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demonicfarmer69 · 11 months
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Q: sect leader jiang, do you ever visit the maternal side of your family in meishan? 
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🍇: popo will never let me hear the end of it if i dont visit at least once a month
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partycatty · 2 months
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dark star johnny hatefucking his gf/bf over the balcony in his mansion, and acting like he’s gonna drop them off of the balcony if they misbehave in any way
this one has been SIMMERINGGGG in my inbox ive been too excited to write it LOLOL, also i changed this prompt just a smidge
dark star!johnny cage > fall for me
warnings: SMUT AS FUCK, UR LIFE IS BEING THREATENED BUT UR INTO IT LOL, again ds!jc is just literally insane !! also exhibitionism !! and also cnc !! jesus this man needs hella warnings!
notes: IM SORRY U GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG YOU ALL HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT SO IM REWARDING YOU
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6*
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• dark star!johnny has a short temper, one he enjoys putting out on you. oftentimes, you didn't actually do anything, he's just mad at the idea of you going against him and that's typically enough to rile him up alone.
• this time around, you were a whopping ten minutes behind getting ready for one of his A-List parties. something about your makeup just didn't feel right no matter how many times you applied your eyeshadow or concealer, so adjustment after adjustment left johnny tapping his foot outside of the bedroom door.
• "baby~," he'd sing-song shout from the crack of the door. "this party is a big networking deal for me, and you're already fucking it up~!"
• "i didn't fuck anything up," you reply from the vanity seat, trying to focus on your lip liner. "we'll be on time, you baby."
• "don't you talk back to me!" he slams his palm again the wood, making you jump and, yet again, smear your liner. your lower your head to the vanity, bumping your forehead against the surface with a sigh.
• he eventually unlocks the bedroom door using his master key and ushers you out of the door with the temper of a toddler. his hand grabs your upper arm as you're placed into his luxury car and he drives off with a huff.
• johnny refuses to speak to you the entire time you're at the party, mostly ignoring you to bump shoulders with directors and writers. he wouldn't ever publically admit it, but roles were running dry as his agent turned up with no jobs, so he brought it up to himself to make some damn money.
• will probably call you the "ball and chain" or "the missus" in a super objectifying way as he gestures at you, trying to make the older higher-ups laugh. you had enough of it.
• deciding no longer to be his personal punchline, you wander away from the bustling, hot celebrity room and find a balcony. you were always the one to prefer fresh, open air and city skylines while johnny would rather be the one in the midst of the aforementioned city. you took advantage of this independence and leaned over the glass, savoring in the way the wind cools your damp skin.
• you only get to enjoy a few minutes in the quiet bliss before you hear the door slide open. at first, you expect it to be another partygoer hoping to squeeze in a quick smoke break, but you're horribly disappointed to be ripped from your tranquility by none other that your boyfriend.
• johnny stands at the door, fists clenched and jacket swirling in the wind. his eyes look dark, his brows furrowed.
• "where'd you go?" he asks, crossing his arms.
• you look at him like he's stupid (because he is). "the balcony?" you reply. johnny shakes his head.
• "that's not what i meant."
• "well, i left your side because i was tired of being shit on for an hour straight."
• "nobody's shitting on anyone!" johnny throws his arms in the air at your admittance, like he had no idea how cruel he was being. "they're just jokes! you're being dramatic. i thought you loved attention."
• "johnny-" you pinch your nose. "i have literally never said that."
• "but you show it! through your actions!"
• "oh my god, you're delusional," you turn away from him with a groan, trying to ignore the whiny bastard behind you. that proves a hard task when you hear his boots step up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.
• "you know i want you here," he mumbles into your skin, rocking you gently. you turn your face away from him, not falling for his charm.
• "you don't show it," you mutter in response, trying to take a step away from him but his grasp only strengthens.
• "i could," he hums, pressing his front to your backside. "or i could punish you for making us late."
• you swivel your head, craning your neck to glare at him. "seriously? now?" he breathes into your neck, agreeing breathlessly. "no, johnny. not here. people will see."
• "isn't that the fun part?" he grunts, grinding his hips into your ass. "don't be boring. you've been boring all night."
• his hands hike up your skirt hungrily, exposing your nearly-naked ass to the cold air. you shiver and yelp out, which only makes you jump back against him even harder. he shudders at the contact.
• "come on," he whispers, hands snaking up to squeeze your chest. "don't make me be mean. you know i don't like being mean to you." his fingers find your hardened nipples, massaging them with pinched fingers.
• attempting to crane your neck to ensure the balcony's doors are locked, johnny notices your diverted attention and holds your jaw, angling it out toward the city.
• "you see that?" he breathes, now fully grinding against you. "that's my city, baby. i'm the king of hollywood, isn't that right?"
• "i guess," you reply, gasping at his erection sliding against you.
• SMACK! johnny didn't like that answer. you lurch forward from the hard slap to your ass.
• "say it," he growls, biting your neck. "or i'm gonna make you."
• "you're the king of hollywood," your voice is comically flat, exhausted from always having to gas him up for the dumbest things. johnny picks up on your unenthusiastic tone and spins you around by your hips, sitting you on the balcony ledge. his lips latch onto your throat, sucking and biting hungrily.
• his fingers danced on your panties, sliding them aside. as much as you wanted to be annoyed with him, he is so unimaginably fine. and you're the type of person that likes to be manhandled. both traits he ate up.
• before you could say anything more, johnny's fingers dove into your mouth, collecting a good amount of your saliva before using it on your pussy, shoving two fingers inside making you cry out in surprise.
• "not here, right?" he breathes, savoring the way your breathing gets heavier and your skin warms from his touch. "then we'd better be quick. and quiet." his fingers scissor inside of you, making you moan with a hand shut over your lips.
• johnny was impatient, not finding any joy in fingering you, so he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear before whipping his dick out, holding his shirt up by his teeth. he lined himself up, eyes focused on your bodies merging rather than your expressions.
• didn't matter how many times you get it on, you will never be fully ready for how long his dick is. while not the thickest, it just feels seemingly endless as it's embracing your walls.
• he spins you around again, throwing your front over the balcony ledge and holding you by your hips. surely, if he were to let go, you'd fall. and it wasn't a short drop.
• "fuck," he hissed as his tip met your entrance. "i control you, isn't that right?"
• a distant "mhm" slips from your lips as johnny shoves himself inside again with a slapping thrust. his gasp slides into whimper territory as he bottoms out.
• "fuck yeah i do," he growls, now going at an unholy pace. he hated the progression of sex - it was either all or nothing. "could drop you right now."
• you're pulled from your lust when you look down, noticing the rocky way down to a small river. damn these celebrities and their hillside mansions. you swallow thickly, hoping he was joking.
• "please don't," you beg in a whisper, interrupted by gasps with each thrust. "please don't let go."
• johnny could only laugh loudly at your plea, bruising your hips with his grip as he ruthlessly pounded. he was sticking true to his word about being quick, because his breakneck pace was making your cunt flutter.
• "nobody would even notice," he moans, his shirt dropping from his teeth and falling back down his front. "i'm the star."
• "you're the star," you parrot in a sick mix of lust and fear. "you're my everything."
• "i could fucking throw you off for making us late. could drop you — haah — you like it when i play god, don't you? you wanna fall for me, baby?"
• his brows knit and eyes screw shut as he finds his release inside of you. you try hard to not laugh at the fact that his own dirty talking is making him close. his grip loosens as he concentrates, and you fearfully try to hold yourself against the balcony so you don't topple forward.
• "joh— john—" you worriedly look down again, your stomach flipping as it nears an orgasm - and potential death. "johnny, please—"
• "hmm?" johnny tilts his head, a cocky smirk on his lips and exposing his beautiful pearly white teeth.
• your brain feels torn in half. you want to beg him to hold on, but you also want to cum so badly. unable to decide on an outcome, your voice sputters out pathetic begs, not entirely coherent as your mind grows foggy with an overwhelming amount of emotion.
• thankfully, your body decides for you. your knees buckle inward and his hold on you tightens. you cry out, cumming around his dick as your voice echoes through the hills. you swear a flock of birds takes off from how loudly you orgasm.
• "haah — don't fucking fall—" johnny's hands pull you impossibly closer. "not when i'm clo— ngh —"
• you find no peace after finishing, just johnny's hips slamming into your ass as his pants grow uneven. it's not long before he spills inside of you, holding you there as you're filled up.
• johnny's the first one to pull away, pulling out and making you whimper from the emptiness. you turn around to face him, your ass still bare, red, and spilling with semen. his phone's in his hand when he snaps a couple photos of this puppy eyed look.
• "you look so pathetic," he laughs, the flash of his camera making you shield your eyes. "i bet hollywood heard those moans. all thanks to me."
• you pull up your own panties and johnny visibly twitches seeing a droplet of his cum seep through. shockingly, he places a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.
• "and you're welcome for not dropping you," he winks with a toothy grin, thinking it was some kind of joke. a deep, dark part of you knew he probably genuinely considered dropping you. you were just lucky you were only ten minutes late, who knows what he'd do if you were an hour late.
• as you're pondering your life and near-death experience, johnny returns to the party, waiting for you at the door. it would be best if you stuck by him for the rest of the party.
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Anything You Want | Steve Harrington
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Mr. Harrington's Secretary AU | 18+ No Minors
Summary: Steve stops by when his father isn't in the office asking for your help with the copier.
TW: FemReader. BJ, Fingering, Tiddy Fucking, P In V Cream Pie. Dirty Talk.
WC: 3909
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“Your father isn’t here, Steven.”
His name has you looking up from the thick file spread across your desk. Steve Harrington is standing across the room, his tall body leaning forward, one hand on the older woman’s desk, the other behind his back, holding a small paper bag.
“Well, aren’t you looking nice today, Lorna,” his words drip with sugar. The gray-haired office manager peers over her glasses at him, her ordinarily sour face softening faster than a ripe avocado. 
He’s been finding excuses to visit you at work since the first time he found you standing alone at one of the events the company threw semi-regularly. A bunch of rich men congratulating each other on being masters of the universe, dragging along their trophy wives and other accouterments. In John Harrington’s case, that included his charming, handsome son, who would follow in his footsteps, and the hot young secretary that everyone assumed he was chasing around the desk. What the other men telling bad jokes and drinking top shelf scotch didn’t know is that the son wanted nothing to do with his father’s business and the secretary wasn’t putting out. 
“Is that a new blouse?” He asks, brushing a little of that golden-brown hair off his forehead, giving her every ounce of his attention.
“It is. I got from the JC Penny last weekend,” she giggles like a woman half her age as he leans closer, giving her that winning Harrington smile.
“I thought so,” he winks, “My dad asked me to pick up a copy of the file he needs, and on my way here, I passed the bakery over on Main, so I stopped in and got your favorite.” He pulls the paper bag out from behind his back and sets it on the desk in front of Lorna. 
Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms an O as she pinches the top of the bag and slides it closer, “Thank you, Steven. That was so thoughtful.”
“My pleasure,” he says, rapping his knuckles on her desk twice before straightening and turning towards you, “Do you have that file ready?”
“Which file was that?” you ask, trying to hide your amused smile.
“I think you know,” his tongue darts out, wetting his plush lips as he casually strolls over to your desk.
“Hmmm,” you tap your index finger against your mouth, “Yes, I think I know which one. I still need to make a copy.”
“I can do it,” Lorna calls from her desk, the paper bag crinkling as she pulls out a fluffy cupcake piled high with chocolate frosting. 
“You just enjoy that. I’ll give her a hand,” Steve calls over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off you. 
Shuffling some papers, you pull a green file folder from the bottom of the stack and hug it to your chest as you push away from your desk, “Thank you, Steven. That would be very helpful.”
His lips twist with a smirk as he follows you down the hall to the copy room, watching your hips sway in the tight skirt that hugs your ass just right.
The overhead fluorescents pop and hum when you flip the switch and step inside the small room with Steve coming in after you, reaching back to twist the lock on the door handle without even looking. 
“Where’s my cupcake?” You ask, batting your lashes and tossing the file on top of one of the two copiers that fill the space.
“Your mouth is going to be too busy for cupcakes,” his hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you close as his lips seal over yours. He wastes no time. His tongue pushes inside, stealing your breath. His muscles tense under your fingers as you move your hands up and down his polo-covered chest and moan into the kiss. 
“We have to be quiet, honey,” his kisses slow to soft pecks, “Can’t have Lorna figuring out your cumming on company time.”
“Oh, is that what’s happening?”
With his thumb and forefinger holding your chin, he ghosts his lips over yours, “Turn around and put your hands on the copier.”
Taking a moment to consider, you look up at him from under your lashes while letting your hand run down from the center of his chest to the hard bulge in his pants. The corner of your mouth rises when you feel him twitching in his jeans. With a shiver, you let him go and turn around. Exaggerating your movements, you place both hands on the glass plate arching your back and widening your stance as you lean forward. He drops down behind you, wrapping his hands around the front of your knees, drawing circles on the back with his thumbs. 
“That tickles,” you giggle, squirming in his hold. 
“Shhh,” he reminds you, lips placing an open-mouthed kiss on your calf. The slight roughness of his palms leaves your smooth skin tingling as his hands start their torturously slow slide up your legs, the tip of his nose dragging behind his thumb just before the wet press of his lips and tongue. He’s careful to leave no gaps, mouth a damp trail up the back of your thigh. The material of your skirt bunches against his wrists, rising with his hands. His thumbs tease the hem of your high-cut lace panties as your skirt is pushed higher until it’s rucked up around your hips. He nips the curve between your ass and thigh and soothes it with his tongue before brushing his nose over your center, breathing you in. Slick soaks your panties as you anticipate him pulling them to the side and licking into you, but those big hands stay gripping your hips, and his mouth moves along your pantyline, sucking at the flesh of your ass.
“Steve.”
“What is it, honey?” His question is followed by the pinch of his teeth. 
“I need you,” you complain, reaching back, running your fingers through his hair, giving it a tug when he pays you no heed. 
“So impatient,” he scolds, rising to his full height, holding you around the middle, sweetly kissing your temple, “Be good for just a little longer. I need a picture of my pretty girl for my wallet.”
“A picture? Wha-“
He spins you around quickly and cuts you off with his hungry lips, his hands slide down your waist until they wrap around the back of your thighs, and he lifts you onto the copier. A squeak of protest passes from your mouth to his when your hot skin comes in contact with the cool glass, and you rock from side to side, but he doesn’t relent. Holding you in place with a hand on your neck, his tongue tangles with yours, keeping you focused on his kiss as his other hand starts the copier whirring. A light flashes under you, moving from left to right, followed by the whoosh and click of papers printed with a black and white copy of the globes of your ass barely covered by your underwear. 
“That’s what you wanted?” you giggle against his lips.
“Uh-huh,” he smiles, ending the kiss by resting his forehead against yours, “but that’s not the only thing I want.” His hand smooths up your thigh until he can rub over the damp patch on your panties. His smirk returns when your mouth drops open, and you inhale sharply.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He moves his hand away from where you want it and uses the backs of his fingers to brush your heated cheek. 
“So soft,” his index finger trails from the collar of your silky shirt until he reaches the first button where it’s joined by the fingers from his other hand, “But not as soft as what’s underneath.” He leans forward, attaching his lips to your neck while he works them open. His mouth moves lower as he spreads open your shirt, kissing down the swell of your breast to the edge of the delicate lace. He pulls away to take in the sight of what he’s just uncovered.
“Beautiful,” the word floats breathy from his lips as he unhooks the metal clasp between your tits. Peeling back one side at a time, his eyes turn dreamy and heavy-lidded as he drinks you in. His hands move to cup your breasts, loving the way you fill them. The first touch of his lips against your pebbled nipple has the breath rushing from your lungs in a quiet whine. He sucks hard while swirling his tongue, a satisfied hum rumbling from his throat. 
“Oh, fuuu,” you bite down on your lip to keep from cursing. He smiles against you, taking his time before moving to your other side, sucking until you’re tipping your head back and arching into him. The copier creaks as you squirm, trying to relieve the growing ache.
“Please,” clutching at shoulders, pulling his head up so you can look into his eyes, “Please, Steve.”
His breath comes quickly through parted lips that hover an inch from yours. The inky black of his pupils crowds out the hazel. He reaches out to trace your kiss-stung bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, but you hold his large hand between both of yours and suck his thumb into your mouth. 
“How about a few more pictures? With my hands on you. Would you like that?” 
Whining in desperate confirmation, your hands join his on the copier to lift your hips and slide down your panties. They only make it to mid-thigh when you’re grabbing his hand and pressing it to your needy cunt. 
“Jesus,” his fingers part your wet lips to explore your slippery folds, “You’re dripping onto the glass.”
He curls back his other fingers, so just his index and middle circle your clit before sliding down to tease your entrance. Your grip on his wrist tightens as you whimper, rocking your hips, trying to get him inside you. 
“All this from a few kisses?”
Two thick fingers push inside you, replacing the ache with a stretch. He keeps going, curving his fingers to reach the spot that only he’s been able to find, deep enough that his thumb can rub circles around your pulsing bundle of nerves. It takes every ounce of your will to not cry out at the onslaught of pleasure. 
“There you go, honey. I’ll always give you what you want.”
Fisting the front of his shirt, you draw him closer, eyes fluttering closed as your lips connect and your tongue slides against his. Blue-green flashes permeate the darkness behind your lids as the machine captures images of his fingers disappearing inside you. More wetness trickles, aiding his movements when you realize all this is to satisfy his need to have you even when you’re apart.
“You make me feel so good,” you whisper, taking his bottom lip between yours.
“Yeah?” He asks, licking into your mouth, increasing the pace of his fingers, “Am I gonna make you cum?” 
“Mmmhmm,” you moan around his lips and tongue as your inner muscles tighten, and you begin your climb. With your fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck, you relax into his kiss. There’s no need to chase it, you can trust him to get you there. He always does. 
“That’s it,” he says, feeling you fluttering around him, “You get so tight,” his fingers don’t stop even when the lighting hits and your legs shake, “Give me just a little more.”
Clutching onto him, your fingers dig into his skin as your body jolts uncontrollably. He covers your mouth with his trying to muffle your cries, and keeps working you until you just can’t –it’s too much. His fingers slow to a gentle in and out, his thumb comes off your clit. He lets you come down, resting his forehead against yours, tiny kisses wherever his lips can reach without moving you. 
“I’m going to lunch,” Lorna shouts, her voice slightly muffled behind the closed door.
“Okay,” you yell, grinning at Steve, shaking your head, “We’re almost done.”
“She’s coming,” he calls, as his thumb taps your clit, sending an aftershock rocketing through you.
“Alright. Back in an hour,” she hollers right before the outer office door squeaks and clicks shut.
The smug look on his face has you pushing at his shoulder, silently scolding him. He chuckles, his face taking on a well-practiced look of innocence even as he pulls his finger from inside you and licks them clean. He kisses you once to share the taste before helping you down from the copier.
“Can you hand me my underwear?” 
“We’re not done,” his hands close over your fingers, stopping you from straightening your clothes, “I have an idea. Come with me.”
He twists the lock on the door handle, sticking his head out to confirm the office is empty, and grabs your hand pulling you out of the copier room, barely dressed. 
“Steeeve,” you squeal as you move through the empty office, gripping the front of your shirt to keep it closed until you’re standing in front of Mr. Harrington’s locked office door.
“Where did you get that?” Your eyes widen when he pulls a key from his pocket and inserts it smoothly into the lock. The corner of his mouth raises in a sly smile as the door opens, and he ushers you inside, closing the door behind you.
The blinds are drawn with their slats partially open, creating vertical lines of light against the navy blue carpet and large cherry desk. Steve flips one of the switches next to the door, turning on the three two stained glass lamps that flank the large built-in bookcase behind the desk, lighting up the room with soft light. 
“What’s this idea?” The slickness between your legs, reminding you still have another hour before anyone will return. Steve planned this well.
“Well,” he pulls out the high-backed leather chair from the desk, turning towards the side before sitting with his legs spread wide, hands moving to his belt, “What do you think? Wanna get on your knees for me, honey?”
“Hmmm,” you pretend to consider his offer as you round the desk trailing your fingertips on the shiny finish of the desk, moving until you’re standing between his parted legs, looking down at the outline of the hard cock straining against his jeans. Gripping the top of the chair, you lean it back, bending slightly, bringing you level with his face. His hands move to your open shirt, pushing it back away from your breasts so he can knead them. His mouth chases yours, but you deny him, nipping his top lip lightly before slowly dropping to your knees. 
“Fuck,” his hips jump as you pop open the button on his jeans and slide down the zipper.
“Is this why I didn’t get a cupcake?” You pout, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and he raises his hips so you can slip them down, his thick length bobbing out from his body finally freed. Pink with a long veiny shaft that’s just as pretty as the rest of him. 
“Oh, I think what you’re getting is a much bigger treat.” His eyes close for a moment as your hand wraps around the base, and you kiss the smooth, shiny tip. It’s your turn to smirk when his lids open revealing eyes that are almost black. Opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue, letting it sweep around the head before licking up and down the length. 
“Mmm,” the vibrations from your lips tease his sensitive spot, “I think you’re right.” You take another long lick before finally taking as much of him as you can into the wet heat of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks while your hand works the base.
A groan rumbles from behind his clenched teeth, “Look at you,” he smooths some hair back from your face as you bob up and down on his cock, “I bet every man in this office wants to see you like this, but you’re mine,” his hips rise, fucking into your mouth, “They can’t have you.”
Sticking your tongue out, you let him use your mouth until your jaw starts to ache. He doesn’t stop flexing when you switch to your hand, licking at his slit, running your tongue along the underside until reaching the base to gently suck one of his heavy balls. 
“Christ,” his fingers tightly grip the leather arm of the chair as the precum starts leaking from his tip, and you move your mouth back up his shaft, collecting it before it drips. He sneaks a hand between you, rolling your nipple with the rough pads of his fingers, the zap of electricity that shoots to your core, highlighting how wet and needy you’ve become. 
Pulling back, you rise higher on your knees, smiling as you run your hands up from your hips to the softness of your chest. Steve’s breath hitches, and his lips part as you lean forward, fitting his cock in the valley of your breasts, pushing them together, bouncing them up and down his shaft.
“Jesus-fuck-baby,” his words string together, his hips jumping in the chair involuntarily. A whimper comes from you at the sight of his rudy leaking tip sliding up your chest, your tongue snaking out to chase it. 
“Fuck, that’s enough,” he pants, using his feet to push the chair back, the wheels squeaking. He stares at you breathing hard, and you know how wild you must look. Hair a mess. Lips red and swollen. Clothes open and askew.
“Bend over the desk. I want to feel you squeezing me when I cum.”
Desperation launches you both into a flurry. Steve stands quickly, shoving his pants further down his thighs, sending the desk chair careening backward into a bookcase. While you’re off the floor, positioning yourself over the polished wooden desk, tugging your skirt high around your waist, pushing back your hips, ready to take anything he’ll give you. 
“Plea‐”
“I’m here,” he wraps a hand around your thigh, bringing one of your knees to the edge of the desk, opening your sticky wetness to the cool air, “I won’t make you wait.”
With a hand around his base, he glides through your folds, back and forth, making you throb until his tip catches at your entrance and pushes in slowly, letting you feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him. Your muscles stretch and clench, trying to draw him in deeper. 
“That’s it, good girl. Take it all,” he groans, moving until he’s bottomed out and his hips are pressed tight against you. Through the thick fog of lust and need, there’s a brief moment spent savoring the connection before he begins to move in long, hard strokes, pulling out almost all the way before driving in with the snap of his hips. The desk jerks across the carpet, and an organizer falls, spilling its contents, pens embossed with Harrington roll under the furniture. White dots burst in your vision with every thrust. You’re burning for him. He struck the match the evening you met, and you’ll never have enough. 
“This is where I belong,” his hand slides around your hip, pressing down just above your pubic bone, feeling himself moving inside you, “Right here in your warm cunt. Want you to feel me for the rest of the day,” his fingers move lower until they’re drawing circles over your clit, “I need you to cum for me.” 
His rhythm picks up, making the fire burn hotter. Your body tightens, obeying him without giving you a choice. Twisting to look over your shoulder, you grab at his shirt, bringing him closer until your gasping mouths meet.
 “Anything,” it’s a whisper against his lips, a spark from the blaze.
“What, honey?” The question rises with the smoke.
“Anything you want.”
A line creases his brow, and there’s something behind his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. He spins you back around, wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush against his chest, your knee falling from the desk. He’s holding you together when you’re so close to falling apart. His mouth moves up your neck to your ear.
“Just want this,” he adds more pressure to the hand working between your thighs. Tiny circles that feel closer to a cyclone, “Just want you,” he moves in short bursts like he can’t bear to leave, right at the edge, swelling inside you, “Always want you.”
You let go into the white-hot flame, but you’re not alone. It consumes you both. Crying out, you quake around him, feeling his hot release, hearing his satisfied groans. Your bodies writhe until all that’s left is embers. The wall clocks measured ticks seem louder, the only sound in the now quiet room apart from both of your shuddering breaths.
He presses a kiss to the silk covering your shoulder and begins slipping away. Your muscles contract in protest, trying to keep him longer, but he’s right. Once he’s gone, you can still feel him. He moves around you, helping you clean up, straightening the disarray.
“Why are you still here, Steven?” Lorna frowns disapprovingly at the way Steve is perched on the corner of her desk, with one of her picture frames in his hand.
“Is this your daughter?” 
She snatches the frame from his hand as you quietly make your way back from the restroom with all your buttons buttoned and hair smoothed back into place. Taking your seat you pick up the small stack of photocopies tapping them on the desk to straighten them. 
“Doesn’t your father need that file?” She questions.
“That’s right he does,” he snaps his fingers like he just remembered,” I better get going. I just didn’t want to leave this pretty girl all alone,” he looks over his shoulder at you, giving you a wink. She sighs loudly and goes about settling at her desk. 
The black and white images of his hands and your panties are hidden when you fold the papers into thirds before stuffing  them in an envelope and holding it in the air, waiting for him to come and take it from you. Looking smug, he wanders over collecting his prize from your outstretched hand.
“Listen,” he says, leaning close, keeping his voice low, “Can I take you out tonight? Buy you dinner?”
“Hmm, that depends, Steven,” you busy yourself with the files on the desk, “Is there going to be dessert?”
“I’ll pick you up at six,” the confident Harrington smile stretches across his face. He doesn’t say anything else, just a wave to Lorna as he disappears through the door, envelope in hand. Your eyes follow him through the window glass, watching as he ducks into his BMW and drives off.
“Ahem,” Lorna clears her throat, breaking you from your stare, “I’d nip that in the bud if I were you. That boy’s got a crush, and it’s gonna lead to nothing but trouble.”
“Of course,” you say, turning towards the screen of your word processor, fingers clicking across the keyboard as you type up a letter. Satisfied with your answer she goes back to her work. Glancing up at the clock, you count the hours until six, the ache between your thighs reminds you that trouble is exactly what you want.
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lwjsbedtime · 4 months
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Thinking about the historical usage of makeup, with Babyji giggling and being utterly delighted when Mama Lan dusts his cheeks with rouge - because what little boy who loves his mother doesn't want to copy everything she does?
LQR very gruffly scrubs his face off when he comes back from visiting her, which makes Babyji pout. Secretly, this is why LQR lets his nephew wear the rouge until after dinner, not that Babyji realises. He just wants him pretty colours! Uncle is mean! 😤
After Mama Lan passes away, there's no one to pinch Lan Wangji's cheeks and help him paint his lips, so he stops doing it. Although as a young man it wouldn't be strange per se for him to wear some sort of makeup, as his clan's rules denounce vanity, he rarely bothers to use anything beyond a moisturising lip balm (because flying on a sword is a breeding ground for chapped lips).
Anyway, he's pretty much decided to live his life that way when he meets Wei Ying. Wei Ying vexes him, and LWJ also kind of wants to kiss him(??!) so he does the only thing he can - he writes an anonymous (or not, considering his distinctive hand) letter to the clan's local agony aunt, his elder cousin.
This cousin, while at present a girl of nineteen, will one day bring LJY into the world. That is to say she's a very honest person, and also a woman of humour: to the young person lost in love, she suggests applying blush to appear softly coy to their ideal lover's eyes - and to also perhaps paint their lips a cherry shade, to entice kissing.
LWJ wasn't expecting such bold advice, but thinking of WY going off to kiss one of those Yunmeng girls🤬 he's always talking about steels his determination. While he obviously isn't going to follow his cousin's advice to a tee - as he has no wish to explain to Uncle why his cheeks are suddenly the colour of ripe apples - he does invest in a bright rice powder, charcoal for the brows, and lightly tinted lip stain.
...LQR absolutely notices LWJ's lips turning the colour of plums overnight, but he isn't going to mention it if no one else does first. He knows his nephew hasn't gotten past his mother's death. He just doesn't quite understand why now of all times he's decided to pick up his old hobby.
...And then he sees that brat WWX mooning in LWJ's direction and understands far too much for his blood pressure!
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WWX isn't sure what he did to piss LQR off, but suddenly he's being sentenced to copy the rules five thousand times! He doesn't even get to tease LZ that much, because another disciple's been put in charge of monitoring him - a boring one.
Luckily, LWJ still comes to the library everyday, sitting so quietly across the room under a ray of sunlight, his pretty eyes hidden under dark, equally pretty lashes. Really, LWJ seems to look more handsome every time he sees him! WWX wonders why that might be. 🤔
Meanwhile, LWJ's been slowly getting better at applying his makeup, courtesy of a guidebook he found confiscated in one of the storage rooms - amongst other things.
One afternoon, he overhears WWX telling JWY that he thinks LWJ's cultivation must have advanced a lot, because he seems to be glowing lately. (JWY tells him to shut up, which LWJ doesn't appreciate. He wants to hear what WY thinks of him. He'll punish himself for eavesdropping later).
He's a little hurt to discover WWX likes his appearance so much, yet still hasn't kissed him like any number of maidens he's walked under a pear tree with. WWX may treat LWJ the same as he does those girls - flirt with him even! - but seems disinclined to follow through.
WWX in the background: LZ's wife will be the unluckiest woman alive! How's she meant to stand out next to Lan er gongzi's beauty? No woman could ever compare to him. 🥰
JC: Do you ever shut up?
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NHS: Let him speak. It's funny.
Suddenly annoyed - not on the verge of tears at all - LWJ decides to rush home to complete his punishment. He sulks the whole way through it. WWX thinks he's unmarriageable! 😭
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Eventually, during the fight against the waterborne abyss, LWJ gets splashed in the face, and it washes the makeup straight off of him. It is very embarrassing. He will never live this down. WWX is gaping at him like he's grown another head, and he just wants to walk into the lake and become one with the abyss.
They returned to the inn for the disciples to recover a half shi ago, and since then, the only sounds WWX has made are soft little sighs, as if LWJ has disappointed him somehow - as if he finds him unappealing.
Finally, the silence gets the better of LWJ.
LWJ: What? 😡
WWX blinks, shaking his head a little as if he'd been in a daze. Then, he grins.
WWX: LZ, what was in that water? It made you even prettier! 😍
LWJ: ...
WWX: 😃 LZ?
LWJ: ...
LWJ can't do it anymore. This is it. He's done.
Taking Bichen in hand, he knocks into Wwx's chest, slamming him against the wall hard enough to wind them both.
WWX: Wha-? 😳
LWJ: Are you or are you not going to kiss me? 😾
WWX's mouth drops open. LWJ's eyes hone in on it. Before the other boy has time to so much as draw breath, LWJ is upon him, pressing his lips, and tongue, and teeth against his own.
The kiss is messy - brutal - but after the initial shock of kissing a man, and kissing at all, WWX melts into it, moaning and grasping at LWJ's neck until he gains enough purchase to swing them around. Now, it's LWJ who's pinned to the wall, panting heavily, his ears flushed crimson. WWX reaches out to tweak one of them.
"Cute." His eyes pierce into LWJ's own, brimming with mischief. Trapped against him, Lan er gongzi looks like a surprised rabbit, his expression just barely edging into offence.
"LZ!" he whines. "That was my first kiss." He leans in close to LWJ, so their noses barely brush and their breath intermingles. One of the hands at the other boy's neck snakes to his waist. "You're going to have to make it up to me."
WWX has no idea yet how LWJ should pay him back, but he's quite adept at running his mouth senselessly. He'll just do that until he figures it out!
However, LWJ seems to have no patience to wait, and lashes out once again to take WY's lips with his own. WY releases a startled moan, and trips backwards over his own feet.
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In the room next door, LXC smiles tightly, pretending he can't hear his little brother sharing affection with a guest disciple. He turns kind eyes to the official sitting across from him.
"This tea is delightful. Where did you procure it again?"
The man opens his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by another - louder - salacious moan. In an instant, the corners of LXC's eyes crease from strain. He is not getting involved. Whether it's against the rules or not, there are some things a man can't unsee, such as whatever has his flesh and blood begging for more in the next room.
"Excuse me."
He walks outside to paste a silencing talisman on Wangji's door. Let it not be said LXC isn't a gracious brother.
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LWJ and WWX do get punished in the end - very quietly, unlike them. Thankfully, most of the nearby inn rooms were left vacant, and so no one else heard how well they...got along before LXC intervened. He's sure their uncle would have a qi deviation if he heard WJ had lost face for the clan like that.
WWX whines at first that he can't stand being separated from LZ, despite the two of them copying lines beside one another at tables set an appropriate distance apart - under LXC's watchful eye, they stay that far apart.
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Now that he has WY's attention, LWJ realises the makeup advice was unnecessary. He's fairly certain if WY only liked him enough to kiss him when he painted his face, he'd be very upset (and jealous). Thankfully, WWX seems more interested in the 'kissing LZ' part than the powder and balms.
He does occasionally still 🌸beautify🌸 himself, because it reminds him of the happy times spent with his mother (and because staining WY's neck with kiss marks brings him joy).
If LQR ever notices the suspiciously bright stains under that boy's collar, No He Did Not. He wishes to reach old age alive, thank you very much.
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Wet LWJ: *exists*
WWX: Mine eyes hath been blessed. 🥺
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I also think it's pretty funny if the reason WWX finds MXY's makeup to be so hideous is because Back in His Day (20yrs ago, Yunmeng), a young man knew how to go easy on the damn blush.
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sonik-kun · 2 months
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"If Jiang Cheng is all about debts, he should repay his debts to Wen Qing and Wen Ning!"
What debts? The two were from a sect that decimated his own. Be it willingly or not, they occupied the burned remains of his sect and helped the war effort on the Wen side (whilst assisting WWX and JC, but bear in mind, WQ only did it begrudgingly due to the risks associated with asissiting them. It's funny that y'all would jump to her defence whilst shitting on JC when she was in the exact same position he was in btw. But that's a debate for another day~).
Expecting him to pay a debt to the people that were, to at least some degree, complicit in numerous genocides is pretty messed up.
Even then, JC DID vouch for them to express his gratitude for helping him and WWX to escape and get their parent's remains back. But the other leaders shut him down when he did and scoffed at him. I feel like I've said this so many times on here, but he was in no position to argue any further on the matter. Especially when a more established sect leader like LXC was shut down, too.
As for the core transfer that he didn't consent to, how can he thank someone for that when he never knew it had happened in the first place?? Or asked for, for that matter?? The whole thing made him feel shitty anyway when he found out about it.
WQ and WWX, although both had good intentions, still had no right to experiment on him like that and keep this very invasive secret from him for so long, too. You can't just do something for someone without them knowing or consenting and expect them to repay that "debt" when you find yourself in a pinch. That's kinda like blackmail and is very coercive.. Something WWX and the Wen sibs are certainly not..
Then there's the situation with WN. Sure, he could be thankful for WN helping to get him to safety and treating his wounds (which, see my earlier point, JC did express gratitude.) But that opportunity kinda all fizzled out when WN killed JZX (I know it was an accident due to him being under the influence of DC but let's be real. That resentment is going to be there. Espeically since the topic greatly upsets JL soooo).
Even all that aside, you seriously can't expect JC to "repay his debts" and help WN and WQ out of that situation when the whole CW was against them. Helping them was suicidal and would bring on the wrath of the other major sects. And we all saw how that went for WWX (as JC rightly predicted)..
Had JC sided with the Wens and took them in to "pay his debts," he would have dragged the whole of his sect into the siege that happened soon after. This would mean more innocents would have been involved, and it would be the destruction of Lotus Pier all over again (and quite possibly the destruction of the Jiang, too). JC had to prioritise his own people. He would be a shit leader otherwise.
I feel as though some of y'all put some unrealistic expectations on JC when assessing his character. Especially when you compare him to the others in the story (returning back to my point I made earlier about him and WQ and how similar they both are).
On the topic of "debts" though, I would also like to argue that doing a good deed out of the kindness of your heart shouldn't be seen as a debt. And if you do something with the expectation that someone would do something for you back in kind, wouldn't that make you a shitty person? Is that what you're implying the Wen sibs are (or should be) ? Self-serving people who only help others if something is to be gained? 🤨
But what about the "debt" JC goes on about, you might ask? Oh, you mean the PROMISE that WWX made HIMSELF? That he would stay by JC's side? And be his subordinate? To fulfil his role as promised and expected of him?
That wasn't a debt.
WWX construed it as being one, but it doesn't fit the criteria, honestly. What WWX had was an obligation. He made that promise himself, and JC held him to it. It wasn't one JC forced him into as some form of servitiude, nor was it made in return for bed and board or something.
We know JC isn't truly about holding debts over others. If he was, he would have dangled his own sacrifice over WWX and used that to guilt trip him instead. Or force him to pay him back in kind. But he never did. Why? Because he loved WWX, and he didn't want him to feel "indebted" to him. Especially when WWX revealed his feelings of "letting go and moving on" to him.
You could go on forever about debts and who owes who what, but the thing is, each of these characters have hurt eachother in one way or another that at this point, the notion of who owes what doesn't matter anymore. The situation is far more complex than that. That's why all "debts" were dropped at the end, and JC and WWX just moved on. I feel that was the message MXTX tried to convey in her work. About moving on and letting go of grudges. Perhaps JC antis should take on that advice? And move on too?
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lancabbage · 6 months
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I've seen a few comments flying around about WWX and JC being close at one point and I just have to vent a little because I think so much is overlooked.
Let's simplify every so the people at the back can understand. Take away all the history they have, reverse the clock and lets have WWX grow up in a different sect or something like that. Now let's have JC and WWX meet...
Okay, now how are these to people ever going to be friends? They are almost polar opposites in every sense - and yes, while my friends are very different to me at times, our core values are similar, whereas JCs and WWXs are not. JC is always threatened by those who make him feel inferior - it's another reason he dislikes LWJ. So there's that hurdle to get over. Not to mention JC is a classist snob who does not like those he deems of a lower birth. Let's also note the fact WWX likes to stay positive and JC is a negative cloud of absolute mood killing vibes. They are simply incompatible and only got on because they were thrown together.
Those cling to the comment WWX said about always thinking JC would be by his side, that really should be taken with a pinch of salt in my opinion. WWX often glazes over things that are painful for him. WWX probably did think he'd be at the sect his whole life, but that wasn't necessarily out of fondness towards JC, it was out of duty and debt more than anything. He never really imagined a real future for himself until he got a second chance at life!
There is a very contradicting line when JC arrives at the burial mounds, when WWX thinks about a falling out was a long time coming. Because they are different and not that close. He didn't even expect him to help (even though it was his debt to pay), he already took Suibian (a sword he can no longer wield!) and his small amount of personal belongings to the burial mounds prior to that! It's a major clue he knew JC would be a dick about it all.
WWX meets JL and instantly notices all his bad traits, blaming JC and JZX. I'd say that's pretty damning evidence to the contrary to be honest.
It doesn't make WWX a bad person because he wasn't really a true friend to JC, people are allowed to not really get along with others and still be a nice person. Of course WWX cares for JC (a little) but it's hard to muster up such feelings when someone is pretty abusive towards you and doesn't support you at all. WWX is kind, but he's no fool.
WWX's actions when it comes to JC are mainly from a place of debt and there is nothing wrong with that. WWX makes the most out of a bad situation, and unfortunately this is no different. He's obligated to get along with JC in his first life, he chooses not to in his second, because that obligation is no longer there and he's had enough of the self centered ass.
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What do you like about jc?
Oh my goodness what don't I love about him!
Well, first and most importantly, he has a purple lightning whip.
Secondly, you know how the elements of a tasty dish are salt, fat, acid, heat? Well he's salty, he's acidic, he's a spicy Yunmeng boy, and some sources of mixed repute claim he's got a nice fat ass. All the elements for a delicious snack are right there!!! He has the range, the depth, the complexity!
Jokes aside, a lot of it really is just based on vibes. I just... liked him pretty much immediately. My heart was won at "I'm his uncle. Any last words?" and it only got better from there. He's got most of my favorite lines in the book - whether funny or completely heart-wrenching, both directly in his dialog or about him. His sarcastic comments are always hilarious, and he's often enough actually a voice of reason and responsibility (promptly ignored). The vast majority of the time when he's not in some absurdly extreme and traumatic situation he's being pretty normal and seems perfectly likeable to me.
I enjoy that from the start he's mostly pretty practical. One of the first times we see him, he desperately wants to smack Lan Wangji but he's run the cost-benefit analysis in his mind and it's not worth it, so (grumpily) he does not. Some people point out his 'definitely don't start a petty fight unless you know you can win' reasoning as some sort of point of cowardice, but my reaction to that scene was thank god, finally someone in a fantasy novel has some common fucking sense!
Except, of course, on one very specific topic: Wei Wuxian. And then there's like a 50/50 chance all that consideration goes out the window instantly. A little pinch of unhinged obsession adds so much extra flavor! With the amount of overtime he's pulling in sect conferences he deserves a little derangement from time to time, as a treat. And that intensity goes both ways.
That fervent certainty that Wei Wuxian would be back some day, that not even death could hold him - a conviction bordering on madness, except in the end he was right? Hot.
On the other end, he's willing to sacrifice himself for Wei Wuxian and other people who loves over and over and over again throughout the story (even if he's mad about it), until he can't do that without throwing other people he's responsible for under the bus.
To the point that when we get to the big reveal after Guanyin Temple about how he was captured by the Wens... once the shock fades, you step back and think 'wait, why was that even a surprise to me at all?' The guy just took a sword through the chest for Wei Wuxian like an hour earlier (even if it was unnecessary and therefore mostly embarrassing), and was about to run back into that cave at the Second Siege with no spiritual power and a sword he couldn't even lift three days before that, and yet we're surprised he gave himself up back then?
And of course, the same goes for his nephew and I just love them so much. He doesn't hesitate for a moment to offer himself as a hostage instead of Jin Ling at the temple. He may sometimes struggle to express his love in a way that's more palatable than the prickly sharp thing it can sometimes be, but it's undeniably there. When Jin Ling is crying after the Second Siege, it's Jiang Cheng he goes to without hesitation - and that "Who did this to you?!" line, the way he doesn't hesitate to pull him away somewhere private and stick by his side.
Even things that are meant to cast him in a bad light, like his 400 spirit nets fiasco, show him also anxiously helicopter-uncling his way through baby's first "solo" night hunt, complete with undercover agents just in case, is proof that he at least cares very deeply. I think if you look beyond the surface, it's also pretty obvious why he'd spare no expense and use any method to give his bullied nephew the best debut night hunt possible in a society where talent and prestige are incredibly important to his future ability to consolidate power as the Jin heir. He wants to shield him from the same insecurities and pain he felt, especially where being overshadowed was used against him in ways that had specific negative impacts on his ability to protect people he cared about.
Another of the reasons I love him so much is because his grief is so intense that it's palpable. Those scenes post-fall of Lotus Pier where he's oscillating between numbed shock and fury, just... feel so real, and relatable, and resonate in way that's just horribly accurate. It's like his grief jumps off the page, you can feel the hurricane of horror and loss crashing into him. The scene at Nightless City, that moment where he says "Didn't you say that you could control it, that it would be fine?", where the last of his faith in Wei Wuxian shatters and the fracture is complete, like two halves of a whole have finally snapped apart and there's nothing left... I just love the intensity and desperation.
But even more, he keeps going after. He's stubbornly alive, despite it all, and I don't think he gets nearly enough credit for the fact that he's actually able to handle things pretty well, considering the situations involved. He has a breakdown about it and then he picks himself up and gets back to work. He's remarkably resilient, in ways that aren't necessarily flashy or obvious at first. Too much is made out of the ways he's broken or bitter when for the most part he's actually remarkably functional in the face of horrible traumas!
I have been trying very hard not to just spam my favorite quotes in here but this is really my favoritest favorite (from chapter 61) because it just sums him up so beautifully:
... the most laughable one was the YunmengJiang Sect, the people of which either had been killed or had scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.
Because he does the hard work, day in and day out. The boring, tedious, constant work - the endless late nights dealing with the constant problems. But he does it, and he mostly accomplishes what he sets out to do.
It's so sad that all the things he does very well get overshadowed by his insecurities, because in the end, hasn't he done incredible things? Hasn't he survived? Hasn't he gone from the youngest sect leader with nothing and nobody that Wen Ruohan could only laugh at, to "No matter which clan you choose to offend, you shouldn't offend the Jiang clan, and no matter which person you choose to offend, you shouldn't offend Jiang Cheng"?
He might be a little scarred, but isn't he succeeding all the same?
(He should probably hire a PR firm to handle the rumors his resting bitch face causes though.)
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jiangwanyinscatmom · 9 months
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seeing all these posts in canon jc tag saying how jc did better than madam yu ... pretty sure madam yu never hit jc (did she? if im wrong tell me xd but still he'd be the same if she did cuz he hits jin ling in anger multiple times), or expose him to herself torturing innocent people to death so much that jc would be used to smuggling them out... yea jin ling and his relationship turned out better no thanks to him tho, jin ling got lucky to be more jin than jiang tbh cuz majority of his time would be at the sect he's heir of and jc does love jin ling unconditionally but madam yu in all her abusive glory also loved jc unconditionally, like jc was willing to die for jin ling, madam yu was willing to die for him too, that aint undoing the harm the two adults ended up doing to the two kids in the scenario at least in the emotional sense, and aint no way ppl are saying hes doing better than her, hes at least on the same level in lack of affection cuz jin ling was so unused to being even hugged or how to handle a hug the barest of affections jin ling turned out better and grew purely on his own effort coz jc sure wasnt setting any positive examples for him-
It seems to be implied that Madam Yu herself has no issue getting physically harsh with either of her own children as well,
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Madam Yu sent a look at Jiang Cheng. “Horsing around again? Come, let me have a look at you.”
Jiang Cheng scurried over, and Madam Yu squeezed his arm with her slender fingers before giving him a sound slap on the shoulder.
"Not a bit of progress in your cultivation. You’re almost seventeen and still acting like an ignorant child! Running around with this lot, doing mischief all day—do you think you’re the same as them? Hell knows which gutters they’ll be crawling in in the future, but you’ll be the leader of the Jiang Clan!”
Jiang Cheng staggered from the force of her slap. He hung his head, not daring to argue back.
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"Sorry!” said Wei Wuxian loudly. “I didn’t know shijie would come! I’ll go look for my clothes right now!”
Madam Yu was even more incensed. “You dare run from me?! Get the hell back here and kneel!”
As she spoke, she cracked her whip. A searing pain spread down Wei Wuxian’s back.
"Yowch!” he exclaimed aloud. The pain was so intense it almost sent him rolling on the ground.
Just then, Madam Yu heard a soft voice ask, “Mom, do you want some watermelon…?”
Jiang Yanli’s sudden appearance startled Madam Yu. With this delay, the group of little brats had vanished without a trace. Madam Yu was so infuriated she turned to pinch Jiang Yanli’s cheeks.
Eat, eat, eat. That’s all you know!”
The pinch made Jiang Yanli’s eyes water. Vaguely, she said, “Mom. A-Xian and the rest were hiding here to cool off. I came looking for them on my own, so don’t blame them… Do…do you want some watermelons…? I don’t know who sent them over, but they’re very sweet. Eating watermelon in summer can relieve the heat and quench your fire. They’re sweet and juicy. I’ll slice some for you…”
Violence seems to be an unfortunate overarching theme regarding the Jiang Family and how they exhibit any emotional behavior. Madam Yu each time she is on page is the main instigator of physical punishments and pain out of anger, Jiang Cheng seeing her as his own role model follows this same pattern with Jin Ling. The above passage of Madam Yu'a introduction as a parental figure and Jiang Cheng is terribly similar to what we get for Jiang Cheng's introduction as Jin Ling's uncle and a caretaker,
"Since Hanguang-jun wants to punish you, take the lesson this once. It’s not easy for him, either, to manage the juniors from another clan.”
His tone was sarcastic, but it was unclear to whom it was directed. Lan Wangji, who never responded to such provocation, ignored him.
Jiang Cheng turned, his voice scathing. “What are you standing around for? Waiting for the prey to run into your sword itself? If you can’t catch the creature here on Mount Dafan tonight, then you needn’t come to me again in the future!"
And to answer the main point of your ask, no, Jiang Cheng is not any better towards Jin Ling and how he treats him. He treats him exactly as Madam Yu did with Jiang Cheng. With cruel ever changing expectations that were too high for a child to ever be reasonably expected to achieve without help or the care that should have been exhibited to raise a confident child. Jiang Cheng took the role of his mother in all ways and superimposed his life onto Jin Ling as well. Generational trauma is not always easy to of course pick up when you have grown within that environment. Yes you may know something is not "normal" as you interact with others but it's hard to name or describe why. Jiang Cheng thought of his mother respectfully despite her own many flaws, generational deference is difficult to question when that is all you have known until you are in a better environment to explore and comfortably learn despite being less than grand in execution. Jiang Cheng did not get that chance in life, but he does finally let Jin Ling have that as Jin Ling seeks out Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji for nighthunts to learn from.
Unconditional love isn't always a saving grace, and that is an unfortunate reality of life that not all love is always good or healthy despite how very much you love them or each other. Unconditional love can be selfish cruel and hurtful in the ways that people choose to express it when they don't want to be better for their loved ones. The play of trauma and victim blaming is terrible when you are both the abuser and victim and continue that cycle.
The only thing that Jiang Cheng "did better" than Madam Yu, was living to let go of his hates and insecurities enough to stop imposing them on to Jin Ling as well so the child could grow better and with actual role models that encourage a nurturing non-mocking environment first and foremost.
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iovesia · 9 months
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POOKS HI HOW ARE YOU OMG? been so long since I've said anything here but uh imagine the olive theory w constantine (giggling) reader loves olives because uh they're good duh and he's a pesky bitch because well it's jc we're talking about ofc he hates them and let's her eat olives off of his slice of pizza before he can finally enjoy his food hmhmhmmhgmvmmg yum.
Love ya /sleep anon ps
HEY POOKIE !! IT'S BEEN A HOT SECOND– I'M GOOD TYTY, HRU? ♡
this is so cute !! and so real !! picky eater constantine is so me coded i fear. when reader and jc get takeout or go out to eat, he has a permanent resting bitch face watching reader eat the olives.
"why do you keep ordering it with olives if you don't like them?" you furrow your brows as you pinch off the tiny, black olives off constantine's slice of pizza. the string of cheese stretching across to your plate only makes him grimace.
"well, there's this weird girl who likes to snatch them off my plate," he smirks at his own joke, earning a kick to the shin from you. "ow, hey!"
"not funny," >:(( you retort, plopping the small olive into your mouth. "just eat your plain pizza."
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add1ctedt0you · 1 year
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One of the things I love the most about yunmeng siblings is how protective they are of each other. Always.
Madam Yu scolded, "You are like this again! If you yourself don't seek progress, then don't drag Jiang Cheng to fool around with you. You are going to be a bad influence to him!"
Wei WuXian looked startled, "I don't seek progress? Why, I am not the one with the most progress in the entire Lotus pier?"
Young people were never too patient. They wouldn't feel satisfied unless they talked back. Hearing this, an air of hostility appeared over Madam Yu's forehead. Jiang Cheng hastened, "Wei Wuxian, shut up!"
He turned to Madam Yu, "It's not that we want to shot kites in Lotus Pier but, right now, isn't it that none of us are allowed to leave? The Wen Sect assigned all of night-hunt areas to itself. Even if I want to night-hunt, there isn't anywhere for me to go. To stay at home and not go outside to provoke or fight for prey with the Wen Sect - isn't this what you yourself made clear to father? "
Chapter 50
Jc, seeing his mother hostility, hastened, trying to redirect his mother attention, remembering her that's not wwx's fault that he is fooling around, the wen sect has forbidden them everywhere, he can't practice, he is trying to be a good sect heir, just as she wanted.
"Jiang Cheng! Go get some clothes on! You look no different than a barbarian! What would people think of me if they saw you?!"
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Thus, Madam Yu's next sentence, as usual, was, "Wei Ying! Do you want to die!?"
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Yet, all of a sudden, someone's quit voice drifted by Madam Yu's ear, "Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon..."
Madam Yu was startled by Jiang Yalin, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. With the delay, all the boy have vanished into thin air. She was so infuriated that she tuned to Jiang Yanli and pinched her cheek, "Eat, eat, eat - all you do is eat!"
Jiang Yalin almost cried from her mother's pinching, mumbling, "Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don't blame them... Do... Do you want some watermelon... I don't know who gave them to us, but it's really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I'll cut them for you... "
Chapter 130
Jyl, seeing her mother rant, quietly takes action, offering her mother sweet watermelon because it's hot and watermelon is good for her, and she doesn't need to be angry, the guys were only chilling from the heat.
He blurted, "If she is dissatisfied, tell her to cancel this engagement! Either way, I don't care for your precious shijie. If you do, why don't you go ask her father for her hand?! Doesn't he treat you more dearly than his own son?"
The last comment made Jiang Cheng's gaze freeze. Wei WuXian was beside himself with rage, lunging with a raised fist. Although Jin Zixuan had expected the attack, he didn't expect Wei WuXian to be so fast, and the punch landed before he was done talking.
Chapter 18
At jzx's insults at both jc and jyl, wwx responded with a fist he landed before jzx was even done talking!
They love each other so fiercely! They are always ready to protect each others until their love isn't enough and they fall apart.
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lewiscarrolatemybrain · 5 months
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People levy a lot of valid (and occasionally invalid, depending on the adaptation) criticism against Jiang Cheng, and of course Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan deserve the lion's share of blame for the way the Jiang family operated and the abuse Wei Wuxian endured, but I have seen some absolutely wild takes around Jiang Yanli.
Did she make any real, meaningful difference in the mistreatment Wei Wuxian was subjected to? Of course not! But was she passively manipulative and only kind to him out of "convenience"? No! She wasn't! What deranged bullshit...
Jiang Yanli was a child. The Untamed makes it hard to remember this, but she was a child. She was a little girl forced to raise her brother because her parents refused to do so, and then they threw another little boy at her and refused to care for that one either. She did the best she could for WWX (and JC as well) in a situation where she had no power or influence or autonomy. And it was never easy. Her small acts of kindness for Wei Wuxian -- such as peeling lotus seeds for him -- constantly led to her being emotionally and physically abused.
(YZY pinching her cheeks hard enough they bruise and Yanli cries is, in fact, physical abuse.)
But she did it anyway! She did it anyway.
And then she married the heir to the Jin. As a married-in wife, she had no power, and no influence, and no autonomy. The fact that the Jiang had been so diminished made her position even more precarious, since the Jin could have done anything to her without needing to fear retribution from her family of origin.
And still, she tried to do right by Wei Wuxian.
Jiang Yanli was not the perfect angel Wei Wuxian remembers her as but she sure as hell wasn't a secret evil manipulator like I've seen people saying lately. What the hell, guys.
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WWX/NHS for the ship ask?
based on the nature of the questions, I'm gonna say *make a so-so gesture with their hand* kinda.
What made you ship it?
It's not so much shipping as... a mix of "sure why not" and "this could be interesting" and a pinch of "this is funny /chengxian-related".
What are your favorite things about the ship?
As far I'm concerned, there are two flavours I can see.
a) is teenaged shenanigans in Cloud Recesses. Bros helping bros fooling around together. JC is way too stuck-up for this kind of fun, but NHS and WWX have no such compunction! The book has this amazing description of NHS when WWX sees him in the Cloud Recesses, something like "he looked like you could bully him into anything" or something equally side-eyeable. NHS sounds like he would be up to every single of WWX's bad ideas and he wouldn't grouch about it either.
it's about teenaged experimentation, and more than a little it's also about chengxian. (as in, it's hilarious to me when WWX is going after everyone who isn't JC, rip JC; and also it's about WWX running from thinking about JC and what he feels for JC. as usual.)
b) is post-canon stuff, and that part is super interesting to me. WWX was brought up because of NHS; how does he feel about that? (does WWX make a parallel between who he was to NHS, and what WN is to him? does he feel used, is my question?)
NHS has changed since they were kids, but unlike JC WWX wasn't very invested in him back then. Of course WWX is happy by the end of the book, but... if he gets restless, if his life is sated enough that he starts wondering in the direction of NHS... NHS too has become a mystery. One that WWX saw through at the end of the book, sure, but did he really?
I can see WWX poking around NHS, trying to get a picture of who NHS is now, what he's doing. NHS hasn't seemed as taken with WWX as any of WWX's sidekicks flavor of the month LWJ/JC/WN sidekicks... not even in the Cloud Recesses... or did he, back then? did WWX just not really realize because NHS was more timid than them, not as likely to throw himself into danger? it was a long time, though. Even if he once was willing to follow WWX, now he isn't. ...But he did facilitate WWX's return. Why WWX.
What I like about this idea is that WWX comes into it not as sure of himself as usual. NHS is an unknown-dangerous quantity, one who used to be friend-like. WWX doesn't own NHS even a little bit.
I think maybe NHS wouldn't hate playing games with WWX. They're only little games. NHS doesn't have any more secrets or grand plans. But talking with WWX is a thrill all the same - like he still has things to hide! And WWX was always such a fascinating person, charming and fearless.
I see them having pointed conversations over drinks that turn into veiled flirting that turn into something more over time.
I see NHS sighing about sect leader duties, and WWX wanting to nod; still neither of them likes the weight of responsibilities. And it would be poignant, I think, for them to commiserate and yet to feel the gulf that separates them from who they were as teens.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I don't know what's popular here, sorry.
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fincalinde · 11 months
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lwj, for the meme?
Not the Lan bro I was expecting but here goes!
a song that reminds me of them
This doesn't remind me of him because I wouldn't want to ruin it for myself, but I can imagine a sad montage of interregnum LWJ set to I Am Stretched On Your Grave. Anyway, my proper answer is Frostrósir by Eivør. It's in Faroese, which I do not speak, but I pinched something from here:
Each sigh from a lonely soul Every word that was formed without sound Now seems like a frostbitten affair Dressed in the guise of lifeless flowers
what they smell like
We have an answer to this in canon and it's sandalwood, so I don't have much to add.
an otp
I mean, it is the central point of the novel. But even aside from that, LWJ is consistently only ever interested in WWX. I'm not saying he shouldn't be interpreted as gay, but I am saying that even if he is gay it's secondary to his actual sexual identity which is Weiyingsexual. I'm not treading any new ground here.
Personally I don't find Wangxian interesting, but I at least believe they love each other and are compatible in the sense that they are both selfish in slightly different ways that mesh well for their own private universe. Not so great for others in their orbit, but part of that is authorial fiat so I try to be fair about what I hold against them.
I don't think CQL successfully executed the changes it made to Wangxian in having them click and partner up from the beginning, but I do think it was necessary to at least attempt to rebalance the relationship. In MDZS, WWX genuinely does not reciprocate LWJ's feelings in his first life beyond a very deeply buried and not particularly inevitable spark. His first life is really centred on his relationships with JC and JYL and they are the tragic 'romance' (in the traditional sense). LWJ only gets upgraded during the second life. Kind of awkward to do your sweeping romance if it isn't a romance in the 35+ episodes of flashbacks, so I don't blame them for trying. And I do like the Colin Firth vibes WYB brought to his LWJ.
a notp
Aside from not finding the idea of LWJ with anyone else convincing, let me take the opportunity to pettily sideswipe at Chengxian and shoving LWJ in to make it what? Wangchengxian? Is that what it's called? Either way, nooooooo thank you. You can't get much more fraternal than WWX and JC's idiot bickering, and even if they weren't such classic stupid boys together, JC and LWJ loathe one another with the kind of loathing that does not give way to a rendition of I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face. (Incidentally, in the original stage version Eliza walks out on Higgins never to return, and it is awesome.)
favorite platonic/familial relationships
Obviously it's his relationship with LXC (and by extension LQR?). Just absolutely fascinating. Their rapport is very sweet, as is LXC's protectiveness and gentle trolling. LWJ is not a particularly good didi, but LXC both doesn't notice and doesn't mind.
Actually, someone once made a meme for me in relation to this, let me dust it off and drag it out:
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More seriously, though he was also raised with harsh discipline, in comparative terms LWJ is the spoilt baby of the family. As is often the result when we encounter morally rigid characters in MDZS, he is also in many respects hypocritical. Clearly I have a lot of negative things to say about him as a brother to LXC, but I'm not interested in demonising him and what's really interesting about it is that by and large this uneven dynamic works for the Twin Jades. Right up until it doesn't.
When LXC really needs LWJ to come through for him, he just doesn't. I'm not even talking about LWJ's behaviour leading up to and during the Temple, which is objectionable in the sense that he refuses to give JGY the benefit of the doubt that LXC extends to WWX. No, I'm talking about the fact that he bods off for literal months after LXC has just been through the worst experience of his life and lost his closest friend and partner. And I don't want to hear it about LXC being the elder and having a responsibility to take care of LWJ. LWJ owes consideration to his big brother and clan leader, even if that consideration might take a different form.
Here's a thought experiment. After WWX's first death, when LWJ has been whipped 33 times by the discipline whip and dragged himself to rescue LSZ and branded himself in drunken grief, can you imagine LXC bodding off for three months without a word to have picnics with JGY? It's inconceivable isn't it.
I didn't intend for this section to become a hit piece on LWJ and he obviously does love his brother, but in terms of actions it is somewhat of a one way street. The fact that LXC has no other expectations doesn't protect LWJ from my croc-hatted judgement face.
a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with
Righteous LWJ. Oh, please. In MDZS, righteousness goes hand in hand with hypocrisy, and though I doubt MXTX the human being intended LWJ to be read as thoroughly selfish, the (translation of) the text she wrote is a depiction of a profoundly selfish man. And that's not a bad thing, because his selfishness coupled with the occasions when he is genuinely altruistic makes him more interesting than if he really were a moralising ice cube with a ribbon tied around it.
the position they sleep in
Official Lan Position, and postcanon I probably don't want to know.
a crossover au i’d love to see them in
I'm going to be lazy and suggest X-Men AU again just because his secondary power would definitely be organic diamond form like Emma Frost. I don't think he'd also be a telepath, but the idea of that is funny because he could read WWX's mind and know for certain that WWX isn't (currently) into him. But as a serious answer, organic diamond form as a secondary power and then primary power the same as Alison Blaire. I see no reason why his mutant name wouldn't be Dazzler too.
my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn
I think he only has like one outfit. I'm sorry, I'm not cool enough to be able to distinguish between different varieties of plain white robes. In CQL I prefer first life LWJ because they put that massive ornament on second life LWJ's head to make him look older and taller but actually they created an unfortunate perspective effect where he just looks even shorter.
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lwjsbedtime · 1 year
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Teen LWJ and WWX have the same glasses design but different prescriptions. LWJ is afflicted by mild astigmatism, whereas WWX is merely blind as a bat. Neither of them seem to have noticed the similarity of their glasses despite having the biggest, saddest, most pathetic crushes on each other. 
One day, they accidentally mix up their spectacles after gym class. WWX has a bad habit of leaving his laying around (he's shattered so many pairs, his mother has threatened to let him walk around blind). LWJ, by comparison, is extremely protective of his pair, and only takes them off in the showers. 
Today, LWJ has left his glasses in his locker, which is coincidentally right next to WWX's. WWX has stumbled around, squinting like an idiot for long enough today that he actually remembers he's not wearing his, and supposes he left them in his gym locker after class.
He goes to his locker.
He opens his locker.
He takes the glasses out, and rests them - slightly lopsided - upon his face.
His sight gets no better.
He pulls a second pair of glasses (his actual glasses) off from the top of his head.
He places the second pair of glasses back in the locker.
WWX thinks absolutely nothing of what he's just done. 
The bell rings.
He leaves for class.
WWX's locker combination is his birthday. LWJ's locker combination is also, coincidentally, WWX's birthday. 
Oh boy. 
LWJ comes out of the showers, pulls on his clothes methodically, and puts his glasses on. His nose twitches slightly as the metal bridge bites into his skin. The arms feel slightly wonky over his ears, pinching into his skull. He puts this down to the age of the pair - after two years, perhaps he needs to have the frames readjusted. 
LWJ cannot see properly yet, and assumes this is because the locker room is still fogged up from the boys' showers.
He moves towards the door.
LWJ walks straight into a wall. 
Cue several hours of confusion where WWX thinks he's finally gone completely blind due to taking a netball to the head, and LWJ has become convinced something in the school's water supply made him lose his sight. 
They figure it out in the end thanks to JC pointing out that WWX's red ear pads are suddenly blue, whereas LWJ's blue ones are now red. 
Wwx: But, why were your glasses in my locker?
Lwj: ...That was my locker.
Wwx: No, but it opened with my combination, though?
LWJ blushes.
Wwx, growing increasingly hopeful: LZ, is your combination my birthday?
LWJ nods. 
Lwj: Mn. 
The way WWX grins then is so bright it makes LWJ think he actually will be sent blind. He doesn't entirely mind.
Wwx: Why didn't you tell me? I have to make my combination your birthday, now!
Jc: You literally do not.
WWX turns on his brother.
Wwx: Shut up, I'm flirting.
LWJ blinks in surprise.
Lwj: You are? 🥺
And that's how Wangxian become the No.1 most annoying couple on campus. 
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Spent the afternoon filling a prompt for wwxfans prompt fest from @/dragongirlg-fics asking for young wwx being obsessed with the texture of the clothes he gets to wear now that he's a part of the Jiang Sect.
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This got a little away from me, but I really enjoyed the prompt and got in my feels about wwx and clothes and also wwx sharing clothes. This is mostly wwx with jc & jyl, but with a bit of post-canon wangxian at the end.
T+ for a bit of suggestiveness
cw: references to wwx's upbringing prior to coming to Lotus Pier
"What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng asks, brows furrowed while shijie frowns at him. She admonishes him with a quiet, "A-Cheng, shush," and smiles at Wei Ying, brighter than the sunshine sparkling off the water. She asks, gesturing at his wrists, "Do you like them?"
"What do I like?"
Her eyes twinkle. "Your robes."
Before Wei Ying can answer, Jiang Cheng says, "They're my old robes."
"Just until Wei Ying's are finished," shijie says, like this is such an awkward thing, but Wei Ying truly doesn't mind. Even if they were not his first, it's been made clear they are his now and they're nice, so much nicer than what he wore before. Besides, he kind of likes that they were Jiang Cheng's first. It just means they've been well-cared for and can maybe care for Wei Ying in return.
Wei Ying, caught, tucks his hands behind his back and grins back. Here, the boldness of such an expression doesn't find him getting chased off the street and into a stinking, dirty alley, shadowed even at midday. He is still getting used to it, the way he need only fear the near impotent shouts of one person, so much less stressful than anything he experienced before. If he's punished here, at least he won't be made to leave the shelter of Lotus Pier. He would suffer anything to avoid such a state again. "They're fine," he mumbles.
And truly, he does not suffer here at all. As shijie leads the two of them to the docks, he can't say he remembers ever being happier.
In fact...
"Oh, they're fine. Something's got to be wrong with them. You keep touching them," Jiang Cheng says, accusatory and suspicious as he crosses his arms and blocks Wei Ying's way. "Is there something wrong with them?" Wei Ying can almost see Jiang Cheng's pride ruffling itself at the thought that Wei Ying might think there's anything wrong. "You have something against them?"
Wei Ying's skin flushes. His carefully brushed and tidied hair tickles at his cheeks as he shakes his head, startling him. Always before, it stuck to his skin, lank and heavy. He's not yet used to wearing it in a ponytail. He's not yet used to any of this. "No. Nothing's wrong. They're great."
"Your belt is crooked." The trouble with his belt is it's too big, but nothing can fix that overnight, not with how thin he is.
Drawing in a deep breath, Wei Ying scrambles to fix--
There's nothing wrong with his belt, but it's too late to hide his hands again; Jiang Cheng's already snatching hold of his wrist and dragging him forward.
"A-Cheng!" shijie says again, voice gently exasperated. "Enough. Let A-Ying go."
"Tsch." Jiang Cheng's mouth pinches in a scowl. "They're fine. Why are you being so weird?"
"I'm not," Wei Ying insists. He yanks his hand out of Jiang Cheng's hold and pets the fabric wrapped around his arm. Unlike what he wore before, it's soft and smooth and smells nice. He likes touching it, likes that it shines under the sunlight and that the weave is so tiny that he can't pick and pick at the threads until the fabric frays, likes that it keeps him cool and swishes around his legs and is such deep, rich colors. When winter comes, he's certain he'll like whatever is provided for him then, too. It will protect him from the cold and the sleety rain that sometimes falls or keep him warm and dry or both. "I said they were fine."
Jiang Cheng's clearly not convinced. He plants his hands on his hips and arches one eyebrow. "You're a disciple of Yunmeng Jiang now. You can't walk around acting like a baby who doesn't know how to wear clothes."
"I know that."
"A-Ying, you're not a baby." Shijie's not that much taller than him, but she bends a little to meet him eye-to-eye and tugs on his clothing, settling the seams over his shoulders, smoothing the sleeves, lingering on the hems as Wei Ying's done. "A-Cheng, A-Ying is still adjusting."
Wei Ying bites his lower lip to keep it from wobbling. He's not the type to cry, has never been that way, but his eyes prickle anyway. Jiang Cheng's right. This behavior isn't worthy of the chance he's been given. He owes Uncle Jiang so much and the last thing in the world he wants is to embarrass Madam Yu.
"Tell me," shijie says.
"It feels nice," he admits, running his thumb over the fabric one last time. "I never..."
Her smile gentles, drawing the answer from him like so much poison.
"I've never worn anything this nice before," Wei Ying says. "That's all." Shijie's right. He's not used to any of this. It's almost a compulsion, his need to stroke the fabric. It's so soft and comfortable compared to what he wore before. How could he not want to touch it as often as possible? It's lucky Jiang Cheng hasn't noticed the way he sometimes presses his face to it after he's washed up and changed into his night clothes.
He should... not do that anymore. Jiang Cheng is right. It's unbecoming.
Squaring his shoulders, he looks at Jiang Cheng and then at shijie. He can't find the right words, but he promises that he won't make things difficult. If pretending he doesn't care about what he's wearing is what he needs to do, he will.
For the most part, he succeeds in hiding his preoccupation, though it never fully goes away. Even into adulthood, he rarely pays much attention to the different sensation different sets of robes make him feel.
The second time he's caught, it's because he's slipped into one of his husband's inner robes after, well... after, audaciously nude beneath the silken fabric, not even his trousers separating him from the tender brush of fabric over his heated skin, and Lan Zhan is watching him placidly from the bed as he gasps in quiet, simple pleasure. Though a frisson of shame bubbles up from within him--will he ever fully leave his past behind him and the memory of coarse, itchy rags that barely covered his body appropriately--he shoves it down and tells himself it would be more improper to retrieve a cloth without any clothes on at all.
"Don't look at me, shameless man," Wei Wuxian says as he clutches the robes closed. He is teasing, of course, and he is not. Next time, he'll keep his own close at hand, save himself the trouble.
"Why not?" Lan Zhan asked, teasing him right back.
He doesn't have it in him to explain, but when he can bring himself to meet Lan Zhan's eyes, there is no request for one there, only the same simple joy Wei Wuxian had felt in donning Lan Zhan's clothes to begin with. There is no one in this room he needs to impress, no one who will look down on him for enjoying something that everyone around him can and does take for granted.
"Because," is all he says.
Within a few days, Lan Zhan's ordered sets of robes for him in fabrics that more closely align the ones the Lan Sect sources, all in the shades Wei Wuxian favors, of course, but just as luxurious. All Lan Zhan says on the matter once they're properly put away is, "I should have considered the matter sooner."
On occasion, he still chooses to wear his husband's things.
Ever since he was small, he's always rather liked it, sharing such things with those he cares about.
The original prompt and fill can be found here: https://wwxfans.dreamwidth.org/1897.html?thread=3177#cmt3177
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I'm going through some old (in that they're my first toyings with Untamed) bits and pieces I wrote, and I thought this one had some good crunchy stuff in it.
It's from the JC is a pod person fic I still want to write. I was still figuring out everyone's voice, the pinyin, but I think the idea was solid. It just has such a big cast for a chunk of it, I dread having to write it.
By the time they were done exploring the other sects had begun to arrive. Jīn Líng joined Jiāng Chéng in welcoming them, one after the other and Wèi Wúxiàn took the opportunity to watch Jiāng Chéng for anything unusual. It was difficult to say what he was looking for because he did not really know Sect Leader Jiāng the way he knew Jiāng Chéng. Sect Leader Jiāng did seem rather… disinterested in his guests, but that did not seem like a massive change to how Jiāng Chéng would normally have felt, though maybe he would have hid it a bit better.
“Ah, Sect Leader Jiāng!” crowed Sect Leader Yao as he approached with his entourage. Sect Leader Jiāng looked him up and down as the older man bowed obsequiously, looking faintly amused. “Thank you for the invitation to your home.”
“It’s a Cultivation Conference, everyone is invited,” said Jiāng Chéng flatly and Wèi Wúxiàn looked away to hide his grin.
“Still, it is an honour to be received so warmly,” said Sect Leader Yao in a bald faced lie because Jiāng Chéng’s expression was flat and empty as he stared at the man. “I brought a gift.” A disciple hurried up and held out a pretty lacquered box. Jiāng Chéng reached out and flicked it open, revealing an ornate hand mirror. Jīn Líng and Jiāng Mín peered at it with approval, and Jiāng Mín took the box from the disciple. Jiāng Chéng watched them take it away and said,
“Do you think I’m pretty Sect Leader Yao?”
Wèi Wúxiàn choked on the wine he’d been drinking and buried his face in his elbow to smother the sound as Sect Leader Yao let out a noise of offence and Jīn Líng said,
“Uncle, stop trying to be funny!”
“Who said I was trying to be funny?” asked Jiāng Chéng and Wèi Wúxiàn turned back in time to see Jiāng Chéng tilt his head to the side without the slightest change in his expression, “Why else would you give a Sect Leader a mirror?”
Sect Leader Yao sputtered a bit more before Jiāng Mín came back and quietly beckoned them to follow. As soon as they were out of earshot Jīn Líng rounded on Jiāng Chéng,
“Uncle, you can’t say that to a sect leader!”
“But I just did,” said Jiāng Chéng, his tone as flat as his expression.
“You would break my legs if I did it!”
“Really? I don’t think I’d give a shit what you do,” said Jiāng Chéng. Any amusement Wèi Wúxiàn had felt before vanished.
“Uncle what is wrong with you?” Jīn Líng demanded.
“You think something is wrong with me?” asked Jiāng Chéng.
“Well you’re acting weird!”
Jiāng Chéng looked down at Jīn Líng for a long moment, and Jīn Líng started to squirm under the gaze. Wèi Wúxiàn tensed up, there was something very unpleasant in the way Jiāng Chéng was looking at Jīn Líng, like he was an insect Jiāng Chéng was considering crushing. Jīn Líng shifted backwards, his shoulders tensing and his grip on Suihua tightening. Then Jiāng Chéng reached up and pinched Jīn Líng’s chin, which made Jīn Líng jump about a foot in the air and stumble backwards. Jiāng Chéng smiled, a slow, malevolent smile.
“Pathetic.”
“Jiùjiu!” Jīn Líng cried, sounding upset, and Wèi Wúxiàn stepped in.
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