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bnnywngs · 1 year
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× major character death (wangxian) ×
"This blood will be in your hands."
Lan Qiren remember those words like he has just heard them. The last words his younger nephew told him, looking straight into his eyes with such defiance, such fire and hatred, that it surprised him.
It shouldn't.
Lan Wangji's blood was, indeed, in his hands. Not only his, but all his clan who witnessed in silence as well as condoned the act itself.
That time, they all thought they were doing the right thing, just following their rules as they should. None of them were supposed to follow or befriend evil, let along protect it and fight against one own clan for it. It was a sacrilege, a scandal, what Lan Wangji did - hurting 33 elders just to protect a demonic cultivator. Lan Qiren could only scoff and rage, happy to sign his nephew's sentence of 33 lashes of the discipline whip.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Beside those words, the thing he remembers and regret the most, was the face Lan Xichen expressed when he heard, when he arrived at Cloud Recesses to a silent, lonely funeral. The tears he shed when he saw his younger brother, his only brother, look like he was only asleep, serene and in peace. Cold to the touch.
It's been 13 years since then. Since his older nephew even looked at him properly.
And now, to hear that his death was for nothing. That they killed (killed!) a righteous man who was innocent. Not one, but two. Because although he was rash and arrogant, Wei Wuxian was also a victim, the biggest of them all. The most righteous cultivation to ever walk between them, who won a war for them and was soon treated as dirt.
"This blood is in my hands." Lan Qiren thought, late at night, a cold pot of tea in front of him.
What did he do to his nephew? Why... No. He knows why. He shouldn't pretend otherwise.
"Wangji's blood is in my hands. Wei Wuxian's blood is in all of our hands."
Beside his pot of tea, long forgotten, was a package delivered to him earlier that day. Letters, written and half-written, dry flowers, drawings, poems, more drawings, a tentative confession written with tears staining. All expressing a deep love between two young man.
The regret. This regret. It'll be his downfall. To think of what it could be, of what it will never be.
Because of him.
Because their blood is in his hands.
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twistedappletree · 5 months
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whatapunderfullife · 4 months
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Nie Huaisang was really like is anyone going to avenge my brother or do I need to create a plan that involves reviving my old friend who you all hate cause he's the only competent one around here
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deathbyoctopi · 2 years
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Nie Huaisang, master actor, looking all surprised at the reveals that HIS OWN EVIL PLAN brought to light. 
I love him ^^
(from manhua ep. 246, the temple scene)
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moleni87 · 1 year
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Female Nie huaisang💃💃
The master mind😖🥺
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jayktoralldaylong · 2 years
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Everyone likes dark Huaisang, I understand the appeal, it's hot. Honestly though, personally I prefer little bubbly sweet and innocent Huaisang. I know people feel like he died along with his brother, but I feel like parts of him are still there. Yeah, he's chief cultivator now but part of him still wants to play with his senior Wei. He's still harmless little Huaisang to most of the Cultivation world (and more like Guangyao than he thinks if anyone ever thinks of crossing him or 'putting him in his place').
I get the feeling that Wei Wuxian would definitely still play with him. Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen would play with him too but they're kinda busy being depressed and broken.
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coreofgold · 7 months
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@irresistiibles for Nie Huaisang
Roll 22 Though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress
"Wonder how they got the speakers to work this far." Lan Xichen muses as he walks into the empty part of the maze. "I've been to quite a few mazes but none like this."
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blessyouhawkeye · 2 years
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nie huaisang is thee most character of all time. he's a prettyboy who's obsessed with fans. he's the weakest cultivator of his generation and never uses his sword. his nickname is the headshaker because he doesn't know anything. he spent a decade masterminding a plan to secretly manipulate basically every major player in the cultivation world in order to reveal the truth about his brother's murderer. he conned a guy into sacrificing himself to bring wei wuxian back to life. he tricked lan xichen into murdering jin guangyao. he failed high school three times.
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nangongpuye · 10 days
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p.s. i'm back!!
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themaymoth · 4 months
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Nie Huaisang, the magnus archives au
fight the urge to call the secret mastermind a nerd and push him into a locker
[SUPPLEMENTAL]
•bitch got secrets
•actively using his spider senses to be a minor inconvinience
•my guess is he fucked around in his brother's weird book collection and oops now im marked by the mother of puppets, guess that's my life now
•i know jin guangyao is supposed to be able to read minds in this au, so my thinking process is: when he joined the archives he was only being compelled and still in the process of becoming an avatar of The Web so he didn't actually know what he was doing and the mind reading power couldn't get him
•in conclusion martin blackwood if he was annabelle cane with a mustache
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mxtxfmk · 3 months
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where we all collectively forgot we were told who the mastermind was right from the start
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velxi-thestar · 5 months
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It's really sad to think about the possibility that after Nie Mingjue's death, there not only was no one close to Nie Huaisang, but no one to comfort him through the loss of his only remaining family. To cope he put on a pathetic persona and a happy-go-lucky facade, but when he was behind closed doors.....all of that was gone.
And he wasn't really given that much time to mourn, as he was the last remaining member of the Nie head family and had to take the position as head of the clan, without experience or proper guidance. He was basically told to suck it up and deal, and when he would freak out over not knowing what to do people would ridicule him behind his back.
Nie Huaisang deserves the world, idc if he is a mastermind manipulator.
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Could you do Accidental sworn brothers NHS, JC, WWX?
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“So,” Jiang Cheng said.
It was a very ominous sort of ‘so’.
“Hi, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said. “Have you eaten? I trust you been well. I’ve been all right, myself. Things are pretty quiet. The weather’s been pretty nice, though I don’t think it’s ever as nice in Qinghe as it is in Yunmeng. Has it been raining much?”
Jiang Cheng was giving him a death glare.
“…lots of rain, huh?”
“I don’t care about the vast majority of what you did to get revenge on Jin Guangyao,” Jiang Cheng said flatly. “But you put Jin Ling in danger.”
“Not…much danger.” At Jiang Cheng’s incredulous look, Nie Huaisang shrugged. “He kept him alive this long, didn’t he? I figured Jin Ling was pretty safe, as these things went. It was only at the very last moment that he actually threatened him directly – and Jin Ling wasn’t even supposed to be there.”
Judging from Jiang Cheng’s expression, he wasn’t buying Nie Huaisang’s argument.
“All right, fine,” Nie Huaisang said. “Still, you came to visit me, which means that you’re not just here to yell and tell me that our friendship is over, you could do that by letter. You want something from me?”
Jiang Cheng struggled for a moment, then grimaced. “Yeah, I want something.”
He was so predictable sometimes.
“Tell me what you need me to do to get your friendship back, and I’ll do it.” Nie Huaisang thought about it for a moment. “Within reason.”
“I want you to help me fix my relationship with Wei Wuxian.”
“…I said within reason, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said, horrified. “Do you want me to bring the moon down and give it to you while I’m at it?”
“It’s not that bad!” Jiang Cheng protested, except, no, really, it was exactly that bad. Years and years of deception and betrayal and bad feelings on both sides, an incredibly knotty tangle of emotions with no one completely right and no one completely wrong and debts and anger and – it was bad, okay? “Anyway, you managed to fix Jin Guangyao, didn’t you, even though he was Chief Cultivator and you had basically no evidence? Fix this, too.”
“It’s in no way comparable!”
“Listen, you said you wanted to know what you needed to do to get us to be all right with each other again, right? This is it. Do it.”
Nie Huaisang opened his mouth in protest.
“I won’t accept anything else,” Jiang Cheng said, and crossed his arms in a way that suggested finality. “You’re the mastermind, aren’t you? So mastermind!”
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Nie Huaisang really didn’t want to lose Jiang Cheng’s friendship, now that he knew there was a possibility of keeping it, but he also had no idea how to even start going about fixing the unfixable. He flattered himself to think that he knew Jiang Cheng pretty well after all these years, but based on everything that had happened, he didn’t understand Wei Wuxian well enough to know where to start.
Clearly, he needed help. No, more than help – he needed expertise.
Currently, Nie Huaisang was sitting in one of the rooms in the Cloud Recesses the Lan sect used to host guests waiting to see the sect leader on business. Of course, with Lan Xichen in seclusion at the moment, the actual person taking petitions was the person Nie Huaisang come to see: Lan Wangji.
He didn’t expect to be seen to quickly, the way he might have when he’d been on familiar terms with Lan Xichen – he was a Great Sect leader, yes, and an allied one, and so ought to be accorded first priority, but Lan Wangji was also a petty little brat sometimes. Lan Qiren had come by in an unofficial capacity, looking long-suffering, and they’d had an unexpectedly enjoyable conversation on the subject of the rules relating to filial piety and revenge, which Nie Huaisang interpreted as possibly the first time Lan Qiren had ever voluntarily given him a good grade on anything.
(He was weirdly moved by it, but mostly still traumatized. He’d hated school.)
After the old teacher left, Nie Huaisang sat around waiting and drinking tea, amusing himself by thinking of all the ways this forthcoming conversation could go wrong, and just when he’d gotten to the end of the fourth scenario, Wei Wuxian himself came strolling in.
“Oh, hi, Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang said brightly, not allowing considerations like shame to apply. “How’ve you been?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” Wei Wuxian said. “And you?”
“Well, I’m –”
“It works out quite well that you’re here, actually,” Wei Wuxian said, barreling onwards without waiting for the answer. “There was something I was hoping you might help me with.”
Nie Huaisang hid his face behind a fan. “Who, me…? I mean, I’m always glad to help, if it’s within my power – and, I mean, I’m glad you asked! And here I was worried that Wei-xiong didn’t like me anymore.”
Wei Wuxian waved a dismissive hand and sat down.
“I’m sure it’s something you can help with,” he said, smiling in a way Nie Huaisang didn’t like. “After all, you led the entire cultivation world around by the nose to catch Jin Guangyao, didn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say that…”
“Well, I would. This should be no problem in comparison!”
Which meant, of course, that it was going to be a problem, because anything was easy in comparison.
“Oh, Wei-xiong, I really don’t know…”
“Don’t give me that! At least listen to it, okay?”
Nie Huaisang was always willing to listen. He nodded.
“I need you to use your mastermind skills to help me fix my relationship with Jiang Cheng.”
Nie Huaisang blinked once, long and slow. “With…Jiang Cheng?”
“That’s right!”
“But…why me…”
“Everything is just a complete mess between us,” Wei Wuxian said plainly. “It’s probably mostly my fault, and I’ve probably wronged him in ways I don’t even remember, but – I’d like to fix it. I’ve tried to fix it. I even tried leaving it alone to see if that would help, and it definitely didn’t. Everything I’ve done only makes it worse! So I need someone else to manage it.”
“And you picked…me?”
“Don’t put yourself down, Nie-xiong. You’ll manage!”
“I haven’t even agreed yet!”
“You need something from Lan Zhan, don’t you?” Wei Wuxian said, grinning at him. “You’ll agree.”
“Of course I’ll agree,” Nie Huaisang said with a huff, tossing his head. “You’re a dear friend, Wei-xiong! Why wouldn’t I agree?”
Anyway, he had to do the work for Jiang Cheng anyway. Might as well score some points flattering Wei Wuxian while he was at it.
“You’re so kind,” Wei Wuxian said, rolling his eyes at him. “Thanks, Nie-xiong. I look forward to hearing what our next move is. Have fun having tea with Lan Zhan!”
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“You did this to yourself,” Lan Wangji said solemnly.
“I know,” Nie Huaisang said. He was lying on the floor, arms and legs splayed to the sides as he stared up at the roof in an effort to express the depths of his desolation. “I’m well aware.”
“Mm.”
“I’m having a crisis over it, even.”
“Mm. Could you have the crisis elsewhere?”
“Don’t be mean, Lan Zhan. Of course not. I need your help!”
“Denied,” Lan Wangji said, as if Nie Huaisang really were just one of the random petitioners he had to deal with these days.
“If you don’t help me, I’ll fix up their relationship so good that you’ll have to deal with Jiang Cheng all the time,” Nie Huaisang said threateningly, and noted with amusement the way Lan Wangji’s brow twitched at the thought of having to share either space, time, or Wei Wuxian with Jiang Cheng. “Listen, no matter what the others think, I’m not really a schemer or a mastermind! I just ran with the course of events and tried to change them when they looked like they weren’t going my way, that’s all.”
“I wish you luck,” Lan Wangji said, immoveable as an iceberg.
“If I try to solve this, I’m only going to make it worse,” Nie Huaisang said. “That’s not even a threat. It’s just a fact.”
“I look forward to seeing the end results,” Lan Wangji said.
Cruel, indifferent man.
“I don’t even have a good model on how to solve this,” Nie Huaisang complained. “I mean, I don’t think I know of any relationships that splintered and then were actually repaired? The only thing that comes even close is what er-ge was up to with da-ge and san-ge all that time ago, when he was trying to get them to like each other again – of course, san-ge ruined that by committing murder, but I think we can probably avoid that here! I mean, I think we can. And it’s not workable, anyway, because…”
He frowned. Nothing was coming to mind.
Nothing at all.
Well then.
“Actually…”
Lan Wangji actually put down his brush. He looked mildly alarmed. “Nie Huaisang,” he said. “What are you thinking of doing?”
“Nothing, nothing…nothing at all…”
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“How did this happen?” Jiang Cheng wondered.
“No idea,” Wei Wuxian said. “But at least we’re friends again, right?”
“Not just friends,” Jiang Cheng said. “Isn’t that right, da-ge?”
Wei Wuxian puffed himself up like a peacock. “You bet, er-di!”
“The sacrifices I make for my friends amaze even me,” Nie Huaisang said to a stunned-looking Lan Wangji. “I’m really all heart, aren’t I?”
“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said solemnly. “I am going to kill you.”
Nie Huaisang cackled. “No, you’re not,” he said cheerfully. “Or else my da-ge and er-ge might have something to say about how you’re treating their san-di…and I, at least, promise not to kill either of them!”
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deathbyoctopi · 2 years
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oh look, if it isn’t the “I Don’t Know Nothing” Squad!
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Like all things in Nie Huaisang's life, it started with Da-ge.
When killing Jin Guangyao and causing the heartbreak of Lan Xichen didn't help, didn't bring back his Da-ge nor gave him happiness or peace, at least - he tried something else.
The thing about sacrificing one, and alienating the other source of his to demonic cultivation was that it made everything way harder than it should have been - but he was always a resourceful little demon. Just as easily as he defeated the mastermind behind the murder of his Da-ge, he found himself back in time, when Jin Guangyao was still called Meng Yao and Da-ge was still a living, lovely little ball of rage and fierceness.
It was a strange experience, to be older than his brave and strong and talented Da-ge, but... he would always be his spoiled little didi. It wouldn't take long to get back to being the pampered little Second Master of Qinghe. Except...
He couldn't allow himself to be that lazy and shallow as he was. His Da-ge would. Not. Die. Not under his watch.
He was ready to kill Jin Guangyao, before the man could lay even a finger (or a faulty note) on his brother, but-
The man he met at the first time he opened his eyes in his past - in his new present -, was Meng Yao. His favorite non-Da-ge person, his friend, his first (second, if he wanted to be honest) crush. Da-ge's deputy, whose presence was essential in the daily lives of Qinghe. Nie Huaisang's plans changed in the minute he heard his A-Yao's soft words of concern.
"Is Second Master okay? Should I call for the healer?"
It was real.
Ever since he realized who killed his beloved brother, he questioned everything he knew about Meng Yao. He questioned his care, his love, his friendliness. But it was all real. His A-Yao really cared about him.
Maybe not Jin Guangyao. But Meng Yao did. And that care was what saved him.
"No, it's okay! It was just a quick dizziness, but everything is good now. And how many times more should I tell you that it's A-Sang?! A-Sang! A-Yao is so cruel to his A-Sang," he pouted, and the helpless adoration in the other man's eyes was so clear to him now that he didn't understand how past him had failed to notice it.
"Once more, probably," Meng Yao sassed, his tiny smile and cute little dimples hidden behind his sleeves.
"So cruel..." Nie Huaisang muttered, hiding his own smile behind a fan.
"Sect Leader sent me to tell you to get ready for the arrival of Young Master Lan," A-Yao said, taking Nie Huaisang's hairbrush in his hand to tame the unruly hair, and the younger boy allowed it, deep in his thoughts.
Meng Yao had to stay. Qinghe couldn't afford losing him right now, Jin Guangshan didn't deserve him, Nie Mingjue needed him at least until after the war, and Nie Huaisang... well, he wanted him. But in the past, as soon as Meng Yao had a better option, he took it, be it the adoration of Lan Xichen, the acceptance of Jin Guangshan or the opportunity to become Sect Leader. Meng Yao would do everything to be as close to power as he could, to be acknowledged and respected.
Nie Huaisang couldn't give that to him. He was just the heir, and saving Nie Mingjue was the whole reason for doing the whole time travel thing. He was not powerful enough. On the other hand, he would never allow Nie Mingjue to fall for Meng Yao, as his brother would never survive that relationship. Allowing Jin Guangshan to accept Meng Yao into the Jin Sect was absolutely out of the question. But-
But.
Hm.
That might work.
Lan Xichen had fallen for Meng Yao before. It was inevitable, but it was not enough. They would never do anything with their feelings; Xichen-ge was too Lan for anything, and Meng Yao would always feel inferior. And just the two of them... that would not guarantee Nie Mingjue's survival. (Hah! On the contrary, it would make the whole murder easier.) But!
But...
Lan Xichen always had a soft spot for Nie Huaisang. With some carefully timed helpless tears, some grateful hugs that last longer than appropriate, some flattering words and carefully cultivated image of being soft and sweet and just spicy enough to not be seen as a younger brother, it would be so easy to seduce the First Jade.
A-Yao already adored him, and if he had the means, the opportunity and the incentive to have Nie Huaisang as his, he would take it. Before, he never started anything with Huaisang because being the husband of the Second Young Master was not attractive enough. But being the spouse of the heir of Qinghe AND the heir - soon-to-be Sect Leader - of Lan was a completely different thing. Having connections to not one but two of the Big Sects, being Consort Lan, the husband of a man who would be indulgent to all of his manipulations and power games would be a temptation not even Meng Yao could resist.
Jing Guangshan had to die soon, though. It would be a shame to kill his not-yet-husband because he thought it was a good idea to suck up to his walking sexually transmitted disease of a father.
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