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#this cuts out the middle man and Sizhui isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with life if their pranks are suddenly smart
featherfur · 3 years
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Lan Jingyi gets one (1) hug from Jiang Cheng when he gets slammed into the ground during a hunt, Jiang Cheng is so relieved that he didn’t kill one of Jin Ling’s only friends that he immediately just grabs him and hugs him as tightly as he would Jin Ling.
Lan Jingyi is stunned, blown away, absolutely astounded and he gets why the Jiang Disciples are in love with Sandu Shengshou now. He’s never been hugged so tightly and enveloped completely and he has to assume that’s what being hugged by a bear feels like (WWX snickers that’s NMJ’s hug would probably kill him) he doesn’t want to leave, he’s half ready to go almost die again.
He’s already holding out his arms and in his best I’m-Jin-Ling’s-Friend-Therefore-I-am- Nephew-Voice asking “Hug Jiujiu?”
Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling are holding him back, Sizhui’s insisting that Hanguang-Jun will be there to save him soon, Jin Ling’s saying to stop trying to hog his uncle. Zizhen is standing beside Jiang Cheng and offering him a pastry and cementing himself as Jiang Cheng’s favorite. (Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what’s going on, he’s just turned off his ears, as long as they’re not dying he doesn’t care)
Jingyi is almost uncontrollable when Hanguang-Jin arrives. Until Lan Wangji lays a hand on his shoulder and murmurs “Good job”
Jingyi calms instantly, eyes shining up at Lan Wangji. Lan Sizhui sighs a breath of relief, Jin Ling screeches because “HOW DARE YOU TURN ON MY UNCLE SO EASILY?!?” Zizhen offers Jiang Cheng another cake. Wei Wuxian is on the ground laughing, he is the only one who understands.
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tangledinmdzs · 3 years
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night hunt shenanigans, junior quartet hcs
i’ve always had this funny imagining that if i ever were a cultivator of sorts i’d like to have my musical cultivation weapon be the pipa (please look up this beautiful instrument you don’t already know what it is!)
so you’re a badass cultivator with a pipa  i live vicariously through you
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.  .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
.・:*:・゚’✫,’✫’゚・:*:・˙
Lan Sizhui
it happened before you knew it
and really you would have never done what you just did if you didn’t have to
but the fierce corpse had lunged at you mid strum and you had moved your pipa over your head to block its slash
the horrible sound that it’s arm made on your strings was physically painful 
you spin to get your foothold, getting your instrument sturdy in your arms again before delivering your final blow
your blue opal light shoots out beautifully, knocking the last few fierce corpses 
and then, 
you fall to your knees 
the fierce corpses are taken care of
when Sizhui looks up and see you, his heart stutters in his chest at the thought of you hurt
he quickly runs over to you, and going to his knees when he’s close enough
he’s even more fearful when he sees a tear roll down your cheek
“let me check; where are you hurt?” Sizhui coaxes you, worried that there might have been a curse or anything worse
you shake your head and Sizhui’s head runs wild with any ideas of the injuries that you could have gotten
the rest of your friends run over and Zizhen kneels besides you, laying a hand on your shoulder
“if you’re hurt like this, we can’t stay here. let’s go-”
“it’s not me,” you finally say, and lift your hunched form from the top of your instrument
one of your pipa strings is broken, lying limply in your hand
Sizhui’s glad that you’re not hurt, but with the look on your face, anyone would have thought that you’d been stabbed
Sizhui takes a deep breath, feeling the relief spreading through him as you talk
“look what happened to my baby” you hiccup out, and touch your instrument, hand gently running over the light nick that the fierce corpse had made on the body of the pipa
Sizhui sighs at you
anyone with a musical cultivation weapon knew that pain
“it’s alright, y/n, Jin Ling can buy you new strings, right?” Jingyi says as the volunteered sect leader splutters
but then Sizhui watches you look up at Jin Ling with your puppy eyes and he knows its over
so when a small teary eyed smile graces your face, Sizhui feels slightly better
.・:*:・゚’✫,’✫’゚・:*:・˙
Lan Jingyi
the sound of the pipa had always sounded beautiful, but under your hand it sounds hauntingly so
tonight, there is a light breeze that blows your hair in just the right direction, all the time 
it’s unfair really, normally everyone would look like a mess when they were fighting
but you were never really normal in any way
from your beauty to your skilll
and also you all were in the middle of a god damn heist
“Jingyi!”
he doesn’t even realize the situation that he’s in until the air is quiet without your playing
the blade of a knife presses coolly against the column of his throat
Jingyi’s never felt scared before, but when he looks at you...
you’re standing on the roof of the abandoned house overlooking the courtyard that you both are in, wind blowing your hair as your hold your musical weapon
you’re standing against the moonlight, so the shadows cover the expression on your face
“don’t do anything rash” Sizhui’s voice picks up and Jingyi’s eyes fall to his best friend, sword hilt pointed at the rogue that holds Jingyi hostage
“drop the weapons” Jingyi hears the deep voice from behind him and the blade presses a bit closer than before
JIngyi doesn’t even dare to swallow
Sizhui keeps his eye leveled with the man
and that was the rogue’s first mistake
he’s too busy making sure that Sizhui’s dropped the weapon that he’s forgotten about you
and in the spilt second that Sizhui has lowered his sword, you pluck out a deafening high pitched note
the mechanics of your instrument allow you to shoot out a precise dart from the pipa and the rogue doesn’t even have a moment to react
Jingyi’s eyes widen at the whiz that passes by his ear, with how closely the dart landed to his own neck
the rogue falls unconscious to the floor just as you are flying down from the roof
Sizhui is the first to get to Jingyi checking on him and how he is
but Jingyi’s eyes are stuck on you
at the graceful way that you land
how even when you run, your free flowing hair is so naturally buoyant and unaffected by the havoc of fights
and when you reach him he sees your mouth moving
but he doesn’t really hear a single thing
and well, it doesn’t matter
he wouldn’t mind having you save him again.
.・:*:・゚’✫,’✫’゚・:*:・˙
Jin Ling
the demon lunges at him and Jin Ling flies back
his landing isn’t as smooth as he had planned and he nearly loses his balance
but there’s barely time to right himself again when the demon lunges once more, so close to grabbing him and inflecting its curse
Jin Ling had always known that night hunts were dangerous
but he’s really just realizing that now
perhaps this will be the night hunt that will kill him
his uncle will not be pleased
side tracked by the thought of his family, Jin Ling dodges half a second late and takes a deep scratch on his arm
Jin Ling spins with the force of it, landing on his knees 
when he checks himself he sees red; it’s doesn’t look deep, but he’s bleeding enough
perhaps, maybe this is how he dies
his arm stings and Jin Ling can’t find his sword and the demon hovers right there and then-
it screams in front of him
Jin Ling moves back, noticing the opal light that breaks through its shell and subdue it before it drops to the floor like a dead puppet
when Jin Ling looks up, he find himself letting out a sigh of relief
you stand tall, your beautiful pipa in hand as you stare at him with a deadpan look on your face
“who gave you the stupid idea of going on a night hunt by yourself?!” you scream at him in greeting
Jin Ling splutters at you and moves to shield himself when you make a threat of hitting him with some notes on your instrument
but then you hear a wince when he moves his arm 
and in the moonlight the red that’s dripping down his arm from his shoulder is clear as ever
“you idiot” you mumble before making your pipa disappear and walking closer to Jin Ling
he still has his injured arm covering his face, scared of you
you sigh at him and take his arm when you’re kneeled in front of him
Jin Ling jolts a little bit at the contact, only opening his eyes when he feels something gently dabbing his wound and wrapping around it
“i’m going to tell your Uncle to break your legs later” you announce, pausing mid-bandaging to lock with his eyes
Jin Ling had thought you had simply been mad at him, but the look in your eyes is tinged with a deep worry that he hadn’t realized he caused
when you look away to focus on his arm, he continues to look at you
he vows to himself then, never to make you worry like that again
.・:*:・゚’✫,’✫’゚・:*:・˙
Ouyang Zizhen
you scan the fight scene from above, perched on a higher on the mountain
your pipa sits in your lap, as you wait for the signal
the plan was for Zizhen to lure the fierce corpses into one place
the rest of your group would trap them
then you would deliver your final blow on the pipa, which would subdue the corpses
everything had been going dandy
until right at the end
because Zizhen was supposed to have been farther away when Jin Ling gave you the signal
but he wasn’t
which is why you hadn’t realized that your 10 Hand Strum Technique would have blown both the fierce corpses and your dear friend back
you only realize when you catch the color of his robes flying in the air
and yea the fierce corpses wouldn’t be an issue anymore
but you’d hurt Zizhen 
“shit” you curse and fly down from you post, running along with the rest of your friends to Zizhen’s sprawled form 
when you get to Zizhen you quickly drop to his almost unconscious form, turning him over
he’s pretty roughed up from your cultivation technique and you feel so terrible
“why didn’t you wait until Zizhen was further away!” Jingyi shouts at Jin Ling, because it was his fault
and the Jin Sect Leader barely is able to stutter to his own defense when the Lan jumps with his own comments
and the fight is already brewing between the two, 
but then as your eyes are raking over Zizhen’s form you feel the smallest grab of your hand
“Zizhen” you breath out, noticing him coming to
quickly, you help him sit up as he opens his eyes
“that’s one hell of a technique you have, y/n” Zizhen comments, breathing deeply as he blinks back the focus to his surroundings
you manage a pained smile, relieved that he’s conscious but still guilty that you had hurt him like this
and even though he’s barely awake Zizhen still notices your face
so he turns to you and pats your hand
“sokay, i’m fine-”
but his own reassurance is cut short when he leaves away from you to cough up a mouthful of blood
you cringe at bit as the rest of the boys gasp, patting his back as he continues to spit out dark red blood
“he’lll be okay once he gets the bad blood out,” you say, somewhat to the group as you pat Zizhen’s back gently
the boys are a bit open-mouthed at your nonchalance 
as you’re too busy tending to Zizhen to notice the whispers of your other friends from behind you
“remind me, never to get on y/n’s bad side”
“noted.”
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