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Of our own by apathyinreverie

Of our own

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

T, 3k, Wei Wuxian

Summary: Devastatingly, by the time Wei Ying finally remembers his own past, it’s far too late to change anything, his home already lost, the Yiling Patriarch long-since pronounced dead, and little A-Yuan having no one to rely on but him. Kay's comments: A very soft and heart-breaking short story in which Wen Qing - when she knocks Wei Wuxian out when she goes to submit herself and Wen Ning for punishment - erases Wei Wuxian's memories. So, after the Wen remnants are dead, it's just him travelling with A-Yuan. Happy, but memory-less, at least for a while. Him and A-Yuan are travelling and they might pick up another stray on the way. Absolutely love the found family vibes. Peak content for fans of: goth girl on the outside, but on the inside? A father figure. Excerpt: It took him a long time to remember fully, for the amnesia – which Wen Qing had somehow made settle over his memory – to entirely lift. There had been barely enough left of his recollection for Wei Ying to at least know himself, to know his own name – even if he quickly learned better than to actually give it – and to somewhat recall once having had a home. Although, the strange mixture of images from – what he only later recognizes as – Lotus Pier and Burial Mounds and even the Cloud Recesses made absolutely no sense to him in the beginning, too strange a combination to make sense of, fine clothing and lotus blossoms as far as the eye could see, the sting of punishment on his back and snow-covered mountains all around, happiness despite having barely anything on the table, too little food to go around and still more contentedness than he had felt anywhere else if only due to the people surrounding him. Names and places and clear faces had entirely escaped him for so long. Those had been the last thing to truly return to him.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, wei wuxian lives, single parent wei wuxian, temporary amnesia, somebody lives/not everybody dies, jiang yanli lives, mo xuanyu lives, families of choice, emotional hurt/comfort, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, soft wie wuxian, good parent wei wuxian, domestic fluff, fix-it of sorts

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“Oh? Who’s this?” mother asks, voice teasing, when she finds them sneaking lotus cakes from the kitchen. Jiang Fengmian is confused by the question.

“That’s Changze, mother,” he says, and shares a glance with his daemon. Maybe seeing him in Fengmian’s robes and the hairstyle he’d fixed his hair into had left him unrecognizable?

He’ll remember the expression on her face forever. The way her cat daemon steps back, hissing, hair raised. The way Changze turns back into his sneaky-weasel form and throws himself into Jiang Fengmian’s arms in fright, the robes he was wearing collapsing discarded on the ground.

They’re marched to father’s office by mother’s firm hand on Jiang Fengmian’s shoulder, Changze still shivering against his chest. Jiang Fengmian will never forget that for just one moment her hand hovered before settling, like she’s too afraid, too disgusted to touch.

“Why is it wrong?” Changze asks Father’s daemon.

“It’s not wrong,” she says. But she sounds tired. Unconvinced. “It’s never been done before. We didn't know it could be done.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” whispers Jiang Fengmian. He doesn’t understand.

She doesn't answer him.

By the time Changze settles into his final shape at age fifteen, ‘Wei Changze’ has already been given an identity, a position as Jiang Fengmian’s personal servant. An excuse to be at his side, night and day.

Mother has long since given up on her deviant son, but father is kinder. He teaches them both how to run a sect, and lets Wei Changze practice his calligraphy while Jiang Fengmian goes through the expenditure accounts.

There are rumours about Jiang Fengmian, none of them particularly kind. The rumours reached the Cloud Recesses before they did.

Jiang-gongzi is a pampered prince, gets to bring a servant with him.

Jiang-gongzi doesn’t even have a daemon.

Jiang-gongzi’s a weakling, his daemon is a spider he hides in his sleeve.

Jiang-gongzi cuts his sleeve for that kid they call his servant.

It doesn’t bother Wei Changze, that people think he is Jiang Fengmian’s pleasure servant. “Fengmian-gege, I am your soul. Don’t be ridiculous. And I’ve spent many days in your bed.” He says the last seductively, lowering his head and batting his eyes, and Jiang Fengmian cuffs him on the ear. Wei Changze just laughs, then drops down to sprawl on Jiang Fengmian’s bed in the shared room. “I know Fengmian-gege likes women, I’ve seen how much you paid that Nie disciple for the erotic artwork of the-”

Rumours be damned, Jiang Fengmian climbs onto his bed to wrestle his daemon into a headlock, and tries to shut him up.

They meet Cangse Sanren and her tiny thrush-daemon, Suyin, who is remarkably grumpy for such a small bird, but Wei Changze says it’s because her human is far too much for one small bird to handle.

Jiang Fengmian understands the feeling; within just a few days of meeting her he’d noticed that she had the personality of a small storm, pushing and pulling people into flying with her, or leaving them battered and confused in her wake.

There are rumours about her too, about how the bird perched on her shoulder can fly long distances sometimes, farther than any respectable person could stand to have their daemon go.

“Is it true?” asks Wei Changze, addressing Suyin, as they make their way down the back mountains on a free afternoon. In answer, Suyin takes flight from Cangse’s shoulder, flying over the gorge they’re nearing, far enough that she’s nothing but a speck.

Jiang Fengmian’s heart beats fast in terror long before she turns back, and instead of immediately throwing herself at Cangse, instead of holing each other desperately and trying to soothe the crippling pain that separating should have caused, Suyin lands on Wei Changze’s head, chirping cheerfully.

A witch. Cangse was truly a witch, it was not merely an insult that people threw at her for being so powerful.

Jiang Fengmian swallows, and then says the words aloud for the first time since he told his mother nearly a decade ago. “Changze is my daemon.”

“We know,” say Cangse and Suyin in unison.

Jiang Fengmian asks Cangse Sanren to marry her, and she refuses. “I left the mountain to travel, to help people who need it.”

“You can help the people of Yunmeng,” Jiang Fengmian insists, but knows it’s a lost cause. CZ is kneeling beside them, Suyin cupped carefully in his hands, rubbing her head over his fingers intimately. But that Cangse cares for them is not in dispute here.

“The people of Yunmeng have you,” she says. “I’m sorry, A-Mian.”

She presses a soft kiss to his cheek, as if it would lessen the crushing pain of heartbreak, then goes to where Changze is holding Suyin close.

“Come, A-Yin,” she says, and takes her daemon from Changze’s hands. The slight brush of their fingers is electric and unfair. Then she leans down, and presses a kiss to Changze’s cheek as well, before summoning her sword, ready to leave them.

Jiang Fengmian sets a hand on Changze’s shoulder, hears the desperate, broken, “Fengmian-gege,” and realizes that they could never live with watching this woman leave.

“Wait!” Jiang Fengmian cries.

“A-Mian I will not change my–”

“Teach us to separate,” he says, and she falls silent.

For the longest moment he thinks she’ll say no, that she cannot, but she laughs, and Suyin flies back into Wei Changze’s hand.

Since Jiang Fengmian had received his parents blessing to ask Cangse Sanren for her hand – a difficult campaign in itself – before he asked her, the proposal was no secret.

Did you hear? That Cangse Sanren ran off with Jiang-gongzi’s servant! Even though he proposed to her as well!

Those who know the truth, his parents and their most trusted aides find it difficult to meet his eyes. Their daemons skittered away from him in the hallways. His father’s otter daemon, Xinya, speaks to him directly once. It’s Taboo, but then so is separating with your daemon, and letting him marry the woman you love.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“Not as much as before,” he answers. He has no better answer to give her.

Yu Ziyuan is introduced to him, a young woman with a fierce reputation and pressured by her family to snag the heartbroken and still eminently eligible Jiang-zongzhu, who had recently come out of mourning after the death of his parents.

Her daemon Yunye watches him suspiciously at their first arranged meetings, never saying a word, even when the elderly Jiang and Yu chaperones and their daemons are out of earshot.

“If this is to go anywhere, then there’s someone you have to meet,” Jiang Fengmian tells her, and sends out a series of letters to the places that his daemon might currently be.

Wei Changze arrives alone for the next meeting, and Jiang Fengmian’s heart aches that Cangse Sanren had not bothered to come with him.

“San-Niang,” says Jiang Fengmian politely at their next meeting. “What I am about to tell you is highly classified. Only Two people alive know the truth, and I request that you keep it to yourself. Please meet my daemon, Changze. He goes by Wei Changze. Changze, this is Yu Ziyuan of Meishan Yu, and Yunye.”

He braces himself for the disgust that Mother had betrayed, but Yu Ziyuan just presses her lips together thoughtfully. Yunye speaks for the first time since they met. “It is good to meet you, Wie Changze,” he says, voice deeper than Jiang Fengmian had imagined. “We were afraid that Jiang-zongzhu did not even have one.”

“No, he does,” says Wei Changze.

“I do,” says Jiang Fengmian, then meets Yu Ziyuan’s eyes. “My daemon is married to Cangse Sanren. Our marriage would not supersede that.”

“I understand,” says Yu Ziyuan.

She is, surprisingly, more understanding than one would expect. There is the comfort of honesty between them, and soon, a child, a baby girl with the sweetest smile and sunniest personality. Things sour a little when three years later, Changze visits with a baby of his own in tow, when Yu Ziyuan is pregnant with their second child. “We named him Wei Ying,” says Wei Changze while Jiang Fengmian takes the little one into his arms. Yanli tugs on his robes, trying to get a closer look.

“He’s beautiful,” says Jiang Fengmian, instead of all of the other things he could say.

Foremost among them, is: Is he mine? How does this even work?

He lets Jiang Yanli chatter happily to the giggling baby, and presses a hand to Changze’s shoulder. His daemon reaches up to squeeze his hand.

Wei Changze and little A-Ying leave after a week, with the name Wuxian whispered into his dearest friend’s ear, when asked to choose a name.

“I did not know that they would –” he says to Yu Ziyuan. He had promised not to sire any bastards, after all.

She presses her lips together, and he winces, steeling himself for one of her sharp tirades, words nearly as cutting as Zidian. “That… boy,” she says, as if unsure that she should say boy there. As if ‘abomination’ would work better. “does not have a daemon.”

[Background for my Wei Wuxian is half-daemon AU! Feel free to ask about it, this one is WILD]

[Read Part 2 here!]

#daemon au #mdzs #jiang fengmian #wei changze #yu ziyuan #cangse sanren #alternate universe: daemons #fengmian/ziyuan #I can't help it I LIKE them!

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