The Untamed fic: Returning home (part 1/4)
3549 words, Yunmeng bros reconciliation
Disclaimer: I posted this full fic on AO3 too under the same title so if you want to read the full thing it’s available there. (link in bio)
summary: Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng not making up in canon hurts me so here’s the Yunmeng bros reconciliation fic we all need in which JC gets hurt and WWX and LW try to save him.
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Light shines through the screens covering the windows of the jingshi, rudely awakening Wei Wuxian from his slumber. He rolls over and engulfs himself in the sandalwood scent of his loving husband. Although he excused himself from their bed hours ago, Wei Ying swears he can still smell the remnants of the night they spent together. Hours of tangling limbs and sweaty headbands leaving their traces on the previously squeaky clean Lan sect sheets. After all, every day means every day. And his husband is not one to forget his promises.
His husband. The time since his second shot at life has been a whirlwind of emotions. As if realizing that he’s a cut sleeve wasn’t shocking enough, finding out Lan Wangji not only loves him but has been waiting for him for years, was enough to make him feel like he’s living a dream. Every day he wakes up with a churning feeling in his gut that he’s still dead. Mo Xuanyu never gave him his body and his spirit is simply floating around the universe somewhere, desperately wishing for a second chance.
And then Lan Zhan walks in with their breakfast. Well, his breakfast, for the latter it’s probably his lunch judging by the time. The appearance of the eternal beauty of ice that is his husband is enough to quell those thoughts. No, this is all real. He got a second chance at life. He excitedly jumps out of bed, any lingering exhaustion vanishes at the sight of his soulmate.
“Lan Zhan! You brought me breakfast? What an attentive husband you are, always thinking of your lowly wife.” Wei Wuxian says with his usual dramatic flare. Hanguang Jun doesn’t even flinch as he puts down the tray of food and calmly says:
“Wei Ying’s not a lowly wife.”
He can’t help but laugh at his husbands resolute answer and giggles as he plops down next to him at the table.
“Ah, Lan Zhan! I’ve told you not to say things like that, my poor heart can’t handle it.”
If he sees the slight smile on Lan Wangji’s face, he ignores it.
“So why are you bringing the food yourself? Not that I don’t love it.”
“Everybody’s busy preparing for the discussion conference.”
Wei Ying gasps dramatically, nearly dropping the chili powder he was adding to his bland soup.
“It’s that time already? Wow, time sure flies.”
Wei Wuxian picks up his food again and starts eating. Lan Zhan however doesn’t start eating. Wei Ying recognizes that this means he still has something to say and therefor doesn’t want to start the meal yet. He puts his spoon down and puts his head in his hands, dramatically showing Lan Wangji that he has his full attention.
“The first sects are starting to arrive.”
Wei Ying nods.
“Jin-zongzhu arrived in the cloud recesses this morning.”
Wei Ying stifles a gasp and he can’t help the excitement that bubbles up in his chest. It’s been two years since the incident in Guanyin temple and Jin Ling has been an ever growing presence in his life. Although the boy definitely has his uncles temper and father’s pride, he has his mother’s heart and everyone can tell he enjoys Wei Wuxian’s presence. He enjoys it in a very similar way Jiang Cheng once did.
He tries to ignore the fact that this discussion conference will mean he’ll see Jiang Cheng again.
“Jin Ling’s already here? That’s great! He probably came to hang out with Yuan and Jingyi. Tell me Lan Zhan, has the Baling Ouyang sect also arrived?”
“Mm”
“Ah, then he’ll probably be with them. Its good that he has such good friends around him. Becoming sect leader at such a young age can’t be easy but with them he can relax a bit. Besides…”
Lan Wangji starts eating as his husband keeps talking, clearly aware he’s not expected to add anything more to this conversation other then the occasional nod. Wei Ying periodically shoves spoonful’s of soup in his mouth while he talks. The discussion of no talking during meals was given up on a while ago and at this point Lan Wangji relishes in it. His Wei Ying was sad for such a long time. He still has nightmares sometimes or moments where he stares of into space, deep in thought of a different time. So seeing him in front of him, so excitedly talking about various things, warms a part of his heart that he thought died during those sixteen years of longing.
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Not very long after that they find themselves at the training grounds of the cloud recesses. Wangji is sitting as upright and proper as ever. If it wasn’t for Wei Wuxian’s figure draped over his lap, one could think he’s a statue.
Wei Wuxian, who looks very content with his spot on Lan Wangji’s lap, twirls his flute around in his hand as he yells pointers at Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and a few other Lan Disciples. They are practicing archery as this year the discussion conference will once again hold an archery competition. It’s only for disciples under twenty so this is one of the last times they’ll be able to participate and Wei Wuxian was more than happy to help them practice.
“Master Wei, don’t you think we’ve practiced enough now?” Jingyi whines as he lowers his bow. Wei Wuxian scoffs in response.
“Nonsense! The conference starts tomorrow and during the banquet you won’t be able to do any practicing. Don’t you agree Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying looks up to his husband from where he lays on his lap.
“Mm, the archery competition is the day after the banquet so no time for practice.”
Jingyi sighs, unable to form an argument now that Hanguang Jun got involved.
“Sizhui definitely won’t be doing any practicing, what with the young lady arriving a few hours ago and all.” Jingyi mutters as Yuan turns to him with red cheeks.
“Jingyi! Jin-zongzhu will no doubt be very busy during the entirety of the discussion conference. “
“And he’ll no doubt still find a way to talk to you. In fact, I’m surprised we haven’t seen him since he arrived this morning.”
At this Yuan stills and looks towards the vague direction where Jin Ling’s staying. It’s true that he would usually look for them as soon as possible. Especially if he knows he might not have much time later.
“He’s probably just tired from the journey to Gusu.” Yuan says but, a seed of concern has been planted in the pit of his stomach as he continues to shoot arrows at the paper dolls.
As if the gods heard his concern, that exact moment Ouyang Zichen and Jin Ling walk around the corner, deeply engulfed in a conversation. Zichen spots them immediately and enthusiastically waves the way a sect leader like him probably shouldn’t. If Lan Wangji sees it, which he definitely does, he doesn’t comment. Wei Wuxian sits up and smiles as his eyes fall on his nephew. He stays back while Jin Ling greets his friends and gets up, chenqing in hand, once the boy turns towards him and Lan Zhan.
“Hanguang Jun.”
Jin Ling bows the way a sect leader should towards the chief cultivator and Wei Wuxian smiles. Jin Ling’s eye falls on Wei Wuxian and everyone is shocked when he ignores the latter and walks back to his friends.
Hmm? What’s that about? Jin Ling has never been that cold to him. In fact, he isn’t really the type to give people the silent treatment even if he’s angry at them. He immediately feels Lan Zhan tense up besides him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s fine Lan Zhan, I’ll talk to him.”
If he’s learned anything from his relationship with Jiang Cheng, it’s that you shouldn’t let ones anger fester for to long. His relationship with his broth- sect leader Jiang had been close to non-existent since the Guanyin temple incident, not that either of them have attempted to reach out. Conversations with his husband about the topic had taught him that talking things out would almost always solve things in the long run. Like how Lan Zhan wished he’d properly talked to Wei Ying about the carrying no sword thing and how they’d both begrudgingly agreed he probably should’ve talked to Jiang Cheng first before defecting.
His footsteps are heavy but he keeps a light-hearted smile on his face as he approaches Jin Ling when everyone’s finished with archery practice.
Jin Ling’s talking with Yuan and Jingyi when he notices Wei Wuxian approaching.
“Ugh, just what I need.”
He mutters and Yuan has to hold back a comment about the rude remark when he notices it’s about master Wei. Jingyi however, doesn’t seem too concerned with upsetting the Jin sect leader.
“What’s got your panties in a twist? You haven’t seen him in months, how can you be this annoyed with him already?”
Before he has a chance to answer Jingyi, Wei Ying has thrown his arm over Jin Ling’s shoulder.
“How’s my favourite sect leader doing?”
Jin Ling scoffs and Wei Wuxian is shocked to see the genuine anger in his nephew’s eyes.
“Fine, I’m completely fine.”
The look in Jin Ling’s eyes, he can’t help but be reminded of something. He pushes the thought away and lets Jin Ling storm off. Jingyi and Yuan apologize on his behalf before they go after him.
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“Are you sure you’re not coming?”, Lan Zhan asks for what feels like the tenth time.
“Sit amongst annoying sect leaders and listen to them bragging and complaining for six hours straight with only Lan food and water to distract myself? No thanks I’ll pass.” Wei Ying says, laughing as he turns back to his desk. Books, scrolls and talisman papers are scattered around it in a way anyone but him would find chaotic. Lan Zhan has given up on trying to clean up after his husband and just lets him do his thing in the mess.
“I will return in a few hours.”
Lan Zhan leaves a soft kiss on his forehead as he walks out of the jingshi. Wei Wuxian is happy he isn’t forced to go to the banquet. Although society has accepted him, he isn’t sure the distrusting stares will ever go away. He knows why they’re there and is aware that it’s not completely unwarranted, but it still hurts sometimes.
Talking about painful, Jiang Cheng will also be there. In another lifetime that would’ve been the only reason he’d go, now the latter’s presence is just another reason for Wei Ying to stay home. Jiang Wanyin is like a walking reminder to the life Wei Ying had, the life he loved, the life he can never get back too. Besides, he’s managed to avoid the man for so long, one more night won’t hurt. The Jiang sect leader made a life for himself these sixteen years, it would be rude to try and insert himself back in there.
He groans, anytime his thoughts go back to Jiang Cheng he can’t stop the memories of his previous life from spilling in. The memories of lotus pier, of his senior sister, the memories of his childhood and family.
He won’t get anything done like this, he might as well take a walk.
One can complain about the cloud recesses all they want, and Wei Wuxian does, but it’s a beautiful place to walk. The quaint paths, picturesque buildings and the beautiful trees leading the way.
The silence in the air is something he’s still getting used to. He’s called several places home, but none have ever been this silent.
The typical Lan silence is suddenly broken by the sound of a muffled scream. Not one of terror or pain, but one of anger. Everyone is at the banquet so he doubts anyone else heard it. He left chenqing in the Jingshi so he approaches the opening in the path with caution.
Whoever it is, must have a high level of cultivation since the sound of a sword moving stills as Wei Wuxian approaches. Once it comes into view he’s surprised to find Jin Ling there.
“Jin Ling? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the banquet?”
The boy scoffs.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Well I’m not the sect leader of a major sect, am I?”
Jin Ling’s scowl mirrors his uncle’s and doesn’t leave his face even as he sheathes his sword. He’s clearly very tense. Well if there’s anything Wei Wuxian has experience in, it’s making jokes to loosen the tension.
“Come on, people can’t see the Jin sect leader acting this way can they? You should act like an adult now, don’t be too dramatic.”
Maybe his skill in tension relieving jokes is rusty because he very quickly realizes he’s made a mistake. Wei Wuxian can see Jin Ling’s resolve snap as the boy scoffs, marches up to the older man, grabs him by the arm and says through gritted teeth:
“My apologies for being worried, not everyone is as good at abandoning their family as you are.”
Jin Ling storms away, leaving a stunned Wei Wuxian behind. Abandoning his family? What family does Wei Wuxian even have left to abandon? It’s then that a small voice in the back of his head kicks in.
Jiang Cheng
Something happened to Jiang Cheng.
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Wei Wuxian’s head races a hundred miles per hour as he tries to get his thoughts in order. Maybe he’s overreacting? Maybe he misunderstood? He should check just to be safe.
Lan Zhan, yes Lan Zhan will know what to do.
At a speed, probably not allowed in the cloud recesses, he runs over the quaint paths and through the beautiful trees, desperately looking for his husband. Seems Lan Wangji still has his innate ability to sense when Wei Wuxian needs him because he’s walking out of the hall the moment Wei Ying arrives.
Their eyes meet and it immediately becomes apparent to Lan Zhan that Wei Ying is in distress about something.
“Wei Ying-”
“Lan Zhan, is Jiang Cheng there? I need to speak with him.”
This causes confusion in the taller male who sighs a silent breath of relief. Seems the problem isn’t with Wei Ying but with Jiang Cheng. He doesn’t like seeing his lover so distressed but he can’t help but be relieved at the notion that he’s not the one hurt.
“Mmh, head disciple Jiang Hua came to represent the Jiang sect.”
Dread pools in Wei Wuxian’s stomach at the new revelation. What is he supposed to do now? Go to Lotus Pier because he has a ‘feeling’ there’s something wrong with Jiang Cheng? For all he knows he could be fine. Maybe he’s looking too far into Jin Ling’s throwaway comment. Everyone he cares for in the Lan clan is fine, he saw them all on their way to the banquet, the only other person that could be seen as family is Jiang Cheng. Although he doubts the man would still see him as a brother, it would explain why Jin Ling’s been so on edge these past few days. Maybe he should-
“Wei Ying.”
Lan Zhan’s voice breaks his train of thought. Wei Ying belatedly realizes he still hasn’t told Lan Zhan anything. He refrains from giving the exact quote but explains to his lover how Jin Ling’s words made him worried for Jiang Cheng. He knows Lan Zhan isn’t too fond of the other male but they both know Wei Ying won’t be able to rest until these worries have been dealt with.
They decide to look for Jin Ling at the banquet and ask him for more details. This seemingly very simple task got a lot harder when they realized Jin Ling was avoiding them. From pretending to be busy in conversations to just plain running away, Jin Ling seems aware they need something from him and is adamant to not give them anything. At one point Jin Chan even stops Wei Wuxian when he follows Jin Ling to the bathroom.
“Please refrain from bothering our sect leader when he’s doing his business.”
Wei Wuxian scoffs, he remembers Jin Chan bullying Jin ling, when did he become such a loyal underling? It seems his nephew has been doing a good job as a sect leader. That or Jiang Cheng scared them all into submission in his months at Koi tower.
Jiang Cheng…
He doesn’t have time for this. He can’t keep chasing Jin Ling around. Even if he manages to catch him, the younger male made it very clear he won’t talk to them.
It's then that Lan Zhan nudges him and nods at the other side of the room. There, in the corner of the big hall, discreetly hidden behind a fan and observing everyone is Nie Huaisang. The one who managed to fool everyone he was an idiot for decades as he conducted the biggest conspiracy the cultivation world had ever seen. Even now, although having done some impressive things, most people besides the big clans still see him as a fool. But Wei Ying and Lan Zhan know better. They know that he has eyes and ears everywhere. If anyone besides Jin Ling would know about Jiang Cheng’s status and reason for not coming, it’d be Nie Huaisang.
“Nie-zongzhu! It’s been a while.”
Wei Wuxian approaches with chipper in his step in an attempt to come off as casual but he can tell from the others posture that he’s already suspicious. Who wouldn’t be, they haven’t exactly been close since the Guanyin temple incident. Even the so ever courteous Lan Wangji felt iffy around the man. After all, he was part of the reason that his brother went into seclusion for years. Zewu Jun still struggles to be around the younger Nie without breaking down.
“Wei-gongzi, it’s nice to see you again.”
“Can we talk for a moment?”
Nie Huaisang lets out an awkward chuckle: “What could you have to discuss with me? Wei-gongzi I really don’t know.”
Wei Wuxian takes a breath as he feels his heartbeat quicken. His brot- no Jiang Cheng might be in danger, he isn’t in the mood to play these mind games. Nie Huaisang has played dumb for long enough, he’ll beat the information out of the other if he needs too.
Lan Zhan seems to notice his worsening temper as he puts a hand on Wei Ying’s shoulder.
“Nie-zongzhu, it’s urgent.”, Lan Zhan says as Wei Wuxian focusses on not punching anything or anyone.
A lot of emotions flash by on the Nie sect leaders face as he stays hidden behind his fan. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both see the cogs turning in the man’s head and immediately know that Nie Huaisang knows what they’re looking for. Eventually he sighs.
“Follow me.”
They walk out of the hall and into the gardens. If Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan wonder how Nie Huaisang still knows his way around the cloud recesses so well, they don’t voice their curiosity. Eventually they stop at an area close to where Wei Wuxian found Jin Ling and Nie Huaisang turns to them, finally closing his fan and looking them in the eye for the first time.
“One of my subordinates happened to overhear Jin Ling talk to one of his people about his ‘sick uncle’.”
Wei Wuxian’s heart sinks. So he really is sick. Lan Zhan has to pull him back into the conversation for him to notice that Nie Huaisang isn’t finished speaking.
“I can’t tell you how I know, but I think he might’ve confided in Lan Xichen about it.”
This time Wei Wuxian holds Lan Wangji’s arm as the latter tenses up, hearing his brother’s name from the Nie sect leader’s lips still stirs something within him.
“Thank you Nie-zongzhu.”
They exchange greetings before Nie Huaisang sneaks back to the banquet. They only have to look at each other once and Lan Zhan knows what his husband wants to say.
“No, brother’s busy. We can ask after the banquet.”
Wei Ying sighs. He knows that if he pushes he might be able to convince Lan Zhan to ask now but he understands the sect leader’s busy. He’s only been out of seclusion for a few months and this banquet is his first big task after becoming sect leader again. He must have a lot on his mind, it wouldn’t be right to disturb him now.
So they wait. Wei Wuxian sits through multiple excruciating hours of small talk with people he doesn’t like and that don’t like him. Eventually he just sits in Lan Zhan’s lap as he takes the scandalous stares they receive in stride.
It’s because of this reason that Wei Wuxian’s basically bouncing when they finally go to the Hanshi after the banquet finishes up and everyone returns to their chambers. Lan Wangji isn’t exactly jumping at the prospect that his brother is somehow involved in all of this, but be it the Lan in him or his love for Wei Wuxian, he wishes to know the truth.
It doesn’t take long before they find themselves sipping on tea in the Lan sect leader’s Hanshi.
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to be continued in part 2
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