MoonlightOT7
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When Lan Zhan moved into Gentian Cottage, he was looking for a quiet home and a fresh perspective on life. He didn't expect his new home to be occupied by a ghost who was anything but quiet, or to be pulled into a century-old mystery.
Lan Zhan is about to discover that the world is stranger than he'd ever imagined and romance isn't just a genre on his bookshelf.
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come to the harbor of your longing by occultings (microcomets)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
01 Jun 2022
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Lan Zhan has his daily rituals, before the medium shows up.
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Lan Zhan leads a quiet, solitary life on the coast when a vengeful spirit disturbs his routine. The arrival of a charming medium into his daily routine quickly turns his relatively peaceful existence upside down.
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Headphones and Naughty Whispers by UseMyMuse
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
06 Sep 2022
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Wei Ying fell down a rabbit hole of voice kinks when he randomly found a podcast. What started as a relaxation outlet quickly became an obsession turned kink. What makes it worse is Wei Ying found another website with a very similar voice.
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Making Mouths at Dragons by athena_crikey
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
20 Apr 2023
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Wei Ying takes a slow breath, then another. “Then you’d want… that? A baby? A kid?”
Lan Zhan’s low rumble has a hint of dragon in it, a lick of thunder. For a moment Wei Ying can almost hear the rush of the tide in his ears, storms and seafoam. His mind is full of the glint of moonlight on scales, silver and rippling like silk. “With you? Yes.”
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- Part 1 of Hic Draconis
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And you must keep your soul/ Like a secret in your throat by athena_crikey
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)
10 Nov 2023
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Lan Zhan looks at him, his gaze assessing. Then, slowly, he drops his hand to his hip. He unbuckles his sword from where it’s hanging from a leather belt, and lifts it to place it on the kitchen counter just outside his easy reach. “I’m here to ask for your help. Not compel you. I believe Wen Chao, and perhaps others in his sect, have been somehow perverting cultivation with the influence of the supernatural. The undead, specifically.”
Wei Ying takes an entirely unnecessary breath. “My influence, you mean.”