5 Works in Wēn Ruòhán/Wēn Zhúliú
14 Feb 2020
MAIN STORY FINISHED, EXTRA CHAPTER PENDING
Why did the Wen branding iron end up at the Cloud Recesses?
Why did Lan QiRen not get injured in the Wen attack on GuSu?
Why did Lan QiRen not actively fight in the Sunshot Campaign?
Why did Lan QiRen grow a beard?
Because, Wen RuoHan was his first and only love.
Guest appearances: Child-sized Nie MingJue, Notorious Playboy Jin GuangShan, Doting Family Man QingHeng-Jun, Unrequited Wen ZhuLiu… and the whole main cast is important too!
First of all: this story has a HAPPY ending. However, this both explores their very cute relationship in their younger days AND explores how the world forced them apart and eventually killed Wen RuoHan. There will be incredible amounts of fun and sweetness but also indescribable amounts of predictable sadness. I hope readers will bear with me until the end, because it will all be worth that happiness at the end!
This is in the same post-canon universe as Poetry (my Lan XiChen and Jiang Cheng love story), therefore is 100% in-character unless there is no information (at which I will make a reasonable analysis of character based on existing evidence).
- Part 2 of MDZS Post-Canon Happiness Network
26 Dec 2019
Wen Zhuliu does what he's told.
This is not rape/non-con but apparently that tag does not show up in searches on the fanfiction pocket archive app and can only be found by looking through an authors page. I don’t like that someone might be making money off of a person using their app.
- Part 4 of Writing Prompts
29 Sep 2019
A few snippets of the life of Imperial Concubine Wen Zhuliu.
The words accompanying the first flower were innocent and full of cheer, "I think you're very good to me, Sect leader. I like you."
With the second flower, was the whiny cry of a budding teen as his thoughts began to mature. With nothing to offer, all he could do was squeeze out an oath of loyalty, pledging his eternity to a man out of his reach.
The third flower saw the youth mature into an adult, the once easily tinted red cheeks now remained uncoloured no matter the circumstances, his personality growing into one of chilly indifference... except when he thought of him. Perhaps it was then he finally got a grasp on the feelings he had for him.
When it came to the sixth flower, the man's aura had changed; he was no longer a bashful, shy teen, nor was he an indifferent and cold person — all that was left was a broken and aching soul residing in a body, moving just like clockwork as each day passed.
And the seventh flower...
"Wen ZhuLiu... I hope you made the right choice."