#all of lwj's attempt at courting wwx is just interrupted by their daughter's iceberg glare from 5 yards away behind a pillar

[drwcn]

Hello! I just read the whole Lan Yan AU and I have Feelings about it. Like damn I kinda want to cry. But also… bro do I feel bad.

I have a question tho. After it was clear that both JC and LWJ were wrong about each other, what happened then?

Ahhh hello friend! Many apologies for the feels >:){

Well... after the Guanyin Temple Drama Showdown, things... well, things didn't exactly go the way Lan Wangji thought it would.

(x) (x) these female rendition of Wuji inspired me lol. The first one is sung by A-Qing!

《midnight sun》 snippet 17 - f!wwx au. [original post]

The kite was flying away.

Wei Wuxian's aimless morning promenade stalled by the riverside training ground, her footsteps unconsciously carrying her to this familiar place she once loved. Along the boardwalk and concrete stairs, she saw the gathering of young folks carrying bows - Jiang Cheng's disciples in their uniforms of pale periwinkle and cerulean blue.

Gazing up, she watched the crane-shaped kite drift farther and farther with the morning breeze, out of the young archers' limited reach.

One of the taller, more muscular boys tried his hand at shooting it down, but missed by a foot. There was a chorus of groans that followed, signaling the disciples' disappointment.

Wei Wuxian chuckled.

"This isn't the training drill." Came a sudden voice from behind, calm but commanding.

The disciples quieted instantly, spinning around at once, startled gaze shifting between Wei Wuxian and the owner of the reprimand approaching them at a swift, even pace.

"Shi...shigu," the youngsters bowed, first at Wei Wuxian given that she was technically their senior and then at the fourteen-year-old who came to a stop at her side. "Da-shijie." (Shigu = martial aunt, since Jiang Cheng is their shifu).

Said girl bowed to Wei Wuxian in perfect form. "Niang."

"Yan'er, they were only practicing."

Jiang Yueqian - even after everything, she still refused to be called Lan Yueqian - grimaced, which for the usually unflappable First Disciple of Yunmng Jiang meant the smooth pale skin between her shapely brows dented ever so slightly.

"They're overextending themselves," replied Jiang Yan in displeasure. Then without hesitation, she reached into the quiver strapped at her side for an arrow, and in one smooth practiced motion, shot down the stowaway kite midflight.

Yan'er was not the oldest of Jiang Cheng's disciples by far, since ranking amongst martial siblings was dictated by order of admission into the sect and not by age, but she was certainly his most accomplished. The junior disciples stared in awe, before breaking into delighted hoots and cheers.

Go da-shijie! Da-shijie is the best!!

Jiang Yueqian huffed, the barest hint of blush dusting her cheeks. "Back to your assigned drills. Any more shenanigans and I will report all of you to shifu for punishment. Word has it that the floorboards need a desperate scrubbing."

At the threat of menial labour, the disciples quickly fell back into formation.

For a moment, the scene before Wei Wuxian melted into the waters, and the ground beneath her feet gave away. In her ears was the ringing of another group of disciples' cheers, another kite that was shot down, another lifetime ago when she still considered herself young, and innocent, and free.

At her side, Jiang Cheng would roll his eyes at her showing off again, but would smirk with pride nevertheless. Yet the affectionate eyes staring at her now didn't belong to her shidi, they...

They belonged to Lan Zhan.

Thirteen years, how Jiang Cheng had kept his promise, and kept Yan'er safe from the world. How frightening it must have been, thought Wei Wuxian, to keep a secret so dangerous so close to heart, when the evidence was this damningly obvious. Her hand drifted up towards her child's face before she could help herself.

Yan'er was her father's daughter.

"Niang?" Bright eyes stared at her curiously. "Is something the matter?"

"No." Wei Wuxian shook her head. She smoothed the fabric of her robes and changed the subject. "I - ah - wore the outfit you had picked out for me. How does it look?"

Yan'er smiled and then clung to Wei Wuxian's arm in an uncharacteristically juvenile display of affection, "Beautiful. Niang is always beautiful, but the robe is a nice change. Niang's hair too, it's refreshing to see it dressed. Shifu said back in the days, you rarely wore nuzhung because you were a rebel, but I think it's because Niang knew all the ladies would be too ashamed to show themselves because they knew they could never compare." (nuzhuang = female fashion).

Wei Wuxian laughed, pinching Jiang Yan's cheek. "That tongue of yours, what a rascal you are! Who taught you to sweet talk like that, couldn't possibly be Jiang Cheng!"

"Well, it's not sweet talking if it's true." Jiang Yan replied innocently, before suddenly realizing that her mother was not one to dress up for no reason. Releasing Wei Wuxian's arm, the smile on her face quickly faded. "He's visiting again, isn't he?"

Wei Wuxian sighed. "Yan'er..."

It's been two months since the Guanyin Temple incident, two months since Jin Guangyao's heinous crimes were made public knowledge, two months since Lan Wangji claimed the seat of Chief Cultivator.

A part of Wei Wuxian truly believed that if there had been no Yan'er, she would simply drift away into the world. The land was endless and the oceans unexplored. Her name may have been cleared, but her reputation could never be restored. Mo Xuanyu had resurrected her as she were; she still had no golden core. And whatever her reason for walking the dark path, whatever sacrifice she had made, it didn't change the fact that she was Yiling Laozu, the grandmaster of the demonic arts.

She never expected that she would ever be welcomed at Cloud Recesses, and she certainly didn't think she could ever set foot again in Lotus Pier, and yet -

— 娘，不要走。

— Niang, don't go.

Yan'er had clung to her in the golden morning light in front of the Guanyin Temple for everyone to see, and begged her to stay with those glassy hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks wet with tears.

— But I...

Then, over Jiang Yan's shoulder, Wei Wuxian saw Jiang Cheng's heavy, wistful expression as well.

— 回家吧。

Let's go home.

And really, how was she supposed to say no to that?

— Wei Ying. Yan'er.

All of Gusu Lan present had stared at Jiang Yan like she was some mystical creature, but she gave everything single one of them the cold shoulder, including Lan Wangji, who she refused to acknowledge no matter how much Wei Wuxian had coaxed.

Jiang Cheng must've learned more diplomacy than anyone gave him credit for, because to Wei Wuxian's absolute surprise, he had stepped up to Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren (who turned an alarming shade of green after learning the many revelations that came to light) and said, "Wei Wuxian is of Yunmeng Jiang and will be returning with myself and my disciples. If Hanguang-jun and Gusu Lan have honorable intents, then please act as customs demand. Yunmeng and Gusu are neighbours, and Lotus Pier has never turned away a friendly guest."

Which in 'Jiang Cheng Speech' meant: I don't give a flying fart if you bedded my sister and begot her with child, if you want to see her again, hoops you will hop, courtship you will do, bridewealth you will deliver in abundance to her front door, and then and only then will all of Yunmeng Jiang maybe consider parting with their Wei Wuxian. Until then kindly fuck off.

One day thereafter, Wei Wuxian overheard Yan'er complain to Jiang Cheng while he dealt with paperwork and nodded along to her rant half-heartedly.

— What's so great about that Hanguang-jun anyway, I can't believe Niang would forgive him after everything! She agreed to marry him?! Shifu, how could you let her do this!

—Let? Yatou, I think you don't exactly know how this works. (yatou = girlie, lass)

—If you forbid it, what can they do? Elope?!

Jiang Cheng had fixed his heiress with a look that said that was exactly what his idiot sister would do, and Jiang Yan had been extremely put out by this. The resulting pout that had ensued for the better part of the night was incredibly powerful - scaring off 95% of her fellow disciples - and an absolute mirror image of a young Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian sighed. If only her stubborn child knew how much she was like the father she claimed to despise.

"Lan Zhan is not what you think," Wei Wuxian reached for Yan'er's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Give him a chance, he is your diedie."

"He is Lan Sizhui's father."

"A-Yuan is - if you knew what it was like back then - yatou, he didn't know. I never told him and I made your shifu promise never to tell. Lan Zhan didn't abandon you."

"That is of no import." Jiang Yan's affect became blunted again, polite and cold. "He abandoned you, after he....after he sired me. Left you all alone to fend for the remaining Wens. That in itself is enough demonstration of his character."

"Yan'er -"

"Mother, I no longer wish to discuss this." Jiang Yueqian drew back. "There's much to do. I shall not take up any more of your time."

Turning to the disciples who were definitely eavesdropping and sneaking unsubtle glances their way, Jiang Yueqian said, "If you have the time to listen in on others' conversation, then it must mean you're all experts at this drill. Now, why don't you demonstrate for me."

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