Purple Thunder and Yiling Patriarch (Jiang Ying A.U.)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 16, 2022
Mature
⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️

• Before this start i just want to say that you might not like ships this story contains:

• WangXian (Lan Wangji x Wei Wuxian)

• XiCheng (Lan Xichen x Jiang Cheng)

• LingYuan (Jin Ling x Lan Yuan)

• ZizhenYi (Ouyang Zizhen x Lan Jingyi)

• Cussing

• Fighting (Blood is part of it, please do not continue if you are weak in this)

• Sexual content (Please do not continue if you are not comfortable with this thing!)

• My A.U.

• Jiang Ying A.U.

• Nice and caring Jiang family (not the toxic one and madam Yu accept Wei Wuxian as one of her children)
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48 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.