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[#121] Landslide (MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #121 - Brainstorming
Title: Landslide
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: When disaster strikes, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji come to help Qinghe Nie, but it doesn't look like there's much for them to do. They're surprised.
“We need a solid plan if we’re going to pull them out of this mess in one piece,” Wei Wuxian said, rubbing his nose as he studied the map.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji traced a finger from their location in Qinghe’s Unclean Realm, to the site of the landslide. Easily twenty li away.
“I don’t know, oh, I don’t know!” Nie Huaisang fretted, twisting the folding fan in his hands. He bit his lip, eyes bright with tears. “Oh, I wish Da-ge were here!”
“If Sect Leader Nie were here, you wouldn’t need our help, Nie-xiong,” Wei Wuxian pointed out. “Why don’t you arrange for some supplies? We’ll need someone to carry your brother, if he’s injured, and food. Medical supplies.”
“I don’t know anything about that,” Nie Huaisang wailed. But then he ran from the room wailing for help.
Wei Wuxian glanced at his husband. Lan Wangji’s eyebrows had drawn together in the faintest frown, the resulting ‘v’ barely discernible against that jade skin.
“Lan Zhan, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji met his gaze, his gold eyes blazing. “Trouble.”
Wei Wuxian nodded. “What was Nie Zongzhu doing in the path of a landslide anyway? Especially after his last qi deviation? He shouldn’t have been on a night hunt for ages, yet.”
“Stubborn.”
Wei Wuxian sighed gustily and rolled up the map, giving it to Lan Wangji to store for them. “Well. Come on, the sooner we save the day, the sooner we can go back to Cloud Recesses.”
“Mn!”
* * *
When the Nie contingent, with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, arrived at the sight of the landslide, Nie Huaisang promptly fainted. Nie Zonghui had been expecting as much and lifted his small cousin up into his arms, Nie Huaisang’s saber sheathing itself in the empty scabbard on Nie Zonghui’s back.
They stood there, surveying the damage from above, their swords holding steady despite the upsetting scene. Nie Huaisang’s antics would have been amusing if the entire side of the mountain hadn’t slid down in a rush of snapped trees and unstable soil.
The entire landscape was transformed. Tons of earth had shifted. What had been a valley was now merely an extended slope.
There was no sign of the small village that had reported the disturbance Nie Mingjue had been investigating. There was nothing. No landmarks, no river, no life.
“We need a plan,” Wei Wuxian announced.
He motioned to Nie Zonghui. “This is your territory. I trust you to know how to find a stable place to set up a camp. Lan Zhan and I will fly over that mess and look for clues.”
Nie Zonghui nodded. He was a slightly smaller, less chisled copy of Nie Mingjue. It was strange seeing him cradle Nie Huaisang to his chest but he seemed unperturbed. He turned away, delivering crisp orders, trusting them to their task.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, putting his hands around Wei Wuxian’s waist. “Hold tight.”
“So gallant, Lan-er-gege,” Wei Wuxian grinned, leaning against the taller man. “Go as slowly as you can, once we’re over the mess, Lan Zhan. We need clues.”
“Mn.”
They swooped down in a graceful arc, coming to a slow hover barely a foot above the surface of the churned earth. It smelled strongly of mud, rain, and something sour. Something rotten. But there was no resentful energy, no traces of a curse, nothing.
Pass after pass over the mess, a full li in length, revealed nothing. For hours they searched, until it began to get dark.
“Wei Ying.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Wei Wuxian stretched in Lan Wangji’s grip, his neck and spine cracking in several places. “We need to rest and look at that map again.”
Lan Wangji aimed Bichen for the glow of firelight through the trees on the far ridge. The Nies had an efficient camp set up, with a tent for Nie Huaisang and sturdy bedrolls for everyone else.
Nie Zonghui met them as they landed. “Anything?”
Wei Wuxian shook his head. “We didn’t sense anything. No qi, no resentful energy, nothing. No signs of life, either.”
The Nie frowned, turning to glance at Nie Huaisang’s tent. “He’s going to be distraught. Come eat. We made a bland and a spicy version of our stew.” He led the way into the camp, pointing out the amenities.
Wei Wuxian was relieved to see a second, smaller tent beside Nie Huaisang’s. It was absolutely festooned in silencing talismans. Nie Zonghui didn’t so much as blush when Wei Wuxian smirked at him.
They ate around the fire with Nie Zonghui, working on a tentative plan. When the food was finished, they got the map out again and began trying to establish landmarks.
Darkness came all too quickly and they found themselves bundled off to their tent as soon as Wei Wuxian began to yawn.
A few hours later, the entire camp was disturbed as lightning blasted so close to their position that the talismans on the tents turned crisp. Disciples spilled from their bedrolls, hair frizzing from braids and sabers baying for blood.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji emerged, racing to the site of the landslide where the lightning continued to pound the earth.
The noise was incredible, Wei Wuxian’s very bones were vibrating from his skin as he watched bolt after bolt of searing violet light slam down from the heavens to tear a hole in the soil.
One minute, two, three. Then silence fell, the violent cacophony coming to a sudden stop as the clouds dispersed and the moon shown down into the hole that had been burned into the landslide’s spill.
Nie Zonghui leapt on to his saber and flew over the spot, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s shouted warning. Before Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian could follow, the big man was rising from the smoking crater.
With him was the limp and blood-covered shape of Nie Mingjue.
Following after, on faithful Sandu, was Jiang Cheng, covered head to toe in mud and filth.
Title: Landslide
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: When disaster strikes, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji come to help Qinghe Nie, but it doesn't look like there's much for them to do. They're surprised.
“We need a solid plan if we’re going to pull them out of this mess in one piece,” Wei Wuxian said, rubbing his nose as he studied the map.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji traced a finger from their location in Qinghe’s Unclean Realm, to the site of the landslide. Easily twenty li away.
“I don’t know, oh, I don’t know!” Nie Huaisang fretted, twisting the folding fan in his hands. He bit his lip, eyes bright with tears. “Oh, I wish Da-ge were here!”
“If Sect Leader Nie were here, you wouldn’t need our help, Nie-xiong,” Wei Wuxian pointed out. “Why don’t you arrange for some supplies? We’ll need someone to carry your brother, if he’s injured, and food. Medical supplies.”
“I don’t know anything about that,” Nie Huaisang wailed. But then he ran from the room wailing for help.
Wei Wuxian glanced at his husband. Lan Wangji’s eyebrows had drawn together in the faintest frown, the resulting ‘v’ barely discernible against that jade skin.
“Lan Zhan, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji met his gaze, his gold eyes blazing. “Trouble.”
Wei Wuxian nodded. “What was Nie Zongzhu doing in the path of a landslide anyway? Especially after his last qi deviation? He shouldn’t have been on a night hunt for ages, yet.”
“Stubborn.”
Wei Wuxian sighed gustily and rolled up the map, giving it to Lan Wangji to store for them. “Well. Come on, the sooner we save the day, the sooner we can go back to Cloud Recesses.”
“Mn!”
When the Nie contingent, with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, arrived at the sight of the landslide, Nie Huaisang promptly fainted. Nie Zonghui had been expecting as much and lifted his small cousin up into his arms, Nie Huaisang’s saber sheathing itself in the empty scabbard on Nie Zonghui’s back.
They stood there, surveying the damage from above, their swords holding steady despite the upsetting scene. Nie Huaisang’s antics would have been amusing if the entire side of the mountain hadn’t slid down in a rush of snapped trees and unstable soil.
The entire landscape was transformed. Tons of earth had shifted. What had been a valley was now merely an extended slope.
There was no sign of the small village that had reported the disturbance Nie Mingjue had been investigating. There was nothing. No landmarks, no river, no life.
“We need a plan,” Wei Wuxian announced.
He motioned to Nie Zonghui. “This is your territory. I trust you to know how to find a stable place to set up a camp. Lan Zhan and I will fly over that mess and look for clues.”
Nie Zonghui nodded. He was a slightly smaller, less chisled copy of Nie Mingjue. It was strange seeing him cradle Nie Huaisang to his chest but he seemed unperturbed. He turned away, delivering crisp orders, trusting them to their task.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, putting his hands around Wei Wuxian’s waist. “Hold tight.”
“So gallant, Lan-er-gege,” Wei Wuxian grinned, leaning against the taller man. “Go as slowly as you can, once we’re over the mess, Lan Zhan. We need clues.”
“Mn.”
They swooped down in a graceful arc, coming to a slow hover barely a foot above the surface of the churned earth. It smelled strongly of mud, rain, and something sour. Something rotten. But there was no resentful energy, no traces of a curse, nothing.
Pass after pass over the mess, a full li in length, revealed nothing. For hours they searched, until it began to get dark.
“Wei Ying.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Wei Wuxian stretched in Lan Wangji’s grip, his neck and spine cracking in several places. “We need to rest and look at that map again.”
Lan Wangji aimed Bichen for the glow of firelight through the trees on the far ridge. The Nies had an efficient camp set up, with a tent for Nie Huaisang and sturdy bedrolls for everyone else.
Nie Zonghui met them as they landed. “Anything?”
Wei Wuxian shook his head. “We didn’t sense anything. No qi, no resentful energy, nothing. No signs of life, either.”
The Nie frowned, turning to glance at Nie Huaisang’s tent. “He’s going to be distraught. Come eat. We made a bland and a spicy version of our stew.” He led the way into the camp, pointing out the amenities.
Wei Wuxian was relieved to see a second, smaller tent beside Nie Huaisang’s. It was absolutely festooned in silencing talismans. Nie Zonghui didn’t so much as blush when Wei Wuxian smirked at him.
They ate around the fire with Nie Zonghui, working on a tentative plan. When the food was finished, they got the map out again and began trying to establish landmarks.
Darkness came all too quickly and they found themselves bundled off to their tent as soon as Wei Wuxian began to yawn.
A few hours later, the entire camp was disturbed as lightning blasted so close to their position that the talismans on the tents turned crisp. Disciples spilled from their bedrolls, hair frizzing from braids and sabers baying for blood.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji emerged, racing to the site of the landslide where the lightning continued to pound the earth.
The noise was incredible, Wei Wuxian’s very bones were vibrating from his skin as he watched bolt after bolt of searing violet light slam down from the heavens to tear a hole in the soil.
One minute, two, three. Then silence fell, the violent cacophony coming to a sudden stop as the clouds dispersed and the moon shown down into the hole that had been burned into the landslide’s spill.
Nie Zonghui leapt on to his saber and flew over the spot, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s shouted warning. Before Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian could follow, the big man was rising from the smoking crater.
With him was the limp and blood-covered shape of Nie Mingjue.
Following after, on faithful Sandu, was Jiang Cheng, covered head to toe in mud and filth.
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