#siege of burial mounds

[jiangchengneedstherapy]

The fact that Jiang Cheng was there seeing it happen as Jiang Yanli pushed WWX out the way, taking the hit for him and still blames it on WWX like they weren't all gathered to pledge death upon him and Wen Remnants after Wen Qing and Wen Ning's death as repayment to leave them alone. Jiang Cheng was also there seeing it happen as the people in Nightless City attacked WWX first, and then 2-3 months later he was the one leading the siege to kill WWX and Wen Remns, (remaining family of WQ and WN, including a granny and a toddler) Yunmeng Jiang was the greatest force even Jins were second in it. Like if he doesn't want to do anything to help don't make it worse? Maybe even a hypothetical "You know my sister died saving this man, I won't tarnish her sacrifice by killing him." and walk away from it or bring small forces like Lans and Nies did? Like LXC wasn't even leading the Lans, LQR was so it doesn't even have to be sect leaders up there, but he not only led the entirety of it but also brought the most men and resources like.. And years later he still makes it WWX's fault like at least tell the truth to Jin Ling?

[lady-of-the-spirit]

"JC should have defended WWX and the Wen remnants-" babe he has no political capital right now. He's rebuilding his sect from the ground up after a war. He's been locked out of the Venerated Triad. He's the youngest sect leader. How could he have defended them and not doomed himself and his sect all over again.

[irafook]

A-yuan ❤

[wangxianficrecs]

patching the road with vague intentions

patching the road with vague intentions

by loosingletters (@loosingmoreletters)

T, WIP, 39k, Wangxian

Summary: “What have you done!?” thundered a voice Wei Wuxian had, frankly speaking, never wanted to hear again. “Old man Lan?” Wei Wuxian blurted out, staring at the aged face of his former teacher. At the back of his mind, Wei Wuxian remembered the cut of his robes, that he wasn’t dressed like a widow at all, but like a Lan. Lan Qiren looked around, his gaze stuck somewhere above Wei Wuxian’s head, most likely the half-ruined summoning array behind him – fucking stupid, Wei Wuxian should’ve gotten rid of it immediately. Just why did it have to be a Lan summoning him, why Lan Qiren his visitor at the door? Wasn’t death enough punishment? “Wei Wuxian?” Lan Qiren asked wearily. Or, Wei Wuxian is summoned back to life in the Cloud Recesses. Unfortunately, the person to find him is Lan Qiren, forcing the unlikely duo to work together to keep the circumstances Wei Wuxian's return undiscovered. Kay's comments: Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren go on a friendship-roadtrip - the story. I must admit that I'm always a bit hesitant when it comes to good uncle Lan Qiren stories, but so far, this one doesn't disappoint! It's not being too easy on him and it'll certainly take a lot of work (and a very long roadtrip) for him and Wei Wuxian to become friends, but it feels natural in this story. Here, Wei Wuxian gets summoned back earlier and in the body of Lan Wangji's wife. So far, there haven't been any gender-feelings on Wei Wuxian's front apart from him thinking how nice it would be to have a family with Lan Wangji hehe. Excerpt: But the letter was just that, a letter and nothing else. Wei Wuxian was stunned from the first line on. This had to be a joke, right? Wei Wuxian remembered Lan Zhan and Lan Qiren’s handwriting, and it certainly wasn’t theirs, but he doubted any Lan would dare indulge in such a horrible lying scheme. “You’re joking, aren’t you?” Wei Wuxian asked regardless and to his immense horror, Lan Qiren’s expression only tightened and not in the oh-no-I’ve-been-caught way, but the how-dare-you-suggest-this way. “Wang Chunhua is Lan Zhan’s wife?” Wei Wuxian stared down at his hands before catching sight of the bronze mirror again. This was the woman Lan Zhan had married? Wei Wuxian supposed she was pretty enough, with her round face and big eyes. Had the old fuddy-duddy fallen in love after all? Wei Wuxian had assumed Lan Zhan would end up unmarried for his whole life, admired but eternally unattainable. Her personality and skill must be outstanding if they’d married. “Read,” Lan Qiren ordered and for once, Wei Wuxian was inclined to obey.

pov lan qiren, pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, post-first siege of the burial mounds, resurrected wei wuxian, trans wei wuxian, developing friendship, good uncle lan qiren, hurt/comfort, golden core reveal, slow burn, mo xuanyu lives, a-qing lives, case fic, mystery

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[touchlikethesun]

i get the feeling that jiang cheng is holding the deaths of jfm yzy and jyl (and jzx) over wei wuxian's head because he feels as tho he needs a more honorable (valid) excuse to hate him, because admitting that he hates him for leaving would be in his eyes to admit to still caring about wwx and to admit to weakness.

"i hate you for the deaths you caused" is noble and righteous.

"i hate you for leaving me" is weak and pathetic.

but i do think it's the latter point that's the real hold-out, if wei wuxian had found a way to stay, to keep his oath to be jiang cheng's subordinate, to keep being half of the twin heroes of yunmeng... i think jiang cheng would have forgiven him.

[khattikeri]

kind of impressive how lan xichen manages to still be perceived as a smart but tragically kindhearted and righteous man when he consistently, easily, and very intentionally turns a blind eye to wrongdoing from people (jin guangyao) or groups (gusu lan, the jianghu in general) whom he tells himself "have a good reason" to do violent and immoral things. he's not dumb and he wasn't sadly misled by one bad apple. he was just an enabler who didn't want to examine or challenge his perception of them as good people.

[lancabbage]

PLEASE 😂

Some comments on my post because I dared to point out MDZS is third person omniscient and anyone calling WWX an unreliable narrator is stupid... Sorry, did I hit a nerve?

Apparently, according to JC stans, by actually reading the novel as intended and coming to the logical conclusion that WWX is morally good and even meant to be the moral ideal of the story (which MXTX has stated herself...) we are just doing the same as said JC stans...

Firstly, we don't "excuse" the things WWX did because most of them are actually completely justified and only morons would argue otherwise (he was in a war, revenge was expected and if he didn't it would be considered dishonourable and JZX was a fucking accident during an ambush to kill him ffs 🤣) he did admit he went too far during the war and he resolved to never do that again. That's the fucking point. He's one of the few characters who actually understands he did make a mistake and he owns it!!! He doesn't do it again, he learns from his mistake and moves on. He literally saved the assholes who came to murder him in his first life! Lmfao. We're not saying he's never done anything wrong ,you absolute melons.

But...BUT!!!! The most HILARIOUS thing about those comments are they basically admitted JC stans excuse his shitty behaviour and toxic attitude lmfao!!! Well done 👏 that's progress 🤣

[violet-petals-in-the-rain]

Y'all ever think NMJ being on the backline in leading the Nie during the first siege of burial mounds meant he never knew/met the Wen Remnants, too busy fighting with corpses?

(Like we know he didnt care to look into them but yea-)

Like I was re-reading MDZS and I came across a passage where he came across a tired mother and child after killing Wen Xu and he was like its just civillians move along (admittedly on the Nie territory), idk with how black and white MXTX made him I'd like to think if the clothes they were wearing were changed to Wen clothing, it shouldn't be enough for him to raise his saber against them.

Just a small headcanon (that I absolutely love NMJ internally battling against himself, against his personal grievances VS his rigid moral compass and ultimately having realizations that he wasn't as righteous as he'd like to believe)

[bamboo-gdn]

Wei WuXian didn't fail.

Burial Mounds settlement with the Wens wasn't worthless. And I'm not saying this because Sizhui survived. Wei WuXian gave them a place to live together. It wasn't the best place but it was something, more than the cultivation world had allowed them. Because the Wen Remnants were doomed since the end of the war, they were destined to die. So what matters is how they died. They didn't die humiliated in a labour camp but fighting for the life they had a right to live.

Wei WuXian gave them time, time they treasured till the end and even after the end. Because of that, even after being killed unjustified and not being given a proper burial they were able to move on. Because of that, when they came back they decided it was more important to protect those they had left than to harm those who had killed them.

So, Wei WuXian didn't fail.

[benevolenterrancy]

Do any NieYao (or general 3zun) shippers follow me? I've been tossing around the idea of a nieyao fic but I'm getting tripped up by timeline shit because good lord JGY's life is a nightmare... is there anyone who wouldn't mind either:

a) chatting with me about timeline/canon stuff to help me get sorted

b) sending me recs of their favourite nieyao fics 👀 for, uh, strictly research related purposes for sure for sure

[only10th]

Random thought of the day of Jiang Cheng being hunted by Wei Wuxian’s memory.

Jiang Cheng definitely saw Wei Wuxian everywhere he went. It had been months since the siege had happened, yet the shock of it had lingered ever since. It was an odd feeling, he had seen the dark cultivator die with his own eyes. He had the bamboo flute that had created an indescribable terror in the cultivation world to prove it. The evidence of said event was right there… Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that Wei Wuxian would come back?

No matter how many times he gazed at the flute, no matter how many times he would get praised for vanquishing the evil Yiling Patriarch, Jiang Cheng still saw the boy he grew up with running through the empty halls of Lotus Pier, his laughter carried on the wind that made his red ribbon flutter with each movement.

Sometimes the quiet and stillness of the night would be too much to bear, and some nights it was better to remain awake. Just like when they were younger, how he would notice Wei Wuxian’s absence because he used to sneak out and the room would fall quiet without the constant shifting in his sleep and soft sleep filled mumbles.

He’d often wake up in a cold sweat, muttering his name before dragging himself in a daze towards the lake in the middle of the night, because he knew Wei Wuxian liked to sneak out and take a midnight swim, especially after his mother found whatever excuse to punish him. But there was no one there. No one swims under the moonlight, disturbing the still waters of the lotus lake. There was no quick yet quiet sound of a certain sword cutting through the humid air, the head disciple of Yunmeng practicing his sword forms over and over, even if everyone in lotus pier knew he didn’t have a need to do it, because he was already extraordinary and a skillful swordsman.

“Jiang Cheng, It’s so hot in here, let’s go for a swim!” He’d hear that excited, cheerful voice next to him, as if time had remained frozen on the good days. If he focused his gaze towards the horizon, he could trick his mind into thinking Wei Wuxian was sitting next to him. “Look, the sky is so full of stars! I bet they look better from the lake, come on, we’ll be back before anyone notices!”

“I hate you… I hate you so much…” the words are gritted out, fingers gripping the dark bamboo flute tight and closer to his chest. The water sloshes quietly, and he hates how quiet it is. He never thought he would hate the silence so much. “I hate you, Wei Wuxian. You took everything from me…” He whispered over and over, hoping to believe those words over the tears silently sliding down his face.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

currently thinking about just how much su minshan was willing to sacrifice--of himself, and of other people who relied on and trusted in him--to protect jin guangyao

goes 2 my knees, clutches my hair

[sepia-mahogany]

Re-reading MDZS and reaching the second siege, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning and the Wen Remnants 😭

This was one of the houses that he had built himself. Before he left, the house had still been fine. Although it was crude, it was a place to seek shelter from the weather, nonetheless holding the people he was familiar with; the people he treasured. In the saying 'the things remain but the people don't', at least 'the things' still remained. With such a scene in front of him, there wasn't even anything to remind him of the people whom he missed. Wei WuXian, "Don't look anymore." Wen Ning, "… I knew that it'd be like this a long time ago. I just wanted to see if there was anything left…"

Wei WuXian's lips trembled. He seemed as if he wanted to say something, but still he couldn't say it. He lowered his head and bestowed upon them a heavy salute. His voice was rasp, "… Thank you." Lan WangJi saluted as well.

When they were fighting, the blood corpses seemed as fierce as could be, but right now, when facing them, they still appeared hideous, but their movements seemed somewhat clumsy. At varied times, they bent down and lifted their hands, returning the salute. And then, as if something had sucked out the energy and life within them, they all collapsed at once. Their blood-colored bodies seemed to be fragile porcelain, cracking apart inch by inch, their pieces growing smaller and smaller. If another gust of wind blew over, there might be nothing left. Wen Ning threw himself onto the ground, using his hands to gather up the crimson ashes.

[haru-with-mdzs]

I realized that Wei Wuxian's death could have been prevented if Jin Zixuan hadn't died.

Think about it.

The Siege of The Burial Mounds was led after the death of Jin Zixuan and the Jin Clan was one of the major clans that led the siege.

If Jin Zixuan hadn't died, all those cultivation clans wouldn't have gathered to plot Wei Wuxian's death because that is Jin Zixuan's beloved wife's younger brother. He would have naturally prevented this meeting and the other clans would have listened. And if the meeting didn't take part, Jiang Yanli wouldn't have died either.

Who knew Wei Wuxian's life string would have been connected with Jin Zixuan's?

[wangxianficrecs]

Devil Flute Upon Graves, Wei Ying by cloudyrobinwrites (jwyoomi)

Devil Flute Upon Graves, Wei Ying

by cloudyrobinwrites (jwyoomi) (@chirpycloudyrobin)

M, WIP, Series, 47k, Wangxian & Hualian

Summary: Wei Wuxian received the news of his first death a little bit too late. Kay's comments: I think this series was a Follower Rec during the last WIP Rec Week and I picked it up there, because it sounded absolutely delightful and it sure didn't disappoint! Here, Wei Wuxian died earlier, but he didn't notice! He only noticed when he was staying in the Burial Mounds with the Wens and that changed a lot. For one, he's a ghost, so when he "dies" again, he actually goes full TGCF and even meets Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. Really interesting world-building. The current and ongoing part of the series is a canon retelling of how Wei Wuxian being a death changed his resurrection. Also! Xuanli as Gods! And Jin Ling growing up under their proctection! So much good stuff. Excerpt: “I would know if you’re dead, Wei Wuxian,” Wen Qing tells him. “I’m your doctor.” Wei Wuxian sputters, “W- Well, look again!” He shoves his wrists at Wen Qing, his face just a tad bit hysterical. Okay, maybe he’s not taking this ‘I’ve actually been dead the entire time’ debacle as well as he thought. Wen Qing gives him a look that is half-exasperated and half-concerned and checks his pulse anyways. Maybe she’s thinking that all that demonic cultivation is chipping away at what remains of his sanity. Maybe she’s right. A few moments pass. Wen Qing slowly lets go of Wei Wuxian’s wrists and looks him dead in the eyes. “Wei Wuxian,” Wen Qing says, slowly and deliberately. “What did you do?”

pov alternating, canon divergence, tian guan ci fu fusion, hua cheng/xie lian, ghost wei wuxian, hurt/comfort, burial mounds settlement dwys, post-first siege on the burial mounds, mo xuanyu lives, immortal jiang yanli, immortal jin zixuan, fix-it of sorts, somebody lives/not everybody dies

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[sasukimimochi]

Part 1 Part 2 (you are here) Part 3 (in progress...) ...

For warnings/etc, refer to part 1 (there are no new warnings for this part) Art/more info for this fic can be found in my masterpost.

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Part 2

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The journey to the location the corpse wanted was slow, due to Lan Wangji’s injuries and Wei Wuxian’s rigid body. The ever silent Wen Yuan peered over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders as he held onto them, eyes big and round as he looked at who he onced called rich-gege.

Lan Wangji couldn’t focus enough to even notice.

Upon arrival, Lan Wangji swayed, knees shaking as he collapsed. If not for Wei Wuxian who had been in front of him, he would definitely be on the floor, but his resentment did the job of keeping his legs locked so he didn’t fall with all three of them.

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian used his resentment to support his arms, supporting Lan Wangji with one while setting Wen Yuan down with the other. “A..Yuan…” He gestured to the dilapidated bed in the abandoned home loosely. “Dust…”

Wen Yuan scampered over quietly to the wooden bed to remove rubble and dust, wiping as much off as he could with his little hands. While he did that, Wei Wuxian very slowly stepped forward, one foot after another until he stood next to it. “Yuan…”

The little boy moved out of the way, starting to look around for anything for the hurt gege to rest his head on. “Ah!” He tugged on the shredded curtains, and with a few big heaves, he fell back in a heap. He popped out of the gray cloth, the sight making the corpse’s eyes squint slightly in what Wen Yuan thinks is his way of laughing now. “Xian-gege...” He speaks very quietly in a hoarse tone, much more quietly than he usually does, as he toddles clumsily back over with the armful of cloth.

“Thank…you…” Wei Wuxian carefully lowered Lan Wangji to the bed first so he was sitting, supporting him with one arm while Wen Yuan helped him fold the curtain into a make-shift headrest with the other.

Once Lan Wangji was comfortably settled on his stomach and his head resting, the corpse exhaled quietly as if whatever he had just done with the little boy was quite the task. Well, it was, but not when he was alive it wasn’t. “A-Yuan…” He holds out his hand slowly for the boy to take, then helps him get on the bed to sit beside the man. “Stay…”

Wen Yuan whimpered and held onto Wei Wuxian’s robes, a little tremor in his shoulders. “S-scared, baba…”

The corpse froze momentarily, but then allowed himself to fall to his knees once more and lean into the arms that came to hug his face. This was no surprise to Wei Wuxian. He’d not seen it all, but the little boy had seen too much. “Baba…will be…outside…pick…herbs.”

“Baba…”

He nuzzled the boy to comfort him, but for a time, all Wen Yuan did was cling harder. “Watch…Lan Zhan…Baba…will be…right…here.”

Lan Wangji stared at the two with half-lidded eyes, feeling a deep aching throb move over his back in waves. “I won’t let anything happen to him…” His voice came quiet as if trying to match their volumes without thinking, but really it was just the exhaustion.

Wei Wuxian lifted his head slowly, his hand once more naturally returning to the little one’s back in slow, silent strokes. His gaze was calculating, but then he spoke once more. “You’re hurt.” He repeated, leaning down to hold his mouth against Wen Yuan’s forehead in what seemed to be a mock-kiss before gently scooting him back onto the bed. “Don’t…touch…Lan Zhan..’s….back.” The corpse leaned in and whispered something into the child’s ear, before finally letting him go to get up.

Lan Wangji’s eyelashes lowered in slow, drowsy movements. Ah…his back must be a mess if the other could tell where he was injured. He couldn’t find it in himself to regret it though, not as he watched the slow retreat of black robes through the broken doorway with blurry eyes. 

His eyes felt heavy, but much more so as a small warmth leaned into his side carefully and held his hand. He wanted to turn his head, but it hurt too much, he was too tired…too…

Too…

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