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i need someone i can yell at about my very niche tma au ;w;
(see me playing fast and loose between tma lore and mdzs canon under the cut wheeee~)
this is part headcanon, part drabble, all-around mess. just dont think too hard about it please
the classification of each entity isn’t fully documented yet, smirke’s 14 doesn’t exist, but each major clan has a specific fear that called their founders. there are also some entities haven’t been identified yet so a lot of fears bleed into each other
they’re still cultivators here. they’re cultivating fear.
golden cores are the physical manifestation of your connection with your god within your body. the more you feed it, the more connected you are to your patron, the more powerful you become.
each clan is a powerhouse to a specific entity but their disciples can be touched by multiple entities (and honestly, i cant make everyone a slaughter avatar) only the sect leader needs to be fully devoted to their fear god
Gusu Lan = Beholding, Qinghe Nie = Slaughter, Yunmeng Jiang = Hunt, Lanling Jin = Stranger, and Qishan Wen = Desolation
wei wuxian was once heavily touched by the hunt. his mother a famous Huntress and rogue cultivator and his father a servant and close friend to the sect of The Everchase
jiang cheng’s Hunt core is slightly weaker but its fine because they are of the same pack. they are partners, brothers in everything but blood, and will hunt down anyone who dares to hurt the other.
jiang yanli isn’t an avatar, not marked by the hunt but touched by the Hive, manifesting more on the love/belonging and family aspect rather than the filth aspect
i have more Thots about the family aspects between hive/hunt and how they are both very possessive on who they call their Persons but expresses it different ways that mirror jyl and jc but that’s for a different post
during their time in the cloud recesses they meet a quiet watcher who wwx immediately zones in on him as his new “prey”.
lan wangji is silent and knowledgeable as is expected from a disciple of the beholding, but there is a certain chill around him that other eye avatars do not have
wwx stalks the poor boy, pounces on him whenever he manages to catch him alone, and is just a general disturbance all-around.
he does not feel the Eyes that sometimes watch him when he is alone.
lan xichen does not need the beholding’s power to see the way his brother looks at the young hunter disciple. he is pleased to feel the cold surrounding the jingshi has lessened. shufu seems perplexed and torn.
wwx’s also has his eye on jin zixuan, the pompous plastic peacock that’s engaged to his shijie. he isn’t actually allowed to hunt him down so he settles on dismembering the lifeless mannequins that he uses as servants.
(playing with the timeline here) they get kicked out when a text is destroyed within the Library Pavilion even though it was just a pornography book (any kind of knowledge is still knowledge) and even though it was lwj who destroyed it (the eye had punished him severely for that).
the desolation!wen are attempting to bring The Scourged Earth into the world. they burn down the cloud recesses “in the name of ‘cleaning up the place’ so that it would be ‘reborn from the firelight.’” ( - directly from the mdzs wiki)
the xuanwu of slaughter is an ancient manifestation of, well, the slaughter and cannot be reasoned with.
(”Lan Zhan, can you See anything?” “No. My connection with The Beholding has been greatly severed.” “Oh. well.. Uh, it’s kinda foggy in here huh? Here have my outer robe, you look kinda cold.” “…Mn.”)
lotus pier burns and jiang cheng loses his core. wwx asks flesh!wen qing for help because only an avatar of the flesh (the boneturner, though that isn’t its name yet) is able to carve open another avatar long enough to take something out and place it somewhere else.
jiang cheng immediately becomes a fully-fledged avatar using wwx’s hunt-influenced core. it manifests as strong bloodlust against the wens, fear of being seen as weak prey by the other clans, (and later, hunting down wwx and other end-aligned cultivators.)
wwx gets thrown in the burial mounds. he is dead for three whole months. and then he wakes up.
his hunter core is gone but that’s fine. he is alive not because he wants to but because he has to. when he is awake, he calls upon the dead to exact his revenge. the wens are defeated and everyone is in frightened awe of the new being that he has unwillingly become. when he is asleep, black tendrils of death plague his dreams. He relives the horrible memories of his own and others’ deaths. sometimes he can feel someone watching him but cannot see them in return.
wei wuxian is alive but he is not part of jiang cheng’s pack anymore. he does not follow them out on hunts anymore, doesn’t even bother to stay within the residences. he isn’t part of their pack anymore, abandoned their patron for something else more powerful, and for what? he feels resentment brewing inside him. resentment and fear.
wwx knew not to trust the polished and waxed faces of the jins. all the wen remnants are non-avatars, barely touched by anything other than the fear the jins had instilled by themselves. they do not deserve this cruelty, to be both entertainment and livestock for the rest of the cultivation world. it is true that death comes for everyone, but wwx will not let these people die at the hands of these strangers.
the wens become touched by the End during their stay in the burial mounds. wen ning, with flute music playing in his head, wins an archery game against Death and finally wakes.
one day a cold mist surrounds yilling when wwx takes a-yuan out on a stroll. He loses him but finds him again clinging to a man in white robes that looks like he wants to disappear. wwx feels himself smile brightly at the sight. (”lan zhan! it’s so nice to see you again! It’s been so cold out today but luckily it’s warmer now!” “Mn.” “You really blend in with the fog with those white robes of yours. it’s okay though because i’m sure i can find you wherever you disappear to!” “Mn.”)
qiongqi path becomes a massacre of plastic mannequins and not!beings. the smell of death and manufactured flesh fill the air like an offering to his unwanted patron, and black tendrils surround wwx and his assailants. It blinds him and he can’t see it, can’t control it, can’t stop it as jin zixuan is pierced through his chest and falls to the ground, dead.
the clans are outraged. they speak in fear of him, they hear of his power over life and death and that he, like the wen fugitives by his side, is trying to bring about his patron into the world. they call for an attack, a bloodbath to take him down once and for all.
and a bloodbath it is. the entire cultivation world against a one-man army. fear rings high in the air and all the Entities are well fed in the aftermath, the most satisfied: Slaughter and (paradoxical to their intent) The End.
later, much later, when the siege is over and nothing is left of his anchor other than a small child marked by death, lwj accepts the punishment lashes and then goes into cold seclusion. the jingshi is completely covered by clouds of fog. no one can See him, the elders only get a debilitating headache when they try to pry too hard. not even lxc, who has become the Eye’s most devoted avatar, can know his brother’s whereabouts. only lan yuan seems to able to navigate through the dense gloom.
the world moves on
jin guangyao’s wide smiles are not conspicuous within the plastic faces and painted lips within lanling jin. If his limbs are too long or if his smile a bit distorted or if he disappears through a bright yellow door and doesnt come back then no one makes mention of it.
No one also notices the webs above them hidden in the high ceilings of lanling jin nor the tiny spiders that skitter around the gossiping servants, spinning and weaving threads of thick silk around them.
it takes years for his brother to come out from the fog and lxc nearly weeps at the knowledge that The Lonely had not forsaken another member of his family. still, lwj has changed. there is a certain chill around him now that persists wherever he goes. though he has always been silent since childhood, his silence now is cold and unfeeling, eyes faraway as if not seeing those around him and only floating through the days. He is not completely alone though and that is enough to alleviate some of xichen’s worries.
time abates some wounds but certainly not all. there is still an empty cold pit in lwj’s chest but it does not bleed as freely as it did 10 years before. Before, he would have readily disappeared into the fog when the elders comes to look for him, now he chooses to disappear from the cloud recesses and absconds into night hunts. he goes wherever the chaos is, seeking (but not willing to hope) that he might find something that can stir the deadness in his heart.
tbc ?
#rotating this au hard and fast in my mind's eye#i actually dont know the overlap between the mdzs and tma fandoms but im just assuming there isnt much ???#i kinda got too into it at the end there i didnt know where to stop lmao im sorry im pulling all of this outta my ass dskfjhkdhfk#i still have so many Thoughts for this au and cute lil scenes between these avatar fledgelings#i promise its not all Angst its just that lonely!lwj is a very good source of inspo#is this a fix it? maybe. maybe not.#on one hand i want everyone (except jgs and zixun) to love and be happy#on the other hand lonely!lwj is the entire reason why i thought of this au in the first place#according to the wiki the chinese name for cloud recesses means 'somewhere unknown deep in the clouds'#which is Peak Lonely vibes but i didnt find that out until after i wrote this oops#beholding!gusu lan is staying tho bc i love lonelyeyes!lwj hehe#i almost wrote an entire backstory in the tags about madame lan and how wangji inherited her Loneliness dhsdfkhd#i'll write that on a different post this one is long enough#LANLING JIN IS STRANGER ALIGNED BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL CLOWNS#i was thinking of jzx being replaced by a not!them after qiongqi ambush but hmmm maybe thats for another au hmmmm many thoughts#funfact! in MAG113 decker mentions that only a Hunter can kill an avatar of the End so. do what you will with that knowledge :)#OH HEY I JUST REMEMBERED WWX TOLD LWJ TO 'GET LOST' WHEN LWJ TRIED TO SAVE HIM DURING THE FIRST SEIGE JUST BEFORE HE DIED SO :))))#MY LONELY!LWJ HEADCANON IS GOING STRONG#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#should i tag this as tma? nah#anyways here just take this
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I feel like all the times we get upset with wwx and jc for not telling the other how they really feel, JC should get some credit for kinda saying it that one time.
"If you insist on protecting [the Wens], then I cannot protect you!"
Like that was so honest and raw and good of him to try to tell wwx he is trying to help!
But wwx can't take it then. He doesn't think he deserves it. And he knows if he's choosing between himself and a bunch of innocent people, he'll choose these people.
So he tells JC to let him go.
I can't get over how close they were to actually communicating and how quickly it fell apart. But JC said something true and honest and not awful! And I think he needs credit for it!
#jiang cheng is so upset all the time#i can't blame him#the one time he tries to reach out and express actual feelings jist ends in disaster#oh my poor yunmeng boys#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#wei ying#jiang wanyin#江晚吟#江澄#魏无羡#魏無羨#魏婴#温氏余孽#魔道祖师#the untamed 陈情令#陈情令#mdzs#cql#the untamed#twin heroes of yunmeng#云梦双杰
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Jiang Wanyin VS Mu Qing
I once saw a post that mentioned how JC stans try to push JC’s characterization onto MQ and I’m just sitting there like.......wtf? Bcz frankly, if they ever truly met face-to-face, I’ll bet my left kidney that MQ will despise JC. Hell, I think MQ and JC couldn’t be anymore different from each other and here’s why.
(Note: This is gonna be a long rant but pls, bear with me.)
First of all, let’s look at their family backgrounds. JC was born as the heir to Yunmeng Jiang with two respected/powerful cultivators as parents. But MQ? He was born to a poor household in a dark alley, his father was a sinner that had been beheaded and his mother was a seamstress who eventually got bad eyes and could no longer continue her job.
Bcz of his poor background, MQ wasn’t even allowed to cultivate until XL noticed his potential and recommended him personally. You wanna say ‘oh poor JC, he’s always in WWX’s shadow’ well boo-hoo, it sucks to be in second place just as much as it sucks to have no place at all!
How, just by knowing this, how can you think MQ is anything like JC? JC grew up with all the privileges as the son of one of the highest gentries. While he was raging about losing his dogs bcz of a traumatized boy, MQ was an errand boy/ servant working his ass off to feed his own mother. He was shunned and scolded just for wanting to give her cherries.
If anything, MQ probably resonates more with WWX who was in a similar position as him since he was constantly viewed as ‘the son of a servant’. MQ was constantly looked down upon, bullied and unable to fight back or he’ll get kicked out. His only protection was XL; similar to how only JFM could make WWX’s abusive life just a bit more tolerable.
Then there’s also this post which canonically proves how JC’s place in society was always set in stone. He grew up with everything already handed to him: a well-respected status, a fancy household, warm food on the table everyday, etc. But MQ? He had to diligently work hard, he had to put in raw effort to rise through the ranks and had to consciously prove himself worthy of it.
There’s also the fact that for all of MQ’s supposed prickliness, the children in his home area adore him. Him, the one whom us readers have come to assume was an unapproachable edgy character, has a soft spot for children and vice versa. They call him ‘gege’ and he gives them cherries and candy. He cares for them and relates to them.
As for JC, let’s face it. Without WWX as his social buffer, who would want to befriend him? Without WWX around to distract you from his unpleasantness, without him around as part of the package, who would willingly approach JC with a genuine offer of friendship? Would JC even know shit about forming non-toxic relationships?
Then there’s the fact that MQ can actually take care of himself and others. He was XL’s personal attendant; he knows how to cook, clean and sew. When everything was going to shit, he still tried to take care of XL and he could bcz he knows first-hand what it’s like to live a rough life of doing back-breaking labour and swallowing your pride just so you can put food on the table & a roof over your head.
But JC? After the Fall of Lotus Pier, WWX was the one to take care of him. WWX who had the foresight to ensure he had money stitched into the hems of his clothes as preparation and getting food for them to eat. WWX, the man he used as his emotional sandbag, the man he tried to strangle after saving his ass. All he could do was sit on his ass and wallow in misery. Okay fine, I’ll admit that yes, he has been through a shitty ordeal BUT! So has WWX and you don’t see him being mopey, do you? Without WWX around, JC would’ve died in a ditch if he hadn’t been caught by Wens first.
And unlike JC, MQ gets reconciliation and he does it right- he earns it. MQ actually takes action to fix his mistakes whereas for JC, literally the only thing he could do at the end was not take action to salvage what little was left after he kicked the dead dog over and over for the past 13 years. And even that alone speaks volumes- at the end, JC does nothing and still walks off with minimal consequences bcz of his high-ranking station.
But MQ willingly volunteered to help XL as Fu Yao again and again, stands by his side to face Jun Wu/ Bai Wuxiang and personally fixed Ruoye. If it were JC, you think he’d do that? Does the guy even know how to sew?? (He probably would’ve pawned it off to a lower subordinate to settle then take credit for it.) And unlike JC who only went to the Burial Mounds to drag WWX back and ignore the blatant injustice the Jins were doing, MQ continued to visit XL while he was waiting for HC’s return to check on him, to make sure he’s doing well, to show his concern and support as a true friend that cares.
Thus, I conclude my case.
JC stans, pls don't clown my post.
#tgcf#heaven official's blessing#tgcf meta#mu qing#mdzs#mdzs meta#analysis#canon jiang cheng#anti jiang cheng
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1. Hi!! I was hoping you could help me find a fic.
The basic premise was post-canon wwx goes to lotus pier to give jc a gift for his birthday. The gift was painting of old yunmeng? But then jc invites wwx in. That's all i can remember. Thank you!!! Love all the work you do! ❤ @instantkittyfury
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2. Heyooo! Welcome to the family Mod L! **Thank you ~Mod L** I am looking for a fic with our baby Yuan! I remember clearly that WY is in a war meeting and suddenly a cry rings in the camp. A maid comes and give baby yuan to WY because he won’t stop. Everything is looking like where the heck WWX got a baby and our boy is just in his own world with his baby. Can you pleasee help me find it? Oh and it’s complete too. Thank you and stay safe dear!!!
FOUND! @grannyweatherwaxshat thinks this is To attempt the impossible by Rain20034 (T, 108k, wangxian, time travel)
FOUND! Lan Yuan’s War by BurningTea (G, 180k, wangxian, WIP)
SIMILAR! ❤️See What I’ve Become by Vamillepudding (T, 25k, wangxian, my post)
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3. Hi there! I hope the new blog is going well. I have been looking for this fic where WWX goes to Gusu after they promise to take care of the Wens but in return he has to let the Lans purge the resentment from his body. Issues came up and they have to purge it very slowly cause WQ has to heal all his wounds that return so he doesn’t die. Thank you!!! @existential-cringe
FOUND! This one sounds like decay by antebunny (G, 16k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, post by Mojo)
FOUND! @mikkeneko thinks this one might actually be three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, eventual wangxian, series in progress, Mojo’s bookmark) ‘ the sect is Nie not Lan, but the story detail of having to purge the resentful energy slowly to patch up the wounds as they appear is from this story, not from decay.’
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4. okay I didn't plan to send one but is about 2 to 3 months looking for that fic and I can't find it so I gave in to ask for help and this is my last hope, The fic was one at the time of cloud recess, I remember that Lan Wangji was more aware and there was a marriage proposal, Wei Wuxian then was about to reject it since he considered never getting married to dedicate fully to Lotus Pier, the Jiangs were not happy that he would think like that and made him explore more of himself before agreeing. @jackfantasy1412
FOUND? Give Me a Chance to Fall by brooklinegirl (E, 37k, wangxian, arranged marriage, no war au)
FOUND? Instead of rabbits, I’ll give you this by Bloodcoral (T, 94k, wangxian, arranged marriage, fix-it, angst, WIP)
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5. hey! hope you're having a good day i was looking for a specific fic where things go very different and i remember wei ying is jiang chengs heir there was a dialogue where jiang cheng says in yunmeng jiang age is succession wise so since wei ying came to lotus pier after JWY WWX is the second heir. and WWX brings the wen remnants to koi tower and JWY gives WQ purple robes from JYL. A-Yuan holds WWXs head piece in his hand and JWY thinks that must be uncomfortable cause it was smushed against WWX?
FOUND! This one sound like ❤️Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (not rated, 103k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)
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6. looking for a specific lwj!dragon fic
Hi, help please? Read this and then couldn't find it again... WWX goes to a pet store (he possibly just moved to a new town?) and finds a sick snake and takes it home. I think he puts it in an aquarium and he takes it w/ him when he leaves the house. It's not a snake, of course, but LWJ in a small dragon form. (I think he runs into LXC at the store in this story who recognizes his brother.) I've tried searching for it on AO3 w/ no luck. @ceriat
FOUND? Could this be Coil Tightly by Thunderstruck (Blueyed_Impala) (G, 18k, wangxian, WIP) Author’s tumblr post where fic is in hc form, thank you @absurdlyadmiredarmchair
You might also like this twitter thread by yin_yoru, in which street urchin WWX takes in a poor lost NoodleJi as a pet (and dog deterrent) until the Lans come to collect their missing Dragon Prince and JFM rescues WWX. (Spoiler: the favor later pays off big time.)
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7. Hi. I was hoping you could find the fic where LXC is in seclusion and he is so deep in his guilt that he doesn't realize years have gone by and WangXian are married and WWX starts to visit LXC and helping him overcome his sadness and it ends with LXC sitting with the bunnies and healing? @lizzybgood
FOUND! This is probably ❤️A Many-Splendored Thing by Netrixie (M, 14k, lxc & wwx, lwj & lxc, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending) **It’s pretty heavy imo so mind the tags!** ~Mod L
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8. Hi! I’ve been looking for this fix I’ve read awhile back! It’s a time travel one where wwx goes back to his childhood but doesn’t join jiangs at lotus pier. He joins a dance troupe while young and they play at unclean realm where wwx dresses as a girl and nhs falls in love? Oh and wwx is blind but he can use his cultivation to see auras around him or something like that? And when he’s at cloud recess they finally find out he’s blind while fighting su she. Thank you in advance!! :) @sakurai-haruka
FOUND! @lordmille thinks this one is The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, wangxian WIP)
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9. Hi! There was this fic i read yesterday in which WWX, LWJ, LXC, and JC post-siege all travel back to the cloud recess arc, but I accidentally lost it and can’t ding if. Do you know of if? Thank you so much for your help
FOUND? Might this be How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 37k, wangxian, WIP, time travel, angst w/ happy ending)
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10. Hi there! Looking for a fic where wwx and lwj are on a night hunt (potentially with the juniors). While chasing down a potential bad guy, wwx steps on an activated talisman and begins to feel its effects. Back at cloud recesses, lwj and lxc attempt to research the talisman of unknown origin, which they can only conclude that either wwx has sex or he dies (there may be a time limit as well). Lwj volunteers to help wwx. Later, it turns out the talisman was meant for wives to orgasm and immediately fall asleep, so wwx was never in danger. @razor-to-the-rosary
FOUND! @the-marathon-continues-nip says this one is And Fall to Desire by cqlorphan (E, 15k, wangxian, sex curse, bottom!lwj)
FOUND! a call to motion by vespertineflora (E, 14k, wangxian, fuck or die, bottom!WWX)
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11. Hello! Im not sure if this is the right place, but I wanted to ask for some help finding a particular fic. Basically Wei Ying is thrown back to when he was a child so he can prevent the deaths he caused before he died, and becomes a street performer/dancer before he meets Lan Zhan
FOUND! The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, wangxian WIP)
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12. Hello! Thank you for your posts! There is this fanfic i have been looking for. It occured on the time on qionqi path but it is role reverse swap! Jc was the demonic cultivator wangxian was married after war(i think) and it was A-yuan's first month celebration. Lwj went to get Jc but was seriously injured but not dead. I also remember Jyl was also the jiang sect leader. And Lxc was very protective of his brother-in-law.
FOUND! @gingermenace thinks this is Down with the Yiling Laozu!! by Marinelifeclub (T, 6k, Wangxian, role reversal, major character death, not jc friendly, wx happy ending)
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13. hi! i had this fic i wanted to find but don't know where it is for the life of me - the only thing i can remember is that at Nightless City wwx accidently put jyl in a coma to keep her safe and she was kept in a hidden room in koi tower
FOUND? @invisible-mirror thinks this one might be like speaking to my heart by Rhymeswithtessa (Cuppiecake), SnowshadowAO3 (T, 614k, wangxian) - a swords as daemons au
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14. Hi! The work you do is very appreciated, thank you so much! If possible, there's a fic I'm looking for, for whenever you can fit this into a fic finder post! I'm fairly sure it was post-canon, and Wei Wuxian was living in Cloud Recesses, and when someone with a grudge against him attacked it with demonic dogs, he locked the juniors in the library and took the fight elsewhere to protect Cloud Recesses. I think there may have been something about reliving bad memories or something similar? I remember the Lans as well as Jiang Cheng and I think Jin Ling went looking for him. I found a similar fic while looking for it, but it was a single chapter WIP, while I'm pretty sure the fic I'm looking for had multiple chapters up. That's all I'm fairly confident about remembering, sorry.
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15. Hey mojo, i've been trying to find this fic for ages. It's a modern fic where wy and lz was married with a-yuan, they were living in lqr's house (apartment?) and he was constantly critizising and controlling their life. Wy tried to convince lz to move, but he didn't want to. Later wy was thrown into jail coz he was suspected to be the culprit of something (cant remember), but turns out it was actually meng yao. After wy was released lz decided to move out of lqr's house w/ a-yua coz lqr is toxic
FOUND! This one is ❤️Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, wangxian)
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16. Hi! Been looking for this fic for a while, and nothing's come up on my end. I'm not sure if it's been deleted or not. I remember WWX and Wen Qing set out on a mission(? For lack of a better term.) of sorts, and LWJ's left in the Burial Mounds with the Wen Remnants (+ others?). Before WWX left, though, everyone was eating dinner, and LWJ noticed that someone who recently came up to the Burial Mounds was lurking in the back. I think it turned out to be Xue Yang? They took A-Qing hostage (Or it could have been another kid; I'm not sure.) But XY and LWJ fight. LWJ ends up majorly injured after he kills XY. LWJ sets off a talisman/signal flare that would catch WWX's attention--which WWX gave him sometime before this ordeal. And I think this next part happens not long after WWX and WQ return: WWX and WQ said that they were suspicious of LWJ at first, so when they saw the talisman/signal flare, they almost didn't come back.
FOUND! This one is ❤️love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)
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17. hi i’m looking for a fanfic where the jin sect basically ended up tricking the lan sect into marrying wwx; wwx was not raised in the jiang sect but the xue sect and the lan sect find out that wwx and wen remnants aren’t as the rumors say (as they’ve actually been helping other people with medical and resentful energy related matters) and i remember that when the lan cultivators first get there everyone at the burial mounds panicked cause they thought they were getting attacked
FOUND! @the-other-sandy says this is ❤️Fated series by LtLJ (G, 31k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)
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18. Hello there! Thank you for your hard work catering to our requests all this time. I wonder if you can help me find a fic. I remember all the jiangs really love WWX, especially YZY, she loves him and spoils him so much that even when he got in trouble in gusu, she said its just LQR being a stuck up. I think WWX is the youngest out of the siblings and they're having a hard time accepting LWJ "taking away their baby".
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19. Hello, I have been attempting to find this fic again for months. A bathing WWX is taken hostage in the Jingshi. The hostage takers oppose Chief Cultivator LWJ's reforms. Resolved via HGJ cutting off some limbs (possibly a head). Afterwards, rumours circle regarding LWJ's abuse of power. JC (with JL) warns against such moves. LWJ informs them he is willing to listen to criticism. He is against people expressing their opposition via harming WWX. Cue JC and JL fussing over WWX. Thank you!
FOUND! according to @shababbling this one is No journey is too long by dea_liberty (M, 12k, wangxian, last part of the series)
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20. Hiya -- Thank you so much for doing what you do!! I'm looking for a fic I read on AO3 which is a darker take on the post-resurrection plot line. After finding out that everything which occured in the past was engineered by Jin Guangyao, Wei Ying decides he wants revenge. I remember a line from the summary which goes, "Lan Zhan what if I told you I wanted to spill their blood?" or something to that effect. Lan Zhan is generally supportive of vengeance :) @bella-jayd
ayanaacorn: ‘I don’t remember the name but I’m pretty sure someone was also looking for this fic in an old fic finder post in the main blog, it was deleted but it was available on the way back machine. Maybe if it’s not found the person who asked can try and look for it there’
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Xisang Week 2021 Day 1 : Sunshot / childhood
Wei Wuxian stares at the two boys in front of him, before turning his gaze toward his husband who appears just as puzzled as him.
“I think it was a curse maybe,” says the older boy, who Wei Wuxian recognises, but refuses to name because if he calls him by name, then this whole madness is real and he doesn’t want to deal with that when he hasn't even had breakfast yet. “I mean, it’s got to be. Oh, da-ge is going to be furious that I got in trouble again…”
There go Wei Wuxian’s efforts to not think of that teenager as Nie Huaisang, and any hopes of using this situation to have some fun. Nie Huaisang looks so damn worried about his brother, and though Wei Wuxian isn’t sure where the two of them stand at the moment, he’s cruel enough to say anything about Nie Mingjue.
“Hey, Nie-xiong, just what do you remember exactly?”
Nie Huaisang, whose attention was mostly on Lan Wangji, turns to look at Wei Wuxian and wrinkles his nose.
“I should be home,” he explains. “I’d gone back there after that awful Wen camp. Then we got the news, about Yunmeng, and da-ge said he’s going to send me to Gusu so I can stay safe. There’s going to be a war for sure this time. But I don’t know why I’m here already!” Nie Huaisang whines. “I haven’t even started packing! And everything is weird! I don’t know you, and I’m not sure I know him!”
‘Him’ in this case refers to the child currently clinging to Nie Huaisang’s neck. He’s probably a little old to be carried in anyone’s arms, least of all Nie Huaisang’s who isn’t exactly a very strong looking person. Looks can be deceiving though. Nie Huaisang doesn’t appear bothered by the weight of that Lan boy, even though he’s been holding the child in his arms since the moment Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji discovered them wandering around the Hanshi.
Wei Wuxian has never met that person at that age of course, but he can risk an educated guess, especially with the way Lan Wangji stares at that child.
“And what about you then?” Wei Wuxian asks the little boy. “What do you remember, Lan gongzi?”
The child stares at Lan Wangji in silence, his dark eyes burning with anger.
“He looks like Father,” Lan Xichen says, pointing an accusing finger at his brother.
Having never meant the previous sect leader, Wei Wuxian can’t say if that’s true or not. What he can say is that the accusation hits Lan Wangji hard, who turns a shade or two paler.
“He’s not your father,” Wei Wuxian quickly says.
Lan Xichen tilts his head, frowning.
“He’s not,” he concedes. “But he looks like him,” he insists, before falling silent again, hiding his face in the crook of Nie Huaisang’s neck.
Considering the sort of person Nie Huaisang was around the time of the Sunshot Campaign, Wei Wuxian is surprised by how well he’s handling this whole thing. He would have expected Nie Huaisang to have started crying already, but instead he seems focused on soothing the little boy in his arms.
Funny, really. As adults, Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen aren’t really on speaking terms, as far as Wei Wuxian knows. Nie Huaisang had only come to the Cloud Recesses to talk with Lan Qiren about some sect business, making it clear that he had no wish to even acknowledge that Lan Xichen still exists, a feeling that appeared more than mutual.
And now, Nie Huaisang is holding Lan Xichen like he’s something precious, keeping him close and rubbing his back to comfort him. Earlier, when Lan Wangji offered to take the child from him, Nie Huaisang refused to let go of a little boy who'd gone tense with fear in his arms, claiming he really doesn't mind the weight.
“He told me earlier that his mother died last night,” Nie Huaisang explains when Wei Wuxian stares too long.
Lan Wangji, already hit hard by everything that’s happening, startles as he hears that. Wei Wuxian quickly takes his wrist to ground him.
“Then he must be about nine,” Wei Wuxian remarks, looking at the little boy who says nothing and only clings tighter to Nie Huaisang. “Poor Xichen-da-ge, not a very pleasant moment of his life to be sent back to. Not that it must be nice for you either, Nie-xiong.”
“Don’t call me that, you’re too old to call me that!” Nie Huaisang complains. “I’m not an ancestor like you! You’re even older than my da-ge! And anyway, I don’t even know you! I can tell that’s Wangji-xiong when he’s old, but you’re not someone I know, so don’t act like we're friends!”
“Ah, right,” Wei Wuxian says, motioning at his face. “Funny story, that. Or not so funny actually, so let’s keep it for later. Well, Nie-gongzi then, do you have any idea what might have happened?”
“No. I told you, last I remember I was with my da-ge, and there was going to be a war, and I was scared because Jiang-xiong and Wei-xiong are dead, and da-ge too might die, and then I’d be sect leader and that’s awful! Then I went to bed, and I woke up in this house I don’t know, with jars of wine on the ground, and everything smelling weird. Like incense, but also not?”
That, at last, feels like a clue Wei Wuxian can use. It is rather odd for any alcohol to be present inside the Cloud Recesses. They do keep some around for high ranking guests, and of course he has his personal stash hidden inside the Jingshi, but usually that’s it. He’s certainly never heard of Lan Xichen drinking. And even if he were to indulge, why do it with Nie Huaisang of all people, who at this point is probably the closest thing to an enemy that Lan Xichen is ever going to get?
The incense thing is weird too. Some sects like to experiment with different types, but the Lan sect tends to favour sandalwood and doesn’t stray much from that. Nie Huaisang would know that, having studied there several years in a row, which is probably why that particular detail struck him, just as it strikes Wei Wuxian.
This whole situation really is odd, and Wei Wuxian hopes it can be solved quickly, because it won’t go unnoticed for long that the leaders of two great sects are suddenly unavailable at the same time.
#xisang#nie huaisang#lan xichen#xisangweek2021#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#jau writes#starting a little weak I fear but oh well orz#jau draws
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Follower Recs
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Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this blog, It's become one of three reasons why I haven't yet committed arson (I jest but the Feeling is true). [Hee, hee, hee.] I have a rec for you! It's called "wholesome life usurp immediately" by comfect on ao3 and it's. So good. It's unfinished but the author updates it literally every other day if not faster! It's a lovely fic, I hope you enjoy it. 🌻
Wholesome Life Usurp Immediately
by Comfect (T, 55k, yunmeng sibs, qingli, wangxian, WIP)
Summary: Wen Qing examines Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses and has a cure for her poor cultivation.
Now there are Three Prides of Yunmeng.
Everything kind of fixes itself from there.
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hello mojo!! I would really like to recommend standing still (but we keep going) by lwjromantics!! it's really good!!
standing still (but we keep going)
by lwjromantics (justfantaestic) (T, 5k, wangxian)
Summary: Lan Wangji supposed that if having to take care of little A-Yuan and Mo Xuanyu and having to look at the reminders of Wei Ying in their habits and mannerisms was punishment for his actions, he would willingly take it and flay his own back open.
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There are children in the Burial Mounds.
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hii mojo! I just read this cute fic and I loved it so I wanted to rec it :)
Word Up, Talk the Talk
by Larryissocute (G, 2k, wangxian)
Summary: It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.
Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.
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Hey! Love your account — and proud of you for taking the hiatus you needed. [Lol - it was really nice!] Idk if you take fic recommendations, but I'd love to rec Roots by ardenrabbit. Fantastic characterization, I really love it!
Roots
by ardenrabbit (E, 46k, wangxian, WIP)
Summary: After Wei Wuxian's duel with Jiang Cheng, he finds that stab wounds aren't so trivial when he doesn't have a core to heal them. He wakes to find Lan Zhan in the Burial Mounds with him, already beloved by the Wens and making himself at home. When Lan Zhan tells him that he wants to stay and offers more help than Wei Wuxian knows how to accept, he fears that it's only too good to be true.
Lan Wangji knows that Wei Ying is doing the right thing, and he couldn't live with himself if he let him do it alone. For everything Wei Ying has sacrificed, Lan Wangji is determined to give something back to him.
Hanguang-Jun has turned his back on the clans to join the Yiling Wens and their demonic cultivator leader, and every clan has a different opinion on the matter.
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Hello! I wanted to rec a fic on ao3 called "Restoration" by jelenedra. It's complete, an alternate universe of the sunshot campaign told nonlinearly. It has strong fairy tale and fae elements, with a touch of mystery. Bit of a fix it. Some delightful one liners, and the final ending imagery is just LOVELY. The fic deserves much more love. There's also some YilingWei, wwx not raised by Jiang, and sentient Burial Mounds elements. Enchanting read that keeps you enthralled and curious and intrigued.
Restoration
by jelenedra (M, 85k, wangxian)
Summary: They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers.
When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.
Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price.
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I usually read all your recommendations. Thanks for gathering all good recs of wangxian. I am in love with every single story your recommend especially the favorites. [I’m so glad!] I just wanted to suggest a fic i came across while searching for phoenix!wwx. Its a new story I think as author has published it today. The first chapter was very interesting that i thought ill recommend it you and know your opinion. The legendary phoenix and his dragon -Devipriya and Hidden Path to Love by ShadowTenshiV
Hidden Path to Love
by ShadowTenshiV (G, 78k, wangxian)
Summary: Wei Ying is a servant working at the Gusu Lan castle. One day he enters through a secret passage way connected to the library where he meets a Lan for the first time. He may have left quite an impression, gaining the other´s attention and slowly becoming friends. They would like to become something more, but a servant can´t be with a prince, but maybe his secret can change that.
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hello mojo! i was wondering if I could make a fic rec? it’s called “and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow” by izanyas. it used to be on ao3 but the author has since moved it to eir own website and has started posting updates there. i was wondering if this could also act as a signal boost bc some old readers on ao3 might not have known that it is now on another website. Author's been through a tough time so I think it deserves a lot more love.
For new readers, please mind the warnings in the prologue and the beginning of each chapter! it’s omegaverse and a very heavy read as it deals with (possible spoiler) off-screen rape that results in an unwanted pregnancy, as well as secondary gender oppression which runs deep, but for people who can bear it the writing, worldbuilding, and emotions are truly spectacular.
and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow
by izanyas (E, 270k, wangxian, WIP, link is to WordPress rather than AO3)
Summary: Cangse Sanren was the first of her kind to become a cultivator. Talented, passionate, free-spirited, she bested everything that ever came her way until the very end.
Jiang Fengmian refuses to see her son deprived of that same freedom.
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Hello Mojo! I dunno if this's been recced before, but here's another ficrec for you? It's complete, on ao3, "The Third Young Master of Qishan Wen" by KouriArashi. It's 'if wwx was raised by dafan wen, but gets recognized as 3rd heir due to his skill' scenario. Some really nice banter and characterization. Wwx and lz get together before the sunshot campaign. Story follows the live action but diverges into au, and does some cool callbacks to original canon. Love Meng Yao in this! [Oh, I know KouriArashi from my last fandom, I love her works!]
❤️The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen
by KouriArashi (T, 139k, wangxian, my post)
Summary: The fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Dafan Mountain Wens instead of the Yunmeng Jiang.
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Hi Mojo! I can count the number of times I’ve spoken on Tumblr on one hand (I’m shy heh) but I found this fic that I think you and others would really like? I’m a sucker for emotional hurt/comfort and this was just too sweet for me not to share (did I go through 20 pages of bookmarks just to make sure you don’t already have it? Maybe …) [Aww, you can do a sidebar search in the bookmarks for the author’s name. But I hope you found other good fics by carding through the whole catalog!] It’s “Close Your Soft Eyes” by timetoboldlygo! I also wanna say thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog! It’s a treasure beyond compare. :D [Thank you so much!]
Close Your Soft Eyes
by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, wangxian)
Summary: When Lan Wangji woke, the first thing he noticed was the slip of paper, folded and tucked between his index and middle fingers, not Wei Wuxian’s absence. His fingers trembled as he unfurled the paper. A donkey with a little smile beamed down at him.
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On the nights that Wei Wuxian was gone, Lan Wangji woke to gifts on his pillow.
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Hey Mojo! I love your blog it is beyond awesome! [Thank you!] I was wondering if you would consider reading JaenysBloodcourt series "A Bond to Takes us home"? The summary is weird but I like the fics and would love to hear your opinion on LWJ POV (it's part 2). Part one is Mingxian but part two (Wangxian) reads as a standalone for the most part. Anyways, thank you for all your hard work! <3 [I’ll put it on my list!]
A Bond to Take Us Home
by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 10k, mingxian - nmj/wwx, wangxian, series in progress)
Summary: Wei Wuxian has two soulmarks. He has two soulmates that seem to be the opposite of him. During his first life he meets both of them, loves only one and longs for the other. In his second life, the one he loved first is dead, and the one he pined after is pining after him.
These are the many tales of his soulmates and the raucous they made across the cultivation world.
Some are dark, some are light. Beware.
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I forgot to send this in for Mother's Day a few weeks ago, but have you read dragongirlG's "into the light of a dark black night"? It's a short canon divergence where Mama Lan escapes the Cloud Recesses after spending one last, heartbreaking night with her sons. It's so beautiful and bittersweet! [Oh, ouch. I just read this author’s time travelling juniors au, but hadn’t seen this one.]
into the light of a dark black night
by dragongirlG (T, 3k, Madam Lan & sons)
Summary: The night that Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, plans to escape from the Cloud Recesses, she runs into an unexpected complication.
That complication comes in the form of her younger son A-Zhan running up to her door and kneeling in front of it, hushed whimpers escaping from his throat.
Wu Yuhua knows it's not the full moon, knows that it's not the one day a month she's allowed to see her children—but like hell is she going to leave her six-year-old son out there trying to stifle sobs in the snow.
She opens the door. "A-Zhan," she says, bending down and reaching out a hand. "Come in, my sweet boy."
On a snowy night in the dead of winter, Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, unexpectedly spends one last night with her sons before escaping from the Cloud Recesses.
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Hello queen I’d like to recommend for ur follower rec posts Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi. Banger of an ATLA au, def the best one I’ve seen. It’s a WIP but the author updates pretty regularly and it’s all around an A+ fic [Oh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this one to finish before I jump in.]
Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender
by KouriArashi (T, 123k, wangxian, WIP)
Summary: You know the drill. Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
100 years later, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli find Wei Wuxian sealed in an iceberg.
Featuring: avatar WWX, waterbending JC, firebending Wens, airbending Lans, earthbending Nies and Jins, Jiang Yanli in possession of the brain cell, et cetera.
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[My ko-fi.]
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FANFICS!
Thought I'd make a post, basically just a list of links, for the Untamed - Mo dao zu shi fanfics I've read and enjoyed. I'll be adding to this post (and reblogging this) every once in a while, and will also add a link to this in my pinned post. I will also move the previously posted content behind a cut at every update, so this will not get horribly long.
So, without further ado and in no particular order, here we go!
*Update August 25th*
Tumblr told me this post has reached the allowed maximum length, so this will be continued in FANFICS! Part Two 🙂.
*Update August 6th*
A stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke
Wangxian, mature, words: 180 247, chapters: 24/24
arranged marriage, alternate universe - canon divergence
When the entire cultivation world turns against Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng comes up with a plan to save him and arranges a marriage between his brother and the Second Jade of Lan, Lan Wangji.
Nothing gold can stay by rikke
Wangxian, mature, words: 10 353, chapters: 1/1
alternate universe - canon divergence
Before Wen Chao can throw him into Yiling Burial Mounds, Lan Wangji finds Wei Wuxian.
Nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 31 083, chapters: 6/6
alternate universe - soulmates, soulmate-identifying marks, POV alternating, golden core reveal, depressed Wei Wuxian, PTSD, Jiang Cheng & Lan Wangji friendship, friendship may be too strong a word, more like allies who are gonna love the shit outta post-Burial-Mounds WWX whether he likes it or not, hurt/comfort, recovery
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian have both been told since childhood that if you are lucky enough to have a soulmate, a red string will appear on your wrist the day you meet them. This is common knowledge.
What nobody ever told them, likely because nobody knew, is that if your soulmate loses their golden core, you can feel it happening.
A shared plate by yukla
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 25 814, chapters: 6/6
post-canon, pining, getting together, a little bit epistolary, let Wei Ying heal agenda, food as a representation of love and belonging, tentative Yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation, oh god the yearning
"Through the window, boats drift in a mirror of the yawning sky, fringed with wide lotus leaves and the pale yellow blossoms that grow year-round. Geese call in the distance. And there again, drifting through the air—the scent of sesame shaobing, and hot dry noodles, and the sizzle-pop of frying oil. Like the heat-haze of summer, softened with time. Like the taste of home."
Or, four meals Wei Wuxian shares during his travels, and one he shares with his soulmate.
Then there's no one there by etymologyplayground
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 12 694, chapters 1/1
missing scene, hurt/comfort, talking, fluff and angst, unresolved romantic tension, heavier on the angst than it is on the fluff but it gets pretty dang tender, literal sleeping together, cuddling & snuggling
"Oh, and speaking of pretty boys," Nie Huaisang says, turning back to Wei Wuxian's unconscious form, "Don't get me started on poor Second Master Lan. He's pathetic without you, you should really see him. He's practically in tears without you here to flirt with him! He's mooning over your corpse like —"
"Nie Huaisang, that's enough," Lan Wangji snaps. He struggles with what to address first; the worst is that, "Wei Ying is not a corpse. Don't say such things."
"Sorry," Nie Huaisang says. "But sitting there silently and willing him to wake up isn't going to help, Hanguang-Jun. You want him to wake up, right? Then tell him why!" He whacks Lan Wangji's shoulder lightly with his fan.
Or, Wei Wuxian is unconscious for three days after the fall of Qishan Wen. His friends worry themselves sick.
Night breezes seem to whisper by cqlorphan
Wangxian, explicit, words: 16 706, chapters: 2/2
dom/sub undertones, sex curse, fuck or die, case fic, getting together, under-negotiated kink, but like. for reasons, love confessions, fluff and smut, post-canon, mutual pining, hurt/comfort
"All the hair on the back of Lan Wangji’s neck stands straight. He finds himself pressed between the trunk of the tree at his front, and Wei Wuxian at his back. Wei Wuxian has a firm grip on the wrist which carries Bichen, and on his left upper arm. It feels... proprietary. Suddenly, and entirely inappropriately, a very old, very shameful memory surfaces, of a long-ago dream from which he had woken sweaty and shaking. The place on his chest where the resentment pierced him begins to throb painfully. Wei Wuxian breathes heavily against his ear for half a moment longer, and Lan Wangji feels himself flush."
Or; reuniting with Wei Wuxian after their year apart is complicated by a mysterious and deadly curse.
And his wanting grows teeth by yukla
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 25 398, chapters: 1/1
AU in canon setting, LWJ is a traveling cultivator, WWX is the adopted son of a village chief, angst, pining, the smallest bit of mystery, typical jiang family dynamics, warmth and belonging and the conflict between duty and desire, slight elements of horror
"I travel so I may do my duty as a cultivator. Not in order to make acquaintances.”
Wei Wuxian huffs in amusement. “Ehhh, Lan-daozhang, no way. I would’ve thought that a friendly guy like you would have friends in every region!”
Lan Wangji’s jaw clenches.
Or; in the dead of winter, traveling cultivator Lan Wangji gets snowed in at a remote mountain village, falls in love with the chief’s adopted son, and stumbles upon a dark secret that is decades in the making.
Fanart that made me read this fic.
*Update July 29th*
Beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane)
Wangxian, explicit, words: 12 551, chapters: 1/1
post-canon, canon compliant, getting together, confessions, curses, embarrassment, vulnerability, Lan Zhan is hopelessly in love, dirty talk, hand jobs, angst and fluff and smut, honesty, communication
While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud.
Crack me open, pour you out by Tenillypo
Wangxian, explicit, words: 16 405, chapters: 3/3
post-canon, chief cultivator Lan Wangji, cursed Lan Wangji, protective Wei Wuxian, oblivious Wei Wuxian, misunderstandings, mutual pining, love confessions, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, porn with feelings, cultivation discussion conferences
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying says carefully, "do you truly not know you have been speaking?"
Lan Wangji claps a hand to his mouth and, to his horror, feels his mouth opening to answer despite having no intention to do so. Clamping it shut again takes a great effort."
Or, the one where Lan Wangji can't stop talking, and a mild amount of chaos ensues.
Twelve moons and a fortnight by stiltonbasket
Wangxian & basically the whole gang, general, words: 290 322: chapters: 51/51
humor, post-canon fix-it, long-distance relationship, epistolary, love letters, family feels, ft. the yunmeng bros being bros, and the junior ducklings being precious, teenage romance, adoption, parenthood, politics, case fic, plot, fluff and angst, gratuitious social reform, as expected when wwx is left in charge of a government without supervision, junmeng jiang sect, sect leader wei wuxian, slow burn, the burn is very fast actually wwx is just clueless, worldbuilding, weddings
"Let me get this straight. You really want me to stand in for you while you help Jin Ling settle in at Koi Tower?"
"Who else do I have?" Jiang Cheng returns. "Father trained you to serve as my deputy, didn't he? And don't say you don't remember, or I'll break your legs."
"Well, yes," Wei Wuxian manages. "Uh. I'll just let Lan Zhan know I'll be at Lotus Pier until you're back at home, then."
Or, 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.
Far away you are by cqlorphan
Wangxian, explicit, words: 17 358, chapters: 4/4
post-canon, getting together, misunderstandings, cleared up by juniors ensemble, fluff and smut, explicit consent, blow jobs, anal fingering, multiple orgasms, with a little angst. as a treat
"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.
The kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser
Wangxian, mature, words: 38 754: chapters: 1/1
alternate universe - canon divergence, set after the yiling date, sick child
When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn't have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help.
Not yet (there as needed) by sunrise_and_death
Wangxian & Lan Sizhui & Jin Ling, teen and up, words: 13 194, chapters: 1/1
post-canon, juniors, family feels, family bonding, yearning, Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui figuring out wtf their relationship is, dramatic revelations, Jin Ling being the contrary lil bean he is, all the juniors thinking Wei Wuxian is the greatest thing to ever happen to them
"As always, he arrives with no forewarning. One second, Lan Sizhui and the others are struggling against the hordes of resentful spirits created by some villagers’ accidental disruption of an ancient burial ground—far more spirits than had been initially reported, far more than they had been prepared for—and the next, he’s there, striding fearlessly into the mix, the sound of Chenqing piercing the air.
Or: A meditation on family and the merits of communication, courtesy of Lan Sizhui.
*Update July 24th*
Look not with the eyes by Spodumene
Wangxian, general, words: 28 193, chapters: 1/1
case fic, attempt at humor, fluff and humor, love confessions, idiots in love, there was only one bed, post-canon, canon-typical violence, original character death(s)
Wei Wuxian returns from his travels to join Lan Wangji on a routine night hunt, but when things take an unexpected turn, Wei Wuxian will have to fight for what he's really looking for.
蓝色生死恋 A blue love (to live and to die for) by yiqie
Wangxian, mature, words: 24 898, chapters: 1/1
graphic depictions of violence, post-canon, wedding fic, psychological trauma, empathy, Wangxian are engaged yet somehow still yearning: it's more likely than you think
"Wei Wuxian separates his life, without noticing, into three chapters. Some days, they’re hard to look at, hard to read, harder to know he wrote all of them himself. Some of the words are in blood."
Postcanon cql+novel verse where lwj and wwx conduct empathy so lwj can see the good, the bad, and the ugly of wwx’s descent arc as yiling laozu.
Bailuobo by PhoenixRisesOnceMore
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 1 670, chapters: 1/1
post-canon, the Cloud Recesses rabbits, Wei Wuxian’s emotional baggage, canon compliant, established relationship, grief/mourning, post-canon life in the Cloud Recesses, the effects of replacing your golden core with the resentment of the dead, rabbit funerals, best boy Sizhui, animal death
"There is a thing that lurks at the corner of his mind, disturbing the flow of his thought; it is something that he is certain he used to be able to avoid, leaving him forgetful and free. When life came to find him again he thought death might have freed him of it for good. But that wasn’t true. And today, for whatever reason, it has punched its way into the world and taken the form of a white rabbit with a black splotch on its face."
In the Cloud Recesses after the events of canon, Wei Wuxian finds himself confronting life, death, grief, and regret at an impromptu rabbit funeral.
Song by WithBroomBefore
My earlier post on this fic.
Part 1 of The Quartet
WWX & LWJ & JC & JZX, Wangxian, teen and up, words: 41 215, chapters: 14/14
alternate universe - canon divergence, friends to lovers, first kiss, Wei Wuxian's canonical comfort with the prospect of his own death, hurt/comfort, Jin Zixuan makes friends, canon-typical violence, temporary major character death, Jiang Cheng keeps his golden core, fix-it, minor character death, murder road trip, implied sexual content, platonic group soulbonding, Sunshot Campaign, telepathy, found family, minor Jiang Yanlí/Wen Qíng, nonbinary Nie Huaisang
"Wei Wuxian almost does not catch the name of the song."
In which the aftermath of the cave battle involves just enough communication to make a difference.
Harmony by WithBroomBefore
Part 2 of The Quartet
WWX & LWJ & JC & JZX, background Wangxian, teen and up, words: 27 753, chapters: 9/9
Sunshot Campaign, alternate universe - canon divergence, platonic group soulbond, canon-typical violence, extremely temporary major character death, minor character death, siblings, sworn brothers, family, fix-it, murder road-trip part 2, aroace Jin Zǐxuan, nonbinary Nie Huaisang, everyone/therapy, minor Jiang Yanlí/Wen Qíng, background Lan Xichen/Meng Yao, background Jiang Cheng/Nie Mingjue
The soulbonded team of Jin Zixuan, Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian, and Lan Wangji return to Qishan to finish the Sunshot Campaign.
Direct sequel to Song.
*Posted July 23rd*
爱不释手 Never let me go by yigie
Wangxian, explicit, words: 68 713, chapters: 1/1
graphic depictions of violence, the Junior quartet, all the clan leaders, literally so many OCs, case fic, blood and injury, demons, body horror, mystery, the intrinsic horniness of wound tending, yearning, wangxian get-together, cql post-canon
"Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped."
To arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag
Wangxian, explicit, words: 34 900, chapters: 24/24
angst with a happy ending, soulmates, chronic illness, not actually unrequited love, hanahaki disease, but as a curse, Lan Wangji says fuck, feelings realization, obsession with interior design, fluff and smut, family angst, Lan Xichen says fuck, wedding, Lan Qiren was in love once too, sect politics
"Lan WangJi is not sure he can bear meeting with a matchmaker yet again, but at the same time, if he wasn’t going to care deeply about the person he was going to marry, he could just as well have settled for Wei Wuxian six years ago ."
or, Lan WangJi goes to a Discussion Conference and his soulmate is there. His soulmate, whom he doesn't love.
The vermillion ribbon by Unforth
My earlier post on this fic.
Wangxian, explicit, words: 233 368, chapters: 50/50
graphic depictions of violence, alternate canon, Wen Clan Wei Wuxian, minor character death, off-screen torture, implied/referenced rape/non-con (not between LWJ and WWX), politics, Sunshot Campaign, slow burn, protective Wen Qíng, enemies to friends to lovers, marriage of convenience, hurt/comfort, love letters, mutual pining, panic attacs, PTSD, aftermath of torture, suicidal thoughts, miscommunication, blow jobs, anal sex, loss of virginity, light bondage, mildly dubious consent, angst with a happy ending, background Jiang Cheng/Wen Qíng, background Nie Huaisang/Wen Níng, background Jiang Yanlí/Jin Zixuan, background Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen
When Wen Chao and his entourage arrived in Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji saw that all the things he'd been told about the arrogance of the Wen clan were true. Wen Qing was aloof, Wen Ning was distant, and Wei Wuxian?
Disrespectful, cocky, self-centered Wei Wuxian was the worst.
Lead me on through by mrsronweasley
Wangxian, explicit, words: 54 673, chapters 4/4
alternate universe, arranged marriage, practice kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, questionable choices, they're dumb but cute
"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.
"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.
"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."
And I will go this way by detention_notes
Wangxian, teen and up, words: 24 552, chapters: 10/10
romance, feelings realization, love letters, epistolary, mutual pining, slow burn, drunken flirting, implied sexual content, fluff and humor, marriage
"Ah, what else to say...this will be a quick letter, as I want to send it off before I head out in the morning. Of course there’s too much to express—especially when I lack the gorgeous poetry of your voice, which you’ll be pleased to know has prevented my peaceful rest on many a night. It is wrong enough that you lay beyond the edge of the clouds, and I lay alone under feverish rain. I can only hope that I also disrupt your evenings, else life would be far too unfair.
Your Wei Ying "
Between parting and reuniting on a mountainside, wei ying and lan zhan exchange love letters.
Loyaulte me lie by Justkeeptrekkin
Xiyao, explicit, words: 72 246, chapters: 6/6
slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, alternate universe - canon divergence, canonically awful JGS, Meng Yao makes friends, smut, offscreen Wangxian
Meng Yao arrives at the Cloud Recesses as Nie-gongzi's attendant. Zewu-Jun allows him to stay for the lectures. There's something about this place, and the man who rules it, that triggers an irrevocable change in him.
And so, Meng Yao sees two paths unfold before him: one that leads him towards power, and one that leads him somewhere completely different.
All the depths of me, real by northofallmusic (tofsla)
Part 1 of All the depths of us
Wangxian, explicit, words: 15 508, chapters: 1/1
alternate universe - canon divergence, CQL ep 35-40, getting together, rough sex, tender sex, canon-typical lack of self-preservation
Wei Wuxian is dealing with a curse a little worse than he'd like to let on, and Lan Zhan is a little less than willing to let it slide.
Balancing acts by northofallmusic (tofsla)
Part 2 of All the depths of us
Wangxian, mature, words: 646, chapters: 1/1
pre-relationship, alternate POV, unresolved sexual tension, misunderstandings, Lan Wangji's lingering fear of his own desires
Wei Ying does not know that Lan Wangji is insatiable.
Alternate POV on a failed seduction attempt from "all the depths of me, real"
Hunters seeking solid ground by Attila
Wangxian, explicit, words: 23 633, chapters 1/1
canon compliant, discussion of canon character death, hurt/comfort, nightmares, bed sharing, yearning, getting together
“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”
#mdzs fanfic#cql fanfic#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#wangxian fanfic#xiyao fanfic#resources#mine#reblogs of this post are always tagged as#update reblog!
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AU where all four sects take turns hosting the next generation of guest disciples, as they all have valuable things to teach - and they all start at Lotus Pier. Aka Lan Wangji being the visiting disciple in a place with entirely different rules and norms than he's used to. (Swimming lessons would be a bonus?)
Cloud Recesses, Gusu, age 15
“You don’t think they’re really going to make us wake up at mao hour?” Wei Wuxian whined. “Or sleep by the end of xu hour?”
“They’re not going to make us do anything,” Jiang Cheng groaned. “It’s just that activities will be ongoing when they’re awake, so if you miss them all by sleeping until si hour, that’s your problem. It’s not like we made them do anything when they were back at the Lotus Pier…”
“What are you talking about?” Nie Huaisang wanted to know. “You all most certainly made poor Lan-xiong stay up past his bedtime when he was visiting the Lotus Pier – and the same for the rest of us, too!”
Wei Wuxian, who had led most of the forcing-to-stay-up-late nonsense, coughed. “Yes, well…speaking of Lan Zhan, do you think he’ll be happy to see me?”
“No,” both Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang chorused.
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Lotus Pier, Yunmeng, age 9
“You’re all going to have to do everything I say,” Wei Wuxian boasted, sticking his thumb back at himself. “Because I’m a Jiang disciple and you’re not.”
“That’s not how it works!” Jiang Cheng hissed, batting at him. “That’s not how it works at all, just stop talking –”
“Nice to meet you, Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said happily. “Please take good care of me.”
“Nooooo, now you’re encouraging him…!”
“Who’s that?” Wei Wuxian said suddenly, eyes wide, and he pointed at a small boy in white jumping down from the sword of the adult he’d been flying with – gracefully descending from the sky, his white robes all fluttering around him, he looked like a beautiful crane diving down to catch a fish.
“Oh, that’s the Second Young Master Lan – he’s going to be part of our group,” Nie Huaisang said. “You think he’s fancy, wait until you see Young Master Jin, all covered in gold –”
“I’m going to say hello!” Wei Wuxian said, and rushed over.
“Well, that’s going to be a disaster,” Jiang Cheng said with a sigh, then looked at Nie Huaisang with a suspicious expression. “How good at you at swimming?”
“Uh. Outside a bathtub?”
“Good,” Jiang Cheng said, satisfied that unlike Wei Wuxian, these new visitors would not be inexplicitly excellent at all things – moving through water like a fish, taking to archery as if he’d always known it, even advancing his cultivation so quickly that he’d become equal to or even better than Jiang Cheng in the few months he’d been at the Lotus Pier. “I’ll teach you. Well, all of you, I guess. You can’t be at the Lotus Pier and not know how to swim.”
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Unclean Realm, Qinghe, age 11
“I’ve put you two in this room,” Nie Huaisang said proudly. “It’s nice and big, with a good window, and it’s the furthest away from where I’ve put the Lan disciples.”
Wei Wuxian pouted. “They can’t still be mad about what happened last time?”
“They’re going to be mad forever,” Jiang Cheng said. “You tied up Lan-xiong with his own forehead ribbon! And you told him it was Yunmeng sect rules! We don’t even have sect rules in Yumeng!”
“I was only kidding…”
“Look on the bright side,” Nie Huaisang said hastily. “We don’t have a lot of rules at Qinghe, either – we have principles that everyone’s supposed to keep up with. As long as you can justify yourself as having intended to do the right thing, you’ll get listened to – though what actually results matters just as much, I guess. But there’s no rules against fighting!”
Two small eyes fixed on him at once.
“What do you mean, no rules against fighting?” Jiang Cheng asked, suspicious.
“Well, you’re supposed to challenge people properly, but as long as you tell them in advance that you’re going to start a fight with them and give them a little time to adjust, fighting is generally allowed,” Nie Huaisang said. “So if you want to start trouble with Jin Zixuan this time, you don’t have to pretend like you’re not starting trouble.”
“Really?”
“We’re very straightforward here in Qinghe.”
“I’m going to go punch him until shijie doesn’t like him any more,” Jiang Cheng said, sounding very pleased with the idea. “What do you think, Wei Wuxian? Wei Wuxian!”
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just wondering where Lan Zhan was, since he’s not on the training field.”
“Maybe he went hunting in the forest? As long as you stay inside the boundaries, you can do that whenever you like, too. Same with the caves –”
“Caves? You have caves? And we can explore them?”
“It’s not really exploring, you have to stay in the marked boundaries – ”
“It’s exploring when you go past them! I’m going to go see if Lan Zhan wants to explore them with me!”
“Leave him alone! Wasn’t it bad enough that you got him involved in stealing those lotus seeds last time? Now you want to go trespass past the boundaries and probably get lost –”
“We’re not going to get lost!”
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Koi Tower, Lanling, age 13
“– and you’ve all been given maps to make sure none of you get lost,” Jin Zixuan concluded his introduction. “Unlike last time.”
“We didn’t get lost,” Wei Wuxian mumbled. “It was a camping trip. It just went a little longer than expected, that’s all.”
“There had to be a search party,” Jiang Cheng hissed at him. “Shut up.”
“I’m telling you, that wasn’t a real search party. Or, well, it was more party and less search –”
“Anyway, you’re all here at Lanling to learn from our Jin sect. Our values –”
“Being rich is a value?” Wei Wuxian wondered.
Jiang Cheng elbowed him, but Nie Huaisang giggled.
“– our traditions –”
“Being rich is a tradition?”
“– and history – ”
“Being rich is a – ow! Stop hitting me!”
“Then shut up!” Jin Zixuan snapped. “I didn’t say mean things about your Jiang sect when I was visiting!”
“You said so many mean things,” Nie Huaisang said.
“I – uh – ”
“It’s okay,” Jiang Cheng said, a little grudgingly. “You can still hang out with us instead of Wen Chao or your awful cousin.”
Jin Zixuan looked deeply relieved.
“I still can’t believe your dad invited them, anyway,” Wei Wuxian said. “They’re not even really our age.”
“So what is there to do here?” Nie Huaisang asked, changing the subject. “I heard there’s really good shopping.”
“Oh, definitely,” Jin Zixuan said. “You can buy anything you want, no limits.”
“No limits? Not even…?”
“We’re thirteen; we’re practically adults,” Jin Zixuan said. “We can buy anything.”
“Great,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “Now that you’ve said that, I would bet money that Wei Wuxian is going to buy someone a prostitute.”
“Why say someone?” Nie Huaisang said with a giggle. “He’s going to buy one for Lan-xiong –”
“I am not!”
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Cloud Recesses, Gusu, age 15
“I’ll have you know that Lan Zhan and I have a very good relationship,” Wei Wuxian said. “Formed from many years of friendship.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not called friendship,” Jiang Cheng said. “More like…uh…Nie Huaisang, help me out here.”
“My brother says it’s flirting,” Nie Huaisang volunteered.
“Not that!” Jiang Cheng hissed even as Wei Wuxian turned red and started spluttering. “That is not what I meant!”
“Are you sure?” Nie Huaisang asked. “I’m just saying, because in the books –”
“The erotic art collection you started in Lanling is going to be the death of us all one day.”
“Say one more bad thing and I won’t let you borrow anything more.”
Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and shut up, his own cheeks red as well. “I was just saying –” he mumbled, and then Wei Wuxian interrupted, jumping up and down and waving his hands.
“Do you think Lan Zhan thinks I’ve been flirting with him?” he demanded. “Do you? And if he does - what does he think about me?”
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not enough 4
The war continues.
Battles are won, and Wei Wuxian continues to use his new, strange method of cultivation.
It’s even more terrifying now that he’s witnessed it, and stories spread of the Yunmeng Jiang’s first disciple and his fearsome abilities.
“That orphan you brought in has proved himself rather useful,” Jin Guangshan says to him, knocking his shoulder against his good naturedly.
The words are friendly and there is no malice in his voice, but Jiang Fengmian can’t help but hear the threat in his words. Several of Jin Gaungshan’s men had perished today – too foolish to abide by Wei Wuxian’s warning to stay far away.
“I –“ he starts, but Jin Guangshan cuts him off with a shake of his hand.
“Do not worry about my men,” Jin Guangshan says hurriedly, “It is their fault for not following orders.”
Jiang Fengmian closes his mouth. He trusts his friend, he does, but he also… Knows him.
Jin Guangshan has never taken to losing. Whether it be money, soldiers, or women.
“But that talisman of his,” Jin Guangshan says, “It is a great power… I wonder if it should be entrusted to such a young boy…”
“It’s his invention,” Jiang Fengmian says sharply. “His.”
“Of course, of course,” Jin Guangshan replies quickly, putting his hands up in platitude.
Jiang Fengmian takes a breath. His friend’s worries are not… entirely unfounded.
“I will keep a close eye on him,” he says softly, “You need not worry old friend.”
Jin Guangshan pats him on his back. “Of course, old friend,” he replies, “Of course.”
---
Everything comes to a head at Nightless City.
Nie Mingjue’s streak of good fortune seemingly comes to an end and it is reported that he has been captured and taken to Nightless City.
All able-bodied cultivators march to Nightless City.
The battles have gone on long enough.
The war must be concluded.
Jiang Fengmian marches with his wife, his son, and Wei Wuxian. Only one person short of his entire sect.
“Where is your sword?” his wife asks sharply, looking pointedly at Wei Wuxian’s bereft hip.
“Oh,” Wei Wuxian remarks, looking down, “I must have forgotten it in my room.”
Jiang Cheng snorts and rolls his eyes. “We’re going to battle, you idiot,” he says, “Try to be more focused.”
Wei Wuxian sticks his tongue out at him.
He looks… happy, to Jiang Fengmian’s relief. He’s still as thin as he was when he first came back, but the darkness under his eyes is gone and that awful, hungry look on his face is all but disappeared.
“Whatever method you use to kill the Wen-dogs is up to you,” his wife says, “but it is not proper for a cultivator not to have his sword.”
“My apologies, Yu-Furan,” Wei Wuxian says with a slight bow of his head, “I will be more careful in the future.”
Jiang Fengmian pulls Wei Wuxian slightly towards him.
“A-Xian,” he says and trails off. His eyes search Wei Wuxian’s face as he tries to find the words for what he wants to say.
Wei Wuxian stares back at him for a long second before he smiles. “Don’t worry, Uncle,” he says, “I will protect A-Cheng.” And with that he slips away from Jiang Fengmian and runs back to Jiang Cheng’s side.
“That’s not it,” Jiang Fengmian whispers to himself, his heart hanging heavy in his chest as he watches Wei Wuxian walk just a half-step behind Jiang Cheng.
This is his fault too, he realizes.
That boy, that poor, poor boy.
Maybe Jiang Fengmian is cursed to only make the same mistakes again and again.
I thought you knew, Jiang Fengmian thinks despondently.
I thought you knew.
---
War ends as quietly as it started.
Jin Guangshan’s bastard son drags Wen Ruohan’s body to the top of the steps, showing their victory to the world.
The city explodes in cheers, swords thrust into the sky to celebrate their victory.
Jiang Fengmian, feels strangely cold at the celebration.
He thinks of his disciples – the ones now buried in Yunmeng. The ones who died trying to defend their home.
He thinks of Wei Wuxian. The lonely, dark look in his eyes. The way his smile is somehow… darker than it was before this silly war. The way that he seems so distant at times, as if only a part of him returned.
All this loss because of one man.
Everyone cheers around him, but Jiang Fengmian can’t help but be reminded of what he first learned about war.
There are no winners.
---
The war ends.
Swords are sheathed. Bodies are buried and banquets are had.
Jiang Fengmian returns to Lotus Pier with his family and focuses on rebuilding. He’s lucky, he knows.
Wei Wuxian’s fame brings dozens of eager young disciples to their door. They want to train with the famed warrior who brought down hundreds of Wen soldiers by himself.
Wei Wuxian takes this all in good-stride. “The stories about me are too grand, uncle,” he complains, “These new disciples can only be disappointed.”
“It’s your fault,” Jiang Cheng says, kicking at Wei Wuxian. “Your fault for being so goddamn flashy.”
Wei Wuxian pouts childishly and scoots away from Jiang Cheng.
“You won’t disappoint them,” Jiang Fengmian says, and it’s true. Wei Wuxian won’t disappoint them. He smiles and laughs and jokes like his mother, but he’s always been honest and diligent and… good. Like his…
Wei Wuxian glances at Jiang Fengmian for a split second before looking down to the floor in embarrassment.
He looks so much like his father then that Jiang Fengmian almost wants to reach out and touch him.
But he doesn’t, because he knows.
And he doesn’t want to be disappointed.
---
Life seems to become stranger after the war ends.
Jin Guangshan begins to ask more and more about Wei Wuxian’s talisman and Jin Guangshan’s open interest beings to pique the interest of other clan leaders.
“He’s so young,” they say, “is it right for him to have all that power?”
“The Yunmeng Jiang Sect is unrivaled,” they whisper, jealousy apparent in their voice. “They’ve already rebuilt to greater numbers than before the war started. The rest of us have barely got our bearings.”
Jiang Fengmian tries his best to ignore it.
His wife seems to have an easier time with it. If anything, she seems to relish in the jealousy. She easily shuts down Jin Guangshan’s concerns and all whispered remarks are hushed with one sharp look from her.
She doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, but Jiang Fengmian can feel that this delicate peace is hanging on by a thing strand.
“It’s that bastard son of his,” she snarls when they return to Lotus Pier. “That sly fox is undoubtedly poisoning his father’s brain.”
“Jin Guangyao?” Jiang Fengmian asks in surprise. “He’s a good boy. He serves his father honorably.”
His wife snorts at his words. “You’re a fool if you cannot see him for the snake he is.”
Jiang Fengmian sighs a little. “Perhaps he is a snake as you say, but Jin Guangshan’s concerns are not unfounded. Even Grandmaster Lan has spoken to me of his concerns about Wei Wuxian’s method of cultivation.”
His wife turns her head and waves at his words with an unconcerned hand. “They are only worried because his power is not theirs,” she says dismissively.
“You said it yourself,” Jiang Fengmian argues, “You yourself said that Hanguang-jun’s concerns are not unfounded.”
“I also said that we would handle his concerns ourselves!” she snaps, “Is he not your beloved first disciple? Why are you so eager to hand him off to some other?”
Her words silence him for a long while.
“I’m not trying to hand him off to anyone,” he says finally, feeling tired and bruised. He doesn’t want to admit it but maybe his wife’s words hit too close to home. “I’m just… worried.”
His wife snorts disdainfully. “Worry more about those who want to take his power away from us, you old fool.” She stands then and moves to walk out of the room. “Don’t you understand that we’re still at war?”
With that she leaves him in the room alone.
Still at war.
Maybe she’s right, but Jiang Fengmian doesn’t know who the enemy is anymore.
Either way, the truth stays the same.
He’s not built for war
and
War suits her.
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Soooo, since everyone is orphan aside from WWX, how little Jin Zixuan and Meng Yao are doing? (hm, maybe evil criminal/mastermind LXC meets young charming man who runs a brothel (and is very kind and protective of his workers and sometimes gets in trouble because of this) and his regular client who may or may not be one of Nies - LXC isn't sure yet.)
Remember the Lan Brothers are Not Good in this Au.
[1-3]
[4]
Lan Xichen was the most beautiful, compelling man Meng Yao had ever met. Though, growing up in a Buddhist temple studying and transcribing holy texts, it’s not as if he had occasion to meet many men.
Yet when they’re like this, pressed together, flesh on flesh, Lan Xichen’s large hand around his little neck, his baritone voice whispering spells and curses into skin, Meng Yao could not find an inch within himself to feel ashamed.
"A-Yao, dear A-Yao, clever A-Yao, you deserve Lanling Jin's recognition. Your father should pay for what he did. Your quick mind, your gentle heart - you deserve to rule. Let me help you, I can give you the world."
Meng Yao knew those were not words he should take to heart, but with Lan Xichen buried so deep, he couldn’t think, could barely breath. Thus, he tilted back his head, allowing it to rest against his lover’s broad shoulder, and gave in to the temptation of temporary self-delusion.
Meng Shi died at childbirth, and without his mother’s influence Meng Yao never found out who he was until much, much later. The madam of the brothel wanted to sell Meng Shi’s newborn baby, but Sisi managed to convince the madam to leave the child at a local Buddhist temple. Meng Yao was taken in by the abbot and raised chaste and good. It was not until an incident with bandits that brought Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue - then still Nie-da-gongzi - into each other’s paths.
[5]
“You’ve gone far enough, Lan Xichen. Surrender yourself. You will not escape tonight.”
Lan Xichen smirked, slowly unsheathing Shuoyue, its blade like silver in the moonlight. “Nie-gongzi, I presume.”
“That’s Nie-zongzhu to you, and you will show respect!” Hollered a Nie disciple of little to no importance, at least not to Lan Xichen.
“Ah. Yes,” he replied, conceding to little halfhearted bow, more mockery than true deference. “Apologies. A dreadful business — what happened with your father.”
Nie Mingjue clutched Baxia, shaking with fury. “How dare you speak of my father! After what you did!”
“What I did?” Lan Xichen laughed. “The man died of a qi deviation; is Qinghe Nie going to parade around blaming innocents for the faults in your own defective cultivation? Where is the dignity or honour in that?”
“He died in pursuit of you, to bring you and your wretched brother to justice.”
The smile vanished instantaneously from Lan Xichen’s ethereal face, and a sheet of ice froze over his already stone cold eyes.
“His death is none of my business. I will not stand to be accused of what I did not do.”
Nie Mingjue, ranked number two in cultivation amongst the young masters in their generation, has never lost a fight. Not to anyone.
That was about to change.
Shuoyue hummed in Lan Xichen’s hands, its excitement to taste blood again singing the air. Lan Xichen supposed he could just melt their cores and be done with it, but then...where would be the fun in that?
[6]
Madam Jin died not too many years after Yu Ziyuan, for reasons not entirely clear. It was said she fell ill and never recovered. Jin Guangshan then married himself several young, curvaceous concubines, and Jin Zixuan, though the oldest, soon lost his single-child status. Everyone knew that in a harem, a child without a mother was a lamb left to slaughter...
“Jiang-xiong! Wei-xiong!”
Jiang Cheng looked to the direction of that familiar voice. He reached out his hand to wave, but paused when he remembered himself and where he was. He was twelve now, no longer a kid, and this was his first real attendance at a discussion conference (his falling asleep last year had been highly embarrassing). For Yunmeng Jiang’s sake, he must act accordingly.
Still, he couldn’t help but sneak a look towards Wei Changze to seek permission with his puppy dog eyes. “Please, shishu? Just a little while?”
Wei Changze sighed, helpless. “Alright. But remember yourselves. A-Ying, make sure Sect Master is well protected.”
Wei Wuxian bowed, “yes Father.”
“Jin-xiong!” The Jiangs boys ran off towards the older Jin boy.
“I’m so glad you came!’ Jin Zixuan gushed. “It’s been so long, why didn’t you come visit me sooner?”
“Is your brothers being awful again?”
“And sisters. Everyone is awful he -” Jin Zixuan cut himself short, his attention momentarily transfixed by a figure in the distance. “Who’s that?”
Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian glanced over their shoulders, following the direction of their friend’s gaze. “Oh,” shrugged Jiang Cheng. “That’s my sister.”
Standing dutifully beside Cangse Sanren, fifteen-year-old Jiang Yanli was a cutting figure in white and grey amongst the pink poenies of Lanling’s manicured garden. Her sword Wuyun at her side and long raven hair neatly braided into a thick rope, she was unlike any girl or lady of Lanling’s court.
“I ...I thought she wasn’t a cultivator.”
Wei Wuxian threw an arm around Jin Zixuan’s shoulder. “Ah, that was before. A-Niang said her health was poor, so she and shijie left Lotus Pier for quite a few years to seek guide Baoshan Sanren’s temple. Now shijie is all better and has been admitted under my mother as her sole disciple.”
Seemingly sensing the topic of their conversation, Jiang Yanli glanced suddenly in their direction. The small gentle smile she sent their way brought a blooming blush high up on Jin Zixuan’s cheeks.
“Oh, immortals! Zixuan, stop that! That’s my sister!”
#cql#xiyao#the untamed#lan xichen#jin zixuan#cql ficlet#corie fics#Anonymous#corie replies#carbon in the steel
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Okay when I was watching some of the MDZS donghua the first time around I recorded my reactions in my notes app, and parts of this are honestly hilarious (sorry this got long, there was a lot):
'Sizhui and Jingyi are cute as fuck with their lil emo fringes and trailing after Hanguang-Jun'
'Jin Ling is a small golden puffball of righteous fury'
'Jiang Cheng's voice is so deep, holy shit. Also, his hair has little braids in it? I am apparently a slight simp for Jiang Cheng in all adaptations'
'Lan Wangji's shoulders are really really wide. I guess I get why Wei Wuxian wanted Wangji to step on him 24/7'
'The Wrist Grab™ at the end of episode 2 feels a lot more like a sex thing in this'
'I think I like CQL Zidian better but animated Jiang Cheng with this Zidian sure is... Huh. Something. I am looking with utmost respect'
'Wei Wuxian was a monster, but he has good taste'
'Jin Guangshan looks like a smug bastard. Go away you fucking slut'
'It's the Rooftop Scene and Wei Wuxian throws his head back to drink the Emperor's Smile, so you can see his throat in the moonlight and you can pinpoint the exact moment Wangji Gay Panics and then decides threatening him with a sword is the best coping mechanism'
'Lan Qiren: I'm reading out the rules one at a time because no one else does'
'it's so cool to actually see them fly on their swords instead of whatever they were forced to do with the ten dollars CQL had on their budget for cgi'
'Huaisang calls Xichen 'Xichen-gege'? I'm sorry? I'm pretty sure the only context he could respectfully call him that is when Mingjue and Xichen are sworn brothers, but that hasn't happened yet. Huaisang???? Wait what am I thinking, of course he's got the hots for Zewu-Jun. So does literally everyone else'
'HOLY SHIT THE COLD SPRING SCENE. The creators got away with having both of them naked in there together? And Wangji is clearly going Through it as a repressed gay having an Awakening. His voice is so strained when Wei Wuxian walks closer to him oh my god someone get him help'
'So Wei Wuxian actually touches him at the part where he's talking about the girls in Yunmeng in a flirty voice? They're not wearing any clothes??? 'most censored adaptation' my ass, whoever made this Donghua is doing a fantastic job'
'Wangji stepped out of the cold spring to demand that Wei Ying give him back his clothes, and I guess technically he was wearing his underthings but they were white and he was just in the water so really, Wei Ying has probably known exactly how big Wangji's dick is and what it looks like since they were around sixteen'
'Wangji is actually running. Unprecedented'
'Yu Ziyuan has purple eyes and honestly she's kinda hot but man somehow she pisses me off even more'
'Wei Wuxian: "Am I really that good-looking? Enough to scare [Wen Ning] away?" Honey you don't even know, the poor boy was in love with you from this moment on'
'Wen Ruohan: *approaches*. Nie Mingjue: *chugs wine*. Same'
'Wei Ying tried to adjust Wangji's headband because it was crooked, but when he touched it Wangji Repressed Gay Clenched so hard he snapped his bow'
'Jin Guangshan, Jiang Fengmian, Nie Mingjue and Lan Qiren all sitting together and judging Wen Ruohan is the best thing'
'Su She is fucking useless, just die already'
'Jiang Cheng bitchslapped him for his incompetence, good for him'
'Yu Ziyuan wrapped Zidian around Wang Lingjiao's neck and yanked her across the floor. Queen shit'
'She's given Zidian to Jiang Cheng. It is now time to have a breakdown'
'Why does Wen Zhuliu Naruto run'
'Wow, one of the mysterious Lan elders actually made an appearance. Of course for no other reason than to bitch at Lan Wangji, but hey hey, proof that they exist'
'Lan Qiren siding with Wangji??? In this timeline??? Wow'
'Hooo boy, once again, Wen Qing can step on me'
'Excuse me? Wen Ning took off Wei Wuxian's upper robes to 'check the whip marks'? Okay'
'Wen Qing says she's disgusted by Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao. What a mood, you funky little lesbian'
'Wen Zhuliu really is just like 'Wen Chao doesn't pay me enough for me to tell him Wei Wuxian's core is already gone''
'All the clan leaders are arguing over whether or not to fight the Wen at Cloud Recesses after Yunmeng Jiang was destroyed, but Lan Xichen sneaks Jiang Cheng in and he fucking puts the other clans in their place and Xichen is just off to the side like :) Yes I am enabling this'
'Uhhhh when Xichen calls him 'A-Yao' the subtitles translate it to simply 'Guangyao' and it is one of the most uncomfortable things I've had to read in my entire life. No. Why'
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For the arranged marriage verse, can you do something about a day where they just do sweet coupley things like holding hands or lwj lifting Wei Wuxian off little apple like a dapper prince 🥺
(author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)
Once, very long ago--if long ago meant six months, which is honestly much longer than Wei Wuxian remembers half of what happens to him--Wei Wuxian told Lan Zhan the story of his parents’ elopement, and how the donkey Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren took to their wedded home in Lufeng had been a gift from Uncle Jiang, who was the only person to witness their bows.
“I didn’t know much about them,” he said wistfully, when they were traveling between Gusu and Qinghe last winter after Wei Wuxian’s sudden return. “But Jiang-shushu would tell me things like that sometimes. When they were about my parents together, I mean, and not just about my mother. He learned never to talk about her fondly after the first time Yu-furen heard him doing it.”
Lan Zhan only gave him one of those earnest, tender looks in response, and that loosened his lips so much that he even mentioned his old boyhood dreams of having a donkey of his own someday: of walking along a grassy road with a child riding on his shoulders, leading a fine beast with bells on its bridle behind him. His wife would sit on the donkey’s back, he decided, though Wei Wuxian had not given much thought to what his future wife might be like; back then, he only hoped that he could make her happy, as Jiang-shushu could never do with Madam Yu no matter how devotedly he tried, and that she would love him and their children in return.
“You have Little Apple,” Lan Zhan remarked after a while, when they stabled their horses and entered the city for a meal. “That is something, is it not?”
But I don’t have someone who would ride behind me on her back, Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian found himself thinking, more than a little dismally. Or someone who would hold her by the bridle, while I rode with our little ones in my arms.
Wei Wuxian scarcely remembered that old conversation at all until now, on his bridal journey to the Cloud Recesses following the wedding at Lotus Pier, when Lan Xichen taps on the side of his sedan chair and asks him to climb down.
“Brother-in-law,” he calls, parting the red curtains and sticking his head in between them. “Come out! You won’t be going up to the main gates in this, Wangji’s decided to send it back to Caiyi.”
Wei Wuxian exchanges puzzled glances with Xiao-Yu and steps out of the decorated conveyance, with the baby clinging to his neck like a frightened little monkey, or a starfish. “Are we walking?” he asks, looking around in confusion at the rest of the wedding party--which seems to be missing the bridegroom, for some reason, since Lan Zhan is nowhere in sight. “I was getting tired of sitting in the sedan, I suppose, but why?”
“You will not be walking, Wei Ying. Turn around.”
He claps a hand over his chest and whirls around on the spot, only to find Lan Zhan standing behind him in his own elaborate wedding clothes--a second set commissioned for the trip between Yunmeng and Gusu, not quite so fine and costly as the robes he was married in, but wedding clothes none the less.
“Aiya, Lan Zhan!” he scolds, his heart beating twice as fast as usual at the smile on his husband’s face. “You can’t keep sneaking up behind me, all right? What if I’d dropped Xiao-Yu?”
(The effect of the rebuke is somewhat ruined, though, because Xiao-Yu chooses that moment to crawl up onto Wei Wuxian’s chest and hang there with nothing but the might of his sturdy little hands, proving that nothing would have happened even if Wei Wuxian did drop him.)
Wei Wuxian bites back a smile and tucks the little boy under his arm instead, stepping closer to Lan Zhan to see what he had been called out of the sedan for--and then he gasps and nearly drops poor Xiao-Yu again as his friend leads Little Apple into view, adorned in red and gold with bells on her bridle and silk ribbons on her ears, as if she were the bride here instead of Wei Wuxian.
“She has carried you a long way, in the past,” Lan Zhan says quietly. “I thought it was only fitting that she should carry you and A-Yu to our wedded home, like--like your parents.”
A tear rolls down Wei Wuxian’s face, and then another, until he has to fish for a handkerchief in the sleeve that doesn’t have Xiao-Yu in it and pat his eyes dry. “Lan Zhan, you remembered?”
“I remember everything you say,” his new husband tells him, before swinging him up onto Little Apple’s back and leading her toward the stairs. “Come along, Little Apple. Your master is coming home.”
Wei Wuxian endures the ride up to the gates in a daze, scarcely registering anything but the soft tinkling of bells as they go, and then he nearly blushes himself to death when Lan Zhan stops Little Apple at the very top of the stairs and carries Wei Wuxian into the Cloud Recesses himself.
“That last was my privilege,” he murmurs, refusing to put Wei Wuxian down as all the disciples who were forced to miss the wedding come rushing up on their swords to throw flower petals at them. “Let me carry you to the jingshi, Wei Ying, and then you can rest for the day.”
If he doesn’t stop this--
Oh, Lan Zhan. If you don’t stop this, I’m really going to like being married to you.
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Box of Memories
Happy belated birthday, A-Sang! Wish you all the joy and love life has reserved for you!
Almost three weeks after the actual birthday I've finally finished this thanks to my dear school (grinds teeth angrily). Anyway, this is a bit short, like almost 4k or something, and I took this insanely amount of time because of school, but it's alright I finished it now. So I hope you guys enjoy this and I can make your day a little brighter with it. As always, stay safe and healthy!
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It was Nie Huaisang’s birthday and Jiang Cheng was more anxious than when he had to survive Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen and Meng Yao’s shove talk one after the other. For the heavens and all above, they had been dating for four years now and met each since they were five and six! There was no reason for him to be so nervous! They passed so many birthdays, with so many presents exchanged and Jiang Cheng was still nervous. And just because he made the present with his own hands and it turned out horrible!
Like not the ‘you can’t even look at’ type of horrible, but the ‘didn’t meet my expectations exactly what immediately makes it horrible’ type of horrible. He started doing it exactly two days later after Nie Huaisang said he wanted it and guaranteed that nobody would buy it for him, exactly nine months and eight days before his birthday. He had seen it on Pinterest, in a video where a girl was making a “box of memories” (as Jiang Cheng came to call it) for her younger sister.
She had chosen their favourite memory and made something like a box of shadows to show it. There was a light bulb in the middle with various metal plates cut in the shape of the memories. When turned on, the metal plates started to revolve around the light bulb and create images on the wall, recreating the memory with the shadows. Nie Huaisang loved it and showed it to every person who he knew could give one for him or make one. Thankfully, none of them could give it right away which gave Jiang Cheng enough time to plan how he would do it.
It all began with him asking what memory he would use of all his favorites and asked what happened there, memorizing them to the heart and writing everything down the second he saw himself alone. His drawing skills weren’t as good as Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen’s, but as long as they remained a sketch, they would do. After sketching it all, he went to Nie Mingjue and asked him to teach him how to cut the metal plates and arrange them properly in the other metal pieces. Apparently, there was a machine that did that for them, the only thing they needed to do was insert the images and the sizes of the plates and let it do what it needed to do. Which led Jiang Cheng to ask for some draw lessons from Lan Xichen and digital design from Lan Wangji, which cost several years of his life but he guessed he was bound to do everything needed for his boyfriend.
He planned everything on the little planner he bought (if it was specifically brought for that no one needed to know) and every day he ticked something off. Besides the box of memories, he wrote a letter everyday to him and hid it in the last drawer of his wardrobe under piles and piles of clothes. From Open it now to Open it when you are sixty years old and Open it when you are in doubt about us, everyday a letter for 281 days and too much ink, paper and ideas, too much feelings engraved in those. But should he regret it, knowing that it would make Nie Huaisang happy? The boy loved this kind of old, romantic things like handwritten letters, so why shouldn’t he give it to him too? Handwritten letters with little doodles on the edges of the paper and little trinkets.
At the beginning of May, Jiang Cheng started putting it all together, doing the last reviews and adjustments. Once the plates were done, he called Wei Wuxian to help with the electric part of the thing, the shameless idiot being graduated in electrical engineering somehow. He had to endure his little ramble about how he had become so romantic and how considerate of somebody else’s feelings, how he was going miles out of what everyone said was normal. It would be a lie if Jiang Cheng ever said that he wasn’t slightly proud and happy upon hearing that.
They made slow progress but the present was ready six days before the due date, which gave Jiang Cheng enough anxiety and stress for the rest of his life (good thing he took on his mother’s side of genetics and wasn’t getting any white hairs until a very, very old age). Would Nie Huaisang find out the present before his birthday? Would he hate it or love it? Would he simply be neutral about all the gifts? Would he fake liking it? What could possibly happen once he gives it to him? Would it destroy their relationship?
On March 20, Jiang Cheng was about to have a stroke or an aneurysm or both of them probably. Just some more hours and they would see if Nie Huaisang liked the present or not. Since it had been ready, the poor present had been tested countless times to see if it worked properly (it did, thank gods), changed locations incessantly while he wrote every single letter by hand before making a wooden box and putting all he had made in there. The memory box, the 281 letters and some fans he bought in the Yunmeng market that reminded him of Nie Huaisang.
Early on, he had promised Nie Huaisang that he would help him with the birthday’s decorations and preparations for everything . After that, he made a quick run to his house to take a bath and try to calm himself because he couldn’t throw up in the party, he even got time to test it again, watching as Nie Huaisang’s favourite memory of all time played on his bedroom wall. It was practically memorized by now, the way the images followed one by one in quick succession, recreating a story that he could tell even if he had amnesia.
Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue and their parents were the main characters in the memory. Nie Huaisang was maybe four or five years old while Nie Mingjue was something like sixteen or seventeen years old and they were travelling to the small cabin they passed the holidays. He always said that that weekend was the best one of his life, one where his entire family was together and happy, complete. This memory in particular was one where Nie Huaisang was being thrown in the air by his father to land in the arms of one of his mothers while Nie Mingjue and their second mother were suffering a heart attack. Even though there was some melancholy in his eyes, he always spoke fondly and laughed about the face his brother made when he landed on their mother’s arms and passed the rest of the weekend guaranteeing that their father wouldn’t do another one of those again.
Jiang Cheng would die as a happy man if he could make him as happy as he was on that day, even if for one day. Well, not die, he was still too young to die, but he would feel fulfilled and satisfied. So, he tried to focus on that when he stepped inside the party, clutching to the wooden box and breathing deep. He’s going to like it, he’s not going to hate me, he’s going to smile because of the present, everything is going to be fine, we are not breaking up. Okay, maybe he was a little bit paranoid and afraid of what was going to happen, but he was fine, he was going to be fine. He just needed to loosen up and enjoy the party until it was time to open the presents.
“A-Cheng!” Nie Huaisang said, throwing his arms around his neck and hiding his face in his neck. Jiang Cheng only had time to pull the box to the side to prevent him from getting hurt before putting an arm around his waist and kissing his temple. “Tell your brother to stop being mean to me on my birthday.”
“If Lan Wangji can’t control him, what makes you think I can?” He said, still holding him. “Happy birthday, Huaisang, many years of life and happiness for you.” He kissed his temple again before stepping away and showing him the present. “For you.”
“Oh, A-Cheng! You didn’t need to! You are already present enough.” He gasped, taking the box of his hands while Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes at him. He always said that but he remembered very well what he did to Jin Zixuan when the man showed up without his present. He didn’t want to be in the same ending of his fury, thank you very much.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes again, bending a little to let Nie Huaisang kiss his cheek.
“I don’t know what you gave me, but I already love it.” He smiled brightly at him, walking to the kitchen and carefully choosing a place to put it. The kitchen was loaded with presents, some big, others small, colorful wraps or black and white with an interesting pattern on it, some didn’t even had proper wraps around it. There were a lot of presents and for a moment Jiang Cheng’s brain simply went blank and decided that, for sure, there was one that topped his present. Which was nonsense, but still served to increase his stress and anxiety (once again he thanked his genetics for not getting white hairs early). “C’mon, let’s go to the living room. Da-ge is telling some story from when we were children.”
“Is he telling the green incident? Because if he is, I would rather stay in the kitchen.” And check if the other presents are better than mine so I can throw them out the window.
“Of course not! Da-ge doesn’t remember that story anymore.” He waved him off, entering the room in the exact moment Nie Mingjue said:
“Then a bucket of green paint fell into his head.” His thunderous laugh filled the room as he started to tell the amazing story of how Nie Huaisang managed to dye himself green after he dumped a whole bucket of paint on his head when he was seven years old.
“Da-ge!” He screamed, going red instantly. “What are you doing?!” He yelped, high-pitched, as he threw a cushion at him. “Shut up!”
“What? I was just talking about the green dye you did on your skin.” He laughed again, dodging the cushion and showing his tongue to him. It was strange to see a man of his size acting like that, but sincerely Jiang Cheng sometimes forgot that he too was human and (kind of) young. “Hey, Wanyin, do you want to sit here?”
“Hey, hey, hey. No stealing boyfriends on my birthday or ever, Da-ge. You already have two.” He wrapped himself around his arm, glaring at his brother. “Stop being so selfish, Da-ge.”
“Selfish? Take that back, brat, before I break your legs.” He narrowed his eyes at him, pointing a finger at him.
“It’s his birthday and you don’t get to threaten the birthday boy, Jue-ge.” Lan Xichen sighed, pulling his hand down. He was beside Nie Mingjue and sitting next to Lan Wangji, talking quietly between the two of them before the threats started rolling out.
“Stop covering him, Lan Xichen.” He turned to him as Nie Huaisang pulled him to the bench next to the window and between two high bookshelves full of sketchbooks, some completed, others completely blank.
“So, what’s your present?” He suddenly asked, playing with Jiang Cheng’s fingers.
“What? It’s a fucking surprise, A-Sang, I can’t tell you.” He spurred, furrowing his eyebrows at him.
“But, A-Cheng, yours were the heaviest of it all. What is it?” He shook his arm, doing the puppy eyes. The fucking puppy eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. Stop, A-Sang.” He growled, avoiding looking at him. “You know I can’t take the puppy eyes.”
“A-Cheng~.” He laid ahead, searching for his eyes. And, heavens, who taught that boy that? Nie Mingjue for sure was not. Maybe Meng Yao. Yeah, definitely Meng Yao. Jiang Cheng was going to kill Meng Yao for teaching Nie Huaisang that. “Please~. I want to know.”
“Ok, ok, ok. Just one part, okay?” Jiang Cheng pushed him away, feeling the back of his neck heating up.
“From how many parts?” His eyes were shining and attentive which meant that he was probably making a million combinations on his head, comparing and guessing what he could possibly ever get him.
“I’m not going to tell you.” He scowled, taking a deep breath. “One part of your presents is fans, okay? I got you some fans.”
“Really?!” His eyebrows shot up, disappearing under his bangs. “I love fans.”
“I know, A-Sang.” He breathed out, kissing his fingers.
“But I love you more.” He smiled, leaning to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I love you so much more than the fans.” He murmured against them, hands on his neck.
“Idiot.” He chuckled, kissing him back while smiling. He always seemed to smile easily when he was near him, breath was easier too. Sincerely, Nie Huaisang just made things easier just by being near him, just his presence and, maybe, it was the reason why he wanted to do everything in his power to make him happy as he could be. “I love you too.”
“More than dogs and A-Ling?” He sat between his legs, back against his chest.
“Don’t push your luck.” He may love A-Sang, but dogs and his nephew were more important, they always brought instant happiness with them. Next to him, Nie Huaisang was chuckling quietly, pulling both of Jiang Cheng’s arms around his waist and putting his hands above before starting to talk with Meng Yao about some new exposition of them and all the technicalities involving it.
Jiang Cheng let himself fall back into the security of all the conversations around him that didn’t involve him and the warmth of Nie Huaisang on his arms and against his chest. Slowly his panic disappeared from his mind as the time passed and the presents weren’t mentioned not even once. Almost everyone was there, the only ones missing being Jin Zixuan, Jiang Yanli and their newborn Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng’s little sweetheart, who were overseas to look over the inauguration of Jiang Yanli’s new restaurant in Las Vegas (To say that Jiang Cheng was crazely proud of her would be an understatement).
Either way, no amount of time would be enough to prepare him for when Wei Wuxian and MianMian appeared in the kitchen bringing the cake and the tray of sweets. The candle was already lit up and displaying the number 23, as if nobody knew how old Nie Huaisang was. He dislocated his hands enough to clap but not remove his arm from around his waist. Nie Huaisang laughed, clapping according to the music, but sunken further on his chest, refusing to move another millimeter as his ears went adorably red.
“Happy birthday, Nie Huaisang!” Everyone screamed when the song ended, blowing confetti over them. The screams and whistles became a cacophony as Nie Huaisang blew out the candle and laughed out loud, putting both of his hands over his mouth.
“Happy birthday, Nie-xiong!” MianMian hugged him after Wen Qing, her girlfriend, took the cake from her. “Many, many years of happiness and fulfillment to you, my dear. Hope you enjoy mine and A-Qing’s present.” She winked, mischievously.
“What have you given me, MianMian?” Nie Huaisang said, eyes wide.
“Nothing you can open in front of Da-ge.” She laughed, absolutely delighted at his terrified face and Jiang Cheng’s groan. He had noticed that everyone had a tendency of calling Nie Mingjue ‘Da-ge’.
“No! You stole my idea!” Wei Wuxian complained, giving him a half-hug and equilibrating the tray of sweets on the other arm. “Many years of love and laughter, Nie-xiong, may time and life treat you well.” He fully hugged him once MianMian came back to take the tray away from him, calming Jiang Cheng’s anxiety.
“I want to see what those two gave you. No excuses.” Nie Mingjue said, serious, before crushing him in a tight hug. “Happy anniversary, didi. I’m very proud of you and what you have become. Ma, Baba and Mother would be so, so proud of you and happy for all the friends and people you have around you.” He may or may not have sniffed on that part, hiding his face on his brother’s neck.
“Thank you, Da-ge. They would be very proud of you too.” Nie Huaisang whispered back and Jiang Cheng saw him blink repeatedly to avoid the tears from falling out.
“He grew up so fast.” He mourned, resting his head on Lan Xichen’s shoulder while Meng Yao hugged and wished him a happy birthday and life. Once he was done and it was Lan Xichen’s turn, Nie Mingjue wrapped himself over him, sniffing loudly. After that, the other guests did a quick succession of ‘Happy Birthday’ and wishes for a good and long life. Not for a moment Nie Huaisang stepped away from Jiang Cheng, always at arm’s reach of his hands. Not that he had tried to pull him back when he stepped away, Jiang Cheng would never do that.
“So, A-Sang, now that all the wishes have been given and Wangji-ge and I have cut the cake. For whom is the first piece?” MianMian asked, holding a plate with a piece of cake to him.
“A-Cheng!” He quickly answered, turning to him. “For being the best boyfriend a man could ask. And not being too scared of Da-ge.”
“I’m not that scared of Mingjue-ge, but thank you, I guess.” Jiang Cheng said, taking the plate from his hands and completely refusing to look over where Nie Mingjue was.
“Woah, he didn’t even hesitate.” Wei Wuxian said, surprised. “I could swear he was going to give it to Da-ge.” That was it, Jiang Cheng was now certain that everyone, except for maybe Wen Qing, saw Nie Mingjue as an older brother. But, well, were they wrong?
“Da-ge has received many first pieces in his life. It’s A-Cheng’s time.” Nie Huaisang scrunched his nose at him before jogging to the kitchen. “C’mon people! Eat, eat! I want to open my presents!”
Jiang Cheng chuckled, starting to eat the cake as the others were doing a line to receive their own piece and, fucking hell, he understood why they wanted one. The cake was divine! It was fluffy and tasty, exploding in the mouth the moment you bite it and it wasn’t too sweet. It was possibly the best cake he ever had the pleasure to eat and by the look of the other’s face, they thought that too.
“Nie-xiong, who made the cake? I want their number.” Wei Wuxian said, pleasure written all over his face. “It’s so good!”
“Oh, it was Wangji and Da-ge.” Nie Huaisang said, pointing at them. Everyone turned their heads to them, looking in awe.
“Lan Zhan?! But he never did one of me.” Wei Wuxian complained, pouting.
“Mingjue-ge made the dough and I did the frosting and the decorations.” Lan Wangji passed a piece of cake to Wen Ning.
“And the sweets. He did the sweets too.” Nie Mingjue said, throwing one of the sweets in his mouth.
“Which are fucking marvellous!” MianMian exclaimed, doing a thumbs up for him.
“No speaking while eating.” He and Lan Xichen said in unison, without looking at her. After that everyone focused on eating the cake and the sweets. Nie Huaisang came back to sit beside Jiang Cheng, taking the sweets he didn’t like to his own plate. Most of them got a second piece and more sweets because those things were really fucking good.
“Now, the presents!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, excited and sending Jiang Cheng’s heartbeat to space. “I’m excited.” He was jumping on his seat.
“Whose present will you open first?” Lan Xichen said, getting up and going to the kitchen.
“A-Cheng’s.” He smiled as he started to bring the presents from the kitchen. Jiang Cheng prayed that his panic weren’t showing on his face nor his anxiety because his mind was running a mile per hour.
He was going to open the present and see how horrible it was that box of memories and they would break up. Maybe not now because of the fans, but once he started reading the letters and seeing how messed up he was, it would be an endgame. No one, being in their right mind, would stay after reading those letters. Before he could be totally swallowed by his traitorous mind, he heard a scream and someone throwing themselves at him, arms around his neck.
“Thank you!” Nie Huaisang screamed in his ear, pulling him against himself. “Thank you so much!” He sounded happy, but he was crying too.
“What the fuck, Huaisang? Are you crying?” He said, trying to look at his face where it was hidden on his neck. “Why are you-...” He started, before seeing the box sitting on his lap. “Oh.”
“A-Cheng.” He whined, looking up. “Look what you did to me. I’m crying like a baby.” The tears were falling two by two, big fat tears that he did not like to see on his face. “When did you buy it?”
“I made it.” He blurted out, focused on wiping the tears.
“What?” He blinked, sniffing loudly.
“I made it. I made most of the things in the box, including the box. The only things I bought were the fans, I still don’t know how to make fans like you.” He kept wiping the tears, putting his sleeve over his nose for him to blow. “You know I’m not good with handcrafted gifts but since it’s your birthday I tried.”
“I love you so much.” Nie Huaisang hugged him again while Wei Wuxian took the box from his legs and turned it on.
“What memory did you use?” He asked and, oh yeah, Jiang Cheng never told any of them what memory he was planning to use. He instructed MianMian to turn the light off, rearranging it on the small coffee table in the center.
“One from when me and Da-ge were younger.” Nie Huaisang answered as Nie Mingjue’s eyes filled with tears at recognition. “Best present ever.” He whispered, leaning on him with a small smile on his lips and watching as the memory came to life again. Jiang Cheng smiled down at him, passing an arm over his shoulders and watching as he told the story about how Nie Mingjue, who had many comments on how it was being told, almost had a heart attack when he was seventeen.
It was, indeed, the best present ever.
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OYZZ/A-Qing, AU where they meet while she's alive, kiss meme?
(uhhh so this accidentally turned into a full-on fic. Unfortunately, it's only a fix-it for A Jing, not for Songxiao 😭; I’m going entirely by book canon here, except my brain has settled on CQL aesthetics for OYZZ and A Jing, hence the “burgundy robes.”)
Kissing prompt
"Excuse me, are there any powerful people around here? Powerful people who cultivate?" Ā Jing swallowed hard as yet another passerby shook her off. She wouldn't cry! Her dàozhǎng needed vengeance and so did Song dàozhǎng; she had to keep trying to find someone.
"Excuse me, gūniang," came a voice from behind her—a young voice, a boy about her age. "I'm a cultivator. Perhaps I can be of service?"
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It took some doing to convince first the boy — Ouyang Zizhen — and then his father that Xue Yang was indeed in Yi City and not dead as he should have been these last many years, but in the end Sect Master Ouyang had reached out to his patron, the master of the Jiang sect, who was known for his hatred of demonic cultivators, and the full might of both Baling Ouyang and Yunmeng Jiang was brought to bear against Xue Yang. Ā Jing insisted on being allowed to accompany them — she had to see this through.
Ouyang Zizhen seemed to have decided that she was his responsibility and he stuck close to her while his seniors prepared for and then fought the battle. "I'm not allowed to night hunt unsupervised, anyway, so I will be your protector, Jing gūniang!"
Ā Jing wasn't going to say no to protection. Ever since she saw her dàozhǎng killing people under Xue Yang's guidance she had felt an overwhelming terror. It was lessened now that she had an entire army between her and Xue Yang, including this strangely earnest boy, but until she saw Xue Yang's dead body with her own eyes, she wouldn't feel able to truly rest.
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She took one look at the dead bodies laid out in a row, the two Daoist priests and their murderer, and flung herself weeping into Ouyang Zizhen's arms. He stroked her back, while she shook and wet his burgundy silk robes with her tears, and murmured soothingly in her ear. She liked that he called her "Jing gūniang," as if she really was somebody, and not just an urchin with no family name to speak of.
"What will you do, now that it's over?" he asked, when they were all seated in an inn, waiting for food to be delivered to their table. He kept his arm around her and seemed to be daring his seniors to say anything. Ā Jing was still feeling shaky and uncertain, so she wasn't going to complain. She clutched the little pouch that the cultivators said held Xiao Xingchen’s soul close to her chest, afraid to let it out of her sight even for a moment. They said his soul was shattered into little bits, but that it might heal with time. The least she could do was take care of it until it did. Every time she thought about her poor dàozhǎng, shattering himself to pieces because of his horror at what Xue Yang had made him do, she felt fresh tears prickling her eyes.
"I don't know," she said. "I was traveling with Xiao dàozhǎng so long, I don't think I know how to travel alone anymore." This was probably not true, but all these people knew that she was sighted — she had to play up her helplessness somehow!
"You can come with us to Baling," Ouyang Zizhen suggested. "You could learn to be a cultivator, like us."
"Aren't I too old?" she asked, looking at him sidelong.
"You'll probably never be exceptional," he agreed, "but that doesn't mean you can't learn to use a sword the way we do."
It sounded appealing. It sounded like a lot of work. Well, if she didn't like it, she could always leave. Traveling alone in Baling couldn't be any different from traveling alone in Shudong.
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Baling was nice. They let her call herself Xiao Jing, to keep her dàozhǎng's name alive, even if he was now dead. They gave her a room and nice clothes and they didn’t try to take away the two bags that held everything that mattered to her in this world — the wallet she had stolen from Xiao Xingchen, and the Spirit Capture Pouch that held his soul. They added her to the rolls of junior disciples. She had to practice next to seven year olds, and it was hard work, but she never had to worry about her next meal and Ouyang Zizhen came by all the time to see how she was settling in. One time a couple of his big sisters came by and told her to tell them if he was bothering her.
"We'll beat him up for you, don't worry," said the second young mistress of Baling Ouyang. Xiao Jing thought that maybe that was backwards — shouldn't they be threatening her on his behalf? After all, she was a swindler and a thief. But, then, they didn't know that part of her past.
Everyone knew she was a tragic orphan, victimized by the horrible Xue Yang, and she'd played that up as much as possible. Pity was good — people mostly didn't want to hurt you if they pitied you. Mostly people were patient with her uneducated speech and her inability to read and that she picked up cultivation concepts slowly, except the physical ones. The exercises came easily — she'd had to be deft to steal without people noticing, and that came in handy now.
"He's not a bother," she said aloud. "I like Ouyang gōngzǐ."
"Oh?" The fifth young mistress pounced on that, smiling like a cat. "And in what way do you like xiǎodì?"
Xiao Jing blushed at that, and did her best to deflect.
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"Your sisters came to see me today," Xiao Jing told Ouyang Zizhen. She pulled a couple of sweets from the wallet she still kept close by, the one she stole from Xiao Xingchen all those years ago, and offered one to him. Their fingers tangled briefly as he accepted the sweet and she flashed back to Ouyang Ruoyin's question. In what way do you like our little brother? She shook herself, willing her cheeks to stop blushing. Back to doing the teasing; that was way better than being teased. "They said they'll beat you up if you keep bothering me."
"They told me the same thing," Ouyang Zizhen laughed. "Am I bothering you, Jing gūniang?"
"Obviously not," Xiao Jing retorted. "I don't give sweets to people who bother me."
"Well, that's a relief, then," he said, smiling at her as he popped the sweet in question into his mouth. He had a very nice smile, distractingly nice. She realized she was staring at his lips, which was definitely inappropriate, and dragged her gaze up to his eyes, which were crinkled in that same smile. Hell.
“Jing gūniang, I—” he began, before she cut him off. Oh well, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t been impulsive before.
“Ouyang gōngzǐ, do you like me?”
Now it was his turn to blush and stammer, which filled her with an obscure satisfaction. “I— yes, I— yeah?” he said. His voice steadied as he took up his thread. “I like you a lot. Your courage in the face of extreme adversity, your devotion to your dàozhǎng, the way your eyes flash in the sun when you train—”
“Okay, okay,” Xiao Jing cut him off again. There was no stopping Ouyang Zizhen when he got poetic. She wasn’t anticipating the danger of letting him get poetic about her, the way it made her skin feel hot and prickly all over. “I get it, you think I’m admirable. Do— Would—” She swallowed hard. Get it together, Ā Jing. “Would you like to try kissing?” she asked, the words coming out all in a rush.
Ouyang Zizhen stared at her, mouth falling open in a pretty silly-looking way. Xiao Jing almost laughed at it, except for how her stomach was turning somersaults. Did she misread things? Ouyang Zizhen did get poetic about all sorts of things, but she did think he showed her particular attention! She scuffed her foot on the floor of the pavilion. “I only meant...” She looked down. “I like you, too, and I thought...”
“Yeah.” His voice was breathless and Xiao Jing looked up with new hope. He was still blushing, and his eyes seemed almost to sparkle as he stepped nearer to her. “Yeah, can I kiss you?”
Xiao Jing smiled and took one of his hands and tilted her face up to his. She’d hit a growth spurt recently—probably all that good Baling food—but he was still taller than her. He tilted his head consideringly, and then lowered his face until their lips met. She felt his nose brushing her cheek and the little sigh of his breath on her mouth. His lips were soft on hers and just the slightest bit sticky. He tasted a little of the candy they’d both just eaten. His hand tightened its grip on her hand, even as his other hand came up to cup her cheek, and she felt that same heat and prickle on her skin as she did when he had been complimenting her.
When they parted, Xiao Jing stepped forward and buried her face in his collar, hiding her flushed cheeks. Ouyang Zizhen wrapped his arms around her almost automatically. “That was nice,” he whispered into her hair.
She nodded and then murmured, “Yeah,” in case he couldn’t tell what her movement meant.
“Do you... want to do it again?” he asked.
“Give me a minute,” she said.
He chuckled quietly; she felt the wind of his breath ruffling her hair. “As long you need,” he said.
#fanfic#puck answers#puck writes#mo dao zu shi#魔道祖师#ouyang zizhen#欧阳子真#a qing#a jing#阿箐#my oyzz has a million older sisters agenda continues#my sense of timing might be off here but i'm pretty sure they're like 14 in this#i haven't written young teens in a while so i hope this reads true for them#huanglaoshu
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Futures Past pt8 / On AO3
Meng Yao's future is dealt with.
To say that Lan Qiren was disappointed in his nephew for helping Nie Huaisang escape into Yunping City would have been an understatement. It was made quite clear to Lan Xichen that he would face punishment of his own for this misbehaviour. Real punishment, too, not just copying texts as had become standards for small infractions. Still, Lan Qiren listened to that tale of a corrupt merchant scamming people with fake manuals, which greatly irritated him, and thus forced sect leader Huang to care as well and deal with it immediately.
It was wrong to think maliciously of anyone without proof, and even more so if the person was an elder. Yet as they all walked toward the market Lan Xichen couldn’t shake the feeling that had he been alone when news of that crooked merchant reached him, Huang Quiling might not have cared enough to do anything about it. After all, he hadn’t asked Lan Xichen for any details about this business, and instead appeared intent on continuing his conversation with Jiang Fengmian about borders and trade.
Lives were on the line, Nie Mingjue and Meng Yao’s futures depended on this day, and nobody cared.
They didn't care because they couldn't know, of course, but logic wasn't helping Lan Xichen's ever growing anxiety. He only calmed down when they all reached the place where the others were waiting, and found that everyone of any importance was still where he had left them.
While Lan Xichen was gone, things had changed a little in the market. Most of the earlier crowd had dispersed, tired of waiting for more entertainment, and the market street was almost back to normal. Those few curious folks who remained were trying to inconspicuously listen in as Nie Huaisang chatted with, or rather at poor Meng Shi. The unfortunate woman looked deeply uncomfortable, but didn't dare openly disrespect the young master who had confirmed her son's potential for cultivation by walking away.
She couldn't leave yet, anyway, not until she'd gotten her money back for those fake cultivation manuals. From what Lan Xichen could see, Jiang Cheng and Meng Yao were taking care of that, the two of them counting money with that crooked merchant. Here and there Meng Yao would glance at Nie Huaisang, as if something he said attracted his attention, but each time Jiang Cheng brought his attention back to the task at hand.
When Lan Xichen and his elders came close enough to hear, the distress made sense: Nie Huaisang, after all this time, was still discussing the many failings of Jin Guangshan. Lan Xichen wished he were surprised, but there really was that much gossip going around about that man. Most people just didn't usually discuss all of it at once out of respect for a sect leader.
“And then, da-ge said that Jin zongzhu brought in dancers,” Nie Huaisang was saying to a rapt audience, insensitive to the discomfort of Meng Shi next to him. “Da-ge said it was getting embarrassing to watch when Jin Furen arrived, and she made such a scene because apparently her husband had promised to consult her about all the entertainments at the banquet but he brought the dancers without tell her. So then, she… oh, already?”
Nie Huaisang, so cheerful while telling his story, turned a little pale at the sight of Lan Qiren. He looked around for something to hide him from his teacher’s angry glare, and had to settle for slipping behind poor Meng Shi. Lan Xichen refrained from rolling his eyes, and directed his elders' attention where it was actually needed.
“Here is the man,” Lan Xichen announced, motioning toward the merchant. “He has been selling fake cultivation manuals to people.”
“Fake talismans as well,” Jiang Cheng said, lifting a few before crumbling them in his hand. “And he has been doing this for a while. How long, did you say?”
“We started buying from him last year,” Meng Yao explained with a polite bow toward the older cultivators. “But he started coming to the market the year before that, and already offered the same wares. We assumed he had received permission to sell those items, since...”
Meng Yao trailed off, glancing toward sect leader Huang before bowing deeper as if in apology.
Strictly speaking, no sect could be expected to be aware of and to deal with every crook that operated in their territory, so Huang Quiling couldn't be blamed for that situation. At the same time, it would be considered shameful for any sect to have someone selling fakes in its own hometown of all places, and for so long. It spoke of unreliability on their part if people would rather go to a nobody on the market, or else it meant that they priced their services much too high for common people. It also meant they didn't care about commoners, who surely had to have complained about that merchant before. Either way, it wasn't a good look for Huang Quiling, and he would have to act properly to clean this stain on his reputation.
But instead of scolding the merchant or threatening him, Huang Quiling only had eyes for Meng Shi, who was glaring at him defiantly.
“So it's you again,” sect leader Huang muttered. “Meng Shi! Haven’t I told you to stop bothering cultivators?” he turned to the other two sect leaders and gave a small apologetic bow. “I’m sorry that your boys got caught up in this. Meng Shi is just a local whore who’s convinced herself that her bastard has what it takes to be a cultivator. Completely delusional, the boy will never amount to anything. You can't judge that merchant's wares just because the bastard of a whore didn't become an immortal from reading it. I'm unsure the boy can even read.”
Meng Shi, proud as a queen until then, went pale. Lan Xichen felt her shock and horror as if they were his own. He turned to glance at his uncle, worried he might side with Huang Quiling, but to his relief Lan Qiren instead appeared annoyed at the sect leader. It was probably only the coarse language that he disapproved of, and the public nature of this confrontation which he must feel stained all their reputations, yet Lan Xichen felt emboldened anyway.
“Huang zongzhu, have you tested Meng gongzi?” he asked. “We checked on him, and found he has potential.”
“What would mere boys know about these things?” Huang Quiling snapped at him. “Which one of you tested him?”
Lan Xichen hesitated, and glanced at the other boys. He hadn’t come anywhere near Meng Yao yet, and couldn’t lie about that. But if he said it was Nie Huaisang who had checked on Meng Yao, and after his horrible performance at the Night Hunt the day before, it wouldn’t be much of an endorsement. Lan Xichen himself only trusted Nie Huaisang’s assessment because he knew from that other future what sort of cultivation genius Meng Yao was.
“I’m the one who checked on him,” Jiang Cheng boldly lied. Or perhaps he really had checked, dubious as well of Nie Huaisang's assessment, because he continued: “For someone not born from gentry, his potential is not to be dismissed. It might be on par with Yunmeng Jiang's first disciple, if he were just taught properly.”
Huang Quiling, so disdainful a moment before, lost all of his confidence. He glanced at Jiang Fengmian whose face showed no particular expression, except perhaps mild curiosity now that Wei Wuxian had been mentioned. Lan Xichen wasn't sure what to make of that. He hadn’t often been near Jiang Fengmian except at the occasional discussion conference, and of course in the other future they had never gotten to work together as sect leaders. According to gossip, Jiang Fengmian was something of a pushover, who loved quiet and peace more than he cared about justice, but on occasion he could show strength of character if the mood hit him.
"What does his skill matter, with a mother like that?" Huang Quiling claimed, refusing to admit defeat. "No self respecting sect would knowingly take in the son of a whore. It'd be like teaching a pig to walk on two legs, dressing it in silk, and calling it human."
"People ought to be judged on their actions rather than their origins," Lan Xichen retorted, which caused sect leader Huang to glare at him with bulging eyes, his face dark with a rage so strong it robbed him of his words. Even without looking, Lan Xichen knew that his uncle too had to be shocked, that there would be hell to pay for this later. But then, if he was going to be punished, he might as well go all the way. "Just because you don't have the talent to teach someone,” he said, “don't assume a skilled teacher can't do it either."
Huang Quiling looked on the verge of having a Qi deviation, gaping and frothing at the mere boy who dared to insult him so openly. He wasn't the only one to stare, either. Nie Huaisang, the Jiangs, the Mengs, and above all Lan Qiren were looking at Lan Xichen as if he'd suddenly grown a second head.
A very rude second head, at that.
Lan Xichen just couldn't help it. Back in that awful future, the man he would have become had also been enraged and saddened at the unfairness of the world, particularly with regards to Meng Yao. If people hadn't judged him so harshly for something he had no control over, if instead they had taken notice of his skill, of his hard working personality, of his determination…
In that future, Lan Xichen had never dared to speak up, believing in the virtues of inaction and of leading by example, the way he'd been taught to behave. So far in this current life his attempts at being more active hadn't really worked so well, only ensuring that Nie Huaisang made a terrible friend in Su She and started hating Lan Xichen much earlier, but maybe this time, just maybe...
“Lan-xiansheng, your nephew is rather opinionated for a boy his age,” Huang Quiling complained. “I have heard a great deal how well behaved the young heir to Gusu Lan is, but it appears some reputations are undeserved.”
“My nephew will be dealt with,” Lan Qiren calmly replied, which dampened Lan Xichen's moment of rebellion more than anger could have. “And he will present excuses to you. Right now, Xichen.”
“But Lan gongzi's right!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, coming out from his hiding place being Meng Shi. Under Lan Qiren's glare he shivered, but didn't give up. “I mean, he's right at least to ask if Meng gongzi was tested,” he mumbled. “And he's right to say it's not fair if nobody will teach him just because of his family! I've read our histories, you know. I know people didn't want to teach some butcher any cultivation because it's unclean work, and now we're a big sect. Isn't it the same? And it's not just us, right?”
His eyes darted toward Jiang Fengmian, who smiled at the unsaid accusation.
The official history said that Yunmeng Jiang had been founded by a group of rogue cultivators. They had tired of wandering, and established themselves in a small port which soon thrived thanks to their presence and influence. As far as founding stories went, it was a very respectable one.
The less official story was that their founder had been the leader of a band of thieves who had picked up a trick or two and figured that cultivation paid better than robbery. Lan Xichen had never been interested enough in the subject to do any research, but he had a cousin with a taste for history who swore that annals from that period corroborated the second version more than the first. If so, it wasn't much better than being descended from a prostitute, though enough time had passed that it didn't matter so much anymore.
“I see my nephew won't be the only one who needs to be dealt with,” Lan Qiren remarked in an icy voice. Nie Huaisang, having used up all of his courage in standing up to his teacher, hid again behind Meng Shi, trying to make himself small.
“Boys must stand for something, it's what youth is for,” Jiang Fengmian replied with good humour, before gesturing toward Meng Yao. “Come here, boy. Let's see what all the fuss is about.”
“Jiang zongzhu, you're not serious!” Huang Quiling exploded. “That boy is just...”
“I'm only curious. If his proximity is intolerable, then perhaps you might help my son check those manuals to see if they are real or fake. Jiang Cheng, help Huang zongzhu while we deal with this side of the problem.”
Huang Quiling went pale from rage at being ordered around in that manner, but with Yunmeng Jiang the larger and more respectable sect, he still obeyed. He stomped toward the merchant's stall in a manner Lan Xichen found lacking in the dignity to be expected of a sect leader. Meng Yao, for his part, hesitated to obey Jiang Fengmian's order until Jiang Cheng pushed him forward. Huang Quiling radiated hatred when Meng Yao passed by him on his way to the other sect leaders. He looked as if he might have tried something, or said some other insults, but Meng Yao wisely made sure to leave as much space as possible between the two of them, which wasn't easy in a crowded market street.
“Come closer, child,” Jiang Fengmian requested when Meng Yao hesitantly stopped a few steps away from him. “I am going to put my hand on you to check your meridians. It might feel a little odd... but if my son tested you, you know that already, hm?”
Meng Yao nervously nodded glancing back toward his mother who smiled encouragingly. He only shivered a little when Jiang Fengmian put one hand over his heart, and even less so when Lan Qiren did the same after being invited to do so by Jiang Fengmian.
“I suppose the children have a point,” Lan Qiren conceded, his expression turning somewhat warmer. “How old are you, boy?”
“I'm sixteen, Lan-xiansheng.”
Instantly, Lan Qiren's expression darkened again.
“Too old then. If you'd been two or three years younger... and even then it would have been difficult. It's best to start young.”
Meng Yao's shoulders slumped down at the news, while all of Lan Xichen's hopes were crushed. He knew that his sect preferred younger disciples, though he suspected it had less to do with actual cultivation, and more with the fact that children took to discipline better than teenagers. Still, he had hoped that Meng Yao, with his potential... but Lan Qiren's word was final in these matters, with only their sect leader having a right to contradict him. Meng Yao couldn't be brought into Gusu Lan.
Which meant another option would have to be considered.
With dread curling in his guts and a choking sensation tightening his throat, Lan Xichen looked at Nie Huaisang still half hidden behind Meng Shi, and found the other boy staring right back at him. Nie Huaisang no longer appeared as furious at him as he had been before, but that might have been because he was preparing his own move, ready to ruin all of Lan Xichen's efforts. Nie Huaisang opened his mouth, surely to offer again that Meng Yao be sent to Qinghe, but missed his chance to speak.
“Yunmeng Jiang has never looked down on older disciples,” Jiang Fengmian said with a pleasant smile. “It can be a challenge to learn cultivation with a late start, but anyone who cannot take a challenge has no place teaching in the Lotus Pier. Sixteen... it could be worse. One of my own shidi was in his thirties when he joined us, and still did well enough for himself.”
Lan Xichen shivered, his body tensing further at this proposition.
Perhaps it was because he knew already, but the resemblance between Meng Yao and his father, between him and his half-brother also, was quite striking to him. It was possible that Jiang Fengmian hadn’t noticed, but unlikely when he often dealt with Jin Guangshan. Even if he really saw nothing, his wife was well known to be a very close friend to Madam Jin. There was no way Madam Yu wouldn’t notice that their newest disciple resembled Jin Guangshan, and since she was said to be a tyrant and the true ruler of Yunmeng Jiang…
“Are you sure this is wise?” Lan Qiren asked. “Even if that boy can be taught, his family…”
“His mother taught him well enough that he would take the defence of a stranger even in a fight he couldn’t win,” Jiang Fengmian said. “Or so your nephew said before. A good heart is what matters.”
“But half of Yunping City could be his father,” Huang Quiling argued, who'd paid more attention to their conversation than to the cultivation manuals he was meant to inspect. “From the lowest beggar to any drunk merchant with too much money to waste.”
“His father is a cultivator,” Meng Shi said, striding to come at her son's side. “He said he would return for A-Yao, but…” She glanced at Nie Huaisang who had followed her to hide again behind her. He had shared so much gossip earlier, it would have been hard for her to keep her hopes up. She sighed. “I only want for my son to live up to his potential. If he can be a cultivator, then that’s... good enough.”
“Is your son under any contractual obligation?” Jiang Fengmian asked.
“He's not,” Meng Shi vehemently decried. “He's free.”
“That will make things easier. If that is fine with you, I will accompany you two to your place of residence. We can talk about certain details while your son packs, and then he will come to Yunmeng with me. Would that satisfy you?”
Meng Shi, speechless, could only bow deeply before her son's new master. Meng Yao did the same a few times, before hugging his mother, both of them too stunned by this good fortune to even smile. As they held each other's hands tightly, Jiang Fengmian gave his son a few things to do while he was busy.
Huang Quiling too appeared quite stunned by this turn of events, and a good deal less pleased than the Mengs, but he wisely kept quiet about it. Lan Qiren's refusal to teach Meng Yao on account of his age would save Huang Quiling some face, since he could now pretend he had the same issue, but it wouldn't surprise Lan Xichen is the relationship because Yunmeng Jiang and Yunping Huang remained tense for a while.
Lan Xichen couldn't quite feel sorry for it. He didn't like people who thought they were allowed to be rude to their inferiors, and hoped that sect leader Huang would learn something from this experience.
Then, having given his son instructions, Jiang Fengmian walked back to Lan Qiren to bid him goodbye, explaining he expected his schedule for the day to be so changed that they might as well separate for good right then. Lan Qiren agreed, but frowned as he glanced toward Meng Yao.
“That boy's father, with his looks...” he said in a voice low enough the Mengs might not hear, but still clear enough for a cultivator's ears.
Eavesdropping was forbidden, but Lan Xichen found he couldn't help himself. Neither could Nie Huaisang, who leaned toward the two men to hear better.
“Probably. I'll have his mother confirm it,” Jiang Fengmian said in a similar tone. “but it won't change things. Even if my wife doesn't like it, I would be a fool to pass a chance to teach a boy of such potential. And Jin zongzhu would never admit any relation, so it'll all be fine.”
Lan Xichen let out a deep breath, relieved that things had worked out so well after all. He would have preferred to have Meng Yao in the Cloud Recesses, where he could have watched him closely and made sure he didn't go again down the same path as before, but the Lotus Pier wasn't an awful option either. They'd managed to turn someone like Wei Wuxian into an honest enough man, so they might know how to deal with Meng Yao as well.
Even when Lan Qiren reminded his nephew and Nie Huaisang that they would both be harshly punished for their bad behaviour, Lan Xichen found that he didn't mind, not when there was a good chance they had saved Nie Mingjue's life.
#xisang#nie huaisang#lan xichen#jin guangyao#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#jau writes#double time travel#I am... finally done with Yunping City...#This took so much longer than I wanted it to take...
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Butterfly Effect
In which a 29-year-old gay LXC married his 26-year-old family friend JC (who happens to be a trans man) out of convenience so that both of their traditional families would leave them alone and let them live their lives, without thinking that he will find love in this marriage.
N/A: Xicheng AU based on that Redditor who shared his touching AF love story.
For the #CultivaTober2020, another story that no one asked me. Incomplete for the lack of time.
Day 23: Butterfly
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A lot of people like to think that love comes before marriage, oftentimes it doesn't always work out that way.
Sometimes people get married because of different pressures and expectations put on them by society and their families, but that doesn't mean you can't find love in this kind of situation.
Lan Xichen didn’t expected falling in love with his husband.
They didn’t marry for love, actually they married to make a giant scam on their families.
It maybe be weird, but Lan Xichen was a gay man that came from a wealthy and traditional Chinese family where he managed the business extension abroad.
And as the current heir of the company after his father’s death, the elders didn’t liked when he came up openly about his homosexuality and they didn’t accept it. No matter how many times Xichen said them that he wouldn’t marry a man, they still wanted him very married to a lady from a good and
influential family.
One day Xichen got tired and said them clearly that he will just stay single, so they should stay out of his business.
That kind of worked for four years, until the last year when uncle Lan Qiren trapped him in a visit with a this “girl” that was the single “daughter” of one of their business allies and left them alone in a room.
Xichen looked at her, she was pretty indeed. His posture emitted an air of confidence and his almond gray eyes resembled storm clouds, like lighting bolts would appear in any moment to attack, her short black hair was pulled into a bun with a purple ribbon and she wore a big violet hoodie that covered all her body curves.
It was so obvious that neither of them wanted to be here.
Anyways, Xichen didn’t expected that this person would misunderstand the whole situation:
“Listen to me, because I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m a trans male and I’m not out of my family and I DON’T WANT to get married to you”, blunted out the person. “You don’t want to be married with me because I am a MAN, so just leave it!”
Lan Xichen blinked, really shocked.
Did she.... Did he really thought that I set up the visit?
“I don’t even like women, what do you mean?” Xichen babbled, confused at least.
The boy looked at him, suspicious.
“What did you said?”
Xichen massaged the left side of his forehead, without knowing if the should laugh or cry at the turn of the events. “Well, I’m gay.”
When he said it, he didn’t wanted to be funny.
He was serious.
“Oh my god,” mumbled the boy before to start laughing loudly. “My mom will die if she knows!”
At least one of them was having a good time, finding the whole thing hilarious.
Xichen didn’t noticed when he started to laugh too.
Well, could you blame him? This was so ridiculous. Yet, they ended being friends after that unfortunate turn of the events. They even exchanged numbers before to part away.
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“I knew it was her, she’s perfect. Well mannered and ...”
Uncle Qiren was delighted at the idea that Xichen was cured from homosexuality, the poor man still has hopes that he would change his mind and will fall in love with the little daughter of Jiang Fengmian haha.
If you only know, uncle. Thought Xichen, having a good time that night.
Unlike Wangji who seemed worried, he was his only support in those kinda family meetings.
“Brother.”
Xichen smiled at his brother, relieved that everything ended in good terms even if it was a disaster. “Don’t worry, Wangji. I know what I’m doing.”
He couldn’t be more wrong.
Wangji looked at him, unconvinced. “If you say so.”
However, Xichen didn’t overthink it in the moment because Jiang Wanyin was someone really nice to talk by the way, so he keep talking with him.
And they talked a lot through nine weeks.
What made both families to get excited at the match, they never got this far with any other candidates.
So they kept pushing them about marriage.
Xichen didn’t knew why, but one day they just accepted to marry each other. He remember that both were "like yeah, screw it" and that’s how they got quickly married in Yunmeng a summer day of August to get their families off of their backs.
Wanyin moved at Gusu with him and both pulled a giant scam on their families and got away with it.
No matter how you see it, it was a win-win situation. Wanyin lived his own life and take the guest room for himself while Xichen didn’t get more cutting remarks about being gay because he has a “wife” now.
Life was easygoing, so he let Wanyin cut his hair short and stop dressing feminine as his family forced him.
It was a little gesture, but that small change resulted in something unexpected.
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The things had been so smooth sailing between them that they even adopted a dog, Xichen was having a good time when he come to his house now that he has a roommate and a pet.
It felt more like a home than the place where he’s slept.
He didn’t noticed before, but his house didn’t felt like a home before he married.
Wanyin resume his university studies and made new friends, he was so comfortable and happy that he started to cooking dinner for both of them recently. Sometimes Xichen couldn’t eat with him because he returned at home passed by midnight, but he tried to return early at home to share at least a couple of dinners together at week.
That night Xichen got a little late, but Wanyin stayed with him in the dinning room. Looking him eat everything and even repeating a dish.
“Were you hungry, huh?”
Xichen was used to not talk when he eat because he was educated like that, but he found rude to not reply his husband at the same time. So he did an exception that night.
After all, Wanyin cooked that delicious food for him and waited for him.
“I didn’t have lunch today.”
Wanyin looked at him, with a bothered frown in his eyebrows. It reminded Xichen the first time that they share a dinner in home and he couldn’t stand the spicy food that Wanyin cooked.
That time he thought he would die, but he survived to Wanyin spicy food.
Now he’s getting to used to piquant food.
“I can cook your lunch.”
“You don’t have to do it, Wanyin.”
“What kind of husband am I if I left my spouse starving?” Wanyin teased him, smirking.
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Next morning Xichen didn’t expected that Wanyin would fulfill his word and made a lunch for him, even his coworkers seemed surprised to see him eating in his office instead to skipping the lunch when he had important meetings.
That day he had a meeting with Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao, so they planned to invite him to eat a hotpot without knowing that Xichen would refuse.
When they saw why he refused, they stayed to accompany him.
It seems that it was a friendship duty annoy at your recently married friends.
“Now Xichen-ge gots lovely lunchs made by his wife, I’m jealous”, said Jin Guangyao as he looked for food delivery on his telephone for him and Mingjue, they didn’t want to leave his friend alone if they could tease him.
Mingjue nudged at Xichen, grinning “As your childhood friend, I demand to be the godfather of your first child.”
“That’s unfair, Da-ge! Let Xichen-ge chose the godfather!!”
Xichen smiles nervously at his friends, feeling a cold sweet in this forehead.
“We are not having kids.”
Mingjue raised an eye brown, confused. “Why not?”
Xichen felt conflicted.
Well, these were his friends and he should trust them, right? He wasn’t ashamed of his husband, actually he felt proud that he could be himself since they met.
“Uhm, how I could say this? My “wife” is a trans male, so...”
“Oh.”
“It’s complicated, we got it.” Ends the conversation Jin Guangyao, putting a hand in Mingjue’s mouth.
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Months passed fast and it was December when Xichen realized that his husband started to getting closer to him.
Not like they were strangers before, but something changed after Christmas.
Wanyin started to watch tv with him in the sofa when Xichen was in home, eating with him every time they can, buying him stuff and even texting him more frequently, sending photos of him and Huan Huan when he go to walk their puppy. He even started staying in Xichen’s room to facetime his mom because she always complained about how he always facetimed alone so he came to Xichen bed to get him to say hi.
And after a while, Wanyin got tired to get out of Xichen’s bed to go back to his own to sleep, so he moved to Xichen room permanently.
Before Xichen knew, they escalated to cuddling awaken and sleeping.
Contrary to Xichen could think, it wasn’t that weird.
Actually it felt heartwarming to hold his tiny husband on his arms, specially when their puppy dog was in the middle of them. Enjoying the warm between his owners.
It made him feel something, but he wasn’t sure what.
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“When are you two going to give us a grandchild?” Wanyin’s mother asked them one day via facetime.
Wanyin went all red, screaming. “Mom!”
It was obvious that he didn’t wanted to have this conversation with his mother.
Xichen was beside him in the bed, working on his laptop before to speak in the name of the two. “We want to enjoy our youth first. So no kids for now.”
Hoping that Wanyin wouldn’t mind with his idea.
They didn’t talked about children, yet.
His mother-in-law sounded a bit beaten after that, but she insisted on encourage Wanyin to make his own family as if their dog wasn’t their son already.
When Wanyin cut the call, Xichen finished his work so he put the computer aside.
“Sorry, Xichen.”
“Why? It’s not your fault that your mother want another grandchild.”
Wanyin looked at him before sprawled out on top of him, doing random things and Xichen was unsure what it means. “Then, how many children do you want?”
He asked so suddenly that got Xichen out of guard.
“What?”
“I’m joking, do you want children anyways?”
He was always like that since they got close to each other last year, always joking around him.
Sometimes Xichen didn’t know if he was joking or being serious.
“I don’t know, I never thought about having kids.” Xichen blurt out of his mind, smiling at the thought that they have this level of communication to talk about things like this. “What about you?”
“We have Huan Huan, enough for me.”
“I don’t think your mother
“Well, Huan Huan would be the only grandson that I’m going to give her.”
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They almost kissed twice, one time when they were cuddling in the bed and the other one when Wanyin started sitting on Xichen’s lap, nuzzling him and stuff like that.
Their faces were so close that Xichen thought they were going to kiss.
It was so close that he could feel his hot breath, but then Wanyin went all red and jumped ship at the last minute. Xichen felt so disappointed that they didn't kissed already, but he thought that he understand why Wanyin might not kiss him.
He must be thinking that he doesn't want this or something like that.
Contrary to what people could think about his husband, Wanyin had the tendency to overthink things.
He still was working on this, but Xichen couldn’t handle with the self-isolation and the romantic? tension in the house every time he saw Wanyin flustering and getting shy around him.
It was odd after met the confident and a little arrogant side of his husband, so this new side made him feel things that he didn’t know he could feel for Wanyin.
Xichen even feel butterflies in the stomach every time they get close for any reason.
He just wants to kiss Wanyin so badly that he felt embarrassed.
He was so screwed.
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One day, Xichen couldn’t stand the situation anymore. He was still a little unsure about his own feelings so he talked long and tended with his friends at the bar about how he wants to take Wanyin on dates and kiss him and let him speak as much as he wants because Wanyin likes to talk about the things that he loves and how much he loves their dog, he could talk about Huan Huan all day and Xichen wouldn't mind, he loves their puppy too.
In the end, he ended asking advice to asking his husband out.
“I want him be happy and I want myself be happy. So how can I ask my literal husband of nine months to be in an actual relationship with me?”
"Talk to him. Tell him what you’re feeling. Ask if he feels the same way," said Mingjue.
“You made it sound that simple, Da-ge.”
"I think you should let him know that you’re open to having a more intimate relationship. It seems he’s feeling something too since he’s cuddling you,” added Jin Guangyao.
“I don’t know what to do.”
Mingjue take a a big sip of wine before to talk again. “Just close your eyes and jump, man. You got this."
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