Unruly Sun

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1/? Sooo, no war AU where I dont know WRH was visited by the ancient chinese version of the 3 ghosts of Christmas or the Xuanwu ate the evil Wens or something.Teenage/young men WangXian get together and want to get married. LQR/Lan Elders are against it, but they can be stubborned out by LWJ and supportive big bro LXC.

2/? The real impediment to the relationship is WWX family, Jiang Fenmiang while yes motivated in part by not wanting to lose wwx to the far away sect, genuinely thinks that its a youthful infatuation/lust that will burn out and turn their marriage bitter and leave wwx in a strict family/sect(Lans do not divorce!) that will not appreciate wwx lively personality and the restrictions will sap the spirit/happiness out of him.

3/? Madam Yu is also against maybe also out of care for wwx but in a far lesser degree but in her acid tongued ways (He will shame them/made them lose face with his behavior! The Lan Sect will not be as tolerant to wwx troublemaking ways as Jiang sect! Unruly son of a servant, bla bla ).Also for angsty backstory JFM or YZY did had a lively sister/aunt that suffered what they fear will happen to wwx and she came to a tragic end.

4/? In the beginning before Jiangs expressed the disapproval, the Lans where very loud in their objections, which really reaffirmed the Jiangs unwillingness much to Lan Quiren later regret.JC of course will vehemently agree with his parents, JYL will try to be neutral and coach it in gentler ways of maybe they should wait, have a long courtship but she did get infected by her family fears.LWJ is all hang propriety lets elope! But WWX that does not think he has cleared his debts to the Jiang sect

5/? yet like canon wwx and whose beloved sister gently got the promise out of him that he will let her see him in red(who knows maybe also all his family being so doubtful got to him), refuses LWJ entreaties, cue angsty misunderstanding and break up, eventual angsty death(s).

6/6 Or a long ass courtship, where wangxian proves their constancy for freaking years of courtly love and LWJ self appointed quest to prove to the Jiangs that he does knows and values wwx personality and will not try to change him and will always support him, really slow going since this is immature thin skinned LWJ.

Okay.

1. “ Also for angsty backstory JFM or YZY did had a lively sister/aunt that suffered what they fear will happen to wwx and she came to a tragic end.” <—-Madame Lan origin? Yes/No?

2. I like the long ass courtship ending, so fic:

“No.”

Wei WuXian’s smile hung in place for a moment, the finality in Jiang Fengmians voice swift and sharp as an execution blade. Like the pause between the sword stroke and the body beginning to twitch, it took a moment for the rejection to sink in.

Madame Yu had always been the sharp tongue to watch out for. Her immediate rejection of his request for them to bless a marriage with Lan Wangji was an expected obstacle. Never had he looked for it from his Uncle Jiang.

“..what?” he asked, eyes darting among his family as his smile faded in growing disbelief.

“I said,” Jiang Fengmian repeated, voice low in a grave, slow anger, his eyes only leaving Lan Wangji’s to glance with growing ire at where his hand was stretched out to clasp Wei WuXian’s between them. “No.”

Wei WuXian darted a look at Lan Wangji, throat tightening his suddenly shuttered expression, blank and empty even for him. It was jarring in contrast to how happy he’d been that morning when he bowed his head forward and let Wei WuXian tie his forehead ribbon on for him. Clearing his throat, Wei WuXian thought fast, then turned back around with another smile pinned to his face.

“Uncle Jiang, it’s okay.” he tried the same soothing voice that worked best on Jiang Cheng. “Lan Zhan doesn’t care about status, he already promised me-”

“I do not care what Lan-er-gongzhi has promised you.” Jiang Fengmian spat Lan Wangji’s title like it was filth. “A-Xian, come here away from him. There is nothing under heaven that would convince me to let you curse yourself marrying a Lan.”

Lan Wangji’s hand went slack in his grip. Wei WuXian clenched back and shifted sideways and forward, blocking his love as much as he could.

“Uncle Jiang!” scowling for the first time at this man that had been so kind to him, had given him a home and family and everything he wanted in life, Wei WuXian straightened his spine. “Don’t talk like that about Lan Zhan! You don’t know him! How could could you insult him so?”

Jiang Fengmain snapped his sleeves. “I don’t know him? No, A-Xian, the one that doesn’t know him is you! Lan Wangji is a Lan. They’re all the same. Rigid, rule-abiding monsters, high up in the Clouds. Passing judgment and demanding others follow them. He doesn’t love you, he wants to control you! You’re vibrant and full of life and you caught his attention.” Jiang Fengmian’s eyes took on a wild light and for a moment Wei WuXian was certain he would have swung his sword at Lan Wangji’s throat if Wei WuXian hadn’t been in the way. “He’ll marry you, then take you and lock you away, never to be seen again. That’s what they do.”

Lan Wangji’s breath hitched in something like a sob. Wei WuXian twisted to look at him, hot tears stinging his eyes at the stricken look on his face. Forgetting Jiang Fengmian for a moment, Wei WuXian turned to him completely, lifting his hands to cup that beautiful face.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, don’t be sad. Don’t-”

Hands like iron bands clamped around his shoulders and wrenched him away.

Wei WuXian cried out and twisted, catching a glimpse of Madame Yu before he was slammed face first into the ground.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji half rose, one hand reaching out to him before snapping back just fast enough to avoid the sting of Zidian.

“Damned Lans! I don’t care that you’re my nephew.” Jiang Fengmian drew his sword in a slow scrape of steel. Wei WuXian’s eyes widened in shock at his words. His struggles renewed as Uncle Jiang’s blade leveled toward Lan Wangji’s throat. “You’re that mans son and for that I’ll never forgive you.”

Wei WuXian’s eyes darted back and forth. Finding soft hints here and there, a vague similarity between Jiang Fengmian’s handsome features and Lan Wangji’s ethereal beauty. A passing resemblance between one great beauty and another, greater beauty he’d always thought. But….

A sister Jiang Fengmian always lit a bit of incense for every day. Her tablet polished to a shine in the ancestor hall.

“She was stolen from me.” he’d said the only time Wei WuXian had asked. “Stolen and smothered to death in a cage of supposed love. Be careful, A-Xian, of whose love you earn in this life. Some hearts are too heavy.”

He hadn’t understood then, and didn’t understand now.

“Uncle Jiang? What? Lan Zhan?” He looked helplessly at Lan Wangji, but found him as baffled as he was.

“Hold still.” Madame Yu shook him when he tried to go to him. “Ignorant boy! You really will go after any pretty face won’t you? Look what trouble your foolish lust had brought us. Did that viper even have to try to seduce you?”

“What are you talking about?” Wei WuXian tried out. “Lan Zhan isn’t like that! Lan Zhan is good and kind and sweet. What - I- Uncle Jiang! If Lan Zhan is your nephew, why would you disapprove of me marrying him?”

Jiang Fengmian scoffed in a way he could have learned from no one but his formidable wife. “So, am I supposed to be surprised that you didn’t tell him? You must be so pleased with yourself for stringing him along so far.”

“M-mother was….”

Wei WuXian had never heard Lan Wangji stutter. Not once since that night hunt they’d met on, or through any danger or any of Wei WuXian’s flirtatious attempts to crack his Jade-like stoicism.

“Was what?” Jiang Fengmian snapped impatiently, taking a half step forward. Wrath pulled his lips back from his teeth and for the first time Wei WuXian was afraid of him. “My sister? Kidnapped and held to the end of her life in a Lan prison? Killed by Lan hands? Which is it?” his wrist snapped in a dismissive gesture that made his sword jerk and shear off a strand of Lan Wangji’s hair. A crooked smile came over his face. “I have a question of my own for you Lan-er-gongzhi. How did she die exactly? I only know I was told years after and denied her body for proper burial. Did your gentleman father murder her in her bed? Did your self-righteous elders finally have enough of her? Was it you? She never had any other children. Did you prove your murderous Lan blood on the way out of the womb and bleed her to death then?”

“STOP IT!” Wei WuXian screamed. Strength flooded him at the wounded way Lan Wangji folded forward over his knees, the spatter of blood as the motion sliced his cheek on the blade still brandished at him. Suibian sang through the air, smacking against his palm as he kicked away Madame Yu. The slam of steel against steel vibrated up his arm. Knocking against Jiang Fengmians Qi, not sheathed as it always was in spars, but fully unleased, was like striking an iron wall.

Gritting his teeth until he tasted iron, Wei WuXian pushed. Jiang Fengmian stumbled back a step, eyes wide on Wei WuXian’s sudden fury.

“Don’t touch him!”

Backing up until his heel bumped into Lan Wangji’s knee, Wei WuXian didn’t lower Suibian or take his eyes off his family. Carefully, he turned so he could keep an eye on the two people who had taught him everything he knew about the sword and tried to think of a way to get Lan Wangji out of Lotus Pier. There was no hope of winning, but if Lan Wangji could just live….

First he had to get him off the floor.

Heart in his throat, Wei WuXian reached one hand back to grab a fistful of Lan Wangji’s robe. He’d just bent his knees and braced himself to lift him and run and somehow fight off the Sect Leader of Yunmeng Jiang and the Purple Spider when a voice rose like a bell into the tense silence.

“A-Xian-” Jiang Yanli called out, hands raised in supplication. She knew what he was about to do. Wei WuXian turned a pleading look toward her. Silently begged her not to do this. His heart couldn’t bear to be torn between her and Lan Wangji. Her expression turned gentle and reassuring. “A-Xian, father, please put down your swords. There’s some mistake, we can work this out.”

“There’s no mistake!” Jiang Fengmian said, jaw ticking as his teeth ground, but voice calming significantly in the face of Jiang Yanli’s soft beseeching eyes.

“Of course father.” she curtsied. “I’m sure you know the Lans well,” she turned a speculative look toward Lan Wangji. Wei WuXian’s heart sunk. “You are wise to be cautious. I too, do not want any harm to come to A-Xian. If Lan-er-gongzhi really does have dark intentions, I agree, he should be nowhere near him.” Her chin rose then to meet her father’s stubborn gaze with one of her own. “However, you do not know this Lan. A-Xian has always been a good judge of character. Would it hurt to take some time to be sure?“

For a moment Jiang Fengmian looked like he would snarl, but then his gaze lingered over Jiang Yanli. Shifted and lingered over Wei WuXian. With his anger receded enough, he could properly see Wei WuXian preparing to fight to save Lan Wangji.

Face pinched in displeasure, he sheathed his sword.

Madame Yu tisked, but Zidian crackled back to dormancy.

“Lan Wangji, if you really care for Wei WuXian,” Jiang Fengmian’s voice dripped with doubt. “Then you will not mind a long, chaste, chaperoned betrothal, will you not.”

Slowly, Lan Wangji’s head rose. Wei WuXian’s heart hurt for the pain stamped over his face. Just as slowly, his arms rose in a salute.

Lan Wangji bowed, again and again, deeper each time until his head knocked against the floor.

“Wangji will woo Wei Ying in all ways that are right and proper in the eyes of his family.”

“Then. Until you are married, you will never be alone with A-Xian again.” Jiang Fengmian snapped his sleeves, hate and revulsion twisting his face as he turned and stormed out of the room.

Wei WuXian eyed Madame Yu, then sunk to his knees and wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulders for the last time he would be permitted in who-knew how long.

“Lan Zhan. I’m sorry. I never thought. I-” Wei WuXian swallowed thickly. “If this is too much, I understand if you-”

“I will wait.” Lan Wangji whispered into his ear, arms rising to embrace him just as desperately. “I will wait forever for Wei Ying. Sect Leader Jiang….he is. My mother was charged with murder. Father married her to save her he said, then locked her in a cottage. She died.” His embrace became nearly painful. “It is not wrong for Sect Leader Jiang to be suspicious. It is good he loves you so well.” The embrace gentled as damp tears fell against Wei WuXian’s collar. “I will never, ever do such a thing to Wei Ying. Never. I promise. I vow to you. I only love you and want you to be free and happy every day of your life.”

“I will be. As long as you’re beside me, I will be.” Wei WuXian choked out. “Just you. Who else could I be with but you? It can’t be anyone but you. If you are willing to wait, I’ll wait too.”

“Then we will wait.”

Soft lips pressed against the curve of his jaw, then he was pulled away for the second time that day.

“Alright then.” Madame Yu said as she motioned to her personal servants. “Fengmian will have more guidelines tomorrow. For now, someone find that dog a room far from Wei Ying.”

“Yes Madame.”

Wei WuXian watched Lan Wangji be lead away and wondered how their happiness could have crumbled so much. How the happy life of love and joy they’d been planning that morning had become so far away.

“You won’t assassinate him will you?” he asked dully.

Madame Yu sniffed. “Of course not. I won’t let Fengmian kill him either.”

Wei WuXian turned to her, confused. “Why?”

“My reasons are my own.” she said as she finally let go of him. Turning smartly, she headed toward the door as well. The sharp click of her shoes paused at the threshold. So quietly it would have been unheard if there had been a single other sound in the hall, she tossed over her shoulder. “For your sake I do hope that boy really loves you.”

Jiang Cheng shuffled awkwardly, then hurried after her.

Too exhausted to pick that apart just yet, Wei WuXian let himself be folded into his Shijie’s sympathetic embrace.

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Anonymous asked:

AU where WWX doesn’t get resurrected (maybe the ritual was never invented) but NHS still managed an alternative revenge plan. When JGY’s machinations were revealed LWJ was *ready* to cut JGY down, only to face LXC pleading mercy for his sworn brother. LWJ’s response? “Where was brother’s mercy for Wei Ying?” And then he skewered JGY anyway.

Daaang Wangji! Thats brutal and I love it. Especially because Lan Xichen can’t even argue now that (part of) Wei Wuxian’s name was cleared up. At least Xichen gets to be there while Jin Guangyao dies?

Nie Huaisang, in all his deliberation and careful planning through the years, and most recently the sudden fits of near-frantic improvisation after finally getting his brother’s arm to cross paths with Lan Wangji - the honorable Hanguang-Jun who would accept and finish any night hunt - had not actually been able to account for Lan Wangji.

That the man would relentlessly pursue the truth and expose Jin Guangyao without hesitation was expected. That his peerless reputation would be enough to sway opinion against the revered chief cultivator had been the locus of his entire plan. That he, himself, would be there to see cruel vengance done was a hope so fervent it consumed him and he nearly exposed himself so many times dogging Lan Wangji’s progress.

He had not thought to keep track of the Honorable Hanguang-Jun after the truth was exposed.

The entire room froze with Jin Guangyao as Bichen’s icy blade settled ungently at his neck, pressing until blood drew, then sinking deeper until his fingers lossened from the wire around Jin Rulan’s neck. As the young man near-flew to Jiang Wanyin’s side, Jin Guangyao raised his hands in surrender, attempting to speak, but only slicing his neck open further as Lan Wangji kept pressing. Eyes widening in a more intense panic, Jin Guangyao stepped back.

Lan Wangji stepped forward.

“Wangji!” Lan Xichen, called out. “Justice must be served, yes, but we should seek the truth of the matter. All this-” he waved at Jin Guangyao, even now so desperate to believe him.

Nie Huaisang watched the light of hope and calculation bloom in Jin Guangyao’s eyes.

“Er-ge, please…it wasn’t my fault! I was driven to it. What choice did I have?” he reached one hand entreatingly out toward Lan Xichen, then winced a little more than was warranted when Lan Wangji pressed his blade a little harder.

Lan Xichen’s face spasmed with distress and indecision. “Wangji, we should review the facts-”

“All has been revealed.” Lan Wangji’s voice was as emotionless and implacable as ever. “There is no question to his guilt.”

“…but…but, the situation is unique.” Lan Xichen’s eyes darted between his brother and his sworn brother, feet shifting anxiously like a child. “The crimes are terrible, but surely some leniency can be given? It is the actions of others that-” Lan Xichen’s face drained of blood and his mouth snapped shut as his gaze pinned with something a shade like terror on Lan Wangji’s face.

With glacial slowness, Lan Wangji’s head turned just enough to meet his brother’s eyes. His mouth flattened a bit in the most expression Nie Huaisang had ever seen on his face. Skin suddenly crawling, Nie Huaisang took two steps back from the spot he’d deemed perfect for viewing Jin Guangyao’s end.

“Leniency can be considered in light of the situation, can it not? It was the actions of others that informed his decisions. A solution can be negotiated if we are willing to listen.”

The words had a certain candance of quoting and Nie Huaisang was absolutely certain the conversation was no longer about Jin Guangyao.

“Wangji…” Lan Xichen’s tight voice trailed off. His eyes darted to Jin Guangyao with a certain resigned hopelessness before turning once more to Lan Wangji. “A solution can be negotiated, if you are willing to listen.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes held his brother’s for a long, breathless moment, then hooded slightly. The expression wasn’t satisfaction or displeasure, wasn’t triumph or loss, but it was something deep and powerful that seemed to suck the air from the room.

“You did not listen then.”

“No, I didn’t.” Lan Xichen’s chin trembled as he agreed, understanding deepening the lines on his face and seeming to age him suddenly.

“You did not have mercy then.” Lan Wangj’s voice softened in a terrible way. It would be better if he were angry. Nie Huaisang had never felt so unsettled by a quiet voice in his life.

“No,” Lan Xichen gasped with a naked agony that seemed too intimate for an audience. “I didn’t.”

“I trusted Wei Ying’s word as you trust Jin Guangyao.” Nie Huaisang darted a glance at where Jiang Wanyin and Jin Rulan were standing, but only enough to see their pale faces and wide eyes before dragging his attention back to Lan Wangji as he spoke with uncompromising finality: “I will give your pleas the same consideration you gave mine.”

Lan Xichen cried out and lunged forward.

Bichen punched through Jin Guangyao’s throat, blade so sharp and strike so swift it sheered thick locks of his hair on the way out. Nie Huaisang greedily watched those locks fall ignobly to the floor, the gout of blood as Bichen was withdrawn, the artless drop of Jin Guangyao’s body to the floor. He hit with a heavy thud, arms sprawled out and legs folded in an unbecoming way.

The expected rush of satisfaction was weaker than Nie Huaisang expected.

“A-Yao!” Lan Xichen slammed to his knees, hand’s coming up to press the wound, but Lan Wangji’s strike was perfect and had severed his spine. He’d been dead before he fell.

Nie Huaisang backed up another step as Lan Xichen twisted to look up at his brother with tearful eyes. For a long moment they stared. Muscles tensing, eyeing the difference between the distance to the door and Jiang Wanyin’s back, Nie Huaisang cursed to realize he would need to arch around the Twin Jades to reach either. Sweat began beading on his brow. Would he make it by if the Jades battled each other here in this cramped room?

The moment broke when Lan Xichen swallowed, then lifted his bloody hands to bow once, a second time deeper, then a third time in a full kowtow to Lan Wangji.

Wordless, Lan Wangji watched the spill of his brother’s hair onto the bloodspattered floor, then turned on his heel and walked out.

The temple was still and breathless after. At last, Lan Xichen rose and looked after him with no resentment or anger, only regret and sorrow.

Flicking his fan open, Nie Huaisang decided again he would never understand that pair of brothers. How could they never, not even in something like this, argue?

Shrugging to himself, then grimacing at the wetness of cold sweat in his robes, he glanced down and began to plot how to take his trophy.

A lock of hair for his brother’s head would be nice.

I…. I don’t have words to describe how much I love this one. @mondengel you have outdone yourself.

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Anonymous asked:

Not necessarily angst, but I want a JYL survives au where she teams up with NHS to concoct the most elaborate “let him feel despair” revenge against JGY. Imagine, two people who’s used to being overlooked for their siblings, playing up their “oh I’m harmless” act in front of JGY, but at his back plans every inch of his fall (JC was not let in the plan cause while JYL still loves him, she hasn’t quite forgiven him for his part in the siege).

Ops forgot this bit about the JYL-NHS team up AU (I guess this is where the angst comes in). JYL has no regrets except that in order to not rouse suspicion she has to let JL be friendly with JGY. She’s sorry that’s JL will lose an uncle but hey, he’ll be trading up once WWX is back?

Jiang Yanli has never liked violence. She didn’t like hurting people or killing things and the world thought her weak for it. So she stood strong and endured the disappointment of her mother and subtle insults and the low opinions about her. To the rest of the world she was soft and weak and the most remarkable thing about her was her kindness. She wasn’t a threat in anyway so she was overlooked and disregarded.

But being kind and soft and sweet didn’t mean she couldn’t feel hatred or want revenge, especially on the man who plotted the deaths of her husband and little brother.

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Anonymous asked:

I loooooooveeeee the “Purifying WWX AU” and Mondengel’s rendition so after the nth time rereading I got the idea how to twist the knife further in. That is, what if the purification wasn’t voluntary and JC was in on it? JC and LWJ were never fond of each other but they’ve teamed up before to help WWX, and this time is no different. Maybe LWJ convinced JC that it is the resentful energy that’s corrupting WWX, it’s the resentful energy that’s making him increasingly unstable- (1/5)

- and that they need to forcefully and quickly cut WWX off from it before it’s too late (basically treating WWX like an addict). JC lets himself be convinced because he’d love to have something to blame for WWX’s recent actions (antagonizing the other sects without a care for yunmengjiang, choosing the wens over him, etc) - maybe this way JC can keep his brother by his side. (2/5)

So they trick WWX to go to Cloud Recesses, disarm and put seals on him (including the one that makes him unable to speak) - all the while telling WWX that this is for his own good, that he’d be better once he’s purified. WWX struggles at first but settled down when LWJ throws in an incentive - he promises to help speak for the Wen remnants after the purification, adding that the sects are likelier to listen to WWX too, once he stops walking the crooked path . (3/5)

It troubled LWJ and JC both to see WWX look so sad and resigned (you’d think they’re walking him to his execution), so they each try their best to cheer WWX up. WWX childishly ignored them at first, but at the last moment squeezed their hands -a sign that WWX came around, LWJ and JC thinks (but no, it was a gesture of forgiveness). (4/5)

WWX dies in the ritual and JC accuses the Lan clan for planning the sabotage. His self guilt and loathing of LWJ doesn’t abate even after Wen Qing reveals the truth about his golden core. (5/5)

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(1/4) WQ time-travel AU! WQ died regretting WWX’s sacrifice to help her and her family. So when she woke up in the past, before the Qiongqi path ambush but after WWX took the Wen remnants away, she knew what she had to do. WWX’s reputation has already blackened, even if she warned him about the ambush, even if they somehow manage to avert that particular disaster, it’s unlikely that the sects would ever stop targeting him.

(2/4) The only way to save WWX is to rehabilitate his image, and the best course to do that is to give the cultivation world a new enemy. So she steals the Stygian tiger seal, launch an “attack” against the sects and gave A Villain Speech painting WWX as this naive idealistic boy who she manipulated (she revealed how WWX gave up his golden core for his brother and claim she pressured him to help by guilting and holding his “debt” over his head).

(3/4) To save WN and the Wen remnants, she acts like she doesn’t care about them, that she’s been using them as experiments, and that she’s regretful the only ones left of her once mighty sect was her useless soft-hearted brother and her weak non-cultivator relatives. No matter, with the seal she plans to revive her REAL FAMILY (nvm that’s not how the seal works).

(4/4) The cultivation world is all pity and sympathy towards the poor misguided Yiling patriarch now. They hope he would recover from that Wen dog’s brainwashing soon, even as WWX cries and scream in LWJ’s (or JC’s) arms, struggling to reach WQ at her execution.