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#ChengYi #Xicheng (former) A/B/O

'Jin Ling is going to kill me.' Jingyi thinks with a dry gulp of despair. "He's going to kill me and cut my body up in tiny little pieces, so I'll never reincarnate ever again." He moans softly.

Tears silently fall from honeydew hue eyes as the

omega stands naked in the center of the room.

He's a shivering mess of nakedness, soreness, and deep grooved love bites, as a strangely sticky but wet-like substance trickles down from between his pale legs.

His eyes had not once left the person who continues to sleep on,

unaware of the inner turmoil the only one awake was going through.

Jiang-zongzhu continues to sleep on with soft snores, as his scent of thunderstorms, sage, honey, and smoked pine-needles swirl lightly in the air with a pleased and smug undertone.

The sheer covers of

golden-lavender only cover his waistline, but not enough to hide the deep groves of his pelvis, stating the sleeping alpha was also naked.

His honey tanned chest full of muscles and raised scars seemed brightly highlighted by the sunlight slowly traveling through the curtains,

and Jingyi swears his tongue can still remember the taste of that man's skin.

Jingyi pinched his arm harshly, before letting out a loud hiss of pain.

Yeah, he was still in the same horrible reality he had been when he woke up twenty minutes ago trapped within his friend's

uncle's arms.

He still faintly recalls the loud thumping of the man's heart against his ear, which was pressed to the center of his chest.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jingyi cries as he harshly grips his hair and pulls it tightly in a small sense of denial-like hope that he'll wake

up, and that every single rule he had broken the following night was a sheer nightmare he had dreamed up.

"Fuck." he curses as he stumbles over a discarded shoe he was pretty sure was Jiang-Zongzhu's.

He's unable to regain his balance and is sent crashing to the floor and into

a pile of empty wine jars.

Quite loudly, to the point it nearly wakes up the sleeping alpha, much to Jingyi's terror.

Nevermore had he been grateful for Jin Ling's rambling mouth and the knowledge that Jiang-Zongzhu was a heavy sleeper after a night of drinking, or otherwise

he would be stiff like a statue from the amount of terror thinking of the alpha waking up to find their large mistake.

"Think, Jingyi. Think." Jingyi mutters to himself as with another pained hiss, he moves back onto his feet and begins the treasure hunt of finding his clothes.

"Use your stupid brain for once and figure out how you-" Jingyi trails off as his now half-dressed form took in the few broken wine jars that had broken his fall.

The memories of the night before slam forcefully into his head.

Right. Jingyi had done a stupid thing.

Which was

never nothing new to him, considering he was the most un-Lan who ever Lanned in the history of Lans.

He had a lot of stupid mistakes.

His friend had his ascension ceremony. The alpha Jin Ling became the new sect leader of the Jin sect. So he, Lan Sizhui, and their other friend

Ouyang Zizhen came to support him.

Then one thing led to another.. Zizhen's talk of encouragement and the few cups of courage had him stumbling off to confess to Jin Ling.

The scene he came upon had not only broken his heart, but effectively killed it. His heart may beat in

his chest, but to him it was as good as dead.

Finding his childhood friend and fellow omega having his crush balls deep in him had ruined something inside of him.

He couldn't comprehend the sight before his eyes, and he could hear the audible crack his heart had made.

A-Yuan

had known, known the deep crush Jingyi had harbored for Jin Ling. He knows that A-Yuan knows, despite him not truly admitting to it.

They've always been able to read each other, much like the Jades Twins could themselves.

So the hurt, the deep impending betrayal he feels

clawing in his chest as if trying to escape out in a comprehending way he could accept, has him suffocating.

The betrayal burns like his qi now through his body. It burns through him like the lava from the long now deserted Qishan itself.

It takes root into the very marrow of

his bones and settles itself next to the grief of a broken heart.

He can feel the sting of the palms of his skin that his nails dig deeply into when they turn into claws because of overwhelming grief and rage.

A part of him shatters.

A part of him splinters.

A part of him

cracks in ways he did not expect as he continues to witness the tight before him. Continues to hear the moans, pleas, whispers of love, and wet skin.

The sheer utter agony he is in cannot escape past his lips, as his teeth sharpen and bite through his lower lip, as he prevents

his howls from escaping. He feels as if he is suffocating in an abyss of despair and anguish as blood spills into his mouth, choking him.

When it finally begins to get too much, he opens his mouth to scream, only for a warm callous hand to cover his eyes, as another hand

identical to the first wraps around his waist and fulls him back into a firm and muscled chest. "Come on, you don't need to see this." is softly whispered in his ear, and before he knows it, he's being gently tugged down the fancy hallway.

The voice of his surprised companion

is slightly muffled to his ears, that feel as if stuffed by cotton, but he still recognizes the voice.

He also understands the tone of pity, disappointment, and discernment. "I'm sorry." He remembers choking out. "I didn't mean."

"Don't apologize kid." Jiang-Zongzhu gruffly

states as he forces him into his personal chambers and into a tea at the low tea table. "You've done nothing wrong."

He remembered through fogging memories that he saw his pain reflected in the others eyes, and then blurting out who you loved before?

It had turned into them

drinking and talking, which then led to what-if's and why can't I's.

Somewhere along his question of 'Why can't no one love me?" Jiang-Zongzhu stated he would love him and do it properly.'

"Fuck. Fuck." Jingyi cries as he grips his throbbing head. "How can you be this pathetic

Lan Jia!" He kicks a piece of the jar aside in his angry self-deprecation, before grabbing his remaining sash and tying it properly.

Then with a final glance over his shoulder to the sleeping alpha, does the omega do as he always did, run from his problems.
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Lan Jingyi was nothing if not stubborned.

So with sheer strength, he had to summon from not only deep within his soul, but also from his ancestors who watched over him. Did he pretend he certainly did not have wild and crazy drunken sex with Jiang Wanyin, the famous Sandu

Shengshou and conveniently the uncle to his crush.

He pretends he's still a virgin, and does not see the guilty expressions of his childhood friend, his other friend, and his crush throw him during their joint night-hunts.

He also pretends that the changes within his body are not because Jiang Wanyin's knot took.

He desperately pretends he is not pregnant.

Lan Jingyi tries with all his might to ignore and deny he was pregnant.

He quietly prays daily and nightly to whatever Gods he could that

he was wrong, and Jiang Wanyin's knot did not take.

But as the evidence grew, he knew that even he could not out stubborn nature.

Though it was easy to the first few weeks, because physically nothing much changed. Lan Jingyi had felt a little different, but it was easy to

rationalize feelings away. 'He's had practice at that since his childhood of never being enough of a proper Lan.'

It became progressively harder when more tangible signs started to appear. Still, Lan Jingyi pretended the morning sickness he endured was from stress or food

poisoning, the dizziness from his golden core straining itself to work properly, the inability to keep down any type of food, to the fact he was lacking proper sleep, and the swollen pain in his hands and feet, to his training.

But his stomach and chest swell, and when one late

winter evening after having a bath, he catches the undeniable bump between his hips in the reflection of the mirror, as he walks by it. There is no amount of denial that can will away reality. No amount of faithful praying for a miraculous miracle.

Lan Jingyi did not need to see

the corner of his nest where various silks and blankets, a few which he had stolen, piled with both his and Jiangzhu's scent to prove that the alpha's knot took.

So once more Lan Jingyi did what he did best.

He packed a few of his things in one of the few qiankun bags he owned,

wrote a brief goodbye note, and finished by placing his ribbon on his pillow before he ran off into the night, using the moonlight's glow as his lantern and the deep nightly shadows as his shield.
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It was an odd sight happening in Cloud Recesses, as the Head Disciple of the Juniors Divison in the Lan Sect swiftly ran down the hallways and courtyards with a frantic expression on his serene handsome face.

Clutched desperately in one hand was a crumpled handwritten

letter. "A-die! Baba! Bofu! Yeye!" Lan Sizhui cried out with terror as he without a care burst into the meeting room and threw himself into his adoptive parents' arms.

Perhaps at any other moment when his mind was clearer, he would have been mortified with breaking several sect rules, but at this moment in time he didn't care.

"A-Yuan, what is it?" His baba softly spoke, his gray eyes only a few shades brighter than his own shine with concern and worry.

"Baba! A-Yi!" Lan Sizhui cries as he runs into his baba's open arms, ignoring the scandalized huff from his yeye. "It's A-Yi baba. Help!"

Everyone

went still at the mention Jingyi.

Two of the people in the room went beyond still and more-like a corpse, as fear, worry, and concern flooded their insides like river water during winter.

The first person to go ridge with fear was Lan Qiren, who had nearly dropped his teacup

with startlement and panic.

Not many people knew Lan Jia, courtesy name Lan Jingyi was actually Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen's first cousin through their uncle.

After Cloud Recesses was burned and the Sunshot Campign officially started, the remaining Lan elders were worried that

both Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen would die prematurely before giving offspring of their own.

Hence in a desperate and parnoid move, they strong-armed the omega Lan Qiren to produce offspring of his own.

Jingyi's other parent had died in the war. A childhood who respected Lan Qiren in his own right, and he thought that in another life where he was so heavily tied with filial piety, they could have been mates.

The second person was Jiang Cheng.

Anyone with sharper hearing and

good cultivation would have heard the teacup in his hands, his low hiss of protest from the strength his hands had been squeezing it.

Unbeknownst to the young omega, Jiang Cheng remembered everything of that night. His skin, his smell, his groans, his taste.

He remembers it

all with both a pleased and mortified emotion.

Pleased, because his inner alpha had finally shown interest in someone. That he has served the omega well.

Mortified because this was his nephew's friend! And despite having a golden core slowed the aging process, there was still

a good decade and half gape.

Mortified because he had had no the mating process backwards!