#male jiang yanli is still an angel

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Headcanons/Thoughts about a Fem!WWX/ Yiling Matriarch AU

If Wei Ying is a woman, then so is Jiang Cheng. I don't make the rules.

That means someone else has to be the heir, so obviously Jiang Yanli is a man in this universe. The dynamic doesn't change much (shige is just as caring and just as good at making soup and parenting his menaces as shijie was, a'Ying is just as chaotic and a free spirit as a'Xian and a'Cheng is still angry and jealous and prickly) but it does a tiny bit, because a male Jiang Yanli has a lot more responsibility on his shoulders and a female Jiang Cheng as a bit less of it, because she isn't the heir (but she's still her mother's daughter, so...only a bit.) Jiang Yanli has eldest daughter syndrome in any universe.

Madam Yu is a tiny bit less hostile than in canon, because yeah, she still thinks that girl is her husband's bastard, but even if she was recognized Wei Ying couldn't be a threat to the position of Madam Yu's son. So she's still pissed, but a tiny bit less.

Jin Zixuan is a woman and has three younger sisters. Why? Because a male heir was needed and her parents had to keep trying. Unfortunatly Jin Guangshan seems incapeable of having legitimate sons. (Meng Yao is still male. And Qin Su is male too, for hilarity's sake. - all of Jin Guangshan's bastards are sons and two of them are older than his eldest legitimate daughter.) That makes Jin Zixun the heir to Lanling Jin.

Nie Mingjue is a woman. She runs the Nie Clan with an iron fist, officially as her brother's regent. A lady of war, brandishing a blade red like the blood it has spilled. (Her brother doesn't want to inherit. He wants to lounge around like a wet blanket and paint dainty things forever! Why couldn't he have been born a younger sister to an older brother, he laments to his friends. Embroidery and accounting and getting married off far away from where he has to do saber practice every day sounds like a dream actually! "Poor a'Sang! You would have been such a good little sister!", Wei Ying coos dramatically. "Suck it up, Huaisang.", Jiang Cheng grumbles, "And don't you dare cry into my robes, that's silk you fucking heathen.")

Lan Xichen is the heir to Gusu Lan. He loves his little sister dearly and would do just about everything to ensure her hapiness. Yes, even argue with the clan elders. Just a tiny bit. His aunt is completely done with his behaviour. (Not that she's any better.)

Acting Sect Leader of the Gusu Lan is Teacher Lan, the Sect Leader's younger sister. Yes, Fem!Lan Qiren. Sue me. It's mostly because the Lan seperate male and female students, and for me that means that there must also be a division between male and female teachers. So to teach Wei Ying and hate her on sight Lan Qiren has to be a woman. Sorry, not sorry.

Lan Zhan is the first daughter and second child of the Lan Clan main family line. Nothing really changes about her other than her adopting a'Yuan causing a much larger scandal (because unmarried woman suddenly has a child is much worse than unmarried man suddenly has a child, duh).

Nie Huaisang befriends the Lotus Pier girls when Wei Ying sneaks into the men's part of the Cloud Recesses one night out of curiosity and runs into him while he's being a tortured artist (read: drawing filthy porn outside by flickering candlelight because his roommates are asleep).

After the destruction of Lotus Pier Jin Guangshan offers the Jiang support - if Jiang Yanli marries into the Jin Clan, effectively making Yunmeng Jiang a part of the Jin sect. The marriage happens, but Jiang Cheng takes over as Leader of Lotus Pier to keep it independent. (Nie Huaisang volunteers to marry into her family and support her because he's turning twenty soon and he really doesn't want to be sect leader. His a'Jie vetoes it.)

Jin Guangshan marries one of his daughters to a male Qin Su, knowing full well that the boy might be his son. The newly named Jin Guangyao is in charge of wedding preparations. He is the one Madam Qin tells to stop the wedding. Obviously he doesn't.

Mo Xuanyu is still a man (very short from malnorishment and with a very feminine face, but still a man) . He apologizes for that fact quite a lot in his notes when he offers his body to the Yiling Matriarch.

The Junior Quartet consists of a Lan boy, a Lan girl who doesn't give a flying fuck about the fact that the rules say she should be on an all girls team, the heir to Lanling Jin and the heir to Baling Ouyang.

#mdzs #mdzs au #genderswap au #headcanons #a lot of unstructured thoughts #ideas #fem!wei wuxian #and a lot of other people also swap #but i'm far too lazy to tag them all #au #fem!jiang cheng is the embodyment of feminine rage #fem!lan quiren is that one old lady teacher everyone was terrified of in highschool #bratty rich girl fem!jin zixuan #at the beginning that is #male jiang yanli is still an angel #fem!nie mingjue is a girlboss #i just love these idiots a lot if you can't tell

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Chengqing Soldier/nurse(doctor) AU

This was... super funny to write, cause it’s one of my favourite ship of the drama/book/and so. And much longer that what I thought but... Nevermind. Thank you for the ask~ I hope you like it. 

“The war is over! The war is over!” Shouted a man entering at the camp. It wasn't long before he was surrounded by a group of men, all of them waiting for what the radio would say.

A male voice began to relate the latest advances and the meetings that would take place to sign the treaties that would end one of the most bloody and deadly events in the history of humanity.

Wei Ying rushed over to Jiang Cheng, the young man lying on the cot with his hand on his abdomen.

“Jiang Cheng! It's over! It's over! We can come back home!” He yelled excitedly. His face was cut from glass from an explosion, but that didn't seem to matter to him. On the contrary, he was seen as the same happy and carefree boy he was before the war. However, his entire face darkened when he realized that something was wrong with whom he considered his brother. “What happens?”

“Nothing...” he said, trying not to show the wounds, but Wei Ying was much faster and pulled the covers that covered him. He hissed when he felt a hand close to the wound, and his eyes locked on the other man's. “So it’s over? Will we go home with A-Jie?”

“Yes... We'll be back... But first you should go and have that wound looked at,” he replied worriedly, kneeling next to the cot and looking at him worriedly. “Since when do you have it?”

“Wei Ying, I'm fine.”

“No, you are not. Come on,” he said, turning around so he could climb onto his back. “Let's go so someone can see it.” Jiang Cheng went to complain, but was soon cut off. “Don't say anything and get on! I promised your parents that I would protect you. And we'll both go home together.”

Jiang Cheng would have complained, insulted him, hit him if he felt better. Not because he didn't appreciate his attempts to care for him, but because he didn't know how to thank him except in such a sullen and brusque way. He was just like his mother, he had the same communication skills... And his father... Well, he wasn’t a marvel by showing that he loved others. With such genetic and examples, how did you expect him to achieve it?

So, swallowing all his pride, he climbed onto his brother's back and let him take him to the field hospital near the camp. They had taken over the mansion of an executed Japanese businessman and used its land and building to be able to treat the wounded in a much more hygienic way than in the middle of the field.

Wei Ying walked in with Jiang Cheng on his back, and soon a nurse appeared, helping him lay him out on one of the few free beds.

“I'll call the doctor right away.”

“Hurry up!” Wei Ying yelled at her when he saw the woman disappear through some wooden and glass doors.

“Wei Ying, stop scaring everyone. I'm not going to die.”

A surprised groan escaped his lips when he heard him, pinching his arm.

“Of course you are not going to die. If you do, I'll go after you to bring you back.”

A smile crossed the lips of Jiang Cheng, who continued to clutch at the wound. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had resigned himself to it all. Soon the clatter of shoes echoed across the floor and a figure positioned itself by the bed.

“What happened?”

Jiang Cheng widened his eyes upon hearing that soft yet strict voice and laid it on the figure, who was looking at him with a frown. It was a girl, a young woman dressed in a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck.

“We're waiting for the doctor,” Jiang Cheng said, even though he wouldn't care if the woman was with him until he came. This seemed to amuse and offend her in equal measure, as she quickly pushed Wei Ying off the bed and began to strip Jiang Cheng from the waist up. “W-w-what are you doing?! Let go!”

“How do you want me to see what happens to you if you don't let me see the wound?” The woman asked curtly, causing Wei Ying to laugh.

“Are you the doctor?”

“No, the clown,” she growled before pointing a finger at him. “Are you going to help me undress him so I can treat whatever he has or are we going to continue to comment the obvious?”

He didn't need to be told twice. Wei Ying began to undress him and put his uniform shirt on the bedside table, moving further away so that the young woman could occupy herself. The doctor leaned slightly and looked at the wound, touching the nearby area and clicking her tongue.

“Since when?”

“Since when what?” Jiang Cheng asked rudely, feeling extremely uncomfortable that it was precisely a woman who was taking care of him.

“The wound. Since when do you have it?” Anybody could tell she was trying very hard not to hang him right now. And it was exasperating. The room was full of wounded soldiers and that he was making her job difficult...

“Two days. There was an explosion due to a bomb and the shock wave caught me. Happy?”

She looked at him in surprise, her mouth widening in disbelief.

“Did you really just ask me if I'm glad you got caught in a shock wave from a bomb?” His words had hurt her and he knew it. The young doctor took a deep breath and began to give orders to one of the nurses, who soon returned to her side with everything she had asked for.

She cleaned the wound and removed the small pieces of shrapnel from the bomb, starting with the suture before covering it with bandages. Afterward, she administered a pain reliever and left, refusing to speak to him.

“Don't get out of bed. You have to rest.”

“Hey!”

The woman left and Wei Ying stayed with him until a nurse asked him to leave. Jiang Cheng stayed in that hospital all alone, listening to the complaints and breathing of the rest of the patients. The nurses moved from one side to the other, although with less bustle than before, at least, until the whole room was silent.

He was dozing every few minutes, not tired enough to fall asleep, but not active or entertained enough to stay conscious.

Every now and then he would see the doctor pass by, working late into the night. Then he watched her do her rounds before going, he supposed, to rest. Jiang Cheng knew that he had misbehaved, had not answered her in the best way, and had underestimated her just for being a woman. Big mistake. His mother would have ripped his head off if she had found out. She would rip it off if she found out, because despite the teachings and widespread thinking of the society, his mother had never educated him to think that way.

And he didn't think that about her beloved sister Yanli. His A-jie was the strongest, hard-working woman he had ever met. Putting her in the same group would be unfair.

The next morning, Wei Ying was there on time like clockwork, smiling broadly at him.

“How did you spend the night?”

“Bored. I've barely slept,” he answered dryly, thanking him for helping with the pillows.

“Why didn't you ask the pretty doctor to give you another pain reliever?” Jiang Cheng looked at him bored. “Not even the nurses?”

“Wei Ying...”

“Okay, okay... Listen. I have to go to town to present some reports that have been requested from our unit. I'll be away for a few days. Do you think you will be able to stay alive during the time I’m away?”

Jiang Cheng snorted, crossing his arms, but nodding. He wouldn’t hold him longer than necessary, especially if the higher command had demanded that he submit those reports, even if he knew he would take longer than expected. They said their goodbyes as warmly as possible both of them could, and Jiang Cheng was alone again.

However, as the hours passed, he got worse and worse. His head was spinning, he was horribly hot, and his eyes were closing tightly. He'd started to sweat as if he'd been doing the most demanding of exercises, and before he knew it, he'd lost consciousness.

By the time he woke up, Jiang Cheng's entire body felt heavy and sore. His eyelids weighed horrors, as if they were made of metal. Apparently the clarity of the day was evident wherever he was. Wearily and heavily, he opened them to find himself in a completely white room, with several beds, some of them already empty.

Jiang Cheng tried to get up. A lash of pain jolted him and made him stay still, as did a not-pretty curse from his mouth. He could hear the chirping of a bird, and the tranquility of some conversations. He licked his lips. They were like two scouring pads. They were split and dry like his mouth. The door opened, letting in a woman in a white coat as if he were a heavenly angel.

“He's awakened,” the woman said softly, coming to his side and leaning in beside him. “How long have you been awake?” The voice was familiar. He had already heard it. Oh sure, the doctor.

“What happened?” He asked, looking around the room and fixing it on the doctor's face. Now that he could, he paid attention to her a little more. Petite, with a soft face and dark hair in a loose bun, as if she had done it quickly. “My whole body hurts.” The woman just looked at him silently before letting out a small laugh.

“It’s normal. Your fever rose as soon as the young man who brought you here left. We have managed to control the temperature, but we have to check what has caused it,” she replied, helping him to sit up slightly. She put her hands back on his shirt, this time his pajamas, and began to undo the buttons. Jiang Cheng looked horrified. He wasn't used to being undressed by any woman.

“W-what are you doing?!” He asked again and seemed to have returned to the first day in the hospital. Jiang Cheng's eyes were wide with surprise and disbelief; He had even stuttered and his voice had come out in a torrent of highs and lows, just like when his voice began to change. The woman seemed to find it amusing, as she put a hand to her lips, trying to hide her smile.

“I have to treat and check the wound,” she answered calmly, as if she had already had to endure something similar, and, after struggling with the young man, she stripped him of his shirt and pointed to some bandages, which covered his abdomen. She worked in silence for several minutes. The wound was necrotic, but the surrounding skin was beginning to take on a slight pinkish hue that indicated proper recovery. The high fever must have been due to the action of the body to try to heal him naturally. She changed the bandage and put the shirt back on, much to the embarrassment of Jiang Cheng, who felt like a little boy. “It’s done. You better rest.”

“Jiang Cheng,” he replied quickly when he saw her try to leave. “My name is Jiang Cheng,” he replied. The woman simply nodded and, bowing her head slightly, said goodbye. “W-wait! What is your name?” He asked before watching her disappear through the door. “I want to be able to thank you.”

“I don't need your thanks, Mr. Jiang, because it's my job. Although… I accept them, ” she said before leaving without saying her name.

The recovery was considerably faster than Jiang Cheng expected at first. In a few days, the wound hardly hurt, and in a few more days, he was able to go outside for walks in the gardens to get some fresh air.

He saw the doctor, whose name he still didn’t know, working on several occasions. She always worked. There were only a few times when he didn't see her working, but she was in the company of a tall young man with a boyish, sweet face. It was on those occasions that she laughed. Carefree, relaxed, happy. It was like a breath of fresh air. And, to his surprise, always, always, the doctor had some kind word for him, even if he had behaved like an idiot.

One of the mornings in which she went again to check how his injury was -one of the last, since one of his superiors wanted to send him back to the front and had told him so by letter- he steeled himself and asked him for a date. Well, he tried, because what came out of his lips was a pretty pathetic, babbling, and hardly meaningless attempt.

He didn’t know her name and he also knew that he had been the worst with her, so no affirmative answer was expected. However, the young woman looked at him, brushing her hair from the bangs that had fallen over her eyes, and accepted. And Jiang Cheng couldn't have been happier.

“I hope it's not until very late; I must work tomorrow and you, rest.”

“I promise it won't be. But…” The woman looked at him silently, waiting for him to continue. “You still haven't told me your name.”

“Wen Qing,” she replied before leaving. “Be punctual.”

He didn’t know how he did it, but he managed to be prepared as best he could and wait with a bouquet of poppies that he had taken in a field near the hospital. It didn't take long for Wen Qing to come out, gazing at the poppy bouquet with a raised eyebrow.

“I thought you would like them,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Uh... If I didn't know about the poppies applications, I'd think you're trying to poison me.”

Jiang Cheng looked at the small bouquet in confusion, not quite sure what she was referring to, until the girl smiled and took it from his hands.

“Come on, let's go before sunset.”

They walked through the town, enjoying the environment they were in as best they could. It was difficult to concentrate when there was still a lot to be resolved from the war. They both sat on a nearby bench and watched the soft orange rays tint the mountains. He didn't quite know how, but he took her hand and squeezed it silently. She didn’t make any sudden movement that would suggest that she disliked him.

“Wen Qing,” he began. He had to tell her now. He couldn't deny that he felt a certain attraction to the pretty doctor who had been taking care of him all this time. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” She asked, turning her head and piercing him with those two big, expressive eyes that seemed to read his soul. Jiang Cheng felt naked. He didn't dare tell her.

“They'll send me to the front again tomorrow,” he snapped. The light that shone in the woman's eyes disappeared as soon as it had arrived. Wen Qing simply nodded. “And... I don't know if we'll see each other again...”

“I thought the war was over,” she answered quietly, trying to stay professional at all times.

“Apparently, there are still some militarized areas that have to...”

Wen Qing stopped him and nodded.

“I get it. It is your duty after all.”

He didn't expect those words, but Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say to him. He had cowed again. Wen Qing remained silent for a bit longer until he felt her squeeze his hands back. He hadn't let go of her hand.

When it was time to part when they got to the hospital, where that boy with boyish face was already waiting for her, Wen Qing walked him inside to bed. But, before she could leave, he called her.

“Miss Wen,” Those two expressive eyes looked up at him before waiting for an answer. Jiang Cheng reached inside his pocket and took out a small handkerchief with a delicately carved and lacquered wooden comb. He handed it to her. “Don’t forget about me.”

The woman watched him silently before taking both.

“I won’t.”

Jiang Cheng returned home after a long and tortuous months. He was one of those many survivors who still didn’t understand why, being less capable than others, were still alive. Perhaps it was due to the chance factor of luck or it was some design of the gods.

Jiang Cheng was greeted with great joy and humor by his family. Along with Wei Ying, they were the only men who had returned. His father had passed away years before at the front, may the gods take care of him. His sister had enlisted as a nurse and had recently gotten married. Even his mother, who had been most affected by the whole matter of the war since and looked tired and emotionally devastated, gave him a small smile, even when he informed everyone of the decision to move from a city to the north.

He continued to write letters to his entire family, especially to his older sister. In the letter he was reading at the time, she informed him of her pregnancy and of Wei Ying's progress in a small music school where he worked with an officer he kept persecuting. In her letter, at the end, as in all the others, she asked him to take care of himself and to visit her more often, that she missed him a lot and that she was very proud of him.

Chest puffed out with pride, Jiang Cheng folded the letter and laid it resting on the table, next to the steaming cup of coffee. He leaned against the white metal chair in the café, western-inspired coffee like everything at the time, and dropped his lids open when he heard a laught. Expressive eyes watched him from the opposite chair.

“Did I keep you waiting long, Mr. Jiang?”

“It's worth the wait, Mrs. Jiang,” he replied with a small smile when he looked at the comb decorating the woman's bow.

He always thought that the war had been a mistake, and that paying attention to Wei Ying about going to the hospital was crazy, but he had to say -something that he would never recognize his brother- that that decision had only had one good thing; it had brought Wen Qing into his life.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #chengqing #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #wen qing #my writting #ask #pru-sama