#rogue cultivator wei wuxian

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi

These Mortal Treasures

by ChilianXianzi

T, 9k, Wangxian

Summary: "Is that something that Wei Ying would like?" Lan Wangji asks softly, carefully, "To be kept?" There's that fleeting, lost look in Wei Ying's eyes once more, and Lan Wangji thinks it's unacceptable - That Wei Ying had not felt welcomed in his own home, so much so that he decided to wander the world away from it. So much so that he is afraid that he would be unwelcome as well elsewhere. Lan Wangji barely stops himself from hissing, from letting the steam of his icy breath escape in the close air between them. He only vaguely remembers the Jiangs, a young Cultivation Clan barely a century old, but his disdain towards them feels ancient now in the wake of all this. How foolish of them, to simply let go of someone so bright, someone so unfailingly kind and giving. How convenient, for Lan Wangji's own gain. Kay's comments: I adore this story. The excerpt that's in the summary already encapsulates perfectly what I adore so much about it, Lan Wangji's and Wei Wuxian's relationship in this one is *chef's kiss*. Dragon Lan Wangji watching mortal Wei Wuxian and making sure he feels safe and happy in his home and that he wants to become part of his hoard, being absolutely enraged at the thought that anyone hadn't treated Wei Wuxian as the treasure he is in the past and of course, egg!Yuan!! And eggnancy!! Love that for them and love Lan Wangji tearing the Jins a new one as well.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, dragon lan wangji, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect, possessive lan wangji, domestic fluff, angst with a happy ending, cultivation sect politics, not jiang cheng friendly, mpreg, eggpreg, eggnancy, developing relationship, strangers to lovers

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#April 2024 #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #Kay's Favorite #teen #short fic <15k #ChilianXianzi #These Mortal Treasures #pov lan wangji #canon divergence #dragon lan wangji #rogue cultivator wei wuxian #wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect #possessive lan wangji #domestic fluff #angst with a happy ending #cultivation sect politics #not jiang cheng friendly #mpreg #eggpreg #eggnancy #developing relationship #strangers to lovers

[fistfuloflightning]

Another sketch for the crow!wei wuxian au, in honor of the first part of courting chaos

#svsss #mdzs #shen yuan #shen jiu #jiuyuan #wei wuxian #rogue cultivator shen yuan #crow!wei wuxian #my art #my writing #svsss art #actual disney princess shen yuan

[thatswhatsushesaid]

it’s always so interesting to me when people state that they just “didn’t trust” jin guangyao from the very first moment he appears on screen as meng yao in cql because like

do you not recognize how your suspicion of a sex worker’s son on sight, before he’s done anything at all except endure humiliation during the cloud recesses welcoming ceremony, is the exact same attitude shared by the rest of the cultivation world?

#salty peak sect 🧂 #this isn’t directed at any one person because i have seen this comment appear so many times #these kinds of instinctive reactions to characters from a lower class absolutely should be challenged #like i don’t think it is an accident that so many of the antagonist characters in the novel and the show #either originate from the margins of society or are forced there via circumstances outside their control #i don’t think it is an accident that they share many of these qualities with actual protagonist wei wuxian #(many but not all. wwx was still the legitimate son of a pair of rogue cultivators. STILL.)

[bnnywngs]

when wei wuxian asked lan wangji to marry and received a positive answer, most of the lan sect knew there wouldn't be grand courting gifts, nor it would be expensive, as he and his parents were rogue cultivators.

what they didn't expect was wei changze himself arriving in cloud recesses with four big wooden chests, intricately carved with wedding symbolisms saying it was his son's gifts.

they sat inside the formal room, curiously waiting to see what was inside the chest. lan wangji looked impassive as usual, but his fingers were twitching with barely stifled desire to open the chests himself.

the first one was opened.

"lan-er-gongzi, here's the first gift from your betrothed." wei changze smiled softly and brought his hands out of the chest, a beautifully made sky blue robe with a silver dragon embroidered on the back "a robe for you made by your betrothed's hands. a-ying not only embroidered but also sewed the cloth he himself chose especially for you."

all the lans were surprised and impressed, it was clearly well made, it could easily pass by professionally made.

"the second gift" wei changze continues, opening the second chest "is a pair of bunnies carved in white jade by your betrothed." he put the, frankly big, pair of jade animals on the floor in front of lan wangji, who immediately snatched one to look up close.

again, the lans were impressed. who would know that wei-gongzi was so accomplished.

"the third and last gift for now" wei changze opened the last chest "is a pair of guans carved in wood, a pair of hairpins of blue and white jade, and a pair of tassels in the same colors." he put one by one beside the lonely bunny "all made and carved by a-ying himself."

the lans were truly astonished. the gifts were all beautiful and well made, almost as if wei-gongzi was a professional in these sections. and were all of immeasurable price. blue jade! the boy had blue jade to carve! and many white jades to choose what to do with it!

lan xichen could barely blink! lan qiren felt his own mouth open.

"thank you.... a-die." lan wangji bowed, showing, for once, his shy side.

wei changze just chuckled "there's nothing to thank me, a-zhan, just make our a-ying happy."

"mn." lan wangji nodded firmly "will make beautiful gifts for wei ying."

the rogue cultivator chuckled again, and bowed "for the next round of gifts, a-ying wishes to focus on cultivation, if it's ok with you?"

"definitely." lan xichen said, before coughing softly into his hand and smiling "we will be happy with anything wei-gongzi thinks is valuable."

"of course." wei changze nodded with a smile.

later that night, past curfew, most lans that were inside that room would find hard to sleep, thinking about the gifts received and the ones yet to come.

all but one.

lan wangji slept soundly, a tiny smile in his lips as he dreamed of his future.

#wangxian #mdzs #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei changze #gusu lan sect #lan xichen #lan qiren #married wangxian #wwx parents are alive bc i want to #cangse sanren and wei changze live #not written: cssr giving the jades to her son and saying go nuts #rogue cultivator wwx #wwx actually knows more than he shows #as in like #he can build a house by himself #BUT #he still can't cook to save his life #actually he can cook but puts too much spice so it ends up inedible #in the future: wwx sewing a tiny gusu lan robe for their son #lan wangji is a simp #the day wwx shocked gusu lan #mdzs headcanons #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian fanfiction #the untamed #my writing #bnnywngs writing

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Down comes the night by danegen

What a great case fic and premise. Very different than other stories I have read in this fandom. Enjoyed the mystery and relationship development. ❤️❤️🥰

Quotes:

As they walk back to the cart, Wei Wuxian takes a flask from his robe, drinks from it as messily as usual, then offers it to Lan Wangji.

“No, thank you.”

“It’s only water,” Wei Wuxian says, grinning.

“I’m fine.”

Wei Wuxian shrugs and puts the flask away. “Are there rules against sharing a flask, too?”

“That would be unnecessary.” He would not wish to drink from the same flask as his brother, much less a veritable stranger.

Wei Wuxian snorts a laugh. He doesn’t seem capable of taking offense. “How many rules does your sect have?”

“Three thousand.”

Wei Wuxian stops walking to stare at him, wet mouth gaping. “Three thousand?”

“Yes.” He lifts his chin, prepared to defend his sect, but Wei Wuxian seems too shocked for insolence.

“Do you have them all memorized?”

“Yes. All disciples must memorize them.”

“Or what?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happens to them if they don’t memorize all those rules?”

Lan Wangji frowns, confused. “They work until they do. Young disciples copy the principles as part of their lessons.”

Wei Wuxian continues to look perplexed. “But when do you have time to learn actual useful stuff if you’re spending all that time memorizing rules?”

Lan Wangji clenches his jaw and continues walking. “The rules are ‘useful.’”

————

They watch the rain and sip the tea in something like companionable silence. Then Wei Wuxian sighs and stretches out his legs. “Sorry if I’ve been . . . difficult. I’ve always hated being cooped up.”

Lan Wangji could joke that Wei Wuxian is always difficult, but Wei Wuxian’s statement feels like a confession, like he is admitting to a vulnerability—quite unlike his usual arrogance. It seems to warrant a similar admission. “I dislike crowded spaces.”

Wei Wuxian snorts. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” But his elbow bumps Lan Wangji’s arm to relieve the sting. Such a simple gesture of camaraderie. Lan Wangji could not match it with every word in his vocabulary. He considers bumping back, but he hesitates too long. To do so now would be too awkward.

————

Do you have anybody out there? he wants to ask. Not Wei Wuxian’s mother. Not his shige, if Lan Wangji interpreted last night’s events correctly. Wei Wuxian’s theory—and Lan Wangji has seen no evidence otherwise—is that the creatures can only take the form of those who’ve died. If the blindfolded man was Baoshan’s other disciple, then it’s possible that the only person Wei Wuxian has left is his shifu.

Wei Wuxian is talking about something, but Lan Wangji cannot focus on the words. Let it be me, he thinks as he watches Wei Wuxian, painted gold by the sunlight. Let me be the one who cares for you, here and now, out there and ever after.

The dizi taps his shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Handsome-gege?”

E, 67k

Summary:

Lan Wangji walks forward, extending his senses for some sign of the magic confining them. But there is nothing. One moment, he is walking away from the village. The next, Wei Wuxian stands in the road ahead of him, the dizi tracing lazy arcs in the air.

He stops and looks behind him. The view has not changed. He stands there, helpless. Baffled. Like a koi circling a pond, eternally struggling to go nowhere.

“Messes with your head, doesn’t it?”

He turns to Wei Wuxian, who regards him calmly, almost pityingly. Wei Wuxian has endured this for months. Months. Lan Wangji wants to scream. He wants to batter down this cage and fly away without looking back.

—

Or while returning from a night hunt, Lan Wangji is trapped in a strange village that is terrorized by monsters. However, an intriguing cultivator named Wei Wuxian is also trapped there, so it isn't all bad. And guess what? They have to be roommates.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #alternate au with cultivation #rogue cultivator wy #case fic

[liverbiver9]

Unfridging MDZS Women Bingo Prompt 1

For the awesome Little Apple Support Group Discord channel event. (See @loosingmoreletters for invite)

Word Count: 4,500

Also on AO3

Prompt: Rogue Cultivator

—oOo—

“How dare he?!” Yú Zǐyuān raged, Zǐdiàn crackling as she made yet another burn mark on the right-most corner post of her private pavilion. 

Jiāng Fēngmián had allowed Wèi Wúxiàn, not yet fourteen, to go on his first nighthunt—alone. Most disciples were not allowed to solo nighthunt until sixteen at the earliest. There were too many risks that young cultivators weren’t experienced enough to handle, too many things that could go terribly wrong. Jiāng Zōng​zhǔ’s reasoning for this unprecedented allowance was that Wèi Wúxiàn’s martial abilities had surpassed even his martial seniors, and therefore was more than capable of nighthunting alone. 

“Allowing that bastard son of a servant such an honor before his own son?!”

It took all of Jīnzhū’s lifelong training to not flinch at the venom, the disdain in those words: son of a servant. Yú Zǐyuān had always made it clear that Jīnzhū and Yínzhū were not the average servant, that they were more than that. Yet Jīnzhū couldn’t shake the feeling that some—if not all—of those words were not always true. 

They weren’t lies; Yú Zǐyuān was the only person that could ever lay a hand on either of her twin pearls, and they were not expected to perform regular duties of servitude. But they weren’t the truth either; Jīnzhū and Yínzhū were both very aware of their lower status, their place behind and below their mistress, and that if either of them took even the slightest step out of line they would likely end up in Wèi Wúxiàn’s same position. 

What does it mean to be loyal? Should a servant’s loyalty be returned—even in part— by the master?

Yú Zǐyuān heaved with anger before taking a deep breath and turning to her quiet maids, standing tall and at attention. 

“Wèi Wúxiàn will not return from his nighthunt,” she said, her words heavy with implications. “He will set off an emergency flare, and when you both ‘arrive’ to aid he is already dead. A terrible tragedy and miscalculation of his abilities. He’ll die just like his parents did.”

“Yes, Fū​ren,” Jīnzhū and Yínzhū both responded, voices purposefully blank just as she’d trained them. 

—oOo—

What does it mean to be loyal? 

Zhōng Liǔ, gifted the courtesy name Jīnzhū by her Fū​ren, thought she knew what loyalty meant. Since the moment Zhōng Liǔ entered Yú Zǐyuān’s service as a young child, loyalty has meant unquestionable devotion, complete sacrifice, and unending servitude. Zhōng Liǔ had been set aside so Jīnzhū could serve her mistress with her whole body, mind, and soul. Loyalty for Jīnzhū was a complete absence of self; that is how she was taught by Yú Zǐyuān to be a loyal servant. 

When Jīnzhū saw Jiāng Zōng​zhǔ bring home a filthy orphan, hair an unkempt rats nest and stomach bloated from starvation, she was unwillingly reminded of herself as a child when the Méishān Yú Shì first took her in and appointed her as Yú Zǐyuān’s maid. Jīnzhū had been a street orphan too, just two years younger than her mistress, and she devoted the rest of her life to paying back the debt of her survival. She watched with unusual pride as Wèi Yīng came to a similar conclusion, falling into a role based on loyalty and servitude with the young Jiāng Chéng that Jīnzhū remembers herself doing, too. 

She thought, perhaps foolishly, that Yú Zǐyuān would see the similarities between her own maids and Wèi Yīng and find some sort of satisfaction that the son of a brilliant cultivator would be the shield for her son. She was wrong. 

“Ungrateful son of a servant!” Yú Zǐyuān sneered, Zǐdiàn sparking along her hand. “Useless bastard!”

Instead, Jīnzhū watched as her mistress became more and more upset with the child’s existence. Yú Zǐyuān did not see the path Jiāng Fēngmián had laid out for Wèi Yīng, now Wèi Wúxiàn. She did not notice the debt Wèi Wúxiàn had devoted his mind, body, and soul to fulfilling. All she saw was hate, and it distorted the way she viewed the world around her. Wèi Wúxiàn was simultaneously overreaching his station and never doing enough in her mind. 

Despite her mistress’ view of Wèi Wúxiàn, Jīnzhū could not shake off the warm feelings that Wèi Wúxiàn was a kindred spirit, that he was like her in ways no one, not even Yínzhū, was. So, Jīnzhū quietly, secretly took Wèi Wúxiàn under her wing whenever her mistress was not looking or ordered her to spy on him, teaching him all the important lessons and expectations of being a right-hand, a shield, and a devoted servant to the Yú gentry—because for all his name was Jiāng, Jiāng Chéng, now Wǎnyín, was a Yú through and through. 

Despite every instinct in her saying not to get too attached, Jīnzhū began to care for Wèi Wúxiàn. If I had a child, Jīnzhū thought, perhaps it would feel like this. 

—oOo—

Despite not being biologically related, Gāo Bā viewed Zhōng Liǔ as her sister. She had been bought by the Méishān Yú Shì just two months shy of her seventh birthday, saved by their magnanimous mercy from becoming yet another underage prostitute in one of Lánlíng’s many brothels after her parents sold her to slave traders for a few bags of rice and a goat. Once she was of age, Yú Zǐyuān gifted her the courtesy name Yínzhū, the younger, quieter, yet taller of her mistress’ two shadows. 

Yínzhū was not a stranger to corporal punishment. Yú Zǐyuān was a strict master that did not tolerate mistakes, but her punishments were always rightfully earned and indiscriminately given. At least, they used to be. As Yínzhū watched her mistress strike Wèi Wúxiàn yet again with Zǐdiàn, a first-class spiritual weapon, for an act everyone, including Yú Fū​ren, knew he hadn’t committed, Yínzhū couldn’t help but wonder when and why her once righteous and fair mistress had become so volatile. Was it truly because of Wèi Wúxiàn’s presence in Liánhuā Wù? Or had this change happened earlier, and Yínzhū simply hadn’t noticed until now?

She was grateful Jīnzhū was not here for this. Her sister had connected with Wèi Wúxiàn since his arrival almost two years ago, and despite Yínzhū’s warnings she’d developed a soft spot for the orphan boy. She would never admit it, but Yínzhū could see why. While she had struggled to adapt to life as a servant after being a poor but forgotten farm girl, Wèi Wúxiàn had fallen into his role seamlessly. She watched with awe and some jealousy as he molded himself to be the perfect servant and right hand for Jiāng Wǎnyín. 

While the Jiāng heir was volatile and rude, Wèi Wúxiàn was level-headed and charming. He filled in all the cracks in Jiāng Wǎnyín’s personality, pushing him to become a better heir, a better cultivator, a better leader, all while keeping himself in his orbit but in the background. Yínzhū envied his adaptability, much like she’d envied Jīnzhū’s when they were still young and learning how to be Yú Zǐyuān’s perfect twin pearls. 

Yínzhū wasn’t as attached to the boy as Jīnzhū was, but she couldn’t ignore the cold feeling in her stomach as the boy, not even ten yet, took lashes from Zǐdiàn that he did not deserve without even a grunt of pain. Yú Zǐyuān had never treated them this way, despite occupying the same role as the boy in front of her. Yínzhū didn’t know what she would do if she was in Wèi Wúxiàn’s place. Would she silently bear it as he was? Could she walk away and still smile for her sect siblings, loyalty unwavering? She wasn’t sure. 

Later that evening, Yínzhū quietly delivered bandages and a healing poultice to Wèi Wúxiàn’s rooms, knowing her mistress had forbidden the healers from attending to his wounds. The lashes wouldn’t scar, not with his golden core burning abnormally bright in his lower dāntián, but they still must hurt. The cold in her stomach did not ease. 

—oOo—

Wèi Wúxiàn left Liánhuā Wù with a wide grin and a cocky farewell. An hour later, Yú Zǐyuān claimed to have a migraine from all the ruckus of Wèi Wúxiàn’s departure and retired for the day much earlier than usual, sending Yínzhū and Jīnzhū into the city to procure some medicine for her that the healer’s pavilion did not have at hand. 

The two maids walked through the bustling streets of the city, making sure to be seen walking into and out of an apothecary before slipping unnoticed into the wetlands that surrounded the riverbanks. The nighthunt request was for a small village not far from Liánhuā Wù, less than a quarter shíchén sword flight away. 

They found Wèi Wúxiàn battling a rather fearsome and malformed guài of a wá​wa​yú. The giant salamander looked to have been killed by a horse, its body, swollen nearly thrice its original size, trampled and smashed in many places. Despite Wèi Wúxiàn’s skills, it became immediately obvious to Yínzhū and Jīnzhū that this nighthunt was not one for a junior disciple, much less one as young as Wèi Wúxiàn. He was doing better than expected, Suíbiàn’s red glare bright against the black, slimy skin of the salamander. The wá​wa​yú cried out at a particularly well-aimed strike, the sound eerily similar to that of a baby’s cry. 

Despite his skill, it was clear that he was tiring quickly while the guài grew more and more agitated. It would be rather easy, Yínzhū reasoned. They wouldn’t even have to get too involved, simply watch and ensure the guài defeated Wèi Wúxiàn before setting off an emergency flare and finishing off both the guài and Wèi Wúxiàn, should he still survive somehow. Yínzhū looked to Jīnzhū, both still hidden behind a gnarled tree, and saw the tears streaming down her sister’s face. The cold pit in her stomach that had emerged ever since Yú Zǐyuān’s orders grew so big and heavy she feared it would consume her jīndān. She took a deep, steadying breath before turning to her sister. 

“Trust me, and follow my lead,” she whispered before setting off the Jiāng emergency flare and running into the battle with Jīnzhū close behind.

They made quick work of the salamander; the guài was strong but no match to three cultivators, two highly trained and one a budding genius. Wèi Wúxiàn, to his credit, didn’t flinch at their sudden appearance. Staring at the twice-dead corpse, Yínzhū closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of deep regret and grief before slicing open the wá​wa​yú’s stomach. Several corpses spilled out, most of them deteriorated beyond recognition but two of them relatively fresh. 

Yínzhū tore the silver hairpin holding her hair in place and stuck it into the hair of a fresher corpse. Her hands lingered on the clarity bell at her waist before tearing the whole belt off and wrapping it haphazardly around the corpse’s waist as well. She turned to Wèi Wúxiàn, who was watching her with thinly-veiled confusement. 

“Yú Fū​ren ordered us to kill you and make it look like a nighthunting accident,” she said bluntly. “Unfortunately, the guài proved to be too strong for all of us. I was able to cut open the wá​wa​yú’s stomach, delivering a killing blow, but I perished soon after.”

At her words, Jīnzhū seemed to startle from the haze she’d fallen in and began taking off her hairpin and belt before attaching them to the other fresh corpse. She stared at her sword, sizzling spiritual whip in her other hand. Jīnzhū tossed the whip so it landed somewhere near the guài. With one quick movement, she grabbed her loose hair into a tail and cut it off at the shoulders with her sword. Still holding her shorn hair, she abandoned her weapon near “her” corpse.

“She will not rest until you are dead or gone,” Zhōng Liǔ said to Wèi Wúxiàn. “We were ordered to kill you. My head says to stay loyal to my mistress, but my heart says the woman who ordered your death is no longer the mistress I swore loyalty to.” She looked at the bundle of hair in her hand. “The only way to satisfy both is to disappear from this world.”

Yínzhū followed Zhōng Liǔ’s lead, shearing off her hair and abandoning her weapons. Zhōng Liǔ and Gāo Bā tied their bundles of hair off with strips of fabric from their torn robes and stuffed them into a shared qiánkūn bag. With the amount of partially digested material from the guài they decided on only abandoning one qiánkūn bag, but only after taking half of the supplies inside it. 

Wèi Wúxiàn watched them both with wide eyes. The shock was soon overcome by grim determination, and once again Gāo Bā found herself envying his ability to adapt so quickly. Wèi Wúxiàn took off his belt, caressing his clarity bell with immense grief, before tying it around one of the less deteriorated corpses and abandoning his red ribbon near its head. 

He looked at his sword for a long moment, tears of grief and anguish, of anger and helplessness falling down his young cheeks. His unruly hair stuck to the damp skin, still long and uncut. Wèi Wúxiàn was not shaming his shì​jiā or breaking promises by choosing survival over death. He was not officially anything but a junior disciple in the Jiāng Shì—not an adopted son, not a servant, not a martial disciple of any important rank, not even an official ward. The Fū​ren of his shì​jiā ordered his death, nulling any debts he may have had. 

“Come,” Zhōng Liǔ said softly, taking Suíbiàn from his weak grip, discarding the sheath further in the clearing, and gently placing the blade near the dead wá​wa​yú’s head. “It will not take long for them to arrive, and we must cover our tracks.”

Three shadows slipped from the gruesome scene and traveled further into the wetlands until they were some ten lǐ away. From their place on the riverbank of the Cháng​ river, Gāo Bā estimated they were at least two-hundred lǐ from Liánhuā Wù. The distance was simultaneously too far and too close. They continued following the river eastward until they reached where the Gàn tributary river joins the Cháng​. 

“Póyáng Lake is several days southeast,” Gāo Bā said. 

“So is the Tángxī Yáng Shì,” Zhōng Liǔ replied. 

Gāo Bā grimaced. The Tángxī Yáng Shì were a Jiāng subsidiary minor shì​jiā that resided on the eastern side of Póyáng Lake. Yáng Zǎihàn was a fair zōng​zhǔ, talented cultivator, and very loyal to Jiāng Zōng​zhǔ. She had no doubt Yáng Zōng​zhǔ would send word to Liánhuā Wù as soon as reports of their survival reached his ears. No, to stay safe they must completely avoid all major and minor shì​jiā, popular cultivation hunting grounds, and major cities. 

“Let’s follow the Gàn River south until its end, then travel east to Hóuguān,” Zhōng Liǔ said. 

“Ah, Róng City,” Gāo Bā replied. “I’ve heard from some servants that the city has become busy with new shipyards for Sūn Wú’s Cháng​ River and coastal fleets.”

Zhōng Liǔ hummed. “That will make it easier to hide from cultivators. Jiāng Zōng​zhǔ was always complaining about all the conflicts between Cáo​ Wèi and Sūn Wú clogging up the river traffic and making it difficult to nighthunt properly.”

“Yáng Zōng​zhǔ sent word that he was pulling his cultivators back into his borders to avoid interfering with the non-cultivator wars.”

Wèi Wúxiàn watched them discuss in silence, his face blank. He hadn’t said a single word since they left Yúnmèng. Zhōng Liǔ cast a worried glance at the teenager, but Gāo Bā discreetly shook her head. 

“Let’s stop in Nánchāng to restock.” 

Gāo Bā and Zhōng Liǔ continued to plan as they walked along the river, Wèi Wúxiàn their silent shadow. As night began to fall, they trekked a few lǐ away from the river before setting up camp. After a simple dinner of roasted fish and some pickled vegetables, Gāo Bā put out the fire while Zhōng Liǔ and Wèi Wúxiàn smoothed out their bedrolls. 

“I’m sorry,” Zhōng Liǔ whispered. 

Wèi Wúxiàn startled and looked at her. “What for?” he rasped. 

“Losing a home once is already hard,” she said. “And losing the one you finally found after years of being alone is amongst the worst pains imaginable.”

Despite the simple words, Wèi Wúxiàn looked like he’d been punched. Looking at him now, in the soft glow of the waning moon, she was reminded of just how young he was. Only a boy, years away from being a man, and already going through more hardship and turmoil than most of the men running the Jiāng​hú. 

Zhōng Liǔ leaned forward and brushed stray hairs away from his face. She huffed a silent laugh when they moved right back. The way he was looking at her, so scared and vulnerable and grieving, made guilt rise like bile in her throat. 

“Come,” she said, gesturing to the middle bedroll in the row of three. “Get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow.”

Wèi Wúxiàn nodded wordlessly and curled up on his side beneath the thin blanket he’d packed with the assumption he’d be camping in Yúnmèng humidity, not the cool breeze drifting off the Cháng​ River to the field of high grasses and sparse gathering of trees. 

Gāo Bā and Zhōng Liǔ stayed up for a while longer, discussing the more troublesome details outside of Wèi Wúxiàn’s hearing. Deciding to take second watch, Zhōng Liǔ laid in the bedroll on Wèi Wúxiàn’s left, draping her thicker blanket over the shivering teen and settling down for a restless sleep. 

—oOo—

When they first heard about the Massacre of Liánhuā Wù, Gāo Bā had wanted to immediately return and take revenge for their now-dead mistress, but Zhōng Liǔ had held her back, reminding her that revealing their existence—and therefore their betrayal of Yú Zǐyuān—would only bring bad luck to the already crippled Yúnmèng Jiāng. 

It had been Wèi Yīng who suggested they return to Yúnmèng and help support the area in Yúnmèng Jiāng’s absence. Without cultivators nearby, the region would undoubtedly fall into disarray, not to mention the significant impact cultivator wars had on resentment levels. So, the three of them returned to the place they’d left nearly five years earlier and began to stabilize the region, making sure to credit their efforts to Yúnmèng Jiāng. 

“We have been hired by Yúnmèng Jiāng to watch over this area as they pursue vengeance for all the horrors Qíshān Wēn as wrought in our lands,” they said to grateful townsfolk, accepting only the bare minimum repayments for their services. 

It was all they could do to honor their forsaken debt. 

With only three of them, they were stretched rather thin. Wèi Yīng was an excellent cultivator and did well on his own, but both Gāo Bā and Zhōng Liǔ worried about him when he went on solo nighthunts, unable to forget the wá​wa​yú guài and what would’ve happened had they not arrived when they did. So, the two of them agreed that one of them would always accompany Wèi Yīng on nighthunts while the other went solo. 

Which is how Gāo Bā found herself crouched in the underbrush in the wetlands of Yúnmèng, alone and struggling to moderate her breathing. 

What should have been a simple haunting had turned out to be a swarm of fierce corpses from fallen cultivators of the Sunshot Campaign. Their resentment was so thick she could almost taste it on their tongue. The presence of so many fierce corpses, numbering nearly fifteen, and no nearby cultivators, as the remaining scraps of Yúnmèng Jiāng had gone to Lánlíng where Jīn Guāngshàn was struggling to hold the Láng​yá front, was a dangerous problem for the nearby townsfolk. 

Gāo Bā wasn’t a bad cultivator; she’d even say she was a rather good one. But fifteen fierce corpses of fallen soldiers, both Wēn and Sunshot allies, was too much for one person to handle alone. Just as she was planning out a tactical retreat that didn’t endanger the nearby village, a green sword glare cut through two of the fierce corpses, turning their attention away from her. 

Taking one last steadying breath, Gāo Bā jumped from the brush and joined the other cultivator, her purple sword glare joining the green. The new cultivator was a young man, perhaps a few years younger than her, and wore no affiliated robes, marking him as a fellow rogue. 

They didn’t talk, instead falling into a rhythm so easy and natural it shocked Gāo Bā. The only other person besides Zhōng Liǔ she’d ever fought so instinctively with had been Yú Zǐyuān, but the rogue cultivator held no similarities to the Yú or Jiāng fighting style to explain this feeling. 

Gāo Bā pushed the thoughts from her head and focused her attention to the fight. Fifteen fierce corpses was a lot for one person, but with two it went by much easier. She cut down the last corpse with a satisfied smile and turned around to her new companion. 

“You arrived just in time,” she said, admitting her almost-defeat. “Thank you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” the rogue said with an easy grin before falling into a proper greeting. “Chén Shū, courtesy Hào​rán.”

“Gāo Bā,” she returned. “I’m surprised to see a fellow rogue in these parts. Most have either gone further south to avoid the war or joined it themselves.”

“I could say the same about you,” Chén Hào​rán said. “I am on my way to offer my services to the Sunshot Campaign. We could travel together, if that’s where you’re heading also.”

“A kind offer,” Gāo Bā replied, “but I am staying here.”

Chén Hào​rán looked at her in surprise, 

With all the shì​jiā at war, the common folk have been left vulnerable,” Gāo Bā explained. “My sister and I have decided to hold back and support them by ensuring there are safe territories for them to return to.”

“There have been more guǐ than usual on my journey from Wúzhōu,” Chén Hào​rán said, his pretty brown eyes thoughtful. 

“Well,” Gāo Bā nodded awkwardly. “Thank you again, and I wish you luck with the war.”

She turned to leave, but Chén Hào​rán called out to her. 

“Wait!” He shifted from foot to foot, clearly nervous. “I don’t suppose you have room for one more rogue in these parts?”

Gāo Bā smiled, her pink cheeks hidden in the blue night. 

“Come with me. We have an extra cot in our cottage. It’s not much, but we have far better wine than any of the inns nearby.”

Chén Hào​rán grinned, boyish but sharp, and caught up to her side. 

—oOo—

Zhōng Liǔ stood in her shared boat with Wèi Ying, her new sword, Gēngshēng, in hand and her keen eyes focused on the water. 

One of the local fishermen had complained about a sudden influx of unusually fierce water ghouls haunting the eastern mouth of the Mǐn River about a hundred lǐ out of Hóuguān. The ghouls they’d encountered so far were much more intelligent than the average water ghoul and had signs of different deaths than merely drowning. No doubt these ghouls were yet another lingering effect of the Sunshot Campaign, Zhōng Liǔ reasoned grimly. 

With Gāo Bā on a nighthunt with her fiance in Bālíng, the two of them had answered the request for help. With rumors that General Niè Míngjué was captured in Yáng​quán, all of Yúnmèng was tense with anxious anticipation. Would the Sunshot Campaign follow through and truly shoot down the sun? Or would the sun burn them all? With more anxiety came more requests for help, people jumping at shadows. 

They had expected this request to be just that, more shadows, and so Zhōng Liǔ and Wèi Yīng had been surprised to find the fisherman’s account rather accurate. They weren’t at a disadvantage per se, but Zhōng Liǔ definitely wished Gāo Bā and Chén Hào​rán were here to help. 

Just as she was about to turn around and order Wèi Yīng to stay in the boat, she heard a splash behind her. 

“That damned foolish boy,” she grumbled, already knowing he’d jumped into the river to wrestle the ghouls by hand like he’d loved to do at Liánhuā Wù. 

Zhōng Liǔ heaved a weary sigh before sending Gēngshēng into the water to skewer a ghoul headed for Wèi Yīng’s neck teeth first. She would never admit it, but having one person in the water drawing their attention while another watched from above was a rather effective approach to hunting water ghouls, especially more cunning ones. 

Her adopted son was always attempting new and profound (and most often more dangerous) approaches to cultivation, and it gave her both pride and a headache. He’d already far surpassed her and Gāo Bā with his prowess, and Zhōng Liǔ couldn’t help but feel guilty that he hadn’t been properly nurtured by a large shì​jiā that could support and feed his growth in ways she and her sister couldn’t. 

After the war, she promised herself as she slashed through another ghoul. After the war, I’ll find him a master that will help him grow to his potential. 

—oOo—

Qíshān Wēn was defeated, the sun shot down, and Jiāng Wǎnyín returned to a Yúnmèng in glory but expecting to find his shì​jiā in shattered remains. He was surprised to find himself returning to the most prosperous region in the jiāng​hú, exceeding even Lánlíng. The townsfolk celebrated his arrival with immense joy and gratitude, flourishing despite the war. 

He eventually learned of four rogue cultivators who he’d allegedly hired to protect and support his territories on his behalf. All efforts to find them were in vain, however, and Jiāng Wǎnyín became Jiāng Zōng​zhǔ without knowing the names of the four strangers that had made his shì come out of the war as the most prosperous, and therefore most powerful, of the jiāng​hú. 

Gāo Bā and Chén Hào​rán got married in a quiet ceremony in Hóuguān underneath a beautiful banyan tree with only Zhōng Liǔ and Wèi Yīng in attendance. The two of them went off to continue traveling as rogue cultivators before eventually settling down in a small village in Yúnmèng with their two children.

Zhōng Liǔ traveled with Wèi Yīng for many years, despite her insistence he could go off alone and leave his old adopted mother behind. She died peacefully in her sleep after receiving a lethal injury during a terrifying encounter with a false goddess statue in Dàfàn, nearly twenty-two years after leaving Yúnmèng Jiāng. 

Three years after the end of the Sunshot Campaign, Lán Wàngjī met a rogue cultivator while on a nighthunt and fell in love at first sight. They courted for three years before he finally mustered up the courage to ask his terrifying adopted mother and aunt for his hand in marriage. Wèi Yīng was more shocked at the proposal than anyone else. 

The end. 

Notes:

Names= Liǔ - 柳: willow; 八 - Bā: eight; or, 巴 - bā: to long for / to wish / to cling to / to stick to; 浩然 - Hào​rán: vast / expansive / overwhelming.

Information about the Giang Chinese Salamander aka wá​wa​yú.

榕 - Róng: Chinese banyan (Ficus microcarpa), a nickname for [福州 - Fúzhōu] aka [侯官 - Hóuguān], a coastal city in southeastern China.

更生 - Gēngshēng: resurrection / rebirth / reinvigorated / rejuvenated / a new lease of life.

#Unfridging MDZS Women Bingo #mdzs #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #my writing #fanfic #Jinzhu and Yinzhu #canon divergence #rogue cultivators

[righteousinadversity]

After Wei WuXian’s death, the period is drawn on the topic. The discussions of the people are mostly the same, with a few unconventional opinions being brought down immediately.

The fact that unconventional opinions regarding WWX implies that there were people who remembered WWX as the man he once was - implies that there were people who did not agree that the sects did some great service to the world when they took to the Burial Mounds and slaughtered innocents and called it righteousness and justice.

The cultivation world of MDZS may not care for those opinions, very comfortable in their golden halls, but the fact that those opinions existed still matters.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wondering if there were cultivators that left their sects after the siege #cultivators who disagreed with the decisions of the clan leaders and decided to become rogue cultivators #might turn this into a fic someday #who knows #yes I am again re reading mdzs #I love it #sue me

[yinyangbuns]

no bc i really am back on my rogue cultivator wwx canon divergence bullshit

image a wangxian that doesn’t meet at the lectures; a wwx who is not part of the jiang sect (anymore, at least) but is just as formidable as ever, if carrying a few more scars than normal. a lwj who only ever goes on night hunts alone, who insists at all times that other people only cause more trouble.

a wangxian who meet for the first time on one of these night hunts, both solo, immovable rock vs unstoppable force style as wwx tries to get lwj to talk to him. lwj adamantly refuses, they wrap up the night hunt no closer, with no names exchanged, but much more intrigued with one another, and lwj figures that’s that.

except that they keep running into each other. until each proves themselves time and time again, saves each other time and time again, tends each others injuries time and time again, until their solo night hunts aren’t so solo anymore.

It’s a reluctant partnership but one built on trust born from experience. They have both seen the other’s skill first hand, have gotten to know each other’s moral compass to a T.

A Lan Xichen who watches this loner brother of his suddenly gain a companion in the form of a rogue cultivator he refuses to name - a rogue cultivator he drags into the Cloud Recesses past curfew one day, bleeding out.

Which wouldn’t be an issue, except that the lectures are happening, and the Jiang disciples recognize him, and oh god A-Zhan’s best-friend-and-poorly-concealed-crush is the Jiang ex-head disciple who defected for reasons unknown to the greater cultivation world.

(The offical reason given is a difference in opinion. The rumors - not that Lan Xichen listens to rumors, mind you - say that it was something much worse, that the Wei boy stumbled from Lotus Pier with a pained twist to his mouth and a blood trail following him.)

Secrets come to light. Wwx refuses to say much on the matter, declares the past to be the past, and is overall the worst patient the Lan healers have had in decades. But he says enough to separate fact from fiction regarding the rumors - rumors that, in the end, contain more truth the the Jiang’s official statement.

And so the Lan clan shelters Wwx until he heals, and he stays for the lectures, driving Lan Qiren insane and adamantly avoiding the Jiang disciples whenever possible, and when the lectures end he just… doesn’t leave? He sticks around, making talismans and improving the cloud recesses’ barriers, and then when the Wen come, they find a Cloud Recesses that is much more well-fortified than they had expected, giving the Lan that smallest advantage.

and well… that’s as far as I’ve gotten. Just. rogue cultivator wwx au where he defects before the gusu lectures and meets lan zhan on night hunts, and the lan form an opinion on lwj’s night hunt buddy instead of on an unruly jiang disciple who is the son of an unruly rogue cultivator (that they can’t really rescind once they find out who, exactly, is matching lwj stroke for stroke), and then if the wen still take cloud recesses, when cloud recesses burns, wwx follows lwj to the indoctrination, gets trapped in the cave with him like in canon (plus extra tension w/ jiang cheng, who despite everything doesn’t understand why wwx left, why he’s been avoiding him, when it was supposed to be them against the world, when nothing even changed when he left, when his parents still fought and his father was still didn’t like him and-) and goes with lwj back to Gusu when they do finally get out of the cave.

A wwx who has no standing in the cultivation world, and yet is making a name for himself anyways, always with this Lan kid (who turned out to be pretty important) that he met on a night hunt at his side. Certain people do not take kindly to a nobody upstaging them.

Anyways wwx and lwj against the world from there in out i suppose. who knows not me probably only the fic gods

#mdzs #lylys fic ideas #mxtx #danmei #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #wwx #wangxian #the untamed #lwj #lan wangji #do i care that wwx would never leave his sect as a teenager bc debt loyalty blah blah blah? no not really #i love him but he’s dumb and i need him to be outside of the jiangs influence for my own peace of mind #i also just really enjoy the thought of wwx becoming a rogue cultivator to honor his parents’ memory #makes me <3

[any-mouse]

Been teased by a bunny lately.

Post-Sunshot, it becomes big news that Lan Wangji is presumed dead. Much mourning, sadness, everyone prepares to move on while mouthing all the right sentiments.

And then the news comes to Yiling.

And then the Yiling Patriarch comes sweeping out with a real undead army and ghost spies in revenge. He will not let the murderers go free.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #fanfic #lan wangji #wangxian #Mdzs #Lan Wangji is not actually dead #Because it’s me and I can’t hurt my Wangxian like that #But Su she is *sweating* #So is most of the rest of the cultivators #For once the life expectancy of rogue cultivators is better than that of the sects

[cornypine]

As it happens in fairy tales, there is a curse put on Lan Wangji. His praised self-restraint and composure is no longer there. The only way to break the curse is for a person to spend three days and three nights in close proximity to Lan Wangji.

No one can achieve that.

When Lan Wangji speaks his mind, even most prominent cultivators are not spared, and leave in rage. When Lan Wangji is introduced to fairest beauties of the land, he doesn't give them a second glance, and they run away in embarrassment. When Lan Wangji doesn’t want to spend time with someone, not even the strongest can stop him, they all get thrown out.

Lan Clan runs out of options and Lan Wangji secludes himself away.

When the word of these events reaches Wei Wuxian, he laughs himself off his donkey’s back.

‘Just don’t get kicked out. How hard can it be?’ he asks himself. His conduct was never up to Lan Wangji standards, he wasn't given the time of day by Lan Wangji, and he still could bother him all the time, until well… ‘Don't get kicked out too fast’ he amended.

Then he turns his donkey around and sets off to Gusu, to help Lan Wangji out of his misery.

Emperor Smile in hand, and spring books tucked away for the sake of old times, Wei Wuxian makes it to the gates of Gusu. He has no doubt in his abilities, but even if he ties himself by force to the other, it won’t be easy. After all, Lan Wangji’s skills match his. “Well, fuck me if he won’t be my friend after that one!” he gulps down the rest of the wine and demands to be let in.

Seven days. Seven days pass, and neither Lan Wangji, nor Wei Wuxian emerge from seclusion. During the day there are crashing noises and wild laughs, during night screams of ‘spare me hanguang-jun!’ can be heard.

They do send requests for food and refreshments. But none of them decided to come out yet. 

Lan Xichen figures out it must be difficult to tell if it had worked, when around someone with whom one doesn’t want to be restrained. Nevertheless he quietly asks the disciples to start preparing for the celebration. By now, the curse must have been lifted, and by the looks of it, master Wei is here to stay. Lan Xichen takes a deep breath, and braces himself for an uphill battle.

After all, someone needs to break the news to Lan Qiren.

#mdzs #fairy tale au #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan xichen #lan clan #curse #rogue cultivator wwx #prompt #short fic #they lived happily ever after

[xueyangscrimes]

more of my a-Qing lives and becomes a rogue cultivator au! I thought it might be sweet if a-Qing adopts xiao xingchen's surname. Featuring my awful Chinese handwriting! I took mandarin for a while and only learned traditional so thats why its not simplified.

#original posts #A-qing #Wei wuxian #Au: Rogue cultivator a-qing

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Lay my body down by tawaen

💙 Lay my body down

by tawaen

M, 48k, Wangxian

Summary: One of the fragments of Wei Wuxian's soul, splintered during the first siege of the Burial Mounds, uses the energy released by the Yin Tiger Tally and flees backwards through time to another moment where Wei Wuxian was close to death – after the fall of Lotus Pier, at the hands of Jiang Wanyin. Knowing how his first life will end, Wei Wuxian decides to hide his survival, and leave the cultivation world behind. Kay's comments: This story left me absolutely speechless, it was just so perfect! As if someone magically knew all my favourite things and wrote them into a story. It's got genius inventor Wei Wuxian, who becomes a rogue cultivator of sorts and finds his family with the Wens! It's got actual consequences from grave injuries that aren't magically healed! It's got Wen Qing being a good leader and the best sister! It's got Lan Wangji suffering the pain of loss much sooner and therefore learning his lesson sooner and holding on tight to Wei Wuxian when they meet again! It's got the sects getting what they have coming! And it's also incredibly well-written and I literally couldn't stop myself from reading it in one sitting. Excerpt: Wei Ying is too exhausted and in too much pain to deal with the rage, fear and grief. He is already overwhelmed with those feelings from the fall of Lotus Pier. He cannot process the memory or any of his emotions now. Right now, he needs to focus on healing as much as he can. The Wen will come for them soon. His golden core opened his airways and protected them while he was unconscious. He focuses the remainder of his spiritual energy on his back; he needs to stop the bleeding. He can't stay here, but he needs to be sure he won't loose too much blood or get infected through the open, weeping gashes on his back. He meditates as Jiang Cheng's breathing evens out, having finally burned through his rage and cried himself to sleep beside the broken, bloody body of his childhood companion. Once he is sure all the bleeding stopped, he slowly rolls himself into the water of the river next to them. When Jiang Cheng wakes, it will look like Wei Wuxian moved in his sleep – drowned and carried away by the river.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, time travel, time travel fix-it, somebody lives/not everybody dies, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, butterfly effect, no golden core transfer, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, not jiang cheng friendly, cultivation sect politics, demonic cultivation, sunshot campaign, wen remnants live, eventual lan wangji/wei wuxian, time travelling wei wuxian

~*~

(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Favorite #Kay's Rec #February 2024 #Mature #medium fic 15k-49k #pov wei wuxian #canon divergence #time travel #time travel fix-it #somebody lives/not everybody dies #rogue cultivator wei wuxian #butterfly effect #no golden core transfer #no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation #not jiang cheng friendly #cultivation sect politics #demonic cultivation #sunshot campaign #wen remnants live #eventual lan wangji/wei wuxian #time travelling wei wuxian

[fistfuloflightning]

…I am so sorry. I’ll have to get used to it. He’ll be my father-in-law, after all.

Jiuyuan bc you know that’s how I roll

#I AM BACK! #I had fandom burnout for a bit (and an unhealthy dose of writers block) #but my muse has returned from vacation #more for the mdzs/svsss au #crow!wei wuxian #he knows SJ’s type and the only way he’ll let go of his bby boy is over his dead body #SY undoubtedly has something to say abt that #svsss #jiuyuan #shen yuan #shen jiu #wei wuxian #mdzs #rogue cultivator shen yuan #my art #svsss au #svsss art #scum villain #crows

[mxtxfanatic]

Just saw someone make a post about how Hanguang-jun was “beefing” with a child (Jin Ling), and while the response I saw to it was fantastic—pointing out how Jin Ling was a spoiled brat who was constantly, knowingly putting others in danger and Lan Wangji served as one of the first adults in his life (the other being Wei Wuxian) who actually disciplined him for his unruly actions in order to teach him to be a better person—it made me think of something I never really took notice of: Jin Ling is afraid of other adults.

Now, obviously Jin Ling isn’t afraid of all adults. He’s unhesitant about bossing around the adult Jiang disciples when his uncle isn’t around. He treats “Mo Xuanyu” very disrespectfully until Wei Wuxian puts him in his place. He’s fine with yelling back at the adult rogue cultivators whose lives he’s endangered. But he reacts to Hanguang-jun as if Lan Wangji is going to kill him (or Fairy) for stepping out of line. Why? There are two reasons for this: 1) Jin Ling is afraid of adults that his uncles will not protect him from and 2) because he has not had any positive examples of care or discipline in his life, discipline, in his mind, carries an inherent threat of violence.

Let’s discuss point one. Outside of Lan Wangji, every adult listed above has been successfully suppressed by either Jiang Cheng or Jin Guangyao, Jin Ling’s uncles. The Jiang disciples are under Jiang Cheng’s control. The rogue cultivators are cowed by the threat of Jiang Cheng’s Zidian. Mo Xuanyu has been expelled by Jin Guangyao with the full weight of the Jin Clan behind him. So Jin Ling, the nephew who they allow to run wild, has nothing to fear by disrespecting them. However, Lan Wangji does not fall into this category. Lan Wangji is the younger brother of Jin Guangyao’s sworn brother, and as the uncle who does not step in to protect Jin Ling from violence, Jin Ling is well aware that Jin Guangyao would likely not side with him if he crossed Lan Wangji. At most, he would play peacemaker, as he does to discourage Jiang Cheng from reprimanding Jin Ling in his presence. This only works for individuals who care about reputation, though, and Lan Wangji is no such individual. That leaves Jiang Cheng as the only one who could potentially suppress Lan Wangji, but immediately upon confrontation, Jiang Cheng backs down from conflict and instead chooses to throw Jin Ling under the bus, probably for the first time in the child’s life. Neither of his powerful uncles will defend him against this adult, and this adult, himself, is unafraid to run afoul of Jin Ling. This, then, leads to the second point.

Jin Ling has only known violence as a form of discipline. It is notable that neither of Jin Ling’s uncles discipline him when he is in the wrong for his actions: Jin Guangyao coaxes Jin Ling while deflecting criticism while Jiang Cheng encourages Jin Ling’s bad behavior…except when directed at himself. Thus, let’s remove Jin Guangyao from this “discipline” conversation. What does Jin Ling know of Jiang Cheng’s discipline methods? Well, he whips first and asks questions later. He belittles Jin Ling with verbal abuse and resorts to physical violence against his nephew when under stress. He runs his sect with such an iron fist that his disciples are afraid to tell him things he does not like. Jin Ling has never known him to be anything but cruel and cold. And if we take into account how both the Jin and Jiang clans treat outsiders, we see that most situations of disagreement or discontent end in violence, with the Jiang and Jin as the ultimate victors. Therefore, with these stunning examples of “discipline” from his childhood guardians and their clans, it is no wonder that Jin Ling fears what being “disciplined” entails from the hands of an adult that neither of his uncles will fight for him against.

It is perfectly reasonable—in the most tragic of ways—that Hanguang-jun terrifies him at the beginning if the story. This is why the introduction of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian into his life was imperative: Jin Ling got to learn that discipline—be it criticisms or reprimands—is not inherently violent and thus was made safe enough by his two unlikely mentors to listen to them in order to transform into the better person he is by the end of the novel.

#mdzs #human metas mxtx #it always struck me that jin ling’s immediate thought #to getting caught by hgj allowing fairy to run around biting people #was ‘he’s gonna kill my dog’ #not ‘he’s gonna tell me off’ or ‘he’s gonna tell my uncle(s)’ #but ‘he *is* gonna kill my dog’ #with full confidence that this is just a thing that normal adults do to people who annoy them #absolute red flag for that kid’s entire childhood #example 18374728474 that jin ling’s childhood was abusive

[bnnywngs]

cloud recesses arc but wwx was actually raised by his rogue cultivator parents

some lan: but the ruleS

wwx: i'm sorry but where i come from we priorize surviving

some junior cultivator, probably a jin: how much do you charge?

wwx, shocked: you TAKE MONEY from ordinary folk for doing your JOB?!

someone else: how's your routine?

wwx: what's routine?

wangji: ridiculous!

wwx: yes! that's me! i'm a ridiculous man for falling in love at first sight!! with you!! marry me? my mom said i should ask that if i met someone beautiful

xichen, nervous: i don't think it's quite like this.....

#mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #mdzs headcanons #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #lan xichen #lan wangji x wei wuxian #mdzs wangxian #wangxian imagine #wwx parents are alive bc i want to #rogue cultivator wwx #cloud recesses arc #cloud recesses #my writing #bnnywngs imagine #the untamed incorrect quotes #incorrect mdzs

[jasontoddiefor]

Okay AU where Wei Wuxian gets summoned back to life by like the Su Sect head disciple a couple years pre canon.

The head disciple idk maybe saw the curse backlash on Su Minshan and was Disillusioned By His Sect Leader’s Actions and maybe some other shit so he was like “I’m gonna get back the Yiling Patriarch so he can get revenge on the guy actually to blame for the hundred holes curse”

WWX is So Confused when he wakes up. Who the fuck is this guy. Where is he. What is going on.

Because there isn’t a conspiracy going on, he gets a very nice letter detailing his life and what he is to do.

So WWX has like fifteen emotions about Su Minshan being the start that lead to his death and, in a particular show of absolutely no self restraint, goes Yiling Patriarch on Su Minshan.

F to Su Minshan, he dies very quickly and painfully.

And here is where WWX should make his escape attempt, exact the person to find him is a baby disciple, seeing Su Minshan’s body, seeing WWX and long forgotten instincts kick in.

Five minutes later, WWX finds himself carrying The Baby Disciple to the Sect’s infirmary, yelling for a healer because their sect leader had a qi deviations and he couldn’t stop it and someone help

WWX is very confused this whole lie is apparently working. He gets the sense that the disciples’ curriculum is still being established. And while sorting all that out, he thinks about quitting the sect and running off with his new life except people keep handing shit to him because this newly established sect does not have a proper heir. It does have a Head Disciple who decided to commit suicide murder so WWX could be here.

He categorically does not want to be in charge. Unfortunately, until the second disciple toughens up, he’s gotta be

And it’s not like the whole sect is a mess? There are a lot of rogue cultivators who joined a sect that didn’t want to be as arrogant as the great sects. People whose sects were destroyed, too bitter to join any other established one, but willing to rebuild

They’re nice people. Leaving then hanging just feels kinda bad? So he can stick around for a while. And teach some lessons because WWX may not be a Lan but unfortunately he is that annoying genius that has to hear a song only once and fuck no, that’s not how that Lan song goes, you’re playing that incorrectly—

So he’s keeping himself busy instructing and conducting nighthunts and doing work he Did Not Sign Up For. He twitches when they call him sect leader. But they make advances and maybe they can figure out some musical cultivation of their own if they’re so intend on doing that. They can be better than just less good Lan, he thinks.

Now, however, here’s the thing. Su Minshan still obviously cursed Jin Zixun. And when a sect leader dies surprisingly, that draws attention, especially since he was so close friends with Jin Guangyao

WWX does not intend to drop the “by the way your friend did shady shit” thing so obviously but if the Jin keep pushing for shit now that the Su sect is suddenly getting a lot better very quickly, he’s gonna push back

Cut to: WWX, in the middle of teaching Baby Disciples some half-forgotten nonsense melody, freezing up as Lan “I am gonna I investigate the shit of the thing that started the events that got my one love killed” Wangji shows up in his classroom

Watch the chaos.

#mdzs #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #Su disciple WWX au #AUs and ideas