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October 2021 Fanfic Recs
Here are some of the fics I enjoyed in October:
MDZS/CQL Fic Recs
Faire Thee Well, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 77k, teen
Thanks toout_there for the rec! Check out my recent Take Your Fandom To Work (Or Play) Fic Recs post for more fics like this.
Happy For Now, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 79k, explicit
Keep Up, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 27k, explicit
Knight Hunt! Phoenix Mountain, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 51k, explicit
a light hidden and singing, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 48k, explicit
Out of your system, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 20k, explicit
Troika, gen, 3k, general audiences
until our marrows mix, Jin Guangyao/Nie Huaisang, 12k, explicit
⚠ mind the tags
Happy reading!
MDZS/CQL Fic Recs
Faire Thee Well, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 77k, teen
Thanks to
out_there for the rec! Check out my recent Take Your Fandom To Work (Or Play) Fic Recs post for more fics like this.In which Wei Ying does magic tricks, Lan Zhan sells flower crowns, and Mingjue is a blacksmith, because the whole gang works at the Renaissance Faire and no one quite knows how to function.
Happy For Now, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 79k, explicit
Wei Ying abandons her suitcase to investigate the sleeping situation, already coming up with a hundred reasons not to inconvenience Lan Zhan by stealing half of her fucking bed, and then gets a better look at it.
It's huge. Wei Ying has seen a king bed before, and this is bigger than that. Is that a California King? Is that what those huge-ass orgy beds are called? There are parking spaces smaller than this bed. Wei Ying has lived in apartments smaller than this bed.
“You know,” Wei Ying says thoughtfully, “I'll level with you. I was gonna volunteer to sleep on the couch, or steal some pillows and blankets and sleep in the bathtub, but then I saw this monstrosity. Lan Zhan, look at this fucking bed.”
Lan Zhan rests her hands on the room divider, her face softly amused. “I am looking.”
“We could tend a whole herd of sheep on this bed,” Wei Ying says, warming to her subject. “We could cross the Pacific Ocean and weather any storm on this bed. Fuck, Lan Zhan, I could stage an entire community theatre production of Chicago on this bed.”
Or: There was only one bed, but that part's fine, actually.
It's huge. Wei Ying has seen a king bed before, and this is bigger than that. Is that a California King? Is that what those huge-ass orgy beds are called? There are parking spaces smaller than this bed. Wei Ying has lived in apartments smaller than this bed.
“You know,” Wei Ying says thoughtfully, “I'll level with you. I was gonna volunteer to sleep on the couch, or steal some pillows and blankets and sleep in the bathtub, but then I saw this monstrosity. Lan Zhan, look at this fucking bed.”
Lan Zhan rests her hands on the room divider, her face softly amused. “I am looking.”
“We could tend a whole herd of sheep on this bed,” Wei Ying says, warming to her subject. “We could cross the Pacific Ocean and weather any storm on this bed. Fuck, Lan Zhan, I could stage an entire community theatre production of Chicago on this bed.”
Or: There was only one bed, but that part's fine, actually.
Keep Up, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 27k, explicit
“She was going to kiss me,” Wei Ying says, muffled, into his hands.
Lan Zhan makes sure he keeps his breaths even. “Hm,” he says. Wei Ying looks up at him, wild: a little tipsy, perhaps. Confused, in a panic. His mouth is red like he’s been kissed—he hasn’t. He’s a lip biter, has a habit of picking at his dry lips, the winter sores at the corner of his mouth. It drives Lan Zhan to madness. He dreams of Wei Ying’s puffy mouth, often, sometimes with the real Wei Ying in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. On mornings like those he wakes up in a cloud of embarrassment—hobbling to the bathroom at dawn, running a loud shower to hide the sounds. Wei Ying sleeps on.
“How do I—” Wei Ying starts, stops. He then lets out a single laugh, another. He says: “Oh my god. How do I kiss? Lan Zhan, how do I kiss?”
*
Or: Wei Ying has a girlfriend now. Wei Ying doesn't want his best friend to lag behind.
Lan Zhan makes sure he keeps his breaths even. “Hm,” he says. Wei Ying looks up at him, wild: a little tipsy, perhaps. Confused, in a panic. His mouth is red like he’s been kissed—he hasn’t. He’s a lip biter, has a habit of picking at his dry lips, the winter sores at the corner of his mouth. It drives Lan Zhan to madness. He dreams of Wei Ying’s puffy mouth, often, sometimes with the real Wei Ying in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. On mornings like those he wakes up in a cloud of embarrassment—hobbling to the bathroom at dawn, running a loud shower to hide the sounds. Wei Ying sleeps on.
“How do I—” Wei Ying starts, stops. He then lets out a single laugh, another. He says: “Oh my god. How do I kiss? Lan Zhan, how do I kiss?”
*
Or: Wei Ying has a girlfriend now. Wei Ying doesn't want his best friend to lag behind.
Knight Hunt! Phoenix Mountain, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 51k, explicit
"Contestants get paid by the week. The longer you stay in the running and the more you charm the fans, the bigger your paycheck after the season wraps. People compete on Knight Hunt for fame, fortune and love. In that order."
a light hidden and singing, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 48k, explicit
Since he was a child, since Lan Wangji had first become aware of his own alienating effect on others, he has long resigned himself to a loveless marriage. Perhaps even a companionate one, so long as his partner was agreeable and unbothersome and let him have his own space.
He could not have even begun to predict Wei Wuxian.
(A canonverse arranged marriage fic.)
He could not have even begun to predict Wei Wuxian.
(A canonverse arranged marriage fic.)
Out of your system, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, 20k, explicit
“Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.”
*
Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.
*
Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.
Troika, gen, 3k, general audiences
“So,” Lan Xichen said after a while. “We’ve been sharing dreams.”
“It certainly appears that way,” Nie Mingjue agreed.
“How do we make it stop?” Jin Guangyao wanted to know.
(in which the sworn brotherhood ceremony is accompanied by an unexpected mental bond)
“It certainly appears that way,” Nie Mingjue agreed.
“How do we make it stop?” Jin Guangyao wanted to know.
(in which the sworn brotherhood ceremony is accompanied by an unexpected mental bond)
until our marrows mix, Jin Guangyao/Nie Huaisang, 12k, explicit
⚠ mind the tags
After Nie Mingjue's death, Jin Guangyao begins his ascent. He also takes Nie Huaisang as a lover because he's so helpless, so hapless and in so much pain.
Huaisang's at least one of those things.
Huaisang's at least one of those things.
Happy reading!
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