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bunnycoffeeumcat · 5 months

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post of the fics I read (wangxian) because they're getting v hard to manage, and also for recs if anyone wants them

also like this is gonna be ongoing forever, cause its mainly for *points to self*

Guys dont be like me, and read tags.

*slowly updating*

ALL COMPLETE UNLESS I SPECIFY OTHERWISE

the GOOD ones

impossibility brought to life series A little harmless role-play for stress relief leads to an impossible fantasy becoming reality and a dream come true that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian could never have anticipated. 163k

(dreaming of) being human “Pets are not allowed in the Cloud Recesses.” Lan Wangji stares at the animal in his older brother’s arms. It is his understanding that they went to rescue a group of children, not hunting for...whatever this creature is. Lan Xichen chuckles, strokes the creature’s fur. “He is not a pet, Wangji. He is a person. A Huli Jing.” Lan Xichen moves to take his leave, the door to the jingshi already open when Lan Wangji asks, “What should I call him?” His brother turns back, a few snow flurries catching in his hair and instantly melting. “His name is Wei Ying.” 109k

A Matter of Time After Wei Wuxian's death, Lan Wangji went insane, doing everything in his power to get back his most precious person. Willing to sacrifice every single person in the cultivation world to reclaim his love. 41k

love, in fire and blood In which the Sunshot Campaign ends through an arranged marriage to the Yiling Patriarch, and Lan Wangji suffers the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. ft immortal wwx 360k

all i want Wei Ying leaned a little closer. "The conversation we're having right now is about how it turns out I'm a bearer and we weren't careful and I'm not expecting anything from you, but now that you're here you should know that I'm...ah...you know..." "Pregnant," Lan Zhan said mechanically. "Pregnant," Wei Ying agreed. "You knocked me up, Lan Zhan. Sorry." 47k this one is so so good

silver & gold Wandering through a rather busy night market on the boundaries of Gusu after a successful night hunt, Wei Wuxian with his son and nephew chance on a mysterious cultivator who rivals him at talismans. Curious as to the wares she has spread out over her table, he forgets the simple rule - you break it, you buy it. AKA Wei Wuxian gets turned into a child and because it is Wei Wuxian, no one has any idea what to expect. 161k

how to be a heartbreaker “Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced. He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening. He fell for it. A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel. “Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?” 105k

A Myriad of Blossoms Eight months after surviving the First Siege of Burial Mounds, the Yiling Patriarch, stronger than ever before, asks for Hanguangjun's hand in marriage. To refuse Wei Wuxian is not really an option and Lan Wangji, still recovering from the events of Nightless City, is left learning to live with a man he barely recognises. 56k

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight the one where Wei Wuxian spends the year before his wedding as Yunmeng Jiang's acting sect leader, and the cultivation world's greatest love story finds its happy ending with the help of three juniors, a teenage romance, and one very involved (and exasperated) younger brother. 290k

the scarlet lotus a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life. 137k

MDZS: The Golden Engine In the modern era, immortals Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian return to Gusu. New evil and old friends + new friends and old evils. 82k read the tags!!!

Canon Divergence / Canon Compliant

Little Death The resentful energy thrums within him as he scans the room, whispering all kinds of unspeakable wishes. It wants blood. It wants life. He does not have to take either in strong measures to stave it off. The itch growing inside him will dissipate if he gives it a little of what it wants. A little blood, a little vitality, as one does in acts performed in a place such a this. A taste, and it will be sated. For now. He is still in control, after all. 28k

inevitable everything The Yiling Laozu demands Lan Wangji's hand in marriage in exchange for his aid in the failing Sunshot Campaign. Or so it seems. Three months earlier, Lan Wangji is rescued from the Xuanwu of Slaughter's cave by a handsome man with a brilliant smile who wields a power he always believed corrupting and uncontrollable as easily as breathing. 193k

When the Words Stop Coming Wei Ying had been openly declaring his love for Lan Zhan ever since they met at The Cloud Recesses. Confused and emotionally constipated, Lan Zhan rejected him, until everything went wrong, until he lost Wei Ying in the end. 13 years later, Wei Ying cannot trust Lan Zhan with his heart. 7k

To Love a Lonely God Lan Wangji wasn't supposed to die, but he did, and the Yiling Patriarch will burn the world to the ground to bring him back. 6k

Post Canon

Far Away You Are Suddenly, it snaps into place. The weary way Lan Zhan has been holding himself is suddenly cast in a new, much more distressing light. Somebody is responsible for it, a real live, horrible, blind, stupid person. The combination of guilt, sadness, and anger that sets in all at once is hard to contain. Lingering wisps of resentment that remain from the night-hunt flock to him, like calling to like. All four boys stare at him with wide eyes. “Wei-qianbei,” Sizhui says. “You look...um…” “Scary,” Zizhen breathes, beaming. “Who has rejected Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks. Or; during one of his visits to the Cloud Recesses, the juniors strike a blow to Wei Wuxian's certainty that his feelings for Lan Wangji are one-sided. 17k

a kind of emptiness Recovery is complicated. 11k

the absence of hunger “He told me that you have not been eating.” Wei Wuxian chuckles. This is not the appropriate response. 27k

Aus

meet me at friday at seven Wei Ying is a romantic and dreams of meeting the love of his life some day. After a string of bad dates he’s set up with a friend of a friend, and when Wei Ying sees a man across the bar with his gold eyes and white ribbon he’s immediately taken with him—too bad it turns out that’s not actually his date. Lan Zhan, Wei Ying learns, isn’t really into dating, but after he runs into him two more times by coincidence he believes, romance or friendship, he and Lan Zhan are destined to be together. 128k

there's no promised goodbye here Wei Wuxian navigates the trials of living with his ex-boyfriend in apartment 1301. 54k

leading tone The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection. Wei Ying has no marks at all. 32k

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace Wei Ying is wed to emperor Lan Wangji in order to save the Gusu Lan empire. But instead of the blissful marriage he was promised, he is spurned and sent to the cold palace—until a chance encounter changes his fate. 84k

The Last Concubine Humiliated and taken as a concubine (but not touched) by Wen Rouhan, Lan Wangji is taken to a deserted area of the Imperial Palace and forgotten there, ignorant of all the political changes happening around him. When the new Emperor, Wei Wuxian, finds him, he has to choose between lying to Lan Wangji about everything that has happened and risking his life. 13k

my memory plays our tune, the same old song Someone moves into the vacant flat adjacent to Lan Wangji. They have a small son who cries himself to sleep every night. Reminded of his own troubles as a child, Lan Wangji takes the music box his mother gifted him and knocks on his new neighbour's door. If the music box was able to help him, there is no reason to believe it won't be able to help another child in distress, right? 15k

Reluctant partner how Meng Yao ended up being Wei Wuxian's birth partner. 31k

Closer Than Eternity In a world where immortals keep to themselves, one of them has decided to let himself be seen. 26k

I'll buy you the moon (I'll buy you two) Wei Wuxian swallows and exhales shakily. Lan Wangji is acting very collected for someone who just spotted a ghost. Shit. If Wei Wuxian survives this, he is going to have to fake his own death again. 28k

Post Mortem Life is a horror movie sometimes. You ignore all the warning signs. You end up standing there in the final scene, covered in blood, contemplating your life choices. Wei Ying is used to that. But it’s harder when you’re in love with your best friend. 28k

take me back to a time So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?” 143k

other earths and skies Increasingly desperate, Wei Wuxian turns to unconventional means to help the Wens. If one can call trading away a year of his life to live in a secluded estate with a mountain spirit 'unconventional'. Or, the 'east of the sun, west of the moon' one. 53k

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) Wei Wuxian plots to expose a catfish using strategic memes and turtle pictures while wiggling his way out of family dinner. Lan Wangji just wants companions. 54k if the loml could be turned into a fic, it would be this fic

always be closing

During a long overdue divorce and messy custody battle, Wei Ying gets demoted to small business finance. There, he's partnered with a new closer who clearly hates him, until he finds out Lan Zhan is far more verbose—and dare he say flirtatious?—in writing than in speaking. 32k

finally safe (for me to fall) When he meets his first client, Wei Wuxian, he’s fully confident he can gain experience while also keeping details of his personal life from the caring older man. But as time progresses, and his relationship with Wei Wuxian begins to shift, Lan Wangji can’t stop the lines between professional and personal from blurring. 77k

Nothing but your heart

Thirteen years after Wei Ying received no response to his letters about their son, he meets Lan Zhan again. 21k

Smutty filth lol w maybe some plot

to know, to be known series Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian got together, of course. They're still figuring things out. Just gratuitous prn. Sometimes that's all you need.

plant the seed of your love, let it take root Lan Wangji has moved out of the city and back into his mother's old home in the country, inviting his alpha best friend Wei Wuxian to live there too. Platonically! As Friends! Then, the stay-at-home order hits...Then, his heat hits... 37k

at your feet Wei Wuxian brandishes his hand, coquettish like an empress. “Kiss my hand, Hanguang-Jun,” he says 2.6k

crawl on hands and knees until you see the fic where Lan Zhan verbally degrades Wei Ying while fucking him with Bichen, and also loves him very much. 4.3k rip bichen

A Lesson in Patience Just a moment ago Wuxian's dearest husband had walked out to take care of something; he requested that Wuxian wait until he was back to do anything. Of course he chose not to listen. What could he say, Wangji was hot when he got mad. 4.4k

to know that you're mine Lan Wangji immobilizes Wei Wuxian and fucks him all throughout his normal business day as Chief Cultivator, even with others around. 3.9k

The Strength to Hold Him Wei Ying's new golden core has grown stronger. Lan Wangji has some feelings about that. 7.9k

Thorough Investigation Wei Wuxian makes a minor mistake on a talisman he's testing. Or he makes a "micro" mistake. Lan Wangji is happy to help his husband work out the kinks. Kinks. Get it. This summary is a mess sorry. 6k

love like a hand at your throat Wei Ying catches wind of his horny, pregnant mate stuck in a meeting for the day. He intervenes. 3.5k

For Everyone To Hear Lan Zhan fingers Wei Ying under the cover of their dinner table. It leads to bathroom sex and embarrassment. 5.5k

walk my days on a wire To the rest of the tech industry, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are former classmates and bitter rivals. But the truth is quite different. During their monthly meet-ups at discreet hotels, they enjoy a very different kind of relationship. One evening, a fantasy spins out of control, forcing them to confront the truth: it's not just sex anymore. They both want something deeper, something serious. 27k

Tonal Vibration

One too many comments of “tag ur porn” on Lan Wangji’s extremely popular Youtube ASMR channel gets him thinking. Wei Wuxian, a middlingly popular camboy, and long-time fan of Hanguang-jun’s ASMR finds the new smutty dirty talk channel and films his reactions to it. 7k (podfic available)

Maybe You're the Reason

Lan Wangji clutches his phone in a tight grip. The dial tone drones a steady rhythm in time with his fluttering heart. Suddenly, the cloth of his shirt feels suffocating.

This is a mistake. He never should have written that number down—not from a flyer promising something so shameful. 67k

The Grandmaster of Dildonic Cultivation

Wei Wuxian invents a new toy. Lan Zhan helps him test it out. 7k

Curse shenanigans

come to my heart On a night hunt, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get cursed and stuck in each other's bodies. As you would expect, shenanigans ensue. 29k

and fall to desire After a nighthunt, Wei Wuxian takes a curse meant for an inadequate husband. Lan Wangji happens to be in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (right) time. 14k

beneath six layers of silk While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud. 12k

with such a suffering, such a deadly life Staring down at their hands, Lan Zhan shakes his head. It's a slow, loose shake, so different from his tight movements of just moments ago. Almost like he's drunk. An uncomfortable thought arises at this apparent level of relief. "How...how long have you been in pain?" Wei Wuxian asks. Lan Wangji is so preoccupied on one of his precious, rare nighthunts with Wei Wuxian that he does not feel it when a tiny, quiet curse latches onto him. 7.1k

Linger in the Sun "Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again." Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him." -- Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway. 39k

grow “Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.” “I think so,” Sizhui says. “To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says. “Yes,” Sizhui says. “So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.” Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them. (Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.) 14k

moonlight caught in mutton fat It wasn’t bone. It was too smooth. It caught the light like something greased. “A curse,” Lan Wangji breathed, because it could only be such. The Twin Jades of Lan get turned to jade. 45k

your hand in mine

A curse brings Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji together—literally. 20k

Others (pov of other characters, humor, other minor ships, etc)

anyway, here's wuji Lan Jingyi comes of age. 18k

Losing My Mind On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother. 6k

Bestseller when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit 7k

Important Distinctions Father arched an eyebrow and lifted his chin. Jingyi said, “Hanguang-jun would like to respectfully state that he thinks you are a punk-ass bitch.” “Lan Jingyi!” another Lan disciple hissed, horrified. “He said it with his eyes,” Jingyi protested. “It’s Expression 321.” Sizhui fished the book out of his qiankun pouch and flipped through it. One of the Ouyang junior disciples sidled over to him and peered over his shoulder. “There really is a book.” 5.3k

Model Behaviour Jiang Cheng watches his nephew attempt the impossible: seducing the purest Lan disciple. If Lans could bet, Lan Xichen would have wagered in Jin Ling’s favour. 1.3k

you are my chosen family 5 times sizhui and jingyi accidentally call wei wuxian and lan wangji dad, and the 1 time they do it on purpose. 14k

My heart in my sleeve Wei Wuxian needs a new workshop. Lan Wangji has room in his qiankun sleeves. 2k let lwj spoil his husband

Audience Of One

that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake. 181k

This is XiCheng, Wangxian is bg only.

Attempting the Impossible

Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he's become an uncle again... several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?! 36k

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #wangxian fic rec #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs fics

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deathbyoctopi · 1 year

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The year is finished, so it is time to look back and go through the best AO3 treasures I found these last 12 months!! And since XueXiao has been the bane of my existence ever since i discovered it, I decided to make a top 10 list of them!

So these are (in no particular order) my favourite (song)xuexiao fics:

- the backyard is full of bones by @veliseraptor A thoroughly enjoyable what-if with Xiao Xingchen being a bit smarter about the wounded man he found. Extremely well paced and written, it eases into the enemies-to-lovers dynamic perfectly, and it depicts characters so believable and well-rounded that it practically feels like canon.

- I promised you a garden by @lady-of-the-lotus A short snippet into an alternate timeline where Song Lan’s consciousness is trapped in a paperman and forced to bear witness to the yizhuang’s (very sexy) domestic life. Cute and frustrating and very, very satisfying. (One of those where Song Lan’s not having a good time, which might be one of my favourite tags).

- Now that I see you by @10holmes Don’t usually go with unfinished projects, but this one is an absolute treasure which’d need to work very hard to go awry, so of course I’ll have it here. We have a double canon divergence with Not Blind!Xiao Xingchen, and Amnesiac!Xue Yang!! Which make for a delightfully angsty relationship as they both tiptoe around each other, all while battling with internal turmoil, conflicting morals and a misplaced low sense of worth. A fic absolutely worth keeping track of.

- The prisoner of Jinlintai by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior A rather recent project that had us in tethers for a month and a half (!) with the very sexy prompt of Xiao Xingchen being framed and arrested by the Jin, while a certain guest disciple with a sweet tooth was still around... Another enemies-to-lovers with a wonderfully natural evolution in their relationship, with the extra treat of a rich and entertaining world building that could easily sprout a few spin-offs.

- Nothing but a way of shading blood by @veilchenjaeger This one is very recent, but it shoot up to my top 10 immediately, both for the marvelous writing style and the perfect way they executed the prompt. It provides just the right amount of anguish in Xiao Xingchen, before and after certain discoveries are made, and the diplomacy game with Jin Guangyao and his minion just adds an extra flavour in an already spicy mix.

- Heaven has a road but no one walks it by @silvysartfulness The second (and last) ongoing project here, but just as deserving of the spot. This book-sized treasure is a long journey of (re)discovery, of a slowly kindling relationship with wonderful twists and turns. The slow pace balances out perfectly with some intense (and, in one occasion, thriller-like) action scenes. Also, it was the fic that made me see SongXueXiao with a more favourable opinion.

- lie back and let me unlock you by @veliseraptor A short and extremely sexy xuexiao roll in the hay, with the amazing prompt of Xiao Xingchen being (quite shamefully) aroused at the thought of his old enemy Xue Yang, and good ol’ Chengmei offering to rolplay. The result is even more unbelievable that what you can imagine!

- On the topic of cold by @andreri25 A cute little snippet in the early days at Yi City, where Xiao Xingchen almost dies from hypothermia and Xue Yang has to keep him warm. So what if he takes advantatge? Daozhang won’t remember, and he does need some hot friction after all! It’s wicked and cute in equal parts, because Xue Yang starts off really concerned (even if he wouldn’t admit it or know why, really) but changes gears when the danger is over...

- Final victory by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior A funny concept very well executed, particularly in the emotional response both Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang give at the different turns of the plot. Daozhang discovers that his old enemy is in town, killing people, and after recovering from the surprise, Chengmei offers his help to hunt him down. Cue some well-placed deceit and a cruelly cute happy ending.

- it hurts at first (but it ain’t that bad) by @veliseraptor Yet another change in dynamics with Xiao Xingchen discovering his mysterious friend’s identity, if only this time because Xue Yang flat-out tells him (well, he thought he was done for anyways). What follows is a wonderful deluge of arguments, moral dilemmas and Xue Yang’s particular brand of twisted social logic that allow a deeper (and less deadly) reprise of their last canon conversation. Just lovely.

Which one of those I like best? I don’t know. I don’t care! They are all fantastic.

AND, since this year was also the first I started actually writing some original content, and not only devouring other artists amazing works, lemme put them here as well >w<

- Phantom Threat The foregone conclusion of all the fix-its that have xuexiao become an item (sans hidden identities, that is), in which Song Lan arrives at Yi City and does what he should have done in canon and talks directly with Xiao Xingchen, to reveal the terrible secret... which he already knows about.

- To carry a bit of yesterday A small slice of life in the Three Year Bliss, where Xiao Xingchen wants a family portrait and despite being quite contrary to the idea, both a-Qing and Xue Yang end up complying. It has amazing art by @wrathyforest, too!! ^-^

AND FINALLY, just a few non-xuexiao fics I also loved to the moon and back, but have little-to-no connection other than belonging to the mxtx universe.

- You’re stuck with me by LikeAFlamingKiss_Consume A delightful jadecest with dark!Lan Xichen (well, dark!Everyone and their mother, it’s a fucked up AU) and a reluctantly horny Lan Zhan.

- Blood array by @giraffeter Though it could technically be a xuexiao fic, the actual fucking here is between Demonic Gremlin Team Extraordinaire! Xue Yang and Wei Wuxian, sooo... doesn’t count. The fic is entertaining, very sexy and their interaction is marvelous to follow!

- Despite warning signs by @extrapenguin A surprisingly cute and light-hearted Xue Yang/Mo Xuanyu little treat, from their days as Jin disciples. A happier alternative reality for both of them, with fluff and smut in equal parts, which never fails to make me smile.

- Qi Rong’s day off by @ahintofblue Too bad the only tgcf fic to make the cut is a very, very nsfw alternate outcome of the mausoleum scene from book 2, but what can I do? The writing’s so smooth and engaging, it’s rough and cruel and I loved every single minute of it.

I have the gnawing feeling I’m still forgetting something, either here or in the xuexiao part... but until I discover the way to check which fics I left kudos in, I either go through an ocean of titles from my ao3 history page (that won’t even let me filter!!!) or I just wait for my two braincells to click one day. Oh, well!

Thanks for reading, and to all writers, THANKS FOR WRITING!!! I love you all. Have a happy new year!

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #ao3 #xuexiao #thank gods for ao3 and every single one of its writers #mdzs fics #fanfic review #the most PRECIOUS THINGS I've read this year #octopi reviews #tgcf #heavenly official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #(yes. the last one ^^U)#mdzs recs #fanfic recs #rec list

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fanfictiongreenirises · 2 months

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Summary:

Jiang Cheng getting poisoned at a discussion conference leads to more revelations than anyone anticipated.

for day 3 of @zcxevents's ZhanChengXian Valentine's!!

#zcxvalentines #zhanchengxianvalentines #zhanchengxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #mdzs fics #iris writes

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maria-taiwin · 9 months

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Thanks to @unkonageki beautiful crossover art, I'm thinking to MDZS/The Untamed horny shenanigans 😍🥰

Precisely about mdzs!wwx passing one night with cql!lwj, wwx is thrilled by this new adventure while lwj stays in the bed with only the silk outer robe, blinking slowly at this Wei Ying like a cat and looking composed as always has been. Wei Wuxian finds this Lan Wangji so cute that he wants to eat him whole. So he basically does what he used to do in his mariage life: prepare his roleplay. He approaches the bed and when he gets near he wraps LWJ's whole body with the blanket and screams out loud Lan Zhan's lovely name.

Out of all predictions, cql!lwj lets out a tiny squeal calling wei ying's name, his breath freezed. Poor Wangji, even though he grow over his gay panic and he's now confident on his feelings in the CQL verse too, he still isn't used at all to this kind of intimacy (he's touch starved af) and though he doesn't show he feels already adorably dumbfounded at the idea of wei ying sleeping willingly with him (!), but this is not HIS wei ying, his zhiji, so he also feels kinda confused and in guilty.

Wei Wuxian of course reacts surprised: "wait what? I'm usually the poor maiden in danger in roleplay, why it's you now?".

Lan Wangji watches him visibly distressed but he tries to recompose himself soon because he doesn't even want Wei Ying thinks he got rejected.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it. You can advance if you want."

Wei Wuxian notices that even this Lan Wangji has the red ears when he's embarassed and he can't help to get amused again, but then notices something else.

"Lan zhan?? Why you have the high boots in bed??"

Lan Wangji has not the force to admit that he was so emotional at Wei Ying being in his bed together with him that he forgot to take off his boots.

Wei Ying passes the night laughing to death while lwj looks extraordinarily gloomy in sleep. He sure won't lose his face again in the morning 🥰

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #I have so much fun writing this ahah #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs wwx #cql lwj #mo dao zu shi #cql #danmei #crossover #mdzs headcanon #cql headcanon #the untamed headcanon #mdzs fics

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mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain · 11 months

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Wangxian mermay 2023

Day VI: Courtship. (And crows)

🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦

The bell went off halfway through shufu’s lecture.

Lan Wangji struggled to keep still, his frequent fidiging didn’t go unnoticed. Xiongzhang glanced at him several times. He never drew attention to Lan Wangji’s distraction and didn’t ask any follow up questions, though Lan Wangji was sure he had many, as he did himself. Mostly the ones around ‘procreation’ but when the hour concluded he could barely control himself enough to depart orderly let alone stay and ask Shufu questions about children.

Once he was clear of the lecture hall, he discarded any notions of ‘orderly’ or ‘controlled’ and swam faster than was permitted towards the surface.

The floating dock had been constructed two short months after their meeting. Though it could hardly be called a dock. It was more a section of dock that had been anchored so it wouldn’t drift during the tides.

The sun was hot, hardly any wind to break the stagnant heat rising from the limp waves of the afternoon tide.

The crow was asleep on the floating dock, the bell bolted to the wood silent beside it.

Lan Wangji swam up to the dock, knocking twice on the wood.

The crow jumped awake, hopping over to him, rubbing its beak and head against his.

Affectionate, just like her creator.

"All right." Lan Wangji kissed the top of her head, "What do you have for me?"

The crow nipped at his finger. Unfolding her wing a small box covered in soft light blue fabric, wrapped in a darker blue silk ribbon.

He thanked the crow with a tiny herring and a shiny stone, as well as a return gift.

The crow nipped his finger one more time before flying away, vanishing beyond where he could see into the clouds above him.

Lan Wangji opened the gift carefully.

Resting inside on white silk was a ribbon.

Not his.

This one was red and black. The main body of it was red, the clouds were black, and the phoenix motif in center was a mix of reds, black, and gold's. But this one had been made with soft golden eyes.

The note under the ribbon read: jiejie says I should tell you to try not to defile this one as I've most certainly done to yours. (though I will deny it to anyone but you.) How is Lan-laoshi? Still lecturing you on 'proper' sex? Jiejie has supplied me with several books, enough oils to last us a lifetime, (or a few months depending on how determined we are to see if one of us can have kids) and strict instructions to come to her if I have questions. (I have so many. My delayed education takes up a good portion of her day now.)

I miss you.

Yanli-jie made her courtship look so easy. How has it only been six weeks since we last spoke? I miss your voice, the feel of your lips, the way you hold me so tight, like I'm your world.

I love you. I cannot wait to see you again.

It's only ten more months.

(The gods must hate us.)

I am yours, as you are mine

-Wei Ying.

His ears were burning, as was his face, by the end of the letter. His mind (unhelpfully) conjuring images of how Wei Ying's 'defiled' his sacred ribbon.

Bringing the red one to his nose, he breathed in the smell of ion, thunder, and phoenix ash before looping it around his wrist and tying it off.

Wei Ying was not wrong. The waiting was intolerable. It had been too long since their engagement had been announced, the Lan and Wen's jumping ahead to ensure a proper union of their Sect Heirs was made in the face of everything that had upended their world in the last few years.

They were frequently told their union would be good for the Jianghu. A celebration after so many decades in stalemating war.

Lan Wangji took several stabilizing breaths, inhaling the humid summer air, his heart racing so face he felt it could be seen through his skin.

He stared at the sky.

So brazenly blue, clouds drifting across the endless expanse.

Somewhere up there was his lover. Attending to his own education for their marriage, and thinking of him too.

Lan Wangji let his decorum enough to sigh.

How would they wait ten months indeed?

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Wei Wuxian<adopted into the Phoniex Wen Sect, Wen Qing is Sect Leader.

Lan Wangji< Jiaoren Gusu Lan Sect.

So I wanted to do the first half of mermay from WWX's POV, and the last half from LWJ's, but this prompt gave me so much hassle. I tried everything for this one before the this one. It's shorter than the others, so hopefully still just as good.

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"Start Here, at these Irrefutable Truths"

X Posted from twitter and ao3 Rating: Gen Fandom: MDZS Ship: none, Yunmeng Shuangjie reconciliation, Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian, background Wangxian Word Count: 4,544 Tags: Brief & skippable Mention of suicide ideation, body dysmorphia, Grief/Mourning, Survivors Guilt

Summary:

Mo Xuanyu’s body burns in the sun. Among the sins that Wei Wuxian counts against him, this is one of the most grievous. Jiang Cheng looks at one of the most dangerous men alive, the scourge of the cultivation world, and the first thought that comes to mind weighs heavily on his heart. He looks like Jin Ling. --- Or: The Body doesn’t feel like it's Wei Wuxian’s, but his shidi would recognize him anywhere.

notes: this was my first foray into fic writing in over a decade so it's more angsty and experimental 🙈 the single line of suicide ideation is marked by /// at the beginning and end so it is skippable.

Mo Xuanyu burns in the sun. This is not uncommon, or surprising. The Jin, with their creamy complexions and delicate figures, are not known for laboring beneath it. Only sect leader Jin, the latest, is known for enjoying resting beneath its rays. His cheeks turn a warm pink in the heat and settle to a light brown by end of day.

But Mo Xuanyu- Mo Xuanyu burns in the sun. Pale skin turns red and peels as easily as an overripe persimmon. On long days outside, his body will itch and blister and lead to dizzy spells.

The first time Wei Wuxian faints in the heat he laughs as his husband applies a cooling salve to his neck and back. The second time, he sits so still in the cold spring that there are no ripples. His gaze stays glued to the opposite shore but does little else. His husband keeps a vigilant watch, afraid that he'll fall asleep and drown if he looks away for even a moment. Lan Zhan is always looking at him.

Even during those long years apart, the ghost of his image haunted him from his peripheral. He never could turn his head quickly enough to catch it. When he sought echoes of those features in the faces of strangers, they could never come close. There was a time he panicked and took this to mean he was forgetting him. In moments of desperate longing, he would return to familiar locations and overlay scenes from his memories to be see him again, even for just a moment.

To have him again, to be able to hold him and press kisses down his back and on his knuckles, to discover him a new, is like a prayer answered. It does not matter to him what form he takes, Wei Ying is Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan will love him anyway. All the more for returning to him

But- But Mo Xuanyu burns in the sun. Among the sins that Wei Wuxian counts against him, this is one of the most grievous.

He will always be grateful for his sacrifice, for the chance to see through his eyes the faces of those he loves so dearly.

Mo Xuanyu's too small hands fit neatly in A-Yuan's large ones.

They are just long enough to play a dizi with ease but not strong enough to train with a blade for hours.

This small body can be carried so easily by his husband, can bend in so many marvelous ways, yet takes all day to recover from a hangover. This body, in moments of pure unadulterated joy, does not instinctively turn to either side to share it. It does not seek that which it has never had.

This weak golden core allows him cultivate again but he cannot race across the skies. He cannot heal his own injuries. Wei Wuxian, the head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, once shrugged off errant arrows from his cute shidis with nothing more than a laugh.

Wei Wuxian, husband and cultivation partner to the illustrious Hanguang Jun, cannot even heal irritated skin. That is a skill that is second nature to the disciples of Yunmeng Jiang, though hardly necessary for anyone used to summers at Lotus Pier.

The third time Wei Wuxian faints in the sun, they are on the way to a cultivation conference in the Unclean Realm.

His quiet demeanor goes beyond the time his husband spends circulating healing qi through his system. Wei Wuxian does not notice the stares from other sects, nor the way they whisper to one another about the sound of his silence. He does not notice the searching gaze from Yunmeng Jiang.

Sect Leader Jiang hates these conferences. If he wanted to hear people disagree and complain about every minor decision he would talk to the matchmakers again. The food is rarely to his tastes and the rooms are always too cold. The Jin are ostentatious, the Nie's too utilitarian, and Gusu Lan is much too quiet. People always tip toe around him as if he will start whipping people at any moment.

He is watched like a tiger in the middle of a market, the threat is implied by his mere presence. His reputation is hard earned.

When they had nothing but ashes and mud, when the vultures were circling above Yunmeng Jiang, and their back was to the flames, they had Sandu Sengshou. Rooster, pig, and snake. The war hero that no one must ever make the mistake to anger or offend. A man who could kill his brother, a demon in his own right, is capable of anything. The Yunmeng Jiang were protected by the reputation of a man known for his cruelty and quick whip, a man who was always ready to address any offense.

In the settling dust of the war, when Jiang Cheng had nothing else, when his life had gone up in flames around him, he had this: The last gifts from his parents, Sandu and Zidian. The last remnant of his sister, Jin Ling. And a dizi.

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In those early years, the only thing that kept him alive was the obligation to his sect and to his nephew.

But on the nights where Jin Ling’s absence felt like a hollowing of the soul, when every time he closed his eyes he felt the discipline whip, when the shadows showed him the last memories of his family covered in their own blood, that obligation felt like a noose.

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Yunmeng Jiang had Sandu Shengshou and little else. If you ask Sect Leader Jiang, he would say that didn't amount to much. If you asked a Jiang disciple, they would say that was all they needed.

Who else but Sect Leader Jiang embodied the the ways of Yumeng Jiang so clearly? Who else could have taken mud and ashes and raised a sect so strong? Who else would haven taken in street orphans and misfits and given them a name and a home? What other sect leader would have waded in the mud and labored along side them during the scarce years? Who else had the unrestrained strength of their rivers in their blood and lightning coursing through their veins? Who else could have done the impossible, if not a man birthed from the very waters he protects.

If you ask the elders whose lakes sit at the edge of Lotus Pier, those who remember a time before the ashes when laughter would echo across the water, they would tell you this: The people of Yunmeng Jiang do not love lightly.

Whether it be people or places, once that seed is planted in their hearts, you’ll have an easier time drinking the river than uprooting it.

What could be considered impossible in the face of such devotion? That is the Yunmeng Jiang way.

And that is a son of the Yunmeng Jiang.

The terror of one land is a hero at home. When is a monster not a monster?

When you are the reason it has become so mangled.

The people of Yunmeng Jiang understand this better than most for they are the only ones who survived the war with two terrors to their name.

But the passage of time softens the blows of war. Yunmeng Jiang, once isolated as a consequence of having nothing to offer, is self sufficient in a way no other sect can claim. For this reason, there is always someone trying to corner sect leader Jiang at these conferences. There is always a trade contract to be negotiated or a someone’s cousin or disciple to meet. For reasons sect leader Jiang can’t quite parse, the smaller sects have stopped throwing every woman of marrying age at him and have started introducing him to cultivators of various talents and renown. He is mildly offended at the implication that he would want their castoffs when his own disciples are so highly skilled.

His second in command has perfected the art of diversion in these instances and Jiang Cheng has become intimately familiar with the isolated corners of every sect. So when Hanguang Jun’s husband disappears and misses dinner, he has some ideas of where to look. Not that he is searching for him or anything, but if anyone were to ask him, there are directions he could point to. Such as the training ground behind the stables. It just so happens that his post dinner walk has taken him in that direction.

The food Nie Huaisang provided was too rich and made such a stroll necessary. It has nothing to do with Jin Ling sneaking away with his friends or Wei Wuxian’s absence. This is a digestive walk, practically medically mandated for a cultivator that cares about being in peak condition.

Danger lurks around every corner, it would be embarrassing to perform poorly in a battle simply because food didn’t sit well in his stomach. He is in the middle of creating a new nightly regimen to torment-train his newer disciples with when he comes across Wei Wuxian

Jiang Cheng looks at one of the most dangerous men alive, the scourge of the cultivation world, and the first thought that comes to mind weighs heavily on his heart. He looks like Jin Ling.

Here is the thing about about the Yunmeng Jiang, a trait every child of the lake shares: they will always seek comfort in water. When a Jiang disciple marries out or leaves the sect, it is not uncommon to find them staring longingly into ponds or streams.

When Jin Ling was young and had to return to Carp Tower after months spent in Lotus Pier, his disappearance would often cause a havoc among his caretakers. More often than not, he could be found wading in the lotus pond his father built or sitting at its edge.

Once, when he was still a toddler and throwing a tantrum about being left behind, Jiang Cheng found him asleep in the stables next to the horse's trough. The sight was so achingly sweet that he took the time to commit it to memory before carrying him away.

If he had possessed any artistic talent, he would have painted a portrait to be able to look back on it across the years.

As Jin Ling's chubby little hands grasped against his robe, sleeves still wet from the horse's water, he felt like he could finally breathe. For the first time in years, something slotted into place, and It took a moment to realize what it was.

Relief.

When Jin Ling finally leaves him, or when Jiang Cheng dies, whichever comes first, he will still have the comfort of water. Jiang Cheng has failed in so many things, has let countless of people down, but he was able to give him this. This one thing that no one can take that from him. This intrinsically Jiang thing.

It had been an old fear, he wasn't sure that Jin Ling would take to it in the same way, the Jin are different after all. They don't share their ways.

He will never forget his shijie's shamefaced confession right before his naming day. Frantically whispered in a rare moment they had stolen away, Jin Ling bundled in her arms. "A-Cheng, they wouldn't- the wouldn't let me do it. He wasn't born in the water." It had stunned him into silence.

It didn't seem feasible that any child of Jiang Yanli wouldn't be born swimming. Even his own mother, raised in the mountains where it is too cold to swim, made certain to have water births. When Wei Ying came to them as a half starved thing, he couldn't swim but would still float on his back for hours until he learned.

Raised alongside the heirs of Yunmeng Jiang, it wasn't long before he was swimming as strongly as any of them. Countless days were spent under the sun for hours, until their skinned pruned up and other tasks called them away. The happiest moments of Jiang Cheng's life were spent in the waters of Lotus Pier.

His father had taught him how to swim, and Jiang Cheng had taught Wei Ying.

It should have been Jiang Yanli who taught her son how to dive off a dock without making a splash, and go for lengths without breaking the surface.

Instead, he got Jiang Cheng.

He had taught countless shidis how to swim, of course, it wasn't difficult.

But could a man so devoid of affection teach Jin Ling to find safety and security in the currents. To love them? He wasn't sure. It felt like it would be the final betrayal of his family's memories if he failed in this. And yet, Jin Ling learned to swim before he learned to walk. Running around Lotus Pier in those ridiculous golden outfits that made him stick out like a sore thumb, his shijie's beautiful little boy was every bit as Yungmeng Jiang as any of them.

And beneath the moonlight, sitting next to what passes for a pond in the Unclean Realm, Wei Wuxian looks like Jin Ling.

His face holds the same delicate softness that Jin Zixuan's did, his eye brows furrow similarly to Jin Guanyao's when someone arrived with an unexpected guest.

It’ss Barely noticeable, but he can see that at some point, Mo Xuanyu had broken his nose.

It's in a different spot from the break in his memories. During their second Dragon Boat Festival together, before the development of their golden cores, Wei Ying had stolen the poisonous paper animals from Jiang Cheng's wrist and tripped in his attempt to get away. It was ugly. He had smashed his face into a food stall run by their shixiong's sisters and painted his festival robes red. Jiang Cheng kept an arm around him as their shixiong's elder sister flagged someone down to take them back home. In an attempt to calm a crying Wei Ying, the younger of the sisters gave them three sticks of wrapped tanghulu that Jiang Cheng ended up tucking into his sleeves for later. Back then, food always cheered Wei Ying up.

By the time his shixiong found them, with their shijie trailing behind, his crying had deescalated to just hiccups. Thinking back on it, he remembers Wei Ying being more upset about the sullied robes than from the actual pain.

Things between them right now...they're not good. They're also not horrible. But the bar is very, very low. But Wei Wuxian has been quiet all day.

He hasn't moved from where he is sitting with his knees pulled next to his chin and arms wrapped around his shoulders. There's no indication that he's heard Jiang Cheng approach, but at his age, he knows better. He should leave.

He should turn around and tell one of his disciples to go tell Jin Ling to tell The Boy to have Hanguang Jun come collect his husband. But- Right now, sitting alone in the Unclean Realm, Wei Wuxian looks like Jin Ling when he wants to cry.

And he has never been able to walk away from his nephew when he's worn that expression. It seems he's just as defenseless to it when his- when Wei Wuxian wears it as well.

It's the same face, that's all.

Wordlessly, he shuffles over and sits a little more than an arms length away. He doesn't look over, instead choosing to stare out into the pond and pretend like he isn't hyper aware of the weight of his qiankun pouch.

It's a cloudy night, and in the time that they sit there in silence, the light of the moon is blocked and darkness blankets over them. The sound of the grasshoppers and the leaves shifting in the wind is almost meditative. He startles when Wei Wuxian's voice breaks the peace.

"Mo Xuanyu burns in the sun." It's not what he expected. He can't say with any definitive confidence what he thought Wei Wuxian would say, but it's not that. He grunts in the affirmative.

"The peacock was a tomato during those first few summers."

Before he formed his golden core and was suddenly too good to be trailing after their sister. Somehow, this was a misstep, Wei Wuxian grip on himself tightens. This too, is familiar. He used to hold himself so fiercely that he would leave bruises on his arms.

Concerned, Jiang Cheng had asked his shijie why he did that, couldn't he see he was hurting himself?

Back then, it felt like she had all the answers. Jiang Cheng knows now, she was just child trying to fill in the gaps in their lives.

She brought him into a hug with one hand and ran her hand through his hair with the other. He remembers that the look on her face was so sad.

"A-Cheng, A-Ying was alone for a very long time. He didn't have anyone to hold him or to hug him when he was sad or scared. So he holds himself." And that was the saddest thing Jiang Cheng had ever heard. And he had just lost his dogs. But the solution felt simple.

"So we have to hold him then, right?"

She pressed a kiss to his forehead and he felt her nod against him. Shijie never wanted to let them see her cry. Overnight, they implemented a secret rule. If Wei Ying was sad, you had to hold him. If he was happy, you had to hold him too.

They still shared a room back then, so when he had nightmares, Jiang Cheng would make his way over to his bed and hug him until he stopped shaking. He had nightmares a lot. More often than not, Jiang Cheng would wake up in the wrong bed.

But the bruises disappeared.

He's so wrapped up in his own head that he almost misses the choked whisper that comes next. What he hears is so preposterous that he almost asks Wei Wuxian to repeat himself.

"What if- this body- Mo Xuanyu- what if-" he rushes the last part, as if the somehow saying it all in one breath might keep it from being true. "-what if it can't swim?" It, not I.

Something separate from himself. Something not Wei Wuxian. And Jiang Cheng- He can't accept that.

He can't. Because that would imply- That would mean- He can't even finish the thought.

He kept a dizi for over a decade to avoid thinking that.

Here are some objective truths of the world: The sun will rise every day. The seasons will change. Sect leader Jiang loves his nephew. Wei Ying swims.

In the event that any of these stop being true, it's a sign of something calamitous to come. Something unspeakable.

It takes all his will power to keep looking straight ahead. There's only one answer here. "Then learn." Wei Wuxian's bark of laughter catches even him by suprise. Of course, of course. Jiang Cheng makes it sound so easy, so simple. He's always been like this, no time for frivolities, cutting straight to the point.

He nearly drove their teachers mad insisting that it was senseless to use so many metaphors, waste so many lines, just to say "Let's get married," all the while blushing and stammering at the mere thought of it. Even now, Jiang Cheng is still Jiang Cheng.

It's a comforting thought. Wei Wuxian woke up in a different world, in a body that often feels stretched too tight, too misaligned. But Jiang Cheng is Jiang Cheng. It makes his heart hurt. He misses him. From his perspective, it wasn't that long ago that he had his shidi.

It wasn't that long ago, that shijie- That- It hasn't been that long, that's all. It's just- Sometimes, when he's alone, it feels like a chasm is opening up in his chest. Like he is still lying on that mountain with Wen Qing's hands re-arranging him and hollowing him out. And if he stops to think about it, to truly analyze what any of it means, he'll start screaming and never stop.

He can't do that. It would scare Lan Zhan. He'd be sad.

Lan Zhan has spent enough of his life being sad about Wei Wuxian. He won't add to it. And this thing going on with- with the body. He wouldn't understand it. Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying so much, he could have been reborn as Little Apple and Lan Zhan wouldn't love him any less. And A-Yuan, oh his little A-Yuan, his little radish. The only evidence that he still had a heart, at the end of it all.

If anyone had ever bothered to ask, he would have sworn it stopped beating alongside his shijie's. After that night, he felt more like one of his own corpse puppets than an actual person. Maybe that was when he died. And this thing that he is now- It came back wrong.

Maybe it's not Wei Wuxian. How would they know? How could they know? Lan Zhan, his A-Yuan, they have now spent more time with the body than they ever had with Wei Wuxian. In another 20 years, this is how they'll remember him.

In a body that burns in the sun.

Heat starts to pool behind his- the- Mo Xuanyu's eyes. It's a strange sensation. Back then, after becoming part of the Jiang, he didn't cry often. The body cries so much. Is this him? Or is it the final vestiges of Mo Xuanyu mourning his death? He doesn't know.

How would he know? The silence has stretched long enough, Jiang Cheng can hear Wei Wuxian's breathing pick up next to him. Whatever this is, it has him treading on unsteady ground.

He's rattled by it.

If Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, he can still picture that little boy in the bed across the room, trying to keep silent, shaking in the night. Shijie, does the rule still apply after death? Yours and his? Does his husband know how often Wei Wuxian needs to be held?

How would he know? Only the Jiang saw what he was like before the rule had been implemented and Wei Wuxian has been operating at a deficit of affection for the majority of his life. Surely death has only amplified it.

In this moment, little more than an arm length away, he has never felt further from Wei Ying. The distance feels insurmountable, impossible even.

Here are some objective truths of the world:

Sandu Shengshou is a war hero.

Jiang Cheng is a coward.

Jiang Cheng loves his nephew.

Wei Ying is Wei Ying.

Here is the thing about the Yunmeng Jiang:

They do not love lightly.

Whether it be people or places, once that seed is planted in their hearts, you’ll have an easier time drinking the river than uprooting it.

What could be considered impossible in the face of such devotion?

That is the Yunmeng Jiang way.

And Jiang Cheng is a son of the Yunmeng Jiang.

Jiang Cheng steels himself with a breath. He is a coward, a man devoid of affection, but he has experience building something from mud and ashes. A familiar shudder next him has him turning his head on instinct, seeking what always used to be there. His shixiong.

The clouds above them finally clear and there, under the moonlight in the Unclean Realm, is Wei Ying. The sight of him makes his heart hurt. Jiang Cheng is struck by the realization that he misses him.

He missed him so much. It doesn't feel like he'll ever stop missing him.

This epiphany gives him the courage needed to finally speak the words he's been desperate to say since that night hunt on Dafan Mountain and again that time at inn.

"Wei Ying," his voice cracks and his shixiong, conditioned by a lifetime of taking care of his shidi, immediately turns to face him at the first sign of distress.

"Come to Lotus Pier. Come home."

He swallows back a sob because the next part is important, he needs to get it out before he loses his courage. Jiang Cheng can, at the very least, give him back this part of himself. Maybe he's the only person who can.

"I'll teach you. If you can't, I'll teach you. Again."

The words haven't left his mouth before Wei Ying is scrambling over to wrap his arms around him.

And oh.

Oh. Jiang Cheng has always been the stupider of the two. How could he have forgotten? How could he have missed something so important?

Jiang Cheng always held Jin Ling when he was sad. He made sure to hold him when he was happy too. Though he threatens to break his legs, he has never once hit him. Jin Ling has never feared his touch nor wanted for it.

Jiang Cheng could count on one hand how many times Jiang Fengmian had held him and still have fingers left over. His mother had done it significantly more often, though she was unaccustomed to such easy affection. But if he initiated, she always reciprocated. Such tender physicality, the gentleness of it, just wasn't the way of the Meiyan Yu. But his siblings? There aren’t enough lotus pods in all the piers to calculate how often they held him.

But no one who knew that had been alive to remind him.

Until now. The Twin Prides of Yunmeng had always been mirror images, more alike than one would initially think. And in many ways, they never stopped being those boys sharing a bed in the dark. They stay holding each other until they both stop shaking. Wei Ying is the first to pull away, he croaks out an "Okay. Okay." before taking another moment to compose himself. He has to look away before he starts back up again. Otherwise, they'll be here all night and there is still a discussion conference going on. He never thought he would have this. After Guanyin Temple it had felt impossible. He should have known better.

This is Jiang Cheng, after all.

Speaking of, there was one thing he's been dying to ask.

"Back then, on the mountain and in the inn, how did you know?" the It was me goes unsaid.

When he had really sat down to think about it, Jiang Cheng only spent a handful of moments with him before immediately clocking his identity.

He hears a familiar snort of disbelief behind him, maybe wetter than it would normally be, and a rustling of fabric. Wei Wuxian, still sitting on the grass, peeks over his shoulder to look up at his shidi. Jiang Cheng is giving him that lopsided smile that Madam Yu always said would make his face stick like that.

His answer is so simple, so Jiang Cheng, he doesn't know what he expected. "In what life wouldn't I know you? You move like my brother." Wei Wuxian's jaw hangs open as he watches Jiang Cheng retreat into the night. When he finally recovers from the shock and looks down, there is a bao wrapped in fabric next to a clarity bell catching the moonlight. Here is the thing about the Yunmeng Jiang, an objective truth of the world: The waters will always welcome them home.

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