from wangxian as iconic vines to xiyao's no-homo bro stuff that made nie mingjue qi deviate. you also get ur sassy mf jin ling, h o r n y af xue yang, me screaming jiang cheng is my daddy, lan zhan and wei ying repeatedly declaring how gay they are. :(

Part 10. All other parts equally good!

It's been years since I've uploaded a vid. I blame my friend who got me into this fandom -_-' . I have other ideas so I'm gonna call this one the first. All the songs and dialogue can be found in the credits.

Nie Huaisang flips his fan shut with a fluid pivot of his wrist and taps it to his own mouth, signalling for Jiang Cheng to lower his voice. “So you can see just how serious this is! If it’s found out, we’ll really be in some strife.” “We?” Jiang Cheng gapes at him, and does not lower his voice at all. “We?! There is no we in this! This is a problem of your own making, it can be a problem of your own solving!”

"Lan Zhan!” Wuxian exclaims as soon as the door to Lan Wangji's apartment opens. “Fake-date me!” The door slams shut in his face. or, The Best Laid Plans of Wei Wuxian.

Lan Zhan looked too old, sometimes, staring into the blinding sun of dawn. He looked like he had gone somewhere Wei Wuxian couldn’t follow, beyond the scope of the horizon. Resentful energy swirled black and terrible at that thought, and Wei Wuxian laughed it to shattering pieces. Lan Zhan had stayed, but that didn’t mean he would forever.

”I’d like to tie you up.” A laugh bubbled out of Wei Wuxian at the unexpected words, and he turned further in his spot to lean over the table and so get closer to his husband. Ink and paper were quickly forgotten on the floor. ”Like with your ribbon? I liked that,” he said, grinning up at Lan Wangji, who was sitting perfectly straight as always. ”No. Properly.”

A fic based lightly on a reddit post— "I (21f) have a crush on my roommate (20f). I can't figure out if she actually likes me back or not or is just being friendly. She cooks for me and knows all my favorite foods, and brings me lunch. She buys me anything I want, and her family all joke about our wedding. I once fell asleep on her lap and when I woke up she was stroking my hair and I almost had a stroke. I can't figure out if she's flirting with me or not. Help!"

It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him. “Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?” “It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

A hand pressed into the hollow of his hips, stroked the skin there. He shuddered, thrusting up, but couldn’t move. His ass was long since open and stretched, but the man hadn’t fucked in; his cock was long since hard and weeping, but the man hadn’t let him cum. All he had done, for long minutes, was whisper praise into his skin. Jiang Cheng was going to break.

"请原谅我多情的打扰" Lan Wangji is, for some contrived reason, dragged to a strip club and forced to confront his own repression. Wei Wuxian is, due to Lan Wangji's inexplicably terrible luck, also in his class.

The reason Wei Wuxian had told him to look at this on the plane, Lan Xichen realizes, is that Lan Xichen will find it difficult to murder him from cruising altitude. Or, Lan Xichen finds his dating life taken out of his own hands.

Nie Huaisang's mother is a prostitute, and that changes everything.

Lan Wangji has a fantasy. Wei Wuxian gets several clues.

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened." Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal. "You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?" Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now." Wei Wuxian starts again from the beginning.

Jiang Cheng is a survivor--his strength has seen him through the death of his parents, the destruction and rebuilding of Lotus Pier, and the loss of both of his siblings. Nie Huaisang can't imagine the weight that still lingers--and he'll do everything he can to unload it, piece by piece. Even if he has to start with something as simple as teaching him that there's nothing wrong with being soft.

Dark eyes catch his from across the room and Nie Huaisang pauses as Jiang Cheng spreads an arm across the back of the couch he occupies alone, idly swirling his drink in his other hand. The lush fabric of the sofa looks almost magenta in this light and plays beautifully off the deep purple and sharp lines of Jiang Cheng’s suit, making him a splash of vibrancy in a room otherwise dominated by boring blacks and muted tones. The sofa is also the sole piece of furniture in the room, besides the bar and the high tables. The message is unmistakable: this is Jiang territory, and everyone else is a visitor. Receptions are good for seeing and being seen, and Nie Huaisang likes what he sees at this one.

Jin Guangyao is careful to keep his face pleasant and neutral when he attends his father. There is much Jin Guangshan needn't know, least of all Jin Guangyao's plans for the future. Some plans, of course, are more pleasant than others, and worth dwelling on during a dull moment at Koi Tower.

Ribbons & Bells ❀ Flowers (Lotus & Lillies) His core is gone. Wei Wuxian has been captured. Jiang Cheng has only one choice left if he has any hope of defeating the Wens, and that's to pray to the gods — the Twin Jades of Gusu.

His voice is soft, wistful for days gone by, and Jiang Cheng finds himself reaching out, his hand heavy on Nie Huaisang’s thin shoulder. Nie Huaisang looks at him, eyes wide in sincere surprise, which gives way to a smile so wide it crinkles the corners of his eyes, so real and beautiful. The way he had in Gusu, wet hair stuck to pale skin, eyes honey-gold under the summer sun; before his brother’s death, before Sect Leader Nie, when they were only Jiang-xiong and Huaisang-xiong, when it was all so simple – Jiang Cheng's requirements in a partner.

“We have to get up?” Wei Wuxian prompts him. Lan Wangji nods. “Jiang Wanyin said the Wen Clan will be brought in to the conference.” In his arms, Wei Wuxian stiffens. He shakes himself out of Lan Wangji’s hold, sitting upright and brushing his hair back from his face. Incongruous with his love-kissed body and the golden light shining over his skin, his eyes sharpen. A glint, dark as obsidian, replaces the dreamy clouds of a moment before. Lan Wangji mourns the simple happiness, even as he leans in to look at those eyes. “We should go,” Wei Wuxian says. His voice is soft rain, the promise of an oncoming storm. Hanguang-Jun shocks the Four Great Clans by standing beside the Yiling Patriarch and performing a ritual to prove that Wei Wuxian remains on the righteous path. If only every problem could be solved by so simple an act.

Jiang Cheng has gradually acquired several new, interesting markings - and new, interesting ways to use them.

By the time he’s done bathing, Huaisang is naked by the bed, setting his cock down on the table and picking up a jar. “Face down on the bed, A-Cheng,” he says absently, pouring oil into his hands and rubbing them together to warm them up. “You’re not gonna get strapped in?” He laughs lightly at Jiang Cheng’s confusion. “In a bit. I want to help you relax, not make you more tense.” His hands get oil all over Jiang Cheng’s arms as he drags him onto the bed, and he straddles his back once Jiang Cheng is in position. And then his fingers press hard into a knot Jiang Cheng didn’t even know he had in his shoulder, and Jiang Cheng melts into the sheets with a breathy moan.

In the wake of intracity warfare, Jiang Cheng finds himself engaged by proxy to Nie Huaisang in an effort to build ties between their sects. The fragile peace is short-lived, however, and with the strands of magic and the alliances that hold the city together fraying apart, Jiang Cheng must decide where he stands in order to save what he loves.

xiii. no stranger to love “Houston, we have a problem,” says Phichit Chulanont as he looks up from his phone.

“You know, you’re the one to beat this year,” Jiang Cheng offers helpfully, having seen the glare from right next to him. “Hanguang-jun’s been through juniors with the rest of us, he knows all of our tics. You’re an unknown variable, since he’s never competed against you before.” “Thanks,” says Wei Wuxian drily. “That’s very comforting.” Or: five nighthunting competitions where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were rivals, and one where they weren't.

or, one hundred and thirty-three principles of the Gusu Lan, pertaining to the state of marriage *** He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes. That impression does not last.

In an effort to become the 'beauty' that is part of Jiang Cheng's type, Nie Huaisang decides to give putting on makeup a whirl. It's purely an accident he becomes youtube and instagram famous in the process. And Jiang Cheng remains oblivious.

Wei Wuxian can’t sleep. Luckily, Hanguang-jun’s ASMR videos help. A modern AU in which they are all video bloggers and Wei Wuxian cries a lot.

or, Catharsis: The Fic In which Wei Wuxian, shortly after being called into Mo Xuanyu’s body, is further forced into the past, where he proceeds to tumble his way into absolutely nailing a time travel fix-it.

After their end, a plea and a wish for things to have been different by Lan Xichen sends Nie Mingjue and Jin GuangYao back in time and gives them a chance to do better. With their knowledge of the 'future' they came from, they have to figure out how to deal with each other.

“Thank you, A-Ning,” she ran her fingers through his hair and felt her heart tighten as he gave her a bright smile. What wouldn’t she give for his smile to never disappear? What wouldn’t she bear for his eyes to retain their color? What wouldn’t she do for his heart to keep beating? Wen Qing dies, Wen Qing lives. A second chance to make things right.

"By the Heavens, did you hear? The Yiling Patriarch has been invited to the Discussion Conference in Qinghe!" Gossip was, by far, the fastest way for information to spread. "What! Whose idea was that!?" It was not the most accurate or most reliable method, but people were people, and the tedium of daily life would always bore them. "I heard it was the Nie Sect leader's suggestion." ---------- After thirteen years in the Burial Mounds, the Yiling Patriarch finally makes a public reappearance. Civilians are scared. Cultivators are outraged. Sect Leaders are concerned. Wei Wuxian has been too quiet, they say, and nobody knows what dark horrors the Burial Mounds may now contain. Wei Wuxian wouldn't quite call them dark horrors, but the description wasn't too far off. (tl;dr Wei Wuxian lives, raises a whole gaggle of demonic cultivator children, and the cultivation world panics.)

“Please...” Sexual frustration and desperation fill the room, but instead of giving him what he desires, Lan Wangji takes the oil and coats his own hand, staring at it with determination. “I want to know how it feels” Wei Wuxian chokes.

It happens a few more times, always with just the thinnest veneer of bro-y joking, until Xiao Zhan figures this is just a thing they do sometimes. Casual sexting among friends must just be something Yibo needs, and Xiao Zhan is selfishly glad he gets to provide it for him. He doesn't think about who else Yibo might have figured out as well as he's figured out Xiao Zhan, who else might get to do this with Yibo.

Back at home, when he has time to examine it more closely, it quickly becomes obvious why this ritual never turned up in all his early research. It's not a typical soul summoning ritual. It's not a cultivation ritual at all; as Nie Huaisang puzzles through it, the closest category he can put it in is folk magic...not only that, but sex magic.

A fake relationship for the sake of revenge had sounded like a good idea to Wanyin at the time.

Everyone thinks that the elegant imposing Lan Wangji must be an alpha. Wei Wuxian however will learn the truth once the baby fever hits both of them.

Nie Huaisang has noticed something about the way Jiang Cheng takes compliments; Nie Huaisang has a theory, and he intends to test it out.

There is more here than an embarrassing discovery, Meng Yao is sure. The message summoning Meng Yao to the Nie family wing had been written in Nie Huaisang’s careful calligraphy, and this room is not so busy that he could not have heard Meng Yao knocking, nor failed to hear Meng Yao calling his name. Twice. Nonetheless, walking in on Nie Huaisang reading an extensive collection of pornography came as a bit of a surprise.

When Wei Ying comes up with a new request, Lan Wangji learns something new about himself: he actually really likes bottoming.

Lan Wangji is alot of things. He is intelligent, well-mannered, loyal and unfortunately an omega.

Nie Huaisang looks at him. ‘You are confusing me, Clan Leader Jiang, perhaps I misunderstand, but…’ ‘You didn’t misunderstand. You don’t misunderstand. You understand all of it.’ For six months Jiang Cheng has been mulling this over, and now with Nie Huaisang in front of him he can’t figure out if he most wants to knock him down or kneel at his feet. What he does is try and breathe. Clench his hands at his sides. ‘And now I am going to ask you to do something for me. You have to do something for me. You have to help Jin Ling.’

‘Don’t indulge in pleasure,’ was perfectly comprehensible - at fourteen Lan Wangji already knew that that meant no second helping of stew, even if you were still hungry, and definitely no more little cakes, your mother should never have made those for you to try in the first place. - Or Five Times Lan Wangji learnt something about sex

"I don't know if I should be proud of you or appalled."

Meng Shi doesn't quite know what she saw, but she knows this much. Something is wrong with her son.

Lan Wangji had never had call to perform the spell of silent communication before he and Wei Wuxian joined together to fight Xuanwu. He figured it was temporary. Spoiler alert: it wasn't. Or: the AU in which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian psychically bond in the cave, Wei Wuxian overhears Lan Wangji thinking about the fact that he actually likes him, and after several minutes of confusion, is fully on board with this.

Wen Ning has been receiving gifts. Wei Wuxian doesn't know who's sending them. Lan Wangji is accidentally keeping a secret.

“And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!” Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?” Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.