Pou_slaying
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“We rest in the shade of trees our ancestors planted.”
They called the man in the ice Yiling Laozu, after a folk hero associated with the town in the foothills of the mountains where he was found.
No one expected him to be alive!
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 363,665
- Chapters:
- 25/25
- Comments:
- 5,701
- Kudos:
- 6,628
- Bookmarks:
- 3,232
- Hits:
- 270,590
Bookmarked by Pou_slaying
16 Jul 2026
-
Scapegoat by FinallyGotTheInvitation
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Webcomic), modao zushi
27 Dec 2025
Tags
Summary
"The nation had already agreed on his guilt."
---
Lan Wangji is one of the nation's most promising defense attorneys, but he works entirely pro bono. He has been assigned to the defendant in the notorious "Yiling Patriarch" serial murder case.
He quickly finds out that Wei Wuxian isn't only the one accused of the horrible crimes - He is also Lan Wangji's long lost high school crush, Wei Ying.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 300,091
- Chapters:
- 32/32
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 2,159
- Kudos:
- 2,719
- Bookmarks:
- 927
- Hits:
- 98,642
Bookmarked by Pou_slaying
13 Jul 2026
-
Kingfisher Feathers by Anonymous
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
01 Apr 2024
Tags
Summary
With an almost trance-like detachment, Wei Wuxian touched his own neck, his fingers skimming over the fresh mark. The bite wound had stopped bleeding, although he had no doubts it would open again if agitated.
Bonded.
He was bonded for life.
"Shit," he whispered. He looked over at the sleeping form of Lan Wangji—the Second Prince of Gusu and, until his brother was found, the sole heir to the throne. "Oh, shit. Lan Qiren is going to kill me."
----------
Lan Wangji goes into a fevered rut and accidentally bonds with Wei Wuxian. When they next meet, he remembers none of it, and Wei Wuxian is determined to keep the bond a secret—even when he's sent to the Cloud Recesses to be a consort in Lan Wangji's harem.
(tl;dr concubine!wwx is already married to emperor!lwj, who has no idea. drama ensues.)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 165,388
- Chapters:
- 11/13
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 4,561
- Kudos:
- 20,759
- Bookmarks:
- 7,218
- Hits:
- 727,094
Bookmarked by Pou_slaying
22 Jun 2026
-
我們的明天; the story of you and me by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
08 Apr 2023
Tags
Summary
Once, Wei Ying had loved freely.
Loved with a strength that twined deep into his bones, through the rivers that cut under his skin, between the sinews that wove the fibers of his being. Loved with an intensity that shook the very core, the very foundations of himself.
Years ago, he’d ambulated along a tightrope, arms outstretched, and tumbled headfirst into a love that had nearly ruined him.
--
Two ex-lovers, an aspiring poet and an international best-selling author, are reunited at a book signing after five years apart.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 73,220
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Comments:
- 209
- Kudos:
- 1,020
- Bookmarks:
- 357
- Hits:
- 19,780
Bookmarked by Pou_slaying
21 Jun 2026
-
Ribbons by Brieeze01
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), The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, The Founder of Diabolism, Mo Dao Zu Shi
27 Oct 2020
Tags
Summary
Lan WangJi slipped to his feet at 5 til midnight and took a graceful leap off the edge of the roof to drop down to a balcony outside apartment 8109, that chilly wind fluttering the tips of his long braid that lay over a silver sword strapped to his back.
He peered around the wall through the sliding glass doors to see a man sitting there with his back to him just as the barest edge of that harvest moon peeked out around those heavy clouds that brought with them the promise of rain.
Lan WangJi considered his target with cold golden eyes, not a single shred of emotion inside him. His heart didn’t move in his chest, didn’t feel horror or excitement, no nervousness or regret that this stranger would die by his hand.
The man inside that apartment was still in his chair in the darkness of the room and he had hair so long it trailed down to the lower curve of his back, the strands around his face held tight by a red ribbon that cut a bold line down his spine in crimson, like fresh blood.
He slipped into the room and reached his target with a few swift steps before he swung his sword around to press against his throat firmly, no mercy in his hand.
“Any last words?” He spoke softly into the silence.
Bookmarked by Pou_slaying
20 Jun 2026