sentient chenqing
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A Matter of Closure by mrcformoso
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Audio Drama), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Webcomic)
31 Oct 2023
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“Hey, A-Zhan?” “Mn?” “Let’s go on an adventure.”
Bored of staying in seclusion, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan decide to celebrate their wedding on their own terms, bringing A-Yuan to a secret family outing to travel as rogue cultivators. The original plan was to spend the time tying up loose ends, having that long-overdue conversation…
However, there were consequences that Lan Zhan didn’t take into account when he decided to reverse time. Far-reaching consequences that changed the timeline, that changed certain people. It all started with a report of fierce corpses, and a young demonic cultivator…
Or: WangXian try to go on honeymoon, but find a night hunt along the way. Also, communication.
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- Part 4 of A Matter of Time
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Once Again, The Silver Fades by aeden_moon
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
25 Jan 2025
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Who would have thought Sizhui could cry this hard? Hyperventilating and vomiting on the ground? None. None at all. After all, what reason can make their Head Disciple do this? Wei Wuxian apparently.
Morning was supposed to be happy, not depressing, not painful, and absolutely not horrifying. This was not a good morning to him, to all of them. After all, what’s a good morning if he cannot see his Baba’s smile?
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Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
17 May 2020
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The rumors have been going around for weeks now. Even Lan Wangji, who never pays attention to gossip, has heard it, filtering up through the rafters of the store to where he sits in the alcove, digging through the books of magic. The moving castle is back, they whisper, in low voices, in the bookstore his brother runs. On the hills above the city, there’s a castle that crawls like a centipede, made of black brick. Smokes pours from its chimneys. He’s here, they whisper. Wei Wuxian. The demonic cultivator, in his moving castle, roaming around the Yiling Wastes.
Howl's Moving Castle AU
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❤️Castle in the Wastes
by ailuridae (abigailnicole)
Wangxianficrecs post here. (Archived.)Oh, MDZS fits so perfectly into Howl's Moving Castle. I'd never thought about it before, but Author does it seamlessly and it's vivid and gorgeous and fast-moving. It's not a rehash, by any means, it has its own storyline, which is brilliant, and yet STILL fits to Howl. Wwx is so exhausted and strained and overworked and he keeps too many secrets and lets no one help him. A-Yuan is adorable, old enough in this to be an apprentice (although only for the past few months) and wonderfully helpful. And Lwj just, steps in and takes his place and does his best to help Wwx, befriend Chenqing and teach A-Yuan. Even in this aged body with its tragically weakened core.
Gah, I loved everything about this story!
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He picks at dinner, staring over at the fire. “Something feels wrong,” he says, when Lan Wangji gives him a questioning look. “Something with Senior Wei. It feels…squiggly,” A-Yuan says, waving his fingers. “Like the air’s gone wavy, or something. Just since he’s been gone all day.”
In more precise terms, what A-Yuan is describing would be called a surge of resentful energy. Things in the house are reacting to it, and have been all day; plants wilting in the windowsill in full sun, a loaf of fresh bread cut open to reveal blooming mold, pots falling off shelves with no warning and hitting A-Yuan in the head, swords they cleaned yesterday are today covered in stains. Talismans flutter on the arms on the bookshelf, on the leg on the floor. Lan Wangji finds one of his robes dark with foul-smelling, unidentified black fluid that doesn’t come out after scrubbing. The air feels thick. Chenqing is low, skulking in the hearth, and doesn’t come out when A-Yuan tries to coax the fire up with fresh logs, kindling, even eggs.
Lan Wangji watches the fire sink low, and doesn’t respond when A-Yuan wonders aloud if Chenqing is in a bad mood. He knows a demon spread thin, knows a pale clone when he sees one. He wonders where Wei Wuxian is, what he’s doing, that the bulk of Chenqing’s power is needed somewhere else. Worry feels damp on the back of his neck.