#sorry i threw wangji and a-yuan in there

[drwcn]

《WITHOUT ENVY》 STORYBOARD 20 - SERIES COMPLETE!!!!

cql au: concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

[storyboard 1]  [storyboard 2]  [storyboard 3]  [storyboard 4] [storyboard 5] [storyboard 6] [storyboard 7] [storyboard 8] [storyboard 9] [storyboard 10]  [storyboard 11] [storyboard 12] [storyboard 13] [storyboard 14] [storyboard 15] [storyboard 16] [storyboard 17] [storyboard 18] [storyboard 19]

Snippets chronological: [5] [10] [2] [6] [6.2] [1] [3] [4] [7] [8] [9] [11] [12]

Final Storyboard 20 Undercut! a bit long since it is the last one. Sorry it took like 8 months... I am a baby doctor and am off doing busy baby doctor things (as in i am junior, not that i'm a neonatologist)

The Emperor, the Consort, and the Concubine:

Like Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen was having relationshp problems of his own. For months after the war, he did not visit Meng Yao, nor did he strip him of his title and rank. Instead, Meng Yao was allowed to carry on living as though nothing had changed, for on paper, nothing had. Still, the ears of the palace had caught wind of the Emperor's changed heart, and of the sordid truths from Meng Yao's past.

Nie Mingjue knew better though. He knew the real reason why Lan Xichen was angry was not because he found out that Meng Yao was the son of a prostitute, but that he had organized and ruled over an entire secret military operation behind Lan Xichen's back. He had everyone on his team: Lan Xichen's uncle, Lan Xichen's husband, Lan Xichen's courtiers...everyone except Lan Xichen himself.

Ultimately Lan Xichen was just hurt by Meng Yao's lack of trust. Nie Mingjue, not wanting to see the two men he loved the most hurting like this, did his best to play the mediator, helping Lan Xichen to understand Meng Yao's reasons. See [Snippet 11].

Yes they reconciled. I'm not crazy, this is a happy story with happy ending for my little meow meows. [Snippet 12].

Hanguang Manor aka all was not well in the state of denmark

Lan Wangji's visit to the Imperial Prison left him in a state of emotional disarray, having discovered the truth about Wei Wuxian's role in the war. As with most things that didn't involve war and battlefield, Lan Wangji's only source of pragmatic advice on how to manage his otherwise clusterfuck of a private life, is his wife.

The candle was burning low in the princess consort's chamber by the time Lan Wangji stumbled through its threshold. Jiang Yanli looked up from from where she was waving a fan slowly beside a slumbering A-Yuan, drool dripping sideways onto his cherub cheek.

"Dianxia..." Jiang Yanli rose to her feet. She stood in her socks, having already dressed down for bed. "A-Yuan was particularly clingy tonight, threw a bit of a tantrum, so I -"

"It is no matter," Lan Wangji shook his head. "I should not have interrupted, I shall return to my own chamber -"

"No, please, stay. There's much we need to discuss." Gesturing at her handmaiden, Jiang Yanli gave instruction to move the little princeling to his own suite. The toddler whined a little when he was lifted into the handmaiden's gentle and practiced embrace, but otherwise remained utterly oblivious. His mother soothed him with a light kiss to his temple and bid him off.

Lan Wangji approached his heir before the maid carried the boy away. He remembered the night Lan Yuan was born and recalled Wei Ying's absolute delight - Lan Zhan, look how adorable he is! I don't mean to play favourite with the children but I think this one is going to be special - aww he yawned. Oh! And he has your nose. Out of his three sons, A-Yuan was the one Lan Zhan knew the least. For the majority of his short young life, Lan Wangji had been away at war. He had once believed when A-Yuan was born that he would grow up raised by all three of them: Yanli, Wei Ying and himself, but now...

"Is it true, what A-Cheng said earlier about A-Xian?"

"It is."

"And what will happen to him?"

"I went to the Ministry of Justice. I..." Lan Wangji stared helpless at his wife. The negotiations for the release and exchange of the prisoners of war were still being deliberated by Qishan's ambassadors and Gusu's Secretariat, but that only meant Wei Ying's days were numbered. "I asked to see the list of prisoners who could potentially be traded. Wei Ying's name was not there."

"What...what does that mean?"

"It means Qishan has discarded Wei Ying, left to Gusu's devices. And I know the court is going to seek justice. Except they do not know that it will be a false one."

Jiang Yanli had always been a meek and obedient girl, but her fortitude and poise throughout the war effort had demonstrated to the world that she was a fiercer woman than anyone ever given her credit for. A fact her husband already knew, which is why she was the only one he trusted to be completely and unquestioningly on his side in his moment of need.

The merits of her character, the fruitfulness of her pregnancy, and the contribution of her maiden familly during the war all came together to supply her elevation from deputy consort to princess consort. The imperial decree came just days after Lan Wangji's victorious return. Jiang Yanli was named his legal wife, the lady of his princely manor, the mother of his heir, just as they had planned all along. Theirs was no love match, but she will be his Empress one day, his partner on the throne. They understood each other well, and Lan Wangji knew that Jiang Yanli would stand with him to fight for Wei Ying. After all, her devotion to her family was absolute. And Wei Ying... Wei Ying was her family, and from the looks of it, she had believed in him even when Lan Wangji himself didn't.

"Tomorrow, dianxia, tomorrow, you and I will go to court and beg our royal brother for clemency. If he knew the truth, if he knew all A-Xian had done for our country, for you, if he knew his love for you -"

"I cannot speak on that, he - tonight -"

"Don't be a fool, my prince. Oh what am I saying, you're both fools. Wei Ying, that idiot boy, of course he would deny everything now. But if you doubt him, doubt his devotion to you, after everything he's done, then perhaps you are an even bigger fool than my brother."

Morning came and brought thunderous summer rain, but despite the downpour, Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji donned their official courtly robes of prince and princess consort and set off to see Lan Xichen. But Lan Xichen was not in his usual imperial study, nor in his official palace of work. Instead, his brother and sister-in-law found him and Nie Mingjue in Fangfei-dian (Fangfei Palace), alternating between handling court matters and serving at Meng Yao's bedside. Unfortunately, their uncle Lan Qiren was also there.

"I am sorry, Wangji. You were never meant to find out this way." Lan Qiren sighed, dropping his tea cup onto the table with a resigned clang. They were in the zhengtang(1) of Fangfei-dian, away from Meng Yao's private quarters where he rested. Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren sat at centre front, with Nie Mingjue looking caught in an awkward position to the left. "Get up, up!" Lan Qiren urged, frowning most disapprovingly. "What are you doing, kneeling there like that in your full regalia, completely inappropriate -"

"Not until bixia has agreed to reveal the truth." Lan Wangji remained unyielding, presenting the silk-bound parchment of his letter of submital with upturned hands, elbows defiantly straight. The letter detailed Wei Wuxian's true allegiance throughout the war, written by his hand and cosigned by himself and Jiang Cheng.

"Hmph!" Angrily, Lan Qiren slammed the table. "Forcing your soverign's hand? This is sedition!"

"You are not the soverign, huangshu!"

Even Nie Mingjue appeared surprised at Lan Wangji's raised tone of voice. For a taciturn and laconic man, this was entirely out of his character. Lan Xichen rose from his seat, for he knew better than anyone present, that this was his baby brother being pushed to his limit.

"Wangji-"

"I beseech you, bixia, huangxiong -" Lan Wangji's voice wavered.He raised his eyes from where he had fixed it upon an indeterminate point ahead of him and gazed up at his older brother desperately. "Da'ge... please."

"Do you understand what you're asking your huangxiong to admit to?" Their uncle interrupted them, but with a softer tone this time. "To create the illusion of Wei Wuxian's alligence to Wen Ruohan, we've had to... make sacrifices of our men, our soldiers, sons and brothers and fathers who now can no longer go home to their families. Their sacrifice earned us the peace we have today. You would have your brother, the soverign, making such an admission which would undermine his rule at a time when this country needs stability and hope! You would, for one man, have the entire country question Xichen's integrity, his judgement, his character when he is the most blameless of us all!"

The hall was silent for a long beat.

And slowly, Lan Wangji lowered his arms, his submittal dropping to the floor. Jiang Yanli reached for him, hesitating, "Dianxia."

When no one spoke further, Jiang Yanli looked fully ready to pick up the submittal and continue where Lan Wangji had failed. But it was not necessary. Her husband stilled her hand and said without looking at anyone this time: "You are right, huangshu. Huangxiong is innocent, but Wei Ying was not the one who orchestrated those underhanded schemes either, was he? You and I both know, huangshu, which mind - mastermind - was behind it all."

Lan Xichen's expression stuttered, the worry and empathy in his eyes cooling and overtaken by another kind of emotion, something thicker, darker. Behind him, Lan Wangji saw from the corner of his eyes Nie Mingjue's fist tighten anxiously.

"Hanguang-wang -"

"Do not scold him, Da'ge. He is right." Meng Yao voice came from the doorway. He was dressed in mere sleepwear, hair half bound, with a cloak draped over his shoulders, the edge of which was damp with rain despite the umbrella Hengsheng held overhead.

"A-Yao," Nie Mingjue hurriedly helped him into the room and chastised without much heat. "You should be resting."

"I am rested enough. And it's true what he says. I was the one behind it all."

"No." Before either one of Meng Yao's lovers could protest, it was Lan Qiren who disputed his claim. "What you did was brokering an agreement with Dafan-junzhu Wen Qing to protect Gusu, supplant Wen Ruohan and replace him with her father. You did it with the full knowledge of myself, the late Marshal Jiang and Mingjue. And believe me, A-Yao, I had you investigated extremely thoroughly, and I am satisfied to say you did not act against Gusu's longterm interest in any way.

"We cannot reveal your bargain without compromising the identity of the other party. We promised Wen Qing that her father's rule would not be stained by treason, collution with outside forces, and kin-killing. Qishan needs peace and time to heal as much as we do. Dafan-junwang will make a good soverign for his people, and a good neighbour to Gusu. For the sake of our citizens, we cannot risk Qishan's court finding a reason to despise and dispose him.

"That aside, whether Wei Wuxian eventually worked for us or not, it is undeniable that he had stolen the defence plans for Yiling which directly led to the massacre that happened and Qishan's subsequent occupation there. He did that of his own volition, for Wen Ruohan. Not for us. If nothing else, he still has to answer for that, and that alone is enough to cost him his life."

Lan Wangji rose to his feet, Jiang Yanli in toll. There was anger and tears unshed in his eyes, but the way he breathed harshly signalled to all those present that he knew he had lost this fight. He watched his brother take Meng Yao's hand and Nie Mingjue's protective paws curling around Meng Yao shoulders.

Meng Yao stared at him. There was pity in his eyes, but no remorse.

Lan Wangji's knuckles turned white.

Jiang Yanli saw it before anyone else. He wanted Meng Yao dead, but he left wordlessly nonetheless. Out into the pouring rain without another look.

His wife picked up the letter of submittal and sighed. "That night, as I understand it, A-Xian had every intention of leaving Gusu and abandoning Wen Ruohan's mission. He no longer wished to fight for any side. It was Lianfang-jun who convinced to him stay. Of course I am happy that my brother, my mother, and my son are all alive today, but sometimes I wonder if A-Xian had just left, perhaps that would've been okay too. I think my husband could've lived hating A-Xian forever, but this...this I don't know."

Jiang Yani collected her self, placed her hands together and dipped into a proper curtsy. "I shall take my leave, and bid you well."

Notes: 1) zhengtang 正堂 - a traditional chinese home, from as small as a peasant's home to a palace, is actually multiple independent houses/structures within one courtyard. This courtyard can be quite complex with multiple inner sections but ultimately the perimeter is a square or rectangular wall enclosure. Each independent house within the courtyard has its functionn. A sleeping quarter is usually in the inner most portion, while a zhengtang is the front and centre house where guests are received formally.

The Execution and Other Related Shenanigan:

Wei Wuxian was scheduled to be executed in the fall. And so began a month long cold war between Lan Wangji and the rest of the Lan family. He shut himself away and refused to see anyone. Jiang Yanli, Luo Qingyang, and Qin Su became increasingly concerned.

"If Wei Wuxian dies, forgive my inauspicious words, but I fear dianxia will do the unthinkable." Mianmian whispered to her harem sisters on a hot summer night when their children were asleep. "I mean...there's a family history of Lan men throwing it all away when their beloved dies, especially when there are an abundance of heirs and regents."

In addition to Lan Wangji thinking daily of just offing himself, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng decided - fuck it - they were gonna storm the execution site and rescue Wei Wuxian because to hell with the rules. Attempt the impossible. Or whatever. Family motto. Detailed snippet here [snippet 8].

Thankfully, Nie Huaisang (with the help of Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan and Xue Yang) managed to drag his injured partially recovered ass back to the capital at the metaphoric 11:59pm like a procrastinating college student submitting their assignmen, and saved Wei Wuxian's neck from the chopping block.

"We have less than hour before his execution, shouldn't we head to the arena?!" Song Lan called out over his shoulder as he violated several ancient fantasy china traffic laws while speeding down the street in his horse-drawn carriage.

"And say what?!" Exclaimed Nie Huaisang back in frustration. "We have no official decree, and I look like a stale shit shat by a constipated cow in my state. I need to see my brother, give the Emperor a usable reason to pardon Wei Wuxian, and a good enough lie for old man Lan to placate the court and their pesky ministers."

Nie Huaisang's sudden ressurection changed everything. While he could not claim that Wei Wuxian was their spy from the start, he did create a very believable and elaborate lie about how he was able to convince Wei Wuxian part way through the war to do act against Wen Ruohan for Gusu's benefit. Not because he loves Gusu oh no, but because despite Wei Wuxian's "loyalty" to Wen Ruohan, his heart lies with Lan Wangji. And while yes he had faced the prince on the battle field, had killed his men, and even injured the prince himself, he never wished for Lan Wangji to die. So when told about Lan Wangji's predictament in the snowy freezing hills of the Burial Mount, Wei Wuxian devised a plan to rescue Lan Wangji.

Nie Huaisang produced an eloquent and vague letter from Wen Qing, who had corresponded with since he learned of Wei Wuxian's impending death. In it, Wen Qing said nothing of Wei Wuxian's history as a spy, only that in the last moment when Wen Ruohan had trapped his entire court inside the palace, lured in Gusu's troops, and had every intention to light everyone aflame, it was Wei Wuxian who stopped him, saving everyone, and forgoing his chance to escape to freedom. This much, she can publically acknowledge without implicating herself or her father in any way.

And to Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang said, "Da'ge, if it weren't for Wei Wuxian sending Xue Yang to rescue me, I probably would've been tortured to death or worse at the hands of Xue Chonghai."

The public asked: if Wei Wuxian was not the hellish monster that they all believed to be, if his love for Hanguang-wang was true, then how come then he did not say anything to defend himself?

Because, replied Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian is a man who has a conscience, and he knows he's done wrong, and he believes he deserves to die. Such a man is rare in this world, and should be given a chance to do more, to atone with the rest of his life all that he'd taken away. The dead can never come back, and killing Wei Wuxian when there's so much he could do for the those left behind by the dead, would be a waste and a shame.

And so after many months, it was decided that Wei Wuxian would be exiled indefinitely to border city of Yiling - the neutral zone - to rebuild the community that his actions had destroyed. He was due to leave at the onset of winter.

In the meantime, Lan Wangji was officially installed as Crown Prince, his brother's legitimate heir, and Jiang Yanli as Crown Princess Consort.

Before Wei Wuxian began his exile, his family came to see him off. Detailed snippet here [snippet 9].

And immediately following snippet 9 ->

Lan Wangji arrived on horseback, his white winter cloak bellowing behind him as he charged towards the departure party. He must have come straight from the palace, for he was still in his stately court robes.

Wei Wuxian did not wish to stare, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. The last he'd seen of the man he loved was when he had driven him away, tears in his eyes, from his prison cell. The time before that was when Lan Wangji found him cradling Wen Ruohan's dead body at Nevernight and promptedly arrested him. And then time before that was when they had clashed swords in the snow and Wei Wuxian had inadvertidently killed Mo Xuyuan. And the time before that, was when Wei Wuxian had held Jiang Yanli and A-Yuan hostage trying to escape from Hanguang Manor, and then shot Lan Wangji with an arrow during the chase.

Wei Wuxian thought he would feel more upon this reunion, but all he felt was shame. He would hide himself in a hole in the ground if he could, except of course, this may in fact be the last time he'll ever see Lan Wangji ever again.

When the man in question reined his horse to a stop and hastly jumped off, Wei Wuxian found he suddenly could not raise his eyes off the ground, off the sight of his worrying fingers and the lingering dirt still trapped beneath his nails. At least he had bathed. Thank the gods that the administrators of his exile had allowed him to scrub himself clean of months of prison grime before his journey. As it was, he was in his least threadbare prison garb, and probably was not going to looked better than he did.

Lan Wangji advanced towards him without hesitance, and Wei Wuxian dreaded that he would embrace him, or kiss him, or anything that involved the physical touching of his skin against his own. Because - because -

There was no part of him that Wen Ruohan left unmarred.

So when Lan Wangji was all but a step away, Wei Wuxian tried to drop into a deep kneeling bow. "Taizi-dianxia -"

But Lan Wangji was one step ahead of him. Catching him at the elbow, he pulled him to his feet and gripped him in a crushing embrace. "Wei Ying."

Shaking despite himself, Wei Wuxian fought with the very last of his pride. "I am not Wei Ying."

Except he should've known he could never win against Lan Wangji's bullheadedness.

"You are."

"I am Qishan's Wei Wuxian."

"You are. You are Qishan's Wei Wuxian. And you are my Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian would be embarrassed at how easily he gave in and all but crumbled into tears in Lan Wangji's arms, except he was literally about to be exiled for life, so he really didn't care.

"I'm sorry," said Wei Wuxian when he collected his breath and drew back to gaze upon Lan Wangji's face properly. "I'm so sorry."

And Lan Wangji did not implacate him with lies. "I know."

"I came to Gusu with the singular goal of infiltrating your court. I endeared myself to Jiang Fengmian to use his family for access. I followed Jiang Yanli to get close to you. I was tasked to seduce you."

"I know."

"I killed 37 men and women while living under your roof. I stole the defence plan of Yiling and countless other documents."

"I know."

"I killed Mo Xuanyu on the battlefield. I didn't mean to."

"I know."

"I...I laid with Wen Ruohan, after you. I never wanted to, but I never refused. I laid with him four hundred and seventy one times in the last two years." Wei Wuxian swallowed, his words becoming thick and dry in his mouth. "I laid with him even the night before I killed him."

Wei Wuxian held his breath. He kept his eyes lowered, too ashamed and afraid to look at Lan Wangji now, until he felt warm hands cradling his face, and a pair of warmer lips press into forehead.

"I know," said Lan Wangji quietly. "I've heard it all."

"I'd ask for your forgiveness, but I don't even know how to forgive myself."

"For what?"

"For...? For - "

"He had hurt you in the worst ways possible. I'd offer to kill him for you, but you've demonstrated that you're more than capable of avenging yourself."

Wei Wuxian can't believe Lan Wangj is making a joke, of all things, at a time like this. But it made him laugh, nonetheless. "I'm capable of so much more than you know."

"Oh I know. You were a formidable enemy, ruse or not. Perhaps one day you'll agree to a fair duel, mhm?"

"Perhaps. But what will the people say when their Taizi-dianxia lose to a lowly servant?"

Lan Wangji was quiet for a moment, his eyes turning serious, but gentle. Wei Wuxian had a split-moment premonition that whatever the prince planned to say would break his heart all over again.

"I already lost to you, Wei Ying."

"Lan..." Wei Wuxian struggled with a shuddering breath, Lan Wangji's name choking in his throat, his eyes flooding again with tears. He sniffled in the cold, and made an inelegant swipe at his snotty and drippy nose. "Lan Wangji, you bastard! Saying things like that - how am I supposed to go into exile in peace?!"

"If I could but keep you..."

"You can't, Lan Zhan. This is what I deserve. Putting aside sentiment, you have to see that this is fair."

Lan Wangji held his hands tightly, tears like crystals in his eyes. “Wei Ying, I’ll wait for you.”

But Wei Wuxian only shook his head. “Don’t. Time doesn’t stand still. Live your life Lan Zhan, and one day when I come back, you can fill me in on everything you have achieved. My Lan Zhan is the best. You will be a great taizi, and a great huangdi. And I will guard Yiling and its people for you, until the end of my days."

Overwhelmed, Lan Wangji pulled him in by the nape and kissed him squarely on the lips.

And even though they were about to part forever, for the first time in two awful years, for Wei Wuxian, it felt like coming home.

Eventually, the exile party had to depart. Jiang Cheng bear-hugged Wei Wuxian and threatened him with bodily harm if he was stupid enough to get himself killed in Yiling. "If you dare die on us, I'm going to hell to bring you back and kill you myself!" Jiang Yanli had many many reminders for Wei Wuxian to take care of himself, before handing him the bundle of things she'd packed for him. "Zhangjie, you know I have to carry this to Yiling myself." - "The guards can help you carry it if you get tired" - "Zhangjie, I'm being exiled, not going on vacation!" Two-year-old Lan Yuan was very confused by all the emotional adults, but was extremely cute when he hugged Wei Wuxian around the legs and obediently said, "Xian-diedie, goodbye", like his mother asked him to.

Wei Wuxian embarked on his journey with a care package from the Crown Princess Consort, and the Crown Prince's own winter cloak drapped around his shoulder. His family watched him go until they could no longer see him in the distance.

The End

Okay fine...some closing remarks, epilogue of sorts.

1. Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing:

Yu Ziyuan just about had a stroke when her son, the now very popular and in-demand bachelor Young Marshal Jiang Wanyin wrote to her that he had every intention of marrying Qishan's Grand Princess Wen Qing. And the very political but equally very love-driven marriage was underway when unexpectly Wen Qing's father the new emperor of Qishan had an ACTUAL stroke. He didn't die, but this bout of severe illness left him incapable of governing, and because Wen Ning was all but thirteen, the position of Regent naturally fell to his very capable older sister who was twenty-one and wise beyond her years. Jiang Cheng had his own very unironic "I'll wait you" moment with Wen Qing, and if Wei Wuxian knew about this he'd laugh.

They pushed their wedding back by 5 years, but just when Wen Ning came of age, he told his sister that he never wished to rule and would rather be a physician or a general or literally anything but a soverign. Wen Qing could not force her beloved brother onto the throne, so she became Empress and claimed all children of royal Wen blood eligible to inherit. The heir would be selected by merit alone, and she alone would name her heir when the time came.

Jiang Cheng eventually became Wen Qing's consort at the age of 44 when his eldest niece Lan Yiran, by special dispensation of her royal father His Majesty Hanguang-di, was named Marchioness of Yunmeng and commander of the Jiang Clan army in the southern border. She relinquishes her royal surname Lan and adopts her mother's maiden name Jiang. She reports to court every summer, but lives her days in her main helm of Yunmeng. Ouyang Zizhen, the lovesick son of Minister Ouyang, follows her there as a zhuixu(2) despite his clansmen's protest.

Note: zhuixu - is a man who marries into a woman's family, whose children will have his wife's last name instead of his own. Tend to be looked down upon in history.

2. Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli & the Harem (Mianmian and Qin Su):

It was a sentiment shared amongst all of them that there wasn't enough daughters to spoil rotten. Kaisong, Jingyi and Sizhui (yes Lan Wangji is still that bitch who names his son to long and yearn for) were great kids, but they were dirty rowdy boys. And since Mianmian and Qin Su were very devoted to each other and living their best sapphic life, and since Jiang Yanli was in fact the legal wife, she and Lan Wangji decided to make a few more people. They were very lucky and got two daughters back to back: Yiran and Duanluo.

3. Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, and Nie Mingjue:

Lan Xichen ruled for another seven years after the war. Then one day he decided okay that's enough of that and abdicated the throne to his brother. Both Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue too left their status behind and the three of them fucked off to travel like retirees in a throuple. But don't worry, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng were more than experienced enough to fill in for the brains and brawns position of Lan Wangji's new court.

4. Xue Yang, Xiao Xingcheng, Song Lan ....And Wei Wuxian

Xue Yang, having been Wei Wuxian's shidi and friend most of their violent lives, just couldn't abandon his pathetic little meow meow shixiong to wither away in Yiling by himself. So he convinced Xiao Xingcheng that like...isn't a good taoist supposed to go and help the needy or whatever. The three of them eventually went to Yiling to see what they could do to help the wartorn city. What they found was that Wei Wuxian had already started the rebuilding effort. Yiling was far away from both Nevernight and Cloud Recesses, so Wei Wuxian's infamy wasn't as well known. But the fucking idiot announced on day one of his arrival who he was and confessed his 300 crimes. "I have no protest if the good people of Yiling find my crimes deserving of death. My life is yours to take. But, if you grant me the grace of mercy, I will use the remainder of my life to rebuild and serve this city. I am Yiling's servant, from this day till the last of my days."

And so little by little, Yiling recovered. Wei Wuxian wrote countless letters to local and provincial and imperial administrations asking for grants and funds (and books. What he didn't know, he learned, and read, and sought help from the locals). Thankfully, Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng took it upon themselves to make sure funds were provided. Neighbourhoods were rebuilt. The poor, wounded, widowed and orphaned were cared for. Wei Wuxian set up schools, re-developed farmlands, retrained the able-bodied to form the new defence system of the city. Slowly, businesses returned. Newcomers arrived seeking these opportunities. Babies were born. The sun rose and the sun fell, day after day, night after night.

Wei Wuxian had found a small abandoned residence when he first arrived, no more than a 600 square ft courtyard, barely enough to fit a donkey and a well. He lived there even after things got better, and never moved from this cramped little place.

Xue Yang, XXC and Song Lan came to visit every now and then, so he didn't get too lonely, but being nomadic, they never stayed too long. Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli wrote, as frequently as they could.

Every month or so, a letter would arrive from Cloud Recesses, and Wei Wuxian would sit by the dim light of his oil lamp and bore over Lan Wangji's neat calligraphy. The next day, he would send off a letter of his own.

The years went on. A decade went by.

Entirely against his will, Wei Wuxian had somehow gained a new moniker: Yiling Laozu. He's not sure who started it, but the people of Yiling now would smile and kindly call him Yiling-jun, whenever they pass him on the street. His repentence and dedication had earned him their forgiveness, and over the course of 13 years, their respect. But the toil of his labour took a toll on his health, and at 35 years old, Wei Wuxian found himself at death's door yet again.

"If I didn't come to see you, were you really going to just roll over and die? Why didn't you say something in your last letter, fucking idiot!"

Wei Wuxian's fever addled brain could hardly process the blurry figure sitting at his bedside. "Jiang...Jiang Cheng?"

"Yeah, who else. You look like shit."

"...Thanks."

"Don't worry, you'll live. Qing'er sent her best physician."

"Qing...? Qishan's Empress? Damn, she hasn't dumped you?" Wei Wuxian chuckled despite the heavily in hs chest. Literally even breathing hurt. "Amazing."

"Shut up. When you stopped writing altogether, Lan Wangji nearly lost his goddamn mind. A-jie too was worried sick."

The emperor and empress had sent three consecutive royal missives, which were delayed by outrageous winter storms known to plague the borderlands. Jiang Cheng had found them unopened. Wei Wuxian had been too weak to do much else than lie in bed and wait to die by the time he'd arrived. "Jiang-dage, Wei-gongzi should rest. There will be plenty of time to chat later." A kindly young man interrupted their banter as he entered the room with freshly brewed tonics. Wei Wuxian took in the sight of him and found him entirely too ...unintentionally posh to be just a physician. "Thank you, A-Ning. Leave the tonic to me, I'll make sure he takes it. You go get some rest. The travel here was rough; if you fall ill your sister will declare war on my entire house."

"A-Ning" didn't argue, merely smiled and said he'll come back to reassess Wei Wuxian in a couple hours. "...Was that?" "Yeah." Jiang Cheng helped Wei Wuxian sit up, and handed him his medicine. "Drink up, get better, we'll return to the capital at the onset of spring."

"...We?" Jiang Cheng gave him a crooked smirk. "You've been pardoned, you dumbass. The citizens of Yiling banded together and submitted a letter on your behalf to the imperial court, so moving it made even Old Man Lan shed a tear - okay, maybe not. Point is, the people gave Lan Wangji a reason to pardon you. Your exile is over."

"...Over? I'm...I'm going home?"

"Yeah Wei Wuxian, you're going home."

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #without envy #cql ficlet #corie fics

[lotusjwy]

omg can you do 🚙 for jiang cheng and jin ling 🥺🥺🥺 i need more wholesome jiujiu content. you can throw other characters in too if you want !!! family road trip 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

oh my god this sounds so wholesome. so i will try to mainly focus on jin ling and jiang cheng, as asked, but u are giving me free reign for other characters, and since i’m simply a slut for forcing lan wangji and jiang cheng to get along, i will also add him and a-yuan into this road trip, for no reason other than to cause chaos :) 

okay so if jin ling and a-yuan are kids then, obviously its wangji and jiang cheng in the front seats, the kiddos in the back 

idk where they’re going, use ur imagination, they’re going where ever you want them to be going

jiang cheng makes sure they have enough snacks, and wangji makes sure they have healthy snacks (except they pout at him once and he hands over the chocolate, bc he is a weak weak man, and will indulge a child in anything) 

honestly, i think this roadtrip goes without many problems, like i imagine jin ling loves a-yuan’s company and a-yuan can entertain jin ling better than anyone else, and jiang cheng and wangji wouldn’t be talking a whole lot, so it’s just a peaceful roadtrip to where ever they’re going 

mostly jiang cheng makes sure that jin ling is content to be sitting in the backseat, and isn’t about to throw a tantrum (he’s a very spoilt child) 

they probably take a lot of stops to make sure jin ling gets his snacks, and bathroom breaks, and one particular stop bc the kids saw an animal and wanted to look at it closer, or at least get a picture of it, and again. wangji and jiang cheng are both weak, so ofc they oblige 

the biggest issue is that wangji is a backseat (passenger seat) driver, and hisses if jiang cheng goes even a km over the speed limit and “you turned that corner quite sharply, are you sure you do not wish for me to drive?” “i will turn this car around, so help me lan wangji, do not test me. i don’t know why you had to come with me, just because wei wuxian has work, this is ridiculous. the kids are more well behaved than you’re being, you’re impossible.”

however, if we’re talking jin ling and a-yuan being teenagers? lmao c h a o s 

because wangji backseat drives, he gets put in the actual backseat, bc jiang cheng might actually physically harm the man if he has to look at him

you may think jin ling would get the front seat, bc he is a spoilt boy, who usually gets what he wants

no. a-yuan gets the front seat. jin ling is the type of person who skips through 500 songs bc he wants a specific song but refuses to pick it out saying that it’s gonna come up eventually, and then he doesn’t even listen to the song properly, and skips like half the song, and it’s infuriating 

so a-yuan gets the front seat, bc he’s a civilised human who will take requests, add it to the queue and let songs play through (and he also doesn’t backseat drive) 

“my car, my rules, if you don’t like them, you two can come by yourselves, and i’ll enjoy a peaceful drive with a-yuan” 

in retaliation, jin ling requests ‘what does the fox say’ no less than 10 times during this road trip, and bc he was raised by wei wuxian, a-yuan obliges every time 

in retaliation to this, jiang cheng makes sure ring ding dong by shinee ends playing right after what does the fox say, bc it’s jin ling’s biggest ear worm. a-yuan obliges. 

lan wangji is simply suffering. 

none of the four are ever gonna get the two songs out of their head. whenever they arrive at their destination they keep humming it and hating every second of it, the rest of their family hates them too. 

the actual road trip itself is probably fine, a few arguments between everyone, as they discuss real life problems, like the realistic probability of aliens having made contact with and continue to live on Earth (wangji and jin ling are very much on the ofc they have and ofc they do train of thoughts, and jiang cheng doesn’t really give a shit either way, and a-yuan says ofc aliens exist, but is skeptical of the rest) 

they stop off at a dodgy roadside cafe because jin ling’s stomach was ‘simply going to eat itself, i’m so hungry jiujiu’, and they eat questionable burgers 

lan wangji is still suffering. he questions why every time they plan a family holiday wei ying seems to have work suspiciously on the day they leave every time, forcing him and a-yuan to catch a ride with jiang cheng and jin ling 

he’s still backseat driving, from the actual backseat. jin line and a-yuan have a bet for how long it takes before jiang cheng actually turns the car around because of him. 

he didn’t, but it got very close when wangji suggested that jiang cheng take his driving test again 

by the time they arrive at their destination none of them want to look at each other, and will probably avoid each other for like an hour or two, before they can look at each other without wanting to punch each other

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#jiang cheng #jin ling #lan wangji #lan sizhui #mdzs #headcanons #ask prompt #omg this uh got away from me #i hope u like this anon #sorry i threw wangji and a-yuan in there #i just have been in a lwj/jc be friends mood #since forever #and i had to #i hope u like it!!!! #Anonymous

[wangxianficrecs]

the cow says moo, the chicken says squawk, and the demon beast of yiling says by Dragonskye

the cow says moo, the chicken says squawk, and the demon beast of yiling says

by Dragonskye

T, 58k, wangxian

Summary:  If Lan Wangji had been asking for reasons of fame or money or power (not that he was suffering a shortage of any of those attributes) that would have been one thing. But siblings were a different story entirely. If Jiang Cheng and Yanli were sick, then Wei Wuxian probably would have done just about anything to get those flowers.

"Huh," Wei Wuxian said. "Alright, you can have them."

Lan Wangji's eyes went wide, and Wei Wuxian choked. "I mean-! You can have them if you become my prisoner forever!"

---

In which Lan Wangji, famed Second Jade of Lan, is not actually taken captive by the fearsome Demon Beast of Yiling. But for some reason, he stays anyways.

My comments:  A lovely fairy tale (inspired by the 'Beast' part of Attila's "Frog, Fish, Beast, Idiot") in which wwx and the Wens have all been transformed into beastly forms by a curse. Lwj comes for some of their lotuses, which are known to have magical healing properties. And although wwx quickly talks himself out of keeping lwj prisoner, he comes back again and a again to visit.

Excerpt 1:  A-Yuan shrieked in laughter as Wei Wuxian poked his armpits. “You little gremlin, haven’t I banished you plenty of times before? You just keep coming back for more.”

“Xian-gege, stop!” A-Yuan laughed, but he sounded so joyous that Wei Wuxian swung him around once more before finally letting him down. “It’s dinner! Dinnertime!”

“It sure is!” Wei Wuxian hummed. “What are we having today? Boiled turnip? Turnip salad? Stir-fried turnip stems?”

A-Yuan threw out his arms. “Turnips!”

“I love surprises,” Wei Wuxian said, delighted, and couldn’t resist sweeping A-Yuan into the air again just to hear him shout in excitement.

Excerpt 2:  “Mn,” Lan Wangji said, clearly unconvinced. “Why lotuses?”

“Well, who wants to eat turnips all the time? And I had the seeds. So I thought, why not?”

“Why not,” Lan Wangji repeated.

“I missed home,” Wei Wuxian said, “So I brought it here.”

It came out a lot sadder than he meant it to be, and — oh, that was more information than he’d planned on revealing at all. He snuck a glance, but Lan Wangji didn’t shout, Got you, Wei Wuxian, you liar! so he figured he probably was fine.

Lan Wangji did look thoughtful, though, which Wei Wuxian didn’t like. Maybe it was time to make an exit before he started putting more hints together. Sure, even Lan Zhan wasn’t astute enough to think, hey, this monster who likes lotus sounds a bit like someone I used to know, but what was the point in taking risks? He didn’t want to think about how Lan Zhan — Lan Wangji — would look at him if he learned the truth and believed it a lie.

So he turned away, and refused to acknowledge the disappointment curdling in his chest.

Excerpt 3:  Moments of silence passed before Lan Wangji said carefully, “I didn’t realize there were children here.”

`Was that what had been bothering him? “Only A-Yuan, but yeah,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “We’re raising turnips up here, not an army.”

“Armies are made of people,” A-Yuan hummed in that way kids did when they didn’t fully understand the context. “People fight. Fighting is bad.”

“That’s right, A-Yuan!” Wei Wuxian praised. So smart. He knew he’d been getting through to this child.

A-Yuan puffed up, encouraged. “But murder is okay!”

Wei Wuxian’s jaw dropped.

“Holy s-“ He cut himself off, looking frantically between Lan Wangji and A-Yuan. “No, no. Murder not okay! I am so sorry, Lan Wangji. I didn’t teach him that, did you? Kids, right?”

Excerpt 4:  “What did you speak to my brother about?” he asked. Wei Wuxian shifted.

“Something overdue,” he hummed evasively. He wondered how to approach the topic. Should he just come out and say it?

“You like lotus flowers?” he offered instead, a little dumbly. Was that out of the blue?

“They’re beautiful,” said Lan Wangji. He sounded almost wistful.

No, you’re beautiful, Wei Wuxian almost said with his actual mouth. It was horrific. Where had that even come from? He kicked it into the dustiest back corner of his mind.

fairy tale au, beauty and the beast au, animal transformation, sick lan xichen, politics and intrigue, falling in love, hurt/comfort, fluff, secret identity, pining, light angst, curses, identity porn, getting to know each other, A-yuan being adorable, humor, identity reveal, found family, burial mounds, wen remnants, getting together, happy ending, @chellewing​

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[tt205]

- Love is a different book -

JIANG CHENG × READER

REQUESTED by softjisoo-exe :

Today you are not wearing your usual white colored dress .

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff & some minor crack

•—————••—————••—————••—————•

You looked down to your purple dress as Yanli styled your hair in a tight bun , adding hairpins with rare gem stones on them .

Today you are dressed in purple , honoring the Yumeng Sect family & your soon - to - be husband.

You felt tears forming in your eyes as a knock on the door shooked you out of your thoughts and you know straight away who is it .

" Time will be up soon y/n you will have to rush !" Lan Xichen's excited voice entered the room .

" I'm finishing her hair Zewu Jun ! Tell my brother to wait 5 more minutes if needed!"

" Can I come in ?" Lan Wangji asked in a sad tone you expected , too afraid he will lose his twin sister for ever .

"A-ling go open the door sweetie !" Yanli told her 4 years old son as he went to do his mother task instantly.

"oh you are beautiful y/n !!! " said Wei Wuxian your brother in law both by him marrying your brother and be your husband's step one .

"Thank you Wei Ying !!" You said shyly.

You looked down your dress too afraid of what was going to happen .

For a moment you thought about giving up , the bamboo forest outside your window seeming too welcoming now .

Of course you loved Jiang Cheng, with you whole heart , but leaving your house was something you never dreamed of .

You loved you family and Clan members , you had friends here but at the same time your lover was a couple of miles away and the burden you felt was big .

He told you a thousand of times that you could visit your home daily but you know that you will miss them overly too much .

You felt Wangji hugging you from behind as his tears were wetting your collar.

" I'll miss you bunny!" He said as he sobbed harder .

You turned around hugging his head and shoulders with your shorter hands " I'll miss you too carrot !"

" Don't! Your makeup will be ruined!" Yanli told you before you could set a tear along with your brother .

From the other corner of the room you heard another sob and it was no other's but Lan Xichen's.

" Why don't I have a code name too? Am I not your brother ? Shame on you guys! Both of you are getting married and I'm here single and without a code name ! " he sobbed harder this time as all of you started to laugh at his cuteness.

" Don't worry uncle I'm here for you! " said Shizhui as he went hugging his uncle's leg .

"Thank you A-Yuan ! That's a precious person ! Nothing like you 2 punks ! " said the future Clan leader before hugging his niece and sitting up .

" We have a wedding to attend! Hurry up !" Wei wuxian said as he rushed his way through the long hallways of the Cloud recesses.

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You walked down the aisle with one of your brothers next to each one of your sides as they held onto your hands tightly.

You looked up on Xichen as he gave you a reassuring smile.

The lilac see-through satin fabric over your head made it a little harder to see around, but what it couldn't cover were the smiling faces of your clan and his own.

Looking at the end of the hallway you could see your uncle smiling proudly to you and then him .

The man you could sooner than soon claim as yours .

The man you were ready to build a family with,

And the boy you fell in love with years before he became a man .

He is Jiang Chen of Yumeng Sect , the little boy who became one of the greatest leaders .

But most importantly , your Jiang Cheng .

He reached his hand forwards to you once you arrived on the final step , welcoming you with one of his cutest smiles .

You took your place next to him as you bowed your head to your uncle.

The ceremony officially started and after everything important became complete, it was your turn to leave the place you called home for the past 18 years of your life .

He took your hand leading you inside the little ship that would lead you to Yumeng through the canals .

The water was decorated with floating white cherry blossoms the ones that Lan Clan threw in wishing you a safe and joyful life .

You looked back to your brothers and the rest of your family and Clan, waving at you as the boat took you a couple of meters away by each passing second .

"You look beautiful y/n " Jiang Cheng said moving an arm protectively behind your back , making sure there is no danger for you falling inside the water or get scared by the moving vehicle.

"Thank you Master Jiang " you bowed your head down making the fabric slip from its place .

You tried to move and catch it but it fell making you rush to put it back on .

" there is no need for you wearing it y/n I've already seen your pretty face over a thousand of times !" He spoke calmly.

" Sorry ma-" you tried to apologize

" why keeping formal with me my love so suddenly? I'm sure you knew my name years before .. it doesn't makes any difference calling me by it now ." He said a little irritated but still smiled at your cuteness and flushed cheeks .

" I sincerely apologize A-Cheng .. I'm just quite nervous right now .. " you confessed

" why darling is there anything you are afraid about ?" He asked clearly concerned by now .

" well .. to be honest there is a reason I'm acting like that .. I think your mother doesn't like me so much and I'm been awkward around you because of it ... I have no clue of how to act towards you around her . " you spoke each word with doubt, to anxious if your words would affect him negatively as he watched you the whole time closely .

" Y/n you don't have to be afraid of my mother , she indeed likes you pretty much and you were her most preferable choice between the brides that were meant for me .. act around her as you please . Both I and she love your true self so it's no need to hide yourself .. better now?"

" Partly.." you answered

" what's up now little minx ?" He asked full of curiosity.

" Where there other girls you could choose to marry ?" You asked pouting a little.

" definitely yes but to your reassurance .. even if I could marry 1.000 in my life i would just choose you over and over again. There is no other woman with such a spark in her eyes , so charming, so talented, so beautiful. There is no other like you , and I'm a pretty lucky person myself for having you here next to me .. as my wife " he spoke gently, his eyes honest and calm, full of love .

" I love you y/n " he spoke

" I know that " you said , teasing him

" YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO ANSWER LIKE THAT " he whined like a little child

" ok ok my mistake .. I love you too Jiang Cheng ! Happy now?" You asked

" Lots more than happy!!" He said taking your hands in his and kissing your temple.

The sun was disappearing in the horizon as the boats made their way through the full of lotus flower waters .

A book of your life just closed but a new one is already opening before your very eyes .

You are not alone on it this time , you are with someone that will love you a lot more than the meaning of love itself.

Because in this book two things are needed, his paper and your letters, in order to make a story that will be traveling from generation to generation again and again until you reunite through the centuries to make a new , better one .

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THE END

Ok this cringed the living shit out of me BUT alright I still hope you enjoyed reading this ..

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[sizhuyu]

I’m not sure if you do platonic relationships since I can’t find any in the rules. I want to request a male reader who was the older brother of Wei Ying and treated him the kindness and love he deserves but then got killed by the Wens during his reign as the Yiling Patriarch. Then the reader reincarnates into a man who has very identical features from his past body. So the reader goes on a journey to find their younger brother and eventually the reader does find Wei Ying again. Also when the reader reunites with Wei Ying they have this emotional reunion of seeing each other again!

Long overdue request!! And yes I could try this.. And I love thissss! So here is to your request! ( longest fic I have ever written.. )

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ I Finally Found you Brother ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You and Wei Wuxian always had a strong relationship. You both were adopted by Jiang Fengmian and studied in Gusu together with Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang. Had been quite the troublemakers. You always thought your brother had developed a liking towards Lan Wangji and you. Of course helped them get together but your brother had no clue... Thankfully Lan Wangji took the hint and tried his best to show your clueless brother... THAT HE LIKES HIM. "A-Xian! How is it with Lan er-gongzi?~" You say to him but.. "Oh it was so boring! He doesn't talk or whatever! But the perfect target for pranks!" You were dumbfounded on how clueless your own brother is toward Lan Wangji's feelings. You feel bad for the boy to be honest.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ When Jiang Cheng lost his core☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

Your brother pleaded Wen Qing to transfer his golden core to jiang Cheng but you interfered and offered yours instead.

"Are you serious?! You both are insane! The process is painful and almost unbearable! You won't survive!" Says Wen Qing to the both of you.

"Well... What about 50%? Jiang Cheng needs a golden core more than I do."

"Ge..." Wei Wuxian tears up

"F-FINE!" Wen Qing and you have developed a strong friendship but she was against this crazy idea but you insisted.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ When you transferred your golden core ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You felt so much pain during the process... But you don't regret it at all. Jiang Cheng was tricked into meeting Baoshan Sanren. Wei Wuxian cried during the process of seeing you in pain. When you were done, you went down the mountain and saw a little bi- I Mean! Wen Chao. "Oh? The older Wei is here? What a coincidence!" Wen Chao just laughs as you held in your pain "Wen Zhuliu! Melt his core!" You start running but Wen Zhuliu caught you "Oh? Trying to run away?? COWARD!" Wang Lingjiao just laughs with Wen Chao "I hear a drunk dog and a bratty hyena." you say to them "Oh hohoho so thats-" Wen Chao was interrupted by you as you said "What are you now? Santa Claus?" You insult him "You little.." Wang Lingjiao kicks you in your stomach. And since you don't have your golden core, and not to mention.. You just got through the procedure of pain. "Bring him with us." Wen Chao orders Wen zhuliu to carry you by your arm as they land on.. "The burial mounds?!" You exclaim as they laugh like animals. "Nobody has come here, and nobody ever survived! Your dead!" Wen Chao grabs your messed up hair and whispered one last thing to you "Burn in hell Wei Y/N." As he threw you down.

When you woke up you saw lots and lots of resentful energy dancing around you calling your name. You didn't know you were already absorbing the resentful energy. With this new found power, you can take revenge on the Wens.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Battle between Lan, jiang and Wens☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You arrived quite late you must say. Your brother was badly wounded and in shock you died.. And so was the others.. "Looks like it's my turn." You say before putting your Dizi to your lips and play a menacing tune. "Who's that?" Jiang Cheng asks as he and the others stare at the figure with red eyes and and long robes. The dead bodies emerge with new life and the others ready their stances as the zombies rush at the Wen's

You stop playing the flute when it was just Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu left.. "W-who are you?!" Wen Chao crawls back at your presence "Oh? Don't remember me?" He recognized your voice... "Wei Y/N?!.. How.. You died!!" He shouted in horror as you are standing before him as you laugh. "Took you awhile to remember." Wen Chao being the coward he is calls for Wen Zhuliu. You grab his arm and twist it "What a loyal dog we have here!" You shout "Y-You-" After realizing who he is facing with... "That's right! It's me, Wei Y/N." they all gasp as you announce your presence. “Y/N-ge?! They said you were dead!” Wei Wuxian shouts “They were right, I did die but in the same time I did not.” Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian were absolutely relived you were safe. “Wen Chao.. You evil son of a gun. You will pay!” You played your flute rapidly and Wang Lingjiao’s corpse lunges at Wen Chao. “Help me! Wen Zhuliu!!” He cries “His name must taste good in your mouth hm? How about..” You ordered Wang Lingjiao to stop as you cut of his tongue “That will make you shut up.” You also broke Wen Chao’s and Wen Zhuliu’s golden core. You then ordered Wang Lingjiao to attack him once more. “Ge! Stop this!” Your younger brother screams but you didn’t listen. Your brother may be shamless and carefree but now.. He didn’t want this. Jiang Cheng on the other hand laughs like a maniac as other watch in horror. You collect the remaining resentful energy and walked to your little brothers. "A-Cheng, a-Xian, long time no see. Did you miss me?" You smile and the green fire died and corpses fell to the ground. "Ge.." Wei Wuxian's tears began to flow again as he jumped to your arms "Don't leave ever again! Got that?! DON'T." Jiang Cheng says as he joins the hug while you rub their backs to comfort them.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ First meet in Wen refugee camp for Wen's ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ ( No, a-Yuan belongs to Wangxian and it shall stay that way. Instead I take place because I want in on the fun )

You meet Wen Qing again when you stroll around Yunmeng "Wei-gongzi!! Help me!" She shouts as you run to help her "Wen Qing! What happened?!" You ask as her face was all scrunched up and dirt and soot covered her face "W-Wen Ning! Grandma Wen! Uncle four..." Tears roll down her face as she says almost every name of the Wen's who are in danger "They all might die! Please help us!" She pleads with you as you agree to help her and when she showed you exactly what she meant.. The people at this point you could compare them to a skeleton ( Sorry if I offended people ). The Jin's were ruthless.. They were whipping some elderly women and some they made them trip and fall. And mind you but it was a cold and rainy night they might catch a cold! "Stop!" You say as the Jins pause for a minute "Or what? Wei Y/N... You can't kill us!" The audacity of some of the people.. "Grandma!!" You hear from the other side and you see a grandma protecting a little girl as one of the Jins raise their sword at them "Die in hell!!" he says as you run to block him from hurting the 2 "People like you hurt the innocent, they did nothing during the war! What makes you have the right to make them suffer!?" You shout at them "Their Wen dogs that's why!" One of them shouts and other agree. This time nobody stopped you from protecting all the Wens in Qiongqi path.. "Wen Ning!" Wen Qing shouts as she found her brother while you help the other Wen's stand up "Wen Ning!.." He was dead. No heartbeat, no movement.. You were too late. But not really to late, the resentful energy was absorbed by Wen Ning and he came back to life! "Wen Ning!" Wen Qing shout but he didn't listen "Wen Qionglin!" You shout at him and he stops. "W-Wei... Gongzi.." He says as he regains his conscious. "Wen Qing, everyone. We will go to Yling since Yunmeng is out of the question. We can stay there." You announce as they nod. "Ge! What are you doing!?" Wei Wuxian shouts from above "Wei Y/N! What are you planning?!" Jin bast- I mean! Jin Guangshan shouts at you, clearly mad about the whole situation of his slaves leaving him. "A-Xian, a-Cheng.. I'm sorry.." and you left them breaking your promise.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ In Yling where you all settled in ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

"Y/N-ge!" Wen Xiaoyue shouts as she jumps to your arms "Woah! You're getting heavier!" You laugh "Are you saying I'm fat?.." Xiaoyue's big smile turned into a small pout accompanied with tears in her eyes "No! No! It's a good thing!" And you wipe her tears. "Y/N-ge! There are some people outside the barriers one looks like Y/N-ge and there was 2 other boys. Should I get them?" You immediately knew who who she was talking about.. "Yes, bring them here. I'll be waiting!"

Xiaoyue runs quite fast since she ate too much sugar.. She brings down every barrier with no sweat "Hi!" She finally brings down the last barrier "Really? So the cultivation world is scared of a mere child?" Jiang Cheng looks at Lan Wangji "Hmph!" She kicks jiang Cheng where it hurts =D ( *Not* Sorry Jiang Cheng ) "Watch your mouth purple man." * Que the purple guy xd * "My name is Wen Xiaoyue!" She smiles at them "Follow me to Y/N-ge!" They follow Xiaoyue and Wei Wuxian carries Jiang cheng ( because I kick hard in real life too ) as they reach you "Y/N-ge!!" She hugs you again "Hi guys! And what happened to Jiang Cheng?.." You ask your brother "That brat kicked me in my-" Jiang Cheng was interrupted when Xiaoyue gave him a death glare with a evil smile "basically she kicked him where it hurt the most." Lan Wangji said while Wei Wuxian laughs "She kicks hard right? I am proud to say Jiang Cheng is the 4rth victim of Xiaoyue." You smirk at finally someone felt your paino "Anyways.. Why are you here?" You say as you carry Xiaoyue in your arms "Oh we wanted to check up on you ge!" Wei Wuxian says to you with a smile as you all begin to talk on what happened and Xiaoyue jumps down from your arms "I will go play with a-Yuan!" ( Wen Yuan eats quite long and Xiaoyue eats fast okay? ) You nod and continue with your conversation with your brothers and brother-to-be.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Fall of the Yling Laozu ( burial mounds siege )☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

During the start of the siege even after Wen Qing and Wen Ning and others sacrificed themselves they still are after you.. "A-Yue! A-Yuan!" You call as the 2 children ( not siblings ) "Y/N-ge!" They cry "Why did everyone leave?" Wen Yuan asks you and you feel their foreheads "You guys have fever!" You say at them "It was cold at night.." Xiaoyue answers. You sigh and give them medicine and food, you hear shouting outside "Shoot.." You tell the children to hide and so they did as you go outside "Why are you here?" You ask the people "We are here to kill you!" A young cultivator says. You laugh as the battle commences. "A-Yuan let's go!" Xiaoyue cries "Mn.." He grabs her hand and they went outside all the barriers "Xiaoyue?! What are you doing?" Wei Wuxian asks them "Y/N-ge is fighting with some people and we hear metal.. Help him please!" Xiaoyue begs Wei Wuxian "Lan Zhan, Carry the both of them back to Gusu or Yunmeng. Make sure they are safe." Lan Zhan nods and carries them both back to Gusu.

"Ge! stop it!" Wei Wuxian joins in the battle "A-Y/N! Enough!" Yanli joins in "JIe?! What are you doing here?!" Jiang Cheng asks her "Is it bad I want to protect my family from further harm?" She asks Jiang Cheng "Ge! Xiaoyue and a-Yuan is scared! They need you! Snap out of it!" Wei Wuxian shouts "Shut up Wei Wuxian! Wei Y/N is out of control! I told you he couldn't handle it!!" Jin Guangshan bursts out "No one talks to my brother that way!" You play the flute and Wei Wuxian runs to you Yanli follows but you called Wen Ning at the wrong time... "Wei Wuxian!!!" Jiang Cheng and Yanli shout out "A-Xian!" You run up to your brother "Ge.. I'm fine-" He coughs out blood "No your not.." Tears run down your face "Enough ge.. Stop it.." Wei Wuxian still coughing blood says to you "Okay.." You stop the fight and a cultivator swings his sword high "Die Yling laozu!" You block it with your Dizi. "Shut up.." You say to him as you kill him. "Bandage a-Xian, jie.. Please.." She does and Jiang Cheng and Yanli goes to the physician. "A-Xian is hurt badly.. A-Xian.." You say bringing your hand to your hair "Ha..Haha... Damn you all!!" you say and your last words were "I'm sorry, a-Cheng, Jie, a-Yue, a-Yuan.. I have to leave you." You fall down until your body wasn't found... "Ge.. Why did you leave?..." Wei Wuxian asks himself

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Ressurection ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

( me and a-Yuan remember each other but not everything else but we have some flashbacks when we see something familiar or we hear something about the Yling laozu )

ages :

Sizhui, Xiaoyue, Jingyi, Zizhen : 16

Jin Ling : 14

Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan, Nie Huaisang : 37

Yanli, Xichen, Mingjue : 38-42(?)

Mo Xuanyu : 21

You woke up in a shed with white and red rouge on your face "What-" A foot stomps on your temple "Hmph! How dare you tell on me?! Lunatic!" You hear a sh- I mean! a 'LoVeLy' voice "Yea! How dare you tell on the young master!" A another voice chimes in "Your just a damn bastard!" Young master Mo says to you “Ha.. Do you know who you just kicked down?” You say to him as you slap him “T-this isn’t over! Mo Xuanyu! You will pay!!” The servant shouts and you grin to yourself “My, my! He’s weak as hell!” You look down to the floor and see the sacrifice ritual written in human blood, tailsmans on the floor, some rogue in the floor for no reason. “Oh?” You say as you look at your arm “Looks like I can’t leave yet hm?” You ride on the donkey and ride to Mo manor

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Meeting you again ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

“And so I would like you to please ged rid of the evil spirts trying to kill our people at night, esteemed cultivators.” Lady Mo asks the 3 juniors. “Don’t worry miss, as long as all of you stay inside and not touch or bring any of the flags. All of you will be saved.” Xiaoyue speaks to the Lady Mo and sips a cup of tea “Yes, like what Xiaoyue said. Everyone should stay inside for the night while the 3 of us work on excorsing the spirits.” Sizhui adds. ( they don’t remeber everyone but they remember each other okay? Refering to Xiaoyue and Sizhui. I wanted to tag along since I can’t let you have all the fun now can I? ) Wei Y/N ( you ) listened to their conversation. At night everyone went to sleep but not everyone.. Young master Mo was one of the hard-headed people stayed up and got one of the flags from the flag formation “Haha.. Mo Xuanyu.. You will die tonight!” He announces, but you were already outside “Hm? This guy is the real lunatic.. Those Lans already warned you.” You cross your arms. Young master Mo fell to the ground absorbing the resentful energy “Oh no..” You say as Xiaoyue turns her head at the noise and sees... “Mo-gongzi! Please stay inside-“ She was interrupted when the man lunges to her. “Sizhui I will deal with this.” She says as she brings out her sword “I’m sorry Mo-gongzi.. But you didn’t listen.” As she pushes forward “Be careful Yuyu!” Sizhui tells her. “Your finished.” As she freezes him with a single strike “You still cease to amaze me when you freeze opponents Xiaoyue.” Jingyi tells her “Thanks and..” She walks up to where you hid “What are you doing?” You scream causing everyone to wake up “Mo Xuanyu! What is the meaning-“ Lady Mo gasps as she saw her (trashy) son “My son!” She cries and calls his name “You! You couldn’t even protect a child!” She points at Xiaoyue whose name seems familiar.. “Child? He was like... 17? Perhaps? Ans he’s a ‘child’ despite his age he acts like a 3 year old.” You tell her and Jingyi just tries to hold his laugh. You hear the wind rustle and push Lady Mo away. “What are you doing?!” She tells you and she sees the servant already going to choke her “Everyone! Stay inside!” Sizhui tells them as they do as what they are told, afraid for their lives. You hear the sound of a Dizi and a flute combined “This must be..” The 3 look up “Hanguang-jun! Senior-Wei!” They run to the pair “How was the mission?” He pats their heads “Good, but 2 people died in the latter.” Jingyi reports “Wait..” Your younger brother spots the sleeves of the corpses “It’s right ( or left ) arm is missing..” He examines the corpse “Check if anybody else is outside, they might be possesed by the spirit.” At just at the moment he said that, Lady Mo attacked him but Lan Wangji blocked her struming the strings of the Guqin “Are you okay Wei Ying?” Wei Wuxian nods at the man which is.. Lan Wangji?! You take a look around to see if you can escape but Xiaoyue found you again.. “Mo-gongzi, I thought we told you to stay inside.” She says to you and the 2 older men stare at you “Ge..” Wei Wuxian’s tears began to form “It’s me a-Xian.” You open your arms wide to hug your little brother “We thought you died..” He tells you “I was summoned, I’m happy to see you again a-Xian.” The both of you cried in each others arms until the next morning you had alot on your plate to catch up on.. “You remember Lan Zhan right? And Lan Xichen? I married Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng is in a relationship with Xichen!” He announces as you spit your tea out “Really?! Congrats!” You say to them “Oh and.. a-Yue! A-Yuan! Come over here!” The 2 of them walked towards you “Introduce yourselves.” Lan Wangji tells them “Lan Yuki, used to be Wen Yuki courtesy name Lan Xiaoyue.” She bows “Lan Yuan, used to be Wen Yuan courtesy name Lan Sizhui.” He too bows to you “A-Yuan.. A-Yue..” The memories start to flow to your brain as you remembered the 2 and what had happened “We missed you, Y/N-ge.” You tear up seeing the children you took in all grown up “I missed you guys too..” And the both of them and Wei Wuxian hugs you while tearing up again

#mdzs #founder of diabolism #founder of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #song xiaoyue #jiang cheng #my oc #jiang wanyin #song yuki #wei wuxian #wei ying #big brother #lan zhan #lan wangji #jiang yanli #lan sizhui #lan yuan #wen yuki #wen xiaoyue #wen yuan #hanguang jun #burial mounds #big bro reader #mdzs x reader #mdzs x y/n #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs fic #big bro yiling laozu

[tanoraqui]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] Epilogue 

[now all on AO3!]

The real tragedy is that, while Nie Huaisang got to attend Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan’s wedding, and of course it was lovely and everything it could have been, he had to miss the subsequent banquet, which was the event of the century. A week later he’s already heard a song about it; two weeks and he’s heard four, and more rumors than usually circulate in a year, and even they mostly pale to the reality as reported from the horse’s mouth

“ - I was just going to run around dodging until some ghosts got through, but then Lan Zhan leapt to my defense, catching Sandu with Bichen!” Wei Wuxian grinned at Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang with equal glee, though his smile for the former was much softer. “Jiang Cheng struck back, of course, and they were off - two of the greatest cultivators of our generation, leaping from table to table right there in Glamour Hall, fighting blade to blade - and whip to guqin!”

He gestured dramatically, recreating the moment and nearly smacking Lan Wangji, seated beside him, in the face. Lan Wangji simply ducked, expressionless except maybe for the faintest crinkle of his eyes. Nie Huaisang sipped his wine and watched in delight

they’d come under cover of darkness, sneaking up old side-stairs they’d all used during the Sunshot Campaign. Perhaps excessive, but a little caution never hurt anyone

drinking together in Nie Huaisang’s bedroom when everyone was supposed to be asleep felt ridiculously nostalgic, though

“But Jiang Cheng - don’t tell him I said this - is just the tiniest bit much less impressive than Lan Zhan, so I had to leap in in turn - Lan Zhan didn’t realize we were just play-acting, nobody had thought to bring him in on it, he just defended me because it was the honorable thing to do.”

The stars in his eyes put the clear night sky to shame.

“I will not allow harm to come to Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said calmly

holy shit. Holy shit. How had Nie Huaisang missed this one, when he prided himself on keeping up with all the juiciest gossip about his friends.

He refilled Wei Wuxian’s cup. “And that’s when you started the food fight? I heard there was a food fight.”

“Yes!” Wei Wuxian clapped. “I couldn’t exactly use my sword - I’d already boasted that I didn’t need it! But Lan Zhan was going to kick my shidi’s ass, and I had to step in - so I tipped a bowl of soup right in his face!” He ran a hand down Lan Wangji’s chest and frowned dramatically. “It ruined all his beautiful robes - I’m so sorry, Lan Zhan.” 

“Mn. It was no trouble.” 

Now that Nie Huaisang was looking for it, he recognized the slight stiffening of a man absolutely desperate to grab that hand and pull its bearer into his lap and then some. Holy fucking shit.

Wei Wuxian cackled. “It wasn’t! You just kept fighting with Jiang Cheng - so I kept throwing food! At both of you, because sometimes Jiang Cheng kept trying to hit me, too - until not just ghosts arrived but some corpses, too, coming up from the dungeons.” That broken-glass edge to his smile again. “It seems Jin Guangshan had been quite a bad boy, or at least one of his guest disciples had - a man named Xue Yang got called out, I heard? But he disappeared?” He turned to Lan Wangji. “We heard people talking on the road.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji confirmed

“I heard the same,” Nie Huaisang said. “Creepy weirdo. Jin Guangshan is saying the corpses were yours, of course, but it’s a little hard since Zewu-jun found all those notes on demonic cultivation in Xue Yang’s room - and some of them with Jin Guangyao’s handwriting on them.” 

“We heard about that - kind of,” said Wei Wuxian. “Is he really in the dungeon himself now?”

“Yes.” Nie Huaisang smiled, and topped off his own glass. “Between that and having reason to believe he’d just given all the Wen prisoners to Nie Sect on a whim,  Jin Guangshan is quite displeased with Lianfang-zun.”

he felt a little bad for Lan Xichen, but the man would get over it. He still had one respectable, far superior sworn brother

Wei Wuxian raised his glass in toast and Nie Huaisang met it gladly, and leaned forward again. “So what happened next?”

“Oh, you know.” Wei Wuxian leaned back and waved one hand. “Lots of shouting. The peacock got shijie out of there, so I guess maybe he’s okay for her. A lot more fighting - Jiang Cheng kept doing a really good impression of trying to kill me, Lan Zhan kept stopping him, and I kept stopping Lan Zhan from hitting Jiang Cheng too hard. Jiang Cheng shouted again about how I’d better destroy the Tiger Seal or leave YunmengJiang forever, just like we’d planned, so I threw half of it in the air and broke it with Suibian - and good thing I wasn’t holding it, because even just half of it exploded so hard it blew up half of Glamour Hall! I was nearly knocked out - Lan Zhan had to carry me out on Bichen!”

he spoke airily, except for the last part which he spoke with hearts in his eyes, but there was a weight like a brick to it. Nie Huaisang wondered how much of the supposedly pre-planned drama had come down to split-second decisions about what mattered most

though it was also hilarious to think that anyone believed it wasn’t choreographed, on the part of Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng at least. For one thing, Qinghe had strength; Lanling, appearance and secrets; and the spirit of Yunmeng, true to its motto, was sheer bloody-minded perseverance in the face of overwhelming odds, preferably with as much drama as possible. If Sandu Sengshou and the Yiling Patriarch truly fought to the death, even Huangang-jun wouldn’t be able to stop it, and a mere wedding banquet couldn’t contain the battle - it would be on the edge of a cliff before the entire cultivation world, possibly with the earth on fire around them

it was even more hilarious to think that even if emotions ran that furiously high, either of them would do a single thing to ruin their beloved sister’s wedding day, without her explicit permission and encouragement

“I can’t believe you destroyed a major sect hall without me” Nie Huaisang shook his head mournfully. “Remember when we set off firecrackers in the Cloud Recesses?”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said firmly, while Wei Wuxian burst into laughter.

“Ah, Huaisang-gongzi,” he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I promise I’ll invite you next time.”

"You’d better!” Nie Huaisang cried. “I mean, you still have half the Tiger Seal to destroy...”

Wei Wuxian shot him a wink that said, that’s true, and you’re my friend, but I’m not biting that hook you’re using to fish for information. Nie Huaisang shrugged, can you blame me? and lifted the wine jug again

“More? You know, you’re welcome to stay more than one night. This is so fun, just catching up - and I know A-Yuan will be delighted to see you again!”

“He really is a cute kid, isn’t he?” Wei Wuxian smiled wistfully, then shook his head. “But no - maybe we’ll say hi to Wen Qing and Wen Ning, but we’ve given Jin Guangshan about four different things to worry about, when he used to have just one or two, but it’s still probably better not to consolidate them.”

Nie Huaisang had to nod to the wisdom of that. (It was a pity the whole tower hadn’t come down on the man’s head, really.) He savored the last few sips of his own glass. “So you’ll be gone in the morning - do you know where?”

“I’ve heard that there’s a shidi of my mother’s starting to make a name for himself as a rogue cultivator - another disciple of Baoshan Sanren. I thought I might find him and, you know, say hello at least.”

His smile was touched with mournful longing, but his eyes held the particular glint that said someone was about to be befriended, or possibly adopted into YunmengJiang on authority of the Head Disciple, whether they liked it or not. It was a very Wei Wuxian expression, and Nie Huaisang didn’t think he’d seen it since they were all young and stupid at the Cloud Recesses

“I am going with him,” stated Lan Wangji, Victim Example #1 of that expression

“Aw, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian, for lack of a better word, snuggled up against him, before turning back to Nie Huaisang and saying with exaggerated disappointment. “He’s finally accepted that I’m not going to go back to Gusu to be cleansed within an inch of my life, so he’s following me around and keeping me out of trouble day by day instead. So righteous! So boring!”

good god, did he not know...?

Nie Huaisang met Lan Wangji’s eyes and found there a well a patience deeper than the sea, and affection just a great Well, he had to toast to that

He raised his last mouthful of wine, to clink against Wei Wuxian’s glass and the cup of tea Lan Wangji had been politely nursing. “Well, good luck to both of you!”

That’s all, folks! Thanks for reading!

#mdzs #the untamed #my fic #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #lan wangji #i think this au may have come to like...16k or so total #that was. unintentional. #i mean this last bit is really just an entire scene that i happened to format with bullet points as i wrote out all the dialogue and stuff #...his bodes ill for the efficiency of my fierce corpse jiang yanli canon rewrite #anyway i'll probably put some minimal polish on all this and slap it into ao3 bc by god i wrote like 16K #IN LIKE 8 DAYS NO LESS #LOOK UPON ME YE MIGHTY AND encourage me to go get some sleep

[isabilightwood]

The Problem with Authority - Chapter 4

Or, Sacrifice Summon! Jiang Yanli is here to make things right, be the ultimate big sister (step 1: bring back her dead brother), and maybe steal the Peacock throne in the process

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“A -Su ! I’m so sorry!” Lan Xichen grasped her hands to pull her to her feet. “I wanted to give you a gift, not a bump on the head.”

He was flushed, his eyes bright and manic, his forehead ribbon dangling around his neck. His soft gray geometric patterned outer robe was hanging off one shoulder, revealing the pale blue inner robe beneath. Jiang Yanli felt strangely like she should offer to give him his privacy.

Though they were outside. In the courtyard of her house.

Jiang Yanli felt entirely uninjured, but perhaps she had hit her head after all, and was merely hallucinating the impossibility of a discomposed and rumpled Lan Xichen. “Lan-zongzhu…?”

“Erge, wait!” Jin Guangyao sprinted towards them from the direction of the guest rooms. He stumbled to a halt, doubled over and panting. “You shouldn’t talk to anyone while you’re drunk, remember? Let’s not repeat the Moling incident. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He grabbed Lan Xichen’s wrist and tugged, but the taller man didn’t budge.

“But I haven’t given A-Su her thank you gift yet.” Lan Xichen looked around, wide eyed and innocent. “Where did the rabbits go?”

Jin Guangyao sighed loudly. “We don’t have rabbits here, Erge. This is Lanling, not the Cloud Recesses.”

“But rabbits are the best gift. Wangji and A-Yuan both think so.” Lan Xichen pouted for a moment, then perked up. “Someone must have rabbits in town.”

Jin Guangyao’s face convulsed.

Lan Xichen nodded decisively. Dropping his sword so it hovered in the air, he tried to climb onto it. Combined with the alcohol, Jin Guangyao pulling on his sleeve was enough to unbalance him, so he fell backwards into his lover’s chest. Jin Guangyao stumbled backwards, but managed to hold him up.

Lan Xichen hummed, tugging on his arms to pull him closer. He seemed to have entirely forgotten his goal, content to remain where he was.

Stymied in his efforts to steal his lover away with minimum embarrassment, Jin Guangyao turned his head towards her. “Erge overindulged by mistake, my apologies. I will get him to his rooms — my rooms, I suppose, shortly.”

“None needed. I was merely startled.” Startled, yes, but also having the time of her life. Doubly so, considering the incoherent gibberish of Qin Su’s thoughts.

“Erge, it’s nearly midnight. You wouldn’t want your uncle to know you stayed up past nine, would you?”

“But Shufu is in the Cloud Recesses. He doesn’t like crowds.” Lan Xichen said as though revealing a great secret. “Wangji is somewhere in Qishan. He doesn’t like crowds either.”

“I could always write him a letter. ‘Lan-Xiansheng, I am sorry to inform you that Lan-zongzhu has taken liberties with the disciplines. Please have him copy the rules with the novices for the next month.’”

“A-Yao, you wouldn’t.” Lan Xichen let his head loll back against Jin Guangyao’s shoulder - somehow without tipping the shorter man over — and stuck out his bottom lip.

“I wouldn’t.” Jin Guangyao confirmed, his expression turning ridiculously sappy. “Please come back with me anyway?”

“But I haven’t thanked A-Su properly yet!” Lan Xichen grasped her hands and squeezed tightly, earnestly shaking them up and down. “Thank you, A-Su! I will take good care of our A-Yao.”

She doubted Lan Xichen would ever have mentioned it, if he wasn’t drunk.

“My deepest apologies for this.” Jin Guangyao grimaced, his cheeks flushed pink. He turned to face Lan Xichen, cupping the back of his neck and stroking the front of his throat with his thumb. “I’ve arranged to have dessert delivered to my room. I’ll feed it to you, if you’re good.”

Lan Xichen perked up, dropping her hands and —thankfully — dragged him away before she and Qin Su could be subjected to anymore unwanted details of their relationship.

As they vanished from sight, headed for a discrete side entrance to Jin Guangyao’s room, Jiang Yanli felt a twinge of guilt. Lan Xichen did not deserve to be shackled to a man who had killed his own son.

But she did not feel as much guilt as she would have liked to.

Because she had told Lan Xichen the truth, and he had chosen to do nothing.

Jiang Yanli had gone to him after she learned what she’d slept through in the aftermath of A-Xian’s defection, after Luo Qingyang left the sect and Lan Wangji slipped away unnoticed. After A-Cheng left for the Burial Mounds without her. “A-Xian did not do this unprovoked. The Wen siblings saved our lives, at great risk to their own.”

He smiled in appeasement. “Be that as it may, he killed the guards, and took away all the prisoners. You must understand what this looks like.”

Jiang Yanli’s patience had been hanging by a thread, and the patronizing you must understand snapped it. “I remember starving, terrified, dirty prisoners dressed in rags being used as target practice.” She laughed, a short, crazed thing too like A-Xian’s. “Oh, but you prefer to forget things that might upset your precious peace. Even if it dooms innocents, or breaks your brother’s heart.”

Lan Xichen stared at her, and Jiang Yanli remembered she was supposed to be the level-headed, soft-spoken one. No matter how little she felt it. “My apologies, that was uncalled for. It is simply that my brother cannot do anything, without your support.

But Lan Xichen only shook his head regretfully. “Both my sworn brothers have sworn to me that only dangerous prisoners were confined to the camp. I’m sorry, Jiang-guniang, but I cannot.”

Lan Xichen had not believed her. And perhaps he had doomed A-Xian. Perhaps it would have changed nothing. But for what she had done — was doing — to Lan Xichen, she clung to her rationalizations.

What just happened? Qin Su asked.

We just experienced the reason why Lans are forbidden to drink. Strange that Lan Xichen would get drunk like that, though. Thanks to A-Xian, she knew the Lan’s rule about alcohol was really because of the main clan’s low tolerance, but —

But I’ve seen him drink before. Qin Su’s confusion was like bubbles popping on surface of her mind.

Jiang Yanli had too. A-Xian once mentioned a trick Zewu-jun used to burn it off, while he was deep in his cups and reminiscing longingly about how cute Lan Wangji looked when drunkenly attempting to straighten his crooked forehead ribbon. Had Nie Huaisang switched their cups by mistake? A prank, perhaps?

Where was Nie Huaisang?

Jiang Yanli pushed open the door to the Fragrance Hall and froze.

That answers that question.

Nie Huaisang swore as a device he was holding up to the mirrored portal to the treasure room rebounded towards his face, using both his hands to force it back to the surface. There was a focused intensity to his expression that Jiang Yanli had never seen before, a far sight from the whining puddle who’d dragged the Chief Cultivator from his own banquet.

But then, she’d never paid him much attention. No one had, save perhaps A-Xian. “Nie-zongzhu. Is there something you need from the treasury?”

Nie Huaisang startled, glaring with a focused intensity that vanished so quickly she might have imagined it, as he threw himself back from the portal. He sprawled inelegantly on the ground, covering half his face with his fan. “Is that what it is? A treasury? I really didn’t know.”

Is it just me or is that bullshit? Qin Su did the mental equivalent of narrowing her eyes.

Jiang Yanli shut the door behind her. “So you didn’t just hide a talisman-engraved device you were using to inspect the wards up your sleeve?”

If Nie Huaisang is competent, I think we can safely say everything I thought was wrong. What will we discover next? Does my  father remember my birthday? Has Yao-zongzhu been possessed by a gossip-loving spirit for years?

“I was just curious, I don’t know!”

She supposed he’d never bothered to come up with another line because this one had worked for his entire life. “Let me satisfy your curiosity then.”

He gave an exaggerated wail as she grabbed his wrist. But whatever else Nie Huaisang might be, he was not strong. Jiang Yanli was able to easily pull him through the portal. He stumbled against her, and, as she reached to steady him, bit her hand.

“Ow! What was that for? Are you a dog?” She demanded, wiping off her knuckles on her outer robe.

“You made unfounded accusations and dragged me in here!” He slumped inward, making himself look smaller. “I don’t know why! I felt unsafe.”

Sure he did. “You wanted to see inside. Now you’re inside. Take the chance or leave it.”

He took it. “Well, if you insist. There is some interesting art in here. Is this where the paintings of the Crimson Swan ended up? Tragic. I could help display them properly, if San-ge gave me half a chance. But no, it’s too soon. Half the sects would throw a fit, and Lan-xiansheng would kidnap me for remedial schooling. I can’t go back to the Cloud Recesses! I simply can’t!”

Qin Su snorted. At least some things stay the same. He’s still annoying.

Jiang Yanli watched Nie Huaisang dart around the room, peering at items on shelves and lifting curtains in what seemed to be no particular order, keeping up his narration all the while. “You know, the Wen really had some gems in their collection. This poetry collection is priceless, and yet here it is, tragically gathering dust — Oh, dear.”

His arm knocked into an ornate vase that had been placed too close to the edge of a display.

Jiang Yanli plucked a talisman from her sleeve and threw it, so it hit the vase, freezing it in place tipped halfway off the shelf.

Nie Huaisang turned, squinting at her with an air of smug satisfaction. “You’re not Qin Su.”

Nie Huaisang of all people notices? That’s it, good night. Wake me when things make sense again. Despite her words, Qin Su remained alert and attentive.

Jiang Yanli tamped down on the urge to throw another talisman, this time at him. “That’s quite the accusation.”

“Qin Su would have reached for her sword when I knocked over that vase. You stopped it from falling with a talisman. Also, she never calls me Nie-zongzhu.” He perched on a vase-free table, his hands folded perfectly, but one leg bounced to the rhythm of his thoughts. “The question is, are you possessing her, or are you using one of Xue Yang’s human skin masks?”

“Neither.” She held up Qin Su’s sword, and drew it. “Do you deny that this is Chunsheng?”

“So that is Qin Su’s body, but you say it’s not a possession. Hmm. Did Wei-xiong find a way to permanently inhabit a living body?” Nie Huaisang jumped disturbingly close to the truth with his second guess.  “Are you Wei-xiong? But no, Wei-xiong wouldn’t have chosen a nice woman like Qin Su.”

Aww. He thinks I’m nice. So long as he’s just a sneak, I forgive him for the deception.

“I’m definitely not A-Xian.” Jiang Yanli realized her mistake even as it slipped out. She clapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes widening.

“Jiang Yanli!” He cried, delighted. “Oh, I have to know how this happened.”

“I don’t know what —”

“No, don’t protest. You’ve been caught. But don’t worry. I’m certainly not going to tell anyone in Koi Tower about you. What would be the use of that?” Nie Huaisang was positively gleeful, and she didn’t trust him for a second.

Qin Su didn’t disagree, but sighed. Unfortunately, I think you’d better tell him.

“Take a seat.” She hung up a talisman to alert her if anyone approached the portal, and checked under every curtain, just in case. Once she was certain the room was secure, she knelt across from him. “You were correct that it was A-Xian’s work that made this possible, but it was not his doing.”

“Obviously, it was Wei-xiong’s invention. His most powerful imitator is Xue Yang, and he has the creativity of a sea slug.” Nie Huaisang sank gracefully to his knees, balancing his fan across them. Seeing him now, a stranger would never guess his reputation. “Now, who is this mysterious benefactor? Do tell.”

She briefly detailed the mechanics of the array. From his performance in the Cloud Recesses, she would not have expected him to understand it, but he nodded along without interrupting. “Qin Su found the wrong journal at exactly the wrong moment. Now I’m in her body, and she lives in my head.”

Was it the wrong moment? Qin Su wondered, and digressed before Jiang Yanli could contradict her. Insult his fan for me, that’s sloppy work. His mountains still look like Jin Guangyao’s hat.

Dutifully, Jiang Yanli repeated her words.

He gave a startled laugh. “Ah, Qin Su has long been my worst critic. Sadly, this revenge business leaves little time for developing my painting skills.”

“Revenge? Does this have anything to do with why you were trying to break in here?” If so, his grudge could only be against —

“Naturally. Jin Guangyao killed my brother.” Nie Huaisang asserted this claim as though it were common knowledge. “He also set up yours, which seems relevant.”

Jiang Yanli stiffened, lightning racing though her veins. “A-Xian? Didn’t he lose control?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I can’t be sure, I wasn’t there.” He said lightly. Jiang Yanli was beginning to believe he was allergic to acting serious. Dropping this on her as though it didn’t shake her entire worldview. “He is, however, the reason Jin Zixuan went to Qiongqi path that day.”

Jiang Yanli could have sworn she heard a dizi playing as she died, when Chenqing was hanging loose in A-Xian’s grasp. But she had been dying — that memory was not to be trusted. And just how clever would Jin Guangyao have to be to plan all of that? Surely not everything that had gone wrong could be laid at his feet.

Maybe we should consider the possibility anyway. Qin Su, for whom all the greatest cruelties of her life could be laid at the feet of that same man, suggested.

Jiang Yanli was uncertain that knowing would do anything more than make their losses hurt more. She sat in stunned silence for a long moment, and wished for a plum to let her retreat and reset. A reply to Tan-daifu’s latest letter was overdue, she thought hazily.

Tan-daifu would say that the truth helps. Qin Su seized the chance to turn her own nagging about Tan-daifu’s advice back on her, which didn’t seem fair.

But the truth would only help if she was ready to face it.  Jiang Yanli still woke every day expecting to see A-Xuan beside her, was thrust back into sepia-tinged memories of afternoons on the Lotus Lakes at the distant sound of adolescent laughter.

She would not be ready until the day she saw A-Xian again.

What day? Yanli-jie? Qin Su asked, but Jiang Yanli was uncertain why she’d thought that. A-Xian was dead. She could not simply trade someone else for him.

“How did you learn this?” She asked, finally.

Nie Huaisang looked up from a book he’d snagged from a nearby shelf while she was lost in her thoughts. “I have my ways.”

“You have spies.”

He picked up his fan to flick it dismissively. “Just a few informants. Mostly, we Nies are simply very good at out-drinking people.”

She had a feeling he was downplaying the extent of his network. “What else have you learned from your spies?”

“I just ask people to keep an eye out, it’s hardly espionage.” He insisted.

“Sure.” She said, seeing this was a hill he would die on.

Mollified, he continued. “Jin Guangyao also killed his father.”

“I’m aware. Shockingly, I’m not actually upset about that one.” Perhaps Nie Huaisang had finally run out of shocking revelations.

But no, he had another left in store. “Who is? No, the interesting part is he left a witness. A little bird told me that somewhere in Koi Tower, there’s a woman trapped in a hidden room.”

Jiang Yanli would never get used to having to sit side by side on the Peacock throne with Jin Guangyao. She had been meant to share it with Zixuan, as not only his wife but his equal.

She hadn’t expected her husband to want her as anything other than the mother of his children. Not until their second engagement, when his earnest, awkward attempts at wooing her had turned to learning each other over the course of honest conversations that slowly grew less stilted. Finally, their words had begun to flow like a mountain stream thawing in spring, and Jiang Yanli knew her heart was right to choose him.

A-Xuan had listened, and confided he needed her help, not only with things like courtesy and public speaking, but in knowing what needed to change.

Jin Guangyao, she thought, was so certain that he was the smartest person in the room, that he didn’t notice his wife-slash-sister was an entirely different person.

Qin Su had nearly always sat in silence during conferences, listening perhaps half the time as she thought about lesson plans and inspected the attendees’ robes and ornaments in case anyone had discovered a talented new artisan. So for the moment, Jiang Yanli did the same, albeit paying the debate her full attention.

No matter the length at which Sect Leader Yao complained about issues that did not remotely involve him (Gusu’s high land tax rates), internal sect matters not on the conference agenda (how a small temple sect and town sect on his lands kept driving yao and gui into each other’s territory), or were entirely out of left field. “See! There’s proof! The Jiang have been hoarding the Yiling Patriarch’s inventions for themselves!”

A-Cheng, who had just reached the point in his status report regarding Yunmeng’s taxes, blinked. Clearly used to  Sect Leader Yao, he didn’t even get angry, merely rubbed his knuckles against his forehead. “The Jin have all of Wei Wuxian’s heretical writings. I explained this last conference. And the conference before that.”

Sect Leader Yao continued to prove himself the least astute cultivator in the room. “But you’ve never let anyone into Lotus Pier to check for themselves!”

At that, the flush of anger filled his cheeks. But in an impressive-for-him show of control, A-Cheng only snapped, “What, exactly, are you insinuating, Yao-zongzhu? Would you like to share Xixia’s cultivation techniques with the class?”

“I see that Yunmeng’s recovery is continuing ahead of schedule. Let’s move on to…” Jin Guangyao blanched, as he realized who was next. “Qinghe. A-Sang, if you please.”

Nie Huaisang got to his feet, looking around with what she had to assume were faked nerves, clutching his fan close to his chest. He stuttered through the beginnings of his presentation, before swaying and kicking a bird cage hidden beneath his table into the center of the room. It spoke, in a disturbingly accurate imitation of A-Cheng.

And all right, that was entertaining. But mostly, the conference continued to star Sect Leader Yao.

At least today, A-Ling was perched on the wide throne beside her, making it a little more bearable.

Leaning into her side, his tongue caught between his teeth, A-Ling scribbled on each new sheet of paper. Ostensibly, he was practicing his calligraphy. And he did do a bit of that, with messy strokes, but only when he noticed her looking down. Mostly, he scribbled blobs that he proudly declared were all the dogs he would someday own, when she asked.

Black flecks of ink spattered the front of her robes, but Jiang Yanli could not bring herself to care. She’d missed so much. She’d take every second with her son she could get.

Jiang Yanli’s continued efforts to pay attention were stymied by Qin Su’s running commentary on everything from the tackiness of the gilded everything to the dust bunny that had attached itself unnoticed to Sect Leader Ouyang’s beard, taking the chance to say everything she’d never been able to.

It’s a shame I never tempted Ouyang-zongzhu’s tailor away. He doesn’t deserve her. And oh, look, Su She’s imitating the Lan more obviously than ever. It’s almost like he sold them out to the Wen or something and misses the status. The off-white and teal blue of Su She’s robes were at most a single shade away from Lan colors, and the wave embroidery on his hems was suspiciously cloud-like.

The most notable detail of Su She’s presentation was the way the Lan disciples — save, of course, for a slightly off-color Lan Xichen — pretended not to snicker as he claimed the peasants in his lands were superstitious about musical cultivation.

She’d ensured Sect Leader Ran was next to him, and noted the two of them speaking quietly during one of Sect Leader Yao’s disruptions. This time, he was one insult away from starting a cat fight with Sect Leader Tang, over some minor territorial dispute. Jin Guangyao actually got up and went over to them to smooth ruffled feathers, though his efforts were stymied by A-Cheng’s utter apathy over whether his young, hotheaded vassal stabbed Sect Leader Yao in the eyes with her chopsticks.

It’s not a cultivation conference if no one tries to murder Yao-Zongzhu. Someday, someone will take one for the team and actually do it. Qin Su sighed wistfully.

From the way Jin Guangyao’s dimples twitched when he returned, he’d contemplated it.

During their break for lunch, Sect Leader Ran approached the Peacock throne. As she’d expected, he asked directly for a meeting with Jin Guangyao to negotiate terms for the implementation of watchtowers.

Sect Leader Zhai’s approach was more surprising.

“Xiandu, Jin-furen.” Sect Leader Zhai bowed to each of them. “I would like to request a private meeting with both of you before I leave Lanling. Jin-furen brought up some interesting points yesterday that I would like to discuss further.”

“Both of us?” Jin Guangyao was a man who planned everything himself, who seemed to believe that seeking a second opinion meant smiling and nodding and then explaining why the other person was wrong.

The implication that his here-to-fore apolitical wife had made a better offer appeared to have broken him.

“I think that could be arranged.” Jiang Yanli said. “A-Yao?”

He recovered quickly, gesturing for his assistant to put a note in his schedule. “Yes, of course. I believe tomorrow, immediately after dinner would be an ideal time.”

“Excellent. I look forward to it.” Sect Leader Zhai bowed again and turned away, without waiting for their dismissal.

Tempers frayed in the afternoon, and Jiang Yanli had to pass A-Ling off to his minders for a nap. As Sect Leader Yao rose for his actual turn to report, Nie Huaisang made his move.

He screeched, jumping to his feet as though bitten, and bumped into Sect Leader Yao hard enough to knock them both to the floor. The wine jar in his hand shattered, sharp edges lacerating his palm. He stared at the cuts for a long moment as they began to bleed. And, clutching his wrist, he drew in a deep breath, and howled.

The majority of the room promptly began to find their teacups or the nearest tacky golden peacock drapes utterly fascinating. But his elder brother’s sworn brothers were at his side in an instant.

“A-Sang, please. Let us see.” Jin Guangyao pleaded.

I think Jin Guangyao really does care about Huaisang. He’s never going to see him coming. Qin Su said, and they both winced at a particularly high-pitched cry. Nie Huaisang should have been born to a theatrical troupe.

“Oh, that looks —” Lan Xichen caught only a glimpse of the injured hand before he had to let go to avoid Nie Huaisang’s wildly swinging other arm.

“Ergeeeeeee,” Nie Huaisang wailed. “I’m bleeding out, aren’t I? You can say it.”

“No, no,” As Jin Guangyao finally captured the flailing hand, Lan Xichen pressed down on the wound with his own handkerchief. “You should see a healer, just to clean and bind it properly.”

“Will you take me?” He sniffed, his eyes wide and filling once again with tears as he looked between the two men.

Jin Guangyao exchanged a pained glance with his theoretically secret lover. “I can’t leave right now, can you?”

Lan Xichen shook his head. “I’m scheduled to speak on our findings about suppressing ghosts summoned with spirit flags next.”

“Right. Right.” Jin Guangyao stared into the distance for a moment. Qin Su hoped he was watching his plans for the conference crumble before his eyes. “Huaisang, you’ll have to go with one of your disciples —”

Nie Huaisang sobbed harder.

That was her cue.

“I’ll take him to get patched up.” Jiang Yanli offered, already striding towards them.

Jin Guangyao looked around at the determinedly apathetic audience, then back to Nie Huaisang. He sighed. “Thank you. A-Su will take good care of you, please let her take you to a healer.”

Nie Huaisang kept up his whining until they were out of sight and earshot of the hall, though still under an awning away from the downpour outside. Then, with a glance around to make sure no one was watching, he plucked a vial of salve and a bandage out of his robes. He only asked her to pop open the salve, but she took it and the bandage from him, gesturing for him to hold out his hand.

“I can do it myself.” He insisted, the vapid act vanishing in an instant.

Jiang Yanli rolled her eyes. “Bandages are more secure when someone else wraps them. It’ll help stop the bleeding.” Cultivators were always such babies about receiving help.

“All right.” He gazed at her with wide and uncertain eyes. As though no one had offered to help him without something in return, or a fit of hysterics, in a long time. Yet even as she finished tying of the bandage, that incongruous seriousness took over once again. “We have at least until the end of the evening banquet, though it would be better if you returned for that. The house should be near the kitchens, in what looks like an empty space.”

They walked back and forth past the kitchens several times, but found nothing. The hems of their robs were soaked from the rain, the line between wet and dry creeping higher with every step.

“Right. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.” He pulled one of A-Xian’s Compasses of Evil out of his pocket. “Only Demonic Cultivation could hide a building like this, but it must be shielded somehow, or people would notice a cluster of resentment in the middle of Koi Tower. I wonder… hold this.”

He thrust his umbrella into her chest, expecting her to hold it over his head. Bemused, she did so.

“A lightning talisman, perhaps, to imitate the effects of Zidian.” He mused, sketching in the air with his injured hand as though it didn't pain him. “Yes! It’s this way.”

As they walked, she watched him closely. “I had no idea you were so…”

“That I’m in possession of a working brain? Yes, I prefer it that way.” He said brightly.

Being underestimated had its advantages, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

“I was going to say that I thought you didn’t cultivate beyond the basics.” Jiang Yanli corrected. “Cultivation has no bearing on intelligence. I would know.”

“Yes, I suppose you would. I’ve always preferred talismans to sword cultivation, much less those horrible life-draining sabers, despite Dage’s wishes. Did you think Wei-xiong was only friends with me for my sense of humor?”

She hadn’t spent much time thinking about their friendship at all, not when she was occupied watching A-Xian fall in love.

What sense of humor? Qin Su said. Teasingly, so Jiang Yanli repeated it, earning an insulted gasp.

But Nie Huaisang’s methods bore fruit, his compass leading them to their destination.

From the outside, the building looked like a shed. One of the many near-identical buildings that housed tools or out of use decorations, albeit with an unusual amount of space on either side. But when she looked closely, Jiang Yanli glimpsed a shimmer of golden energy, mixed with writhing shadows. Wards, and made from a combination of resentful and spiritual energy at that. No wonder neither of them had so much as glimpsed it before.

Jiang Yanli stepped forward to inspect the wards in detail. They looked to be designed to hide the building, and keep someone in. Though the details looked overly complicated for concealing a single person, she and Nie Huaisang agreed. Keeping anyone who knew it was there out would require a level of intricacy that risked collapsing the entire ward every time someone passed through.

Their presence would not be detected.

Still, Nie Huaisang stepped through first, claiming, “I can talk my way out of this, if we’re wrong. You, on the other hand…”

When Jiang Yanli stepped through, there was a wave of disorientation, like stepping onto solid ground after hours on a boat. It passed, and a two-story pavilion of modest size stood before her. Far less elaborate than her own, she thought it might once have been used to house servants, before it was repurposed into a prison.

Keeping out of sight of anyone who might look out, they approached the open windows on either side of the door. Jiang Yanli plastered herself to the wall, and peered inside.

She and Nie Huaisang had agreed that if they found the woman’s prison, they would only scout from the outside.

But what Jiang Yanli saw through that window changed everything.

A young woman in linen servant’s robes knelt at a table, her shoulders hunched over as she methodically ground herbs into powder. A text depicting the anatomy of a human body was open to her left.

The woman looked up, and Jiang Yanli was certain she was seeing a ghost.

#the untamed #cql #wangxian #yanqing #qin su #my fic #the sacrifice summon! JYL fic #where the summoner (qin su) sticks around #this time featuring drunk! LXC #NHS's acting skills #and everyone's desire to kills sect leader yao

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🐰 Untamed Spring Fest 2020 🐰

Day 1 - April Fools - 1.2k

Lets open with some soft LWJ and A-Yuan feels from the Jiang Family AU. Added Wangxian for flavouring ofc.

A-Yuan’s April Fools

A-Yuan had a particularly happy smile on his face that morning at breakfast, so much so that Lan Wangji felt a small curl of answering smile touch his mouth.

“What is A-Yuan thinking about this morning?” he asked gently, and A-Yuan looked up with a wide-eyed gaze, like a cat who had been caught with it’s face in the milk.

“Nothing, baba” he said innocently, which was a sure sign he was planning something.

Lan Wangji wasn't particularly concerned though, A-Yuan was generally such a good boy his plans were never a thing to worry about. The only time he caused any problems was when he got overexcited, and acted without thinking, usually when it concerned Jin Ling, his cousin, who he doted on. And they weren’t bad problems to have, in Lan Wangji’s opinion.

His own upbringing had been quite strict, although he knew their Shufu had done the best he could for his two nephews, but he was glad his own son was allowed the freedom to be a child, and make silly choices and mistakes sometimes, in a supportive yet safe environment.

“Baba, am I still going to Jingyi’s tonight after school?”

“Yes, it’s all arranged, Jingyi's parents will pick you up from school, and we’ll come to collect you at seven. Be a good boy” Jingyi’s parent’s were distant relatives of Lan Qiren’s, and therefore Lan Wangji’s. It had been a coincidence that had re-sparked their acquaintance that their sons were both in the same school and age group.

“Of course, baba. Extra good” he pushed his chair back and took his crockery to the sink as he finished his breakfast, then dashed away, coming back a few minutes later with Lan Wangji’s briefcase and his own book bag, ready to leave.

A-Yuan chatted excitedly on the way to school about the Lego sets Lan Jingyi had promised to show him, and that they were going to build together. He did pause briefly as they pulled up to unbuckle himself and lean over to press a kiss against Lan Wangji’s cheek, before he dashed out of the car and over to where Jin Ling was waiting for him. Once Lan Wangji had ensured they were in school safely he went on to the bank.

***

He joined Lan Xichen in the conference room. His brother threw him a smile that he probably thought looked the same as ever, but Lan Wangji noted with quiet concern how his smiles had stopped reaching his eyes recently. Lan Xichen had been worrying a pen between his fingers but he placed it down on the highly polished surface as he saw Lan Wangji look at it.

“Did A-Yuan and A-Ling like the dinosaur books?” he asked, summoning the first genuine smile Lan Wangji had seen on his face in a while.

“Yes, thank you, brother. They spent all weekend on video call swapping facts about their favourites”

Lan Xichen was aware that A-Yuan, and his cousin Jin Ling’s new obsession was dinosaurs, therefore when he’d seen the books in the airport bookshop on the way back from Shanghai he hadn’t been able to resist buying copies for both of them. Although Lan Xichen had never met A-Ling he all but treated him like another nephew, knowing how close the two boys were and how similar their interests were, and therefore when he bought things like that for A-Yuan, an extra copy was also provided for A-Ling.

Jiang Yanli, Lan Wangji’s sister-in-law and A-Ling’s mother was almost turning feral trying to get Lan Wangji to convince his brother to come to dinner so they could thank him for his kindness.

That was just how Lan Xichen was though, thoughtful and kind.

Lan Wangji was beginning to hope he wasn’t being too kind for his own good in his own private life, however.

They were joined soon after by the rest of the board, and Lan Qiren began the meeting.

He pulled his papers out of his case and began sorting through them. He noted the thick drawing paper in the midst of them, and pulled it out, trying to keep it from the view of everyone else at the table.

It was written in A-Yuan’s studious yet still childish script.

Baba,

I was going to play an April Fools prank on you, but the papers you have for your meeting look so boring. So I cheered them up for you instead. Don’t fall asleep!

Love

A-Yuan.

He shuffled a little further into the pack to find his report on quarter 3 investment forecasts had many little rabbits drawn on in all the available white space, in shades white, black, brown and all colours between.

Actually A-Yuan was showing a lot of promise in his art, not that he wasn’t diligent in all his studies, but their baby was going to be artistically gifted, like Wei Wuxian.

He was also ridiculously kind and thoughtful, like his uncle Xichen, and there was a moment where Lan Wangji had to actually blink away tears at how soft it made him feel.

After a few moments he glanced up as he heard his name mentioned.

“Is that the Quarter 3 report?” Lan Qiren questioned and reached out a hand for it. It had been emailed out to all board members but Lan Qiren was very traditional and liked paper in his hand.

“I’m sorry uncle, this copy is annotated” Lan Xichen, who hated to sit down whilst presenting, had come to pass behind Lan Wangji in time to see what A-Yuan had sent for his father. “Give me a minute and we’ll get you a fresh copy” he sent a message from his tablet, and walked on, squeezing Wangji’s shoulder as he moved away.

The clean report appeared in minutes, and Lan Wangji gave his presentation, his copy with the bunnies his son had drawn for him, in what had started as an April Fool’s trick, safely tucked away in his briefcase.

***

Lan Wangji arrived home early that evening, just as Wei Ying came out of his studio.

He had been working with charcoal today as evidenced by the dark smear on his cheekbone. He also had a long, sugar-coated jelly hanging from his mouth.

“A-Yuan pranked you too?” Lan Wangji queried as he moved over to wrap his husband up in a tight hug.

“Mn” Wei Ying agreed, stealing Lan Wangji’s affirmative sound, “Sour jelly worms, want a bite?”

Actually no, Lan Wangji didn’t, but it was a very easy way to steal a kiss from his husband, who wouldn’t expect him to brave the sweet.

He liked keeping Wei Ying on his toes sometimes, though, as the other found it far too easy to do that to Lan Wangji as part of his natural disposition.

Lan Wangji took a bite of the jelly, then pressed his lips against Wei Ying’s, now unprotected by the candy, in a kiss Wei Ying definitely hadn’t anticipated.

After a few seconds of surprise Lan Wangji felt the mouth under his shape a delighted smile, then he was being kissed back in earnest as Wei Ying’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, the citric taste of the sour coating on both their tongues.

#untamed spring fest #lan wangji #a-yuan #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan xichen #family #fluff #Modern AU #Jiang Family AU #Shay's stuff #mdzs #mdzs fanfic #the untamed #the untamed fanfic #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs fic

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Burn it down AU // on AO3 // extras on AO3

A-Yuan, (some of) his dads, and bunnies

A-Yuan observed Wei Wuxian with a polite expression but neutral. For some reason, Lan Wangji couldn’t help feeling disappointed. He knew that A-Yuan did not remember his life in the Burial Mounds, he had warned Wei Wuxian, they had agreed not to say anything yet to avoid overwhelming the little boy, and still… still Lan Wangji had hoped against all hope that his son, Wei Wuxian’s son, would show some acknowledgement of their connection.

Wei Wuxian looked as though he felt the same anticipation. But A-Yuan simply didn’t know what to make of this unexpected new friend of his father, and did not seem particularly interested either.

"Where is Nie-ge?" A-Yuan asked at last. "He said we would see the rabbits after class." 

Lan Wangji tensed, but before he could start thinking how to explain Nie Huaisang might stop being part of their lives, Wei Wuxian started cackling. 

"Rabbits? What rabbits? Lan Zhan, I thought you didn't like rabbits?" 

"Of course he likes them," A-Yuan gently protested. "They're our rabbits. Father taught me how to hold them well. Do you like rabbits, Mo gongzi?"

"Roasted, yes. Ah, that's a joke!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed when A-Yuan gasped in horror. "Of course I like bunnies. They're small and fuzzy and cute, what's not to like, right ?" 

A-Yuan cautiously nodded his agreement, but still looked with suspicion at Wei Wuxian before turning to his father.

“Can we still go see the rabbits when Nie-ge arrives? We can take Mo gongzi and show him how to be nice to them.”

“Nie-ge cannot come.”

Not then, not ever again, quite possibly. Lan Wangji was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Nie Huaisang had so carelessly pushed Mo Xuanyu to his death. The fact that he’d been right in his assessment that they needed Wei Wuxian’s help to get justice for Nie Mingjue did not help. Neither did the joy Lan Wangji couldn’t help feeling at having Wei Wuxian near him again. The guiltier he felt about appreciating the situation, the more he resented Nie Huaisang for giving him what he wanted most in such a manner.

After being told that Nie Huaisang could not be there, A-Yuan did not insist. Although Nie Huaisang always tried to prioritise his step-son when they could be together, there had always been moments when he simply couldn’t make himself available.

“I would still be happy to see the bunnies,” Wei Wuxian offered. “If A-Yu… if Lan Yuan is willing to show them to me.”

A-Yuan looked to his father for permission, which Lan Wangji could not have refused even if he had wanted. What his son and the love of his life wanted, he could only grant them.

As they walked to the rabbit’s pen, A-Yuan patiently explained to Wei Wuxian everything that he needed to know about rabbits, from how to best handle them to their favourite foods. It was a little disconnected, and sometimes he had to turn to Lan Wangji to confirm something. Still, it was clear A-Yuan greatly enjoyed this chance to teach someone he thought was an older boy, and Wei Wuxian’s enraptured attention to his every word made the experience all the more pleasant for the little boy. Last time he had gotten a chance to introduce someone to the rabbits it had been his friend Lan Jingyi who, while otherwise very pleasant, just wasn’t one for lectures of that sort.

A-Yuan was impossibly gentle when, after sitting in the grass, he caught one of the slower rabbits and handed it to Wei Wuxian. In turn Wei Wuxian showed great care in petting the animal exactly as he was being instructed to. When A-Yuan was satisfied that his father's friend would not mistreat their pets, he laid down on his stomach and started playing with the other rabbits, though still keeping an eye on Wei Wuxian. 

"The two I gave you were both males," Wei Wuxian remarked, burying his fingers in soft white fur. "And even if they can try, two males won't end up with such a big family without a little help. Did you get more?" 

"I was given a breeding pair later. The one you are holding is one you gave me." 

Wei Wuxian shot him a surprised look, and lifted the rabbit to inspect it closely. 

"I didn't know they lived this old! And the other?" 

Lan Wangji pointed at another rabbit, hopping around them at a distance, as if trying to check what was happening to its friend but not quite trusting this stranger yet.

"Lan Zhan, you must have taken very good care of them," Wei Wuxian complimented him, making his traitorous heart beat a little faster. "And not just of them," he added, gazing at A-Yuan feeding blades of grass to the rabbits. "I would never have guessed that Lan Zhan was such a nurturing person. You always act so cold, but could it be you're really a soft person after all?" 

"Ridiculous," Lan Wangji muttered, turning away in embarrassment. 

Wei Wuxian laughed, loud enough to startle the rabbit and earn a stern look from A-Yuan. 

"You have to be quiet," he ordered. "They like the quiet." 

"And do you like it too?" Wei Wuxian teased. "Is Lan Yuan a rabbit as well? I think you'd make a good one. You have the right nose for it."

Letting the rabbit he held hop away to its mate, Wei Wuxian leaned toward A-Yuan and tapped his finger on the tip of his son's nose. A-Yuan grinned even as he pushed away Wei Wuxian's hand. 

"I wouldn't mind being a rabbit here," he admitted. "They have a good life. But I prefer being a person, because rabbits can't cultivate. Are you a cultivator, Mo gongzi ? Can you fly a sword? I'm going to start learning soon, but everyone says it's hard at first." 

The question startled Wei Wuxian whose smile trembled for a second. Lan Wangji had never found out what had happened to Wei Wuxian to force him away from orthodoxy, but there had to have been a reason. A person as skilled as Wei Wuxian would not have abandoned his sword without good reason. 

"I've learned a little," Wei Wuxian said at last, perfectly cheerful once more. "I can't really do it myself, but I'd gladly give you tips when the time comes."

"It's probably not until next year. Will you still be with us then?" 

At that question, both of them turned to look at Lan Wangji who took a moment to consider how he might answer that. 

"If it is agreeable to all of us," he said, knowing that Wei Wuxian had never enjoyed the rules of the Cloud Recesses, that he had no reason to stay. Wei Wuxian could ask to leave, to take A-Yuan with him, and Lan Wangji would have to accept.

He would not be his father.

"We'll see how things go," Wei Wuxian said with a laugh. "It gets boring here but… knowing there are rabbits and a Lan Yuan to play with might make the Cloud Recesses a little more bearable." 

"And you can keep the rabbits when we go visit Nie-ge," A-Yuan realised. "Or would you come with us? Since you are friends with Father, are you friends with Nie-ge as well?" 

"Well, I know him, and we used to have fun together. Saying we're friends might be pushing it a bit, we haven't really talked in a long while. Growing up is like that ahah!" 

A-Yuan threw him an unimpressed look. 

"You talk like you are so old," he complained. "And you should be friends with Nie-ge. He is nice and funny, even if he is sad a lot now. He misses his brother a lot, and he has so much work, and…" 

"No gossip," Lan Wangji interrupted. 

Immediately A-Yuan stopped speaking, a slight blush on his cheeks at being caught in fault. 

"Sorry, Father. But Mo gongzi should try being friends with Nie-ge if he stays with us. Will we all have dinner in the Jingshi tonight? They could talk and become friends."

"Nie-ge cannot come," Lan Wangji said. 

"But he always eats with us," A-Yuan protested. "Even when he's busy. You say he always has to eat with us." 

It was a rule Lan Wangji had tried to enforce during their visits in Qinghe. It ensured Nie Huaisang took care of himself even when busy, but it was also for Lan Wangji’s own comfort. In their short time of living together he had learned to enjoy having another person around, and it was nice to have that again. Certainly he sometimes had dinner privately in the Jingshi with A-Yuan and that was pleasant, but it was different with another adult.

If Wei Wuxian took A-Yuan when he left the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji would go back to solitary meals or to the dining halls. Both were unpleasant options.

“Father, let’s go tell Nie-ge that he must eat with us,” A-Yuan suggested, standing up and dusting his robes. “It’s the rule.”

“The circumstances are exceptional,” Lan Wangji replied. “Nie-ge cannot free himself this time.”

There was no hiding the disappointment on A-Yuan’s face. Clearly this was a lot to happen at once, between the introduction of Wei Wuxian and the sudden disappearance of Nie Huaisang in spite of them having made plans together. Lan Wangji wished things were different but… it was a lot for him as well, and he was still trying to make sense of it all.

Still, A-Yuan was a clever boy, and he understood that on rare occasions, some rules had to be bent, though it could not be done lightly. Once again he accepted what his father told him, but Lan Wangji knew he would soon have to decide whether or not to keep Nie Huaisang in their lives, and how to explain it if he didn’t. The truth was too awful to be shared, but saying nothing might make A-Yuan feel abandoned and Lan Wangji could not be so cruel.

As the light dimmed around there, the time came to leave the rabbits behind and return to the Jingshi. A-Yuan was a little pensive at first, but Wei Wuxian kept trying to drag him into conversation about his life in the Cloud Recesses and quickly the little boy was chatting about everything from classes to Lan Jingyi, with asides for his favourite foods and his troubles writing certain characters.

“You are a very accomplished young man,” Wei Wuxian remarked as they entered the Jingshi, his tone half teasing and half genuine pride. “Your fathers have done a good job with you.”

A-Yuan beamed at the compliment. So did Lan Wangji, in his own manner, and to avoid being teased over it, he left the house to go request that dinner be brought to them. There were few people in the world he trusted to watch over A-Yuan in his absence, but Wei Wuxian was now on top of that list.

By the time Lan Wangji returned, having ordered their dinner, Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan were sitting together on the little boy’s bed. Wei Wuxian, as usual, was sitting improperly with his legs crossed and his feet on the mattress, A-Yuan on his lap reading a book aloud. Or at least, attempting to. Every other sentence, Wei Wuxian would interrupt him to comment, or argue, or just for the sheer pleasure of making A-Yuan sigh in barely contained frustration. They both looked up when they noticed Lan Wangji’s returned, and both smiled at him with such warmth that his heart skipped a beat.

Even through the tormenting guilt of knowing what it had cost, the death of Mo Xuanyu and the likely loss of his friendship with Nie Huaisang, Lan Wangji felt happier than he had in years. It might not last, there was no reason for Wei Wuxian to stay in the Cloud Recesses, and if he left he would take A-Yuan with him.

But for now Lan Wangji was allowed to have this taste of the family he’d long dreamed of, and he would enjoy it as long as he could.

#wangxian #lan sizhui #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #burn it down au #jau writes #ok hopefully the rest of the story won't be quite as hard to write ahah

[imaginaryelle]

If you're still taking asks, maybe a modern wangxian au where LWJ finds out WWX never learned to ride a bike so he decides to teach him? Or in line with those LWJ does something uncharacteristic but only for WWX's eyes (like winking at him) and WWX is so shocked and tries to convince anyone else that it happened but no one believes him. Just some general fluffiness 🤗

Anon, I hope you don’t mind that I threw A-Yuan in here too,because I had a brainwave halfway through writing this and “fluff”plus “Lan Wangji acting in ways other people won’t believe”came up with an answer of “A-Yuan.” (Also I re-watched relevantscenes and realized A-Yuan calls Wei Wuxian “Xian-gege” and Icould not resist.) This fic is ~2.7k and can also be read on AO3.

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When Wei Wuxiansteps off the bus with A-Yuan balanced carefully against his hip, hefinds Yiling park is less crowded than expected for a sunny autumn day.  That may be due to the exhibition downtown, or to the coolbreeze snaking over the grounds and blowing hair into people’sfaces no matter how carefully they’d tied their ponytail. He swipeshis hair back irritably and checks that A-Yuan’s coat is stillbuttoned up. It hadn’t been this cool back at his apartment, butafter a few months of babysitting Wei Wuxian has learned at least afew things, and one of thosethings is that Wen Qing will absolutely pummel him if he takes thekid out without a jacket.

“This is usually areally nice place,” he tells A-Yuan as they walk hand-in-tiny-handtoward the pedestrian boulevard.  “When I was in school, fourdifferent classmates of mine got engaged here, over by the river, andthere’s a playground further in, and sometimes there arefireworks.”

The grounds haven’tchanged much since those days, which were, admittedly, only a yearago so he’s not sure what he was expecting. The walking paths arestill lined with trees and flower bushes for every season, and theelectric lanterns overhead creak as they swing in the breeze. It’sjust not really the sort of place he ever imagined Lan Wangjifrequenting. Full of couples and families with children, or usuallyfull anyway. Lan Wangji likes solitude and quiet. At least, he usedto.

Maybe something’schanged in the last few months. Something that would make himactually respond to one of Wei Wuxian’s messages for once. Andinvite him somewhere. On a not-date, because Wei Wuxian is verycertain that Lan Wangji doesn’t… date. And he definitely doesn’tdate university dropouts, no matter the state of their previousfriendship, or what sorts of daydreams and hopes Wei Wuxian stillguiltily harbors.

Not that theknowledge stops Wei Wuxian’ heart speeding up as he finally catchessight of a figure in a long white overcoat, standing quiet andself-contained next to one of the bubbling fountains spreadthroughout the park. Not that reminding himself of it keeps his palmsfrom sweating as they draw nearer.

“Lan Zhan,” hecalls when he can’t bear to wait any longer, and it’s gratifying,how quickly Lan Wangji turns.

“Wei Ying,” hesays, and there might even be a hint of a smile there before his eyeslock on A-Yuan and a frown etches itself between his brows. “Thisis …?”

“Oh!” Wei Wuxianrealizes, quite suddenly, that he never actually… sent that updatetext about his situation. Oops. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologies.“This is A-Yuan. I don’t usually watch him on Saturdays, but hisfamily had a—a thing today.” He waves his free hand, as if it canencompass the Wen family’s various complications and commitments.

Lan Wangji staresdown at A-Yuan without responding.

“Is—is thatokay?” Wei Wuxian bites his lip. “If it’s not I think I’mfree next week—”

“It’s fine,”Lan Wangji says. And then, with some concern, “Is he cold?”

Wei Wuxian looksdown to find A-Yuan has turned his face into Wei Wuxian’s leg, likehe’s hiding from the wind. But he’s not shivering, or clinging.It’s more like his occasional behavior at the supermarket, whenit’s overcrowded.

“Ah, no, I thinkhe’s just shy.” He pets A-Yuan’s hair. “A-Yuan,” he coaxes,“This is Lan Zhan, Xian-gege’s friend from school. He’s the onewho invited us out to play today.” A-Yuan shakes his head and staysstubbornly turned into him. Wei Wuxian can barely bite back his smileas he says, “Lan Zhan, your face is too severe, he thinks you’reangry.”

Lan Wangji managesto look even more concerned at this, and Wei Wuxian laughs. “It’sfine, it’s fine, he really is shy. It took him two days to warm upto me when I was first watching him.” He slings off his backpackand nudges A-Yuan closer to the fountain. “He’ll do better for abit of a distraction.”

The backpack isoverstuffed with things he or A-Yuan might need, but it’s easyenough to find the butterfly and the dragon he likes best.

“A-Yuan,” hesays, holding them out, “Do you want to show Lan Zhan your toys?”

A-Yuan bites hislip, his little hands clenching tight as he reaches out and thenpulls back.

“A-Yuan ishungry,” he declares, and Wei Wuxian sighs.

“We ate lunch anhour ago. I told you already, we can get noodles in a little while.All I have for you right now is shrimp crackers and dried plums.”

A-Yuan pouts. Shrimpcrackers and dried plums are tied for his least favorite snack, butbetween his anticipation of this outing with Lan Wangji and theunexpected chaos his morning had turned into Wei Wuxian hasn’trefreshed his supplies yet this week. He sets the toys on the wideedge of the fountain and turns with a grimace. “Sorry, Lan Zhan,”he says. “Sometimes he—”

“Will these work?”Lan Wangji produces a brightly colored bag of Lotus chips and holdsthem out to A-Yuan, who nods eagerly.

“Lan Zhan...”Wei Wuxian watches him open the snacks and pick out a careful pile ofchips that he presents on a paper napkin. Watches A-Yuan smile widelyat him and offer up his most polite and heartfelt ‘thank you.’There’s another, immediately recognizable snack bag peeking out ofLan Wangji’s bike pannier—the spicy version of the same brand oflotus snacks, which Wei Wuxian had eaten almost every day while theywere in classes together and which he knows for a fact Lan Wangjipersonally abhors.

For a moment he’sso overcome with nostalgia and inexplicable gratitude that he can’teven see what’s directly in front of him until Lan Wangji call hisname.

“What?” heblinks hard and clears his throat before meeting Lan Wangji’s gaze.“Sorry, Lan Zhan, what-ah. What did you even want to do today,anyway?”

Lan Wangji looks athim for a moment, and then at A-Yuan happily eating and playing, andthen nods to himself. He goes back to his bike panniers and rummagesfor a moment, reappearing with a bike helmet, which he pushes intoWei Wuxian’s unresisting hands.

“What’s thisfor?” he asks, staring at it. It looks suspiciously like LanWangji’s own bike helmetwith the white and the blue detailing tomatch his fancy road bike,but he supposes it’s possible there’sa second one. Lan Wangji had to buy it somewhere, right?

“Riding,”Lan Wangji says, and Wei Wuxian sighs and passes the helmet back.

“LanZhan, wherever you want to go I’m sure we can walk. Or catch a bus!Get a taxi. It’s too—too windy to bike, and there’s no seat forA-Yuan on a rental.” He sticks his hands in his pockets and huncheshis shoulders like he’s warding of chills. Hot noodles are soundingmore and more appealing. 

“Youshould learn,” Lan Wangji says, and Wei Wuxian goes still. Noteven remotely adate then. Definitely nota date. No, instead LanWangji has found yet another weakness to poke his long, beautifulfingers into. Damn him.

“Whotold you?”

LanWangji is impassive, as ever. “You were at the skate park. With WenQionglin.”

WeiWuxian frowns. He spends a few evenings a week at the skate park withWen Ning, but none of that time is really related to—oh. Oh.The trick bike, two weeks ago. Which means Lan Wangji saw him crashinto a bench and nearly break his wrist. Whoops.

“LanZhan, that was a one-time thing,” he promises. “Don’t worry,I’m not going to be trying that again.” Even if riding a bikewould be worlds more convenient than walking next time he misses thebus to work.“I’m fine, really. Thereare plenty of ways to get around the city.” Heturns on his heel and scrunches up his face in the direction of ahappy couple on the walkingpaths. This is reallynot—wait. “Wait.” He spinsback around. “Did you mean—youwant to teach me?”

LanWangji is looking down at the helmet in his hands, not meeting WeiWuxian’s eyes.

“Mn,”he says, low enough that Wei Wuxian can hardly hear it over the rushof the fountain. He leans closer.

“Isthere a special reason?” he asks with renewed hope.

“WeiYing should learn,” Lan Wangji repeats.

Somuch for that then. Wei Wuxian pouts. But maybe he can turn this tohis advantage. Bike riding lessons could take hours. Maybe days. Itcould take multiple meetings, with and without A-Yuan in tow. Atminimum, it means more time spent with Lan Wangji, more opportunitiesto figure out if this is friendship rekindled or—or something else.

“Okay.”He plucks the helmet from Lan Wangji’s hands and smiles at the hintof surprise on his face. “Let’s do it.”

Ofcourse, as with anything involving Lan Wangji, there arecomplications. It’s not enough to just get on a bike and point itdown a clear patch of pavement, no, there are steps.The first of which is wearing a helmet, which takes a few minutesto get settled properly; WeiWuxian has no idea how Lan Wangji manages to wear it and still havesuch perfectly neat hair all the time.Wei Wuxian does not have thatgift. His ponytail gets inthe way, and Lan Wangjimeets the suggestion that they could just move on without the helmetwith an icy stare. So Wei Wuxian takes down his hair and puts it upagain three separate times, and stops to tease A-Yuan and let himselfbe laughed at, and then the straps have to be adjusted again, andagain.

Thatpart at least is mostly pleasant. Lan Wangji stands close enough thatWei Wuxian can count his eyelashes as he frowns and messes withplastic clips and slips his fingers carefully between Wei Wuxian’sskin and the buckle. It takes two tries before he’s satisfied thatthe helmet isn’t going to slip off and leave Wei Wuxian to rattlehis brain against the concrete, and by the time he steps back WeiWuxian has very nearly convinced himself that a kiss would be aharmless, innocuous thing and not at all a risk that makes hisinsides tie themselves into knots. Very, very nearly, but notquite well enough to close that last bit of distance between them.

Adjustingthe bike’s seat is significantly more frustrating.

“It’sfine,” Wei Wuxian insists, impatient after getting on and off thebike four times for what seem to be extremely minor adjustments.

“It’ssafer if your feet can touch the ground while you’re learning,”Lan Wangji says, unhooking the latch again.

“Theytouch!” Wei Wuxian fumes. “I’m not that much shorterthan you, I’ll knock myself out with my own knees if that seat goesany lower.” Not that any of his protests seem to matter in the faceof Lan Wangji’s conviction.

Finally,finally, after the seat is adjusted and Lan Wangji hasstubbornly held the whole bike still so that Wei Wuxian can tryputting his feet on the pedals without falling over, they can reallyget underway. Wei Wuxian moves A-Yuan to a slightly safer distancefrom both bicycle and fountain, tells him to stay put so he doesn’tget hurt, and straddles the bike one last time. Lan Wangji holds ontothe rack in an effort to keep the bike steady without being directlyin the way, but it’s still a wobbly effort. Wei Wuxian looks downthe stretched out downhill slope of pavement before him and seesnothing but a hard surface to fall on. For a moment he considers themerits of calling the whole thing of and insisting on an early dinnerafter all. His wrist twinges with remembered pain.

ButLan Wangji has gone to so much effort, and this is the first timehe’s reached out for anything in months. If Wei Wuxian backsout now he might not get another chance to see him for even longer.

“Okay.”The handlebars wobble and he tightens his grip with a grimace; LanWangji’s biek is the lightest, most responsive bicycle he’s everso much as touched. “Okay,” he repeats. “What next, Lan Zhan?”

“Pedalslowly, and remember the breaks,” Lan Wangji says at his shoulder,and then they’re moving, Lan Wangji’s footsteps at his side asthe tires roll and the pavement speeds by, faster and faster, andthen he realizes he can’t hear Lan Wangji’s footsteps anymore andhe’s gliding along on his own. Coasting down the hill. Speedingup.

Thespeed is exhilarating. Like jumping off a diving board or taking thehalf-pipe a little too fast. He lets out a whoop and leans into itand tries to pedal faster, and then the bike leaps suddenly sideways,and there’s a moment of trying to pedal backwards and trying toreach the brake levers at the same time, and then the whole bikeshudders underneath him and the horizon slips sideways and he hitsthe ground and slides.

Fora few seconds he just lies on his side doing a mental inventory ofhis parts. Ow. His left ankle and upper arm hurt. There’s gravelunder his face. He has no idea where the bike is. He thinks A-Yuanmight be crying in the distance.

“WeiYing!” Lan Wangji’s voice draws nearer. “Wei Ying,” rightoverhead. A hand grabs at his shoulder, another pressing to his face.

“Xian-gege!”A-Yuan yells, almost directly into his ear, still crying, and WeiWuxian reaches a hand up for him.

“I’mokay,” he says as soothingly as he can, patting blindly at A-Yuan’shead.“Shhhh, Xian-gege is okay, A-Yuan.”

“WeiYing,” Lan Wangji repeats, like he thinks Wei Wuxian can’t hearhim.

“LanZhan.” Wei Wuxian struggles to sit up, a process made moredifficult by both A-Yuan andLan Wangji’s hoveringpresence so close to his face. “Did I scratch up your bike?” Helooks around for clues to its whereabouts, but Lan Wangji makes adismissive noise and grabs at his hand.

“Areyou hurt?” he asks.

“No,”Wei Wuxian lies. Bruises don’t count, especially not with LanWangji holding his hand. “Lan Zhan, I’m fine, I promise,” heinsists when Lan Wangji looks unconvinced. More than unconvinced, LanWangji looks almost regretful. “Hey, hey, no,” Wei Wuxiansqueezes his hand. Dares to tug him a little closer. “I’m fine.Nothing an ice pack won’t cure.”

“Xian-gege.”A-Yuan chooses that moment to crawl from Lan Wangji’s lap to hisand press tiny toddler hands into his face. “Xian-gege is hurt,”he says, pushing at Wei Wuxian’s cheeks in a way that does,admittedly, make him wince.

“Everything’sokay, A-Yuan.” Wei Wuxian sighs and lets of of Lan Wangji’s handto wipe at the tears on A-Yuan’s cheeks. “I’m not hurt. I justmessed up. Do you remember what we do when we mess up?”

A-Yuannods seriously. “Try again,” he says dutifully, and Wei Wuxiangrins and bops his nose gently.

“That’sright! We try again. So that’s what we’re going to do, and thenwe’re going to go get noodles. Deal?”

“Mn!”A-Yuan nods eagerly.

“Deal,Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks, still grinning even though his cheekhurts with it, and even though his whole body is probably going toache tomorrow morning, especially if he falls again. “Let merepay you for the lesson with dinner?”

LanWangji gives him a long, slow look, but there’s a hint of a smilethere. Just enough to send Wei Wuxian’s heart soaring all overagain.

“Mn,”he agrees.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #chen qing ling #a yuan #alex writes #Anonymous

[drwcn]

I loved your fem lwj take on things. How would thibgs go if WWX was the lady? Other than ppl assuming she stood up for the Wens bcs she jad feelings for WN ( and that Yuan was hers)

Heyyy friend, I think I’ve seen a couple of girl!wwx fics floating around in ao3 so i certainly won’t be the first :P.

Also I completely misread your ask initially, I thought you were asking me what I think would happen if A-Yuan was WWX’s kid, and I was like oh?? But then I realize wait... I can make it worse.  

Today, I decided that my mortal soul doesn’t matter, so here we go. Let’s see how accursed I can make this idea: 

[1]

It started with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Wanyin had set out for the Burial Mount with the explicit goal of throttling speaking with Wei Wuxian, but what greeted him at the entrance of the “Demon Subduing Palace” — more of a cave than anything really — was not his martial sister, but Wen Ning. Well, what had once been Wen Ning.

Black veins ran across his pale, ashen face, down his equally ashen neck , and into the major veins beneath his clavicles covered by the collars of his black threadbare robes. Lifeless eyes, white as his skin, stared into a void the living could not see. There were talismans littering his body, and Jiang Cheng knew that when he spoke to this fierce corpse, he was not speaking to the young Wen boy, but to his mistress who controlled him with her demonic cultivation. 

Wei Wuxian refused to face him. Refused him explanation. Refused him closure.

“Er-jie!” Jiang Cheng screamed into the stony expressionless face of Wen Qionglin. “If you continue to protect them, then I can’t protect you!!” 

There was no response. 

Suddenly, just as Jiang Cheng was about to kick and fight his way into the cave, Wen Ning thrusted out his right fist, and in his grasp was a piece of purple silk. Jiang Cheng unfolded the silk, vaguely recognizing that it had been cut from someone’s robe, and saw what was wrapped within was a slip of parchment.

割袍断义*, the paper read. Tell the world that I, Wei Wuxian, first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang has forever defected (Note: 割袍断义- to rip one's robe as a sign of repudiating a sworn brotherhood (idiom)).

With this, there was nothing left to say. Hurt and furious, Jiang Wanyin threw the piece of parchment onto the dirt ground, grinded his heel down on it, and left the Burial Mount without ever having drawn Sandu. 

Inside the cave, Wen Qing held Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Why won’t you just tell him? He’s your brother; he can help you, you can —” 

Wei Wuxian’s mile long stare seemed to be gazing at something — someone — very far away. Slowly, she placed her other palm over her belly, which horrifically was already starting to round out. “Nobody can help me now, Qing-jie.”

“I can,” said Wen Qing, blunt as ever. “I can make it go away, if you want.”

“No.” A droplet of tear escaped pass long lashes. “No.” 

[2] 

It continued with Jiang Cheng.

On a snowy night, the first winter after Wei Wuxian escaped with the Wen remnants to the Burial Mount, Jiang Cheng was rudely awakened from his slumber by a less-than-stealthy intruder breaking and entering into his bed chamber.

Zidian whipped through the air, lighting the room with her eerie violet glow, before the intruder could think to take one more step. It was a man, judging from his silhouette colliding against the wall and the pained groan he made in response. The very next second, the tail of Zidian coiled tightly around his neck and dragged him across the floor towards beneath Jiang Cheng’s waiting foot. 

The Sect Master of Yunmeng Jiang summoned Sandu, ready to deliver the final strike, but just as his blade sailed towards the intruder’s chest, a pale arm jutted upwards, blocking Sandu’s descent and revealing a pale hand holding a … a... 

Even in the dark, Jiang Cheng immediately recognized the mahogany comb. 

“Jiang — ! Zongzhu —!” The man croaked out urgently, throat still stomped on by Jiang Cheng’s foot. It was - it was Wen Ning?!

Jiang Cheng looked him over. He was pale, yes, but his eyes appeared human. His hair was brushed and haphazardly done up in a farmer’s top knot. He was wearing farmer’s clothing too, probably more inconspicuous for travel than his Ghost General getup.  

“Jiang-zongzhu! P—please!!”

No, impossible. 

“Wei — Wei-guniang—”

Jiang Cheng lifted his foot and dragged Wen Ning up in a split second. “What’s wrong with Wei Wuxian?!”  Wen Ning coughed and shook his head desperately. “No time to explain. My sister asked me to fetch you. Please, you have to come! Wei-guniang’s life is in danger! If you won’t come, I’ll...I’ll have to go to Gusu, and I don’t know if - if -” 

Jiang Cheng followed Wen Ning. 

For speed, they travelled by sword, but even so, dawn was breaking by the time they arrived. The crowd of Burial Mount’s villagers huddling anxiously outside of the Demon Subduing Palace parted for them upon their arrival. Jiang Cheng took a moment to gather himself and square his shoulders. Whatever it was; he was ready.  

He was wrong. None of the dozens of scenario he had agonized over on the flight here could have prepared him for what awaited him inside. 

Wen Qing, pale and drenched in sweat, was near complete spiritual collapse, and without Wen Qing’s spiritual energy sustaining her, the single tenuous thread by which Wei Wuxian’s life hung on would have undoubtedly snapped under the toil and devastation her body had been put through. 

There was so much blood, so, so much blood everywhere, and amidst the blood, there was a baby. 

Fuck. 

Jiang Cheng transfused his sister half of his total spiritual reserve over the course of a day, while an exhausted but unrelenting Wen Qing worked diligently under blood-soaked sheets. 

Then at dusk, when the storm finally passed, Jiang Cheng sat at the mouth of the cave with a tiny, perfect little human — a girl, a niece! —  in his arms and cursed Lan Wangji’s name. 

Wen Qing was extremely clear with them: 孩子要是留在这里，养不活。

If the newborn was left to be raised at the Burial Mount, she would not live. And so, because parting was inevitable from the start, Wei Wuxian adamantly refused to hold or nurse the child. Her child. 

I can’t. If I do, I won’t be able to let her go. Those dark eyes burned with more than just the delirium of her childbed fever. For once, Jiang Cheng could not find it in himself to argue.

Thus, he took his niece home and named her Jiang Yan 江曕. The name was not his doing. His foolish, misguided, stubborn sister had stroked her daughter’s soft, baby cheek and whispered it to her as a farewell gift. 

Yan - to be bathed in daylight. In the end, when given a choice, Wei Wuxian still opted for her child to walk on broad sunny road. 

It made Jiang Cheng wonder why, then, she would choose the dark twisted path for herself instead. 

[3] 

It ended with Jiang Cheng. 

The truth was simple: Jiang Wanyin killed his shijie Wei Wuxian. He did. He meant to. 

He killed her. But that did not mean he wanted her dead. 

In one day, he had lost both of his sisters, leaving two orphans in their wake. Jiang Cheng could not ignore the cruel irony of their fate: one’s father murdered by his aunt, and other’s mother murdered by her uncle. 

This was the kind of tragedy fairytales were made of, and if there were anything left in him to shed tears over it, he would.  Standing amongst Nevernight’s carnage, he could not dredge up even a single drop of tear.  

Jiang Cheng didn’t know how he could return home to Lotus Pier to face that cherub face, always so happy, so sweet, so utterly untainted by the world. She had her mother’s smile. Yan'er was starting to learn how to speak. Her first words were da-da. 

Da-da. Die-die. Father. 

He was standing beside her father now. 

Lan Wangji. Devastated. Destroyed. …Deceived.

Jiang Cheng hated him so much, so fucking much that for one insane second, he thought about telling Lan Wangji the truth just to see what would happen. Maybe he would run Jiang Cheng through with his Bichen - that would be a relief now, wouldn’t it? - or maybe he would jump after Wei Wuxian. 

Truly, if he knew, he would. Jump, that is. Jiang Cheng was almost entirely sure. Oh the utter melodrama that would inspire indeed!  

But then... 

Wei Ying birthed you a daughter, a lovely, perfect, blessed little girl, and she carried that secret to her grave. I may be damned by my actions, but you, who have done nothing for her and taken everything, why should you deserve something as sacred as the truth?

Jiang Cheng turned away. 

He was acutely aware that one day Jiang Yan may very well be the literal death of him. After all — 杀母之仇不共戴天 — one cannot tolerate living under the same sky as the murderer of one’s mother. 

Be that as it may, he would raise Jiang Yan well, just as he promised. Unlike his sister, he would not break his word. Jiang Yan was of Lotus Pier, of Yunmeng, like her mother and grandfather before her. That for him, was enough. 

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu and gripped Zidian. Whatever his fate, he already made peace with it, and the rest was inconsequential. 

One day, he may die, but today he lives, and so as long as he lives, Jiang Yan and all of Yunmeng Jiang will be protected . So as long as he lives, they will flourish. 

[...and in between]

On the streets of Yiling, Lan Wangji tilted his head inquisitively at Wei Wuxian and the little boy at her side and asked, “This child, he...” 

In response, Wei Wuxian patted her chest in a self-declarative kind of way and announced, “Oh this child, I birthed him!” 

He stared at her in shell-shocked silence, his mind racing with panicked thoughts of but that’s impossible — that was just once — even if — the boy is too old to be —

“怎么，蓝湛，不要我们娘儿俩了？” What, Lan Zhan, you don’t want the child and I?

“Wei— Wei Ying—” 

Then of course, she had laughed, and Lan Wangji thought no more of it. 

Just a joke. A silly joke. 

In time, he would come to realize his mistake. 

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[A/N]: I’m not even a little bit sorry. 

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wen qing #wen ning #what the fuck am I doing you ask??? #i don't know #okay #i really don't know #i am nhs #i haven't come up with the bebe's courtesy name yet lol #i am the national health services #midnightlighthowlite #corie replies #corie fics #cql ficlet #lanyan #midnight sun #ly1

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break, ch. 3

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wēn Qíng, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Qíng, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secrets, Crying, Masks, Soulmates, Truth, Self-Esteem Issues, Regret, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Fix-It, Eventual Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, wwx needs a hug, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Summary: Wei WuXian wakes.

Note: This is more an introspective chapter, but I guess they all have been. At some point action will happen, but obviously there’s a lot of trauma and shit to deal with as well.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Wen QiongLin brings dinner, largely comprised of radish-based dishes. From Wen Qing’s comment regarding Wei Ying’s dislike of the vegetable, Lan WangJi decides they should absolutely purchase something else in Yiling tomorrow. 

Though it is nearly time to sleep, Lan WangJi focuses on writing the letter to XiChen. He dares not include too much information, as letters can be intercepted. 

XiChen,

The situation in Yiling is not what was claimed. Lan principles dictate it is our duty to embrace the entirety of the world and to uphold the value of justice. Failure to protect the weak enables bullying of the weak. In failing to uphold these, I have forgotten the grace of our forefathers, who believed in righteousness.

Thus I have decided to stay at Burial Mounds to atone and make right my wrongs. You may visit if you wish to confirm the situation, but I am well.

WangJi 

 Despite the letter being addressed to his brother, rather than to him as his role as sect leader, Lan WangJi has outlined four of the principles he feels have been violated regarding the Wen remnants and reminded XiChen of the GusuLan sect creed. This would be more befitting such a letter, but he feels he must justify his decision.

He sets the letter aside to reread in the morning and take to Yiling, then rummages in his qiankun pouch for his bedroll, intending to sleep on the cave floor.

Before he can, Wei Ying sits up with a gasp, his eyes wild. His breath comes in short pants, and even in the dim light of the talisman he set up to write the letter, he can see the sheen of sweat on his skin. When Lan WangJi moves toward him, his hand comes up, ChenQing held clenched as a shield. 

“Don’t!” His voice is pure panic as he scoots back, and he’s dangerously close to falling off the makeshift bed.

Lan WangJi settles, moving slowly. He pulls out his guqin and starts “Cleansing,” reaching out with his spiritual energy through the music. The tension and panic start to ease from Wei Ying, and he idly wonders how long he has suffered like this, nightmares drenching him in cold sweat.

Wei Ying never seeks help, only shoulders his burdens with a smile. But there have been times when that smile has been a ghost of what it should be; when Wei Ying returned from being missing, a tight, careful smirk, something broken Lan WangJi didn’t know how to fix. Wasn’t allowed to fix.

Somehow Wei Ying never asks for help, regardless of how obvious it is he needs it, wouldn’t accept it when it was offered. He has, somewhere in his life, been taught he isn’t allowed help, is the only thing Lan WangJi can think.

He runs his hands over the strings to still them as “Cleansing” comes to an end, pleased to see that Wei Ying’s breathing has calmed.

“Thank you,” Wei Ying murmurs, not looking at him. “Sorry… for earlier.”

Lan WangJi isn’t sure what he’s referring to entirely, but knowing Wei Ying it’s for his emotional distress, as though he isn’t permitted such.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he tells him honestly. 

Wei Ying picks at his robes, then seems to realize their state and stands to straighten them, finding his belt. Lan WangJi is oddly reminded of the opposite—him stripping in the cave of the XuanWu of Slaughter, pulling off his belt and sodden robes to induce him to expel bad blood. Now, his robes are another way for him to hide.

“I still don’t think you should stay,” Wei Ying says when he’s done.

Stubborn. But Lan WangJi is stubborn as well. 

“I will stay as long as you are here.”

“That’ll be awhile.” Wei Ying sighs. “Well, you already know I can’t force you out.”

“Mn. You could.”

The power he wields through ChenQing, and he knows Wei Ying also is aware by the scowl on his face.

“I wouldn’t use resentful energy on you,” he mutters, sounding a bit offended.

“I know you would not. But you could and choose not to. I trust you not to.”

“You’re probably the only one who trusts me,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost too soft to hear.

Lan WangJi could tell him that the rest of the cultivation world are fools, but instead he starts plucking the strings of the guqin again, this time falling into a familiar song, “WangXian.”

He wonders if Wei Ying will ask him the name again. Wonders if he has the courage again now to tell him. 

Wei Ying’s empty, bitter smile, his return like a ghost after having disappeared for months, telling Lan WangJi his heart was not his business… 

The memory brings with it hesitation and fear; he had taken it as rejection, resolved painfully to endure unrequited love. 

“You have nightmares,” he says as he stills the strings again, moving the conversation away from what he may not be able to say. 

Wei Ying shrugs. “Memories, sometimes. The resentful energy comes from restless spirits. Sometimes I see what they regret, or how they died. Like a sort of Empathy, I guess. Sometimes after I dream, they’re able to move on.”

“Wei Ying.” 

He isn’t able to keep the concern from his voice. This is more information than he’s ever given, though, and he’s honored by the confession.

“If it brings them peace, it’s okay.”

Lan WangJi sighs, frustrated. This is, again, Wei Ying’s sacrificial nature. He’s willing to forego restful sleep to put spirits to rest. That anyone could consider him evil is obscene.

“And tonight?” he asks, putting his guqin away and standing.

A shudder runs through Wei Ying, and he immediately knows the nightmare tonight was his own. Lan WangJi approaches, and though he knows the tremble isn’t from chill, he gathers the heavy robe from the makeshift bed and carefully wraps it around Wei Ying’s shoulders. It is far too large for him. He has always been slender, but nearly as tall as Lan WangJi. Now he is so emaciated the robes hang, dragging on the ground.

Wei Ying doesn’t look at him, and he simply waits, unmoving.

“Being thrown into, well, here. Before.” 

His voice is soft, vulnerable, and cracks at ‘here.’ Lan WangJi is close enough to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.

“They threw me from their swords, right into the center. The resentful energy of this place caught me. Broke my fall and pulled me in.”

He says nothing further, and Lan WangJi senses he won’t from the haunted look in his eyes. Some things cannot be spoken or shared, too traumatic. This place is eerie now, partially cleansed of resentful energy, but all of China knows what this place had been before Wei Ying made it livable.

“You survived,” he finally says. “Achieved the impossible.”

Wei Ying only shrugs, crossing his arms and pulling the robe more tightly around him, his posture defensive, as though he too wonders if he truly survived Burial Mounds.

He can do nothing to change what has happened to Wei Ying, but he can work to improve the future. Perhaps starting with his health.

“Wen QiongLin requested to cook for you when you woke.”

Wei Ying pulls a face. “I ate earlier, in town.”

Lan WangJi frowns at him. “Wei Ying, you are starving yourself. You cannot help these people if you do not take care of yourself. You can no longer practice inedia.”

“I know that!” He glares, clearly displeased at the reminder. “I went without as a kid. A-Yuan deserves better.”

“As do you,” he counters. “I brought money. We will go to Yiling for supplies tomorrow. No one need go hungry.”

Wei Ying, he realizes, might be even more susceptible to starvation-related illnesses, having gone through it once before. He reaches forward, only for Wei Ying to jerk back, the reaction one of engrained trauma. Though he knows it doesn’t necessarily represent a lack of trust, the thought that it could is painful.

He has done little these months after the war to earn his trust, but Wei Ying’s rain-soaked face, telling him he trusts him to end his life if it comes to it, springs unbidden to mind. Lan WangJi hopes that isn’t all he trusts him to do, that perhaps Wei Ying can trust him to save his life instead...

“Fine, fine,” Wei Ying says, brushing past him. “Let’s go find Wen Ning.”

Lan WangJi follows him, wondering if the only reason he acquiesced was to ignore his own reaction. Wei Ying tries to hide his pain, always, and this pain is no different. He wants to address it, but getting him to eat is, for the moment, more important.

The rest can be addressed later. He only hopes he can earn Wei Ying’s trust moving forward.

#my fanfiction #the untamed #untamed fanfiction #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wei ying #cql #chen qing ling #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wen qing #wen ning #wen qionglin

[local-void-creature-izzy]

Cloud Recess Wrath

Chapter 13: Jin Ling + Lan Sizhui

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-earlier the same day last chapter-

If you were to ask Shizui how his day was going, he would respond saying ‘not bad but not great either’. Since he woke up that morning, something felt off...like something was going to happen. But he brushed it off thinking it was nothing.

Then little things started happening throughout the day. When he arrived at school, alpha’s the normally would have avoided or ignored him were being nice and doing small gestures to be nice and helpful. Whether it was holding the door, getting something from a high shelf, or just something small. He didn’t mind and politely thanked them even if it was a bit strange.

Then at lunch, he couldn’t stomach the food. The cafeteria had a variety of options for their students but each one made him sick and practically hug the toilet in the nearest bathroom. In the end he stuck with water and some saltine crackers and toast to settle his stomach.

And then during his classes, the female students kept staring at him. To the point it made him uncomfortable. Some were trying not to be obvious and some were unfortunately. The male students were no better...

And he was clumsy today, while he wasn’t as graceful as his father he wasn’t nearly as clumsy has his Uncle Huaisang. But today he tripped, bumped, knocked his head, and hit every in animate object in the school.

The whole day Shizui could barely focus on his studies as he was trying to figure out what was up with him, it didn’t help it was one of his dad’s days off from teaching and no phones were allowed during class hours. He was so deep in thought he barely registered his surroundings until he felt a arm around his waist. “Wha-“

“God Shizui watch where your walking! You nearly took a fall down the stairs!” Yelled a worried Jin Ling after barely catching the shorter male. Shizui looking in the direction he had been walking in and saw he did nearly fall down 2 flights of stairs.

“Ah I’m sorry Jin Ling, I was so focused on my thoughts I barely registered where I was walking.” Shizui explained, all flustered. “But thank you for catching me.” He said, turning slightly red when he realized the taller alpha was still holding onto him.

And it seems Jin Ling also realized he was still holding onto him, in a flustered panic he pulled away. “D-Don’t mention it. Are you okay though? You have been really out of it today and I overheard from a student you were throwing up during lunch. Do I need to call Uncle?” Jin Ling, concern laced in his voice.

“No its fine Jin Ling. I’m fine it was just probably something...” Shizui trailed off, feeling very hot. Like boiling hot. “I...Is it hot in here Jin Ling? It feels like an oven in here...” Shizui panted. Jin Ling was confused because the AC was on full blast, so how could Shizui be hot-

And then Shizui’s scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Shizui was presenting, presenting as an omega no less. Jin Ling’s mind went into over drive. “Shit shit shit, Shizui? Hey, A-Yuan look at me. Look at me please.” Jin Ling said trying to stay calm.

Jin Ling took his jacket off and put it on Shizui who immediately tried to take it off because it was too hot. “No you need it, it’ll keep away the dick for brain alphas. We need to get you to Uncle Wuxian, he’ll know what to do.” Jin Ling said.

“Jin Ling...?” Shizui’s voice came out small. “I can’t feel my legs...” He said, feeling like his legs were complete jello. And almost on instinct, Jin Ling picked up Shizui bridal style with strength he didn’t know he had.

“Everything is going to fine, I promise. Just rest your head.” Jin Ling calmly said, which was enough for Shizui to rest his head in Jin Ling’s neck against his scent gland and fall asleep. The scent of oakwood and cinnamon putting him at ease.

As for Jin Ling, he was anything but at ease. His friend was presenting and he had no idea what to do. All rationality was out the window as he ran 5 blocks to his Uncle’s place of work. His legs were screaming for a break but it could wait, he’ll stop when he’s there and knows when Shizui is safe at home.

He ran into the front door, lungs screaming for oxygen. He went to the secretary. “Is my Uncle here?” He asked, the secretary nodding yes. “Please help me take Shizui to him. He’s presenting.”

The secretary didn’t need to hear anymore before taking Shizui to a room with a bed and then rushing to go get Wei Ying and Lan Wangji. Jin Ling collapsed into the chair that was beside Shizui’s temporary bed and his mind finally calmed down and asked the one question he was avoiding...

‘He’s presenting. He’s an Omega, he smells like roses and strawberries. But now...he’ll be able to find and know his mate just by making simple eye contact. He’ll feel that pull, that tug in his soul. And...what if it pulls him to someone else? What if fate gives him someone else...and I’m doomed to feel this tug in my soul for him until the day i die..?’ Jin Ling thought to himself, but he couldn’t linger much longer on the thought because the door slammed open. Both his Uncles a panicked worried mess.

“Shizui baby?!” Yelled a scared Wei Ying as he rushed to the bed, checking Shizui’s temperature and going into ‘Mama Bear’ mode as Jin Ling called it. As for Lan Wangji, he went to Jin Ling. “What happened A-Ling?” He asked.

“He started presenting at school. I panicked and brought him here because I thought you two would know what to do. I think he’s presenting as an Omega..” He explained. Seeing how both parents became even more worried and concerned. “You didn’t let him scent you, did you?” Wei Ying asked.

Jin Ling was confused once again. “I guess? He rested his head against my neck and scent gland when I brought him here. He couldn’t feel his legs so I carried him. Why do you ask?” He asked.

“Because A-Ling, a presenting omega scenting anyone is dangerous, especially an alpha or an alpha that’s their fated one. Its not as dangerous as a pre mature heat but its still bad. It could affect the way he regulates scent in general.”

And it was like someone threw ice water on Jin Ling’s head. While that didn’t seem like a big deal, it was. Because a omega unable to regulate scent was dangerous for them. It was dangerous because if they are unable to regulate scents then they will get overwhelmed by every new scent to the point of throwing up. Or worse...mistake someone deadly and dangerous for their mate.

And in his state of panic and instincts in control, Jin Ling let Shizui scent him. If Shizui woke up unable to regulate and register scents, he would never forgive himself.

To be continued...

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[estelwenadia]

WangXian Week 2019: Day 4 - Farewells

It was a month after Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's wedding, when Wei Wuxian said, while laying on his husband's lap, with his husband's fingers sifting through his hair.

"Hey, Lan Zhan. Let's go travelling."

Lan Wangji did not stop the motions of his fingers. "Where to, Wei Ying?"

"Anywhere our feet lead us," Wei Wuxian reached up a hand to touch Lan Wangji's face. "I want to go travelling with you. Just us, to see the world out there."

"Why should I go to see the world out there, Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, his voice unimpressed, "when the world is lying on my lap right now?"

"Lan Zhan!"

Chuckling softly, Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian's fingers. "Anywhere you wish to go, Wei Ying, I will be right beside you."

That was last night.

The following morning, while waiting for Wei Wuxian to wake, Lan Wangji packed the essentials for their travel.

And now, they were bidding their farewells to the Cloud Recesses.

Lan Qiren, Lan SiZhui and Lan JingYi had come to see them off.

"Uncle."

Lan Wangji bowed, and beside him, Wei Wuxian did the same.

"Travel safe, Wangji," Lan Qiren finally said. "Bring glory and honor to GusuLan wherever you go. And Wei Ying."

Startled at being addressed to, Wei Wuxian snapped upright and tried his best not to stutter. "Yes, sir?"

There was a long pause as Lan Qiren regarded his son-in-law critically. After a long moment of contemplation, he said, "You may call me Uncle. We are family now."

Wei Wuxian was so surprised he stood staring after Lan Qiren's departing back.

"Senior Wei, HanGuang-Jun," When Wei Wuxian glanced at SiZhui, the boy threw his arms around him, encompassing them both in a tight embrace. After a moment, Lan JingYi joined the hug. "Please come back safely. We will miss you."

Wei Wuxian crouched down so he would be able to hug them properly. Already he could feel the shoulders of his robes wet with the boys' tears.

Wei Wuxian reached up to affectionately ruffle their hair. "Don't worry, A-Yuan, JingYi. We will definitely return. The two of you will be the future Twin Jades of Lan, so please remember to uphold what you have been taught, and most importantly, trust your instincts."

"We won't forget."

Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian to his feet.

"Bring us back souvenirs from your travel, alright?" Lan JingYi grinned, and then laughed at Lan Wangji's "No promises."

As Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian turned to go, with Little Apple in tow, a presence caused them to stop, and turned around again.

"Zewu-Jun."

Lan Xichen had came to see them off. He was still smiling, but exhaustion tugged at the corners of his lips and grief still cast deep shadows in his eyes.

"Wangji. Young Master Wei."

"Brother."

"Zewu-Jun."

"Have a safe journey," Lan Xichen said. "Do send word of your adventures from time to time, if you are able to. We will be waiting."

Wei Wuxian nodded, but Lan Wangji looked troubled. "Brother..."

Lan Xichen gripped Lan Wangji's shoulder gently. "Worry not about me, Wangji. It will take time, but I will be fine. Wuxian."

Wuxian?

Eyes wide, Wei Wuxian looked at the first Jade of Lan.

Lan Xichen offered him a warm, genuine smile. "Welcome to the family."

[Time Skip] "Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"Do you want to sit on Little Apple? You must be tired of walking."

"I am fine, Wei Ying."

"Alright, then, if you say so. By the way, where are we going?"

"Lotus Pier. You need to say your farewells too."

"Lan Zhan!"

"Worry not, Wei Ying. I will not leave your side."

[At the Lotus Pier] 

"So?" Jiang Cheng sipped his tea, Jin Ling tensed beside him, "What brings the esteemed HanGuang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch to my humble abode?"

Wei Wuxian didn't touch his tea. He always dreaded confrontation with Jiang Cheng. Nearly all confrontations with him did not end well.

Lan Wangji placed a comforting hand on his lap, grounding Wei Wuxian with his presence.

"We will be... going for a journey so... I would like to say my goodbyes," Wei Wuxian fidgeted.

Steeling himself, he stared right at Jiang Cheng. "Jiang Cheng, I know you... don't like me very much, and that you don't want to see me again, so, if that's what you want..."

Jiang Cheng slammed down his cup, Jin Ling startled, and Lan Wangji's eyes flashed.

"Did I ever say that?" Jiang Cheng snapped. "How the fuck do you know what I want, when you didn't even ask me what I want?!"

Helplessly Wei Wuxian asked, "Then, what do you want, Jiang Cheng?"

"I want you to..."

Hesitantly Wei Wuxian prodded, "Jiang Cheng?"

"Be my brother again!" Jiang Cheng roared, tears dripping down his cheeks in steady rivulets. "I don't care about the Twin Heroes of Yunmeng, but I want my brother back!"

Shaking, Jiang Cheng clenched his fists. "You are an uncle to Jin Ling. He has just lost an uncle... Don't make him lose another by leaving and not coming back!"

Jin Ling let out a gasp. "Uncle?"

"Jiang Cheng..."

Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian. "Before you go, I want you to visit Father, Mother and Shijie. That is also why you are here, right?"

"Yes, but!"

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes. "Go."

Lan Wangji tugged Wei Wuxian to his feet and off they went to the ancestral hall.

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"Uncle Jiang, Madam Yu, Shijie, I am here again with my husband Lan Zhan to disrupt your peace. Please forgive our intrusion."

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath. "Once again, I seek your blessing, this time to watch over us as we set off on a journey far and wide to see the world together."

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes. "I just want you to know that I have always considered the Jiang family as my own family, and Lotus Pier has always been my home, if Jiang Cheng allow me to come back."

"Uncle Jiang, thank you for finding me in Yiling when my parents had passed, and for taking me into your family. I would not have been able to survive, or be who I am now if not for your kindness and generosity."

"Madam Yu, I know you have never liked me, but I am grateful to you just the same. I will always treasure your guidance and discipline in teaching me about the cultivational world and training me into the ways of the YunmengJiang Sect, even though you disliked me. I am sorry, Madam Yu, because I know when Uncle Jiang brought me in, the strife between you and Uncle Jiang had only gotten worse. Believe me when I say that it is never my intention to disturb the harmony in your family."

"Shijie..." Wei Ying was smiling now, despite the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you for your love, kindness and warmth that you had bestowed me. And of course, your delicious pork ribs lotus soup which I can never replicate. I miss your hugs, smiles and laughter all the time, but I am sure Jiang Cheng misses you more. And despite everything, I repaid your kindness through pain. It's my fault that Jin Ling lost his father, that you lost your husband, and it is also my fault that Jin Ling lost the both of you, and it is my fault that Jiang Cheng lost you. That, is something that I can never forgive myself. I am sorry, Shijie."

"Wei Wuxian."

Startled, Wei Wuxian hastily wiped his face and rose to his feet. He faced Jiang Cheng with a smile, tremulous as it was.

Jiang Cheng leaned against the door, arms crossed, a haunted look on his features. "From now on, Lotus Pier... Opens its doors for you."

"Jiang Cheng..."

Jiang Cheng raised his chin, his voice firm. "This is afterall, still your home."

What Jiang Cheng said next, his voice was a near whisper, "Furthermore... It is not your fault."

Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back anymore. He threw himself at Jiang Cheng and hugged him, crying onto his shoulder. Wei Wuxian could feel Jiang Cheng tightening his grip, and soon, he felt his shoulders wet with Jiang Cheng's tears.

After awhile, they parted, sniffling. For a moment they stared at each other's crying faces, then suddenly, they burst into laughter.

"You look gross," Jiang Cheng commented, pushing Wei Wuxian away. "Go with your husband. Lotus Pier awaits your return, Wei Wuxian."

Lan Wangji slid an arm around Wei Wuxian's waist as he waved at Jiang Cheng, "Make sure you are married by the time we return, Jiang Cheng! I look forward to see you with a wife... A husband would do too!"

"You! No one else is a cutsleeve like you!"

Wei Wuxian stuck out a tongue at Jiang Cheng. "I am a cutsleeve only for Lan Zhan!"

"Wei Ying." Lan Wangji gently steered Wei Wuxian towards the exit before the banter could worsen.

They were about to reach the gate when they heard Jin Ling's voice shouting.

"... Wei! Wei Wuxian!"

They turned around and saw Jin Ling running towards them.

Most specifically, towards Wei Wuxian.

"Jin Ling?"

The young man shifted on his feet. "I just want to tell you that you are welcome to visit me anytime at the Koi Tower, together with HanGuang-Jun. So if you are nearby, please come in for a visit!"

Grinning, Wei Wuxian dipped his head in a slight bow. "I am honored, Sect Leader Jin."

There was a complicated expression on Jin Ling's face, so Wei Wuxian could not help but draw him into a brief hug, then patting his head before pulling away.

Stunned at the abrupt display of affection, Jin Ling froze.

"Listen to your uncle, alright, Jin Ling?" Wei Wuxian smiled softly. "He means well."

"You are my uncle, too." Jin Ling mumbled, staring at the ground.

Wei Wuxian blinked, as though he had not heard correctly. "What was that?"

Jin Ling flushed. "Nothing!"

"Jin Rulan..." Wei Wuxian warned.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not? I gave you that name. I will call you that unless you call me Uncle Wei. That was what you were calling me earlier, right, Jin Rulan?"

Jin Ling flushed. He wanted to lie, but the look on HanGuang-Jun's face stopped him.

"Alright, fine!" Jin Ling huffed. "Stay safe on your travels, HanGuang-Jun, Uncle Wei."

They left Lotus Pier with lightness in their steps and in their hearts. 

Afterall, not all farewells are meant to be sad, meant that separation would be forever. Sometimes, there is hello in goodbyes, and reconciliation and closure in farewells.

#wangxianweek2019 #wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #lan qiren #lan xichen #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jin ling #jiang cheng #fanfic #not beta'd #not beta read #estelwenadiafics

[lanzhanhoe]

Wangxian week

Day 1: Firsts/Longing

He was used to it.

When they were young, Lan Wangji was constantly irritated by his mere presence, always calling him shameless and hating his teasing and undisciplined self. Always denying to be close to him, wanting Wei Wuxian far away from him.

"We're not close." Lan Wangji said, refusing to even look at him.

He always laughed, trying to convince himself that Lan Wangji wasn't serious, ignoring the slight pain his heart felt with those words.

But as time passed, Wei Wuxian forgot how it felt to be rejected by Lan Wangji. His husband now always pays attention to him, lets him tease, does and gives everything Wei Wuxian wants. He loves and accepts him completely, spoils his husband to no end.

Lan Wangji openly loves and gives himself to Wei Wuxian.

So it hurts.

They had their first fight. The couple were night hunting, and Wei Wuxian was in the process of forming a new core, so he promised to be careful. But they encountered an unexpectedly strong corpse, full of resentful energy, surrounded by a few weak corpses.

Lan Wangji fought with BiChen, defeating the corpses with grace, and Wei Wuxian was in the back, playing his Chenqing, trying to appease the strong corpse. It was strong, but nothing Wei Wuxian couldn't control.

But then he saw Lan Wangji fighting, mesmerized with the beauty of his husband's body, his technique with the sword, felt so lucky to have him there, to fight by his side. Wei Wuxian lost his focus.

And the strong corpse was once again fully controlled by their resentful energy.

When Wei Wuxian noticed this, the corpse was just a few meters away from him, so he decided to fight it with his sword. Since he was forming a new core, Wei Wuxian was now training with SuiBian, which Jiang Cheng has given to him because he refused to even use it, it was Wei Wuxian's after all.

Wei Wuxian was a talented man, so he effortlessly dominated his sword in this new body, but he lacked spiritual energy, so his attacks were weak. The corpse received his attacks without much harm, and Wei Wuxian easily avoided the corpse's attacks.

But as time passed, Wei Wuxian could feel he was starting to get tired. And corpses do not get tired, so he was at disadvantage.

'This body is so weak! In my original body I could've easily defeated this corpse in a minute...' he thought, sighing.

His husband had just defeated the last weak corpse when he saw the trouble Wei Wuxian was in. Wei Wuxian was tired and cornered by the corpse, walking backwards. Lan Wangji was in no time by his side, and with his strong spiritual power, defeated the bothersome corpse with Chenqing's melody in the back to help.

Surrounded with fallen corpses, Lan Wangji walked towards Wei Wuxian, making sure there was no harm in his body.

"Lan Zhan, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine! Just a little tired, but nothing wrong happened to me." Wei Wuxian tried to reassure his husband.

"Told you to be careful, you promised." Lan Wangji replied, slightly frowning.

"Yes, I know! And im sorry, Lan Zhan, really. But nothing happened, you were there to save me, thank you, Lan Zhan!"

"You could've been hurt."

"But I'm not, I'm fine!"

"If I wasn't here..."

"But you are here! And if you weren't, I would've found a way to defeat it, I'm not weak, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian started to feel a little annoyed.

"But you are still forming a new core, Wei Ying. You have to be careful."

"I was being careful, and it's not as if I constantly need to be saved, I can take care of myself perfectly well."

"Doesn't look like it."

"What do you mean with that? I have been alone and perfectly fine for almost half of my first life time. I don't need you to protect me."

"I'm your husband, and I will protect you."

"But I'm not a weak princess in distress! I'm a grown strong man, and you should trust my abilities, just as I trust yours."

"Wei Ying, try to understand, you need to be careful."

"And I was being careful! Stop implying that I purposefully put myself in front of the corpse to get killed!"

"I did not say that."

"But it feels like it, and I don't really want to talk to you right now, so lets go back." Wei Wuxian said, walking to GusuLan and leaving Lan Wangji behind.

Since then, it has been two days. Two days of hurt and longing. Two days since their first fight as husbands.

He knew it was stupid, that he just felt hurt and weak because of Lan Wangji's protectiveness. And he knows his husband was just worried, doesn't want to lose Wei Wuxian again.

It frustrated him to no end how weak and useless he was in this new body, sometimes he wished to have just one more time his original body, to be able to fight by Lan Wangji’s side as an equal, to not need his husband’s constant protection. He knew he shouldn’t have let his frustration blind him.

But when Lan Wangji didn't sleep by his side after their argument, he knew his husband didn't want to see him. His heart broke a little, or it just felt like it, and if Lan Wangji didn't want to see him, he wouldn't bother him with his annoying presence.

Wei Wuxian hoped Lan Wangji would forgive him someday.

In those two days, he had been literally lifeless. He just didn't feel like talking, smiling or even walking. Wei Wuxian was depressed, he missed Lan Wangji’s attention, his love and touches, Lan Wangji was something Wei Wuxian needed, as the air to breath.

The juniors noticed the change in Wei Wuxian's behavior, at first they let it pass, but now there were just two whole days of lifeless Wei Wuxian and it was a really worrisome matter.

So Lan Shizui was sent to talk to Wei Wuxian, by no other than Lan Jingyi.

"It's just soooo weird to see him like that. Lan Shizui, you must do something!" he shouted to his friend. Lan Shizui smiled at his friends un-Lan self.

So he hesitantly went to the jingshi, knowing that just him an Lan Jingyi were permitted to go there after Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian's marriage.

"Um, Senior Wei, I have noticed you have been quite depressed, so, if there's something I could do, wouldn't you mind to tell me what has happened?" He asked.

Wei Wuxian looked as if he didn’t slept in a whole week. His usual ponytail was now gone, replaced by a messy hair, he was pale and just sad, really sad.

“A-Yuan... How is Lan Wangji doing?” Wei Wuxian asked, his voice was weak.

The question took him by surprise, but Lan Shizui decided to answer anyway. “Hanguang-Jun is fine, but I have noticed that he has been a little off lately, quiet and tired... oh" now Lan Shizui realized. "Senior Wei, has something happened between you Hanguang-Jun?” Lan Shizui asked, concerned.

Something inside Wei Wuxian just broke “I miss him so much, A-Yuan, I was so stupid and unconsiderated. I hurted Lan Zhan’s feelings! I just hate the weakness of this body, and got angry at Lan Zhan just because he protected me. I’m the worst husband in the world! Lan Zhan deserves better, he will never forgive me.“ Wei Wuxian whined, relieved to be finally able to say what he feels.

“I’m don’t really understand what happend, but, Senior Wei, I’m sure that, whatever you have done, Hanguang-Jun will always forgive you. He loves you a lot, and this is clearly just acase of miscommunication. So, Senior Wei, I recommend you to simply talk to him, tell him what it bothered you and listen to him too. I know you two can go through this.“ Lan Shizui said, smiling to Wei Wuxian.

“Ahahahah A-Yuan! I really raised you well, didn’t I? You became such a wise little man, I’m so proud of you!“ Wei Wuxian exclamated, hugging Lan Shizui.

Lan Shizui sighed, happy to see the usual energized Wei Wuxian. 

“Now, I’ll go talk to my lovely husband! Thank you, A-Yuan!” Wei Wuxian shouted, running out of the jingshi, looking for Lan Wangji. He found him in the garden, surrounded by little bunnies. Wei Wuxian missed him so much, this two days were torture.

“Lan Zhan...” he whispered, behind a tree, stupidly afraid to confront him.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji said, looking at the tree. Wei Wuxian has been found.

He slowly walked away from the tree, and looked at his husband's eyes, and couldn't resist the impulse to just go to him.

So, breathing in, Wei Wuxian walked, no, ran towards his husband, and threw himself towards his arms, knew he would catch him.

'He always catches me, I trust him'

And he did. Lan Wangji was surprised, but held him against his body. Wei Wuxian put his arms around his neck and smelled his oh, so familiar sandalwood sent. He missed him so much.

Lan Wangji was surprised, but he still hugged him just as tightly. He missed the warmth of his body, and loved the little kisses his husband gave to him in his neck.

Then Wei Wuxian looked at him. "Lan Zhan! I'm so sorry, I... I just felt so useless and got angry at you for protecting me. It frustrated me to be so weak all the time and it's not your fault. I know you just worry about me because tou love me, and I missed you so much, please don leave me again."

"Wei Ying, you are strong, the strongest, i never thought you were weak. And I missed you too, so much, I will never leave you."

It meant so much to him that Lan Wangji saw him as someone powerful, as his equal, not as someone to protect and leave at the back. His husband trusted him and he was so grateful for that.

"But then... why didn't you sleep with with me at the Jingshi?" he asked, still hurt.

"Because you told me you didn't want to talk to me."

"Oh Lan Zhan, you need to know that I'll always want to sleep with you, no matter what. Don't do that to me again, even if we fight, sleep with me. I love you, even if I'm mad."

"Mn, love you too, Wei Ying."

They hugged each other in the grass, Wei Wuxian in Lan Wangji's lap. Both of them were in their own world, only both of them existed. They were in a comfortably silence, not caring if someone sees them.

"I do trust you." Lan Wangji suddenly said.

"Mmm..., what?" he said, a little sleepy because of his lack of rest. Being in his husband's lap was the best.

"You said I didn't trust your power, and I do."

"Oh, Lan Zhan, I love you so so much! You're going to make my heart explode saying those things to me! Oh, Hanguang-Jun, have some mercy, please!" He smiled to him.

They felt complete, after those two long days, it was a relief to have the other close again. So Wei Wuxian did what was needed to be done. He kissed his husband.

After all those days, kissing the other was the best thing. They needed the other's touch, presence. It made them feel like everything was alright again. Their tongues met eachother, and their bodies tried to get closer.

The kiss started to get heated, all the time without touching the other was torture. Lan Wangji's hands went down Wei Wuxian's hips, and gripped his butt. His husband half laughed half moaned against his lips, gripping the soft long hair of his lover.

"Hmm, Lan Zhan~ we are in the middle of the garden, surrounded by bunnies, so shameless, Hanguang-Jun." he teasingly said, biting his lips.

"Don't care, need you now." He gripped his butt tighter, making Wei Wuxian moan a little loud.

"L-Lan Zhan, hmmm..." Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, trying to focus, almost impossible with those kisses in his neck. "I-if you carry me to the Jingshi, you can do anything you want to me, I promise." Wei Wuxian smirks, undulating his hips against his husband's crotch, making Lan Wangji groan against his neck.

In a incredible speed, Lan Wangji carried him towards the Jingshi, and Wei Wuxian laughed at his husband's eagerness. "Mark your words." He said, looking at him with desire.

And Wei Wuxian knew he would regret his words later. That look just in his beautiful golden eyes meant his husband wouldn't have mercy with him at all.

It exited him as much as it scared him.

And all that could be heard in the Lan sect were "Lan Zhan, please~ have some mercy" and "P-please, Lan Er-gege, gi-give me a minute." and "Ah~ Lan Zhan, please." and a "Mark your words."

"I love you, Lan Zhan."

"Mn, love you too, Wei Ying."

And all was well.

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So... i did this for the @wangxianweek

I know I'm late, im sorry ㅜㅜ, i accidentally deleted this and had to do it again :( hope you like it!

This is not edited so im sorry for any mistake ^♡^

#wangxianweek2019 #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan shizui #lan jingyi

[thecrazyanimegirl]

Hello~ Can you please write LWJ thinking for some reason that WWX cheated on him and getting angry?? This question was based on your last post btw, lol.

First I’m going to apologize because Itried writing this seriously, but I had no ideas and we already did anothersimilar ask and it was hard… so I kind of made this into a comedy-ish (not really) thing? I’m sorry, I really did try!   .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. And also sorry for taking so long!

It’s set in modern world.

Lan Wangji was having a nice day. He wasstudying for his exams and thinking about his boyfriend when he overheard fewstudents talking.

“Lan Wangji is so cold and stiff, no wonderWei Wuxian is cheating on him.”

“I can’t believe he would date him in thefirst place!”

“Well, he is hot.”

“True, but with whom is he cheating?”

“Wen Ning, I saw them yesterday. Wei Wuxianwas hugging him when he exited Wen Ning’s apartment.”

Suddenly the whole library went cold.Students who were talking noticed Lan Wangji heard them and ran away in panic.Lan Wangji shut his book and exited the library.

He trusts his boyfriend, but he can’t staycalm after hearing others talk like that.

Does Wei Ying really not like him? Would hecheat?

He was so agitated that he didn’t noticethe frightened looks other people gave him when he passed them.

“Wei Ying”, he entered Wei Wuxian’sapartment with the key Wei Ying gave him.

There was no one inside.

“Dad!” little Lan Sizhui came from behindhim and hugged his leg.

“A-Yuan, we talked about this. My brother istoo young to be called dad”, Lan Xichen walked towards them with a soft smile.

“Brother?” Lan Wangji was confused with hisbrother’s appearance here.

“Lan Zhan, what are you doing here? Aren’tyou supposed to be in the library?” there was obvious anxiety on Lan Xichen’sface.

“Where is Wei Ying?” he looked at LanSizhui. Wei Wuxian was supposed to take him to the park today so why is LanXichen bringing him here and not Wei Ying?

“He’s busy so he asked me to take A-Yuanto the park.”

“Mum said he needs to see uncle Ning”, LanSizhui muttered while snuggling Lan Wangji’s leg.

“A-Yuan”, Lan Xichen sighed.

Lan Wangji didn’t say anything. He juststormed out of the building and went to Wen Ning’s place.

Lan Xichen could only sigh again.

Lan Wangji knocked on the door fiercely.His heart was beating frantically. If Wei Ying was really cheating, he didn’tknow what he would do. Only thing he knows is that he can’t lose him. The darkpart of his mind was entertaining the possibility that he could lock Wei Yingaway from everyone and be with him forever.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian was one that openedthe door.

Lan Wangji looked at his boyfriend. Hishair, tied in a loose tail, was all messed up and his clothes were allwrinkled.

He froze. Lan Wangji could feel his heartstop for a moment.

“Wei Ying”, he muttered.

“What’s wrong, Lan Zhan? You look pale”, WeiWuxian took a step closer and was surprised when Lan Wangji took a step back. “LanZhan?”

There was an awkward silence.

“Wei Ying, are you…” he couldn’t finish hisquestion.

“Am I what? You should come in, Lan Zhan.”

He is asking him in? Does he want to showhim how he likes Wen Ning now?

Lan Wangji acted on the impulse and grabbedWei Ying’s wrist. He was about to start dragging him towards their apartmentwhen Wen Ning interrupted them.

“Young master Wei”, he called steppinginside the corridor.

He was holding a little puppy inside hisarms.

All of Lan Wangji’s anger suddenly turnedinto a confusion.

“No, Wen Ning! Why are you bringing thatmonster with you? Keep it away!” Wei Wuxian hid himself behind Lan Wangji,gripping the other’s arm tightly.

“But you asked me to…” Wen Ning was stuttering.

“What is going on?” Lan Wangji finallyasked.

“I’m helping young master Wei with his fearof dogs”, Wen Ning clarified lifting the little puppy up as to show it. “But heonly runs away and jumps on my furniture. Once he climbed all the way to thetop shelf.”

“…” Lan Wangji was still confused, but thatexplains why Wei Ying was looking so messy. He could imagine Wei Ying fanaticallyrunning all around the house. It was hard not to chuckle, but he is good atkeeping his composure.

“You see, Lan Zhan, Jin Ling was really meanto me the other day. He is just a little child, but he is already so mean likehis father. He said he loves Fairy more than me and he will not see me until Iaccept Fairy. I need to get over my fear or I will never see my nephew again!”Wei Ying was hugging his boyfriend seeking comfort.

Lan Wangji felt rejuvenated. Wei Ying stillloves him.

“I’ll help”, Lan Wangji comforted him and affectionatelypatted his head.

“Really? But you’ve been so busy these days.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I love you, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying threwhimself deeper in Lan Wangji’s embrace.

“Me too”, Lan Wangji embraced him tighterand smiled slightly.

Wen Ning was left to gape like a fish andwait for them to be over with it.

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