On a stroll in the mortal realm, a dark shape in the river catches Lan Xichen's eye, and he peers closer to identify a small struggling creature - a black cat in the water, drowning.
With a turn of his heel and a push of his foot, he gracefully leaps forward,
the white-robed figure shifting into a silver dragon in the span of a millisecond and surging just above the water's surface, snatching the feline out of the river with his silver claws and landing neatly on the other side.
The cat yowls, thrashing. "No! Let me go!"
He tries to jump into the river again, but Xichen thankfully is still gripping onto him, and holds him back. "You will drown!" He says urgently, surprised at the cat's ability to speak. Clearly, it is more than a mere animal, but still weak, subject to the same mortality.
when wwx rescues jc from the wens with wn's help, her scent is all wrong- that is to say, she actually has a scent. betas shouldn't have one, not the twisted scent of char and withering lotuses leaking out of her limp, unconscious body.
when she awakes, she clings on to wwx, letting out a high-pitched whine - the sound of a distressed omega as she rubs her neck instinctively against him, the point where a scent gland would be red and swollen. "Wei Ying, hurts." she sobs, trembling all over.
wq has checked her vitals and her expression is grim. Her hormones are wildly fluctuating inside her, qi is oddly concentrated at her neck and especially at her lower abdomen. "She's going through a heat." She tells wwx.
svsss shen twins au where shen yuan, knowing that lbh is hunting down shen jiu to kill his scummy shizun, decides to pose as his twin brother and be killed in his stead to fake shen jiu's death
and lbh's psyche shatters when he discovers he's killed his beloved yuan-ge
when shen yuan regains consciousness again, it's in the middle of an array of blood, lbh's eyes glowing red and face flecked with blood "shizun, shizun?" and shen yuan instinctively says - "binghe?" making lbh grin in gleeful, desperate, manic relief before hugging him
"you came back to me, shizun!" and sy looks down to find his wrists shackled - wrists of hands callused with years of training, in a body that feels lighter, firmer, stronger,
"why did you leave me?" lbh demands, gripping sy's shoulders, "why did you pretend to be that scum?"
still love the time travel au where jc, 30+ tired jiujiu, gets yeeted back into his teenage self and goes through the ssc again, but his caretaking jiujiu energy draws everyone with daddy issues to him like moths to a flame
or should I say whores to a daddy-
jc, commending nmj on his military strategies, once again reminded of nmj's skills, jc comforting lxc, once again confronted by how much they went through as youths, now knowing that lxc hides his worries behind a smiling mask, jc rallying the jiang troops with rhetoric,
taking the time to listen and affirm them, they are all so young, fighting for their homes and their lives, and people mean it when they call him jiang-xiong, even if they are older than him
his reputation soon reflects his actions as someone who looks after his men and allies,
To maintain peace between the Five Great Sects, the host of the annual Discussion Conference changes each year.
Qishan Wen currently has the honour, and their opening ceremony is as grand and impressive as the sprawling Nightless City.
Jin Guangshan would never grant his wife the seat next to him, as if they were equals. Qingheng-Jun remains in seclusion, and Lan Qiren is unmarried, as is the young Nie Mingjue and Jiang Fengmian.
The only woman present at the Discussion is Yu Ziyuan,
the proud Madam Wen in white and red and a golden crown matching her husband's diamond adornment, the phoenix to his dragon.
As the guests are welcomed into the main hall of the Nightless City, Jiang Fengmian smiles fondly at his almost-wife after his salute,
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.