Wei Ying first hears about the ball over dinner.
"They're trying to marry off Second Prince," Fourth Uncle says, through a mouthful of stew. "There is going to be a ball, for all the gentry." "Everybody who's rich and titled, who's got a son or daughter the right age, will be invited. Second Prince will pick someone out."
"He's probably very stuffy and full of himself!" Wei Ying snorts. "I pity whoever has to marry him!"
(In which Wei Ying, a fugitive from justice, sneaks into the palace, steals from the imperial family, and eats his words.
AKA, yet another Cinderella AU.)
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05 Nov 2020
24 May 2020
There was someone playing the flute as Lan Wangji opened his apartment door. The sound was light and airy. His hands inched for his violin strings. He hadn’t itched like that -
He hadn’t itched like that since Wei Ying had vanished.
(Lan Wangji’s slow recovery from (undiagnosed) depression, partially because of the unseen flautist living in his apartment block, partially because of his violin, partially because of Lan Xichen. Eventually, he encounters the flautist)
It'd been a year since Jin Guangyao died.
Wei Wuxian is back at Cloud Recesses.
Lan Qiren realises that Wei Wuxian is not so bad after all, and that perhaps Wei Wuxian's particular brand of brotherhood is exactly what his grieving eldest nephew needs.
(Lan Qiren protects his family. Seventeen years ago, that family grew to include Lan Yuan. Now? Now, it grows to include Wei Wuxian. Eventually. If the idiots (and he thinks this with fondness) will hurry up and confess.)
A look at Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and Lan Xichen, post-canon, from the perspective of Lan Qiren
- Part 2 of through the eyes of elders
01 Oct 2020
It’s better this way, he told himself. Let them forget the useless First Jade. Let them forget my name. Let them forget me so that I can live out my days as I deserve— in silence, as payment for lives taken; forgotten, in payment for lies believed.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
The shadows reached out and curled around him.
We are waiting.
Jin Ling had begun to suspect years ago that there were parts of his family history that had been crossed out; long streaks of black where Wei Wuxian had been. The truth is more like whole books being brought up from their hiding places again.
Or: Jin Ling tries to figure out what family means, now.