#i love jingyis bleached hair!!

[whumpbby]

I fell in love the idea that the Jin clan bleached their hair, because, well, more gold - and my brain ran with it.

Say, the Sect Leader and his spouses/heirs of the Jin bleach their hair until it's as close to gold as possible, and they are recognised by that.

Jin Ling never did it, because he was a child and then he was mostly raised by JC, and people in Yunmeng didn't know the secret to a proper bleach;) Also, JC had no time for such novouriche bullshit and wouldn't embarrass his nephew lile that!

But then, when A-Ling is finally sworn as a Sect Leader, and he is expected to uphold the tradition.

Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui sets out to travel with Wen Ning and stays away from the Cultivation world for a couple years, as they bond and WN teaches A-Yuan all he knows.

When the boy finally returns to Gusu he's a couple years older and it's just in time for the swearing ceremony of the new Jin Sect Leader. Sizhui is a part of the delegation with Jingyi, he wants to see his friend as till now they only wrote sparse letters to each other. Sizhui always liked the lonely, prickly boy, and wants to support him with his friendship.

He expected to see the scowly kid he remembered from the past - but this isn't what he gets.

Jin Rulan is eighteen now, after a recent growth spurt he got taller and wider, and his long hair took well to the bleaching and ended up the sort of a honeyed auburn that shines in the sun, soft and flowing, and his layered robes are so elegant and...

Sizhui is struck: Oh...

Jingyi, confused: Huh?

LSZ: He looks like a fairy...

LGY: Little Mistress looks like his dog????

LSZ: *withered stare*

Thus it became clear that Wen Yuan was, indeed, raised a Lan, because he fell fast and he fell hard for the least appropriate person in the whole Jianghu - and, as such, was bound to piss off Sandu Sengshou.

Great.

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

Hi.....Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? Thanks....

Hiya! Oh man, all the media I love? This'll be long. Can I ask why?

(these are most of them. some of these don't go all the way up to ten characters, but I tried!)

Bungo Stray Dogs: Kunikida, Tachihara, Tanizaki, Higuchi, Kajii, Oda, Twain, Gin, Mori, Fukuzawa

Mars Red: Takeuchi, Maeda, Defrott, Yamagami, Aoi, Kurusu, Suwa

Mo Dao Zu Shi: Wei Wuxian, Xue Yang, Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, Wen Qing, Nie Huaisang, Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui, Jin Ling

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi, Mahito, Yuuta, Mai, Junpei, Yuuji, Nobara, Kamo, Utahime, Toji

Naruto: Shikamaru, Hidan, Sakura, Neji, Kakashi, Anko, Kiba, Genma, Minato, Haku

Genshin Impact: Childe, Kaeya, Jean, Beidou, Xiao, Xinyan, Venti, Bennett, Diluc (I regret this sometimes), Yoimiya

Punishing Gray Raven: Chrome, Kamui, Camu, Banji, Bianca, Watanabe, Pu Lao, Noctis, Vera, Asimov

Hakata Tonkatsu Ramens: Lin Xianming, Banba, Enokida, Saruwatari, Misaki, Jirou, Martinez, Saito, Sayuri, Yamato

Full Metal Alchemist: Edward, Alphonse, Hawkeye, Havoc, Mustang, Lust, Envy, Greed, Ling, Winry

Dr. Stone: Senku, Asagiri, Suika, Homura, Chrome, Ukyo, Kinro, Ginro, Nikki, Lillian

Bleach: Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Byakuya, Chad, Yoruichi, Soi Fon, Kenpachi, Tatsuki, Urahara

Princess Tutu: Duck, Fakir, Rue, Mythos

Snow White with the Red Hair: Obi, Shirayuki, Zen, Izana

Percy Jackson: Percy, Leo, Hazel, Nico, Frank, Will

Promare: Lio, Galo, Aina, Lucia, Gueira, Meis, Remi

The Seven Deadly Sins: Ban, Meliodas, Diane, King, Merlin, Arthur, Howzer, Gilthunder, Elizabeth, Elaine

[useless-slytherclaw]

Part 5/6

Sizhui and Jingyi fly side by side on their swords.  They had sighted a Gusu Lan signal flare while night hunting, and they’d immediately gotten on their swords.  As they fly, he can’t help but think back to the first time they’d had to use signal flares back at Mo Manor.  A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold hair flowing around him goes down his spine.  

“What’s wrong?” Jingyi calls over the sound of the wind.

“Just remembering Mo Manor,” Sizhui calls back.  Jingyi nods with a small frown.

“It can’t be that bad,” he says.  Sizhui silently agrees. “It’s not as if the Yiling Patriarch can come back twice.”

Sizhui laughs, but the wind steals the sound away.  As they continue to race forward as fast as their swords will carry them, he feels lighter.  Jingyi always has a way of doing that.

They approach the location of the signal flare, and a remote village comes into view.  They exchange glances.  What are Lan junior cultivators doing out here?

In order to assess the situation, they bring their swords to a halt over the village. It isn’t good.  There is a small band of juniors pressed together and surrounded by an entire crowd of corpses.  He hasn’t seen this many corpses in one place since the second siege on the Burial Mounds.

“This isn’t good,” Jingyi says, and Sizhui just nods in silent agreement.  Even if it looked like it was going to be incredibly dangerous, the two of them must assist the juniors. 

Sizhui glances at Jingyi, who looks beautiful standing gracefully on his sword and gilded in moonlight.  Sizhui shakes the thought from his head.  Now is not the time.

“You should attack from the roof,” Jingyi says.  “Use your guqin.  Your song of Vanquishing should be very effective against such a crowd.”

“Right,” Sizhui agrees.  Then he frowns.  “You’re planning on diving in there head first, aren’t you?”

Jingyi grins at him.

“I’m best fighting with my sword, and you know it.”

Sizhui frowns because it’s true.  Jingyi’s swordsmanship is truly impressive.  While it makes the most sense for him to drop down and fight, the idea of Jingyi down there alone is like ice down Sizhui’s spine.  

“Jingyi-” Sizhui starts.

Jingyi waves him off.  “I’ll be careful,” he promises as he angles his sword down and towards the back of the crowd of corpses.  He’s clearly planning to try and draw the corpses’ attention and to split their group.  Sizhui frowns even as he aims his sword for the closest rooftop.  He wants to fly down with Jingyi and fight by his side.  But he knows that Jingyi is right.  The best strategy is for him to target as many corpses as he can using his guqin.  

Sizhui steps off of his sword and pulls his guqin out in the same motion.  His sword sheaths itself as he steadies his hands over the strings.  Breathing in and out he draws up his spiritual power and focuses his gaze on the corpses in front of him.  He carefully avoids looking at the place where Jingyi is about to start fighting corpses and shoves the worry out of his mind.  Years and years of Lan discipline make it easy for him to focus.  

With a single, well-practiced motion he strikes the chord for Sound of Vanquishing.  The sound hangs in the air unnaturally long.  Sizhui watches as several of the corpses fall.  Seeing this, he raises his hands to the guqin again.  This time he pours more spiritual energy into the attack.  The chord that echoes out from the guqin as Sizhui plays is louder than any normal guqin melody.  More of the corpses drop, but there are still so many.  Sizhui frowns as he raises his hand for another attack.  Should he try Rest?  Would he be able to get more of them that way? Be able to slow them down so that the cultivators have a chance?  

The Sound of Vanquishing again fills the air even louder than before. Below him, the cultivators seem to have realized that help has arrived and are rallying together.  Sizhui can’t resist glancing at Jingyi. Jingyi’s sword dances as he fights and the blue glow of spiritual power leaves trailing lines in Sizhui’s vision.  

Tearing his vision away from Jingyi, he turns back to his guqin.  He decides to play Rest; he can settle more corpses with Rest than he can kill with the Sound of Vanquishing.  Then the cultivators on the ground can make sure they stay down.

Sizhui’s brow furrows slightly as he begins to play and spiritual energy pours out of him and into the song.  On the ground, corpses start to stall and sag as he plays, but he stays focused on the strings below his fingers, not allowing his attention to slip for a single moment.  As he plays the mass of corpses slowly still and the cultivators that they came to rescue rush forward to put them down while they can.  Sizhui sees none of this, all of his focus is on the dance of his fingers over the guqin strings and the energy flowing out of him and into the music. 

In his meditative focus, he doesn’t notice that there is someone else on the roof with him.  Sizhui has never tried to put this much energy into a single attack, and sweat forms beads on his forehead as he pushes the limit of his strengths.  But there are junior cultivators down there counting on the seniors to help them.  And Jingyi, Jingyi, is down there.  

Sizhui does not hear Jingyi shouting a warning.  The only sound in his ears is the song of the guqin.  He does, however, feel the sudden sharp pain in his back.  

The pain shoots like fire along his nerves and to his brain, and he cries out involuntarily.  His hands still on the strings.  As he spins around, the wound in his back screams, and his vision goes white.  By instinct, he draws his sword, even though his body screams in protest at the pain.  His eyes fall on a man standing in front of him.  He’s not so much older than Sizhui, maybe in his mid-twenties.  But his eyes are dark and cruel.  

Demonic Cultivator.  The realization hits Sizhui as he tries to swing his sword.  But the man is already stabbing at him again with a long, jagged knife.  It sinks into Sizhui’s side, and he barely contains a cry of pain.

“You shouldn’t meddle in things that don’t concern you, little Lan,”  The man hisses.

Sizhui grits his teeth and doesn’t respond.  He forces away the sensation of pain as he gets his sword up to defend himself.  The man takes a surprised jump back as Sizhui attacks him, clearly expecting him to be incapacitated.  Sizhui uses his spiritual energy to drive his sword and force the man back.  It’s easier than forcing his body to move.  The dexterity of Sizhui’s sword is certainly less than if he was wielding it in his hand, but he is still able to drive the man back step by step.  

The flowing white robes and the silvery shine of moonlight on steel alert Sizhui to Jingyi’s presence as he joins them on the roof.  But, the man who attacked him is too busy evading the sword in front of him to realize that someone else has joined the fray.  Taking two steps forward, Jingyi runs the man through the back and out through his heart.  

The man screams as the sword emerges from his chest.  Sizhui summons his sword back to him.  Jingyi races over the rooftop towards him, and his face is a mask of worry.  Opening his mouth, Sizhui tries to tell Jingyi that he’s okay, but the words don't come out. 

The world is getting dark around the edges, and Sizhui stumbles forward, toward Jingyi.  As he stumbles, he looks down to catch himself, and he sees the blood on his robes.  It is horribly red against the moon-bleached white.  Oh.

“Sizhui!”  Jingyi is right beside him then.  Sizhui focuses his gaze on Jingyi’s face.  The rest of the world is getting dark, but Jingyi’s face is pale in the moonlight.  

He can feel Jingyi’s hand on his side and the comforting feeling of Jingyi’s spiritual energy flowing into him, healing him.  

Jingyi looks so worried, and Sizhui wants to comfort him, but his body won't obey him.  He feels himself starting to slump down and realizes that he’s going to fall.  But strong arms catch him.  He’s sagging against Jingyi and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t push himself back up.  His head is starting to spin, and he distantly realizes that it’s probably blood loss.

He feels Jingyi carefully lifting him up.  Warmth spreads through him as Jingyi cradles him against his chest.  The warmth makes him realize that he’s cold, and he shivers and presses himself closer to Jingyi.  Sizhui looks up at Jingyi with eyes that won’t focus.

Jingyi is saying something but Sizhui can’t hear him, he can only see his lips moving.  The only sound in his ears is a rushing sound like a river.  He tries to focus on Jingyi’s face but the darkness has almost swallowed everything at this point.  

Darkness is dragging him down.  

“Sizhui!” Jingyi’s voice finally reaches him.  “Sizhui, stay awake.  Come on.  Don’t leave me.  We’re going to get help.  Come on, stay awake.”

Sizhui tries.  He clings to the sound of Jingyi’s voice.  There is so much pain in Jingyi’s voice, and he desperately wants to make it go away.  

“Jing… yi…” Sizhui finally manages to force the name out.

“I’m here.  I’ve got you.  It’ll be okay.”  There’s a desperate edge to Jingyi’s voice, but Sizhui feels comforted.  Jingyi is here, holding him.  He will be okay.  Still, his vision is dark, and his body is heavy, and it’s hard to stay awake.  He doesn’t notice the rush of the wind as Jingyi’s sword carries them through the air or the constant flow of healing energy that Jingyi is giving him.  

His eyes fall closed, and he can’t force them open.  Not even when Jingyi begs him too.  

“Please, Sizhui,” Jingyi’s voice is the only thing in his world and even it is getting further and further away.

“Sizhui hold on.”  

He’s trying.

“Come on.  I love you; I can’t lose you.  You have to hold on.” 

Sizhui’s flagging consciousness lights up with radiant joy.  But even that can’t keep the darkness back, and he falls into unconsciousness without being able to tell Jingyi that he loves him too.

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