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aline-the-cat · 1 year

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Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Wei Wuxian enters their meeting room with an innocent-looking smile on his lips and silver eyes shining with playfulness, which makes both Meng Yao and Wen Qing get on high alert, their past experience telling them that whatever the kid is thinking, is not good at all

"So!" The teen smiles with excessive mirth "I received an interesting wish today"

"Going by your standards, I must question what exactly you mean by 'interesting'" Meng Yao comments wryly, even if they have shared interests and multiple things in common, some of A-Xian's tastes have always been more... weird; courtesy of growing up in a mass grave and being raised by ghosts, he guesses

The teen shows them a smirk in response

"Qing-jie" he turns to the healer "What kind of person is Wen Ruohan?"

The question takes her by sorprise

"Wen Ruohan? Well... he is very powerful and ambitious, when we left he was starting to invade minor sects out of some delusion that everyone was too dumb to lead themselves so he has to conquer us and do it himself" Wen Qing scoffs with a frown. Honestly, moving to the burial mounds was the best decision she could've taken

"Huh..." Wei Wuxian contemplates it for about a second "Between us, who do you think is more powerful?" He wonders innocently

Both Meng Yao and Wen Qing feel shivers down their spine

"Wha-"

"What's this about, A-Xian?" Meng Yao looks at the one he considers a younger brother with trepidation, the teen clears he throat and starts reading the scroll in his hands

"'Great Yiling Patriarch, I've heard all about your amazing accomplishments, so I send this missive to you out of despair. As you must know by now, the cultivation world is going through a great war against the Wens. Because of this, my family is in danger, so I must ask... please kill Wen Ruohan'" both officers loudly inhale. Wei Wuxian continues "'... I can't ask you to kill the entire Qishan Wen sect, though if you did the reward would be just as big, so at least I implore you to take down Wen Ruohan, without him, the remaining Wens might surrounder and my family will be safe. With this request, I leave you the list of payment and a way of contact' so it says"

"Ho~ interesting indeed" Meng Yao says that but he looks like on the verge of qi deviation

"So? What's the reward?" Wen Qing questions with a frown

"Hmmm says that the ownership of several stores and locals here in Yiling, an entire cargo of silks, gold, silver, licor, rice, rare medicinal plants, and the ownership of a plot of land in Yingchuan" Wei Ying reads

"What?! Let me see that!" Wen Qing practically rips the letter from him and Meng Yao also hurry to peek at it next to her. Wei Wuxian looks at them fondly, they get along very well despite their usual bickering "Are you going to meet them?" The healer asks him with her 'suspicious scowl', as Wei Wuxian calls it, the teen shrugs

"Sure, the Yiling Patriarch never refuses a wish"

'He says that but whenever he doesn't want to grant a petition he makes the offender forget everything about it' Meng Yao thinks raising an eyebrow 'Well, if I were asked to kill and torture innocent people I'd do the same' he sighs, and turns to look at Wen Qing, he knows they share similar thoughts

"These plants that are listed..." Wen Qing seems conflicted "They could help Meng-furen with her breathing problem"

"For real?!" Wei Wuxian exclaims

"Its a very strong possibility, what she has is something chronic from her days in the city, bad weather, and a weak constitution, Wei Wuxian's treatment has been effective so far, but it only alleviates the symptoms and stalls them, the problem persists, which is why she still has such a hard time in winter, this-" Wen Qing points at a plant whose name Wei Wuxian doesn't recognize "is a root that could help her lungs expel all the mucus and make them stronger"

"Auntie..." Wei Ying beams at the news "Well, I was going to accept solely for the challenge but with this..."

"Wait a second A-Xian!" Meng Yao interjects "I understand how big this is, and I know how strong you are, but to fight Wen Ruohan..." he pauses, A-Xian is strong, he really is powerful but... "It's too risky, what if it's a trap?"

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian looks at him curiously, normally, he fully trusts his instincts, which were honed to perfection to avoid any type of danger by living inside the Burial Mounds, but after growing up with Yao-ge, he learned to trust his slyness and understanding of human plotting more

"The only city the Wens have been unable to obtain is Yiling, they've tried multiple times and you always send them flying, so what if it's a trap to lure you out?"

"Hmmm? The Wens also failed to take Yunmeng though," Wei Wuxian adds

"Thanks to you" Meng Yao crosses his arms "My point stands, also... if you enter the battle alone with your powers, the war council may have problems with it, remember what we talked about?"

"Hmmmm that I have to play nice with the other sects?" Wei Ying wonders innocently

"Exactly" his brother frows at him "If we want to grow as sect, to exchange goods and obtain things we don't have, we can't allow ourselves to make them think we are an enemy"

"Then what can we do?" the Yiling Patriarch frowns slightly "This is a wish that I really want to fulfill, because of the families that are suffering, because of Auntie Meng and..." there's a guilty, yet playful glint in his silver eyes "because it really sounds like fun"

There's a moment of silence while the two arms of the new Yiling Wei sect try to process what their patriarch just said

"I... see" Wen Qing facepalms "Well, if that's what you want we can't stop you" she sends him a long-suffering look "So? What's the plan? How do you intend to kill Ruohan and be friends with the other sects?"

After a moment, both Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian turn to see Meng Yao, expectation bright in their eyes, the strategist sweatdrops at their expressions and sighs, already used to this 'This kid, really...'

"Alright, let's see... why don't we start by..." Meng Yao takes out an old scroll that they received three months ago "entering the sunshot campaign as they ordered?"

Wei Wuxian might've been adopted by Meng Shi, but at that moment, they have the exact same maniacal grin on their faces. Wen Qing suppresses a shiver

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blesspastacraig · 1 year

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A Small Army (Wangxian)

I haven't had much time to write at all but here is something I've written for the MDZS fandom. If you like my stuff for other fandoms you'll probably like this too. Always mind the tags.

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mad-riff · 1 year

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Bonjour à toustes ! Le 4ème chapitre de notre fanfiction Je t'attendrai est sorti ! Nous retrouvons le PDV de Jiang Cheng obligé d'assister au colloque et au banquet...

N'hésitez pas à nous dire ce que vous en avez pensé !

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themagicmistress · 2 years

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When the sun sets in Lotus Pier, the lotus that dot the lake disappear and when Jiang Cheng is little he thinks this means they must be dead. He runs every night to the edge of the docks to say goodbye and then worriedly peers out the windows in the morning. How much must it hurt, to die every time the dark so much as touches you, he wonders. The sea turning its black face to the sky, swallowing the lotus leaves.

Jiang Cheng thinks, the lotus bloom to the sun again because they know he wants them there. This is the conceit of a child, to think the world bends to you, but then, that is what Jiang Cheng is. A child watching a glistening dark that tinges the lotus petals violet. Darkening. Dying.

He learns. The lotus die every night. They come to life in the morning. He wakes and the lotus are in the lakebed again. The way of the world, these simple truths.

See, A-jie says to him. Still there, A-Cheng. Still here.

Come back soon, he tells them fervently and she laughs.

Jiang Cheng finds Wei Wuxian slinking back to the Main House. He squares his feet and his shoulders and when Wei Wuxian sees him, he goes still.

“Where were you,” he says. This is the only question he’s asked his brother since they left their childhood home behind them, burning.

Where were you, Jiang Cheng says. Not, why weren’t you here? Or, I want you to be beside me. He doesn’t know the words that fit these wants, too big, too frightening to put to words. Not the right ones. Instead, he demands, accuses.

“Did you know they don’t sell Scorch Seeds anymore?” Wei Wuxian says, and then smiles. Small, cajoling. “Ah, I hope the vendor is doing well. His daughter was supposed to take over the business, you know.” When Jiang Cheng stares at him in disbelief, the smile drops. Good. This isn’t a joke.

“Seeds? What the hell are you talking about?” he snaps. “We had a meeting. Where were you?”

Jin Zixun glanced over Wei Wuxian’s empty chair like it confirmed all his sneaking suspicions about him. If it was just that idiot, it wouldn’t bother Jiang Cheng so much. But it wasn’t. Unfit, lazy, drunk idiot, their faces and lilting, polite words said. Unstable, some of them whispered. Those ones scared Jiang Cheng most. And still, still his brother refused to protect himself, throwing aside his sword as though it meant nothing. How can he protect his brother when Wei Wuxian refuses to protect himself? Jiang Cheng could shake him.

Wei Wuxian shrugs. He smells like wine, sweet and cheap. “You guys talked? Solved the issue without me. I figured I’d stay out of your way.”

“You’re head disciple,” Jiang Cheng hisses at him, shoves forward and gets up close as Wei Wuxian’s expression flickers. “That means you show up. Do the work,” he sneers.

Attempt the impossible. He wants so badly for Wei Wuxian to do just that. Get back on his feet. Pull himself together and punch Jiang Cheng in the shoulder, be an eager, flitting presence at Jiang Cheng’s side the way he always has. Not this withdrawn, scarce creature who looks at Jiang Cheng like he doesn’t know he loves him.

Sometimes, Jiang Cheng thinks he dragged a corpse back to Lotus Pier that day. Or that Wei Wuxian has forgotten they’re brothers and something in the Burial Mounds killed his love of Jiang Cheng. Maybe Jiang Cheng killed it himself.

“Head disciple,” Wei Wuxian murmurs and Jiang Cheng doesn’t recognize the look on his face. “Is that me?”

“Are you drunk?” He demands. “Can’t you save it for the night? All I need you to do is show your face before you go off trying to forget what your name is.”

“Aiya, but you know I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached these days, Jiang Cheng.” Wei Wuxian shrugs but his shoulders don’t come down. “And who wants to see my face these days? You should bring in one of the others.”

“You have to be there,” Jiang Cheng says, voice rising. “No one else is head disciple. Wei Wuxian, that’s you, do you understand?”

Wei Wuxian shakes his head, lightly. His face is distantly pitying like Jiang Cheng is a child misunderstanding a very simple concept. It makes him look extremely punchable.

“Exactly. Don’t you think someone else should be there for these very important things?” Wei Wuxian reasons and Jiang Cheng’s heart thumps mutedly up his throat.

Where are you, Jiang Cheng wants to scream at him.

“I want the words coming out of your mouth to start making sense,” he growls, and Zidian flickers over his hand without him meaning it (so volatile, so willing to hurt and hurt and scar) and Wei Wuxian winces.

“Just,” he cocks his head, casual in a way that cuts Jiang Cheng. “Maybe someone else should be head disciple for a while. And,” Wei Wuxian adds, quickly, like that makes this any better, “if you want to give it back to me, you can, but. For now. Someone else?”

“What?” Jiang Cheng says, cold all over.

“I mean–” Wei Wuxian laughs, and maybe there’s a tint of nervousness to it, but maybe Wei Wuxian hasn’t thought of them as brothers in a long time also, “really? All that responsibility for me? You said, Jiang Cheng, you said, where have you been?”

And before he can continue Jiang Cheng grabs him by his outer robes, a purple one shade from black and Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide.

“Be where you’re supposed to,” he snaps. “You wear Jiang sect colours, do you understand? If you’re going to wear these colours, act like they’re worth something to you! Act like you belong, or don’t wear them at all.”

The last part slips in and Jiang Cheng closes his eyes. His tongue is a thorn and he can almost taste the blood it draws from Wei Wuxian. He doesn’t take it back.

Wei Wuxian looks stricken. “Right,” he laughs, a weak thing. “You’re right.”

Jiang Cheng lets go, cautiously. But Wei Wuxian doesn’t look like Jiang Cheng just told him he’s part of the sect, that he belongs here, with A-jie and Jiang Cheng.

He scowls. “You’ll be there next week, right?”

Wei Wuxian nods, a dip of his chin that lets them both know he won’t be. Jiang Cheng doesn’t protest this. He’s tired. The war is only beginning but Lotus Pier still needs to be rebuilt. He keeps reaching for his brother only to grasp at empty air and he’s so tired of stumbling in the dark.

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says simply and Wei Wuxian’s shoulders slope in relief at the clear end of the conversation. Jiang Cheng watches him go and wonders when Wei Wuxian became gladder to go from him than to come to him.

Within a year, Wei Wuxian insults the Jin to Jin Guangshan’s face, runs away with the Wen camp prisoners, and all but starts another war. Jiang Cheng never sees him in purple again. This is, he thinks, as the sects scream for his death and the Stygian Tiger Amulet burns at the heart of his brother and the lake water swells up over the dock boards, a disownment, in the end.

When Wei Wuxian plays his dizi, his hair drifts around him like he’s been set afloat in water, the hems of his robes gliding in the air, darkly graceful. Black as night drawing itself over an opaque lake. The lotus leaves stained. Swallowed up whole. Jiang Cheng waiting for the water to recede, wondering, where are you? Where are you?

He rebuilds Lotus Pier after it all. Which is to say, Jiang Cheng goes home, finally, and finds the ruins of the place he once loved. He starts sending out letters, more diplomatically worded than he’s managed in his entire life, asking for assistance from branch clans, the Meishan Yu.

What Jiang Cheng wants to do is clamber over Wei Wuxian at the kitchen door as A-jie makes soup, wants to present his mother with the treaty of alliance the sects made before Nightless City and for her to smooth back his hair, wants to watch his father become Gung Gung as he holds Jin Ling and the corners of his eyes go soft in a way they never did for Jiang Cheng.

This is a tragedy in two parts, he thinks, and they sound like the halves of his name. Which one was it again? Jiang Cheng. A-Cheng. Leader. Brother.

Jiang Cheng wants. He waits for the lotus to split apart the water, breaking up, breaking open. In the mornings, the lakebed is still and empty and Jiang Cheng does not, cannot have what he wants. He rolls his sleeves up, refills the clan’s coffers and then empties it for new disciple’s uniforms, distributes their meager food stores and then does it all again when they get new shipments in from the surrounding farms.

Jin Ling’s first words are, Mama? Mama? It sounds like a question and his face reddens in alarm when Jiang Cheng starts crying.

I don’t know, he tells him. Gone away, he says around the leaves splitting up his throat.

Where, Jin Ling asks, barely old enough to toddle after Jiang Cheng on fat baby legs. Old enough to break Jiang Cheng’s heart again and again.

Away from here.

Is she coming back?

No, he snaps, and then when his nephew bursts into tears out of surprise, Hey. Hey, I’m here. Still here.

Jiang Cheng was never supposed to do this alone. When he dreamed of the future, it was a picture in three parts, golden and setting. A brother and a brother and a sister. The sun coming up and up again and sharp lotus petals peeking up with it. He dreams of the same things now. These dreams which cannot come true and will not come true, which we call wishes. His wish, choking silently, is that he wasn’t alone.

But all Jiang Cheng has is an infant in the hands that murdered his brother and a grave which he is expected to make a home. He does his best, considering–

Well. Considering.

A-jie, in his arms, blood pooling beneath her the way seaweed makes silhouettes beneath the water. A-jie, smiling at him, at them, and he needs someone to tell him things are going to be okay. At the end of the story, there were his siblings instead of A-jie’s torn mouth and Wei Wuxian’s laugh which splits and splits.

In the morning, the lotus always come to life again. Jiang Cheng’s getting too old for happy endings. He isn’t three anymore, he’s twenty-two with his tongue in his hands, ready to draw blood. The air is viscous and thick and Wei Wuxian smiles from the wound in the center of him while Jiang Cheng draws him in red one last time.

A wound the colour of–

His siblings die smiling.

In this story, is Wei Wuxian the lotus or the water? Choking or choked? Dying and not dying and leaving and staying and leaving and leaving and Jiang Cheng was never supposed to do this alone.

The lotus, which comes back to life but in order to do so must leave first. Which breaks open. Just: things burgeoning, things breaking apart, the shoreline speckled with closed buds like fists in wait. This is a hand outstretched.

This is where you come back in the late nights and dawn-struck mornings. Where time suspends itself. The water, drawing itself up, the reason you hold your breath at all. Which goes on and on in the night, uninterrupted. Which suffocates and kills and is lived in.

Anytime anyone tries to put Wei Wuxian in a single, definable category, he delights in splintering apart the category between his fingers–the definitions too. Breaking through or just breaking? He loves to defy expectation, that Yiling Patriarch, head disciple, A-xian, who, once, was Jiang Cheng’s brother too.

Life is not a story and so, refuses absolutes. Which is to say: there will be no happy ending.

At the end of the day, this: Wei Wuxian is better than anyone at destroying himself.

Also: Jiang Cheng is always watching. Waiting for the lotus to die. For them to come back. Watching, watching. He has never known how to stop a death than to ask, where are you?

So again. Where are you? This is a curse, but only in so far as it is a plea.

“You spend all your time here?” He insists in the Jingshi, aware how much he, Jiang Cheng, jarrs against the white walls, white ceiling, light wooden boarding. “What do you even do?”

“I keep myself busy,” Wei Wuxian defends and hops over to his working desk before shoving a talisman in Jiang Cheng’s face. “See! The wards here are so bad, Jiang Cheng. So bad, you would think they’d get better in thirteen years, but no,” he shakes his head grimly.

“I’m sure the Lan appreciate it.”

“Ah, well, they will! Once I’m done.” Wei Wuxian scratches at his nose. “I figure, you can’t really get mad if someone desecrates your sacred barriers by making them better, right?”

Jiang Cheng snorts. That’s the kind of attitude Wei Wuxian thrived on in Lotus Pier, which thrived on him in return. He can’t quite see Cloud Recesses appreciating it as much, but then, it’s not like he’s been around here much in the past two decades either.

“And really, it’s a net positive if everyone benefits from new wards.” Wei Wuxian says, like if he just keeps talking about barriers and wards and new cultivation techniques they can avoid saying anything personal about themselves at all. “Lan Zhan will approve anyway. Maybe he could convince Lan Qiren?”

“I’m sure the Lan will bend back over themselves to make their Chief Cultivator happy,” Jiang Cheng says.

“They should! But you know, Lan Zhan really deserves it.” And here they are at Wei Wuxian’s favourite topic of conversation. “He’s too good, really, Jiang Cheng. Ah, I’m pretty sure I break at least five rules every time I so much as take a step outside but he doesn’t even mind!”

“You’re a walking violation, of course,” Jiang Cheng says. It escapes him before he can think better of it.

But Wei Wuxian just grins. “I’m Lan Zhan’s walking violation now. I think he likes it. Shameful!” he crows, delighted at the thought. “He makes too many exceptions for me.”

“See which rules need to be broken,” Jiang Cheng says. Nods. “Which can be put away. That’s you.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “Oh,” he says and then grins like he’s only just realized ‘troublemaker’s’ a compliment from Jiang Cheng.

He scowls. Of course it is. That’s how he meant it in the first place.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what,” Wei Wuxian says, still doing it. “Smile?”

Stand there. Be there. Let the dawn light catch the spread of your hair like a slow-seeping violet. Jiang Cheng gestures at him wordlessly.

Wei Wuxian keeps grinning anyway. “Jiang Cheng, you know I can’t help it. Oh, but I must be the greatest nuisance Great Sect Leader Jiang ever dealt with.”

“Deals with,” Jiang Cheng corrects. Wei Wuxian, for once, gets it. He stops talking, a quiet, trembling hope in the corner of his mouth.

What does it take, he thinks, to say words that get where you want them, the shredded flesh of a heart bearing itself up on a palm. Oh, just a brother and a still water lake. Thirteen years and names enough to bury.

“Old man Sim came back,” says Jiang Cheng. “Well. He died a few years ago, but his daughter took over the business.”

“That’s good,” Wei Wuxian starts, blinking, wondering how this punch line ends with him.

Jiang Cheng scowls. “Her Scorch Seeds are even better than his. She uses more spices.”

His brother’s eyes light up with recognition. “I’ll have to come back to Lotus Pier sometime. Try them out, if there’s a nighthunt in the area.”

Fuck it. Jiang Cheng’s spent too many years crying over his parent’s grave, tracing A-jie and Wei Wuxian’s steps through the halls of a new Lotus Pier to deal with all this again.

“You should come,” he says. “If there isn’t. If there is. I don’t care. But don’t you dare stay at an inn.” He clears his throat, Wei Wuxian’s eyes shining. “If I so much as hear you were in Yunmeng and you don’t come to see Jin Ling, I’ll break your legs.”

Never mind Jin Ling isn’t at Lotus Pier so much these days, that there’s no real reason for Wei Wuxian to disrupt his life but Jiang Cheng.

“I’ll come for the Scorch Seeds,” Wei Wuxian agrees, weakly.

Jiang Cheng nods and before he can think twice about it, throws him his clarity bell. Wei Wuxian catches it at his chest before blinking fast at the little charm, the thick purple tassel Jiang Cheng tied to it.

“This is yours,” he says.

“I– Jiang Cheng, you can’t,” Wei Wuxian sputters, nearly dropping it. “You don’t want to give this to me.”

A peal of metal rings through the air. Despite Wei Wuxian’s words, his fingers are white around the bell. Only Jiang disciples get the bell. To have one is to be considered good as Jiang. He’d forced one on Jin Ling for his birthday years ago.

“Don’t tell me what I want to do,” he snaps. And then, just to get it through his brother’s thick head, “if you want to get rid of it so bad, give it back to me later.”

Jiang Cheng thinks, at some point he forgot to tell his brother he loves him without wounding them. But then, maybe Wei Wuxian forgot how to listen, too.

He flits away on Sandu before Lan Wangji can get there and doesn’t look back this time. He feels hopeful eyes following him around the bend of the hills as he does, a muted chime ringing between his ears.

Life is not a story. This has been said. So, there are no happy endings. But for this to be said, it must also be mentioned that there are no tragedies either. No absolutes.

The story, instead, goes a little like this: Water in the lotus beds. Lotus beds in the water. Maybe the lotus die every night or maybe this is more a question of why Jiang Cheng thought they went anywhere in the first place.

There is a little boy in the dark, wondering where his parents went, and Jiang Cheng holding his hand. Watching him. Watching. When Jiang Cheng wakes up, he’s there. Always. The water recedes from Wei Wuxian’s dead-boy face.

A two-part tragedy, Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian comes home to Lotus Pier, for a time, and hasn’t he learned yet that this story has more than two parts? Some of the best things come in threes. At first, there was him, and A-jie, and Wei Wuxian. And though it’s true this isn’t a story. The night slips away from the sea, the lotus breaching, blooming like fists uncurling. Palms up. Palms up. Jiang Cheng, you will never be given anything if you aren’t poised to receive it.

A story’s genre is decided by its third act.

See, A-jie says. See, A-Cheng? Still here.

They came back, he tells her.

The first thing Wei Wuxian does when he comes to Lotus Pier is gape at the lotus blossoms.

(He didn’t tell Jiang Cheng he’s coming. Next time, Jiang Cheng’s going to yell at him to write ahead so he can actually send a boat and receive him properly at the official’s pier.)

“Jiang Cheng,” he gapes and leans so far over Jiang Cheng thinks he’s going to fall in too. “You put them back! You have no idea how much I missed them.”

He’s going to say something about how, if he missed them so much, why he didn’t come back sooner. Jiang Cheng doesn’t.

He says, “I planted half of them myself. We couldn’t have all these lotus on our robes and swords if they weren’t anywhere else.” Parts of him swell with pride. “All that water and nothing in it. Looks better,” he sniffs.

“Lucky, with the water. I tried in the Burial Mounds, but there wasn’t enough,” Wei Wuxian tilts his head. “This place is a thousand times better than I ever could have made it, Jiang Cheng. Everywhere I look, a good amount of lotus, a good amount of water.”

“It needed to be done,” Jiang Cheng says, uncomfortable. “And don’t say it’s perfect. I made the carpenters put in the wrong amount of space between some of the boards on the outer docks. Watch your feet around them.”

“How can anything be wrong when the lotus are so beautiful?” Wei Wuxian leans toward him, just shy of knocking their shoulders together.

He wants to reach out. He wants to pull back.

Jiang Cheng goes, “No, really. If you don’t watch your step, you’ll put a foot through. And a single wet leg isn’t a good look on anyone.” He says, “And if the wind pushes the water, the lotus roots pull up.”

“So?"

“What do you mean, ‘so,’” Jiang Cheng crosses his arms. “It’s bad during storms. Water comes up the boards. And if we plant the lotus too far into the water, they’re pulled away.”

“You’ve been struggling,” Wei Wuxian says, joking. Not joking at all.

“You were dead a few months ago,” he snorts. “Like I need concern from you. Talk to me when your fatality rate is the same as mine.”

“You’ll still want to talk to me by then?” Wei Wuxian grins. “No take-backs, Jiang Cheng, you’re stuck with me in the next life.”

“I’m going to break your legs. And then, then I’ll throw you in the lake.”

Wei Wuxian coughs into his arm like it does anything to hide the sharp edge of his smile peeking out.

“I just mean,” his brother goes, “the water takes the lotus. But if there are too many lotus, they choke out the lake.”

Jiang Cheng blinks. “Well,” he says. “It’s a good thing there’s a whole lake, then.”

“Lots of room for both,” Wei Wuxian agrees. “Ah, everything’s so nice here. Except your scowling face Jiang Cheng. You make all this and still scowl like that? You know what I want to see in Lotus Pier? A-Cheng making any other expression for once in his life.”

He grimaces harder at that, which makes Wei Wuxian grin.

“How can I when you give me so much reason to frown,” Jiang Cheng tells him. “Lan Wangji moderating sect meetings and sighing every minute like we don’t all know you were being disgusting right outside like teenagers.”

“I’ll make sure to do it where you can see next time, then.” The face he makes at that is wholely appropriate, he thinks.

“Shut up. Shut up, gross.” He wrinkles his nose. “Why are you like this? I bet your new body doesn’t have your old one’s tolerance. Let’s go shovel so much spicy food down your throat your tongue swells up.”

“Then I’ll figure out how to talk and eat at the same time. Just for you, Jiang Cheng.”

There’s something splitting through Jiang Cheng, light streaming through the water, refracting into a million strains. The edge of light meeting the lakebed. Between the bloody sun, a violet sunset.

He thinks, he thinks, he might do something to Wei Wuxian one of these days. To himself. This wound we call a bearing of self, an offering. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after it. One of these days, a smile.

“So,” the water says, the lotus risen up, the lotus to the water. “Where have you been?”

[A03]

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my-random-mdzs-thoughts · 1 year

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HEY!!

Wei Wuxian's first game he played was Minecraft. Why? Because the first YouTuber he watched had a really calm voice and he liked what the man was able to build. So, he was able to ask his parents to let him built it at least on his phone. It's cheap enough and he still gets to be able to build stuff!!

As he grows up and gets a stable job, he is able to build himself a descent gaming PC. Of course his first game, he downloads is Minecraft. The buildings he makes get more and more detailed and he tries to find the limits of the game and his building skills. He gets surprised by the game and himself every day.

Does he follow in his favorite YouTubers foodsteps? No. He doesn't have the voice to do what he did. Wei Wuxian knows he doesn't have to do the same things as him. His building, planning and rambling while planning is most likely fun enough but still, it doesn't feel right!

So he leaves the thought for now...

He adopts A-Yuan. Wen Ning is old school friend, who is the only one that stayed in contact with him and still loves to come over and watch him simply build things. A-Yuan's parents...didn't want him and have told him to wait in the parking space in front of the youth help center that Wen Ning works in. He wanted to talk to a youth on the bench like he most of the time does, when they want to talk with him. Only, their was a kid sitting on that same bench with a big bag next to it.

The youth help center is not the right place for a three year old...so Wen Ning brings him to the closest orphanage he trusts and has worked with before. Right after he was at his sisters private doctors office. The kid is a bit malnourished and shows signs of neglect. Somehow he is still a quite happy kid, if a bit clingy but if he was neglected then that makes sense. So yeah, Wen Ning, after talking with the kid some more, is sure that Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan would be a good match.

The kid loves is baba from day one!

Wei Wuxian had made him a small little doll out of some fabric, a simple little ghost. Telling A-Yuan that he can give it a name and with the fabricmarkers he brought along he can give it a face. If he does that, it will become his friend and will protect him from bad thoughts.

A-Yuan loves his ghost friend, he loves his baba, loves his new grandparents that gush over him and Wen Ning is always welcomed with two big smiles instead of one now, when he comes to visit.

The only problem that A-Yuan has are the nightmare's and recently also night terrors. Wei Wuxian doesn't know how to help him at first. Wen Qing tells him to make sure A-Yuan gets enough sleep and a sleeping schedule, also to make sure that when he falls asleep he is relaxed and feeling safe.

Wei Wuxian try's. Reading him nice and easy bedtime stories, staying in bed until he fell asleep and having a bedtime routine that slow's down their evening after dinner time. Still, A-Yuan either wakes from a nightmare and they stay up together. He stays with him, hugs him, comforts him. At this point A-Yuan's bed looks like a cocoon or a nest, with all the blankets and plushies there to help him sleep. He made a nightlight for his little radish out of fairylights and some cotton. Creating a sky with clouds on the celling. The lights having been programed to have diffrent colour combo's depending on which sky view calms his child down the most that night. Even a stupid air defuser that defuses scents...at least the sandalwood smells nice...Wei Wuxian will have to ask Wen Ning from who he got the idea for the defuser with that scent. Other day, one thing at a time.

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Wei Wuxian had to pick up his little radish up from daycare today. He had fallen asleep while drawing something and when they noticed he showed already signs of a nighmare. So the caretaker called him, after they woke him up he started crying for his baba. Wei Wuxian got off of work immediately and was at home with A-Yuan in record time. He got the same talk he already had from Wen Qing but this time without having asked about it. Plus, it sounded like they think he is overwhelmed with the care of A-Yuan. Assholes...just because he is a single dad doesn't mean THAT'S the reason why A-Yuan has nightmare's. He is the only dad bringing his kid there...he'll find a new daycare for his little radish, one that doesn't have such old shitty view on parenting.

To calm A-Yuan down and make sure his child knows "you did nothing wrong, you hear my little radish". He sits him on his lap and plays Minecraft. First he isn't sure but the moment A-Yuan see's his butterfly garden he had made with all the butterfly's he could find. Using the cape to fly around with them, A-Yuan felt already a bit better. After that, Wei Wuxian continues his rebuild of the Himeji castle he has been working on for the last months and telling A-Yuan the history of it and the folklore about it. He is so concentrated that he doesn't realise when A-Yuan fell asleep in his lap, head resting on his left arm. He lets A-Yaun sleep together in his bed for this one time. No nightmare's and no night terror's, A-Yuan wakes up before his baba and has so much energy for the first time. He us so happy and wakes Wei Wuxian up with the happiest giggle and strongest hug an three year old can accomplish.

Wei Wuxian gets an idea. It's a good one, a really good one. As he gives A-Yuan to Wen Ning for the day, because there is no way he lets him back to that shitty daycare, he goes to work on his idea. His smart little radish is suspicious why his baba hands him to Wen Ning, when it is Wei Wuxian's free day and they usually go into the woods to just walk around and get icecream after. He doesn't mind though, Wen Ning promised to do it with him, so all is good. Baba is at home when they get back. Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning promised with a pinky promise and you never break a pinky promise.

Wei Wuxian finishes his brilliant idea in record time. The location is made ascetically to perfection, music picked befitting the mood and sounds he remembers A-Yuan relaxing with. When A-Yuan gets home with somehow having icecream in his hair, they fall into their little evening routine. The only thing that changes is, Wei Wuxian tucks him into bed, he has not just the fairytale book but also a tablet with him. He plugs the tablet so it is charging on A-Yuan's nightstand and pulls up YouTube. Going on the new account he made just for this and clicks on the only video on the account this far. A-Yuan's eyes are fixed on the screen as he see's is a comfortable looking home made by his baba in Minecraft. The video just shows one engle of the house interior. A soft lit room with a big stone brick fireplace, with a painting on top. The fire moving and creating small clouds of smoke that travels out of the fireplace, up through the chimney. He can make out some more lamps lighting the room in a soft orange glow. A big long window to hte left of the video lets him see outside, showing that the house is a wood cabin. It is raining outside the wood cabin, which creates the sound of rain hitting a wooden roof. The sound is hushed, giving one the feeling of a warm blanket or hoodie around oneself. The rain is not the only sound though, there is also relaxing music playing. A piano humming the main melody, slow and low with occasional higher notes to give it a care free feeling. String instruments come in softly to hug you in a short but sweet embrace. Every now and then the music will quiet down to let the rain pull you unter the blankets even more, before coming back in and adding lightness to it all.

A-Yuan's shoulders and breathing relax and even out respectively as he take in the pretty image his baba had build him. Wei Wuxian lets his son make himself comfortable, ehile he makes sure that the video is full screen and the tablet's brightness as low as it can go. Then, just as softly as the music, he starts telling the story he picked to go along with the video. A-Yuan is asleep in no time at all. Checking the video on more time, the time is only on fifteen minutes. So still nine hours and forty-five minutes left of it. He hopes his little radish can sleep with this and will wake up to it in the morning, not in the middle of the night this time.

Wei Wuxian stays up a little longer to finish up on the Himeji castle, until it is normally around the time A-Yuan gets his nightmare's but when he goes to check, his little radish is still perfectly sleeping. The soflt music and rain still playing next to him on the nightstand. The light of the video and nightlight above him lighting up his peaceful face. The sandalwood a pleasant smell in the air, maybe the next video can have sandalwood tree's in it and guqin playing. How knows, all he knows is that he wants to follow his son into the land of dreams.

So he closes the door of A-Yuan's room with care and tiptoes to his own room across the hall and lets himself fall into bed. He'll ask Wen Ning tomorrow how gave him the sandalwood scent defuser, so he can thank them personally.

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Okay, so I just wanted to make a post about Wei Wuxian make these relaxing Minecraft music and rain for 10 hours video's. Not...make a drabble fic...but yeah. I used one last night to fall asleep and when I woke up, I just baba Wei Ying and little radish A-Yuan go! Tell everyone! So there you have...uh..this!

I didn't proof read any of this..so if there are mistakes, to come for me. If you like it, good. You're welcome! (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

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hinuao3 · 1 year

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I didn’t summon you! Wangji’s elegant, long fingers struck along the guqin’s strings, sending forth the first compelling notes of Exorcism against the Huli Jing. The sheer force of the magical melody sent Wuxian’s robes and hair flowing, but as the vibrations faded from the air the spirit had gone nowhere. He hadn’t even weakened!

“Scary, young master!” Wuxian mocked and dusted off his robes. “But I told you it wouldn’t help.”

It didn’t work? That means… I truly summoned him by accident? Now Wangji knew for certain he was in trouble. If only he hadn't masturbated. No, if only he hadn't looked at that scroll…

“I’m sorry, but I don’t make the rules.” Wuxian stepped closer again. Wangji kept backing away until he met with the wall, and he could only hold the guqin as if it might shield him from the spirit, which it would not.

“What do you want from me?” Wangji asked.

Wuxian stepped as close as he could, leaning slightly over the guqin and smirked up at Wangji’s face –they were about the same height. “It’s not about what I want. You have three days to live, Lan Wangji, once I’ve taken taken my pay, but in return you may ask of me one wish, anything you want. That’s the deal.”

#wangxian #wangxian fanfic #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanfic #wei wuxian #huli jing #lan wangji #wangxian smut #mdzs smut

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bibliodraco · 1 year

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Hay so a couple years ago I started an Ao3 account and I posted a new thing, if you'd like you should check it out!

my fics are all pretty short, some My Hero Academia and a lot of MXTX one shots because I did some writing prompts last year. Check them out if it appeals and I hope you enjoy!

#Fanfic #Ao3 #Mo Dao Zu Shi fanfic #You can't shame me I'm too old to be scared of being cringe

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mandaloresson · 1 year

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send me asks about interests you might share with me or like writing ideas or something I wanna talk about Black Sails and House of the Dragon in particular but anything goes really I'm bored and I can't write and I need ideas and something to do

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betareaderwanted · 2 years

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Beta wanted for Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation fanfic

Karola kami is looking for a beta for the following fic:

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation,

Main Characters: Ship XY/Sl

Category: M/M, Multi

Rating: General audiences

Warnings: Bl

Language: Spanish/English

Status: Not posted yet

Additional information: I'm looking for beta multishiper. The couples are Cracks or very rare and the dynamics can change depending on the development of the fic. I'm not a native English speaker. I accept criticism to improve the development of the story if you are interested contact me (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ:[email protected] if you are interested and you don't know the fandom it doesn't matter it will be occ

How to contact: [email protected]

#mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanfic

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tw01999 · 2 years

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Why is it that I can remember the plot, the smut, the full the fucking word for word shit that's written but I can't, for the life of me, remember the title?!?!?!

You mean to tell me that I can remember and tell you the story until the end but I can't even remember 1 word from the title!?!?!?

What the hell brain.??????

#fic finder #my hero academy fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #naruto fanfic #haikyuu fanfic #mo dao zu shi fanfic #svsss fanfic #marvel fanfic #every goddamn fic that I've read in the past week #my tumblrs going to be all about asking everyome for the title of some fic from years ago I read and want to read again

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gayestgayao3 · 1 year

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Hey my nonexistent tumblr veiwers! Heres chapter 2 of my fanfic! Also posted on Ao3

Little Xiuying in Caiyi Town

Summary:

One day after he'd finished his month-long punishment in the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian finds himself looking for something interesting in Caiyi Town to rid himself of his boredom. He stumbles across an odd sight. A little girl hidden in the bushes of some obscure path in the woods fiddling with a defective spiritual device.

Or in which Wei Wuxian finds the meimei he'd never known he'd always wished for in Gusu Lan.

Chapter 2

Cai Xiuying wasn't like other girls -or even like other children- in the sense that she had been reincarnated. Her older sister -Cai Daiyu- told her she was her sibling in her past life too. She doesn't remember much from that time. At most she remembers stuff from when she was four to ten. Going to school mostly and the blurry faces of the surrounding children. She's eleven now and recalls all of her new life starting from when she was a one year old baby. So for all intents and purposes she was effectively eleven years old.

Her a-niang - Cai Bo-furen - said that when she was little she suffered from an attack of some sort. She said a monster ate a piece of her and that piece contained a large chunk of her spiritual cognition. Luckily, due to the memories of her past life she wasn't left as an empty meat shell. That last bit was more implied than anything. Her niang was too elegant to ever say anything so crass as that, especially to her children. Perhaps if she asked again she would get a more detailed response, instead of the child appropriate explanation she had gotten.

That was a thought for another day. Two days later when they had heard of her run in with Wei-gongzi they were fondly exasperated at first. It was just like her to immediately trust a boy she'd just met on the side of the road, they had said. When she'd told them of the fact that she had loaned away Baba's spiritual device to said boy they had been more chastising.

"Why? What will you do if he runs off with it?" Her sister had asked, befuddled by her choice.

"Now, now, A-Yu I'm sure your sister has her reasons. Let's not jump to judgment straight away." A-niang had gently scolded her older sister. "But, yes, I am also going to need you to clarify why you would do such a thing? I know that you know we are quite wealthy but even money has its limitations when it comes to normal folks getting cultivation devices and your father worked very hard to get that thing with what little money he had before he married your mother and I."

Her a-niang was not actually her birth mother. Her birth mother was baba's er-furen and her a-niang's lover. Her a-niang and mother were in love and though they were from rich families they had no power to marry two women together. Her mothers' made a plan to pick a man with ambition and smarts to marry so they could be together. In exchange they would give him money, an heir and the power to accomplish his goals. That was her baba.

"I'm sure he'll come back. He looked like a good boy."

"A-Ying, you can't just rely on your intuition forever. One day you'll overestimate yourself or underestimate someone else." Her sister bluntly stated her worries.

"Who says I was relying just on my intuition? I know exactly who he is, Wei Wuxian and he's a cultivator who's studying in the Cloud Recesses. I'm gonna send him an invitation to tea just so he can't just run away with my stuff."

"You could've just said that in the first place. Now you've embarrassed me in front of a-niang." She blushed, a half joking mou on her lips.

"Ah, girls you both know there's nothing you can't say or do in front of me. I changed your diapers, you know!" She crowed with a grin.

"Ugh, a-niang!" They echoed.

"Though, that name does sound familiar…" Daiyu made a face of concentration, the pout falling from her face as she tried to remember.

"He's the fourth young master on the list of eligibility." A-niang mentioned Idly, sipping a bit of her tea.

"What?! Yunmeng Jiang's head disciple! Wei Ying, that one?!"

"Daiyu, you're being weird… I know you haven't been able to go out in some time but I'm pretty sure you know it's rude to call someone by their birth name without permission." Daiyu had been sickly since birth and in recent years she'd been devoting herself to some light cultivation training in order to combat it. Perhaps she'd been pushing herself a bit too much.

"No! I mean yes but not that! I remember him! From… from…oh my-" She cut herself off, groaning into her hands, her face beet red from the roots of her hair to where her robes exposed her neck. Suddenly, she lifted her red face from her hands and declared, "Niang, I have a serious request. Please, please know that although I was a bit of a degenerate in my past life, I have retired from that… so you can't punish me for it now."

With that her sister explained that in her past life she had consumed various forms of media surrounding a main character, murder, mysteries, and a cutsleeve romance! With a hefty serving of longing and the angst of a lost lover. Xiuying being only eleven of course got the heavily censored version of that tale through her a-niangs mouth after Daiyu had whispered the entire thing to her. She assumed it was quite romantic as her a-niang's face had gone quite red. She supposed Daiyu got to know the uncensored version before she'd died at eighteen in her past life. Xiuying thought it was a lovely tale even if she had no clue as to what it had to do with Wuxian-ge.

"At times I envy you girls, those stories in your past lives are so… as you say 'cool'." She sighed with longing. "These days only the cultivation sects have the good cutsleeve romance stories. Other than that it's all spring books."

"That's nice, but what does this have to do with Wei-gongzi?"

"Oh, yes I almost forgot. The main character of those stories is Wei Wuxian." Her older sister added as an afterthought.

"Oh, that's… so sad!" She almost wanted to cry. How could that nice boy already have suffered so much!? Not to mention what he will go through in the future! She had a feeling he was a good boy when she had met him so she felt no unease in handing over baba's spiritual device but this was too much! If there were such a thing as being too good Wuxian-ge would be the epitome. "Do you think we should try to change his fate?" She asked, uncertain. She knew what it was like to die and wake in an entirely different world. She could only imagine what it would be like to die so horrifically and then be resurrected against one's wishes only to suffer emotionally to what amounts to the whole time until the resolution.

"If you'd like to try I'd support you." Her sister said.

"Don't forget about me. I will always support my girls in whatever endeavors you choose to pursue."

With that all three of them began to scheme. Obviously Xiuying would use the gathering of evidence for the breaking of her betrothal to grow closer with Wuxian-ge that in and of itself would hopefully change something. Her sister and a-niang were meticulously noting all details that could be reasonably compiled from memory and would later give her an edited version. One that would be age appropriate while still giving important details.

The hours they had set aside for spending their time together had flown by and soon their didi -a-niang's biological son- interrupted for his time with her. Cai Chyou inclined his head in greeting to both Xiuying and Daiyu. They greeted their didi back just as informally with a wave and off a-niang went.

After her mothers' marriage to her baba as promised they attempted to give him an heir. As her mother was more comfortable with men in general she decided it was her turn first despite being er-furen. After her sister was born her mother fell ill for months but recovered slowly. Since her older sister was also sickly and a girl she was quickly cast aside as the heir. A-niang was reluctant to have baba but as she felt it was her duty she would have persisted if not for the fact that mother was pregnant again just a short year after giving birth. Angry that her lover had gone behind her back in what she thought was an effort to destabilize her position, -despite already having agreed to share power equally no matter what- she got pregnant eight months into her own mother's pregnancy.

Of course what she didn't know was that her lover was simply attempting to save her from the terrible labor that was childbirth. By the time it was mother's time to give birth it was all for naught. She endured an extremely difficult labor and was deathly ill; she only lived long enough to ask a-niang for her forgiveness for the misunderstandings and heart ache she had caused. She was especially saddened by leaving her lover early, when they had promised to live a long prosperous life together.

That was what she had gleaned from mothers journal.

Then A-niang had their long awaited heir.

That was also why the title of baba was simply an artifice on her behalf to keep his favor in place of her sister and a-niang, as their resentment of him kept them cordial at best. Without him as the key player in perpetuating the political strife between lovers, her mother never would have died.

With her spirit cognition eaten and most of her memories of her mother gone with it, doing this wasn't exactly difficult. Though there were times when her distaste nearly won out, she didn't much mind it. With his affection thoroughly wound on her little finger she could ask him for almost anything and he would try a reasonable amount to do it. With this matter of her betrothal it was less of a lack of wanting to break it but more of a wariness of losing face.

It was like this, he was the first generation of his company though he was well liked and known to be trustworthy but that could change at any moment. The word of a much older family name would certainly be enough to ruin him regardless of any evidence to the contrary. If word got around that he was essentially spoiling his daughter and canceled an engagement on no grounds other than her dislike of the suitor, he would be mocked. If he were a man that actually loved his daughter to such a degree he surely wouldn't have minded. Alas, the male ego was a fragile one. Also there was the issue of her reputation as well, if his business partner got it in his head to slander her as a persnickety and fickle little girl there would be nothing to stop others from believing it. Then she'd be left without a marriage prospect in sight, save for the very desperate. She truly didn't mind if she ever gained a reputation for being a difficult betrothed, she would simply spend more time with her family. Her baba cared though.

And so she was stuck trying to collect irrefutable evidence. Just the insults Bai Bingwen throws around should be enough but she would try and get evidence of him hanging around with his girl friends. That was the only thing about him she didn't find annoying. She didn't understand why having friends of the opposite gender was such a big deal but if it helped her who was she to question it? Usually a-niang didn't care who she was friends with but then again maybe it was a weird double standard?

At least Wuxian-ge was willing to help her out.

Maybe she'd also be able to help him in exchange.

Lan Wangji was not unreasonable.

It was Wei Ying that was as such.

Wei Ying's grace was unreasonable. Swallowing down liquor in a manner so undignified that the majority of it was wasted was not supposed to be graceful. And yet Wei Ying made it so. From the angle of his tipped head to the way the liquid gleamed in moonlight as it traveled down the line of his throat. How he was reminiscent of a flower petal dancing in the wind while jumping and leaping from roof to roof.

He was unreasonable in his beauty with eyes as luminous as the silver moon, framed by lashes that were far too long, his full lips and teasing smile with his adorable bunny teeth. The beauty mark just beneath his lip was just as teasing.

His way of being was most unreasonable of all. He was charming, mischievous, free spirited, and shameless and… and somehow he could not hate him.

He was unreasonable, not Lan Wangji.

Wangji was short with him, berated him and disciplined him. So why was it that after a month of punishment -teasing and pestering Lan Wangji everyday- he would not behave? Every other guest disciple was terrified of him but not him? Why?

Wei Ying said he was boring and yet did not leave him alone.

What had changed?

What had happened so that Wei Ying no longer pestered him? Why had he stopped being so mischievous?

He should be glad. Glad that he was now left alone as he had always preferred, glad that he was now behaving as he should have from the beginning, glad that Wei Ying had ceased being unreasonable.

But it seemed like his sudden good behavior caused more distraction than his previous. Especially to Lan Wangji.

He couldn't understand why it felt like Lan Wangji was now the unreasonable one. It felt like he wanted Wei Ying to misbehave, break the rules and to continue to tease and pester. He was certain that it could not be that he missed him as xiongzhang had suggested when he had seen him observing this new phenomenon.

He had attempted to ask Jiang Wanyin if Wei Ying was well but he had assumed Lan Wangji was there to assign punishment where none was due.

His words were, "Look, Lan er-gongzi i know Wei Wuxian has not been particularly well behaved in his time here but he has actually been behaving himself for the past few days. So any mischief that has occurred has nothing to do with him as of now. I would thank you to keep your distance from him as he has done nothing wrong at this time. Thank you." Then as he was walking away he muttered. "Your presence might set him off again. I don't know what it is about you but it makes him twice as annoying. "

He was stunned momentarily at the words. If not for that he may have assigned some sort of punishment for being unkind and speaking behind his shixiong's back.

Then he thought, what if he was the unreasonable one? Jiang Wanyin had said Wei Ying was twice as annoying when around Lan Wangji, was that because Wei Ying was restless in his home or was that because of Wangji? If he had let him go that first night would he have not felt compelled to create mischief wherever he went?

He assumed he was just as wild in Lotus Pier as he was in Cloud Recesses but that couldn't be right. He had heard Yu-furen was a very strict teacher and while Jiang-zhongzu was known to be soft he was also known to be just, so if Wei Ying were just as misbehaved at home he definitely would have heard of it. And while most rumors about him did mention that he was rather spirited, most were about his competence or friendliness, at least the rumors he had heard on by chance were.

As he was doing his first round of patrol, half an hour before curfew, he had the sensation of eyes on him. He turned sharply and then had the unpleasant experience of Nie Huaisang shrieking in his face.

"Aah, Lan er-gongzi." He sighed in relief, as if he had not known it was Lan Wangji when he'd been staring at him just moments before.

He stared back at him skeptically.

"Ahem, uh. I couldn't help but notice that you're concerned about Wei-xiong!"

He blinked at him and confirmed, "Mn."

He only did as such because Nie Huaisang was Wei Ying's friend. Had anyone else said something like that -preceded by suspicious behavior- he would have suspected malicious intent. However, Wei Ying knew people better than Lan Wangji and if he chose Huaisang as his friend then he would trust his judgment in character.

"Good! I mean it's not good that you're worried but… I mean-I'll just tell you what's going on." His shoulders slumped in disappointment and he began again. "On our last day off Wei-xiong went to Caiyi Town and was approached by an unfortunate meimei! She was looking for evidence to break her engagement and Wei-xiong had come across her. He was concerned and stopped and was given a device to fix to help her. He's probably behaving himself these days so that he doesn't disappoint her! So don't be con-" he cut himself off, wide eyed and pale. "A-anyway that's… that's it! So I'm just… I'll just go now! Ahaha, I wouldn't want to be out after curfew!" He backed away and then walked very quickly out of his sight.

His face must have been as thunderous as he felt. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Wei Ying was behaving because of a girl.

He was helping her break her engagement.

#mo dao zu shi fanfic #mo dao zu shi #untamed fanfiction #the untamed #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #oc insert #oc #fix it of sorts #fix it fic #Little Xiuying in Caiyi Town #chapter 2

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aline-the-cat · 1 year

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Is Wei Ying gay or european?

Dumb idea brought to you courtesy of this amazing video

Jin Zixuan was fidgeting, he looked once more at the Yunmeng Jiang table, then followed his eyes to the Gusu Lan contigent, taking notice of the two suspicously missing figures. Dammit! this was all Nie Huaisang fault! If he hadn’t pointed out earlier, Zixuan could’ve ended the discussion conference in peace, now, as it was, his too curious for his own good brain was torturing itself with the same damn question. It was stupid!! It was soo stupid! ... and yet

“Now those are the new positions for the eligible bachelors list, before we move on to trade, anyone has anything else to add?” A-Yao smiled to the ones presents. Jin Zixuan looked once more to the Jiang group, then to the Lan and finally he saw Huaisang, who only opened his fan and arched an eyebrow, as to say ‘You see what I was talking about?’. And just... he couldn’t. Stand. It

“Is Wei Wuxian gay?!” he blurted out to the Jiang contigent. There was a horrifying moment full of silence when he realized what he had done... but one look at Huaisang confimed it... there was no going back now

“Excuse me?”

“It’s just that....” Jin Zixuan was babbling, he could see Yanli laughing at him, he swallows and looks at the window, where he can see the cause of all this sitting comfortably with the other cause of this disaster “There! Right there!” he points, the other sect leaders turn to look at the sweet scene “Is Wei Wuxian a cut sleeve?” he wonders again

“Young Master Jin, I hardly think this is the time to-”

“Of course he is not!” Jiang Wanyin almost jumped out of his seat, interrumpting whatever nonsense sect leader Yao was about to say “How can you think that?!”

“How can you not?!” the good think about Jiang Cheng being the one that first answered, Huaisang thinks, is that Jin Zixuan gets on his competitive mood and forgets everything else as he launches himself in the most ridiculous debate they’ve ever entertained “Have you seen his skin? have you seen the killer shape he is in?! Oh please he’s gay, totally gay!” Zixuan almost looked offended for some reason

“Young masters, please-”

“Young master Jin could not be wrong however...” Nie Huaisang had to do a double take at Lan Qiren interrupting someone over this random argument “Those traits does not make someone a cut-sleeve, and considering his reputation, Wei Wuxian couldn’t be one, I say not gay”

“But look at his coiffed and crispy locks!” one disciple of Yunmeng Jiang pipes up, and Jiang Wanying’s betrayed expression is hilarious

“He does have silk translucent socks” Nie Huaisang says behind his fan, adding to the chaos

“There’s the eternal paradox, look what we’re seeing...”

“What are we seeing, Lan Laoshi?” the younger Nie ignores his brother’s grunt to shut him up

“Is he gay...”

“Of course he is gay!” Jin Zixuan insists

“Or a rogue?” at Lan Qiren’s question the rest awes, Jiang Wanyin facepalms and the smaller sects want nothing to do with this, yet...

“Is he gay or a rogue?” for some reason almost the entire room turns to look at Nie Huaisang, and he gets it, if there’s someone who would know whether Wei Wuxian would go rogue, it would’ve been him, in this case though

“Well don’t look at me” he shakes his head

“Well the rogues cultivators are different from the sects, they take different sports than us and use shorter robes” one cultivator adds

“Depending on the context... young master Wei could go either way” Lan Xichen says quietly taking a sip of his tea, totally knowing about his brother’s infatuation with the boy

As the discussion conference gets out of control, everyone starts asking the same question ‘Is Wei Wuxian gay or going rogue?’

“Hold it!” the matriarch of Yunmeng Jiang takes the attention of everyone, and while some are relieved thinking they are going to stop this idiotic nonsense, Yu Ziyuan says another unexpected thing “Have you all seen the brat’s condenscending smirk? Is not one that everyone can see on every cultivator present? Wei Wuxian is a metro-hetro jerk, he is not gay, I say no way!”

Next to her Fengmian is sighing and Yanli is barely containing her laughter

“Look, we all saw Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji interact during the classes” Jin Zixuan takes his point back “With all that evidence I just say is safe to presume that he is a cutsleeve”

For the next minutes the room descends into chaos, especially with Lan Qiren screaming against the mere notion of Wei Wuxian being into his nephew. But as a conclusion is about to be reach and the rest of the espectators start a betting pool, one young cultivator attracts the attention

“Hold it, hold it! If I remember correctly, Wei Wuxian flirted with Mianmian once!”

the mob turns to look at the girl

“Is that true?”

“I mean... yes, he did”

“Dammit!” Nie Huaisang arches an eyebrow, surprised that sect leader Oouyang and his own brother would vote for the cut sleeves

“Is this only about his style? A-Xian has a magnetic personallity, but his shoes are pointy toed” Jiang Yanli smiles innocently

“Huh” Nie Huaisang hadn’t thought about that “So many shades of gray”

“If he turns out straight though, I could be free after this” one female cultivator giggles in the back

“So is he gay or going rogue?!”

“Stop!” Jiang Cheng is official done with this bullshit about his shixiong “give a chance to crack the menance, I have an idea I’d like to try”

“Go on, young master Jiang, the floor is yours” Lan Xichen smiles, he hopes for a happy resolution for his own brother’s sake

“Wei Wuxian!” at Jiang Cheng’s call, the disciple runs to the room, Lan Wangji trailing behind “Help us understand something quick, you first ate a-Jie’s soup when you were..?”

“Nine years old!” he answers, a little bit confused but also happy to see his beloved shijie’s smile

“Okay, and your first name is...?”

“Wei Ying!”

“And your boyfriend’s name is...?”

“Lan Zhan!” he says without thinking, a bright, happy smile on his face; when he hears the gasps around him he realizes what he said, turning to look at a furious Lan Qiren he tries to backtrack “I’m sorry Jiang Cheng, I misunderstood the question, you say boyfriend, I thought you say best friend, and Lan Zhan is my best friend” he says trying not to be kill by his former teacher

“Wei Ying” Lan Wangji takes his hand softly “There’s no need to keep lying anymore” he turns to his brother in particular, but his voice carries “Wei Ying is a cut sleeve and we are thinking to go on as rogue cultivators”

“Didi!”

“Wangji!”

“Wei Wuxian!”

“Lan Zhan!” among the multiple voices claming for an explanation, Lan Wangji turns to the whining voice of his boyfriend

“Wei Ying must stop lying himself as well, this is not a disgrace nor something you should be ashamed of”

“But... I’m straight?” he tries, nervously looking at both Lan Qiren and Madam Yu fumming on their seats

“You really aren’t, you weren’t yesterday at least” Lan Wangji shows him an almost imperceptible smirk that makes Xichen gasp and Wei Wuxian swoon “So, if I may, Xiongzhang, honourable leaders, I would like to have Wei Ying as my cultivation partner”

“Lan Zhan!!” Wei Wuxian tackles the taller man in a hug as the room descends into chaos once more

He groans, but Jin Zixuan knows there’s no one else to blame but himself, he brought it upon himself. Except, not. Scratch that, it was all Nie Huaisang’s fault!!

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