it's a normal day at work, and jc meimei receives a reply from her supervisor lxc, who has reviewed the documents she's sent him with his usual cheery, polite message
but he ends it off with "I really enjoyed the story you sent me, I hope you don't mind my comments.😊"
Story? What story? jc's confusion turns into horror when she opens up the compressed file to find the personal fanfiction she wrote about herself and her hot, kind supervisor, the word document peppered with comments here and there, the most egregious being-
"correction: my erect penis is actually nine inches long ☺️"
The next day, lxc receives a resignation letter from jc, his most efficient and favourite coworker. He sprints to her office.
LXC: MISS JIANG, WHY ARE YOU-
JC: DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO 😱😱
JC: I'M RESIGNING EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
Xichen looks at her a little sadly, bottom lip jutting out slightly.
LXC: you don't have to leave over this, no one else knows, I promise. But I will respect your decision.
LXC: anyway, are you free for dinner at seven tonight?
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The protective wards around the Burial Mounds rippled red at the approach of foreign individuals - and Wei Wuxian looked up from his scrawls on scraps of paper at the flicker of energies.
Amid the drab brown and grey, two figures stood - brilliant purple and pure white.
Compared to the Wen remnants in tattered, bedraggled clothes, the two looked like princes in their fine clothes and silver headpieces. Wei Wuxian idly twirled his flute better his fingers as he ran over. "Jiang Cheng? Lan Zhan?! What are you two here for?"
"Pack your shit." Jiang Cheng growled, blue eyes swiping across the shabby huts and meagre plots of land, "You and everyone here are coming back to Lotus Pier."
Behind them were disciples in purple and white, Jiang and Lan disciples with surprised looks on their faces.
Jiang Cheng wakes up at Lotus Pier, her childhood home. Her abdomen aches when she sits up, and she falls back onto the bed she is lying on, disoriented and bewildered. The place is familiar, but strange
- as if she is meant to be somewhere else, and her siblings come visit her, Wei Wuxian barreling in followed by her serene A-Jie. They fuss over how she is feeling, faces growing dark when she mentions the pain in her stomach, sharing glances at each other, and she demands to
be privy to their thoughts.
"It's nothing, Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian finally says, after what it seems like a whole silent conversation with A-Jie, which only makes her more suspicious. "You were sick, that's all."
Whatever discretion they tried to give her is shattered by
hornee brain says eggs. angsty brain says jc pregnant with lxc's dragon eggs get strung up and beaten until the eggs crack inside her and cause her to bleed internally and wOW
While they are courting, Lan Xichen tells her everything. Lets his dragon horns, as white as snow, slowly protrude out of his forehead, lapping scales cover his jawline and a long, white tail emerge from under his clothes. His brown eyes turn gold and irises sharpen into slits.
"I'm a dragon, my heart." He murmurs softly, and she can see the nervousness on his face. She gapes, stepping forward to run a finger along the scales on his face and hands, touches his horns, which makes him shiver. "A-Ah, those are sensitive."
She can touch them, they are real
and she is not dreaming, her lover is a dragon.
"Can you change into a dragon completely?" She asks, and he nods with wide eyes.
"I had no idea dragons were real," Jiang Cheng admits, "but. Um. Here you are."
A dragon that's- "very handsome." She murmurs automatically, a blush
"Mama!" With large, shining round eyes and chubby cheeks, a five-year-old Jiang Cheng is unrestrained and full of wonder, looking at his mother and pointing at the First Young Master Lan next to Sect Leader Lan at the front of the arriving Gusu Lan delegation - "It's a fairy!"
Yu Ziyuan jerks to look at her son, before quickly snapping, "It's rude to point! And greet out guests properly!"
"But he's handsome like one!" Jiang Cheng pouts.
"Don't be rude!"
Eight-year-old Lan Xichen has a startled look on his face that soon morphs into a genuine smile-
at the innocent compliment he was just given. He salutes the little Young Master of Lotus Pier in return, eyes turning into crescents full of mirth as the younger boy stares at him in awe, like he's never seen anything so splendid.
so annoying that we come into existence with expectations like ohh you're a kid you have to study and get good grades etc and then when you're an adult you have to work and pay taxes and invest and all that shit like what the fuck. what the fuck. Why do I have to do this bullshit
this is like quasi buddhist but like so many pressures and constructs are man made like academics and consumerism and "family honour" like it's perfectly fine to like pretty things or have goals like a career or profession you want to do or accomplishments you have but so much
other shit is completely optional. We're all made of dirt and we just live here like every other human or every other living creature and we're insignificant in the scale of the universe like we can just chill, no one cares, we have limited time so make the most out of it