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[incognitoyee]

Art made for @pocketfulofrecs Lan wangji's birthday serenade!!

Inspired by @elvenqueensandladyflowers / @queenladyflower amazing ➡️Fic⬅️!(the link now works!!)

[auragemi-art]

I did some art for @t98-ao3's fic for @pocketfulofrecs MXTX Epic Journeys Big Bang! It was a lot of fun working on these and T98's worldbuilding is super engaging! Really gave me some good arting fuel.

Check out the fic and the art below if you like Wangxian and spooky shenanigans!

This scene is so good. Lan Wangji having a completely normal cup of tea. :)

And a softer scene with LWJ and WWX taking a nice walk!

[demoniqt]

WWX November Mayhem Day 14!

Title: The Patron God of Yiling

Rating: General

Status: One shot (Complete)

Relationship: Wangxian

Prompt: OP WWX

Summary: A year after Wei Wuxian's death, a whisper of a new deity was birthed amongst the people of Yiling.

A year after Wei Wuxian's death, a whisper of a new deity was birthed amongst the people of Yiling.

It started quite innocuously. Hacks claimed that the painting of the scourge of Yiling could ward of evil if it was pasted on the doors of their homes. It was ridiculous but somehow, the idea stuck and people started believing that the Yiling Laozu could really protect homes from evil.

Then, a toddler went missing for nearly a day after wandering off from an inattentive father, before finding his own way home late that night. Her mother, who had seen the little boy wandering towards the house, reported having seen a ghostly light leading her son home. When questioned, the formerly-missing boy said that he had gotten lost and a gege in black and red found him. The young man then led him home, somehow knowing where he lived without the boy telling him.

From there, the legend of the Yiling Laozu evolved.

Children who would regularly come home late would come home early or on time, telling their parents that a gege in black and red was telling them that the weather would turn bad soon and to go home or they would be caught in a storm. And sure enough, by night fall, a terrible thunderstorm would befall their little town.

And there was the time when a young man who just became a father fell from a cliff while coming home from the farm. He survived the fall but broke his leg in the process. He shouted for help but none came as it was late and there were little traffic in that area to begin with. The young man bemoaned his fate, thinking of his wife and child as he sobbed miserably at the bottom of the gorge. But as his luck would have it, two days into his ordeal, his wife and his neighbour found him.

It was later that he found out that his wife had seen a young man in black and red beckoning her from their gate two nights before. He'd pointed towards the direction of the farm but when she came out of the gate, he'd disappeared. She had been scared at the thought that she had seen a ghost and decided to barricade herself at home until her husband returned.

Except, he didn't. And the whole village went out to search for her missing husband the next day, but to no avail.

That is, until his wife once again saw the same young man in black and red beckoning her from the cliffside and pointing down at the ravine. When she had seen him this time, she knew instinctively then that the ghostly young man was not trying to harm her, but to lead her to her husband.

And sure enough, her husband was lying down at the bottom of the gorge with a broken leg, thirsty and starved but alive.

She didn't know who the young man in black and red was, though she had her suspicion. The whispers of a protective deity in Yiling had been growing stronger these days. So she sent a pray of thanks to him when they had rescued her husband and brought him home and even went as far as to put a bowl of fruits at the cliffside to thank him for his help.

Then, came a day when a two-year-old child died in the care of her mother. The little girl was running around after a butterfly and had slipped on a patch of mud. She fell and in front of her horrified mother, slammed her head onto a stone and died.

Her family mourned her greatly, especially her mother as the little girl had been her first and only child. It was clearly an accident but the young mother couldn't stop blaming herself for the death of her child. She was so guilt-ridden and mourned her little girl so greatly that she'd bundled up the cold body of her baby and climbed up to the entrance of the abandoned Burial Mounds.

There, she started praying to the Yiling Laozu to bring back her child. To give her another chance to be with her baby. She knew that the Yiling Laozu had been proclaimed dead for some time now but her desperation knew no bounds. Her mother's love would not give up the slightest hope, even though it had been over 3 days and her baby should have been buried sooner.

She spent hours crying, kowtowing and pleading for any gods to help her and her baby. But there was no answer and so, in her desperation, she had turned to someone she heard could bring back the dead.

She didn't know how long she knelt there praying with tears in her eyes and her dead baby in her arms but at some point, she passed out on the cold ground and woke up to warmth. Then she realised that there was a warm, thick blanket around her shoulders and she could hear a humming above her as a cold hand patted her matted hair before the touch disappeared.

She opened her eyes blearily and realised that her child was no longer in her arms. The young mother bolted up then and saw a young man holding her giggling child in his arms, looking alive and well.

"Baobao?" she whispered in disbelief, tears flooding her swollen eyes once more.

"Mama!" her baby called, little hands reaching out to her.

The young man handed her baby to the young woman who promptly burst into tears. She apologised to her baby for being negligent, for not being a better mother and for everything else she couldn't think of. She kissed her baby and told her that she loved her. Her baby accepted her kisses and cuddles happily, laughing gaily at her silly mother.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing her back," she said, bowing repeatedly to the young man, who smiled sadly at her.

"I didn't bring her back," he said. "She was never gone."

"She couldn't stand seeing her mother so sad. So she stayed," he explained. Then he thought for a moment. "Normally, children's souls would be sent into the reincarnation cycle immediately as to avoid having their innocent souls tainted. But I suppose I can make an exception for you, just this once."

Before she could understand what the young man was saying, he touched her baby's head and the little girl became a white glowing orb that he gently pushed into the young lady's abdomen.

"There. Now she is with you once again," the young (man?) said. "Don't waste this second chance, okay?"

The young lady nodded and then...

She woke up. On the cold ground at the entrance to Yiling's Burial Mound. In her arms was the mottled body of her baby.

The young lady got up, pulled the corpse close and gave the cold forehead one last kiss before returning home for the funeral.

It didn't surprise her at all when a month later, her physician inform her that she was with child.

After all, Wei Wuxian, the patron God of Yiling, told her that her baby was to be reborn to her again.

Fin.

[sienne-k]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hello i come with a new fic

teen | 3k, part 1 of 2 | canon divergence | lan!wwx / jiang!lwj | wangxian | fluff, humor, crack-ish

written for the june trope ‘opposites’ by @pocketfulofrecs​ ...extremely late ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

summary:

“LAN WANGJI!”

He heard the enraged nasal bellow as if from a distance, incredibly muted. He definitely heard it. He knew he should address the situation.

Yet he only had eyes for that beautiful face that has haunted him through dreams and walking hours. The almond eyes widened in an almost dramatic yet unquestionably genuine astonishment; the lily-soft lips opened faintly to give the slightest glimpse into the crimson cavern and the tantalizing tongue that Lan Wangji wished to ravage with his own; the dainty blush dying the fairest skin. It was all much more riveting, much more important than Jiang Wanyin, and he would be a fool not to take the time to commit it all to memory.

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The invitation to Cloud Recesses for young masters to learn all manner of knowledge needed for cultivation - or, as Lan Wangji saw it, for cultivating interpersonal aptitude, was something he had no particular need for - came as expected on an unremarkable winter day during Jiang Wanyin’s fifteenth year. Jiang-zongzhu read the letter out loud during dinner, looking at his excited son with indulgence. Yanli-shijie smiled brightly, happy for her brother to get new experience. Xichen congratulated him and wished him well. Madam Yu was absent.

Less expectedly, Jiang-zongzhu turned to Lan Wangji and informed him he would be joining Jiang Wanyin and the other Jiang family youth. What for, Lan Wangji had no idea. The reason given was that Jiang Fengmian could not in good conscience refuse his good friends’ son education available to any young master. Lan Wangji was not a young master of a clan, he was a junior disciple. He could not imagine what kind of education he would receive in Gusu that he couldn’t in Yunmeng. After all, as a simple disciple, he had no need to mingle and make connections with other young masters. Furthermore, he would have to fend off jokes and uninvited interrogation about his surname, spend time with people his age… and Jiang Wanyin.

That was probably the real reason why Jiang-zongzhu wanted him to go - to keep an eye on his heir and curb his less gracious tendencies. It was nothing new and Lan Wangji had long since gotten used to his role as babysitter, but when the invitation came he had a smidgen of hope that he might get a few moons away from the irascible Jiang heir.

Alas, that wish was brought down faster than the fall of a shooting star. He should have known better.

To make matters worse, he would be leaving behind the two people whose company he valued the most - Yanli-shijie and xiongzhang. The fact that Xichen did not get to enjoy this “education Jiang-zongzhu could not in good conscience refuse his good friends’ son” made Jiang-zongzhu’s words all the more paltry.

There was a certain irony that out of the two of them, Xichen would have been the one to enjoy this kind of venture and make the most of the opportunity, as well as the one better able to restrain Jiang Wanyin without raising his ire.

Nonetheless, it was Lan Wangji’s fate now and he would not run from it.

He was fully prepared to bear the experience with his usual stoicism.

He was not prepared for Wei Wuxian.

[vrishchikawrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Additional Tags: Porn Without Plot, Smut, Soft Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Possessive Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Married Couple, Clothed Sex, Lan Zhan likes seeing Wei Ying in silk, Nipple Play, Tender Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Beta Read, DO NOT COPY Series: Part 1 of Exploring Tropes - PWP Summary:

Wei Ying's beauty requires no adornment, but sometimes Wangji just wants to drape him in silk.

[admirableadmiranda]

A Year and a Day: Autumn

A Year and a Day: Autumn, by Admiranda

Rating: T | Words: 5441 and counting | Paining: Background Wangxian | Status: Chapter 1 of 5. They say never make bargains with the fey, for they always request a high price that few can pay (perhaps the actual lesson here is that humans rarely want to pay what their wish costs to fulfill) They say that if you are not careful, the fey will twist your words until you are trapped forever in servitude to them and your wish falls by the wayside (is it not the way to make sure that you are careful in such exchanges? Agreeing blindly to a promise without thinking it through is a good way to end up unhappy in the end) They say that the fey are unfeeling, cold, cruel. But isn’t that who you would want on your side when the world has turned against you?

Wen Qing leads the Wen Remnants to make a bargain with the Fey when the world turns against them.

For @pocketfulofrecs​ Wei Wuxian November Mayhem.

[themagnusbane]

31 Days of Wei Wuxian - The Moonlight Loves His Beloved

31 Days of Wei Wuxian by Itenoria

A collection of ficlets, drabbles, and shorts. Some of this will be canon-inspired. Some of this will be AU. All of this will be celebrating Wei Wuxian, using a Pocketful of Rec's prompt lists for Wei WuXian November Mayhem!!

Today’s chapter… Lan Wangji is aware that his beloved is loved by the moonlight… Not like he finds that surprising. Who doesn’t love his Wei Ying?

For @pocketfulofrecs Wei Wuxian November Mayhem

[sienne-k]

merji, for the exploring tropes over at @pocketfulofrecs! it’s may, so creature theme!

i really wanted to participate this month, but i’m going through some stuff this month, so i couldn’t do anything more than this.

hopefully this pouty baby merji being pouty over wwx making merry with other lan mers will be enough! worry not, merji is ready to go over and make sure the others know he has staked his claim already! *he* was the one who saved wwx, after all! and wwx was delighted to meet merji when he came to in lwj’s treasure hidey hole!