15 May 2021
Wei Ying would never forget the day he first met Wheatgrass Guy. He had been rotating the stock of bananas, cleaning out the over-ripe ones to move to the bargain bin, when it had happened.
“Excuse me. Where can I find the wheatgrass?”
“End cap, row four -- ” Wei Ying started to answer. And then he saw him. Standing there in his flowy white tunic and his pale blue linen pants, as if that was a thing that people did. Who did that? Was it legal to do that? Wei Ying thought not.
“Thank you,” Wheatgrass Guy had said, his amber eyes boring into him.
“No problem,” Wei Ying had managed. “Let me know if you need help with bananas.”
Wei Ying should not be allowed to speak. Who had entrusted him with words?
“I will let you know if I need any help,” Wheatgrass Guy had said graciously, and Wei Ying thought that this guy was too good, too amazing, too kind, letting it slide like that -- “with bananas.”
Oh no, that was worse.
Wheatgrass Guy was kind of a bitch.
The Martial Arts AU, wherein JX/WWX co-parent, Jin Ling suffers through being raised by his uncles, and the Juniors get sick of adults being idiots about everything and take matters into their own hands.
15 May 2021
Wei Ying has a lot on his plate right now.
It’s finals week -- which isn’t so bad. He’s never had to study much to do well in classes. But that just means that things are that much more tense with Jiang Cheng, who, as far as Wei Ying can tell, only takes study breaks long enough to glare at Wei Ying where he sits on the couch playing video games.
It’s not studies that have Wei Ying stressed out. It’s everything else. It’s the recruitment for the research trial he’s coordinating. It’s jiejie and her impending marriage to His Royal Douchebag Jin Zixuan. It’s the volunteer work at the palliative care facility. It’s Wen Ning’s worsening condition. It’s Wen Qing working herself thin to care for her brother and Wen Yuan. It’s the way Wen Yuan never seems to have enough food.
So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?”
15 May 2021
Being a donkey wasn’t so bad, once you established that there were certain things you would – and would not – put up with. Someone expecting you to carry them on a diet of roadside weeds? Unacceptable. Someone feeding you apples to put up with such treatment? Tolerable. Regular grass? Disappointing. Spiritual grass? Surprisingly delicious. Yiling Patriarchs? Also disappointing. The robes worn by the Lan disciples who fed and mucked out Little Apple’s enclosure every morning and evening?
Not as good as apples, but still surprisingly delicious.
aka: The fic where Mo Xuanyu’s spirit got trapped in Little Apple, which makes his crush on Lan Xichen super awkward.
24 Dec 2020
Wei Wuxian's spirit slipping backward through his memories and into his past self at the Cloud Recesses was not part of the plan. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to use the to opportunity fix a few things. The first and foremost: ensure the war with QishanWen ends before it can begin.
Aka, Another Time-travel Fix-it
14 May 2021
Jiang Cheng seethes, gripping the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how to help you,” he admits, “so I’m sending you to the people that do.”
It nearly slips out then, the truth of the matter. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to snap back ‘There’s no helping me, not now!’ but the words stick in his throat. Shijie is crying and Jiang Cheng is defiant and Lan Zhan is staring at him so earnestly that Wei Wuxian simply doesn’t know how to tell them all that he’s living on borrowed time.
So he doesn’t.
At the behest of his siblings, Wei Wuxian is sent to Gusu to recover from the strain of the Sunshot Campaign.
If only he knew how to do that.
Bookmarked by firegrown
14 May 2021