Thread by @Foxypepsi1

🧵 Thread fic

#XieLianWeek2022

🌺 Day 2 Prompt: Second Ascension

Book 4, Wuming POV + bonus #hualian (#wulian) 800 years later

The stomped-over petals of the white flower were scattered across the floor. A miserable beauty thoroughly trampled—It reminded Wuming of his god.

Wuming just stared, a horrified expression hidden behind his mask as his beloved, pierced himself through with the same damned black sword that caused him so much suffering already, jumping down to land flat on the cold Lang'er Bay ground.

He admittedly hated the way His Highness resulted to do this, but he had a hunch why he's still trying so hard.

After all, he said what he said: His Highness will forever be His Highness.

Besides, Wuming understood it like no one else what it meant to feel one person enough.

Wuming almost heaved a deep, shuddering sigh—then he remembered he didn't need to anymore.

He was sent away. He doesn’t give a damn. He will continue to look after His Highness from afar, to protect him when necessary.

Who would have thought that three days later when Wuming fulfilled his self-proclaimed purpose to be the one to protect His Highness, Xie Lian would gain the very thing he will regret the most for the entirety of his life.

The act itself was a sacrifice.
The ascension was a mistake, followed by lifetimes of repentance.

-800 years later-

Xie Lian carefully swept the glistering sheen of sweat from his forehead and temples with the back of his hand.

"San Lang, I'm done!"

"Can I look now?"

Hua Cheng strolled behind Xie Lian, resting his chin in the dip of his neck, his palms cupping Xie Lian's shoulders.

First, he looked stunned. Then came a chuckle, and when a quick kiss dropped above Xie Lian’s collarbone, Xie Lian let out a soft, relieved laugh too.

Next to their cottage on Taicang Mountain amidst the delicate white flowers, there was a new set of tiny red flowers, planted by Xie Lian’s own hands.

Red flowers for Wuming.

"San Lang, I've always been very fond of the white flowers. You know that, right?"

"En." Hua Cheng murmured into Xie Lian's neck. Xie Lian's hand came to rest on the back of Hua Cheng's.

"What my San Lang doesn't know I took a liking to this little red one for quite some time now."

Xie Lian stepped forward. The little flower swayed with how his fingertips skimmed over, caressing the petals.

"Welcome home." Xie Lian whispered, and he smiled as he had smiled at every red flower he passed by through 800 years.

/ END🌺 - Stay tuned for Day 3!

We delve into happier territory with Day 3: Martial God, I swear 😅
It will be a "thread-y-fied" sfw part of a full nsfw fic I'm doing for His Highness' birthday - just hualian doing some martial arts 😄🥳

My entry for Day 1 is here:

https://twitter.com/Foxypepsi1/status/1545663638891118592?t=hDLniN1dpgbgtGbujZf8Sw&s=19