How i see Wei wuxian leading the band of disciples through out the book:
three little meow meow and one big meow meow
Me, writing Waltz for the Dead: lol this is just for fun, let's see Nie Huaisang's life after canon!
Lan Jingyi: I have something to say
Me: oh okay buddy happy that you wanna participate-
Jin Ling: me too! I wanna show off how badass Sect Leader I am. Plus!! Fairy puppies!!
Me: uh. Okay? Like glad that you wanna be around, a bit unexpected tho-
Mo Xuanyu: ahem.
Me: ...
Mo Xuanyu: :)
Me: Ok, not to be an asshole but what the FUCK you're doing here
Mo Xuanyu: oh just y'know :) haunting people and stuff
Me: ... yea sure this might as well happen
Also, I'm not complaining that this is becoming a bit more comical than what I've written before but Mo Xuanyu really took me by surprise lol
Anyway if this becomes a chaptered fic I'll cry
Me, writing Waltz for the Dead: lol this is just for fun, let's see Nie Huaisang's life after canon!
Lan Jingyi: I have something to say
Me: oh okay buddy happy that you wanna participate-
Jin Ling: me too! I wanna show off how badass Sect Leader I am. Plus!! Fairy puppies!!
Me: uh. Okay? Like glad that you wanna be around, a bit unexpected tho-
Mo Xuanyu: ahem.
Me: ...
Mo Xuanyu: :)
Me: Ok, not to be an asshole but what the FUCK you're doing here
Mo Xuanyu: oh just y'know :) haunting people and stuff
Me: ... yea sure this might as well happen
I just wanted Lan Jingyi to have a given name instead only a courtesy one IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
Yknow what? I'm doing it. Lan Jingyi given name is now Lan Huang (藍煌) and if I'm not crazy and Google hasn't lied to me, 煌 means brilliant, which makes his given name mean "Brilliant Blue". And fits him. So. Yea.
And I've checked Facebook and there are people named 藍煌, so I'm not pulling a barbecue Ariana Grande situation here
But oh God and Heavens if I'm being an asshole/doing something wrong pls someone tell me and I'll delete this immediately 🥺
I just wanted Lan Jingyi to have a given name instead only a courtesy one IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
TW: Mo Dao Zu Shi canon suicidal tendencies under the cut, just to be safe, but no discussion of the actual thing happening
NHS post canon
Here we go folks! All the requests for NHS on the Wip Wednesday community!
If you wanna see more of this, don't hesitate to send me an ask! :D Make me write!
He ought to let go of his dark thoughts for now. It wouldn't be a good idea to let his mask slip, even if no one called him “Headshaker" no more, not every one knew the monster that lurked behind it.
The innkeeper brought his bottle, leaving right after with a quick bow, rushing to tend to other tables, the place too busy for him to keep all his attention on Huaisang.
He had chosen to wear more discreet robes today, but still, there weren’t many cultivators that kept a saber instead of a sword, and even fewer ones that carried a fan like he did. With these two things combined, it wasn’t hard to identify him if one knew what to look for. And people knew what to look for.
That's precisely the reason why he sat on the far back of the room, not to hide himself, he knew it was useless to try to do so, but to have an ounce of privacy while he waited. If one thing he learned from his revenge was that the Cultivation world was worse than old ladies with gossip; no Sect Leader could sneeze without it being the hot topic for the week. At some point, he had started to fan himself again, slowly sipping his wine, watching the room emptying as time passed by.
He wasn’t hunting ghosts but hunting nonetheless and would do him no good to expose himself early in the game.
Finally, when he had almost lost hope and left the inn, the room dove into silence, followed by a flood of talking. Whispers of “Lan-gongzi” spread like fire, even so he kept his eyes away from the striking figure dressed in white and blue, pretending not to see him walking straight towards Nie Huaisang's table.
@scifikimmi (Ikr?? I love him too, fav dark gray moral blorbo ♡)
Hn. Maybe finishing a second bottle hasn't been the best idea, he thought as he tried to ignore the tingle in his fingers, the heat burning his stomach. He knew better than to drink so much, especially Emperor's Smile, it left him in a bad mood, resentment dripping from him like a summer rain, but he could only stand so much of Caiyi Town without alcohol to cope.
“Nie-zongzhu.”
Ah. Here we go, then.
Nie Huaisang took a moment to look at the Lan disciple in front of him, keeping his movements sluggish, an aloof smile on his lips. He didn't get up, but he tilted his body deeply forward as a sign of respect.
“Lan-gongzi,” he answered back, gesturing for the other to sit down. “What an honorable surprise. Would you like some tea? This inn has a lovely blend, I believe it is Zewu-jun's favorite.”
The flinch was so honest that Nie Huaisang almost felt bad for the boy. Well, not actually a boy anymore. The kid had grown up to be a fine man, and probably he would be a very good Sect Leader, some day from what Huaisang had heard.
“Nie-zongzhu, with all due respect, I only came here to understand the meaning of this,” then he threw a sheet of paper on the table, the good quality and weight making it land on the wood with a soft thump. Huaisang stared as his own handwriting, not bothering to read the content but searching for any clues of it being altered somehow. Not that he believed that any person from the Lan Clan would do anything to it. It would certainly break at least ten rules if they did so. But. Well.
(no regrets no mercy >:) but who knows, this talk might help him with all the resentment! lol)
Old habits die hard, don't they, San-ge? “I'm glad to help, Lan-gongzi. Which part didn't you understand?” “EVERYTHING!” he shouted in the most un-Lan manner Nie Huaisang had ever seen.
And that's all for NHS pos Canon! Where am I going with this? No idea! Was I planning to add poor Lan Jingyi to NHS mess? Nope! But I love him and I wanna try my hand at a more mature LJY.
BTW, MDZS has a lot of honorifics and cultural aspects that I only know from watching the live action and the animation. I did a lot of research, but this is my first time writing for the fandom. If I need to change anything or if there's any Mandarin/cultural mistakes, please let me know!
(Based on my own post about Lan Jingyi being sad that everyone compares him to Lan Sizhui because I can’t stop myself and also it got really popular bc everyone loves awesome dad!LWJ so have some cute little LSZ and LJY with good dad!LWJ just being all cute and stuff)
“A-Zhong must learn patience! See how well A-Yuan waits?”
“Jingyi, you must try to be quieter. Look at Sizhui.”
“Sizhui, your calligraphy is lovely. Jingyi, you should watch how Sizhui writes and learn from him.”
“Jingyi, you need to practice the basics of the guqin better. Perhaps you could ask Sizhui to help you since he’s doing so well.”
Jingyi hits the training target hard with his practice sword, imagining it’s any one of their many teachers (which probably breaks a dozen rules but if no one knows…). For once, just once, it would be nice to hear, “You’ve done well, Jingyi” or “You’ve made quite an improvement” or even a simple “Good work, Jingyi.” He hits again with a grunt. He’s been out here for a while now and he’s all sweaty and gross but he doesn’t want to leave because he’s sure someone will keep trying to compare him to Sizhui again, probably by saying, “Jingyi, look at you walking around all dirty and not nice and clean like Sizhui.”
It isn’t Sizhui’s fault, of course. He isn’t the one who keeps comparing them. In fact, he’s the only one who ever tells Jingyi he’s doing well.
“Jingyi! I’ve been looking for you!”
Sure enough, it’s Sizhui, grinning and running up to him.
“You left lessons so early today and I didn’t get a chance to talk with you. Are you alright, Jingyi? You looked upset.”
“I’m fine,” Jingyi mutters, striking out again.
“But you’re not… You’re upset. Look, your footwork is all wrong-”
“And I guess you’ll correct me then?” Jingyi snaps at his friend, “Sizhui’s so good! Sizhui’s so talented! Sizhui can’t do anything wrong, but Jingyi can’t do anything right!”
He drops the practice sword and runs away to find somewhere to hide for a few hours until his emotions cool off.
He still feels bad for yelling at Sizhui the next day, apologizing to him profusely, though Sizhui doesn’t seem to think the apology is necessary. He never does. Sizhui is so good, and Jingyi is lucky to be his closest friend.
Of course, nothing changes. Their teachers still hold Sizhui as the example for all the students and Jingyi as a hopeless case, but Sizhui doesn’t think he’s hopeless, always complimenting him even as he corrects him.
And so does Hanguang-jun.
Strange. Hanguang-jun is Sizhui’s dad, so it makes sense for him to compliment Sizhui all the time, but he starts complimenting Jingyi too.
“Hmm, Jingyi, your calligraphy is improving nicely.”
“Your footwork is very nice, Jingyi. Try doing this. It will improve even more.”
“A very good answer, Jingyi.”
“Yes, Jingyi, you broke the rule on shouting, but it was to seek help for someone. That was very good of you.”
It seems that every other sentence out of Hanguang-jun’s mouth directed at Jingyi is a compliment. He certainly doesn’t want to complain, but it’s also very confusing.
“Hanguang-jun?” Jingyi finally asks about two weeks after the compliments start, “May this disciple speak with you privately? You and Sizhui?”