- Jiang and Wen Siblings
Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together
But one's never going to let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar
- Nie siblings
Two birds on a wire.
One tries to fly away and the other
watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar.
- Lan siblings
Two birds on a wire.
One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired".
The sky is overcast and I'm sorry.
One more or one less.
Nobody's worried.
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best things in life by belovedmuerto
best things in life
by belovedmuerto
T, 37k, wangxian, 6 works, series in progress
Summary (Part 1): There is a deep inhale, and Lan Wangji knows immediately who is on the other end of the line. His breath catches in his throat and, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jingyi jump up and leave the room at a dead run. Sizhui is rooted to his spot, staring at him with wide, fearful eyes.
My comments: Sweet story with reconciliation at its core that focuses on what happens with and around wwx after being terribly injured in a car accident. The thing is, his emergency contact is still Jiang Cheng, although the two have been estranged for many years and wwx is convinced that jc hates him. This is... patently not the case, as lwj, jc and the juniors sit awkwardly in the waiting room to hear the result of the surgeries, or later, when jc sits in the room (silent and glowering, but still) or hosts the juniors at lotus during the nights while lwj stays with his husband.
Three stories in the series so far (but feels sufficiently finished, so no worries). ** NOW WITH 6 WORKS **
modern au, modern cultivators, car accidents, hurt wei wuxian, injured wei wuxian, hurt/comfort, established relationship, adorable juniors, brotherly feels, jiang brothers, adorable juniors and their friendship, insecure wei wuxian, self-esteem issues, oblivious wei wuxian, emotionally constipated jiang cheng, doting lan wangji, protective lan wangji, sickfic, self-worth issues, fluff, caretaking, emotional hurt/comfort, jiang cheng needs a hug, @belovedmuerto
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Lady Mo au?
a continuation of 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60
Oh, A-Cheng.
Jiang Yanli's eyes burn but she doesn't let the tears fall through years of long practice.
When she'd woken and they'd told her that A-Cheng had killed A-Xian, she'd laughed.
It doesn't feel like a joke anymore, except for one where maybe she's the punchline.
She knows that he didn't mean to do it. She's not even sure that he did do it - the idea that shoving A-Xian off a cliff would do more than lead to some bruises is laughable. Maybe if he'd been exhausted, as he probably was, he could have broken something. There's no way, even at the height of A-Cheng's rage and grief when he thought her dead, that he'd meant for his blow to kill. That he would have thought that it could have.
Jiang Yanli reaches for her brother's wrist, feeling the strong thrum of his golden core under her fingers.
When Wen Qing told her what she'd done, Jiang Yanli almost regretted saving her, nearly ended her life herself.
It was only the knowledge that Wen Qing would have let her that stayed her hand.
When A-Xian went over the cliff, he didn't have a golden core. He hadn't had a golden core for years. Because he'd tricked A-Cheng into taking his.
For the first time, Jiang Yanli had hated him.
Still, Wen Qing had admitted that even without his golden core, she doubted the fall could have killed him. He'd endured worse without it and survived.
However. He hadn't lost quite so much then. He hadn't thought her dead then. It's possible it killed him because Wei Wuxian let it kill him. She'll never know if that's true. She hopes it isn't.
They never found a body. A-Cheng clings to that still, but there'd been plenty dead during the war that never left bodies behind. Besides, if he was alive, he would have come back. He would have heard that she was alive and came back to her even if he was convinced that A-Cheng never wanted to see him again.
He never came back. The only answer is that he's dead.
"Okay, A-Cheng," she says softly, patting the top of his head like when they were children. She wonders who he saw that reminded him of A-Xian, if someone laughed a little too loudly, if they were a little too rude or a little too bright.
"He did," he mumbles, turning into her hand. "But not even to us. Asshole."
"I know," she says. He'd most of the way asleep already. He probably won't notice if she starts crying too.
It kills her, but she'll never tell him to stop, never tell him why all his hope is wasted, why he'll never find A-Xian no matter where he looks.
She's never told A-Cheng the truth about his golden core and she never will. It would break him, to know that all that's left of their brother now sits in his chest.
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