#other sect wei wuxian

[naehja]

Because of a failed expriment, Wei Wuxian meets others versions of himself who have been adopted by other sects and who have more of less differents lifes. He must help them to return to their own universe but learns interesting things about them.

So our WWX has to deal with:

- A Nie!Wei Wuxian, adopted by the Nie Sect at 5 (gave his Golden Core to Huaisang, was sworn brother with Jin Zuxian), knows Lan Zhan since he's 6. Was called Nie Ying and then Nie Wuxian until he does defection to save the Wen Survivors. And then the next actions are the same. Jin Zixuan dies, Jiang Yanli dies, Lan Wangji save A-Yuan but let the boy know his uncles. Wei Wuxian is brought back by Mo Xuanyu like in canon. He hate Jin Guangyao with passion for what he did to Mingjue during the war and what he did after, killing him with the music who should have helped him. In this universe Miánmián marry Mingjue so Huaisang and Wei Wuxian have a niece and a nephew (twins born 6 months before Mingjue's death). He knows what Huaisang did but said nothing because he's just proud of his brother. Nie Huaisang is a lot stronger in this universe.

- A Jin! Wei Wuxian has been found at 7 by Jin Zixuan. Wei Wuxian becomes a strong cultivator, a pride in his sect. He sees Jin Zixuan as his brother and loves to tease him. He knows Jin Zixuan feelings about Jiang Yanli and being forced to marry and help him to getting to know her better. He goes to help the Jiang when Lotus Piers is attacked by the Wen. Then he's captured and throw in the burial mounds. Following that, the events are the same than in canon. The incident on Qiongqi Path is even worse since Zixuan was Wei Wuxian's brother and this death broke him. Yanli doesn't die. And so Wei Wuxian is brought back by Mo Xuanyu 13 years later. He's very protective of Jin Ling and feel even more bad about Jin Zixuan dead. He hates Jin Guangyao with a burning rage when he learns the truth.

- A Lan!Wei Wuxian, adopted at 5 by Lan Qiren. He never lost his Golden Core and is renowned for his inventions. He never touched demonic cultivation and is married with Lan Zhan for years. He's sworn brother with Huaisang and Zixuan. He's the only Wei Wuxian to still have his old body. He didn't have to learn demonic cultivation and create a lot of things during the war who helped to win. When he has decided to save the Wen Survivors, he asks Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen to come with him. Since he's sworn brother wirh Jin Zixuan, he's still Jin Ling uncle. Nie Mingjue never died because Wei Wuxian was visiting Huaisang one day and heard Jin Guangyao playing the "song of clarity" and was like "wait something is wrong about it". And so Jin Guangyao was discovered to poisonning Mingjue with dangerous music and has had to face consequences. Mo Xuanyu never died because Zixuan and Yanli decided to literally adopt this new little brother. Lan!Wei Wuxian is the only one to not die and be bring back to life or to lose his golden core.

It's just funny to imagine that all the Wei Wuxian became good friend/brother/sworn brother with Jin Zuxian, except the canon!one who more or less dislikes him.

Also all the Wuxian are in love with Lan Zhan. They're soulmates.

Feel free to write it if you are inspired =)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival

(Part 2)

[wangxianficrecs]

Going on charmingly by scribbet

Going on charmingly

by scribbet

T, 21k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang: 2023

Summary: He pulled the door open smoothly, leaving the noisemaker with their fist still raised mid-knock. He could glimpse white robes underneath a thick and practical-looking travel cloak, but surely no member of his sect would think to barge in upon him in such a way. “Hello!” the interloper exclaimed, a bright smile coming into view as he lifted the sopping veils away to one side. “Would you happen to know how to reach the Cloud Recesses?” Or, a teenage Wei Wuxian arrives at the Lan sect as a (mostly) respected disciple of the Immortal Baoshan Sanren instead of the well-known troublemaker of Yunmeng Jiang. Lan Wangji learns to come to terms with this (eventually). Kay's comments: I haven't read many Baoshan Sanren disciple Wei Wuxian stories so far and I'm always delighted to see them, especially if they are as well done as this one! I really enjoyed Wei Wuxian arriving at the lectures (unknowingly) a few weeks early and getting to integrate himself into the Lan Sect before the other guest disciples joined and him being given the opportunity to bond with Lan Wangji first outside of a classroom. Lan Wangji himself also got his eyes opened to the culvation world's hypocrizy a lot earlier, which I appreciate! All in all, a lovely story! Excerpt:“Your Grandmaster is?” “Baoshan Sanren.” The stranger uttered this as if it was no way remarkable, but Lan Wangji found himself once again lost for words. The immortal Baoshan Sanren had secluded herself and her disciples away for nearly a century now, and it was incredibly rare for any news at all to make its way from her hidden mountain home, never mind an actual person. The last time it had taken place was over a generation ago, and it had caused considerable uproar among the cultivation world – due, as far as Lan Wangji could glean for vague references, to both the exceptional talent of the individual and the thwarted interest several prominent individuals took in them. “Your mother…” He tried to settle on some part of the blithe statement to address first, “…you are the child of Cangse Sanren?” Lan Wangji hadn’t realised it was possible for that smile to light up any further but apparently he’d been mistaken. “Yes! You’ve heard of her! I wasn’t sure if anyone would remember her by now but they must have if you know her name. And you don’t look much older than me, you can’t have met her yourself –someone must have thought her interesting enough to tell you about as well!”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, different first meeting, wei wuxian is baoshan sanren's disciple, wei wuxian isn't adopted by the jiangs, genius wei wuxian, petty lan wangji, meddling lan xichen, cultivation sect politics, fluff and humor, getting to know each other, developing relationship, pre-relationship

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[lazycranberrydoodles]

wei wuxian really put his whole pussy into the donghua yiling patriarch reveal huh

[twistedappletree]

Lan Sizhui wanting to get birthday/holiday gifts for the other juniors and even though he could just ask Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian for money (which WWX would definitely encourage because he probably already has LWJ’s wallet on him anyway 💀), LSZ refuses every time because he’d rather earn and spend his own money.

But gifts are still expensive so instead of buying them, he finds out what all of his friends would like as a gift and because he loves to learn, he figures out how to make/craft the gifts himself.

It always ends up being just as much of a gift for him to see his friends’ faces light up and marvel at how everything he made looks professional because he worked so hard to give them the very best he could offer.

[peculiardollart]

Hairstyles for men of the Jiang Sect

Jiang Women

Jin Men and Women

Nie Men and Women

[sandu-zidian]

I'm having Yunmeng Shuangjie feelings I am losing it over the way these two idiots try to rationalize the decisions and emotions towards the other through duty and obligation.

Wei Wuxian attempts to rationalize the golden core transfer and his subsequent actions of secrecy and running away by trying to convince both himself and JC (and others) that he made those decisions out of duty, debt, and obligation: duty to JC, debt to Yunmeng Jiang, debt and obligation towards the Wen siblings. By doing so he hopes to mask the deep truth that his singular most important decision -- to transfer his own core to JC -- was done not out of duty, but out of love. If he admits to how love pushed him to try and fix JC, he would then have to grapple with the blatant truth that not only did the decision break the trust between himself and JC, but in fact did the opposite of fixing JC. The event only further breaks them apart. WWX refuses to acknowledge any feelings of regret he could possibly have about the golden core transfer -- either because did not understand how terrible living without a golden core could be, or because he knows that what he did to JC was agonizing -- by only accepting his actions as done by a servant for a master, as a disciple for his sect and sect leader.

Jiang Cheng also suffers from this rationalization. When WWX defects and later dies, JC attempts to reinforce his righteous anger and rage towards WWX by viewing his betrayal not as done by a close friend and brother, but as betrayal done by a sect member and first disciple. By publicly and internally deriding WWX as a traitor to Yunmeng Jiang, forgoing his duty and obligation to his sect leader and the sect that took him in, JC can delude himself into accepting the derision and gloating exalted by the rest of the cultivation world and reject the complex and often contradictory feelings of grief and loss he feels towards WWX that stem from the painful truth that WWX hurt him not because he was a trusted discple, but because he was a close confidante and an almost-brother. Such pitiful emotions are unacceptable for someone so hated as WWX. So, JC aligns his emotional turmoil with the rest of society by refusing to remember the whole truth of his relationship with WWX as not just a trusted disciple, but as a dear friend and an older brother. In doing so, JC's negative emotions are quite unfair (though in his defense it's not like JC knew the truth behind WWX's confounding actions) and also never allow JC any chance to actually come to terms with WWX's betrayal and painful downfall.

I think the best Yunmeng Shuangjie reconciliation stories are the ones where JC has to admit that his comtempt towards WWX during the 13 years that he was dead was unneccessarily unfair and allowed him no place to truly accept and grieve for the loss of his brother, and where WWX has to admit to himself the true reason for the golden core transfer and how he cannot run away from the reality of the pain such a decision caused both himself and his brother, and perhaps even admit that it wasn't really the right decision, if there even is a right decision for that scenario at all. I need JC to yell at WWX about how the whole golden core transfer just serves to prove that WWX never accepted himself as family to the Jiang siblings when JC and JYL both cared for him deeply as a brother, while WWX yells back at JC about how he could possibly dare to see JC as family when all he has done in the years since his resurrection was act as if WWX was nothing but a sect traitor and stranger not worthy of a truthful conversation.

[vvienne]

fucked up abt the way jiang cheng even before golden core reveal rlly does have various legit reasons to be pissed at wei wuxian but I feel like the only ones that would actually matter to him are

a) yanli’s death

b) jin ling being orphaned

c) that wei wuxian left when he promised to stay, that he was fallible even after being the perfect older brother jiang cheng could never match, that wei wuxian’s own boldness and intelligence wasn’t, in the end, enough to save himself from dying, that wei wuxian left him and then had the nerve to let himself die, and that it’s jiang cheng, instead, who’s somehow still alive, and alone, even though the three of them were never supposed to be separated —

[robininthelabyrinth]

Thx for doing this again! It is a joy to read from you 1) If I may ask- Lan Quiren taken care of by people. What would Lan Yueheng or Lao Nie or even his nephew do with a sick / hurt Quiren?

No Time For Leisure

Lan Yueheng didn’t understand why people were mean to each other.

He didn’t understand – quite a bit about people, actually. Most of the time he didn’t even notice when people were being mean to him, though eventually it got through and he felt bad and he didn’t like feeling bad. He didn’t like feeling ignored or barely tolerated or being talked about – or – or any of it, really. He’d asked his cousin Lan Ganhui why people did that and his cousin didn’t really have a good answer, mostly shuffled around and looked embarrassed and said Well I don’t just tolerate you! even though he kind of did, mostly on account of the fact that his mother would dismember him if he didn’t keep an eye on Lan Yueheng while they were out and about.

Still, Lan Ganhui was better than most people, primarily on account of his being willing to be very mean to anyone he perceived as being mean to Lan Yueheng – Lan Yueheng wasn’t actually sure if that was better or not, and sometimes it mostly just came off as Lan Ganhui being mean for no reason – and he really did make an effort to bring Lan Yueheng with him. Sometimes. When there were enough people around that he didn’t have to spend all his time showing off to his friends. Anyway, it was all right, really, or at least it was mostly.

Anyway, Lan Yueheng was assured quite a few times that he would understand it a bit more when he was a bit older. Unfortunately, he’d gotten quite a bit older than he’d been the first time people had said that and he still didn’t understand it and he still didn’t like it and it made him very tired, sometimes.

His math books weren’t mean, at least. He kept at least three with him at all times, nice and steady and reasonable, each thing leading to another, and it made him feel better.

Lan Ganhui had made him promise not to talk to anyone about math while he was on this particular trip, stressing it several times, and while Lan Yueheng didn’t quite understand why and under what circumstances someone wouldn’t want to hear about math, he was trying his best. He even tried not to read his favorite math books too many times, only when he was really anxious and needed a reminder of the familiar.

Right now, for instance. He didn’t understand why everyone was being mean to poor cousin Lan Qiren, who’d gotten into a big argument with his big brother and now wasn’t talking to him, or wasn’t being talked to by him, which seemed more accurate. From what Lan Yueheng heard of it, Lan Qiren seemed to have the right of it, but when he’d asked Lan Ganhui about it, his cousin had looked uncomfortable again and told him not to ask too many questions. But Lan Yueheng was nothing but questions, lots of questions, and he felt bad because Lan Qiren was all alone and being ignored and Lan Yueheng knew how bad that felt.

He decided, in a fit of he-didn’t-know-what, to sneak one of his beloved math books under Lan Qiren’s pillow when no one was looking, thinking that if Lan Qiren couldn’t have anything else, he could at least have math to comfort him. It was a really big sacrifice – it meant Lan Yueheng had only two math books with him at all times – but he thought it was the right thing to do.

Lan Ganhui made a face when Lan Yueheng told him about it, though.

“You know not everyone thinks about math the way you do, right?” he asked, and Lan Yueheng blinked owlishly at him. “He might not appreciate – or understand – what you meant by it…ugh, never mind. Anyway, he’s a rotten old stickler, always getting other people in trouble for violating this rule or that –”

“But following the rules is important, isn’t it?” Lan Yueheng asked, bewildered, and Lan Ganhui sighed and reached over to fix up Lan Yueheng’s hair which was falling sideways again.

“Never mind,” he said. “Just – don’t say anything to him out loud, all right? Promise me.”

Lan Yueheng promised, not for the first time, but he still didn’t understand.

But a day or two later he found the book back under his own pillow with an entire set of annotated notes with questions and comments right next to it, showing interest and engagement with the math in a way barely anyone ever bothered with. This, of course, was the best thing that ever happened to Lan Yueheng – even Lan Ganhui, when he showed it to him, looked surprised and said, “Huh. I wouldn’t have though he’d do that. Guess he’s not as much of a stick in the mud as I thought.” – and from that day forward Lan Yueheng had a brand-new friend, one that understood him even better than Lan Ganhui ever had.

He still didn’t understand why people were mean, but he thought he might understand a bit more about himself, and what he was willing to stand for.

(And also, seriously, he’d told Lan Ganhui that math made everything better!)

-

“You know, when you wrote to me and said he was sick, I thought you meant that he was dying,” Cangse Sanren told Lan Yueheng.

Lan Yueheng blinked at her. “If I meant that he was dying, why wouldn’t I say that he was dying? Anyway, if he was dying, I wouldn’t have been wasting time writing letters to you, would i?”

This was why she liked the Lan sect so much, Cangse Sanren thought, grinning. They might not be as intentionally funny and lively as the Jiang sect at the Lotus Pier – Wei Changze especially – but they had their own particular charm, what with all their rules and regulations and strict orthodoxy that had somehow gone all the way around to being a bit weird anyway.

“You’re completely right,” she said, nodding. “That’s what I would expect from any normal person, but here in the human world people are always over-stating or under-stating things. I’ve almost come to expect it.”

Ugh, that meant she was getting used to it, wasn’t she?

“Well, don’t bother with me or Qiren-xiong,” Lan Yueheng said, blissfully straightforward and just as blissfully uninterested in hearing about Baoshan Sanren’s mountain or Cangse Sanren’s own approximate level of humanity. He was great.“I don’t care about anything other than my math or my alchemy or my friends, I’m not going to waste time talking in circles even if it’s supposed to be more elegant. Are you going to go see Qiren-xiong now?”

“Absolutely. I came all this way, didn’t I?”

Lan Qiren was, in fact, sick, but only with a nasty cold, which he’d managed to get on account of some extraordinarily unwise choices – at least, per Lan Yueheng’s enthusiastic regaling of the adventure – and he turned out to be a terrible patient. Possibly it was that his golden core was so bright and shining, making him unaccustomed to the usual trials and travails of illness and misery and therefore reluctant to accede to them; he wasn’t the strongest cultivator of Cangse Sanren’s acquaintance, but he was one of the purest, and that wasn’t for nothing. This illness was undoubtedly a most unwelcome inconvenience.

He was, in short, grumpy as hell.

“I was told to remain under bedrest, so I am staying where I am,” he said, his monotone voice in no way concealing how much he was seething. “But I do not see why being confined to my bed means that I am incapable of doing anything else of interest.”

“No one’s saying you can’t do things,” Cangse Sanren said, sitting down next to him on the bed and ignoring his shocked yelp at her indecent intimacy. It was a bit slow to get out, which was a sign of how sick he really was; that would be the medicine he was taking, which was making him woozy and even more ill-tempered than he normally was when he was confined. “We’re just saying you can’t do anything not fun.”

“Copying the rules is fun!”

“Copying the rules is a punishment, Qiren-xiong,” Lan Yueheng said, propping his chin onto one knee – he was the least Lan-like Lan Cangse Sanren had ever met, absolutely hilarious. “You aren’t being punished, so why should you copy the rules?”

“I’m working on improving my calligraphy –”

“Write a novel,” Cangse Sanren suggested, and then blinked, suddenly transfixed by her own (mostly joking) idea: a novel written by Lan Qiren would be amazing. “No, really, you should definitely write a novel!”

“I am not writing a novel.”

“How about a song?” Lan Yueheng suggested. “You compose music, don’t you, Qiren-xiong? You could make a drinking song!”

Lan Qiren’s expression of horror was both incredibly effusive and absolutely amazing.

“Yueheng-xiong,” he hissed. “Alcohol is prohibited!”

“I didn’t say anything about alcohol! You can do a drinking song with juice!”

The poor boy clearly believed what he was saying, too.

Cangse Sanren cackled. “Oh, I like this,” she said, clapping her hands together. Lan Qiren looked more spirited already. “We’re going to need lyrics! Let me start –”

“Cangse Sanren!”

-

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Lan Yueheng said petulantly, and Lao Nie sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, he’s eating, he’s drinking, he’s sleeping. But that doesn’t mean he’s…you know…okay.”

“I know,” Lao Nie said, regretful as always. He hadn’t had much interaction with Lan Yueheng before, other than as the protagonist of any number of Lan Qiren’s more colorful stories, but he had to admit that the man had guts – he’d flown all the way to Qinghe to come and demand that Lao Nie come help fix Lan Qiren’s emotional state, which was a complete wreck on account of what his brother had done. As if anything could fix Lan Qiren’s emotional state right now.

Certainly not Lao Nie, who’d only made things worse. He hadn’t realized it at the time, being busy with his own business, but in retrospect it was quite clear what he’d done wrong. If only he’d paid more attention to Lan Qiren’s anxious letters, if only he’d taken the time to go in person to the Cloud Recesses the way he’d half-intended to, if only he hadn’t written back to Qingheng-jun with the terrible advice that he had…

Lao Nie had plenty of regrets.

Not least of which were that Lan Yueheng was standing in the middle of his hall, as imperious as any imperial decree, expecting him to drop everything and come to help his friend – and he couldn’t even explain exactly what the matter was!

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t understand how much he’s suffering. But if he’s eating, drinking, and sleeping, there’s nothing I can help him with,” Lao Nie pointed out. Reasonably, to his mind, but Lan Yueheng sighed as if he were being deliberately obtuse. “Listen, he doesn’t even want to see me right now.”

“Qiren-xiong has very strong opinions on many subjects, but that doesn’t make him an expert in all of them,” Lan Yueheng said, which Lao Nie translated mentally to mean something along the lines of sometimes Lan Qiren is dumb as a rock and just as stubborn. “It’s really very simple. He needs his friends. You’re one of his friends. Go be his friend.”

“Listen –”

“If you don’t go to him now when he really needs it, you won’t be one of his friends in the future,” Lan Yueheng said, and Lao Nie scowled. “I’m not making a threat, I’m stating a fact. It just won’t be the same. What could possibly be so important that you won’t come?”

“I have a son,” Lao Nie finally admitted, even though he hadn’t planned on introducing Nie Mingjue to the world for quite a while yet. “He’s still young, very young. It’s difficult to leave him.”

Lan Yueheng didn’t even blink at coming within a hair’s breadth of one of the traditional secrets of the Qinghe Nie. “Okay, then take him with you.”

“…he’s too young to travel.”

“Take him with you in a basket?”

Lao Nie was developing a headache. “Are you even allowed to be here?”

“Nope! I’m going to get punished when I go back,” Lan Yueheng said cheerfully. “The only means I have to minimize the punishment is by bringing you back with me, so I’m going to be very stubborn about it. Can we get moving sooner rather than later? I don’t like the idea of Qiren-xiong by himself for too long.”

Lao Nie had always thought the Nie were the most stubborn of the sects, but the Lan, he thought fondly, could really give them a run for their money. Poor Lan Qiren – he didn’t like to think of him alone, either.

“All right,” he said, already thinking of practicalities. “Give me a day. Let’s go take care of him.”

-

One of the Lan sect disciples that they’d captured in the attack on the Cloud Recesses was having some sort of fit.

It seemed to be in reaction to the beating Wen Xu had ordered administered to the arrogant old fart that play-acted as the Lan sect leader any time there was a discussion conference, presumably because his more famous older brother, the official sect leader, thought that he was too good to come out and talk with the rest of them. They were probably family, or friends, or maybe even something more than that – who knew? The Lan sect were weird, and everyone knew it.

It wasn’t even as if the struggling was helping him in any way. The disciple in question was one of the older ones, at least a generation older than the current juniors, but he seemed to be much more stupid than most of them. Wen Xu had ordered him to be tied up tight and, when that didn’t seem to stop him, disabled as well, cutting the tendon of his ankle so that he couldn’t do anything, either with a sword or by running away. Most people would stop moving when injured, and quite badly at that, but not this idiot – if he didn’t calm down soon, he’d do himself even more damage than he had already.

Not that anyone really cared. What was one more dead Lan?

Still, all that wiggling and thrashing was starting to be obnoxious, making it hard to focus on enjoying the torment before him. A wave of his hand, and a soldier went off, drawing their sword – a fierce strike on the wiggling Lan disciple’s head and there wasn’t any more flailing.

For some reason, that made Lan Qiren, being beaten in front of him, make a sound, which he’d been stubbornly been refusing to until now, no much how much he was hurt – not much of one, just a little grunt, and then he spat up blood.

Maybe they really had been close.

Wen Xu laughed.

There was more where that was from, he thought, gleeful in a way only misery could bring to him any longer. Lan Qiren fancied himself a teacher, put himself above others, thought himself so high and mighty; it was satisfaction itself to bring him down, throwing him into the mud and muck – to make him remember that he was only flesh and blood, tear away his illusions, force him to see the rest of them…

Maybe this wasn’t about Lan Qiren, but a different sect leader entirely.

Well, it didn’t matter – he was the one who was here. He was the one Wen Xu could hurt.

Lan Qiren could only teach what he knew: now it was his turn to learn, and there were none better than the Wen to teach him the full spectrum of agony.

Wen Xu turned back to focus on what he was doing, only then he frowned. Something was wrong: some smell or feeling, something strange from the soldier that had just returned and who was heading back into the main body of the army –

“Stop him!” he cried out, acting on instinct, but it was too late. The soldier, turning back in surprise, abruptly exploded in a stunning wave of force, the sound arriving only a moment before the blood and guts, not just his own but those around him that were struck by the power of it.

Wen Xu, seething, ordered his men to stop beating Lan Qiren for the moment and strode off to deal with whatever it was. How these damnable Lan had managed to get a bomb onto his soldier, he didn’t know, but he needed to investigate all possible options in case they’d come up with some new counterattack. What if there were spies, or some extra forces he hadn’t noticed? Someone still able to fight…there shouldn’t be, but he had to make absolutely sure.

He wasn’t going to allow anything to get in the way of his victory here.

The Wen sect’s triumph – his father’s triumph – was more important than anything else.

-

“You’ve certainly got a lot of family,” Wei Wuxian said to Lan Jingyi, who beamed at him.

“Did you get all the names down, Senior Wei?” he asked. “Don’t worry if you haven’t, it takes people a while!”

“I bet it does,” Wei Wuxian laughed. Seven children, and all from the same two parents, and cultivator parents, no less – they were certainly very industrious! He’d always heard that cultivators found it far more difficult to have children than regular people, but apparently Lan Jingyi’s parents had managed it somehow.

And that would have been surprising enough, except all of them were also all like Lan Jingyi.

Well, okay, that wasn’t true, he was sure there were some differences between them. Some of them were probably more proper than others, but by and large they were all incredibly un-Lan-like Lans, for all that Lan Wangji sat there beside him in the middle of the noisy room with everyone talking (to the point of hollering, in some cases) and laughing, completely calm and seemingly used to it.

Right at the center of it all was what must be the local patriarch, the one Lan Wangji called Third Uncle and Lan Qiren called Yueheng-xiong, and he was laughing along with the rest of them, smiling so broadly that he almost looked foolish. He had a prosthetic leg that looked pretty interesting – Wei Wuxian hadn’t quite figured how to ask to get a closer look, he’d only seen it briefly when Lan Yueheng had used it to (quite justifiably) kick Lan Jingyi in the ass when he’d said something particularly appalling, though they’d all burst out sniggering immediately thereafter – and his fingers were both bandaged and callused in a way that suggested a far more interesting career than Wei Wuxian would have expected from the Lan sect. According to Lan Wangji, Lan Yueheng specialized in alchemy, which was an area Wei Wuxian hadn’t really ever explored, and which he thought might be very interesting to delve into…

“Hey, Wei-gongzi,” Lan Yueheng said suddenly, squinting at him. “What did you say your name was again? Your full name, I mean.”

“Wei Wuxian,” Wei Wuxian introduced himself, and then, unable to resist, added, “You might know me better as the Yiling Patriarch…”

Lan Wangji delivered his elbow staunchly to Wei Wuxian’s ribs, which was both rather uncharacteristic (at least, not since their adolescence!) and completely unnecessary. Also a bit surprising, actually – did Lan Wangji think Lan Yueheng hadn’t heard?

“Oh,” Lan Yueheng said, blinking, and Lan Jingyi covered his face with his hands. “Oh, I see.”

Maybe he really hadn’t.

“You’re on your last chance, then,” he added, voice just as casual as before, but for some reason that made everyone in the room go dead silent and turn to stare at Wei Wuxian as if he’d suddenly grown another head.

“Last chance?” Wei Wuxian asked, raising his eyebrows. “What’s that mean? Most people say ‘second’ chance…”

“No, it’s last,” Lan Yueheng said peaceably. “I don’t like people who hurt Qiren-xiong, you see, and you’ve done it twice already, once at the Nightless City all that time ago and once just now past when you played him bad music when he was already in pain. That sent him into a coma, you know..? Normally, that would’ve been the last chance. But you’re very dear to little Wangji, and I know you weren’t actually being malicious, so that means you get another chance. One last one.”

“…thanks,” Wei Wuxian said, and picked up his cup again, more to have something to do than out of actual thirst. Was this him feeling awkward? He hadn’t known he knew how to feel awkward. “Out of curiosity, what would happen if I used up all my chances?”

“I wouldn’t talk to you anymore,” Lan Yueheng said promptly, and for a moment Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh – that was it? He wouldn’t talk to him? – except then he felt all those stares from all the kids around him get somehow more pointed. When he subtly glanced around to take in the crowd’s reaction, he noticed that poor Lan Jingyi looked white-faced and miserable, and Lan Wangji didn’t look much better, either, seeming almost sick to his stomach.

“Well, if it helps, I don’t intend to hurt Teacher Lan ever again,” Wei Wuxian said, because he didn’t. “Other than by simply existing in his presence, anyway.”

“Then there’s no problem!” Lan Yueheng said, smiling again, and suddenly everyone was relaxed and talking again as if nothing had happened, though perhaps it was a little louder than before. “Don’t worry too much about Qiren-xiong, Wei-gongzi. He’ll get used to you eventually. He’s a lot of fun, really…”

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a joke – Lan Yueheng seemed completely in earnest – but Lan Wangji and Lan Jingyi both looked deeply relieved, so he just nodded and smiled and thought to himself that he’d believe it when he saw it.

Lan Qiren? Fun? Yeah, right.

“Oh, I know! You should bond. Maybe you should get Qiren-xiong to play you that drinking song he wrote for your mother,” Lan Yueheng said, and Wei Wuxian was so busy getting caught up in Lan Qiren wrote a drinking song that it took him far too long to get to for my mother?! “That was a good one. We use it when we’re drinking juice, mostly, all my children know it –”

“Are you saying Teacher wrote that one?” Lan Jingyi gasped, looking scandalized and delighted to be so. “A-die! You never said!”

“Why would I say…? Anyway, if you’re having any trouble with him, Wei-gongzi, just ask me, I know him best. In the meantime, would you like to come see some of what we’re working on in the alchemy laboratory…?”

Wei Wuxian decided to postpone questions about Lan Qiren for the moment.

“You have,” he said, straightening up with interest, “a laboratory?”

Beside him, Lan Wangji sighed – possibly he’d been hoping to forestall Wei Wuxian finding out about this, the traitor – and Lan Yueheng nodded happily.

“I want to know everything,” Wei Wuxian said enthusiastically. “Everything!”

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Absolutely love Yiling Wei Sect AUs where the rest of the cultivation world think of the Yiling Patriarch as this obscenely powerful and terrifying figure surrounded by his loyal fierce corpses and scary ass disciples only for the reality of life on the Burial Mounds to just be

*Bullies Wei Wuxian* *Bullies Wei Wuxian* *Bullies Wei Wuxian* *Bullies Wei Wuxian* *Bullies W--*

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

Does anyone else get the feeling that at their core, all of mxtx's works are about cycles of abuses.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

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[wangxianficrecs]

Amid the Frost by LtLJ

Amid the Frost

by LtLJ

G, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: The Yiling Patriarch's demonic cultivation sect is invited to help fight a massive waterborne abyss. Exhausted and half-drowned from battling ghouls, Wei Wuxian meets Hanguang-jun. Kay's comments: This is an AU of an AU, basically, it was inspired by LtLJ's series "Fated", which I [and Mojo] also absolutely adore [Mojo's Rec]. Wei Wuxian grew up around the Burial Mounds and started his own sect with the Dafan Wens and here they have their first outing assiting the Lan Sect with dealing with the Waterborne Abyss. Lan Wangji meets him after the fight and takes care of him and ah, they are just so cute and I love how they immediately click, like two puzzle pieces fitting into place. Excerpt: "There is no need for thanks." Lan Wangji started to make tea, his movements precise and elegant. "You are one of the demonic cultivators." "Yes. You -- your sect -- invited us here." The feeling was returning to Wei Wuxian's hands and feet in pinpricks of sensation, the warmth of the tent sinking in, and what he actually wanted to do was curl up next to the braiser and sleep. "We had word of your efforts in Yiling, on the river that was affected by the Burial Mounds runoff." Lan Wangji placed a cup of tea in front of Wei Wuxian. "And it seemed obvious that you would be expert with ghouls." Wei Wuxian couldn't fault that logic. And until this moment he had wondered if maybe the Lan sect had invited them accidentally somehow, and not as a deliberate, sensible quest for helpful knowledge. "Sorry we haven't been more, um, friendly. I bet everyone thinks we won't invite people to our tent because it's full of demonic evil, but really we're worried that if the sects see our dirty laundry it'll ruin the whole Burial Mounds mystique." He still sounded like a raspy crow, rambling. He sipped the tea, the warmth clearing his thoughts, and pulled himself back to the point. "We've had some issues with the other sects, at times. The Jin, the Su."

pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, the untamed canon, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, hypothermia, fluff, caretaking, cold weather, first meetings, different first meeting, yiling wei sect, getting to know each other

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[silverflame2724]

Just gonna throw a few prompts around tumblr to see what sticks.

Jiang Cheng fails a timetravel fix-it, it results in Wei Wuxian pulling a MianMian AU

Jiang Wanyin goes missing from Cloud Recesses a few weeks after Wei Wuxian was sent back to Lotus Pier.

Madam Yu irrationally banishes Wei Wuxian for failing to protect Jiang Wanyin despite him not being there.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian goes investigating to find Jiang Cheng and discovers him alive and well but deaged to a small child with memory loss.

Now Wei Wuxian could return to Lotus Pier... But Jiang Cheng was never fully appreciated there and he's such a cute tot now. Also Wei Wuxian is wary of the unreasonable expectations that young Jiang Cheng would be burdened with to 'do it right this time' by Madam Yu.

So Wei Wuxian gets his dream cottage and farm early and raises Jiang Cheng (renaming him as well because its a new start) again far away from said toxic environment with all the unconditional love and support he should have gotten growing up.

Prioritising parenting over night hunting (because he remembers being orphaned on the streets) Wei Wuxian sits out the Sunshot Campaign completely(to the extent of purposely ignoring all cultivation world news), The Sunshot Campaign lasts long enough that without Wei Wuxian all the sects are in ruins at the end of it.

Years later Jiang Cheng encounters something on a night hunt that restores his memory and the reason he was deaged in the first place. Jiang Cheng had travelled back in time to 'fix' things (funnily enough removing Wei Wuxian from the Jiang before he could antagonise Wen Chao) but the clash of his original core and the transplanted core sent him into a Qi Deviation that de-aged him.

16 years after he was de-aged Jiang Cheng investigates the changed world outside of his home and things are to put it lightly, so much worse.

Lotus Pier is basically gone, Madam Yu is missing her right hand, Yanli is grieving over dead Jin Zixuan. Rebuilding Lotus Pier is impossible because Madam Yu has zero support because of her behaviour and Yanli is basically a grieving ghost.

Lan WangJi is still in a coma from fighting the Xanwu of Slaughter 16ish years ago.

Jin Guangyao is Sect Leader Jin through lack of better option, he very much enjoyed giving Madam Jin the boot from Koi Tower.

All the great sects have been reduced to minor sects with little chance of ever rising again.

Jiang Cheng has no idea how to fix this mess, but he's going to need Wei Wuxian's help.

This. This is an amazing idea.

...........Oops. I think I might've accidentally pressed post. Eh-he.

Also, I was a lot nicer on Wei Wuxian since I could have had Madam Yu whip him before kicking him out. Let's just say that Madam Yu was too distraught or grieved to think about dealing with Wei Wuxian like that, okay?

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It happened a few years after Wei Wuxian’s death. Jiang Cheng had been drowning in his sorrows and had had enough of this. ENough of being alone, enough of missing his parents, his sister, his....his brother. He hated this feeling of guilt over leading the siege, over not doing enough to make everything right. 

And Wei Wuxian’s notes contained just the thing.

Time travel.

It would be risky. If he failed, he would lose his core. But what hasn’t Jiang Cheng lost already?

Laying down the prepared array, he took a deep breath and poured his spiritual energy in. The array lit up and Jiang Cheng felt himself being sucked in. 

.

.

Pain.

All he could feel was pain. Sharp and constant and crushing. 

Everything went black.

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Wei Wuxian had been peacefully studying some random arrays when a shidi of his burst into the room.

“Da-shixiong. Da-shixiong! You have to run now!”

“Huh? Shidi, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Yu-furen! She seemed angry and I eavesdropped and she said she’s kicking you out! I think she’s serious this time!!”

"What reason did she give this time?" Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. Madam Yu made this same threat at least three times a month.

"She said that it's your fault Jiang-gongzi went missing. So....so...."

"Jiang Cheng is missing?!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed.

"Yeah, he went missing on a night hunt at the Cloud Recesses. But never mind that, Da-Shixiong, hurry!"

Frowning, but knowing that this was most likely not a joke, he quickly packed everything - even Suibian - up into qiankun pouches and hid them in his robes.

His shidi left and Madam Yu burst into his room soon after, storming over to him. He tensed up, knowing that that expression meant that he might be punished.

Madam Yu grabbed his collar and dragged him away, tossing him to the ground outside Lotus Pier.

"Yu-furen, what--?" He was smacked across the face as Madam Yu glared at him.

"It's your fault." She hissed at him. "If you were there, you could have prevented A' Cheng from going missing! If only you hadn't been so disobedient--Get out!" Her expression was thunderous and promised a world of pain if he didn't go. "Leave your bell and get lost!"

Shakily, Wei Wuxian untied his bell and ran away from there. He didn't want to stick around to find out what would happen if he tried to contest her decision.

The scars on his back was more than enough proof of what happened when he disobeyed.

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The first step to his new life was finding a steady source of income and that was easy enough. he'd built up a reputation in his time with the Jiang of helping whenever needed so people were more than willing to employ him to assist with local hauntings and minor yaos. (Madam Yu hated going on such easy hunts and often ignored the cry for help in places like these.)

He rather enjoyed this life rather than the restrictive one he led at Yunmeng Jiang where he had to think about politics and the like when no one taught him how to act better.

.

.

Now that he had enough money, Wei Wuxian decided to go investigate Jiang Cheng's disappearance in Gusu. One quick ask around for someone of Jiang Cheng's description and Wei Wuxian headed towards the forest where he was last scene.

After wandering without aim for a while, Wei Wuxian wanted to give up, but soon heard crying in a cave nearby. Wary of it being some kind of creature that wanted to lure him into a trap, he drew Suibian and inched closer to the sound.

Upon seeing a flash of Yunmeng purple, Wei Wuxian gasped as he recognized the robes.

"Jiang Cheng?!" He cried, rushing in.

He couldn't have expected what he saw next.

Cocooned in his now much larger robes was a mini Jiang Cheng!

The child looked frightened and curled away from him, eyes blank and unknowing.

Oh. "Umm, hello" He said quietly and he knelt down a distance away from Jiang Cheng. "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Cheng stayed quiet and looked at him warily. "....Got lost. Got hungry and got lost."

"I see." Wei Wuxian felt guilty. He should have come sooner! "Then, shall gege share some food with you?" He rummaged in his qiankun pouch and brought out two apples. He ate one to show that it was safe and handed the other to the child.

Jiang Cheng eyed it and moved forward to take it. Wei Wuxian did not move, not wanting to frighten him. He quickly grabbed the apple and chowed down on it. Knowing that he'd likely choke, Wei Wuxian carefully put down a waterskin that the child quickly grabbed after he started choking.

Wei Wuxian sighed in relief seeing the mini Jiang Cheng okay now. But.....Jiang Cheng didn't remember him. That was obvious after Wei Wuxian had asked whether he wanted to go home and was given a confused look and a quiet 'to whom?'.

Now Wei Wuxian had a choice. He could quietly return to Lotus Pier with Jiang Cheng and perhaps get back into the good graces of Madam Yu or......he could take care of Jiang Cheng himself.

Jiang Cheng had never been appreciated by his parents, with his father being too strict and his mother always berating him and comparing him to others (though mostly it was Wei Wuxian). Wei Wuxian always wanted to take Jiang Cheng away from such a place where he was never given encouragement but he never could given his status and place among the Jiang.

But now.......

Determination shone in Wei Wuxian's eyes.

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"Baba, baba!" A child squealed happily. "You're back!"

Wei Wuxian smiled back, picking up his child. "I'm back! Have you been good?"

"Yes, yes! I even cleaned the house!"

Wei Wuxian gasped delightedly. "Oh my god, baobei! You're the best!"

"Mm!"

It had been nearly a year since Wei Wuxian had found the amnesiac de-aged Jiang Cheng and a few months since they finally settled down in a cottage on the outskirts of the cultivation world. Wei Wuxian had worked tirelessly to get them this far and he has to say, he's done a magnificent job at child rearing!

It had taken a few weeks to get Jiang Cheng to trust him enough to leave with him and another week to travel away from the sects. Along the way, Wei Wuxian took lower level night hunts to earn some income. Any time there was talk of a strong monster abouts, Wei Wuxian considered helping them, but knew that he was one bad night hunt away from leaving Jiang Cheng on the streets to fend for himself.

His parents' ends were a stark reminder of that so Wei Wuxian did not take the night hunts. However, he did not feel good about leaving the innocent to fend for themselves until whatever sect was nearby deemed it worthy enough of their attention. For places like these, Wei Wuxian stayed longer in order to create some talismans to ensure protection against such beasts. He was always paid for his work, of course - he has a child to feed, after all! - but tried not to deprive a family of all their funds. He wasn't heartless.

And so, life had passed like this until he assisted an elderly couple near the edge of a place called Yunnan. The couple had no children to speak of and no relatives so they had asked Wei Wuxian if he could look after his garden and cottage once they passed.

Wei Wuxian wasn't one to refuse since this meant a steady roof over their heads and a constant source of food nearby.

He accepted.

That's where he's living now with Jiang Cheng who's been newly renamed to Wei Hu (lake), courtesy name: Chunyu (spring rain).

They'd been living without troubles for some time now that Wei Wuxian had largely left the cultivation world. Of course, he occasionally disguised himself and headed to his merchant who sold his talismans for him from time to time, but aside from that, he largely stayed at home with his adorable child, farming away while his donkey brayed in the background.

This life was one he had always wanted. A partner, a child, him and a donkey. He's missing a partner, a lifelong companion, for now but he could be content without one. Not many people want a single father as their spouse and Wei Wuxian could be content with that.

(There were whispers of a war between the cultivation sects but why should that matter to Wei Wuxian? He was no longer a part of them.)

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Many years later.......

Wei Chunyu was on a night hunt by himself! His baba had finally allowed him to go hunt beasts alone!! Baba was always protective over him despite how strong he had gotten. After finally managing to hit his baba while they sparred, he was allowed to go hunt for himself without supervision.

Licking his lips, he readied his sword for whatever monster lurked before him.

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.

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Jiang Cheng felt like he had been hit by a bear yao. Just what on earth had happened?? Shaking his dizzy head, he tried to remember what had happened.

I activated the array and I remember seeing my much younger hands and then..... Jiang Cheng jolted in shock. I qi-deviated!I qi-deviated and turned into a child because of a dissonance with the core from my future life and the core of my past life! But why? The array said my cores should merge, but maybe....because mine was brought back by Baoshan Sanren.....

Jiang Cheng gathered himself and then remembered. He remembered the life he had lead after that.

Wei Wuxian.....adopted me! He adopted me and took care of me and.....and loved me. Even though I.....I....I was planning on removing him from the Jiang before he could ever cross paths with Wen Chao. I mean, I guess, in a way, I did remove him from the Jiang but what happened with the war? It's been so long.

Shaking off his dread, he strapped his sword to his side and went into town. Asking discretely around for some information, citing that he didn't know anything because he's from Yunnan, Jiang Cheng held his head in his hands in distress.

The war had been won by the Sunshot allies. But all the sects were in ruin by the ends of it.

The Wen sect is still there but only the healers and civilians had been left. Wen Qing had taken ahold of the remnants of the clan, given reparations to the sects for Qishan Wen's crimes and dissolved the Qishan Wen sect and soon disappearing with her family from the rest of the world.

Lotus Pier still met the same end, having been decimated. But his mother was still alive, merely missing her right hand and some pride. (Though her reputation as someone too fierce and always angry had driven away what little recruits the Jiang had.) His sister - he could nearly cry at that - was alive but Jin Zixuan was still dead, leaving her as a husk of herself. Jin Guangyao had become the head of the Jin sect after his father's untimely death and booting Madam Jin back to her maiden family.

The Lan sect is barely hanging on, with Lan Xichen grieving over his comatose brother who had become like that through the draining fight with the Xuanwu of Slaughter and Lan Qiren barely alive.

The Nie sect has been reduced to nearly nothing as well, what with Nie Mingjue half-dead from multiple qi-deviations and Nie Huaisang who was suddenly thrust into the Sect Leader role unprepared.

"It's a mess." He muttered to himself. "It's all a mess."

Jiang Cheng has no idea how to fix this mess, but he's going to need Wei Wuxian's help. But....how?

No matter how much of a genius Wei Wuxian was, there was no bringing back the dead from life, not with how uninvolved Wei Wuxian was with demonic cultivation in this life and how the bodies had probably been cremated already.

Of course, he could rally together the Jiang sect again but if rumors of how volatile his mother was were true......perhaps it would be best not to provoke her.

They could bring his sister with them. She was alive and....well, not quite well, but she was alive! And maybe taking her out of the cultivation world will do her some good. It sure did Jiang Cheng a whole lot better....wait. What is he thinking?!

Jiang Cheng shook his head. No matter how comfortable his life was with Wei Wuxian, he shouldn't be thinking like this! But.....his sister deserves some peace after everything that's happened to her.

And Lan Wangji......well. Having a sect leader in his debt would be nice. Wei Wuxian was sure to concoct some sort of miracle with his talismans and bring Lan Wangji back to consciousness. If Lan Xichen were to be grateful to them, it would surely help with.....something. Maybe he could even solve Nie Mingjue's health issues!

But he would have to discuss everything first and maybe even tell Wei Wuxian the truth of how this all occurred?

Jiang Cheng packed up his stuff and headed back......back home. Because it was his home now. Wei Wuxian had always irritated him and Jiang Cheng even hated him, despised the very thought of him. But in this life.....it was different. Wei Wuxian......was a great father and raised him extremely well.

But.....what if Wei Wuxian grew angry with him for all of this? He didn't know what to think or how Wei Wuxian would act.

As his mind clouded up with worries, he hadn't realized he had already returned.

"A' Yu? Are you back already?"

Jiang Cheng froze up and Wei Wuxian's warm smile graced him. "Uhh...."

"Hm? What's wrong A' Yu? Did the night hunt go wrong? Did you get hurt?"

"No. It went fine. But....But Baba--" God, that sounds so weird! "--I have something to tell you."

"You can tell me anything. You know I'm always here to listen."

Jiang Cheng's heart warmed. "Well, you see, the thing is....."

He'd figure this out. They'd both figure this out. And maybe, this time around, the three of them would always be together.

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Aaaaaaand that's a wrap! How did you all like it?

[ultfreakme]

XiCheng post-canon would be especially wild if XiYao was a thing because history repeating itself as in we move on from Lan Xichen's parents disaster marriage to Jiang Cheng's parents disaster marriage!

Starring:

Jiang Cheng- Yu Ziyuan

Lan Xichen- Jiang Fengmian

Jin Guangyao- Cangse Sanren

Like I highly doubt Jiang Cheng is forgiving of Jin Guangyao at the start and when he starts liking Lan Xichen he is sooooo not going to get that Lan Xichen will love Jin Guangyao and the memories. BUT, and here is the change- he potentially could be more understanding of Lan Xichen's love for Jin Guangyao because of Jin Ling's lingering love for his other uncle.

Jin Ling is like, both Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng in this repeat of parent marriage disaster. Like, Jin Ling is 'Wei Wuxian' in the way that he is also the 'child' of a dead former love. But things are changed because Jiang Cheng, unlike Yu Ziyuan, loves Jin Ling to death so he can't fully disregard and dismiss Jin Guangyao without hurting Jin Ling(and he'd do anything for Jin Ling).

And i know people say Lan Xichen probably won't like Jiang Cheng because he's too aggressive, but Lan Xichen was also sworn brothers married with Nie Mingjue who will remain on top of the Jianghu's next top model for Most Angy were he alive. And he probably feels hella freaking guilty for leaving Jin Ling to death with the disaster Jin Guangyao left.

The parent marriage mistake probably won't be repeated by Jiang Cheng because Jiang Cheng had front row seats to Yu Ziyuan's IssuesTM fighting a losing battle with a dead woman. Lan Xichen has heard shit about the Jiang fam's disaster nuptials and he likely knows the kind of person Jiang Cheng is. If they've both learned to grow from the end of the novel, then Jiang Cheng won't choose to hold himself to a standard that he'll always fall short of and Lan Xichen will not ignore the ugly parts ahead of them and chooses to disrupt things even if it means shattering the peace for a while.

It's just them seeing cycles all over again; would they break it? Would they let it play its course?

Also, them helping Jin Ling find his footing as sect leader, accidental coparenting.

[micamicster]

I just am obsessed with any story that’s about people who love each other but cannot do justice to that love because they have a duty to something else first. That there is something else fundamental and demanding that they must choose over love every time. To be forced to choose one irreplaceable thing over another etc etc