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You know what I loved so much about 2HA’s plot? [!!!!beware SPOILERS for the whole book!!!!]
That Meatbun made parallels to the original timeline. Some things will not change, they may be different but the outcome is the same.
Xue Zhengyong and Madam Wang will always die.
Nangong Si will always die, leaving Ye Wangxi alone.
The Rufeng Sect will always burn down.
Xue Meng will always be the one left behind with only the twins to his side.
BUT!!! What mattes is that the events ARE different!
Xue Zhegyong dies due to an injury while protecting his sect. Madam Wang sacrifice herself to protect her child. They are not murdered in cold blood, they are martyrs protecting what’s most important.
Nangong Si sacrifices himself for everyone’s sake instead of falling vitimg to the sect’s leadership curse and because of that Ye Wangxi will, eventually, heal and move on.
The Rufeng Sect burns, but not due to Mo Ran’s lust for power, but because its internal power struggles. And this time it reveals how corrupted and dirty it was, becoming the catalyst for the change needed to balance the difference between the upper and lower cultivation world.
Xue Meng is stil an orphan, but he becomes sect leader and his cousin and shizun are alive and they occasionally meet. And he gets his own disciple, finally being able to move on, and grow up, continuing Xue Zhengyong’s legacy.
And all because Mo Ran wasn’t cursed, because Chu Wanning loved him enough to tear space and time and split his soul to save him.
Some terrible events still happens, but instead of being only a tragedy, good things are born of it.
I got to the bit in chapter 183 where they are in the village and Ling’er is checking Mo Ran out as he’s handing out the food and by that I mean she’s ogling him like no tomorrow going “I know he doesn’t want me and I can’t have him and that’s fine but looking is no crime” and I (a) love her and (b) love Meatbun for the fact that her female characters even if minor aren’t uniformly evil harpies out to wreck our protags somehow like in some danmei I’ve come across where I end up wondering if this person writes danmei because they just dislike women.
(Also, this made me think how well Meatbun gets that everyone is the hero of their own narrative and their world doesn’t revolve around the protagonists. Even as minor a character as Ling’er is has her own life and her own goals and you get the sense of it from her few scenes that the presence of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning are all entertaining and exotic but very short interludes in her very long life, minor episodes with some fun color but no more.)
I love it when women get to keep their dignity in situations like this. She made her move, she was rejected, and she simply... moved on with her life. Yes, fucking him would have been nice, but it's not the be-all and end-all. She spent one evening drunk and miserable, and was over him the next day.
Yes!! Also this is so real life - nobody derails their whole life because they failed to get some strange once. Thank God.
Also not related but I did not realize how fixated Meatbun is on Mo Ran’s dimples - now she’s describing his “playful dimples” that are like “deep lakes filled with sweetness.” I never knew people could have a thing this big for dimples before 🤪🤪🤪
Aww, yes! She loves his dimples and constantly brings up how cute they are even when he’s in full Taxian-jun mode! It’s such a weird dissonance; here is this supervillain killing and torturing at whim, but he’s very adorable while he’s doing it 🤣🤣
“‘Shizun, Shizun,’ he murmured between choked sobs. Over and over, he repeated those words he had spoken the day he first met Chu Wanning: ‘Won’t you pay attention to me… Please pay attention to me…’
But although the scenery remained the same, the people were no more. Mo Ran stood before the Heaven-Piercing Tower, alone. No one would pay attention to him anymore. No one would ever meet him here again. “
Are there any fics which explore TXJ's first appearance post canon? I've read Catharsis by jitterati and loved it. But I want to read more!! Drop your suggestions in the reply section.
“No matter which lifetime, Chu Wanning’s scent always seemed to calm him down; in the past life, whenever he returned from a bloodbath, he always had to bury his face into the crook of Shizun’s neck just to breathe again.”
I don't have time at the moment to write a fic but I do want to explore Taxian-jun's reaction upon waking up for the first time in 2.0's body after everything. Like what was going in his mind?
He must've been in disbelief for the first few moments because how come Wanning is in his arms and sleeping peacefully and not trying to run away?? Is this some trick of hell to torture him?
Then when he does realize eventually that it's all real then the battle begins. How should he proceed now? Because surely Chu Wanning prefers Mo Zhongshi and not him? Should be keep up with the act that he's 2.0? Should he tell Wanning as soon as he's awake so he can get that out in the open?? But how could he handle seeing the disappointment in Wanning's eyes upon seeing Taxian-jun instead of his beloved Mo Zhongshi???
The potential is immense but I don't have time or energy to explore it 😭😭😭
eve, hi! your 2ha-qws au is so so good! mo ran's regret and his thoughts of the underworld ("Maybe then he’d reach the underworld mostly intact, and he wouldn’t scare Chu Wanning too much when he saw him." my heart) are amazing. cwn's not even there and you can really feel based on mr's thoughts how much he sacrificed for mr. it's heartbreaking. i'm really happy you did a little fic with your idea. if you ever do more, i'll just have to sit and wait excitedly!
Hi, Lu! I’m glad you liked my qws-au! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟI’m testing it out, since I’m writing something larger, but I couldn’t resist to writing it. Like, the busier I am in rl, the more inspiration I get OvO It has come to the point it has a more complete outline and a title (which means, unfortunately for my schedule, that I’m going to write this, albeit slower and in shorter segments).
I have named it “Yearning unwittingly breaks the willow branch” (无令长相思，折断杨柳枝), the phrase the fox demon tells Mo Ran when he hands him the box with Jiangui. Let’s leave it at yearning willow for short 😂
Willow branches in Chinese poetry, particularly broken ones, means “regretful parting”. It basically comes to “to yearn for the wrong person will lead to bitter partings”, which is 2ha and this fic summed up in 10 neat characters XD
I have a second chapter written, which I’ll probably post here this weekend, and it has enough length now (for my own standards) to be posted to ao3, which I’ll do this weekend as well.
I can’t stress enough how thankful I am for the interest you and other readers have taken into this fic! It’s really encouraging to find people that like what you write, so you have my eternal gratitude °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
As thanks, I offer you a ficlet. I hope you like it!
Yearning willow masterpost here 🍃
Mo Ran 2.0 (1)
“Who are you?”
“What do you mean, Wanning?” Mo Ran laughed, though his voice was constricted under the weight of his husband.
If anyone entered Honglian House now, they’d be taken aback by the sight. Or rather, they’d start preparing for the funeral of the marquis’ husband.
Mo Ran was lying on his back on the bed, his arms pinned tightly at his sides by Chu Wanning’s legs. Said man was striding his abdomen, a hand clutching a handful of Mo Ran’s hair, and the other one pressing a sharp dagger in his neck.
But Chu Wanning didn’t care, because this man wasn’t his husband.
“You’re not Mo Ran,” he said in a cold, sharp voice. “Who are you? A Northern spy? Or an Eastern assassin? What have you done with him?”
The man was wearing his husband’s face alright. He pulled tentatively at his hair, but it was rooted firmly in the scalp—the hair was real then. He examined his neck meticulously, but found no marks of a mask, nor trace of make-up.
However, Chu Wanning had read about the magic some Northern tribes practiced, of the many tricks Eastern kingdoms knew of espionage. He didn’t need to know what had been used exactly, because something was terribly amiss.
Instead of an answer, he stared at him with those dark eyes, with an almost purplish quality to them. So similar to Mo Ran’s, and yet, not his.
Mo Ran never looked at him with such tenderness.
He’d have never stood still under Chu Wanning like he was now. The real him would have thrown him down by now—gods knew Mo Ran had that strength—maybe even slapping or punching him, and he’d order Chu Wanning to kneel in the shrine to repent for his disrespect towards his husband. All of those would have been more agreeable behaviour, because it would be ordinary.
“Why do you think I’m not him?”
Chu Wanning sneered.
“You didn’t do your investigation very well,” he said, pressing the dagger more firmly against his neck and extracting a drop of blood. “Mo Ran doesn’t come to Honglian House on his own accord.”
The rest of it was too embarrassing to tell to an outsider, and much more to one that didn’t know the actual state of the relationship between them. He cooks sometimes, Chu Wanning thought, but never makes a portion for me. He would have never called a doctor to attend to me, nor would have him come to my bedside to see me.
If it was in his fancy, he’d have just taken Chu Wanning, doctor’s orders and his own agreement be damned.
Quick as lightning, Chu Wanning pressed down with his thighs when he felt him trying to extract a hand.
“Don’t move!” He snarled.
His legs trembled with the effort, and his knees protested under him, despite being supported by the soft mattress.
“Okay, okay,” the impostor acquiesced, relaxing under him. “See? I’m not moving. Don’t overexert yourself, you’re still recovering, okay?”
There was worry in his voice, Chu Wanning realised, his hand twitching where he was grasping his hair.
“What have you done with Mo Ran?” He asked again after a moment, trying to recover his senses.
If he spent a moment longer with this impostor that had Mo Ran’s face and voice, he’d go mad.
The impostor merely looked at him with a helpless gaze.
“I’m really not some impostor,” he said. Before Chu Wanning could say anything, he continued, “let’s see, what can I tell you to make you believe me?” He was deep in thought for a second. “Ah! You have a blade scar in your chest, just above your heart!”
Chu Wanning pondered on that, but shook his head almost immediately.
“You could have seen that when I was unconscious.”
Unnerving as it was, it seemed the impostor wasn’t in the slightest bit nervous, even though Chu Wanning hadn’t relaxed his hand on the dagger on his neck all this time. He merely looked at the canopy over them, as if he was being asked a question over tea.
“I remember…” he said, his voice much lower than before. “I remember that in our wedding night, we were like this, with Wanning on top of me.”
…
Like a cat bristled with water, Chu Wanning jumped backwards, jolting to the corner of the bed. The dagger fell on the floor resoundingly, and Mo Ran sat on the bed, smoothing out his rumpled clothes, with a boyish smile with dimples. The smile felt apologetic, and somewhat guilty, but Chu Wanning was too flustered to process that.
He…
He had to be Mo Ran. Only Mo Ran knew.
For all he had been a scoundrel since they married, he didn’t talk about the matters of the bedroom. Not to him, not to anyone.
Besides, in the months after their marriage, he had let many people believe he had gone directly to Mu Yanli’s room straight after the banquet, instead of coming to Chu Wanning’s first and then leaving for hers.
The night of his wedding. It was an unpleasant memory, and he pushed it far to the back of his mind.
He smoothed his own clothes as well, but kept himself in the far corner of the bed. For now, he should focus on what he could manage.
“You let me put a knife to your neck,” he said, incredulity swarming his features and his voice.
For much less he had been ordered to kneel in the shrine. However, the present Mo Ran didn’t show any indications of wanting to punish him. The young man picked up the dagger from the floor and put it on the low table in front of them.
The tray with food Mo Ran had brought was on top of the table. The food was still warm, still steaming—Chu Wanning’s attack had taken a short time. Mo Ran picked up the bowl of congee with minced sea bass and green onions and a spoon, and sat back on the edge of the bed, offering a spoonful to him with a bright smile.
“I know my Wanning would never hurt me.”
***
Honglian (红莲) means “red lotus”. It was the name of Chu Wanning’s pavillion in the novel.
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