Mo Dao Zu Shi Stories

Soulmate AU: Tell the Truth (Part 11)

HOW WOULD YOU ALL FEEL IF I WERE TO MOVE TO AO3?

TIME TO GO THROUGH THESE YEARS WITH WANGJI AND CREW

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YEAR 1

A year has passed. One whole year since the death of the Yiling Patriarch. The anniversary has sparked a spread of celebration all throughout the four great sects. The cultivation world was truly in their glory as they celebrated their previous achievement of defeating such an evil person while others continue to try and reach the Yiling Patriarch with soul summoning out of fear. Fear of his return. Fear of him being alive. Fear of just him in general. His body was never found. His soul is nowhere to be found. And the only things left behind were his tools, manuscripts, and his flute.

To normal citizens they were rather confused as to why anyone would want to summon him, but to those who have witnessed his true monster like nature, if they were to find his soul then they could disperse it completely. The goal was to just make him disappear completely with no chance of reincarnation.
They simply just wanted him to be gone for good.

Among the many trying to summon him, there was one who would attempt in order to just get the chance to see him once more.

Wangji by now would sit in his room with his Guqin resting before him, and his robe hanging over his shoulders. He was still in seclusion and was still healing from his previous wounds. While he could sit there and play his instrument with no issues, he could not step out on his two feet without stumbling forward. He could not raise his sword, nor could he attempt to night hunt or teach. Due to his limitations, A-Yuan would take classes and learn more of the Lan Clan under the teachings of his uncle. He was honestly a bit concerned as he did not want the child to lose that playful like nature. He was curious, humorous, and was even loved to run around for fun. He would sit in his lap after lessons and would listen to him perform music. He would be curious and would reach to touch the strings. Wangji would stare at him with a small smile as he watches him struggle to pluck a single one. When he does his eyes light up like stars as he grows to be very proud of himself. Wangji would smile at him and continue to demonstrate every single bit of musical composure he knew by heart.

However, there was one song he never played. He did not want others to hear it. A song he created for himself and for his mate. A song that truly spoke for them both. While he had composed the song, he had based it off their love for the other. He had started it during their time in the Xuanwu Cave, but never finished it til later on. He wanted to play it for him, but never received the chance. He sighs lightly as he plays and holds back more of his tears. His hands trembled causing his music to sound as shaky as him. A-Yuan looks up to him and notices the single tear that was beginning to fall. He stands on his lap and reaches up to wipe the tear.

"Don't cry...." he says with a frown.

Wangji stares at him and feels even smaller within himself. He never had cried this much and had never been consoled by anyone before. His brother tries, but even he had trouble in doing so. To be consoled by a little boy was such a sight. You'd hear of mothers being cared for by their children, but rarely would you hear of a child comforting their fathers. As a man in such times you needed to be strong. Cold. Tough and fierce at times. Yet in this moment, his barriers that were created to keep him emotionless tumbled. He lifts his arms to hug the little boy who smiled at him. He took in heavy breaths as he sobbed in silence. A-Yuan wasn't sure if he did something wrong, but he didn't want to see his father cry. He reaches up and continues to pat his head in comfort repeating the same words.

"Don't cry. It's okay....."

Watching through a crack of the door was his uncle who came to retrieve the boy, but instead dared not to interfere with them. His own heart and mind has been fury of emotions throughout the year. He honestly was very ashamed of his disciple for his actions at nightless city, and after the siege. But as it was stated to him, there are no rules in following ones fate. And fate tied him and chaos together. What did he see in Wei Wuxian? That young man was chaotic all around even before he took other dark path. He was loud, obnoxious, and careless. He was selfish and dimwitted in the eyes of his peers, but Wangji saw more than anyone did. It's the only reason as to how he could be like this.