Real bold of MDZS and Erha to not only make me seethingly endure the long-standing misunderstanding trope, but actively enjoy the resulting story.
How very dare!
How fit is cwn in mo ran arm ..
2 Heads - Coleman Hell | Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool - Editors | Everything at Once - Lenka | everything i wanted - Billie Eilish | Young Man in America - Anaïs Mitchell | Genghis Khan - Miike Snow | Utilities - The Weakerthans | A Better Place, a Better Time - Toh Kay | The Thorny Thicket - The Submarines | The Light - Regina Spektor | My Body is a Cage - Arcade Fire | Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes | The River, the Woods - Astronautalis | House By The Sea - Moddi
track notes under the cut
2 Heads - Coleman Hell our love’s a monster with two heads and one heartbeat
Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool - Editors I don’t wanna be ignored
Everything at Once - Lenka as mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth as deep as a bite, as dark as the night as sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
everything i wanted - Billie Eilish I had a dream I got everything I wanted not what you’d think, and if I’m being honest it might have been a nightmare
Young Man In America - Anaïs Mitchell I might grow to such a size blow in like a hurricane, everyone will know my name
Genghis Khan - Miike Snow I get a little bit Genghis Khan Don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me
Utilities - The Weakerthans I just wish I were a toothbrush or a solder gun Make me something somebody can use
A Better Place, a Better Time - Toh Kay I guarantee that you’ll wake in a better place, in a better time
The Thorny Thicket - The Submarines here in the clearing two hearts undeceiving no prickers, no briars to upset our meeting
The Light - Regina Spektor each day I open up my eyes and start again
My Body is a Cage - Arcade Fire I’m standing on a stage of fear and self-doubt it’s a hollow play, but they’ll clap anyway
Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
The River, the Woods - Astronautalis is that glimmer the river or your village finally brought back to life
House By The Sea - Moddi behind everything that I do I just want to come home and lay down beside you and then I’ll be who I wanted to be in my heart I belong in a house by the sea.
have some erha pain (:
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these are only a couple for chapter 97...
I love how Chu Wanning’s impression of Mo Ran in the new timeline is “oh he is such a nice and polite young man” while meanwhile he keeps getting tormented by weirdly alluring noncon-flavoured dreams involving Mo Ran domming the shit out of him.
When Taxian-jun appears to him in the Horny Gourd Illusion and says “you still can’t forget this Venerable One” it symbolizes Chu Wanning’s suppressed and unacknowledged submissive proclivities. In this essay I will
Another day another asexual awareness week drawing 💖
These are just personal hcs!
Agender He Xuan , Ace Xue Yang , Demi Xue Meng and grey Zhou Zishu
I posted the first two chapters at once, so it is at 5k words. I expect I will complete this story in another chapter or two. As a reminder, Sanguine was .5 Timeline RanWan with Mpreg. This sequel contains novel spoilers as it is set in post-canon.
A/N: A link to the song can be found here.
CW: drug use, hallucinations, nothing happens on page but the consent is probably borderline dubious considering the illicit substances.
The air is thick with that strange purple smoke. It makes Chu Wanning dizzy, eases his mind enough that the phantom ink staining his fingers from the countless hours spent tearing through his father's old work instead of sleeping finally wash away. (The boy hasn't disappeared yet. That sticky hallucination sits at the edge of his vision. Watching. Waiting. Judging him like all those who wonder how Chu Wanning will ever live up to the main who sired him, the man who sired so many great creations that Chu Wanning could be nothing more than a disappointment in comparison.)
He lets his head fall back against the couch, watching the bodies on the dancefloor as they grind against each, uncaring who their partner is so much as that the pleasure is there to take. He barely notices when the man sits down next to him. There's already a hand on his thigh, a knuckle grazing against his chin by the time he registers that he has a companion. When he lets himself be led by rough, long fingers to face with a fanged smile, he finds a flicker of recognition that does not surprise him. His face has been plastered all over the papers. (How will the son of such a pioneer of entertainment ever live up to his greatness? How desperate those papers are to see him fail, he's lost before he's even been given a chance to fight.) The man has the courtesy to pretend he doesn't know Chu Wanning though, and for that Chu Wanning finds him better company than half the people he's been forced to deal with after his father's death. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here?" "What's that supposed to mean? I can be wherever I please." The man laughs, rumbling and steady. Chu Wanning can almost feel it in the palm of the hand still pressed against his thigh. "Of course," the man says, grinning wide enough little dimples appear in his cheeks. It does nothing to soften his face, only stands incongruous to the hunger in his dark eyes. They seem almost purple in this light, Chu Wanning notices. He's not sure if it's the smoke or just an oddity of the man himself. The question falls from his lips before he can stop himself. It earns another rumbling laugher and the hand on his thigh traveling up dangerously high. The man leans forward. His knuckle caresses the length Chu Wanning’s chin until his thumbs rest against Chu Wanning’s bottom lip. "We could go somewhere more private if you want to find out for yourself." "And why would I want to do that?" Chu Wanning says. He leans forward, and understand what those dancers had chased so desperately. When the thumb leaves, Chu Wanning finds himself leaning forward, chasing that fraction of touch he was now being denied. The hand on his thigh slides back, guiding him forward wnd into the man's lap until he's straddling him. Chest against chest, he does not fight as From somewhere the man produces a small pill. It is the same color as his eyes, as the smoke in the air. He lets it rest against Chu Wanning's bottom lip, but pushes no further. When Chu Wanning lets his tongue tease against it, a sweetness explodes against his tongue (In the corner of his vision, the boy wavers, just for a moment. When he steadies back, he scowls with a look far too much like Huaizui.) "We both know the answer to that." Chu Wanning's lashes fluttered closed. He parts his lips and lets the man slip his thumb inside. (And when he finally opens his eyes again, the boy is finally gone.)
Apart from the fact how sweet, sexy and touching this height difference is, don't you just love how CFY also slightly bows down in order to understand LYX better? And that small, lovely smile playing the corner of his mouth? Those two will be the death of me. Of us.
A/N: Crossposting from twitter. Might eventually post on AO3
He feels the demon's presence long before he sees him. It's how it always is with these things, Chu Wanning thinks. Perhaps how it will be long into the future. Like a loose thread wrapped around his wrist is suddenly being pulled taut, his former thoughts are discarded, his mind dragged away kicking and screaming from reason. There is only just enough room to think of the shape of an ache he knows too well, whose name comes to his lips just as the sulfur rises in the air of a dingy back alley and a fire burns into the shape of a man.
The grin on Mo Ran's lips is lupine--fanged and hungry. In any other person, the feeling boiling in their stomach would read as the fear of the prey knowing the predator lurks in the shadow.
In Chu Wanning, it is something unnameable.
(Not, perhaps, because he does not know it. More, in truth, because he cannot allow himself to.)
"You always know how to say my name so sweetly," Mo Ran says. His movements are unnaturally smooth, gliding past the trash and sick as though this were a catwalk and not the back alley of some den of iniquity that Chu Wanning wouldn't be caught dead near if he had any other choice. "Is that some new tactic upstairs is implementing?"
Chu Wanning's eyes sharpen like the holy weapon hidden in his sleeve. His stomach tightens as Mo Ran's wide gait brings them impossibly close. Mo Ran braces his hands against the wall behind Chu Wanning, caging him in. "Angel, I'm the one meant to tempt. What do you think you’re doing?"
Chest to chest, Chu Wanning is reminded just how different things are now. He is towered over by Mo Ran, no longer the little fledgling Chu Wanning had once been tasked to teach, who he had failed so grievously that he'd watched the boy burn-
He shakes those thoughts away before they can fester.
"Don't delude yourself," Chu Wanning says. He leans in, refusing to cower away.
Mo Ran dips his chin down, close enough that Chu Wanning can feel the warm breath ghost across his lips. A hand comes to rest against his hip, steady and solid. "Is it delusion when you're the one who called me here?"
"I need a favor.” Chu Wanning tries to suppress the shiver and turns the hitch in his breath into the words, “You’re just convenient.”
"You know the price.”
“You’re paying for the room.”
It’s always a surprise, letting Mo Ran pick.
Sometimes he goes for extravagant. High-rise buildings with well-stocked minibars that Chu Wanning will raid when all is said and done. Mo Ran scoffs as Chu Wanning, clothed in only the feathers of his wings and bruises in the shape of Mo Ran’s mouth he really could just heal himself if he didn’t want them, tears open candy bars and cracks open samples of expensive liquor to find the one sweet enough for his taste. Chu Wanning knows his complaints are only for show, but it amuses him to hear Mo Ran try to make them.
Sometimes he picks something like this. Small, dingy. Musky from the multitude of weary bodies which had found their temporary home here. Oddly intimate in how small it is. It feels more like they’re a couple eloping, hiding out where no one can find them. Building a world of their own. There are no distractions to pull Chu Wanning from Mo Ran’s side when the time comes for the pillow talk. Not unless he gains a sudden interest in tacky wall art.
Mo Ran takes full advantage of this and wraps an arm around Chu Wanning’s waist to keep him close.
"Don't you think it's funny how we always arrive here," Mo Ran whispers against the shell of his ear. His fingers dance at the edge of Chu Wanning’s shoulder blades where his wings are folded up. Chu Wanning can feel him straining against the urge to preen the messy wings of his former teacher. He’d always begged Chu Wanning to let him do it in the past, but now it was an intimacy a step too far.
"We've never been to this motel," Chu Wanning replies and trains his inflection to give no hint at his real feelings.
Mo Ran's laughter is startlingly boyish, not that of the suave bastard he portrays himself as. "I don't mean it like that, Wanning, and don’t act like you think I did too.”
Chu Wanning says nothing. He dips his head down, letting his hair fall like a veil to cover his face.
It’s the wrong move. It leaves his neck vulnerable to the demon lurking behind him. He jolts when he feels a prehensile tongue tease below his ear and the scrap of teeth that follows soon after. When he turns around, it's just in time to catch Mo Ran plastering on an innocent look.
He flutters his long eyelashes as if to say, “Who? Me?”
It lasts all of a breath before it breaks into a familiar fanged grin. Chu Wanning closes his eyes and knows he’d be suffering a Mo Ran-induced headache if he were human.
When he opens his eyes again, Mo Ran has gone contemplative. He bends close to Chu Wanning.
"I'd almost wonder if we’re soulmates," Mo Ran says. His hand trails up Chu Wanning’s spine, along his neck, until his fingers bury into dark hair. "Drawn together eternally. Romantic, almost."
Chu Wanning does not need urging to lean forward, but he appreciates the excuse.
"You don’t have a soul anymore," Chu Wanning replies, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the lips which come to kiss him tenderly. It is a warning, a plea. Remember what we are. Don't forget we'll always be enemies.
Mo Ran does not need to bleed, and yet sweet metallic is what alights on Chu Wanning’s tongue as Mo Ran pushes further into him, the pain not a deterrent but encouragement. He groans against Chu Wanning’s mouth, and Chu Wanning feels something in him snap. His own hands shoot up to bury deep within Mo Ran’s hair, tugging sharply until there is no space between them. No room to know where one body begins and the other ends.
(The hollow ache, always present, feels finally as though it has been filled.)
It is gnashing and raw, more teeth than lips. Chu Wanning’s nails bite into Mo Ran, scratching until he feels blood welling up beneath his fingers. The hand still on his hip grips hard enough to imprint Mo Ran’s fingers into him, to the point that even Chu Wanning could not erase them from his body.
He does not know when they pull apart, nor why they do. He finds Mo Ran's eyes glimmering like a dark sky at dusk. Their bodies pant for unnecessary breaths. The red smeared across their lips paint the image of beasts that have finally caught their prey.
Chu Wanning's feels that tug again.
(Desperation, longing, a want so deep and unending he fears he'll drown if he cannot pretend he's above it all.)
"That's what you always say, angel." Mo Ran’s tongue darts out to taste the blood cooling on his lips. "Least you could do is pretend you think it's true."