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[postingpebbles]

Xianyun (羡云) Piano Cover - Mo Dao Zu Shi (魔道祖师)

another cover dump! learning music from a piece of media i enjoy is one of the ways i express my love for it + this tweet i made describes w

my piano cover of xianyun from the mdzs donghua!! hope u enjoy c:

[wangxianficrecs]

heartkeeper by postingpebbels

heartkeeper

by postingpebbles

G, 7k, wangxian

Summary: In Gusu, there is a story about the most beautiful man in the world—and the wager he gives to anyone who wants to take his hand in marriage. Being from Yunmeng, however, Wei Wuxian doesn't hear a word about this story until his aimless wandering brings him to the outskirts of Caiyi Town. (in which there is wei wuxian, a rabbit, and a secret.)

Kay's comments: Ah, this story! I've originally read the thread-fic on twitter; it was one of my favourites and the ao3 version doesn't disappoint either! The summary says it all and Wei Wuxian, during his time in Caiyi, befriends both Lan Wangji and his rabbit, xiao-tuzi and their interactions are very adorable. It's a very sweet, short get-together story and of course, who else could ever hope to gain the key to Lan Wangji's heart than Wei Wuxian?

Excerpt: When he unties Little Apple from her post the next day, Wei Wuxian isn't surprised that Lan Wangji didn't show up. What he is surprised by though, is the white, floppy-eared bunny perched on Little Apple's saddle. "Hi there," Wei Wuxian says cautiously. "You're not—Lan Zhan's rabbit, are you?" The bunny only twitches its tiny nose and tilts its head adorably. There's also a key attached to a chain around its neck, nearly hidden in the thick fur. …It's Lan Wangji's rabbit. Of course it is. Wei Wuxian sighs. "You can sit there if you'd like," he tells it, "but we're gonna have to share the space." Wei Wuxian is mildly disappointed that he's spending his morning with a donkey and a bunny, rather than a donkey and a beautiful man, but he appreciates the company nonetheless.

canon-divergence, animal transformation, no war au, shapeshifting, light convos about jiang family dynamics, light angst, getting to know each other, friendship, secret identity, wandering cultivator wei wuxian (he's on hiatus from the jiang sect), identity reveal, getting together, fluff, podfic available, @postingpebbles

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Art by  linttea_mdzs

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

[theyhaveason]

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

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says one day, watching his husband’s slender, calloused fingers deftly peel an orange for him, “let’s build a house. Just for us. What do you think?”

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In which Wei Wuxian’s ultimate dream—living on a farm with the love of his life—finally becomes a reality.

written for the @mdzsrbb and inspired by @yinyoru’s gorgeous art here!! <3

[yinyoru]

my final piece for MDZS RBB, for which darling ollie @theyhaveason wrote a lovely heartwarming fic which can be found here!!

wrap urselves up in a warm blanket w a nice cup of tea before reading bc it will make u feel v warm and fuzzy inside  🥺

[theyhaveason]

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

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says one day, watching his husband’s slender, calloused fingers deftly peel an orange for him, “let’s build a house. Just for us. What do you think?”

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In which Wei Wuxian's ultimate dream—living on a farm with the love of his life—finally becomes a reality.

written for the @mdzsrbb and inspired by @yinyoru’s gorgeous art here!! <3

[oppoison-art]

Comic based on @biqinsu ‘s original hc post about young LWJ loving bugs meanwhile LXC hates bugs but cant bring himself to tell his baby brother he doesn’t want to see the beetle he found

[stiltonbasket]

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

Lan Wangji, second young mistress of the Lan clan of scholars, was never meant to be wife to a man.

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[cqlfic]

heartkeeper

link to AO3 AUTHOR: postingpebbles (@theyhaveason) G, 7382 words, 1/1

RELATIONSHIPS: Lan Wangji / Wei Wuxian BLURB: to marry lwj, you have to take the key from the rabbit

SUMMARY:

In Gusu, there is a story about the most beautiful man in the world—and the wager he gives to anyone who wants to take his hand in marriage.

Being from Yunmeng, however, Wei Wuxian doesn’t hear a word about this story until his aimless wandering brings him to the outskirts of Caiyi Town.

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(in which there is wei wuxian, a rabbit, and a secret.)

animal transformation, alternate universe - canon divergence, no war au!!, shapeshifting, light convos abt the jiang family dynamic, wwx draws a lot and talks to a rabbit: the fic, former threadfic!!, alternate universe - fantasy

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[materassassino]

wangxian 4 for the kissing prompts pls!! 💞

Teen!Wangxian because I couldn’t think of a post-canon version that would work.

Prompt list here

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It’s a matter of a heartbeat, really.

He’s close – too close, dangerously close – and because it is Wei Wuxian, in constant motion, erratic and dizzying, it just… happens. Everything aligns like treacherous stars and Lan Wangji can barely breathe because of it.

Wei Wuxian’s lips are warm, slightly wind-chapped, but soft, and it is beyond Lan Wangji’s (considerable) willpower to control himself. His eyes flutter shut; he savours the sensation, drinking the split-second like a parched man. His fists clench on the writing table, his whole body leans forward…

Wei Wuxian pulls back first, and Lan Wangji is bereft of that precious, horrifying, longed-for contact.

“Lan Zhan?” he says, tentative, slightly muffled, like he is speaking from behind his fingers. Lan Wangji is terrified then, of opening his eyes, but they open anyway, and his gaze meets Wei Wuxian’s own, strorm-grey and wide.

With a lack of decorum he hates himself for, he makes to rear back – away, get away from him – but he cannot. Wei Wuxian’s hands are tight in his robes, holding him there, not allowing him to get away. Lan Wangji’s heart is pounding, so loud and fast they can probably hear it in Qishan, and he can feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes in a way they most assuredly never have for years. He’s never felt so humiliated in his life.

“Again!” Is what Wei Wuxian says next, and Lan Wangji’s brain can’t keep up with all of this. There are lips on his again, with intent, this time. And Lan Wangji simply doesn’t have the strength to stop himself from reaching forward, over the table, his trembling hands placed hungrily on Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, his ears aflame.

Wei Wuxian kisses exactly like he exists in the world, impetuous and unapologetic, and Lan Wangji might suspect his technique is sloppy had he any experience of his own. It doesn’t really matter. He sinks into it willingly, unable to even conjure up a voice of better judgement (which usually sounds so very much like his uncle and right now is mercifully silent), committing the taste of Wei Wuxian’s lips, the feel, the scent of him and the warmth of him through his clothes, to memory.

They part again, mutually this time, and Wei Wuxian has the nerve to grin, wicked and wide and tempting.

“We need to do this more!” he says, all mischief and wonder. Lan Wangji burns from the inside out.

“Shameless,” he mumbles, but his hand still finds Wei Wuxian’s, asks permission. Wei Wuxian gives it with joyous ease.

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find more of my art on juliettewjh

[stiltonbasket]

au of an au for qin su!wwx where wwx is still in qin su's body but it's JYL who gets summoned back in MXY's body.

Jiang Yanli doesn’t know what she was expecting to happen after she died, but it certainly wasn’t waking up a few minutes later in a donkey shed with blood all over her robes.

She’d been stabbed, she remembers. Perhaps they put her in the first sheltered place they could find while the battle was still going on, and somehow missed the fact that she was still alive? Yanli reaches up to her chest and tries to feel her heartbeat; she is somehow very certain that she had died, since the look on A-Xian’s face when the sword went through her chest was--

But the memory remains unfinished, because Yanli’s hands are poking at her bosom, patting over her ribs one by one as she wonders when she became so thin. Her mother always complained about her narrow figure, even as she scolded her for eating so much when she was in her teens--and Madam Jin worried about how difficult childbirth might be before Jin Ling arrived, since her waist and hips were so skinny--but her breasts were never this flat, and her ribs never stuck out this much even when she was a child.

And then her fingers brush over the rounded lump at her throat, and reveal the truth in one devastating blow that brings Yanli to her knees.

This isn’t my body, she realizes, backing away from the bloody array on the ground and into the rickety cupboard standing against the wall. This is a man’s body.

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Less than two hours after she wakes, Yanli escapes from the Mo estate in such turmoil that she almost forgets to take the donkey with her.

Keep your wits about you, she berates herself, dressing herself in the only set of spare robes she could find before squirming out of the shed’s high window and crumpling into the dust outside. Mo Xuanyu meant to bring back A-Xian, but that means that A-Xian is...

She blinks back tears, dragging the donkey down the road behind her as she reads over Mo Xuanyu’s letter again. The poor boy had been one of Jin Guangshan’s illegitimate sons, Jiang Yanli’s own xiaoshuzi, and Jin Guangyao had exiled him because he had learned the truth about Qin Su being his younger half-sister.

He was behind your death, too, the letter said. I believe he might even have organized Jin Zixuan’s assassination, since he most likely murdered our father, as well.

Jiang Yanli grits her teeth and pushes on. The single long cut in her arm throbs--a cut that will heal only when Jin Guangyao dies, according to Mo Xuanyu--but the sting is nothing to the twenty hours of sheer agony that was giving birth to Jin Ling, who turned out so big and chubby that she spent the first few hours of his life wondering how such an enormous baby could have possibly fit inside her.

How old would A-Ling be now? she wonders. Did Jin Guangyao and Qin Su bring him up, in mine and Zixuan’s place?

Oddly enough, she doesn’t find herself shying away at the thought of bringing Jin Guangyao to justice. She can probably count on Nie Mingjue to do the actual killing, if it comes to it; there was bad blood between the two even before she and her husband died, and quite frankly, she doesn’t blame Nie Mingjue for it.

A-Xian tore the men who killed the Jiang shidis and shimeis limb from limb, and she would expect no less from a man who watched Jin Guangyao kill his brothers-in-arms right before his eyes.

But then, why did they swear brotherhood after that?

It must have been for Zewu-jun’s sake, Yanli thinks wearily, when she finally stops at a river crossing and leads her donkey down onto the pebbly beach to take a drink. Though I doubt that Zewu-jun could have sworn brotherhood with anyone who had Lan blood on their hands, whether he owed them a life-debt or not.

Her stomach growls, and she searches in the donkey’s saddle-bag for something to eat just in case the owners of the Mo estate had left some bread or fruit there to coax the animal with. Her brief hunt yields a pair of shriveling apples, half-dried but not yet spoiled, so she washes down the fresher one with plenty of cold water and feeds the bigger, drier apple to the donkey.

“I think I’ll call you Apple,” she laughs, as it wolfs down the fruit before sticking its muzzle back into the bubbling stream. “Do you like your name, xiao-pingguo?”

Little Apple takes to the name well enough, and brays contentedly every time she calls it. They rest together by the river for an hour, with Yanli napping in the shade with Little Apple keeping guard; and she starts off again just after noon, hoping to find a main road that might direct her to a town and then towards the nearest cultivation sect.

Jiang Yanli has to admit that Yunmeng Jiang is out of the question: because as much as she loves her younger brother, she highly doubts that he won’t do something stupid if he thinks some nameless Jin exile is pretending to be her. And she certainly can’t go back to Lanling with Jin Guangyao still there, so her quarry will have to be the Gusu Lan clan. Hanguang-jun was friends with her A-Xian, and would surely hear her out for his sake if for nothing else; and Zewu-jun is not as hot-tempered as Chifeng-zun, meaning that Yanli will come to no harm even if Lan-zongzhu doesn’t believe her.

“Xiao-Pingguo,” Yanli begins, stepping over something silvery in the grass as the two of them head deeper into the woods, “how far do you think the--”

Suddenly, her legs go out from under her. Little Apple brays and backs away in alarm, tossing his head anxiously as Yanli struggles into a sitting position and tries to make sense of the fact that her donkey is now over ten feet below her.

“What on earth?” she mutters, biting back one of A-Xian’s favorite curse words as she takes stock of her current situation: trapped inside a net swaying far above the ground, and with no means of cutting her way free from it without breaking her own neck.

“It caught something!” Yanli hears a boyish voice shout, followed by the crackling of someone rushing through the forest and the twang of a drawn bowstring. “Duck, Yu-da-shixiong! I’m going to shoot!”

“You are going to do no such thing,” someone else drawls, with a hint of a sharp Northern accent that reminds her of her late mother. “At least see what you’ve caught, you onionhead. If your stupid nets managed to catch a Lan, you’ll have Chifeng-zun and Hanguang-jun dragging you to Jin-zongzhu for punishment. Chifeng-zun might even punish you himself, since he’s Jin-zongzhu’s sworn da-ge. Do you really want to take the risk?”

“No,” the first boy grumbles. “And anyway, it looks like it’s just--you!”

The sudden dislike in his voice makes Yanli look down, startled, and then the breath flies out of her body as the Jin disciple marches up to stand beneath her.

“Jin Ling?” she asks, her own voice cracking like shattered glass as the Jiang disciple mounts his sword and flies up towards her, presumably so that he can help her climb out of the net. “A-Ling--is it you?”

[thunderpot]

"My king, ah, my king. This is the will of the Heavens— you cannot fail while God whispers in your ears."

[awallflowerdraws]

I MISS THEM SO MUCH

[stiltonbasket]

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

In which Wei Wuxian appears.

[tashaneva]

a-yuan + family