#wen ruohan

[kettledemon]

Think before you speak

Also made this for it

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Results are out!!

In first place, deserved and expected, we have Jin Guangshan at 74.4%!! Honestly I hoped it would be higher! Did right by perhaps one of his kids (though I am curious to hear @winepresswrath's takes on JZX and JGS if ur willing) if even that! Abused the shit out of the other, and destroyed almost all their lives even after he was dead!!

In second place we have Jin Guangyao at 8.6%, for the crime of maybe murdering his son (questionable) and putting his nephewson in life threatening danger. Whether or not you think Jin Ling was in actual danger in his mind is up to you! Beyond that his actual parenting seems to have been chill.

In third place, tied at 5%, we have Jiang Fengmian and Qingheng-jun! Giving your kids to your brother and fucking off forever isn't typically very good parenting, nor is outwardly favoring your ward to a point both he and your son think you don't like your son and wouldn't come to help him in fantasy China summer school.

In fourth place at 4%, we have Wen Ruohan, which I'm genuinely disappointed by, because for all the shit he did do he did seem to love his kids. Then again, Wen Chao turned out Like That, so you can make an argument there.

Moving on to the less than 1% crowd!!

Tied at 0.7%, we have Daddy Nie and Anyone Else. No one has elaborated on who 'anyone else' is, so we move to Daddy Nie, who got votes for the crime of *checks notes* dying. Rip.

At 0.5% we have Jiang Cheng, for the crime of *checks notes* acting like an Asian Mother. Also has been stated that he shouldn't have been included here on account of him acting this way, so to make up for it I'll be doing a version of this with mothers and including him.

At 0.4% we have Lan Qiren, for the crime of *checks notes* I mean the whipping was bad but if he were anyone else LWJ probably would have just been killed for what he did. Can't complain too much though I'm curious to here some justifications.

At 0.3% we have Xiao Xingchen. I really want to hear justifications for this one.

Tied at 0.2% we have Jin Zixuan and Lan Wangji! For the crimes of *checks notes* respectively, dying and using your sonbrother as an intersect diplomatic translator. I think?

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Today I'm being so not normal about the fact that manhua WRH looked devastated to discover it was Meng Yao the one betraying him 😭

[sillygoofyqueer]

*sprints up to you, taking a moment halfway to hunch over and gasp for breath before continuing, then grabs you by the shoulders* THEY ARE IN MY FUCKING BRAIN. THEY WON'T GET OUT. THEY'RE LIKE PARASITES, EATING AWAY AT EVERY OTHER PART THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT THEM AND I AM SCA- anyway, more mad scientist AU, anyone?

Wei Ying is covered in Wen Zhuliu's blood. He stands to face the Wen guards, so one of them basically immediately grabs Xue Yang and holds their blade to his neck so they can have a hostage against Wei Wuxian, who obviously drops Suibian when this happens because Xue Yang cannot be hurt. Xue Yang looks more than ready to fight his way out of this, but Wei Ying will not drag him down with him, and so he starts raving like a lunatic, making sure that it's obvious to these moronic guards that Xue Yang still has no idea about the lies of the Wen. He's grabbed by four guards, struggling and kicking around as he screams about how they are lying murderers, how much blood is on their hands and how they are literal monsters. Although he like, knows what he's doing, he is still in the throes of his qi deviation and this is more just not holding back his thoughts.

As he is dragged through the halls, the gore and blood still covering his hands, staining his robes and dripping from his hair and face, he doesn't even notice the people watching him go with many different expressions and sobs and screams. Xue Yang is trying to follow, a few guards needed to hold him back as he snarls out threats of death if they hurt Wei Ying - he can't hide the genuine panic in his voice, though. The terror. Xue Yang has above all always been that little street rat that Wei Ying found on the streets and picked up just because he saw something in him, and a street rat is not something that has many things that it can call its own. When it does have something, it can get possessive. Xue Yang is more than possessive with his few things, and Wei Ying is something that he sees as - not his, exactly, but someone that he is extremely loyal towards because Wei Ying loved and cared from him before he was useful. Now he is being taken away from him.

There is chaos and panic, Wen Ning and Wen Qing come sprinting to see what the fuck is happening, yanking Xue Yang back and gathering bits of information while trying to calm him down. Wen Qing is the only one allowed to go after Wei Wuxian as the resident doctor, sprinting through the halls to get to the throne rooms, where Wei Wuxian is still screaming. Of course, he's not coherent at this point, and any attempts to talk to him are unsuccessful - so, Wen Ruohan, being who he is, just immediately moves straight past the taunting and instead moves to the punishment, which is of course a beating so bad that Wei Wuxian passes out partway through it. This is Not Good for someone going through a qi deviation and Wen Qing is horrified by what's happening but she can't do anything because they won't let her. All she can do is stand there and watch as he is whipped and broken and beaten for finding out the truth that she had to keep from him.

After Wen Ruohan is satisfied with what he sees as payback for killing their best weapon, then comes the question of what to do with him. He's basically useless now, especially after finding out that he has been in contact with one of the fucking Nies for far too long now (another reason to put them at the top of the hit list), and he would not do anything for them no matter how they forced him. Xue Yang has been watching Wei Wuxian work, he would be a good replacement (as if Xue Yang understands the code Wei Wuxian scribbles away his personal notes in, as if he would ever help those that took his gege away), and so Wei Wuxian is quite literally unimportant. The sect leader looks over the information displayed in front of him and decides that the best course of action would be to get rid of the boy in a way that wouldn't allow him to return as a resentful spirit (the cleansing rituals were of course never done upon him, he worked with resentment for gods' sake).

So, they decide to let Wei Wuxian waste away in the biggest source of resentment in the Jianghu, a fitting end to a boy raised with the sole purpose of utilising and controlling the very same thing. Wen Qing knows that this is a death sentence for Wei Ying. She knows that there is nothing she can do to save him; even if he is conscious by the time he is thrown into the Burial Mounds, he is incredibly injured and will likely not even survive the fall, let alone the resentful spirits that will lunge upon him like the defenceless prey that he is. However, that does not mean she won't allow him to die without any respect. While everyone else is distracted with getting ready for the quick trip to the Burial Mounds - and dealing with Wen Chao's bitch fit over wanting to go along - Wen Qing is legging it across the palace, even ignoring Wen Ning and Xue Yang when they notice her and rush over to ask questions.

She slams into Wei Wuxian's experimenting rooms, ignoring the gore and just rushing around the room with a qiankun pouch that had been abandoned on one of the desks. She grabs random piles of notes and his favourite books, the ribbon that had belonged to his mother, the blanket that he claimed had been 'the best because Wen-popo made it for me!', and of course making sure to clean Suibian before it goes into the pouch again. Anything she can get her hands on that speak of who he was, an attempt at honouring who he was before his death. A vague nod towards traditional burial practices. Then she's sprinting back across the palace, skidding into the throne room and acting like she was just grabbing more needles to keep Wei Wuxian unconscious as she goes about examining him for 'medical purposes', slipping the qiankun pouch into his inner robes when she's certain nobody else is looking.

Wei Ying wakes up as they are hovering above the Burial Mounds, writhing with pain and stripped down to his inner robes because he does not get to wear the Wen colours anymore. Wen Chao, who got his way and is watching in excitement, tells him that this is what he gets for being an arrogant traitor, that he was always just a pathetic son of a servant pretending to be someone more than he actually was. Wei Ying looks upon him with indifference even through the agony he is in, and tells him that he pities him, the words slurred and eyes unfocused. This fucking infuriates Wen Chao, and he decides that he's bored of waiting, telling the Wen disciples holding Wei Wuxian to drop him, watching as the boy flails around in panic as he falls, the scream echoing before it is devoured by the Burial Mounds.

Wei Ying hits the ground, and takes his final breaths. Or, well, what should be his final breaths. However, the Burial Mounds notices this human, this boy, and can sense the resentful energy crawling through his body, somehow curling and flowing with the strong golden core spinning in his lower dantian. This boy is like It. The Burial Mounds cannot let a sentient being like Itself die, so It opens Its arms to him. It will not let him die. Does not. It will stitch him back together, just until the bright golden core can start its work and do it properly. It would keep the boy alive.

[fistfuloflightning]

Memory is a fickle thing

[bimyself06]

You know it'd be pretty funny? To read a fic where Wei Changze is When Rouhan's son and WCZ look's eerily similar to WRH. The kicker here is for A-Yuan to either be Wen Xu or Wen Chao's kid perhaps even WRH I don't care so long as he to resembles WRH, and since Wei Wuxian looks like his dad(at least from I remember in the flashback from the donghua, I haven't seen a description for WWX parents yet in the books) this causes people to often think they are father and son. When Lan Wangji returns to the Cloud Recesses with A-Yuan and claims him as his, many had to wonder when LWJ and WWX slept together and how WWX got pregnant.

Lan Sizhui grows up being told he looks like his other parent and that side of the family while the Lan clan keeps on trying to find features he shares with LWJ, there are quite a surprising few(wink wink, genetics work mysteriously esp when mdm lan 's fam is so unknown, wink wink) without also adding most of LWJ mannerism with WWX friendliness.

[soursoppi]

spiffed up a doodle from work

I like to think protecting pretty Lan didis is an instinctual reflex... don't ask me why I drew this lol

[edensrose]

Hi Eden!! Welcome back!! May I please request Wen Ruohan x reader NSFW please? Maybe on his and reader’s wedding night? Thank you!!

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˚◞❀˳ You were betrothed to Wen Ruohan from the time both of you were young. You watched him grow into the man that he is today — from a humble little boy to the tyrant he was raised to be. It's no wonder that you felt some level of anxiety when it came to marrying him. It always seemed as though he looked at you as nothing more than the partner he was forced to be with. The one who would be at his side and bear his children. Never a wife nor a lover — but a partner. Another duty to his clan. 

˚◞❀˳ Which is what led you to believe that your wedding night would be nothing more than a formal consummation. A simple had to be done for the sake of carrying on his lineage. The ceremony droned on, yet you could only focus on the pair of beady crimson hues that fixed upon your form. Taking in your every feature. From your face, to the stunning scarlet silk that clothed your frame, to the jewellery that your handmaidens dolled you up in. At some point you had considered his gaze to be that of judgement — but perhaps that was simply your nerves. Regardless, when the two of you retired for the evening, you didn't know what to expect. 

˚◞❀˳ It wasn’t until his lips were on your neck and his large hands found their place upon your waist — when lean, strong fingers pulled apart silk and his gaze fell into something dark that you truly knew what you were in for. Your back meets the bed and without a second thought, he’s over you. 

“My, they certainly chose quite the fair wife for me,’’ his murmur lingers heavy in the room, akin to each breath that you take as you lay there beneath him. Scarlet wedding robes long discarded while he still dons his own as he kneels over your smaller form — apart from his lengthy, dark tresses that he has since pulled out of his topknot and now frames you like a curtain. As though concealing you from the world, for his eyes alone.  

Calloused hands that appeared oh so delicate caress your bare sides and his lips find their place back onto your neck. Pressing a series of rough, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh as he steers his hips into yours. Rolling, grinding and eliciting the prettiest of noises from you. Noises that have his grin curling into your skin that he claims with a series of bites and deep purple marks while you leave a patch on his robes damp from your arousal.

“Excited already?” The sect leader breathes as a warm palm presses over your cunt, pushing another moan from your now-parted lips. “So wet. . .’’ his words fan against your heated ear and you can’t help but buck against his hand with a desperate whine. “It’s almost pathetic.’’ 

  ˚◞❀˳ There was no taking his time when it came to you. Any stories you’ve heard of easy love-making and tender touch on a woman’s wedding night are none of what you received. He grabbed, groped, dragged his nails across your skin — he bit, suckled and nibbled hickeys all over your body. He teased and taunted, mocked and degraded; and you loved every second of it. 

˚◞❀˳ It took little to no time until his slender fingers were buried to the knuckle in your squelching cunt. Thrusting pointedly at a bundle of nerves that had your back arching and hands clambering up to touch him for the first time that night. Your nails find his shoulders, and he hisses under his breath. For a moment you thought he may have reprimanded you, but he responds in the form of digging his thumb against your clit and rubbing quick, frantic circles. Tormenting your inexperienced body and making you beg for mercy from his fingers alone. 

“So tight, how will you ever take me?” 

All you can respond with is a splutter of moans and pitiable whines of his name. Your eyes flutter and loop back as your hips attempt to buck into his hand. “N-Ngh — my - m-my lord,’’ your pant is cut short by a fresh sting on your thigh and you whimper at his free hand that slaps down onto it — leaving behind a blush in its wake. 

“Stay still.’’ Wen Ruohan’s words hold the same authority that he uses on a day-to-day basis. The hand that recently spanked your supple flesh squeezes at it before forcing your hips into the sheets and holding you firmly. His large palm and long fingers press down onto your pelvic bone and the thrusting of his hand buried between your legs abruptly speeds up. You splutter another series of moans dripping with your frantic pleasure. 

“That’s it, that’s it,’’ you swear that you hear a groan resonate from his throat. You’re not sure. The swell of pleasure makes everything far too hazy and all you can do is limp your head back into the sheets and cry out quiet calls of his name and little whines about how it’s too much and you can’t cum again.

“Of course you can — no,’’ his sharp teeth clamp down on your neck just as your body spasms with another approaching orgasm. “You will.” He accentuates the promise with the curling and shallow thrusts of his fingers up into that one spot that made your toes curl and air leave your lungs. 

“You still have to take my cock for the night. Don’t you dare forget.’’ 

  ˚◞❀˳ It’s something that you were far from ready for. The second that he disrobed himself and at last your eyes met the head of his throbbing cock. Pink, pulsing and leaking with precum. Despite your greatest attempts to control your expression, you could barely hide the widening of your eyes from him — and it boosted his already inflated ego. Resulting in a chuckle while he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a few pumps. 

˚◞❀˳ “It won’t fit,’’ you’d try to reason with him as a shred of anxiety swells around your heart. But he merely clamps his hands down onto your thighs and spreads you wide, witnessing the creamy mess leaking from your cunt abused by his fingers only moments prior. “Oh, my dear,’’ he chuckles, and the endearment is enough to put you on cloud nine. “We’ll make it fit.’’ 

˚◞❀˳ It was painful, to say the least. The stretch of his cock had your head spinning and the air knocked out of your lungs. Multiple times you whined and whimpered for him to take it easy — which to his credit he did. Easing you with shallow thrusts and more kisses across your neck already littered with his lovebites. 

˚◞❀˳ It was only when he was certain that you were accustomed to his length and girth did he steer you into the sheets and bully his cock into your weeping cunt until you were keening to the high heavens for him. 

“N-Ngh —! My lord – p-please, oh please ah,’’ 

Every noise that left you only fuelled his actions. His hands refuse to leave a spot of you untouched. Caressing, squeezing and pinching at all parts of you. Thighs, breast — at one point he fixed his thumb onto your clit and delights in the way you fall into the sheets with spluttered gasps and desperate tugs at his wrist. 

“Slow, s-slow,’’ you try to reason with him but are greeted with another onslaught of his hips that leave bruises onto your tender flesh. His large frame drives you into the sheets, holding your squirming form still as his cock parts your walls on repeat. Harsh, quick, as his groans and hushed grunts have long since started to spill from his lips. “Slow? You want me to slow down when you are sucking me in like this?” To prove his point the hand on your clit drops with his index and middle finger splitting into a v-shape to caress your slit stretched out by the girth of his cock. 

“Look at this pathetic little cunt. Can’t even take her husband — hmm? How will you bear my children?” His words prompt you to bite down onto your lip and your nails scratch along his back as you bury your head into his shoulder. “I-I can’t — my lord, please,’’ your whine falls on deaf ears as he only slams the entirety of his cock into your flushed walls and shallows his thrusts into a relentless, constant pound. 

“Sshh,’’ he groans and despite the harsh treatment on your poor cunt, his hand delicately caresses the side of your face and he brings his hungry lips to yours. Devouring you whole as he has the rest of your body. “You’re mine,’’ he breathes, crimson hues half-lidded and hips stuttering as he approaches yet another release. Ready to fill you up and spill more of his cum onto the ruined bedsheets. 

“And what’s mine does not complain. She just takes what I give her.’’ 

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[robininthelabyrinth]

I messed up my prompt, I left some out so I’m going to awkwardly regroup it.

Au where Wen Zhuiliu is Meng yao’s dad instead of JG. Meng Yao is raised in the wen sect, as his son also the idea of the golden-core-snatcher thing being hereditary or not would be fun to explore. It’s be the ultimate dagger-up-the-sleeve move. Meng Yao joins Wen Qing and Ning to study at the Lans sect.

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"Question," Lao Nie said, and Wen Ruohan tried not to groan - the other man had a tone that suggested trouble. "Do you remember that time in Yunping when that Jin bastard was so drunk that he couldn't find the brothel stairs?"

"Why do you care?" Wen Ruohan grumbled. He just wanted to sleep - Lao Nie was one of those irritating people that got more energy after sex rather than falling asleep like any normal man. Freak. A freak who wouldn’t stop poking him, and not with anything fun, either. "Fine, fine, yes, I remember. What about it?"

"Didn't you order that new retainer of yours to go upstairs and fuck that prostitute for him? Saying something like 'it's a waste not to get the value even if he can't'?" 

That sounded suspiciously like the sort of spiteful mean-hearted joke Wen Ruohan might make while drunk, yes. 

"What about it?" he asked.

"She got pregnant."

Wen Ruohan blinked.

"Now, she's saying it's Guangshan's, of course,” Lao Nie said. “They all do when they don’t realize how much of a miser he really is under all that gold. But if there's a chance...it was that Zhao Zhuliu fellow, wasn't it? The one with the core-melting hand?"

"Wen Zhuliu," Wen Ruohan corrected. "And yes. I think he was too new to realize I wasn’t actually serious...hm. You think the child may have inherited his talent?"

"Why not? Especially if you start teaching him early..."

What an interesting proposition.

"So…” Lao Nie scooted closer. Somehow. There was not enough room on this bed. “Can I have this one?"

"What? Absolutely not."

"But you already have the father!"

"And that means the son is mine as well. Get lost!"

"But -"

"Keep your grubby hands to yourself,” Wen Ruohan scowled. “All good things belong to me, least of all talents that I've put in time and effort to raise."

"Spoilsport,” Lao Nie said, though he didn’t look especially put out by the refusal. “Anyway, what if I were to put my 'grubby hands' here..."

“Get lost!”

-

"Sect Leader."

"Get lost," Wen Ruohan growled, not even bothering to turn to look at whoever it was that had entered. When he didn't hear the pitter-patter of fleeing feet, he added: "Or else I'm going to kill you."

It wasn’t a threat. It was a statement of fact, and a sincerely meant warning.

Wen Ruohan might have a temper and be inclined towards sadism, but he valued talent. Anyone with access to his study was a talent he had cultivated with great effort, and it would be such a pain to undo all of that by murdering them himself. 

Which was not to say he wouldn't, if his mood were bad enough, just that he'd make the effort to warn them away first. If they still didn't listen, that was their problem, and presumably a sign that they didn't really have as much talent or brains as he'd initially thought.

"Sect Leader, I have some news for you."

Wen Ruohan restrained the urge to throw something - did he seem like he was in the mood to receive news, either positive or negative? - but only because the longer speech had revealed the identity of the servant that had intruded: it was little A-Yao, Wen Zhuliu's boy.

He was being uncharacteristically stupid in stubbornly insisting on approaching Wen Ruohan now, which was most unlike his usually gentle and cautious character, but he was also ten years old - some stupidity was to be expected. Didn't adolescence start around then or something....? Or whatever it was that rotted teenage boys’ brains the way it obviously had his sons’? 

Wen Ruohan pinched his brow and exhaled hard, struggling to manage his temper. He had not yet descended to the level of squabbling with children.

"What," he forced out through gritted teeth, "is it?"

"Nie-gongzi wrote that he'd like to come visit," Wen Yao said, which was both exactly the type of "news" a child might be expected to think was earth-shatteringly important and which made Wen Ruohan nearly see red at how stupidly inane it was - and all the more because it included that accursed surname Nie. "He says his father is being intolerable."

Well, Wen Ruohan could scarcely argue with that.

After all, wasn't that why he himself was so angry at this precise moment? Lao Nie's cavalier behavior, his indifference, his disdain...

Wen Ruohan frowned, suddenly distracted from his anger. 

"Did you say Nie Mingjue was complaining?" he asked. "Nie-gongzi, not Nie-er-gongzi? Not Nie Huaisang, the littler one?"

Nie Huaisang complained about everything, being six, but loud with it. But Nie Mingjue?

Nie Mingjue was fourteen and fundamentally a good boy, with none of the typical self-absorption and moodiness of adolescence. For him to complain about another person, least of all his father, and to someone in another sect, no less, even if that someone was just a friend he'd made during his father's visits to the Nightless City or Wen Ruohan’s own to the Unclean Realm...that was out of character.

That was practically a cry for help, really. It suggested something might be genuinely wrong.

Something wrong with the Nie sect leader –

Wen Ruohan’s anger, entirely caused by the particularly aggravating behavior of Lao Nie, abruptly cooled so fast that it felt as though his entire body had fallen into an icy river.

After all, who didn't know about the Nie sect's famous inclination towards qi deviations...?

"Yes, sect leader," Wen Yao said, blinking up at him. "The older Nie-gongzi. He seemed very distressed. Should I write him back and ask about particulars?"

"No need," Wen Ruohan said, making a snap decision. "I'm going to go pay a personal visit to the Unclean Realm right now. I'll settle the details myself when I get there."

He swept out the door, tossing a "Get someone to clean this mess up, will you?" over his shoulder as he did.

-

It turned out the letter from Nie Mingjue was a fabrication, but after patching things up with Lao Nie, Wen Ruohan was in a good enough mood to forgive Wen Yao for his little schemes.

-

"How attached are you to Wen Yao?"

Wen Ruohan blinked, then stared incredulously at Lan Qiren, who was probably the last person he'd expect to try to poach talent away from him. It was Lan Qiren, after all, boring old-before-his-time teacher that he was.

Lan Qiren grimaced at him, which was an unusual posture with which to start such negotiations. Normally someone trying to steal someone away, much less someone actually surnamed Wen, servant or not, would put on a flattering expression and try to butter him up first. Lan Qiren’s disgruntled expression was completely out of place. After all, people didn't try to steal other people's servants involuntarily...

Unless.

"Wait, you're saying Mingjue's little scheme worked?" he blurted out, and Lan Qiren’s scowl worsened. "It did? Absurd. I don't believe it."

Nie Mingjue had only been talking for the last two or three years about how he had to introduce his two good friends, Wen Yao and Lan Xichen, and how well he was sure they would get along. Up until now, Wen Yao had been politely putting him off, mostly because of some ridiculous self-image issues - so what if he was a servant's son or born of a prostitute, he had the Wen surname, and that alone made him nobler by far than any of the smaller sect's true-born children, perfectly capable of speaking on equal terms with the heir of a different Great Sect, and really, Wen Ruohan needed to encourage the boy to pick up more of the arrogance that was now his right - but with Wen Ruohan sending him, Wen Chao and Wen Ning to the Cloud Recesses for lessons with Lan Qiren as a favor to Lao Nie, he presumably wouldn't have been able to avoid meeting Lan Xichen any longer.

Apparently, it had gone even better than Nie Mingjue had predicted, if Lan Qiren was already here to feel Wen Ruohan out about a potential marriage agreement.

Unless that had been what Nie Mingjue meant all along - Wen Ruohan wouldn't put it past Lao Nie's son.

He wouldn’t put anything past that family of rascals.

"Believe it or not, as you wish, but that doesn't change the reality of it," Lan Qiren said, sounding grumpy, and for the first time Wen Ruohan realized that the other man - who he normally avoided out of residual dislike of teachers, and perhaps some jealousy of Lao Nie having friends other than him - was completely unafraid of him. How interesting. "I assume you'll want to extract everything you can over this and naturally you have me over a barrel, so I thought it better to finish it quickly so that you wouldn't have time to think of any more outrageous demands."

How delightfully blunt. Had Wen Ruohan missed something here, seeing Lan Qiren only in his role as acting sect leader? He'd assumed that the overly-cautious pedant was all there was to the man, Lao Nie's unfathomable appreciation for him aside, but perhaps Lan Qiren was one of those rare people who was genuinely different in a different milieu. 

Perhaps Lao Nie might even be right about him, which, knowing that man's proclivities, would mean that this seemingly innocuous man was actually dangerous in some fashion. 

Interesting indeed.

"What's the rush?" Wen Ruohan asked, and suppressed a grin at Lan Qiren’s audible huff of exasperation. "This is their life we're talking about, after all. We should treat it seriously."

It was said that Lan loved only once in a lifetime, and irrevocably - if that were true, Wen Ruohan really did Lan Qiren over a barrel, as the other man had so forthrightly admitted. Given Lan Qiren’s obvious adoration of his nephews and Lan Xichen's role as sect heir, even sect leader presumptive given his father's seclusion, Wen Ruohan was in a position to make considerable demands.

Studying the man in front of him with curiosity, he wondered idly if he could even go so far as to obtain a person of the previous generation. A teacher renowned throughout the cultivation world had to have considerable talent, and, well, Wen Ruohan had always appreciated talent...

[pakhnokh]

Wen Ruohan. Something tells me he never bothered to change a single diaper of any of his sons. (Drawn in 2022)

[wiredhope]

I’ve been really fixed on him .__.

[kettledemon]

Angry relatives are the best weapons

[zelkam]

— chuck palahniuk, haunted

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Thinking of post-sunshot au where the Wen were allowed to live (and re-group) for some reason, where JGS somehow manages to majorly fuck with JGY's head/brainwash him, and WRH who has been after JGY for revenge and yoinks him, but suddently he has the brainwashed JGY in his hands and he's like "This is Not Right what THE FUCK happened to my Yao'er"

(JGS should flee the jianghu while he has time xD)

Ohhh what an unpleasant surprise D:

But it's also funny to imagine WRH ready to ennact his revenge on JGY after finally getting his hands on him, only to find out about the change and doing a 180, all "wait what happened to my Yao'er???"

A nice 'who did this to you' moment bc even if he considers JGY his enemy now, he still respects him ;u;

[sillygoofyqueer]

Plz i beg not humbly this time more mad scientist wei wuxian i am in love with this au

I actually only respect people who humble themselves in my temples because I have no respect for those who know that they cannot do more than beg for me to look upon them and deign to hand them what they desire. However, I didn't post yesterday because I spent the whole day celebrating my bestie booboo bear's eve of birth (happy birthday @parkercore-69 you're a massive loser) so you get a free pass. Wei Wuxian is back in the Wens' grasp, Wen Qing is scolding him for being a fucking dumbass and Wen Chao is in trouble. His stupid incompetence led to Wei Wuxian - their greatest weapon against the other clans, their ingenious little puppet to make dance - being trapped with a fucking Lan for an extended period of time ("how long?" shhhssshhhhh), and almost died in the process! Luckily, he doesn't seem like he's had any mindblowing realisations that could imply that their conditioning has been fucked up by Lan Whatshisface, but Wen Chao is still in a lot of trouble because of it. Wang Lingjiao is in trouble as well for injuring the scientist, and. Uh. Let's just say that Wen Ruohan is a lot less lenient with his son's mistress (a servant) than his son. It is very safe to say that she is not going to Lotus Pier any time soon. Or at all. She's- she's dead.

Wen Chao is obviously not pleased that his favourite mistress is dead, and so his opinion on Wei Wuxian starts to change. After all, she wouldn't be dead if Wei Wuxian hadn't been injured by her, and he wouldn't have been injured by her if he hadn't jumped in front of the branding iron meant for that Jin girl of all people. So, it's Wei Wuxian's fault, and therefore he sucks. PLUS, he completely stole Wen Chao's kill and he can't even claim that he killed it because everyone loves Wei Wuxian and is so impressed by what he managed to accomplish totally by himself and not at all with help from anyone. This all coalesces in the decision that Wei Wuxian actually sucks and he hates him and he's praying for an experiment to kill him or something. Wei Wuxian does not care about this a singular bit even when he gets out of Wen Qing's grasp (even though he is NOT ready).

There is a big elephant in the room, however, and that is what the fuck do they do with the Nie heir that passed out before the excursion. They've been keeping the guy in his guest quarters at the wherever it was they held the indoctrination but like. What the fuck do they do with him. Wen Chao and Wen Xu are obviously like "oh em gee just kill him," Wen Xu mainly because he wants to be able to parade the dead body around to Nie Mingjue because I almost just wrote 'lovers to enemies' and I really have to question myself when these things happen so we're going to move along rather swiftly. Of course, instead of doing something so simple, Wen Ruohan is like "well our scientist is always in need of...volunteers." So Wen Zhuliu - who I've decided has been taken away from Wen Chao as a punishment; "you almost kill our scientist, you get your bodyguard taken away!" - goes and grabs Nie Huaisang to go into the experimenting room with only Wei Wuxian because Xue Yang is mocking Wen Chao.

Nie Huaisang knows that anyone who goes into Wei Wuxian's experimenting rooms do not come back out, so he is like really freaking out. He's expecting blood and organs and dead bodies and vessels of resentful energy, and there is all that and more, but there's also just Wei Wuxian who looks half delirious with fever and too focused on learning the dizi to look over at him when he's shoved into the room. Nie Huaisang is standing stock still and trying not to be looked at but also he can't just sit by and listen to these first attempts at flute playing with his delicate hearing that urges him to school the man who is probably going to kill him. He hesitantly tells the madman that he's holding the flute wrong for starters, and the next thing he knows he's teaching his executor the beginner's guide to learning such an instrument.

Wei Wuxian has been told that Nie Huaisang volunteered for this experimenting but it's very blatantly obvious from everything he knows about this man (and that's very little all things considered) that he did not volunteer for this. This, paired with what Lan Wangji was telling him in The Cave, is beginning to make him feel very suspicious (and a little disillusioned) of what the Wen have been teaching him through the years. Like, Nie Huaisang is definitely not a burly masculine man who forgets that women exist but he seems to be completely chill and comfortable within himself despite this. He's got the nice robes, the fans, the hair - he's treated well. He has not volunteered himself to be experimented upon. If he hasn't volunteered, then how many of the others hadn't volunteered? How much innocent blood rests upon his hands?

It's this strange lapse in assurance of his place in life mixed with the aggressive fever that in all honesty he should be in bed dealing with that leads him to turn to Nie Huaisang and be like "my doctor told Wen-zongzhu that I shouldn't be out of bed because I am extremely weak and delirious. It would sure be a shame if while my back is turned you happened to grab a blunt object and knock me out, then go through the next door to my other room and escape through the secret passage behind my bed that Xue Yang doesn't think I know about." Then he just gives the other boy a very expectant look as he grabs a thick book from a nearby pile and places it on the desk next to him before slowly turning around and continuing to try and play his dizi. Nie Huaisang is like "what the fuck is going on" but also does not question it and takes his chance to do as Wei Wuxian instructed to get out.

Wen Zhuliu is of course the one who finds Wei Wuxian because it goes strangely silent inside his rooms and the man, who is standing guard, gets suspicious and goes in to check on the situation. Wen Ruohan is fucking furious when he's told about what happened, but also Wen Qing did warn him...that doesn't mean he can't take some action, just in case this wasn't an accident. He's suspicious of the boy, who could just be acting delirious (he really isn't. He's watching the moon dance as we speak). So, he's like "well, you are ill and we should have listened to Wen Qing, but you did still let Nie Huaisang get away, and then talk about to me when I talked to you about it" (Wei Wuxian asked why this was a big deal if Nie Huaisang was a willing volunteer). It's safe to say that Wei Wuxian's back does meet a whip. Wen Qing is like "you shouldn't be doing this to him when he's got such a fever!!" and Wen Ruohan is obviously like "I don't care" and does it anyway.

Wei Ying is getting increasingly suspicious and worried about the implications of this.

[chirpycloudyrobin]

Now you’ve put cssr as wrh’s twin sister. I can’t help but imagine bssr, upon hearing stirrings of wens starting a war; goes down her mountain to give wrh a good smack with her slipper.

baoshan sanren adopted cangse sanren because the girl had a lot of potential. she just didnt know that cangse sanren had a +1 until a few years down the road. now shes stuck wrangling wen megalomaniac ruohan because shes the only one he would listen to outside of cangse sanren LMAOOOO perks of being able to easily beat his ass. after all, what is an almost immortal to an actual immortal ?

actually i have more thoughts abt wen twins ruohan and cangse lemme just write em all down