, coiling through the water, a shadowed matte black even in the dark. Big, his brain says. Dangerous, it says next, as the alarm bells ring, recognise something that looks distinctly predatory. And then- Oh, fuck, that's not a shark.
The Fear of Belonging: 8k words, by Talthecap. Of course, that’s when he saw it. Pitch black ooze on the ground, glimmering as the light hit it, with what looked like stars of the palest blue twinkling in its depths. Just as Shang Qinghua thought to himself that alien shit was definitely not his business, the ooze rose up and flew towards his face at a startling speed. or, Shang Qinghua finds himself a Symbiote buddy and gets wrecked. In that order.
(Un)Desirable: 12k words, by wanderersbell. Shang Qinghua is a simple guy. He has one job, and that's to suck up to the cold demon king of the Northern Desert and stay alive. What he fails to take into consideration is that Mobei-Jun just so happens to be the ideal man because, well, he wrote him that way.
White Fox Shizun in Heat!: 4k words, by Looligan318. SQQ's blood was pulsing. His body flushed pink as he writhed beneath the soft covers of the large bed. Each shift of the white cloth sent tremors down his spine, fluffy ears twitching erratically. It's his heat.
grave dirt smeared on our palms: 10k words, by lowlightt. Shen Yuan picked up a hitchhiker last night. The man seemed surprised that he'd pick up a stranger. He asked, “How do you know I’m not a serial killer?”, And Shen Yuan thought, Binghe, the chances of your stalker not knowing something like that is quite low.
in perpetual, disfigured longing: 50k words, by haysel. Shen Yuan, a man incredibly interested in folklore and his ancestor's hand in it, goes camping with a few friends in a remote forest. There, he encounters something unlike anything he's read about before.
The River Calls To You: 14k words, by fatuitous. The anglerfish does not know how to love— for the entirety of its life, this lonely fish swims in search of something it cannot touch, cannot even conceive. Yet it desires. Its heart beats for it. It shakes in anticipation of it, its blood rushes for it. So it casts its light ahead, and swims. And one day, when the search ends, it will devour it. ~ Shen Yuan saw it talking to the cashier.
