#no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconcilation

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daddy, don't go.

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[ayingdidi]

In my opinion, redemption for Jiang Cheng's character is impossible. It’s odd how most discussions about his potential redemption always solely centre around his relationship with Wei Wuxian.

While it’s true that Jiang Cheng wronged Wei Wuxian, his biggest crime isn’t his treatment of Wei Wuxian—it’s the massacre of the Wen Remnants. His redemption shouldn’t just be centred around his relationship with Wei Wuxian, it should focus on the Wen Remnants, who were brutally slaughtered under the siege he led.

Making peace with Wei Wuxian doesn’t erase the much larger moral crime of leading a massacre against innocent people. True redemption should be about confronting the full extent of one’s wrongdoings, and in Jiang Cheng’s case, that means dealing with the massacre, not just his wrongdoings against Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng never reflects on the massacre, expresses any regret for the innocent lives lost, or takes responsibility. For Jiang Cheng to even have a chance at redemption, he’d need to show real remorse for what he did to the Wen Remnants—and honestly, I just don’t see that ever happening.

[wangxianficrecs]

Confusion by Vrishchika

🔒 Confusion

by Vrishchika (@vrishchikawrites)

Not rated, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian wakes up in a strange place. Eight hundred years didn't teach Lan Wangji patience. Kay's comments: A short story of what would have happened if Wei Wuxian hadn't returned after thirteen years but instead thrown eight hundred years into the future. In that time, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng amongst others have gained immortality and the world has long since changed its opinions about Wei Wuxian's cultivation and his role as the Yiling Patriach. I really loved that and I also really loved the lore the story wrote for golden cores and how immortality works. Excerpt: "Looks?" She glances at him, "Tall, decidedly underweight, pale, grey eyes, unreasonably long hair like in those period dramas. He asked me if my phone was a. talisman." Wei Wuxian mouths the new word, intrigued by it. "Er, yeah, actually," She says, "Pretty serious." She goes on to list his injuries again, "He was unconscious for a while. Healing will take months. He's on a significant dose of painkillers right now but seems pretty active and coherent- uh, sure I'll ask." She turns to him, "Tell me something only Lan Wangji would know?" Wei Wuxian arches a brow at the strange question and thinks back before his lips twitch into a wide grin, "He bit me out of frustration while we were trapped in Xuanwu's Cave." Lan-guniang looks very skeptical as she conveys that information. The faint voice coming from the phone changes and the maiden's expression changes as well. She glances at him with wide eyes and then nods quickly, "Yes, of course. Yes, he's in no danger. The most concerning thing is a surgical scar and the absence of his Golden Core, we wondered if trafficking-" She frowns and his eyes widen, "Yes… yes, I'm sure." Wei Wuxian waves his hand frantically only to wince when his sore body protests, "Guniang, wait! Don't tell-"

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, time travel, fix-it, future fic, immortal lan wangji, immortal jiang cheng, post-canon, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it, love confessions, friends to lovers, wei wuxian has a new golden core, immortal wei wuxian, first time, first kiss, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconcilation, happy ending

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[amynchan]

Jin Ling: I don't get it.

Wei Wuxian: Hm?

Jin Ling: You ask me about jiujiu, you make sure I'm still talking with him, and it just seems like you care about his well being in general.

Wei Wuxian: What's confusing about that?

Jin Ling: I mean! If you care, why don't you go back? Talk to him yourself?

Wei Wuxian: ah, A-Ling. It's complicated.

Jin Ling: How complicated could it be???

Wei Wuxian: I care about Jiang Cheng. I have, and I will.

Jin Ling: I gathered that—

Wei Wuxian: I do not, however, care to serve him.

Jin Ling: ????

Wei Wuxian: My father served his father until he left with my mother. When I was brought in, Jiang-shushu raised me to serve Jiang Cheng the same way. We were close, but that was for a purpose. Jiang-shushu raised me to be like my father, and Madam Yu never let me forget my place. I was always raised to be Jiang Cheng's subordinate, and that's how we always were. My purpose was to be Jiang Cheng's second-in-command.

Jin Ling: ...

Wei Wuxian: But I don't want that purpose. I live here and now. I have Lan Zhan. I have Sizhui. I have Wen Ning. I have you. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to interact with me without all of that baggage from the past, and I'm leaving the past behind me.

Jin Ling: but...

Wei Wuxian: No buts. I have my life, and I'm happy with it. If Jiang Cheng ever wants to be a part of it, he'll have to learn how to treat me like a cultivator; not a servant or someone he has rights to. I'm not someone he can lean on like that anymore.

Jin Ling: ...but you care about him.

Wei Wuxian: correct. But just because I care doesn't mean he has rights to me. I can care about myself and him at the same time.

Jin Ling: ...that is complicated.

Wei Wuxian: correct. Now, enough about Jiang Cheng for now. Tell me how you're doing.

[berryberrytaeberry]

on a scale of Rascal Flatts to Taylor Swift which one is most egregious RE: being my favorite for insane Lan Wangji tiktok edit audios thanks.

and yes, I am serious, unfortunately this is my cross to bear

[yustinamishka]

Dreaming of Yunmeng again.

[mxtxfanatic]

mdzs fandom before the untamed was so good i have so much resentment for that show for bringing in the worst people flooding everything with slop to the point where i keep liking danmei a secret

If you go to ao3 and read wangxian fics from the earliest to the latest, you can almost pinpoint exactly when cql hit the English-speaking fandom because 1) Wangxian’s dynamic changes, 2) Wei Wuxian’s potrayal in fics ubdergoes an extreme shift into what is now his mainstream fanon today, and 2) Jiang Cheng starts appearing. Not fanon!Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng, period.

In the earliest fics, he is very rare to find, and where he appears, it is only a mention or a brief cameo. After cql, though? Suddenly he is a major character in fics. Suddenly every fic features him, even if it’s just through letters or Wei Wuxian playacting convos with him when he’s physically absent for whatever reason. Suddenly, “yunmeng bros,” “yunmeng trio,” “twin prides” takes off. Suddenly it’s Wen Qing siding with Jiang Cheng and berating Wei Wuxian for being a stupid idiot. Suddenly it’s Lan Wangji forcing Wei Wuxian to reconcile with his “brother,” if it isn’t Wei Wuxian threatening Lan Wangji to get along with Jiang Cheng or be dumped. Suddenly it’s weepy Wei Wuxian crippled by the guilt of having “stolen” affection away from Jiang Cheng as a child, of having “broken his promise” of eternal servitude brotherhood, a crime that needs the entire fic to rectify, even if the fic is about something else entirely. Suddenly it’s “if only Wei Wuxian had listened to Jianng Cheng’s advice (that he never gave), none of this would have happened!”

There is a palpable shift in how every character is treated once Jiang Cheng became a fandom favorite, and it’s actually made the experience of reading fics worse as a whole.

[aquariumgirls]

i think if i gave jiang cheng 5 shots of tequila and then gave him at least two self help books and set him loose on wei wuxian they would reconcile. but also jiang cheng would end up like the drunk girl crying in the bathroom w a shoe on his head... that's what i mean when i say i could fix him

[wangxianficrecs]

Catharsis by Starfell123

Catharsis

by Starfell123

T, WIP, 7k, Wangxian

Summary: “Look, I know I’m probably foolish. I know that the chances of this not being a business-meeting are slim to none, but I need to know for sure. If Uncle Jiang wants to apologize, I’ll give him a chance to do so. If not, I want to tell him where to stick it in person.” Thirteen years after being thrown out by the Jiangs, Jiang Fengmian contacts Wei Wuxian and asks to meet. Wei Wuxian goes in the hopes of reconciling with his adopted family, but the circumstances he finds himself in wont allow that to happen. What will he do when his former guardian tries to arrange a marriage for him that will benefit the Jiang-sect? Kay's comments: This story felt very satisfying. Thirteen years after being kicked out by Madam Yu, Wei Wuxian is thriving. He's filthy rich, he's surrounded by people who love and support him, he has a successful company and now, Jiang Fengmian turns up because the Jiang Sect is struggling and thinks he can just marry Wei Wuxian off as though he's still part of the sect, because technically, he was never formally struck of the disciple rosters. Also, rest in pieces Madam Yu, she's not missed. Really loved how soft Wangxian were for each other. Excerpt: Now the Jin-sect was on the verge of collapse and several sects stood on the brink of financial ruin. Wei Wuxian hadn’t been all that interested in listening to the financial portion of the story - he let Qing-jie handle their money for a reason! - but he’d understood enough to know that things were BAD. “I am aware of the monetary issues most sects face in the wake of Jin Guangyao’s schemes. Have you found a way to save Yunmeng Jiang?” “Yes. The Lan-sect has offered to enter an alliance with us. An alliance based on marriage.” Jiang Fengmian gave him a significant look and Wei Wuxian’s thoughts started racing. A marriage alliance. Someone from the Jiang-sect was getting married to a Lan. Who…? He tried to mask his growing dread with a smile. “Oh, that’s so sweet! Did you call me here to invite me to Jiang Cheng’s wedding?” Jiang Fengmian grimaced. “Not exactly…” Before he had a chance to say anything else, the door opened to reveal two figures clad in white.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern with magic, wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect, attempted arranged marriage, bad parents jiang fengmian & yu ziyuan, somebody lives/not everybody dies, hurt/comfort, happy ending, genius wei wuxian, rich wei wuxian, families of choice

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[qiu-yan]

imagining a postcanon yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation scenario in which jiang cheng gets haunted by the ghost of jin guangyao (who only he and wei wuxian can see) and wei wuxian gets haunted by the ghost of nie mingjue (who only he and jiang cheng can see). the ghosts can only pass on after they've made peace with each other. yunmeng shuangjie end up reconciling less because they've worked out any of their own issues, and moreso because watching another group of fuckers air out their own batshit drama is a prime bonding experience.

[least-carpet]

'replacing jc in someone's affection' I am crying! wwx doesn't do it once but twice! It's fascinating! Also, this makes me understand why some people, reading the novel, come to the conclusion that wwx doesn't care anymore about jc. Yeah, it's a valid interpretation!

Listen, I just rotated, and rotated, and rotated this scenario (—because, like, both child and adult Wei Wuxian are sincerely in need of support and affection, but I think receiving it as a child while it was withheld from someone he loved, what might have seemed like taking it away from someone who also needed it, also contributed to his boundary problems and self-sacrificial tendencies and eventual resentment—like he needs it but it hurts someone he loves deeply when he gets it but he still needs it, how can he reconcile these conflicting truths?? OK I will stop now—) and, uh, have a tiny little sketch of that zhanchengxian fic concept below, with which I will exorcise my sad past chengxian/past zhancheng/current wangxian thoughts.

It was going to be a perfect triple triple drabble but I needed 80 more words in the centre section to describe Jiang Cheng's tears. You know how it is.

Pursued by Lesser Ghosts

At first he was busy and grateful for it.

Then, Jin Ling settled, elders cowed, sect in order, Jiang Cheng was forced to returned to Lotus Pier. Empty, now.

His sect ran as it always did. He slept poorly. He dreamed often. He walked up and down the pier at night, pursued by lesser ghosts, echoes of people who were alive, just gone. His own life closed around him as tight as any noose, one long merciless sequence of work, sleep, work.

He had a minor qi deviation.

“Go back to dual cultivation,” said the doctor.

“That’s no longer possible,” he said.

The doctor looked up. When Jiang Cheng didn’t say anything else, she said, “Well. Come here for acupuncture once a week. Consider visiting Jin Ling.”

Relax, she didn’t bother to say.

Jiang Ping, his one surviving cousin, took tea with him, and said: “I know things have been stressful. Perhaps you would consider marriage now?”

“I didn’t think marriage was relaxing,” said Jiang Cheng, drily.

“It can be. After everything, well… it’s nice to have someone there.” Jiang Ping looked up, thinking. “Having someone there and working a lot. I don’t think it’s possible for Sect Leader to work harder, so you’ll have to try the other thing.”

Jiang Cheng let out a snort despite himself. Jiang Ping grinned at him.

He could get married, he supposed. What was there to prevent him?

He didn’t call for a matchmaker. He worked harder, kept himself so busy he could hardly think, but at night, laying in his bed, he ached with loneliness before sleep. And in sleep, he saw them, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian both, invariably walking away from him, hand in hand.

Sometimes he was silent; sometimes he called to them. It didn’t matter. They never turned around.

-

In Wei Wuxian’s dream, it was high summer, air as thick as syrup, and he was lying under the trees along the riverbank with his head in Jiang Cheng’s lap.

Above him, Jiang Cheng was eating tanghulu. Playfully, Wei Wuxian opened his mouth like a baby bird, and Jiang Cheng, rolling his eyes, took a piece of fruit and fed it to him, red and almost glowing. His index finger brushed against Wei Wuxian’s mouth.

Sometimes, he dreamed and he didn’t know whether it was just a dream or a fragment of a memory. He thought this might have happened—he faintly remembered begging Jiang Cheng to let him rest his head in his lap, across his narrow, muscled thighs.

Suddenly it was night, and Jiang Cheng was gone.

“Jiang Cheng?” called Wei Wuxian, and found his voice was a child’s voice, high-pitched and nervous. “Jiang Cheng?”

He rushed through Lotus Pier, now dark and empty, towards Jiang Cheng’s room. Then, in the way of dreams, Jiang Cheng was in front of him, a child again, too, face swollen with tears as he wept alone on the pier.

Wei Wuxian froze, panicked.

Someone picked him up; Uncle Jiang had appeared. But instead of saying anything, he turned and walked away. “Uncle Jiang,” Wei Wuxian whispered, but Jiang Fengmian didn’t respond.

All Wei Wuxian could do was look over Uncle Jiang’s shoulder at Jiang Cheng, at his crumpled, sobbing face. You don’t understand, he thought, suddenly, I love you but I need this, I need it, I need it.

That face changed again, blurred into Jiang Cheng's adult face, still weeping as he knelt on the pier. And then the strong arms around him weren’t Uncle Jiang’s but Lan Zhan’s, holding him tight in a bridal carry, taking him away as he squirmed to look back, to not look away from Jiang Cheng’s face, they had been so happy only a moment ago—

Wei Wuxian woke late, his face wet. Went to look for a handkerchief. Opened a drawer he hadn’t looked in before to find: two purple hair ribbons. An open jar of salve, carved with the insignia of a well-known Yunmeng herbalist. And a lavender handkerchief, embroidered with a little frog. Wei Wuxian traced it gently with his thumb.

-

The day was a little crisp, but bright and beautiful. Lan Wangji had risen at the appointed time, eaten breakfast serenely with the sect, and taught some advanced guqin lessons. Lan Sizhui was coming along beautifully, playing more delicate and precise every day, a delight to teach.

Everything was just as it should be in the Cloud Recesses, but Lan Wangji was still somehow uneasy.

He had gained everything he had dreamed of as a teenager, in one bewildering fell swoop. His life had been overturned, but for the better, the man he had wanted for so long delivered to him on a silver platter. He was unbelievably lucky.

Of course, he grieved what had happened to his brother. Lan Xichen deserved only good things. It was bitter to find out someone you had loved so deeply had deceived you—had failed you—had abandoned you.

But with the exception of that dark spot, the suffering and absence of his brother, his life was everything he had ever asked for, wasn’t it? A pristine life, on the surface.

If there was a dark shadow underneath, the ripple of something passing through a lake on a sunny day—something slipping out of an incautious hand, lost to the water—that too was life, wasn’t it?

He had never been so happy in his life. He had never before been so happy in his life, as he had once imagined it.

He averted his eyes from that shadow.

Until, one day, he returned home, and found Wei Ying, sitting at the room’s low table, holding a handkerchief in one hand. Remnants of a different life that had collected in his home. No—that he had kept. Gripped tightly.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, brightly, face stretched in a brittle smile. “What’s this?”

[hannigramislife]

You all ever think about how Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's brotherhood truly died in that cliff?

Meaning even if they reconciled post-canon, even if all is forgiven and forgotten, they can never have that brotherhood again. Never.

Funny thing, isn't it? Time. It waits for no one. It robs of more than just years, especially when you're a cultivator, and those years hardly affect your lifespan.

Jiang Cheng is a whole Sect Leader now, one who raised his clan out of the ashes. Wei Wuxian is mentally still, what, 20 something?? The war for him is still fresh, the loss of Yanli still fresh. Wei Wuxian still hasn't processed that stuff, meanwhile Jiang Cheng has raised Yanli's son, and now he's a Sect Leader, too.

Time has passed, for Jiang Cheng. He has grown hard, and he has grown bitter because he needed to survive, but he has grown. He is no longer Wei Wuxian's little brother- Wei Wuxian is younger than him. Jiang Cheng can't respond to Wei Wuxian's teasing like before, and he can't depend on him because there is an entire sect that depends on Jiang Cheng. And Wei Wuxian- a large part of his identity as an older brother, to him, is being the strong pillar, the protector- what to do now that Jiang Cheng doesn't need that anymore?

How can they understand each other now? What is left for them, but memories?

They can build something new, true. But the people they were before, the bond they had before-

That's gone for good.

[ivoryrisuet]

I want Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to reconcile in post-canon. I want Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to get drunk and start a mock fight, just to mess up with overprotective Lan Wangji. I want Jiang Cheng to outdrink Wei Wuxian because his new body just sucks. I want them to eat spicy food together and start calling everyone who doesn't like it pussy( Wei Wuxian will call Lan Wangji the cutest pussy in the world). I want Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian to crush their bones in a proper reunion embrace although it's been months since Wei Wuxian returned. Would they cry they eyes out in the process? Absolutely. I want them to sneak out to swim in the middle of the night, just like they did in their childhood.

Lan Wangji would be a bit jealous, because he can't really be a part of it. But after a while he'd get used to the thought that Wei Wuxian is not going anywhere and after a good time with other people he always comes back to Lan Wangji.

[tidesreach]

jiang cheng did not kill wei wuxian. like that is a pretty significant thing that did not happen but for some reason people keep stating as fact. and also quite significantly the reason he did not kill him is because he loves him.

jiang cheng's hatred towards wei wuxian is a defense mechanism born from his trauma and anger and fear of abandonment. his hatred is a construct designed to minimise emotional pain. his hatred only exists because it's trying to cancel out the love in order to protect him from rejection and abandonment and the extreme emotional pain that comes with them. there's actually a psychological term for this coping mechanism: it's called splitting. it's a distorted way of thinking that is black and white in nature and often caused by trauma. it means you are unable to hold opposing thoughts and feelings and you see people as either all good or all bad. jiang cheng is incapable of seeing any grey area so he does a very extreme swing from love to hate because he simply cannot process the complexity of his own polarising emotions. he cannot reconcile his love for wei wuxian with the pain wei wuxian has (unintentionally) caused him. he does all of this unconsciously too because splitting is not a conscious decision you make. he does not even realise it's happening.

for years it keeps all those messy and complex and painful feelings jiang cheng has for wei wuxian at bay. splitting is inherently self-destructive but it is considered a coping mechanism for a reason. for a long time it's the only thing that allows jiang cheng to keep going. it isn't until guanyin temple that all those complex emotions that the hastily put together hatred has been trying so hard to cover up come spilling out and jiang cheng starts to acknowledge them. the love and the loss and those gutwrenching feelings of abandonment and rejection and not being good enough. and he says desperately "shouldn't i hate you? can't i hate you?" because he wants so very much to hate him but he's now realising that he never has. because the hate was always just a mask for love and all its painful and contradictory complexities. the fact that acknowledging all of those feelings has him emotionally ruined and sobbing on the temple floor is exactly why the splitting happened in the first place. this is the pain and loss that he was unconsciously trying to protect himself from.