Give me no nonsense and blunt omega dentist Jiang Cheng who has somehow found himself with the supernatural as his clientele. (They pay super well.)
(They also simp hard for their super pretty dentist who’s entirely unbothered with sticking
his hand down a werewolf’s throat.)
The werewolf Nie Mingjue has actually creamed his pants after accidentally gagging on one of Jiang Cheng’s tools and being caught off guard as the dentist shook his head and off-handedly stated. “And this is why I’m glad I have no gag reflex.”
Vampire Xichen nearly creams his pants when Jiang Cheng threatens to pull his fang if he doesn’t lay off the sweets.
Just thinking how Wen Ning is his dental assistant and a fledging Phoenix and that when he has a burning day Jiang Cheng barely blinks and just tucks chickning
into his coats pocket until he returns to normal.
(Spoiler is he tends to stay a few extra days in Jiang Chengs coat much to his sisters amusement.)
Perhaps his favorite patient is cute little A-Ling whose half elf. “LOOK JIUJIU IM BRUSHING MY TEETH!”
Jiang Cheng wearing
sunglasses as he cleans his nephews teeth. “So fucking bright.” Mumbled underneath his breath.
And if Zixuan ends up with his least favorite fluoride clean because he was caught laughing at his brother-in-law..
Jiang Cheng having to prep for three days before taking Huaisang
because apparently Kitsune’s like shiny things and he just couldn’t keep affording to replace his tools that go missing.
Hence now a pouting Huaisang gets just beige wrapped tools in a boring plain room.
Xiao Xingchen laughing his ass of at his fellow dentist because he is so
dense and also just does not understand how supernaturals court.
Nie Mingjue’s jealous expression of watching Jiang Cheng give the precious fetch ball to another dog. (An actual dog.) had him in stitches for days.)
But yeah… Dr. Jiang. 😏😌
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'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.
Time was strange, Jiang Cheng realizes over the years.
It was strange in the way time seemed to blur together, and suddenly years have gone on by. It was also strange in the way where sometimes it slowed itself down to the point where Jiang Cheng finds himself unable
to breathe.
Those years were the hardest.
He also learns that time is a cruel, cruel thing as the world continues on, and he's left in a standstill of pain, grief, and madness.
His grieving never seemed to stop, not even on the good days.
And for years he had been bitter,
mad, and lost.
They lied to him when they said time made things easier. That dealing with the loss would get easier.
It's agony.
It was as if someone had wrenched his heart out of his chest and pierced it with a poisoned dagger. It was as if someone had taken his golden core
#Xicheng A/B/O (Jiang Cheng) went missing when he was eighteen, leaving behind his family, friends, and boyfriend. Several years later, Lan Xichen knocks on his neighbor's apartment door to introduce himself. A completely different Jiang Cheng answers the door.)
It started with
a slap.
Jiang Cheng had been stunned as white-static like noise buzzed in his ears. Seeing his husband's apologetic expression and a promise he won't do it again had him stay.
In all honesty, he had no where else to go anyways. W
'A-Cheng, I'm so sorry, baby. My runt is coming
up, and you know how I am during that time. I promise it won't happen again.' I love you.'
Another slap followed.
And another.
Then it became fists into his thighs and his legs into his sides. Rough sex and no more love.
"Stop looking at him like that!" Xichen growled to his best friend, Mingjue.
Nie Mingjue, who had followed him to the concert of their mutual friend Jiang Wanyin and his band, Zidian, was staring hard as Jiang Wanyin did the splits on the stage without stumbling
on a single line of the song he was singing.
"I think I can politely look, considering the certain silent war you two have going on won't affect me much compared to you."
Lan Xichen gave a wince at his best friend's blunt words. For the last four years, Jiang Wanyin and him had
been friends-with-benefits to help each of them during their heats and ruts.
It's just the last year had seen Lan Xichen fall in love with the gray eyed beauty.
Then one day he decided to confess. He had it perfectly planned out, only for A-Yao to come out and confess to him.
The one where when Wei Wuxian and him come home from getting their second gender results. Wei Ying is an Alpha, and Jiang Cheng is an Omega.
The one where another fight breaks out between the parents about the clear favoritism of a servant than his
own son.
The one where Jiang Cheng just snaps. Screams and rages, and finally just goes so so so quiet. So quiet that don't even hear him running away that very same night.
The one where four years passed since seventeen year old Jiang Cheng had ran away. He returns being
found by a distraught and relieved Wei Ying, but a confused Lan Zhan, when they walk into Xichen's apartment to find them passed out on the couch half-dressed.
The one where Wei Ying becomes horrified when he learns Xichen had met him a few weeks ago when he saved his life from
It has been six months since you have passed on from this world, my love.
Six months and today was the day I finally went to the fields of where you grew up. I ventured throughout your home, still a ghost of what it used to be after your
death, and finally saw those fireflies you had been so keenly and fond of till the day you drew your final breath.
It was 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.
Oh, it was more than what you had described to me in words, A-Cheng. I had painted what I could of the scenery before I broke down
in loud sobs.
A-Ling and A-Yi came to comfort me.
They too are devastated, like I and those of your friends.
Oh, A-Cheng, the agony, the grief, the languishing pain that crawls through my beating heart until it latches onto my lungs, and suffocates me slowly as I wish, and I