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#wangxian
organized crime au where omega siren wwx is held captive by the wen syndicate β crime lord lwj saves him and brings him home to the jingshi ππ
#DarkLanZhan
another good thing about wei ying dating crime boss lwj is that when wei ying casually mentions any traumatic experience heβs ever had, lwj is silently Making a List
feeling very sad thinking about how hard wwx worked on his gift for jin ling, how excited he was to be invited, how he dressed up in white robes and he couldnβt wait to see his shijie π₯Ί
Iβm obsessed with the idea of canon era wwx being in the modern era and meeting modern day lwj. theyβd be so cute π₯Ί
lwj looking after wwx and helping explain how everything works in the modern world, surprising himself with how protective heβs being
"Look Lan Zhan so many people wished you Happy Birthday!! Aren't you popular Lan-Er gege!!"π
wwx really likes this "phone" thing in the modern era π€
#MDZS
#wwx
#WangXian
#ιιη₯εΈ
#lwj
anyways wangxian au where lwj is a snow leopard shape shifter and cannot help his instincts to prowl around his friend wwxβs house at night and leave little βgiftsβ for him π³
βwe need to hold wwx accountableβ
accountable for what exactly?? for not knowing that a guy who was cold to him in his first life was actually obsessed with him? for being confused and dealing with trauma? for not knowing he was gay??
kiss it better
π
#wangxian
17k complete, rated E
π a/b/o with a D/s undercurrent
π alpha lwj / omega wwx
π academic fluff, flirting, and pining
π hurt/comfort and a little angst
π wwxβs cynophobia
π getting together/kinky first time
ao3 link and threadfic below
the best thing about wwx being fucked with bichen is that lan zhan didnβt do ANYTHING to prompt it, wwx saw bichen lying there and immediately thought βwhat is the sluttiest possible thing I could do right nowβ and he did it. he did the sluttiest thing β€οΈ
wy: ... and then he locked me in the trunk of a car and I was trapped in there for a week with a broken ankle
lwj, taking a slow, deep breath: wen ruohanβs son did this?
the thing about wei ying accidentally becoming crime boss lwjβs trophy wife is that he is very good at rationalizing all the unusual things lan zhan does, like assigning him bodyguards and insisting on moving him to a safer apartment (lan zhanβs apartment)
anyways itβs funny to me when people say βwwx is a murderer!!β because SO IS EVERYONE ELSE IN THE NOVEL ???? they are literally all killers ππ
they slide into the backseat of the car, and settle in amidst plush black leather.
βjingyi,β lan wangji flicks his gaze to the young man seated diligently beside him, in the shade of dark tinted windows. βbegin construction on a saltwater pool.β
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βxiao baobei,β he whispers, into the soft silk of their hair. βthis can be your home. I will keep you safe. I will make sure you arenβt alone.β
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eating sugar out of your hand
π
#wangxian
a/b/o roleplay
π βalphaβ dom!lwj / βomegaβ sub!wwx
π 20k explicit pwp filth
π constant bullying and multiple orgasms
π roleplay as a love language
π ao3 link below (complete)
todayβs
#xiantober2024
thought is phoenix wei ying being rescued from the streets as a child by nhs (who has a soft spot for pretty birds), and growing up spoiled in qinghe nie sect π
Here are the prompts for
#xiantober2024
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Two versions because I couldnβt decide which font colour I liked best (alt text included in both)
Thanks everyone who helped with suggestions β€οΈ
Please spread the word and share!
#weiwuxian
#weiying
/oh, you sweet, sweet thing./ lan wangji thinks to himself, as their eyes go wide with surprise when they are lifted from the water. /Iβll never let anyone harm you, ever again./
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hyperballad
πͺ
#wangxian
13k complete, rated E
πͺ wwx is in an arranged marriage
πͺ lwj makes a new arrangement
πͺ murder, manipulation, and obsession
πͺ grief and hurt/comfort
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#DarkLanZhan
christmas exchange gift for
@rinazamok
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ao3 link below
they curl into his touch, and he pulls them into his arms, tucking them securely into his chest, reveling in the way they gasp when he digs his fingers firmly into their hair.
βthen stay here all night.β
β
singularity
πͺ
#wangxian
7k complete, rated E
πͺ serial killer lwj x wwx
πͺ doctor/surgeon lwj
πͺ stalking, manipulation, and obsession
πͺ the βI want to kill himβ to βI want to fuck himβ pipeline
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#DarkLanZhan
christmas exchange gift for
@t0ge_pi
π
ao3 link below
/oh, you sweet, sensitive thing/, he thinks, as he takes in the sight of them spilled across his bed, smiling up at him hazily, like some dazed, captive beauty he has hidden away from the world. /I will never let anyone steal you away from this place./
β
dark
#wangxian
organized crime au where omega siren wwx is held captive by the wen syndicate β crime lord lwj saves him and brings him home to the jingshi ππ
#DarkLanZhan
nhs: wei ying, you told me yourself that he comes home in bloodstained clothes like, all the time
wy: MAYBE HE STOPPED AT THE BUTCHER
nhs: wei ying you told me heβs a vegetarian π
they glance at him with big, pretty eyes that seem so innocent and sad, and then, shyly, they rest their face in the palm of his hand, nuzzling affectionately as they flick their gaze up at him, as if asking for affection.
β
lan wangji does not want to be here.
he does not care about wen chaoβs gardens, or his priceless black market art, or his excessive armory, or his harem of live-in whores.
β
in the end, itβs a simple operation.
lan wangji considers a number of paths, and decides on the simplest, most straightforward approach.
he entrusts the pool to jingyi.
then, he has dinner with his brother.
lan wangji cannot help but feel hopelessly endeared at the sight. how innocent and sweet this being is, tilting their head to the side to regard him with curiosity, with caution, flicking their tail shyly like a playful cat.
lan wangji turns his gaze to the distant, misty expression in the sirenβs eyes. they look back at him, and then turn their gaze down, and oh-
thatβs sadness. loneliness.
seven years of cruelty and captivity. seven years of refusing to eat unless starved.
their eyes are wide and innocent, with light silver irises that are too brilliant to be real.
lan wangji is ruined. something has become unsettled in him, like a cosmic shift.
impossible.
lan wangji is speechless.
the scale of it is incomprehensible. lan wangji couldnβt begin to guess how many pearls there are. they are each so small, and there are so, so many of them. they have filled the tank to an astonishing depth.
and then he finds out that itβs a set up, heβs cornered by people who want to frame him and kill him, heβs vastly outnumbered and he can barely defend himselfβ¦ and then during all the chaos of it, the worst possible thing happens
lwj touches his hair gently, tucking it behind his ear once more, and wwx whimpers
moments later, lwj is curling close to him, stroking his hair, and they are kissing, wordless and tentative, like a secret
the dark curtain of hair falls to the side, revealing the most beautiful face lan wangji has ever seen.
if he was still holding the glass wen chao had handed him, lan wangji thinks he might have dropped it at this moment.
beautiful isnβt a strong enough word. this person, this being, surpasses all notions of human beauty. their face is almost unnervingly pretty. delicate and striking in a way thatβs almost confusing. lan wangji cannot help but stare in wonder and rapturous disbelief.
lan wangji swallows the lump in his throat, breathing carefully as the siren holds their bare wrist close to themself, curling protectively around it, as they drop their gaze demurely and tentatively offer him their other wrist.
so shy.
wwx died thinking there was no place left for him in the world and when he came back to life he was kidnapped by a guy who always hated him but now is acting nice and maybe even a little romantic. why wouldnβt he be confused!!!
wei ying shook his head, feeling both shocked and pleased at lan zhanβs insistence.
βstudy with me, at the library.β
and then, almost hesitantly.
βif you like.β
wei ying bit back an exuberant smile.
there is nothing more interesting, more compelling than this.
lan wangji has spent the majority of his life in a cold indifference, deriving pleasure from carefully regulated violence and cruelty.
he has never felt something like this before. he has never even imagined it.
the siren nudges their cheek against his hand, and gazes up at him so pitifully, like theyβre asking for more. like all they want is this, someone to touch them, to show them a modicum of affection.
the siren doesnβt say anything, but they allow themselves to be guided into the net, looking at lan wangji with innocent, trusting eyes all the while.
lan wangji frowns at that, and turns his attention back to the siren. they look back at him, meeting his gaze with big, sad eyes that are full of expression and comprehension.
wen chao is a fool.
how captivating. how unbelievably captivating this creature is.
lan wangji is utterly done for. there is no rationality left in him. he has fallen into the deep end of some vast and all-consuming want.
itβs honestly crazy to me how many people believe ao3 has some sort of algorithmβ¦ it really feels like algorithm based websites have become such a norm that people just expect it and donβt know how to self-regulate outside of one
at this, lan xichen flushes, cheeks turning pink at a startling rate. βoh, jingyi. thatβs- before this, I was withβ¦β
lan xichen tapers off, expression falling and face paling.
lan wangji inhales sharply, having come to the same conclusion. βjin guangyao.β
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and then, lan wangji sees it. a fresh tear, racing down that pretty face, twisted in such a pitiful, hurt expression. the drop of a pearl, floating down to settle with the others, indistinguishable in the vast sea of them.
he has never seen them smile before. not once. but now, wrapped in his oversized bathrobe, curled up in this big porcelain tub, the softest, shyest smile overtakes their face, their eyes scrunched up into little crescent moons, and lan wangji is done for, utterly done for.
itβs an aquarium. an elaborate, cylindrical aquarium, right in the center of the room. and inside of it... inside, there is a /person/.
it shouldnβt be possible, what heβs seeing.
lan wangji sets his untouched glass down, on a table.
he takes a step closer.
the knowledge gives lan wangji a terrible thrill. to be here, suspended together with such a beautiful predator, to make himself vulnerable before them in a show of trust, evokes a strange instinctual satisfaction, like he has passed some test, some trial.
the siren tilts their head to the side, regarding him with a strange, almost vulnerable expression in their luminous eyes. their hair shifts with the movement, spilling over their shoulder with impossible fluidity.
it breaks the laws of physics. it should be impossible.
lan wangji has never seen an image of suffering so beautiful, so stirring. it makes his heart ache.
βseven years.β he breathes, watching another pearl drop, disappearing into the bulk of them.
lan wangji turns his gaze back to the siren, in solemn agreement.
this being is far too precious, too delicate and terrifying to be left in the hands of wen chao.
/seven years./
instead, lan wangji has been met with such sensitive, easy affection. he strokes the sirenβs hair gently, enraptured in the way they shyly turn their cheek into his palm, in the feeling of their gentle fingers clinging affectionately to his wrist.
#DarkLanZhan
#Day6
βthe only one left by his side (isolation)β
vampire hunter lwj x vampire atticwife wwx
cw // π dubcon, bondage, captivity, manipulation, slight body horror, a little bit of whump and angst
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the exit from wen chaoβs manor is efficient and straightforward. lan wangji has arranged it so that the siren is carried all the way, suspended in the net they were retrieved in, with a blanket wrapped around it for warmth.
lan wangji does not reply. wen chao has not captured his attention.
this being, this person who is so terrifyingly beautiful, bare skin and long glossy hair, a flash of impossible black scales and red fins, chained up in a bed of pearls, has captured his attention.
jc: heβs clearly dangerous, you idiot. heβs literally surrounded by his henchmen wherever he goes
wy: jiang cheng those are BODYGUARDS π lan zhan is a very important businessman, you wouldnβt understand
wen chao smiles slyly at lan wangji, as if delighting in this moment, in that he has enraptured someone with his cruelty.
he has no way of knowing that lan wangjiβs heart is in his throat, that murderous rage is surging through his veins.
jyl: Iβm so happy for you, a-xian, but donβt you think this is moving a little fast??
wy: jiejie!! itβs just because lan zhan is so worried about me!! especially after all those shootings outside my old apartment
lan wangji finds himself smiling softly, overcome with some strangely gentle impulse. the sirenβs nervous gaze softens at this, and they search lan wangjiβs expression curiously, like the beginnings of some fragile trust.
lan wangji swallows roughly at the thought, watching as they scrunch up their face in discomfort, blinking groggily like theyβre reluctant to awaken.
to see such a gorgeous, otherworldly being behave like this is incredibly stirring. itβs a sight thatβs almost unbearably cute.
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lan wangji carries the siren into the master bathroom suite. he settles them gently into the deep porcelain tub, careful of the way they fall heavily where he rests them, lolling to the side like theyβre on the verge of sinking to the bottom of the tub.
lan wangjiβs stomach turns, as wen chao greets her, with a hand on her waist and a cruel smile tugging at his lips. heβs carelessly adorned this woman in tears that should be priceless, that transcend all notions of what is possible.
their eyes are wide and skittish as if overwhelmed by sensation, and theyβre panting, soft and wet.
thereβs something utterly enchanting about the sight of them soaking wet like this, breathing soft and misty puffs of cold air above the chilled water.
lan wangji seriously doubts that.
/you are a mad dog/, he thinks, as he watches wen chao toy with the pearls around his womanβs throat. /you should be put down./
he slowly retrieves the lockpick tools from a pocket in his wetsuit, and holds them out, carefully telegraphing his motions. the siren tracks his movements, their gaze softening into curiosity.
they open their eyes, looking at him with a soft question in their gaze, with an expression that is so impossibly sweet and pitiful, and lan wangji strokes the side of their face gently, one last time, like a reassurance.
lan wangji watches him silently, as if in confirmation. wen chao reacts predictably.
βno, no, Iβve never tried that. my friend was very adamant that it must be saltwater. I donβt want to kill him. heβs far too precious for that.β
what a beautiful sight they are, so undone with just the gentlest touch. lan wangji could never have fathomed this. he had prepared himself for a process of gentle coaxing, careful persuasion. he has sedatives in his pocket, in the event that persuasion was ineffective.
lan wangji is only tolerating this tour because he must, because wen ruohan wants to expand their business together, and lan xichen is currently occupied in business with the jins.
wen chao pauses, and taps his finger against the glass. βitβs really a sight to behold. he might look pretty, but heβs a predator, through and through. this is military-grade bulletproof glass.β
lan wangji swallows roughly. the person is stirring properly now. the movement of their body is strangely elegant, sinuous as they flick their tail and brace themselves against the shifting bed of pearls, lifting their head and turning their face-
oh.
the siren shudders at this, curling longingly into his touch, clinging affectionately to his wrist. their eyelashes tremble and fall shut, and their lips part ever so slightly.
βdo you trust me?β he breathes. βlet me take you away from this place.β
the siren stares at him, eyebrows furrowed together slightly as if in confusion.
as if they hadnβt understood a word he said.
the siren - for that is what they must be - blinks a few times, gaze sharping in awareness and flitting over the occupants of the room, settling on lan wangji.