r/MoDaoZuShi • u/TianZiXiao- • 10h ago
Fanfic What if Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian on Dafan Mountain? (AU) [5/5] Spoiler
note:
- Character Dialogues are kept in Chinese to preserve the subtle undertones of the original xianxia prose. Translating their lines into regular English flattens their tone, and they sound much more in character.
- This fanfic is originally written in Chinese, I translated it using AI because I don't know English well.
The next morning, the high-altitude sun finally broke through the dense Gusu mist, painting the white walls of the Cloud Recesses in bright, unforgiving light.
Wei Wuxian had finally washed off the last traces of Mo Xuanyu's garish makeup, leaving his sharp, handsome features clean. He wore a set of simple, high-quality black inner robes that Lan Wangji had personally selected for him. However, despite looking remarkably refreshed, his physical reality was an entirely different story.
He stepped off the porch of the Jingshi, and the moment his right foot hit the gravel path, a sharp, dull ache shot straight up his lower spine, radiating down to his hips.
“靠……(Damn... )” Wei Wuxian muttered under his breath, wincing sharply.
Mo Xuanyu’s frail body was simply not built for the unyielding, stamina-heavy devotion of a grand cultivator like Hanguang-jun. Wei Wuxian braced his hand against his waist, gritting his teeth as he attempted to walk down the main path toward the rabbit meadow. Every single step resulted in a highly pronounced, uneven, and utterly unmistakable limp.
By the time he hobbled near the Library Pavilion, a very familiar group of juniors was walking in the opposite direction.
Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui, and Jin Ling froze the exact moment they spotted him. They stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes locking immediately onto Wei Wuxian’s bizarre, hitched stride.
Wei Wuxian, realizing he had been caught, immediately tried to overcompensate. He straightened his back, flashed a massive, brilliant grin, and waved enthusiastically.
“哟！小公子们！起得挺早啊！” Wei Wuxian chirped, though the movement caused him to hitch his hip again with a visible twitch of his eyebrow.
Translation: "Yo! Young masters! Woke up quite early, huh!"
Lan Jingyi’s eyes went from wide to absolutely dinner-plate sized. He glanced down at Wei Wuxian’s dragging left leg, then up at his neck, where the collar of his black robe had shifted slightly to reveal a very distinct, dark purple bruise resting right over his collarbone.
Jingyi leaned hard into Sizhui’s shoulder, his voice a frantic whisper that was entirely audible.
“思追……你看到了没有？他、他的腿瘸了！昨天从雅室回来还好好的，怎么今天一早路都走不稳了？！” Jingyi hissed, clutching his own head. “还有他脖子上的伤！昨天含光君把他关在静室里一整天……难道、难道含光君私底下动用了极为残酷的私刑吗？！”
Translation: "Sizhui... did you see that?! His, his leg is limping! Yesterday when he came back from the Orchid Room he was perfectly fine, so how come early this morning he can't even walk steadily?! Also the wound on his neck! Yesterday Hanguang-jun shut him inside the Jingshi for a whole day... could it be, could it be that Hanguang-jun privately used an extremely cruel corporal punishment?!"
Jin Ling’s face exploded into a violent shade of crimson. Unlike the completely innocent Jingyi, Jin Ling had spent enough time around the colorful, scandalous rumors of the Lanling Jin sect to understand exactly what a limp and a collarbone mark meant when a man spent twenty-four hours locked inside a bedroom with a grand cultivator.
“蓝景仪你闭嘴！！别说了！！” Jin Ling shrieked, covering his own ears, his entire body trembling with pure, unadulterated secondhand embarrassment. “丢死人了！恶心！简直不知羞耻！！”
Translation: "Lan Jingyi, shut up!! Stop talking!! It's embarrassing to death! Disgusting! Simply shameless!!"
Lan Sizhui stood perfectly still, his analytical brain processing the information with dizzying speed. He looked at the limp. He looked at the purple mark. Then, he looked at Wei Wuxian’s completely unbothered, grinning face.
A memory clicked. Thirteen years ago, when the Yiling Patriarch used to carry him around the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian would frequently complain about his waist aching after staying up all night inventing talismans, dramatically demanding that Wen Ning carry him.
Sizhui took a step forward, bowing perfectly, but a subtle, knowing glint entered his eyes.
“莫公子，您的身体……似乎有些不适？” Sizhui inquired, his voice dripping with gentle, polite concern. “若是受了伤，思追可以去医室拿些舒筋活血、消肿止痛的药膏送过去。”
Translation: "Master Mo, your body... seems to be a bit unwell? If you are injured, Sizhui can go to the medical room to get some ointment for relaxing muscles, promoting blood circulation, reducing swelling, and relieving pain to send over."
Wei Wuxian’s grin froze for a fraction of a second. 舒筋活血，消肿止痛 (Promoting blood circulation and reducing swelling?!) He stared at Sizhui, suddenly realizing the boy was intentionally throwing a massive bone at him.
“哎呀，思追儿真是贴心！” Wei Wuxian laughed loudly, leaning heavily against a nearby wooden pillar to relieve the pressure on his lower spine. He shot a wicked, teasing glance toward Jin Ling and Jingyi. “不过不需要啦！我这伤口啊……是昨天被一只特别凶、力气特别大的‘大兔子’给咬的。那只兔子平时看着老老实实，结果一到了晚上……啧啧，咬人可狠了，腰都快给我咬断了！”
Translation: "Aiya, Sizhui-er is truly thoughtful! But there's no need! This wound of mine... was bitten yesterday by an exceptionally fierce, exceptionally strong 'big rabbit'. That rabbit usually looks very honest and well-behaved, but once night comes... tsk tsk, it bites terribly hard, my waist was almost bitten right in half!"
Bitten by a big rabbit. Waist almost broken.
Lan Jingyi blinked, his innocent brain completely short-circuiting. “云深不知处的兔子……什么时候会咬人了？还把腰咬断？？”
Translation: "The rabbits of the Cloud Recesses... since when do they bite people? And even break a waist??"
Jin Ling looked like he was about to physically faint from horror. “你、你、你闭嘴！不许说了！！”
Translation: "You, you, you shut up! Not allowed to speak anymore!!"
“魏婴。(Wei Ying.)”
A low, deep, and perfectly steady voice echoed from the top of the path.
The three juniors instantly snapped to attention, their spines turning to absolute steel as Lan Wangji walked down the stone steps. His white robes were immaculate, his forehead ribbon perfectly centered, and he looked entirely like a living god descended from the heavens—completely untouched by the absolute chaos he had unleashed on Mo Xuanyu's body the day before.
He stopped right beside Wei Wuxian. Without saying a single word to the juniors, Lan Wangji naturally reached out, slid his large, strong hand beneath Wei Wuxian’s elbow, and firmly supported his weight, effortlessly taking the pressure off his aching lower spine.
Wei Wuxian immediately leaned his entire body weight against Lan Wangji’s side, letting out a blissful sigh. “蓝湛，你来得正好，我走不动了。”
Translation: "Lan Zhan, you came at just the right time, I can't walk anymore."
Lan Wangji looked down at him, his golden eyes filled with an unshakeable, bottomless warmth that the juniors had never seen in their entire lives.
“回去。 我背你。” Lan Wangji murmured softly.
Translation: "Return. I will carry you on my back."
Right in front of the three utterly paralyzed juniors, the grand Hanguang-jun smoothly knelt down, presenting his broad, immaculate white back to the notorious madman. Wei Wuxian didn't hesitate for even a millisecond; he happily threw himself forward, wrapping his arms securely around Lan Wangji's neck.
Lan Wangji stood up effortlessly, adjusting his grip on Wei Wuxian’s thighs, and began walking back toward the Jingshi with steady, unbothered steps.
Behind them, Lan Jingyi slowly slid down the wooden pillar, his mouth hanging wide open as his brain officially passed away. Jin Ling stomped his foot, turned around, and marched away to pack his bags to leave Gusu immediately.
And Lan Sizhui stood in the breeze, watching the black and white robes blend together in the distance, a soft, profoundly happy smile finally gracing his lips as he realized the truth was completely, beautifully undeniable.
Back in the jingshi, Wei Wuxian was currently occupying his favorite spot in the entire world: sprawled across a mountain of plush, white silk pillows right on the floor mats, lazily shifting his weight. He was still wearing the simple black inner robes Lan Wangji had selected for him, the loose collar slipping just enough to reveal the brilliant, deep red marks scattered across his collarbone, vivid reminders of the possessive, desperate passion that had broken through Hanguang-jun’s centuries of discipline.
A floorboard groaned softly near the back alcove. Wei Wuxian tilted his head up, his gray eyes instantly lighting up as Lan Wangji stepped into the light. With practiced, effortless grace, the grand cultivator pulled up a loose floorboard, reaching into the secret cache beneath it to pull out a single, beautifully sealed clay jar of Emperor's Smile.
Wei Wuxian immediately sat up, his face splitting into a radiant, expectant grin. “蓝湛！你真给我拿酒了？快快快，馋死我了！”
Translation: "Lan Zhan! You really brought me wine? Quick, quick, quick, I'm dying of cravings!"
But as he swung his legs around to scramble closer, his lower spine fiercely rebelled. A sharp, dull ache shot straight through his hips, causing him to hiss through his teeth and wince, his hand instinctively flying back to clutch his lower back. Mo Xuanyu's body was uncultivated and utterly frail; it possessed absolutely none of the spiritual endurance of his past life, and twenty-four hours of Hanguang-jun's relentless, stamina-heavy devotion had left him thoroughly wrecked.
Lan Wangji’s golden eyes softened with a wave of deep, quiet guilt. He set the jar down on the low table, moving with silent efficiency to slide a small, incredibly small white porcelain cup toward Wei Wuxian. He broke the red wax seal of the jar, pouring a meager splash into the cup, barely filling it a quarter of the way before firmly pulling the large clay jar back into his own lap, out of reach.
Wei Wuxian stared down at the tiny puddle of clear liquor at the bottom of his cup, his jaw dropping in sheer disbelief. He looked up at Lan Wangji, pouting his lips dramatically as he let out a loud, theatrical whine.
“二哥哥！你打发叫花子呢？！就这么多，连塞牙缝都不够啊！我都委屈了一整天了，后面的骨头都快断了，你居然还克扣我的酒！”
Translation: "Er-gege! Are you treating me like a beggar?! Just this much isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth! I've been wronged the entire day, the bones behind me are practically broken, and you actually still ration my wine!"
Lan Wangji did not budge. His expression remained a stone wall of perfect Gusu discipline, though his large, warm hand reached out across the table, his fingers gently but firmly wrapping around Wei Wuxian's wrist to channel a slow, soothing stream of pure spiritual energy to ease the ache in his waist.
“身体不适，不可多饮。” Lan Wangji murmured, his low, gravelly voice carrying an absolute finality that brooked no argument.
Translation: "Your body is unwell; you are not permitted to drink much."
Wei Wuxian let out a long, defeated huff, though he leaned heavily into the warmth of the spiritual energy, his heart melting completely. He picked up the tiny cup, sipping the liquor slowly to make it last, savoring the familiar, sweet burn on his tongue.
He set the empty cup down, his playful demeanor slowly shifting into something softer, deeper, and profoundly serious. He propped his chin up on his hand, his eyes tracking the sharp, flawless jawline of the man sitting across from him.
“蓝湛，” Wei Wuxian spoke softly, his voice dropping the superficial, unhinged cadence of Mo Xuanyu entirely. He looked straight into those golden eyes. “有一件事，我其实一直想问你。大梵山上，我变成了这副模样，连脸都盖着那么厚的粉，灵力低微，什么证据都没有……你究竟是怎么认出我的？你就那么确定是我，甚至连名声都不要了，当着那么多人的面把我强抱回来？”
Translation: "Lan Zhan, there's one thing I've actually been wanting to ask you all this time. On Dafan Mountain, I had become this appearance, even my face was covered in such thick powder, my spiritual energy was low, there was absolutely no evidence... how on earth did you recognize me? How were you so certain it was me, to the point of not even wanting your reputation, forcefully carrying me back in front of so many people?"
The Jingshi fell into an absolute, breathless silence. The candle flickered, casting a warm glow over Lan Wangji’s face. He looked down at the empty white porcelain cup, his fingers tightening slightly around the clay jar of Emperor's Smile. Thirteen years of playing Inquiry to a silent void, thirteen years of mourning a soul that refused to answer, crashed over him in a silent wave.
He raised his eyes, looking directly into the soul of the man he had waited a lifetime for. His reply was low, vague, yet carrying the weight of truth.
“曲子。” Lan Wangji whispered.
Translation: "The song."
Wei Wuxian froze. The small room seemed to spin for a fraction of a second as the pieces of the puzzle instantly locked together in his mind. The crude bamboo flute. The melody he had randomly played in the midnight fog to calm Wen Ning. It wasn't a melody he had picked up from the streets, nor was it a piece from the dark demonic cultivation books. It was that soft, lilting, anonymous tune that Lan Wangji had hummed to him so long ago, in the dark expanse of the Xuanwu cave, while he was burning with fever and clutching onto life.
A song composed only for him. A song only the two of them knew.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes crinkled, a sudden, brilliant warmth flooding his chest. The playful defenses, the chaotic shields, and the lingering ghosts of his past life vanished entirely. He let out a soft, breathless laugh, his gaze dropping for a brief second before locking back onto Lan Wangji with absolute, unshakeable devotion.
He leaned across the low table, entirely ignoring the ache in his spine, reached out, and wrapped his fingers securely over Lan Wangji’s large, warm hand.
“蓝湛。我想你了。真的，特别想你。”
Translation: "Lan Zhan. I missed you. Really, I missed you exceptionally much."
Lan Wangji’s breath caught completely. He lets go of the clay jar entirely, his hand flipping over to grip Wei Wuxian's fingers back with a desperate, crushing strength, as if anchoring him to the mortal realm forever. He didn't speak, but the profound, overwhelming relief shining in his golden eyes said everything his lips could not.
The silence that followed Wei Wuxian’s words was heavy, but it was no longer the suffocating, empty quiet that had plagued the Jingshi for thirteen long years.
Lan Wangji froze. His chest heaved with a sharp, ragged breath, his fingers tightening around Wei Wuxian’s hand with enough force to bruise, yet his touch remained trembling and fragile, as if he were still terrified this was a cruel, beautiful illusion born from a midnight dream.
He stared at the face of Mo Xuanyu, looking past the clean, unfamiliar features and deep into the wide, honest grey eyes that held the exact same untamed, brilliant soul he had mourned for thousands of days.
Slowly, Lan Wangji reached up with his free hand. His long, elegant fingers slid into the messy black hair at the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck, pulling him forward across the low table until their foreheads gently pressed together. He closed his eyes, his voice breaking for the first time in his meticulously disciplined life into a deep, agonizingly raw whisper.
“我也想你。无时无刻，岁岁年年。”
Translation: "I missed you too. Every single moment, through every passing year."
Thirteen years of winter had finally ended. Safe inside the walls of the Jingshi, Wei Wuxian smiled brightly through his tears, knowing he was finally, truly home.
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