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May. 20th, 2022 06:06 pm江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting (295959 words) by ScarlettStorm
Chapters: 31/31
Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Characters, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Qíng
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, (mostly), jiang cheng deserves a hug, and he gets one eventually, a whole host of female OCs, we stan a burly woman, transfem character, my kingdom for a competent woman, it's 2020 we write mary sues with no shame, just a wuxia girl in a xianxia world, she cultivates these guns, canon-typical shitty dudes, who get what's coming to them, the sexy adventures of my OC Jiang Pushups, the inherent eroticism of watching a woman stab a boar to death, Wēn Qíng Lives, because fuck canon is why, fighting as flirting, Fighting As Foreplay, jiang cheng has feelings and doesn't like it one bit, yunmeng bros reconciliation, fan dingxiang bringing class consciousness to the jianghu, qin su also lives, demisexual Jiang Cheng, sex disaster jiang cheng, Femdom, switch rights, Eventual Smut, when i say slow burn I mean we're all gonna hate me for it
Summary:
“Are you a cultivator?”
“No,” she says, steadily. “This one doesn’t possess the core for it.” She pauses and raises her eyes to his, so boldly he finds it a little startling. “I believe that I can be of use to the Jiang sect in spite of that, and I have brought a gift to prove it. May I show you?”
Fully intrigued now, Jiang Cheng nods. The girl unslings the bundle from her back, unties a couple of straps, and unrolls it on the floor in a smooth motion.
Jiang Cheng is on his feet before he even consciously realizes it’s happened, and the reaction murmurs out through the hall. There, on a blanket that belongs on the back of a horse, are five Wen cultivator swords, offered to him by a girl who looks like the word “bumpkin” was invented specifically for her. What the fuck.
“Where did you get those?” he asks, instead of asking “What the fuck?” out loud, because that would be unbecoming of his status as sect leader.
The girl meets his eyes again, lifts her chin, and says simply, “I killed the men who carried them.”
Or: Fan Dingxiang cultivates the swole path. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to handle that.
Chapters: 31/31
Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Characters, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Qíng
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, (mostly), jiang cheng deserves a hug, and he gets one eventually, a whole host of female OCs, we stan a burly woman, transfem character, my kingdom for a competent woman, it's 2020 we write mary sues with no shame, just a wuxia girl in a xianxia world, she cultivates these guns, canon-typical shitty dudes, who get what's coming to them, the sexy adventures of my OC Jiang Pushups, the inherent eroticism of watching a woman stab a boar to death, Wēn Qíng Lives, because fuck canon is why, fighting as flirting, Fighting As Foreplay, jiang cheng has feelings and doesn't like it one bit, yunmeng bros reconciliation, fan dingxiang bringing class consciousness to the jianghu, qin su also lives, demisexual Jiang Cheng, sex disaster jiang cheng, Femdom, switch rights, Eventual Smut, when i say slow burn I mean we're all gonna hate me for it
Summary:
“Are you a cultivator?”
“No,” she says, steadily. “This one doesn’t possess the core for it.” She pauses and raises her eyes to his, so boldly he finds it a little startling. “I believe that I can be of use to the Jiang sect in spite of that, and I have brought a gift to prove it. May I show you?”
Fully intrigued now, Jiang Cheng nods. The girl unslings the bundle from her back, unties a couple of straps, and unrolls it on the floor in a smooth motion.
Jiang Cheng is on his feet before he even consciously realizes it’s happened, and the reaction murmurs out through the hall. There, on a blanket that belongs on the back of a horse, are five Wen cultivator swords, offered to him by a girl who looks like the word “bumpkin” was invented specifically for her. What the fuck.
“Where did you get those?” he asks, instead of asking “What the fuck?” out loud, because that would be unbecoming of his status as sect leader.
The girl meets his eyes again, lifts her chin, and says simply, “I killed the men who carried them.”
Or: Fan Dingxiang cultivates the swole path. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to handle that.