thinking about jiang cheng getting hit with a curse during a night hunt and he’s transformed into a shiba ☺️ he still retains human thoughts, zidian is a collar, sandu is strapped to his back! then it’s a matter of:
>get hugs from jin ling
>terrorize wwx
>swim in lotus pier lakes
>get hugs from jin ling
>terrorize wwx
>swim in lotus pier lakes
☺️ he can nuzzle and sleep together with jin ling&fairy without worrying that he’s spoiling jl. he’s a dog! he’s fuzzy and comfortable to hug! he’s a little miffed he’s smaller than fairy but that’s a small price to pay to get hugs from his nephew again.
yes of course he can still fight as a dog. who do you think he is?!?!?!???
at first jc is terrified, of course. is it permanent?! how is he to run his sect (it’s a well oiled machine by his design/experience, never would it flounder even without a leader. guidance and rules have been set. years alone taught him how to delegate and trust in his people)?!
truly he has nothing to worry about, and jin ling’s shout of “jiujiu! your coat is beautiful!” and the immediate unrestrained hug on his small form pushed all those thoughts away. he basks in the attention. he’s ashamed to admit his tail may have wagged so fast it was a blur.
“jiujiu, what do you think of that idea? should i propose it at the next conference?”
a nod.
“oh you agree! alright, should i agree to help sect leader yao—“
a growl, fur bristle.
“noted. this is actually much faster than corresponding through letters.”
a nod.
“oh you agree! alright, should i agree to help sect leader yao—“
a growl, fur bristle.
“noted. this is actually much faster than corresponding through letters.”
after days spent relaxing in his nephew’s company, multiple dips in the lake, seeing the pure adoration (it’s always been there, he’s just never recognized it as such) in his disciples eyes at his canine form. jiang cheng isn’t sure if he was hit with a curse or a blessing.
he still wants to help train his disciples. imagine you’re going through your sword form, but your arms are too high! this shiba trots over, zidian collar jingling(holy shit did sect leader jin added a lotus tag?), puts his paws on your wrist and tugs it down to form. soft yip.
one disciple caves and hugs him. ordinarily he’d bark (hah) his threats, but he is currently literally all bark and no bite. one disicple dares to pat and scratch his ears. THE INSOLENCE—holy shit that feels nice. his tail is wagging again. this is embarrassing.
“jiujiu, uncle wei and hanguang jun is here.”
a low growl but tail is wagging excitedly.
“pfffffft.”
a low growl but tail is wagging excitedly.
“pfffffft.”
“it seems,” wei wuxian whimpers, giving his teary report from behind lan wangji so he doesn’t have to look at him—WHY COULDN’T HE BE A CAT!?
“there’s no cure. the curse just needs to run its course.”
a whine.
“oh, believe me, i looked and i tried.”
“there’s no cure. the curse just needs to run its course.”
a whine.
“oh, believe me, i looked and i tried.”
at the next conference. sect leader jiang is absent. jin ling attends with a canine companion that has a somewhat familiar looking purple collar and an even more familiar piercing glare. no one suspected a thing.
except for sect leader nie who snorted and wheezed behind his fan.
except for sect leader nie who snorted and wheezed behind his fan.
it’s 17 days after when the curse (is it really a curse though) just lifts itself. it happened after another dip in the lake, during his nap when he’s curled together with jin ling and fairy under a tree. he wakes up to jin ling on his lap.
“you’re back!!!”
“brat, we‘ve been together almost every day.”
“i know.”
jiang cheng holds his breath when his nephew hugs him, messy, sprawled across his lap, unbefitting of a young sect leader.
“i liked your cursed form. but i still like you like this better, jiujiu.”
“..yeah.”
“brat, we‘ve been together almost every day.”
“i know.”
jiang cheng holds his breath when his nephew hugs him, messy, sprawled across his lap, unbefitting of a young sect leader.
“i liked your cursed form. but i still like you like this better, jiujiu.”
“..yeah.”
> what sent me spiraling into shiba jiujiu...
(lowkey thinking about the great hanguang-jun scratching shiba-jc ears because dogs are just as fluffy as rabbits, right? snap and growl all you want, jc, but damn if this doesn't feel really nice...)
(somewhere, wwx is crying about being betrayed, jin ling is comforting him.)
(somewhere, wwx is crying about being betrayed, jin ling is comforting him.)
(thinking about jin ling and lan wangji quietly pushing and playing with shiba-jc's paw pads and he just. lets them. he's already sunk low enough! why should he care! he doesn't care! he's a dog!!!)
