thinking about Jiang Cheng birthday softness (not quite full fluff, because Setting Issues) in my usual #sangchengyao setup. Nie Huaisang surprisingly takes control, flatly refusing to let Jin Guangyao stress himself over planning. "You handle presents instead," he insists,
knowing both that Jin Guangyao desperately needs the break and that he *likes* present shopping when he can afford to do it.
He and Jiang Yanli get their heads together to plan and execute a menu for a small intimate gathering (and if she intuits that he's doing all this because
of his insecurity as to what he brings to the relationship and they end up having an impromptu mutual therapy conversation over the cooling fires, no one needs to know about it).
The two of them even try to coax Wei Wuxian out of the Burial Mounds. ("No one will see you,
Wei-xiong," Huaisang promises. "We've got a disguise all ready.")
They fail, but leave the (great deal of) excess birthday food, and he 'pays' them with some new experimental talismans Jiang Cheng might be able to use for the reconstruction effort (because he can't just say
they're gifts).
Two boyfriends and a sister sneak the food and gifts into Lotus Pier under the knowing winks and grins (and a few additional gifts) of the disciples and set up in the room Jiang Cheng is using until the family quarters are rebuilt.
After a long day of training
new recruits and slogging through paperwork, Jiang Cheng had actually managed to *forget* it was his birthday (fortunately Yanli realizes this and intercepts her brother before their surprise can set off his fight or flight instinct).
It's hardly the grand party a sect leader's
birthday celebration should be, and there are so many people he wishes could have been there and will never be there again.
But even so, as he sits down to eat with three people who love him enough to pull this off and the in-spirit well-wishes of a dozen more,
Jiang Cheng finds that he is content.
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semi-incoherent endgame-sangyao sexy-curse-gone-horribly-wrong whump idea that appeared in a dream. thread or no thread?
here we go!
(warnings: very little effort has been made to make this any more logical than i dreamed it, also mentions of self-abusive language, disordered eating, implied hallucinations, and... i think that's the worst of the unpleasant stuff?)
So!
Using my usual sort of frankencanon, Nie Huaisang and Meng Yao knew each other before the war. Huaisang is currentl living among the Nie war tents, and though he's not doing anything "important," as far as the battles go, he's helping out the medical crews and not getting
#ruosang for @Meirun5
The Whump Wheel chose... Mind Control! (man, these keep being creepily on the nose)
---
The Undying Sun slowly paced around the small figure writhing against the bonds holding him up and the collar that was sealing itself to his skin.
Stopping, he reached
out and pressed his fingertips to the large jade centerpiece of it, activating the small array carved into the stone.
"I hate seeing you in such misery, little bird," he crooned soothingly in response to the gag-muffled screech the second half of the spell drew from his victim.
"But you've forced my hand. If you can't behave on your own, then you need... *help.*"
With one final lash of spiritual power, the struggling body went limp against the bindings and all of the talismans and arrays went dark.
I have no idea what the ship tag for this is, but Zhuzhi-lang/Huaisang for @solacegrief
The Whump Wheel chose... Poisoning! (hand to god i shit you not)
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The snake yao was bigger than him, but also more slow moving and much dumber. Once Zhuzhi-lang had finished biting it
full of holes and then tearing it to fine shreds, he abandoned the corpse and rushed back over to the human curled up on the ground.
Nie Huaisang's breathing had started to turn into shallow, desperate gulps for air and sweat was pouring from his skin even as he shivered.
The area around his neck and shoulder had turned a disgusting purple-green-black color with spreading threads of black where the venom had leeched under his skin.
Seeing it, Zhuzhi-lang momentarily wished he'd made the yao suffer longer. But no, that would have cut the time they
#sangyu for @TheLadyLudovica
The Whump Wheel chose... Migraine!
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Though he still had to keep quiet enough not to draw attention to himself, Mo Xuanyu made his way through the halls as quickly as he could.
Even though Nie-xiong always forgave him when it happened, he *hated*
it whenever his... his *"lessons"* made him late for their usual appointment for tea.
And it wasn't just for the fact that meeting with Nie-xiong meant much more food than he usually got for a meal. He genuinely adored Nie-xiong's company, and Nie-xiong genuinely seemed to like
him as well.
*Him!*
Red-faced, and not just from having to cross the grounds of Koi-tower so quickly, he skidded to a halt in front of Nie-xiong's guest room and knocked.
"Come in," came the reply from inside.
Nie-xiong's voice sounded weirdly thin and exhausted, and
#zhansang/#wangsang for @onlydinnerfor2
The Whump Wheel chose... Deafening!
---
Even at the distance he'd been standing, the shockwave of the blast had been enough to nearly knock him off his feet. As he regained his balance and looked around at the smoke and debris and wounded
and disoriented cultivators picking themselves up off the ground, he felt his stomach start to sink.
Nie Huaisang had been much closer to the center of the explosion, almost enough to take it point blank.
Where-
Using some spiritual power to help clear the smoke, he inhaled
sharply through his teeth when he saw Nie Huaisang -disheveled, filthy, and clearly injured, but *alive*- struggling to push himself into a sitting position.
He didn't remember even crossing the room. One moment he had spotted his sometimes-partner, the next he was gripping a
#sangcheng for @mirellasnape
The Whump Wheel chose... Burned!
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The plan had seemed sound when it was made.
The younger disciples would use flares to drive the creature into the clearing where he and the older disciples were waiting, and then he would use Zidian to snare
it so the disciples would have an easier time to kill it.
And, at first, everything had gone as expected.
What they hadn't been expecting was how much the creature could still thrash even in Zidian's coils.
What they hadn't been expecting was that one of the juniors would
attempt to help kill it faster by flinging one of the unused flares at it.
And what they *definitely* hadn't expected was that the combination of the two would send the lit flare directly at *Nie Huaisang*, who had attempted to dodge it only to be struck in the back, igniting