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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[JC and OYZ bonding time]

Jiang Cheng + Juniors | Mo Dao Zu Shi 12-07-2021

[200 followers] [#jiangcheng and #ouyangzizhen bonding time]

What about oyz feeling slightly left out when they happen to be with jc? Like everyone else in the quartet somewhat has links to him.

The more obvious one is jl, as he is directly related to jc by being his nephew. He had years of knowing the man and being someone important to the sect leader. Of the four of them, he is the closest and the more familiar with jc.

Lsz is close to what wwx and lwj could call a son. Shuangjie has started to talk again, trying to get over some shit from the past by /actually/ communicating, and jc is starting to be to lsz an equivalent of what wwx is to jl.

Ljy, even if he stretches a bit, can also be seen as closer than he is to jc. The lan have more direct contact with the jiang than the ouyang do. By being one of lsz close friends for longer than them and probably even lxc adopted son. Plus, he has the feeling lan disciple might have gone to lp in the past a couple of times.

And it leaves him, oyz of the baling ouyang sect, kind of left somewhere he feels like he cannot really enter. He never really had the time to be left alone with jc or be around him much to get close to him. And they are often at lotus pier when they follow jl there!

He knows the man is nicer than he seems to be at first glance, that him being from a smaller and lesser-known sect (and being the heir of the said sect) wouldn’t be a problem either. He just feels like sometimes he cannot reach the older man because he doesn’t have any reason to, other than being one of jl friends (which he sometimes feels he is not the closest either).

He simply never had the time nor the “reason” to ask times from jc to better know him. Then one day, as he woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep, he decided to go see the pier. He has been in lotus pier many times before, but he never really got the chance to see them (and he knows many of them a commune pier).

But he does get a little bit lost since he’s not familiar to the place and ends up at a pier that seems strangely retreated from others, but the view here is pretty good so he does decide to stay a tiny bit longer to enjoy it before trying to go back on his track.

“ouyang zizhen?”

He freezes when he hears the familiar voice, turning around quickly to see jc walking the pier towards him, his robes the most casual he has ever seen him in before. Looks like someone taking a morning walk, but even then, it looks a bit too casual for a sect leader walking around the place.

“S-sorry, I wanted to go see the sunrise at the pier and got lost, I am not sure where in lotus pier I am” he says, although he is starting to have an idea of which one it might be.

“You are at my private pier” jc points out, a small smile on his lips as oyz gets a bit more nervous about it, apologising again about intruding on his private pier like this. Jc gently waves him off about it.

“Why don’t you join me? I was about to have some tea while enjoying the quietness of the morning before duty calls me again”.

Oyz isn’t sure if he should accept, but at the same time, he feels it would be impolite to refuse so he joins jc for his morning tea.

They first sit in silence, enjoying the warm tea, the rising sun, the gentle sound of birds chirping. It nearly feels surreal, sitting down with sect leader jiang to drink tea as the man is dressed so casually, hair fully down, a contrast to his usual tight bun.

“I heard you started taking more responsibility back at home, how are you doing?” jc asked, oyz a bit surprised by the sudden question. But it did help him calm his nerves a bit more, having the older sect leader being the one to start the contact like this.

“I’m slowly learning, my father was a bit hesitant at first, but I believe I am proving I can be a good sect leader too” oyz replied with a small smile.

He felt like he might not be as great as jc seemed to be, but he was trying his best and wanted to treat his sect disciple with the same care jc gives to the ymj disciples.

“Being a good sect leader is something that we learn with time, I am sure you will be able to do great” jc replied, smiling a bit. He felt like the sect leader wasn’t telling this simply to flatter him, he was being honest with him.

“If you ever need help, do not hesitate to come to me on a-ling" jc added with a small smile, turning to him, “I know you have the potential to be a good and kind sect leader”.

Oyz blushed a bit at this, not expecting to be praised like this, as he thought he was doing an alright job. “I will remember that,” he said, jc humming in response. This lazy and calm morning to idly talk at the pier while everyone else was still asleep managed to break to ice a bit, making oyz more comfortable around jc than he was before.

He slowly started interacting more casually with the man, a bit shy at first when asking questions about sect management (his father’s ways were a bit old-fashioned and he wanted to include newer ways of doing things).

More than once afterwards did oyz went to drink some tea with jc at the pier, something talking about things and events, other times simply enjoying the sound of the water running under them and the chirping of birds.

Oyz wasn’t feeling as out of place as he did in the past, more at ease now that this seemingly invisible wall had been taken down.

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battleguqin · 2 months

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”Sizhui.” It’s not often that when they travel they’re alone, usually Lan Wangji has at least Lan Jingyi or one of the other disciples with them. A lot of time, actually, they even end up stuck with Jin Rulan somehow. With some luck, surprisingly, this time it had just been the two of them.

Lan Wangji isn’t good with his words, this is something both of them and entirety of the Cloud Recesses is aware. Somehow, being quiet makes him come off as conceited, narcissistic and cold. The last one, at least, he can see within himself. The others? There is a rule against being such ways and he doesn’t believe himself to have broken it yet.

With Lan Sizhui alone with him, he wanted to try and convey something though. So, while they walked along the beaten, dirt road, Hanguang-Jun paused in his steps and turned to face the young man. Already, he’s grown so much. The little, dirty boy, he had carried home from the Burial Mounds had turned into such a kind and capable young man.

Many times he sees Wei Wuxian in him. In the way he acted and how much of himself he gives to others. Ironically, he can also see a frightening amount of himself in him too. It makes him wonder, some days, if he was to harsh with him.

He can still smile though, and that is something he takes comfort in.

Lan Wangji took a breath and tucked his left hand behind his back, watching the boy he had raised as best he could. The boy he had named for the emotions that have held his heart in captivity for years. He is everything to Lan Wangji, and he would give whatever he could for him. To protect what was left of Wei Wuxian and everything he sacrificed for.

“I am proud of you.”

The young man was always attentive but when it was just he and his baba he was by far more at ease. He did not have to focus his attention on those who were less alert. It was always a pleasure to have him there with him. It was like a family outing. Not that Sizhui regretted spending time with Jingyi or the other juniors. He knew that Jin Ling liked the acceptance he found with them. None of them cared that Jin Ling was a future Sect Leader, it did not matter with Ouyang Zizhen when he could get away and it did not matter with A-Ling either.

At the call of his name Lan Sizhui turned his attention to the man who had raised him and lips curved up at the side. as he adjusted his guqin across his back. Giving him his attention to see what was needed. If someone were to speak ill of Lan Wangji it was absolutely certain Sizhui would correct them. Nothing of his baba was arrogant, arrogance was against Sect Rules. He was a good leader even though he did not have a lot to say. All of the juniors looked up to him, he was not on a pedestal . He was approachable and kind within the things he was most comfortable with. He had the right to not like someone and he had the right to not indulge someone's haughtiness.

The young man paused turning his blade rested against his shoulder as he folded his arms around it looking at him curiosity etched on his features.

Sizhui had developed his own views, his own morale. He knew what was right and what was wrong. He trusted in the teachings of his Sect and he was bright. He was able to form his own views and had been given those tools. He embodied the view Wei Wuxian had spoken of without knowing. Attempt the impossible. It was also Jin Ling's jiujiu's sect motto. Sizhui felt it was the role of a cultivator, they were to defend the weak, protect those that were in need and above all else be kind. It was what was right. Which is where he felt he was like Lan Zhan. He was upright and loyal. More so, he was noble without the arrogance of someone who knew they were as good as he was. Restraint was important as well.

The young man overachieved for reasons even he didn't fully understand, part had been fears of being put out of the Sect if he had not proved good enough. The other part was just a desire to learn and protect. Grand Uncle had said he was the best of his generation. He was head disciple, but the boy didn't take too much into the title. He was proud, without being full of himself. It was why he balked at Sect Leader Yao and his juniors who acted much like their sect leader.

Sizhui was happy he had been a happy child once he had gotten over the skittishness of being a tiny boy in a huge Sect. Even when eyes turned to look at him knowing that he belonged to the Second Jade. He put his best foot forward. Little Sizhui had disliked loud noises and startled easily. It was something that took him years to conquer but conquer it he did. Though he owed that to Jingyi. Who had been the loudest Lan A-Yuan had ever met.

The smile brightened greatly and he felt heat flood his cheeks. The smile took in his eyes as well and he bowed his head."Thank you, baba." he whispered. Sizhui rarely used the endearment in his older years because he understood that Hanguang-jun belonged to the Sect and he must share him. "All I have wanted was to make you proud and help others."

To Sizhui he was the world. He loved the man unconditionally and he had always done his very best to live up to the standards placed to him. He still lived at home even though he was getting old enough to be on his own. It had never struck Sizhui that he should move. He would with time. He just liked the comfort of knowing if the nightmares came, that he could go listen to Inquiry being played by his skilled father.

@guqinstrings

#Verse: Horizon of A New Day #guqinstrings #Lan Wangji #( aww my heart)#Sizhui smile could rival the sun

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ladysunamireads · 6 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Wangxian #♥#Wangxian #Lan Yuan #Lan Jingyi #Jin Ling #MDZS #⚣#⚔️#R:T #Modern AU #Ghost AU #A:Flowersheep

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weiwuxian-lanzhan · 3 years

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Ouyang Zizhen

#the untamed #theuntamededit #ouyang zizhen #others #cql #my gifs #ask and you shall receive #I love ouyang zizhen #underrated junior #he's adorable #and WAY better than his father #you can be better than your parents #ouyang zizhen proves that

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zhuilingyizhen · 4 years

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jl not knowing how to friend is just. canon for me. the first time he meets someone around his age who isn’t attempting to use his status or bully him is oyzz, and they rarely see each other. it’s very sad. so all he really has is fairy. fairy is pretty much his only friend until he starts night hunts w/ the lans. at the beginning he just kinda sticks with oyzz, but eventually he warms up to lsz. he’s not 100% sure about ljy yet, but he knows that ljy doesn’t mean any real harm. he gets much closer to oyzz, but still feels jealousy over the two lans & their close-ness. he doesn’t say anything bc he isn’t gonna try to lose the two friends he just made. eventually, probably much later when he grows more in his friendship with them, he gets over it. lsz probably knew but didn’t exactly know what to do & ljy is an oblivious boi.

#jl doesn’t know how to friend prove me wrong #mdzs #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #mo dao zu shi #headcanons #mdzs headcanons #wait thats like a decent fic premise 🤔

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cinnamonandpancakes · 3 years

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Nie Huaisang and Qin Su don’t kiss on-screen, but they kiss in my brain and that’s more important :3

#the untamed #you can't prove I'm posting here because my phone is turned off you know nothing #anyway #non exhaustive list of other characters who kiss in my brain: lan xichen and pretty much every other character.#nie mingjue and pretty much every other character #wen qing and jin zixuan but jin zixuan is transfem and wen qing is bisexual #jiang cheng and every other character #jiang yanli and every other character #agender nie mingjue and genderqueer lan xichen!!!!#Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen and also AJing

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hishoukoku · 3 years

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Nie Huaisang's Master Plan

I've seen a few misunderstandings regarding Nie Huaisang's role in uncovering the murder of his brother, Nie Mingjue.

I wanted to go through a brief summary his entire master plan, that he carefully thought out, chronologically, since he deserves a LOT more credit than he's given.

~~The events follow the novel story-line solely!~~

Under the cut of course, because it's quite long~!

We know and love how Nie Huaisang is first presented in his comical, innocent even scaredy facade. He is not known to put that much effort into cultivation and his studies results (especially at Cloud Recesses) are exceedingly poor.

He’s also always gladly participating in Wei Wuxian's shenanigans, indulging in drinking nights and pranks + that small fact abt him owning an entire library of pornography.

Worth mentioning, that Nie Huaisang has always shown interest in demonic cultivation when Wei Wuxian first mentioned it. Especially since he wasn't adept at cultivating himself, which proves he was already ready to use all the means/short-cuts necessary to achieve his goals.

(This is presented solely from his POV but a bit of background of each situation is needed, yet I will try not to go into too many details and keep it NHS centric as parts of his plan are unfolded, which is why other main story elements are naturally skipped)!

His plans begins after his brother Nie Mingjue's death through qi deviation.

Nie Huaisang naturally becomes the new Qinghe Nie sect leader. He is still unwilling to cultivate the saber, lest the same fate befalls him, as previous Nie sect leaders have also lost their lives through qi deviation.

When Nie Huaisang notices that his brother's corpse has gone missing, he begins his search. He is only able to track down his left arm that he can neither suppress nor control.

Thus, his first goal is to find the remaining pieces.

His plan unravels chronologically as follows. step by step:

step 1. MO XUANYU

Nie Huaisang seeks out the traumatized Mo Xuanyu and goads him to perform the sacrificial summon with the incentive of revenge against his abusive family to summon Wei Wuxian back from the dead.

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step 2. MO VILLAGE

Nie Huaisang lets Nie Mingjue's left arm loose in Mo village when the Lan juniors (Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi) arrive to help solve the issue of increased number of fierce corpses recently. Nie Mingjue's left arm ends up claiming the lives of all of Mo Xuanyu's aggressors; Mo Ziyuan, Madam Mo, her husband and A-tong, hence freeing Wei Wuxian from the debt of the sacrificial summon by fulfilling Mo Xuanyu's wish for revenge.

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step 3. THE BODY PARTS SEARCH.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s search for the other body parts begins:

The left arm is taken to the Gusu Lan sect and it directs them north-west, to Qinghe. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji encounter Nie Huaisang who tells them about the "Man-eating castle" which is revealed to be the Nie Sect’s Ancestral Hall.

Backstory: The sabers cultivated by the Qinghe Nie Clan became strong enough to have a desire to kill evil spirits on their own even of their owners' died. As this created even more bloodshed, the sixth head of the Nie Clan came up with a plan to appease them. He built a tomb for the sabres with a number of corpses that were going to turn into fierce corpses. This way, the sabres could continue to fight with evil spirits even after their owners' deaths.

-> Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji discover the legs of the corpse in the wall of this Nie Sect’s Ancestral Hall

->The left arm then points to Yueyang next, where they witness the torso of the corpse being dug up by an unknown Gravedigger (who turns out to be Su She)

->Lan Wangji finds the corpse's right arm in Yi City after splitting up with Wei Wuxian.

-> The corpse reassembles itself in a headless body in a garden in Tanzhou. After fighting the corpse and playing 'Rest' to appease it, Lan Xichen recognizes its movements as that of his sworn brother. Nie Mingjue.

4. GETTING THE JUNIORS TO YI CITY

Nie Huaisang goes to great lengths to lure the junior disciples into Yi City.

It is presumed that technically he would go that far as to put the blame on Jin Guangyao quicker, if the juniors were to die at the hands of Xue Yang, which shows how strong his resolve is.

Nie Huaisang first targets Jin Ling, in an inn located in Qinghe, by nailing a dead black cat to the door of his room and a pool of blood outside as he wakes up. This happens night after night, despite him going from inn to inn, which eventually prompts him to investigate.

At the same time, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen and a few other juniors had been night-hunting in Langya. They first find the head of a cat in their soup, and then the corpse of a cat in their beds. This prompts them as well to investigate, ultimately meeting up with Jin Ling.

Ultimately as they met, Nie Huaisang disguises himself as a hunter from a nearby village to point them accurately, directly towards Yi City, which was his goal for this part of the plan.

5. SISI & BICAO

Nie Huaisang frees Sisi and asks Bicao to inform Qin Su about her true relationship with her husband Jin Guangyao. Qin Su receives the letter the night before the Discussion Conference, which makes her take her own life.

6. MENG SHI’S GRAVE

(Jin Guangyao buries Nie Mingjue's head in an iron box with Meng Shi's body in Guanyin Temple.)

Thus, it's Nie Huaisang who retrieves the head and removes Meng Shi's body, placing a poisonous trap in its place.

7. THE LETTER -> second Burial Mounds siege

Nie Huiasang sends Jin Guangyao a letter warning him that he will expose all his secrets in seven days.

!This triggers the Second Siege of the Burial Mounds. Jin Guangyao uses the Stygian Tiger seal to control the corpses there and Su She seals the cultivators' spiritual power. After Wei Wuxian’s thorough analysis in front of the hundreds of cultivators present, Su She reveals himself as Jin Guangyao's accomplice.

8. LOTUS PIER

As the cultivators recover after the second siege and go to Yunmeng, at Lotus Pier, Bicao and Sisi (instructed previously by Nie Huaisang) arrive to tell their stories:

> Sisi tells how Jin Guangyao murdered his father Jin Guangshan

> and Bicao tells how Jin Guangyao's wife Qin Su was his own sister.

Hearing this, the clans begin to plot his downfall furthermore.

9. GUANYIN TEMPLE

Despite popular belief Nie Huaisang isn't captured against his will or helpless at Guanyin Temple. Everything he planned for Guanyin temple was extremely deliberate and well thought out as it's the final piece of the puzzle.

His plans were as follows:

He released Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse onto Yunping to hunt down Jin Guangyao

He was willingly "captured" by Su She to play on Jin Guangyao’s pity through seeing him defenseless and scared

He deliberately allowed Su She to cut his leg because Nie Mingjue’s fierce corpse can still sense that his brother is hurt

He also uses his leg wound at the very end, by overreacting to the pain, distracting Lan Xichen from a very wounded Jin Guangyao, so that he makes him think he attacked him from behind. This results in Lan Xinchen stabbing his dear sworn brother, ultimately leading to Jin Guangyao’s death.

Wei Wuxian pieces it all together at the end, deducting the lengths Nie Huaisang went to and the magnitude of his plan.

#nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #wei wuxian #my mdzs meta #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #nie huaisang meta

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tangledinmdzs · 3 years

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blood thicker than water, junior quartet hcs

juniors reaction to you receiving a punishment that you don’t deserve

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

The Lan elders have come to the conclusion that you are responsible for the death of an elder after serving them tea and since you have not responded accordingly to interrogation, they will to execute the punishment of the discipline plank

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

Lan Sizhui

you’re kneeled at the front of the headmaster’s quarters, head bowed

Lan Qiren looks down at you, a deep set frown on his face

“to think that you were a guest with us”

there’s so much disappointment in his voice, it reminds you of your sect

you clutch you hands in you lap together

you were never scared of punishment

you were more scared of being wronged

and despite the pleas that you had shared, once fingers were pointed it was hard to evade the eyes that scorned you

“Great-Uncle please, let me take over the investigation. i promise i will handle this and bring justice to the right people”

Lan Qiren’s raised hand silences Sizhui’s words, and you close your eyes, letting out a soft breath

it was useless

there was no way for you to speak for yourself

not when all the evidence led up to you

and even though you didn’t do anything wrong

“y/n would never murder any one, Great Uncle, please look into this again,”

you’ve never heard Sizhui refer to Lan Qiren in that way,

“Sizhui, you have too many personal biases to complete a thorough explanation,

“y/n will serve the punishment,”

“Great Uncle!” Sizhui pleads,

and you take in a deep breath

“i accept my punishment,” you say, because there was no way out for you

“you are dismissed,”

and you know that Lan Qiren’s words are only meant for Sizhui

your teary eyes are on the floor,

so you don’t see Sizhui’s pained eyes on you as he is escorted out

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Lan Jingyi

Jingyi ran, nearly barreling through small crowds of people as he tried to find you

there was just no way, there was no way that you were responsible for this

how could you have killed someone, let alone someone you barely knew

running has always been forbidden in his home, but all the rules of his home seemed for null when they were used to oppress the weak

and wrong the right

Jingyi runs up to the pavilion, knocking his way through the small crowd of disciples standing there to watch, and be responsible for your punishment

you’re kneeled in front of the senior disciples, head bowed

even when you had begged, stared into their eyes

they still continued to condemn you

so simply you kneel, close your eyes as you wait for the discipline board to come down on you

you flinch as you catch the moving of a disciple close to you

but just as you’re about to get hit,

you hear the board collide with something else

you look up, eyes widening in surprise at Jingyi standing behind you, his arm blocking the first hit

the disciples hold back, as Jingyi takes a deep breath and kneels down beside you

you turn to fully look at him, but you can only speak to his profile

since he won’t look at you in the eye

“please leave,” you beg Jingyi,

“i won’t leave when you have been wronged like this, the investigation is incomplete, they cannot condemn you”

Jingyi says the last part loudly, makes some of the elders stare at him

“you don’t deserve this,” you tell Jingyi

“neither do you”

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Jin Ling

“Halt!”

this wasn’t by any means his sect

everyone was surprised

the elders look up,

the crowd surrounding the pavilion moving apart as Jin Ling steps through,

though he was young,

he was a Sect Leader, and that honor was not easily dismissed

“Sect Leader Jin,”

Jin Ling ignores the greetings, gets to your kneeled form and helps you up,

“Sect Leader-”

“y/n has been wronged, and i will not stand here and let the innocent be punished,” Jin Ling interrupts,

and the elders begin spurting out all the evidence that has already been placed against you,

but Jin Ling ignores everyone, catches your tired, eyes

from sleepless worry filled nights

he holds your hand, warm in between his palm

“you are not wrong,” Jin Ling tells you

reminds you

because it is hard to believe otherwise when that’s all you’ve been told,

you feel a gentle squeeze against your shoulders,

one that gets you to finally look up at him

“you are not wrong, and i will prove that,” Jin Ling promises you

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Ouyang Zizhen

“please don’t go...you didn’t do anything wrong” Zizhen would plead to you

and he knew that you were at no fault

you had an alibi, he was you alibi

“they haven’t believed anything i’ve said. i might as well just accept this punishment and get it over with,” you sigh out, turning away from him to go to where you are being requested

but Zizhen catches your wrist, holds you from taking another step to the door

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” Zizhen asserts, though his voice is shaky

his eyes are welling up with tears that you hate to see,

especially when they are for you

“it will be alright,”you tell him, even though you’re not quite sure that it will be that way

the punishment for murder was not light, especially in a sect as righteous as Gusu Lan

and though you have done no wrong

it seems that there was someone else that had planned accordingly

for you to take the blame

“give me more time, i’ll get to the bottom of this,” Zizhen begs you, turns you to face him

he watches the tears leave your eyes,

meets your sad, but accepting eyes when you look up to him

“they’ll come find me sooner or later, i’m not afraid, because i’ve done nothing wrong,” you tell him

a shaky reassurance to him

and yourself

you take his hands off your arms and turn away

and Zizhen’s heart break

#mdzs #mdzs junior headcanons #mdzs junior quartet #mdzs canon au #mdzs au #mdzs jin ling x reader #mdzs jingyi x reader #mdzs lan sizhui x reader #mdzs ouyang zizhen x reader #lan sizhui x reader #lan jingyi x reader #mdzs scenarios #mdzs imagine #mdzs reaction #mdzs reader insert #tangledwriting

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chocolatebanditplaidtoad · 2 years

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Prompt:

Wei Ying gets hit with a curse during a night hunt which only allows him to speak the truth and Jiang Wǎnyín decides that he can no longer hold it back.

"A selfish sacrifice! That's what you made! I needed you wei wuxian! We were supposed to be the twin prides!", Jiang wanyin screams at his former brother after pulling him by his collar. He blamed the afformentioned for everything where his life had gone wrong.

Wei Ying's face remained neutral for some reason. Almost as though he knew that his brother was going to come up with something like this to spout. A small chuckle left his lips, there was no malicious intent in that smile. Who knew that the feared yiling laozu could look so innocent whilst his brother held him in a choke hold.

"your mother asked me to take care of you. Even if I had to die. Didn't you always tell me this sect leader Jiang? 'pay your debts' wasn't I doing what I was told? Like a loyal servant to the Yunmeng Jiang?"

Wei Ying whispered back each words landing like a stone on Jiang wanyin's heart which suddenly ached.

"I did what I had to. I protected the wen remnants not because I owed them my life.", Wei Wuxian said with a malicious smile proving that he was indeed the yiling laozu who did not let anybody bulldoze him.

"I protected them because they saved your life. If it weren't for that man who you curse out everyday for killing your nephews father, you wouldn't have been alive to see the next days day light let alone your nephew, who you abuse in the name of parenting."

He was going all down today.

Wei Ying tilted his head and enjoyed the look of absolute terror seen on his former brother's face. He enjoyed every ounce of it. What did he have to lose anymore? The man in front of him was sect leader Jiang, a power hungry man who loved to use his name for all the atrocities he caused to his own people. Not his brother. He'd be ashamed to call himself that.

"wasn't I paying your debts hmm? Wasn't I doing what I was asked to? Isn't it what you wanted from the start? To pay back the debts. And so i did, Jiang cheng. I paid back whatever I could. Even when I felt myself being torn apart i kept it in my mind the entire time."

He inched closer to the man's ears and barked out a laugh upon seeing how pale he looked. Like a fish gasping for breath on land. That's just how he looked as he was given a taste of the wrong words he decided to spout.

The Lan cultivators did not move limb to pull the man back and take him back to Gusu so that they can cure the curse. They were all too immersed into the argument. The boy Lan Sīzhuī seemed to be enjoying it the most, the smile on his face was proof enough.

"let it all be in the past. I said that so that you don't have to see this day."

Jiang cheng's hands loosened up around his collar and went limp as he took a few steps back. Wei Ying's face went back to the way it was, emotionless with no semblance of self restraints anymore. He turned around after giving the sect leader a side eye and walked away. The juniors followed him silently and scurried away quick without sparing him a look.

"all it took was a curse. If hanguang Jun was here we could have actually seen him smiling today.", Jingyi whispered to ouyang zizhen who agreed with him.

Wei Ying who was walking with a mantou in his hand frowned taking a bite into it.

'What curse? ' he thought.

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See I tagged my post. Please don't be an ass and tag your stuff. It isn't hard. (for any person who believes that tagging is stupid.)

#anti jiang cheng #the untamed juniors #mdzs

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Persuasion AU pt12 / On A03

It greatly amused Lan Xichen to see how startled Nie Huaisang was to find him still in the Unclean Realm when he returned from his dozen of days in the Burial Mounds. Accurate as Nie Huaisang’s predictions had been for other things, Lan Xichen was happy to disappoint him this time. There was after all a certain pleasure in having proof that he wasn’t the only one to have been unsure that the old flame they had shared still lingered. The hopeful, almost shy, way Nie Huaisang looked at Lan Xichen upon finding him in his home was a stark contrast with the confident way he had acted around Lan Jingyi only mere weeks before, and Lan Xichen did not doubt which attitude denoted the truest depth of feelings.

Had they been alone, Lan Xichen would have finally had the courage to speak plainly and openly to Nie Huaisang. But as was their curse since they had been reintroduced to each other, they were instead surrounded by others. Nie Mingjue was there of course, just as amused as Lan Xichen to see his brother’s surprise at the sight of their guest. But while Nie Mingjue would have certainly been only too happy to give them any privacy they might need, Nie Huaisang hadn’t returned from the Burial Mounds alone. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were with him, as well as the Wen siblings, because Wen Qing wanted to check on her patient.

“Lan Da-ge you’re everywhere these days!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed with delight upon noticing Lan Xichen. “And I bet we’ll see you again when your little cousin will marry, eh? You’ve heard about that, haven’t you?”

Lan Xichen confirmed that he had, and couldn’t help a glance at Nie Huaisang. Even if he now doubted there had been any serious feelings on either end, being so easily replaced might still sting. But Nie Huaisang seemed perfectly fine hearing about that, proving once and for all that he'd never seen Lan Jingyi as more than a passing flirtation. In fact, once Nie Mingjue and Wen Qing had left together, Nie Huaisang invited everyone to join him for some tea in the garden, since the weather was so nice, and it was him who encouraged Wei Wuxian to give Lan Xichen all the details of Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen’s unexpected romance.

Wei Wuxian was only too happy to oblige, telling the whole thing with a sense of drama and an intensity that the story might not have deserved. Sometimes, Lan Wangji quietly corrected a detail that had been too exaggerated, or Wen Ning whispered that Wei Wuxian couldn’t know something because he hadn’t been there, but on the whole they were all too caught up with that tale to really care about dramatic licence. Lan Xichen was still surprised at the speed at which the two boys had fallen for each other, but it seemed to him that they were well matched, and hearing how Lan Jingyi had apparently started reading more, how Ouyang Zizhen apparently acted with less melancholy these days, gave him great hopes for their future together.

An opinion that Wei Wuxian shared, though he also expressed great disappointment in Lan Jingyi for being so inconsistent with his affections.

“I suppose the Lans are just fickle in love,” Wei Wuxian laughed when he had finished his story. “Except for Lan Zhan of course,” he quickly added with a besotted smile directed at his husband. “But for a sect whom everyone claims to feel the strongest love, I am not so impressed.”

“I think you are unfair to our sect,” Lan Xichen replied, more amused than insulted. “Are you judging all of us based on one boy’s behaviour, and one who might never have felt more than infatuation until he met the person most right for him?”

“Lan Da-ge, are you going to debate me on this?” Wei Wuxian asked with barely restrained glee and Lan Xichen, who had seen his brother-in-law get into frequent arguments with all the people he loved best, smiled upon feeling himself included in that category.

“Perhaps I will.”

“Excellent! Lan Da-ge, I think your sect likes to have a virtuous reputation, which is why they never take concubines, but I’m not sure that your reputation for romance is deserved. Sure, Lan Zhan is the living embodiment of everything that Gusu Lan claims to stand for, but we both know he is the exception more than the rule. When I was studying in Gusu, I’ve seen boys who were no more serious than the ones back home in Yunmeng, flirting with girls and boys as soon as the teachers turned their backs, never caring about anything steady. And now Lan Jingyi, though a charming boy, is just as fickle as anyone else.”

“Certainly, like anyone else, we might have passing affections,” Lan Xichen agreed, “fickle feelings that do not last. It is human nature. Still, our sect has always prided itself in its capacity for love, in its bond to those we chose as our cultivation partner, once they are truly chosen.”

“Could the same not be said of anyone?” Wei Wuxian teased. “Most people, once they find the right person, or persons, will be faithful to them.”

“If they can have that person, yes. But most people will also move on if they know their beloved is uninterested, or if that person has died. For us Lans, that is not an option. A Lan who has found his true cultivation partner will never again consider another, not even when all hope is lost, not even if that person favours another. Once a Lan loves, they love with all their heart, with all their life, and until death. It is our way.”

Wei Wuxian was silenced by that declaration, and turned to his husband with an air of awe, only for Lan Wangji to calmly nod. Without meaning to, Lan Xichen’s eyes wandered as well, quickly fixing themselves on Nie Huaisang, only to find him staring back. Back in the Burial Mounds, Lan Xichen would have been mortified to realise that Nie Huaisang had been listening. Even as recently as during that conference in Yunmeng, he would have been terrified to have shown too much emotion. This time, however, Lan Xichen held Nie Huaisang’s stare without flinching, and it was Nie Huaisang who looked away first, his cheeks colouring as he quickly excused himself, using the excuse of some urgent chore he had only just remembered to abandon his friends in the gardens.

Nobody except Lan Xichen seemed to link Nie Huaisang leaving so suddenly and the conversation that had just happened. Instead Wei Wuxian started joking about the fact that Nie Huaisang had changed so little since their days in Gusu, that he was as forgetful as ever and still so worried about upsetting his brother. From there, the discussion started shifting to Nie Mingjue’s health, and Wei Wuxian grew more serious, asking Lan Xichen for his opinion, and whether he thought some of Gusu Lan’s songs might not help Nie Mingjue, the same way they had helped Lan Qiu.

That topic was still being discussed the following day, with Wen Qing and Nie Mingjue himself brought into the conversation over breakfast. Nie Mingjue expressed doubts, but made it clear he was willing to try, especially if it meant that Lan Xichen would visit frequently to administer that new treatment. They were still talking about this as the servants took away the remnants of breakfast when Nie Huaisang announced that he was getting tired of such serious topics, and that he needed to go check on his birds, who surely would not bore him as much as all this medical talk.

“You still keep birds?” Lan Xichen asked, oddly pleased at the idea that Nie Huaisang might have retained something of his youthful enjoyments, when he had lost so many.

“Yes, of course I do. I still have some of those I showed you, that time you’d visited. Do you remember my mynah?”

“I do, and I would love to see it again, if you ever have time to give me a tour of your aviary.”

Ignoring Nie Mingjue’s amused smirk, Nie Huaisang announced that he might have time for it just then, if Lan Xichen could be spared, if he would not rather stay with the others and talk about songs and medicine. Lan Xichen assured him that the others could spare him, which Nie Mingjue confirmed, and so Nie Huaisang and him left together.

As they walked, neither seemed to know what to say. A few times Lan Xichen wanted to speak, but now that they finally were alone, now that it was unlikely anyone would interrupt them, he found himself too overwhelmed by emotions to talk. In the past, it had often been Nie Huaisang who had taken the lead in their romance, in spite of being the youngest, being also the boldest between them. Nie Huaisang’s being silent now made Lan Xichen worry once more that perhaps he had misunderstood the other man’s feelings.

By the time they reached Nie Huaisang’s little aviary, Lan Xichen was feeling quite awkward, but seeing the birds, and more importantly seeing Nie Huaisang among his birds calmed some of his anxieties. Like this, among those animals he loved so much, Nie Huaisang wasn’t the cold veteran he’d acted as in the Burial Mounds, nor the pampered young lord he’d shown in Yunmeng. He was merely Nie Huaisang, silly and serious and happy, and Lan Xichen loved him. The silence, the awkwardness no longer mattered. Words were not needed. Lan Xichen allowed himself to merely enjoy the moment, admiring the birds and complimenting them for how healthy they looked, how pleasant their songs, how beautiful their feathers, all while Nie Huaisang remained quiet.

“I used to be very angry at you,” Nie Huaisang then said after a long silence, while watching Lan Xichen coo as his precious mynah, which had always been his clear favourite among his birds. Lan Xichen, surprised, looked away from the bird, expecting to see traces of that anger on Nie Huaisang’s face, but found the other man perfectly calm instead as he went on: “In fact, I was furious when you rejected me, when you refused to fight at Da-ge’s side. I thought I would hate you for the rest of my life. I told myself you were dead to me. Whenever Wangji talked about you being in seclusion, about you looking unwell those few times he’d seen you, I told myself I was glad you were suffering, that I only wished I could see how miserable you were. I thought that was the only thing that could make me happy. But then we met again in the Burial Mounds, and you did look miserable, and I realised I hated it. To see you so unwell, to find you so sad… it made me want to make you smile, just like when we were young. How awful of you, to have carved for yourself such a nest in my heart that I can only hate you if you are far away.”

“I certainly deserved your anger.”

“And I deserve yours as well, for the way I acted when we were in Yiling,” Nie Huaisang claimed with a wry smile. “How you put up with me flirting with your cousin in that manner, I cannot understand it. It was truly shameful of me, and I have no excuse, except for the fact that it gave me something to do whenever I wanted to talk to you. Every time I joked with Lan Jingyi, every time I went for a walk with him and Wen Yuan, it was because I could feel myself not only forgiving you for breaking my heart once, but even falling for you again. But of course, I’ve never been very good at learning my lessons,” he said with a forced laugh. “And I did fall again. I fell when I saw you care for your niece. I fell when I heard you give your cousin the advice no one was kind enough to give you in your youth. I fell when I saw how sincerely it hurt you to have hurt me. Above all else I fell when I realised that our years apart had changed you so little, and yet what change they brought only served to improve everything I had always loved about you.”

“Huaisang…”

“I do love you,” Nie Huaisang said, almost defiant now. “Perhaps us Nie do not love as steadily as Lans, perhaps I am not the person after whom there will never be any others for you, but still I love you, and I do not believe I could ever love any others. I love you and if you think you might ever give me another chance…”

“There is no need for a second chance,” Lan Xichen replied, “because I never stopped loving you.”

“Never?” Nie Huaisang asked, breathless.

“Never.”

“Then I am truly unworthy of you,” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, even as he took Lan Xichen’s hands in his. “Did you not even hate me when you saw me flirting with another? You were so cold to me in Yiling, I thought you had to hate me, I thought you had to regret what we’d once shared.”

“I was upset that you loved another, that you had moved on when I couldn’t. But no, I never hated you. I don’t think I could. I love you, Nie Huaisang, and I am yours now, just as I was yours all those years ago.”

“I love you, Lan Huan,” Nie Huaisang replied, squeezing his hands. “I loved you even when I wanted to hate you. How rude of you, to be so easy to love!”

Lan Xichen laughed at the air of affected indignation on Nie Huaisang’s face and, unable to restrain himself a moment more, pulled the other man closer so that he could kiss him. After so long, Lan Xichen had expected it might be awkward to kiss Nie Huaisang again, but instead he found it as easy as breathing, their lips fitting together as naturally as they had done in their youth while they linked their fingers and clung to each other.

“Well, now I suppose you have to marry me,” Nie Huaisang laughed after they had exchanged a few more kisses. “Kissing me like this, without shame or reserve... My honour demands it.”

“I suppose there is no choice,” Lan Xichen agreed, wanting to laugh as well. “I’ll have my uncle calculate an appropriate date as soon as I get home.”

Nie Huaisang laughed again, stealing a quick kiss, then grew serious.

“I say that, but getting married would be more complicated now, wouldn’t it? With Wangji gone there are more expectations put on you, and with Da-ge’s health… I cannot leave him, not until the situation has stabilised and we’re sure the Jins won’t take advantage.”

Lan Xichen hummed in agreement, and pulled Nie Huaisang into his arms before kissing his forehead. Even this hadn’t changed, Lan Xichen thought. Nie Huaisang still fit so perfectly in his arms, with just enough of a size difference to make it easy to hold him, to kiss him, to keep him close.

“If we have to wait to get married, we’ll wait,” Lan Xichen said. “This is worth some patience. You are worth some patience. And while we wait for the right moment, I will come here often to help Mingjue-xiong, and to show the world that Qinghe Nie is not without allies anymore.”

“And if your father disapproves?”

“Then I’ll know I’m doing the right thing,” Lan Xichen replied, making Nie Huaisang snicker. “At this point, it is getting my father’s approval that would worry me. Though I hope my uncle at least will see reason. But even if he doesn’t… I will not let others change my mind again. I know what I want, and I will have it, however long it takes.”

Nie Huaisang smiled at him, as happy and radiant as when he was a boy and Lan Xichen, overwhelmed with affection, had to kiss him again, while swearing before the heavens that he would not let anyone take this from him again.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #persuasion au

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stiltonbasket · 3 years

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Qin Su!WWX AU, Jiang Cheng’s reactions to both Jin Zixuan and Wei Ying being alive. And the revelation of the golden core transfer.

How many kids to wangxian end up having? Like do they end up beating nielan?

the revelation happens very close to canon, so take some reaction to wwx being alive!! ^_^

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“What’s wrong with him?” he hears Jiang Cheng say, hovering awkwardly at Jin Ling’s side with Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen crowding up behind him. “Wei Wuxian?”

“He just fought off all those fierce corpses, Jiang-zongzhu!” Jin Zixuan snaps, aggrieved. Or at least that’s what Wei Wuxian thinks he must have said: the smell of spilt blood never made him sick before he came back as a woman, or even when he and Lan Zhan were digging through that mass grave in Moling ten weeks ago, but something seems to have changed since then. “Do you want some water, Wei Wuxian?”

“Is it safe to drink out of the blood pool?” Jingyi pipes up, reminding Wei Wuxian a great deal of his xiao-shushu. “Sang-shushu, you carry water bottles, right?”

Nie Huaisang pulls a waterskin out of his space pouch and crouches down beside him. “Here, Wei-xiong,” he says anxiously, grabbing Wei Wuxian’s clammy hands and wrapping his fingers around the skin. “It’s probably warm by now, but it’s better than nothing.”

Wei Wuxian shakes his head and slumps down against Lan Zhan. “No,” he croaks. “I’ll choke on it. My head’s swimming.”

Someone shouts outside the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, and a shadow disappears from Wei Wuxian’s field of view as Nie Mingjue strides away into the ruined courtyard to see what the matter is. The breeze from his rustling skirts strikes Wei Wuxian full in the face, bringing back the stench of the corpse blood spattered all over his clothes, and Wei Wuxian makes a miserable groaning sound before squeezing his eyes shut.

Living in this body has taken a turn for the worse, he decides. Qin Su was in perfect health before she summoned him, and Wei Wuxian believed that all the exercise from his months on the road would make her body even healthier, but the events of today have certainly proved him wrong.

“Here, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan murmurs. “Use this.”

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a clean handkerchief, perfumed with sandalwood incense from the jingshi and just a touch of lavender from the laundry soap Lan Xichen favors. Wei Wuxian presses the soft silk over his nose and breathes into it, feeling his heart slow down a little as Lan Zhan wraps his arms around him and starts passing him spiritual energy.

“So you’re alive again,” Jiang Cheng mutters. “And you stole Jin-furen’s body to do it.”

“I didn’t steal anything,” Wei Wuxian shoots back, surprising even himself with the heat of his irritation. “She summoned me, so even if you hit me with Zidian like you did to Mo Xuanyu, it’s not going to--”

“I thought he was you!” his brother growls. “He made a dizi and summoned Wen Ning! What else was I supposed to think?”

Wei Wuxian pushes the handkerchief aside to yell at Jiang Cheng--because Wen Ning is still somewhere within earshot, albeit far enough away that A-Ling can’t see him through the crowd of juniors filling the cave--but then the blood-stench hits him twice as hard as before, and Wei Wuxian lurches forward and throws up all over Jiang Cheng’s shoes.

“Wei Wuxian!”

“Wei Ying!” he hears Lan Zhan cry, before someone snatches up the perfumed kerchief, soaks it in clean water, and lays it over his forehead. “You--”

“Oh, I can’t believe this. Have you any shame left at all, to act in such a way right in front of A-Ling--”

“Wangji!” someone else bellows, stopping Jiang Cheng dead in his tracks. “We have bigger problems than whatever’s going on here. I’ve just had word from the Cloud Recesses.”

Lan Zhan goes tense beside him. “What is wrong?”

“A-Qing and Jueying are missing,” Chifeng-zun says desperately. “Your uncle sent Xichen a messenger talisman, and it came back unopened. But A-Qing and A-Ying were in the Meishi with him then, and they were gone by the time he returned from his lecture!”

“He wouldn’t hurt a child,” Nie Huaisang says desperately. “If the girls went to Lanling to find Xichen-ge, he--Da-ge, San-ge wouldn’t, he wouldn’t hurt a child--”

His voice dies away before he can finish his sentence, and he and Lan Zhan exchange a pair of frantic glances: because the only reason any of them are here is because Jin Guangyao had killed a child, before slaughtering the entire Tingshan He clan to ensure that He Su would take the blame for it.

And if Lan Xichen and his children are in Jin Guangyao’s clutches, then...

Wei Wuxian feels his heart sink.

Oh, no, he thinks numbly.

What have I done?

#wangxian #nielan #jin zixuan #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #qin su!wwx #my fic

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unforth · 3 years

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So keeping in mind that I’ve literally already written a 40k Destiel fic inspired by Selena Gomez’s “Back to You,” today it came up on my play list and I started to think about ficcing it again, but this time Wangxian. It’s just such a ficcable song, I can’t even.

Like, a modern AU (set in the US) where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were once dating, and Wei Wuxian started making friends with “the wrong sorts,” and so Lan Qiren forced Lan Wangji to dump him. They part ways for a few years.

Lan Wangji never really recovers, and he perfunctorily dates the people his uncle sets him up with, and his life kinda stalls...not that there’s anything wrong with it, just...it’s always the same, the same places, the same people, the same work, the same wake up time, the same daily routine, the same bedtime. Sometimes he’s not sure which he misses more - Wei Wuxian, or the disruption to his life that Wei Wuxian represents. He almost wishes that Wei Wuxian has gone as “bad” as Lan Qiren was so, so sure he would, because then it would be proof - that stepping outside the box is not the way to a good life, that Lan Wangji made the right choices even if he’s not happy with them, that kind of thing.

Wei Wuxian also never really recovers, but instead of letting it get him down, he’s even more determined to prove that he’s so much more than what snobs like Lan Qiren thought of him - and so are the friends he made, who are of course Wen Qing and Wen Ning. They also have really had a tough time, with a lot of people assuming the worst about them because of their family connections. The three make a pact together - to succeed, no matter what it takes, and to help each other whenever one of them starts to struggle. And it works. Though they’re a little behind their peers - they all go to college, and they all finish their degrees, they all get advanced ones. Wen Qing becomes a doctor. Wei Wuxian becomes an engineer. Wen Ning becomes a vet. They get respectable jobs, if poorly paid because that’s the economy in 2020s USA, and they’re slowly building lives for themselves. No one from the circles his adopted family move in will associate with him anyway - he got kicked out for some of his youthful shenanigans, and though he’s in touch with his siblings, his “parents” won’t acknowledge him - but he doesn’t care. He knows he’s succeeding, no matter what they say about him.

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Though Lan Wangji never stops thinking about Wei Wuxian, he refuses to Google him or look him up. Fantasize about him? Yes. Wish his current SO was them? Yes. Occasionally scroll through Jiang Yanli’s friends list just to make sure Wei Wuxian is still there? Yes. But he doesn’t look him up, doesn’t friend him, doesn’t outreach. Why should he? Some regrets are normal, but he’s over it - he’s definitely over it.

Not that Wei Wuxian expected him to. Lan Wangji broke his heart, and it hurt - oh, it hurt so much, but Wei Wuxian is definitely over him. Who needs that asshole anyway? Wei Wuxian knows his worth, and he doesn’t need the affection of someone who cast him aside at the say so of his uncle. If he occasionally comes moaning Lan Wangji’s name...that’s a perfectly normal thing to do as regards someone Wei Wuxian hasn’t dated in a decade, right? Lan Wangji was, and presumably still is, hot as fuck, and Wei Wuxian has a healthy labido

Which is to say, neither of them is over it at all.

Still, their mutual pining might have never come to a head if not for Lan Wangji’s best friend - Jin Zixuan - getting engaged to Wei Wuxian’s sister Jiang Yanli.

And then, suddenly, after so many years, they’re in frequent contact again - helping with planning the wedding - and, well...

For Wei Wuxian, it’s infuriating. There’s Lan Wangji, still quiet, still distant, and sometimes when Wei Wuxian glances his way, he can swear that he caught Lan Wangji looking at him with resentment and regret, which - that’s some fucking bullshit right there, cause it’s not Wei Wuxian who ditched Lan Wangji, not Wei Wuxian who caved to family pressure. That’s all Lan Wangji - what’s Lan Wangji got to resent?

For Lan Wangji, it’s awful. Wei Wuxian is at least 8 times more gorgeous than Lan Wangji remembers him being, tall and lithe, his hair long, his affect casual. Despite the same air of nonchalance he always projected, though, now he’s like that but ALSO educated, successful, and self-made. Every bad thing Lan Qiren said would come to pass for Wei Wuxian is now proven a lie, and Lan Wangji feels wretched about it. Even worse, Wei Wuxian is clearly single - and “ready to mingle,” as Lan Wangji believes the phrase goes. Literally anyone who breaths, of any gender, is apparently fair game, and Wei Wuxian flirts constantly, especially with members of Lan Wangji’s friends circle. Mo Xuanyu? The poor guy never knew what hit him. Lan Jingyi? Is like eight years to young for Wei Wuxian, but that doesn’t stop him. Ouyang Zizhen? Lan Wangji is pretty sure Wei Wuxian doesn’t even know Zizhen’s name - or his age - but again, when did any reasonable objection ever stop Wei Wuxian? Luo Qingyang? She’s a lesbian for fucks sake, but she apparently doesn’t mind, and even flirts back, and Wei Wuxian is incorrigible.

Maybe Lan Qiren was right after all.

Wei Wuxian is determined to flaunt what Lan Wangji missed out on, loudly and publicly. Mo Xuanyu does make for a fun fling, and Lan Jingyi is a good kisser but they never get farther than that. Ouyang Zizhen is definitely too young - and he’s straight - but he laughs along when Wei Wuxian is outrageous, and they understand each other. And Luo Qingyang...Wei Wuxian suspects she knows exactly what the score is, and is maybe even helping him.

Helping him make Lan Wangji miserable, that is.

Wei Wuxian is definitely not looking to accomplish anything else.

Unless he can secure a Plus One to the wedding, ideally one who can join the wedding party and stand beside Wei Wuxian when he and Jiang Cheng give Jiang Yanli away.

Cause, oh, the look on Lan Wangji’s face, if he’s forced to spend the entire wedding facing Wei Wuxian and his date? Priceless, definitely.

Lan Wangji is determined to give Wei Wuxian the space to do...whatever it is Wei Wuxian is doing. Wei Wuxian always was a whirlwind, and Lan Wangji has never wanted to control him, never known how to keep up. Still, it galls to see Wei Wuxian flirting, and it hurts to see Wei Wuxian act indifferently towards him, and it aches to remember that, had things been different, Lan Wangji could have been on the receiving end of all those lovely, carefree smiles.

Rather than deal with the difficulty he has breathing whenever he’s in the same room as Wei Wuxian is in the room, Lan Wangji throws himself into the logistic planning of the final weeks leading up to the wedding. He coordinates vendors. He soothes ruffled feathers. He makes sure the caterers know literally everyone’s dietary preferences and restrictions. He works, and he works, and he works, and he tries to do nothing but work, but sometimes...

...Wen Qing will wander by, take over his spreadsheet, and tell him to go socialize...

...or Wen Ning will intercept the decoration Lan Wangji was moving, lift it surprisingly effortlessly, and tell Lan Wangji to join the main gathering...

...or Luo Qingyang will come and lecture him about how hiding is dumb and maybe he’d actually meet someone new if he tried.

As if Lan Wangji will get to meet someone new.

As if Lan Qiren will let Lan Wangji be with them, even if Lan Wangji did.

They’re trying to help, but he can’t figure out why. Wen Qing and Wen Ning especially are barely even his friends - but they’re closer to Wei Wuxian than anyone else in the world...Lan Wangji can’t fathom what they’re up to. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost think they were trying to get him back together with Wei Wuxian? Which makes him think they don’t know Wei Wuxian half as well as they think they do, cause there’s no way that Wei Wuxian wants that - no way that Wei Wuxian wants him. Lan Wangji had his chance. He gets that.

(But, oh, it’d be nice to believe, even for a minute, even for a single dinner party, that maybe that would be something Wei Wuxian would want.)

But that’s impossible.

So Wei Wuxian flirts shamelessly.

And Lan Wangji hides behind duty and a stoic facade.

And the day of the wedding approaches - they get through the rehearsal dinner, the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the hangovers the next morning, all of it...and then it’s time.

Lan Wangji knows he should be watching Jin Zixuan, dressed in full Chinese traditional garb for an utterly Western style wedding, but instead he can’t keep his eyes off the opposite wedding party. Luo Qingyang is maid of honor, in a chongseom that makes no sense as either traditional Chinese or modern Western - and Jiang Yanli insisted on her brothers standing at her side, and so Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are both there.

In tuxedos.

A sharp contrast to the robes in muted colors that Jin Zixuan picked out for his wedding party.

And Jiang Cheng still has a look on his face like he stepped in something gross and is too dignified to wipe it off on the carpeting, but Wei Wuxian...oh, Wei Wuxian is so perfect, absolutely flawless, and his pleasure is so obviious and uninhibited. From the moment the tent flaps open and Jiang Fengmian walks his daughter, in full Phoenix robes and an elaborate golden head dress (a family heirloom, no less), Wei Wuxian only has eyes for his sister, and his joy for her is spectacular and makes Lan Wangji’s chest ache.

As the ceremony commences - Western secular, seriously, what, not that it’s a surprise, Lan Wangji helped plan it, but it’s still weird - Lan Wangji looses himself in the rhythm of non-religious liturgy and imagining that, had his life gone differently, how Wei Wuxian looks now might have been how he’d have looked on their wedding day.

He wants that so badly.

He so, so desperately wishes that could have been.

For once, Lan Wangji isn’t wrong about Wei Wuxian’s train of thought. He’s got eyes for no one but Jiang Yanli - well, and a small aside of imagining all the ways he’ll make Jin Zixuan regret ever being born, should he ever hurt her. The ceremony passes so quickly he’s amazed - usually he’s super impatient and antsy during events like this - but no, he’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine, he’s...and then it’s over, and he glances to the groom’s party, and he realizes...Lan Wangji is staring at him.

Reflecting back over the ceremony...Lan Wangji has been staring at him the whole time?

And seriously - what the fuck is up with that? What had Wei Wuxian done wrong this time? Was it the tux? Lan Wangji coordinated the rental, if he’d objected to the Western attire, he had plenty of time to say something. Was it the way Wei Wuxian was rocking back on his heels? As if Jiang Yanli didn’t know Wei Wuxian couldn’t stand still - as if she’d ever hold that against him! His mind scrambles through explanations, each more ridiculous and rude than the last...no matter what the reason is, he’s sure that his existence offends Lan Wangji, as it also offended Lan Qiren. If it didn’t, why would Lan Wangji have treated him so indifferently since they re-met?

(It definitely isn’t because Wei Wuxian has intentionally kept him at arms length, oh no, this - whatever this is - is absolutely entirely Lan Wangji’s fault.)

Still, now that he’s aware of Lan Wangji’s condemnation, Wei Wuxian can’t stop thinking about it. It preoccupies him all through agonizingly dull hour of taking group photographs in various places in the picturesque garden, and all through the brief period he actually gets to spend during the passed platter part of the reception - hors d’ouevres to tide the guests over while the family and wedding parties do the pictures - and all through the achingly dull meal. The food is good, Wei Wuxian supposes. The wedding has been nice, Wei Wuxian supposes. Jiang Yanli is elated, Wei Wuxian knows, and he’s delighted for her, but...somehow, the joy has drained out of the evening.

Fucking Lan Wangji - can’t behave himself for one fucking evening, he’s even going to ruin this for Wei Wuxian.

Fuck it - as soon as the meal is over, and the first dances done, and the reception switches from staid social affair to open bar dance party, Wei Wuxian resolves to get sloshed as fast as humanly possible. Anything to stop him from thinking so damn much.

Lan Wangji is one of a handful of designated drivers amongst the people in his generation - he’s expecting to do at least three runs back to the hotel, starting with the bride and groom, then all the Jin half-siblings, then probably the Jiangs, judging by how they’re behaving so far, and then...he doesn’t know, but he suspects there’ll be others. Looking around as the evening grows later, the music louder, and the dancing more raucous, he tries to do a mental tally, and realizes...something is wrong.

No, nothing is wrong...someone is missing.

Where’s Wei Wuxian?

Confused, Lan Wangji looks around again. Wei Wuxian had been dancing - with his sister, with his brother in law, with Luo Qingyang, with Mo Xuanyu, with the folks a half-generation younger like Lan Jingyi, with anyone or anyone, by himself...but no...Luo Qingyang is dancing with Wen Qing, if “intense dance floor frottage” can be considered dancing...and Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli are dancing together, and Mo Xuanyu is flirting with some guy Lan Wangji doesn’t recognize, and the half-generation younger folks are teasing some poor Jiang junior, and Wei Wuxian has been exuberantly present for much of the evening, and now he’s just...gone.

As drunk as Wei Wuxian appeared to be, that can’t be good.

So, concerned - just that Wei Wuxian is drunk and might have tried something dumb, like driving home himself, or gotten lost on the way to the bathroom, or needed to throw up, not about anything else, Lan Wangji is definitely not concerned about Wei Wuxian in any other respect - Lan Wangji goes in search of Wei Wuxian.

He checks around the outside of the tent - nothing.

He checks inside the venue’s main building - nothing.

He checks the bathrooms - nothing.

He checks the parking lots - nothing, and of course Wei Wuxian didn’t take a vehicle, he didn’t drive himself.

He checks everywhere he can think, as the night grows later and darker and the party proceeds and the oldest, most staid guests start to say their goodbyes.

Finally, tired, out of ideas, and disinterested in returning to the loud bright heat of the tent, Lan Wangji goes for a walk through the manicured grounds. Even in the dark of night, the place the Jin-Jiang’s chose is lovely. Scattered decorative lights cast barely enough light to navigate the lanes and paths, aided by a full moon and the occasional flicker of a firefly. There’s a koi pond in the center - they took a lot of pictures there - and a few stone benches around it, so Lan Wangji meanders in that direction. He can still hear the party. He’ll know when they need him. He really needs some time to himself - it’s all been too much.

He tries not to think too hard about what “it” actually refers to in that thought.

Nothing Wei Wuxian does diffuses the empty feeling in his chest; every drink, he feels worse. Every dance, he feels more like he’s putting on an act. His friends were starting to notice - Luo Qingyang and Wen Qing had exchanged a look and then rounded on him like they were going to pin him down and force him to...or try to force him to...talk about his ~feelings~, and so Wei Wuxian fled into the gardens, found a bench where he could listen to the soft sussuration of flowing water somehow audible over the thump of the bass, and breathe.

It’s been a long time since Wei Wuxian felt like he could breathe.

He still doesn’t feel like he can breathe.

Which is ridiculous, he knows, and he’s in the process of going into extensive internal detail of why it’s ridiculous when a damn ghost steps into the clearing around the koi pond...

...no, not a ghost...it’s Lan Wangji, cheeks pale from how much time he spends in doors, robes nearly white when their pale blue is washed out by the moonlight, hair raven falling about his shoulders. His headband frames his noble brow, and his corsage rains a trail of vining flowers over one shoulder like some strange epaulette, and oh, he’s gorgeous, and Wei Wuxian recognizes, to his horror, in that instant...

...he’s never, ever, ever been over Lan Wangji, and he never will be...

...and he’ll never, ever, ever get to be with Lan Wangji. Like, ever.

Lan Wangji is staring at him.

Fuck Wei Wuxian’s life.

“I’ll just...go...” Wei Wuxian mumbles.

The statement hangs heavy in the night air as Wei Wuxian rises, straightens his tux, heads toward the pathway that Lan Wangji just entered from...and then stops.

Because Lan Wangji has grabbed his forearm.

“Oh come on, man - what the fuck?” Wei Wuxian demands, yanking his arm away. “Look, I get it, I’m your least favorite person - well, the wedding’s done, you’ll never have to see me again if you don’t want. Is that what you want? Would that finally make you happy?”

He’s breathing hard by the time he stops talking, and Lan Wangji is still staring at him, and Wei Wuxian wants to flee - not to the tent, but to...literally anywhere...anywhere that Lan Wangji isn’t...except he can’t make his legs work, and he can’t seem to move, and Lan Wangji won’t. stop. staring. and then Lan Wangji opens his mouth, and it seems to be in slow motion, and is he actually going to speak, holy shit, Lan Wangji hasn’t said a word to Wei Wuxian since he said, “good bye” ten years ago, and then of all the fucking things to come out of Lan Wangji’s mouth, all he says is,

“No.”

“Wha...why...ho...WHAT?”

“You asked, ‘is that what I want? Would that make me happy?’ The answer is no, Wei Ying. That is not what I want. That would not make me happy.”

“Oh. Well. Fucking good for you.” Wei Wuxian doesn’t even know what the fuck he’s saying. He doesn’t know what the fuck Lan Wangji is saying. All he knows is that being there hurts, and he’s so damn tired of hurting, and Lan Wangji already destroyed him once...

...and I’d give anything for five minutes with him, even if I know he’ll likely destroy me again...

“What do you want?” asks Lan Wangji, like he actually cares about the answer, and Wei Wuxian can only goggle at him, because he was so so incredibly clear about what he wanted ten years ago - he even fucking asked Lan Wangji to marry him, said, “I’ll do anything, conquer any challenge - we can make this life together, Lan Zhan,” and Lan Wangji had just said, “Good bye,” and now, now, Lan Wangji wants to know what Wei Wuxian wants? What gives him the right? What gives him the entitlement? What gives him the audacity?

What makes him think anything Wei Wuxian wants has changed?

But Wei Wuxian can’t say that, can he...?

The silence stretches out between them.

Neither moves.

Neither speaks.

Fireflies flit around them.

Lan Wangji dreads Wei Wuxian answering, dreads him walking away, dreads losing this last precious moment they share, even though the tension of this moment is so awful that Lan Wangji fears it will break him.

“What would you say if...if I said that all I want...is all I’ve ever wanted?” whispers Wei Wuxian, like he’s terrified.

Lan Wangji has no idea why he’s terrified.

Lan Wangji has no idea what he means.

He asks with a raised brow, and Wei Wuxian laughs awkwardly. “Naw, I can’t do the ‘silent Lan act’ right now. Use your words, I’m fucking right out of here, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try.” It’s ludicrously hard, but...for Wei Wuxain, Lan Wangji will always try, always regret that he didn’t try harder when he should have. “I...don’t understand. You say...what you always wanted. A degree. A found family. Your siblings at your side. A pet rabbit. An apartment with a bidet. A signed copy of ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.’ There were many things you said you wanted. I’m afraid I’m unclear which you mean.”

“You...you remember all that dumb shit I said back then?” Wei Wuxian sounds astonished. How can Wei Wuxian sound astonished? How can Wei Wuxian believe Lan Wangji would have forgotten a minute of those wonderful days - the best of his life?

“Mn.”

“Well, none of that shit’s what I mean. Got most of it anyway. Bidets are awesome. But Lan Wangj...Lan Zhan...”

His name, said in that sweet voice, causes a tingle to go down Lan Wangji’s spine.

“...all I’ve ever wanted was you.”

Lan Wangji’s jaw drops.

“And you told me to fuck right out of your life when I asked for that, so...fuck, what am I even still doing here?”

“Kissing me.”

“Wha--”

Lan Wangji interrupts Wei Wuxian’s confused exclamation with action - grapping Wei Wuxian’s shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. It’s rude, and inappropriate, and consent - what consent? - and Wei Wuxian doesn’t reciprocate but...oh well. Lan Wangji has already ruined his love life. At least he can have one kiss to remember fondly, to cherish, to--

--and then Wei Wuxian has an arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulder, their bodies pressed together, their lips moving as one, and oh, it’s good - glorious - Lan Wangji could weep he’s so happy. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss, shifting in the moonlight, lost in their embrace. Lan Wangji is breathless and growing dizzy, but he’s terrified to put space between them - what if this is goodbye? What if it’s just Wei Wuxian flirting, like he flirts with everyone? What if...what if...what if...

But finally, they do part, and scantly, bodies still close, embrace still maintained, faces inches apart.

“What’s going on, Lan Zhan?” asks Wei Wuxian weakly.

“I kissed you.”

“Yeah...got that part...but why...?”

“I know I’ve no right to ask this...but would you try again? With me? With us? Would you--?”

Wei Wuxian is kissing him again before Lan Wangji can finish the question.

Wei Wuxian can’t believe that’s a real question Lan Wangji has to ask - as if Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have taken Lan Wangji back anytime, at the drop of a hat, over the past decade.

(Okay, that’s unfair...Wei Wuxian’s actually been a huge dick about it...he knows Lan Wangji had no independent living, and relied on his family, and Wei Wuxian was just some aimless jackass, and, and, and...but it still stung that Lan Wangji wouldn’t throw all cares to the wind to be with Wei Wuxian, as Wei Wuxian would have done - had done - to be with Lan Wangji.)

But it feels dumb to dwell on that when Lan Wangji is in his arms, kissing him so eagerly, asking if he’ll try again.

Because of fucking course Wei Wuxian will try again.

“I don’t know what that means, Wei Ying,” says Lan Wangji with obvious frustration.

Kiss.

“It means yes,” Wei Wuxian replies.

Kiss.

“Yes?”

Kiss.

“Yes.”

Kiss.

“Always?”

Kiss.

“If you’ll have me back...”

Kiss.

“As if I’d ever turn you down!”

Kiss.

“Already did once...”

Kiss.

“And regretted it endlessly.”

Kiss.

“Good. You deserved at least that much suffering.”

Kiss.

“Deserved it, and more.”

Kiss.

“I suppose I’ll forgive you, if...”

Kiss.

“Anything. Just tell me.”

Kiss.

Oh, Wei Wuxian has so many ideas, and he delights in teasing Lan Wangji with each and every one, whispered between husky breaths in to the cooling air, interrupting himself constantly to kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

They’re still making out by the koi pond when Wen Qing and Luo Qingyang come looking for the promised designated driver.

They don’t even consult - or consider interrupting - when they do find the two idiots locked in an embrace. As one, the ladies turn, exchange a silent, smug high-five, and pull out their phones to order Ubers.

They can pay for rides for the Bride and Groom and family members and other drunken party goers.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian have a lot of catching up to do.

(and done)

(oops, this got long)

(and yes, this is absolutely a mash up of a modern AU with the lyrics to “Go Back to You” with a healthy dose of the plot of Jane Austen’s “Persuasion.”)

#unforth writes #the untamed #cql #mdzs #wangxian #modern au #background ships #idek here have a pile of words

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