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Duty, the word made the medallion around Wei Wuxian’s neck feel like it was carrying the weight of the world. 

“It is your duty to serve the Royal Family to the best of your ability and beyond. To place their lives above your own, to work to prolong the reign and lives of the Jiang Dynasty. Do you swear to this purpose until your dying day?”

“I do .”

 Wei Wuxian could still feel the words formed on his lips. The feeling of Emperor Jiang lowering the medallion’s chain over his neck. The feeling as it hit against his chest, a new weight he didn’t yet understand. His hand rose to the medallion, his thumb rubbing over the nine petaled lotus stamped into the side of the silver. The symbol of his promise. 

Duty.

The word followed Wei Wuxian everywhere. It fueled him to lead their flight from Lotus Pier. It lead him to the garrison that was supposed to be their salvation. Instead, what they found was hardly enough men to even call it a garrison. It was more like a glorified outpost.  A little under a hundred men were stationed here, half of them fresh out of training or heading to retirement. They hardly instilled confidence.

Then again Wei Wuxian doubted his party’s arrival had done little to instill confidence in the men stationed here. They’d arrived looking like half drowned rats, their robes caked with mud. Their horses were foaming at the mouth from how hard they’d pushed them. He still wore his mud caked cloak, as there had only been a handful of threadbare uniforms for them to borrow on their arrival. He supposed he should be thankful they were even clean. 

Not that they would stay that way, as the rain that chased them from Lotus Pier was still falling. The cold haze cloaked the world, as if it was mourning with them. Wei Wuxian shook the notion from his head, he didn’t have time to think about mourning. He sloshed through the mud to get closer to the large earthen walls that surrounded the garrison. 

He reached his hand out, pressing it into the wall. 

Only to feel the packed earth begin to shift beneath it. He swore, wiping the mud off on his cloak. He’d been hopeful when they arrived, but now just to think the garrison could last the night against the Wen onslaught felt like wishful thinking. How could they possibly make a stand until reinforcements arrived? His confidence was crumbling like the old earthen walls. Maybe if they had been made of stone, maybe if they’d gone south instead of north. The cold reality of the situation was sinking in like the rain through his clothes. 

“This is all your fault, you stupid boy! So you better protect Jiang Cheng. Protect him with your life do you understand?”

Wei Wuxian’s hand went back to the medallion around his neck, the cold metal biting into his skin. His cloak flared out behind him as he marched towards the largest building. A new plan solidified with each sloshing step through the mud. 

“Wuxian, I think I’ve come up with something! If we station the men here and here on the walls, we can spread them out further without losing coverage.” A voice called the moment Wei Wuxian stepped over the threshold. 

 The speaker was a young man, hunched over the table in the center of the room. The borrowed uniform he wore hung loosely on his form, contrasting with the shining silver guan and silver bracelet in the form of a snake that curled up and around his finger. The scent of rain curled off him, but not one that matched the cold drizzle that Wei Wuxian had just come out of. Instead it was the warm humid summer rains that littered Wei Wuxian’s childhood memories.

The young man's attention rose from the maps a moment later. The bloodshot eyes were clear even across the room. The circles under them only appeared darker in the flickering candlelight. Strands of dark hair fell loosely around his face, making him look almost manic.

The Crown Prince of Yunmeng had fallen a long way. 

Now it was Wei Wuxian’s duty to make sure that Jiang Wanyin didn’t join his ancestors. 

“Your majesty, you promised you’d sleep.” Wei Wuxian sighed as he moved closer to the table. Water sloshed off of him, reminding him to reach up and wring some of the water out of his ponytail. The dark strands were already beginning to curl. 

The candles had nearly all burned down to their bases. Wei Wuxian knew he’d replaced them before he’d gone to check on the garrison. Up close he could see the irregular tapping of Jiang Wanyin’s fingers, as the young man needed the movement to keep himself awake. Even his scent had grown lethargic, making Wei Wuxian want to sprawl out next to him and sleep, like they used to do to escape the summer heat.

“Drop that crap,” Jiang Wanyin snapped back. His irritation created the first rolling rumbles of a thunderstorm in his scent. “Mother isn’t always lurking in the shadows waiting to correct your form of address.” 

“Not anymore,” Wei Wuxian murmured. The statement settled over the room like a heavy weight, suffocating him as a lump formed in his throat. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s hand curl into a fist, the silver bracelet glinting in the candle light. 

Wei Wuxian pulled his gaze away, instead focusing on the map spread out on the table. He quickly analyzed the formation Jiang Wanyin laid out. He bit back a sigh as he realized it wasn’t the right map, Jiang Wanyin really was exhausted. It made this easier. 

“I’ve already adjusted the soldier’s positions.” Wei Wuxian finally spoke. 

“Oh,” Jiang Wanyin breathed, his entire body sagging. A hand came up to rub at his face. “You were always better at tactics than I was. Tell me, what hairbrained plan have you come up with to get us out of this mess?” 

Wei Wuxian said nothing, merely setting the medallion on the table. 

“Wuxian, what are you doing?” Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widened. 

“It has been an honor and a privilege to serve you,” Wei Wuxian squared his shoulders.

“No!” Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widened. “We’re both going to get out of this alive! I swear it.” 

“We-” 

“No!” Jiang Wanyin growled, his teeth flashing as they were bared. The first crack of acrid lighting flashed through his scent, the smell of something unnatural burning as the muggy heat of his scent became the stifling feeling of being boiled. Instinct told Wei Wuxian to run. Instead he exhaled through his nose, keeping his breathing shallow in an attempt to maintain his composure. 

“We get through this together, or not at all. I refuse to lose any more family to the Wens.” Jiang Wanyin’s hands roughly grabbed the front of Wei Wuxian’s robes, bringing them nose to nose. “Do you hear me, Wuxian?” 

“Then it’s a good thing we aren’t family.” 

Jiang Wanyin recoiled as if Wei Wuxian had bit him.

“I have a duty,” Wei Wuxian pressed, the last word feeling as heavy as the medallion he’d just set on the table. His gaze locked on to the wide almond eyes staring at him in disbelief. “A duty to you and to your family. It is one I bear with great honor.” 

“Don’t let what she said get to you,” Jiang Wayin growled. His eyes were starting to tinge red. “It’s bullshit, you know we’re a pack. We are brothers, a family.” He shifted back, standing toe to toe with Wei Wuxian as if pushing him to test him. 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian sighed, softening. He raised a hand to land on Jiang Wanyin’s cheek, a thumb running across the faint scar he’d given him summers ago. It felt like a different life time now. “We can’t make a stand here, the garrison isn’t built for it. I can give you time, time to find Yanli and make it to Lanling for reinforcements.” 

“I’m not going to run and leave you here to die!” Jiang Wanyin huffed. 

“It’s my honor and my duty,” Wei Wuxian smiled softly, picking up the medallion and pressing it into Jiang Wanyin’s hand. His fingers gently guided the hand into a fist around it. A soft action to counter what he was about to do. “And I’m not giving you a choice.” 

“What-” 

“Sleep.” 

As the world curled out of his mouth, so did his scent. The sweet scent of five spice cakes blooming through the rain, like a soothing warm blanket. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyes droop instantly, the coercion aided by the exhaustion already there. It took only a minute for Jiang Wanyin to slump forward into Wei Wuxian’s waiting arms. 

An omega’s persuasion is a dangerous tool, use it wisely. Madam Yu’s voice rang through Wei Wuxian’s mind. 

 “Forgive me.” He whispered into Jiang Wanyin’s dark black hair. “You can come in.” He called, summoning the last of Jiang Wanyin’s personal guards.

Two men entered. The first was an old friend, Ren Lei, the only man on Jiang Wanyin’s personal guard that had known him longer than Wei Wuxian. His face scarred from the years of service, his scent was that of a warm wool blanket. Wei Wuxian couldn’t count the number of times the two of them had been dragged back to the palace over his shoulder. It was fitting he would be the one to carry Jiang Wanyin away now. 

The second was a new recruit, Duan Ye, as green as his name implied. A young boy, slight in stature. The kind of boy who was used to going unnoticed. Wei Wuxian advised Jiang Wanyin to pick him three weeks ago for that very reason. He was intended to be the forward man, slipping in and out to gather information. Just as he had slipped into the Royal Palace to help himself to it’s larder after a hard day of training. 

They had started with a full squad, now the two in front of him were all that remained of Yunmeng’s Royal Guard. Ren Lei moved forward to take Jiang Wanyin’s dead weight off his arms. Wei Wuxian’s hands worked quickly, sliding the guan and bracelet off and into an unassuming sack. He took off his own cloak, wrapping it around Jiang Wanyin to hide his features. Once it was settled, he scented it. He sent up a prayer that his own scent would be able to mask Jiang Wanyin’s. 

“There are two horses waiting in the stables,” Wei Wuxian instructed. “Hardy and strong, they should let you ride straight on to Meishan. Crown Princess Jiang is there visiting her grandmother. They should give you a larger retinue to get to Lanling.” 

“Lord Wei?” Duan Ye’s eyes had gone wide, sliding between Wei Wuxian and Ren Lei. “Aren’t you coming with us?” 

Wei Wuxian pursed his lips, the smallest sigh escaping them. He smiled softly as he reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair. 

“We’ll get him to Lanling.” Ren Lei nodded, his voice unusually gruff. 

“I can only guarantee a few hours lead,” Wei Wuxian nodded back. “Don’t waste it.” 

“It’s been an honor boy,” Ren Lei bowed his head, Jiang Wanyin preventing him from a full salute. Duan Yu quickly fell in next to him, raising his own hands in the formal salute.  Wei Wuxian could see how both their eyes glistened. 

“Here I thought us omegas were supposed to be the emotional ones,” Wei Wuxian teased, although he and Ren Lei knew his heart wasn't in it. 

“You’re an Yunmeng omega,” Ren Lei barked back. “Give those bastards hell for the Empress.” 

Wei Wuxian nodded, dismissing the two guards for the final time. He allowed a moment to watch their departure, before turning back to the large table. Clearing the space, he laid out the specifications he’d already memorized. Except for this time, he had a new perspective. 

They weren’t going to make it through the night.

But every hour they could hold on was another hour closer to safety for Jiang Wanyin. 

“Train well and show the world that omegas are not to be underestimated. Yunmeng bred ones least of all.” Madam Yu’s stern voice sounded in his mind. 

If he was going to fall, Wei Wuxian sure as hell wasn’t going to go quietly. 

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Nothing could have prepared Wei Wuxian for battle. 

He thought he would be prepared. His tutors had praised him, claiming his quick mind would lead him to success in a fight. He realized now that none of them expected him to ever be in one. Their classroom exercises were simply theories, situations in which they didn’t have to worry about supplies or man power. 

Reality was running out of oil to pour over the walls at their attackers. It was the constant roar of men screaming at each other, the heavy thuds of the battering rams against the earthen walls. The feeling of ash clogging his lungs when they finally set the war machines ablaze, only to have the walls he was fighting to hold crumble beneath him. The bitter smell of rotten eggs as the Wen started resorting to gunpowder. 

Wei Wuxian didn’t think he’d ever smell anything other than musty rotten eggs ever again. The only reason he knew he hadn’t gone deaf was the occasional bang of a fire lance cutting through the constant din of yelling and clashing blades. 

Wei Wuxian even had his doubts that his quick mind would bring him success in battle. As they were hardly winning against the Wens. They were being driven further and further back behind the hurried defenses they built. His instincts were in overdrive, the sensitive nose he’d used for party tricks now alerted him to the whiff of sulfur as gunpowder was loaded. They guided him to alcoves and overhangs that were sturdy enough to withstand an explosion or a falling beam. They said omegas weren’t suited for war, that their instincts were to run for safety. 

Those same instincts were keeping Wei Wuxian alive and fighting.  

It was more than could be said for most of the garrison's men. 

He hadn’t seen a friendly soldier in what felt like hours. The Wens had broken through their last wall of defense, the stacked furniture had been more of an annoyance to them than an obstacle. They’d all scattered to the winds, knowing it was every man for himself. 

And the Wens didn’t seem keen on taking prisoners. 

Wei Wuxian slid to a stop at the corner of one of the buildings, cautiously peaking out around it. The rain had slowed, but the clouds remained. It meant the only light was from flames of what had been set ablaze. Finding the walkway clear, he darted out. He made it halfway down the side of the building when he heard it, the rattling of one of the doors opening. 

He didn’t have time to think twice about it. His blade arched out, only to meet another. The sparks from their meeting lit up the red sun on the soldier’s uniform. It was all the assurance Wei Wuxian needed, his foot coming up to kick aside the soldier's next swing to create an opening. His arm thrust forward, a surprised gurgle letting Wei Wuxian know he’d struck true. 

He kicked out again, making sure to use enough force so the soldier would fall backwards off his sword and not forward on to him. Wei Wuxian swore as he flicked his blade, the blood splatting against the stone of the walkway. He peered into the room the man had left, finding it empty. 

But if they were already this deep into the garrison, what he was trying to do just got harder. Not like there was anything he could do about it. All he could do was move faster, shorten the chance the Wens could get there first. He hoisted the cask under his arm higher, his hand tightening around the hilt of his blade as he approached the next corner. 

He ground his teeth as he saw the men around it, torches in their hands. Move fast. Wei Wuxian thought to himself as he charged out towards the men 

He caught the first one off guard, his blade slashing through his throat. His blood blinded the man next to him, to Wei Wuxian’s detriment since his arms came up instinctively. The result was Wei Wuxian’s blade slashed through the sleeves of his robes instead of his throat. 

To slow, Wei Wuxian grit his teeth as he spun around the soldier. He needed to be efficient, striking soldiers down with one stroke or less. He already felt like he was at the end of his energy. He assessed the situation quickly, a quick thrust knocking the soldier's blade out of his hand. 

He must have been green, as the soldier’s first instinct was to go lurching after his lost blade. As he bent, Wei Wuxian’s eyes locked on to the pale skin of the back of his neck like a moth drawn to a flame. 

He didn’t have time to make a fancy swing, instead he settled for a downward thrust. Just enough energy to lodge cut into the back Wen soldiers neck, but not enough to go through. His foot lashed out, just as he twisted the blade. The man’s cry rang out as his body let out a series of odd jerks down to the floor. 

“Shit,” Wei Wuxian muttered to himself. His ears strained as he moved off down the hall, keeping to the wall of the building. His head cocked as he listened for any sound of footsteps. Hearing none coming from a round the corner, he bolted around it. 

Just one more corner. 

The corner in question came into sight and just as Wei Wuxian turned it, his nose picked up on it. A bright whiff of musty rotten eggs. His eyes widened as his eyes registered the bright red glow of a fuse, lighting up the green bamboo of a fire lance. 

So he dropped. 

Throwing his weight forward he slid, his foot connecting with the fire lance wielder's legs. He knew he had two options. Either the Wen soldier would drop the fire lance and it would explode in his face, or he’d maintain his grip and the lance would shift upwards. 

Luck was on his side. 

Granted, he would probably never hear through his right ear again, but he was still alive. His vision had flashed white, blinding him temporarily. Trying his luck again, he thrust his sword out. Hoping he’d hit the unarmored seat of the man’s trousers, which would be exposed if he’d been knocked prone. 

He was rewarded with a death rattling groan. His vision returned in time to see the life leave the man, his hands falling limp. Wei Wuxian jerked on the blade to get it out, abandoning the moment he realized it was stuck. He quickly groped around the man’s belt, earning a dagger for his trouble. It would have to do. 

He stumbled to his feet, shaking his head as if it could clear the dizziness the ringing in his ears was causing. He could at least see where he was heading, the door already open. He gritted his teeth as he realized the fire lance had been one of their own. He pushed any further thoughts from his mind, he had to work quickly. 

The men had given him strange looks when he ordered them to create stockpiles of gunpowder and other explosives throughout the compound. It was the garrison's only saving grace, they had been overstocked with gunpowder. It gave him plenty to use for their defensive plans, and now for their grand finale. 

He worked quickly, knowing the fire lance going off would bring soldiers down on him sooner rather than later. Wei Wuxian set the cask down, popping the top off. He jammed a fuse into it, setting it in the center of the rest of the stockpile. 

He swore as he saw how hard his hands were shaking, probably a combination of nerves and adrenaline. His teeth ground together as he struggled to make a spark with his flint. Finally he got the fuse lit, scrambling for the door. 

Only to see a group of Wen soldiers come around the corner. 

Wei Wuxian swore, glancing back to his fuse. Would they notice? 

The wind shifted, bringing with it scents that set Wei Wuxian on edge. 

Alphas . 

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth as he stepped over the threshold of the room. He slid the door shut behind him, seeing the first Wen soldier’s attention shift to him. 

“Hey!” The man yelled, pulling the others' attention to Wei Wuxian. Only to drop to the dead fire lance wielder. Wei Wuxian had never seen weapons drawn faster, the small group charging towards him. 

 Wei Wuxian let his scent go. Hoping some base instinct would make them go easier on him. 

It was like the group had hit a solid wall. Wei Wuxian’s breathing turned shallow as the air around him grew heavier, each alpha throwing his scent back in response. The first growl ripped through the group, but to Wei Wuxian’s surprise it wasn’t at him. 

Instead the group turned on each other. 

The Wen soldiers must be relying on instinct as much as he was, and what was a baser instinct than to mate? Wei Wuxian pushed his scent further, watching the blades turn on each other. 

That worked for him. 

He bolted, casting a glance over his shoulder to see the alphas too busy turning against each other to chase after him. A new plan formed in his mind. One that solidified as the stockpile he’d just left blew. He snagged a sword and another cask of gunpowder as he headed to the next one. 

The scent of five spice cake leaching out of him as he ran. 

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As the sun rose, so did the Wen Kingdom’s banner. But by the gods, Wei Wuxian had made them work for it. He’d managed to put half of the Wens into a frenzy with his scent, the betas forced to divide their time between trying to stop their comrades and putting out fires. 

Of which there were plenty. After he’d blown the stockpiles, Wei Wuxian had started setting anything he could on fire. Now, all that was left of the garrison were smoldering piles of ash and debris. 

It had taken until dawn for a group of soldiers to surround him, a blood soaked blade in one hand and a torch in the other. He’d still fought back, taking down four before he’d been slammed to the ground. Heavy bodies piled up on top of him, wearing through the last of his energy. 

Only then did they get off of him, roughly pulling him up and pushing him through the piles of ash. He was thrown into the courtyard, where surprisingly the other survivors of the night had been corralled. Wei Wuxian had thought he’d been the only one, instead it looked as if ten of them had made it. 

It gave him enough energy to move through them. He checked their wounds, doing what little he could do to bind them. Their clothes were coated in soot, mud and blood, but it had to be better than nothing. He did what little he could do for the wounds he couldn’t see; muttering praises and a soothing scent. Some he even lent his shoulder to cry on, all thoughts of propriety going out the window. A few last moments of physical comfort for dying men. 

By his assessment, only four of them would survive.  

If the Wens let them. 

Wei Wuxian was trying not to grimace as he looked at a soldier’s wound when a large horn sounded. His head jerked up, a Wen soldier quickly pulling a horn to his lips and blowing a response. His own soldiers seemed to know what it meant, as Wei Wuxian found them suddenly closing ranks around him. His scent quickly drowned out by theirs. He was lucky he was tall, or he’d have no chance of seeing who waltzed through the front gates. 

Then again, he didn’t particularly want to when he saw who it was. 

Dressed in the gaudiest white and red robes, as clean as the day they were woven, was the Wen Kingdom’s Youngest Prince, Wen Chao. As usual a woman, who wasn’t his wife, hung off his arm. She dithered and whispered to him, obviously thrilled with having the man’s attention. As usual, his guard dog Wen Zhuliu was four steps behind. 

A soldier, in a uniform that actually looked like he’d spent the night fighting, quickly ran up to him upon his arrival. Dropping and kowtowing before him, his voice ringing through the courtyard as he gave an account of the night. 

“Where is the Crown Prince?” 

“Unknown,” The soldier’s voice sounded, wavering in nervousness. 

“Unknown?” Wen Chao sneered. “We track him here after three days, and you tell me his location is ‘unknown’.” 

“We are searching, but many bodies are badly burned.” The soldier replied. 

“What’s taking so long?” Wen Chao sneered. “How hard can it be to find a silver guan in this backwater hole?” 

“Your Highness, we only took the garrison a few hours ago.” 

“What!?” Wen Chao screeched. A well placed kick sending the soldier flying. “Surely this can not be the great Wen Army, if they couldn’t take an insignificant garrison in a few hours.” 

“They had wicked tricks!” The soldier on the ground cowered. “They used omega scents to confuse the men. Set traps, hot oil, fire! Ambushed us out of nowhere!” 

 “Silence! Enough of your excuses!” Wen Chao snapped. “Bring me the Crown Prince!” 

Shuffling could be heard around the courtyard, before another battle weary Wen stepped forward. 

“Your Highness, we’ve looked.” His voice sounded through the courtyard. “The Crown Prince is nowhere to be found.” 

Wei Wuxian didn’t deny himself the satisfaction of smiling. They’d held out for eight hours. By now Jiang Wanyin should be safe in Meishan, reunited with his sister. She’d convince him to go on to Lanling, to rally an army to return to Yunmeng. He’d done it. 

Wen Chao’s ire turned to Wei Wuxian’s small group of survivors. His eyes flared as he stomped forward. Even his female companion cringed away from the explosion of his scent, anger turning whatever it was burnt beyond recognition. 

“Who led you? Who commanded this garrison?” He raged, spit flying from his mouth. “Or are you not man enough to face the Wen Army?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes zeroed in on Wen Chao’s hand, the thumb pressing the blade out of its sheath. 

“I’d wager my dick is bigger than yours,” Wei Wuxian called back. These men had done enough, he’d be the target for Wen Chao’s rage. Still, he felt the soldiers around him tense, as if preparing to defend him. They still gave way to Wei Wuxian’s efforts to move to the front. 

Wen Chao’s gaze landed on him, his mouth almost foaming from the anger. The grating sound of steel filled the air as Wen Chao pulled his blade, quickly leveling it at Wei Wuxian’s chest. He smiled, which only put another furrow in Wen Chao’s brow. 

“Afterall, I was here fighting all night while you,” He paused, putting an exaggerated thinking face on. “Where were you? I don’t think I saw you lift a single finger to take this garrison. I guess it’s true what they say,” He paused.

“Wh-” Wen Chao caught himself, a growl pulling from his lips as the sword tip pressed closer to Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

“That the Young Prince Wen’s sword play is inefficient,” He tilted his head as he spoke, letting his eyes drop to his waist. “In more than one way.” He heard a choked laughter from one of the men behind him. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not the Crown Prince.” 

“How dare you!” Wen Chao spat. His sword withdrew, only to come swinging back down. 

“Your Royal Highness,” Wen Zhuliu was beside him in a flash. A hand wrapping around the wrist of his sword arm, stopping the swing completely. “Realize who’s in front of you.” 

“Just because you’ve gained my father’s favor does not give you the right to order me about.” Wen Chao snarled, ripping his hand out of Wen Zhuliu’s hold. Still, the sword went to his side. “Does he know where the Crown Prince is?” He hissed to Wen Zhuliu. 

Wei Wuxian could practically feel the man’s exasperation. 

“I have it on very good authority Crown Prince Jiang isn’t interested in you,” Wei Wuxian sighed, letting a playful pout rest on his face. “Really, to chase him to such lengths is rather embarrassing. I commend you for having that much face, I know I wouldn’t.” He heard a few more muffled chuckles from behind him. 

“I do not wish to mate with the Crown Prince!” Wen Chao snapped. 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Wei Wuxian nodded sadly at him. “I’d say you should just cut your losses and head home to your wife.” 

“Wife?” The woman that had been on his arm hissed. “You said you would make me your wife!” 

“And I will, my flower,” Wen Chao turned to her. His face suddenly became the definition of appeasement. “You’ll make a lovely eighth concubine.” 

“Eighth Concubine!” The woman shrieked. “You think I have to settle for being someone’s eight concubine?! I don’t care if you're a prince,” She hissed, turning to stomp off. 

“Flower!” Wen Chao called after her. He moved to follow, only a strong hand from Wen Zhuliu stopping him. 

“Really bad form, chasing a new mate while courting another.” Wei Wuxian clucked his tongue. “I’ll just wait here while you kiss and make up, shall I?” 

“He’s stalling,” Wen Zhuliu advised, a stern glaze shot to him. 

It happened in a flash. Wen Zhuliu’s hand pulled a short blade from his belt, lunging for a man to Wei Wuxian’s left. Wei Wuxian reacted, an arm wrapping around Wen Zhuliu’s outstretched arm to stop it from connecting. His scent flared out in protective warning, the normally sweet scent of five spice cake burning as the scent of peppercorn began to dominate it. His lip curled back, baring his teeth in a defensive growl. It was only as he saw a slight smirk on Wen Zhuliu’s face that Wei Wuxian realized he had made a mistake. 

“Lord Wei,” Wen Chao laughed. “I didn’t recognize you in all this filth. What’s an omega like you doing so far from a bedroom?” 

“Kicking your ass,” Wei Wuxian snapped back, shoving Wen Zhuliu away. 

“They say you're shameless,” Wen Chao’s eyebrow lifted as his eyes traveled the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. “I assumed it was in other ways, not stealing honors from alphas. Who was in command here? Where’s the Crown Prince.” 

“Halfway to Qinghe with General Shi,” Wei Wuxian smiled, allowing an almost purr into his voice to make the lie more believable. “It’s only a matter of time before he raises an army and reclaims Yunmeng.” 

“Qinghe has already being dealt with,” Wen Chao sneered back. “Beaten into submission.” 

“You think the other Kingdoms are going to sit by after this blatant act of aggression?” Wei Wuxian snapped back. “I’d love to see your father try to explain the attempted extermination of the entire Jiang Dynasty to them.” 

“You should have agreed to share my bed when you had the chance,” Wen Chao growled a hand darting out to wrap around Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

“You expect me to believe you launched an attack against Yunmeng because I refused to sleep with you?” Wei Wuxian managed around the bruising grip. He’d laugh if he had the capability. 

“You should,” Wen Chao sneered as his face moved even closer to Wei Wuxian’s. The burnt smell receding, replaced by the scent of singed pine. “My father was eager to find a reason to invade. What better reason than having the honor of his son questioned?” 

“Here I thought you had a terrible sense of humor.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. Wen Chao’s hand flexed around his throat, the combination with his overbearing scent made Wei Wuxian gag. He wondered if vomiting would make this situation better or worse. 

“You know, I was looking forward to killing you.” Wen Chao chuckled. “But I think I’ll enjoy fucking some obedience into you instead.” 

Wei Wuxian barely had warning before he felt Wen Chao’s lips crash into his. Just as Wen Chao had no warning when his fist crashed into his jaw. The hand around his neck tightened to the point of choking as Wen Chao was sent reeling. Wen Chao let out a laugh as he righted himself, a hand coming up to feel his bloodied jaw. 

“Seems I struck a chord,” Wen Chao laughed. “It’ll be a pleasure to watch the light in your eyes die.” 

Wen Chao shoved him back, sending him tumbling into the men behind him. He barely registered their hands helping him keep up right. Instead, his focus was on the cold fear taking root in his core. He glanced up to Wen Chao, a hand coming up to rub his throat. He hadn’t planned for this. He was supposed to die. Even if he survived the battle, he figured he’d run his mouth and be struck down in anger. Somehow Wen Chao had seen through it. He glanced up at him, seeing a sickening smirk on the alpha’s face. 

“Strip him and brand him,” Wen Chao barked. “He’ll lead our march back to Yiling as my prize.” 

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“Son of a-” Wen Chao growled. 

Wei Wuxian supposed Wen Chao was having a normal reaction to someone getting stabbed with a shiv. His face would be pure outrage, a hand probably reaching up to check where it impaled him. After three days of gnawing a piece of wood he’d managed to break off the wall, Wei Wuxian had been tempted to watch the full reaction. 

But he knew better, so he barreled towards the window. He wrapped his arms in the sleeves of the gaudy robe he’d been given, protecting his face as he connected with the thin wood panel. It gave way easily under the force, and Wei Wuxian was quickly rolling to his feet the moment he was clear. He’d barely cleared the shadow of the building before he felt something heavy crash into him. He fell face first into the dirt, hard. 

He squirmed, feeling his heel connect with something hard. He scrambled a few feet away before he was knocked flat again. Hands clamping around his arms, pressing him into the dirt. A weight settled on his thighs, keeping his legs in place as he felt the rough texture of rope winding their way around them. Only once they were snuggly bound together did they haul him to his feet. Dragging him back to the building. 

Wen Zhuliu was stationed at the door, looking on with a neutral expression. He held up a hand, stopping the men from entering the building. Wei Wuxian was pleased to hear a fair amount of cursing from within. Still, dangling from two guards was far from comfortable. Not to mention the robe had come undone in his struggle. Not that it provided much warmth, but it would just be nice if at least one person in the camp didn’t know what he looked like naked. 

“You!” Wen Chao came flying out of the building. A hand slapped him across the face, the force jolting through Wei Wuxian’s jaw. Wei Wuxian managed to stop himself from grunting in pain, settling for spitting the blood out on Wen Chao’s shoes. “Five fucking days since we’ve arrived and I haven’t even been able to touch you.”

Wei Wuxian looked up to find him wrapping his hand around the shiv, which was stuck in his upper shoulder. From the fact he hadn’t removed it, Wei Wuxian figured he’d gotten it in fairly deep. Not bad for a blind strike. 

“I thought you were going to fuck some obedience into me,” Wei Wuxian taunted. “Do you need your men to even do that?” 

“Take him to the cells,” Wen Chao snapped to the guards. “Make sure he’s well bound.” 

Wei Wuxian tried not to grin triumphantly as they carted him off. He always knew being obstinate would be helpful in the end. He tried to think of being dragged half naked past half of the compound as a victory march. Not as negative it really was.  

Silver linings to help him keep his sanity. 

He was thrown into the cell, the guards apparently smart enough to hold him down as they got whatever they were using to bind him. He bucked as he felt his arms twisted behind him, twisting and turning in an attempt to keep the bindings loose. He swore as the binding on his legs were cut, replaced by the weight of chains. 

“You could have at least tied the robe closed while you were at it!” He yelled after the guards. The statement was punctuated by the sound of the cell door closing, only then did he let himself collapse into the dirt. 

He rested his forehead on the dirt floor as he caught his breath. Exhaustion waved over him as the adrenaline fled. His eyelids felt like lead, making it a struggle to keep them open. His sleep over the past five days was sporadic, usually short naps, and was taking its toll on him. He considered just giving in, letting himself sleep. However, he’d learned Wen Chao was surprisingly smarter than he looked. This wasn’t the moment to let his guard drop. 

He wriggled, trying to get a feel for his bindings. The chains were stronger than rope, but they at least gave him some mobility. His arms were a different story. They were bound from his wrists up to his elbow behind his back. Fortunately it felt like a heavy rope, and his hands were somewhat free. All he needed to do was find something to cut through it. 

The sound of shifting chains, not his own, made his blood freeze. Adrenaline surged back through him, pushing him to roll to his feet. His back hit the cell wall as his eyes searched for the source. They took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Once they had, he could see a figure in the darkness. 

Their face was turned away from them, a mess of unkempt black hair covering their face. Their robes were so caked with mud, dirt, and other stains that their original color was impossible to distinguish. From the size of their body, they must have been an imposing figure before their imprisonment. Now, what was once well muscled had instead become sallow. From what he could see of their chest, he assumed they were male. Dark black shackles bound his feet, while his hands were fitted with a pair of iron cages. A chain ran between the cages, before it hooked to the wall. 

Whoever he was, Wen Chao wasn’t taking his chances.  

Curiously, Wei Wuxian leaned forward. His eyes widened as the man flinched backward, trying to pull himself further into his corner. A hiss of pain as one of his legs was jostled. Wei Wuxian’s gaze fell to it, noticing a certain rust color to the stains of the robe. As he moved forward again, the figure retreated again. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Wei Wuxian went to hold up his hands, only to remember they were bound behind him. The man’s head still remained trained away from Wei Wuxian. 

Wei Wuxian was distracted by the sound of movement in the hall. He felt the heckles on the back of his neck raise as he smelt the now sickening scent of pine. The nasally voice followed a moment later. 

“I want him in a cell on his own.” 

“They’re all full!” 

“Then kill someone!” 

“We’re under strict or-” 

“Fuck it, who’s he in with?’ 

There was a pause before a sick laugh sounded. Wei Wuxian’s skin prickled at the sound.  The door to the cell swung open, and Wen Chao swaggered in. He wore a new set of robes and lacked a shiv in his shoulder, which Wei Wuxian felt really detracted from the look. 

“You make quite a pretty picture all tied up,” Wen Chao sneered. 

A hand reached out to grip Wei Wuxian’s chin. He bit it, hard. Wen Chao swore as he reeled back to clutch his hand, a boot quick to connect with Wei Wuxian’s chest. He wheezed as he hit the wall, his breath knocked from him. Wei Wuxian groaned, spitting the blood from his bite out of his mouth. 

“So proud,” Wen Chao sneered as he crouched down next to him. “I’m not going to just break you,” He hissed. “I’m going to make you beg for me.” A hand reached out for Wei Wuxian’s dick and he saw red. His head reeling back and crashing into Wen Chao’s. 

The man was sent sprawling, guards quickly filing in to restrain Wei Wuxian. He heard animalistic grunts and growls falling from his own mouth, lost in his own anger. Wen Chao swore, a hand coming up to attempt to staunch the blood. 

“Over my dead body,” Wei Wuxian growled as he bucked against their hold. The air was heavy with the scent of peppercorns, the rest of his scent reduced to something beyond burnt. 

“Give him no food or water until I instruct otherwise.” Wen Chao glared from behind his hand. “We will see how long that attitude lasts.” With a flick of his sleeve he was gone. 

One of the guards was eager to leave, leaving Wei Wuxian to eye the one that remained. He growled in warning when the man leaned over, taking a sharp inhale. As he moved closer, Wei Wuxian reared back and headbutted him too. He got a sharp kick to the lower abdomen, making his eyes water as he collapsed. Letting out a breath of relief as the cell door slammed shut.

“Are you hurt?” 

Wei Wuxian jumped at the sound of the voice. It was hoarse from disuse, or perhaps from dehydration. Despite that, it had a wonderful low tone. The kind that could read someone to sleep or command a room. 

“To risk tempting fate,” Wei Wuxian groaned as the pain subsided enough to uncurl himself. “I’ve had worse.” Dog mauling, shot with an arrow, and Empress Yu’s beautification process to name a few. 

He managed to roll to a sitting position, his attention returning to his cellmate. He had moved closer, but still kept his distance. Wei Wuxian also noticed the man’s head stayed turned away from him. 

“Are you hurt?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “I noticed you favoring your leg earlier.” He shifted closer, only to find the man shifting away again. This time clearly avoiding favoring his leg. “Okay, I get it.” Wei Wuxian shifted back. “I’ll stay over here.” 

Wei Wuxian shifted, trying to find a comfortable position with his arms bound. He glanced around the cell, searching for something he could use to cut through. Only to have his thoughts barreling back to his cellmate. 

“You can talk,” Wei Wuxian realized. “You can chew through my ropes!” He scrambled forward. The man merely flinched away again, his head further turning away. 

“I cannot.” A soft reply came. 

“You won’t know until you try!” Wei Wuxian protested. He crawled closer, close enough to see a flash of an ear through the dark hair and the shine of something. “Hey, look at me.” He murmured. The man’s head only turned further away. Wei Wuxian found his attention drawn back to the ear, which was flushed a deep red. 

“You are improperly clothed,” The man muttered. “It’s not proper.” 

Wei Wuxian blinked, his mind taking a moment to realize what he said. Improperly dressed, his cellmate wasn’t looking at him because what. He wanted to protect his honor? What honor did he have left? Wei Wuxian felt a bubble of a laugh form in his chest, it wasn’t long before it was tumbling out of his mouth. Unable to support himself he ended up pitching forward into the dirt. 

He wasn’t sure when the laughter turned into crying. The bundle of nerves he’d been since the fall of Lotus Pier finally breaking apart. Mourning for Emperor Jiang and Empress Yu, for servants and friends he’d known since his arrival. The lives he’d sacrificed at the garrison, the fear for Jiang Wanyin. How he’d struggled to hold his head up from town to town as Wen Chao paraded him through, the collar around his neck somehow more demeaning than being forced to make the journey naked. His constant struggle over the past five days to keep his body his own. Amongst it all, a cellmate clinging to propriety. 

Slowly, the soft scent of sandalwood creeped into his senses. A soothing presence amongst the chaos of his emotions. The flutter of a robe covering him. The last thing he registered was the sound of humming as he gave way to his exhaustion. 

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“So there we were, naked in front of a whole delegation.” Wei Wuxian finished his tale. He peeked at his cellmate, trying to see if there was a glimmer of a smile under the iron muzzle clamped over his face. “Aiyah, Lan Zhan! That was one of my best stories and you didn’t even crack a smile.” He pouted. “I suppose I shouldn’t have gone with a tale involving nudity, huh? In my defense it makes even my shijie laugh, she’s the most proper person I know. After Empress Yu of course.” 

Telling stories in an attempt to get a reaction out of Lan Zhan, his cellmate, had become Wei Wuxian’s favorite way to pass the time. He wasn’t sure if the alpha was naturally a man of few words, or because the spiked muzzle clamped over his lower face made it difficult to talk. Regardless of the reason, Wei Wuxian had been producing all the conversation himself. He glanced at the alpha again, trying to determine if he was bothering him. He assumed he didn’t, since Lan Zhan always seemed to be paying attention. Offering short replies or nuggets of information himself. 

Wei Wuxian had learned his name was Lan Zhan and that he was from Gusu. He had not tried Emperor’s Smile, a fact Wei Wuxian had lavished over for a whole day. Demanding a promise that they’d drink it together one day. He had the prettiest pair of golden eyes Wei Wuxian had ever seen, and a face as neutral as stone under that muzzle. 

There were other pieces of information he didn’t have to offer for Wei Wuxian to pick up on. He was an alpha with some form of military training. Wei Wuxian theorized he’d been taken captive when the Wens had attacked Gusu, supposedly a warning strike for their breaking of an ancient rite, meaning he’d been captive for almost three months. The leg he favored had been broken when he had been taken, then mauled again sometime more recently. 

He was also kind. A fact Wei Wuxian had learned on only their second day as cellmates, when he had been shaken awake moments before Wen Chao had arrived. He’d been vocal the first day Wen Chao had visited, even attempting to launch himself at him. In return they’d beaten him up, leaving him in such a state Wei Wuxian made him promise not to attempt it again. Still, he noticed the alpha keeping watch. Vigilantly waking him up whenever Wen Chao decided to grace them with his presence. 

Wen Chao visits had only grown more vicious. Wei Wuxian was managing to keep him at bay, but barely. He’d gone three days without food or water, only to have guards shove enough to keep him alive down his throat so they could start again. Each day, he was starting to rely more and more on adrenaline. It left him to fear the day it would finally give out. On days Wen Chao got particularly close, Lan Zhan offered the most information about himself, initiating their talks. His soft sandalwood scent would curl out, the softest touch of loquats in it, to comfort. 

Sometimes Wei Wuxian wondered if he was weak on the days he collapsed against the alpha crying. He wondered what Lan Zhan thought about an omega so violently trying to dissuade one alpha, only to seek comfort in the arms of another. On top of it all, an alpha he barely knew. 

He gave himself tasks to work on whenever his thoughts got too much. A needed distraction from Wen Chao’s attacks, the mourning of Lotus Pier, and the worry about whether or not Jiang Wanyin had made it. He’d spent a good few days trying to figure out if he could get Lan Zhan’s muzzle off, teeth angrily biting through hair and leather only to find steel underneath. He’d turned to his handcuffs next. The guards kept them from trying to smash them open, leaving him to gnaw at the iron chain and cages. Hoping that if he couldn’t break through them, he could create a point sharp enough to cut through his own bonds. 

On days when the iron made his gums ache, he turned to softer work. He’d grown up seeing how his own saliva worked to heal his scraped knees and nicked fingers. Slowly watching the open gashes on Lan Zhan’s leg heal from his ministrations gave him a sense of success. A sense of purpose that was worth another metallic taste in his mouth. 

Sometimes Lan Zhan hummed while he worked. Soft melodies filling the quiet of their cell.  Wei Wuxian liked those days best. They did nothing to prevent days from turning into weeks. It was only the cycle of food being shoved down his throat that let him keep track, seventeen days passed when a worry flashed through his mind. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian murmured, shifting his head where it was resting on his lap. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, chains jangling as his arms shifted off of him. Only resettled against his side when Wei Wuxian gave no indication of moving. 

“My heat should start tomorrow.” Wei Wuxian felt Lan Zhan tense underneath him. “I did the math.” He proceeded with a shaky breath. “I felt it pulling today. What if I’m not strong enough? What if I give in? I’ve made it seventeen fucking days, but I’m so tired.” He felt tears well up in his eyes. “I want you to promise me something. I know it will put you at risk,” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “But I if I can’t-” He broke off. He took another deep breath. “If he marks me I want you to kill me.”

Wei Wuxian felt Lan Zhan tense up underneath him. The sandalwood scent sharpened, reminding Wei Wuxian of a brand new stick of incense. Wei Wuxian exhaled, it was too much to ask. Even if Wen Chao lost interest the moment he marked him, he wouldn’t like his prize being taken from him. 

“Forget it,” Wei Wuxian murmured. “I should have realized it was too much to ask.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed softly. Wei Wuxian could hear the smallest waver in his voice. “It won’t happen.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, he couldn’t convince himself to believe it. He might be able to struggle through the first day of his heat, but his body was already tired. It was worn out from the constant cycle of starvation, the constant rise and fall of adrenaline. It would only be a matter of time before he’d have to succumb to his heat. And Wen Chao would be there to take advantage of it. He pushed the thoughts aside, trying to find something different to focus on. 

“Say my name again?” Wei Wuxian asked. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard it.” 

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan repeated. Wei Wuxian hummed in response, letting his voice wash over him. Memorizing the way he said each syllable.  “Wei Ying.” 

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure how long Lan Zhan said his name, but he woke to the low burning thrum of his heat. Every instinct told him to stay next to Lan Zhan, to bask in his scent. The instinct for safety won instead, as he hauled himself away from Lan Zhan’s sleeping form. He tucked himself into the corner, knees tight against his chest. Trying to ignore the slick slowly pooling around him. He pressed his forehead to his knees, trying to muffle his whimpers as the cramps started. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice crooned as he woke. 

His own sandalwood scent rose to match Wei Wuxian’s as he moved over, only to be stopped by the chain tethering him to the wall. Wei Wuxian whimpered as he gave in, sliding closer so he could lean into him, nuzzling into the small circle his arms could form while they were chained to the wall. His lungs quickly took greedy breaths of his scent. It helped to take some edge of his heat off. Unfortunately, it did the opposite for his arousal. Since Lan Zhan made no efforts to move away, only tucking him closer, Wei Wuxian tried not to worry about it. 

“Lan Zhan, he’s coming,” Wei Wuxian’s breath picked up as he heard the sounds of orders being barked. 

“Mn,” Lan Zhan replied. 

“You need to go,” Wei Wuxian pushed. 

“No,” Lan Zhan replied, tucking Wei Wuxian’s head under his chin. 

“Lan Zhan, there’s no telling what Wen Chao will do if he finds you like this.” Wei Wuxian pushed against him. “He could kill you.” 

“I will protect you,” Lan Zhan replied. His arms tightened around him. Wei Wuxian swore, he should have realized his pheromones would do this. He should have let him get so close. 

“Lan Zhan, please,” He pleaded. “For me.” 

It seemed to do the trick, his arms slowly lifting from around him. Wei Wuxian exhaled in relief, only to hear the cell door slam open. Wei Wuxian flew away from Lan Zhan, his heart pounding away like a jackrabbit in his chest. He watched Wen Chao take a deep breath, a smile growing on his face. 

“Here I thought I’d have to wait another week,” Wen Chao laughed, his own pine scent flaring out as if it was trying to do battle with Lan Zhan’s. A deep growl sounded from Lan Zhan’s chest. “Oh? Has someone gotten attached?”

“It’s just hormones,” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“No, I think I just found the Jade’s heart.” Wen Chao laughed, motioning for the guards to come in. “Hold him,” He commanded. “I want to make sure he watches as I fuck his omega infront of him. With some luck we’ll break both of them on the same day.” 

Wei Wuxian was surprised to hear a cry spill from his own lips as the guards dragged Lan Zhan away from him. The bitter smell of star anise leading his scent as it flooded out from him in distress. Lan Zhan’s growl filled the room, sandalwood overpowering that of the pine. Wei Wuxian struggled to get to his feet quickly, slipping in the pool of his own slick.

It was a hand around his neck that knocked him off balance. He fell against the wall, the cool stone a shock against his heat-hot body. The hand on his neck shifted, trying to maintain a good hold on a neck that was slick with oil and sweat. Wei Wuxian’s mind thought quickly, the hold was too tight to headbutt him. So he kicked out with his legs. 

His weight dropped, all of it resting on the hand around his throat. A gasp would have sounded, if his air supply wasn’t completely cut off. His feet connected with Wen Chao, but the man barely flinched. Instead, Wei Wuxian was scrambling to get his feet back under him. 

He watched a grin curl Wen Chao’s lips as he pressed forward. The chain between Wei Wuxian’s ankles rattled as his foot stepped on it. Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide, a foot flailing to try to kick Wen Chao again. It had barely made an inch when the heavy chain was stopping it. Wen Chao had him pinned. 

The star anise decimated the rest of Wei Wuxian’s scent as it flooded out of him in panic. He struggled, but there was nothing he could do to keep Wen Chao from leaning forward and taking a bruising kiss. He was thankful his body was as repulsed as his mind, keeping him from giving into it. He did the only thing he could think of, a low growl forming in his chest as he moved to bite Wen Chao. 

Only to have a tongue shoved in his mouth the moment he opened his lips. A forceful thumb dug into the hinge of Wei Wuxian’s jaw, like an owner trying to keep a dog from biting them. 

“Beg,” Wen Chao sneered as he broke off the kiss. The thumb in the hinge of Wei Wuxian’s jaw lifted, and he snapped it shut incase Wen Chao had any more ideas. Wei Wuxian merely leveled a glare at the alpha, a low growl building in his chest. Wen Chao only sneered, his free hand starting to travel down Wei Wuxian’s torso. “Beg.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian gritted out through his clenched teeth. 

“Beg,” Wen Chao repeated, the word laced with every ounce of alpha command he could muster. Wei Wuxian glared at him as it settled under his skin, pushing him to follow like an annoying itch. 

“Let me go,” He gritted out. It wasn’t enough to get the command out from under his skin. “Please.” The weight of the command released from around him. 

“Do you think you're clever?” Wen Chao’s eyes flashed. 

“Ye-Ah!” Wei Wuxian screeched as a hand clamped around his member. His body was torn between feeling it as pain or pleasure. It was spared from making the decision as the rip tightened, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. 

“I should fuck that-” 

An ear shattering furious roar tore through the room. The next thing Wei Wuxian knew he was on the ground. The room around him burned with the scent of sandalwood. The first inhalation setting Wei Wuxian’s blood ablaze. A guard moved into his eyesight and he pounced. 

His teeth tore into the man’s throat. The metallic taste of blood, searing hot against his tongue, exploded in his mouth as Wei Wuxian’s weight sent the man crashing backwards. His teeth dug in as he rose, tearing out the muscles of the man’s throat with a dying squelch. 

He spat out the meat as his gaze fell on the other guard. The man’s were wide, his hands shaking as he drew his sword. But Wei Wuxian was faster. He charged, using his own head like a battering ram. With a loud clang, the guard’s sword fell from his grasp. Wei Wuxian slid back, his teeth snarled and ready to rip out the man’s throat. 

Only to find the guard’s eyes were already glassy. A dark stain of blood smeared behind him as his body slumped to the floor.Only then did Wei Wuxian register the sound of grunting, the sharp thuds of metal pounding into something. Panting, he turned. 

Lan Zhan’s hulking form swung with his fists. The cages around his hands transformed into weapons, painting the walls with crimson every swing he took. A pained cry from Wen Chao kept time with his rhythm, a sick orchestra filling the room. 

Wei Wuxian’s own growl joined it as he stalked over. Only as Wei Wuxian stood beside him did Lan Zhan’s rhythm pause. A pair of burning golden eyes met Wei Wuxian’s silver. The burning sandalwood sceding to that of peppercorns. Wei Wuxian’s lip curled as he turned his gaze to Wen Chao. The man’s eyes fluttered, barely able to focus. 

 “Beg,” He snarled, his foot flashing out to pin Wen Chao’s gaze on him. 

“Don’t kill me, please!” Wen Chao babbled in response. His face was bloody and beaten, his nose sagging down his face. “I’ll give you whatever you want! Just don’t kill me!”  

“I want Lotus Pier back,” Wei Wuxian snarled as his first kick connected with the man’s jaw. “I want Emperor Jiang and Empress Yu to be alive.” His second kick. “I want the lives of those lost at the garrison back.” His third kick. “I want my fucking dignity back.” He screamed, a final kick hitting with a sickening crack. 

Wei Wuxian’s chest heaved as he lowered his bloodied foot to the ground. His eyes burned as he glared at Wen Chao. They shifted to Lan Zhan, finding a pair of golden eyes burning hot with desire. Wei Wuxian pitched forward, burying his nose into his neck. A hazy fog of need flooding through him. 

“Wei Ying, you need to go.” Lan Zhan purred into his ear. Despite his words, his head nuzzled against Wei Wuxian’s hair. 

“Alpha,” Wei Wuxian whined.

“Focus!” Lan Zhan commanded. Unlike Wen Chao’s command, this one took root easily under Wei Wuxian’s skin. 

His whole body purred with the command as he felt some of the fog lift. It let him focus on Lan Zhan, seeing him clumsily getting a knife between his caged hands. Seeing his plan, Wei Wuxian moved, allowing him to slice through the bonds on his arms. His entire body moaned with relief as they fell to his sides. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the relief of finally being able to stretch the muscles. 

He stumbled over to the guards next, quickly rifling through their pockets for the keys.In seconds he had both his and Lan Zhan’s leg chains off. He was moving on to his muzzle when Lan Zhan stopped him. 

“No,” He breathed. 

“What? Lan Zhan, we’re getting out of here!” Wei Wuxian protested, moving to unlock the muzzle again. 

“I can’t, you-” Lan Zhan’s eyes flickered closed as he shook his head. A now free hand moving to stop Wei Wuxian’s hands. The cold iron of the muzzle felt cold as Lan Zhan pressed Wei Wuxian’s wrist against it. His shoulders lifted as he took a deep inhale. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” They flickered open, locking on to him. “Go without me.”

“I’m not leaving you here!” 

“You have to,” Lan Zhan replied. “Do it, leave without me.” His voice repeated, this time laced with an alpha command. Wei Wuxian’s entire body screamed to follow it. He shook his head as if it would clear some of the fog. “For me.” 

Wei Wuxian struggled with the command. Their actions had probably already been heard. Wen Chao’s men were probably on their way. If he let Lan Zhan go, there was no telling what they’d do. He took in another lungful of his scent, his body crying for a release. He felt the resolve set in. The last thing they needed was to botch their escape because they’d stopped to mate. 

He just didn’t know if it was his own resolve or the command. He struggled the whole way to the door, before turning back to look at Lan Zhan through the bars. 

“Close the door,” Lan Zhan commanded. Wei Wuxian’s breath caught as it fell shut. “Thank you,” Lan Zhan breathed as his body crowded up against the bars. Wei Wuxian tucked the sword under his arm, motioning for him to come closer. “No.” 

“I’m not leaving you muzzled like a dog!” Wei Wuxian snarled. It worked, as Lan Zhan shifted so Wei Wuxian could access the lock. He felt a smile light up his face as the muzzle finally fell away, letting him see the rest of Lan Zhan’s face. It was beautiful like the rest of him, even all the dirt and grime from his months of captivity. 

Wei Wuxian’s hands snaked through the bars, a thumb reaching out to soothe the red marks left by the muzzle’s spikes. He watched Lan Zhan lean into it, his eyes flickering closed. Wei Wuxian crowded the bars, tilting his head so he could press a soft kiss to those pink lips. Their scents flooded out around them, tangling together. All Wei Wuxian wanted to do was stay. 

“Go,” Lan Zhan murmured as they parted. Lips kissing Wei Wuxian’s palm before pushing the hand back through the bars. 

Shouts broke through, the sound of a guard coming. 

“Run,” Lan Zhan pressed, the command settled over Wei Wuxain. The sound of guards approaching gave him no time to fight it.  

“I’ll come back for you,” Wei Wuxian swore. He got a soft sad look from Lan Zhan. “I promise.” 

"Go." 

Wei Wuxian hated the way he turned, how his feet slapped against the floor as he tore off into the night. It was only as he stumbled into the woods that the command lifted, the reality of what he'd done crashing down on him. 

"No," He breathed as he looked back. The Wen camp wasn’t even visible through the trees. It had been so easy to get to this point. 

So why had he run alone? They would have been more than a match for the Wens. They could both be safe right now. Why had he let Lan Zhan command him? He needed to go back. He lurched towards the direction he’d come, only to falter as he heard voices filtering in through the trees. 

“He must have run this way!” 

Wei Wuxian’s mouth turned into a snarl as the first Wen soldier stumbled into sight. A heated rage flooding through his mind. They were keeping him from Lan Zhan. They were keeping him from his alpha. 

So they needed to die.

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Wei Wuxian’s chest heaved as he looked around the courtyard of the Yiling Supervisory Office. He flicked the blade in his hand, a spray of blood decorating the already drenched ground around him. His head cocked as he heard a low moan, his eyes flashing as he zeroed in on the source. He stalked across the courtyard, not even bothering to avoid stepping on the corpses that littered it. 

“No!” A soldier whimpered, his limbs struggling to drag his downed body away as he realized Wei Wuxian had focused on him. Wei Wuxian planted a foot on his lower back. His blade struck out, impaling itself through the man’s leg. The man’s scream covered the sickening crunch as Wei Wuxian twisted the blade.

“Where is he,” Wei Wuxian growled. The words felt strange on his tongue after days of nothing but animalistic growls and snarls.  

“Where is who?” The soldier whimpered. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian tugged the sword out, impaling the other leg in a swift motion. The soldier shrieked in pain, his hands digging into the dirt. The smell of urine blossomed from him, soaking with the mud that had been made from his blood. 

“I don’t know!” The man sobbed. “Please!” He screamed as Wei Wuxian twisted the blade again. Another sickening crunch. “I’m just a cook!” 

“Shame,” Wei Wuxian muttered as he stood. He ripped out the blade, a swift slice up ending the man’s cries. 

Wei Wuxian’s head cocked as he looked out over the courtyard. It had fallen silent with the cook’s death. He let the sword point fall to the ground, rattling against the dirt as he crossed the courtyard. His leg lashed out as he reached a door, sending it flying in. 

Only then did he pause, staring into the dark prison he had fled seven days ago. During that time his teeth and blade had torn through every Wen soldier he could find. He’d taken them on a chase through the forest. He ambushed some of them from trees, others he lured in taking advantage of his heat sweetened scent. 

 In turn they called him a demon. 

Seeing his reflection in a shined blade, Wei Wuxian supposed he looked the part. He was drenched from head to toe in blood, the gaudy robe merely scraps of fabric trailing off of him. A maniacal grin on his face as he sated the heat singing in his blood with bloodshed. He could still feel the last of his heat humming through his veins, as if it was holding out for the alpha he hoped was still here. 

He stumbled over the threshold, letting his body guide him back to the cell. He could still smell sandalwood, growing stronger with each step. He sped up, swinging around the corner with a grin. 

Only to have it fall as he caught sight of the cell. 

“No,” He breathed. “No, no, no!” The word tumbled over and over again as he yanked at the cell door. He slammed his blade into the door jam, throwing his weight into it. The door fell away with a clang, leaving him to stumble into the cell. Confirming what he already knew. 

Lan Zhan was gone. 

It sapped the adrenaline he’d been living off of out of his system, leaving him to collapse in the center of the cell. He shouldn’t have expected Lan Zhan to be here. He left him a cell with Wen Chao’s dead body. It would be a miracle if he was still alive. He cursed his heat-addled mind for hoping. 

He fought the tears threatening to spill over. What was done was done, there was no use in crying about it. He let out a hollow laugh, hadn’t Jiang Yanli always teased him for trying to use logic to reason with his own biology? He shifted, staying in an abandoned cell just because it smelled like him wasn’t going to help free Yunmeng from Wens. 

He got his feet under him, but just as he went to get up something caught his eye. It was something faint scratched into the stonework, barely deep enough to be caught by the light in the cell. He shifted over, his hand reaching out to rub over the crude characters marked there. 

For Wei Ying . 

He felt his breath catch as he crowded in, fingers clumsily feeling around the brick. His blunt nails, ruined by his rather animalistic attacks over the past days, slowly pulled the stone out. As the stone came free, a white ribbon came fluttering away with it. The scent of sandalwood and loquats exploding around it. 

His hands shook as he picked it up. The ribbon must have been embroidered at some point, but now all that was left of the design was frayed threads. As if someone had constantly rubbed them in comfort. The only part that had successfully survived were the small characters of a name, Lan Zhan . Wei Wuxian felt a lump form in his throat as he ran his finger over the embroidered characters. He must have had it for years for his scent to be left on it so strongly, almost as if it was woven into the fabric itself. 

How long had Lan Zhan kept this from the Wens? Wen Chao would have taken it from him if he knew, robbing him of the sentimental piece as a way to break him. Yet he’d managed to save it, hide it away and keep it clean. Had the embroidery worn away from him rubbing his fingers over it? A piece of his home to give him comfort in his captivity. 

And he’d left it for him. 

And Wei Wuxian had just left him. 

It was all it took for the tears he’d been holding back to spill over. His chest heaved as the sobs tore from it. Hot ugly tears poured down his face, all because of one white ribbon. He brought it up to his nose, inhaling the scent that had become second nature to him in such a short time. 

Eventually his tears ran out, leaving what felt like a hollowness in his chest. A bitter numbness that spread throughout the rest of his body. It dulled the aches and pains he’d gathered over the past seven days. It made it easier to pull himself to his feet. He moved to the door of their cell, looking back into the space. He closed his eyes, it was just another part of his life closed. 

“He’s alive,” A voice broke through his thoughts. 

Wei Wuxian’s head whipped towards the source, a man in a cell on a diagonal to his. His hand tightened on the white ribbon in his hand as his eyes narrowed. He took a cautious step forward as he glared, taking in the man’s appearance. 

Wei Wuxian wagered he was in his late middle ages, although the amount of dirt and filth on him would age the best. Although it was in shreds, Wei Wuxian could still make out that his clothes had once been a Yunmeng Army uniform. Not an officer, since it would have been purple, but a high ranking enlisted man if he were to wager a guess. 

“The alpha they kept in that cell,” The man repeated. “He’s alive.” 

“I do not take kindly to lies,” Wei Wuxian replied. His knuckles turned as white as the ribbon in his hand as he gripped it. 

“I’m not!” The man quickly protested. “Wen Xu came to take him three days ago, neither he nor Wen Chao’s bodyguard was happy about it. Wen Xu said he was taking him to a special camp for punishment.” 

Wei Wuxian felt a flicker of hope. He immediately tried to stamp it out. He’d already seen where hope had gotten him; sobbing over a piece of ribbon in a cell. The Wens could have planted the man here, set him up to walk straight into a trap. 

“Why should I trust you?” Wei Wuxian straightened.

“How do I benefit from lying to you?” The man replied. 

“The Wens could have paid you off,” Wei Wuxian replied, his brow furrowing. “Get you to lead me into a trap.” 

“I would never work for the Wens,” The man seethed. “After what they’ve done? My allegiance is to Yunmeng and her rightful rulers. Your alpha is alive, you have my word.” 

“He’s not my alpha,” Wei Wuxian felt himself flush. He supposed he should be thankful he was covered in blood. It led him to only flush further as he realized he was wearing less now that the gaudy robe was reduced to scraps. He brought the scraps together, covering himself for the first time in weeks. “Just a friend.” He muttered as his grip tightened on the white ribbon. 

“Right,” The man replied. Wei Wuxian could hear from just his tone that he didn’t believe him. 

“I’ll go find the keys to let you and the other prisoners out.” Wei Wuxian turned away. 

Despite his best intentions, he felt that spark of hope flicker back to life. He felt a resolve settle in, this one he knew was his own. 

He was tired of the Wens taking from him. 

It was time to start taking things back. 

“You’re all free to go, you have your freedom.” Wei Wuxian announced to the motley group of men gathered amongst the corpses of the Wens. 

There were eleven of them, some in better condition than others. He would hardly call any of them healthy. The man who had talked about Lan Zhan seemed to be the strongest, but even he was swaying on his feet. All of them regarded him with a good level of suspicion. In their defense, he doubted a blood soaked nearly naked omega instilled much confidence. 

“If you would choose to use your freedom to strike back at the Wens,” Wei Wuxian continued. “I’ll be turning over their headquarters for intel on where to strike next. You’re free to join me. Otherwise, the kitchens are there. The barracks over there. I’m sure anything you might need can be found there.” 

“Why should we follow you?” A voice called out. 

“I’m not saying you should,” Wei Wuxian replied. “If someone else wants to take up the mantle of leader, they are welcome. All I care about is driving the Wens out of Yunmeng.” 

“You’re Lord Wei, aren’t you?” The voice of the man from the cell spoke up. Wei Wuxian tensed as his gaze flickered to him. “I was there, at the garrison.” 

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian replied. “A lot of good men died there because of my leadership.” 

“You gave everyone there a choice,” The man shook his head. “I made mine. I chose to follow you, and I will gladly do so again.”  

“I killed an entire garrison to give a single man a chance to escape,” Wei Wuxian replied with a bitter laugh. “How is that a man you’d want to follow?” 

“The man who lives is the only man who’d be capable of rallying the banners and saving Yunmeng from the Wens. Crown Prince Jiang lives because of your decision.” The man replied. Wei Wuxian’s heart skipped a beat, had he heard news of him?“You were able to see the big picture, and make the hard decision.” 

“What’s your name?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Zhong Delun,” The man saluted, only to sway. Wei Wuxian darted forward, catching him before he could fall. He got a sheepish look as he regained his balance. “I’ve been in the Yunmeng Royal Army for fifteen years.” 

“It’s an honor to have you,” Wei Wuxian nodded in return. “Get some food first, then we can discuss our next move.” 

“Shouldn’t you rest as well?” Zhong Delun questioned. 

“I might have killed every Wen in this outpost,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “But it won’t take long for more to come. Keep that in mind,” He directed to the men, some of which had begun to limp off. “I want to get every scrap of intelligence and get out of here as soon as I can.” 

“What if they retake it?” 

“Unavoidable,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Two men can’t hold an outpost. For now, we’ll have to settle for impeding the Wen’s where we can. Attack supply routes, free prisoners where we can. If we’re lucky we’ll grow our numbers. Only then can we set our sights higher.” 

“Why not just make it for the battlefront? Join the armies there?” Zhong Delun questioned. 

“If we can get enough men we can do some real damage from behind enemy lines,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Not to mention collecting fresh intelligence. Intelligence that could give the forces fighting the Wen’s the upperhand.” 

“Not much glory in it,” Zhong Delun replied. 

“If you're following me for glory, you might as well leave.” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I plan on doing whatever is necessary to bring down the Wen’s. Even if it is underhanded. You’ll find I don’t have much honor left to preserve.” 

He was surprised to find a smile on Zhong Delun’s face. 

“Then, Lord Wei, I’ve picked the right person to follow.” 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

“These are our bandits?” 

Wei Wuxian let out a cry of pain as a hand buried itself in his hair, painfully tearing his head back. The adrenaline that had started to fade from their caravan attack, was suddenly pumping in his veins again at the act of being bound and thrown at another alpha’s feet. 

His eyes panicky darted around the space around him, it was one that was quickly becoming familiar to him. A large tent, the fabric a deep red, occupied the space behind his captor. The banner hanging by its entrance marking it as their command. To either side of it, curling around in a circle, were a few other large tents. They’d most likely be the general barracks, one for food and storage. These gave way to smaller personal tents, belonging to higher ranking officers. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flew to the woods that surrounded the camp, letting his brain calculate the distance. Twenty seven steps to safety. 

But nearly as many Wen soldiers. 

He flinched as the man holding him reached out with his other hand, expecting him to  strike at him. Instead he tugged at the collar of his robes. Wei Wuxian couldn’t keep his breath from picking up as his head was tilted, the long line of his neck being exposed. Real fear began to leech into his scent as it slipped out from under his control.

A fear that pushed him to squirm, to stop feeling as exposed. He earned a sharp tug in response. He glared up at the man in response. He assumed he was the captain of this camp. His robes were higher quality than the ones Wei Wuxian had fought, not to mention didn’t carry the stench of having been worn for days without washing. 

“Yes sir,” One of the soldiers that had escorted them to the camp spoke from behind Wei Wuxian. He flinched, they sounded too close. He tried tucking his chin down, an act that succeeded as the soldier who spoke drew the captain’s attention. 

“Two old men and an omega,” The captain sneered. “You think you can steal from the Wen army?” 

Wei Wuxian yelped as he tugged on his hair. His hands flew to grasp the man’s arm as best he could with his bound hands, attempting to distribute his weight. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. 

“Don’t hurt him!”  Zhong Delun’s voice called from somewhere behind him to the left. 

“You attempt to steal from us and expect us not to hurt you?” The captain laughed. Wei Wuxian heard it echo through the other soldiers. He counted the tones, estimating there were at least ten soldiers behind him. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks for his music instructor teaching him he had perfect pitch. 

“Please,” He whimpered. “I have pups to feed.” 

“I don’t see any marks,” The captain twisted his hair to look at both sides of his neck. “Maybe you should have considered the consequences for your actions.” 

“He’s dead, killed when you took Yunmeng.” Wei Wuxian pleaded. He let a bit of his scent release, the sweetened smell of five spice cake. “Please, there’s no one else to care for them. I’m all they have.” 

He watched as the captain softened, the grip on Wei Wuxian’s hair loosening. 

“How many?” He murmured. 

“Three,” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

“You don’t look old enough for three,” The captain’s gaze turned suspicious. 

“They are triplets!” Wei Wuxian let the pleading tone return to his voice. “Runs in my family.” 

He watched a new spark form in the captain’s eye. His hand dropping away completely from his hair, instead dropping to his chin. Wei Wuxian swallowed nervously as the man tilted his chin from side to side, his eyes roving over it. His nose picked up a subtle musky scent. Had he over sold it? 

“Sir?” A soldier behind them spoke up after a moment. The man seemed to jump out of whatever he was thinking, his gaze flickering to whoever had spoken. 

“Take him to my tent,” His hand dropped away from Wei Wuxian’s face. 

“Sir, he killed two men.” The soldier hissed. 

“Did he?” The captain sighed looking back at him. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes sir,” The soldier replied. Wei Wuxian watched the captain groan. 

“Put him with the other one,” The captain sighed. His hand turned Wei Wuxian’s head again, taking another look. “But make sure no one touches this one. I want information on the two he killed.” 

“And the others?” 

“Did they kill anyone?” 

“No, just the omega sir.” 

“Tie them to the posts,” The captain replied. “Two days there should teach them their lesson.” 

Wei Wuxian was pulled to his feet and marched off. He glanced around, seeing a series of cages he hadn’t seen before. Men were jammed inside, even from here Wei Wuxian could tell they had little room to move around in. His heartbeat picked up as they moved past the cages, heading for a well guarded tent instead. 

“Do we have a new playmate?” One of the guards at the entrance leered. He didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes drug the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. 

“Captain’s orders not to touch him,” The soldier on his right replied. “Apparently he has a thing for triplets.” He snorted.  

“Please, you have to let me go,” Wei Wuxian played it back up. “My pups need me.” 

“Pretty, fertile and maternal,” The guard’s eyebrow raised. “Jackpot.” 

“He killed two men,” The soldier on his left stated, indignation clear in his tone. “I don’t see how you can overlook that he’s a murderer just because you can fuck him.” 

“You’ve never fucked an omega, have you?” The guard stepped forward. His leering gaze returned to Wei Wuxian. “They might take a little work, but the taste of slick on your tongue is like no other. Not to mention the males are always the tightest fuck, so many parts crammed into so little space.” 

Wei Wuxian flinched back as the man reached out for him, not managing to get far in the soldier's hold. Luckily, the one on his left came to his rescue. 

“The Captain said no one was to touch him,” The hand that wasn’t holding Wei Wuxian’s arm darted out to stop the guard from touching him. 

“The captain isn’t here right now, is he?” The guard sneered back. 

“If you want to risk your life for a fuck, be our guest.” The soldier on his right spoke up. “You didn’t see how the captain lit up at the sound of triplets.” He added as a warning. “He’s already minutes away for pardoning him for murder.” 

It was enough to get the guard to back off. 

“Besides, you already have your playmate,” The one on his left scoffed. Both of them pushed past the guard and into the tent. 

Wei Wuxian grunted as he hit the ground, sliding in the dirt from the force the men exerted to push him. He scrambled up, putting on a set of wide eyes. 

“Please, my pups, they need me!” He pleaded. His bound hands reached out to grasp the robes of one of them. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll have new pups to worry about if the captain has his way.” The soldier chuckled as he kicked him off. Wei Wuxian let the weight of the kick push him back, collapsing on the ground with an exaggerated whimper. 

“Be thankful for your luck,” The other snorted. Both of them turned, stalking out of the tent. 

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, letting his eyes flicker closed. He twisted his wrists, the ropes having more than enough give for him to work his way out of them. Only after he’d confirmed that did his real fear start to abide. His wide eyed omega role had done the trick, since they hadn’t even searched him. They’d only taken the weapons he was obviously carrying. Still, he’d need to reduce the number of pups next time. That had been a little too close for his comfort. 

 “Are you ok-okay?” A voice stuttered. Wei Wuxian froze in his shifting. He quickly shifted his body, getting eyes on the speaker.  

The moment he did, he felt his stomach drop. 

It was a young man, and Wei Wuxian would hesitate to call him that. He knew he was too young to be at war at eighteen, but this boy must be at least three years younger than him. His round face had all the hallmarks of the fine delicate features found in an omega, a pair of black wide eyes staring out of them. His face was marred by the bruise in the clear shape of a hand on one side. It matched bruising around the boy’s neck, and more Wei Wuxian could see between the torn remains of his robes. It was the stains he could make out that sparked his rage. 

Besides, you already have a playmate. The soldier's words sounded through his head like a siren. 

“What have they done to you?” Wei Wuxian breathed. He saw the boy’s eyes widen, his body curling in on himself as if he was trying to hide. “How old are you?” 

“Fifteen,” The boy muttered. 

“And they did this to you?” Wei Wuxian questioned. The only response he got was the boy’s head ducking. “I’m going to fucking kill them,” Wei Wuxian seethed. The boy’s head shot up, eyes wide in surprise. 

Wei Wuxian bent, his teeth tearing into the rope around his hands. It gave way with a snap, unraveling as it fell to the ground. He slid his hand into his robes, quickly unsheathing the knife strapped to his inner thigh. He moved over, cutting the rope tying the boy’s hands to a stake. 

“Do you know how many soldiers guard the prisoners?” He questioned in a low tone. 

“W-who are you?” The boy questioned, his hands rubbing the rope burns around his wrist. Wei Wuxian went to reach out to him, stopping when he saw the boy unconsciously flinch at the action. 

It only made his rage burn brighter, only a sliver of it directed at himself. He’d been lucky. Empress Yu might have been a hard ass who didn’t like him, but at least she’d raised him with the mind set that omegas weren’t meant to be weak. She’d given him the tools to defend himself, let him train physically and mentally alongside Jiang Wanyin. It was easy to forget not everyone had that opportunity. 

“Wei Wuxian,” He replied. “I’ve got men stationed around the camp, waiting for my signal. I’m going to get you and the other prisoners out of here. Stay in here, I’ll come back for you when the coast is clear. Okay?” 

“Four guards,” The boy replied with wide eyes. Wei Wuxian stuttered to a stop, before a smile grew on his face. 

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He assured the boy. He grabbed his second knife from his boot, saddling up to the tent flaps. 

Thanks to the braisers lighting the camp, he could make out the shapes of the guards. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his hold on his knives. He let the anger take hold, sending him flying out of the tent with a snarl. 

His first knife struck true, implanting itself in the base of the first guard’s skull. He twisted, using the now dead body as a shield as he threw the second knife at the other guard. With a soft thud, it struck home. His now empty hand wrapped around the hilt of the first guard’s sword, the blade unsheathing itself as he let the guard drop. 

Adjusting his hold on the blade, his eyes zeroed in on his next target. His adrenaline began to pound as he took off, slashing through a soldier before he even realized he was there. The second one wasn’t as blissfully unaware, but Wei Wuxian’s blade had sliced through his neck before he could make a sound. 

He flew over to the cages, his actions having already gained the attention of the inhabitants. He swung his leg around, his heel swinging down and dislodging the padlock on the first lock. The men inside surged forward, knocking the door open before the lock had even fallen to the ground. 

He wove through the chaos of the escaping men, slowing his approach to the second cage. He sliced through the lock this time, trying not to lose momentum as he made his way to the next. All the way, keeping his eyes out for a pair of golden eyes. 

It was always risky to let the prisoners out first. Their chaos of running was helpful, but it also meant a dozen, sometimes more, men running unarmed into Wen soldiers. They’d learned the hard way that losing a few in the chaos was better than the Wen’s killing them before they could get their hands on them. 

His heel connected with the padlock on the last cage, his eyes casting about for his own men. Only for them to find him first. He gave a brief nod to Zhong Delun, catching the torch he tossed to him with his free hand. 

“Leave that tent,” He hollered, pointing to the one he’d left. He got a nod from both his men as they took off. He was thankful the tent was away from the rest, meaning there was no chance it would accidentally catch fire. 

He turned his attention to the job at hand. He found the largest nearby, winding back his arm and chucking the torch. Just like he did with fireworks off the docks of Lotus Pier. He paused for a moment, watching to make sure the fire took hold. 

Then just as planned, he heard a roar from the tree line. The rest of his men emerged from the shadows as they ran into the camp. After months of stumbling, this was their way of striking back at the Wens. Wei Wuxian, and a few of their most unassuming members, would get picked up by the Wen soldiers. Once they were in the camp, they’d break free and set it ablaze. The rest of his men would then swoop in, taking advantage of the chaos. Since their numbers had only risen to fifteen, they had to choose their targets wisely. This was the largest camp they’d ever taken on. They needed every advantage they could get.

So Wei Wuxian gave into the rage boiling in him. He used it to cleave his way through the Wens. Their blood painted his robes, staining his teeth as he gave into the instinct. The rage only faded when the captain was dead, the papers he was working on too blood soaked to be of use.

As he headed back to the boy, he could see his men doing the rest of the work. Methodically slitting throats and burning anything that they couldn’t use. It would cover their tracks, although some days Wei Wuxian wondered how much damage they were actually inflicting on the Wens. They needed to grow bigger, recruit more. Maybe if he came up with better tactics, utilize the natural talents of his men better. 

Wei Wuxian shook the thoughts from his head, he had a more important matter to deal with first. He stepped into the tent, only to have something come swinging at him. 

“It’s me,” His sword came up on instinct. Two pieces of a stake clattered to the ground as the sword cut through it. He quickly lowered the sword, placing it on the ground as he held up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

He watched the boy swallow nervously as he shifted. Now that he was standing, Wei Wuxian could see the real state of his robes. There was hardly enough left to earn the word. He quickly shrugged out of his outermost robe, then the next when he realized that one was covered in blood. 

“Here,” Wei Wuxian held out one of his inner robes. He watched the boy hesitantly grab it, wrapping it around himself with shaky hands. Wei Wuxian shrugged his outer robe back on, tying it back in place. “Let’s get you out of here,” He bent, picking up his sword again. 

He saw the boy hesitate. 

“Don’t worry, you have my word my men won’t do anything to you.” Wei Wuxian tried to assure him. He could tell it didn’t, quickly thinking of a new plan. “Here,” He turned the hilt of the blade to him. He watched the boy’s eyes go wide as he looked at it. “I can get you a knife if you prefer.” 

“N-no,” The boy shook his head, his hand finally reaching out for the sword. The tip almost immediately fell to the ground, as if he wasn’t expecting the weight. It wobbled back up as he adjusted his hold. 

Wei Wuxian smiled at him, leading the way out of the tent. The camp was still chaotic, and it looked like some of the free men had taken off into the woods. Others were still here, milling about looting corpses and tents. Wei Wuxian let his hand hover behind the boy’s back as he directed him, making sure not to actually touch him. 

He waved to Zhong Delun as he saw him, thankful his second in command seemed to understand what was going on. As he and the boy reached the edge of the camp, he heard the beta’s voice booming out. 

“You all have your freedom again,” Zhong Delun’s voice faded as they moved off. “If you’re interested in striking back at the Wens, we have a camp a few li from here.” 

The rest of the speech faded as they got far enough away. 

“In all the excitement, I forgot to ask your name.” Wei Wuxian spoke softly. 

“Ah,” The boy jumped nervously. “Wen Ning, courtesy Qionglin.” 

“Wei Ying, courtesy Wuxian.” Wei Wuxian smiled back. “Are you from Yunmeng?” 

The last thing he expected was the boy to start crying. The smell of sickly sweet sap flooding out from him. The sword fell from his grip as his arms wrapped around himself. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened, his own scent flooding out to sooth as he stepped closer. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He murmured. His instinct was to reach out for him, stopping short when he remembered. “You’re safe now.” 

“I-I’m,” The boy tried to speak. The poor boy had to compete with his stutter and the sobs wracking his entire body. “I-I’m-m.” 

“It’s okay, take your time.” Wei Wuxian hummed. He found himself humming under his breath, loud enough for the boy to hear. Slowly the sobs slowed. 

“I-I’m from Qishan,” He finally managed to get out. “Don’t h-hurt me.” 

“Why would I hurt you because you're from Qishan?” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. 

“M-my uncle is Emperor Wen,” The boy cried. Wei Wuxian froze for a moment. 

“How did you end up here?” He felt his brow furrow. This boy was in line for the Qishan Throne, even if it was distant. What did he do to be abandoned to the whims of cruel guards?

“M-my branch of the family are doctors,” Wen Qionglin replied. “I came to h-help, b-but I couldn’t let them.” His voice broke. “They w-wiped out a whole village, I tried to s-stop them.”  

“And they took it as treason,” Wei Wuxian filled in the gaps. “The fucking monsters, you were just trying to do good.” He swore as he turned his head away from Wen Qionglin. He wanted to charge back into that camp and rip them to shreds. He only turned back when he heard the boy crying again. He slapped himself mentally, this boy probably had seen enough rage for a lifetime. 

“Let’s get you back to camp,” He smiled. “Once you’ve got a good meal in you we can decide what you want to do next.” 

“Are you locking me up?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian protested. “We aren’t an army, just a few people trying to make a difference.”

“A-are you from Yunmeng?” Wen Qionglin questioned. 

“I am,” Wei Wuxian nodded with a smile. He decided his connection to the Jiang’s wasn’t something he needed to spring on the boy. Or the fact he’d murdered his cousin with his feet. 

“I’m sorry,” Wen Qionglin offered softly. 

“It’s not your fault,” Wei Wuxian replied. 

“But it’s m-my family,” Wen Qionglin replied. Wei Wuxian sighed, he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. The Jiang’s were his family, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t by blood. They also hadn’t invaded another kingdom unprovoked. He did have a lifetime of dealing with Empress Yu under his belt. 

“Family is complicated,” He started slowly. “Royal ones even more. I want to say you can still care for your Uncle, but seeing what he’s actions have done first hand.” 

“That’s the p-problem,” Wen Qionglin stopped. Wei Wuxian stopped with him, watching the boy's hands curl into fists as he gripped his robes. “I d-don’t think I do.” He watched the boy sniff. “Does that m-make me b-bad?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian protested. “Wen Qionglin, you are the opposite of bad.” He moved to reach out, only remembering to stop himself short. “Can I?” 

He watched the boy nod tearily, stepping forward. Wei Wuxian breathed out, stepping forward to wrap his arms around the boy. Wen Qionglin’s head tilted, tucking it into his neck like a child. Which, Wei Wuxian reminded himself, he was. He felt the tears rather than heard them, a wet warmth trickling against his skin. He hummed softly as he reached up, gently stroking the boy’s hair. He focused on keeping his scent warm and soothing, like a freshly baked five spice cake, and not letting his anger seep into it. 

“Sorry,” Wen Qionglin muttered as he pulled back. 

“You don’t have to apologize to me for anything,” Wei Wuxian reached up, wiping away the fallen tears. “I can promise from experience, a nice bath and clean clothes will help.” 

“Thank you,” Wen Qionglin offered a shaky smile. Wei Wuxian smiled back, turning his attention back to the woods as they walked. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as their camp came into sight. It wasn’t much, really just a collection of mismatched tents gathered around a campfire. A large pot was simmering on the campfire, the smell of stew heavy in the air. The young alpha tending to it had his back to them when they approached. 

“Sir!” He spun the moment he realized they were there. 

“Everything quiet here, Cao Yu?” Wei Wuxian questioned. He let Wen Qionglin shuffle behind him, his hands darting out to hold on to the back of Wei Wuxian’s robes. 

Cao Yu was one of the few that signed on in Yiling. He’d joined the army after a life on the streets, hoping for a place to sleep and food in his stomach. Instead he’d unknowingly signed on for Wei Wuxian’s massacre. He’d found Wei Wuxian and Zhong Delun bent over maps, fumbling explaining he didn’t know how to fight but he wanted to fight back against the Wens. They’d quickly found the young man had the fire to get anything done, from collecting animal poop to fuel their fires to cooking to mending clothes. 

“Yes, sir.” Cao Yu nodded. “I managed to catch a few rabbits, and I added the meat to the stew. I figured the new men would appreciate it, we all know how the Wens feed their prisoners.” 

“Good, Zong Delun was giving the speech when I left.” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Do we have extra robes?” 

“I’ll get them,” Cao Yu nodded, his eyes flickering over his shoulder to Wen Qionglin. He moved over to the cart, pulling open a trunk to produce the robes they’d taken from previous camp raids. “These should fit,” He brought a set over. 

“I’m going to take him down to the creak to get washed up,” Wei Wuxian nodded as he took them. “No one is allowed to come down until we return.” 

“Yes, sir.” Cao Yu nodded. 

“If we have an extra cot, squeeze it into my tent.” He added. “If not, just bring some extra blankets.” He added as he crossed to his tent, grabbing his own set of robes. He lit the smaller braiser in there, knowing Cao Yu would keep his tent from catching fire. “The water will be cold, but it’ll be worth it to feel a bit cleaner.” He told Wen Qionglin as he led him down the way to the creak. “I’m going to bathe too, but I’ll keep my back turned if you want.” 

He watched Wen Qionglin nod, a soft flush creeping across his face. Wei Wuxian hurried through his own bathing, the cold water only pushing him to move faster. He made sure to rinse out his own robes, watching the cloudy red water drift off of them and down the river. 

Once Wen Qionglin was done, he bustled him back to the camp. 

“Go get warm,” Wei Wuxian nodded in the direction of his tent. Shifting his wet robes in an attempt not to soak his new ones. “I’ll bring you some food.” 

He quickly threw his robes over their washing line, pinning them with the crude clips Cao Yu had whittled. From there he moved to the fire, only to find Cao Yu already serving up two bowls for them. 

“I put extra meat in this one,” Cao Yu said lowly. “Looks like the poor boy could use it.” 

“I appreciate it,” Wei Wuxian nodded. The sound of laughter and conversation signaled the return of the rest of their camp. A number of extra men in tow. Zhong Delun made a straight beeline for Wei Wuxian and Cao Yu. 

“Recruited five for sure,” Zhong Delun saluted. “Three seem rather uncertain. Here is the intel I managed to gather.” 

“Better than none,” Wei Wuxian nodded as he took the bundle of scrolls. “Welcome,” He called out to the men gathering around the fire. “Help yourself to some stew. Cao Yu can point you to where there's space to sleep.” 

“I hope there’s room in your tent,” An alpha with rosy cheeks winked, Wei Wuxian could smell the alcohol from here. 

“Leave,” Wei Wuxian growled. He watched the man’s face fall to shock. “I, nor any omega that joins us, will not put up with that kind of attitude.” He seethed. 

“Who put you in charge?” The drunk one slurred. 

“Lord Wei has proven himself to lead us,” Zhong Delun was the one to growl this time. Wei Wuxian watched his name cause a few raised eyebrows. “You’re looking at the man who single handedly took the Supervisory Office in Yiling. You would be still rotting in those cages if he wasn’t here.” 

“Enough,” Wei Wuxian cut his rant off. “Curb your tongue or leave,” He leveled at the drunk. “Try anything and I will not hesitate to kill you.” He bared his teeth. His scent curled out, a dangerous warning as the peppercorn smothered the other spices. “And if anyone even thinks about looking at the boy in my tent wrong, I will make you wish I just killed you.” 

“Got a problem with that leave,” Cao Yu added, crossing his arms in a definitive end of conversation. 

“Those of you who stay, we’ll discuss our next moves in the morning.” Wei Wuxian added. He turned, taking the two bowls of soup and retreating to his tent. He was met with a wide eyed Wen Qionglin, sitting on a new cot. 

“L-lord?” He questioned. 

“In title only,” Wei Wuxian shrugged it off, offering the bowl with more meat to the boy. “Even before the invasion.” He added. Empress Yu couldn’t have her son hanging out with an untitled son of a former minister. One who’d been common folk on top of it. “Feel free to call me Wei Wuxian. Maybe if one person starts doing it I’ll be able to shake this ‘sir’ business.” He winked.

He took a spot on his own cot, rather amazed Cao Yu had managed to make both of them fit. He set his bowl in his lap, reaching under his pillow to pull out the fading white ribbon. He wrapped it around his wrist, the scent of sandalwood wafting up to him. He let it settle the shakes from the adrenaline wearing off. He turned his attention to his stew, only to find Wen Qionglin watching him curiously. 

“Y-your alpha?” He questioned, a soft flush on his face. 

“Just a friend,” Wei Wuxian found himself flushing. Why was it that everyone jumped to that conclusion? “We were cellmates in Yiling, he helped make a rough time easier. He helped me escape.” 

“Is he?” Wen Qionglin questioned softly. Wei Wuxain sighed as he looked down at his stew. 

“I think I’d be foolish to hope,” He murmured, lifting the crude wooden spoon to his mouth. 

“I thought it was foolish to hope someone would save me,” Wen Qionglin replied softly. “Yet you came.” He looked up, a shy smile on his face. “So is it really that foolish to hope he’s alive? After all, what is hope if not foolish?” 

Wei Wuxian blinked as he looked up, finding the boy had already turned his attention to the stew in his lap. He stirred his own stew with his spoon, mulling the words over. He’d tried to keep himself from hoping, seeing it as a way of pushing off his guilt about abandoning Lan Zhan. 

But in the end, hadn’t Empress Yu always called him a foolish boy?

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The ring of keys in Wei Wuxian’s hands felt heavier than the blade he’d swung for most of the day. His heart was pounding faster with each step he took into the prison. His fingers fumbling with the keys as he tried to find the ones to fit each lock. His eyes searched each face as it filed out of the cells. 

“We’ve taken over the kitchen if you're hungry,” Wei Wuxian spoke to each group, but it sounded like his voice was miles away from his body. “Medical supplies in the courtyard if you're injured. Please help anyone who can’t walk.” 

With each cell he unlocked, the keys seemed to feel heavier and heavier in his hand. He unlocked the last cell, smiling and offering words of comfort as the inhabitants filed out. His eyes searched each face, trying not to focus on the lump settling in the base of his throat. 

Until finally he stood at the entrance of the last cell, staring into the darkness. His hand tightening around the keys in his hand as he prayed for one more person to come out of that cell. He knew it was stupid, the chances he would be here would be like being struck by lightning. Yet, with each prisoner they released he couldn’t seem to stop himself from looking.  After a long moment, he shakily exhaled, turning away from the cell. 

He made his way back into the courtyard, finding Wen Qionglin had arrived with Cao Yu. The young alpha kept a few steps behind the omega, keeping an eye on him as he moved through the injured, like a protective older brother. He held the medical kit Wen Qionglin had managed to slowly piece together, handing off the supplies as the omega asked for them. 

It had been a little over a month and a half since they’d found him. Wei Wuxian had offered to find a way to get him back to Qishan, only to be surprised when the boy asked if he could stay. He hadn’t wanted to deny the boy, since he’d already gone through so much, but he was worried about his own men. They always fell in line around him, but he was assertive. He’d saved them from being prisoners. It had been a moment of relief when he found his men taking to Wen Qionglin like protective older brothers, making the new recruits quickly follow suit. So he’d offered to let Wen Qionglin stay on as his companion. A fancy title that would protect him from having to interact with the others, and perhaps filling in the hole of not having Jiang Yanli to talk to. Instead, he barely saw the boy except when he was trying to sleep. If he wasn’t tending to the injured, he was helping in the kitchens or foraging for herbs. 

Wen Qionglin still had nightmares, something he’d tried to hide until he realized Wei Wuxian’s own kept him up nearly as often. Often they ended up talking about nothing to pass their nights; from how to pick the best lotus pods to how to ground up willow bark to make a pain reliever. As much as Wei Wuxian hated having someone who knew he was struggling, Wen Qionglin did make the nights easier. 

Wei Wuxian allowed himself a moment of hesitation as he stared out over the courtyard. After gathering his thoughts, he jumped back into the chaos. This was the largest assault they’d mounted, taking on a permanent outpost. It acted as a transit camp, a stop for prisoners of war before they were sent back to Qishan while new soldiers stopped as they headed to the front. It was risky, but the payoff was high. Men and a chance to get a detailed map on where the Wen’s camps were stationed throughout Yunmeng. 

A map he should be looking for now, since they’d need to clear out before dawn. 

It pushed him into action, cutting through the courtyard. His eyes skimmed over the injured as he went. Keeping a tally of how many of his own men were there, waiting for Wen Qionglin’s care. He’d approach Zhong Delun about how many they’d lost after he turned over their headquarters for intel. 

Ten hours later, they were trudging back into their own camp. Wei Wuxian made a beeline for his own tent, scrolls and intel tucked under his arm. He’d protested the upgrade to a larger one, but he had to admit since Wen Qionglin now shared with him it was nice to have the space. A majority of it had been turned into a makeshift war room, their beds separated out by a curtain. 

Wei Wuxian shrugged out of his bloody robes, settling for wiping himself down with a basin of water. Shrugging on his spare set, he wrapped the frayed white ribbon back around his rest. Only then did he sit to work on their next plan. He was fighting off a yawn when Zhong Delun and Cao Yu made their way in, dragging a woman in Wen colors with them. 

“Sir, we found her on the edge of camp,” Zhong Delun nodded in greeting. “She was unarmed, except for these.” He stepped forward, setting a handful of needles on the table. Wei Wuxian picked one up. They were fine, like the kind used for medicine. He’d have to make sure Wen Qionglin got them. 

“Tell everyone to pack up, we’ll need to move out before nightfall,” He directed to Cao Yu. It wasn’t something he wanted to do right after their attack, but it would be better than being caught by the Wens. He supposed they were lucky enough to avoid being on their radar until now. They’d have to be much more careful. 

He cocked his head as he looked at her. The only dirt on her could have easily come from her capture, leaving him to realize how neat her appearance was. Too neat to be a standard soldier, the implication she might be something else set Wei Wuxian’s nerves on edge. 

 “I’d be an egomaniac to think you're an assassin.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, trying to disperse his nerves. “So what are you, a scout?”

“I’m a doctor,” The woman replied, her jaw setting stubbornly. 

“And I’m to believe a Wen doctor just happened to be wandering through the woods and found our camp?” Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow. 

“I heard you took an omega from a camp almost two months ago.” The woman replied. “His name is Wen Ning.” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flashed over to Zhong Delun, finding the man’s expression tightening at the sound of Wen Qionglin’s birth name. Wei Wuxian looked back to the woman with a harder eye. Where was she a month and a half ago when Wen Qionglin was being abused? Or has he only become important now that he was in the hands of the ‘enemy.’

“What do you want with him?” He questioned crossing his arms. 

“A-Ning is here?” The woman lit up. Wei Wuxian tried not to swear at his slip up. “Is he safe?” 

“No thanks to your people,” Wei Wuxian snapped back, unable to keep a snarl from his tone. He saw her eyes widen, her hands curling into the skirts of her robes. 

“Please, I’ll give you whatever you want for him. I brought maps, current battle formations, strategies, and a bit of gold.” She pleaded. 

“Wen Ning is not property to be traded,” Wei Wuxian's scent exploded through the tent, an angry flurry of burning peppercorns and cloves leading his scent. The woman inhaled sharply, and it was like Wei Wuxian could see the realization on her face. 

“I didn’t mean to,” She started only to stop herself. Her back straightened, a new glint forming in her eyes. “I have represented myself improperly.” Her hands rose in front of herself to give a formal salute. “My name is Wen Qing of the Dafan Wens branch. Wen Qionglin is my younger brother. I have been searching for him ever since my Uncle decided to send him to Yunmeng. When I heard the camp he was posted at was raided, I feared for the worse. My only intention is to bring my brother home safely.” 

“A-jie!” Wen Qionglin’s voice sounded. 

The boy followed after it, tripping through the side flape of their tent. Wei Wuxian watched as he fell into his sister’s arms, a sweet sap scent flowing out of him. The earthy scent of willow bark unfurled to meet it, the two blending in the perfect harmony of a family scent. His own mind drifted to the scents of lotus ponds and rain, of warm muggy summers. He turned his own head as he felt his own eyes water, trying not to join the waterworks that were already pouring from the two in front of him. 

“A-Ning, I was so worried.” He heard Wen Qing purr. “I’m never going to let Uncle separate us again.”  

“A-Jie,” Wen Qionglin’s soft mumble sounded in return. “I’m not going back.” Wei Wuxian eyebrows rose in surprise at the statement. 

“What?” Wen Qing sounded his own surprise. 

“A-Jie, they’re k-killing innocent people.” Wen Qionglin stammered through his words. “I-I can’t return to a country that c-condones it.” 

“We’re doctors,” Wen Qing shook her head. “We have nothing to do with that.” 

“I-I can’t sit by anymore,” Wen Qionglin shook his head. “I’m helping here.” 

“They’re making you work?” 

“No!” Wen Qionglin furiously shook his head. “Lord Wei made it clear I could stay on as just a c-companion, I c-chose to help.” 

“A companion?” Wen Qing’s scent spiked in terror. Wei Wuxian quickly waved off Zhong Delun’s move to draw his sword. 

“Not like that!” Wen Qionglin objected again. “Lord Wei already has someone.” 

“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian protested. Wen Qionglin looked at him, a nervous smile on his face. “I told you it’s not like that!” 

“You say his n-name an awful lot in your sleep.” 

“That’s not,” Wei Wuxian stammered, feeling his entire face red. Just because he dreamed of Lan Zhan the few times he was able to sleep didn’t mean anything. It was just them drinking  Emperor’s Smile or sitting on the docks of Lotus Pier! It wasn’t like he was some love struck moony eyed omega, those were perfectly acceptable things for friends to do! “We were just-” He tried again. 

He glared as Wen Qionglin laughed softly. He sent an even harsher glare to Zhong Delun who was struggling to keep a straight face. He wasn’t in love with Lan Zhan. He couldn’t be, because if he was and he left him-

 He pushed those thoughts from his mind.  

“You’ve made friends,” Wen Qing observed softly. Wei Wuxian’s gaze returned to Wen Qionglin just in time to see a small smile and a nod. He watched her take a deep breath as she reached out, a hand cupping the side of Wen Qionglin’s face. 

“Lord Wei is it?” Wen Qing sighed as she turned to him. 

“Wei Wuxian is fine,” Wei Wuxian waved the title off. “Wen Ning refuses to drop that stuffy title.” 

“Wei Wuxian,” Wen Qing corrected herself. “I would be willing to offer my services as a doctor.” 

“In exchange you get to stay by your brother’s side,” Wei Wuxian connected. “Of course, I have no way to ascertain your not planning on turning us into your, Uncle was it?” 

“I didn’t lie about the plans,” Wen Qing replied. “Check my medical bag, there’s a false bottom. I came alone, my camp commander doesn’t even know I left.” 

Wei Wuxian motioned for the bag and Zhong Delun held it out. Shifting through the medical supplies, he found the false bottom. He lifted it, pulling out a bundle of papers and scrolls. Handing the bag back to Zhong Delun, he held them up as he looked at Wen Qing. 

“They’re copies,” Wen Qing spoke up. “They don’t even know I have them.” 

“And I’m to believe a Camp Doctor magically got their hands on these?” 

“One that happens to be the niece of Emperor Ruohan and in the line of succession,” Wen Qing replied. “Although it would take a war to clear out the amount of people needed for me to succeed as Emperor, many still find the position desirable. As a result I get a certain amount of leeway.” 

“And if I were to tell you I beat Wen Chao to death?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “That I kicked him to a bloody pulp with my own feet, what then?” 

“I’m certain he deserved it,” Wen Qing replied without blinking. “Emperor Wen might be my uncle, but we are part of the Dafan Wen Branch. There is no love loss between our branches. Wen Chao was particularly nasty.” 

“Hm,” Wei Wuxian hummed. He couldn’t see any tell of a lie in Wen Qing’s face. His glance shifted over to Wen Qionglin, a nervous hope on his face. He looked up to Zhong Delun, raising an eyebrow. 

“We could use a doctor,” Zhong Delun spoke. “And it’ll make him happy.” 

“And a happy A-Ning is a happy camp,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “Alright,” He sighed, looking at the two siblings. “She can stay, but if she turns against us-” 

“She won’t!” Wen Qionglin interjected. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile at the confidence in Wen Qionglin, the same confidence he’d used to defend Jiang Wanyin. 

“Well, Doctor Wen,” Wei Wuxian turned his gaze to Wen Qing. “Your first orders are to help us pack up camp. Zhong Delun, keep an eye on her.” 

“Of course, sir.” 

“Ugh, I don’t know which is worse. Lord Wei or Sir,” He wrinkled his nose in Wen Qionglin’s direction. It earned a snicker from the boy. Wei Wuxian grinned, he had wondered if the boy would ever laugh again when he first arrived. He knew he was far from healed, but it was a good sound to hear. “Alright, we have work to do!” 

Wei Wuxian and Wen Qionglin made quick work of breaking their own tent down. Wen Qing tried to help, but ultimately needed Wen Qionglin to guide her through some of the process. It was clear to Wei Wuxian she wasn’t expected to do anything of this sort in her old position, but she didn’t complain along the way. 

Her arrival pushing their camp move earlier did little to aid her attempts to settle into the camp. The others circled her like a dangerous tiger that would strike at any moment. Granted, in their defense, she could. It was her connection to Wen Qionglin that helped soften their opinion, but still all Wei Wuxian could do was hold his breath and wait.

Like all good ideas, this one didn’t take long to bite him in the ass. 

Wei Wuxian winced as stopped, seeing the glow of their campfires in the distance. He leaned against a tree, biting his lower lip as he peeled back his robes. He swore as he saw the jagged stab wound in his side had yet to stop trickling blood. Unfortunate, since it implied the wound was deeper than he thought it was. He worked some of his saliva into the wound, biting his lip to keep himself from making any noise as he did. 

He took a deep breath as he tightly tied his robes back together, making sure his belt was keeping pressure on the wound. He let his head fall back against the tree, blinking away the water in his eyes. Only once he’d recovered his composure did he push off from the tree, making the rest of the limp back to the camp. 

His own tent was in sight before someone noticed him. 

“Lord Wei!” Wen Qionglin called out in greeting. 

Wei Wuxian grit his teeth as he turned, putting a smile on and raising the hand on his uninjured side in greeting. When he caught sight of the campfire, he realized he’d timed his return a bit too late. Wen Qionglin was already serving up the stew for their evening dinner, meaning there was a crowd gathered around it. 

“Zhong Delun was just about to send a search party out!” Cao Yu spoke up. “You look a little bloody for a scouting mission.” 

“Well, you can’t win them all,” Wei Wuxian laughed, only to realize it sent a stabbing pain through his side. “Tangled with a few soldiers in town.” He offered a simple explanation. “Nothing serious.” 

“Are you sure?” Wen Qionglin questioned, worry was evident on his face. 

“I’m fine,” He lied. 

“We can send someone else to do scouting missions,” Cao Yu spoke up, a ripple of agreement sounding off through the crowd. Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth at having this conversation, again, in public. 

“We both know I raise the least suspicion,” Wei Wuxian stood firm. They’d already encountered Wen recruitment drives in towns closer to Qishan. In other towns the entire beta and alpha population between eighteen and thirty-five was depleted, the men either already in the army, conscripted or had willingly left to join a side. The last thing he needed was for one of his men to tip off the Wens. “A change of robes and I’ll be good as new.” 

“Really?” Wen Qing’s voice sounded from behind him. It made him jump, nearly making him audibly hiss from the pain. 

“Really,” Wei Wuxian lied. The last thing he needed was for Wen Qing to actually get a look at his body. He’d been wounded on their raids, it was unavoidable. He’d always slunk off to his tent to tend to them himself, hiding it from his men. He had already noticed the protective nature towards him and Wen Qionglin. The last thing he needed was to get worse when he was hurt. Which, truth be told, was a lot. He’d never get anything done. 

As quick as lightning Wen Qing’s hand reached out, pushing lightly into Wei Wuxian’s injured side. This time he wasn’t able to keep from reacting, a low hiss of pain escaping as he doubled over. Wen Qing’s hand pulled back, the alpha looking down un-amusedly at the red now staining it. 

“Lord Wei! Sir!” A chorus of exclamations went up from around the campfire. 

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian tried to wave them off, only to sway slightly. He dug in, straightening himself. 

“In my professional opinion, you’ve been injured.” Wen Qing offered humorlessly.

“It’s not serious, it’s already stopped bleeding,” He waved her off. It was only a small lie, he had certainly hoped it had stopped bleeding. Then again, the black dots he was seeing weren't confidence building. “Just some sleep and I’ll be fine.”

His brow furrowed as Wen Qing began to fade, a ringing coming into his ears. His mouth suddenly felt cottony as he tried to talk. The sound of muffled yells was the last thing he recalled. 

He woke up smothered in warmth. His eyes flickered open, an odd canvas roof above him. Blankets were piled around him, a few covering his body. He swore he felt like he was moving.  The pain in his side had dulled to something that was nearly nonexistent. He tugged open his inner robe, seeing a plethora of bandages criss crossing his torso. He peeled a few back, seeing his most recent haphazard patch jobs replaced with neat lines of stitches. 

He sighed as he fell back into the ridiculous amount of blankets. 

“Lord Wei?” Wen Qionglin’s voice sounded. 

“Here,” He groaned in reply. Wen Qionglin’s face came swimming into view. “Why am I being buried to death in blankets?” 

“A wound was infected on top of your most recent one.” Wen Qionglin replied. “You had the chills, and everyone got worried.” 

“I figured this ridiculous nest was easier than dealing with a crowd of worried alphas,” Wen Qing came into his sight. “Think of it as punishment for trying to hide this.” She added leaning over the blankets to tug back the bandage over the stab wound. “You are healing well.” 

“How long have I been out?” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“Four days,” Wen Qing replied. 

“Shit, we missed the supply train,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he lurched to get up.

“Zhong Delun was able to lead an attack on it,” Wen Qionglin chirped, lightly pushing him back down. 

“Then we need to move camp,” Wei Wuxian shifted to get up again. Instead, he got the firm hand of Wen Qing guiding him back down. 

“Already being done,” Wen Qing replied. “Or did you not notice you're in a cart?” 

“I just assumed it was my brain being weird,” Wei Wuxian groaned. “Where did we get a covered cart?” He realized. 

“Supply train,” Wen Qionglin replied with a smile. “Wen Qing suggested we take one to help m-move the injured. In this case, you.” 

“And they did it?” Wei Wuxian looked at Wen Qing. His men had been less than eager to fulfill her request before. 

“The wonders of saving their savior from his own stupidity.” Wen Qing replied. “Where did you learn to suture? A drunk cat could do better.” 

“I never took to my embroidery lessons,” Wei Wuxian said in reply, a hand coming up to stifle a yawn. He’d just woken up but still wanted to curl back up and go to sleep. 

“Go back to sleep,” Wen Qing replied. 

“No, bring me my papers,” Wei Wuxian moved to sit up. “I should plot out our next plan.” 

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Wen Qing replied while drawing a needle from her sleeve. Wei Wuxian flinched. 

“We have everything handled for the moment,” Wen Qionglin stepped in. “You can’t help anyone if you're dead, especially your Lan Zhan.” He pulled the frayed white ribbon out of his robes, and handed it back to him. 

“Low blow,” Wei Wuxian glared at him, his hand darting out to take the ribbon from him. Still it was enough to get him to fall back into his blankets. Winding the ribbon around his wrist as he curled up, only the faintest scent of sandalwood accompanying him to sleep. 

He woke up when the cart swayed to a stop. He peered up over his blankets, finding Wen Qing and Wen Qionglin asleep as they leaned on each other. Wei Wuxian managed to crawl out of the fort of blankets, moving to get off the cart just as Zhong Delun approached. 

“Lord Wei you're awake!” He breathed in relief. “Has Doctor Wen given her okay for you to be moving about?” 

“She did not,” Wen Qing’s slightly groggy voice sounded from behind them. 

“I thought I’d lend a hand setting up camp,” Wei Wuxian offered in reply, ignoring the doctor behind him. 

“You should not be lifting anything heavy,” Wen Qing moved forward. “Or running about in your underclothes,” She added, tossing a robe in his direction. She slid past him to get to the ground, Wen Qionglin close behind. 

“I want to do something,” Wei Wuxian shot back at her as he pulled on his robe. 

“Once your tent is set up you can do something that involves you sitting and not moving around,” Wen Qing replied. 

“It’s already being pitched,” Zhong Delun offered. “I’ll have someone come get you when it’s done. Everyone will be happy to hear you're awake.” 

“It’s not like I was dying,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“You were,” Wen Qing huffed. “Which is why you’ll be checking in with me after you return from every mission from now on.” She crossed her arms. Wei Wuxian made a face. 

“Lord Wei, if I may.” Zhong Delun spoke up. “You’re our leader, you are no good to us dead.” 

“You seemed to have done fine without me,” Wei Wuxian glanced about, seeing the camp in the process of being set up. 

“No one here has your strategic mind,” Zhong Delun shook his head. “We could continue on with the plans we’ve come up with, but the Wens would catch on to us eventually.” 

“You’re more important than you think,” Wen Qionglin spoke softly from beside him. 

“So, in order to make sure you take better care of yourself,” Wen Qing added. “I have been elected to make sure you do. I have needles and I will not hesitate to use them.” 

“Point taken,” Wei Wuxian gulped. He supposed it was the price he’d pay to have a real doctor for their rag tag group.

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Wei Wuxian hoisted the sack on his shoulder a bit higher, the weight of its contents working against him. He tried to think positively, the fact that they actively needed to buy supplies to compensate for their bigger group was a good thing. At the same time, the sack was like a physical reminder about how big they were getting and all the problems that came with it. 

He hated to cap their size, since their prison camp raid had shown how effective they could be at a larger size. However, their camp had swelled to a size that was getting harder and harder to hide. They even had a donkey now! It left breaking down into smaller camps, which meant figuring out communication and leadership. Something he had little to no experience with. He and Jiang Wanyin were taught how to lead an army, not how to operate small guerrilla forces behind enemy lines. 

It was the sound of clashing steel that stopped him from even trying to think where to start. He shrugged the sack off his shoulder, careful not to let it make any sound. He secured it under a bush, and slunk forward. 

It didn’t take long for him to find the fight. His eyes quickly picked up the Wen colors, but they were quickly drawn away by the pair they were fighting. They swirled around each other in perfect harmony, a storm of black and white robes. Their blades striking with purpose, cleaving through the Wen soldiers. The only thing that was slowing them down was the group of refugees they were protecting. 

Wei Wuxian pulled his throwing knife out of his boot, throwing it with deadly precision as he joined the fight. He barely deflected a blade as a soldier turned at him, but luck was on his side. A sword slashing right through the soldier's neck before he could strike at Wei Wuxian again. It gave him the opportunity to take the blade, spinning as he grabbed it. He used the momentum to slash through the soldier nearest him. Together, they made quick work of the Wen Patrol. 

“Is everyone alright?” The man in white spoke, turning his attention to the refugees that were still in the area. Wei Wuxian wiped his knife off on a fallen soldier, letting his borrowed blade join the bodies. “Oh dear,” The tone of voice drew Wei Wuxian’s attention. 

He looked over, seeing the man in white examining a large bleeding gash on an elderly woman’s leg. Wei Wuxian had learned quickly in his short time raiding, the woman didn’t have long to get to a doctor. 

“I know a doctor nearby, we can turn the cart top into a stretcher.” Wei Wuxian said. Both of the men’s attention turned to him. “Keep pressure on the wound, I’ll need to get my things.” 

When he returned, the pair of men had the woman on a makeshift stretcher. A young girl remained at her side, her hands wrapped around a cloth on the woman’s leg. He dug into the sack, pulling out a section of cloth to use as a tourniquet. He quickly wrapped it around the woman’s leg like Wen Qing had shown him. 

“We’ll have to move fast,” Wei Wuxian nodded to the two men when he’d finished. He hoisted the sack over his shoulder before he led the way off. 

“Wen Qing!” He called the moment they’d got into camp. 

“Lord Wei!” Cao Yu came running. “What happened?” 

“Wen Patrol on the road,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Clean it up, hopefully we can keep it under wraps until after our plans for tomorrow. Wen Qing!” He called again. 

“On her way,” Wen Qionglin breathed as he came jogging up. His attention went straight to the stretcher. His hands moved to check the tourniquet. “Let’s get her into a t-tent,” He nodded to the pair of men. “We’re going to need some of t-those supplies you just bought.” He called back as they moved off.  

“Right,” Wei Wuxian heaved the sack of his shoulder. He dug through it, producing all the medical supplies. “Everything you should want should be in here,” He passed the sack off to Cao Yu. 

He hurried after Wen Qionglin with the supplies in his arms encountering Wen Qing along the way. Her hands immediately went to some of the supplies, her eyes narrowing as she examined them. 

“What happened?” She questioned as she did. 

“Wen Patrol went after some refugees,” Wei Wuxian replied. “A woman got hit pretty badly in the leg. Wen Ning went with her to get set up. Are the supplies okay? It was all they had in town.” 

“They’re serviceable,” Wen Qing replied, glancing over at them. They ducked through the flap of the tent they dedicated as their infirmary. “Let’s see what we have.”

Wen Qing beelined for the makeshift table Wen Qionglin had the woman set up on. The young woman who’d come with them still held the woman’s hand, while the two men were lingering on the edge of the tent. The look of not knowing what to do was clear on their faces. 

“Wen Ning, where do you want these?” Wei Wuxian questioned holding up the supplies on his arm. 

“Table over there,” He nodded quickly to it, his attention quickly returning back to helping his sister. Wei Wuxian hurried over, laying out the supplies clearly on the makeshift table. He wasn’t going to pretend to understand the Wen sibling’s organizational system, so it was the most he could do. 

“You two, out!” Wen Qing barked at the two men as she crossed, pulling a partition to separate her workspace from the rest of the tent. Both men were quick to get out of her way. 

“Are both of you unharmed?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he followed them. 

“Zichen has a cut,” The one in white spoke. “I can take care of it if you’d lend us some supplies.” 

“Of course, go ahead and use one of the empty cots,” He nodded. Thankfully it had been almost a week since their last raid, and there hadn’t been many significant wounds. Leaving this tent largely empty. “Do you think it’ll need stitches?” He questioned as he crossed to where he knew some of the basic medical supplies were kept. 

“I believe so,” The man in white replied. Wei Wuxian gathered what he’d need, turning back to the pair only to stutter to a stop. 

The man in black had already  shrugged out of the top of his robes, showing off the large gash across his chest. That wasn’t what made Wei Wuxian pause, he’d seen dozens of naked betas and alphas since they’d started their raids. No, what made him pause was the man in white. Who had crouched down in front of him, his mouth carefully cleaning the wound. His eyes flickered to the man in black’s neck, seeing a large mating bite. 

“Thank you,” The man in white stood, moving to take the supplies from Wei Wuxian. His eyes flickered to the man’s neck, seeing the top of a mating bite peeking out from over the collar of his robes. 

“No problem,” Wei Wuxian shook himself out of his staring, realizing how incredibly rude it was. He’d heard of mated alphas before, he’d just never seen a pair in real life. “I hope it makes what I’m about to say a bit easier.” 

He got two very concerned looks in his direction. 

“We’re planning to move on to a nearby Wen camp tomorrow,” Wei Wuxian crossed his arms. “We can’t risk you two being spies, so we’ll be holding you here until we break camp after the attack.” 

“We aren’t spies,” The man in white protested, only to be followed by a chuckle. “I suppose that’s exactly what a spy would say.” 

“I apologize for the inconvenience, but the safety of my men comes first.” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I promise no harm will come to either of you while you're here.” 

“Your men?” The men in white questioned as he tended to his mates wounds. “Are you part of one of the armies?” 

Wei Wuxian eyed the two men, an internal debate on how much he should reveal to them. In the right hands, even information on his men’s backgrounds could be useful. In the past he would have talked the pair's ear off, but now every move he made had to be carefully considered. 

“What about you two?” Wei Wuxian turned the question back on them. “That was some impressive fighting I saw, you have to have been formally trained.” 

“We have,” The man in white smiled while he worked. “Zichen grew up in Baixue Temple, while I trained under a reclusive master. We met shortly after we left their care. When we discovered we both had a desire to travel and help those in need well,” The man in white paused, smiling softly up at the man in black. “The rest was history.” 

“My parents lived the same way,” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile. 

“Lord Wei,” Their conversation was interrupted by Zhong Delun entering the tent. “We have a problem.” His face was tight with concern. 

“The Wens know,” Wei Wuxian jumped to the conclusion. Zhong Delun gave him a nod. 

“We have reports that they are searching the forest,” Zhong Delun explained. Wei Wuxian swore as he reached up to rub his nose. They didn’t have time to break down camp, it was either get discovered or -

“Get everyone ready, we’ll have to strike tonight,” He ordered. “They’ll be sweeping from the west, so position a few men in that direction to see if we can catch their scouts to keep the camp from being discovered.” 

“We’d be glad to lend a hand,” The man in white stood. “Both of us are still in good fighting condition. I believe we both agree the Wens need to be removed from Yunmeng.” 

“And you are?” Zhong Delun questioned. The threat of the on coming Wens meant all attempts at niceties had gone. 

“Xiao Xingchen,” The man in white saluted. “This is my mate Song Zichen.” 

“I found them fighting the Wens to protect some refugees.” Wei Wuxian explained. “We brought back an elderly woman who was injured. I wasn’t going to let them go until we broke camp.” 

“We could use every extra hand we can get,” Zhong Delun sighed. “They’ll be suspicious of anyone, our normal rouses won’t work. We’ll have to attack head on.” The fact they’d never successfully taken a camp that way hung between them. 

“If you’re willing to throw your lot in with ours, we’ll take you.” Wei Wuxian turned to the pair. “Here’s hoping we all make it through the night.” 

Surprisingly, as the sun rose they had taken the Wen camp. 

“We did it,” Wei Wuxian breathed. His chest heaved as he looked out over what remained of the Wen camp, his hands bracket on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. They’d never had to fight this hard before, yet here they were. They’d taken out a camp twice their size. 

“Lord Wei,” Zhong Delun’s voice called out as he made his way over. Wei Wuxian pushed himself off his knees, straightening up. 

“How many did we lose?” 

“Unclear at the moment,” Zhong Delun replied. “We’re gathering the injured and getting them back to camp.”

“The Wens that were out canvasing the forest?” 

“Either joined the fight or ran off into the woods,” Zhong Delun replied. 

“Let’s get moving then,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Did the command tent survive?” 

“Went up in flames,” Zhong Delun shook his head. “There were a number of prisoners.” 

“I’ll go give the speech then shall I?” Wei Wuxian smiled, trying to keep the exhaustion out of it. He pat Zhong Delun on the arm as he moved off. 

“You all have your freedom again,” Wei Wuxian launched into the speech. “If you’re interested in striking back at the Wens, we have a camp a few li from here.” 

He ran through the whole speech, glad to see a number of men limping off in the direction of his own men. He impaled the sword he’d stolen into the ground, starting his own limp back to their camp. 

“Lord Wei, was it?” Xiao Xingchen’s voice sounded. 

“Wei Wuxian is fine,” Wei Wuxian replied from habit. “Thank you for your help,” He nodded to the pair. 

“Your offer of recruitment,” Xiao Xingchen smiled. “Is it only open to the men you saved here today?” 

“Are you thinking about joining us?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“After seeing what you’ve managed to pull off,” Xiao Xingchen looked around. “We decided our efforts against the Wens might be more successful as part of a group.” 

“We’re happy to have you aboard,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Of course, if you turn out to be spies we will kill you.” 

“Understood,” Xiao Xingchen nodded. 

“He sounds like your master,” Song Zichen spoke softly. It pulled a small chuckle from Xiao Xingchen. 

“Your reclusive master?” Wei Wuxian questioned as they started walking. 

“Baoshan Sanren is known for her eccentricities,” Xiao Xingchen replied with a nod of his head. The name brought Wei Wuxian to a stop, looking at the alpha in surprise. 

“Baoshan Sanren is your master?” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

“Have you heard of her?” Xiao Xingchen questioned with a small smile. 

“She trained my mother,” Wei Wuxian replied. He felt a thousand different questions go flying through his mind. “Cangse Sanren, did you know her?” 

“I’m afraid she had already left the mountain by the time I arrived,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “But she was spoken highly of by everyone there, including my master.” 

“This is unbelievable,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “I have so many questions.” 

“Then it’s a good thing we have the foreseeable future to answer them,” Xiao Xingchen smiled. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile back. 

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Sore muscles, dozens of cuts and bruises littering his body. 

The coppery taste of blood in his mouth, the scent clogging his nose. 

The empty void in his chest matched the void in his memory.

It felt a lot like being lost in the woods, which Wei Wuxian currently was. They were all the new normal Wei Wuxian had begun to associate with his heats, along with the sticky feeling of blood in all levels of dryness across his body. At least this time he’d managed to keep a robe, albeit it was now well beyond repair. He cinched the tatters around him, limping off through the woods. 

He wondered how much progress he’d made this time. It had only taken a few heats to realize that his ‘rampages’ weren’t confined to Yiling. He’d considered his choices, either spend a week in an isolated tent defenseless or kill a bunch of Wens. It had been relatively easy to choose. 

It was the execution that was difficult. His rampage would go on for the same time as one of his heats, three or four days. He’d go after anything his mind saw as a threat, which in that state was any unbonded alpha. Luckily, the Wen army was filled with those. So, they’d stake out supply chains or a chain of camps. Wei Wuxian started at one camp, and worked his way down the chain. They didn’t have enough men to keep the progress he made, but at least it inconvenienced the Wens. Then there was the fact he didn’t really remember what he did in his heats, including where he was. 

Wei Wuxian stumbled over a root, the muscles in his leg locking up. He hit the ground with a grunt, his nose filling with dirt. He let his eyes close for a moment, an exhausted sigh escaping from him. 

He needed to get up, Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen would be waiting for him. They’d found since they were a bonded pair, they didn’t trigger a violent response from Wei Wuxian. They’d become his heat rampage ‘support team’, following behind his carnage waiting for Wei Wuxian’s heat to peter out. Usually they had some soup and a change of fresh clothes for him, helping him take steps to feel more human before they headed back to the rest.

Go back to planning and raiding, back to worrying about having enough supplies to support his men. A seemingly endless cycle of needs, all needing his attention. He was beginning to understand why Empress Yu had been crabby all the time, and Wei Wuxian was trying to feed and care for a mere fraction of what Empress Yu did. 

And it was so easy to let his eyes drift closed. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian groggily groaned back, burying his face further into whatever his head was pillowed on. 

“Wei Ying,” The voice repeated, this time softer and touched with affection. Wei Wuxian felt a hand softly carding through his hair shortly after. He let out a hum of approval as he arched into the feeling. “Where are you?” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttered open at that, bright sunlight making him squint. After a moment his eyes adjusted, the familiar landscape of Lotus Pier’s lake swimming into view. The lotus were just starting to bud, too early for pod picking. 

“Lotus Pier, silly.” Wei Wuxian replied, grinning up at the face in shadow above him. The softest glint of a pair of gold eyes meeting him. “Do you think we named it at random?” He teased. “Too early for us to go lotus pod picking though,” He sighed letting his eyes fall back shut. “We’ll just have to wait.” 

“Of course.” There was a pause. “What should we do?” 

“Other than taking a delightful nap?” Wei Wuxian sighed as he rolled over, so he could look up from Lan Zhan’s lap without craning his neck. 

“Mn.” 

“Lan Zhan! We don’t have to do anything,” Wei Wuxian pouted as he stretched out. He let out a huff as he felt soreness in his neck, his hand falling to rub at it. He let out a hum as Lan Zhan’s hands hesitantly moved towards it, letting his own hand drop to give Lan Wangji’s hand room. 

“I already spend so much time doing things,” He huffed into Lan Zhan’s lap. “It seems like something always needs my attention, which is fine! I knew running a guerilla group was going to be hard. But between that and the nightmares,” He broke off into a moan as Lan Zhan’s finger’s hit a bundle of nerves. “I’m a little exhausted.” He sighed as he went boneless as Lan Zhan’s fingers continued to massage his neck. 

“Sleep,” Lan Zhan murmured. 

“I thought you wanted to do something,” Wei Wuxian teased, although he made no move to open his eyes. 

“I’ll be here when you wake.” 

“You won’t,” Wei Wuxian muttered bitterly into Lan Zhan’s lap. “This is just a dream.” 

“Wei Yin-” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttered open as he heard Lan Zhan be cut off, his brow furrowing as he found himself in his cot. The frayed white ribbon laid out on the pillow next to his head, his fingers having wound their way around it in his sleep. A hand came up to rub his eyes, whipping away the crust in them. He shifted, recognizing he was in his tent. 

Hadn’t he been on a heat rampage? 

The moment he moved, he confirmed the thought. His whole body aching. Yet he was clean of blood, he was even in a clean inner robe. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, grabbing for his boots only for his hand to grasp at nothing. He glared at the spot where his boots should be, now knowing who was plotting against him. 

“Wen Ning?” He called, his voice cracking from disuse. He wrapped the ribbon around his wrist as he debated getting out of bed. There was a brazier going, so in theory the ground wouldn’t be too cold. But why risk it? Once his feet got cold there would be no getting warm again. 

And Wei Wuxian hated being cold. 

He’d had enough of it for a lifetime in his childhood. A fact he’d divulged to Wen Qionglin, in private , when his nightmares hadn’t been of the cell in Yiling but of life on the street. The little monster had gone and used it as a method to keep him bound to his bed, stealing his socks and shoes while Wei Wuxian slept. Granted, the boy usually piled extra blankets on Wei Wuxian’s feet to make up for it, but that wasn’t the point. 

“You're awake!” Wen Qionglin’s voice rang through the tent. Wei Wuxian’s eyes moved away from glaring at the spot his boots should have been over to Wen Qionglin. “A-jie,” He shifted to the flaps of their tents to call out. 

“What happened?” He questioned when Wen Qing entered their tent. 

“If I were to wager a guess,” Wen Qing replied as her hands came up, pulling down one of Wei Wuxian’s eye sockets to examine the white of his eyes. 

“We’re guessing now?” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Real reassuring.” 

“Your heats are a medical anomaly,” Wen Qing shot back. “If I could study them, or if you could actually remember something to tell me, maybe I could come up with something more solid.” 

Wei Wuxian felt a flash of guilt. Although the heats were a concerning impact on his own health, he knew Wen Qing’s interest went beyond Wei Wuxian. If she was able to figure out why his heats had shifted, she might be able to do something similar for Wen Qionglin. Letting him rampage was out of the question, but she might be able to shift it to something less sexual. Unfortunately even his first heat was a blur, the last thing he remembered was kissing Lan Zhan goodbye. 

“I was t-thinking,” Wen Qionglin spoke up. “You can’t witness them first hand, so why not ask Xiao Xingchen or Song Zichen?” 

“Too risky,” Wei Wuxian interjected. “I don’t seek them out due to their bond, but if they are where the Wens are there’s no guarantee I won’t go after them. I go after betas after all.” 

“Betas who join the f-fight to protect their camp,” Wen Qionglin interjected. “If they can stay peacefully out of the way, they could ob-bserve. Like you said, you don’t seek them out.” 

“Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen are cautious,” Wen Qing added. Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“If they wish to risk their lives, talk it over with them.” He gave in. “Where are my boots?” 

“Hidden,” Wen Qing leveled back at him. “Until you recovered.” 

“Recovered from what?” Wei Wuxian groaned. 

“You had some bad cuts, nothing life threatening but enough to lower your system.” Wen Qing hummed. “And we think you hadn’t eaten enough prior to your heat. Together, they knocked you out pretty solidly. There’s nothing we can do about the cuts, but we can do something about the food. I’ve left instructions with Cao Yu to arrange larger rations before your heats, with a focus on meat. Failing to get that, nuts.” 

“Can I have my boots back now?” 

“Not until you finish two bowls of soup,” Wen Qing shot back. “Which A-Ning will go get for you. No work either, rest.” She reached out to flick his forehead. 

“I thought doctors were supposed to be nice,” Wei Wuxian whined as his hand flew where she’d flicked him. 

“After dealing with you, even Buddha would be harsh.”  

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The Yiling Laozu. Wei Wuxian had thought it was a joke the first time he heard it. He had heard it mentioned in passing, for the first time, when he’d ducked into town for information. The second time was picking up medical supplies for Wen Qing. It wasn’t until the third time that he pressed a shopkeeper for details, and ended up quickly getting the whole store's input. 

“It’s a demon! With skin and robes as red as blood!” A man with wide eyes had leaned in to tell him. 

“His teeth are sharp enough to cut through steel!” A child piped up. 

“Teeth that will be biting off your nose if we don’t get home,” The child’s mother chided them as she hurried them out of the store. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to laugh. 

“Please, everyone knows he prefers to bite out men’s necks.” The wide eyed man snorted. “You can tell he’s coming by the scent of peppercorns on the wind, so hot they burn your nose off.” 

“I want to know how to protect my family from it!” An elderly alpha slapped the store counter. “They so no one’s seen the demon and lived to tell about it!” 

“Then how come we have so many details?” Wei Wuxian was unable to keep himself from asking, a playful smile on his lips. There was a round of grumbling from the story tellers. 

“Someone saw him at a distance,” The wide eyed man decided. “He got away because the demon mistook him as one of their own! His cart was filled with chilis and peppercorns.” 

“So carrying spicy food will protect you?” Wei Wuxian barked with laughter. “Strangest demon I’ve ever heard of.”

“Here’s everything you asked for,” The shopkeeper interrupted their conversation as he dropped a sack onto the counter.

 Wei Wuxian tugged it open, looking over the supplies within. He ran through the mental checklist, nodding to the shopkeeper once everything was accounted for. They haggled on the price, and with some minimum eye batting Wei Wuxian got a good deal. 

“Youngblood,” The old man called as Wei Wuxian moved to leave. Wei Wuxian turned, his hand reflexively coming up to catch the small sack thrown at him. It hit with an explosion of mouthwatering scents; chilis, peppercorn and turmeric. “See which one of us is laughing when that saves your life.” 

“Sure thing Uncle,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he headed out.

 He hefted the sack over his shoulder as he buried his nose into the sack of spices. A good tale to tell around the campfire and spices, on the same day? He’d hit gold! He’d barely managed to keep it to himself throughout the day. He practically bounded to their cooking fires as it came time for the evening meal. 

“Lord Wei, this is a surprise!” Cao Yu smiled when he saw him. Wen Qionglin was nearby, working on one of the several pots it now took to feed their camp. 

“A wonderful old man gave me this today!” Wei Wuxian grinned as he held out the sachet of spices. “I thought we could spice up the meal tonight.” 

“Ah,” Cao Yu’s eyes widened. “Perhaps we should save it, we’ve got chicken from our recent raid. These could be best used when the soup starts running thin.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian’s gaze fell to the sachet. He should have thought about that, he supposed he was still learning on how to think about all aspects of running this troop. “That makes sense,” He smiled.  

“We could make one pot of it tonight,” Wen Qionglin stepped in. 

“No, Cao Yu’s right.” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “It'll be best to save it for when we're back to just having cabbage soup.” 

“I know how much you like spicy food,” Wen Qionglin pressed. 

“Of which I’ll get more than my fill off when this war is over,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Just make sure you keep those spices safe until we use them.” He winked. 

“Will do, sir.” Cao Yu smiled. “Stew will be up in a bit.” 

“Can’t wait,” Wei Wuxian nodded as he moved off. At least he still had his tale to tell around the campfire. He didn’t have long to wait. 

“You won’t believe the rumors I heard in town,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he stretched out next to the fire. A bowl of chicken stew in his lap. 

For the first time in recent months, they’d all gathered back together. The Wen siblings were sharing a log, Zhong Delun and Cao Yu were across the fire on the ground from Wei Wuxian, and Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen on their own log to Wei Wuxian’s left. As their numbers grew, Wei Wuxian had decided to split up the camps. Zhong Delun and Cao Yu were in charge of one, and Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen in charge of the other. Wei Wuxian and the Wens bounced back and forth between the two camps as they were needed. 

As a result, they’d been hitting the Wens hard and it was beginning to show. Before, they were simply written off as desperate villagers resorting to stealing from the army. Now, the Wens were starting to piece together they were something more. The hit on the transit camp had been their first clue, now Wei Wuxian was seeing inquiries about their raids appear in command tents. Wei Wuxian only hoped they could make a bigger move before the Wens put all the pieces together.  But that was for another night’s discussion. 

Now was a time for levity, and Wei Wuxian had a rapt audience. 

 “Apparently there’s a demon afoot,” He threw his voice into one that sounded a bit spooky. “A blood red demon terrorizing the countryside, leaving a trail of corpses with their throats torn out. They call it the Yiling Laozu, and they think keeping chili or spices in your pockets will keep it at bay.” 

He managed to maintain the spooky voice for a whole minute before he was laughing. Only to realize no one else was laughing. He glanced around, noticing the looks of concern on the faces around the fire. It was enough to kill his laughter. 

“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?” 

“Sir,” Cao Yu cleared his throat. His nervousness made his face look even younger. “We all thought you knew.” 

“Knew what?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “About this ridiculous legend?” 

“The Yiling Laozu,” Cao Yu nervously started, his gaze shifting away from Wei Wuxian to the others around the campfire. 

“It’s you,” Wen Qing cut in with a sigh. Wei Wuxian would have laughed if it wasn’t for the incredibly serious looks on each of their faces. 

“Me?” He repeated. “I’m not a demon.” 

“You can look rather like one,” Song Zichen replied softly. 

“That’s what we thought the first time we saw you with your eyes all blown out and blood streaming down your front.” Xiao Xingchen finished his mate's thought. “But to someone who does not know better, I can see how easily the jump could be made.” 

“Bite out their throats,” Wei Wuxian murmured as he felt the pieces click into place. “My heat rampages?” 

“Are fucking terrifying,” Zhong Delun spoke up. “If you don’t mind me saying, sir.”

“I mean, I guess I figured.” Wei Wuxian muttered as he swirled his stew with his spoon. 

It hadn’t taken long for him to realize his heat rampage at Yiling was not a one time only kind of deal. In the end he had two choices, break off from the camp and spend a week in pain in an isolated tent or spend the time tearing through Wens. It wasn’t like he planned to rip throats out on his heat rampages, but it was like some weird compensation for him not having a mate. 

“But a demon?” 

“Demons have been known to be terrifyingly beautiful,” Wen Qionglin said. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at him. 

“Explain the chilis and spices then!” 

“The actual legend says the demon leaves a trail of spiced scent in his wake,” Wen Qing rolled her eyes. “I don’t know where you got the appeasement part.” 

“Wishful thinking,” Cao Yu huffed. “You don’t see what he orders when we eat in town on recon. I doubt a demon could survive eating that much spice.” 

“Just because you lack a refined palette,” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Refined palette my ass!” Cao Yu huffed with laughter. “I had to get Doctor Wen to treat me for burns in my mouth. I bet you would have used that entire sachet of spices in one pot!” 

“My shijie can eat more spice than you,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Do you think if we spread that appeasement thing, the Wen troops will start carrying chili oil?” 

“You’re going to try even if I say no,” Wen Qing rolled her eyes. 

“Men, next time you’re in town spread that like wildfire.” Wei Wuxian cackled. “Yiling Laozu,” He chuckled to himself. “Doesn’t have a bad ring to it.” 

“You do look good in red,” Wen Qionglin spoke up. Wei Wuxian stared at him for a moment, before a wide grin spread over his face. 

“That’s the face of a man with a plan,” Zhong Delun sighed, as if resigning himself to his fate. 

“I think I have a perfect way to break the Wen’s morale,” Wei Wuxian replied as he stretched out. “I’m just going to pick up some red robes the next time we’re in town.” 

If they wanted a demon, Wei Wuxian would give them one. 

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The birth of the Yiling Laozu was just the boost they needed. The tale changed, of course. Instead of a demon tearing through the countryside killing whoever he met, it became a demon with a taste for Wen troops. Their group swelled in size, the men rallying behind the Yiling Laozu. 

“We’re having a hard time surviving with what we’re taking from the Wens,” Cao Yu sighed. “If we get any bigger we’d have to figure out some form of supply lines, which takes money.” 

“Money needed for medical supplies,” Wen Qing cut in. “We barely have enough as is, but now I’m having to patch up idiots who’ve injured themselves fighting to pass the time!” 

“Some of the new recruits are already asking about wages as well,” Xiao Xingchen sighed. 

“I’d say kick them out,” Zhong Delun huffed. “They’ve only signed up for glory, they’ll abandon us at the first sign of trouble.” 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he stared at the map in front of him. His advisors weren’t telling him anything new. What had started as five men now numbered close to one hundred, if not more. Both of their camps were getting too large, Wei Wuxian would have considered creating a third group but there was no one he trusted well enough to lead the third. Not that the less than dedicated recruits they’d been picking up would actually follow. 

They had finally gotten confirmation there were armies putting up a fight in the east. There were three fronts, Chongyang, Hejian and Langya. They’d found orders in the camp they just raided, telling the captain to lock down the area so they could join the heavy fighting at Chongyang. The only downside was that Wei Wuxian had no idea who was leading the opposing forces. He’d sent Jiang Wanyin to Lanling, but if he knew his brother he’d be stationed at the front closest to Lotus Pier. 

Which led to the conundrum. If the forces at Chongyang were led by Jiang Wanyin, his men would be welcomed with open arms. They’d be incorporated into the Yunmeng army, thus solving their issues with funding and supplies. However, there was a chance Jiang Wanyin had just been made a general in another Kingdom’s army. He might be able to put in a good word for them, but there was no guarantee his men would be able to stay in the fight. 

“We head to Chongyang,” Wei Wuxian announced, cutting through the conversation being thrown around the table. “We’ll hit their supply line as we travel, which will hopefully give us enough resources to get there. We’ll take the base in Baling as a peace offering, there will be enough food there to boost morale before we join the fighting in Chongyang.” 

“It sounds a bit ambitious,” Wen Qing noted, fitting her long established role as a cynic amongst his advisors. 

“We have to be if we want to prove our worth,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Half the men outside wouldn’t be allowed back into Yunmeng’s army, even if they were hard pressed for men. You two would be locked up without a second thought,” He directed to the Wen siblings. “Me? If I’m lucky I’d be sent to an aid station and help with the wounded.” He bit his lip. Hadn’t Jiang Yanli always told him a bit of honesty could go a long way? “If I want to continue leading, I need to show I’m not just capable but invaluable.” 

“I thought you were raised for this?” Cao Yu’s brow furrowed. 

“I was raised to be married off for a political advantage,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “I was expected to know just enough for pillow talk.” He saw the alphas, and Zhong Delun, shift uncomfortably. He’d long learned many weren’t comfortable with him blatantly laying out what had been expected of him as an omega. He’d also long learned not to care. “I was only allowed to learn more because I helped to focus the Crown Prince, keeping him in the classroom instead of ducking his tutors. Which only happened when I enjoyed what I was learning.” 

Hell, it was only because Jiang Fengmian raised him as an equal and he was aware of it. A lesser man would have sidelined him for being a commoner, while anyone else would have sidelined him after he presented as an omega. It was because of Jiang Fengmian’s treatment of him that Jiang Wanyin even considered taking his ideas and suggestions seriously. 

“And you excel at it, sir,” Zhang Delun spoke up. 

“I have faith in the men out there,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “We will be able to take Baling.” He firmly stated, directing it a bit more at Wen Qing. 

He looked down at the map in front of him. He wasn’t going to mention he and Jiang Wanyin had theorized on how to take the city as an exercise in their military strategy class. Baling had been pledged to Yunmeng for twelve generations, so it hadn’t been in bad taste or anything. Little had they known it was going to come in handy. He looked back up. 

“Tell the men we leave for war in the morning.” 

“Are you going to stab the map all d-dramatic like?” Wen Qionglin asked with a smile. 

“Well I’m not now,” Wei Wuxian huffed as he crossed his arms. He couldn’t help but smile as a tense laugh broke through the tent.

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Wei Wuxian watched the Wen banners fall from Baling and the old Jiang banners go up with a purr of satisfaction. His men were being warmly received by the town, food and drink flowing out in welcome.  They had taken losses, but they had done it. They had taken an entire town back from the Wens. Now they just had to keep it that way, which was almost more intimidating. 

“The town is singing the praises of the Yiling Laozu,” Wen Qing’s voice interrupted Wei Wuxian’s thoughts. He tore his eyes away from the banner, smiling as he saw the jar of wine she was holding out for him. “You’ll lose your demon status if you're not careful.” 

Wei Wuxian laughed as he turned, leaning against the low wall as he took the jar of wine from her. He raised it in salute before he knocked back half of the jar. Some of it dribbled down the front of his chin, raising his sleeve to wipe it off. His eyes dropped to the red fabric as he shook it out, sighing softly.

“Don’t tell me you forgot where you ditched your outer robe again,” Wen Qing sighed as she leaned against the wall next to him. 

“It’ll turn up, it always does,” Wei Wuxian replied with a smile. He’d learned the bright red robes of the Yiling Laozu were perfect for breaking Wen morale, but less than ideal for stealth. His solution had been simple. He merely wore a black over robe when he needed to be stealthy and casted it off when he was slaughtering. That it made the Yiling Laozu seem to appear out of nowhere had been an unexpected benefit. 

The only issue is he wasn’t the best at remembering where he casted it off. In his defense he often had other things on his mind, like how best to kill the Wens in front of him. It just meant he spent an embarrassing amount of time looking for it after. It wasn’t like they had a bunch of money to be throwing away on robes. The ones they took from the Wens always smelled funny. 

“So you’ve proved yourself,” Wen Qing prodded. “What now?” 

“We hold Baling until Lord Ouyang, or his successor, can return.” Wei Wuxian replied. “We do that by making contact with whoever is leading the front at Chongyang. Hopefully there will be documentation in that office,” He paused to point to the low building still flying Wen banners. “I just have to go in there and sort through it all.” Not to mention moving the dead bodies.

“You know, normal people would gorge themself on the free food and then sleep in a real bed.” Wen Qing replied by taking a swig of her own wine jar. “Especially ones that haven’t slept.” 

“I thought we already established that I was a demon, I don’t sleep.” Wei Wuxian shot back regretting his decision to set his tent up next to the Wen siblings last night. Wen Qing rolled her eyes as she reached out to punch him lightly. “I’ll do a bit of research and then sleep for the night, will that make my doctor happy?” 

“Yes,” Wen Qing replied, pushing off from the wall. “I’ll be checking in on you in a hour, if you aren’t sleep-” 

“You’ll stick me with your needles,” Wei Wuxian finished. “You're the real demon here.” He called after her. 

“I have to be, to be your doctor,” She called back over her shoulder. 

Wei Wuxian laughed, letting his head fall back and letting the sound release into the fading sky. He stayed there for a moment, his eyes tracking the clouds and ashes. It still felt like a dream. Like he’d wake up and find the battle is still ahead of him. He let his head fall back down. His gaze focused on the door to what had been the Wen Commander’s office. 

His mind began to conjure every worry, every negative thought he could have. There could be news reporting Jiang Wanyinn had fallen in battle. Or worse, the Jiangs had never made it to Lanling in the first place. Peace talks between the Wens and the other three kingdoms, the decision just to let the Wens take Yunmeng. 

His fingers tightened around the wine jug in his hand. He lifted the jug to his lips. He downed the rest of his wine, welcoming the warmth in his stomach. With one last deep breath, he headed into the office. 

In less than twenty minutes later, he was barreling back out. His mind was already spinning a plan as he made his way to where his men were setting up camp. A ramshackle collection of tents for those who wouldn’t find themselves in a bed of another tonight. 

“Zhong Delun!” He called.

“Sir!” Zhong Delun quickly ducked out of a tent. Cao Yu was close behind. 

“I need ten men armed and ready to go.”
“Sir?” Zhong Delun questioned. 

“We leave before dark,” He pressed. “I’ll meet them at the corral.” 

“Wuxian, have you discovered something?” Xiao Xingchen came out of a nearby tent. His hands quickly tied his belt. Song Zichen followed close behind. 

“The reason Baling was so easy to take was because half of the soldiers had already left!” Wei Wuxian breathed. “They’re on their way to rendezvous with the forces for Chongyang! They’re hoping to overwhelm them!” 

“And you want to take out over a hundred men with ten men,” Cao Yu tried to connect the dots of the conversation. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “The forces from Baling are rendezvousing with fresh forces headed to Chongyang along the Yangtze River. Arriving a few days early to build a bridge for the crossing. That’s why there was a supply line to Baling.” 

“The supply line we cut!” Cao Yu jumped in. Wei Wuxian nodded.

“From what I gathered, the Baling forces left a few days ago.” Wei Wuxian exhaled. A few days earlier and Wei Wuxian doubted he or his men would be standing here. “We should work under the assumption they’ve already arrived at the Yangtze and built the bridge. I want to lead a small task team to check in on them, slow them down if we can. Another team needs to take the news to the opposing forces at Chongyang, warn them if they don’t already know about it. The sooner we move, the better chances we have at preparing them better.” 

“Standard sabotage?” Song Zichen questioned as he exchanged a glance with his mate. A thought process between them Wei Wuxian wasn’t privy to. Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“Might I suggest someone else sabotage lead the force?” Xiao Xingchen spoke up. “If Crown Prince Jiang is in Chongyang, word of an upcoming attack would be taken more seriously from a face he knows.” 

“You’ve got a fancy title too,” Cao Yu spoke up. “Fancy titles listen to fancy titles.” 

“Zichen and Xingchen might lend another level of credibility,” Zhong Delun nodded. Wei Wuxian saw two curt nods from the pair. “Cao Yu can lead the sabotage crew. I’ll remain here and organize our men and the city.” 

“Alright,” Wei Wuxian sighed, realizing why leaders had advisors in the first place. It was so easy just to do everything himself. “I want to head out as soon as possible.” He leveled at Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen. “If we can get some horses we might be able to get there before sunrise. Cao Yu, I want you out fast as well.” 

“You got it boss,” Cao Yu nodded. “I know just the rabble rousers to take too. I’ll go catch them before they get too drunk. A few of them are from the area, it should give us the advantage.” He turned and jogged off. 

“The Wens had some horses in the stables,” Zhong Delun offered. “I told the local stable they could have them, but I’m sure they won’t mind us borrowing three. They’ll be faster than anything we have.” 

“I’ll meet you two there in ten minutes,” Wei Wuxian nodded to Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen. 

“We’ll be there in five,” Xiao Xingchen replied after sharing a brief look with his mate. 

Wei Wuxian hurried off to find where his own pack had gotten too. Not wanting to waste the time to change fully, he grabbed a spare black robe over his bloodstained red ones. After a moment’s thought, he tied the fraying white ribbon around his wrist. He hastily filled his water jug and grabbed some buns that had made their way into the camp. He tucked it into the satchel with the intel he’d collected. 

“Chongyang isn’t too far from here,” Wei Wuxian explained to Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen as they mounted. “We should be able to ride through the night. The horses will be exhausted, but they’ll survive.” 

“Wei Wuxian, where do you think you're going?” Wen Qing yelled. 

“Zhong Delun can explain,” Wei Wuxian shot back as he turned his horse. His own nervous energy transferred down to his steed; making it nervously shuffle beneath him. Luckily, he was an old hand at riding.  “I’ll sleep when this is all over.” 

“You said that about this!” Wen Qing called after him as his horse started to move off. 

“Don’t worry Lady Wen,” Wei Wuxian could hear Xiao Xingchen say. “We’ll keep an eye on him.” 

“Save me the pleasure of saying I told you so when he falls asleep off his horse,” Wen Qing huffed. 

“As always,” Wei Wuxian called back.  “Let’s go,” He added to the two alphas. He dug his heels into the sides of his horse, urging it on. 

The hooves of his horse pounded almost in time with his heart. 

The sky was lightening when Wei Wuxian pulled his horse to a stop. He kept it on tight reign on it as it shied, drawing in a deep breath. The hair on the back of his neck standing up as he registered what it was. Alphas, too many to keep their scent under wrap. 

“What is it?” Xiao Xingchen questioned. 

“There’s a camp nearby,” Wei Wuxian replied. “We should proceed cautiously.” 

“How big?” Song Zichen questioned. 

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes as he took another breath. He’d never been particularly fond of his sensitive sense of smell. At most he’d used it as a party trick over dinner. Now, in the field, he’d learned how useful it was. He focused, picking apart the different scents counting them off as he did. He supposed in the old days, before civilization, an omega would use it from the safety of their nests, keeping vigil over their pups.  

“Twenty if I’m being generous?” He breathed, opening his eyes. 

“Probably a small squadron tasked with keeping an eye on the road,” Xiao Xingchen offered. “We can go around them.” 

“We’d lose valuable time and still risk being caught,” Wei Wuxian tried not to groan. “Would you two be up to it?” He watched the two exchange looks. Song Zichen finally gave Xiao Xingchen a tight-lipped nod. 

They quietly got off their horses, leading them a short way off the road before tying them off. Wei Wuxian threw his black robe over his saddle, remembering he’d already lost one in the past twenty four hours. He led the way, carefully following his nose. 

They crouched a distance away, analyzing the camp's layout. It was small, with a clear view of the road. A small collection of tents surrounding a few larger ones. They could hear the sounds of laughter coming from one of the larger ones, apparently the place to gather. It took a few minutes to confirm the Wen banners did match the soldiers. Once they had, it was time to get to work.

Wei Wuxian nodded to Song Zichen, who pulled a bow off his back. Wei Wuxian doused the cushion at the front from a small flask of alcohol. He shifted away, making room for Xiao Xingchen to light it. Minding the flame, Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian drew their swords. When the arrow flew, so did they. 

“It’s the Yiling Laozu!” Wei Wuxian heard as soldiers started fleeing the tent and into his waiting sword. 

It was the chaos he had learned to thrive in. Fire had become their ally, distracting and confusing the men making it easy to slip in and cut them down. Of course, they had to be careful not to let the fire get too out of hand. It was the knack of letting those whose priority was putting the fires out live those whose first response was to fight, but not by much.  

Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen worked in perfect harmony together. It was beautiful to watch, but Wei Wuxian had long learned to turn a blind eye to them. Not wanting to address the pangs of longing he got from watching them. It was only worse after a battle, seeing them meticulously check each other over for wounds. Trading soft words and kisses. Luckily, Wei Wuxian could easily busy himself with looking for intel. 

“Looks like we were smart to move fast,” Wei Wuxian called as he came out of the tent. He had letters detailing an influx and change of supply lines. Others requested surveys to identify large clearings, good sources of water. How the locals felt about the Wens. “These all bear the hallmarks of preparing for larger forces.” 

“We should hurry on our way then, ” Xiao Xingchen nodded. “I'd prefer to give these men a proper burial.” He trailed, eyeing the corpses that now littered the camp. 

“We’ll see to it when we have the time,” Wei Wuxian replied, casting a glance around. Xiao Xingchen was always the first to remind him that the Wens were men, and deserved respect even after their death. “This is the only Wen camp on this road, so we should be safe to ride all the way through to Chongyang.” He nodded, taking off in the direction they’d left their horses. 

Wei Wuxian eyed his black robe as they went to remount, feeling the dampness of his red robe. He tucked the black one away safely, hoping their speed would help the blood dry. Empress Yu would have had his head for even considering showing up to meet anyone with blood stained robes. He wondered if it was better or worse for them to be dry. He put the thought out his mind as he tucked the letters into his satchel. It wasn’t exactly like he had much honor left to worry about. 

“Have you put much thought into how we’re going to get into the camp?” Xiao Xingchen called out to him as they rode. 

“Depends on what banner they're flying,” Wei Wuxian called back. “The only royal family I haven’t met is the Lans of Gusu. If it’s the Nie’s or the Jin’s, hopefully it’s someone I’ve met at least in passing. If not, we better pray the intel we’ve gathered is enough to get us through the gate.” 

“If it’s not?” 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Wei Wuxian called back, urging his horse to go faster. 

Xiao Xingchen’s words only added to the worry building in Wei Wuxian’s stomach. There was a chance, even if it was the Nie or the Jin, he’d be barred from entering the camp at all. Maybe he should just turn around, figure out a way to hold Baling on his own. He shook the thought from his head, it was just his sleep deprived mind latching on to his worry. He dug his heels in, urging his horse faster again. 

The sooner they arrived the better.

He breathed a sigh of relief when they crested a hill, a large military camp coming into sight. He paused, his eyes quickly scanned for any heraldry. The knot of worry in his stomach doubled as he couldn’t make any out.  

“Do you see any banners?” He questioned Song Zichen. He got a tight lipped shake of his head in reply. 

“We’ll just have to get closer,” Xiao Xingchen nodded. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath before nudging his horse on, slowly making their way down hill. 

There was a terrifying moment when he thought they were Wen banners. Upon a second look, he realized the sun's shape was yellow, not Wen red. Additionally, it appeared to have a line through it. Maybe it was supposed to be an arrow? Whatever it was, it didn’t instill much confidence in him as they neared the man entrance. 

“I don’t recognize that banner,” Wei Wuxian called as softly as he could. Xiao Xingchen’s own brow had furrowed as he studied it. 

“What’s your business?” A guard barked. 

“I have intel for whoever leads this camp.” Wei Wuxian replied, swinging a leg over as he dismounted. “It is urgent.” 

“That’s what they all say,” The second guard rolled his eyes at the first. 

“I would appreciate it if you summon someone with the ability to grant us access to this camp,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Or do you want to be held responsible when an army of Wens overruns this camp and the commander finds out you two are the ones that prevented the intel about the attack from getting to him?” He crossed his arms. 

He watched the two guards exchange a glance, before stepping away. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as the two started muttering to each other. Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen dismounted from their own horses. 

“We will bring your request to a superior,” A guard announced when he came back. One of them went to leave. 

“Wouldn’t it be beneficial to tell them our names?” Xiao Xingchen’s questioned stopped them. 

“I knew that,” The guard stopped. Wei Wuxian sighed, wondering if this was a sign the camp was run by the Jins.  

“Xiao Xingchen, this is my mate Song Zichen.” Xiao Xingchen introduced himself. 

“Lord Wei Wuxian,” He sighed as he took the reins of his horse. “We’ll wait over there.” He pointed to a low trough for the horses.

Two hours later they were still waiting. Wei Wuxian could feel the drowsiness taking a toll on him. Song Zichen had already dozed off, his head resting on Xiao Xingchen’s shoulder. He rubbed his eyes as they drooped, moving to pace in an attempt to keep himself awake. 

“I do not miss the bureaucracy of Royals,” He hissed to Xiao Xingchen as he paced. 

“We could check in with the guard,” Xiao Xingchen offered softly, trying not to wake Song Zichen. Although from the ways his eyes were drooping he was not far behind his mate. 

“They’ve changed them out on us,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “If I go over there, we have another two hours of waiting!” He tapped his foot as he looked over. His eyes trailing back to the camp perimeter. “I’m going to sneak in,” He muttered when he got closer to Xiao Xingchen. 

“Wei Wuxian, doing that might only hurt our prospects.” Xiao Xingchen whispered. 

“It’s better than sitting here,” Wei Wuxian huffed back. “Look, I’ll sneak in and see who’s in charge. If I know them I’ll make contact, if not I sneak back out.” 

“And if you get caught?” Xiao Xingchen sighed. “It could do more harm than good.” 

“If I get caught, I’m just a sweet little omega who snuck in to find their mate.” Wei Wuxian batted his eyes at him, putting what he hoped was a cute pout of his face. 

“Who is covered in blood,” Xiao Xingchen poked holes in his brilliant plan. 

“Hopefully they’re stupid.” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I’m going to fall asleep if I don’t do anything,” He added as he moved to the bag on his horse. He pulled out his black over robe, shrugging it on. 

He paced a few more rounds before moving to the water trough. He dipped his hands in, bringing them up to scrub at his face. Once he could no longer see any more flecks of blood in his distorted reflection, he carded his hands through his hair. His hand’s stopped when he saw the white ribbon, flecked with blood from their attack earlier. He unwound it, carefully washing out the bloodstains before winding it back around his wrist. He ignored the look from Xiao Xingchen as he stood, making sure the white ribbon was hidden underneath his robes. 

“Well?” He questioned holding his arms out for approval. He got a long, suffering sigh from the man. “This will work.” He assured him. 

“We’ve come a long way,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “To mess it up now.” 

“Trust me,” Wei Wuxian nodded to him. “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Wei Wuxian announced, loud enough the guards could hear them. He felt a bit guilty that it caused Song Zichen to stir, but he was sure the man would understand. 

He made his way diagonally to the tree line, once he could no longer see the guards he actually peed. From there he followed the perimeter of the camp, keeping an eye out for a weakness in the fence. Luckily, the fence looked like it had been put up quickly. Or a number of men in the camp were sneaking their lovers in and out. It didn’t take long for him to find a spot he could squeeze through. He dusted himself off, throwing a careful look around. 

Wei Wuxian stood straight, aiming for a confidence that made him seem like he belonged here in the camp. He tried to set a speed that seemed natural as he hurried through the camp. His eyes flickered upwards, noticing the banners began to change. Instead of the white and yellow sun motif, he started to see the gold sparks amid snow of the Jins. Then others in Nie green. 

His heart nearly stopped as he rounded a corner and saw a fluttering purple banner. He swallowed nervously as his feet picked up pace, making a direct bee line for the cluster. It wasn’t nearly as large as the other Kingdoms, but it was there. He got fifty feet away when he stopped dead in his tracks, the soft scent of rain filtering in between the massive chaotic cluster of scents. 

He sat there for a minute, his nose taking another deep inhale. His mind dissected the scent as if it couldn’t believe it. A soft rain, a touch of mugginess belaying frustration and worry. He forced himself to move, his heart beating faster as he followed the scent.

It took him away from the small cluster of Yunmeng purple tents. He had to focus, the scent of rain becoming muddled with the presence of more and more scents vying for dominance. He rounded a corner, finding a large tent with banners of all colors hanging from it. 

He paused across the way from the tent. His hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to hear something other than his own heart beat. He felt like a little boy waiting outside of Empress Yu’s pavilion for her to summon him to be yelled at. He found himself flinching back as someone came out through the tent flap, a few more following a minute later. The meeting going on inside was apparently over. Wei Wuxian’s eyes scanned the faces as they exited. He shifted forward, he had smelled him. He had to be there.  

He let out a breathless laugh when he saw the familiar sour face. He stumbled forward, his mind racing with what he had to say. In the end, it was the first thing that had come to mind. 

“Turns out, Baling completely revamped their dock system.” He could barely hear the words he was saying. He heard the sounds of blades being drawn, but his focus was on how the figure in purple froze slowly turning. “The new design completely invalidates a water based invasion force. I do believe you owe me a boat’s worth of -” 

“Wei Wuxian!” 

“Lotus seeds,” Wei Wuxian managed to finish before the air was knocked out of him. 

He felt a pair of arms crushingly wrap around him. His own were mere seconds behind, feeling the young alpha in front of him shaking as he did. Wei Wuxian ducked his head, drinking in the scent of rain and freshly baked five spice cake as it enveloped the both of them. 

“I thought you were dead,” He heard a small, choked off voice sound after a minute. Wei Wuxian felt hot tears landing on his neck, sliding underneath his collar. He hugged Jiang Wanyin a bit tighter. 

“You’ll have to do a lot more than that to get rid of me,” He chided. The sound of blades being sheathed drew his attention, reminding him they weren’t along. His gaze flickered around the semicircle formed around them, each member with their eyes on them. His eyes landed on Ren Lei, getting a warm red eyed smile from the old man. “Come on now, I thought I was supposed to be the emotional one!” He clapped him on the back. 

“You idiot!” Jiang Wanyin shoved him. His face red from crying.  “We heard that Wen Chao dragged you off and then nothing! Where the hell have you been?” 

“It’s a long story,” Wei Wuxian sighed. He reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “One that I promise to tell you, but we have more pressing matters.” He shifted his satchel around. “A Wen force is on it’s way here, comprising half of the soldiers out of Baling and fresh faces from Qishan. A thousand men to bolster those already on the Chongyang front. I’ve got men tracking their progress, but they’ve probably already crossed the river to rendezvous with the forces out of Baling.” 

“Five hundred?” One of the men who’d emerged from the tent stepped forward. He was dressed in white robes, somehow still clean despite his surroundings. There was something familiar about his face, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t quite place it. Maybe there was just something off putting about the smile. 

“I doubt my men will be able to truly slow them down,” Wei Wuxian nodded, pulling out the correct missive. His eyes flicked to the white ribbon on the man in white’s brow as he reached out to take it. He tabled his curiosity, he had more important things to get done. “But, we hoped to at least give you twelve hours of warning.” 

“Your men?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. Wei Wuxian could see the questions forming in his brother’s mind. He gave him a curt nod, hoping he’d understand he’d explain everything later.  

“We took out a camp on the way here,” Wei Wuxian barreled on, recognizing that he had everyone's attention. He dug in the bag again, pulling out the survey and copies of letters detailing clearings, water, and supplies. Finally withdrawing the key to Wen codes. “I’m assuming these are potential campsites. If you could send men out, there’s a chance we could poison the water supply to thin out their ranks. Most of the locals should have their own wells, protecting them from the fallout. It would, at most, delay the attack while they dig for new water sources. If you don’t have one, this is the key to their codes. They rotate them frequently, but I took this one off a commander’s desk just last night.” 

“On your way here?” A burly man in green questioned. Wei Wuxian thought he recognized him as Nie Zonghui, a general for the Nie. Previously dedicated to keeping Nie Huaisang, the Crown Prince of Qinghe, out of trouble. 

“My men and I took Baling yesterday,” Wei Wuxian nodded. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widen in his peripheral vision. “I thought it was a bit easy, it wasn’t until after I was going through the commander's office that I learned it was because half of the troops had already been shipped out. We rode here as soon as we learned about their plans. We were slightly delayed by a camp set up to watch the road from Baling, it’s about an hour out. That’s where we recovered the survey information.” 

“Perhaps we should reconvene to discuss this?” The man in white questioned, a hand motioning back to the tent. “Would,” He paused, looking between Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxian. 

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin spoke up. “Lord of Yunmeng.” 

“Ah,” The man in white smiled. “Lord Wei, if you wouldn’t mind joining us we’d appreciate your insight.” 

“Can you send someone to the gate to bring my men in?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan accompanied me on my journey here. Rest in a tent out of the elements would be most welcome for them.” 

“Of course,” The man in white nodded, waving to a man who bowed and moved off. Wei Wuxian was beginning to have the feeling he was in charge. 

“Do you need anything?” Jiang Wanyin questioned him. He could see an eagerness in his eyes to get to it before someone else did. 

“This takes priority over me,” Wei Wuxian shook his head as he followed the group into the tent. “Although some clean robes, some food and some medical supplies would be appreciated eventually.” 

His eyes immediately went to the large table and map they had spread out. Dozens of little markers were laid out over it, easily marking spots with the well known banners. It brought a smile to Wei Wuxian’s face as he saw markers with ‘undecided’ written on them, corresponding with some of Wei Wuxian’s mens' recent moves. 

“We came in along this supply route, disrupting it.” Wei Wuxian pointed to the line of markers. “It made them shift supplies over from the Langya, in this path.” He pointed to the new line on the map, jumping slightly when a man appeared to put small markers along it. “From what I gathered they were hoping to surprise and overwhelm you.” 

“It would be the advantage they’d need.” Nie Zonghui nodded. 

“A small group of my men headed here,” Wei Wuxian pointed to the location. “Luckily a few of them are from the area, so they should have the advantage on the Wens.” 

“When you say a small group,” The man in white questioned. 

“Ten,” Wei Wuxian replied. He saw a few glances go around the table. 

“Exactly how large was the force you took Baling with?” Nie Zonghui questioned. 

“Little over 75,” Wei Wuxian replied. “We’ve been working for months deeper in Yunmeng, raiding camps and causing general trouble. We got large enough, so I turned our sights on something bigger.” 

“You took an entire town with less than one hundred men?” Jiang Wanyin questioned, his brow furrowing slightly. 

“We’ve been theorizing on how to take Baling since we were ten,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “I just needed the right men in the right spots.” 

“It is still impressive,” The man in white said. 

“Perhaps we should be focusing on the army headed our way?” A new voice spoke. Wei Wuxian’s gaze found the speaker, from the gaudy gold robes he was assuming it was a Jin cousin. Wei Wuxian figured he was probably in charge of the Jin forces here. 

“Their potential locations are here,” Wei Wuxian pointed. “Here and here.” He nodded in thanks to the man who put little markers on the map.

“Send men to each location to report back,” The man in white spoke. Wei Wuxian watched two men step forward and salute. 

“Yes, Emperor Lan,” They spoke before hurrying off. Wei Wuxian’s gaze flickered back to the man in white, so this was Emperor Lan Xichen. It explained why he appeared to be the man in charge. 

“You suggested poisoning the wells?” Jiang Wanyin looked at Wei Wuxian. 

“Poisoning the water sources does seem a bit underhanded,” Nie Zonghui replied. 

“Unless you can produce another five hundred men before the Wen’s get here,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Underhanded means might be the only way you get out of this alive. There are a number of local poisons, they won’t stay in the water for long. Just long enough to hinder the Wens.” 

“Guerilla tactics have been used before, and this won’t be the last time either.” Jiang Wanyin stepped up in defense. 

“Since there are three potential locations, we will merely send groups from the Gusu, Lanling and Yunmeng colliatons.” Lan Xichen interceded. “Meaning the Nie army doesn’t have to worry about whether or not our choice of action is underhanded.” 

“The Wens disguise their forward scouts as civilians,” Wei Wuxian offered the information. “But, they stick out like a sore thumb when they try to speak the local dialect. I’d suggest having a native speaker with each of your groups.” 

“Crown Prince Jiang, if you’d be able to supply them?” Lan Xichen looked at Jiang Wanyin. 

“Of course,” Jiang Wanyin’s hand rose, a man from behind him moving to slip out of the tent. Wei Wuxian bit back the smile, it was good to see Jiang Wanyin where he deserved to be. 

“Then we will proceed with that,” Lan Xichen nodded. Wei Wuxian watched a round of agreement run through the tent, something he realized didn’t often happen. “That leaves us with working on our defensive capabilities,” Lan Xichen pushed the meeting along. “Unless you have some ideas about that?” He leveled at Wei Wuxian. 

“My experience comes from attacking, not defending,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. He raised a hand to rub at his temple. The fact he hadn’t slept in a few days became more present by the hour.  “But if you want to take out a camp with a small force, I’m your man.” 

“We will keep it in mind,” Lan Xichen nodded. 

Wei Wuxian fell silent as defensive strategies started being flung around the table. He was pleased to notice Jiang Wanyin was quick to offer his own opinion. Unlike the loud mouth Jin cousin’s suggestions, Lan Xichen seemed to consider Jiang Wanyin’s words. Nie Zonghui was silent for the most part, only speaking up to clarify facts of the army or tactics. 

As the meeting wore on, Wei Wuxian felt his robes grow to the uncomfortable side of stiffness from the blood drying. It didn’t help that the braiser lighting the tent was pushing him to the uncomfortable side of warm. He tried shifting away from it, pretending to move to get a better look at the map, but it did little to aid his comfort. It didn’t help that a majority of the people arguing strategies were alphas, throwing their scents out as freely as their opinions. 

In the end, something had to go. He could hear Empress Yu’s displeasure in the back of his mind for even thinking about it. So Wei Wuxian tried not to draw too much attention to himself as he shrugged out of his black over robe. He kept his eyes trained on the map as he tried to come up with an idea that would be helpful. He winced as he saw some of the blood flake off, hoping that no one would notice. 

The sound of the entire tent falling silent didn’t help his hopes. His gaze flicked up from the map, finding most of the eyes in the room on him. Or more specifically, the red robes that had been mostly darkened by the dried blood. Wei Wuxian tried not to shift uncomfortably as he folded his black robe over his hand.  

“I think we’ve debated long enough, we’ll resume this when we have word from our scouts.” Lan Xichen broke the silence of the room. “Lord Wei, are you confident your men can hold Baling for the time being?” 

“I am,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I would just like to send a messenger to inform my second in command what is going on.” 

“We can send one,” Jiang Wanyin stepped in before anyone else could. “If you want to write a letter?” 

“Zhong Delun can’t read,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. His hand came up to rub at his eyes. “Just send a messenger with the news I arrived and relayed our information.” 

“Your second in command can't read?” The Jin Cousin snorted. 

“Zhong Delun’s a good man with fifteen years of military experience.” Wei Wuxian glared at him. “Just because he didn’t have the privilege to be educated doesn’t make him any less.” 

“I’ll have a messenger leave as soon as possible,” Jiang Wanyin cut in, raising his hand. Another attended slipping out of the tent. 

“Perfect,” Wei Wuxian nodded, a yawn catching him midword. 

“We will make good use of the information you’ve brought us,” Lan Xichen smiled. With a nod, the entire tent seemed to be dismissed. 

“Come on, let’s get you some food and you can tell me what’s happened,” Jiang Wanyin turned to him. 

“As long as there’s a bed for me to fall into afterward,” Wei Wuxian yawned. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” Jiang Wanyin eyed him. 

“I don’t know, three days ago?” Wei Wuxian rubbed his face. “Time flies when you're attacking towns.” 

“I’ll see if there’s an empty tent,” Jiang Wanyin nodded as they headed for the tent exit. 

“No need to empty one,” Wei Wuxian waved it off. “I could probably sleep on storage crates at this point. Just put me wherever there’s room.” 

“It’s not proper,” Jiang Wanyin lowered his voice.

Wei Wuxian stalled to the stop as the words flashed through his mind. His real senses faded away,  replaced with the soft scent of sandalwood and the sound of soft humming. Suddenly a rattling of the door, a hand on his arm. The feeling of another clamping around his own neck. Panic flooding through his veins. 

Wei Wuxian came back to his senses with his teeth bared. His hand clamped around Jiang Wanyin’s neck. The panic fled his system just as quickly as it came. His eyes widened as  he backed away from Jiang Wanyin like he was on fire. His own scent flaring out in shame. 

“A-Cheng, I’m sorry,” He stuttered. “I-” he closed his eyes to take a deep breath, his body shaking. He hadn’t reacted like that to anything in a while. He supposed his own men knew better. “I didn’t mean to, I just-” He reached up to rub his face. “Leftover adrenaline.” He came up with. “I just need some sleep.” 

“Of course,” Jiang Wanyin nodded, his voice a bit raspy. Wei Wuxian felt another flush of shame as he stubley tried to rub his throat as he led the way out. “You can sleep in my tent.”  

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“It’s good to have you back,” Jiang Wanyin smiled. His hand came out to clap Wei Wuxian on the arm, only stopping at the last moment. 

“It’s good to be back,” Wei Wuxian nodded, completing Jiang Wanyin’s action. Trying to restore their sense of normalcy.  

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“You know when I offered my bed for you to sleep in I didn’t expect you to sleep for nearly two days.” Jiang Wanyin’s voice greeted him.

Wei Wuxian groaned as he rolled over, his eyes blearily locking onto Jiang Wanyin. His stomach growled at the smell of the food that was on the tray he was holding. It was enough to get him to push himself up. Jiang Wanyin’s cot was fit for an emperor, plush padding and blankets making it almost feel like a real bed. It helped that it was permeated with Jiang Wanyin’s scent, a familiar and safe one. Putting Wei Wuxian at the closest he’d felt to being at ease in months. 

“We ditched our cots to travel lighter,” Wei Wuxian muttered in explanation. “It’s been blankets and the ground for the past few weeks.” 

“That sounds rough,” Jiang Wanyin’s nose crinkled as he offered Wei Wuxian the tray. 

“It’s what needed to be done,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Real food,” He moaned as he saw the red spiced dishes in front of him. He picked up the chopsticks, quickly digging in. 

“You’re welcome,” Jiang Wanyin huffed as he sat down on a folding chair nearby. His hands reached for a jar of wine, neatly pouring two cups. 

“You’re worthy of being an immortal,” Wei Wuxian offered in thanks between bites. 

“I sent word to A-jie,” Jiang Wanyin said. 

“How is she?” Wei Wuxian paused, worriedly looking at Jiang Wanyin. “Where is she?”

“She’s helping out in one of the aid stations, as far from the front lines as I could keep her.” Jiang Wanyin replied. Wei Wuxian let out a sigh of relief. “I had to,” Jiang Wanyin trailed off into a grunt of frustration. “In order to get troops to retake Yunmeng from the Jin, I had to reinstate a-jie’s betrothal to Crown Prince Jin. She suggested it, but,” He trailed off again, a sour look on his face. 

“It doesn’t make you feel any better about it,” Wei Wuxian breathed out. “I get it,” He reached over to squeeze Jiang Wanyin’s shoulder. “At least she likes that peacock.” 

“God knows why,” Jiang Wanyin chuckled in agreement as he drank a cup of wine. Wei Wuxian held out his hand for the other poured cup. “What makes you think that’s for you?” He arched an eyebrow. 

“Come on,” Wei Wuxian pouted. Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes, picking up the cup and handing it over. Wei Wuxian knocked it back. “It has been too long since I’ve had decent wine.” 

“I can’t believe you actually took Baling,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “With seventy five men?” 

“Come on, you could have done it too,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the food in front of him. 

“I don’t think I could,” Jiang Wanyin replied. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flashed up, seeing a pensive look on his adoptive brother’s face. 

“Well I had some help,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’ve heard of him.” He added with a smug grin. He got an arched eyebrow from Jiang Wanyin. “The Yiling Laozu.” 

“The supposed demon?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. “Come on, I’m too old to be fooled by your ghost stories.” 

“It doesn’t matter if he’s actually a demon,” Wei Wuxian chided his brother. “I just need the Wens to think that.” He saw his brother pause, a disbelieving look crossing his face as he looked at Wei Wuxian. 

“If you say you’ve been dressing up like a demon to scare the shit out of the Wens,” Jiang Wanyin leaned in. “I’ll eat my own pillow.” 

“Start eating,” Wei Wuxian grinned back, reaching over to grab it. He swung it at Jiang Wanyin’s face, the young alpha easily catching it. 

“Why you-” Jiang Wanyin playfully growled, swinging the pillow back at him. 

“A-Cheng I have food!” Wei Wuxian scrambled, heaving his tray up to keep the remaining food from tilting into the bed. 

“Should have thought about that before you swung at me.” Jiang Wanying chased him. Wei Wuxian laughed as he darted about the tent. The flap opened, Ren Lei ducking through. His eyes quickly tracked them as they ran about the tent. 

“Ren Lei, save me!” Wei Wuxian shrieked as he ducked behind the man, his laughter ringing out. 

“He’s my bodyguard,” Jiang Wanyin launched himself around Ren Lei, the pillow hitting Wei Wuxian right in the stomach. Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to seize it, seeing Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widen as he realized he had. Wei Wuxian cackled as he chased after him, successfully beaning him over the head. 

Before either of them could fight over the pillow again, Ren Lei’s hand snapped out. He tucked the pillow against his side, as if it was a spear or sword. The familiar sight made Wei Wuxian grin. 

“Lord Wei,” Ren Lei greeted. A small smile graced his lips. “Crown Prince Jiang, may I remind the two of you that you are adults?” 

“Adults, us?” Wei Wuxian laughed as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Sounds fake,” Jiang Wanyin finished shoving him lightly. Wei Wuxian shoved him back, gaining another shove in return. Before it could escalate a pillow was thrust between them. 

“It is good to see you again, Lord Wei.” Ren Lei’s head inclined. 

“Good to see you too, Ren Lei,” Wei Wuxian beamed at the usually surly old guard. “I didn’t expect to see either of you again.” 

“We heard the garrison fell,” Jiang Wanyin said, the light hearted playful energy sapped out of the tent in an instant. “That Wen Chao took prisoners.” 

“We were taken to Yiling,” Wei Wuxian replied solemnly. His hand went to the frayed white ribbon on his wrist. “Not all of us made it out,” He felt his brow furrow. 

“What about Wen Chao? We heard-” 

“The bastard’s dead,” Wei Wuxian seethed. The scent of peppercorns unfurling out from him. “I made damn sure of that.” 

“We managed to find Wen Zhuliu was put in charge of forces here in Chongyang,” Jiang Wanyin’s face darkened. “I’m hoping he’ll be dead by tomorrow.” 

“The attack,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “Did I sleep through it?” 

“No, we managed to slow down their forces,” Jiang Wanyin shook his head. “We’ll be meeting them on the battlefield tomorrow.” 

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, dropping to his knees. 

“Wuxian!” Jiang Wanyin went lurching forward. 

“Your Highness,” Wei Wuxian clasped his hands in front of him in a salute. The action pushed Jiang Wanyin to a halt. “I know it’s highly irregular, given my second gender, but this one humbly requests permission to join the men on the battlefield. I’ll be a foot soldier if I have to, but I beg you,” He took a breath, ducking his head as he bent into a kowtow. “Don’t sideline me. I can’t wrap bandages at an aid station when I know I can make a bigger difference.” 

“Get up you idiot,” Jiang Wanyin huffed. “We both know if I sent you to an aid station you’d sneak out. Now that you’re an accomplished guerilla fighter, I’d never get you to stay put.” He snorted. “So I guess I’ll just have to make you a general.” 

“What?!” Wei Wuxian’s gaze flew up to meet Jiang Wanyin’s. He saw a smirk on his adoptive brother’s face. 

“You heard me,” Jiang Wanyin shot back. “General.” 

“But I’m an omega,” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

“Who gives a damn about your second gender?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. “You just took an entire town with seventy five men, I’d be called an idiot if I didn’t make you a general. Or worse, someone would steal you. So I won’t have you weaseling out of this.” He pointed a finger in warning. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet. “Jiang Cheng, you won’t regret this.” 

“There is one condition,” Jiang Wanyin crossed his arms. His face doing the best imitation of the scowling look Empress Yu was known for. 

“Anything,” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

“If you ever knock me out with your scent again,” Jiang Wanyin’s back straightened as he glowered. “I will have you executed for treason.” 

“I can handle that,” Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“Good,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. “That’s settled then. Now, go get cleaned up. We’ve got a meeting to discuss our formations for tomorrow, and I won’t have you smelling like a dead cat.” 

“Which way to the nearest body of water, sir?” Wei Wuxian mock saluted. 

“I’ll have someone bring a bath in for you,” Jiang Wanyin replied. “I’ve got someone working on finding a tent for you, you can bunk here until we do. I can sleep with the men.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of sharing a tent,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“Well, it’s not exactly like we’ve got any omegas for you to share with.” Jiang Wanyin shot back. “If you’ve been sharing with your own men, that stops now. I don’t want to give anyone free gossip.” 

“I only shared with an omega we rescued,” Wei Wuxian assured his brother. “Which,” He sucked in a deep breath as he realized that fact. “Brings me to another piece of information.” 

“We don’t have all day,” Jiang Wanyin stated when Wei Wuxian’s pause went on for too long. 

“The omega we rescued from a Wen camp,” Wei Wuxian started. “His name is Wen Qionglin.” 

“As in?” 

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Before you get angry,” He held up his hands. “They charged him for treason when he tried to stop a captain from murdering an entire building. If the charge wasn’t enough, well they left him to the whims of the men.” 

“Bastards,” Jiang Wanyin’s face soured. 

“He’s a sweet boy,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “But with him comes his sister, Wen Qing. She’s an incredibly talented doctor.” 

“Why do I sense there’s a but coming along?” Jiang Wanyin’s eyes narrowed. 

“She is technically in line for the Wen Throne,” Wei Wuxian chringed. “I mean, the fact that she joined my rag tag group because her brother wanted to stay is proof she isn’t a bad Wen. I realize this might cause some friction here, especially with some of the other leaders.” 

“Do you trust them?” Jiang Wanyin questioned as he crossed his arms. 

“I do,” Wei Wuxian nodded.

“Then we’ll make it work,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “It’s probably not going to be easy.” A hand reached up to rub at his temple. 

“They’re worth the trouble,” Wei Wuxian assured him. “Wen Qing’s saved the lives of over half my men, and for once I’m not exaggerating.” 

Their conversation was disrupted by a young boy ducking his head into the tent.

“Someone called for a bath?” He questioned. 

“Set it up over there,” Jiang Wanyin motioned to a section of the tent. The area was sectioned off by curtains. “I’ve got to meet with some of our commanders before the meeting to know our exact numbers. Head to the big tent we were in yesterday when you’re finished cleaning up, I can try to catch you up on some logistics. Like the forms we’ve been running with the Yunmeng troops.” 

“Yes, sir!” Wei Wuxian saluted with only the smallest amount of teasing in his tone. 

“Don’t be late, General Wei.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Oh!” He realized as Jiang Wanyin moved to leave. “The two men who came with me.”

“Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. “They’re still here, they said they were waiting for your orders.” 

“I should probably send them back to Baling,” Wei Wuxian thought aloud. “They’re both capable men and Zhong Delun could probably use the help.” 

“We actually got word from your man,” Jiang Wanyin replied. “He says ten men were lost, but you continue to hold Baling. The only supplies you might need is a few more casks of ale.” 

“I’ll speak with Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen before the meeting,” Wei Wuxian ducked out of the way as the young boy returned with buckets of water. “If Zhong Delun’s holding Baling, their skills could be useful on the battlefield.” 

“Well trained are they?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“Xiao Xingchen trained under Baoshen Sanren,” Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“Isn’t that?”
“The same master as my mother,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Which makes him my shishu.” 

“Only you would manage to find family while a war is on,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“The bath is ready,” The young boy informed them. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“I’ll see you when you finish,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. 

“Oh, if you're in the habit of procuring things for me,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “A pair of red robes.” 

“Another appearance of the ‘Yiling Laozu’?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. “Or did you find a mate as well as an uncle?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian winced the moment the protest came flying out of his mouth as a knee jerk reaction. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyes narrow slightly. Wei Wuxian clasped his hands behind his back, his fingers absentmindedly running over the worn ribbon. “I mean, the Yiling Laozu does help break ranks. In reality, I don’t have to be good at laundry when I wear red.” He winked, trying to cover his mistake. 

“You’re back to civilization now,” Jiang Wanyin eyed him. “You don’t have to do your own laundry any more.” 

“I’ll take red all the same,” Wei Wuxian winked. 

“Red and purple,” Jiang Wanyin shot back. Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“Of course,” He nodded. 

“I’ve got some spare robes that should fit you in the meantime,” Jiang Wanyin nodded to a chest. “Help yourself, since your under robes look like they got shredded by a cat.” 

“Well, embroidery and sewing were never my strong suits.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Who knew those lessons Empress Yu forced me into would actually have been useful?” 

“At least you paid attention to military strategy,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. He turned to leave, pausing. “I still haven’t gotten their bodies.” 

Wei Wuxian crossed the distance, squeezing his shoulder. 

“We will.” 

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“He’s insane.” 

The biting words of the Jin cousin, who’s name just couldn’t stick in Wei Wuxian’s mind, followed him to the front lines. Not in the way their speaker had intended, however. Instead they were like sparks of electricity, the drive to prove the man wrong.  Nie Zonghui was lining up with his men, yet was he being called insane? Wei Wuxian tightened the bracer on his left arm, the presence of the white ribbon underneath reminding him just how nervous he was. He’d never brought it into battle before, he hadn’t wanted to risk it. But this was the day he’d finally put Yiling to rest. 

He’d never fought on a battlefield before. Sneaking into camps, jumping out of trees, his heat rampages, none of them were even close to a traditional setting. Watching the men line up into formations, knowing the Wen troops were doing the same on the other side of the battlefield was maddening. Prior to this he had always been in control, he decided when their attacks officially started. This was, no pun intended, an even playing field. 

“You two don’t have to come with me,” Wei Wuxian glanced at Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen. “The front lines can be dangerous.” He added tightening his other bracer. 

Jiang Wanyin had gone the extra mile in getting him red robes. Everything, from the boots to the bracers, were a shade of red. The only thing that wasn't red, was the deep purple vest over it all. Embroidered on the back was the nine petaled lotus of the Jiang’s, matching the medallion that once again hung from Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

“Yet here you are,” Xiao Xingchen replied, a small smile on his face. “Leading the charge.” 

“Insane,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“Brave,” Song Zichen replied. Wei Wuxian looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Wei Wuxian, look around,” Xiao Xingchen’s head turned. His own gaze traveling to the men around them. Wei Wuxian’s followed behind, looking at the faces of the men around him. A few were openly staring, others hurrying to check over their equipment one last time. “They’re all afraid, the front lines always take heavy casualties. For you to willingly choose to be here, to fight alongside them instead of directing them from a tent or a horse. It means something to them.” 

“Yeah, that I’m a stupid omega trying to play war.” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“We both know you don’t believe that,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “You’re trying so hard to prove yourself that you’ve overlooked the obvious.” 

“And what am I missing?” Wei Wuxian sighed, crossing his arms. 

“You’ve focused your energy on becoming the Yiling Laozu. Using it to discourage the Wens,” Xiao Xingchen looked at him. “You’ve overlooked how your own story could affect these men. A man returned from the dead, escaping the Wens. You’re proof the Wens are not the end. You could be a symbol of hope to them.” 

“That sounds ridiculous,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “I’m not a symbol.” 

“Then why are you wearing red robes?” Song Zichen spoke softly. Wei Wuxian’s head whipped to look at him. 

“Go talk to a few of them,” Xiao Xingchen prodded him. 

Wei Wuxian sighed, tugging at his bracers again. He glanced out over the formation, stopping when he saw a young man. His chest quickly rising and falling, his eye darting around as his hand fumbled to grip his weapons. He couldn’t be any younger than Wei Wuxian was, an eighteen year old scared to death. 

“Hey,” He paused next to the man. He jumped, his hand gripping his spear even tighter. “What’s your name?” 

“Sun Qing,” The young man managed to get out. 

“First time?” Wei Wuxian questioned, his gaze flickering out to look over what was soon to be a battlefield. 

“Yes,” Sun Qing nodded. 

“Mine too,” Wei Wuxian breathed out. 

“But everyone says,” Sun Qing started, only to trail off. 

“What does everyone say?” Wei Wuxian tilted his head as he looked at him. 

“You’ve led attacks against the Wens,” Sun Qing replied. “That you took Baling.” 

“That was different,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “We struck without warning, using their surprise to our advantage. This,” He breathed looking out over the field. “Feels completely different.” 

“Still, you’ve faced the Wens.” Sun Qing stepped forward slightly. “You’ve beaten them!” 

“Doesn’t make it any easier,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “You got someone waiting for you back home?” 

“I hope so,” Sun Qing swallowed. “The Wens took over my village.” 

“What about you?” Wei Wuxian asked the man next to him. 

“A fiance,” The man perked up. “Want to see him?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian smiled, stepping over. “He’s very handsome,” He smiled as he saw a cheaply made drawing. “Anyone else?” 

“I’ve got a baby on the way!” 

“My mate and I just got married.” 

Wei Wuxian didn’t know how long he spent listening to the men’s stories. Looking at attempts at portraits, some of which were actually well done. He cracked a few jokes, feeling the tensions of the front lines ease away until they heard the roll of the war drums. 

Then it was like the band had snapped back in place. Wei Wuxian slid to the front line, Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen flanking him. He bounced on the balls of his feet, taking a deep breath as the first volley of arrows flew. Then he heard it, the shift in the drums. The order to charge. 

Wei Wuxian flew like an arrow, tearing across the battlefield like a red blur. As his blade met the first Wens, and he went slashing into the next he was surprised to find the same chaos he’d grown accustomed to. He carved through the Wen’s ranks like a finely honed blade, the smell of burning peppercorns leaching out of him. The adrenaline pumping through his system rivaled that he’d learned to associate with his heats. Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen spun around him like a storm of black and white, and behind them an army.

And just when he felt his energy begin to drain, he saw him. 

Wen Zhuliu. 

“Where is he,” He growled as he felt white hot rage flood into his system. His scent grew hotter than he’d ever smelt it before, it almost felt like he could see the air distorting from it. 

“Lord Wei,” Wen Zhuliu acknowledged him, swiftly pulling a blade out of an enemy. 

“Where is he!” Wei Wuxian flew at him. 

“Dead,” Wen Zhuliu replied, deadpan as always. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian growled, successfully landing the first blow. It sent Wen Zhuliu reeling, rushing to defend from the next blow. “I know he’s alive.” The words came from somewhere deep within him, a hope he’d been struggling to crush refueled by his rage. 

“Foolish,” Wen Zhuliu replied. 

“Better than a liar,” Wei Wuxian growled, quickly blocking Wen Zhuliu’s attacks. 

His rage reacted before his mind could, seeing an opening and taking it. His blade sunk into Wen Zhuliu’s chest, the man letting out an uncharacteristic groan. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened, a panic flooding into his system as he realized. 

“No,” He breathed. He grabbed the front of Wen Zhuliu’s robes. “Where is he,” He pleaded. “Tell me where he is. I know he’s alive.”

He watched a huff of laughter rattle from Wen Zhuliu. Blood spilled past his lips as he pushed himself further onto the sword. A sardonic smile grew on his face as he drew closer to Wei Wuxian. 

“He’s as good as dead.” Wen Zhuliu shoved him. The blade tearing out of his chest from the force. Wei Wuxian could only stare as the man fell to his knees, his last breath leaving his chest. 

He heard a scream rip from his lips, twisted by rage and sorrow. He swung his blade, cutting cleanly through Wen Zhuliu’s neck. His hand dug into the man’s hair as he tore it off his body. He seethed as he held it, torn between smashing it to pieces or throwing it as far as he could. He could feel the tears pricking the back of his eyes, but he wasn’t sure if they were fueled by rage or disappointment.

It was the sound of cheering that cut through his rage. His chest heaved as he looked around, registering the sight around him. Men in purple, green, white and gold were thrusting their blades towards the sky. The Wens that were still standing were fleeing, a small number to compare with the expanse of bodies dead on the ground. The rage was still gnawing away in his chest. He could feel it pushing him to chase after those fleeing, to drive his blade through them. Like their deaths would help fill the void. 

“Wei Wuxian,” Xiao Xingchen called his name. Wei Wuxian jumped as he turned, finding Xiao Xingchen supported by his mate. A hand gingerly holding a wound on his side. “It’s over, let them go.” 

Wei Wuxian swayed, letting his sword point drop to the ground. His gaze dropped to the head in his hand, a feeling of disgust washing over him as he let it drop. He slid the sword back into its sheath, hurrying over to Xiao Xingchen. 

“Come on, let’s get you to a medic.” He moved to the other side of Xiao Xingchen, taking on some of the man’s weight. He subtly wiped his eyes as he did, hoping the tears hadn’t actually spilled over. Once he had, he pressed his hand to wound on Xiao Xingchen’s side to keep pressure on it.

“I’ve had worse,” Xiao Xingchen offered drily. It didn’t stop a small groan escaping him as Wei Wuxian took his free arm. 

“That’s usually my line,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as they started moving. The rage slowly ebbing, leaving him feeling empty as usual. 

He focused on getting Xiao Xingchen back, trying to ignore the men that were cheering all around him. It was hard not to notice the revenant glances in his direction, the small crowd forming behind him as they made their way back to the camp. The hushed whispers of ‘Yiling Laozu’ falling from their lips. 

“Wuxian!” 

Jiang Wanyin’s voice bellowed across the battlefield. Wei Wuxian’s head jerked up, a grin spreading across his face as he saw his adoptive brother. He showed signs of the battle, but not as heavily as the men following Wei Wuxian. 

“Medic,” Jiang Wanyin called as his eyes flickered to Xiao Xingchen. A small group with a stretcher came hurrying over. Wei Wuxian moved out from under Xiao Xingchen’s arm, giving them access as Song Zichen helped his mate onto the stretcher. 

The moment he was free Wei Wuxian found himself crushed in a hug from Jiang Wanyin. Wei Wuxian groaned as he squeezed around the forming bruises. It caused Jiang Wanyin to release him almost instantly, holding on to his shoulder as he peered at him. 

“Are you okay? Do you need a medic?” 

“I just fought a battle,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at his brother. “Of course I’m going to be a bit sore.” He reached out to punch Jiang Wanyin lightly in the shoulder. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Jiang Wanyin assured him. “I heard that you killed Wen Zhuliu?” He added in a lower tone. 

“He’s dead,” Wei Wuxian nodded, reaching out to squeeze his brother’s shoulder. “I killed him.” He watched a breath of relief escape Jiang Wanyin. “I know you wanted to do it-” 

“I’m glad you killed him,” Jiang Wanyin interrupted. “That it was someone from Yunmeng.” 

“We’re going to drive them back,” Wei Wuxian assured Jiang Wanyin. “I’m not going to stop until I see you on the Lotus Throne, where you belong.” 

“You know, after seeing what you did out there,” Jiang Wanyin nodded back to the battlefield. “I think it might be sooner than I thought.” 

“Attempt the impossible,” Wei Wuxian recited. “I bet we’ll be standing in Lotus Pier within a year.” 

“You think?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “With us reunited, the Wen’s don’t stand a chance.” 

Chapter Text

Wei Wuxian had expected adjustment issues with joining a real military camp. What he didn’t expect was his involvement in the battle against the Wens to help pave the way for him. Apparently, the amount of damage he’d done on the battlefield was ‘impressive’, especially for an omega. It meant those that felt he had no reason to be in the camp had to hold their tongues. Instead, the biggest issue was adjusting to the rigid military structure. 

Starting with having to wake up for the morning strategy meetings. 

“I see Lord Wei has decided to grace us with his presence,” The Jin Cousin sneered as Wei Wuxian stumbled into the tent. 

“I apologize,” Wei Wuxian saluted to the higher ranking members, specifically Emperor Lan and Jiang Wanyin. “I haven’t quite adjusted to the new schedule yet.” He saw Jiang Wanyin roll his eyes, but at least he refrained from remarking that Wei Wuxian had never adjusted to the morning schedule of Lotus Pier. 

“Understandable,” Lan Xichen nodded to him. “I understand that you often struck at night with your group, and we convene quite early.” 

“Not to mention demons are creatures of the night,” Nie Zonghui snorted. Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

HIs performance on the battlefield had caused the myth of the Yiling Laozu to be reborn. A demon in service to the Jiang Family, who wouldn’t rest until the rightful heir to Yunmeng had been restored on the Lotus Throne.  So to keep up the illusion, he started wearing red constantly. A large nine petal lotus embroidered into the back of each of his robes. 

“We were actually hoping for your insight,” Lan Xichen smiled at him. The strange smile that was constantly present one that still never sat right with Wei Wuxian. “The Wens put most of their effort into this last attack, leaving them weak to incursions until they can get reinforcements.” 

“Making it an excellent time to attack,” Jiang Wanyin picked up. “To finally be able to push back.” 

“With your experience taking out supply lines, we’d value your input.” Lan Xichen smiled at Wei Wuxian. 

“I’m assuming you want to go after this supply line, since without the supply line to Baling they’re relying on it completely.” Wei Wuxian pointed to the one on the map. “Since we’ve taken Baling and cleared the road from here, it’ll be fairly easy to get behind their front lines from Baling. Once we cut that supply line, it will cripple the forces still here in Chongyang.”

“Our thoughts exactly,” Nie Zonghui nodded. Wei Wuxian scanned the map, thinking over all his tactics as he looked at the placement. 

“What day is it?” He looked up. Saw looks of confusion go round the table. It was Jiang Wanyin who finally spoke up, giving him the date. Wei Wuxian felt a smile grow on his face, at least that explained why he was starving. With the push to take Baling he’d almost forgotten about his heat completely. “I’ll handle it.” 

“Are you planning to take a force to take them out?” Nie Zonghui questioned. “With your men in Baling, you’ll need to requisition the men-” 

“I’ll just need Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen,” Wei Wuxian stopped him. “None of your men will be affected,” He assured him.

“Three men to take out a whole camp?” The Jin cousin questioned. “Aren’t you getting a bit full of yourself?” 

“We’ve done this before,” Wei Wuxian replied, focusing on the people in the room that were actually listening to him. “It’ll take me six to seven days max, but the whole supply line should be gone by the time I’m done.” 

“And lose our chance?” The Jin Cousin sneered. 

“Trust me,” Wei Wuxian said to Jiang Wanyin. He saw him take a deep breath. 

“If he says he can do it I believe him,” Jiang Wanyin turned to Lan Xichen. 

“Give me three days,” Wei Wuxian backed him out. “Proceed along the same route we’ll take, check on our progress. I can teach you some of the cons we use to take out camps, most of them require an omega but I can run you through the few that don’t.” 

Wei Wuxian ran them through a few of his schemes, ignoring the sarcastic and down right rude comments from the Jin cousin. At least the rest of the room seemed to respect his plans, Nie Zonghui didn’t even call them underhanded. Still, Wei Wuxian could feel the tension in the room. 

“Well, we’ve learned to trust your judgement,” Lan Xichen spoke, a strained smile on his face. “Would you like us to send some men to greet you when you’re done?” 

“Horses sent to meet us would actually be great,” Wei Wuxian realized. He’d never had the ability to order support at the end of a rampage. He nodded to Jiang Wanyin. “If that’s all, we’ll be leaving as soon as possible.”  

The meeting broke, leaving Wei Wuxian to beeline to Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen. His mind raced through the logistics, he had two days until his heat would fully kick in. He couldn’t start feeling exhausted, but if they pushed through the night they could set up camp near the first camp they needed to hit. He could rest the day before and load up on food. 

“Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin hurried after him, cutting through his planning. “What are you planning?” He hissed as he came up beside him. 

“Trust me,” Wei Wuxian asked him. He saw Jiang Wanyin waver. “A-Cheng,” He stepped closer, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “It’s a lot to explain and I don’t have the time to do it now.” 

“Then explain on the way,” Jiang Wanyin replied. 

“It’s to-” 

“Dangerous?” Jiang Wanyin crossed his arms. “Then take more men.” 

“It doesn’t work like that,” Wei Wuxian groaned. He had a procedure for his heats, not to mention there was a chance he'd rip Jiang Wanyin's head off. 

“Wuxian, you have to give me something.” Jiang Wanyin hissed. 

“Jiang Cheng, you are the only one who can take over the Yunmeng throne,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “This isn’t sneaking out of Lotus Pier! You can’t be running around with me behind enemy lines! You’re staying here and that is final.” 

Wei Wuxian stalked off. He had to move quickly if he wanted to beat Jiang Wanyin, knowing this wasn’t the end of their conversation. Thanks to Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen they were out the gate within the hour. 

They pushed the horses hard, switching them out when they arrived in Baling. They lingered long enough to check in, updating Zhong Delun on the fact that Lord Baling was alive and on route with troops. Then they grabbed the usual heat rampage supplies before taking back off. They arrived at their planned campsite ahead of time, leaving Wei Wuxian to curl up next to a log and stuff his face as he cursed his cramps. By morning the cramps would be drowned out by the rage, the need for blood. It didn’t stop them from being annoying today. 

“Perhaps Crown Prince Jiang should have been able to come with us,” Xiao Xingchen broached the topic. Wei Wuxian groaned as he curled in tighter on himself, his teeth gnawing at the bone he’d long picked the meat off of. 

“He’s an unbonded alpha,” Wei Wuxian replied. “The same reason why Wen Qing can’t come.” 

Much to her disappointment, although what she could learn from Wei Wuxian and his heat ‘caretakers’ helped lessen the blow. He knew it was all to help Wen Qionglin. 

So he dealt with her in-depth questions. He tried to put the feeling of reverting to something more primal into words. How his thoughts seemed to fade, overridden by emotions of rage and longing. His actions became a blur. He knew from Wen Qing’s reactions that she was less than thrilled with his responses. So he sat through detailed reports by whoever followed him on his rampages, listening to what he barely remembered doing. 

He wondered if it should upset him more. Going on rampages he barely remembered, waking up covered in blood from head to toe, his robes lost somewhere along the way. The metallic taste of blood that took jars of wine to wash out of his mouth. A feeling of emptiness that took even longer to shake. In the end, he tried not to dwell on it. It was merely another tool for him to use, and that was it. 

“Crown Prince Jiang is unbonded, but he is part of your pack.” Xiao Xingchen replied. “Perhaps he would have been safe.” 

“And if I kill my best friend, who happens to be the only heir to Yunmeng?” Wei Wuxian shot back at him. “He’s safer far away from me for the next few days.” 

“Have you thought your concern is actually what he’ll think about you once he discovers this?” Xiao Xingchen questioned. Wei Wuxian sighed, throwing his bone aside as he reached out for an apple nearby. 

“Have you considered your desire to be my conscience is a sign you and Song Zichen need a child?” Wei Wuxian muttered as he bit into the apple. 

“We’ve discussed it,” Xiao Xingchen replied. Wei Wuxian’s gaze was instantly pulled up, finding a small smile on Xiao Xingchen’s face. He sighed as he took another bite out of his apple. He’d countered his snark with truth, making him feel shitty. He pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his knees as he clutched them to his chest.

“Jiang Cheng will just see me as broken,” He picked at the apple skin. “That this is just another thing the Wens did to me.” 

“You haven’t talked to him about your time in Yiling,” Xiao Xingchen prodded. 

“Tell him what? That Wen Chao tried to rape me day after day?” Or that he almost succeeded in the end? Wei Wuxian shook his head, the apple falling out of his shaking hands.  “That I freak out every time I smell pine? That I’m broken?” 

“You aren’t broken,” Song Zichen spoke. 

“Then why does it feel like I am!?” He snapped, his scent flooding out of him in a torrid of emotions. A shifting bouquet of peppercorn, cloves, fennel and star anise drowning out the cinnamon that marked his calmer scents. He took a deep breath, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes as he reeled his scent back in. Humming a soft refrain under his breath to help him do it. 

“I’ve got a long haul in front of me,” He muttered once he had. “I’m going to get some sleep,” He got to his feet heading to his tent. Avoiding looking at the other two. 

“Wei Wuxian, we are here if you ever want to talk.” Xiao Xingchen called after him. It made him pause at the entrance of his tent. “And I’m sure your brother will be as well.” 

Wei Wuxian let the tent flap fall shut behind him. He fell into the bed roll, curling up. As he closed his eyes, he brought his wrist to his nose. The frayed ribbon no longer held any trace of the scent, but it’s mere presence brought it to mind. He bit off a bitter laugh, was he so weak that he needed the memory of an alpha to keep him together? He buried his hands in his hair, praying he wasn’t going to cry. 

He couldn’t afford to deal with this now. He had to take down the Wens and help reclaim Yunmeng in the name of the Jiangs. If he started picking at the scab, he knew he was going to break. It was the same reason he didn’t poke at the empty hole in his chest, he didn’t have time to put his pieces back in place. 

All of that faded from his mind as the sun rose, fading into the rage that made his blood sing in his veins. The last thing he remembered was stumbling past Song Zichen on his way out, muttering under his breath as he handed him his ribbon. 

When his thoughts returned to him he was in the forest, curled up in the roots of a tree. He staggered out of the roots, glancing around the forest. He was naked, covered in blood, but that was hardly surprising. His sword was nowhere to be seen, with some luck Xiao Xingchen or Song Zichen would have recovered it from wherever he lost it. He took a breath, picking up on the scent of a campfire. 

He shuffled his way in it’s direction, his body protesting from the extremes he’d pushed it to. It wasn’t any worse than the toll of a regular heat, just a soreness in a different area. He took another breath as the campfire scent grew stronger, the smell of chili peppers letting him know it was the right direction. 

He stumbled into the camp, his eyes zeroing in on the soup on the fire. He barely registered the presence of other people, or that there were more than it should have been. He blinked as he came to a stop in front of the stew, staring into the bubbling liquid. The warmth of the fire seeping into his sore body. 

“He’ll need to eat and drink first,” Xiao Xingchen’s voice filtered in. “I’m behind you,” His voice added, closer to him. It was followed by the feeling of a robe settling over his shoulders. A bowl of soup was pressed into his hands shortly after. 

“He’s still in shock from coming out of his heat,” His voice went on to explain, but Wei Wuxian was lost in the process of shoveling the soup into his mouth. 

A low hum altered him to Song Zichen’s presence, the now empty bowl refilled. 

“He does this every heat?” A voice questioned. 

“Since we’ve known him,” Xiao Xingchen nodded in reply. 

Wei Wuxian’s focus tuned out their conversation, and soon he’d gone through the entire pot of soup. Despite that, an emptiness still gnawed at his stomach. He turned his attention to the wine jar being handed to him. He gargled the first mouthful, the cheap wine helping to clear out the metallic copper taste that was still lingering. 

“Is there a water source nearby?” He finally managed to croak. 

“A stream,” Song Zichen spoke softly, pointing off.  He offered him the rest of a folded pile of robes. “Take your time.” 

Wei Wuxian nodded as he took them, shuffling off in the direction he’d been pointed. The cold water was a welcome shock to his system. He scrubbed himself from head to toe, feeling a bit more human with each inch he uncovered. He wrapped the clean robes around himself, taking a deep breath. He was met with the scent of soft rain, creeping down from the campsite. 

He supposed they were doing this. 

He picked his way back up to the campsite. Song Zichen was lingering at the edge of the camp, while Xiao Xingchen conversed in a low tone with the crowd that had gathered. He took a deep breath as he saw the agitated form of Jiang Wanyin. He wasn’t thrilled at the sight of Lan Xichen next to him either, but at least it wasn’t that awful Jin cousin. 

Song Zichen held out his hand as Wei Wuxian got closer. Wei Wuxian’s came up, a nod in thanks as the frayed white ribbon was deposited into his hand. His thumb rubbed over the last remains of the embroidery as he breathed. He wrapped it around his wrist as he steeled himself for the conversation he was about to have. 

“I assume you have questions,” He spoke as he crossed to where the others were standing. He sat down on one of the logs around the fire, preparing himself for the whirlwind of yelling that was about to happen. 

“Xiao Xingchen explained some of it,” Jiang Wanyin swallowed in a way that almost looked nervous. Wei Wuxian waited, but Jiang Wanyin said nothing more.  He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t demand an explanation. In many ways Wei Wuxian wished he would, at least he’d know how to deal with it. 

“The Crown Prince decided to ignore our warnings,” Xiao Xingchen spoke softly as he sat. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “Therefore he got to witness some effects of your heat first hand.” 

“Did I hurt you?” Wei Wuxian felt panic flood through every inch of him. His eyes quickly darted over every inch of his adoptive brother. 

“No!” Jiang Wanyin quickly protested in reply. “You didn’t, it was just.” He paused. “Eye opening.”

“Did you,” Wei Wuxian trailed off as he glanced at Lan Xichen. 

“No,” Lan Xichen replied. “I arrived only yesterday, when Crown Prince Jiang saw how effectively you were clearing out the supply line he sent word. I brought a force to attack the remaining Wen forces on the Chongyang front, allowing us to attack from both sides. I have been,” He paused glancing at the three alphas. “Informed.” 

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath. He could feel his body starting to shake. His fingers naturally moved to rub at the ribbon on his wrist as he tried to keep everything together. Once he’d focused, he looked up at them. Locking in on Jiang Wanyin. 

“I know what I do during my heats is,” He paused to take a deep breath, his gaze falling away from Jiang Wanyin. “Barbaric, animalistic even. It’s just,” He sighed running a hand through his damp hair. “I figured this was actually useful, instead of just hiding away in a tent.” 

“This is why they call you a demon,” Jiang Wanyin said. It pulled Wei Wuxian’s gaze up from the ground. “The Wens.” 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he nodded, his fingers going back to worry at the ribbon. 

“It-” He had to pause to take another breath. “It started in Yiling. I don’t know how, but instead of my usual heat I could sate it with killing Wens.” 

“Does it have something to do with Wen Chao?” Jiang Wanyin questioned, the distaste clear in his voice. “I saw the brand.” 

The words only made the nerves in Wei Wuxian’s body worse. He took a shuddering breath as he leaned forward. He raised the ribbon to his nose as he curled in on himself, taking a shuddering breath. His eyes shut for a moment, and briefly he could feel a hand carding through his hair. A soft melody being hummed. Slowly he felt his body come back under his control. 

“No, the brand is something else.” He managed to choke out as his eyes opened. He could raise his gaze from the ground. “Wen Qing has been trying to figure this out, but I’m afraid she’s as clueless as I am.” 

“Wen Qing, that’s the doctor you recruited.” Jiang Wanyin replied. “Gusu has a large library, have you ever heard or read about something like this?” 

“The closest thing that comes to mind is an omega going feral,” Lan Xichen replied, reminding Wei Wuxian that he was there. That he was here watching him fall to bits. “Ferality is usually in defense of a mate or child. I’ve also never heard of a feral omega instigating attacks, they attack only if they feel threatened.” 

“Doctor Wen has considered it,” Xiao Xingchen spoke up. “The fact the behavior has confined itself to his heats, and restarts regardless of where we are conflicts with the nature of ferality.” He quickly devolved into further explanations. 

Wei Wuxian let him explain, since he was often the one offering the information on his heat rampages to Doctor Wen. He focused on controlling himself, getting his shaking down to something minimal. He fought with it, but he managed to get his gaze to raise from the ground. Thankfully, both Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin’s attention was on Xiao Xingchen. He nodded in thanks as Song Zichen offered him another jar of wine. 

“So this Doctor Wen is trying to figure out how to harness this? Recreate it in other omegas,” Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed. 

“Not to that extent,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “She hopes to figure out a way to reduce the sexual nature of heats.” 

“Although a whole army of rampaging omegas would be pretty useful,” Wei Wuxian made an attempt at humor. “How much of the supply line did I get through?” He changed the subject. 

“Enough to make us worry we’d go too far,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “Forces are rallying to take out the largest camp at the Chongyang front. We may join them once you are feeling ready for it.” 

“Do we have horses?” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“We do,” Xiao Xingchen nodded. Wei Wuxian sighed as he rubbed his face. He could feel how tired his body was. His mini breakdown hadn’t done anything to help either. If they got on those horses now, Wen Qing would finally be able to say ‘I told you so’ when he fell off of it asleep. 

“A few hours of sleep and I should be good to go,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I’ll ride ahead to rendezvous with our forces,” Lan Xichen nodded. 

“We’ll start breaking down camp,” Xiao Xingchen nodded. He turned to Wei Wuxian. “Take the tent.” 

Wei Wuxian avoided looking at Jiang Wanyin as he headed for his tent. The simple structure meant it was the easiest to take down, another planned element of his heat rampages. He fell into his bedroll, curling up as he pressed the ribbon to his forehead. 

“Is he okay?” He heard Jiang Wanyin’s voice.

“He’s still the boy you grew up with,” Xiao Xingchen’s soft voice replied. 

“I know that,” Jiang Wanyin’s voice snapped. He heard Jiang Wanyin’s tell tale sigh, a sign he knew he’d snapped unjustly. “I meant physically.” 

“He’s gone several days with little sleep and food,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “A bit of both and he’ll be fine.” 

“He worried,” Song Zichen’s voice sounded. “That you’d see him differently.” 

“That idiot,” Jiang Wanyin huffed. “He’ll always be my brother, nothing will ever change that.” Wei Wuxian squeezed his eyes closed, fighting the tears pricking them. “If only he would get that through the thick skull of his.”

“We are well acquainted with Lord Wei’s unique sense of self worth,” Xiao Xingchen spoke softly, almost too soft for Wei Wuxian to make out. 

“Has he talked to you,” Jiang Wanyin sniffed, followed by the sound that meant he was trying not to cry. It made the tears pricking Wei Wuxian's eyes harder to blink back. “About Yiling?” 

“No,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “We’ve gathered bits and pieces, the men that were there remain rather tight lipped. They are very protective of him.” 

“Men that were there?” Jiang Wanyin pressed. 

“Are you familiar with the garrison in which Lord Wei was captured?” 

“He-” Jiang Wanyin’s voice broke. “He did it to let me escape.” 

“His right hand man, Zhong Delun,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “Our Camp Master Cao Yu, and a few others are all survivors of the garrison. Wen Chao marched them to Yiling.” 

“What have you learned?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. Wei Wuxian felt his heartbeat pick up out of panic. 

“I think there are things Lord Wei should tell you himself,” Xiao Xingchen’s reply was like a balm to his panic. “Be patient.” 

“You don’t know my brother,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “It could take years.” 

“Pushing him isn’t going to help,” Xiao Xingchen replied. “If anything it might make him worse.” 

“How am I supposed to help him then?” Jiang Wanyin groaned. 

“By being his brother,” Xiao Xingchen replied. 

“I already do that!” 

“Exactly.” 

Their voices trailed off as they moved away, no doubt to take down the rest of the camp. Wei Wuxian curled a bit tighter as he tried to clear his head. Luckily, the exhaustion kicked in.

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

It was one of those days where Wei Wuxian’s nerves were on edge. Jiang Yanli had always called them her phony heat days. Wei Wuxian just took it as a sign he was spending too much time with stupid military bureaucracy and alphas.  Particularly alphas who thought throwing their scents around would make people listen to their ideas. 

It didn’t help that their ability to make a decision seemed to be dragging on forever. They’d finally pushed back against the Wens, but now they were drowning in ‘military protocol’ before they could move camp. It had been nearly a month, and they hadn’t moved other than a few excursions to make sure the Wens didn’t encroach on the territory they took. Wei Wuxian was used to being able to break camp and move at the drop of a hat. He understood a larger camp took more time to move, but this was ridiculous. They should be chasing the Wens by now.

“Doctor Wen has been most useful in offering information on how to counter Wen poisons,” Lan Xichen’s voice cut through Wei Wuxian’s mental rant. He jerked out of it, nodding to the man in question. 

His own men had joined the forces at Chongyang a week and a half ago, when Lord Baling returned to take over Baling. Just as he’d strived to make it clear he deserved a position in this camp, the Wen siblings were doing the same. But overcoming a second gender was easier to do than overcoming a family name. Luckily, Wen Qing’s skills were proving too valuable to the armies to carry a grudge. 

 “With permission, I’d like to have her train some of our healers. Some of her techniques could save lives.” Lan Xichen pressed on. 

“I’ll ask,” Wei Wuxian replied. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to.” 

“Still doesn’t feel right, having Wens in the camp.” The Jin cousin muttered. 

“You won’t have to worry about it when we move,” Wei Wuxian snapped back. “Since the Jin will be holding Chongyang.” 

He heard a laugh barely covered by a cough from Jiang Wanyin. For as much as the Jin cousin threw his weight around, his words were starting to just become that, words. Lanling was the only kingdom not to have suffered an attack from the Wens, and it was making Emperor Jin slow to act. He’d provided the troops promised to Jiang Wanyin, but on his own he sent just enough forces to be honorable. He split them between the Hejian front under Crown Prince Jin Zixuan and in Chongyang under his cousin. Emperor Jin himself was lazily keeping a front at Lanya. Each of the armies were getting reinforcements now that they were pushing forward, all except the Jin. 

It was the noose around the Jin cousin’s neck. He couldn’t lose any men, because he couldn’t replace them. If he joined them in their push forward, he risked slowly losing the numbers he flaunted. So he’d done the smart thing, offering to hold Chongyang. An offer that both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin had privately celebrated.

“At least I have enough men of my own to hold it.” The Jin Cousin huffed. 

“It’s not the size of the army but how you use it,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Which leads to-“

“You’d know about that,” The cousin muttered, loud enough to interrupt Wei Wuxian. 

Suddenly it felt like the entire tent dropped a few degrees. Wei Wuxian could feel Jiang Wanyin practically vibrating with anger next to him. His acrid scent flashing out. He felt his nerves go further on edge as a metallic scent belonging to the Jin spiked. 

“I would, since my specialty is guerrilla tactics,” Wei Wuxian offered a sardonic smile to the cousin. He turned back to Lan Xichen and Nie Zonghui. “I know it has no tactical purpose,” He led with a glance to Jiang Wanyin. 

“We’d like to retake Lotus Pier,” Jiang Wanyin finished with a nod. “Our next push will put us in range.” 

“We think that it would be a blow to Wen army’s morale,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “While boosting that of the Yunmeng troops.” 

“I think that is an excellent suggestion,” Lan Xichen agreed with a strained smile in an effort to keep the meeting civil. “We’ve already witnessed first hand how a little morale boost or decline can be helpful. I assume that you wish to lead the attack, Prince Wanyin?” 

“Yes, General Wei and I discussed tactics last night.” Jiang Wanyin nodded. “We believe we’ll be able to take it with just Yunmeng troops. So, once we take Jiangling and establish the front there we’d like to make our attempt.” 

“Gusu will be happy to provide aid if you require it,” Lan Xichen nodded. 

“We’d like to do it on our own,” Jiang Wanyin replied, leaning a bit on the gruff side. 

“But we appreciate the offer,” Wei Wuxian quickly stepped in. 

“I understand,” Lan Xichen nodded. “We have finally found potential spots for us to set up camp near Jiangling, all that is left to do is give orders to start decamping.” 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t hold back his grin at the news. Finally they were moving, it was almost enough to soothe how this meeting was grating on his nerves. There was a roll of agreement around the table, quick logistics on how long it would take to decamp and move being laid out at lightning speed. Before Wei Wuxian knew it, the meeting was ending. 

“General Nie!” Wei Wuxian called to stop the man from taking off. Nie Zonghui paused, giving Wei Wuxian enough time to catch up to him. “I heard that the Nie’s have gathered intel on prison camps? Specifically prisoner logs?” 

“We came into the possession of some when we liberated some larger prison camps on the Hejian front,” Nie Zonghui nodded. “We’ve been creating lists to circulate to increase the chance of displaced families finding each other.” 

“Were you sent one?” Wei Wuxian questioned. His hands clasped behind his back as he rubbed his thumb over the frayed ribbon. 

“I have one back in my tent,” Nie Zonghui nodded. “Is there someone you’re looking for?” 

“There is,” Wei Wuxian nodded. He could practically feel Jiang Wanyin’s eyes on him now. His brother’s questions were still unanswered, but he had yet to ask him to his face. Wei Wuxian was planning on leaving it that way. 

“If you’d like to accompany me now, I can show it to you.” Nie Zonghui offered. 

“That would be great,” Wei Wuxian smiled, moving to follow him. 

“We were going to discuss some tactics while looking at the big map,” Jiang Wanyin sounded behind him. 

“This won’t take long,” Wei Wuxian hesitated. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s brow furrow, but he nodded in agreement. 

It didn’t take long for Wei Wuxian to follow Nie Zonghui back to his tent. Thankfully, the man wasn’t inclined to make conversation. As a result it took Wei Wuxian little time to read through the list. Even with rereading through the section of Lan’s multiple times, as if it would make Lan Zhan’s name magically appear. No matter how hard he tried, he could stamp out the hope that Lan Zhan was still alive somewhere. It still lingered, pushing him to search the face of every prisoner they found. Keeping him alert for any news. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded when he’d finished looking through the list. He hoped his disappointment didn’t show on his face. 

“I’m sorry whoever you're looking for isn’t on the list,” Nie Zonghui inclined his head as he spoke. Apparently Wei Wuxian had not hid it as well as he thought. 

“I wasn’t expecting them to be,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I just can’t keep myself from looking.” 

“War can create the most unique bonds,” Nie Zonghui replied. “I will let you know if I get a new list.” 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded. He turned, ducking out of Nie Zonghui’s tent. 

He hurried back to the war tent. He had a feeling he was already going to get an earful from Jiang Wanyin, delaying would only make it worse. He raised a hand to rub his face, as if he could rub out the disappointment. 

“General Wei, from the looks of it your trip with Nie Zonghui did not bear good news.” Lan Xichen’s voice called. Wei Wuxian paused, turning to find the Emperor to be a few feet away. A graceful hand came up, dismissing his entourage. 

“Your Majesty,” Wei Wuxian nodded in greeting. 

He felt a bit nervous as the Emperor came to a stop near him, the ever present smile on his face. Unlike the other members of the war council, Lan Xichen was a beta. He lacked the easy to read scent, which with his ever present smile made him incredibly hard to read. Wei Wuxian had an easier time reading Lan Zhan’s emotions, and his face had been half hidden under a muzzle and dirt for the entirety of their acquaintance. 

“I’ll admit it was not the outcome I hoped for,” Wei Wuxian pressed on when Lan Xichen made no signs of following his entourage. His eyes flickered to the white ribbon on Lan Xichen’s forehead, he hadn’t had a chance to ask the man about it. “But what I hope for is merely that, hope.” 

“The moment we give up hope, we give up on those we’ve lost.” Lan Xichen inclined his head in response. “I can speak from experience that talking to someone can be helpful.” 

“Did his Majesty lose someone too?” Wei Wuxian questioned, trying not to feel like the man was looking at him from under a magnifying glass.

“My brother was taken during the Wen attack on the Cloud Recesses.” A rare emotion seeped into Lan Xichen’s smile, sadness. His gaze traveled in the direction of Qishan. “They said it was for insurance, so we wouldn’t fight back. I fear what our involvement here has done to him.”

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

“Wangji would have wanted what was best for Gusu,” Lan Xichen sighed. “At least that’s what I tell myself.” He turned back to Wei Wuxian with a smile. “Jiang Wanyin hoped you had survived the garrison attack, that you were on your way to Lanling to reunite with him and the Crown Princess.” 

“I suppose the reality was a bit more dramatic,” Wei Wuxian gave a short huff of laughter. 

“Yes it was,” Lan Xichen smiled in return. “But, his hopes paid off and you stand with us today.” 

“I suppose,” Wei Wuxian sighed, his gaze trailing off to where Lan Xichen had been looking. “He was my cellmate.” He breathed out. “Without him I wouldn’t be here.” In more ways than one, Wei Wuxian thought drily to himself. How long would he have lasted with no one to distract him? He shook the darker thoughts from his head. “And because of me he didn’t get the chance to escape. By the time I was able to return for him, he was gone.” 

“And your hope?”
“That he was just transferred to another prison,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I’m sure he was,” Lan Xichen nodded. The fizz of annoyance buzzing under his skin, only making the headache that was brewing worse.

“No, Your Majesty,” Wei Wuxian turned to look at him.  “The truth is I left him in a cell with Wen Chao’s dead body. I can hope all I want. I can pray he’ll waltz back into my life holding two bottles of Emperor’s Smile, but nothing can change the fact that I left him there to die. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some tactical plans to make with His Highness.” 

Wei Wuxian turned on his heel, not particularly caring that it might be deemed rude. He’d had to spend all morning with a war tent of alphas intent on committing biowarfare with their own scents. The last thing he wanted to do was let a beta talk him into sharing his ‘feelings’. Especially ones he wasn’t entirely sure he understood himself. 

“Wuxian?” Jiang Wanyin questioned as he stormed into the War Tent. The scents that had failed to clear out hitting him like a wall. “Something wrong?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Let's just plan this attack shall we?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked to the war table. “I know we theorized about it back in the day.” 

Wei Wuxian was thankful that Jiang Wanyin followed his lead. Only a little belatedly did he realize he hadn’t asked Lan Xichen about the ribbon he wore. Maybe it could help him track down Lan Zhan. He shook it from his mind as he focused on the map in front of him. They got through their planning, and he was free to slink off to his own quarters. Where, hopefully, he could nurse his headache in peace. 

“Wuxian!” The call of Wen Qing’s voice shot all hopes of that from Wei Wuxian’s mind. He plastered on a smile, which he suspected was beginning to look a lot like Lan Xichen’s, as he turned. “We’re on schedule for packing up, everything should be ready to go by the end of the day.” She informed him. “Tents scheduled to come down tomorrow morning after we’ve slept.” 

“Great,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Oh, Emperor Lan was wondering if you’d be willing to train some of his healers.” He remembered. “I told him I’d ask.” 

“Gusu has some of the best healers here,” Wen Qing crossed her arms. 

“But they aren’t you,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “If you don’t want to do it, I’ll tell him you can’t.” 

“No, I’ll do it.” Wen Qing quickly shook her head. “I was just thinking I probably have more to learn from them.” 

“Well then, ask them to train you in something you want to learn too.” Wei Wuxian sighed. His hand reached up to rub his temple. 

“Long morning?” Wen Qing questioned, her posture shifting into that of an examining healer. “I can smell them all over you.” Her nose wrinkled the moment Wei Wuxian went to lie. 

“I just have a headache,” Wei Wuxian admitted, knowing it would make this whole exchange go a lot quicker. He saw a flash of concern cross Wen Qing’s face.

“From their scents?” Wen Qing’s brow furrowed. Wei Wuxian sighed as her hands reached forward, lifting up his eyelids. He didn’t know what they had to do with a headache, but he didn’t exactly want to get stuck with needles either. 

“I guess?” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“Have you always had that issue?” 

“Can we discuss this inside my tent?” Wei Wuxian sighed. He had a feeling this was going to get personal quickly. They were already attracting glances from soldiers passing by. The last thing he needed was rumors he was a weak bodied omega.

“Usually you fight me tooth and nail.” Wen Qing raised an eyebrow, but nodded towards his tent. 

Wei Wuxian sighed as he ducked in. He’d protested when Jiang Wanyin arranged for him to have his own tent, but he’d quickly learned to appreciate it. Jiang Wanyin apologized for it’s small size, but to Wei Wuxian it was a few feet in which he could hide away. 

“You’ve been lighting incense?” Wen Qing questioned the moment she stepped in.

“Yeah, it helps to block out the neighbors.” He nodded as he dropped onto his cot. “One of them brought a girl back and made quite the stink. It was nice, so I kept it up.” 

“Any reason why you picked the scent?” Wen Qing questioned as she picked one of the sticks up, sniffing it. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian lied. He got an arched eyebrow in response. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Your mystery lover again?” Wen Qing hummed as she came over, her hands reaching out to press against his temples.

“He’s not my lover!” Wei Wuxian huffed, batting her hands away. “I left him to die, Wen Qing. All for what? So that he wouldn’t mark me in my heat?”

“Bonds made in a heat are for life,” Wen Qing replied, her hands returning to his temples.

“At least he’d have a life to live,” Wei Wuxian snapped back. He took a deep breath as peppercorns began leading his scent.  He focused on bringing it back under his control. 

“He could be alive,” Wen Qing offered. Wei Wuxian glared up at her. 

“Please don’t tell me you talked Emperor Lan into giving me that speech,” He leveled at her. 

“What speech?” Wen Qing questioned. In a tone that showed she was an incredible actor, or actually didn’t know. 

“I didn’t have issues with other alphas scents,” Wei Wuxian returned to the original topic. “But, I also didn’t spend a lot of time with alphas trying to assert dominance constantly.” 

“I suppose it’s something to add to the possible changes column,” Wen Qing hummed. “Any other new symptoms?” 

“Maybe this is just a second puberty,” He shot back. 

“Call me back when your balls drop then,” Wen Qing snorted, her hands falling away from his temples. “Want me to get you something for that headache?” 

“I’ll be fine,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes back. “I don’t need you to baby me.” 

“A-Ning can promise you that I’m not babying you,” Wen Qing replied. “Let me know if you have any more new issues.” 

“As always,” Wei Wuxian replied, flopping back onto his bed. “Light some incense on your way out?” He hummed as he covered his eyes with an arm. 

“I thought you didn’t want me to baby you,” Wen Qing shot back, a teasing tone in her voice. He raised a one finger salute in her direction. He heard her leave, the soft scent of sandalwood soon drifted through his space. 

Wei Wuxian breathed out, letting his own scent out from under his control. The sweeter cinnamon scent curling out from underneath the peppercorn, cloves, fennel and star anise to lead his scent, all mixing in with the sandalwood incense. He could almost hear Lan Zhan’s soft humming. How pathetic was he to be clinging to the memories of a dead man?
He groaned as he sat up. He crossed to the incense, snapping off the burning part and crushing it under foot. His hands fell to his robes as he crossed back to this cot, tearing off the belt and slinging over whatever was nearby. He was halfway out of his robes when he heard the sound of someone entering his tent. 

“Lord Jin,” Wei Wuxian rushed to wrap his robes back around his body. “Generally most people announce themselves before they enter.” 

“There is no need for you to pretend with me,” The Jin cousin smirked in reply. 

“Pretend about what?” Wei Wuxian demanded. 

“Please, I saw that Wen dog of an alpha just left here.” Lord Jin sneered. 

“She’s a doctor and has a name,” Wei Wuxian snapped. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the Jin cousin laughed. He quickly stepped back as the man moved further into his tent. “Was there something you needed?” 

“Is that your game?” The Jin cousin laughed. He moved closer. “Do you flirt to get someone's attention and then play coy?” 

“I really don’t know what you're talking about,” Wei Wuxian stumbled backwards, running into his cot. The action drew the Jin cousin’s gaze downwards, only to have it slowly drag up the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. 

“Come now,” He smiled, a hand reaching out. Wei Wuxian moved quicker, ducking under the outstretched arm and around the man. He quickly moved to the flap of his tent holding it open. 

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” He pressed. The hand not on the tent flap pulling his robes tighter around himself. 

“Oh, did she tire you out? Or was it Nie Zonghui before that?” The Jin cousin questioned. “Surely you have another round in you.” 

“Lord Jin,” Wei Wuxian snapped. “I have dealt with your unjust insinuations at the war table for the sake of keeping the peace. I will not have you making those accusations in my own tent!” 

“Please, everyone knows you were Wen Chao’s whore.” The Jin cousin snapped, stalking forward. “They all say you did it to keep your life, but I know the truth. You’re a social climber, fucking whoever you think will get you a throne.” 

The sound of Wei Wuxian’s hand slapping across Lord Jin’s face seemed to echo through his tent. The man in question was sent reeling. Wei Wuxian could hear his own furious breathing. His hand throbbed from the slap, and he flexed it. 

“Get out,” He snarled. 

“How dare you!” Lord Jin shouted. 

“How dare you!” Wei Wuxian shouted back, the scent of peppercorn wafting off him strong enough to singe nose hairs. “I am not some whore you or anyone else can come and fuck.” 

“Oh, so you play feisty,” Lord Jin straightened up, a hand clutched to his face. “Face slapping is off limits, bitch.” He lunged. 

Unlike Wen Chao, Wei Wuxian was loath to admit Lord Jin had some skill in hand to hand combat. The thought of how many people he might have used it on made his blood boil, pushing him harder. One good kick, and the Jin cousin was flying out of the flap of his tent. He stocked out, snarling.

“You do not get to fucking touch me,” He snarled, a foot coming up to pin Lord Jin’s face into the dirt. A crack sounding from underneath it. 

“Boss!” Cao Yu called out. Wei Wuxian’s gaze rose, seeing Zhong Delun, Cao Yu, Wen Qing and Jiang Wanyin a short distance away. 

“You’re lucky they’re here,” Wei Wuxian snarled down at Lord Jin. He put more weight on his foot, earning a whimper of pain from the man. “Or I’d kill you just like I killed Wen Chao. Like I’ll kill anyone who thinks my body is theirs to take.” 

He kicked off Lord Jin’s face, looking up to meet Jiang Wanyin’s gaze. He saw it flicker down, to the robes that had been pulled open during the fight. Specifically to the Wen brand that was now exposed. 

“If he even fucking looks at me again, I’ll kill him.” He snarled as he tugged his robes closed. He turned on his heel and marched back into his own tent.

The flap to his tent had barely closed when he felt the strength leave his legs, leaving him to collapse on the floor of his tent. The adrenaline drained from his system and left him shaking. He could still smell the Jin cousin’s scent in his own tent, but he couldn’t stop shaking to get up and light his incense. 

He had never wanted to feel like that again after he left Yiling. Now here he was, shaking apart after another encounter. He hated this feeling. His eyes fluttered closed as he tried to stop shaking. The bitter metallic scent from the Jin wasn’t doing much to help. 

“Wuxian?” Jiang Wanyin’s voice called, causing Wei Wuxian to take a sharp inhale of breath. “I’m coming in.” 

“N-” Wei Wuxian was unable to find his voice before the tent flap opened. He swallowed nervously as his eyes met Jiang Wanyin’s. A sense of shame flooded through him, as he struggled to get up. Only worsening when his legs couldn’t hold him and he hit the floor again. 

“Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin darted forward to help him. 

“No!” Wei Wuxian found himself flinching back. He managed to only trip over his own body, thankfully he was able to catch himself on his cot. “I just need time,” He took a deep breath. “It’ll pass.” 

“Has this happened before?” Jiang Wanyin questioned, his voice low but filled with anger. Wei Wuxian only shifted himself to lean on his cot better, avoiding his gaze. “Wen Chao? Did he-” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wei Wuxian snapped, cutting him off. He saw Jiang Wanyin recoil, the hurt plain on his face. “I’m not helpless.” 

“I didn’t say you were,” Jiang Wanyin shot back. 

“Good,” Wei Wuxian snapped back. 

“It’s part of the reason why those damn rumors are going around,” Jiang Wanying huffed. “Because you won’t talk to anyone about it!” 

“I can deal with the rumors,” Wei Wuxian muttered. 

“Yeah, it sure looks like you can.” 

“Get out,” Wei Wuxian snapped. His scent flaring back to life, burning with peppercorns.

“Fine,” Jiang Wanyin’s scent flared. “Be that way!” 

In a flurry of tent flaps, he was gone. 

It left Wei Wuxian to pitch forward into his cot, his nose buried against the white ribbon on his wrist. He could feel the hot wet tears leaking down his face. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he tried not to vocalize his sobbing. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself slip back into the memory of sandalwood and soft melodies. 

He tried to believe it was going to be for the last time. 

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“I mean, we could wash the blood off, move the corpses, and just set up camp here,” Wei Wuxian huffed. He got three blank stares from the Emperor, Crown Prince and General who’s bickering was responsible for his headache. “Just a suggestion.” 

The war council had been arguing where to set up camp for close to an hour. The blood he was covered in from the battle was beginning to dry, which of course was making him itch. Since, apparently, he couldn’t even go take a bath in the river until they set up camp. Or decided to move to where they were setting up camp. Which, from the sounds of it, could take another hour. 

“I think we should make our camp further in,” Nie Zonghui pointed to the map that had been thrown over a barrel. “We’re more than a day's march from any of our next targets.” 

“Yes, but we’re also a day's march away from any of the Wen camps.” Lan Xichen pressed. “We must think defensively as well. We don’t want to lose any ground we’ve taken.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, the same argument of defense and offense being hashed over again. Jiang Wanyin had long gone silent, pensively leaning over the map to study it. Wei Wuxian leaned forward to join him, when his ears picked up on a soft noise. 

He straightened, cocking his head to the side as he listened. After a few moments he heard it again, a sniffle bubbling into something closer to a full on cry. He moved away, trying to focus on the sound. 

“Wuxian?” Jiang Wanyin questioned when he saw him moving away. 

“Shush!” Wei Wuxian held his finger up to his lips. Even Lan Xichen and Nie Zonghui’s bickering fell silent. 

Wei Wuxian took advantage of the silence, his ears honing in on the crying. He crossed the mess tent they had set up in. He ducked through a flap, peering around the small kitchen tent. He crossed to the supply crates lifting off the top of one. 

“Ahh what do we have here?” He smiled as he saw what was inside. 

Nestled in among the radishes was a small boy. Tears and snot trailing down his face from what must have been hours of crying, as if he’d been here since before the battle started. At the sight of Wei Wuxian, the crying turned into a full on wail. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Wei Wuxian quickly scooped him out of the crate.

The boy was light, making it easy to tuck him close against his chest. Wei Wuxian let his scent curl out around him, keeping it warm and sweet. He felt wet tiny hands wrap around his neck, a wetter nose burying itself into his scent gland. A good sign one of his parents had been an omega. Wei Wuxian reached up, rubbing a soothing circle on the boy’s back as he started to hum and sway. He wondered how long it had been since the boy had smelled an omega’s scent for him to accept his own so quickly. 

 Wei Wuxian caught sight of the others staring at him as his swaying started to turn to pacing, turning him in their direction. 

“His parents must have been posted here,” Wei Wuxian spoke softly once the boy’s wail had died down to sniffles again. “They must have told him to hide.” 

“All of those who survived have been rounded up,” Jiang Wanyin offered. “I’m sure he’ll be able to identify them.” 

“He isn’t going to be doing much of anything,” Wei Wuxian chuckled softly as he felt a slow puff of breath against his neck. “He just fell asleep.” 

“Kids always love you,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. He turned to move back into the mess tent. “What?” He questioned Lan Xichen and Nie Zonghui who were still staring at Wei Wuxian. 

“I apologize General Wei,” Lan Xichen was the first to regain himself. “Seeing you use your scent to soothe instead of in anger is rather,” He paused. “Eye opening.”  

“A reminder I’m an omega you mean,” Wei Wuxian laughed lightly. “It’s okay, my scent misleads people. It isn’t exactly your normal sweet omega scent.” 

“It’s a good one though,” Jiang Wanyin stated almost like a growl, as if challenging the other two to say something. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, resuming his humming as the boy in his arms shifted. 

“That song you’re humming,” Lan Xichen smiled softly. “What’s the name of it?” 

Wei Wuxian paused as he thought about it. A soft flush settled over him as he realized it was one of the songs Lan Zhan had hummed for him. 

“I don’t know,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “I just picked it up somewhere.” 

“Ah,” Lan Xichen smiled. “It’s very pretty, it reminds me of some songs from Gusu.”

“Well, while you three bicker some more about where we’ll make camp,” Wei Wuxian spoke. “I’m going to go see if I can get this little guy cleaned up and back to his parents.” 

“I actually had a thought,” Jiang Wanyin agreed as Wei Wuxian began to move past them. “There’s a spot along the river that has both defensive and offensive elements. If I can just point it out.” 

“You cried at the perfect time,” Wei Wuxian muttered softly to the small boy once he was out of earshot of the other three. 

It didn’t take long for him to find a source of water. He shrugged out of his outer red robe, using the cleaner spots to wipe off the snot and dried tears. Wei Wuxian wagered he was close to two or three, young enough to still need large amounts of time with one or both of his parents. He used his robe to make a small nest in the grass for the boy.  Hoping it would keep him from rolling away while he scrubbed the blood off himself. When he turned back, he found a pair of wide eyes peering at him. 

“Red-gege isn’t red?” The boy questioned. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he crouched in front of him. “My name is Wuxian.” 

“Xian-gege?” 

“Right,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Do you have a name?” 

He watched the young boy suddenly turn bashful. 

“Not supposed to give it to strangers,” He muttered. 

“Very wise,” Wei Wuxian nodded with a serious look. “How about I call you radish for now?” 

“I’m not a radish!” The boy protested. 

“But I found you with them,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “So I dub thee Lil’ Radish, in lieu of another name.” He reached out to boop him on the nose. The boy's hand came up to scrub at it. “Are you here with your parents?” 

“My baba ,” Radish nodded. 

“Does your baba have a name?” 

“ Baba is baba ,” Radish replied with a laugh. 

“Is your mama here too?” Wei Wuxian asked hopefully, it would be easier to find a pair in a sea of single men. 

“Mama isn’t around anymore,” Radish replied, shaking his head. 

“Sorry radish,” He hummed, reaching out to ruffle the boy’s hair when he saw his face fall. “My mama isn’t around either.’ 

“Do you live with your baba too?” 

“No, my baba isn’t around either.” Wei Wuxian smiled softly. “But, we’ll go find your baba.” He reached out to hoist the boy up into his arms again. He looked down at the bloody outerrobe, deciding it was best to leave it where it was. With Jiang Wanyin footing the bills again, he could afford to think like that. 

He crossed the camp to where they were holding the prisoners from their attack. Radish happily humming and playing with his hair. Wei Wuxian kept his scent on the soothing side, and it seemed to keep the kid happy. Even if it did get him a few odd glances as he passed through. 

“Alright radish,” Wei Wuxian announced when they reached where the prisoners were corralled. “Let me know if you see your baba.” He looked through the faces himself, trying to pick out any that held a similarity to Lil’ Radish. 

“General Wei, I wouldn’t advise going in there.” A guard spoke when he went to move into the crowd. 

“Ignore him,” A voice called from the crowd. “A pretty omega like you is always welcome with us!”
“Silence!” The guard growled, his scent spiking. 

“I’m looking for the boy’s father,” Wei Wuxian ignored the cat call. 

“I’ll be his father if it means I get you!” Another voice called out. 

“It’s fine,” Wei Wuxian waved off the guard when he went to draw his sword. A snarl in the voice’s direction. “They’ve lost, it’s all just hot air now.” Either his words, or the fact his scent was still in soothing mode, made the guard back down. 

“Radish, do you know what your baba did?”

“ Baba is a captain,” Radish offered brightly. 

“I want all soldiers of the rank of captain to step forward,” Wei Wuxian called out. There was a shuffle of men, but none stepped forward. “Now.” He growled, his scent flaring for a moment. The hot smell of peppercorns flooding out, before quickly returning to the sweeter cinnamon led scent to keep Radish calm. 

There was a nervous shuffle, before a few men stepped forward. 

“Are any of these men your baba ?” Wei Wuxian asked Radish. He watched the boy suck his lips in and shake his head. “Do any of you recognize this boy?” He questioned the captains. “I found him hiding in a box of radishes in the kitchen.” 

“That’s Captain Wen’s boy,” A voice called. 

“Whoever just spoke, please step forward.” Wei Wuxian asked. “Who are you?” He asked when a grubby looking man stepped forward. 

“I’m the cook,” He muttered back. “I was charged with the kid when Captain Wen was killed.” 

“Killed?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Taken out by that demon a few weeks ago,” The cook spat. “Ripped his throat out like some sort of animal.” 

Wei Wuxian’s hands flew to cover Radish’s ears as the cook continued his gorey retelling of how they had found Captain Wen. The truth dumped over him like a cold bucket of water, settling into his blood. 

He had made this child an orphan. 

“Give him to me,” The cook sighed. “I suppose I can take care of him.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian’s arms tightened around the boy. This man had probably been the one to leave him crying in the box of radishes. From the sound of it he hadn’t even explained to the boy about his father’s death. Not to mention the boy hadn’t been scented in days. He couldn’t give the boy back to him. 

But did he have the right to keep him? He had killed his father, so high on heat hormones he didn’t even remember it. Had he screamed? Had he run away? Had he pleaded for his life for the sake of his son? The weight of his actions settled around him, he was responsible for the boy now. It was his job to find him a new home. 

“I’ll make sure he’s taken care of,” Wei Wuxian nodded to the cook. He got a snort in reply. 

“Do whatever you want with him.” 

“What’s his name?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Wen Yuan,” The cook replied. 

“You’re not supposed to tell strangers!” Wen Yuan gasped. 

“You’re his problem now.” The cook sneered back. Harsh enough to cause the boy to erupt into tears. 

“It’s okay radish,” Wei Wuxian muttered, tucking him close and rubbing his back. 

“I want baba !” Wen Yuan wailed. 

“Your baba isn’t here,” Wei Wuxian turned away from the men. “Is it alright if Xian-gege looks after you for a while?” 

“I want baba !” Was all Wen Yuan shrieked in response. Wei Wuxian could only tuck him closer as he slunk away from the jeering captured soldiers. 

“Wei Wuxian?” Wen Qing’s uncertain voice greeted him when he entered the tent she had taken over for medical needs while they deliberated on moving. 

“I don’t know what to do.” He breathed. Wen Yuan was still wailing in his arms. 

“Here,” Wen Qionglin popped up, quickly moving to take Wen Yuan from him. Only to flinch as the boy screamed harder. Wei Wuxian waved him off, keeping the boy tucked against his neck. The wails died off as he released more of his scent. 

“Where on earth did you find a child?” Wen Qing hissed as she looked up from the systematic raid of the Wen’s medical tent. Their habits from the days of raiding hard to shake. 

“His father was a captain,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Captain Wen, there isn’t a chance you knew him?” 

“Do you know everyone with the surname Wei?” Wen Qing shot back, rolling her eyes. 

“Doesn’t Uncle Four have a son who became a Captain?” Wen Qionglin countered. 

“Had,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “Apparently the Yiling Laozu killed him a few weeks ago.” 

A silence settled over the tent as his words sunk into the two Wens. 

“Oh,” Wen Qing finally spoke. 

“Oh indeed,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “His mother is apparently gone. They gave him to the cook, who shoved him in a box of radishes and left him there crying. From the sounds of it they didn’t even tell him his father is,” He paused, mouthing the word ‘dead’. “I’m not handing him over to him.”

“So you’re keeping him?” Wen Qionglin questioned, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. 

“I don’t think I have the right,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “I wondered if there was any family you two had that we could send him to.” 

“Wuxian, all of our family is behind enemy lines.” Wen Qing sighed. “Not to mention mostly elderly. If our future wasn’t so unknown,” She looked at Wen Qionglin. 

“It would be best if he stays with you,” Wen Qionglin nodded. “But I’d be happy to help while I can!” 

“I’m the reason he’s an orphan in the first place! I can’t just take him in!” Wei Wuxian hissed.

“Why not?” Wen Qing questioned. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as he huffed.  

 “How is that conversation going to go when he’s older?” 

“Then don’t wait until he’s older,” Wen Qing shrugged. “Let him know upfront.” 

“I can’t just tell a kid,” Wei Wuxian covered his ears. “That I killed his father.” 

“Xian-gege?” Wen Yuan questioned, apparently done with his crying. “Where’s baba ?” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, glaring at the Wen siblings that were quickly vacating the area. He sighed as he sat down on a nearby cot, shifting Wen Yuan to sit in his lap. Wen Qing’s plan seemed far from sound, but he lacked a better one. For the thousandth time he wished Jiang Yanli was here. 

“Well radish,” He breathed. “Your baba isn’t here.” 

“Can we go to where he is?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I’m afraid not, sometimes our babas and our mamas go where we can’t follow.” 

“But I don’t want him to go away.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I’m afraid I’m the reason he had to go away.” 

“Why did you do that!” 

“I didn’t mean to,” Wei Wuxian tried to respond. “I mean, I did, but I didn’t mean for you to get left behind.“ He swore, it sounded like he wanted to kill the kid too. “What’s important is that I am sorry.” He managed to get out. 

“Can’t you just undo it?” Wen Yuan’s lip quivered. 

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Radish, I mean Wen Yuan.” He carefully reached up to wipe some of the snot away. “I’m going to look for someone to take care of you.” 

“Why can’t I stay with Xian-gege?” Wen Yuan pouted. 

“Well, I assumed you wouldn’t.” Wei Wuxian blinked. “I mean, I made your baba go away.” 

“But you're sorry,” Wen Yuan replied, cocking his head to the side. 

“I am,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“Then I stay with Xian-gege,” Wen Yuan reached forward to wrap his arms around his neck. Wei Wuxian felt his heart skip. 

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian breathed, trying to keep the tears welling up in his eyes at bay. “Okay.” He repeated as Wen Yuan tucked against his chest, nuzzling into his neck. He carefully rubbed the boys back, feeling him slowly drift off. 

They’d have to have this conversation again, only after Wei Wuxian’s pheromones had worn off of him. He wouldn’t want to stay with him then, so he’d need to start looking for someone to care for him. Maybe he could send a letter to Jiang Yanli, she’d probably be able to find someone unconnected to the war. Someone with enough distance to not make it awkward. If that failed, Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen had mentioned they’d had the kid conversation. 

“Wuxian, there you are.” Jiang Wanyin breathed out as he saw them. “We’ve decided on a spot to set up camp.” He paused when he saw the boy still in Wei Wuxian’s arms. “I thought you were going to find his parents.” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “His parents are gone.” 

“Oh,” Jiang Wanyin breathed. 

“I killed his father,” Wei Wuxian admitted softly. “A few weeks ago.”
“During your?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“Well what are you going to do with him?” Jiang Wanyin shuffled nervously. 

“He wants to stay with me,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “We think he’s related to the Wen siblings, but since their future is unknown.” He trailed off. “I was going to write to shijie and see if she can find a family, for when you know.” He trailed off. 

“When what?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“When he doesn’t want to stay with me anymore.” Wei Wuxian shrugged in reply. 

“Wait, are you actually considering keeping him?” Jiang Wanyin backtracked. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I’m the reason he’s an orphan, I have a responsibility to see that he’s cared for.” 

“It doesn’t mean it has to be you,” Jiang Wanyin protested. Wei Wuxian glared at him as Wen Yuan shifted from the sharp sound of his voice. “You can’t just decide to keep a kid like that. People will talk.” 

“People already talk,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “When he decides he doesn’t want to stay with me, we’ll make sure he goes somewhere he likes.” 

“And if he doesn’t want to go somewhere else?” 

“It’s not like anyone is going to want to marry a blood stained omega like me anyway.” Wei Wuxian shrugged, dropping his gaze to the boy’s sleeping face. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s jaw tighten. “I always wanted kids.” 

“So you're just going to take him with us as we fight a war?” Jiang Wanyin questioned further. 

“Wen Ning can look after him when I’m busy,” Wei Wuxian replied. “It’s not like I’ll be charging into battle with him strapped to my chest.” 

“I’m not going to talk you out of this am I?” Jiang Wanyin sighed, eyeing the kid. “I suppose he is pretty cute.”

“I’ll make sure to introduce him to his Cheng-gege when he wakes up,” Wei Wuxian winked. 

“Nonsense,” Jiang Wanyin huffed, moving for the entrance of the tent. “I’ll be his shushu.” He gave Wei Wuxian the smallest smile before turning back away.

And so, the Yunmeng army adopted a toddler.

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The Nightless City, they were finally here. The two years since they’d been sent running to that tiny garrison felt like a lifetime ago. They’d endured months of muddy dirty camps, brutal fights, and even a forest fire. All of it was worth it, now that their goal was finally in sight. 

It just happened to be swarming with Wen soldiers. 

Wei Wuxian dodged a blade before thrusting his own back at the owner. The feeling of blood spraying across his skin was one he’d almost become immune to over the past few hours. He was beginning to think the sounds of blades clashing would never fade from his ears.

He barely saw the arch of flame, but it was just enough time to slide over to Jiang Wanyin. He slipped into the flurrying purple tornado his adoptive brother had become. He managed to pull him down just before the explosion. 

“Thanks!” Jiang Wanyin shouted, but it was a muffled sound to Wei Wuxian’s ringing ears. “There’s an opening!” 

Wei Wuxian was surging to his feet to dart after his purple robes. His sword acted faster than his thoughts, slicing off an attacker's sword arm as they charged towards the steps. He covered Jiang Wanyin’s back, as the man was eager to act on the first sign of weakness they’d been waiting hours for. 

“Go after the Prince! We’ll hold the opening!” Xiao Xingchen shouted as he appeared as a white flash on his right. He saw the corresponding flash of black that was Song Zichen on his left. 

Wei Wuxian only nodded as he charged after him. 

“Watch your back A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian growled in greeting as he took out another sword bound for it. 

“Come on, we’re almost through!” Jiang Wanyin called back. Apparently not hearing Wei Wuxian’s warning. 

It was all Wei Wuxian could do to protect the Crown Prince’s back and keep up with him. He hissed as he felt a sword biting into his own arm, quickly killing the man who dealt it. Slowly, the top of the palace steps came into view. Wei Wuxian spared a glance back, finding Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen had been able to hold the opening. A handful of purple robes making up the steps to join the charge. If only Jiang Wanyin would slow down and let them catch up. 

Wei Wuxian snarled as he saw another Wen soldier head for him, he lunged forward burying his blade into the soldier’s chest. 

“We’re almost there,” Jiang Wanyin hooted in delight as he slid his blade out of a Wen soldier. 

Wei Wuxian spared a glance ahead of them, the tall doors of the Wen Palace finally in view. 

Emperor Nie was somewhere behind those doors, captured only a week ago. If everything was going according to plan, the Jiang and Jin forces' frontal attack should have distracted the Wens. Allowing a smaller Gusu force to sneak in and free Emperor Nie, while Nie Zonghui attacked the prison camp where most of Emperor Nie’s forces were being held. Hopefully being able to rally enough men to join the assault. Of course, that all relied on the intel Emperor Lan received from a spy being good. 

They had hoped to see a flare declaring the success hours ago. 

“Open the gates!” A voice bellowed. “We’ll fight our way out!” 

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin just breached the top of the stairs as the large black doors swung open. Full squad of soldiers poured out of them. Wei Wuxian heard Jiang Wanyin’s growl, finally dropping back to keep Wei Wuxian’s pace. Together they became a swirling tornado of red and purple. Wei Wuxian could only breathe in relief as more purple uniforms began appearing around them. Together they pushed in towards the gates. Through them, he could see a squad of bloodstained white uniformed men. A burly man in green fighting alongside Lan Xichen, who he recognized was Emperor Nie. On the throne behind them was Emperor Wen, dead.

Wei Wuxian felt a smile come to his face. They’d done it. This damn war was finally over. He turned to call a witty remark to Jiang Wanyin, only to have his blood run cold. 

“Jiang Cheng!” He screeched as he barreled forward. He barely had time to shove him aside. 

The pain of the sword wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. The sounds of the battle finally faded, even Jiang Wanyin’s screams were tuned out as his gaze dropped to the blade embedded in his gut. Jiang Wanyin’s face floated in view. He felt a smile stretch across his lips as he saw him. 

You have a duty to the Jiang family. Wei Wuxian heard a voice that sounded like Empress Yu’s echo through his head. His eyes shifted past Jiang Wanyin, eyes widening as he saw another blade. He pushed out, shoving Jiang Wanyin aside. The second sword pierced through his right breast.  A hand numbly wrapped around it as he fell to his knees.

Looks like you actually followed orders for once. Empress Yu’s voice continued. 

Wei Wuxian felt a laugh bubble in his chest. It spilled out of his lips, but instead of sound all that fell was crimson red blood. His eyes stared at where it fell, another shapeless splatter among many. Just like he’d be another body among the others. He felt another horse laugh sound from his lips, the last thing he remembered before he fell. 

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Wei Wuxian’s laugh bounced off the halls of Lotus Pier as he ran. He darted around the corners, turning his head quickly as he tried to look behind him. His hair flowing around him, shining in the sunlight. 

“Come on!” He called. Despite no one being there, his hand reached out, connecting with something solid. He laced his fingers with the hand he’d taken, tugging it forward as he turned back. 

His bare feet pounded against the polished light wood that made up the walkways. His eyes running over the blooming lotus planted between them. He flew around the last corner, the large pavilion that overlooked the lake coming into view. 

He beamed as he raced towards it, hurrying up the few flights of stairs. He let the hand drop as he raced to the edge, bracing both of his hands on the low railing that separated the pavilion's edge from the lake. As far as his eyes could see were blooming lotus. 

“This is my favorite place!” Wei Wuxian beamed. “What do you think?” 

“Wei Ying.” 

The low tone of the voice felt as warm as the sun on his skin. He looked back, the smile on his face growing bigger. The figure was still in the shade of the pavilion roof, something about it felt hazy. As if he couldn’t see all the pieces. The only thing that felt clear was the soft glint of a pair of golden eyes. 

“Come on, Lan Zhan!” He held out his hand. “Look, there’s Liao Mingzhu! She works in the kitchens, she always lets me come and sneak snacks.” He pointed, seeing a boat in the distance. “That must be Hao Qi with her, they are sweet on each other.” He squinted as he tried to make out the form next to her. 

“That’s Shao Jingguo, he taught me and Jiang Cheng about history and political strategy,” He saw another form. “I can’t believe it,” He laughed as he saw two very familiar faces, he tugged his hand forward. It pulled a pale hand out into the sun. “It’s Emperor Jiang and Empress Yu! I can’t remember the last time they came and picked lotus pods with us. I wonder where Jiang Cheng and shijie are.” He brought a hand up to shade his eyes as he looked. 

“I suppose they’ll come join us eventually,” Wei Wuxian shrugged when he couldn’t find them. “Come on, let’s go.” He tugged Lan Zhan forward. His foot sliding over the edge of the walkway, the first brush of water against the sole of his foot. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice sounded again, his hand pulling him back. Wei Wuxian stumbled backwards, laughing as he collided with a solid chest. 

“Lan Zhan!” He smiled. “Come on, I promised you we’d pick lotus pods together.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan spoke again, softer. Wei Wuxian hummed as he felt a hand reach up, carding through his hair. “Come back.” 

“It’s just lotus pod picking,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “We’ll be back before you know it!” 

He pushed off, grabbing Lan Zhan’s hand as he danced back into the sun. Once again the hand tethered him back, keeping him from diving into Lotus Lake. He felt his brow furrow in confusion as he looked back, finding Lan Zhan still in the shade. 

“What’s wrong?” He stopped. “Can you not swim? Don’t worry,” He grinned. “I’ll keep you afloat! I’m the best at swimming.” 

“Please,” Lan Zhan murmured. “Come back to me.” 

“I’m right here Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian cocked his head as he stepped closer. He tugged the hand he was holding up to his heart. “Can’t you feel it? I’m right here.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan murmured. “Fight for me.” 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian felt the furrow in his brow deepen. He stepped closer.  “I don’t understand.” 

“Please,” He murmured. “I want more time.” 

“We have all the time in the world, silly,” Wei Wuxian laughed. He reached up, his hand running over a cheekbone he couldn’t see. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Wei Wuxian beamed, surprised at how easily the words flowed from his lips. “We don’t have to go lotus pod picking if you don’t want to. We can just sit and watch,” His smile softened as he tugged Lan Zhan back into the pavilion. The warmth of the sun fading from his skin as he entered the shade. 

“Come find me,” Lan Zhan replied. 

“You’re right here,” Wei Wuxian cocked his head in confusion. He saw those golden eyes sparkle with tears. “Lan Zhan?” 

He gasped as pain rocked through his chest, stealing the breath from him. He felt his legs go out from beneath him, bringing him crashing to the ground. He struggled for breath as his hand clutched at his chest, his eyes widening as it came away red with blood. 

“Lan Zhan?” He meekly looked up. He saw a pair of golden eyes swimming in his vision, clouded with tears and pain. He groaned as he felt arms lift him, cradling to his chest. “Why can’t I breathe?” He choked out. 

“I’m sorry,” Lan Zhan murmured, his voice cracking. “I just wanted more time.” 

“It’s okay,” Wei Wuxian found himself crooning back. His hand shakily reached up. “Sing for me?” 

He felt a pair of lips brush past his palm as his eyes flickered closed. He whimpered as another wave of pain rocked through him. He felt a hand run through his hair. He nuzzled into it, letting the scent of sandalwood with the faintest touch of loquats wash over him. As he began to drift, he heard the soft melody being hummed.

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“A-Jie, he’s awake!” 

“That’s not possible! He should be out for another week at least!” 

“A-Xian? A-Xian can you hear me?” 

The voices barely managed to cut through the pain wracking Wei Wuxian’s body. It felt like he was underwater as he struggled to take a breath. When he did, it only succeeded in making his torso feel like it was on fire. His hand clawed out, succeeding in latching on to something. 

“Keep him calm, he could pull out his stitches!” 

“A-Xian, A-Xian we need you to lie still.” 

Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed as Jiang Yanli’s face swam into view. 

“Shijie?” 

“I’m here, A-Xian. You’re going to be okay.” Jiang Yanli offered him a water smile, her voice breaking at the end of her statement. 

“Where is he?” Wei Wuxian’s voice cracked in return. 

“Jiang Cheng isn’t here, but he’ll be back.” Jiang Yanli replied. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head, groaning from the wave of pain. “He was just here!” 

“He’s been gone for a few hours-” 

“Princess,” Wen Ning’s voice sounded. “He’s not looking for the Crown Prince. Lord Wei?” Wen Ning’s worried face swam into view. “Your ribbon is right next to your bed, we didn’t want it to get dirty. We need you to drink this.” 

Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed as he looked at Wen Qionglin, his lips opening to accept whatever was in the cup Wen Qionglin wanted him to drink. He nearly gagged at the bitter taste, but Wen Qionglin wasn’t letting up. 

“He was just here,” Wei Wuxian coughed. “I saw him, we talked.” His words began to slur. “We watched the lotus picking. Emperor Jiang and Yu were there.” He muttered as his vision began to black out.

“Oh A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli’s sigh was the last thing he heard before he went unconscious again.

Swimming would be the best analogy for what Wei Wuxian remembered of what followed. It was like he was fighting a tide, either hoping to stay under in the cool relieving water or finally get his bearings above it. Until finally is broke. 

“He should wake up soon,” Wen Qing’s voice was the first thing he heard as he surfaced. “He’ll be in a lot of pain, but the worst of it should have subsided by now.” 

“Thank you,” A softer female voice sounded. 

“Shijie?” Wei Wuxian muttered recognizing the voice. He tried to open his eyes but they felt like lead. He’d say the rest of his body felt like lead, but he didn’t think lead could feel pain. 

“A-Xian!?” He felt a hand slip into his own, squeezing it. His eyes finally managed to flicker open. The sweet face of Jiang Yanli swimming into view. 

“Shijie,” He breathed out. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. He moved to sit up, only to have pain flair through his chest. 

“Don’t move,” Jiang Yanli’s brow furrowed. Her hands gently pushed him back into his bed. Wen Qing’s face appeared over his shoulder. 

“You shouldn’t move around much,” Wen Qing advised. “I can put you back to sleep if the pain gets to be too much.” 

“Now I know I’m in trouble. I never thought I’d see the day where I wouldn’t get scathing sarcasm or a reprimand from Doctor Wen. ” Wei Wuxian groaned as he let his head fall back into his pillow. He took a deep breath, only to feel pain.  “How bad is it?” He gritted out. 

“Your right lung collapsed,” Wen Qing replied gravely. Wei Wuxian supposed that was why he felt like he was out of breath and had a cow sitting on his chest. 

“We didn’t know if you’d survive,” Jiang Yanli smiled, her eyes wet with tears. “But we wanted to take the chance. Otherwise,” Her voice broke. She lifted her free hand to wipe away her tears. 

“Your stomach wound has been healing without problem. Your lung on the other hand,” Wen Qing paused with a sigh. “We’ve just been trying to make sure nothing gets infected. If you experience any pain or discomfort you need to tell me.” 

“Is Jiang Cheng alright?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“He’s fine,” Jiang Yanli smiled. “He’s here whenever he can be, but there is so much to do.” 

“We won?” Wei Wuxian needed to confirm. Jiang Yanli’s smile grew as she nodded. “Good,” He breathed. “That’s good.” He let his eyes flicker closed, he felt so tired. 

“We should let him sleep,” Wen Qing spoke softly. “He’s got a lot of healing to do.” 

“We’ll be back in Lotus Pier before you know it,” Jiang Yanli smiled. “With all the soup you could want.” She reached out to run her hands through his hair. He hummed as he leaned into it. Inhaling the soft scent of lotus. 

“Sounds perfect,” He murmured. A distant memory, or was it a dream, of laying on a pavilion in Lotus Pier swam into his mind. “Wen Qing,” He called, only to cough. 

“Are you in pain?” Wen Qing’s brow was furrowed. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head, only to groan. “Now I am.” He chuckled. “Ungh,” He groaned again. He made a note that laughing hurt worse than everything else. “Prisoner lists.” He managed to get out when his mind returned to his original request. 

He wasn’t too far out of it to notice the look exchanged between Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli. 

“I have them,” Jiang Yanli said. 

“I want to look,” Wei Wuxian shifted, but was stopped by both of them before the thought of even sitting up could cross his mind. 

“How about I read them to you?” Jiang Yanli smiled softly. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed. He heard the sound of paper rustling as he let his eyes close. 

“Cao Yanmei, rank footsoldier.” Jiang Yanli’s voice sounded. She’d barely gone through twelve names before Wei Wuxian had drifted back off to sleep. 

Yunmeng’s recovery, like Wei Wuxian’s, was slow. He’d been in and out for weeks, barely clinging to life in Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing’s opinions. The peace talks and decisions went on without him, and the fate of the world decided while he was drooling on his pillow. 

It was decided to divide up Qishan. Yunmeng fell into possession of the land belonging to the Dafan Wens. Jiang Wanyin had, in what Wei Wuxian considered a stroke of genius, elected the elderly head of the Dafan Wens to govern the newly acquired region. He gained a wise old woman, who insisted everyone call her grannie, on his council. While also remaining in the good graces of his new, formerly Wen, citizens. 

As for Wei Wuxian’s men? Jiang Wanyin granted Wen Qing the title of Imperial Doctor, or as Wei Wuxian liked to think of it, Jiang Wanyin gave her the right to bully him back to health. It meant Wen Qing and Wen Qionglin accompanied them back to Lotus Pier. Wen Qionglin was to train under Wen Qing, but often found his hands full with being A-Yuan’s nanny until Wei Wuxian had recovered enough energy to keep up with him. 

Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen had remained in the Nightless City until Wei Wuxian woke up in order to say their goodbyes. Although Jiang Wanyin had made both of them a generous offer to stay on in any capacity, they wanted to return to their lives from before the war. Traveling the countryside and helping those in need. A goal Wei Wuxian could not fault them for, but he did manage to get them to promise to come visit now and again. 

Zhong Delun was promoted to the upper ranks of the military with Cao Yu as his right hand man. The rest scattered into the winds. Wei Wuxian spent the first couple weeks of his bed rest trying to track them down, resulting in a file on the whereabouts for at least three fourths of them. 

As for Lan Zhan? Wei Wuxian, although he didn’t remember it, apparently had Jiang Yanli read him every prisoner of war list four times. He still tore through every prisoner of war list, from both sides,on his own when he was able. Only to come up empty. It was maddening, something in his very being told Wei Wuxian Lan Zhan was just within reach. If only he wasn’t combined to a damn bed with nothing to do but stew. Not for the lack of trying, much to Wen Qing’s displeasure. After a few well placed needles, he resigned himself to staying in bed. 

 So he started writing to anyone who might know where he was transferred, starting with Wen Xu’s underlings and men who reported to Wen Zhuliu, who had been stationed at Yiling and escaped Wei Wuxian’s massacre. As he was transported back to Lotus Pier, that feeling of Lan Zhan being within reach died. With it, the hope of finding Lan Zhan alive was replaced with a new one. 

The hope of finding a corpse to say goodbye to. 

He had a feeling he would have let it consume him if it wasn’t for Jiang Yanli and A-Yuan. Two beacons of light to distract him, remind him there was more to life than loss. 

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli smiled, pulling him away from the most recent batch of letters. Consisting of soldiers claiming they didn’t know, or refused to cooperate. “I got you a present!” 

“Shijie, if it’s another blanket I’ll pass,” Wei Wuxian laughed in reply, his hands moving to open the next letter in his stack. 

“It’s not a blanket,” Jiang Yanli replied. “Come on,” She appeared at his bedside, her hands moving the stacks of letters away from him. The strips of bamboo clattering against each other as they landed. 

“Shijie, if you haven’t noticed I’m a bit bed ridden,” Wei Wuxian sighed softly. “I can’t exactly come anywhere.” 

“Not for long!” Jiang Yanli smiled. “Bring it in!” 

Wei Wuxian arched his eyebrow at her as his attention shifted to the door of his robes. His gaze widened as he saw a chair on wheels come rolling in. He glanced back to Jiang Yanli, hating the sinking feeling in his stomach. 

“I talked to Wen Qing, since I figured there had to be a way to get you some form of mobility again.” Jiang Yanli beamed. “Now, let’s get you out of this room.” 

“Shijie,” Wei Wuxian sighed, glancing at the chair. Or more specifically the burly man designated to push it. 

“Don’t shijie me,” Jiang Yanli rolled her eyes. “You don’t do anything other than read and write those letters. I know it’s important, but A-Xian,” She sighed, crossing back to his bed. Her hand came up to brush some of his hair out of his face. He hadn’t put it up, again, since the motion still made his chest hurt. “You're wasting away in this bed.” 

“I-” Wei Wuxian sighed, glancing back at the chair. “I don’t want to have to rely on someone to get around.” He folded, admitting the half truth. It was easier to admit than explain the mess of his own emotions. 

“It’s only for a little while,” Jiang Yanli perched on the side of his bed. “You’ll be walking on your own before you know it.” 

“Which is why I don’t need a chair,” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“I just want us to go for a walk again,” Jiang Yanli smiled, reaching out for his hand. “Sit and look out over Lotus Lake, like we used to.” She squeezed it lightly. “Please? For me?” 

Wei Wuxian resisted groaning as Jiang Yanli hit him with her puppy dog eyes. He glanced back over at the chair. They’d go for a walk today and he’d find someone in town who could use the chair more than he could tomorrow. 

“Alright,” He gave in. He watched a smile grow across Jiang Yanli’s face. She leaned forward. “I can do it myself.” He protested. Jiang Yanli backed off, but close enough to hover. 

For the most part, his legs were fine. It was his torso where the issues began, the two stab wounds ruining his muscle control. It made it hard to hold his torso upright, bend and perform all manner of things needed to exist. Not to mention he got winded from leaning over. It had been easier for him to stay in bed, focusing on his search. 

He shuffled his way over to the chair. He managed to lower himself into it, only having to drop a couple of inches. Luckily, he was able to keep a straight face as the pain flared from his drop. Since it was covered by the fact that he was winded from merely standing. Jiang Yanli swooped in the moment he was settled, tucking a blanket around his legs. 

“I’m going outside, shijie,” He chuckled. “You know, where it’s warm?’ 

“Indulge me,” Jiang Yanli smiled, reaching up to boop his nose. She nodded to the man, and Wei Wuxian’s hands jumped to the arms of the chair in surprise as it lurched forward. “Smoother, like we practiced.” She murmured to the man. 

The first thing Wei Wuxian noticed was how loud the chair was. The sound of the wooden wheels thunking over the wooden planks of the walkways. The way the chair jostled and creaked on its own. It made him want to duck under the blanket in his lap and disappear. At least the halls were pretty empty, keeping him from having to constantly smile and nod. 

It was a relief when they arrived at the pavilion. His eyes furrowed as he saw a ramp had been added in, the chair easily making its way up. He found himself taking a deep breath, a hand coming up to rub at the soreness in his chest as he did. Still, it was nice to breathe some fresh air. 

“Thank you,” Jiang Yanli spoke softly to the man pushing his chair. His chair came to a stop next to the table set up, the smell of soup greeting him as it did. He heard the man move off, followed by Jiang Yanli taking a spot on the other side of the table. 

Wei Wuxian let his gaze drift out over the lake, taking in the budding lotus. He felt his mind drift to the bittersweet dream he’d had in the Nightless City. Come find me. First Wei Wuxian was too late to save him, and now he couldn’t even find a body.  His nails dug into his palm as he clenched his hands, driving the darker thoughts away. 

“I was happy to see so many of the lotus are blooming,” Jiang Yanli spoke as she stood, bringing Wei Wuxian a bowl of soup. He felt a small smile grow on his face.

“After we retook it I had a few of my men plant some seeds,” He told her. “Not a lot, just enough to ensure there would be a good view for when you got here.” 

“How thoughtful,” Jiang Yanli smiled as she settled back in her spot. Wei Wuxian smiled as he lifted a spoon up to his lips. She sighed, letting an elbow rest on the table as she leaned on to it. “We camped on some rivers now and again, but nothing felt the same.” 

“Nothing is quite like Lotus Pier,” Wei Wuxian smiled softly. 

“We could build a new one with the money we’re spending on repairs,” Jiang Wanyin’s voice sounded. Wei Wuxian turned, seeing him stepping up onto the pavilion. A hand coming up to rub at the soreness in his chest from the action. 

“It wouldn’t have the memories,” Jiang Yanli replied. “The good or the bad.” 

“How are the repairs coming?” Wei Wuxian questioned. He and Jiang Wanyin hadn’t had too much time to talk, with Wei Wuxian becoming a shut-in and Jiang Wanyin taking over running the kingdom.

“Slow,” Jiang Wanyin sighed as he sat down. He nodded thanks to Jiang Yanli as she set a full bowl of soup down for him. “Everytime I turn there’s a new problem. Half the country is starving, the other half has too much food.” He reached up to rub his temple. “Not to mention replacing the Lords who died, resetting our economy, helping displaced families, dealing with the Lords who did survive and now make it their personal mission to annoy me.” He sighed as he cut off. “Let’s just say repairs are far down on my list.” 

“Have you thought about using caravans? Employing displaced refugees to transport food back to their homes where there’s shortages?” Wei Wuxian spoke up. 

“Even if I did, I don’t have the time to organize something like that,” Jiang Wanyin replied between mouthfuls of soup. “No Lord is going to do it either, since they’re all too worried about their dwindling vaults.” 

“I could do it,” Wei Wuxian offered. Jiang Wanyin paused, his cheeks stuffed with food as he glanced up at Wei Wuxian. 

“Are you up to that?” Jiang Wanyin swallowed. 

“It’s not like I’ll have to personally go out and meet with the refugees,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Although arguably it would make some things easier,” He realized. “I can do it all by letter, coordinating with local magistrates. If we are lucky some of my men might be in the area and willing to help.” 

“With your condition-” 

“I’m not an invalid,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Get me the files and I can get it done.” 

“We can do it now,” Jiang Wanyin perked up. “I’ve got all of it in my office.” 

“Sounds perfect!” Jiang Yanli smiled. “I’ll get Pan Bo back.” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian flinched. Jiang Wanyin had taken over his father’s office, it was in a much buiser part of Lotus Pier. The chair would be an annoying becon to well, to him. “I mean, I think the fresh air did me some good. I could use a little walk.” He shifted, bracing himself on the arms of his chair as he stood. 

“A-Xian, are you sure?” Jiang Yanli moved to hover. “A-Cheng’s office isn’t exactly nearby.” 

“It’ll be fine,” Wei Wuxian waved it off. “Let’s go,” He nodded to Jiang Wanyin. 

“At least take the chair, in case you need it.” Jiang Yanli pressed. Wei Wuxian sighed, he was already feeling a bit tired from standing. Pushing the chair might just make it worse. 

“Of course, a-jie,” Jiang Wanyin stood, moving behind the chair. “Let’s go,” He nodded to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian smiled nodding as he started off. 

They only made it a hallway before Wei Wuxian started to regret his decision to walk. He leaned on the railing as they shuffled along. A silence marked only by his slight wheezing. It was at the end of the second hallway that he had to come to a stand still. 

“Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin finally spoke. “I don’t care if you have to use the chair.” 

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian wheezed. 

“Wuxian, get in the damn chair.” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “You think you look tough, but it’s ridiculous watching you cling to the railing.” Wei Wuxian sighed, shifting to lower himself into the chair. A sigh of relief as he settled. 

“This is ridiculous,” Wei Wuxian sighed as the sounds of the chair started filling the hallway. 

“If you weren’t so fast I’d be the one in this chair,” Jiang Wanyin replied. 

“Well, next time I’ll let you get stabbed.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “You’ll reap all the fun benefits.” 

“Are you kidding? Now that Wen Qing has done this with you, it’ll be a breeze the next time.” Jiang Wanyin replied. 

“Guess that’s what I get for being older,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Are the Lords really pushing you around?” 

“When is the last time you’ve seen a room of middle aged Lords willingly take instructions from a twenty year old?” Jiang Wanyin replied as they approached his office. He moved to open the doors, coming back to roll Wei Wuxian in. “Let me get you all the files on the refugees and the famine. They’re here somewhere,” He muttered as he moved to rummage through his office. 

“Real stellar organization here,” Wei Wuxian kidded him as he took in the seemingly random stacks of books and scrolls everywhere. 

“You try figuring out how to run a country in a few months,” Jiang Wanyin huffed back. “Dad always made it look so easy.” 

“You’ll figure it out,” Wei Wuxian assured him as he accepted the first file. He started flipping through it, already formulating the letters that needed to be sent out. 

“Do you want me to push you back to your room to get started on this?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“I’d appreciate it,” Wei Wuxian muttered, his gaze not rising from the files. His mind tuned out as the chair began to move. “A-Cheng, this food surplus is a bit odd. I mean I know the Wens burned crops as we pushed them back, but our eastern half is where most of our crops come from. They should be getting distributed.” 

He looked up, only to find himself in his room alone. He sighed, pulling out his brush and his inkstone and getting to work. A week later he was ducking into Jiang Wanyin’s office. 

“Jiang Cheng, I had a hunch,” He announced as he read the letter in his hands. “And I was right.” 

“Where’s your chair?” Jiang Wanyin muttered around the brush in his mouth. Wei Wuxian’s gaze rose just in time to see his brother spit it out. He had a different brush in his hand, working across the paper. 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian turned, a hand coming up to rub at his chest. “I guess I got caught up in this.” He muttered. 

“Sit before you fall over,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. Wei Wuxian nodded, wincing as he lowered himself. “What was your hunch?” 

“I thought it was strange that the food wasn’t getting distributed,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Even with the Wens burning crops as they were pushed back, most of our crops are grown in the east. Land that escaped the Wen’s fire-” 

“How do you know that?” Jiang Wanyin interrupted. 

“We had that one tutor who was obsessed with farming, don’t you remember? He must have gone over Yunmeng’s crops with us thousands of times.” Wei Wuxian cocked his head. He got a blank stare from Jiang Wanyin. “Anyway, those crops should have been distributed. I poked, our merchant numbers are nearly half what they were before the war. My refugee caravan is going to help now, but we need to do some serious work otherwise the problem is just going to repeat.” 

“Great,” Jiang Wanyin groaned. 

“What’s wrong?” Wei Wuxian blinked. “It’s good that we caught it this early. We can rally the Lords and get the problem fixed.” 

“Rally the Lords, sure,” Jiang Wanyin snorted. “I can’t get them to even agree on my parent’s memorial! Let alone an actual coronation date. The only person who has the experience they would listen to is Grannie Wen, but unfortunately she’s a Wen.” 

“Can’t you just tell them off? Crack the whip like Empress Yu?” Wei Wuxian questioned, his brow furrowing. 

“I can’t risk losing their support,” Jiang Wanyin snapped. Wei Wuxian knew it was aimed at the issue and not him. “If I offend them, they can either bar me from being crowned or succeed from Yunmeng. Since we were a battlefield, practically any other kingdom is better off than we are. I’m sure they’d be glad to have them.” 

“Qinghe was a battlefield.” Wei Wuxian felt a flurry of confusion wash over him. Jiang Wanyin was the rightful heir, why were the Lords being so difficult? They had all fought the war to get him back on the throne. 

“Emperor Nie has been on the throne for five years,” Jiang Wanyin replied. “He’s established while I’m anything but.” 

“What can we do?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “Do you need more support amongst the lords? I could talk to them, crack the whip and take the heat instead of you.” 

“You’re recovering, it could be too much of a strain,” Jiang Wanyin replied with a sigh. 

“I managed to walk all the way here!” Wei Wuxian replied. “What else do I have to do? Chase after A-Yuan? That sounds more detrimental to my recovery than talking to a few Lords.” He had learned that A-Yuan was a ball of energy, one that had become increasingly less tame now he realized he could hug and crawl over Wei Wuxian without causing him too much pain 

“I’d have to make you a Lord,” Jiang Wanyin thought. “A real one, with land. It’ll come with some responsibilities.” 

“If you can run a country, I can be a minor Lord.” Wei Wuxian teased him. “I can handle it.” 

“Where’s that list of Lords that died,” Jiang Wanyin muttered to himself as he poked around his desk. He made a triumphant noise as he found it. As his eyes scanned over it, a smile tugged at his lips. 

“What?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin smiled. “How would you like to be the Lord of Yiling?” 

“Sounds perfect,” Wei Wuxian laughed. 

Chapter Text

Need Mate. 

Wei Wuxian whimpered as he curled in on himself. His fingers tore into the fabric of his nest, long having given up on using the jade toy he’d normally used, before the war, during his heats. Instead it was left abandoned between his legs. The feeling of it nestled inside of him did nothing to curb the needs of his body, but it was better than nothing at all. He felt a sob rip from him, his emotions running as wild as his body was. 

He supposed this heat was a good sign. A sign his body felt like he had recovered enough from his wounds to handle a heat. Except he was no longer able to run through the countryside rampaging and murdering Wens. Now he was stuck. His scent had long soured, dominated by the bitter star anise of distress. He didn't think he'd stopped crying since his heat began, but he'd long given up on trying to wipe the tears away. 

“Oh A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli’s voice sounded as she came into check on him. “Maybe we should have found a partner for you after all.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian gritted out as he shook his head. 

“It’s a normal thing to need. ” Jiang Yanli tried to soothe by running a hand through his hair. Wei Wuxian felt all of his instincts flare to life, culminating in a sharp growl that sent Jiang Yanli flinching back. 

“Not right,” He pleaded. His face buried itself further into a pillow, the smallest scent of sandalwood had been embedded into it. The result of Wei Wuxian’s near constant use of sandalwood incense during his pre-heat. His mouth pulled the fabric into his mouth, sucking on it like he could suck the scent out. Instead all he got was the taste of silk, which only made him cry harder. 

Where are you? The sentiment sounded through his body, marked by a long keening cry. His eyes flew open as the soft scent of sandalwood and loquats filled his senses, only to land on Jiang Yanli setting a lit stick of incense near his nest. 

“Where is he,” He pleaded with her. 

“Who?” She questioned softly. “Who are you looking for?” 

“Lan Zhan,” He muttered. “Where is he?” 

“I don’t know,” Jiang Yanli murmured as she perched on the side of his nest. “I’m sorry A-Xian.” She reached out.

“No,” Wei Wuxian whimpered as he curled in tighter on himself. “I want Lan Zhan,” He sobbed. “I need him!” 

“Princess,” Wei Wuxian hardly recognized the voice of Wen Qing. Instead of the blood lust that would have pushed him to attack her months ago, all her presence did was make him gag on her alpha scent. His nose burying itself deeper into his nest. “I can see why you called.” 

“It is safe, right?” 

“I wouldn’t do it to A-Ning if it wasn’t.” 

“Do it.” 

Wei Wuxian lifted his head, watching Wen Qing warily as she set down her case of needles. Through the emotional haze he barely recognized her purpose, a sob rocking from him as he rolled over. He wasn’t coming, so what did it matter what she did to him?

He felt the first pinprick, the rest following lightning fast. Leaving him to fall into the relief of unconsciousness. 

“Wei Ying.” 

Wei Wuxian groaned as he curled in tighter on himself, only to have the scent of sandalwood and loquats flood over him. His eyes flew open as he scrambled towards the source of the scent. He collided with a warm torso, and it felt like his whole body sighed in relief. 

“Lan Zhan.” He exhaled, nearly sounding like a sob. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 

Wei Wuxian could feel hands fluttering around his body, as if they were searching but worried about causing more pain. Instead of pain, they left a curling heat in their wake. Wei Wuxian’s moan was muffled as he buried his face into Lan Zhan’s neck. Even now he couldn’t escape his heat. 

The thought hit him like lightning. 

He couldn’t have Lan Zhan in real life, but he could have him here. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian moaned as he dove into the man’s mouth. 

It earned him a surprised noise, but it was easy to swallow. The moment of hesitation passed, igniting the spark into a flame. Each trail of hands and the press of lips feeding the fire. Wei Wuxian’s cinnamon sweet scent flooded out around them. A deeper sandalwood rising to match it. 

But then it flickered. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian gasped as he fell forward. His hands barely managed to catch himself on the cold floor. “Lan Zhan?!” He called again, his heart pounding in his chest. He hated how tears began to prick his eyes.

But then suddenly the man was under him again. A reassuring warmth. 

“Wei Ying, I’m sorry.” 

“What’s happening?” Wei Wuxian’s hands dug into the robes in front of him. A panicked squawk sounded from his lips as suddenly they were grasping nothing again. 

“Just give me time,” Wei Wuxian could hear his voice.

“No!” Wei Wuxian pleaded, his hands digging against the ground with nothing else to grasp on to. “Lan Zhan don’t leave! Lan Zhan!” 

Why couldn’t he have this? The first sob broke from his chest as he collapsed on the ground. Was this his punishment for leaving him behind? A heat strong enough to even affect his ability to dream? He let every emotion pour out of him. He screamed, he cried, but nothing brought Lan Zhan back. 

He was gone, and Wei Wuxian had caused it. 

When Wen Qing removed the needles, Wei Wuxian felt like an empty husk. He couldn’t even talk, merely turning over and burying himself in his nest to sleep. It took two days for him to finally get out of bed. He wrapped himself in a blanket and stumbled out to his pavilion, letting his feet dangle into the water as he stared out over the lake. 

“I think I missed the lake most.” 

Wei Wuxian turned, seeing Jiang Yanli sitting down on the edge of the pavilion next to him. He watched her slide off her shoes, neatly placing them beside her. She scooted a bit closer before she slid her feet into the water. Wei Wuxian tightened his blanket as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. 

“Koi Tower has its water features, and a few of the camps I helped at were on rivers,” She mused. “But nothing quite compares with the peacefulness of the lake.”

Wei Wuxian hummed an agreement, swinging his leg to create a large ripple on the lake's surface. He wasn’t exactly sure why he came out to the lake. Perhaps it was feeling calm was better than the void of emotions coming out of his heat had left him with. The horrible dream surfaced. He tightened his blanket around him again. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jiang Yanli questioned. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath before shrugging. “I’ve never seen you get that emotional in a heat before.” 

“I don’t know why.” Wei Wuxian dropped his gaze to study the ripples in the water. 

“I think you do,” Jiang Yanli prodded, a foot flicking out to send ripples to disrupt the pattern Wei Wuxian was making. “When did you meet this Lan Zhan?” 

Wei Wuxian took a sharp inhale. He closed his eyes, the golden eyes swimming into view. They had teased him about it over the war, but he forced himself to write it off as nothing. He didn’t want to acknowledge what it meant. He couldn’t. He needed his focus to be on the war. 

Now, he had nothing to distract him from it. 

He bent, resting his head on Jiang Yanli’s shoulder. He felt her arm snake around his back, giving it a comforting squeeze before rubbing a small circle against the blanket. Maybe it was time to stop running, maybe then he’d have a chance to get over it. 

“He was my cellmate in Yiling,” He breathed, feeling the tears welling up. “I talked to him about anything to distract myself. He was muzzled, and I think it hurt him to talk, but he always let me know he was listening. He comforted me,” His voice broke. “Mostly by humming, or letting his scent out.” 

“That song you hum,” Jiang Yanli connected. “The incense you had made.” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian nodded against her shoulder. “Then I realized my heat was going to start. I didn’t think-” His voice broke as he heard Jiang Yanli take a sharp breath.  “He saved me.” Was all he managed to croak out. 

“You escaped together,” Jiang Yanli hummed. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian felt the tears spilling down his face now. “He didn’t think he could control himself. So he told me to leave him there.” Tears began to slide down his face, softly falling against Jiang Yanli’s robes. “And I let him command me, I didn’t even fight it. I left him there. I loved him and I left him there to die, shijie. I looked everywhere for him, even in Qishan, but he’s gone.” He cried. “Why does anyone fall in love? It hurts so much.” 

“Oh A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli sighed. Her arms came up to cradle him closer to her chest as he sobbed. Her soft lotus scent curled out around them, and softly she began to hum. The hole in Wei Wuxian’s chest ripped larger as he wished it was one of sandalwood and tenor. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

“Shijie is the prettiest bride in the whole world, don’t you think?” Wei Wuxian beamed from where he stood next to Jiang Wanyin. 

His brother stood tall in Yunmeng purple, the silver lotus crown shone against his dark hair. The proper observance had been met, and together they’d whipped the other Lords of Yunmeng into shape. Allowing Jiang Wanyin to officially ascend to the throne, Emperor of Yunmeng. What Wei Wuxian didn’t expect was for the silver guan that Jiang Wanyin once wore to now rest on his own head, a feeling he didn’t think he’d ever adjust to. 

But it did also mean they could no longer prolong Jiang Yanli’s marriage to Jin Zixuan. 

“That’s the third time you’ve said that,” Wen Qionglin said from where he stood from behind and to the right of Wei Wuxian. Although Wei Wuxian couldn’t see the other omega’s face, his tone was sweet and didn’t bear any malice. 

“Doesn’t make it any less true,” Jiang Wanyin commented roughly. Wei Wuxian snuck a glance at him, seeing his shidi’s eyes red from the effort not to cry. 

He turned his attention back to Jiang Yanli, a gleaming vision in red and gold. Her robes weighted down with yards of richly embroidered fabric of Lotus and Peony designs curled around the Phoenix motif. Her red veil floated around her, hiding the jewelry pieces the three had spent hours hand picking. They had always sworn they would send their sister off in style, and with some diplomatically excused delays they had been able to keep their promise.

The wedding between Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan was a tasteful extravaganza, one that would be the standard of weddings for decades. It almost made up for the fact she was marrying Jin Zixuan. 

Wei Wuxian tried not to fidget as he watched them make their bows. the beaming smile never faded from his face. He could smell how happy his shijie was. Her scent was cleverly masked by the fragrant blooming lotus positioned around the hall. Brought all the way from Lotus Pier for the occasion. 

When it was time for the tea ceremony, Jiang Wanyin’s firm hand clasped under Wei Wuxian’s elbow. In part to help with stiffness that still plagued him, the other to keep him from weaseling out of being at the table. He’d protested it when Jiang Yanli brought it up, saying he wasn’t really family. For the first time in his life, his beaming smile didn’t get him his way. Jiang Yanli’s had firmly asserted at every step of the wedding planning that Wei Wuxian was her family. A command to Jiang Wanyin that he’d get Wei Wuxian to the table, regardless of what anyone said. 

It had made Wei Wuxian scour every text he could find on the ceremony, asking anyone he knew who participated in one for cues. He was trying to convince himself he wasn’t going to ruin her perfect day. It was a mantra he repeated as he knelt next to Jiang Wanyin. His mind catalogued every step, every small movement that needed to be made. 

Perhaps that was why he was the first to notice it. The shift in the crowd, the subtle sound of a blade being drawn that had been ingrained on him during all those months at war. The realization that weapons had been banned from the event. 

“Death to the Jin!”

Wei Wuxian was on his feet in a flash, a hand reaching up to swiftly pull a hair pin out from his own hair. The other hand deflected the blade with his palm. It then flashed out to grab the man’s wrist, pulling him forward. The momentum helped drive the dull pin into the man’s heart. His foot flashed out to catch the dead man’s falling blade, kicking it up before it could hit the ground. A swift flick of his arm sent it into the side of a second attacker.

 It was the third that caught him off guard. The man’s eyes widened in shock as they collided, a sharp pain flaring in Wei Wuxian’s side. He quickly recovered, his hand a blade as it struck the man’s throat. The man quickly crumpled to the ground. Unconscious if not dead. His lips curled back in a snarl at the fourth, causing him to drop his knife in a moment of panic before fleeing. Wei Wuxian barely had time to grab it, flicking it in a practiced motion after the man. His muffled cry of surprise sounded through the hall before he fell.  

“Who let these men in here!” Jiang Wanyin roared behind him. “There were to be no weapons!” 

Emperor Jin was close behind in his questioning, including orders for the bodies to be quickly removed. Wei Wuxian’s attention was elsewhere as he shifted his arm and sleeve to cover his side as he moved closer to Jiang Yanli. 

“Princess are you alright?” He breathed. “I didn’t get any blood on you did I?” 

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli breathed from behind her veil. “You just!” She stammered to a stop. Wei Wuxian could see her hands shaking. 

“I’m sorry,” He bowed his head. “Your wedding was supposed to be perfect.” 

“I think I can speak for both of us when I say we prefer being alive,” Jin Zixuan spoke, a hand wrapping around Jiang Yanli’s shoulders in comfort. “Something that might not have been the case if you didn’t act as quickly as you did.” 

“I just reacted,” Wei Wuxian muttered. He threw a glance to the bodies as guards quickly moved to gather them. He winced at the sight of blood staining the floor. The flash of his borrowed hair pin reminded him of its origin. “Your hair pin! It’ll be ruined.” 

“A-Xian, you just saved my life!” Jiang Yanli spoke in a shocked laugh. “I could care less about a hair pin!” 

“Are you two okay?” Jiang Wanyin questioned as he moved closer, apparently having shouted all his orders. 

“I’m fine, thanks to A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli nodded. “Who were they?”

“There’s a chance they might be part of a local anarchy ring,” Jiang Wanyin replied. “How they slipped in is beyond me,” He muttered as he glared off in the direction the guards had gone. “Nothing you should worry about on your wedding day.”

“I’ll go and follow up,” Wei Wuxian offered. “See if I can figure out how they got in, make sure more don’t follow them.” He nodded as he moved to leave. 

“We haven’t finished the tea ceremony!” Jiang Yanli protested. “A-Cheng, he can’t leave! Especially now!”

“We’ll have our own men look into it,” Jin Zixuan stepped in before Jiang Wanyin could. “You're needed here.” 

All Wei Wuxian could do was smile and take his spot back on the other side of the tables. He tried not to wince as he did, or when a rug was hastily moved in to cover the blood smears. His nerves were only wound tighter now, unable to keep his hands from shaking as he performed his role in the ceremony. He kept his smile on as they moved into the banquet, watching the happy couple receive their guests. Sweat began to drip down his back from the effort. Slowly, once it would be acceptable for him to slip away he started his exit. 

“Your Majesty, forgive the intrusion.” Wei Wuxian smiled at Jiang Wanyin as he got his attention. He didn’t even realize who he was talking to until the other spoke. 

“General Wei, I’m glad to see you’ve recovered.” Lan Xichen greeted him. Wei Wuxian nodded to the man, who was dressed as grandly as Jiang Wanyin. He found his eyes curiously flickering to a ribbon tied around his forehead, reminding him he never got the chance to ask during the war.

“Your Majesty,” Wei Wuxian bowed in greeting. “It’s just Lord Wei now,” He smiled politely. “My health keeps me from being very active.” He gave the well rehearsed lie that was supposed to make the demotion sting a bit less. 

“Crown Prince,” Jiang Wanyin reminded him. 

“Right,” Wei Wuxian laughed nervously. It still felt weird to claim the title when he knew it was nothing more than a superficial gesture.  No one would ever allow him to ascend to the throne, which was only right. Jiang Yanli would be having children soon enough, and there were more than a few Lords hinting that it should be Jiang Wanyin’s turn to make his bows next. In the end, he was always merely a son of a servant.

“I apologize,” Lan Xichen nodded his head. “After today’s display I assumed. I hope it didn’t strain you too much.” 

“I will manage,” Wei Wuxian offered politely in reply. “I was hoping His Majesty would be kind enough to give my regards, and apologizes, to Her Highness for retiring early.” 

“Are you feeling okay?” Jiang Wanyin questioned a flash of worry appearing on his face. “Is it your lung?” He added, lowering his voice.

“I’m afraid I might have exerted myself a bit too much in the fight,” Wei Wuxian creatively danced around the truth. It was true his physical health was nowhere what it used to be. 

“Do you need me to walk you back to your rooms?” Jiang Wanyin questioned.

“No, enjoy the banquet.” Wei Wuxian protested. “One of us has to enjoy all that Lotus wine.” 

“It’s no trouble,” Jiang Wanyin pressed. “I can be back before A-Li notices.”

“I’m not so much of an invalid that I can’t walk back to my room on my own,” Wei Wuxian sighed, a certain snippiness finding its way into his tone. 

“I was planning on retiring early myself,” Lan Xichen interjected. “I’ll be leaving early in the morning for Gusu, perhaps I could offer to walk Crown Prince Wei back to his rooms for you? It is no trouble, and I already paid my respects to the couple.” 

“See? A perfect solution,” Wei Wuxian smiled, taking the easy way out. “I want to hear you complaining about that hangover in the morning.” He added as a goodbye, slipping the arm not resting awkwardly against his side into the arm Lan Xichen offered. He’d worry about the social fopa of him being on an emperor's arm in the morning. 

“I must say I’m surprised to find you taking my offer so easily,” Lan Xichen used to start conversation as they left the banquet, his small entourage behind him. 

“His Majesty has put a lot of effort into making this wedding perfect for Her Highness,” Wei Wuxian replied. “I don’t want something as small as walking me to my rooms to distract him from enjoying it.” 

“The things we do for our siblings,” Lan Xichen chuckled. Wei Wuxian smiled in return, trying to focus on the conversation to keep from fading. His eyes flickered up to the ribbon on the man’s forehead. 

“Speaking of siblings, I heard you were able to find your brother.” He supposed it was best to get the pleasantries out of the way. 

“Yes,” Lan Xichen breathed out. “Wangji was badly injured, but alive. His recovery has been slow.” 

“Perhaps Doctor Wen could prescribe something to aid it,” Wei Wuxian offered. “She was able to transfer her family’s medical library to Yunmeng, since her appointment as Imperial Doctor she’s been able to do a large amount of research.”

“I would be honored to receive her aid,” Lan Xichen nodded. “I shall reach out to her after I return to Gusu. Speaking of the Wens, how is your ward? Lil’ Radish is what you dubbed him, yes?”

“A-Yuan is doing well,” Wei Wuxian laughed. He winced as it shifted his carefully placed arm. “He’s started lessons,” His words trailed off as he felt a wave of pain crash over him. 

“Lord Wei? Are you well? You suddenly look very pale.” Lan Xichen’s voice called through the pain. 

“I’m afraid I shifted it by accident,” Wei Wuxian muttered in reply. His vision swam as he looked down, shifting his arm away from his body to see a quickly growing red stain in his robes. 

“Lord Wei!” Lan Xichen exclaimed seeing the knife Wei Wuxian had been hiding with his wide sleeve, which was now also stained with blood.

“Don’t tell Her Highness,” Wei Wuxian heard himself muttering. “I don’t want to ruin the wedding.” 

With that, black spots filled his vision as he collapsed. 

Chirping birds. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flickered open, taking in the expanse of a blue sky above. He tilted his head as he stared, his brow furrowing. It was only as he heard the sound of someone else breathing that the pieces fell into place. He turned his head, finding a sleeping peaceful face next to him. He smiled as he reached out, gently tracing the planes of the face. He wondered how much of this was his own imagination. Some dreams just felt so real, as if he was actually here. He wished he could remember more. 

“Hello,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as the golden eyes flickered open. 

“Mn.” Lan Zhan’s face tilted into Wei Wuxian’s hand. 

Wei Wuxian shifted to move closer, letting out a low hiss of pain as he did. His hand fell to his side, coming away sticky with blood. He whined as he tucked his head against Lan Zhan’s shoulder. Why couldn’t he imagine himself fully healed?

“Wei Ying?” 

“It’s fine,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Just stabbed.” 

“Stabbed?” Suddenly Lan Zhan’s form was hovering over him, a hand gingerly pressing into Wei Wuxian’s side. 

“Aiyah, it’s just a scratch,” Wei Wuxian protested. “Wen Qing’s probably already patching me up.” 

“How-” Lan Zhan’s brow contorted. 

“There was an attack at shijie’s wedding.” Wei Wuxian sighed tugging Lan Zhan back down so he could rest against him again. “Some Jin anarchists, I took care of it.” 

“Where were the guards?” 

“I don’t know,” Wei Wuxian shrugged with a sigh as he rested his cheek on Lan Zhan’s shoulder.  

“Why did you have to deal with it? You wouldn’t have been in harms way!” 

“I wasn’t just going to let them kill my shijie.” Wei Wuxian huffed. “I’m just out of practice, so one slipped through.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan sighed. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian chided back. “I’m fine! Besides, maybe I should get stabbed more if it means I get to see you.” 

“I should be there.” 

The words hurt far more than the stab wound in Wei Wuxian’s side. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears welled up in them. Why did this have to be one of those dreams? Why couldn’t it have just been ones where they cuddled or fucked? Those might not feel as real as this, but they were far more comforting.

“Wei Ying I-” 

“Don’t,” Wei Wuxian buried his face into Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “I can’t-” His breath caught in his chest. “Just let me have this.” 

“Wei Ying.” 

The force of his voice was nearly as powerful as his kiss. 

“Hold on,” Lan Zhan murmured against Wei Wuxian’s lips. “I’m coming.” 

Wei Wuxian jerked as Lan Zhan’s weight vanished from around him. 

“Fuck!”

The dull throbbing pain in Wei Wuxian’s side reflected his mood as he came too. His eyes flickered open, a golden ceiling greeting him. His hand pressed to the pain, a hiss escaping from him. He couldn’t even dream right anymore. 

“That’s what you get for getting stabbed and not telling anyone.” Wen Qing’s voice sounded. Wei Wuxian groaned as he shifted, lifting his head to find her. She was packing away her supplies, a pile of bloody rags nearby. 

“I thought doctors were supposed to be kind to their patients,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he let his head fall back. “How bad is it?” 

“The knife didn’t hit anything important,” Wen Qing sighed. “But I don’t want you thinking that's a sign you shouldn’t get medical attention immediately the next time you get stabbed.”

“It would have interrupted the wedding,” Wei Wuxian muttered. 

“Stabbings take precedent over weddings,” Wen Qing sighed. 

“I’ll keep it in mind the next time I get stabbed at a wedding,” He moved to salute, only to pull at the wound on his side. 

“Don’t pull out your stitches,” Wen Qing chided, coming over to sit on the side of his bed. Her hands pulled open his loosely tied inner robe to look at the wound. “It took most of the night to patch you up, meaning that Wanyin is currently passed out drunk instead of here yelling at you. You can thank Emperor Lan for that.” She concluded as she tossed his robe back into place. 

“I’ll make sure to send my regards,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I don’t think I have to convince you to get your sleep,” Wen Qing sighed. “I’ll let Wanyin know we’ll have to delay our departure back to Lotus Pier. I’m sure Her Highness will want to see you the moment she’s free.” 

“I’ll brace myself for the oncoming storm,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“Drink this,” Wen Qing produced a small vial. “It’ll help you sleep through the pain.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow. He took the vial, knocking back the bitter contents. He handed the empty vial back to Wen Qing with a grimace on his face. He still hadn’t adjusted to the bitter taste, despite the heavy usage over his previous recovery. 

The next time he woke there was a smell of a bitter herbal concoction in the air. He slowly shifted, propping himself up on an elbow. Jiang Wanyin was sitting at the table in his guestroom, a thousand yard stare into the cup in front of him. His hair was the same as the night before, just now bearing signs of being slept in. 

“You look like shit,” Wei Wuxian croaked. His dry throat telling him he’d been asleep for a while. Jiang Wanyin jerked, showing off a pair of dark circles under his eyes. 

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin breathed hurrying over. Wei Wuxian muttered his thanks as Jiang Wanyin helped prop him up on pillows. “What the hell were you thinking!” He scolded once Wei Wuxian had set in. A hard punch to his uninjured side. 

“I didn’t want to ruin the wedding,” Wei Wuxian gently pressed his palm to his wound. “I was looking to make a quiet exit, then get someone to bring Wen Qing to look at me. The knife shifted on the walk back. I know it’s important for Yunmeng that this marriage goes well. And we couldn’t delay their bonding any longer. We already pushed it off for a year and a half, in part because of me!” 

“Wuxian, for once stop thinking about everyone one else!” Jiang Wanyin snapped. The smell of acrid lightning rolling off him. “You aren’t some tool for us, you're our brother!” Jiang Wanyin scoffed, his anger coloring his attempt to fill Jiang Yanli’s normal caring role. Still, it was touching to see him try. 

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian swallowed, a lump low in his throat. 

“You should be,” Jiang Wanyin huffed. “Wen Qing says we should stay a bit longer before we move you, so you get to be the one to tell a-jie about this.” Wei Wuxian cringed. “A-Yuan’s been asking for you,” He continued. “Wen Ning has been keeping him busy for now.” 

“I can see him,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Tell him to bring his math lesson if he’s still having trouble with it.” 

“Alright,” Jiang Wanyin nodded, standing up. He crossed to the table, picking up the herbal concoction and drinking it in one swift motion. He moved to the door, pausing before he went through. “Try not to do anything stupid, will you?” 

“I never try to do anything stupid,” Wei Wuxian snorted rolling his eyes. “It just seems to happen.” 

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“Papa, papa look!” A-Yuan ran excitedly into Wei Wuxian’s study. He was clad in purple Yunmeng robes, the bell of the royal family jangling away at his waist. Now five, he was starting to get a little too big for Wei Wuxian to lift, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.  “I drew Gugu’s pavilion!” 

“Let me see!” Wei Wuxian beamed as he dropped what he was working on to scoop up A-Yuan. Once he was balanced on his hip, Wei Wuxian took one of the sides of the paper clutched in his hand so he could look at it. For a five year old it was rather impressive. “Radish, you’ll be the best artist in the world at this rate!” He gasped dramatically. 

“Papa, you’re the best artist in the world!” A-Yuan giggled back. 

“You want something,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed playfully. “My deviously smart son, tell me what you want.” He teased as he heaved him up, gaining a laugh for his efforts. He saw A-Yuan hide his face, his bashfulness surfacing now that he’d been called out for his actions. Either that or he knew being cute would get him what he wanted. Deviously smart this one. 

“I want to see gugu,” A-Yuan finally muttered. 

“Do you miss her already?” Wei Wuxian hummed. A-Yuan nodded. “Me too radish.” He sighed. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Tell you what, I’ll ask your shushu if he has business in Lanling that we can tag along on. Then we can visit your gugu. How does that sound?” 

He got an energetic nod from A-Yuan. Wei Wuxian chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. He raised an eyebrow as a rather breathless Wen Qionglin came running in. The omega waved as he took a moment to lean against the door to catch his breath. 

“A-Yuan, did you run away from Wen Ning again?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. He watched his son immediately bury his face in his neck to hide. “A-Yuan, we talked about this.” 

“I told him to run ahead,” Wen Qionglin protested the scolding. 

“Wen Ning, I told you not to enable his rule breaking!” Wei Wuxian in turn scolded him. Now he had two bashful boys on his hands. “Now tell me, what did you skip out on?” He questioned A-Yuan. 

“Math,” His son muttered against his neck. 

“Having trouble with it again?” Wei Wuxian sighed. A-Yuan nodded again, his face still hidden in his neck. “Alright, let me finish up some work. I can help you with it before we do our training for the day.” 

A-Yuan perked up immediately at that, his head lifting from Wei Wuxian’s neck. Wei Wuxian got a very wet kiss on his cheek before A-Yuan squirmed to be let down. The moment his feet hit the ground, he was zooming off in a blur of purple. Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“I don’t know where he gets all his energy,” He smiled at Wen Qionglin. 

“He gets it from you,” Wen Qionglin replied with a small bow. 

“Thanks for filling in while we look for a new tutor,” Wei Wuxian said. “I don’t know why we can’t keep one for longer than a month.” He sighed. “I mean, Jiang Wanyin and I were terrors and we still had tutors for longer than that.” 

“Perhaps A-Yuan would benefit from having a school mate,” Wen Qionglin offered. “Someone to help temper his energy.” 

“I suppose I did spend a good amount of energy trying to distract Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I’ll see if I can find a playmate his own age.” 

“One that likes math,” Wen Qionglin smiled. 

“I’ve got a letter to finish,” Wei Wuxian looked back down to his desk. “Then a quick meeting with His Majesty. I’ll hopefully be over to help with math and tire him out in an hour.”  

“Attempt the impossible,” Wen Qionglin teased. A motto that had amused him and his sister to no end when they had first arrived at Lotus Pier. 

“I always assumed it would be applied to something other than tiring out my five year old,” Wei Wuxian snorted as he took a seat back at his desk. “Although getting Lord Yao and Ouyang to not complain about something is a close second.” He muttered as he rubbed his temple. 

Wen Qionglin nodded, taking a deep breath before he went to chase after A-Yuan. Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to the letter on his desk. A reply to Lord Ouyang’s most recent problem. He swore he and Lord Yao were taking turns annoying him into relinquishing his position as Jiang Wanyin’s advisor. He finished outlining what he thought was a rather inventive solution, sealed it and dropped it into his pile of things to be mailed before slipping out of his study. 

Although his study and Jiang Wanyin’s weren’t very far apart, Wei Wuxian took the scenic route. The lotus within Lotus Pier’s grounds were just starting to grow in the water, having failed to sprout the year before. They were like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place, finally making it feel like Lotus Pier had finally recovered. He could hardly wait for them to bloom. 

He rounded the final corner, sliding open the side door to Jiang Wanyin’s study and slipped in. He’d only made it a few feet before he was stopped in his tracks. 

“A-Cheng, you both know why we can’t.” The voice was so soft Wei Wuxian almost didn’t recognize it as Wen Qing’s. “Yunmeng needs more allies, marrying a Wen would only risk further alienation.” 

“Our ties with the Jin are strong,” Jiang Wanyin huffed back. 

“But Yunmeng has nothing tying it to Gusu or Qinghe,” Wen Qing replied. “The other three kingdoms are bound by a sworn brotherhood, leaving Yunmeng out in the cold. What happened to Qishan is fresh in everyone’s minds. They’re already encroaching on our borders, waiting for Yunmeng to collapse and divide up the pieces. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” 

Wei Wuxian’s breath caught. Suddenly the letters on his desk were shining in a new light. He’d written off issues with crops and trade restarting had been due to their recovery from the war. He thought Emperor Jin’s pushiness on their treaties was him bullying Jiang Wanyin due to his young age. He just assumed things would recover, that Yunmeng had a future. He never stopped to consider it would fail. 

“I just don’t see why we have to have a marriage alliance!” Jiang Wanyin huffed. “I fought alongside them in the war, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“Marriage creates a stronger bond,” Wen Qing sighed. “One that doesn’t fade with time.” 

“So what, I have to marry someone I don’t love to make sure we aren’t run over?” Jiang Wanyin snapped. Wei Wuxian heard a sharp intake of breath. His own eyes widening at the words that followed. 

“You love me?” 

“Yeah,” Jiang Wanyin said after a long pause, Wei Wuxian could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I do, A-Qing.” It was followed by the rustle of clothing. 

“A-Cheng,” Wen Qing sighed. 

“Why does everything have to be so damn complicated,” Jiang Wanyin growled. “I know you won’t, but I have to ask.” There was a long sigh. “You could be a consort, we’d still get our alliance.” 

“I can’t share you A-Cheng,” Wen Qing replied softly. “It isn’t my nature.” 

“I know,” Jiang Wanyin sighed in reply. “I know.” 

Wei Wuxian’s mind raced for a solution, each path coming down to the same conclusion. He took a deep breath, moving the rest of the way into Jiang Wanyin’s study. 

“I can marry,” He announced his arrival. He watched Jiang Wanyin and Wen Qing spring apart, a red flush of embarrassment on both of their faces. 

“Wuxian, how long have you been standing there?” Jiang Wanyin hissed. 

“Long enough to know Yunmeng needs a marriage alliance,” Wei Wuxian breathed out. “I can do it.” 

“No,” Jiang Wanyin gritted his teeth. His robes dramatically flared behind him as he stalked over to his desk. Wen Qing crossed her arms, the flush faded from her face to return to it’s normal noble bearings. 

“I’m a male omega, I can marry anyone to produce offspring.” Wei Wuxian protested. “As an alpha you are limited. The only person who could make an appropriate match for an Emperor would be Crown Prince Nie. We both know Huaisang would drive you crazy within a month of your marriage.” 

“No,” Jiang Wanyin repeated again. 

“I know I’m not Jiang by blood, but you did make me Crown Prince,” Wei Wuxian barreled on. “My military experience would be a mark in my favor with the Nie’s. Since I worked with Emperor Lan, it wouldn’t be a mark against me. The only ones that would have an issue with it would be the Jins, but shijie is already married to Jin Zixuan. Thank the heavens, since I don’t think I could marry a Jin.” 

“Wuxian, I said no!” Jiang Wanyin snarled. His hand slammed into the desk, sending the letters and his scent flying through the air.  Wei Wuxian watched as Wen Qing slid forward, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. The smallest trace of an earthy willow bark picked up by Wei Wuxian’s nose. 

“We can handle this,” Wen Qing took a deep breath as she raised her gaze to look at Wei Wuxian. 

“You don’t have to!” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you when the lords started pressuring us in the first place!” Jiang Wanyin snapped. “Because you’d run off to sacrifice yourself again!” 

“It doesn’t have to be a sacrifice!” Wei Wuxian snapped back, his own scent growing more heated with peppercorn. 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you would be happy sitting at home and playing the demure married omega.” Jiang Wanyin snapped. Wei Wuxian stepped forward, looking him dead in the eyes.

“It’s what I was raised for,” He leveled back. 

“That’s not what I asked,” Jiang Wanyin shot back. 

“I’m not going to let you throw away the chance to be with the one you love.” Wei Wuxian rebutted. 

“And I won’t let you!”

“The person I love is already dead!” Wei Wuxian snapped. 

His words settled over the study, followed by a deadly silence. Even Jiang Wanyin’s scent that had been flaring out in anger had been cut completely. Jiang Wanyin’s eyes were wide with shock, with Wen Qing’s being nearly as big. Wei Wuxian huffed as he crossed his arms. 

“Don’t stare like that,” He snapped, crossing his arms as he moved to the window in Jiang Wanyin’s study. He leaned against it as he stared out at the sprouting Lotus. 

“Your cellmate?” Wen Qing finally breathed from behind him. Wei Wuxian sighed as he leaned his head against the window frame. 

His fingers move to rub the ribbon he still wore at his wrist. Jiang Yanli had shown him how to mend it just in time. Now the faded off white ribbon was mismatched with patches of white silk thread, but at least it was still in one piece. With how much he wore it, it wouldn’t be long before there wasn’t much of the original ribbon left.  

“Isn’t it funny?” He chuckled to himself. “Now that I can admit I loved him, I know for sure he’s dead.” He sighed. His letters in an attempt to find Lan Zhan’s resting place had slowly dwindled, those with the information dying in captivity. “It’s time for me to move on. If I can help Yunmeng by doing that,” He pulled his lips into a smile before he looked back at them. “It’s my honor.”

“Damn it Wuxian,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. His hand came up to rub his face. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you in the first place. You’d come up with some undeniable argument.” 

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian teased, trying to keep his voice light despite the lump in his throat. “Besides, I do think Wen Qing is the only person on the planet who would put up with you.”

“You!” Jiang Wanyin huffed, a hand darting for the nearest thing to throw. 

“If you married Nie Huaisang we’d probably have another war on our hands,” Wei Wuxian dodged the brush that came sailing at him. “You’d probably step on one of his fans and Emperor Nie would launch a warship.” He laughed dodging the next one. 

“No, he’d accidentally insult a painting and make him cry.” Wen Qing spoke with a smile playing across his lips. It caused Jiang Wanyin to freeze mid-throw, turning to her with a betrayed look on his face. 

“A-Qing!” He hissed. “You’re supposed to be on my side.” Wei Wuxian watched Wen Qing chuckle, a finger lifting his chin. 

“I love you,” She said. “But I’m too smart to join the losing side.”

Wei Wuxian cackled as he dodged another brush as he ran for the door. His bravado only lasted for a few hallways. He slumped against the wall, bringing his hands up to press into his eyes.  He took a deep breath. 

He could do this. 

Yunmeng was counting on him. 

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Screaming. 

Wei Wuxian jerked awake, his heart stopping as he found himself in a cell. He jerked back, pressing himself against one of the walls as his chest began to heave from the force of his breathing. It isn’t real, he tried to convince himself. Any moment he’d wake up in his own bed in Lotus Pier. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could will himself to wake up. 

Only to have another cry sound. 

His eyes flew open, and it was like the room was rippling around him. He stumbled to his feet as another scream sounded. He’d never heard it before, but somehow he knew.  He knew it belonged to Lan Zhan. 

A strangled cry broke from his own lips as he saw Lan Zhan’s body. 

He was laying in a pool of his own blood. His torso was covered in dozens of blood soaked bandages, but they weren’t enough. The blood was either seeping into Lan Zhan’s trousers, or he’d suffered injuries there as well. On top of it it was blossoming out against the stone floor. Thankfully his hair had been pulled up and away from the mess, keeping it from becoming matted. Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he fell to Lan Zhan’s side, wondering where to start. 

“I’m here,” Wei Wuxian murmured gently as he peeled back a bandage. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan’s voice was uncharacteristically hazy. A hand blindly reaching out for him. 

“I’m here,” Wei Wuxian repeated as he caught it, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “What can I do? How can I help?” 

“Don’t want you to see.” Lan Zhan’s head ducked. 

“Hush,” Wei Wuxian chided. “Let me take care of you.” He crooned as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to the back of Lan Zhan’s head. He moved his mouth downwards, gently peeling back the bandages. Lacking any other means, he gently began to lick over the wounds. The bitter metallic taste of blood was one he’d long adjusted too. 

As more bandages peeled off, Wei Wuxian’s breath caught as he realized what had caused them. Dozens of whip marks marred Lan Zhan’s back. Some were thankfully shallow, but too many of them ran deep. 

“I need to go.” 

“Go where?” Wei Wuxian questioned softly as he shrugged out of his robe. He gently used it to soak up more of the blood, though his saliva had helped to stop some of the shallower bleeds. 

“I need to go.” Lan Zhan repeated. Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed. 

“Lan Zhan, can you hear me?” 

“I need to go to him!” Lan Zhan nearly growled. 

“I’m right here,” Wei Wuxian tried to soothe. He abandoned his efforts to tend to Lan Zhan’s back, instead pulling his head into his lap. “I’m right here Lan Zhan.” He repeated as he ran his fingers through Lan Zhan’s hair, pulling out the bun. 

“Ge, he needs me.” 

“You’re not making sense,” Wei Wuxian crooned. His fingers pressed to Lan Zhan’s fevered forehead. A wave of concerns waving over him, if this was an infection there wasn’t much he could do. Just keep it clean, Wen Qing’s words ran through his head. 

“I need to go.” Lan Zhan pressed tiger into Wei Wuxian’s lap. “He’s waiting.” 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he tried to think of what to say, of what comfort he could offer.  Lan Zhan. 

“I don’t care!” The harsh tone in Lan Zhan’s voice nearly made Wei Wuxian jump. “You don’t understand.” The next part was nearly as biting. “Then heal me faster!” Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed as he carded through Lan Zhan’s hair again. It was almost like he was hearing half of a conversation, a fever drunk one on top of it. 

“I’d give more, all I have.”  

Wei Wuxian felt his chest tighten. 

“He was worth it.” Lan Zhan murmured. “Every strike.” 

Wei Wuxian’s heart stopped as he looked at the whip marks on Lan Zhan’s back. The Wen’s had done this to him. He’d hoped, he’d prayed Lan Zhan’s death had been quick. This, this was the worst he’d feared. Lan Zhan had died in pain and alone, and it was all his fault. 

“I’ve got you now,” Wei Wuxian murmured, cradling Lan Zhan closer. His head ducking to press his lips to his hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be with you until the end.” 

Between his tender kisses, he began to hum. 

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“Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang’s excited voice called out as he ran up to him. “You’ll never believe this,” He beamed as he came to a stop in front of Wei Wuxian’s table. He cast a glance around, before flicking his fan open. Only then did he lean in to whisper.  “There’s a rumor going around that you’re looking to get married!” 

Wei Wuxian sighed as he glanced around the banquet hall of Koi Tower. Dozens of people milled around the hall, making introductions and engaging in small talk. When he had agreed to make a marriage alliance, he forgot an important thing. Being on the marriage market meant he was obligated to attend social events. Since he was looking to marry outside of Yunmeng, he had to attend events held by the other Kingdoms. 

So here he was, dressed in an outfit he hadn’t worn since Empress Yu was alive. The formal guan of Yunmeng’s Crown Prince in his hair, pulling his hair tight and digging into his skull at the same time. Jiang Yanli had said he looked pretty, Wei Wuxian felt like he was dressed up like a show horse. Now he had to sit through an entire evening in it. He had to smile and rub elbows with people he couldn’t care less about. On top of it all, he got to hear all those rumors he avoided by staying in Lotus Pier. At least tomorrow there would be a hunt, letting him wear something far more comfortable and the chance to shoot something. 

On top of it all, he’d learned upon his arrival he was the ‘big fish’ in the sea. The rumors of Crown Prince Lan’s attendance to the event were false, meaning Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang were the two highest ranking available attendees. 

“It’s not a rumor Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian replied. Nie Huaisang’s fan stopped it’s constant fluttering, his mouth dropping open behind it. “You don’t have to act so surprised.” He snorted. “Aren’t you looking for a partner too?” 

“Yeah, but I’m,” Nie Huaisang trailed off. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow at him. “Traditional.” He decided to go with. 

“I was raised in the six arts!” Wei Wuxian objected. 

“Wei-xiong, you commanded armies during the war.” Nie Huaisang replied, his fan resuming its fluttering. “I hid in the Cloud Recesses and painted twelve fans.” 

“Only twelve?” Wei Wuxian hummed. 

“They were very detailed!” Nie Huaisang objected. The two of them devolved into laughter after a moment. Wei Wuxian shifted, making room for the other omega to sit at his table pouring him a cup of wine. 

Before their conversation could continue, it was interrupted by a man. A lesser lord from who knows where, approaching his section. Jiang Yanli had arranged for him to be within sight of her own seat, which landed him on a slightly raised platform near the head of the room. Normally he put up a fuss, but with an unknown quantity of alphas and his occasional issues with them, he welcomed it. 

It did mean he had been receiving curious glances all evening. Most of the attendees didn’t seem to know if he was ‘on the market’ or not. Prior to Nie Huaisang, no one had been bold enough to approach him. Either Nie Huaisang’s approach had given the room confidence, or the liquor had started to kick in. 

“Lord Wei,” The man greeted with a bow. 

“Crown Prince,” Nie Huaisang corrected. Wei Wuxian shot him a glare. “Lord Wei Is the Crown Prince of Yunmeng,” He added, his eyes flickering to the guan in Wei Wuxian’s hair. Wei Wuxian saw the man’s eyes widen, as he hastily made another salute. 

“Apologizes, Crown Prince Wei.” The man stammered. “I did not realize.” 

“No offense taken,” Wei Wuxian objected glaring at Nie Huaisang. “I’m merely a placeholder until the next heir is born.” He explained, not wanting anyone to get any wrong ideas. Marrying him would not get them a throne. 

“My father frequented Yunmeng before the war,” The lesser lord smiled. “He said your dizi playing was unlike anything he’d ever heard. I was wondering if you’d be willing to play for us.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think anyone would ask,” He chuckled nervously. Empress Yu had always said his playing sounded like a cat in heat. It was only Jiang Fengmian that pushed him to perform for visitors, often to provide a duet partner for Jiang Yanli.  A-Yuan seemed to enjoy it, but he was also five and enjoyed any attention you gave him. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring a dizi.” 

“Oh, I have one!” The Lesser Lord perked up. A slim case produced from his sleeve. Wei Wuxian shot Nie Huaisang a glance, only to get a smile and a nod from behind his fan. 

Wei Wuxian smiled as he stood and reached out to take the case. The case itself was exquisitely carved, scrolling designs of dragons and phoenixes on the sides. The dizi itself was a piece of art, varnished to a deep red. He carefully lifted it out of the case, testing the weight in his hands. He sat down, his robes fanning out around him as he did. 

“Anything in particular?” He questioned. 

“Whatever you’d be willing to play,” The lesser lord was practically beaming. 

Wei Wuxian hummed to himself as brought the flute up to his lips. His fingers danced across it as he played a scale to test the sound. It had a cheerful sound, so Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and launched into one of the more upbeat songs from Yunmeng. It was a shame it was such a formal event, as Wei Wuxian couldn’t remember the last time he’d danced. He finished the song, with his lung only slightly aching thanks to his ability to circular breathe. 

“You’ll have to forgive me for getting the phrasing off,” Wei Wuxian smiled as lowered the flute. “I haven’t quite adjusted to my new lung capacity.” He looked up, only to see the lesser lord's eyes wide and shining. 

 He panickedly looked at Nie Huaisang, who was leisurely fanning himself with a pleased smile on his face. He couldn’t help but notice the banquet hall had fallen quite as well. He glanced over to where Jiang Yanli was sitting. He got a beaming smile from her, so he doubted he did something wrong. He carefully laid the dizi back in the case. 

“It’s a beautiful dizi,” He smiled to the lesser Lord. He stood with the case in hand, offering it back to him. “Thank you for allowing me to play it.” 

“Please keep it!” The lesser lord quickly protested. “A beautiful dizi for a beautiful person.” 

It hit Wei Wuxian like a lighting bolt as he saw the man’s face flush. He stammered himself, but for a different reason. He looked at Nie Huaisang, but he merely laughed at him from behind his fan. He looked back to the case, realizing the intended meanings behind the motifs. His mind raced, would accepting it be an agreement to be courted? He didn’t really want to be courted, he had intended to just jump into a marriage. No chances to regret what he was doing that way. On the other hand, if it was a proposal gift it could accidently lock him into a marriage. 

“Perhaps in exchange for the gift, Prince Wei would play us a few more songs.” Nie Huaisang spoke up, apparently reading his internal crisis. The lesser lord eagerly nodded his head in agreement. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath as he withdrew the box. 

“I think I can manage that,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Any requests?” 

He settled himself back down on his cushion, working through the happier songs in his repertoire. It passed most of the night away, it was only as others began to fade from the halls that he let himself drift into more solemn music. The soothing strains from those dark cell walls. 

“Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang muttered from his throne of cushions he was sprawled out on as Wei Wuxian finished a song. His face had become a rosy red, thanks to the legion of wine jars surrounding him. “Why are you marrying? You’ve got a ward already, so it’s not like you need the company.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed as he set the dizi back in his case. He lifted a cup of wine to his lips, the booze long having dulled the pain in his chest from the extended playing. Finding it empty, he let himself grab a bottle, leaning back on his own cushion to look out over the banquet hall. Only a few souls remained, half of them passed out at their tables. None of them were nearby, meaning their conversation wouldn’t be overheard by the wrong person. 

“Yunmeng could use an alliance,” Wei Wuxian spoke in a low voice. “Jiang Cheng has someone he cares for, I couldn’t let him marry someone he didn’t. Besides, I have a larger pool of possible partners.” 

“You can tell me,” Nie Huaisang giggled. “Is it that pretty Wen Doctor?” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“I knew it,” Nie Huaisang’s finger pointed to the sky. “Everyone says you and he were going to end up together, but you're completely wrong for each other!” 

“Is that so?” Wei Wuxian laughed, reaching over to snag one of Nie Huaisang’s pillows to prop himself on. 

“It is,” Nie Huaisang nodded energetically. “You might be Jiang-xiong’s type, but he’s not yours.” 

“And what is my type?” Wei Wuxian snorted, taking a swig from his jar. “And how do you know I’m A-Cheng’s type?” 

“Please, Jiang-xiong obviously needs someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him,” Nie Huaisang stated as if it was obvious. “In and outside of the bedroom.” He added with a giggle and a wagged eyebrow. “He needs someone who’ll look past that prickly exterior, and can keep a cool head against his temper. Everyone thought that’s what Empress Yu was raising you for.” 

“Please, she wanted to marry me off to whoever would take me the farthest away from Yunmeng.” Wei Wuxian snorted as he took another heavy swig of wine. “Hell, she offered me to the Wens before Lotus Pier fell.” He muttered into his jar. If Wen Chao was to be believed, it was because Madam Yu demanded too much in bridal presents for him that brought Lotus Pier down. 

“You, Wei-xiong, need someone softer,” Nie Huaisang mused. “Who’ll listen to your wild ramblings with a smile, and will never see them as a burden. An equal, someone who could match you in every way. They’ll be incredibly good looking, trained in the six arts as well as combat. They’ll write you songs and poetry, and you’ll paint them for hours.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, a pair of golden eyes swimming into his mind. He lifted the wine jar to his lips, draining the last of it. He let the bitter wine drown out the memories, the questions that would forever remain unanswered. 

“How’d I do?” Nie Huaisang questioned. Wei Wuxian glanced over, seeing the young man propped up. He was looking at him with a glint in his eye, a clearness that implied he wasn’t as drunk as his rosy complexion implied.   

“On the nose,” He sighed. “As usual.” He sighed as his hand reached for another wine jar. 

“They say you lost someone in the war,” Nie Huaisang spoke softly. Wei Wuxian stared off across the banquet hall, wishing he was a bit more numb from the wine. “Some even say he’s the sire of A-Yuan.”

“I found A-Yuan in a box of radishes in a camp we cleared out,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Emperor Lan, Jiang Cheng and General Nie can all attest to that. Besides, he’s five! I would have had to have him before the war! You know Empress Yu never would have allowed that.” 

“But you did lose someone,” Nie Huaisang hummed. Wei Wuxian’s attention flickered back to the omega, before he knocked back a good portion of the jar. “You loved them.” 

Wei Wuxian remained quiet as he looked away from the other omega, his fingers trailing over the design of the jar in his hand. Ever since he’d decided to make Yunmeng’s marriage alliance, he’d been beset with nightmares. Of Lan Zhan lying broken in his arms. As if punishing him for trying to move on. 

But did he even have the right to say he’d been in love? He could see the way it made Jiang Yanli light up, the soft touches between Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen. He didn’t have any of that. He’d barely known Lan Zhan, did he have the right to claim he’d loved him? He knew the effect his loss had on him. The gaping hole burning away at the center of his chest, the feeling like he’d never be whole again. The pain that could only be dulled by the strongest of wines. The nightmares of what he’d forced the other man to go through. 

No, he decided, didn’t know love. He only knew of pain. 

“I don’t know,” He finally murmured, realizing Nie Huaisang’s eyes were still on him. 

“Well, may you find love with your match.” Nie Huaisang lifted his wine jar. Wei Wuxian followed suit, although it was an empty gesture. 

He wasn’t expecting love. 

He wasn’t expecting for the gaping hole in his chest to be filled. 

All he expected was the alliance. The security that alliance would bring Yunmeng, the hope it would help it thrive again. It was his duty to serve, and it was an honor to fulfill his duty. Nothing else mattered. 

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Despite Wei Wuxian’s intention to make a marriage alliance to save Yunmeng, he hadn’t expected to get much interest. He was technically a Crown Prince, but not by blood. His questionable military service he knew was a disadvantage, ripping throats wasn’t exactly something that made a matchmaker’s eyes light up. 

But apparently, in his matchmaker’s words, he had a pretty face, tiny waist and good birthing hips to make up for having a reputation as someone who rips out throats. A claim Wei Wuxian had difficulty believing, which hadn’t instilled much confidence in him.

They’d instructed the matchmaker to just cast a net out and send them any of the responses. Wei Wuxian figured he’d have to cozy up to Nie Huaisang to garner invites to some larger events. He’d do his research and strategize how to snag someone high enough to make a reasonable alliance. 

So the room full of proposal gifts was a shock.

When the first few arrived, Jiang Wanyin had merely instructed for all the gifts to be cataloged and stored so Wei Wuxian could go through them at his own speed. Being plagued by nightmares of Lan Zhan had done little to put Wei Wuxian in the mood to do it, so a few weeks drifted by. When Jiang Wanyin demanded Wei Wuxian go through them because he had to move them to a larger room, he thought he’d been joking. 

“Shijie, tell me you and Jiang Cheng bought a bunch of presents to boost my ego,” Wei Wuxian breathed looking out over the room. He had no idea where to even start. “There is no way these can all be from prospective suitors.” 

“I’ll be honest,” Jiang Yanli glanced around the room with wide eyes. “A-Cheng told me he’d picked up some things, but then got rid of them as the real ones started arriving. He didn’t tell me there were this many.” 

“Did the matchmaker mess up and set me up with every eligible person in the four kingdoms?” Wei Wuxian pressed on. “I said we needed to make an alliance.” 

“Here, these are the records A-Cheng mentioned.” Jiang Yanli moved over to pick up a scroll. “You go wander and see if anything jumps out.” 

“Just tell me where the useful suitors presents are and we’ll go from there.” Wei Wuxian shook his head. 

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli said in a scolding tone. “Love could be out there for you again, go look.” She pressed. 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip, resisting the urge to argue with Jiang Yanli that an alliance was more important. She seemed to think trying to move on from Lan Zhan was a good idea, but how could Wei Wuxian move on? He found himself even treasuring the nightmares of Lan Zhan, napping on the off chance he could have another dream of him. He knew it wasn’t healthy, but it felt like his dream Lan Zhan needed him. 

He pushed Lan Zhan from his mind, turning it to strategically examine the room around him. He’d assumed it would be easy, that the nicest gifts would come from the highest ranking matches. Except the room was filled with presents of all kinds. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a stuffed goose, wiggling his finger in between the bars to poke at it. 

“Son of a bitch!” Wei Wuxian swore as he jerked away from the cage as a very live goose tried to bite his finger off. “All living gifts can go.” He demanded of Jiang Yanli. 

Her laughter sounded like a small bell as she ordered the live gifts to be found and removed. Wei Wuxian still found himself warily moving through the presents. He sent out the traditional gifts next, lilies and ornaments were pretty but didn’t convey any actual interest in him. 

Servants filtered in around him as they removed the presents, leaving Wei Wuxian to wander those that remained. Most of them were hidden within decorated boxes, meaning he’d have to put the work in. He sighed as he tried to debate where to start opening them when a white chest caught his eye. 

It was rather simple, made out of a white lacquered bamboo. Clouds curling around the mountains were carved into the sides, beautiful despite their simplicity. His fingers traced over the carvings before he lifted the latch, a laugh sounding as he saw jars of Emperor’s Smile nestled inside. 

“What’s that?” Jiang Yanli questioned. 

“Emperor’s Smile,” He breathed as he lifted a jar out. He ran his thumb over the embossed name on the side. “It’s supposed to be the best wine in Gusu, all the four kingdoms if you believe it. Jiang Cheng was supposed to bring me back some after he studied there.” 

“And he forgot,” Jiang Yanli finished for him. “I remember now.” She hummed. One of her hands reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Well, what do you think? Do we have a prospective suitor?” 

“Depends on who sent it,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “We need an alliance, not a love match.” He reminded her. Jiang Yanli rolled her eyes as she looked at the catalogue. 

“You might get both,” She smiled. “A case of Emperor’s Smile sent by Crown Prince Lan.” 

“Well, the man has taste,” Wei Wuxian hummed, eyeing the jar in his hand. 

“It is strange,” Jiang Yanli murmured. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. “I thought the Lan didn’t drink alcohol.” 

“Then I like him even more,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “What’s his name?” 

“Lan Wangji,” Jiang Yanli read off the list. “Another Lan.” She hummed at the realization. “Do you think your Lan Zhan was related?” 

“I doubt it’s a close relation,” Wei Wuxian shrugged, thinking back to how many Lans he saw on prisoner lists. More than half of them hailed from Gusu. He shook the thoughts from his mind, it was hardly polite to be thinking about Lan Zhan while holding another man’s betrothal gift. Especially since Wei Wuxian had a feeling he’d be thinking about Lan Zhan during most of his marriage. 

“The matchmaker said I should pick out a few perspectives right?” He changed the subject. An attempt to ignore the stabbing pain in his chest. 

“In case you two aren’t a match,” Jiang Yanli nodded. “We’ve already given her your birth date, she was less than pleased with the lack of specificity. She seems to think it might cause you to be rejected.” 

“Well, she wasn’t pleased with my general being,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Except for my-” 

“Pretty face, tiny waist and good birthing hips.” They said together, before erupting into laughter. 

“I’m glad you could be here to help me with this,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he stood casting a look around at the rest of the room. 

“Well, it was cheaper than importing half of Yunmeng’s lotus seed crop.” Jiang Yanli smiled, a hand coming down to pat her stomach. 

“That’s because you’re going to give birth to the only Jin with taste,” Wei Wuxian grinned, leaning over to be at eye level with her stomach. “Aren’t you?” 

“A-Xuan is actually very sweet,” Jiang Yanli replied. “He even built me my own Lotus Pavilion.” 

“You deserve no less,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “He should build you your own Lotus Pier!” He moved through the room, glancing about. He steered clear from the ones gilded in gold, since they screamed Jin. 

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli laughed, shaking her head. “There is something else I wanted to tell you.” She trailed after him. “A-Xuan and I talked about it, and we’d like you to pick his courtesy name.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian beamed, all thoughts of looking at the proposal gifts vacating his mind. 

“Really,” Jiang Yanli nodded. Wei Wuxian hummed as he thought. 

“The next generation prefix is going to be Ru, right?” He questioned. Jiang Yanli nodded. He quickly ran through the possibilities in his head, one quickly becoming the front runner. “How about Rulan?” 

“Sounds perfect,” Jiang Yanli smiled, her eyes crinkling as she did. 

“Now, let me guess,” Wei Wuxian turned. “The swords are from a Nie.” 

Wei Wuxian turned the rest of the gifts into a game. Jiang Yanli’s laughter helping to chase away the crushing feeling weighing down on him. He was surprised to find one from Emperor Nie, but since it was a hand painted fan he had a feeling it had been on Nie Huaisang’s suggestion. Still, Emperor Nie probably would let him continue his physical training so it wasn’t a terrible option. 

“Alright, horrible gold gilding,” Wei Wuxian circled one of the last boxes. “No artistic taste what-so ever, I mean look at this! These gems aren’t even placed in a pattern or design!” He saw Jiang Yanli’s hand come up to cover her mouth. “So, obviously the sender is overcompensating for either a small, you know what, or a complete lack of personality.” He cocked his head. “I’m going to go with both, since it’s obviously a Jin who is waiting for a miracle to kill the four to ten people in front of him so he can become Emperor.” From the way Jiang Yanli started laughing, he was right on the money.

“Glad to see you two are having fun,” Jiang Wanyin’s voice sounded. The two straightened up to look at Jiang Wanyin, who sighed as he looked around the mostly empty room. “I thought you promised you’d take this seriously.” 

“I will have you know that I did, I even picked out some options.” Wei Wuxian shot back. “We’re just messing around now.” He winked at Jiang Yanli. He lifted the lid of the box, his nose wrinkling at the gaudy hair pin inside.

“Showing off is more like it,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “Well, who sent it?” He questioned. 

“Jin Zixun,” Jiang Yanli read off. 

“What?” Jiang Wanyin snapped stalking over. “I sent that back!” 

“And what did Jin Zixun do to earn my beloved shidi’s wrath?” Wei Wuxian hummed. Jiang Wanyin blinked at him. 

“Don’t you remember?” 

“Remember what?” Wei Wuxian cocked his head. 

“He was the Jin that tried to,” Jiang Wanyin trailed off, his face flushing with anger. “In Chongyang.” Wei Wuxian felt his blood run cold. He glared at the box. 

“I’d suggest burning it but that asshole would think it’s a sign of acceptance.” He growled. “Send it back with extreme disregard.” He ordered one of the servants that had been helping them. “Maybe put a dead chicken in with it.” 

“So who’s the winner?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“Crown Prince Lan,” Jiang Yanli replied, nodding to the white box. 

“Really?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. 

“Why are you snorting?” Wei Wuxian pouted. “He sent a very thoughtful gift.” He moved over to claim his box of Emperor’s Smile. 

“Really? Is it the Lan family principles or some stuffy books?” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. 

“Did you meet him while you studied in the Cloud Recesses?” Jiang Yanli questioned. “I’ve never heard about him coming to Koi Tower, or Lotus Pier.” 

“He was Teacher Lan’s star pupil,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “They called him and his brother the Twin Jades, for their similarities. Lan Wangji embodied it- body and soul. He was like a living statue. No one could get close to him! He barely talked, except to give corrections or answer questions no one else knew.” 

“I’m sure he was just shy,” Jiang Yanli smiled. She reached over to squeeze Wei Wuxian’s arm to reassure him. 

“Yeah, shy,” Jiang Wanyin snorted again. “A-jie!” He hissed in pain as her foot flared out to kick him. She gave him a look before Wei Wuxian saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widen in realization. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. I mean, I don’t think he’d ever been out of Gusu. At least before the war.” 

“It’s okay,” Wei Wuxian looked at Jiang Yanli. “Anyone who sends Emperor’s Smile as a proposal gift can’t be all that bad.” 

“Emperor’s Smile?” Jiang Wanyin perked up. 

“Ah ah ah,” Wei Wuxian cradled his box away from his brother. “It’s my gift, and you had your fill when you went to the Cloud Recesses. You didn’t even bring me any!” 

“Alcohol is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses!” Jiang Wanyin protested. “I wasn’t going to risk getting hit by a discipline stick just for a taste.” 

“I would have,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “And I would have brought some home for you too.” 

“Boys,” Jiang Yanli sighed. 

“You are going to let me try some, right?” Jiang Wanyin muttered as he crossed his arms. 

“Maybe,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “If I feel like it.” He added with a sly grin. “Thank you for all your help today shijie,” He hummed, pressing a kiss to her temple. Adjusting his hold on the box he headed out of the room. 

“Wuxian!” Jiang Wanyin called after him. 

“I said I’d think about it,” He laughed as he called back over his shoulder. 

He hummed himself as he made his way of the hall, only once he’d gotten far enough away did he let the playful facade fall. The box in his arms suddenly felt twice as heavy, with the implication of what it held. He could do this. 

It didn’t stop him from retrieving the small plain box he kept near his bed, and drifting out with it and his box of Emperor’s Smile to his pavilion. The warm wood gave way to warmer stone under Wei Wuxian’s barefeet. 

It had been an addition on Jiang Yanli’s suggestion. Prior to Lotus Piers fall, Wei Wuxian had only one of the rooms in this section. After their return, Jiang Wanyin had given him full run of it. It was backed up against the lake, but didn’t originally have a pavilion. The Pavillion finished just in time for his last heat. It had also been Jiang Yanli’s idea to build a warmer underneath the pavilion, ao all it took was a few servants to refill the fuel for it every now and again and Wei Wuxian never had to worry about cold feet. 

He opened the plain box, pulling out the incense stand and incense. He lit the specially made sticks, now of the highest quality ingredients. The small portrait he made came out next, he paused to look at it. It was probably a terrible rendition, a combination of poor lighting and his face being obscured for most of the time he knew him. The only thing he felt he’d managed to draw somewhat accurately was Lan Zhan’s golden eyes, but paper couldn’t do those justice. He ran his thumb over it before he gently set it down. He unwound the battered ribbon from his wrist next. 

The shrine had been Jiang Yanli’s suggestion. She’d even offered to talk to Jiang Wanyin about adding a cenotaph to the shrine at Lotus Pier, but Wei Wuxian had balked at the idea. So they settled on something more private. She said it would help him heal, and maybe it was. His nightmares of Lan Zhan weren’t as frequent as they’d been weeks ago, but he found himself almost mourning their loss. He was almost seeking them out by napping, but more often than not he was left to a dreamless sleep. The shrine had felt silly at first, which is why he had it hidden in his rooms. But as the dreams slipped through his fingers, it was the only way he felt connected to Lan Zhan. 

“I hope this isn’t weird,” Wei Wuxian said to the portrait as he set a cup down in front of it. “I know it’s a proposal gift, but we promised we’d drink Emperor’s Smile together.” He explained as he poured two cups of it. “If Jiang Wanyin is right and alcohol is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, well this could be our last chance.” He chuckled as he picked up his own cup. He saluted with it before taking a sip. His eyes widening as he hummed in approval. 

“It’s as good as they say Lan Zhan! Maybe they ban alcohol from the Cloud Recesses because they’d just sit around drinking this all day if it wasn’t.” He chuckled as he leaned back on the cushions in the pavilion. He lost himself in the act of drinking, something he’d become rather skilled at as of late. 

But the weight of what the wine meant kept weighing down on him. 

“I didn’t expect this to be so hard,” Wei Wuxian finally sighed, his eyes falling closed. His hand absentmindedly rubbed at his chest. He didn’t know if it was for the ache of his old lung, or the ache in his heart. “I thought I could just accept someone, move on.” 

“Now,” He sighed as he opened his eyes, looking out over the lake. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm hue over the lake. “The man who sent these is a Lan too. I won’t ask if you’re related, I know how many Lan’s there are out there.” 

It was an understatement. He’d reached out to nearly any Lan he could find on the prisoner lists. No one had heard of his Lan Zhan. Somedays it felt like Wei Wuxian had imagined him, only the soft reassurances of Zhong Delun promising he’d seen him giving him hope. 

But what good was hope? 

He was at a dead end, and now he had a betrothal.

“I didn’t even ask what his second gender was,” Wei Wuxian realized. “Is it bad I hope he isn’t an alpha? I don’t think,” He broke off. 

Could he do it? Marry a man who had his name and his presentation? He’d made his peace with not being in love with whoever he married, he hadn’t stopped to consider they might expect him to love them. That they might try to void in his chest. 

“Lan Wangji,” He murmured the name, trying it out on his lips.“I think Lan Xichen mentioned him once or twice.” He continued, staring down into his cup. “He was held captive like we were, so at least we’ll have something in common.” He traced his finger around the rim. “Why is this so hard? I don’t feel attached, I don’t feel anything!” 

He blinked back tears as he stared out over the water. 

“You won’t,” His voice cracked. “You won’t leave me when I get married, will you? I don’t think I can do this without you. I know it’s a lot to ask,” A dry chuckle broke from his lips. “It seems I’m always asking too much of you.” 

He reached out, pouring out the cup of Emperor’s Smile he’d poured for Lan Zhan. He lifted the photo up, his thumb running over the long dried ink. 

“At least I’ll have you to remember if he’s terrible,” He exhaled. “Goodnight Lan Zhan.” 

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“Wei Ying.” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flew open, a smile lighting up his face as he took in the figure in white before him. A laugh broke from his lips as he launched himself at the man, being met with a pair of strong arms wrapping around him. 

“I knew it,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” 

“I’m not letting you go,” Lan Zhan murmured. “Not without a fight.” 

“Did you get it?” Wei Wuxian questioned pulling back so he could look at the alpha’s face. He got the slightest arch of an eyebrow. “The Emperor’s Smile! I poured it out for you. Although maybe in hindsight I should have burned it.” 

“You finally got it,” Lan Zhan murmured. 

“It’s just as good as I heard!” Wei Wuxian nodded. “What did you think?” 

“I,” Lan Wangji faltered. “I still haven’t tried it.” 

“I’ll burn it next time,” Wei Wuxian grinned. Only to have himself reminded of what the Emperor’s Smile meant. “Ah,” Wei Wuxian felt his face fall. “Lan Zhan,” He murmured. “It was a betrothal gift, but I really wanted to share it with you. We always promised we’d drink it together one day.” 

“We will.” Lan Zhan promised. 

Wei Wuxian felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. The promise meant more than Emperor’s Smile, it meant they’d have a future here in Wei Wuxian’s dreams. He sighed as he rested his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder. 

“Thank you.” 

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan murmured. A hand gently stroking up his back. “What if this isn’t a dream?” 

“I’m sleeping and seeing things,” Wei Wuxian huffed as he twined his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. “It’s a dream.” He said in a gentler tone. “A good one, don’t make it a bad one.” He added, his thumb gently rubbing against the nape of Lan Zhan’s neck.

“But-” 

Wei Wuxian cut him off with a kiss, his hand snaking up into the silky strands of Lan Zhan’s hair. A bitter reminder that this was a dream. He’d never seen Lan Zhan clean, let alone know if his hair could ever be this silky smooth. This was just his imagination, there was nothing else this could be besides a dream. 

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“Read it again papa!” A-Yuan grinned from his bed. Wei Wuxian sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“I’ve already read it to you four times!” He protested. 

“Three,” A-Yuan corrected. 

“I’m glad to see your math lessons are finally helping,” He teased, but he reached into his robes to pull out the letter. “This is the last time, then you go to bed.” He demanded from his son. He got an eager nod in response. With a smile Wei Wuxian opened the letter, skimming to the part A-Yuan was so excited about. 

“As for the subject of Crown Prince Wei’s ward,” He started. “We would eagerly welcome his presence at the Cloud Recesses, allowing his adoption into the royal family pending the bonding of our Crown Princes. With the adoption, A-Yuan would receive all the benefits and status of the Royal Family. Including being placed in the tutorship of the Imperial Uncle, Lan Qiren, where the boy will receive training in the six arts as well as other subjects befitting that of the Royal Family.” Wei Wuxian skipped the part that excluded A-Yuan from being an heir to the throne. “I am requested to note that there is another member of the Lan Royal Family around his age of the name Lan Jingyi. He is an energetic young boy very much in need of a playmate. Once the prospective marriage has been confirmed, it would be advised for the two boys to start a correspondence. Allowing the two to get to know each other before A-Yuan’s arrival, giving him a friendly face to help him settle in.” 

He got a squeal of excitement from A-Yuan as he finished. 

“Do you think he likes butterflies too?” He questioned with wide eyes. “I can show him our archery game!” 

“A-Yuan, do you remember what we talked about before I read you this?” Wei Wuxian hummed, reaching out to smooth some of his hair back and out of his face. He’d debated even telling the boy, but he knew A-Yuan had heard about his upcoming betrothal. He didn’t want to leave the boy wondering what would happen to him. 

“That nothing is set in stone,” A-Yuan nodded. “If papa and Crown Prince Lan don’t like the smell of each other, the wedding won’t happen.” He recited very seriously. Wei Wuxian wondered who on earth he picked that up from. “Do you think we could cor-, chro-, correspud-” 

“Correspond.” Wei Wuxian said for him. 

“If you don’t get married?” A-Yuan questioned. 

“I don’t know radish,” Wei Wuxian replied. “But I can ask.” He got a beaming smile from A-Yuan. “Now, it is time for bed!” He announced. He got a pair of large eyes and a pout in return. “You’ve had a busy day,” He reached out to boop his nose. 

“I did what I did yesterday!” A-Yuan whined. Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“I know, which is why you need to get your sleep.” Wei Wuxian hummed in reply as he started tucking the sheets in around him. “So you can get up and have enough energy to do it all again tomorrow.” 

“But I’m not tired!” A-Yuan muttered.

“Well, only tired boys and radishes get lullabies,” Wei Wuxian sighed, putting a mournful look on his face. “I guess I’ll have to go look for someone else to sing to.” 

“No!” A-Yuan protested. “Look, papa! I’m tired!” He gave off a terribly fake yawn. “Sing the pretty song for me again?” 

“Of course, Radish,” Wei Wuxian smiled, reaching out to brush the hair out of A-Yuan’s face again. His voice softly sung the melody, watching as his son’s eyes slowly became heavier and heavier. Until finally, they closed for good. He sang for a while more, the melody following him as he doused the candles. 

“Sleep well, my radish.” Wei Wuxian murmured at the doorway before he slipped out. “Shijie,” He breathed quietly as he saw her standing on the other side. 

“You’re incredibly sweet with him,” Jiang Yanli smiled as she spoke softly. She linked her arm through his, her hand coming to rest on her swollen belly. “I hope I’ll be half as good.” 

“You’re going to be the best mother,” Wei Wuxian replied as they started to walk. Jiang Yanli had gotten to a restless stage in her pregnancy, the long walks through the lotus scented piers helped to settle her. “Jiang Cheng and I have given you plenty of experience.” He added with a wink. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about.” 

“Are you nervous?” Jiang Yanli questioned. 

“About the marriage?” Wei Wuxian replied. “Crown Prince Lan seems nice.” Wei Wuxian shrugged.

 He still didn’t know much about him, the letters being exchanged were between family members to discuss betrothal stipulations. He’d wanted to get more information out of Jiang Wanyin, but he could hardly find time in the young Emperor’s schedule to do so. It probably explained why the handling of his and Crown Prince Lan’s betrothal was happening at a breakneck speed, because Yunmeng needed the alliance sooner rather than later. 

 Jiang Yanli had tried to dig up some more information on Crown Prince Lan, but there was surprisingly little information out there. Other than his time with the Wens, it would appear he’d never been out of Gusu. Signs pointed to a sheltered life, something Wei Wuxian would be able to confirm after they met. Afterall, it wouldn’t be proper for them to write until after their betrothal was confirmed.Still, it felt like a long way off. He just wanted it all to be over with. 

 “I am looking forward to meeting him.” He added for Jiang Yanli’s benefit. 

“Do you think you can be happy with him?” 

“I can be happy anywhere,” Wei Wuxian replied with a soft smile.  

“You know what I mean,” Jiang Yanli huffed, squeezing his arm as a reprimand. 

“He’s accepting A-Yuan,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Not just accepting, but welcoming.” Which was more than Empress Yu had ever done for him. “I’d like to think that’s a good sign. If not, I’ll crank out a few babies for him and we can live in separate wings for the rest of our lives. He’ll take consorts and I’ll fall in love with a stablehand. Of which I’ll compose nude photos of and send them to the Crown Prince when I have fits of jealousy. It’ll be all the scandalous gossip.” 

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli sighed, but she still let out a small chuckle. “I wish you’d take this more seriously.” 

“I am!” Wei Wuxian scoffed. He raised a hand to settle on where Jiang Yanli was holding on to his arm. He got a soft glare. “I suppose it doesn’t feel real yet,” He admitted. “I haven’t even seen a painting of him, he’s just some faceless prince.” 

“I had years to come to terms with my betrothal to A-Xuan.” Jiang Yanli sighed. “You aren’t even officially betrothed yet, I suppose it would be a bit early to start getting emotionally attached.” Wei Wuxian bit his tongue to keep from saying he might never get emotionally attached. 

“Especially when our matchmaker thinks it's going to fall through any moment,” Wei Wuxian teased instead. It earned a huff from Jiang Yanli. 

“That woman,” Jiang Yanli shook her head. “If she wasn’t the only match maker with contacts in Qinghe and Gusu I would have gotten rid of her the moment she stepped into Lotus Pier.” 

“I do say the pregnancy hormones are getting to you.” He chuckled. 

“You grow a small human and put up with that woman at the same time,” Jiang Yanli huffed, directing their steps out to his pavilion. “I swear, every time she opens her mouth it’s to give you a backhanded compliment.” 

“At least it’s a compliment,” Wei Wuxian hummed. Empress Yu had always just gone for the backhand. 

“Well, we’ll see if we can shut her up when your new robes come in.” Jiang Yanli groaned as she moved to sit down. Wei Wuxian quickly helped her, stuffing some extra cushions around her. 

“Will they show off my tiny waist and good birthing hips?” Wei Wuxian snorted as he teased. 

“They’re going to knock Crown Prince Lan’s socks off,” Jiang Yanli replied. Wei Wuxian hoped he hid his sigh by sitting down. “A-Xian, you don’t have to be nervous.” She reached over to squeeze his hand. “He’d be insane not to like you.” 

“It’s not him liking me I’m worried about.” He muttered. Everytime he tried to create an image of what Crown Prince Lan looked like, he found it based off of Lan Zhan. 

“You’re worried because he’s an alpha,” Jiang Yanli hummed. Wei Wuxian sighed, she always knew him best. She noticed his new sensitivity to alpha scents, and was baffled as Wen Qing was about it. “That he won’t stand up to your Lan Zhan.” 

“I know it’s stupid,” He sighed as he looked out over the lake. He wished he’d brought a jar of wine. “Pining after a dead man I knew for less than a month. I don’t even know that much about him! I couldn’t even tell you what his favorite food or animal was.” 

His mind had even created answers to fill that void, littering the dreams he still had of the alpha. He doubted the man’s favorite animal was actually a rabbit, although blue did seem like a good guess for a favorite color. But it didn’t make them true. 

“A-Xian, you went through a lot in that month.” Jiang Yanli spoke softly. “It’s only natural you formed such a strong bond. Maybe we should postpone this.” 

“I can do this.”  Wei Wuxian shook his head. Yunmeng needed the alliance. Ever since he’d learned about it, he could see the encroaching fingers of the other Kingdoms. On top of it, Crown Prince Lan was offering a full marriage. The closest option he had that would carry enough weight was a concubine for Emperor Nie. It was his moment of selfishness, he didn’t want to be some man’s plaything that could easily be shut away. If he wanted distance from his mate, he wanted to be the one who decided. 

“A-Xian, you don’t need to force yourself,” Jiang Yanli sighed. “If you don’t like him we’ll send him packing. Nie Huaisang is rather adamant that Emperor Nie would be a good match for you.”

“Let’s not write off Crown Prince Lan so early,” Wei Wuxian replied with a huff of laughter. “I haven’t even met him yet.” 

“What about Emperor Lan? You’ve met him, how would he be as a brother-in-law?” Jiang Yanli hummed. 

“He’s nice,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Hard to read, he has this smile he hides behind. I was almost relieved when we joined up with the other forces at the end. The peacock is an ass, but at least he’s an ass I can read.” 

“I’ll be the only one reading his ass, thank you very much.” Jiang Yanli teased. 

“Shijie!” Wei Wuxian whined in disgust, drowned out by Jiang Yanli’s laugh. 

“So this is where you two are hiding,” Jiang Wanyin’s voice sounded. Wei Wuxian gestured to him to come in from where he was standing at the opening of the pavilion. “You forgot your shawl,” Jiang Wanyin spoke as he approached Jiang Yanli, draping the light purple shawl around her shoulders. He even tucked a few more cushions around her. 

“I’m pregnant, not porcelain,” Jiang Yanli teased him, but didn’t move any of the cushions he’d placed. “Hard to think we won’t be able to do this soon.” She sighed. A hand rubbing her belly lightly. 

“We’ll kidnap you from Koi Tower after the baby is born,” Wei Wuxian assured her with a grin. “Give him a taste for spicy food so you’ll have to visit often.” He winked. 

“You mean I’ll kidnap them,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “You’ll be busy making pups of your own.” 

“Right,” Wei Wuxian realized. “I guess I’m not going to have much of a reason to be in Lotus Pier anymore.” 

“Bullshit, you’re having your first baby here.” Jiang Wanyin snapped at him. “If A-Qing and I have our way all of your babies will be born here.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian blinked. 

“The cold weather isn’t good for newborns, especially in the winter, which Gusu has plenty of.” Jiang Wanyin shot back. “And if you think anyone but A-Qing is going to deliver them, you’ve got another thing coming. Even if she has to trek out to Gusu. She’d be going back to Koi Tower with a-jie if the Jin’s weren’t being assholes.” He huffed as he crossed his arms. 

“A-Cheng, I didn’t know you cared.” Wei Wuxian sniffed only half of it to tease. 

“Of course I care!” He snapped as he threw a cushion at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian caught it with ease, tucking it into his lap to lean on it. “If you think I’m not going to put this Lan Wangji through his paces at the Hunt, you’ve got another thing coming.” 

“Hunt?” Wei Wuxian froze. 

“We got a letter confirming that Crown Prince Lan will be able to attend the hunt at Phoenix Mountain,” Jiang Wanyin replied, reaching into his robes to pull a letter out. Wei Wuxian’s hand darted out, grabbing the letter. His breath caught as he fumbled to get it open. 

“Although his physical condition might make it difficult for him to participate in the actual hunt, Crown Prince Lan will be able to attend alongside his Imperial Majesty in order to meet you.” Wei Wuxian read out. “I’m going to meet Crown Prince Lan.” 

No more wondering, no more guessing. He swallowed dryly. How was anyone supposed to compare to Lan Zhan? He pushed the thought away. He needed to meet Crown Prince Lan, he needed a face and a personality. One that wasn’t based on the man in his dreams. Only then could he accept the disappointment, only then could he settle. 

“Physical condition?” Jiang Yanli questioned. 

“He was held captive by the Wens in Qishan,” Wei Wuxian supplied, her question pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Nie Huaisang was surprised I received a proposal, he’s apparently been mostly bedridden since the war. Emperor Lan was going to ask Wen Qing for help.”

Nie Huaisang had been able to tell Wei Wuxian that there was a point where they thought Crown Prince Lan wasn’t going to make it at all. His condition had been worse than Wei Wuxian’s, leaving him unconscious for months. News of his recovery had been quiet since then, mostly because Nie Huaisang was no longer in the Cloud Recesses to eavesdrop. 

“He did,” Jiang Wanyin offered. “He’s still,” He stopped, his face flushing a bit as he coughed. “Capable. Apparently there was a setback around the time of a-jie’s wedding, but he’s recovered from that. From what Wen Qing tells me, he’s still struggling to repair some of the muscle damage. “ 

“Well, at least he’ll know to be careful with our A-Xian then,” Jiang Yanli smiled. A hand reaching out to pet the side of his head. 

“I’m just missing a lung,” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not porcelain.” He teased using Jiang Yanli’s own words. 

“Just in time too,” Jiang Yanli sighed. “That’s the last event before this one will keep me in Koi Tower.” She rubbed her stomach. “Or rather A-Xuan will put his foot down on me being away.” 

“I can bring Wen Qing when we come,” Jiang Wanyin offered. 

“I’ve been assured the Koi Tower doctors are the best at their craft,” Jiang Yanli replied with a smile. 

“Well that’s a lie,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “We all know Wen Qing’s the best.” 

“I’ll bring her anyway,” Jiang Wanyin nodded to Wei Wuxian, the silent agreement passing between them. 

“You’re becoming just as over protective as A-Xuan,” Jiang Yanli sighed. “I’m returning the favor.” She wagged her finger at Wei Wuxian. He snorted. 

“Sounds like my husband to be and I won’t be getting intimate any time soon,” He shot back. A relief and a hassle at the same time. A child was the quickest way to solidify the alliance.  

“Not if you take charge,” Jiang Yanli hummed. Wei Wuxian’s mind stalled out, as he blinked at his shijie. 

“With that note, I’m headed to bed.” Jiang Wanyin stood, his face flushing. His embarrassment pulled Wei Wuxian from his own. 

“Please, like you and Wen Qing aren’t already spending your ruts together.” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“We, like civilized people, keep the bedroom talk to just that.” Jiang Wanyin tugged on his robes. “The bedroom.” 

Both Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian broke out laughing as their younger brother went stalking off. 

Chapter Text

Wei Wuxian squirmed in his new robes. They were infinitely more comfortable than the old robes he wore under Empress Yu’s watchful eye, but it wasn’t exactly hard to do. Jiang Yanli had kept them simple in nature, knowing Wei Wuxian had hated the thousands of layers of his old ones. Of all the sets commissioned, the most he’d have to wear at once was four layers. 

He had to admit the robes did their job well. Tailored to his every measurement, they made his body look out of this world. Even he couldn’t stop himself from looking at himself whenever he passed a mirror. A fact that had made Jiang Yanli tell him to enjoy his body while he had it, her own hand rubbing the baby bump that kept growing bigger every day. 

Wei Wuxian double checked all the small details of his outfit. His fingers running over the jade token hanging from his belt for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. The token that marked him as a prospective mate for the Crown Prince of Gusu. His matchmaker had nearly fainted when it showed up, claiming his marriage was set in stone. Supposedly it was only gifted after their compatibility was confirmed, Wei Wuxian figured it was merely a way to help Lan Wangji identify who he was. The man had hardly been out of Gusu, let alone attend a feast involving all the four kingdoms. On top of that, the hunt at Phoenix Mountain was going to be the largest since the war, with the attendance of all four emperors. 

Today was the day he was going to meet his future husband, he reminded himself. He knew he couldn’t complain, his status as an omega made him one of the lucky few who got to meet his match before the wedding. Still, he found himself wishing they could just meet at the wedding. Then there would be less time for him to feel things, like regret. He sighed as he brought a hand to his temple, trying to push away the negative feelings. There was no reason for them, everything about the discussions with the Lans had been cordial. 

He shook his head before looking at himself in the mirror again, fidgeting with the way the robes laid on his body. It was the simplest of his sets, the more elaborate ones saved for the hunt tomorrow and the following banquet. They consisted of a textured black outer robe, with an interior robe of Yunmeng purple. A cloth belt of Yunmeng purple was cinched in by a smaller black leather belt, accentuating the waist his matchmaker loved to praise. 

“A-Xian?” Jiang Yanli’s voice sounded from the door, a soft knock accompanying it. 

“Come in,” Wei Wuxian called. He quickly dropped his hands away from the robes, realizing he was supposed to be finished getting ready ages ago. His eyes widened as they rose to the reflection of his hair, realizing he hadn’t even brushed it. He quickly grabbed the new red ribbon Jiang Yanli had gotten him, one with the nine petaled lotus embroidered along the length in silver. He clamped it between his teeth as he quickly carded his hands through his hair. 

“Someone is stalling,” Jiang Yanli laughed as she saw him. She was fully dressed, her still growing baby bump swaddled in gold and purple robes. An elaborate gold hair piece nestled in her complicated hair style, making Wei Wuxian look back to the mirror to realize the ponytail he was throwing his hair into was far from it. 

“Not stalling,” He muttered around his ribbon. He let out a sigh as he looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe he was stalling, his original worries had been that he wouldn’t like Crown Prince Lan. What if Crown Prince Lan didn’t like him? Yunmeng needed the alliance, and fast. It could take months to negotiate with the Nies. 

“Sit,” Jiang Yanli instructed with a small smile. Wei Wuxian sighed, his hands dropping down from his hair. Rescuing the ribbon from his teeth, he knelt down by the table where he’d laid out his hair supplies. He let his head fall back as Jiang Yanli started combing through his wavy locks. “Either A-Cheng or I will be nearby the entire night,” She reminded him. “Just one look and we can come and rescue you.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Wei Wuxian muttered. His eyes fluttered closed, his nerves soothed by the feeling of her hands in his hair. 

“Did you bring your dizi?” 

“I did,” Wei Wuxian replied. His eyes opening and looking over to where his black dizi was set on a table nearby. His playing had been a welcome escape at all the social events he’d attended. If he was to believe Nie Huaisang it was becoming an expected, even sought after, feature. He’d heard the Lans loved music, so he figured it would be an easy opening for conversation. 

“A-Xuan doesn’t want me staying outside too late, since it’s getting colder at night.” Jiang Yanli continued. “So, my Lotus Pavilion is tragically unused if you and Crown Prince Lan hit it off and find yourselves out for a walk.” 

“You just want to spy on us,” Wei Wuxian teased back. 

“I’m nearly eight months pregnant, I take my enjoyment where I can get it.” Jiang Yanli tugged playfully on his hair. “Ribbon,” Wei Wuxian quickly grabbed it, placing it in the hand that appeared over his shoulder. 

“I hate to think about what he’s heard about me,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I don’t know which I’d prefer. That he thinks I’m a perfectly well behaved omega, or that he knows I’m a rampaging rage monster and still decided to propose a marriage.” 

“Yes, you're such a monster,” Jiang Yanli snorted. “Hairpiece,” Her hand reached out again. Wei Wuxian passed it back. “Pure terror as you chase after A-Yuan or fall asleep on your papers and get ink on your face.” 

“Shit, I still have to rewrite that relief program proposal.” Wei Wuxian realized. A hand came up to scrub at his face, he couldn’t let the stress of this betrothal mess with him. If this went well, he only had a few months left to be Jiang Wanyin’s advisor. He wanted to do his best with what he had left. 

“Is that the one for farmers and businesses still struggling to recover from the war?” Jiang Yanli questioned. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Since apparently most of the nobles think they can recover in just two years after a war.” A hand came up to rub his face. “I’ve had to rework the tax allocation at least twelve times, and Lord Yao is still complaining.” 

“Do you know what I suggest?” Jiang Yanli hummed. Wei Wuxian let out an inquisitive noise in reply. “Take a break, you’ve been working non-stop since I came back to Lotus Pier. You’re obviously exhausted! If you’re not working, you're napping!” 

“I’ve taken breaks!” Wei Wuxian protested. A stab of guilt followed, he’d hoped no one had noticed he’d been napping so often. At least Jiang Yanli couldn’t guess it was for the chance to see Lan Zhan. 

“To care for A-Yuan or to attend matchmaking events, both of which are a kind of work on their own!” Jiang Yanli replied. “Take some time while you're here, do something just for you. Go for a stroll around town. Go hunting, or drinking! Be that teenage layabout you used to be.” 

“Most people try to convince people to do work,” Wei Wuxian laughed. 

“We both know you’re special,” Jiang Yanli laughed. “You are done,” She announced as she stepped around. A hand reaching out to make sure his usual fringe pieces were laying right. “Tell me what you think. I can do something different tomorrow if you don’t like it.” 

Wei Wuxian stood, stepping back in view of the mirror. The lower part of his hair was falling in waves around his shoulders. The top had been divided and styled, mixed in with a number of braids that ran up to the lotus petal headpiece of Yunmeng’s Crown Prince. With his new robes and this hairstyle, he could almost believe it. 

“My matchmaker would call you a miracle worker,” Wei Wuxian chuckled.

“Your matchmaker can shove a stick up it,” Jiang Yanli huffed. “You're beautiful with or without your tiny waist and birthing hips.” A hand snaked around his waist to give him a squeeze. The half hugs that were becoming all the more common with her big belly. “Now, let’s go meet this Crown Prince shall we?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. He patted his sweaty palms on his robes. This was no big deal, he was just meeting someone. Someone who was going to be his future husband if all went well.  “There will be wine, right?” 

“Of course,” Jiang Yanli squeezed him again. “I even had A-Cheng bring some Lotus Wine.” 

“This is why you're the best,” Wei Wuxian beamed, dropping a kiss on her head. “Come on, I’m sure the peacock is foaming at the mouth from being away from you this long.” He added reaching to tuck his dizi into his belt. 

“He’s outside,” Jiang Yanli laughed as they headed for the door. True to her word, the moment they slid open the door Wei Wuxian was greeted with Jin Zixuan’s face. 

“A-Li you look cold.” He pounced, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. 

“Thank you A-Xuan,” She smiled warmly, but in a tone Wei Wuxian could tell she was indulging him. “Don’t you think A-Xian looks pretty?” 

Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. He could see the conflict on his face, almost making him laugh. Knowing that complimenting him would make Wei Wuxian claim he should only have eyes for Jiang Yanli. On the other hand, not saying anything would make Jiang Yanli upset. 

“We both know I can't compare when you’re in the room,” Wei Wuxian decided to save him, smiling widely at Jiang Yanli. “I’m sure he appreciates your handiwork on my hair though.” 

“Yes!” Jin Zixuan nodded eagerly. “You make the best braids.” He preened as a protective arm wound around her waist. Wei Wuxian saw her relax into him, humming as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Wei Wuxian turned away, leading the walk to the banquet hall. After a moment he heard a small grunt followed by a question. 

“A-Li tells me you're working on a relief program?” 

“Yeah, I am.” Wei Wuxian paused mid stride as he looked back. He could see the wide smile on Jiang Yanli’s face. 

“Is it specifically for farmers? We’ve been having some issues with some of our merchants and artisans.” Jin Zixuan continued. 

“It extends to all crafts and businesses affected by the war,” Wei Wuxian replied. “In Yunmeng, the farmers were hit the hardest when the Wen’s razed everything to the ground as they retreated. So, the plan I’ve created does largely focus on them. However, you can’t help them recover only to find out your merchants and artisans have gone out of business while you did so.” 

“I would love to take a look at your proposal,” Jin Zixuan nodded as he thought. “It might be something we can adapt to use here in Lanling.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed, the whole conversation getting weirder and weirder by the minute. “Sure, I’ll make sure to send you a copy.” He glanced at Jiang Yanli, who was only smiling at the two of them. “I didn’t realize you were interested in affairs of state.” 

“Yanli has been pointing out that it would be beneficial for me to expand my focus beyond military matters,” Jin Zixuan nodded. “She speaks highly of your work for Yunmeng.” 

“It’s nothing, anyone else could do it.” Wei Wuxian protested.

“A-Xian, your work is genius!” Jiang Yanli protested. “Half of the nobles in Yunmeng couldn’t do what you do! A-Cheng’s already griping about how he has to replace you.” 

“He gripes about everything,” Wei Wuxian waved off. “He’ll do just fine without my meddling. The only difference is he’ll have to deal with Lord Yao face to face.”
“I wondered how he hadn’t killed him yet,” Jin Zixuan said. Wei Wuxian came to a stand still, staring at Jin Zixuan with his mouth open. 

“Did you just make a joke?” He questioned. 

“I did,” Jin Zixuan replied. 

“Weird,” Wei Wuxian breathed, his eyes narrowing as he studied the other Crown Prince. “It’s almost like your human now.” He muttered, poking his arm. He got an exasperated eye roll in return. “I need to tell Jiang Cheng about this.” 

“A-Xuan is full of surprises,” Jiang Yanli beamed as they neared the banquet hall, only to see a fuming Jiang Wanyin. 

“A-Cheng? What’s wrong?” Jiang Yanli hurried to ask. Her lotus scent unfurled to soothe out of habit. 

“We’re being summoned by Emperor Jin,” Jiang Wanyin snarled. “Something he wants to discuss with us and Emperor Lan.” 

“What is it?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Hell if I know,” Jiang Wanyin seethed. “Just that it was of the utmost importance, and he requested your presence.”

“Me?” Wei Wuxian paled. “Do you think it’s about the betrothal?” 

“We’ve been upfront about everything,” Jiang Yanli replied. Her hand reached out to squeeze Wei Wuxian’s arm to reassurance. “There is nothing Emperor Jin could say that we haven’t told the Lans.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, a hand coming up to rub his face. Was this some complicated sign that he and Crown Prince Lan weren’t meant to be? He shook it off, he was going to meet Crown Prince Lan tonight regardless of what Emperor Jin had to say. He was done having this meeting looming over him like an executioner's blade. He squared his shoulders as he nodded to Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin. 

“Let’s get this over with,” He spoke. “I’ve got a prince to meet.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Jiang Yanli smiled. “I had them stock my pavilion in case you two want a more private setting.” 

“A-jie they aren’t going anywhere without a chaperone!” Jiang Wanyin hissed. 

“I’m perfectly capable of chaperoning!” Jiang Yanli protested. “Pregnant does not mean unobservant!”

“You have to pee twice every hour,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “Therefore I’ll be their chaperone IF they go anywhere.” 

“They’ll never get to know each other if you chaperone!” She protested.

“Mother always said that’s what marriage was for,” He shot back. 

“You want A-Xian’s marriage to be like our parents?!” 

“Okay!” Wei Wuxian cut in. “Why don’t we go see what Emperor Jin wants to talk to us about? You two can hash out who chaperones with Emperor Lan after.” He proposed, secretly hoping Emperor Lan already had someone in mind. 

He saw both Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin nod. Jiang Wanyin tugged on the front of his robes as he turned to the door, leading the way to Emperor Jin’s dias.  His eyes narrowed as he saw Jin Zixun standing nearby. The man was talking in a hushed tone with Jin Guangyao, a smug grin on his face that did little to reassure Wei Wuxian. 

“Emperor Jin, what is this all about?” Jiang Wanyin addressed Jin Guangshan. 

“All will be revealed when Emperor Lan arrives,” Jin Guangshan replied. “As tradition dictates.”

“Tradition?” Wei Wuxian mouthed at Jiang Wanyin when he looked back. He got an equally confused shrug. He was distracted by Jin Guangyao perking up, quickly darting away from where he was standing next to Jin Zixun to go darting across the banquet hall. Wei Wuxian watched him quickly enter a conversation with Lan Xichen, leading a rather bewildered looking Emperor back to them.

“Emperor Lan,” Jin Guangshan greeted. 

“Emperor Jin,” Lan Xichen replied. “Emperor Jiang,” He continued his greetings, pausing when he got to Wei Wuxian. “Crown Prince Wei, my brother will be in momentarily. It has been a while since he’s been around so many people.” 

“We could arrange something in a less crowded place,” Jiang Yanli proposed. 

“Perhaps you should postpone it permanently,” Jin Guangshan interrupted. 

“Excuse me?” Lan Xichen questioned. A rare frown turning down his lips. 

“Crown Prince Wei,” Jin Guangshan’s eyes slide over to Wei Wuxian. His hand lifted, gesturing Jin Zixun forward. “Lord Jin has invoked the Rite of Challenge.”

Wei Wuxian could barely hear the roll of whispers and exclamations over the pounding of his heart in his chest. This couldn’t be happening. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t happening. His mind began searching for what he knew about the Rite of Challenge. 

The Rite of the Challenge is an ancient tradition. Madam Yu’s voice sounded in his head as Wei Wuxian was pulled back to a summer day shortly after his presentation. If an omega is sought after by multiple suitors, any one of them may call for the Rite of the Challenge. Generally, the rite is invoked when the omega’s family is close to solidifying a betrothal by a suitor who is not securing it. The suitor must provide a solid reason for their challenge, from love to the incompetence of the mate being chosen. If the objection is seen as reasonable, the suitor who calls for the rite sets the challenge. Originally, the Rite of Challenge had set standards they could choose from; Trial by Combat, Trial by Hunt, and Trial by Endurance. Overtime, the trial standards loosened to include everything from poetry to cooking. Of course, this isn’t something you should be worried about. The Rite of Challenge is outdated, even if it were to be used it would be for a high ranking omega. Not the son of a servant such as you. 

If it was anything else, Wei Wuxian would have given anything to see the look on Madam Yu’s face when she learned she was wrong. Instead his stomach churned, he felt moment’s away from throwing up. He took a deep breath trying to calm his rabbiting heart beat. He wiped his sweating hands on his robes. If even Madam Yu considered the Rite of Challenge old and outdated, there was no way anyone would let this fly. 

“Emperor Jin, the Rite of Challenge hasn’t been used in years.” Lan Xichen voiced Wei Wuxian’s thoughts. “It’s an ancient and outdated practice!” 

“I don’t even know what it is,” Wei Wuxian heard Jiang Wanyin mutter. 

“Ancient? Outdated!” Jin Guangshan exclaimed. “Emperor Lan, I can remember a time when the Rite of Challenge was considered an honor! Crown Prince Wei should be honored to receive such an accolade.” 

“Honored?!” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help himself from seething. “You think I should be honored that Lord Jin is turning me into an object for him and others to fight over?” He gritted his teeth as Jiang Yanli put a hand on his arm. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“Ridiculous?!” Jin Guangshan puffed up. “Are you calling the ancient accords that our kingdoms were founded on ridiculous? Perhaps the Wen’s that have wormed their way into Yunmeng have done more damage than we feared. Or have you forgotten why exactly we waged war against them?” 

“Emperor Jin, breaking the accords of borders and alliance are far more serious than an ancient mating rite!” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“Our ancestors obviously did not agree!” Jin Guangshan snapped. “Why else would they have included them in the Ancient Accords? A challenge is an ancient rite, one that should be upheld with honor. What would the late Emperor and Empress say to hear that their children and ward would throw away an honorable tradition so easily? What does this reflect on his Emperor?”

Wei Wuxian barely managed to keep from growling, his hands fisting into his robes. How dare he not only bring the Jiangs into it, but also question Jiang Wanyin’s authority? An authority Jin Guangshan was constantly belittling due to his age. If Wei Wuxian refused the challenge now, it could shatter the Jiang’s reputation. They’d never get the lords back in line, and the vultures would swoop in. 

“Emperor Jin, if I recall the Rite of Challenge can only progress if the parties involved agree with the reasoning.” Jiang Yanli addressed her father-in-law. “What, pray tell, is Lord Jin’s reasoning?” She arched an eyebrow in Lord Jin’s direction. Wei Wuxian swore the temperature around her dropped ten degrees. 

“Impotence,” Jin Zixun replied. “Everyone knows Crown Prince Lan has been bedridden ever since he was found in the Nightless City. For the sake of our alliance with the Jiangs,” He turned to his uncle. “It would be unfitting to allow them to enter such a prominent member of their family into a marriage that can produce no heirs. Especially after the war devastated their numbers.” 

“Emperor Jin, this matter has already been discussed in our negotiations.” Lan Xichen addressed Jin Guangshan. Wei Wuxian had a front row seat to the rare angered expression on Lan Xichen’s face. The muscles in his jaw jumped as he gritted his teeth. “My brother remains capable, to have you imply he is not in such a manner is insulting.” 

“A challenge must be made publicly, as well as the reasons for it.” Jin Guangyao seemed to offer in an almost apologetic manner to Lan Xichen. 

“Regardless, this ends here. As neither the Jiangs nor the Lans have the same concerns that Lord Jin has,” Jiang Wanyin huffed. 

“Incorrect,” Jin Guangyao interjected. “According to the ancient accords there are a number of objections that pass regardless of the agreement of the parties involved. Unfortunately, impotence is one of those objections as proving it otherwise would be seen as demeaning to all involved.” 

Like reducing Wei Wuxian to a prize to be won wasn’t demeaning. He ground his teeth, trying to keep his scent under control. He crossed his arms, his fingers digging into his own flesh. He tried to think of any way to get out of this, there had to be some form of ancient loophole to go with this ancient bullshit. 

“So what happens next,” Jiang Wanyin huffed. Wei Wuxian glanced over, seeing the muscles in Jiang Wanyin’s jaw jumping. His face was a burning red. It was a miracle his scent was still under control. 

“Lord Jin picks the Trial, ” Jin Guangyao explained. Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed at the man. He knew a lot about something that had just come up. “We set a date, and any other interested suitors may put their names forward for participation.” 

“I chose the Trial of the Hunt,” Jin Zixun said.

“You honestly think you can beat me at hunting?” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“That’s not what the Trial of the Hunt is,” Jiang Yanli murmured. Wei Wuxian glanced over at her, seeing her glaring at Jin Zixun. He felt his stomach sink. 

“The Trial of the Hunt has been chosen.” Jin Guangshan’s voice boomed through the room. “At the start of Crown Prince’s Wei’s next heat, all suitors vying for his hand will gather at a location of his choosing. Crown Prince Wei will be given an hour head start, after which the suitors will be able to start their hunt.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian breathed, his heart stopping in his chest. 

“They’ll be hunting you,” Jiang Yanli spoke softly. “Of the three trials, the Hunt is the most demeaning for the omega involved since it ends with their claiming.” 

“Claiming, as in?” Wei Wuxian looked at her with wide eyes. His blood froze as she nodded. Proving impotence was seen as too demeaning, but putting Wei Wuxian’s mating on display wasn’t? Bile rose in his throat. 

“It’s the reason why the omega is required to be in heat.” She spoke softly. “So the match can’t be broken.” 

“Surely another trial can be chosen,” Lan Xichen breathed. “One that doesn’t put such a strain on Crown Prince Wei!” 

“Once the trial has been chosen, it can not be unchosen.” Jin Guangyao shook his head. 

“He only has one lung! He can’t survive a hunt like that!” Jiang Wanyin protested. 

“That’s the point,” Jin Zixun rolled his eyes. “I’m supposed to pick something I can win.” 

“And that Wangji would lose,” Lan Xichen muttered. Wei Wuxian looked at him, the other realization setting in. He didn’t just have to escape Jin Zixun, he had to escape everyone else who wanted to throw their lot in. With a bum lung, they’d see him as a sitting duck. Anyone could claim him. 

Then it hit him.

 He’d be in heat. 

“What are the rules that constrain me?” He questioned. He got a round of blank looks. “Excuse me for wanting to know the fine details.” 

“Perhaps if you were more specific in your questioning,” Jin Guangyao was the first to speak up. 

“I am to be hunted,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Even a bear or a boar may fight back, am I banned from doing so? Am I allowed to have weapons? Is there a punishment for murdering my suitors?” 

A roll of whispers ran through the room. Wei Wuxian was able to pick out the name Yiling Laozu amongst them. Apparently Jin Zixun seemed to as well, a moment of fear flashing across his features. 

“There are no stipulations for the behavior of the omega involved,” Jin Guangyao answered. Wei Wuxian caught him glancing at Jin Guangshan. “Only for the suitors.” 

“So there is nothing against defending myself,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Nor killing. Afterall, we all know I can’t quite control myself during my heats.” He added with a sardonic smile in Jin Zixun’s direction. “Or did you somehow miss that part of the war?”  

“Surely there is something!” Jin Zixun protested. 

“There isn’t,” Jin Guangyo shook his head. 

“Then we should be allowed weapons to defend ourselves!” Jin Zixun sputtered. 

“You really need weapons to defend yourself from a lowly omega?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“You're different!” Jin Zixun protested. 

Wei Wuxian let out a laugh, it sounded cold even to him. He let his hands fall to his side as he stepped forward. He stood toe to toe with Jin Zixun as he let his scent out. His anger had long bleed out of it, leaving his scent to turn into a simmering wrath of peppercorns and cloves. The same scent the Yiling Laozu was known for, he tilted his head as he saw Jin Zixun flinch. Apparently connecting the dots. 

“Am I?” He tilted his head. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you challenged my betrothal.” He flashed his teeth. “Or did you forget why they call me the Yiling Laozu?”

“I changed my mind,” Jin Zixun’s head whipped to look at Jin Guangshan. “I’ll take the Trial of Endurance.” 

“Once a trial has been chosen, it can’t be unchosen,” Wei Wuxian parroted back Jin Gunagyao’s words. “My heat is in two weeks, I suggest you use them wisely. They will be your last.” 

Wei Wuxian spun on his heel, marching away with a bravado he felt was going to fade any second. 

“Crown Prince Wei! You forgot to name the location of your hunt!” Jin Guangyao called after him. Wei Wuxian turned, another sardonic smile filling his face. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He tilted his head. “Yiling, of course.”

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Numb. 

That was the feeling that had plagued Wei Wuxian ever since the banquet. He didn’t know if he preferred it to terror. At least with terror he’d feel the motivation to do something. To train, to practice, to figure out how he was going to make it out of this alive. More importantly how to make it out of this unmated. 

Instead, all he’d been able to do was ask Wen Qing to put him to sleep. Even sleep wasn’t an escape, as he ‘woke up’ in the Lotus Pavilion that used to bring him so much comfort. Now, it was foggy and grey, drained of life. 

He could see the shady forms of boats in the distance, no longer gathered for the sunny lotus seed picking. He could make the familiar forms out through the mist. Faces of those he’d grown up with, that he’d loved. Now he understood what their presence meant, a beckoning beacon to the choice in front of him. 

Yet it seemed his mind couldn’t create the presence he truly wanted. Instead leaving him alone to his thoughts. He was losing the thing Lan Zhan had given his life for, Wei Wuxian’s right to choose his mate. He wished more than anything he could go back to that day, to tell him it didn’t matter. That he loved him. 

He felt the same thought surface, the same one he’d had within those dank cell walls. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian chuckled, flicking his foot in the water. “Just in time.” 

Figures his mind would conjure up something to talk himself out of his plan. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s arms were wrapped around him, hoisting him away from the water. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flickered closed as he felt the warmth of a dead man. “We can fix this.” 

“We?” Wei Wuxian laughed bitterly. “There is no we, Lan Zhan. You’re dead!”

“No,” Lan Zhan pressed. “I need you to wake up.” 

“Wake up to what!?” Wei Wuxian snapped. “An empty nest? Crappy incense and a gaping hole in my chest?” 

“Please.” 

“No.” 

“Wei Ying, please I need you-” 

“You don’t need anything! You're dead!” Wei Wuxian snarled as he pushed Lan Zhan away.  He stumbled to find his own feet, latching onto one of the pillars of the pavilion for support. “I just wanted to spend my last hours with you, but if you’re going to keep doing this.” His eyes fluttered shut as he took a deep breath. “Then just go.” 

“Wei Ying, please.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian took a deep breath. “I won’t let you talk me out of it.” 

“Out of what?” 

“My own mind needs me to spell it out for them?” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Shijie always did say I was oblivious.” 

“Wei Ying-” 

“I’m going to protect the last thing you gave me,” Wei Wuxian cut him off. “My choice.” 

“No-” 

“It’s not up for debate.” 

“Wei Ying, please.” Lan Zhan pleaded. “We can fix this.” 

“We can’t,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “Maybe our next lives will be kinder.” 

“No, Wei Ying.” Wei Wuxian could feel Lan Zhan’s warmth behind him. “I’m alive. This isn’t just a dream, somehow we’re connected.” 

“Just stop!” Wei Wuxian snarled. “This is painful enough.” 

“How can I convince you?” 

“Convince me?!” Wei Wuxian snapped as he pushed Lan Zhan away. “I came here for comfort, and every time it’s like being stabbed again!” His voice broke. “I know I’m the reason you’re dead, I don’t need my own mind twisting the knife.” He spun heading for the opening of the pavilion. “Just leave me the hell alone.” 

“Wei Ying!” Lan Zhan’s hand was a warm tether around his wrist, a stark contrast to the freezing cold of the water his foot was skimming. “During the hunt, just give me a sign. A call.” 

“Goodbye Lan Zhan.” 

“Wei-” 

The sound of crashing into the water drowned out the rest of his name. Wei Wuxian let his eyes close, the cold water flooding around him. He just had to let go, his body was already cold. 

“Wei Ying.” 

Suddenly Wei Wuxian really was drowning, not in cold water but in sensations. His thoughts were like a haze, trying to crawl through a mixture of rage and arousal. It at least dulled the feelings of his physical body. The aching pain of exertion, a sticky warmth he’d learned to associate with blood. It stained his mouth as well, a bitter coppery taste. His eyes winced as the sun reflected off something in front of him, a shadowy figure taking form. His lung expanded despite their protest.   

He was met with the sweet scent of sandalwood and loquats. It was far from the dull dried components he used in his incenses, feeling almost alive. 

“Lan Zhan?” His voice cracked, abused from his rampage.

“Mn.” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes adjusted, latching onto nothing but the golden eyes in front of him. 

My alpha . The words swam through the fog, washing away any other thoughts of pain or rage. He felt his face stretch with a smile as his arm jerked out to reach for Lan Zhan, only to be weighed down. His brow furrowed as he looked down, jerking again as he realized he was holding an arm. Which in turn was connected to a body, or at least he thought it was. It was a bit hard to tell, but he thought those were gold robes. But didn’t bodies usually have heads?

“Good job.” 

All thoughts cleared from Wei Wuxian’s mind as he peered at the words, dropping the arm.  He stumbled forward, tentatively reaching out for Lan Zhan. A flurry of emotions overwhelmed him, all trying to get out first. So much he wanted to say, but between the heat and the emotions it was like treading water while exhausted.

“Came back,” He managed to choke out. The sorrowful emotion welling up with it, a bitter star anise in his scent.  

“You did,” Lan Zhan reached out, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face. A thumb gently rubbing across Wei Wuxian’s cheek. 

Alive.  

“Came back,” Wei Wuxian repeated, the words tearing from him in a sob. He clung to the warmth in front of him, the warmth that meant Lan Zhan was alive. That he was here. “Came back.” His voice broke, his head burying itself in Lan Zhan’s neck.  Hot tears spilled down his face. 

“Seize him!” 

The harsh voice sent Wei Wuxian jerking back. A guttural growl sounding from him as he bared his teeth in the direction of the command. He scanned the area. 

Danger.

He jerked to the side, a flair of hot pain went slicing across his cheek as his hand jerked up. The growl oozed from every inch of his being as he looked at what he caught, finding an arrow in his hand. The stinging pain of a cut on his face. 

Protect your mate.

It would have been like fighting a riptide to resist, as waves after waves of rage washed over him. But he didn’t want to fight it, he snarled as he flicked his wrist sending the arrow back at his attackers. 

“Don’t!” A voice called, one more familiar. It still put Wei Wuxian’s nerves on edge. 

The last thing Wei Wuxian remembered was shoving Lan Zhan behind him, his own voice snapping out a command. 

“Run.” 

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“Wei Ying!” 

Wei Wuxian’s vision swam in front of him, barely making out the dirt his face was pressed into. He heard his body let out a low rattle as he tried to move, a conflict of pain and exhaustion. He struggled to get his arm under him, and it felt like moving a mountain when he tried to roll over. 

It certainly felt like a mountain fell on top of him as his back hit the forest floor, knocking the air from his lung. His wheeze rattled to life as he clawed at his own chest, as if it would help him breathe. Instead, only black spots began to fill his vision. 

“Wei Ying!” 

The smell of sandalwood fell over him like a balm, his lung rattling as it sucked it in. He could feel arms aiding him, getting him into a sitting position. His vision faded back to him. As it did, it nearly stole his breath from him again. 

The finely carved face above him was straight out of his dreams. The fine skin unmarked by the welts from a heavy iron muzzle, cleared of grime and blood. Black hair fell like ink around his face, the rest twisted up into a shining silver guan. But at the center of it all were the eyes Wei Wuxian could never forget. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian wheezed. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan exhaled, the worried furrow in his brow lessening. But only for a moment. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian latched on to him. Blood smeared against the white robes he was wearing, and then against the skin as his hand traced the alpha’s jaw. “Lan Zhan, I-” 

“Save your strength,” Lan Zhan murmured, catching Wei Wuxian’s hand. He pressed a soft kiss against it. The worried furrow in his brow doubled as he looked down. 

Wei Wuxian followed his gaze, finding his own body bloody and beaten. Lan Zhan’s hand gently pressed against a wound. Wei Wuxian tried to remember if not being able to feel it was good or bad. 

“Have you come to lead me to the next life?” Wei Wuxian's laugh morphed into a nasty cough. 

“No.” Lan Zhan’s voice was stern. “Look at me,” He pressed. Wei Wuxian looked up at him, a smile growing on his face. How could he deny him anything? “You are going to live.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that.” Wei Wuxian felt his vision going fuzzy again. 

“No,” Lan Zhan growled. Wei Wuxian’s whole head suddenly spun, his body feeling weightless. “You will live.” 

“Some things you can’t command,” Wei Wuxian murmured. 

“Live.” Lan Zhan repeated, laced with every ounce of alpha command he could muster. “Live.” 

Wei Wuxian let out a hum as his eyes drifted closed. 

“Live.” 

His lungs filled with the sweet scent of sandalwood, the softest touch of loquats. He’d never got the mix right for his incense. He supposed he never would now. 

“Live.” 

He hoped Jiang Yanli would put Lan Zhan’s tablet next to his own. Together in death, it would be poetic. 

“Live.”

He’d never written Lan Zhan a poem. He should have. His eyes were worth a whole book of poems on their own. He hoped they’d be the same in the next life. He could write about them then. 

“Live!” 

His world faded to white.

“Save him!” 

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The bitter smell of medicinal herbs greeted Wei Wuxian as he swam back to consciousness. Pain followed next, and then the exhaustion. He let out a groan as he shifted, praying there was a way he could lie and not be in pain. 

“Wei Ying?” A low voice breathed. 

He felt the cool relief of a wet cloth swipe over his forehead, then down his neck. He let out a low hum of appreciation. He heard a soft sigh sound. 

“Rest,” The voice murmured. “I will be here when you wake.” 

It was only as the low humming melody began to fill his ears that Wei Wuxian’s eyes opened. An unfamiliar tapestry swam into view. Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed as he stared at it, trying to place it. His eyes slid on, up to the bed’s canopy of rich red. Then down to the source of the humming. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian’s breath caught. 

Lan Zhan stilled as his eyes flicked up to meet Wei Wuxian’s. He watched the alpha’s features soften, the smallest smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. His inky black hair was pulled up into a bun, but lacking the silver guan Wei Wuxian could remember seeing in the forest. His sleeves were tied back, leaving his arms free. Wei Wuxian tracked his hands as they set the cloth he was using in a nearby basin. 

“Wei Ying,” He spoke with the softest exhale. As if Wei Wuxian’s name was the answer to his prayers. Wei Wuxian’s hands shook as he reached out for him, a surprised squawk sounding from him as his finger tips collided with warm skin. 

“Am I dead?” Wei Wuxian breathed, his fingers sliding up Lan Zhan’s forearms and into the robes. 

“No,” Lan Zhan assured him, his hand catching Wei Wuxian’s exploring hand. He brought it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss into it. “Doctor Wen said you didn’t eat properly before your heat, combined with the stress on your system and injuries, although most of them were superficial made you lose enough blood-” 

“You’re here,” Wei Wuxian exhaled, cutting him off. His other hand pressing into the man’s chest, feeling a heartbeat under his palm. “You’re alive!” 

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed. “As are you,” His hand lifted, pressing into Wei Wuxian’s own chest. 

“How?” Wei Wuxian managed to choke out. “I came back, but I was too late. I looked everywhere! Every prisoner list, I interrogated anyone I could think of! When I couldn’t find you-” His voice broke. “I thought you were dead.” His eyes flickered closed. 

“I was taken to Qishan,” Lan Zhan replied in a low murmur. The hand holding Wei Wuxian’s squeezed. “My condition afterwards made it difficult to reach out.” 

“Condition?” Wei Wuxian breathed, his eyes falling to the collar of Lan Zhan’s robes. His hand went to it, tracing the start of a small scar barely visible over the collar. “Your back is covered, isn’t it?” He asked as his fingers began to trace over the scar, as he’d done dozens of times in dreams.
The way Lan Wangji tensed was answer enough. 

“I’ve seen them.” Wei Wuxian murmured, tilting his head. His fingers moved, trailing over the ones he knew crept up over his shoulders. “I don’t know how, but I saw them in my dreams.” 

His eyes flickered up, meeting the golden gaze that seemed to be able to look straight into his soul. The face before him was the face from his dreams, clean of blood and dirt. How had he reproduced it or the scars? How had he known Lan Zhan’s hair was as soft as silk? Or that he wore white robes?  

“If I’d only come back sooner.” 

“They would have killed you, or worse.” Lan Zhan replied. A hand came up to cup Wei Wuxian’s face, his golden eyes flickering down to Wei Wuxian’s mouth. “I knew they wouldn’t kill me.” He spoke again as his eyes flicked back up to meet Wei Wuxian’s. “I do not regret it.” 

  “I do,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I could have spared you all that pain.” 

“It is done,” Lan Zhan replied. “You dealt with pain of your own.” He added, his thumb rubbing over Wei Wuxian’s cheekbone. Wei Wuxian could only take a shaky breath. Lan Zhan was alive. He was here. 

And all he wanted to do was sleep. 

It was an atrocity.

It was a crime against him specifically! Of all the times for his body to give out on him. He wanted to know everything about Lan Zhan, yet he could hardly keep his eyes open. Not to mention the crippling fear that this was still a dream and he’d wake up alone. 

“Come on,” Wei Wuxian tugged at Lan Zhan with one hand as the idea occurred to him. The other hand started rearranging the blankets and pillows around him. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan’s voice was hesitant, his eyes following Wei Wuxian’s methodical rearranging of the bed. 

“I’m exhausted,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “And I need to make sure you’ll be here when I wake up, so you’re sleeping with me.” He tugged at Lan Zhan again. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” Wei Wuxian yawned. “Do you want to take any of this off?” He tugged at Lan Zhan’s robes. His eyes were drawn to the Clouds around his collar, something about them seemed familiar. As he yawned again, he decided that was a future Wei Wuxian thing to figure out. 

“Mn,” Lan Zhan shook his head. Wei Wuxian watched Lan Zhan as he began to shift, his movements marked by a stiffness in his back. 

“Is it better to sleep on your back or stomach?” Wei Wuxian yawned as he shifted some more pillows in preparation for Lan Zhan’s answer. He got a neutral response as the alpha laid down on his back. 

Wei Wuxian fidgeted with a few more pillows before he scooted closer. He glanced at Lan Zhan’s face as he started to lay down, tucking his head into his neck. His lungs filled with the scent he’d been missing for years. He laid his hand across Lan Zhan’s heart, feeling the soft beats beneath it. 

“This okay?” Wei Wuxian questioned softly. 

“Perfect,” Lan Zhan exhaled, a hand coming up to rest on Wei Wuxian’s back. 

Only after Wei Wuxian felt the weight of a cheek pressed into the top of his head did he let his eyes close. Lan Zhan was here, as strange as it seemed. His hands curled into the softness of his robes, this time he wouldn’t let go. 

“You kept it,” Lan Zhan murmured. Wei Wuxian could feel his thumb running over the battered ribbon on his wrist. 

“It was all I had,” Wei Wuxian murmured against Lan Zhan’s neck. He shifted to reach for it only to have Lan Zhan stop him. 

“Keep it,” He murmured. “It belongs with you.” 

“I never did get to ask what it means,” Wei Wuxian yawned. 

“An old tradition,” Lan Zhan replied softly. “They symbolize self regulation. We are taught only to let go of it around those we love.” 

“But then why did you leave it for me?” Wei Wuxian questioned.

“Our family may touch it,” Lan Zhan explained.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian squawked as he lurched to remove it. Instead he got a hand on the back of his neck guiding him back down. 

“And our mates,” Lan Zhan added. “We are taught that we may only allow those who we see as our fated ones to wear them. I chose you.” 

His golden eyes were piercing, steady. The kind that you knew weren’t lying. Wei Wuxian felt his face blush red as he buried his face back into Lan Zhan’s neck with a whine. It earned him the smallest huff of laughter. He cracked an eye open  when he felt Lan Zhan lift his wrist. Only to blush deeper when Lan Zhan laid a soft kiss on it. 

“Shouldn’t you have a new one?” Wei Wuxian mumbled as his eyes drifted closed. Lan Zhan’s scent was somehow more powerful than any herbs Wen Qing had given him.  

“Mn, it’s on your other wrist.”

Wei Wuxian jerked, only to find it was true. He’d hardly felt it it’s presence there, as it was made of a finer silk than the first. He chuckled as he nuzzled back into Lan Zhan’s neck, laying a soft kiss there once he settled. 

“I knew you were a romantic.” He yawned.

“Rest,” Lan Zhan murmured, a hand coming up to stroke Wei Wuxian’s hair. He let out a hum as he drifted off, finding sleep easier than he had in years. 

Only to be woken to the disoriented sound of yelling. 

He let out a low groan as he buried himself deeper into Lan Zhan, as if he could hide from the voices. He heard the man let out an annoyed huff, followed by an arm pulling him closer. Unfortunately, it only made the yelling louder. 

“I’m trying to sleep here,” Wei Wuxian moaned as peeked in the direction of the noise. 

Of course it was Jiang Wanyin. What was more surprising was that Lan Xichen seemed to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Jiang Yanli was watching it with one hand on her stomach, an expression torn between worried and amused. 

“You promised nothing would happen,” Jiang Wanyin was spitting. “If you think this is some tactic to convince us to renegotiate the betrothal terms, I won’t hear of it.” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian whined. “The betrothal is off, I’m marrying Lan Zhan. Now go away, I was sleeping.” He huffed against Lan Zhan’s neck as he nuzzled his way back into it. 

“Your Lan Zhan is Crown Prince Lan, you idiot!” Jiang Wanyin snapped back. 

“What?!”

The information drove all lingering thoughts of sleep away, his whole body jerking up. He looked down at Lan Zhan, finding a steady golden gaze on him. 

“You’re Crown Prince Lan?!” 

“Mn.” 

“Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian repeated stunned. “You mean this whole time I was looking for the wrong name?!” He buried his face in his hands. 

The whole time he was using a birth name. How much sooner could he have found Lan Zhan if he had his name? Hell, how close had they been at the Nightless City? Their rooms could have been right next to each other! He lifted his head. 

“Why did you write? Or say anything?” 

He watched a soft flush form on Lan Zhan’s ears, or should he say Lan Wangji’s, as he shifted to sit up. 

“By the time I’d recovered enough, the announcement you were searching for a mate arrived.” Lan Wangji replied once he had. “I’d thought you had moved on, or..” 

“Or what?” 

“That you never felt anything for me to begin with.” 

Wei Wuxian stared at Lan Wangji. 

“Get up,” He ordered as he crawled out of his bed. “Come on,” He tugged on Lan Wangji, using impatience to cover the fact he was helping the alpha out of the bed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jiang Wanyin crossed his arms. 

“To the ancestral shrine,” Wei Wuxian tugged on Lan Wangji’s hand. “We’re getting married. Now.” He added to Lan Wangji. He saw the man blink, before his ears flushed red as he nodded. 

“You can’t just get married!’ 

“Of course we can,” Wei Wuxian tried to push past him. “We’re going to make our bows and that will put an end to this nonsense.” 

“What nonsense?” Jiang Yanli chuckled, apparently amused by Jiang Wanyin’s successful blocking of the door. Traitor.

“The nonsense that Lan Zhan and I can’t sleep together!” Wei Wuxian huffed. “Lan Zhan is my chosen mate, and since he’s also Lan Wangji, Crown Prince of Gusu, he’s also my betrothed. Since that apparently isn’t enough to keep you all from squabbling in my bedroom, I’m marrying him so you all can shove it.” 

“You can’t just do that!” 

“My parent’s tablets are in the shrine! Therefore it will be perfectly valid!” Wei Wuxian huffed. Seeing he was losing, he decided to play dirty. All it took was one spit-wet finger in Jiang Wanyin’s ear. 

“Wei Wuxian!” He seethed as he freaked out, shaking like a wet dog as a hand pressed into his ear. 

“Hah!” Wei Wuxian laughed as he dragged Lan Wangji through the door. “Come on!” He grinned as he moved to take off. 

Only to stop as he realized he had no idea where they were. Instead of the lotus filled boardwalks of Lotus Pier, they were in walkways framed by regular land gardens. He looked around, his brow furrowing further. 

“Where are we?”
“You’d think a Lord would recognize his own manor.” Jiang Wanyin huffed behind him. “We aren’t in Lotus Pier, dumbass.” 

“I didn’t realize it had so much stuff.” He peered back into the room they had just excited. 

“I decorated,” Jiang Yanli smiled. “Including a set of tablets for your parents in the manor's shrine.” 

“You’re the best shijie,” Wei Wuxian grinned.

“It’s not like you know where it is,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “So why don’t we sit down and talk through this like adults.” 

From behind his back, Jiang Yanli pointed to the left. 

“No thank you, I’m getting married.” Wei Wuxian smiled, charging off. 

“Don’t you have any objections?” He could hear Jiang Wanyin questioning Lan Xichen as they took off. 

“Unfortunately, the direct line of the Imperial Family of Gusu hasn’t had a traditional wedding in six generations,” Lan Xichen sighed in reply. “I was hoping to break that with Wangji’s, but we must accept fate. In all honesty, I suspect it’s why my Uncle never married.” 

Wei Wuxian cackled as he sped up, his feet pounding against the stone walkways. He glanced back, his heart soaring as he saw Lan Wangji behind him. Only to shriek as suddenly he found himself hoisted up into his arms. 

“Your feet will get cold.” Lan Wangji hummed as his excuse. Wei Wuxian laughed as he looped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. Just as he was leaning in to kiss him. 

“A-Li!” Jin Zixuan’s voice was shocking enough to make Wei Wuxian jerk. Lan Wangji’s arms instinctively tightened around him. 

“A-Xuan? What’s wrong?” Jiang Yanli came waddling up.

“My father has gone insane!” Jin Zixuan’s chest heaved. He must have ran from wherever he was coming from. “I don’t know how, but he’s rallied the public. They’re calling for Wei Wuxian’s arrest, or his head. It’s not very clear.” 

“Let me guess,” Lan Xichen huffed. “They’ll be abated if another Rite of the Challenge is allowed.” 

“What did I ever do to him?” Wei Wuxian muttered, shifting his weight. Lan Wangji seemed to catch his motives, lowering him from his hold. He reached, gently rubbing the back he knew must have been sore.

“Uh, well,” Jiang Wanyin cleared his throat. “Did you know you can catch arrows?” 

“I can?” 

“And throw them, with surprising accuracy,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. 

“What, did I hit Jin Guangshan with one?” 

“Let’s just say I won’t be gaining any more siblings,” Jin ZIxuan cleared his throat. Wei Wuxian winced. “Well, a few more new siblings. A few old ones might come out of the woodwork.” 

“A-Xuan, not the time for jokes.” Jiang Yanli hissed. 

“Right.” 

“Tell him it’s too late,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “That Lan Zhan and I have already bonded.” 

Wei Wuxian’s heart jumped into his throat as he heard something crash. The sound of yelling quickly followed. 

“Is that a mob?” Jiang Wanyin swore. 

“Probably the best money can buy,” Jin Zixuan gulped. “I’m sorry A-Li, I really thought I could talk him down.” 

Wei Wuxian’s heart picked up as the yelling grew louder. Jiang Yanli couldn’t outrun a mob. He looked to Lan Wangji, his gold eyes looking warely off into the distance. He could see him tensing, but it only drew further attention to the stiffness in his back. 

“You better come up with a plan,” Wei Wuxian leveled at Jiang Wanyin. 

“What? What are you-” 

Wei Wuxian tuned him out as he pulled Lan Wangji to him, capturing his lips in a kiss. 

Kissing Lan Zhan was as easy as breathing. Yet it took his whole being, cataloging every little detail. Lan Zhan’s hair did feel like silk under his fingers. His lips gentle, but firm, under Wei Wuxian’s own. Contrasting with the arms held him as if he was a ghost that might escape any moment. It was only as he tasted salt that he realized he was crying. 

“I love you,” He breathed as they parted. 

“Wei Ying, no.” Lan Wangji breathed. 

“I can buy time.”  Wei Wuxian exhaled.

“We won’t waste it.” Jiang Yanli promised. 

“No,” Lan Wangji gripped him tighter. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian exhaled, his heart breaking as his scent curled out around them. “I’ll be back.” 

“No, not again.” Lan Wangji’s grip turned vice-like.  “Together or not at all.” 

All of Wei Wuxian’s planning went out the window. How long had Lan Wangji sat waiting, hoping Wei Wuxian would come back to him in those cells?  He exhaled, glancing around the hallway. His eyes fell on a pair of swords hanging there. Leave it to Jiang Yanli to think about decorating with swords. 

“Together,” He breathed, crossing to take the swords down. “Make sure she’s safe,” Wei Wuxian leveled at the rest of them. 

“A-Xian you can’t run forever!” Jiang Yanli protested. 

“We won’t,” Wei Wuxian smiled at her. “Can’t miss the birth of my first nephew, can I?” 

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen’s brow was furrowed. “You’re still recovering.” 

“I can no longer recover from a bed,” Lan Wangji leveled back. “And I am in good hands.” He looked at Wei Wuxian. 

“Lotus Pier in a month,” Jiang Wanyin nodded to Wei Wuxian. “We’ll have it figured out by then.” 

“If not, the Cloud Recess has gone over extensive defensive upgrades.” Lan Xichen followed up. 

Wei Wuxian nodded, turning back to Lan Wangji. 

 “Think we have time for our bows on the way out?” He smiled as he offered him the second blade. 

“We’ll make time.” Lan Wangji’s thumb flicked against the hilt of the blade, dislodging it. It made a graceful arch as he pulled it from the sheath. “Together.” 

“Together.” 

Chapter Text

“Wei Ying!” 

“Got him!” Wei Wuxian ducked, the dagger flying uselessly over his head. He snagged one from a belt of a downed fighter, sending it flying with a flick of his wrist. A strangled cry sounded as the dagger hit it’s mark. 

Wei Wuxian knew he shouldn’t be enjoying himself, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. His head snapped to the right as he heard another assailant. He’d barely tracked him before he heard a pained cry, the man downed by a smooth flick of Lan Wangji’s blade. 

His eyes lingered on Lan Wangji, a purr of satisfaction at the sight of his mate. Even with the stiffness that kept his back in a rod straight posture, he was a master with a blade. His eyes met Wei Wuxian for a moment, the softest smile turning up a corner of his mouth. Only for his eyes to flicker back to the area around them. 

It reminded Wei Wuxian of the situation they were in. He cocked his head as he listened, his eyes scanning the widening of the road for the sign of any more bandits. He took a deep breath, quickly picking apart the scents around him as he counted off the bodies. Only when the number of scents matched with them did he loosen his form. His body straightened as he stood. 

“You okay?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he hurried over to Lan Wangji. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, rolling his shoulders. No doubt trying to disperse some of the tension.

“We’ll catch a break soon,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he reached up to wipe some blood off of Lan Wangji’s cheek. His smile turned shy as Lan Wangji did the same for him, although he would bet that his whole face was covered in blood. He didn’t know how Lan Wangji’s robes were nearly pristine, only dirtied by the dust from traveling along the road. 

Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to the bodies around them. A few of them were still breathing, but unlike during the war Wei Wuxian didn’t feel the need to slit their throats. Instead he rummaged through their pockets, looking for gold or information. He rarely heard about bandits, so he couldn’t understand how they’d run into four groups of them in as many days. There was the chance they were pulling for Emperor Jin’s bounty, but seeing how they were attacking a traveling family when they came along Wei Wuxian doubted it. 

It meant there was another issue at stake. Either taxes were too high, jobs were scarce enough to push men to thieving, or there was some other social issue at hand. He’d have to send messages out to his men, which could only lead to having to sit down with the other Lords to work out a solution. 

The future worries couldn’t affect the joy that was pumping along with the adrenaline through his system. Killing wasn’t fun, but being able to fight alongside his mate? He understood why Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen didn’t want to give it up. He couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than fighting in perfect sync with his mate.

Well, except maybe one thing. 

The reminder that although they took their bows, but had yet to consummate their marriage lingered in the back of Wei Wuxian’s mind. They’d been pushing themselves so hard to move, that whenever they could stop to rest the only thing they could manage was a few kisses goodnight before they passed out. 

“Maybe we can check out the next town,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he finished searching the downed bandits. He’d come up with some coins, but not much beyond that. “See if we can get a room to rent. I’d say we’ve-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off, his eyes trained on a spot in the woods. Wei Wuxian’s blade was ready in a moment, only for a family to come limping out of the woods. 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed as he lowered his blade. Their scents matching with those of the people the bandits were attacking before they came along. “I thought you all ran off! Is everyone okay?” He questioned as he moved forward. 

“We are now that you’ve dealt with those bandits!” The elderly woman smiled.

His eyes glanced over the group, consisting of a young girl, a man, and a woman. His eyes flicked back to the old woman, his brow furrowing. There was something familiar about her, he just couldn’t quite place it.  

“Do I know you?” He questioned.  

“I would hope so,” The woman chuckled. “I’m probably the only woman to say she’s been saved by the Yiling Patriarch twice.” She winked. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he recognized her, a larger grin growing across his face as he did. She was the one who was injured the day he met Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen. He knew Wen Qing had said she’d make a full recovery, but it was something else to see it after all these years.  

“I really didn’t do much,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Doctor Wen is the one who deserves the full credit.” 

“Nonsense, you still helped those two strapping alphas save us from that ambush!” The elderly woman waved him off.

“Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen,” Wei Wuxian offered in explanation to Lan Wangji. “They were part of my guerilla group.” He added when he realized it really wasn’t an explanation at all. 

“Did you say the Yiling Patriarch?” The man asked. “Crown Prince Wei?” 

“That’s me,” Wei Wuxian nervously laughed. 

“Put that thought out of your head boy,” The old woman’s face turned into a scowl. 

“Ma, do you know how much money they’re offering for him?” 

Wei Wuxian jumped as the woman whalloped her son.

“The boy saves my life twice and you want to sell him for some measly gold?” She scolded. “He’s saved your life, and your daughter’s now too!” 

“Well, it’s been a pleasure,” Wei Wuxian interjected the scolding, nervously glancing at the man. “We should get moving.” 

“Hold on,” She moved towards him, grabbing his arm as she directed him away from her son. “Here take this,” She produced a jar of ointment. “It’ll help with that young alphas back.” She added. “Also,” Her voice dropped. “A little over half a day's journey to the east, there’s a small cabin at the base of a waterfall. Don’t take the road, just cut through the woods. My boy doesn’t know about it. Sounds like you could use it to lay low for a few days.” 

“Thank you for this,” Wei Wuxian smiled, acting like he hadn’t heard the second part. Instead making it look like he was just appreciative of the jar. 

“Least I can do for my savior,” She smiled, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “We’ll leave first,” She added, moving to drag her family off. 

Wei Wuxian waved as she went, waiting until they were out of sight before moving on. All it took was a few good kicks to make sure the downed living bandits were unconscious before he turned to Lan Wangji. Nodding towards the east as they started walking. 

“I ran into her during the war,” Wei Wuxian explained as they started off through the woods. “I was coming back from a supply run, and I heard fighting. I crept up, and saw these two men. One in white and one in black, fighting in perfect sync. It was amazing to watch, but of course I jumped in and started fighting the Wens. In the end, she was injured pretty badly in the leg. I wasn’t going to just let her die, so I took her back to our encampment.” 

“Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen came too,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he cleaned his blade off with his already stained sleeve. “Of course, I couldn’t risk them being spies and we had a pretty big attack planned. In the end they ended up joining us, and I found out Xiao Xingchen is my shushu! They left to wander after the war, but I get a letter occasionally.” 

“Wander?” 

“Yeah, doing this.” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Well, fighting bandits and saving people. Not being on the run from an angry mob.” He corrected himself with a sigh. He trailed closer to Lan Wangji, interlacing their fingers. “I was always jealous of them during the war. To be so in sync with your mate, fighting as one person.” He sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be happy about it, but fighting with you feels good.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed, squeezing his hand. “I wanted to join your fight during the Rite.” 

Wei Wuxian blinked at him, drawing a blank. 

“You do not remember?”

“I don’t remember my heat rampages,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “What did happen? We’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to ask.” More like he didn’t want to ask, the taste of blood that lingered for days was enough for him. 

“I arrived to join the Challenge,” Lan Wangji started. “I’d hoped you’d give me a sign that you’d choose me.” He took a deep breath. “And you did. You called for me, a mating call. I called back, and then you found me.” 

“You were dragging Jin Zixun’s body. His head was mostly torn off, it fell off as you pulled it into the clearing. Jin Guangshan,” He said the name as if it was a plague. “Had built stands to spectate the hunt, filled it with servant girls and Lords. The moment you arrived, they ran.” 

“But you recognized me. You called my name, told me you came back. When you hugged me, I thought that was the end of it all.” He exhaled, his eyes closing for a moment. “But Jin Guangshan called for your seizure.” 

“I suppose a bloody omega dragging your nephew’s body would be disturbing,” Wei Wuxian tried to find some reason. “But he knew what I did! He had to know how I’d react!” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “Emperor Jiang tried to warn him, but it was too late. One of his personal guards fired on you. You caught it, and volleyed it back. You pushed me behind you, you commanded me to run.” 

Wei Wuxian stuttered to a stop. 

“I commanded you?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “I tried to fight it, but you were too strong. By the time I’d made it into the woods, you’d taken down half his guard. A few that remained were dragging him off.” 

“Because I shot him in the,” Wei Wuxian trailed off. 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji nodded. “I ran, but circled back after the command was released. Emperor Jiang was there, saying you killed those that remained and then took off into the woods. So I came to look for you.” 

“And you found me.” Wei Wuxian squeezed his hand. “How many,” He paused, taking a breath. “How many did I kill?” 

“A majority of Jin Guangshan’s guard is dead, a number of his favorite lords, and two of his favorite concubines.”  

“Concubines? I shouldn’t have gone after them,” His brow furrowed. “Unless they were protecting him?” 

“More like his human shields.” 

“That bastard,” Wei Wuxian growled. “I wish I’d thrown higher and killed him.” He spat as he started to walk again. “No, I don’t.” He sighed after a moment. “It would cause too many issues for A-Cheng, and even A-Li.” 

The two lapsed into silence, the sounds of the woods filling it. It only lasted for a few minutes, before Wei Wuxian started chatting about whatever came to mind. He quizzed Lan Wangji on anything and everything. All the things he couldn’t ask about in the cell, the things Lan Wangji couldn’t reply to because of the muzzle. 

He flitted around Lan Wangji, making sure to stay in his orbit as they walked. He poked in the bushes and tree roots to keep himself occupied. His heart still skipped a beat every time he looked back, finding those golden eyes already trained on him. 

Maybe that was how he literally tripped over a stream. 

“Wei Ying!” 

“I’m fine!” Wei Wuxian quickly assured him with a laugh. The cold water was quickly seeping through his robes, pushing him to roll out of it instead of continuing his laughing there in the stream. “I’ll have to get the blood out sooner or later.” 

It didn’t stop Lan Wangji’s eyes from worriedly scanning his body. 

“We must be getting close to that cabin she mentioned.” Wei Wuxian gathered the bottom of his robes in his hands to wring out, glancing at the stream to notice which way it was flowing. “Must be up that way,” He nodded. “Keep an eye out for fish, we could cook them up for dinner.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as his eyes fell to the stream. 

They’d only made it a few feet before Lan Wangji was stooping, his blade lashing out. His brow furrowed as nothing came to the surface of the water. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” He shook head. “Have you never been fishing? I thought Gusu was full of water! Here, let me show you,” He scanned the water as he pulled off his boots. He tied up his robes next, despite them already being wet. A grin lit up his face as he saw a good spot. 

He slowly slid through the water, planting his feet as he kept an eye on the stream. Then, quick as lightning, his hands flashed out. He let out a triumphant laugh as he hoisted the fish out of the water. 

“Dinner!” He beamed at Lan Wangji. “Here, I’ll toss it to you so I can catch a few more. This looks like a pretty good spot.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, setting his sword aside. Wei Wuxian tossed it out, chuckling as Lan Wangji had to fumble slightly to get a good grip on it. “Killing is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.” 

Wei Wuxian had to connect the dots for a moment. 

“Oh, couldn’t you go fishing outside of the Cloud Recesses?” He questioned turning his attention back to the water. 

“I rarely left,” Lan Wangji replied. “My studies were more important.” 

“You never snuck out? Not even to watch the stars?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “It was against the rules.” 

“Well yeah,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “That’s the point.” He continued, his hand flashing out to try catching another fish. Only to have it dart away. “I suppose it was different for me,” He broke off with a grunt as he tried for another fish. “Madam Yu was never particularly fond of me. I found the best way to stay out of her way was to not be in Lotus Pier. Hah!” He broke off as he caught another fish. 

He tossed it out to Lan Wangji, who caught it with a greater ease than the first. 

“I think that’ll do for now,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he waded out. His feet were starting to tingle from the cold. “With luck there will be some by the cabin. I can teach you how to catch them!” He added with a grin. “If we can stay in the cabin for a few days, of course.” 

“I would like that,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“The cabin or the fishing?” Wei Wuxian laughed as he grabbed his boots, not bothering to put them on as they continued up the stream. 

“Both.” 

The sun was already getting low in the sky by the time the stream widened out into the waterfall pond. Charming was the first impression of the cabin. It was nestled on the edge of the pond framed by the small waterfall cascading over the rocky outcropping that gave it a backdrop. 

Charming on first sight, small upon investigation. Most of the space was dominated by a large bed, from the heavy ornamental design Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but wonder if it had been a bridal bed at one point. From there was the braiser and a small table. The kitchen had been delegated to outside, not that they had much to cook, other than their two fishes. 

The two of them rattled through the space, opening a few containers to see what they might be working with. The answer was not much, but at least there was bedding. Wei Wuxian could even forgive it’s slightly musty smell. The fishing hook leaning against the outside of the cabin was a welcome sight as well. 

“I’ll clean out the fish,” Wei Wuxian lifted them off where Lan Wangji had placed them on the table. “No use in washing up if I’m just going to get dirty again.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji moved to follow him. 

“I can handle this,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Why don’t you go wash up?” Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji hesitate. “I’ll join you as soon as I’m finished.” 

“Mn.”

Wei Wuxian hummed to himself as he pulled one of his pilfered daggers out of his belt. His hands worked quickly as he gutted the two fishes. He set them aside, figuring they’d be good bait for future fishing efforts. The fire came next, stoking the flames with nearby debris. 

“I can do that,” Lan Wangji’s voice cut through Wei Wuxian’s focus. His head jerked up, only for his eyes to fall. 

Lan Wangji had his robes, which looked very damp, folded over his arm. It left him in nothing but his pants, revealing the pale skin of his torso. Water dripping down the pale skin Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but stare at. 

“Wei Ying?” 

“Oh, sorry!” His eyes jerked away from Lan Wangji. “I just got caught up in the work,” He offered. “I see you did laundry.” 

“I,” Lan Wangji faltered. “I attempted.” 

“Attempted?” Wei Wuxian laughed. “They look clean to me.” He moved forward to take them, only to have Lan Wangji jerk back. His eyes flickered to the very red ears poking out through the wet hair. “Lan Zhan?” 

“Rocks are sharp,” Lan Wangji muttered. This time when Wei Wuxian reached out, he didn’t stop him. Wei Wuxian tried not to laugh as he saw the torn holes in the robe as he held it up. 

“It’s still wearable,” Wei Wuxian cocked his head. “But maybe I’ll do the laundry for now?” He added with a smile. Lan Wangji ducked his head with a nod. 

“I can cook.” 

“Perfect,” Wei Wuxian beamed. “If you want to take over I’ll go wash up.” He waited until Lan Wangji nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he headed for the water. 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop smiling as he scrubbed the travel dust and blood off of himself. He made quick work of his own robes, his time as the Yiling Patriarch paying off. He could smell the fish by the time he was finished, pushing him to bounce back to the cabin. 

Lan Wangji’s robes were fluttering across one of the windows, suspended by one of his belts. Wei Wuxian grinned as he hurried to do the same, pausing to warm by the braiser Lan Wangji had lit. 

They quickly scarfed down their first real meal in days. The meat filling Wei Wuxian’s belly after days of foraged berries and greens. He collected the waste bones, tossing them out the door.

“For someone who doesn’t eat meat a lot, it looks like you did a great job cooking,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he came back. His hand trailing over Lan Wangji’s shoulders as he passed. “Come on, the woman gave me some ointment for your back.” 

“You do not have to,” Lan Wangji murmured back as he stood. 

“Have to what?” Wei Wuxian stared at him. 

“I know they are not,” Lan Wangji paused. “Pretty. You do not have to touch them.” 

Wei Wuxian blinked at him, his gaze shifting back to the hatchwork of scars littering Lan Wangji’s back. 

“What are you talking about?” Wei Wuxian pressed. He reached out, tracing his hand over one. “They’re a part of you, of course I’ll love them.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to one curling over Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “And they show me how much you can love. Not just me, but your family and your kingdom.” He let his hand trail down his back, tracing the scar he just kissed.  

He saw Lan Wangji’s ears flush red, barely visible in the light casting off from the brazier. 

“Come on,” Wei Wuxian hummed, tugging at him. “Your back must be killing you by now. I had the same issue with my front, and I’d only been stabbed twice.” He grabbed the ointment. He rolled the jar in his hands, as if it might warm it up. “Do you like archery?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he laid down on his stomach. 

“We’ll have to talk to Wen Qing when we get back,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he followed, perching beside him on the bed. “We used archery to help ‘retrain’ my muscles. I imagine it could help with your back,” He mused out loud as he opened the jar, the bitter herbal smell greeting him. 

He warmed the ointment between his hands, letting out his own scent to combat the medicinal one. He smiled as Lan Wangji’s sandalwood and loquats joined his, he’d never get tired of that. A reminder that Lan Wangji was alive and in front of him. He shifted to rub it in, only to stop. 

“Do you mind if I just?” Wei Wuxian shifted, kneeling on the bed. He swung his leg over, making sure to keep his weight on his knees and toes instead of Lan Wangji. “Is this okay?” He questioned. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji’s head shifted, resting against one of the pillows so he could see Wei Wuxian. He smiled back as he gently started rubbing the ointment in. 

Despite his urge to talk, something held Wei Wuxian back. He gently started massaging his way down Lan Wangji’s back, feeling the man tremble beneath him. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he leaned over pressing a gentle kiss to one of the scars. 

He felt Lan Wangji’s breath hitch under him. 

It pushed him to continue, his lips tingling by the time he’d finished Lan Wangji’s whole back. He glanced into the jar, pleased to find there would probably be enough of the ointment for a few more appliances. He leaned to set it down, only to find himself tugged down. 

“Lan Zh-” He was cut off by Lan Wangji’s lips pressing against his own, a tongue taking advantage of his open mouth. 

Wei Wuxian moaned up into the kiss, the jar dropping with a dull thud to the ground. Lan Wangji’s weight shifted over him, nearly making Wei Wuxian purr with satisfaction Just as his hips canted up, chasing a mind boggling pleasure, Lan Wangji broke it off.

“Wei Ying,” He gasped, only to follow it with a groan. His head fell to rest on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. His whole chest expanded as he breathed in Wei Wuxian’s scent. 

“What’s wrong?” Wei Wuxian’s thumb gently rubbed against the back of Lan Wangji’s neck.

It only pushed Lan Wangji to roll off of him. Wei Wuxian felt his entire body keen at the loss, pushing him to roll after him. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji groaned as Wei Wuxian pressed up against his side. His eyes pressed closed as his hand came up to cover his face. 

“What’s wrong?” Wei Wuxian pressed, planting his chin on Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“I want,” Lan Wangji shakely exhaled. “So much.” 

“Tell me about it,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “We should be in Lotus Pier. Enjoying shijie’s soup and picking lotus seeds.” He rocked his chin, moving so his cheek was resting on Lan Wangji’s chest. “Doing other normal newlywed things!”

“Like what?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian looked at him with a sly grin. 

“A few dreams I had come to mind,” He hummed, his fingers trailing mindless designs over Lan Wangji’s chest.“Or were you not present for those?” 

“Remind me.” Lan Wangji caught Wei Wuxian’s hand, stilling it against his chest.  

“We’d sit out under the stars,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I’d show you around Lotus Pier, buy you all the best food. Some dreams we drank of Emperor's Smile in what I imagined Gusu to be like.” He continued looking for Lan Wangji’s reaction. 

“Sounds wonderful.” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “There were ones I’d introduce you to A-Yuan. We’d teach him how to fight, and help him with his math.” 

“I could teach him to play the guqin.” 

“Please!” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I’m afraid he has no ear for the dizi. You are already one of his favorite people, and that’s just from the letters! He’s very excited to meet you.” 

“And I him.” 

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian trailed off. “In some dreams, after he’d gone to bed.” He paused for the effect. “We’d find a pier all our own, and make him new siblings until the sun rose.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice dropped nearly two octaves. His ears flushed a bright red. “I’m content being by your side. You don’t have to push yourself.”

“Push myself?” Wei Wuxian stopped again, staring at Lan Wangji. “Lan Zhan, we’re married!” 

“Some people with your experiences do not wish to engage in certain acts again.” Lan Wangji’s ears were bright red now. “I don’t want you to think I expect it, or require it. I just want to be next to you.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian huffed, his words an embarrassed mess. “I really wanted to sleep with you back then!” 

A shocked silence fell between them.  

“But these past nights.” 

“We’ve been on the run and exhausted!” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I could tell how much your back is bothering you! Not to mention a mob could have found us any second! I can’t believe you thought,” He broke off. 

Or more accurately Lan Wangji ended his sentence for him, capturing his lips again. Wei Wuxian returned it with a fever, one that only grew as Lan Wangji’s hand slid like a hot brand down his back. Lan Wangj’s scent was dripping out of him, growing muskier with each minute. It pushed Wei Wuxian to crowd further into his space, trying to bring him closer. They broke off with a gasp as Wei Wuxian recognized a familiar sweet scent pouring from his own body. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured. “Is that?” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he chased after his lips. “Talk later.” He whined. “Make pups now.” His hips canted forward. He registered the smile that curved Lan Wangji’s lips. 

“As you wish.”

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

“Wei-xiong! Wei-xiong! Oh! Crown Prince Lan, I didn’t realize you were here.”

The excited tones of Crown Prince Nie Huaisang cut through Wei Wuxian’s dozing. His eyes flickered open, his cushion and paper strewn pavilion in Lotus Pier swimming into view. He yawned as he shifted, a beaming grin taking over his face as he looked up and caught the underside of Lan Wangji’s jaw. The gold eyes flickered down to meet him, a small smile turning up his lips in reply. 

“Is he asleep? I can come back later.” Nie Huaisang’s voice had dropped to a stage whisper. 

“I’m awake,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he shifted, looking at Nie Huaisang while still keeping his head in Lan Wangji’s lap. He felt Lan Wangji’s hand move, settling on Wei Wuxian’s stomach. “You know, no one is supposed to know we’re here.” He yawned at Nie Hausiang.

“I,” Nie Huaisang flushed as his eyes flickered between the two of them. More specifically the hand on Wei Wuxain’s stomach. “I’ll come back later.” 

“Nie Huaisang, if you think I won’t be napping in Lan Zhan’s lap in four hours, you’d be incorrect.” Wei Wuxian called to stop him. With a sigh he moved to sit up, hearing a displeased hum from Lan Wangji at the action. He pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s shoulder before nestling into his side, resting his head where his lips had been moments before. 

Ever since their return to Lotus Pier a week ago, most of their days had been spent like this. Officially, the Imperial families of the Jiang and Lan had no idea where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were. Unofficially, they’d slunk back into Lotus Pier a week ago. Spending two weeks in a cabin where their only concerns were to stop fucking long enough to find food and firewood was romantic. However, the desire for things like soap and food that had seasonings began to outweigh it. 

They’d found Jin Guangshan was still foaming at the mouth, although his efforts to pull Wei Wuxian back into another Rite of Challenged were seemed futile by everyone. It was no secret that he and Lan Wangji had basically eloped. Not that anyone knew for certain Wei Wuxian wore Lan Wangji’s bondmark. They just assumed. 

Correctly.

Empress Jin had set forth the official offer to set a repayment price for those Wei Wuxian killed, who weren’t his suitors. She’d been content with Jiang Wanyin’s reply, which was that they had been idiots for wanting to spectate such a thing in the first place. Public opinion, and that of the lords, was proving to be the opposite. Some were rallying behind Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, but many more were calling for Wei Wuxian’s head. 

At least they’d become old news in a few days, since the announcement of Wei Wuxian’s first nephew would be made to the general public.  Jing Ling had been born two days after their return, a gurgling happy fat baby. Wei Wuxian had him in his arms whenever he could, which wasn’t often with how infatuated Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli were with their baby. He’d pouted to Lan Wangji. Who, in his defense, was trying very hard to give Wei Wuxian a baby of his own. 

Which was probably why most people now avoided Wei Wuxian’s pavilion. The place reeked of the two of them, but in Wei Wuxian’s defense it was a private pavilion. A-Yuan was the only one who loved it as much as they did, stopping by for healthy doses of scenting from both of his babas. A few trustworthy servants brought them their meals, extending their private newlywed bliss. 

A bliss that Nie Huaisang’s arrival announced the end of. Now doubt the other delegates from the kingdoms would be arriving to share their Emperor’s congratulations on the new Jin heir. One of which being the Imperial Uncle of Gusu, Lan Qiren. Wei Wuxian’s only interaction with him so far was a letter that spanned over two crates. The contents of which were the Lan Sect rules, which were only slightly overshadowed by instructions to help pregnancies take hold. To quote the Imperial Uncle, “Although the circumstances surrounding your marriage are an unfortunate blight on the records, we must make the best of the situation.” 

The best of the situation being to make babies apparently. So, really it was on Gusu’s instructions that they retreated into Wei Wuxian’s pavilion well stocked with cushions, lotus seeds, paperwork and his mate. One could hardly blame him for drifting off now and again. Or other distractions.  

“Ah well,” Nie Huaisang seemed to flush as he knelt cautiously at the edge of the pavilion. Wei Wuxian saw his nose twitch as a breeze picked up. “Da-ge sent me to be the envoy for greeting the baby, and I was talking to Jiang Yanli. And you just have to let me do it!” 

“Do what?” Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed. 

“Write the story of your epic love!” 

A shocked silence fell between them. 

“Well I suppose at this point it’s more like let me publish your love story. I was just so inspired by your tale!” Nie Huaisang was lost in his excitement, his fan fluttering away. “I just had to write it down!” 

“Write it down?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“It was just so tragic! You thought he was dead!” Nie Huaisang breathed. “Then you tried to move on, for the sake of your family and your country! It was just so,” He broke off with a sigh. “I embellished a bit, of course,” He turned his attention to the two of them. “But I didn’t expect it to be picked up so quickly!” 

“Picked up? I thought you were waiting for our permission!”

“Oops, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Nie Huaisang hit his head with his fan. “I was just so excited! I sent it to my usual printer, just for his opinion. The next thing I know he’s telling me it’s flying off the shelves like hotcakes!” 

“Hotcakes,” Wei Wuxian repeated. “How long ago did you write this?” 

“Well, I arrived four days ago,” Nie Huaisang flushed. “Talked to Jiang Yanli on our arrival and spent the next two days writing. One day for editing, then I sent it to my printer post-haste for his opinion.” He recounted. 

“Please don’t hurt me! I didn’t intend for this to happen!” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian sighed, only to realize Nie Huaisang’s plea was directed towards Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian let out a hum as he leaned over, running his nose along Lan Wangji’s clenched jaw. It was successful in getting it to loosen. 

“But for the life of me I can’t figure out the ending. My publisher is hounding me for it! Obviously Emperor Jin is the villain, but it’s the logistics.” 

“We live happily ever after,” Wei Wuxian shot back.

“No, I got that part.” Nie Huaisang huffed. “It’s the explanation! Why did you go on those rampages? Those dreams your sister mentioned.” 

“She mentioned?” Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow. Jiang Yanli was an expert at keeping a lid on things, this meant this novel wasn’t as unplanned as Nie Huaisang thought it was. 

“She did! I mean I’ve heard of bond dreams,” Nie Huaisang eagerly nodded. “You know, where a bonded couple that’s been separated for long enough starts dreaming of each other so they can find their way back to each other?” He sighed at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s blank expressions. “It’s all the rage in Romance stories! But it doesn’t make sense, you two weren’t bonded!” 

“Weren’t we?” Wei Wuxian felt a sly grin slip onto his face. 

“You weren’t! I saw your neck at those events, it was bare as a baby’s bottom.” Nie Huaisang shot back. At the word baby, Wei Wuxian shot Lan Wangji a pair of puppy dog eyes. It earned him a sigh and a kiss on the temple. 

“We were bonded.” Lan Wangji stated. 

“That’s impossible!” Nie Huaisang huffed. “To bond it there has to be a bite.” 

“Attempt the Impossible,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “The motto of the Jiang Dynasty,” He winked. 

“My readers won’t just accept that!” Nie Hausaing huffed. 

“How about a Doctor’s explanation?” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “You can even follow up with Doctor Wen if you don’t believe me.” 

“I’m listening.” 

“Are you aware how a true bond is made between a couple?” 

“I’m not a child! Two bites are exchanged. If they are both alphas, it can be done outside of a heat. If it involves an omega, the bond has to be made during a heat because it’s the only time an omega’s venom is strong enough to return the bite.” 

“Not necessarily,” Wei Wuxian smiled. He watched Nie Huaisang cock his head. “If enough of an omega’s venom can get into their mate over time, a bond can be formed.” 

Nie Huaisang’s lost expression was rather priceless. 

“Maybe this will help,” Wei Wuxian thought. “I have a jar of wine, but I dilute it with water to make five jars of wine. If I drink all five jars, I’ll still have only consumed alcohol to the amount of one jar. Right?” 

“Right.” 

“So outside of a heat, an omega’s venom is like that diluted wine. So, if enough of that venom enters someone's blood stream in a short period of time it builds up enough to form a bond.” 

“You healed Lan Wangji’s leg!” Nei Huaisang gasped with all the enthusiasm of a child who just figured out something new. Wei Wuxian guessed that was another piece of information Jiang Yanli let drop. “So you two were bonded, but had no idea all those years!” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. His hand gently rubbed Wei Wuxian’s back. 

“Oh,” Nie Huaisang breathed. “Oh, this is good! My readers are going to eat this up!”

“Wen Qing has more specifics if you’d like them,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

"But what about your heats?" Nie Huaisang paused. 

"Wen Qing has theories," Wei Wuxian sighed. "Everything from the idea I was some how siphoning off Lan Zhan's ruts to just being angry I didn't have my mate. I'm sure she can explain them in more detail if you see her." 

“I will!” Nie Huaisang hurried to his feet. “This is going to be fantastic! Just you wait.” 

But before he could run off, Lan Wangji spoke. 

“A copy.” 

Nie Huaisang froze, slowly turning back to them with a sheepish grin. 

“I want a copy.” Lan Wangji repeated. 

“Of course!” Nie Huaisang scrambled for the folds of his robes. Taking a bit longer than was probably necessary, the omega finally produced a volume. “Here, my compliments to the happy couple! ” 

“Let’s hope we remain happy after reading this,” Wei Wuxian snorted as he leaned forward to take it. 

“I will be submitting corrections,” Lan Wangji spoke again. Wei Wuxian watched Nie Huaisang freeze again. 

“Corrections?” He squeaked. 

“To make sure it is accurate,” Lan Wangji’s gaze was as steady as the sun. Nie Huaisang seemed torn between shriveling up like a dead plant, or blossoming in defense of his work. 

“I mean, certainly we can talk about them but there is a certain integrity to be maintained.” Nie Huaisang meekly decided to protest. “I mean, I don’t want this to be as dry as a boring old history!” 

“Oh god,” Wei Wuxian blanched. “You put sex scenes in it, didn’t you?” 

“I-” Nie Huaisang’s eyes widened as they flickered to Lan Wangji. “Just let me know about those corrections!” He scurried to his feet and ran off. 

“You scared him,” Wei Wuxian pouted up at Lan Wangji. 

“Good,” Lan Wangji replied as his hands reached out to take the volume. Wei Wuxian turned his attention to it for the first time. 

“ The Faithful Demon of Yiling ,” Wei Wuxian snorted at the title. “Stupid name,” He huffed as he nuzzled himself further into Lan Wangji’s side. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?” He prodded when Lan Wangji made no effort to do so. 

“You want to read it?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian replied. “I want you to read it to me.” He grinned. He heard a fond huff sound from Lan Wangji. 

“Get settled,” Lan Wangji hummed. Wei Wuxian grinned, sprawling back out so his head was on one of Lan Wangji’s thighs. A hand wound its way into Wei Wuxian’s hair, the other opening the book. 

“Based on true events.” 

“We’ll see about that,” Wei Wuxian snorted back. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“What?” 

“I cannot read if you interrupt me.” 

“It’s true though,” Wei Wuxian pouted. He heard another fond huff as a page turned. The hand in Wei Wuxian’s hair gently started to massage his scalp. His low musical voice starting. 

“Duty, the word felt like it was making the medallion around Wei Wuxian’s neck was carrying the weight of the world.”