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vampire!wwx threadfic! in which vampires exist in a modern cultivation au, lwj is investigating a string of strange deaths, and wwx is a vampire he can’t seem to kill. feat. misunderstandings, daring rescues, consensually sexy blood drinking, & a happy ending Heart exclamation

In order to pay off a debt that's not his, Shang Qinghua agrees to marry a man that's as cold and unyielding as he is stupidly rich. “Marriage?” His voice breaks over the word like it’s a curse. “Really? Doesn’t it feel a bit irrational?” “Are you planning to pay off an eight-figure debt with this job and a host job?” Mobei Jun asks, and Shang Qinghua almost wants to throttle him. Though, if his wallet didn’t have a direct funnel to his dad’s bank account, Shang Qinghua might actually have been a little comfortable. “That’s not what I meant!” Shang Qinghua huffs, his head still spinning. As far as being a married man goes, Shang Qinghua is nowhere near ready. “What?” Mobei Jun raises a single eyebrow. “Were you looking to marry for love?”

“Don’t be so vulgar,” says Wei Ying, patting Lan Zhan’s knee with a grin. “I’m just vibing on ice. You break a few bones. Win some, lose some. All in the name of the game.” “There is no such rule in the rulebook.” “Aiya, Lan Zhan, I can’t believe you go around memorizing rulebooks. No wonder you don’t break any bones.” “Breaking a bone is not an accomplishment, Wei Ying.” “Then all your bones will be brittle and sad, like wilted romaine lettuce.” Wei Ying and Lan Zhan post-game, in the locker room.

“A-Yuan,” a voice says from inside the house, and then Lan Wangji comes into view, and — god, was he always this tall? Had Wei Ying really not noticed that, back at the Academy? Lan Wangji is really fucking tall. He’s wearing a soft blue button-down today, and his hair is tied back again, but he’s in socks and slippers. The socks have a cloud pattern on them. It makes him look strangely soft and vulnerable. It’s reassuring, to see that the Sexiest Man in the World wears patterned socks just like everyone else. “Baba, Wei-laoshi is here!” A-Yuan says happily, tugging on his father’s hand. “Yes, he is.” Lan Wangji dips his head in Wei Ying’s direction and gently steers A-Yuan back into the front hall. “Let’s step aside and allow him to come in. Wei Ying, thank you for making time in your schedule.” “Ah, no need for thanks,” Wei Ying says airily, standing up again. “Money exchanged for goods and services, right? You’re paying me for it!” (Or: Wei Ying gets a commission, a tutoring job, and a hopeless crush.)

Meng Yao and Wei Ying are not in love with one another, but they make do with what they have. In which Meng Yao and Wei Ying want to fuck their respective Lans, but fuck one another instead.

You know, what this fandom needs is an Easy A au

Being helpless is only dangerous if there’s a genuine threat. Being taken care of isn’t the same as being taken advantage of. Unfortunately, resentful energy doesn’t know the difference. Or, Wei Ying’s cultivation collides with his sex life.

In their first year of marriage, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan learn and grow and form the family they've always dreamed of.

R.E.D mdzs AU where LWJ is a fierce and respected up-and-coming assassin/agent dating presumed civilian WWX (who doesn’t know about his job) until he pisses off the wrong guy (possibly noticing some shady shit in his own department or just getting Ren Ruohan extra mad) and there’s suddenly people after him. So he grabs confused civvie WWX and they go on a crime roadtrip, fleeing the rent-a-swat’s on the way and assembling a team to fight back, you know how it goes. And then LWJ gets captured and is so afraid his enemies are going to kill poor civilian WWX just to torture him. And then one of Wen Chao’s teams loses contact with a cut off scream. And then another. And another. And then WWX’s voice comes out of the Walkie-talkie. “Wen Chao, long time no see. You have something of mine. I want it back.” And Wen Chao fucking squeals in fear. Anyway the punchline is that wwx is retired but the Yiling Patriach is considered something like the John Wick of that world. And LWJ was running around, thinking he was hot shit for being some pro agent, and seeing himself as WWX’s fearsome protector, only for WWX to flex on him so hard. alisgravenil1and2 #lwj on the phone: babe you gotta get out of the house its an emergency #wwx pushing the last hired gun into the acid bathtub: oh that sounds scary babe are u okay? there were people here for u but… they..left #mdzs #cql #cql au #the untamed fanfiction #r.e.d lwj to himself: wei ying is bright and innocent and i am marred with blood… i am the darkness i must protect him #wwx: *has kill on sight orders out for him in five countries & like 3 times lwj’s killcount* (via @upside-blue) Source: upside-blue

Shen Jiu tries to resist any semblance of family, and Shen Yuan refuses to let him. CEO!Binghe meets normal person Shen Yuan who happens to be Shen Jiu's cousin and decides to seduce him to fuck with Shen Jiu.

“I’ve made a decision,” Wei Wuxian announces. “Oh no,” says Jiang Cheng. “All I want for my birthday is to shove Jiejie’s soup in my face and force Lan Zhan to watch The Emperor’s New Groove for the first time.”

“Hi!” Wei Ying says. “Wow! You’re a ghost!” “Yes,” Lan Zhan says, and looks at him as if he thinks there should be more to that sentence. Because Wei Ying’s brain is a little too fast for his mouth, sometimes, he continues. “Ghostbuster,” he says, and gestures at himself. “It’s like—haha—kinda like we planned it, huh? A ghost and a Ghostbuster?” “Dear god,” Huaisang mutters behind him.

“And your-” Lan Zhan stutters on the next word, “Your dom. Are they - do they-” Take care of you the way they should. Tell you how good you are. Cherish you. “-provide adequate aftercare?” Wei Ying waves his hand. “I’m fine, really, I don’t need someone to coddle me. I’m not a child.” Lan Zhan thinks, with sudden clarity, of all of Wei Ying’s silences and he aches. - Wei Ying goes through sub drop; Lan Wangji takes care of him.

Deep in the lush forests of Gusu hides an aging resort that hosts dozens of children every summer for an unforgettable couple of weeks. It’s where Lan Wangji grew up alongside Wei Wuxian, and when his childhood friend (for the lack of a better term) surprisingly returns years later in the position of Senior Counsellor, seemingly hell bent on causing the same kind of mischief that got him kicked out of Gusu in the first place, but also taller, broader and tanner than ever before, Lan Wangji knows he’s In Trouble. Or, this fic has it all: longing looks over campfires, found family dynamics, ill-timed skinny dipping, teenagers inappropriately shipping their counsellors, LAKE MONSTERS

Wei Ying barks out a laugh. “I would love to sit in one of your lessons someday,” he says with a grin. “I wonder what kind of lecturer you are. Like, do you talk a lot? Not talk at all? Do you just stare at your students and hope that some kind of mind telepathy is able to convey your words for you?” “Of course I do not,” Lan Zhan says with a small frown. Wei Ying thinks it’s almost enough to resemble an actual human emotion, but it’s gone as quickly as it had come. (Or, Wei Ying is Lan Zhan's son's teacher, Lan Zhan is also a teacher at the same school, and everything is absolutely, one-hundred-and-ten percent a-okay.)

Five (and half) times Wei Wuxian fantasises about Lan Wangji, and one time he doesn't have to.

“Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced. He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening. He fell for it. A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel. “Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?”

Lan Zhan bundles himself out of bed, making his way back to the kitchen. It’s clean — nothing spilled, broken, or out of place. He opens the fridge, the cool air a gasp against his sleep-flushed skin. Two containers: one of soup, one of noodles, stacked neatly on top of each other. A sticky note on the lid: a rabbit, wrapped in a blanket. There’s a strange feeling in Lan Zhan’s stomach. He doesn’t think it’s the fever. (Or: Five times Wei Ying surprised Lan Zhan, and one time Lan Zhan surprised him.)

“Wei Wuxian, what have you done,” he moans aloud, anxiously carding his hands through his hair. If the discarded drafts are anything to go by… he had said… well, he had said everything he had been so careful not to say. For the past year, for the month at the Cloud Recesses after Guanyin Temple, for every moment when he had looked at Lan Zhan and felt flowers blooming in his chest. For every moment he had wanted to say: Lan Zhan, don’t leave me. Let me stay with you. Or: Wei Wuxian has a revelation, and then he does something about it.

Opalsong and Vorvayne tell you a story where: Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng make a pact to lose their virginity at Nie Huaisang's party. Jiang Yanli thinks this is a great idea and joins in. Jin Zixuan is too much of a romantic to take Yanli up on it but his wingwoman Mianmian is not. Jiang Cheng fails to notice anyone subtly trying to take him to bed (Huaisang) but does understand when Nie Mingjue asks him straight up. Wei Wuxian is too distracted by Lan Wangji to realize he is losing. OR How Jiang Yanli ends up getting both a boyfriend and a girlfriend, Jiang Cheng gets his eyes (and other parts) opened to the glory that is a Nie's sex life, and Wei Wuxian loses a bet and finally gains the love of his life.

Wei Wuxian drops his hand, leans one shoulder into the stunted door frame. “Oh. Okay. So. Why are you here, exactly?” “The Institute sent me to assist you,” the ridiculously beautiful cardigan owner says, “as your familiar.” Wei Wuxian laughs as if it’s a joke, although the man’s stony expression makes it clear that any humor gleaned from him is likely unintentional. “Well, uh, I appreciate your,” Wei Wuxian says, “you know, time, but everything is under control here, actually.” With impeccable timing, a tea-kettle sound keens from the kitchen, followed by a contained bang. — Or: Wei Wuxian is a witch, Lan Wangji is sent to be his familiar. They figure it out.

In the virtual airplane flying over the island, appropriately called Yiling, Lan Zhan watches as bits and pieces of the island load in. There are many Statues of David, a gothic teacup ride, and, from what Lan Zhan can see, an entire field of spoiled turnips. hanguang-jun @hanguangjun Do you need turnips to sell? timmy and tommy in a trenchcoat @yilinglaozu oh! no haha! 😅 those are from a while ago but my brother insists i keep them there for the ~aesthetic~

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are tied together with a red thread, but it doesn't mean everything is easy.

When you let the dead in, it takes a toll on you. There hasn’t been a single exception in history. (Or: second heir to the renowned Lan exorcist clan Lan Zhan takes medium Wei Ying home after a difficult exorcism. He's in for a long night.)

A meet-cute, a first date, a sleepover.

Wei Wuxian meets his match. Or Lan Qiren gets deaged thanks to a curse and is a bigger gremlin than anyone could have imagined. The most rule abiding adults sometimes make the most rebellious teenagers.

Lan Wangji leaned forward to lick the sweat off of Wei Wuxian’s neck. “I am fucking you,” he said as Wei Wuxian started to whine. He took his hand away, blinking his way back into the jingshi. Lan Wangji was laying there as unruffled as ever. “You really like the begging, huh?” Wei Wuxian said weakly. Lan Wangji’s smile was so warm, his eyes so soft. He said, “Wei Ying’s voice is pleasing to me.” --- Wei Wuxian can read Lan Wangji's mind. He's surprised by what he finds there.

The landlady says, "How many rooms would you like, sir?" at Lan Wangji, in a way that strongly implies that Wei Wuxian had better not be chasing after a handsome alpha cultivator trying to return him to the bosom of his family before Wei Wuxian managed to irretrievably compromise himself. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to say "Two, please, auntie," in an effort to save Lan Wangji's reputation, but before the words leave his mouth, Lan Wangji says, "One." Both Wei Wuxian and the landlady stare at him. It's clear that the landlady is trying to figure out if this upright-looking cultivator is the one actually taking advantage of a scrawny omega with donkey shit on his boots, but Wei Wuxian isn't much less confused.

Lan Zhan is convinced to bring his boyfriend home to meet his family. What he doesn't know is that Wei Ying is a former disciple of the Jiang who was kicked out in disgrace. None of this would have happened if he and his brother hadn't been sent to boarding school after their mother's death.

Wei Ying is at his first Grand Final, rated fifth in the solo cultivator rankings, with the Qishan and Lanling silver medals tucked away in his sock drawer, and he’s about to walk into the arena for a match that everyone knows he’s going to lose. A modern competitive cultivation AU.