19 Mar 2020
Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian brought scandal and shame down upon his head and was thrown out of the competitive ballroom dance circuit. He vanished, never to be heard from again.
Lan Wangji aches when he remembers the way Wei Ying danced--like a laugh given movement and form. He has never stopped searching for him.
28 Jun 2020
Lan QiRen may be one of the many rule-bound, unbending and unforgiving elders of Gusu Lan, but he's also an uncle.
- Part 1 of What Matters Most
12 Jan 2021
Sizhui is angry.
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10 Apr 2021
“I have a mathematics problem that I can’t figure out,” Sizhui says, his voice cool and detached in a way it never is, and Wei Wuxian tangles his fingers with Wangji’s, anxiously tapping the fingers of his free hand against his thigh.
Uncle shoots him a baffled look, but Lan Xichen can’t return it, and he says, “Alright, tell us the problem. We’ll help you.”
“I can’t seem to figure out,” he starts, “the value of a Wen’s life.”
Lan Xichen would close his eyes if it didn’t feel like a coward’s choice.
Uncle opens his mouth, but Sizhui continues before he gets the chance to say anything. “The Dafan Wens once numbered over three hundred. There were sixty four Wens on the Burial Mounds, myself included. The rest of us were dead by then. Baba wasn’t a Wen, but he was the only reason any of us were alive, him and Wen Qing. So sixty five of us.”
Wangji has to hold both of Wei Wuxian’s hand to keep him from reaching out to Sizhui.
“A-die injured thirty three Lan clansmen when he attempted to defend the Burial Mounds and so now he has thirty three scars. One lashing for each disciple injured.” Sizhui’s anger is so large, filling the room until there’s barely enough air to breathe. “How many lashings will you take for the sixty four dead Wens?”
Uncle is speechless. Lan Xichen would be impressed by that if he had any room for it.
“I am the only living Wen left,” he says. “Uncle Ning was killed once, then again when his mind was stolen from him, and you speak now as if he should die a third time. How many Wens must die for you to be satisfied? How many times must we die?” Sizhui’s eyes are bright and Lan Xichen held him when he cried for so many years and sitting here he wonders if he’ll ever hold his nephew again. “Did you think allowing me to live was mercy? Did you feel righteous when A-die brought home a feverish child crying for the family you’d killed and you magnanimously decided not to slit his throat?”
Lan Xichen has to swallow twice before he can say, “We wanted to give you a home.”
Speaking was a mistake. Sizhui’s eyes are on him alone now and it’s like being branded. “It wasn’t yours to give. This was all always supposed to be mine. From the moment Wei Wuxian claimed me as his own, I was always going to be the son of Lan Wangji. You didn’t give me anything. You only stole. You watched as my family was burned to death and called it justice. You celebrated when Baba died. You weren’t sorry. You did not regret. You were not forced by circumstances. If any of that were true, you would not have whipped A-die thirty three times for trying to do the right thing.”
Uncle’s mouth closes, all the defenses he’d been about to offer dying on his tongue.
“Do not tell lies. Do not fear the strong. Do not bully the weak. Do not take advantage of your position to oppress others.” Sizhui looks between him and Uncle and snaps, “Shoulder the weight of morality. These are the principals I was raised on. I believe in them. I have allowed them to shape me. Because I have chosen to live by them, I cannot belong to a sect that does not.” He stands, reaching to untie his forehead ribbon and dropping it in the middle of the table. “I secede from the sect.”
09 Apr 2021
Jiang Cheng supposed he shouldn’t have been too surprised at his brother's behavior.
But still. He thought that whatever interruption Wei Wuxian might make would be along the lines of trying to smuggle in alcohol and getting caught. Not—well, whatever the hell was happening in front of him right now!!
[or, wangxian time-travel to back to when they meet in the cloud recesses and jiang cheng is very confused]
27 Jun 2020
Wei Wuxian falls into the Burial Mounds and unknowingly lands two thousand years in the future. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi find an unconscious man in strange historical costume at a restricted area of the Burial Mounds Memorial Park. Five years later, they all reunite by accident at Mo Village, and the man who claims to be Mo Xuanyu accepts a ride to the train station, trying to get away from his family home.
When an artist named WIFI posts a painting on Oasis containing pointed references to Lan Wangji's original life, Lan Wangji restarts his millennia-long search for Wei Wuxian. Lan Sizhui worries over his father's strange behavior, wondering if it's connected to Lan Wangji's long-lost childhood friend. A fateful trip to Dafan Mountain brings unexpected reunions, confessions, and realizations, culminating in a happy ending at the Cloud Recesses.
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