#nh au

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[benevolenterrancy]

Sect Leader Nie and his Deputy trauma-bonding over sect paperwork (i feel in my heart that the nie sect does NOT produce great administrators and everyone suffers for that)

[aguinhac]

Tbh I wish people would make more comics about the other characters or dreamtale, this au has the biggest quantity of chaotic characters I've seen and I love it.

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog

[doesephs]

post extinction AU im working on. jon is barely funtioning and martin works a 9-5 overtime office job to make ends meet

[shirii]

NHMonth2024 day 20 prompt: Medusa!Hinata & Blind Naruto 💜🧡🐍✨

[khattikeri]

modern au xiyao falling out orchestrated by nie huaisang and when lan xichen is collapsed on his knees in grief nie huaisang (whose equivalent of a folding fan is his phone) vaguetweets on a locked side account "thats what happens when u trust a male pisces"

[barawrah]

nie siblings doodle

[lazycranberrydoodles]

Who is this sassy.. lost child?

I can now recreate most of chapter 8!!! / bonus features below the cut / follow for more cool stuff

Jin Ling's sprites:

His share code is MVDLXY :)

Congrats, Jin Ling! You have 3 different poses, showing three different levels of irritation, making you the most complex character so far.

His sprites were traced off of Cody Hackins from 1-2. His little puffed-cheek sprite screamed Jin Ling.

(NASA announcer voice) Aaaand we have soundtrack. I thought Luke Atmey's and Furio Tigre's themes both suited Jin Ling pretty well. Other contenders before I decided on Moderato 2004 were Allegro 2002 and Investigation - Middle 2002.

Will take a break from these for Art Fight probably but they have been sooo fun to make. Plus I get to show off my objection.lol skills outside of stupid discord arguments.

Jiang Cheng's sprites & Nie Huaisang's sprites / masterpost

[two-corpses-in-the-burial-mounds]

I don't know what kind of timeline shenanigans would have to happen to put RevengeEra!Wei Wuxian and RevengeEra!Nie Huaisang in the same place but man do I want to see it. They would not fix each other. They would, in fact, make each other worse. And I, for one, would love to see it

[gravitywonagain]

Can't Cheat Death While You're Digging Your Own Grave; Part 4

Continued from [1][2][3]

What if Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian were closer? Sworn brothers, even? What if NHS visited WWX in Yiling?

Prompt from the wonderful @shiranai-atsune

[T (for now?), implied Wangxian, 1.4k, 4/?]

~

To say that the ambush was uneventful would technically be a lie. There were events. Upsetting ones, too. 

Nie Huaisang’s heart leapt into his throat and his feet froze to the ground when the Ghost General jolted abruptly -- a motion faster than sound -- and caught an arrow that was aimed for the center of Wei Wuxian’s chest. 

He wasn’t sure whether it was the Ghost General’s sudden movement or the attack on Wei Wuxian’s life that had Nie Zonghui reaching for his dual sabers, but the effect was the same once he’d seen the arrow clenched in the undead man’s fist. Nie disciples that had been trailing at a respectable distance flowed around them like water. Grey and green robes flared their allegiance loud and clear so that even the pompous ass up on the cliff could not be mistaken over such a declaration of protective intent. 

The idiot didn’t take the hint and started calling out Wei Wuxian for cursing him. He opened his robes, too, which was a disturbing sight, even without the curse-mottled flesh. 

It would take too much effort for Nie Huaisang to roll his eyes in a way that would be visible to Jin Zixun and the couple hundred disciples would actually be able to see, so he kept it small. Just a little look between himself and Wei-xiong. 

He and Wei-xiong had been engaging in a pleasantly light back-and-forth regarding the superiority of weasel hair over squirrel hair in calligraphy brushes -- Wei Wuxian was wrong, there was a significant difference in quality using the former -- when they were very rudely interrupted by Jin Zixun’s completely predictable attack. 

His friend wasn’t even a little bit shaken by the arrow aimed at his chest. Or the hundreds of arrows still aimed at him from up on the cliffs. Annoyed maybe, like Nie Huaisang was, at being interrupted or at being proven right by this random Jin cousin of all people. But he just smiled at Nie Huaisang’s eyeroll, a sideways grin that reminded Nie Huaisang of passing porn back and forth over peanut shells and jars of Emperor’s Smile. 

Wei Wuxian looked like he wanted to yell something back at Jin Zixun’s inane accusation, but Nie Huaisang beat him to it. It was better if he handled this. Better if it came back on the Nie directly. Better if Nie Mingjue’s useless brother was the one who insulted Jin Guangshan’s favorite nephew. 

There was a short back and forth between Jin Zixun and Nie Huaisang that roughly amounted to the former repeating variations of, “But he cursed me,” and the latter counting through all the ways he could think to politely say, “Nobody cares.” 

Nie Huaisang knew Wei Wuxian hadn’t cursed Jin Zixun because sometime in the middle of that back and forth, Wei-xiong leaned over to him and asked, very sincerely, “Who the fuck is this guy, again?”

Also, Wei Wuxian wasn’t exactly a man of subtlety. Or of half measures. Nie Huaisang was fairly convinced that if Wei Wuxian had cursed someone with one hundred holes in their chest, the holes would spell out his name, or list out their transgressions in order of most annoying to him, specifically. 

But none of that mattered in reality. Jin Zixun was convinced Wei Wuxian had done it, and Jins tended to become intractable when their ego was at stake. Probably, Jin Zixun had built himself up in his own mind as the nemesis of the Yiling Patriarch. Disabusing him of that notion would get them nowhere, so Nie Huaisang, instead, said, “He is under the protection of Qinghe Nie. You can take it up with my brother.” 

That seemed to shut Jin Zixun up quite nicely. 

Wen Qing, standing in front of her brother like she could protect him -- the probably immortal and incredibly powerful sentient fierce corpse -- from the world, looked shocked that such a lazy threat had actually worked. But, then, she’d never been on a battlefield with Da-ge, so Nie Huaisang could forgive her her surprise. 

The Jin disciples and, curiously, Lan disciples up on the cliffs began to retreat back toward Koi Tower. Jin Zixun lingered for a moment. But then his cousin came flying in on his sword, yelling at him from the air. 

Which was also curious. 

Nie Huaisang decided to ponder the timing of that more later. 

So while there had certainly been events that took place, the whole of the matter was finished within moments and nothing but bluster had actually come of it. Well, bluster and the dubious satisfaction of having their suspicions -- and their precaution -- validated. 

After a blubbering explanation from Jin Zixun and a much more coherent and succinct one from Nie Zonghui, Jin Zixuan agreed to escort his cousin back to Koi Tower himself and to relay the situation to Da-ge. Jin Zixun paled, possibly recalling Da-ge’s war face. The two of them left swiftly after that, the one’s reproof drowned out by the other’s whimpering. 

Predictably, Da-ge met them at the foot of the stairs when they arrived. He exchanged a quick few sentences with Nie Zonghui as he fretted, in his way, over Nie Huaisang. Gruff words to make up for gruff hands that had to refrain from touching and grabbing and patting him down to verify he was still in one piece while they were in public. (He was sure Da-ge was going to make him account for every inch of his skin later -- if not for scrapes and bruises, then surely for curse marks.) It was annoying, but sweet in Da-ge’s way. 

It was also to their benefit, so Nie Huaisang leaned into it, whining loudly to his brother and sect leader about how scared he’d been when Jin Zixun shot at Wei-xiong. 

He made sure to call Wei Wuxian “Wei-xiong” or “Xian-di” as often and as overtly as possible. Their intention to swear brotherhood should have been well known in Lanling by then, if his gossip mill was doing their job correctly, and if anyone but a Lan had been paying attention. But it was still important to reinforce the idea for the eyes and ears they’d captured with their dramatic arrival. 

Nothing damning showed on Jin Guangshan's face as he welcomed the Nie, Wei Wuxian, and two Wens into his banquet hall, but then, Nie Huaisang hadn't really expected it would. Jin Guangshan had been at his games much longer than Nie Huaisang had even been alive. They would just have to make sure to keep a close eye on Wei Wuxian and his Wens. It wouldn't be good to let them get separated, picked off one by one, and used against each other.

A quick glance around the room showed Lan Wangji paying very close attention to their little party. Lan Xichen, too, probably interested to know what his own disciples had been up to and why they were following Jin Zixun of all people. He departed his circle of delegates to corner San-ge. But Lan Wangji's gaze was fixed on Wei Wuxian.

Nie Huaisang watched him closely from behind the theatrics of his fluttering fan. He knew Wei-xiong was besotted with Lan Wangji. (He'd known before Wei Wuxian did, though it was nice that he'd figured it out on his own sometime since the lectures.) But, while he'd known Lan Wangji for much longer, the Second Jade's face was much more difficult for him to read. He didn't know whether Lan Wangji's continuous pestering of Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot campaign was born of worry or of actually, very Lan-like disdain for the kind of things Wei-xiong had been up to around then.

Was this close attention now worry for a man held in high regard? Or was it apprehension directed at an enemy of orthodox cultivation? Nie Huaisang was rather annoyed to discover that he couldn't tell.

Regardless, many eyes in the room were on them. Many afraid, many concerned, and many confused. It would be helpful if he and Wei-xiong could do their ceremony immediately. But that would be far too rude, which would, of course, harm their cause more than help it.

They could make it three days, Nie Huaisang was sure of it. Each of them were highly competent individuals. Capable of great feats and great focus when required.

Whether or not their opposition would catch them out somehow, well. That remained to be seen.

~

Tag list: @greywake (if anyone wants to be added for updates, let me know!)

[lgbtlunaverse]

I always love when fic writers decide to make Baxia a pet in modern AUs but 99% of the time she's either a dog or a cat and I think there's unutilized potential there. Since Baxia is literally named after a creature described as a giant dragon with a turtle shell, one of the sons of the dragon king, there should be more AUs where she's is a big turtle or tortoise.

Also I think Nie Mingjue would fucking love to have a pet turtle, so someone should give him one.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Nooooo Bestie, don't go to mad at me island

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[benevolenterrancy]

none of the parenting books warned him how hard it would be to keep his little brother from catching the avian flu

[carrotcouple]

He writes a letter one day.

To a brother he no longer has. It tastes like salt and grime. His handwriting isn't even half as pretty as Jiang Cheng's. He continues writing all the same.

He isn't sure how to get anything he wants to say down on paper, but he's certain Jiang Cheng would have known. Paper and ink was his specialty, his expertise.

Wei Wuxian wishes he'd asked Jiang Cheng to pen out poems for him just to see how much of himself Jiang Cheng poured into his writing. To see him be himself. To see him feel joy in the one thing that was his and his alone.

He tries to imagine his brother sitting in front of him. His brother was not a quiet person but he wasn't loud and talkative either. He matched Wei Wuxian's banter and words easily. But also sometimes he'd be quiet, listening, reading, watching.

Wei Wuxian imagines his brother is watching him with mild amusement, the way he used to when Wei Wuxian would pace back and forth while trying to voice a crazy idea.

Why did you leave me? I'm sorry.

"Why didn't you write a poem for me?" He croaks. "You know how much I love romance and poetry."

He imagines Jiang Cheng scoffing.

I'm sorry I didn't see you suffering.

"Yeah, true, I always used poetry for silly stuff. I would have liked it all the same. It's not fair only Lan Zhan owns your poetry." Wei Wuxian presses the tip of his brush into the ink, feeling bitter again.

He wanted to hate Lan Zhan after his brother's death. But he knows even now Lan Zhan is kneeling on the floor in the Jingshi, painting what he can remember of Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian's own room is adorned with one of those paintings. A painting of one of Jiang Cheng's cheeky smiles. Likely one directed at Wei Wuxian himself.

Wei Wuxian's illusion of Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow and crosses his legs.

I'm sorry for being cruel to your lover. I won't do it again.

"I know Lan Zhan can value poetry better and can also paint on those pages! But I'm your brother!" Wei Wuxian says and his voice cracks as he finishes.

I'm your brother. I miss you. I'm sorry. I miss you.

"I want proof that you lived with me," Wei Wuxian whispers. "That's all. I want something that you created with your own two hands. I want a piece of the deepest part of you that you hadn't shared with anyone else."

But only Lan Zhan got that.

Jiang Cheng smiles sadly at him.

"It's true," Wei Wuxian continues. "If you'd have given me your writing while you were alive I would have really liked it but I wouldn't have treasured it the way Lan Zhan did. It would have been put somewhere on a shelf. But at the very least," Wei Wuxian sobs, "I would have it now to hold."

They'd considered taking Jiang Cheng's writing and decorating it to honor him. They'd also considered dividing his writing amongst them so that they could have pieces of Jiang Cheng. But in the end they all agreed that they'd rather visit Jiang Cheng's room and kneel on that little pillow on the ground.

Wei Wuxian looks back up and at the illusion of Jiang Cheng. He's no longer a teenager. He is the little boy that chased Wei Wuxian away that fateful first night.

There are silent tears streaming down his face. He isn't crumpled up and loudly sobbing. When had Jiang Cheng truly learned to hide what he was feeling? Wei Wuxian doesn't know.

"I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian says. "It's not that I didn't love you. It's not that I didn't see you. I just always assumed you would always be there and I took you for granted."

The little Jiang Cheng presses his hands to his face.

"I miss you. I won't ever stop missing you. I lost my soulmate, my brother, my best friend. I miss you." Wei Wuxian's hand is moving, brush going across the paper. He has words but they're not eloquent. He is capable of eloquent words but those are usually shallower than he is willing to offer Jiang Cheng.

A loud and childish sob escapes Jiang Cheng's mouth.

"I love you," Wei Wuxian says. The brush falls from his fingers and then he's sobbing along with Jiang Cheng. "I love you."

When his tears dry and he looks up, the letter is finished, shaky and smudged, and Jiang Cheng is gone.

[drrksaturday]

[shirii]

Medusa!Hinata inspired by the day 20 prompt of NaruHina Month 2024 💜🐍✨