#modernchina

Hi nonny!

Here’s our recs for fics that take place in modern China and are not too Americanized :

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (108K, Explicit)

(Modern AU, Modern China, Persuasion AU, High School AU, Angst With a Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Separation, Breaking Up Making Up, Pining, Reconciliation, Smut With Feelings, Marriage Proposal) 

Tempo Rubato: Italian; Stolen Time; The musical practice of diverging from the unrelenting and gradual rhythm for a short period of time in a piece, allowing for solo freedom.

Lan Wangji starts high school in perfect step with the rhythm of his uncle's expectations and his duty to his family.

He doesn't quite stay that way.

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you go your way (i'll go your way, too) by fakeplasticlily  (52K, Explicit)

(Modern AU, Fashion Bloggers AU, Social Media Influencers, Travel, Pining, UST, Falling In Love, Humor)

Wei Ying licks his suddenly dry lips, and continues. “It’s all petty drama, really, and you’ll probably think it’s stupid, hah...” He scratches his head, feeling extremely self-conscious.

“It must have meant a lot to you,” says Lan Zhan, firmly. “And to the people who followed you.”

The people who followed him? More like that single person. His chest fills with warmth as he thinks abruptly of bunny130809 and his bunny icon and his earnest, awkward, achingly sweet words.

“Well, anyway,” Wei Ying says, eager to move on from the subject. It’s making him dizzy, the way Lan Zhan’s voice keeps bleeding into his old follower’s typed words. He’s probably just projecting, and that must say something about him, right? Had there been only two persons in all this time who’d been patient enough to really listen to him, for them to mesh together so seamlessly in his head?

(This fic might not take place in modern China but @luckymoony says it fits the not too Americanized bill)

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总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (76K, Explicit)

(Modern AU, Pianist AU, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Angst, Hurt Comfort, Getting Together)

That’s just the thing, isn’t it? Wei Ying feels nothing. He doesn’t feel anything, and this emptiness should scare him. He knows he should be scared. He wants to be scared. He isn’t. Fear itself is never scary; fear is just a response. It means that your body wants you alive. It’s the absence of terror that scares him.