Thread by @gege_writes

mdzs omegaverse/vampire?? au where depending on your secondary gender [once you present] you have a mark that represents your mate (NOT your fated soulmate, that one is different)
omega- lower belly
alpha- under collarbone/ side varies
beta- shoulder
#wangxianau

once you’ve actually met them [fated soulmate] a piece of jewelry (ex. ring, necklace, bracelet) will begin to form on you and will tighten the longer you stay close to your mate without an official bond.

So when the Second Jade of Gusu begins to wear robes with higher collars+

everyone assumes he must’ve started forming his mates mark. they’re sure it must be a beautiful shimmering blue cloud or a beautiful purple lotus or even a fierce silver beast decorating his collarbone under his many layers of robes. maybe the second jade is too shy to display +

it in hopes of finding his mate faster like some do, or maybe he’s too stuck up to show it proudly. that he thinks no one could ever be worthy to have him. after all he is the mighty hgj, the bearer of light and purity, the 2nd most sought out *alpha* of the cultivation world+

!!!

This is sort of around the time wxx gets thrown into burial mounds but there is changes to the storyline and details so beware of that - so yes wxx and lwj have met!

lwj and wxx are both 17
jc is 15, jyl is 19, nhs is 16
lxc and nmj are both 21

!!!

what they don’t know is that lwj is just overwhelmed with it, that he hides it because he’s afraid of what it could mean. because everyone knows there’s only one clan whose robes seem to be drenched in blood and laced with sin. the wens. +

and everyone knows that all the young masters have countless chosen mates already. that they’re cruel and heartless. that they are everything lwj despises and has sworn to erase from the face of the earth. so if lwj will have to deal with dangerous teas and special suppressants+

for the rest of his days, he will do so gracefully.

But as the days pass and the bloody tear drop that decorated his delicate collarbone gets closer and closer to his Adam’s apple, lwj is afraid he wont be able to help in the defeat of the Wens. That he will leave his brother+

and uncle much too soon. He is afraid they will notice how he struggles for air in the smoky and stuffy battlefield. He is afraid his excuse of the alpha Wen stench sensitivity will be revealed, that the world will know he’s hanging on that read thread of fate- of misery. +

he sees the way wy and his brother share worried glances, like they know something is wrong but they cant decipher it. He sees the way that mischievous alpha panics when he sways or struggles with swallowing his congee. It’s almost like he’s actually worried, like he cares +

but why would wy care? Everyone knows he’s got a fated mate, a mate that isn’t lwj. Lwj hasn’t presented but its a given that he’ll be an alpha as well. Just like his father, another ruthless dragon. Sickeningly born with only the drive to guard his treasure, his omega. +

Yet lwj can’t understand why the alpha with the crimson ribbon follows him around like the moon orbiting the sun. Expect he is the sun, with his radiant smile and joyous laughter. The way he shifts from foot to the other when he presents his little gifts to lwj, like +

he’s so nervous his body cant hide it. It’s almost as if he was courting him, like mates do before they bond. Ridiculous! An alpha courting another alpha? It’s unheard of, no honorable sect would allow such thing. How is wy not afraid of repercussions? How shameless of him +

But then again.. why hasn’t he reported such behavior to shufu or his brother? His brother must have noticed the endless peonies and gentians that now decorate his quarters, or the different jade pins he wears everyday. Right? He hadn’t had those before, his brother would know +

Then again his brother has been rather busy preparing to become sect leader, their father is no longer the lively and powerful sect leader he once was. His grief of having lost his mate too much to bear, his fate inevitable. For every mate left alone will wither away +

slowly but surely. Just like the pretty flowers that rest abandoned in his room, just like the light in his fathers eyes when the wens attack their home. His sect leader, his father- helpless as he ties string after string to form their chord assassination technique+

around every rock and branch surrounding the chilly cave. Fingers bloody and uneasy smile and he tells his little Zhan-Zhan that he’ll keep them safe no matter what. As he screams at his shufu to take them deeper into the cave, that the clouds will keep them safe+

Prayers and empty promises whispered while they rush through the slippery tunnels and his uncle repeatedly unlocks hidden passageways he never knew existed, just like the cave his father rushed them to. Just like the gentle look in his fathers eyes and the panic in shufus.+

Unknown, foreign and strange. Overwhelming really, then it hits. Uncle isn’t using his qi to light their path, no- the light is coming from behind. It’s coming from the cave. Fire, the cave is on fire and its blazing so hot lwj can feel it crawling through his skin+

He turns hastily towards the fire, fingertips moving towards the warmth only to meet an ice wall so hard it chips the tip of his nail. His feet are growing numb and his breathing much to difficult. His vision hazy and his voice tired, he tries asking shufu to slow down+

Black envelopes him for a moment, until he sees that radiant smile and shining silver eyes. Where was shufu, his brother? Were they safe? Why didn’t his limbs respond to him? Why couldn’t he hear wwx clearly? He’s sure those blurry features are wwx’s +

He could hear his name being called, he knew that voice. It was wwx, he could never mistake that alpha’s scent either. But why was wwx here? Cloud Recesses was in flames wasn’t it? He had so many questions but his limbs felt so heavy and his mind screamed to rest+

So he let the alpha’s scent lull him to sleep. He was safe.

——

This got a lot longer than I thought it’d be
Might move it to ao3 if it doesn’t go poof

——

Wei Ying, Wei Ying. Wei Ying!

Something in him screamed for Wei Ying, something was wrong. So so wrong, he could feel it deep in his bones. He could feel it in the way his stomach twisted and the way his chest tightened. The feeling worsening per second +

until the pain became so unbearable a scream ripped its way through his lips. Then nothing, the pain was gone and so was the voice screaming at him for Wei Ying. It was quiet and numb, his body limp and eyes teary. Muffled voices murmuring until his shufu and brother stormed in.+

Worry heavy in their eyes, his uncles eyes suddenly shifting as a gasp left his lips. Horror and pity replacing the worry, his eyes shifting back and forth.

What was his uncle so horrified at? Had he been burned in their escape? Hands quickly moving to touch skin+

he felt no bumps- no scarring. Fingers moving hastily over all the skin in his reach, then he felt it. The small delicate chain that wrapped around his neck. It felt heavy now, like it was made of chain as thick as shackles. His feet responding quicker than his mind+

as he sat up and walked towards the small mirror his mother had gifted him when he received his first forehead ribbon. A gasp leaving his own lips as he saw his tear streaked face and chapped lips, and finally the necklace. The once fiery stone that hung from his neck+

was now dull and cracked like burned out coal. The chain still shined though, like a small ember of hope.

His uncle finally storming over, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes confused. He had never shared this burden to them, had never told them he had a fated mate.+

Suddenly his shufu was forcing him to turn and tearing his robes open, his brother quickly trying to step in.

“wangji” was all they said before looking away. Confused he turned back to the small mirror. There on his lower stomach was a ugly scar, the skin pink and rough. +

In the shape of a- a flower? A lotus flower to be precise.

What? What did this mean?? Why was- this didn’t make sense. His mate- a Jiang? How did uncle know?

“You presented that night, during the fire. Xicheng noticed something glowing beneath your robes, your mark.” +

A small and soft apology left his brothers lips as they left.

He wanted them to stay, to ask questions and get answers, to not be alone..

Later on that day a servant came by to let him know that he had new correspondence, he also showed him to the pile of past correspondence+

It was all from the Jiang sect.

They were were all addressed to “Lan Zhan~” and of course they were all from the same shameless alpha. The dates were all close, multiple in a single week- yet it seemed there was no recent ones.

‘Did he stop writing once he realized I was not responding?’ lwj wondered +

But wwx was not the type to back down, he seemed forever put in winning lwj over so why didn’t he keep writing?

He must’ve heard of the attack on cloud recesses, was he- oh. Was he here? Maybe- maybe he wanted to see lwj?

Carefully twisting to his side he reached out and+

rang the small silver bell once. Shortly after a servant knocked softly and entered, offering a quick bow and standing straight to await lwj’s orders.

“has young master wei come to visit the gusu lan?” he asks, praying the young servant doesn’t hear the hope in his voice. he waits for an answer, when there’s none he raises his eyes towards where the servant stood. noticing his attention the servant offers him a small smile +

and asks to sit. lwj guides them over to the small table in the center of his rooms. the servant tells him how many lives were lost in the wen attack, how his father’s body is missing but the funeral rituals will begin in a few days nevertheless, how they all whisper +

in the dead of night that the second jade is soon to perish after rumor of his mates death reached their greedy ears. there may be rules but humans are all the same, lan or not. they don’t dare speak it twice though, after all they all know the consequences if one falls. +

finally the servant sighs and pulls out three letters from within his robes, a sad smile on his lips as he hands them over.

“young master wei did visit, he pulled you from the cave after it shut your uncle and the young sect leader out. quite the stubborn young man that one.”+

offering the best bow he had to lwj he left the quarters.

turning the letters over to see the seals, he frowned. two jiang and one jin.

[taking a break now]

walking over to the desk, he sat down and broke open the seal of the first jiang letter. the calligraphy that covered the scroll was messy yet perfectly done. he knew it like it was his own, could smell the faint scent of the alpha. of wei ying. +

the words were laced with excitement and a hint of hurt. its contents bittersweet, like the most comforting embrace you could ever feel.. like a sweet goodbye. lwj did not know why the alphas tone made his chest ache, or why he felt like he was being torn into a thousand bits+

he didn’t understand why with every question his mind provided a visual of the alpha that caused his chest to flush and eyes to blur with tears. it didn’t make sense, why did it feel like a goodbye? the letter was just expressing wei yings concern with his health and home+

it was simple, it was the usual selflessness that characterized the young alpha.

[going to bed now so goodnight]

the more he read the more his heart felt like it was being ripped apart inside his chest and the faster tears fell from his eyes. wei yings scent was strange on this letter, almost like he had scented it within measure. the alpha had never bothered with such modesties before+

lan zhan had expressed subtly before that the alphas scent didn’t bother him and the alpha had ran with it. he craved that scent so deep in him now, like he needed it more than the air in his lungs. the letter was nothing no news, just small stories of the alphas adventures+

of how clan leader jiang was anxiously preparing for battle after the news of the cloud recesses attack by the wens, of how lady jiang had entered a courtship with the peacock, how wei ying wished he could court his own omega someday.

oh how lan zhan wished he+

could be that omega, to be wei yings. gripping the letter tightly between his fingers he hugged it close to his chest. nose nuzzling down to inhale that scent while he cried the ache away.

[break time + woo im back]

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