#mdzs drabble

[bnnywngs]

They were certain that what they were watching was the beginning of a great, bloody fight.

Wei Wuxian, in his one tailed form, was looking down at Lan Wangji, on his own dragon form, from a cliff, his lonely tail swishing from side to side in anticipation, before lowering his body and shaking ready to jump.

They all held their breaths. Nie Huaisang was waving his fan at a fast speed, eyes wide. Someone asked if they were supposed to call an adult, but not one answered.

Wei Wuxian jumped.

He landed in Lan Wangji's face, almost as if hugging, tail happily waving in the air and he licked the dragon's forehead. Lan Wangji closed his eyes and huffed, his own tail thumping rather softly on the ground.

"Oh." someone said "They're courting."

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #mdzs drabble #wangxian drabble #wei wuxian x lan wangji #lan zhan x wei ying #just wangxian being wangxian #cloud recesses arc #teenage wangxian #nie huaisang actually knows whats going on #they be cute #foxxian #dragonji #fox wei wuxian #dragon lan wangji #wwx have many forms #he could be like inuyasha's kirara #one moment tiny and cute and then big and threatening #love lwj's happy tail thumping #more or less inspired by twitter user JST0275_duck #love their fanarts #go follow them #my writing #bnnywngs writing #buy me a coffee #english is not my first language

[museaway]

prompt: in another life

MDZS modern AU, xiyao. References a canonical death.

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The sword plunges through his chest and he wakes gasping.

“What's wrong?” Xichen mumbles from the adjacent pillow.

Although Xichen's skin is hot where he touches it, Meng Yao shivers.

“Nightmare.”

“No more horror before bed.”

Xichen's arms engulf him. Against Meng Yao’s ear, his heart beats. Beats.

“I asked you to die with me," he whispers.

“It's only a dream, baby.”

But Meng Yao inhales the earthy damp of an ancient temple, and within another Xichen's eyes, fixed on him at the far end of the sword, sees regret. An unspoken yes.

Unseen, Meng Yao smiles into the dark.

#'i'll make this happy' i thought and then didn't really #xiyao #my writing tag #drabble #microfiction #mdzs drabble #ficwip drabble challenge

[impatiencegyu]

"You'll call?" Xichen asks as he tries his best not to cry. He was gonna miss him so much.

"Oh, you are just like Huaisang sometimes," Nie Mingjue laughed, pulling him closer. "Of course I'll call. I'll text you every hour if I have to."

"That's — that's not necessary." Xichen collects himself, rubbing his tears away. "Did you really have to make Huaisang take his exam now? He was so upset that you had to go today."

"That's why I made him take it now," Mingjue smiles softly, hooking his chin above Xichen's head. "He will cry a river here. And I need to go today, not next week. He will sob and scream all over me and I won't be able to leave."

"Yeah, that, and not because you'll cry yourself." Xichen giggles at the swat he receives on the head for that, before pulling away. "It's probably time to go, hm?"

"Yeah." Mingjue hesitates, staring at his face for a few seconds before looking away. "Don't look at me like that, I'm trying very hard to leave."

Xichen laughs wetly, leaning up to press a kiss against his boyfriend's lips. "Go, call me when you get there."

"Yeah, yeah." Mingjue waves his words away nonchalantly, before leaning in and stealing a proper kiss from him. Xichen melts into it, and wonders what he was going to do without his boyfriend for three months.

Nah, we'll manage. He thinks, smiling brightly at the taller man.

We'll be okay.

#nielan #lan xichen #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #i wrote this ages ago and forgot about it #mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #established nielan #mdzs drabble #drabble #nielan drabble #i honestly have no idea what this is #mdzs modern au #modern au

[seineko]

lan wangji and lan sizhui's relationship isn't discussed enough!

a-yuan was the reason lan wangji lived and i will stand by it as long as i have to.

i'm not talking about living in a physical sense. he would've done so being the light bearer he is, but the peerless hanguang-jun lost his light the second he knew wei wuxian breathed his last.

hanguang-jun was just that, a light bearer, not the source of it. he was the moon that depended on the sun to provide it to the people, but he already lost his sun.

he probably would've gotten sucked into the black hole that was left behind after his star died that he did not realize there was another sun right beside it until he heard the faint cries of a child.

a-yuan. (he was the sun that the last of qishan wen couldn't even hope to be.)

it's the ways in which lan wangji and sizhui's interactions are so subtly domestic that melts my heart completely.

the relationship they share that of a guardian-ward, of a father-son.

the way sizhui (along with jingyi and a few other lan juniors) scream 'hanguang-jun!' and are able to smile while being held hostage really says a lot about both the trust they have in him and how safe they feel around him.

sizhui saying that feels as if he has nothing to fear or worry about, so long as lan wangji or wei wuxian were around. the bone deep trust that he has that he will be safe if he's around either of them even if he was in the middle of a literal death trap had me pause for a few seconds to let myself bawl out.

it's in the way sizhui so willingly and so enthusiastically interacts with lan wangji while everyone around him (except a few of the lan juniors) are scared witless to even breathe the same air as him. even the lan juniors don't seem to have the ease that sizhui has. (okay, this may probably be me over reading into it, but i really did feel that way while reading.)

and, my favorite interaction, sizhui encountering that lan wangji buried a-yuan in a pile of rabbits will never ever make me stop smiling like an idiot.

they have one of the healthiest parent-child relationship i've seen and i so, so long for it.

it's as surprising as it is devastating how less they're talked about. a crime really.

#it's not exactly a relationship study and neither is a drabble #somewhere in between #mostly a rant tbh #just wanted to write about my favorite pair in the entire series that isn't wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #chen qing ling #the untamed #cql #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the founder of diabolism #lan wangji and lan sizhui #lan wangji #lan zhan #hanguang jun #hanguang-jun #lan sizhui #lan yuan #wen yuan #a yuan #a-yuan #🐈‍⬛boba.rants

[wangxianficrecs]

as it should be by Sienne

as it should be

by Sienne (@sienne-k)

T, <1k, Wangxian

Part of Exploring Tropes: Time Travel

Summary: Post-canon Lan Qiren time travels to before the Cloud Recesses lectures. The Cloud Recesses are quiet and peaceful, something his home hasn't been in years. ...In fact, it is too quiet and peaceful. Kay's comments: This story made me cackle. Just. The thought of Lan Qiren taking off to Lotus Pier randomly and just straight-up kidnapping Wei Wuxian so that he can get his nephew-in-law as soon as possible. The added fanart was also really well-done! Super funny! Excerpt: He decides to do his lonely younger nephew a favor (and himself, but that part he won't admit to) and gift him his future husband early. It does not matter that they have not met yet - he knows how their story goes, and if he can save Wangji over a decade of suffering, then by gods he will do it. If Lan Qiren himself gets a very inventive, engaging and intelligent research partner cum nephew-in-law earlier, all the better. If he gets a grandchild early, or - heavens, what joy it would be! - a few grandchildren, then he will not complain, certainly. So he informs those who need to know that he will be unavailable for a day or two - he does not foresee any complications that would warrant a longer absence - and leaves for Lotus Pier.

pov lan qiren, canon divergence, time travel, time travel fix-it, crack, humor, kidnapping, lotus pier, drabble, fanart

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #March 2024 #Sienne #short fic <15k #teen #as it should be #pov lan qiren #canon divergence #time travel #time travel fix-it #humor #kidnapping #lotus pier #drabble #fanart

[ehyde]

Jin Ling has always carried his father’s sword. Once, though, he asked his uncle how to wield a blade like Hensheng. “It is your good fortune," Jin Guangyao had said, “that you’ll only ever need to wield an honest blade.”

And yeah, Suihua’s good. Like a story — like his father.

But Hensheng’s not a story. Hensheng is the reality he’s left with.

Jin Ling takes up Hensheng, wraps it around his waist. Let everyone think he destroyed it. Let them think all his love for his uncle was wiped away. Hensheng was always meant to be worn in secret anyway.

#this was supposed to be a birthday drabble for Jin Guangyao and Jin Zixuan #100 word fic #mdzs fic

[imperfectpompom]

“Ah! Shit…” Wei Wuxian almost drops his chopsticks as the temperature of his mouthful of chilli oil soaked noodles hits him. “Shit!”

Wei Wuxian fans himself frantically with his hands as he tries to blow the steam out of his mouth. Across from him, Lan Zhan watches amusedly as he blows on his noodle soup patiently. Even the way he eats his food is perfect. God dammit - Wei Wuxian doesn’t have a chance. 

As his eyes start to water Wei Wuxian brings his gaze up using one hand to cover his mouth as he debates spitting his mouthful from hell out and the other still fanning his face. God he hopes the mascara he’s wearing doesn’t run. All he had wanted was Lan Zhan to notice his pretty eyelashes. Should have known something like this was coming when he put it on earlier. 

Eventually Wei Wuxian gives up on chewing and gulps the mouthful down. 

You would have thought that by now he’d burnt all of his mouth’s pain receptors off with spice haha!! Guess not. 

“Shit that hurts…” Wei Wuxian reaches for his glass and chugs the whole load of his water down. He usually doesn’t bother pouring the water glass when he sits down, but thank God Lan Zhan did. 

Wei Wuxian sighs as he places the cup back onto the table. Way to impress his crush… 

“Ow…”

“Are you okay, Wei Ying?” 

Wei Wuxian flicks his head up back to Lan Zhan’s gorgeous face with a smile plastered on his face. “Yeah, of course! Not the first time I’ve burnt my mouth hahaha… Only my pride was injured.” 

Lan Zhan’s eyes twinkle with unspoken laughter. “Of course. Do you need any medicine?” 

Wei Wuxian runs his tongue along the top of his mouth - he swears that burning his mouth has never actually hurt before!!! It usually just goes a bit numb. 

He can’t believe he’s saying this, “Well, if you have any then yeah that would--”

Wei Wuxian is cut off by two lips pressing to his own. 

His eyes go wide as he takes in a sharp inhale through his nose - he would recognise this skin tone and these unbelievably close facial features anywhere. 

Lan Zhan???

No that can’t be right. 

Oh, who cares?!?! Wei Wuxian closes his eyes as the insistent lips press closer and a tongue runs across the line of his mouth he drags in a shaky sigh through his lips, opening up to the very much wanted visitor. Wei Wuxian’s body quakes as Lan Zhan’s tongue brushes against his own, his third eye opening as he brings his hands up to run along the sharp line of Lan Zhan’s jaw. 

However, all good things must come to an end and Lan Zhan is retreating back to his seat far too soon for Wei Wuxian’s liking. 

His hands are still hovering mid-air where they were cupping Lan Zhan’s cheeks when Lan Zhan breaks the silence. 

“All better now.” 

“Huh??”

Lan Zhan frowns at him, “I kissed it better for you.” He turns back to his meal. 

Wei Ying slams his hands down on the table and literally jumps over it, coming to a rest when he finds himself straddling Lan Zhan’s legs on the other side. 

“Do it again.”

#ehehhehehe #excuses to kiss wei ying by lan wangji #wangxian #fluff #wangxian drabble #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #yiling patriarch #mdzs

[pocketsizedowls]

Lan Xichen, libra extraordinaire, has never made a decision in his life.

He's been trained to, of course, but only in an official capacity. His uncle once told him to only make decisions after gathering sufficient information, and that has since become the most important rule in his life. This means he's great at mediating conflict, hosting banquets, and making executive decisions like which village gets more rice and what policies he should enact, but he never knows what to eat for dinner and what to do during his free time.

Lan Wangji, neurodivergent/autistic icon, is the complete opposite. He's a picky perfectionist with a strict daily routine, which no one ever interrupts because why should they? It's just Wangji being Wangji. And, in fact, everyone should strive to be like him. Perhaps if he grew up somewhere rowdier like Lotus Pier or the Unclean Realm then someone would finagle him into being spontaneous, but this is the Cloud Recesses. Of course nobody bothered him until Wei Wuxian came along and turned his world upside down.

Before Wei Wuxian, though, there was Lan Xichen. He stops by the Jingshi often, not because he is concerned for his antisocial little brother (well, maybe just a little), but because he gets so bored sometimes and he never knows what to do. Whenever Uncle is busy, little Xichen likes to find little Wangji and follow his routine with him. Can I join you as you meditate, he asks, and can I eat dinner with you? What do you suggest I do after lectures tomorrow? The other day I took your advice and made a painting, do you wanna see it? Can you pick a book out of this pile for me to read first? I can't seem to decide.

This is why Lan Xichen gets along so well with people. He goes along with things, lets people make decisions for him, and genuinely enjoys it. He earns the trust of the skeptical people without even trying to, just because he lets them pick which wine to order at the inn and what day they should go on a night hunt. You might think it's quite counterintuitive for an all-important sect leader to be this indecisive, but it worked out for the majority of his life. Just like how he chooses to believe in the good in people, people also believe in the good in him.

These days, though, Lan Xichen is reconsidering his behavior. As weeks turn into months turn into years, he stares out the windows of the Hanshi and wonders: Would everything turn out differently if he made more decisions based on instinct? Who can he even trust anymore? Would Nie Mingjue still be alive today, if he didn't force him and A-Yao to become sworn brothers? Would A-Yao still be alive today, if he listened to Wangji and Wei-gongzi's warning sooner? All the people who tell him he did nothing wrong must be lying. How can nothing be his fault?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji adds more items to his routine. With Lan Xichen in seclusion, he's busy now. He teaches and he nighthunts and he sits through meetings and he spends time with Wei Ying. He also visits his brother. He drops by the Hanshi every three days and says, can I join you as you meditate, and can I eat dinner with you? What do you suggest I do after lectures tomorrow? The other day I took your advice and wrote a new song, do you wanna hear it? Can you pick a book out of this pile for me to read first? I can't seem to decide.

#mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan xichen #lan wangji #mdzs #ficlet #drabble #light angst #mdzs headcanons #the untamed #cql #mdzs character study #can you tell i'm currently writing an mdzs fic bc my brain is rotting #mdzs analysis #analysis

[person-behind-books]

wangji moved on.

after three years in seclusion and mourning he got up.

he raised shizhui, helped the people, taught the juniors, and build himself back together again.

only once a year, on the anniversary, he would fight his way through and go to that cave where wei ying tore himself apart and play for him until his fingers bled.

afterwards he would get up and return to his life, missing wei ying and mourning but building himself back together above the ashes of heartbreak.

wanyin was unable to let go.

years after years he would search the world for wei wuxian.

he raised his sect stronger than it had been before.

he trained desciples.

and he loved and treasured and taught jin ling.

jin ling was his whole world. the only thing he had left beyond the land his parents once protected.

but still he stayed trapped in the past.

wei wuxian is dead, torn apart, his soul gone. there is an almost impossible chance for him to return and yet wanyin searches.

where hanguang-jun is always there where chaos is, where people are in danger, sandou shengshou is always the first whenever a demonic cultivatior torments a village.

he's trapped. cursed to chase a ghost until his death.

that mo xuanyu ressurected wei ying gave wangji the chance to make a wrong right, let him give wei ying the chance to live a happy live. that he chose wangji was something beyond his hopes. wangji would have been desolate had wei ying still hated him but even then he would live on. their love for each other a healthy scar.

that mo xuanyu ressurected wei wuxian gave wanyin the chance to free himself, let him get closure with wei wuxian and to ultimately cut him out of his body. their love for each other a rot that has festered for over a decade.

whatever might happen after wanji and wei ying will be alright.

whatever might happen after wanyin and wei wuxian would have to start from scratch.

(inspired by @lgbtlunaverse's post)

#i just think they're neat #the way they parallel each other in the worst ways makes me feral #wanxian #wei wuxian & jiang cheng #could also be seen as #chengxian #drabble #lan wangji #jiang cheng #mdzs #cql #haven't written for them in some time

[fortune-maiden]

99. "How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

MDZS with one of the baby Lans? Or Jiang Cheng?

Thank you <333

I'm hoping by baby lans you meant baby twin jades or this is going to be awkward. But at least I got to write Shufu? ^^"

Sorry for sad Lan hours ;w;

Lan Qiren is not the kind of person to question an elder. There is an order and a hierarchy to the world, and his brother’s always had the final say. But this time, he doesn’t agree. “A-Huan was looking forward to this. He wants to see you.” “Not today, Qiren. Please,” his brother pleads. Every time they meet, he looks less a person, and more a fading ghost. “Whether it’s today or not, what difference does it make?” “What difference!” Lan Qiren huffs. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?” He turns away, not willing to see his brother’s reaction.

Also bonus drabble under the cut because I spent a long time looking at this prompt trying to see if I could make it funny somehow xD

“…so next week, we’ll swing by Pingyang – “Not next week,” Lan Wangji interrupts. “It’s Sizhui’s birthday.” “Oh.” Wei Wuxian blinks. “Huh.” “How could you forget your son’s birthday?” “Rather than forget, it’s more that I never – my who?” Lan Wangji stares. “You gave birth to him.” He says it so seriously that Wei Wuxian bolts upright, his mind spinning madly with the dawning horror that he would have to explain to his husband… Then he catches the twinkle in Lan Wangji’s eye, and bursts out laughing. That Lan Zhan – how long had he waited to turn that back on him?

#this reminds me of a ficlet I wrote for shufu week and refused to post because I thought it was too sad #mdzs #the untamed #the number one question i always ask when writing a drabble: can i make it funny? #the answer is no but i'll still try even if its only funny to me #lan qiren #qingheng jun #wei wuxian #lan wangji #fortune's drabbles #i think most people like to write qhj as antagonistic and contrary but i like writing a defeated depressed man #who's just completely given up on everything #and shufu has front row seats to this #and keeps trying to get him to take an interest in spending time with his sons

[bnnywngs]

in a world where lan qiren is a good teacher, wei wuxian has extra classes for advanced knowledge in basically everything, and has music tutoring class with lan xichen.

after the first class, before they ended the class itself, wei wuxian was rushed to lan qiren's office with his dizi in hand.

"xichen? what is the meaning of this?"

lan xichen, looking baffled with his own xiao in hand: "wei-gongzi is a music genius."

"a genius?*

"yes." lan xichen nodded "i haven't taught this song yet. wei-gongzi, please play it after i finish."

lan qiren looked at them with slight suspicious and serious curiosity.

the lan heir started with a soft note, beginning a famous gusu lullaby that was mostly known only to their people. wei wuxian payed attention, moving his head with the rhythm.

after lan xichen finished, he nodded to wei wuxian so he could begin to play too.

and play he did. no note out of place, exactly as lan xichen played just a moment ago. as if he already knew or had the music sheet in front of him - but, alas, he has his eyes closed almost in concentration.

"and he did not know this song previously?" lan qiren asked in shock.

"no, xiansheng..." wei wuxian answered almost shyly.

"i see."

lan xichen nodded "he needs another teacher."

"he does. as you said, he is a genius."

"ah..." wei wuxian looked slightly uncomfortable, a light pink shade on the bridge of his nose that wasn't there a second ago.

"you are also a genius in cultivation, as i've heard." lan qiren continued "more advanced than i thought you were." he sighed "we will be shifting you to other classes, please continue to pay attention and ask us for anything if you need help."

"th-thank you?" wei wuxian looked confused, but excited.

he was released after that, free of any schedule for the rest of the day as his teachers were set to meet and talk about him to find better ones for minds like his.

"what did yunmeng jiang did until now that no one has heard of his work?" lan qiren sighed.

"shufu... i fear he is stifled by the madam. from what i've heard from wei-gongzi himself."

"mn." lan qiren stroke his goatee "at least we have a time with him where we can nourish his mind. ideally, we should ask for him to stay another year."

"wangji would be happy." lan xichen chuckled.

"yes..." lan qiren's voice got a light tone of calculating "he would."

#lightly influenced by that lilo&stitch scene #man i cant believe my muse is back #brazilian & sad #thats me #mdzs #cloud recesses arc #mdzs drabble #lan qiren #lan xichen #lan huan #wei wuxian #wei ying #gusu lan sect #poaching cultivators #wangxian #mdzs headcanons #good teacher lan qiren #wei wuxian is a genius #scholarship for wei wuxian!! #teenage wangxian #teenage wei wuxian #teenage lan xichen #guy is like 19 in this arc #everything is good and nothing hurts #the untamed #wwx my beloved #happy wwx #my writing #bnnywngs writing #sorry for bad english

[kazzys-wx]

wq who is idol omegaxian’s manager, ends up catching alphaji (his bodyguard) and omegaxian making out in one of the recording studios.

wq: ….

wwx: —QING-JIE!

lwj: 😶

wq: Lan Wangji, you’re defiling my idol!?!

lwj: Wen Qing—

wq: How long!?

lwj: …Since I was hired.

wq stares him down, a crazed look on her face. Finally, she jabs a finger in his face, glowering.

wq: If you get him pregnant before his contract is over, it’s /your/ balls on the line.

wwx: Qing-Jie not his balls! We both need those! 😢

wq: WEI WUXIAN!

lwj: I will… make sure to wear protection.

wwx: Thanks for the cockblock.

wq: Have you been doing it raw!?!

wwx: I’m on birth control!

wq slams the studio’s door in their faces, done with the conversation. If wwx wants to get pregnant, let him!

And then he /does/ get pregnant, 3 weeks later.

#wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan zhan #wen qing #mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #drabble #mpreg #omegaverse #dont like dont read #Kazzys stuff

[evilhasnever]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo Characters: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo, and... Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Mildly dead dove, Dubious Consent, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Non-Explicit Sex, Post-Canon, Minor Character Death, POV Second Person Summary:

Jin Guangyao is resurrected into a body that both is and isn't his own, and is horrified. Lan Xichen is there.

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#it is already halloween in my timezone #xiyao #shiome fic #lan xichen #jin guangyao #meng yao #mdzs fic #more of a drabble really #xiyao drabbles

[rarepears]

This is a weird mix of a drabble and just notes/outlines of the idea. Might clean it up later and post to AO3, might not.

Au idea: If MDZS considered more about the impact of war on bodies and minds ft. Jiang Wanyi...

***

Jiang Cheng hated war. There seemed to never be enough time to take a minute to breath and rest after a battle before the next strategy meeting or the next logistic reviews. His robes were always caked with grime and blood, his sword in need another round of cleaning and maintenance, but there was only just enough time to scarf down food and water while another cultivator relied updates of casualty numbers and news of more fighting between the Nie and Jin or the Lan and Wei Wuxian again.

But Jiang Cheng found that he hated the aftermath of the war even more. He was prepared to be overwhelmed by the process of rebuilding Lotus Pier; he was aware of the challenges that would befall on the nearly destroyed Jiang sect, from the lack of financial resources to the manpower and near decimated alliances with the (former) subsidiary Jiang sects. He knew that he had no clue what he was doing, but with his sister by his side again and Wei Wuxian whose mind moved faster than it had any right to, he thought he could handle anything in his way-

But Jiang Cheng never realized to consider this.

[Flashback to Jiang Cheng not thinking much as he powerwalks through the rebuilding efforts and one of the taverns is full of cultivators who fought in the Sunshot Campaign drinking away in broad daylight. It's not even noon yet! This is the 5th time this week that Jiang Cheng caught them slacking away for some drink.

Jiang Cheng still recalls how powerful and serious these men were in battle. They didn't shy away from the fighting, unlike Jin disciples. But here? In peacetime, when everything was finally starting to become normal again, NOW they decide to throw up their self-disciple and become wasteful drunks despite seeing all the hands that were needed for the rebuilding efforts? Jiang Cheng scowled and gave them all a piece of his mind, but he still found them emptying yet another bottle of the most potent rice wine the next day, only in another tavern that was located in a more quiet corner of the town.

Jiang Cheng was anything but pleased to find out that this particular hidden hole in the way happened to also be Wei Wuxian's favorite place to hide away for drinks as well. The thought about the other drunkards fled his mind as he immediately beset upon his brother and haul his ass back hom for jie to give him a stern talking to for abandoning his duties as First Disciple.

But like with the other cultivators whose personalities did a 180 since the end of the war, Wei Wuxian still continued sneaking out for more wine.

Once was an outlier, twice was a coincidence.

Then Jiang Yanli, looking for Wei Wuxian once again, found far too many empty wine bottles in Wei Wuxian's room instead of the man himself.

Evidently this drinking habit was a pattern.

Jiang Cheng scowled.]

Yunmeng Jiang Sect was far worse than he ever expected it to be. It was a clan full of crippled men and women still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of battle wounds. He was up to his neck drowning in the cost of healers and medicine, but he and his pride refused to kick out the honorable men and women who fought to avenge his parents and other fallen members of the Jiang sect. Even if they were rogue cultivators prior to the war, fighting along side them during the three long years of battles installed a sense of comrady that Jiang Cheng acknowleged.

And it wasn't like his meager sect could afford to turn away anyone willing to join it.

But he couldn't very well expect a man missing a leg, from thigh down, to help with roofing or hammering away at wooden boards. A man still haunted by warfare noises, jumping at any and all sounds of screaming, couldn't be trusted to teach classes anymore than a blinded scholar could make sense of the remaining records abandoned by the Wens who occupied Yunmeng during the Sunshot Campaign. Still, this was better than the ones who were permanently paralyzed from the neck down or the woman who received a faceful of metal shards to the face.

(Jiang Cheng wondered if death would be better than continuing to live, unable to see, hear, or smell.)

Jiang Cheng had no clue how Jiang Yanli was able to organize the logistics of it all, arranging schedules that would accommodate people's new bodies and still allow the sect to slowly but surely remerged from the ashes with newly constructed building and new recruits joining their sect. A quarter of the sect was made up of people who's only contribution was making useless noises of complaints about how their beds were too soft or making up fanciful tales of war for children to listen with great rapture. Otherwise they were just useless mouths to keep feeding and endless bags of medicine to continue stuffing.

Jiang Cheng had never thought to factor into his plans of how surviving war would be impacted by having half the members of his sect suffering from life-altering battle injuries. Nearly all of them complained of aching scars on a rainy day and Jiang Yanli was on the constant lookout to watch for people stealing extra pain-relief medication than was prescribed.

At least the sect's consumption of the meat being at an all time low was helping save many coins from the tiny budget Jiang Cheng was working with. Who would had thought that being part of the special forces that got special viewing of Wen Ruohan's torture chambers would leave such a lifelong souvenir?

Jiang Cheng could only hope that, with a third of the sect being vegetarian, now no longer able to consume meat without puking or having flashbacks to the Wen's Fire Palace, mealtimes wouldn't continue backsliding into something that further resembled the Gusu Lan's bland vegetarian fare.

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A pair of Nie disciples served as messengers to the Jiang Sect. They were ferrying some contracts that were to renew the Jiang-Nie trade routes.

Jiang Cheng noticed that one of the disciple had two swords on him while the other had none.

The former glared at Jiang Cheng for daring to ask about it and looked ready to storm out of the receiving room, contracts be damned. The latter shrunk away in shame and embarrassment but mumbled out that his martial brother was holding onto his sword for his own good. That since the war, he was having Bad Thoughts and not having a sword on him was improving things.

Jiang Cheng's mind couldn't help but recall the Jiang disciple he saw committing suicide-

[Flashback 2: Jiang Cheng stumbling upon a Jiang disciple - one of the few who survived the burning of Lotus Pier - by the riverbank, face looking eerily calm as thought he was at peace and not freezing with his legs, up to his knees, submerged in cold water.

Jiang Cheng too late to stop the blade smoothly, swiftly cutting into the long pale neck.

Jiang Cheng didn't tell anyone what he saw. Instead, he claimed that the Jiang disciple had been hiding life-threatening injuries - a slow acting but fatal poison - and succumbed to it last night.

The Jiang disciple, having served the sect for 20 some odd years, deserved respect, no matter the ending.]

And suddenly Jiang Cheng's understanding of Wei Wuxian's refusal to touch his blade again takes on a different meaning. Jiang Cheng didn't want to admit it. Wei Wuxian was supposed to be infallible, undefeatable! He could always be relied upon to show Jiang Cheng up, fixing up his messes with not a speck of effort or thought!

But his drinking, his limping gait when he thought no one was watching, and the flinches when the smell of the kitchen cooking meat wafted through courtyard and open windows into the receiving room all pointed to the same conclusion:

The war had touched Wei Wuxian more than Jiang Cheng realized.

And he was going to lose his brother to a self-inflicted death if he did nothing about it.

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anger by theninjacat

anger

by theninjacat

G, <1k, Wangxian

Summary: wwx gets angry because he deserves it Kay's comments: Short and straight to the point. Wei Wuxian deserves to get a little angry, as a treat. Felt very cathartic to me, the reader, because Wei Wuxian as a character is all about letting things go and looking forwards, but me personally, I wish he had gotten a little angrier sometimes. Excerpt: Baba laughs. A quick thing with none of his usual humour. His voice is soft when it speaks, but it hits with all the subtle force of a knife slid between the ribs. “I am not upset,” Baba repeats, mocking. “Wen Qing was my closest friend. She stood by me and with me when even my own family turned away. The remaining Wen survivors became my family. In the Burial Mounds we had made a home.” Baba speaks, and over the last two years of nighthunts and evenings at the Jingshi and lazy days spent under the sun, Sizhui has experienced a lot of his Baba’s emotions. He has not experienced this.

pov lan sizhui, post-canon, married lan wangji/wei wuxian, established relationship, cultivation sect politics, anger, drabble, angry wei wuxian, wen remnants deserve better, burial mounda ensemble as a family

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Wei Wuxian leans his head against Lan Zhan's, closing his eyes in contentment. Lan Zhan is a heavy but comfortable weight, sitting slightly perpendicular in his lap so that no crushing is happening. The scent of sandalwood is the same as ever, filling Wei Wuxian's nose until he can smell nothing but his husband.

He remembers when they were younger. When Lan Zhan was, though perfect in every other way, still hesitant to "make" Wei Wuxian care for him the way he cared for Wei Wuxian. As if cuddling Lan Zhan has ever been, or will ever be, or could ever be in a hundred thousand years, a hardship.

There's a joke there that Wei Wuxian's not going to make, if only because they're not young anymore. And sitting in Lan Zhan's lap is their granddaughter, conked out after a long afternoon of having to deal with her baby brother crying his head off.

It's okay. He'll make the joke later, once the Jingshi is free of the rest of their family. For now, Wei Wuxian tightens his hold on his husband, rocking them side to side gently as Lan Zhan watches over their other grandchildren, playing by the lotus pond with their aunt and uncle. For now, he'll just exist in, and enjoy, this moment.

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