#Jin Rulan: a study in love and grief

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

Do you think Jiang Cheng loves Jin Ling so much because aside from raising him as his own child and being his only living family, he is also the only thing he has left from his siblings?

He is half A-Li, and A-Ying gave him his name.

[honibee-arts]

Hello! For the ship prompt, could you write about Zhuiyi getting together when Jingy finds out Sizhui is a Wen? Please!

Lan Sizhui. Lan Yuan. That was the name he had answered to for as long he had answered to.

Lan.

Not Wen, Lan.

That was the name they all knew him by, the name he knew himself by for so long. He knew the history of his people, both what shufu had warned of and condemned in his lectures, but also the stories of family he never knew from his parents and Uncle Ning.

"Would they think of me differently if I told them?" he had asked his cousin as they sat by the memorial they had built.

Uncle Ning was quiet, his dark, dull eyes staring up at the inscription of his sisters name.

"That depends. The Wen name is a curse. We all suffered because of his arrogance. I lost my life, so did A-Jie, and Puopuo, and Uncle Four, even before them... Your birth parents did. I carry the burden, and for so long I have carried it alone. That kind of damnation... You're too bright to be held back by it, A-Yuan." He replied, speaking slowly as a thoughtful expression took over his still soft features. He still looked so young despite his grey skin and the black veins licking up his neck and jaw from the dusty collars of his tattered robes. "Jin Rulan may not take it well, after all he still does not feel safe around me... I don't blame him. It was my fault, what happened to his father."

"You had no control..." Sizhui said quietly, looking worriedly at his cousin. "You can't blame yourself for the things Jin Guangyao, Su She and Xue Chengmei made you do."

"Perhaps. Ouyang Zizhen might not think too much of it."

"And A-Yi?" Sizhui asked nervously as his cousin laughed softly.

"Oh? He's A-Yi now? When did that happen?" his cousin asked.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your father acted the same way about your mother. I know how you feel about that boy."

"I'm an adult you can't tease me about these things!"

"Master Wei seems to do it a lot."

"Just because Wei-Qianbei does it doesn't make it right... Besides... I'm not allowed to think about having a cultivation partner until I'm 30..."

"Hanguang Jun seems to be a strict parent."

"It wasn't Hanguang Jun who made that rule. It was Wei-Qianbei."

"Alright. I don't know much about love, I never really got to have that kind of life... But, A-Yuan, if he loves you, he won't care."

Sizhui nodded, picking up his sword and standing up. He bowed to his cousin and to the memorial they had built together.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning."

"You don't need to bow to me, I'm your cousin."

"It's disrespectful..."

"That is another thing, A-Yuan, by name you may be Wen, but by heart, soul and mind you are more Lan than most I know. A name is a name. It carries weight yes but it does not define you."

Sizhui smiled, allowing himself to be carefully pulled into a hug. Uncle Ning was still so careful with his strength, afraid to even slightly squeeze him. It brought a smile to his face.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning."

"Good luck, A-Yuan."

"Thank you."

When Sizhui returned to Cloud Recesses he found Jingyi standing idly by the gates.

"Jingyi!" Sizhui grinned, dismounting his sword and trying to keep his voice level as to not stress his poor grand uncle any further.

Jingyi grinned and sprinted toward him.

"Sizhui!" he yelled, laughing happily. Sizhui winced. Three rules broken in five seconds. Not Jingyi's personal best, but still a feat his Ba would call impressive.

"Jingyi, don't run..."

"It's been three months I missed you!" he threw himself at Sizhui, crushing him in a hug. He had to ignore how his cheeks burned.

"I missed you too..."

"You barely wrote to me! You wrote to Hanguang Jun and Wei Qianbei more than me!" Jingyi whined.

"I'm sorry... I... Jingyi... I have something I need to tell you."

"Yeah? I have something to tell you too."

"Y-You do?"

"Yeah, I do-"

"LAN JINGYI." Shufu roared from the stairs. "How many times must you be punished before you learn?! When will you stop testing my patience like this?!"

"Ugh. There's your grand uncle." Jingyi groaned.

"Jingyi..."

"You are not meant to abandon your post when you are on watch, Lan Jingyi. On top of this, you have raised your voice multiple times, expressed excessive joy, and ran."

"You seem to break that first one a lot, shufu."

"Talking back?! Again?! Have you no shame?! Go to the courtyard and copy our disciplines ten times while on your arms."

"Handstands? Again?"

"Fifteen times!"

Jingyi groaned and pulled away.

"I'll see you later, Sizhui."

"Bye..."

Sizhui watched his friend follow his grand uncle back up the winding staircase carved into the mountain, sighing as he tucked his sword into his belt and taking the path around the back of the mountains for a change. He supposed now was the time to give the rabbits a visit after so long.

He wandered up the mountain path, smiling at the clusters of white and single speck of black amongst them. The rabbits seemed to play happily without a care in the world, and the one black rabbit amongst them was just one of them. He wished his life was as simple as theirs. They had no names, no title, no politics. The black rabbit was just another rabbit, even amongst the cluster of white. Perhaps that what he was, a rabbit of a different colour but a rabbit no less.

"Are you alright, Sizhui?"

Sizhui jumped, gasping softly as he met the gaze of his uncle. After so long apart, his uncle looked haggard, still wrought with guilt and grief, thin and wafish, malnourished, pale. It made his heart ache, seeing someone who was once so happy and joyful broken down so much by such cruel manipulation

"Zewu Jun." he moved to bow but his uncle held his hand up. The sleeve of his robes slid down and pooled at his elbow, revealing just how gaunt he had become.

"Sizhui, when it is just us you can call me shushu. It is alright. You have no need to bow to me." he said softly.

"Apologies, shushu."

"No need. You seem troubled, nephew. Talk to me?"

"I would not want to be a burden"

"My nephew is not a burden. I would appreciate the company as a reprive to my seclusion."

Sizhui nodded hesitantly, following as his uncle guided them to sit on a log by the cluster of bunnies. Sizhui fiddled with his pendant as he explained his concerns to his uncle, who listened to him with an attentive patience and an empathetic insight.

Speaking with his uncle was safe. Things like this, he was unsure about speaking about with his parents. He never spoke with Hanguang Jun about such things and Wei-Qianbei teased him before threatening to cut off Jingyi's hands.

"If Jingyi truly cares about you, he will not change his thoughts of you because of your ancestry. You are yourself, you are not your distant relatives. He is smart enough to know that."

Sizhui nodded.

"Uncle Ning said the same thing..."

"Then you know what you must do."

"Yes..."

"I wish you luck. I'm sure your father will have more than words for Jingyi if he rejects you."

"Ba threatened to cut his hands off."

His uncle smiled at him.

"I am still sect leader, so the both of you have my blessing and your parents cannot stop me, Sizhui."

"Ah... Thank you, shushu." Sizhui bowed despite his uncles protest and continued up the mountain path to the dorms, in need of a bath and a change of clothes after travelling for so long.

"Sizhui? You wanted to talk to me?" Jingyi asked, walking into their shared dorm.

Sizhui swallowed thickly, looking up from his book. He saved his place with a ribbon and cleared his things. He tried to take a deep breath and keep calm, yet the anxiety began to flare up inside him.

"I... Yes. Two things really."

"I'm all ears, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Sizhui nodded once more, sitting near Jingyi.

"Yeah... I... You know how Hanguang Jun adopted me?" he began awkwardly.

"Yeah?"

"I... My original family. My birth parents..." he took a deep breath, trying to ignore how Jingyi studied him quietly. "Were Wens. Specifically the offshoot in Yiling... The one Wei-Qianbei looked after... He adopted me then. And then he... Yknow. And Hanguang Jun took me in after."

Silence swallowed the room. Jingyi, for once, was quiet. Too quiet. Sizhui hugged himself, dreading what his outspoken friend would finally say.

"... You're the most Lan Lan who ever Lanned. Your ancestry doesn't mean shit to me." Jingyi said after a heavy silence, causing Sizhui to laugh.

"Jingyi! Language!" he hissed.

"No, it's true. You're still Sizhui. It doesn't matter to me what your parents were, you're still you and.... You're very special to me." Jingyi mumbled at the end, a rosy blush spreading onto his cheeks.

"I'm... I'm special to you?" Sizhui asked, feeling his cheeks burn.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Like... Special special?"

Jingyi stiffened next to him, his hand hesitantly creeping toward his, tangling shyly with his fingers.

"Yes... I... I like you, Sizhui. A lot...."

"Like... Cultivation partner like?"

"I thought your parents forbid you from that until you were old and like them."

"They won't know if I'm thinking about it.." Sizhui looked down, grinning to himself. "Besides, Zewu Jun gave us his blessing."

[curiosity-killed]

a bow for the bad decisions

canon-divergent AU from ep. 24 (on ao3)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16 | part 17 | part 18

Nerves tumble through him, all delighted energy racing in his veins in place of blood. His robes are new, a surprise from Wen Qing, Granny, and two of the aunties. Ink-dark clouds bloom over rich blue silk the color of the first bruising brush of night, a deep red robe rustling underneath. Running his fingertips down along the neat folds, he bites back a shaking smile. He’s going to meet his nephew. He’s going to see shijie and Jiang Cheng and he’s finally going to meet his first baby nephew. If excitement were an animal, his would be a hundred gilded canaries flocking and whirling behind his ribs. He’s inundated, suffused. Joy is such a vibrant rush that it blots out all else. Under the sun-white glow of it, he can think of little else but the excitement of the day. There is no room for his worries: whether the sects will ever let the Wens go in peace to a new home; how Uncle Four and Granny are going to get through the worst days of winter; what it means that the back of his hip keeps going funny lately, like the threads holding it in place are slowly unraveling. Sliding a small wooden box into his robes over his heart, he steps outside. Wen Qing’s waiting, clearly pretending she’s not by studying the lotus pond like it holds some secret message. By her side, Wen Ning holds a-Yuan on his lap, listening seriously as the boy chatters and waves one of his spinning toys through the air. Wen Qing straightens first. “How do I look?” Wei Wuxian asks with a grin.

Pursing her lips, Wen Qing studies him with a sharp eye and her hands on her hips. “Like a nuisance,” she says and reaches over to tug a strand of hair into place. “Hey!” Wei Wuxian yelps, only a little faked. Wen Qing pulls back to fold her hands at her waist. Her expression goes a little soft, the way it sometimes does when she looks over all of them gathered for dinner in the firelight. Wen Ning has stood and come to stand at her shoulder now, and he manages a tremulous smile. He’s worked hard over this year, to get back his emotions. He can’t blush or cry anymore, but he’s gotten the hang of inflection again, and he can pull up these little smiles. In another year or two, perhaps, he’ll be able to grin and laugh once more. “Behave for your sister,” Wen Qing says and holds out a small pouch of silver, “and pick out something nice for your nephew.” He can’t help the way his smile goes soft and a little sappy. Wen Qing looks skyward as if for patience, but before either can say more, there’s an insistent tug on his skirts. “Xian-gege,” a-Yuan says, frowning like a Yunmeng thunderstorm, “why do you have to go to the baby?” His voice is so petulant, so full of little kid frustration with the wide world. Wei Wuxian fights back a laugh. “Ah, a-Yuan, don’t you want to meet my shijie’s baby?” he asks. “He can be your little cousin a-Ling.” “Don’t want a little cousin,” a-Yuan pouts. “Xian-gege promised older brothers and sisters.” He pauses and tilts his head to look up at Wei Wuxian sideways through his lashes, rubbing his nose with one finger. It is a preposterous expression on a four-year-old face, and Wei Wuxian has to bite his lips to keep in his laughter. “Maybe we can sell him with the radishes?” His voice is so hopeful, the question so absurd — Wei Wuxian lets his laughter peal out of him and swoops down to scoop him up in his arms. His back twinges, briefly, but he ignores it. A-Yuan’s eyes brighten as if he thinks he’s getting his way. “A-Yuan, so cruel!” he scolds, delighted. “How could we sell my very first nephew?” “We could trade him,” a-Yuan suggests solemnly, “and plant a big brother instead.” It’s too cute; too much happiness is flooding him all at once, and Wei Wuxian squeezes him close even as he pinches his cheek. “Ai, truly the son of the dread Yiling laozu,” he teases before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “And so cute!” Shaking her head, Wen Qing tries to stifle a smile, but it’s still there in the corners of her mouth as she reaches out and plucks a-Yuan from his arms. He looks briefly disappointed, but he laughs in surprise when Wei Wuxian chucks his chin gently and ruffles his hair. “Go on,” Wen Qing says, nodding toward the path down the mountain. “You don’t want to be late.” Grinning, Wei Wuxian waves an idle goodbye as he starts down the trail with Wen Ning at his side. Granny and Auntie Three tell him to take care when they pass, and Uncle Six wishes them safe travels as he returns from gathering water. Wei Wuxian could nearly skip all the way to Lanling with the way joy bubbles effervescent in his veins, but he settles for spinning Chenqing between his fingers and humming along to a song he half-remembers from childhood. They’ve left with enough time to fly to and from Lanling twice with rest on either end, but then, Wei Wuxian’s not flying anywhere. Suibian sits propped on a shelf in his cave, where it’s lain since they arrived. He cleans the blade as he has to, out of respect to the spirit that still thrums through it and to the bond he once shared with the sword, but otherwise, he pretends he cannot see it lying there. He doesn’t regret it. There is no world in which he could ever wish he’d made another choice, but—

He’d told Wen Qing he understood the consequences. That he knew the risks and the weight of giving up his golden core. He would forever be mediocre, destined to live out a shorter life and to never fulfill the great dreams he’d had in his adolescence. Such broad declarations could not fathom the painful prick of everyday loss. He no longer reaches for spiritual energy that isn’t there, but sometimes he dreams, and he still knows that familiar river-rush song of power at his center. It still feels right, still feels like the song his soul has known since he was twelve and he felt a seed of something strong and glowing deep within him. He wakes bereft, empty-handed, hollowed. It’s not even the dreams he misses most — those grand heroics were always stories, and his home has been in Lotus Pier alongside his duty for most of his remembered life. It’s the little things, the things he had taken for granted: being able to help when someone was ill or injured, being able to soar up on Suibian and see the tumbling world splayed out before him. He will never regret his choice. If anything, he’s been proven right over and over in how Jiang Cheng has led Yunmeng Jiang through the war and into this new reconstruction. Lotus Pier needed its leader, and Jiang Cheng has always been destined for that mantle. So, no, he will never regret his decision. But, sometimes, he grieves. It’s a selfish sorrow, to lie with his hand flat on his chest in the night-quiet and feel the resounding hollowness echo through him. There’s still spiritual energy lingering in him, enough to power a talisman or a weak spell, but it diminishes day by day, eaten away by the resentment hooking claws into his bones. Guilt does its best to drown the grief. He has no right to feel sorrow for a sacrifice willingly made. If he does not regret the decision, what reason is there for hurt? He should just be able to set it aside and move forward, onward. He tries. It works most days. They stop in Yiling to pick up a token with the money Wen Qing sent, and Wei Wuxian eyes the whole supply, running his fingers along the jade, weighing the heft of them in his palm. It’s only adornment, a small trinket to accompany his real gift, but he wants it to be perfect, too. Outside, Wen Ning waits patiently. He’s dressed in his best as well, neat black robes that don’t mark him as any sect but are carefully pleated and tied. Wei Wuxian grins and holds out the tassel for examination. “What do you think?” he asks. “It is very pretty, Master Wei,” Wen Ning affirms. “Is this your gift for young Jin Rulan?” Wei Wuxian scoffs and reaches into the folds of his robe to pull out the lacquered box. As if he would give his nephew something so small as a tassel and say that was sufficient. He passes the box to Wen Ning, who cradles it in his hands like a bird’s egg. Wei Wuxian waits, trying carefully not to preen, as he lifts the lid to examine the gift. “It’s warded,” he blurts out anyway, because he’s never been very good at bottling up excitement. “Low level ghosts and monsters won’t be able to come near him as long as my nephew wears it.” “I can feel it,” Wen Ning says, his hand hovering carefully away from the beads. The bracelet has taken hours of work and planning, the kind of mental challenge that is at once exhilarating and exhausting; he loves the strain of it, the puzzle in how to determine the right characters and imbue it with the proper strength, but it also required more planning and detail work than comes naturally. He can’t count the number of times he checked and re-checked his work to make sure he didn’t miss something tiny and vital. Wen Ning moves to touch the bracelet, and panic flashes through Wei Wuxian as he half-lunges to stop him. “Ah don’t touch it!” he yelps. He manages to reign himself back in as Wen Ning stops short and turns to him with something like alarm. “I’m not sure what it’ll do.” He tries not to wince as he says it; he hadn’t wanted to point it out at all. Despite his placid face, Wen Ning’s shoulders stoop a little, and Wei Wuxian’s heart squeezes painfully. He shouldn’t have to worry about this, shouldn’t have to think about how he’s been made into a monster. It’s not his fault, not something he had any say in, and guilt sours deep in Wei Wuxian’s belly at the way that he still has to carry the burden even when it was forced upon him in the first place. “Come on,” Wei Wuxian says, clapping Wen Ning on the shoulder once the box is stowed once more. He gives a smile of reassurance, apology, and Wen Ning quirks up his lips in his own smile. “Of course, Wei-gongzi,” he says. It’s a long walk to Koi Tower. Wei Wuxian almost wishes they had chosen to split up the trip between two days, but it’s not like they would have been able to afford an inn and a bath if they had. He spends the walk teasing Wen Ning and chattering. Wen Ning’s still a little demure, but he’s gotten better at teasing and understanding when Wei Wuxian is joking over the year. It’s nice in a way few things are anymore; Wen Ning knows, like Wen Qing, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t have to pretend around him. He cradled Wei Wuxian’s head as his sister pulled out the thrumming golden core at his heart, kept his shoulders pinned to the ground as he screamed. He understands in a way shijie or Jiang Cheng or Lan Zhan never can. They have done terrible violence to each other for the sake of their siblings, and they can laugh and talk and tease in the sunlight. It’s the kind of light that falls through cracks in ancient ruins, that illuminates and softens the ragged edges of history. They plan to pause and rest on the far side of Qiongqi Pass, Wen Ning’s enforcement of his sister’s order. “It would make Lady Jiang upset if you overexerted yourself before the celebrations,” Wen Ning says. That is certainly not how Wen Qing phrased it. Wei Wuxian accepts it with only a little complaining, to keep up appearances. It can’t get out that he can be persuaded so easily after all; his reputation would never survive.

[ctl-yuejie]

For the untamed ask game 5, 8, 10, 17, 16, 19, 21 35, 46 and 55

5. Biggest WTF momentThe golden core reveal in the book! ( read it before the drama so I don’t know how much I’d have been surprised without prior knowledge watching the scene in the series). Maybe I didn’t pay enough attention, but from what I remember I wasn’t even sure that Wei Wuxian had lost his Golden Core at that point. So I was extremely shocked by the reveal and also very excited because it made his past actions much more understandable and his dynamic with both Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji got even more interesting. 

8. Most Confusing Part In The Storyon my first read i had a hard time remembering all characters so i think i zoned out a lot when the story didn’t focus on wangxian, so not necessarily a particular part of the story that confused me but i was just not paying enough attention. also: the timeline is random af.

10. Favourite Fanfic Set-Up Uhhhh!!! I love me powerful Yiling Patriarch stories where he survives the second sunshot campaign and anything and everything that focuses on the Yunmeng brothers relationship after canon. Also: every fanfic about the WangXian family regardless of universe.some great “bamf!wei wuxian survives the second sunshot campaign and adopts everyone”

16. Favourite Habitwei wuxian talking non-stop about lan wangji after they’ve met. so much so that the whole jiang family (read: jiang cheng) is super annoyed by it.

17. Purer Cinnamon Role Than Wen Ning (sorry for all these typos in the ask game) hmmmm…Wen Ning is pretty much peak pure cinnamon roll, but from the younger generation Ouyang Zizhen might even out-perform him. sure he is loud and direct, but also doesn’t know how to act in most social situations because the world is such a happy place for him and did you know that Hanguang-Jun and Senior Mo are dating and they’re not as dramatic about it as I want them to be but still super cute, and wtf Hanguang-Jun is now married to the Yiling Patriarch and all my dreams have come true, i have no idea why Lan Qiren looks so constipated maybe that’s because of Jingyi…..19. Cinnamon Role Meme (4 Characters) 21. A Fanon You Like hmmmm….this is pretty much canon but WangXian adopting everyone and everything while roaming the country & Wei Wuxian managing to cultivate MO Xuanyu’s core.and the lan wangji played inquiry for 16 years fanon. not because i think lan wangji would try and bind wei wuxian’s spirit to him but more so to find out whether he’s at peace and at some point it becomes this tiny remembrance song he plays for wei ying once a year.

35. Who Is The Biggest Disaster many disasters in this one but maybe Jin Zixuan??? i think he is so lucky for Jiang Yanli to be persistent in her love for him and MianMian intervening to clear up some misunderstandings…left on his own he really is a sad disaster.

but there’s some tough competition from wei wuxian, jiang cheng, jinling and more…

46. Favourite Fanfic / A Fanfic You Want To Recommendprepare yourself! (if not stated otherwise it’s wangxian)

since then i am because you are by sarahyyy (very short, fluff, oblivious wei wuxian & marriage)

overcast by willowcatkin (middle-length, canon divergence, role revearsal, accidental child acquisition)

and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (long fic, modern au with cultivation as an olympic sport, wangxian are competitors)

The (Several) Convenient Kidnappings of the Chief Cultivator by the Yiling Patriarch by misscam (short, some silly sexy fun)

your heart, two doors down by ficklish (middle-length, modern au, wangxian are neighbours, single parent! wei wuxian)

A Little Happiness by Suspicious_Popsicle (middle-length, post-canon, lan wangji turns into a child, everyone panics & wei wuxian just wants him to be happy)

asymptotic by chinxe (middle-length, canon divergence, lan wangji plays inquiry, that is how he encounters wei wuxian for the first time, beautiful but it also hurts)

transcendent by hyunbyun (short, wei wuxian is insecure about being in mo xuanyu’s body, domestic fluff)

Continuation by thefaceofno (long fic, post the untamed canon, hair brushing, some more pining but happy end)

i’d be all right (if i could just see you) byThirtySixSaveFiles (long fic, college au, wei wuxian is an idiot and takes lan wangji to a party)

Libation by BastetCG (middle-length, gods au, tentacle sex but in a very innovative way)

a lot can come from being in love with your captain bythefaceofno (long fic, part of a series, star trek au, various pairings, action & romance)

How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days by misscam (middle-length, college au, wei wuxian is oblivious but tries to be oh so helpful when lan wangji seems to have a crush on someone)

Adventures in Solitude by etymologyplayground (short, hurt/comfort, the untamed episode 16 canon divergence, lan wangji tries to come to the aid of yunmeng)

every time we kiss i swear i could fly by sarahyyy (short, kissing booth college au, lan wangji has a misunderstanding and is sad but all is well)

The Last Three Feet by etymologyplayground (middle-length, wangxian are oblivious, domestic downtime in cloud recesses with sizhui)

A Start on How by misscam (middle-lenght, college au, sleepovers!!, lan brother feels)

critical path analysis by chinxe (long fic, b99 au, hilarious perfection, it is scary how well the characters fit)

dirty politics by sarahyyy (short, politics au, wangxian are in a secret relationship but oh so wonderful together)

Rumor Doesn’t Have It (But Wei Wuxian Is Determined to Change That) by misscam (middle-length, post the untamed canon, everyone is weighing in on the relationship of the yiling patriarch and the chief cultivator, maybe wei wuxian should make some of the rumours come true)

Found Family by tulirepo (short, hurt/comfort, lan wangji finds ah-yuan on burial mounds, all the found family feels)

i want your heart to be for me by ThirtySixSaveFiles for sealdog (middle-lenght, wangxian soulmate au  but set in canon, usually not a soulmate au reader but the concept is tied in super nicely into the story here)

to recollect and long for by mme_anxious (middle-length, all the found family and ah-yuan feels, hurt/comfort)

Grand Pianos Crash Together by etymologyplayground (long fic, post canon, wangxian find back together: an epic)

grief; the stages of by synonemous (sussiekitten) (long fic, the whole story in a modern setting, stuck in early 2000 wei wuxian is hilarious)

Sleeping in Paradise by daiki (middle-length fic, thematic fic, wei wuxian survives the sunshot campaign, jiang yanli lives, jin rulan’s relationship to the mysterious sleeping person at lotus cove)

What Rests on Tea by Gotcocomilk (long fic, yunmeng feels, jiang yanli & jin zixuan live, inventor!wei wuian, some great hurt/comfort)

and i will go this way by detention_notes (long fic, post-canon, wangxian write each other letters, wei wuxian travels with lesbians and harrasses friends and family on his roadtrip)

Not Just Netflix and Chill (Or Lan Zhan’s Lack of Grasp of Euphemisms) by misscam (short, modern au, lan wangji is the cutest and wei wuxian is helplessly in love)

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (modern au, war zone/disaster zone journalist! wei wuxian, sizhui feels!!!!!)

works in progress (they are all very, very good)

a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (long, almost finished, arranged marriage to save the yiling patriarch, yunmeng bro feels)

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (long, wei wuxian materializes as a ghost after his death, major yunmeng feels, he raises all the children)

Flowers of Blood and Bone by Sakurafubuki (AriasOfSnow) (long, vampire/vampire hunter au, a lot of action, great world building, crafty!wei wuxian, vampire!lan wangji)

I will surrender (myself to this moment in time) by Naamah_Beherit (long, post-canon, wei wuxian wakes up in gusu but has no idea how he got there, angst (with promised happy ending), lan sizhui calling wei wuxian father feels, wei wuxian gets confronted by the darkness in his life)

Lying on the Edge of a Star by Suspicious_Popsicle (long, slow-burn, wei wuxian falls into young lan wangji’s courtyard who is falling fast and deep, pity that to wei wuxian humans are but a fleeting existence)

please forgive my most passionate disruptions by pumpkinpaix (scribogenesis) (long, modern college au, wei wuxian is a stripper, lan wangji binds himself by his family’s old customs, marvelous character study, all the lan/yunmeng/wen sibling feels)

The storm comes and goes (and I keep walking) by Naamah_Beherit (long, wei wuxian survives the second sunshot campaign and roams the country as a rogue cultivator, he adopts all the children)

55. A Story-Arc That Haunts Youdefinitely the yi city arc!!!! i both love and loath it because it is just so sad and horrible but also has some stunning visuals, wei wuxian being a badass kindergartner and some big reveals for the main plot.

The Untamed / MDZS ask game