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I can’t imagine Sirius wearing anything but a sexy santa costume at christmas.

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does it seem like a nice fanfic idea or should i just leave it lol

The beginning of 7th year.

Falling victim to a horrible curse, the existence of James Potter gets erased from memories of everyone who knew him. It gets erased just like his ability to be seen, heard or touched by people.

Sirius often catches himself turning to his right after he tells a joke or proposes a perfect prank idea. He doesn't understand why he expects someone there to laugh with him.

When Peter doesn't understand a part of his transfiguration homework, he often catches himself with a name at the tip of his tongue. He doesn't know whose name, so he asks Remus.

Remus often feels like there should be four. It's the strongest around the full moon, when the wolf in him longs to always be with his little pack. He doesn't know where the 'four' came from, because they were alway three.

Lily more than once catches herself sitting in the gryffindor common room, waiting for something to happen. Sometimes she swears she feels like someone is sitting next to her, but when she looks it's always empty.

#the marauders #marauders #james potter #sirius orion black #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evens #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #jily #jily fanfiction

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sirius goes back for regulus it changes enough because regulus sees how peter gets quiet while james and sirius laugh loudly with each other and he moves to sit next to him and ask quietly about one thing or another because peter, now having someone to pay attention to him when no one else does, doesn't even think of betraying james and lily and with that on october 31st 1981 no one dies and no child is left with a scar on their forehead that would make them famous for something they didn't even remember regulus always was good at pretending not to listen and kreacher was and always will be loyal to his master regulus so the younger black still learns about horcruxes and he shares all he knows with dumbledore and just like that the order starts destroying one by one, moving in silence and shadows voldemort never knows what hits him in some other world james and lily potter die on october 31st 1981 and in this one they, together, destroy the last horcrux exactly 3 years later in that other world little harry becomes an orphan and has to live years with his aunt and her family not knowing of his magical side, in this one he celebrates his 11th birthday with his parents, his baby sister, his favourite uncles sirius, remus, peter and regulus and other magical and non magical friends but before harry turns eleven, he turns two and there is only his mother with him, he turns three, turns four and there never is more than two people bringing him cake and singing happy birthday there is five, which they spend at a hospital, because he refused to spend it at home while regulus is sick and alone and they don't have the heart to tell him that regulus probably won't hear them in the magical coma he's in it doesn't change everything alice and frank longbottom are still tortured to insanity and many magical and non magical people die but they do it with hope hope that it will end soon for those alive

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #hp #harry potter hc #the marauders #i'm not a writer pls don't hate on my 2am thoughts #james potter #regulus black #lily potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #sirius black #jily lives #voldemort doesn't #regulus lives

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Jiang Cheng never really believed in promises.

Since he was a young child, he was used to his father saying things like 'We'll play later, I promise." After the first dozen he knew not to believe them. And then Wei Wuxian came to live with them. Wei Wuxian who always had Jiang Cheng's father attention (and his mothers too, even if not a positive one). Wei Wuxian who said "I promise" and meant it. And then Wei Wuxian who said "I promise" and didn't.

Jin Ling never understood why his uncle hated it when he promised to visit him in Yunmeng again soon.

Jiang Cheng never believed promises again until the day he died.

#sect leader jiang #jiang cheng #my prompts #mdzs #mdzs headcanons #the untamed #jiang wanyin #wei wuxian #jiang cheng apologist #i you hate jiang cheng kindly leave thanks

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phasing into the shadow realm

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Actually I think it should be a Chengsu and a Chengyao world, because imagine being some fly-on-the-wall sect leader or cultivator at conferences watching Jiang Cheng have the same level of tension with both the lord and lady of Koi Tower, but in wildly opposite directions. You’re wandering around the banquet hall with people and notice Qin Su with Jiang Cheng in the corner, talking and laughing while he looks at her like she hung the moon. He doesn’t seem to be aware of his expression. Then you’re leaving to go back to your quarters a few hours later and find Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao having the most passive-aggressive staring contest in the hallway, and you’re pretty sure if not for Jin Ling clinging to Jiang Cheng’s leg they’d be hatefucking each other into oblivion in that supply room over there. Nothing about this situation is ever resolved in sixteen years

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This is just me fucking around but:

You know at the temple scene when Jiang Cheng comes in like a fucking badass and then devolves into a crying mess? What if that’s just how he is all the time?

Like he sees his disciples in danger and immediately power walks over, decimates the enemy, and stares them all down when they yell “Sect leader!!” And just goes “I’m your sect leader? You remember that you’re not in charge now Huh? What the fuck are your flares for?”

But then as soon as he’s sure they’re safe at the inn the senior disciples all gather around in his room to let him cry it out because “they could have died! What where they thinking?!? How could they do something so stupid?”

It’s not even that weird because atleast two other senior disciples are also crying because the Jiang Sect has two settings Emotions and Stabby

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JYL: see, what A-Cheng doesn’t understand is that *I* am the *original* older sibling who abandoned him to marry some rich guy who used to hate me.

WWX: yeah well I’m the one who really made it stick

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A-Yuan wasn’t the only child among the Wen Remnants, just the youngest.

Children's Day - ao3

Lan Wangji carefully scooped up the boy out of his hiding place, tucked beneath a pile of stones, sick with fever and fast asleep.

It was a good hiding place. If Lan Wangji hadn’t played Inquiry and demanded to know if there were any living beings around in this cursed place of death, he would never have found the small child.

He remembered him – this was little A-Yuan, who Wei Wuxian had taken down into town to play, the one Lan Wangji had bought all those toys for in his confusion, the one who called him rich-gege. Barely more than two years old, having never known anything but war.

He was all that was left, now. There was nothing else left in the battlefield.

No one else left.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes in pain.

I’ll care for him for you, he promised Wei Wuxian’s ghost, wherever it might be now. Now that you cannot.

I’ll take him back to Gusu to raise as my own – wishing you were by my side.

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-Earlier-

“Sect Leader!” one of his aides cried out when he staggered back into camp. “What – who’s that?”

Jiang Cheng looked down at the girl in his arms. She was – four, maybe? Five? He had no idea.

She looked a bit like Wen Qing.

“I found her hiding in the corner of the battlefield when she made a noise,” he said hoarsely. “The Wen sect remnants…by the time I got there, they were almost all dead already, all her family. She’s – she’s young. It didn’t seem right.”

Wei Wuxian always liked children, he thought vaguely to himself as he looked down at her. It wasn’t so much of a surprise that he would keep one there…in fact, if he thought back to that horrible meeting they’d had that one time he’d come to the Burial Mounds to try to talk to Wei Wuxian, he thought he remembered there being a small child there. This must be her.

She was bigger than he remembered, but that was what happened with small children, wasn’t it?

“Her surname is Wen?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng snapped automatically, and his aide took a step back from his vehemence. “The Wen sect is dead, you understand? All of them. The cultivation world refused to allow them to live, that much is obvious enough. Her surname…”

He looked down at her.

I failed Wei Wuxian, he thought grimly. I won’t fail his legacy.

“Her surname will be Jiang.”

-

-Earlier-

“We found this child hiding in the Demon Subduing Cave,” one of the guards reported, looking nervous. “Lianfeng-zun – what do we do with them?”

Jin Guangyao frowned down at the child, judging the child’s age to be about five or six – maybe seven, considering the likelihood of malnutrition at the Burial Mounds. If they were any younger, he would’ve said that the child ought to just execute them as useless; any older, and he would’ve had no choice but to declare them an enemy combatant, and thereby order them executed.

At this age, though…they were still young enough to be taught to forget their current surname, and to learn new loyalties, and yet old enough to perhaps remember a little of what they had learned, living as they had for a few years with the inventor of demonic cultivation.

Jin Guangyao glanced at the papers in his hands, full of barely legible scribbles, laying out powerful new spells and interesting ideas. They would help Xue Yang with his work – but not as much as a helper would, and naturally they’d just brutally executed all the other ‘helpers’ that might have been available.

Not exactly Jin Guangyao’s personal preference, but he wasn’t the one leading the Jin sect army.

Still, his father, who had been the one leading, had retired to his tent, and now Jin Guangyao was the one with the power, left to be in charge of mopping up. That, in turn, gave him a little more leeway, which meant he could implement his own thoughts, rather than badly thought out instructions.

“Put the child in my tent,” he said, and smiled. “The poor thing must have gotten lost and entered the battlefield – after we arrived. You understand?”

The guard saluted deeply. “Lianfeng-zun is kind and beneficent,” he said, and his expression was worshipful. “I will tell the others that the child is from some distant Jin branch.”

Jin Guangyao hadn’t intended for him to do that, but – well, he couldn’t exactly refute it now, could he, and anyway there were worse things to happen. Everyone would know that he had kindly taken in some orphaned child of war, which would be good for his reputation.

He smiled and nodded, and thought of the future.

-

-Earlier-

“Well, shit,” Nie Mingjue said, staring at the trio of children: nine or ten years old, he thought, maybe a little older, two girls and a boy. They stared back at him, wide-eyed and terrified – they were very clearly trying to sneak off the Burial Mounds down the back way.

Nie Mingjue rubbed his face, glad that he’d insisted on doing the forward scout work before the attack tomorrow morning himself rather than let it go to someone else. He hadn’t wanted to come to this blasted place in the first place, being that he still wasn’t sure exactly what had gone down with Wei Wuxian, who’d been a good man once. But good Nie cultivators had died at Lanling City at Wen Ning’s hands, the Jin sect claiming that that brutal attack was at Wei Wuxian’s instigation, and at the Nightless City at Wei Wuxian’s hands directly, and he didn’t have any evidence to exculpate the man, either; he had no grounds to look the families of those Nie cultivators in the eye and tell them not to pursue vengeance against the man who had slaughtered their brothers and fathers and sons, sisters and mothers and daughters, like they meant nothing.

They deserved vengeance.

Just as he had, for his father.

But at the same time…

“You’re all surnamed Wen, I take it?” he asked, and they slowly nodded. “Dafan Wen?”

Another nod.

“Wrong answer,” he said, making a snap decision. This wasn’t like his father at all, not really; he had wanted to kill Wen Ruohan, who had done the deed himself, while these children clearly hadn’t done anything. “Swear to me here and now that you won’t seek revenge for your sect or family, and you can be surnamed Nie instead.”

They looked at each other.

“Your family didn’t send you to run away because they wanted you to take revenge,” he said. It was a guess, but he could tell from the way their shoulders sagged that he was right. “They wanted you to live. Well?”

They swore.

He took them home.

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-Earlier-

She tripped and fell flat on her face.

“Hey, girl!”

She looked up, eyes wide with terror – she hadn’t expected to be caught so soon – but the cultivator in front of her didn’t strike her down. He was a young man, just a few years older than her, and he looked nice, kneeling to help her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Did you get lost?”

Lost? From where would she get lost, exactly?

Despite that, she nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here isn’t a good place, though – we’re going to have a battle tomorrow…can you tell me where you’re from?” He frowned. “Or – can’t you speak?”

An idea suddenly came to mind, and she shook her head, lifting up her hands to mime signs like the ones she’d seen Lady Wen and her brother use sometimes when they needed to talk without disturbing others.

“Doesn’t talk,” he murmured to himself. “Clothing of white, ripped all to ribbons –”

She’d torn out any trace of the red sun. White was a common color, but she was old enough to know that she couldn’t let anyone know she was surnamed Wen.

“Oh, I’ve read about this before! Are you a bird yao that’s cultivated to humanity?”

What?

She’d been thinking of trying to pass as a traumatized war veteran, but she was only fourteen, after all; it wasn’t very believable. Of course, it was a lot more believable that bird yao – who would leap to that conclusion?

“My surname is Ouyang,” the man said, smiling brightly at her. “You should come back with me – I can teach you to speak, and we can give you a name…how about ‘Luo’ as a surname? That has to do with birds. Or we could surname you Bai, instead, since your clothing is white! Or maybe -”

She smiled helplessly at his nonsense. What a silly, cheerful man! Maybe she’d overestimated his age, he couldn’t be more than two or three years older, at most, and his brain was clearly not in the right place, filled up to the brim with romantic stories and adventure tales instead of facts.

It was a nice change, actually.

She accepted his hand as she stood.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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-Earlier-

Lan Wangji had returned home and submitted to a dreadful punishment. The elders he had injured on Wei Wuxian’s behalf were either in treatment or recovering.

As for the rest that had been at the Nightless City…

Many were dead.

Lan Qiren landed in the Burial Mounds, lips pressed tightly together.

He knew he was taking a risk in coming here to Wei Wuxian’s lair – no matter what Lan Wangji thought, whatever good points he’d had in the past, the man was now little better than a mad dog. He’d caused the death of three thousand people just the day before, three thousand innocents that hadn’t had anything to do with anything; why would he hesitate to attack his old teacher?

There was already talk of a siege – Jiang Cheng himself had promised to lead it, to wipe off the stain on the Jiang sect’s record, and the Jin sect had been right behind him. Even Nie Mingjue had been dragged in against his will, suborned by his sect members’ need for vengeance. As for the Lan Sect…Lan Xichen had looked so stricken by the thought that Lan Qiren had volunteered for the grim duty, despite Lan Qiren having never been much of a fighter and even less of a general. He intended to take only the smallest possible contingent, and to limit their work as much as possible to cleansing the dead rather than killing those who remained there – that much, at least, he could do for his nephew.

Either way, though, no matter his powers, Wei Wuxian would not live out the week.

If Lan Qiren desired vengeance, he need only wait.

And yet, here he was.

Alone, practically unarmed – and here nonetheless.

An old woman came out from the cave and squinted at him.

“It’s over,” she said sadly. “Isn’t it?”

Lan Qiren looked at her. One of the Wen remnants that Wei Wuxian had surrounded himself with, he assumed; the ones he’d given up his comfortable life for, claiming he was only acting as a righteous man ought. Perhaps he even had thought he was, back then.

Perhaps he really had been, back then.

“Yes,” Lan Qiren said, and cleared his throat. “After what he did at the Nightless City – the verdict is unquestionably death. But the rest of you…there are armies coming, and armies are not known for their leniency, especially not on passerby with the wrong surname. But they’re not here yet. There’s still time to flee – if you go now, you could take on a new surname and find some quiet place to live on.”

Lan Wangji had said they were civilians. Civilian life was to be prioritized above all else.

Lan Qiren was only doing what he must.

Despite his well-meant warnings, however, the old lady shook her head.

“There’s nowhere to go, and we won’t give up our surname,” she said, polite but stubborn to the last. “But thank you for taking the time to come here to tell us.”

“Wangji said that there were children here,” Lan Qiren insisted, ignoring her refusal. “If you won’t flee with them, at least send those that are old enough out on their own, and hide the younger ones. Tell them to forget their surnames – most people won’t rampantly murder children, so there’s a chance they’ll make it through, and live. Can you deny them that, just for pride?”

That gave the old woman pause.

“We’ll do what we can,” she said, and then eyed him. “How good are you at medicine?”

Lan Qiren frowned. “I can’t provide care –”

“She’s already dead. Come help anyway.”

The woman in question was not already dead, but dying – she was in her late teens, seventeen or eighteen at most, and she was in labor. From the glassiness of her eyes, the redness of her cheeks, and the threadiness of her pulse, it was clear that infection had long ago set in. It was not an exaggeration to say she was dead, little better than a corpse.

She was little more than a child.

“I don’t want her to die alone,” the old woman said. “But if you stay with her, I can use the time to try to take care of the rest. You’re not wrong, I suppose – the children, at least, deserve a chance to live on, even if it means leaving our surname behind.”

Lan Qiren looked down at the woman, unconscious already and unlikely to ever wake, and yet still whimpering. “And her child?”

The old woman looked surprised. “Can a child born like this still live?”

Lan Qiren had almost no medical training beyond the most superficial basics that were the necessity for any battlefield or night-hunt, with one sole exception: he had supervised the births of both his nephews by himself with little aid – his brother’s wife hadn’t wanted anyone else to be present, possibly in an attempt to prematurely enter her grave, possibly just out of spite. He had studied very hard in the days leading up to those births, and knew far more on the subject than most men did.

“It’s possible,” he said. “Unlikely, but – possible.”

He hesitated for a long moment.

“I can take the baby,” he finally said. “Pass him off as some war-orphan child of distant Lan cousins, sent to me on account of their deaths. I could raise him, or else give him to my cousin to raise; he’s got a large enough family that no one would question it.”

“Why would you do that?”

Lan Qiren looked at the woman who was dying, little more than a child herself. “Because of the children I can’t help.”

The old woman was quiet for a little while.

“Very well,” she said, and leaned forward to whisper the name the young woman had thought about for her child into his ear. “That works with Lan as a surname, wouldn’t it? That’s not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Lan Qiren agreed, and rolled up his sleeves, settling down beside the girl. “Not bad at all.”

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Any comparison between lwj and jc on the ways they do or do not stick up for wwx is moot without taking into account that jc is the young leader of a broken sect while lwj enjoys full baby privilege. Their lives and responsibilities are completely different.

In the second act, post Burial Mounds, jc's problem is that he can't stick up for wwx while lwj's problem is that he won't

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i’m so sick of myself

rather be rather be

anyone anyone else

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Wei ying: Look, let’s just agree to say sorry on the count of three.

Jiang cheng: One, two, three…

Wei ying:

Jiang cheng:

Wei ying: See, now I’m disappointed in both of us.

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Jin Ling walks away. Ready to be a Sect Leader, ready to be on his own, ready to no longer rely on his uncle. Jin Ling walks away with Wei Wuxian. And for the first time since Jiang Cheng held Jin Ling in his arms after his sister passed away, he can finally breathe again. Breathe because this means Jin Ling can be loved. Breathe because finally Jin Ling doesn’t have to live in the shadow of his legacy. Breathe because now Jin Ling would be like Wei Wuxian and maybe Jin Zixuan - people that Jiang Yanli loved.

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Head-Canon #7C:

JC trains Little Fairy to snatch hats off of people’s heads. When JL and LF are back at Lanling, JGY has weeks of mortifying altercations with the increasingly bigger dog before the Koi Tower dog breeder is able to undo the training. Til the day of his death, JGY has to fight the urge to grab his hat defensively at the sight of LF.

He vows that JC will PAY.

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some people are like jiang cheng should just get over it like??? imagine it's you in his spot, your friend/sibling etc. fell in the wrong crowd and now they're going around killing people (they say it's only the bad people but then they lose control over themeselves and kill everyone who steps in their way) (your other sibling/friend saves them by sacrificing themeselves) (you're left alone with a baby that's not yours) and then years go by and you learn how to live without them and then they come back and bring with them truths you never wanted to hear. the kidney (or whatever other organ is possible) you thought was a transplant from someone who will not need it anymore was actually your sibling's. they lied. now everything's in the open and they tell you that they wish to leave everything in the past and you let them go because every time you look at them you remember the bad stuff.

yeah, i guess he should just get over it. it's not like wwx did anything bad right? lmao the intentions may have been good but it doesn't change the facy thay he fucked up??!

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Cultivators if they knew WWX is scared of dogs