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    The thing they didn't tell Lan Zhan about becoming immortal, is that that many centuries alive showed you what was really important. Sometimes it was the small moments, like the scratch of a record player needle just before it began play or the way a street musician's song could drift in through your open window. Sometimes the important things changed your entire view the world, like realizing the gender you were raised had never been the right one.
    When Lan Zhan came to New York City, the only thing on her mind had been attending a lecture and hearing Jazz 'from the source' as her expat American friends like to say. She never thought she'd stumble upon a familiar face in a bar. Or that she'd help them discover the same.

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    18 Nov 2025

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    I Spent Centuries to Finally Meet You by TriviasFolly

    “Keep the dress,” Lan Zhan hummed. “Use this,” She tore the check out of her book. “Or don’t. My offer will always be open, even if I’m no longer in Paris.”

    “Lan Zhan, I-”

    “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan cut off her protest. “You aren’t the first person I’ve helped, nor will you be the last. I know what it’s like to have to pretend. I was lucky enough to meet someone who was like us, who showed me there was another way to live. If it is in my power to help someone truly be themselves, I will. Even if you gamble the money, or spend it on instruments or clothes, I don’t mind. I’ll be happy to know it helped.”

    “I won’t use it.”

    “Then frame the check and put it on the wall,” Lan Zhan shrugged. “Rip it up once you leave, I don’t care. But,” She paused to make her point. “If you're denying yourself this because of how we were raised, I can only tell you what I believe. Which is that our ancestors will understand, I know my mother knew even back then. We’ve lived too long to be unhappy.”

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    Modern cultivator, Wei Wuxian, dies in a train crash and is sent back in time to the period of Ancient China he had been writing his thesis on - transmigrated into his own body as a child, dying on the streets of Yiling. He has no money, no family, but a knowledge of modern cultivation and of the historical events that are about to unfold.

    He recalls the recently-unearthed journal of a woman who was imprisoned in Cloud Recesses against her will, and decides that she’s a good place to start to find someone who might be willing to help him dismantle the corruption that had sent the Cultivation World into the Dark Ages so long ago.

    Of course, he had no idea that the person he sought would be the mother of Hanguang-Jun, the object of Wei Wuxian's fascination (“obsession,” his friend had corrected), since he had first learned of his existence in the ancient texts he'd studied.

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    10 Oct 2025

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    (Re)making history to find you by KizuKatana
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    Modern cultivator, Wei Wuxian, dies in a train crash and is sent back in time to the period of Ancient China he had been writing his thesis on - transmigrated into his own body as a child, dying on the streets of Yiling. He has no money, no family, but a knowledge of modern cultivation and of the historical events that are about to unfold.

    He recalls the recently-unearthed journal of a woman who was imprisoned in Cloud Recesses against her will, and decides that she’s a good place to start to find someone who might be willing to help him dismantle the corruption that had sent the Cultivation World into the Dark Ages so long ago.

    Of course, he had no idea that the person he sought would be the mother of Hanguang-Jun, the object of Wei Wuxian's fascination (“obsession,” his friend had corrected), since he had first learned of his existence in the ancient texts he'd studied.