modern au in which wwx grew up with his parents, and at the ripe age of 33, he still gets dragged along for lny visiting to the jiangs’ place.
“ma, i’m 33, can’t i skip it this year?”
“you’re still single, right? so no other plans!” his mother crows.
8yo lwj, standing outside the school gates at 2pm in his little white uniform with the round silver buttons. looking out over the sea of parents’ cars, trying his best not to cry.
shushu has gone home without him.
shushu has ABANDONED him.
thinking of 7yo lwj waiting patiently beside the entrance of the seafood restaurant for his guests to arrive.
it’s his birthday today, and his uncle has rented out the entire space for a celebration. even better, he’s allowed lwj to invite his entire class!
tonight i’m thinking of renowned mathematician wwx who is invited to speak at a conference in a foreign city. he lands, and grabs his suitcase off the baggage carousel —
“excuse me,” a curt voice says. “that’s my suitcase.”
“no,” wwx says. “it’s mine.”
thinking of delivery rider wwx. he’s hauling a bunch of redmart boxes to someone’s doorstep when he sees a note on the door that reads “delivery riders, please help yourselves”. there’s a basket under the note with packets of unsweetened barley tea inside.
modern dad wwx comes down with a debilitating migraine, so he asks for his bf lwj’s help to babysit a-yuan while he lies down in the dark for a couple hours
lwj is delighted, but 3yo a-yuan is over the moon!
cr era except that wwx winds lwj up so much that he hisses, “i really wish i could kiss you” in the local gusu dialect.
“huh?” wwx just stares blankly at him, teasing forgotten. “what does that mean?”
lwj tries to recover as gracefully as he can. “nothing.”
modern au in which 70-yo retiree lqr runs into his old classmate wcz at a major matchmaking park.
lqr’s older nephew got married the year before, and has since moved out. the younger one, however — lqr worries for him.
he’s 39, single, and very lonely.
Jin Ling’s guide to addressing your elders and relatives correctly during Chinese New Year 🍊🍊
(I did my research, but I also made a fair amount of assumptions for this one - see footnotes!)
#mdzs
#魔道祖师
wwx showing up at his 10-year school reunion with full sleeve tattoos and a faceful of piercings. he’s happy, he’s at a good place in his life, he’s come a long way from being the rebellious alt kid who always got punished for breaking school rules.
dadxian being summoned to the school to discuss 6yo a-yuan’s disruptive behavior in class. just as a-yuan’s teacher mr lan (who, in dadxian’s expert opinion, is very hot, mind you) opens his mouth to say “mr wei —”, a-yuan cuts him off.
“it’s dr wei.”
i had dinner with a teacher friend recently, and he told me about a “disruptive” former classmate of ours who is now a HOD in our old school. the teacher who used to punish her now REPORTS to her and apparently they get along very well 🤣
anyway wwx and lqr
Jin Ling: hahaha dad look at this meme
Jin Zixuan: wait let me get my glasses. (puts them on and grabs his son’s phone) Who’s that? What are they doing? Is that your friend? Why do you have a video of them?
thinking of wangxian at the supermarket together. at some point they temporarily move apart to look at things in different aisles
when lwj walks to the next aisle to catch up with wwx, he doesn’t see him there. so he checks the next.
still no wwx.
modern school au where 17yo wwx is crushed when lwj, who is his best friend, abruptly decides to stop speaking to him.
the moment wwx arrives at their usual lunch table in the canteen, lwj jumps to his feet and hurries away.
wwx receiving a text from his sister while out on a run: “the delivery driver didn’t show up :( are you free to help deliver this kid’s birthday cake? i’ll make it up to you later!”
wwx hurries to his sister’s cake shop. it’s just a couple km away.
thinking of 28yo single dadji taking 6yo a-yuan on holiday for the first time 🥺 a-yuan is so excited that he accidentally opens a door in their hotel room that leads to a connecting room.
there’s a man with long hair, sleeping on the bed inside.
/ public sex
wwx riding lwj on a park bench. it’s their first date. they’ve only known each other for three hours at this point. both of them are virgins. both of them are absolutely sure that this is the person they want to marry.
thinking of lan qiren, and how much he looked up to his brother when they were young together. how much he looked forward to his brother getting married, so he would get to be the fun uncle to his brother’s children
modern dadji au where 8-yo a-yuan comes home from school earlier than expected.
he pauses in the entryway. there’s an unfamiliar pair of shoes at the door. grunting and whimpering noises drift out from his dad’s bedroom. a-yuan grabs a kitchen knife, shaking
head empty, just tiny babie dragonji fascinated by a chubby white snake on the ground.
it’s pretty, with opalescent scales and a pale blue frill. dragonji pounces, but it slips away, eluding him. he chases it through the bushes and into the stream.
❤️🩹 Lan Wangji did not actually say “you really are an awful person” to Wei Wuxian in the Xuanwu cave ❤️🩹
🐢 The exact phrase he used is 讨厌, which has a slightly different connotation
🐢 讨厌 can be pretty contextual, and I’ll explain why below
Let’s go!
/ pregnancy
thinking of tiny babie lxc pressing his cheek to his mother’s large belly. “guai baobao,” he whispers. “huanhuan can’t wait to meet you.”
the surface of her skin ripples, and an outline of a small fist appears to smack lxc soundly in the face.
divorced wangxian au where they stay friends.
they’ve been divorced for a few years. they married way too young and the cracks began to show very early. at one point they both realized they weren’t mature enough to do this.
16-yo wwx buying this cabbage/pig keychain set for himself and his bestie lwj on their graduation day.
(yes, the pig is meant to fit inside the cabbage!)
worst is his brother’s simmering amusement.
lxc always mysteriously develops a coughing fit every time the phrase comes up. lwj looks at him, and he knows. he knows what his brother did. and he knows that his brother knows what he did.
“open, shushu,” a-yuan breathes. he’s leaning over lwj, looking excited.
lwj opens the box. inside, nestled on a square of soft fabric, is a beautiful silver ring with a pearlescent gemstone set into the band.
“jiezhi (戒指),” lwj corrects a-yuan gently.
teenaged a-yuan going through a mild rebellious streak and arguing with his dads. he cries in his room and misses dinner.
when he emerges hours later at 3AM, puffy-eyed and sniffing, he finds a plate of cut melons in the fridge.
they say the yiling laozu died with his eyes open. without a proper grave, his body and heart torn to shreds.
they were wrong.
he had a place, and he had those who visited him in secret, offering pieces of themselves to his memory.
happy qingming 🧹
cr era wangxian with their awkwardly developing teenage bodies… cue lwj waking up one morning to find a giant pimple on his forehead, right between his eyebrows 😭😭😭 and his ribbon isn’t covering it 😭😭😭
🗯 An analysis of speech patterns from character to character 🗯
💬 Everyone in mdzs speaks differently depending on their situation, personality, and social standing
💬 It’s often very difficult to reflect this in translation because of the nuances
what if 1000-yo dragon prince lwj encountered wwx, a dragon parts harvester 🤔
dragons guard their hair, scales, and other emissions closely — these are sacred and valuable.
cue dragonji “spilling” some of his, ahem, essence while watching wwx from afar…
wwx hugs him back, tightly. his eyes are turned up into little crescents of joy. “thank you for inviting me to your party, lan zhan.”
next year, lwj thinks. i hope we’ll also be buddies next year, and the year after that, and forever.
/ the end! 💖
thinking of teenaged wwx ending his texts to his bestie lwj with “WAN AN 😊”
and lwj getting confused because it’s the middle of the day… why is wei ying wishing him good night? oh, who knows. wei ying can sleep any time he likes. he’s probably napping
🍇 The Jiang Cheng Meta Thread 🍇
⚡️ Jiang Cheng doesn’t deserve the amount of hatred that he gets
⚡️ He’s actually one of the most sensible and relatable characters in MDZS
⚡️ I’m just Very Tired™️ of seeing him getting bashed ok
wwx: i’m hurting all over, and my friendship with your brother is effectively over because i made your uncle beat him
lxc: aw, here’s the key to the family jacuzzi ☺️ and don’t worry i promise my bro is definitely not mad at you ☺️
“however, if you’re willing, i will gladly place it on your bedroom floor later, as long as you place your own shirt there as well.”
wwx sits up, wide awake. just then, a new text comes rushing in.
“p.s. i think you’re really hot too.”
wwx buying a waterproof speaker for his uni roommate lwj for his birthday 🥹
lwj listens to music on his headphones, mostly orchestra tracks, and some of his late mother’s original compositions. wwx loves watching him from the corner of his eye —
thinking of modern lxc and lwj who share a small apartment in the city together. one day they get a message from their uncle who is coming from their home province for a short visit, and they bustle around to get the house ready in time
/ alcohol
modern au where wwx is 3 months older than lwj and they celebrate their milestone birthdays together 🥹
at the stroke of midnight on wwx’s 18th, his friends crack open the mostly-warm cans of jolly shandy and heineken and pour them down his throat
thinking of modern wwx being inspired to propose to his bf in a cheesy, romantic way — by hiding the engagement ring in the tiramisu.
but things don’t go according to plan. wwx is poised at the edge of his seat, ready to go down on one knee, when it happens.
thinking of wwx sitting opposite his new date, who happens to be nhs’ brother’s boyfriend’s brother or someone. watching this solemn handsome man tear up at the brown mala teddy bear dissolving into the hotpot, and instantly realizing he’s found his soulmate
lactose intolerant lwj my beloved… 🥺
just 25yo lwj on his first date with his cute coworker wwx. they’re going to one of wwx’s favorite restaurants, a tteokbokki buffet place with a specialty melted spicy cheese fondue.
modern au in which 70-yo retiree lqr runs into his old classmate wcz at a major matchmaking park.
lqr’s older nephew got married the year before, and has since moved out. the younger one, however — lqr worries for him.
he’s 39, single, and very lonely.
ok so courtesan lwj:
courtesan lwj is very popular. he’s treated well by the courtesan house bc of his musical and poetic skills.
but the courtesan house is falling into debt. to save it, lwj puts up his most prized possession for auction:
his virtue.
“i’m here,” wwx murmurs, over and over again. he buries his face hotly in lwj’s neck, kissing every inch of cheek he can find. “see? i’m real. i’m never leaving you again. not now, not ever.”
it’s okay, lwj thinks. you’re here, and i’m here, and we’re okay.
one of my favorite thoughts is of post-canon wwx discovering the sheer potential in mxy’s body.
now that he’s settled, he finally has what mxy never did. full meals, healthy food, a thorough cultivation regimen, exercise, and plenty of rest.
perhaps my nephew and your son might become friends.
perhaps you and i might rekindle our friendship, and return to the easy familiarity of our school days.
and perhaps, none of us will ever have to be alone.
“thank you, changze,” lqr murmurs. “i will.”
㊗️中秋节愉快,花好月圆🌕
bunji has had too much to eat 🥲
translation:
bunxian: 送你~ (for you)
bunxian: 倒茶 (pouring tea)
bunji: 想吞 (wanna gulp it down)
bunxian: 哎呀 (aiya)
bunji: 魏婴救救我 (wei ying, help me)
“this is the understanding that we gain — the awareness. at at the end of the journey, it is ourselves we find.”
dragonji stares at the fox man, his pulse hammering. /this one/, he thinks. /oh, how he has seen my heart./
🐇 What Lan Sizhui’s name means 🐇
🦋 I explain the meaning behind his given name and his courtesy name
🦋 I’ve briefly covered this in the CQL subs critique, but here’s the full version with some extra analysis
🦋 There will be spoilers
Let’s go!
with lwj, he can do all sorts of things that wwx doesn’t allow him to do! lwj usually takes him on bicycle rides to the convenience store, plays board games with him, and lets him help with the housework.
there’s a lump rising in lwj’s throat. with it comes an alarming realization — he’s dangerously close to tears.
wwx has been watching him closely. “oh no, i’ve made you sad. i’m sorry, lan zhan.”
“no,” lwj says quickly. “i like it very much.”
he hugs wwx.
my old school had a rule against sneaking food out of the canteen, because too many students did it and inadvertently caused pest infestations in the classrooms. they stationed prefects at the canteen entrances to search ppl’s pockets
anyway prefect lwj
uncharacteristically, mr lan interrupts him. “i would.”
“in a…” wwx has to say it. “a professional capacity?”
he hears mr lan take a deep breath. “a personal one.”
wwx can’t hold back his smile. “then, in that case, i’ll see you after class on friday.”
thinking of mountain bandit wwx robbing traveling scholar lwj on a deserted road, and finding nothing of value except for a small pouch of silver ingots.
“give me that,” wwx says, pointing at lwj’s chamber pot.
lwj is highly affronted.
the lan disciples are far too well-bred to tell their peers what it means. they exchange polite but pointed glances, or do their best to look the other way.
lwj’s suffering is immeasurable. he should never have let it slip. he should have just stayed silent.
he’s here with wei ying.
found. safe. and above all else, loved.
when you look at it, it’s simple, really. because there’s absolutely nowhere else in the world he would rather be.
what if… modern wen qing in a lavender marriage 🤔
as part of an agreement to be named the heir to wen ruohan’s multi-billion surgery practice, she has to maintain a public image as a conventional family woman. so she enlists her old uni roommate, wwx.
“it was a joke. i just assumed…”
lwj glances down at his basket. there’s a single large cucumber in there, and a bottle of baby oil for removing the glue from the price labels.
“what’s wrong with it?”
“nothing,” wwx mumbles. “nothing at all.”
“the police will find the bad man,” a-yuan says, sniffling. he’s proud of himself for remembering what to do in an emergency. “he left a pair of shoes at the front door. they can use the dna on the shoes to track him down. right, ba?”
personal financial consultant wwx. neatly-pressed monogrammed dress shirt and slacks. glasses. shirtsleeves folded up to expose his forearms. doing math in his head and talking about premiums and deductibles and underwriting
jiaozi? lwj is sure wwx is not hiding any dumplings in the jacket, but he knows from long experience that a-yuan will not let it go.
he reaches into the jacket pocket and pulls out — something.
a small, square velvet box.
thank you. thank you for remembering. for standing up for me, and for thinking of me again, and again, and again.
too much, for a 7yo to say, to express. the hug will have to do.
a-yuan loves his ba very much, but he can be strict sometimes.
lwj can tell a-yuan is in a fidgety mood today. he keeps casting wistful glances at wwx’s jacket, which is hanging over the back of a chair.
🌙 More on Lan Xichen and the principles of fairness and justice 🌙
⚖️ He made so many sacrifices and concessions for Lan Wangji because he loved him unconditionally and above all else
⚖️ This is a Huge Deal, and here’s why
⚖️ Spoilers ahead!
wwx’s smile falls, and he looks down at his feet. “i see.”
he spends the rest of the day repeating the syllables quietly to himself. he must have made lan zhan really angry, to insult him like that. he’s never seen him lose control like that before.
in lqr’s defense, he has done nothing of the sort! 😤
earlier, he had tried to stop beside the school to let lwj clamber aboard. but there were double yellow zigzag lines on the asphalt, and the cars behind had honked furiously until he was forced to leave.
🤷 Some quick notes on Nie Huaisang’s nickname 一问三不知 🤷
🤔 This is translated as “Head Shaker” in the official English version, but it means more than that
🤔 I’ve previously covered this in the cql subs critique, but here’s a more detailed explanation
the bag is full of fruit. cream rolls. milo nuggets. roller coasters. ice gem biscuits. ribena. packet lychee. rose syrup. and tissue.
his uncle had driven him to the 24-hour supermarket the night before to buy it all.
“and your dollar,” lwj says.
“all the same, i should apologize to lan zhan. i must have really frustrated him.”
lxc thinks he might need to sit down. “my brother—?”
“yes. because…”
lxc tries to think of a way to exit the conversation. “…an expression of frustration, yes.”
wwx is silent for a moment. “why would he abandon you?”
there’s a sob, swelling in lwj’s throat like a scream. “i don’t know. maybe — maybe — because i only got a 9/10 on my tingxie yesterday.”
wwx’s mouth forms the shape of an O. “poor lan zhan.”
tired from the flight, a-yuan quickly falls asleep. he dreams of the sound of the ocean, of fish swimming around him, of a large hand wrapped gently and securely around his own. and he dreams of warm waves lapping overhead, tinted in sunlight and memory.
deep in his little heart of hearts, lwj is fully prepared for no one to show up.
he’s not exactly popular. he doesn’t run with an established group of friends. he doesn’t really have anyone to play digimon or football with during recess.
thinking of this again…
🍆 再进来些: come in, a bit more
🍆 我整个人从里到外都是你的: i’m completely yours, inside and out
🍆 你进越深我越喜欢: the deeper you are, the more i enjoy it
🍆 射我里面也行: feel free to come inside
yeahhhh good for you, wwx! 😜
“of course.”
privately, lxc thinks that it’s nice that wwx is attempting to learn more about the local culture.
but when wwx repeats the phrase to him, with perfect intonation and emphasis, lxc almost chokes.
the only person he has is — wei ying.
wei ying is his class buddy. everyone has one, assigned by the teacher at the start of the year. you’re supposed to look out for your buddy, sit next to them in the canteen, and collect their homework when they’re sick.
it’s a new bunny notebook. a twin to the one that wen chao flushed down the toilet.
“plastic backing too, so it’s waterproof this time,” wwx says proudly. “and look, i also got you —”
a carrot-shaped pen.
lwj swallows, hard. “my uncle abandoned me.”
wwx’s mouth falls open, revealing a thick dusting of brown malt powder on his tongue. “oh! wah, hao kelian (so pitiful). why would he do that?”
lwj blinks back tears. “i don’t know.”
everyone has that one friend in their friend group who doesn’t like to use public toilets. basically they stay away from any toilet that isn’t the one in their own house
anyway lan wangji
he sees nhs and his older brother, and the jin siblings, and mianmian, and wen ning and his older sister.
and —
wwx, walking carefully in the shelter of an umbrella held by a tall older girl. he’s carrying his baby brother on his shoulders.
lwj is fairly sure wwx doesn’t dislike him. he’s always holding lwj by the hand, dragging him up the school treehouse, across the basketball court, over the monkey bars. wwx always buys him ice gem biscuits and ribena from the canteen.
lwj guesses there’s a toy inside that wwx is probably withholding from him.
well, no matter. together, they tidy the house — a-yuan helps to wipe the countertops, and later, he stands on a stool in the kitchen to help lwj make scallion pancakes.
“eh lan zhan, you’d never believe what i found! pea crackers — oh!”
wwx’s hands are on his face, rough and warm and real. the scent of his apple shampoo envelopes lwj, so thoroughly that he knows he would’ve awoken by now if it had really been a dream.
“it’s great, i love the way it sounds,” wwx says. he repeats it loudly and colorfully, waving a finger for emphasis, and lxc resists the urge to cover his own ears. “thank you, lan-gongzi. the next time i’m frustrated about something, i know what to say.”
it’s wei ying.
wwx’s uniform shirt is already untucked from his shorts. he’s guzzling a red ice lolly from a plastic tube and crunching on a packet of milo nuggets. there’s a grass-stained football tucked under his arm.
“why are you still here?”
lwj even gives a-yuan a rare sun cake as a treat, but a-yuan is uncharacteristically distracted.
“shushu,” a-yuan blurts out suddenly, looking at lwj with his big solemn eyes. he points at the jacket. “the jiaozi inside. i want to see.”
wwx gives lwj a red envelope “from auntie and uncle jiang” which his uncle promptly takes for safekeeping.
“i have a better gift for you,” wwx whispers, grinning. “we can sneak away and take a look at it later.”
lwj swallows.
thanks to wwx’s influence, all the visiting clan heirs are quickly aware of the phrase by the end of the lecture series. nhs shouts it at the top of his lungs during sword drills. jc grumbles it while reading in the library.
“i’m holding you to that. see you at twelve?”
sometimes, wwx thinks, you find opportunities in the oddest of places. he sends a silent prayer of thanks to the various people who failed to show up for the party.
“i can’t wait,” he types. “see you tomorrow.”