#xiancheng / #chengxian
The sight of that lithe body spinning around that thin pole that should never be able to hold a human body up in the air so effortlessly like this has Wei Wuxian drooling unconsciously.
He’s at his bachelor’s party, celebrating his last night as
The sight of that lithe body spinning around that thin pole that should never be able to hold a human body up in the air so effortlessly like this has Wei Wuxian drooling unconsciously.
He’s at his bachelor’s party, celebrating his last night as
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a single man.
Yet in this very moment, ten seconds before the clock strikes twelve, he meets someone who takes his breath away—Wei Wuxian cannot even remember what he’s supposed to be doing the next day, let alone his soon-to-be husband.
Yet in this very moment, ten seconds before the clock strikes twelve, he meets someone who takes his breath away—Wei Wuxian cannot even remember what he’s supposed to be doing the next day, let alone his soon-to-be husband.
Wei Wuxian only knows one thing.
He wants to know who the dancer is, to know his name, his birthday, his favourite colours, his favourite food, the things he likes, the things he hates—/everything/.
He wants to know who the dancer is, to know his name, his birthday, his favourite colours, his favourite food, the things he likes, the things he hates—/everything/.
Wei Wuxian feels magnetised, his body moving before he knows it, until he’s right at the edge of the stage, so close to the dancer he can /breathe/ in the exhales he makes.
His friends’ concerns are lost to the world.
His friends’ concerns are lost to the world.
“Congratulations,” the dancer says when the music ends. His long legs that were wrapped around the pole now extend right in front of Wei Wuxian’s face.
He wants to bury his nose into the smooth, white flesh.
He wants to bury his nose into the smooth, white flesh.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” The dancer asks, quirking an eyebrow. Wei Wuxian’s brain alternates in stuttered thoughts between beautiful voice and gorgeous face.
Captivating, mesmerising.
Captivating, mesmerising.
“I think this idiot wants your name,” Wen Qing says on his behalf, resting her arm on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. Unlike the rest of his friends, there is a knowing look in her eyes.
She’s his best friend for a reason.
She’s his best friend for a reason.
If Wei Wuxian were a better man, he would turn around and go home right now.
He’s not. So he stays, stays and hears the name of the dancer that caught his eye.
Jiang Cheng. How pretty.
He’s not. So he stays, stays and hears the name of the dancer that caught his eye.
Jiang Cheng. How pretty.
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Wei Wuxian doesn’t remember getting home, but he distinctly remembers the graze of Jiang Cheng’s fingertips against his chin as the dancer thanks him for his enthusiasm during the performance.
Wen Ning had whispered to him about Lan Zhan, and how he should be
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Wei Wuxian doesn’t remember getting home, but he distinctly remembers the graze of Jiang Cheng’s fingertips against his chin as the dancer thanks him for his enthusiasm during the performance.
Wen Ning had whispered to him about Lan Zhan, and how he should be
getting some rest so that he can be awake and ready to head to the marriage bureau for their certificate registration at the appointed time, but it only fell onto deaf ears.
Wei Wuxian’s mind was the furthest away from Lan Zhan as possible.
Wei Wuxian’s mind was the furthest away from Lan Zhan as possible.
His dreams were littered with the twinkle in Jiang Cheng’s eyes as he spun on the pole, so furiously Wei Wuxian wonders how he wasn’t dizzy.
When morning comes, Wei Wuxian receives a text from Wen Qing,
When morning comes, Wei Wuxian receives a text from Wen Qing,
/still going ahead?/
Wei Wuxian thinks of the promises he made to the man he’s supposed to marry, and to the man he doesn’t know anything about.
It’s an easy decision.
Wei Wuxian thinks of the promises he made to the man he’s supposed to marry, and to the man he doesn’t know anything about.
It’s an easy decision.
/no/ he replies her message and pockets his phone.
He knows that Wen Qing will understand. She’s his best friend after all. Wei Wuxian wonders if he should feel guilt, but he can’t bring himself to.
He knows that Wen Qing will understand. She’s his best friend after all. Wei Wuxian wonders if he should feel guilt, but he can’t bring himself to.
Perhaps his relationship with Lan Zhan was not meant to be after all, if Wei Wuxian can’t even spur up a single drop of regret for ditching their marriage at the very last minute.
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Night falls, hours after he missed his appointed time with Lan Zhan
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Night falls, hours after he missed his appointed time with Lan Zhan
and ignored multiple calls and messages about his whereabouts, Wei Wuxian finds himself back at the club, waiting on a familiar face.
Jiang Cheng isn’t on the list of dancers for the night, but Wei Wuxian holds out hope anyway.
Jiang Cheng isn’t on the list of dancers for the night, but Wei Wuxian holds out hope anyway.
Lady Luck must be shining upon him because he hears light footsteps behind him and turning around to find himself face to face with the man that invaded his dreams since their first meeting.
“It’s the newlywed,” Jiang Cheng remarks, slightly shocked.
“It’s the newlywed,” Jiang Cheng remarks, slightly shocked.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?”
Wei Wuxian feels his throat dry up at the sight of Jiang Cheng, long hair lying loose over his shoulders—it looks soft and smooth to touch, and Wei Wuxian feels his fingers involuntarily twitch. It’s criminal, to be this
Wei Wuxian feels his throat dry up at the sight of Jiang Cheng, long hair lying loose over his shoulders—it looks soft and smooth to touch, and Wei Wuxian feels his fingers involuntarily twitch. It’s criminal, to be this
effortlessly seductive, stealing Wei Wuxian’s heart away.
“No, it’s cancelled,” Wei Wuxian finally croaks out.
Jiang Cheng moves to stand beside him, resting his elbows on the edge of the stage where another dancer is performing their tricks.
“No, it’s cancelled,” Wei Wuxian finally croaks out.
Jiang Cheng moves to stand beside him, resting his elbows on the edge of the stage where another dancer is performing their tricks.
“Shame, it’s a lovely time for a vacation. Why aren’t you with your spouse?”
Wei Wuxian reaches out to brush at a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of Jiang Cheng’s eyes when he moved—he didn’t even notice he had made a move.
Wei Wuxian reaches out to brush at a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of Jiang Cheng’s eyes when he moved—he didn’t even notice he had made a move.
Wei Wuxian gulps as almond-shaped eyes stare right back at him, as though looking through him, right into his soul.
“It’s cancelled. The whole thing,” Wei Wuxian explains. “I’m not—I’m not a newlywed.”
“It’s cancelled. The whole thing,” Wei Wuxian explains. “I’m not—I’m not a newlywed.”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t speak for a moment—a moment that feels like hours to Wei Wuxian, who begins to wonder if this is a huge mistake, maybe he shouldn’t be so hasty.
“Want something to drink?” Jiang Cheng asks finally, his gaze lingering on Wei Wuxian’s fingers,
“Want something to drink?” Jiang Cheng asks finally, his gaze lingering on Wei Wuxian’s fingers,
which had previously moved on their own accord. “I hear it helps get one’s mind off things, particularly favoured by the depressed.”
Wei Wuxian nods. His feet takes him where Jiang Cheng goes, like the tide, uncontrollable.
Wei Wuxian nods. His feet takes him where Jiang Cheng goes, like the tide, uncontrollable.
Wei Wuxian wonders if he should tell Jiang Cheng that he isn’t sad—/he/ was the one who abandoned the marriage after all, but he takes what life offers him, and if that’s a drink, so be it.
He wouldnt be Wei Wuxian if he turned down a drink after all.
He wouldnt be Wei Wuxian if he turned down a drink after all.
The bartender pours them a glass each. She looks at Wei Wuxian sceptically but Jiang Cheng’s calm demeanour stops her from saying anything untoward.
Wei Wuxian nurses his drink, glancing at Jiang Cheng from the corner of his eyes every so often.
Wei Wuxian nurses his drink, glancing at Jiang Cheng from the corner of his eyes every so often.
His glances must sting, because Jiang Cheng rests his cheek on his palm and smiles at Wei Wuxian.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Wei Wuxian almost, inelegantly and uncouth, barks out /I can??/ but manages to stop himself in time.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Wei Wuxian almost, inelegantly and uncouth, barks out /I can??/ but manages to stop himself in time.
“I will,” he says, as calm as a cucumber, though his heart is pounding like a racing car. “If you will so allow.”
“Only for the special ones.”
Wei Wuxian thinks he’s ascended. He must be in heaven, when did he die?
“Only for the special ones.”
Wei Wuxian thinks he’s ascended. He must be in heaven, when did he die?
“You’re a weird one,” Jiang Cheng muses while Wei Wuxian’s brain resets itself like an old computer. “Normally others would be sobbing and pouring their sorrows down by the bottle. Yet you’re unaffected.”
Wei Wuxian rubs at his bottom lip. “I called it off.”
Wei Wuxian rubs at his bottom lip. “I called it off.”
“Oh?” Jiang Cheng quirks an eyebrow. “Is there a story to tell? You were enjoying yourself last night.”
Wei Wuxian swallows around the lump in his throat. He turns his body towards Jiang Cheng and looks him in the eyes.
He wants to sink into them and drown within the depths.
Wei Wuxian swallows around the lump in his throat. He turns his body towards Jiang Cheng and looks him in the eyes.
He wants to sink into them and drown within the depths.
“Yes, I did. I enjoyed myself,” he says softly, reaching out slowly towards Jiang Cheng’s hand resting on his glass. Jiang Cheng lets Wei Wuxian pull his fingers off the glass one by one until they’re holding hands. “I met /you/.”
(O shit it’s late, I’ll go zzz first 💀)
(Ok I’m back, let’s continue #chengxian pole dancer JC au ft. Cuckji — already cucked, the warning is too late, I guess)
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Jiang Cheng pulls his hand out of Wei Wuxian’s grasp, but Wei Wuxian can still feel the phantom touch of his skin.
The dancer chews on his bottom lip.
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Jiang Cheng pulls his hand out of Wei Wuxian’s grasp, but Wei Wuxian can still feel the phantom touch of his skin.
The dancer chews on his bottom lip.
“You…” Jiang Cheng mutters as he backs away. “Sorry, the picture shall be postponed to another time.”
Wei Wuxian stretches his arm out, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to catch the fleeing dancer, only to grasp at the air. Jiang Cheng tugs on his collar,
Wei Wuxian stretches his arm out, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to catch the fleeing dancer, only to grasp at the air. Jiang Cheng tugs on his collar,
pulling his shirt over his head, revealing milky skin that Wei Wuxian wants to paint with bite marks and hickeys all over.
Jiang Cheng flicks a hand gesture at the dancer on the stage and they swap positions. Wei Wuxian stares as Jiang Cheng puts on a show, but Jiang
Jiang Cheng flicks a hand gesture at the dancer on the stage and they swap positions. Wei Wuxian stares as Jiang Cheng puts on a show, but Jiang
Cheng never looks at him again the rest of the night.
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Wei Wuxian finds Wen Qing outside the club smoking a cigarette, a pack worth of used buds littered around her feet, when he’s forced to evacuate the premises due to closing.
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Wei Wuxian finds Wen Qing outside the club smoking a cigarette, a pack worth of used buds littered around her feet, when he’s forced to evacuate the premises due to closing.
“You shouldn’t litter,” he says in greetings. Wen Qing flicks the ashes at his face and scoffs.
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
Wei Wuxian shoves his hands into his pockets and shrugs. There is no plan. Wei Wuxian has been operating on nothing but
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
Wei Wuxian shoves his hands into his pockets and shrugs. There is no plan. Wei Wuxian has been operating on nothing but
his /feelings/ ever since he laid eyes upon Jiang Cheng.
There’s no calculating. No schemes. Just emotions.
Wen Qing sighs, and drops the cigarette onto the ground, squishing it underneath her boot. “Have you even looked at your phone?”
There’s no calculating. No schemes. Just emotions.
Wen Qing sighs, and drops the cigarette onto the ground, squishing it underneath her boot. “Have you even looked at your phone?”
Wei Wuxian thinks back to the barrage of missed calls and messages. “Yeah.”
“Bullshit,” Wen Qing calls him out immediately, poking a finger at his face. “I can’t believe I broke my streak because of you.”
She refers to her mission to quit smoking.
“Bullshit,” Wen Qing calls him out immediately, poking a finger at his face. “I can’t believe I broke my streak because of you.”
She refers to her mission to quit smoking.
Wei Wuxian shrugs, a wry smile on his face. “So?”
“You need to talk to him, you know, you can’t run forever.”
Wei Wuxian peers over his shoulder, but the club is dark and quiet. Still, he doesn’t want to talk about Lan Zhan at this place. “Let’s walk.”
“You need to talk to him, you know, you can’t run forever.”
Wei Wuxian peers over his shoulder, but the club is dark and quiet. Still, he doesn’t want to talk about Lan Zhan at this place. “Let’s walk.”
“/Walk/? Hell no, my car’s over there.”
Wei Wuxian took a cab here so he has no qualms following his friend to the parking lot.
As they near Wen Qing’s car, Wei Wuxian sees a flash of purple from the corner of his eye and he whips his head around so fast his neck
Wei Wuxian took a cab here so he has no qualms following his friend to the parking lot.
As they near Wen Qing’s car, Wei Wuxian sees a flash of purple from the corner of his eye and he whips his head around so fast his neck
cricked.
But there is nothing.
“Get in, what are you looking at?” Wen Qing asks, holding the car door open.
Wei Wuxian stares at the spot for a while, then shakes his head. “Nothing.”
But there is nothing.
“Get in, what are you looking at?” Wen Qing asks, holding the car door open.
Wei Wuxian stares at the spot for a while, then shakes his head. “Nothing.”
When they’re in Wen Qing’s car, she lowers the volume on the radio blasting sappy olden love songs at 4am in the morning while Wei Wuxian fiddles with his fingers.
“So?” Wen Qing breaks the silence.
“So what?”
“Stop acting coy.”
“So?” Wen Qing breaks the silence.
“So what?”
“Stop acting coy.”
“Do I /have/ to?” Wei Wuxian half whines, kicking his feet a little.
“Are you a child? Look. I know you found a new obsession—“
“Jiang Cheng isn’t an /obsession/—“
“—and while I’m ‘happy’, heed the quotes, for you. It’s not fair on Lan Wangji.”
“Are you a child? Look. I know you found a new obsession—“
“Jiang Cheng isn’t an /obsession/—“
“—and while I’m ‘happy’, heed the quotes, for you. It’s not fair on Lan Wangji.”
“…I know.”
“/Do/ you?”
Wei Wuxian groans, scratching at his head. “Just give me some time, ok?”
“It’s not me you need to be explaining to,” Wen Qing says, softer, more understanding.
“/Do/ you?”
Wei Wuxian groans, scratching at his head. “Just give me some time, ok?”
“It’s not me you need to be explaining to,” Wen Qing says, softer, more understanding.
She sets the car to drive and peels out of the parking lot. Wei Wuxian thumps his head against the window and looks at the lights of the sleepless city.
“Am I an asshole for not feeling sorry?”
“Truthfully?”
“Am I an asshole for not feeling sorry?”
“Truthfully?”
“When have you ever not been truthful, no matter how brutal?” Wei Wuxian drawls.
“Then yes, you are,” Wen Qing deadpans. “I won’t persuade you to turn around and go ahead with the marriage, because you know of my opinions on your relationship with Lan Wangji, yet you
“Then yes, you are,” Wen Qing deadpans. “I won’t persuade you to turn around and go ahead with the marriage, because you know of my opinions on your relationship with Lan Wangji, yet you
never listened to me and decided to charge ahead with it. Now? See where you ended up.”
“Yes, yes, I should listen to the genius doctor of our generation.”
“Don’t mock me, idiot.”
Wei Wuxian sighs, closing his eyes, letting the vibrations of the driving car lull
“Yes, yes, I should listen to the genius doctor of our generation.”
“Don’t mock me, idiot.”
Wei Wuxian sighs, closing his eyes, letting the vibrations of the driving car lull
him to a sleep.
He dreams again of beautiful almond eyes, the allure of the dancer, and the hold of his hand in Wei Wuxian’s. It’s not enough, he wants more.
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He dreams again of beautiful almond eyes, the allure of the dancer, and the hold of his hand in Wei Wuxian’s. It’s not enough, he wants more.
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/get your butt into gear, idiot/
Wei Wuxian wakes to the message from Wen Qing and thousands more from others. He ignores the rest.
He steps into the shower and lets the spray of water crash into his face.
Wei Wuxian wakes to the message from Wen Qing and thousands more from others. He ignores the rest.
He steps into the shower and lets the spray of water crash into his face.
The doorbell rings and breaks his peace.
Wei Wuxian takes his time. He knows who is on the other side of the door. The doorbell rings only once, no knocking, quiet, but the presence lingers on the other side of the door.
Wei Wuxian takes his time. He knows who is on the other side of the door. The doorbell rings only once, no knocking, quiet, but the presence lingers on the other side of the door.
Wei Wuxian dresses himself and pulls open the door.
“Lan Zhan,” he greets, simple and short, no theatrics and no excuses.
“Lan Zhan,” he greets, simple and short, no theatrics and no excuses.
“Wei Ying.”
The relief on Lan Zhan’s face is so blatant that anyone can see it. If it were the Wei Wuxian of the past, he would have jumped for joy, his heart filled with glee at finally putting an expression on the jade-like face.
But the Wei Wuxian of today feels nothing.
The relief on Lan Zhan’s face is so blatant that anyone can see it. If it were the Wei Wuxian of the past, he would have jumped for joy, his heart filled with glee at finally putting an expression on the jade-like face.
But the Wei Wuxian of today feels nothing.
He feels empty standing face to face with his ex-fiance—he supposes their exes, even without an official mention, it’s clear that he no longer has any intention to marry the other man.
“I’m not getting married,” Wei Wuxian blurts out, frank. /To you/ he mentally adds.
They’re still standing at the doorstep, and Wei Wuxian thinks he should be having this conversation behind closed doors or his neighbours will be privy to his entire relationship details,
They’re still standing at the doorstep, and Wei Wuxian thinks he should be having this conversation behind closed doors or his neighbours will be privy to his entire relationship details,
but Wei Wuxian cannot be bothered to let Lan Zhan in for tea. He knows Lan Zhan will, in his silent way, try to get Wei Wuxian to change his mind, and he’s not in the mood for debating.
“I’m sorry, and thank you for everything.”
“I’m sorry, and thank you for everything.”
Lan Zhan’s expression has morphed back to its usual expressionless self. Only the minute twitches at the corners of his lips tell Wei Wuxian that he’s upset. Even after so long, Wei Wuxian still finds it hard to understand Lan Zhan’s emotions.
He can. If he tries.
He can. If he tries.
But he’s so, so tired.
Perhaps in another lifetime he may be content to spend the rest of his life together with Lan Zhan, but it is not in this.
“Don’t,” Lan Zhan rejects his apology. Right, they had said they shouldn’t apologise or thank each other for something
Perhaps in another lifetime he may be content to spend the rest of his life together with Lan Zhan, but it is not in this.
“Don’t,” Lan Zhan rejects his apology. Right, they had said they shouldn’t apologise or thank each other for something
that’s supposed to be natural between partners, but Wei Wuxian has to break that again—what’s one more promise, hasn’t he broken a ton already? “Will wait.”
Wei Wuxian holds a palm out before him. “No, don’t. I won’t take back my words.”
Wei Wuxian holds a palm out before him. “No, don’t. I won’t take back my words.”
Lan Zhan, despite how others may view him, is horrendously stubborn when he makes his decision. He purses his lips, barely seen, and turns away from Wei Wuxian, not letting him get another word in.
As though implying if he doesn’t hear, it doesn’t exist.
As though implying if he doesn’t hear, it doesn’t exist.
Wei Wuxian watches Lan Zhan disappear down the hallway and into the lift, tiredness seeping through his bones.
It’s done, no matter what Lan Zhan may think, they are truly over.
Wei Wuxian takes out his phone and swipes through his contacts, dragging Lan Zhan’s
It’s done, no matter what Lan Zhan may think, they are truly over.
Wei Wuxian takes out his phone and swipes through his contacts, dragging Lan Zhan’s
number into the block list.
He has to dispel any hopes Lan Zhan may have.
Cruel, yes, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t believe in dragging things out if they don’t need to be—it’ll only bring upon further heartbreaks.
He has to dispel any hopes Lan Zhan may have.
Cruel, yes, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t believe in dragging things out if they don’t need to be—it’ll only bring upon further heartbreaks.
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When Wei Wuxian finally manages to catch Jiang Cheng entering the club, it has been a few long weeks.
The dancer is avoiding him, Wei Wuxian is not dense.
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When Wei Wuxian finally manages to catch Jiang Cheng entering the club, it has been a few long weeks.
The dancer is avoiding him, Wei Wuxian is not dense.
“You’re back,” Jiang Cheng says, his tone a little frosty, but not chilly enough to deter Wei Wuxian.
“I missed you.”
Jiang Cheng gazes down at their linked hands, at where Wei Wuxian had frantically grabbed onto him to stop him in his tracks.
“I missed you.”
Jiang Cheng gazes down at their linked hands, at where Wei Wuxian had frantically grabbed onto him to stop him in his tracks.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian agrees readily. “That’s why I want to /know/, if you’ll allow me.”
He hopes the determination in his heart is reflected in his eyes where Jiang Cheng is searching.
“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian agrees readily. “That’s why I want to /know/, if you’ll allow me.”
He hopes the determination in his heart is reflected in his eyes where Jiang Cheng is searching.
“Why?”
A single word, holding so much weight to it. It represents so many questions, that no one, not even Wei Wuxian himself has the answers to.
All he knows is that he cannot let the man before him go.
A single word, holding so much weight to it. It represents so many questions, that no one, not even Wei Wuxian himself has the answers to.
All he knows is that he cannot let the man before him go.
Like an itch in his soul, something that transcends lifetimes, an unfulfilled promise in their past lives.
“I just know it has to be you,” Wei Wuxian breathes.
He sees Jiang Cheng swallowing, his stance less guarded.
“Please.”
“I just know it has to be you,” Wei Wuxian breathes.
He sees Jiang Cheng swallowing, his stance less guarded.
“Please.”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t speak, and leads Wei Wuxian inside. He also doesn’t shake Wei Wuxian off, which means they are still linked by the hand as they walk.
“Sit there,” Jiang Cheng demands, pointing at a chair not far from the centre stage.
“Sit there,” Jiang Cheng demands, pointing at a chair not far from the centre stage.
Wei Wuxian does as instructed and fidgets in place. Jiang Cheng observes him like a hawk to its prey, and Wei Wuxian feels heat rushing to his cheeks.
“You really are a strange one,” Jiang Cheng finally says with an exhale. “You wanted a picture right?”
“You really are a strange one,” Jiang Cheng finally says with an exhale. “You wanted a picture right?”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen with surprise when Jiang Cheng unzips his hoodie and steps out of his baggy pants, revealing his dance wear underneath—more skin than fabric for the desired friction required on the pole.
The crowd ceases to exist when Jiang Cheng climbs onto the stage. Wei Wuxian only has Jiang Cheng in his eyes, and this is a performance for /him/.
Jiang Cheng grips the pole with two hands and jumps lightly, locking his feet and does a series of movements so fast
Jiang Cheng grips the pole with two hands and jumps lightly, locking his feet and does a series of movements so fast
and expertly until he’s now upside down. He rotates slowly, catching Wei Wuxian’s eyes, locked in place.
/watch me/
His gaze seems to say and Wei Wuxian does not need to be told. Wei Wuxian feels his heart beating rapidly against his chest, as though threatening
/watch me/
His gaze seems to say and Wei Wuxian does not need to be told. Wei Wuxian feels his heart beating rapidly against his chest, as though threatening
to burst through and fly towards the heavenly creature on the pole.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t know Jiang Cheng’s intentions at all—he’s hot and cold, sending mixed signals all around.
He even wonders if this is Jiang Cheng’s way of toying with him—the unlucky fella who
Wei Wuxian doesn’t know Jiang Cheng’s intentions at all—he’s hot and cold, sending mixed signals all around.
He even wonders if this is Jiang Cheng’s way of toying with him—the unlucky fella who
dropped a blissful life with another man who would treat him well for someone he did not know.
It would be cruel.
Wei Wuxian would be torn without any hope of repair, but he chose this path and he will follow it to the end.
It would be cruel.
Wei Wuxian would be torn without any hope of repair, but he chose this path and he will follow it to the end.
Jiang Cheng is sinful in the night, every arch of his back, every flutter of his long eyelashes, every smile on his face sends Wei Wuxian further down the pit of desire.
There really is no turning back.
There really is no turning back.
Jiang Cheng ends his performance amidst cheers and applauses, dropping into a bow as he jumps off the stage, plucking some dollar notes from another man’s hand as he passes and receiving a kiss from a lady on the corner of his lips.
He struts towards Wei Wuxian, skin glistening with perspiration, so effortlessly gorgeous.
“You still want to know me?” he asks, panting slightly as he hovers over Wei Wuxian, using his height over Wei Wuxian who is seated. “Can you /handle/ me?”
“You still want to know me?” he asks, panting slightly as he hovers over Wei Wuxian, using his height over Wei Wuxian who is seated. “Can you /handle/ me?”
Wei Wuxian’s mouth goes dry, his eyes tracking a bead of sweat dripping down the side of Jiang Cheng’s face. He wants to reach up to lick it off, to savour the taste of him on his tongue.
Wei Wuxian thinks he might die.
Wei Wuxian thinks he might die.
“Yes, anything,” Wei Wuxian stammers.
Jiang Cheng tugs on Wei Wuxian’s collar, and Wei Wuxian sits numbly, allowing Jiang Cheng to peel his jacket off him. Jiang Cheng twirls Wei Wuxian’s jacket in his fingers and drapes it over himself like a cape.
Jiang Cheng tugs on Wei Wuxian’s collar, and Wei Wuxian sits numbly, allowing Jiang Cheng to peel his jacket off him. Jiang Cheng twirls Wei Wuxian’s jacket in his fingers and drapes it over himself like a cape.
“Too slow,” Jiang Cheng mocks, strutting away. “I’ll give you one last chance for that picture.”
And away he goes, stealing Wei Wuxian’s breath, his heart, and his jacket with him.
Wei Wuxian still doesn’t understand his intentions, but he doesn’t give a shit.
And away he goes, stealing Wei Wuxian’s breath, his heart, and his jacket with him.
Wei Wuxian still doesn’t understand his intentions, but he doesn’t give a shit.
He quickly stands, and follows Jiang Cheng into the dark, like a moth to a flame, helpless.
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Lan Zhan is at his door when Wei Wuxian returns home at dawn, shivering in the cold as his jacket was stolen by an enchantress, and bruised lips.
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Lan Zhan is at his door when Wei Wuxian returns home at dawn, shivering in the cold as his jacket was stolen by an enchantress, and bruised lips.
Wei Wuxian thinks Lan Zhan frowns at the sight of him, his eyes are too blurry to check properly.
His memories are filled with kisses and a roaming hand in the dark. Wei Wuxian still cannot believe that Jiang Cheng allowed him /there/, at that proximity.
His memories are filled with kisses and a roaming hand in the dark. Wei Wuxian still cannot believe that Jiang Cheng allowed him /there/, at that proximity.
They didn’t speak about Wei Wuxian’s confession, neither did they talk about Jiang Cheng’s initial avoidance.
It will come to burn them one day, that moment is inevitable, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t care right now.
“Go home, Lan Zhan,” he says wearily, “it’s over.”
It will come to burn them one day, that moment is inevitable, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t care right now.
“Go home, Lan Zhan,” he says wearily, “it’s over.”
“Can change.”
Wei Wuxian jams his key into the lock and says, “There is nothing /to/ change. It’s my fault, this whole thing is my fault, don’t forgive me, Lan Zhan. Just go.”
“Wei Ying…”
“Don’t make me hate you, Lan Zhan.”
Wei Wuxian jams his key into the lock and says, “There is nothing /to/ change. It’s my fault, this whole thing is my fault, don’t forgive me, Lan Zhan. Just go.”
“Wei Ying…”
“Don’t make me hate you, Lan Zhan.”
Wei Wuxian is being unfair. He knows that. The only innocent party between the two of them is Lan Zhan. As Wen Qing said, Wei Wuxian truly is an asshole.
He opens the door and closes it in Lan Zhan’s face. Wei Wuxian leans against the door and waits for Lan Zhan’s footsteps
He opens the door and closes it in Lan Zhan’s face. Wei Wuxian leans against the door and waits for Lan Zhan’s footsteps
to disappear down the hall.
It takes a long time, but he eventually hears it.
Wei Wuxian pulls out his phone, smiling at the new digits in his contact list, and writes a message to Wen Qing.
/how do i get lan zhan to stop looking for me/
/are you fucking with me rn/
It takes a long time, but he eventually hears it.
Wei Wuxian pulls out his phone, smiling at the new digits in his contact list, and writes a message to Wen Qing.
/how do i get lan zhan to stop looking for me/
/are you fucking with me rn/
/srs, he was outside my door when i came home/
/i thought you said you broke it off cleanly/
/🫤/
/im not helping you 🤦♀️/
/oh, i got jiang cheng’s number 🥰/
/focus on your main problem, asshole 🤬
(Grats?)/
/i thought you said you broke it off cleanly/
/🫤/
/im not helping you 🤦♀️/
/oh, i got jiang cheng’s number 🥰/
/focus on your main problem, asshole 🤬
(Grats?)/
/honestly, idk/
He receives a patting emoji from Wen Qing in reply. Wei Wuxian thumps the back of his head against the door.
He was just in heaven but suddenly his problems multiplied tenfold—was this karma? Perhaps so.
He receives a patting emoji from Wen Qing in reply. Wei Wuxian thumps the back of his head against the door.
He was just in heaven but suddenly his problems multiplied tenfold—was this karma? Perhaps so.
(A/N: *groans* what a mess this has become — I’ll continue tmr.)
Wei Wuxian leans against the railing of the pavilion at the water garden. This is the first time he’s seen Jiang Cheng since that night—after Jiang Cheng ghosted Wei Wuxian for a month despite Wei Wuxian’s daily text messages,
leaving Wei Wuxian with nothing but the memories of his lips on his and the scent of his skin. They haunt his every moment, both in his dreams and in the day.
Wei Wuxian was running on the last
Wei Wuxian was running on the last
spurt of hope when Jiang Cheng calls him to meet at the botanical gardens an hour’s drive away from the city centre.
And of course, Wei Wuxian was out of the house without a moments hesitation.
Now he’s next to Jiang Cheng, who’s enjoying a cup of ice cream even
And of course, Wei Wuxian was out of the house without a moments hesitation.
Now he’s next to Jiang Cheng, who’s enjoying a cup of ice cream even
in the height of winter, while Wei Wuxian cradles a warm cup of hot chocolate in his hands.
The water garden that they are at, which Jiang Cheng proclaims is his favourite, is coincidentally Wei Wuxian’s favourite as well.
The pavilion they are in is situated in the
The water garden that they are at, which Jiang Cheng proclaims is his favourite, is coincidentally Wei Wuxian’s favourite as well.
The pavilion they are in is situated in the
middle of a lake, it’s not cold enough yet for the water to ice over, but the lotus flowers have wilted. He remembers the scenery in the spring, back when he and Lan Zhan used to come here on their dates, how beautiful the blossoming lotus flowers were, blanketing the lake.
He loves this water garden because it gives him a peculiar sense of belonging—of /home/, to which Wei Wuxian finds it odd, because he’s lived his whole life in the city, and the largest body of water growing up was the swimming pool in the community complex.
Back then, Lan Zhan never felt comfortable here, preferring the garden on the opposite end with rock formations and a gushing waterfall, overlying the area with mist.
Jiang Cheng has a serene expression on his face as he overlooks the lake,
Jiang Cheng has a serene expression on his face as he overlooks the lake,
taking bites of ice cream sure to give Wei Wuxian brainfreeze in this weather.
Jiang Cheng hasn’t said a word since they entered the pavilion.
Though he had been open to teasing Wei Wuxian when he arrived at their meeting place huffing and puffing.
Jiang Cheng hasn’t said a word since they entered the pavilion.
Though he had been open to teasing Wei Wuxian when he arrived at their meeting place huffing and puffing.
The sudden mood swings make Wei Wuxian feel like he’s on a viking ship in an amusement park—stomach lurching, but exhilarating.
Wei Wuxian finds himself strange, he’s never this patient with anyone else, usually opting to charge ahead with his passions and ideals
Wei Wuxian finds himself strange, he’s never this patient with anyone else, usually opting to charge ahead with his passions and ideals
like a bull in the china shop.
But he waits for Jiang Cheng to take his time, Wei Wuxian has put himself out there, in Jiang Cheng’s palms, what happens to him is all up to the dancer.
Maybe this is the love that Wei Wuxian always said he wanted to avoid—loving someone
But he waits for Jiang Cheng to take his time, Wei Wuxian has put himself out there, in Jiang Cheng’s palms, what happens to him is all up to the dancer.
Maybe this is the love that Wei Wuxian always said he wanted to avoid—loving someone
so deeply, it’s like placing a noose around his own neck.
“Wei Wuxian.”
Jiang Cheng speaks without facing him, gaze still trained on the lake, as though he’s seeing more than what is in front of them.
“Wei Wuxian.”
Jiang Cheng speaks without facing him, gaze still trained on the lake, as though he’s seeing more than what is in front of them.
“My parents don’t have the best relationship,” Jiang Cheng continues slowly.
Wei Wuxian straightens up and listens attentively.
“I’m looking for someone I can trust, do you understand?”
Wei Wuxian straightens up and listens attentively.
“I’m looking for someone I can trust, do you understand?”
Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, desperate to make a vow, a promise, that he will never betray Jiang Cheng, but the words die in his throat.
While he knows he will never betray Jiang Cheng, his past track record isn’t so dependable after all.
While he knows he will never betray Jiang Cheng, his past track record isn’t so dependable after all.
The paper cup crumples slightly in his tight grip, some hot chocolate spills on the back of his hand but he can’t feel the burn because it is nothing compared to the burn in his heart.
“Is this the end?” He asks, voice trembling.
“Is this the end?” He asks, voice trembling.
The end of something that hasn’t even begun. Their little fumble in the dark isn’t enough to justify a /beginning/ in all fairness.
He runs his eyes over Jiang Cheng’s features, hoping this will not be the last time he sees him. If so, this truly will be his final moments to be
He runs his eyes over Jiang Cheng’s features, hoping this will not be the last time he sees him. If so, this truly will be his final moments to be
to feast his eyes on the dancer.
In person and digitally both.
He never did get that picture.
Wei Wuxian notices that the tip of Jiang Cheng’s nose is red, and he quickly puts his cup down on the railing precariously, and rubs his palms together.
In person and digitally both.
He never did get that picture.
Wei Wuxian notices that the tip of Jiang Cheng’s nose is red, and he quickly puts his cup down on the railing precariously, and rubs his palms together.
He cups Jiang Cheng’s face in his hands and rubs his fingers over Jiang Cheng’s nose bridge, underneath his eyes, trying to get some warmth into his flesh.
Every action was so natural, like he’s done this a million times before, but Wei Wuxian really cannot remember
Every action was so natural, like he’s done this a million times before, but Wei Wuxian really cannot remember
ever performing such acts for anyone—not even Lan Zhan.
It should scare him, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t feel even the tiniest bit afraid.
“I shouldn’t trust you,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
It should scare him, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t feel even the tiniest bit afraid.
“I shouldn’t trust you,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
“Then don’t,” Wei Wuxian says. “I just need you to stay. There’s still so much I have to learn about you, right?”
“I don’t trust you,” Jiang Cheng states.
“Yes, don’t.” Wei Wuxian forces a smile.
Jiang Cheng sniffs, snidely, and pushes Wei Wuxian away. He shoves
“I don’t trust you,” Jiang Cheng states.
“Yes, don’t.” Wei Wuxian forces a smile.
Jiang Cheng sniffs, snidely, and pushes Wei Wuxian away. He shoves
the last mouthful of ice cream into his mouth furiously and says, “I’m done. Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“Dinner, you want to know my favourite food right?”
Wei Wuxian scrambles to retrieve the hot chocolate he left on the railing and runs after Jiang Cheng.
“Go?”
“Dinner, you want to know my favourite food right?”
Wei Wuxian scrambles to retrieve the hot chocolate he left on the railing and runs after Jiang Cheng.
“I’ll pay!” he offers gleefully.
“/Obviously/,” Jiang Cheng says rudely, but Wei Wuxian finds it enduring.
Wei Wuxian feels his phone vibrate in his pocket but he ignores it, there is nothing more important than the person in front of him right now.
“/Obviously/,” Jiang Cheng says rudely, but Wei Wuxian finds it enduring.
Wei Wuxian feels his phone vibrate in his pocket but he ignores it, there is nothing more important than the person in front of him right now.
Jiang Cheng leads him to a street store selling various skewers, all deliciously smoked on the way. It feels more like a casual outing between friends, than the dates that Wei Wuxian is used to.
Lan Zhan used to take him to expensive restaurants where they had to dress to the
Lan Zhan used to take him to expensive restaurants where they had to dress to the
nines, because the Lans were old money, and Wei Wuxian always felt the need to change himself to fit in.
Occasionally Lan Zhan offers to follow where Wei Wuxian prefers to go, but he could never find the charm in dragging Lan Zhan out to these bustling and loud places.
Occasionally Lan Zhan offers to follow where Wei Wuxian prefers to go, but he could never find the charm in dragging Lan Zhan out to these bustling and loud places.
The skewers are oily but juicy, a perfect appetiser.
Jiang Cheng shines brightly under the lights, like the first time Wei Wuxian laid his eyes on him. He can’t help but kiss him right then and there.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t shove him away, but doesn’t kiss back either.
Jiang Cheng shines brightly under the lights, like the first time Wei Wuxian laid his eyes on him. He can’t help but kiss him right then and there.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t shove him away, but doesn’t kiss back either.
“Pushy,” Jiang Cheng remarks when their lips part.
“Couldn’t help it,” Wei Wuxian answers truthfully.
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.” Jiang Cheng takes the finished skewer sticks from his hands and throws them into a nearby bin. In one swift motion, he
“Couldn’t help it,” Wei Wuxian answers truthfully.
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.” Jiang Cheng takes the finished skewer sticks from his hands and throws them into a nearby bin. In one swift motion, he
pulls Wei Wuxian down an alleyway where they find a quiet local store run by an old couple. “Lao-ye, two pork ribs and lotus root soup please.”
“Homely.” Wei Wuxian observes.
Jiang Cheng snorts. “For some, I suppose.”
He doesn’t elaborate further, so Wei Wuxian doesn’t ask.
“Homely.” Wei Wuxian observes.
Jiang Cheng snorts. “For some, I suppose.”
He doesn’t elaborate further, so Wei Wuxian doesn’t ask.
They aren’t quite there yet.
The two bowls of soup come out piping hot, steam rising from them, paired with rice. It’s warm and lovely in the cold weather, and Wei Wuxian gulps it down appreciatively.
“So?” Jiang Cheng asks when they are halfway through the meal.
The two bowls of soup come out piping hot, steam rising from them, paired with rice. It’s warm and lovely in the cold weather, and Wei Wuxian gulps it down appreciatively.
“So?” Jiang Cheng asks when they are halfway through the meal.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t hesitate to answer, “I like it.”
“Mm,” Jiang Cheng hums, low and deep, like a puzzle not yet solved. Wei Wuxian wonders if there’s more to the question than the taste of the food, but Jiang Cheng simply adds, “Good.”
“Mm,” Jiang Cheng hums, low and deep, like a puzzle not yet solved. Wei Wuxian wonders if there’s more to the question than the taste of the food, but Jiang Cheng simply adds, “Good.”
They leave the store with filled, warm bellies, and Wei Wuxian watches as Jiang Cheng steals his wallet from his pocket to purchase yet another ice cream—a cone, this time.
Hot and cold, just like the person himself.
Wei Wuxian finds it amusing.
Hot and cold, just like the person himself.
Wei Wuxian finds it amusing.
“My sister used to make that soup for me all the time,” Jiang Cheng shares without prompting, licking on the swirl of the ice cream.
The crowd is thinner now that it’s later in the night. Their footsteps scrape against the gravel of the road.
The crowd is thinner now that it’s later in the night. Their footsteps scrape against the gravel of the road.
“Do you prefer hers?”
Jiang Cheng bites down on the crunchy bit of the cone. “Without question.”
The topic ends there.
Wei Wuxian feels his phone vibrate in his pocket for the hundredth time.
Jiang Cheng bites down on the crunchy bit of the cone. “Without question.”
The topic ends there.
Wei Wuxian feels his phone vibrate in his pocket for the hundredth time.
“Why don’t you check it?”
Wei Wuxian smiles. “You’re here by my side. Who knows? A small distraction and you’ll be gone with the wind.”
Jiang Cheng pops the end of the cone into his mouth and munches on it. Without the slightest hint or warning, he suddenly says,
Wei Wuxian smiles. “You’re here by my side. Who knows? A small distraction and you’ll be gone with the wind.”
Jiang Cheng pops the end of the cone into his mouth and munches on it. Without the slightest hint or warning, he suddenly says,
“It’s time. I’m going home.”
Wei Wuxian is unable to get a single word out before Jiang Cheng disappears like he said, blinking at the space which once held the dancer.
A whiplash, every single time.
Wei Wuxian is unable to get a single word out before Jiang Cheng disappears like he said, blinking at the space which once held the dancer.
A whiplash, every single time.
He digs out his phone and furiously taps on the notifications. A barrage of texts from Wen Qing fills the screen, but the newest is the most concerning:
/they know about him, your dancer/
/who?/ Wei Wuxian types back, even though he knows the answer.
/they know about him, your dancer/
/who?/ Wei Wuxian types back, even though he knows the answer.
(A/N: be back tomorrow. btw any errors or plot holes/repetition is because im writing this via vibes only, no thoughts in the brain—just typing in twt drafts and going yolo 🤦♀️ i need to stop that tbh 💀 but keeping it up with ✨vibes only✨for now i guess ✌️)
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/…/
/so what? we’re not in some third-rate cliche drama/
/…fine, you’re right, but won’t it make things more complicated?/ Wen Qing questions.
/more than it already is?/
/why do you have to be right/
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/…/
/so what? we’re not in some third-rate cliche drama/
/…fine, you’re right, but won’t it make things more complicated?/ Wen Qing questions.
/more than it already is?/
/why do you have to be right/
/is the genius doctor admitting I’m the real genius here now?/
/choke/
/🤗/
/🖕/
Wei Wuxian’s calm in his messages isn’t false, but it’s not all there is to it. He’d by lying if he said he wasn’t at least, /concerned/, but he knows
/choke/
/🤗/
/🖕/
Wei Wuxian’s calm in his messages isn’t false, but it’s not all there is to it. He’d by lying if he said he wasn’t at least, /concerned/, but he knows
that LZ wouldn’t do anything drastic.
Wei Wuxian sighs though, rubbing his head with frustration, knowing that he’ll be in for another home visit. He’s really trying so hard to stay away—out of sight, out of mind—hopefully LZ would be able to get over him sooner.
Wei Wuxian sighs though, rubbing his head with frustration, knowing that he’ll be in for another home visit. He’s really trying so hard to stay away—out of sight, out of mind—hopefully LZ would be able to get over him sooner.
He really should have placed more thoughts on LZ’s stubborn nature.
Well, there was no use crying over spilt milk, Wei Wuxian draws his shoulders back and walks with confidence—there’s only one direction to go, forwards.
Well, there was no use crying over spilt milk, Wei Wuxian draws his shoulders back and walks with confidence—there’s only one direction to go, forwards.
As expected, LZ waits for him at his door, this time blocking it so Wei Wuxian can’t just swerve past him and lock him out.
Wei Wuxian stops directly in front of his ex-fiance, till the tips of their shoes are touching—worn trainers against polished work shoes.
Wei Wuxian stops directly in front of his ex-fiance, till the tips of their shoes are touching—worn trainers against polished work shoes.
If LZ expects Wei Wuxian to initiate the conversation, he’s going to have to wait forever. Wei Wuxian can play the stubborn game too—they have very few similarities and this is one of them.
“Wei Ying, come back.”
The same words, like clockwork.
“Wei Ying, come back.”
The same words, like clockwork.
“No, move aside.”
“Wei Ying—“
“I’m asking nicely, LZ.”
Maybe it’s out of habit, or maybe it’s LZ’s way of showing his affection for him still, LZ steps aside. While Wei Wuxian fumbles with his keys under LZ’s watchful eyes, the stoic man suddenly remarks, “He won’t love you.”
“Wei Ying—“
“I’m asking nicely, LZ.”
Maybe it’s out of habit, or maybe it’s LZ’s way of showing his affection for him still, LZ steps aside. While Wei Wuxian fumbles with his keys under LZ’s watchful eyes, the stoic man suddenly remarks, “He won’t love you.”
Wei Wuxian halts midway unlocking the door, his key jammed in an awkward angle in the lock. He slowly turns his head to face Lan Zhan, accusations in his gaze. “You don’t know that.”
“He—“
“I dont want to hear anything from you. We’re strangers, LZ.”
“He—“
“I dont want to hear anything from you. We’re strangers, LZ.”
If LZ is pained, Wei Wuxian cannot be bothered to see it behind the jade like face. Eventually, with time, he’ll stop being able to decipher LZ’s emotions even if he tries.
The inevitability of things.
If possible, they could become friends again in the future.
The inevitability of things.
If possible, they could become friends again in the future.
“Do yourself a favour, LZ. Live your own life, there’s so much in this world. Don’t be hung up on the past.”
He wrangles the lock open and slams it shut in LZ’s face. Again.
He wrangles the lock open and slams it shut in LZ’s face. Again.
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“I had a visit from an old friend,” Jiang Cheng randomly tells Wei Wuxian. They are on a boat, a popular date spot with many other couples rowing or just drifting on the water’s surface all around them.
Wei Wuxian wonders if they /are/ on a date.
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“I had a visit from an old friend,” Jiang Cheng randomly tells Wei Wuxian. They are on a boat, a popular date spot with many other couples rowing or just drifting on the water’s surface all around them.
Wei Wuxian wonders if they /are/ on a date.
“Really strange,” Jiang Cheng muses. “We never were close at all.”
“Do you know why?”
“He brought up a mutual friend,” Jiang Cheng smiles mystically, his chin resting in his palm.
Wei Wuxian feels his grip on the oars slip.
“Do you know why?”
“He brought up a mutual friend,” Jiang Cheng smiles mystically, his chin resting in his palm.
Wei Wuxian feels his grip on the oars slip.
His instincts are usually on point—so the sinking in Wei Wuxian’s gut tells him that it’s dangerous.
Jiang Cheng’s words are never straightforward, Wei Wuxian has learnt. They hide hidden meanings within and Wei Wuxian is expected to solve the puzzles himself.
Jiang Cheng’s words are never straightforward, Wei Wuxian has learnt. They hide hidden meanings within and Wei Wuxian is expected to solve the puzzles himself.
“Do you think you’ll meet him again?”
Jiang Cheng takes out a slice of bread from the packet resting between their legs and breaks it apart, tossing the bits into the lake for the hungry ducks. “Who knows.”
“…do you want to?”
“Not particularly.”
Jiang Cheng takes out a slice of bread from the packet resting between their legs and breaks it apart, tossing the bits into the lake for the hungry ducks. “Who knows.”
“…do you want to?”
“Not particularly.”
Wei Wuxian nods, chewing on his bottom lip. The timing cannot be more coincidental. He knows it has something to do with him, and most possibly Lan Zhan.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
Wei Wuxian shakes his head. “I want to have lotus roots and pork ribs soup today.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
Wei Wuxian shakes his head. “I want to have lotus roots and pork ribs soup today.”
Jiang Cheng scans his body posture, before nodding. “Ok.”
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Wei Wuxian drags LZ’s number out of the blocklist for the first time since he placed it there and sends a message: /you met him?/
The reply is instant. /yes/
/stop that/ And Wei Wuxian quickly blocks his
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Wei Wuxian drags LZ’s number out of the blocklist for the first time since he placed it there and sends a message: /you met him?/
The reply is instant. /yes/
/stop that/ And Wei Wuxian quickly blocks his
number again before LZ can even send a one word reply.
There are probably many more questions that Wei Wuxian can drill LZ with, such as whether LZ knows Jiang Cheng from before Wei Wuxian did. How, and why hasn’t Wei Wuxian heard of Jiang Cheng before if so?
There are probably many more questions that Wei Wuxian can drill LZ with, such as whether LZ knows Jiang Cheng from before Wei Wuxian did. How, and why hasn’t Wei Wuxian heard of Jiang Cheng before if so?
Maybe he’s afraid—funny that, or maybe Wei Wuxian thinks he should hear it directly from Jiang Cheng himself.
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“Tell me your supposed to be husband’s name. The one you called off the marriage with,” Jiang Cheng says.
It isn’t a demand, nor a question.
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“Tell me your supposed to be husband’s name. The one you called off the marriage with,” Jiang Cheng says.
It isn’t a demand, nor a question.
As they both know the answer to that.
They are back in the club.
Fitting.
Like they are always meant to return to this very place where it all began. With Jiang Cheng on centre stage, and Wei Wuxian below peering up at the flexible dancer.
They are back in the club.
Fitting.
Like they are always meant to return to this very place where it all began. With Jiang Cheng on centre stage, and Wei Wuxian below peering up at the flexible dancer.
The club is devoid of others, for they are there during its closing hours.
“Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian answers.
Jiang Cheng holds himself firmly in the air, his entire weight balancing precariously on the pole. He stretches an arm outwards, and holds the pose.
“Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian answers.
Jiang Cheng holds himself firmly in the air, his entire weight balancing precariously on the pole. He stretches an arm outwards, and holds the pose.
“Ok.”
“Ok?” Wei Wuxian asks, cautiously.
“Ok,” Jiang Cheng repeats, dropping from the pole. He steps towards Wei Wuxian and squats in front of him. “Care to dance?”
“I don’t know how to.” Wei Wuxian takes the hand that is offered anyway. He doesn’t think he can
“Ok?” Wei Wuxian asks, cautiously.
“Ok,” Jiang Cheng repeats, dropping from the pole. He steps towards Wei Wuxian and squats in front of him. “Care to dance?”
“I don’t know how to.” Wei Wuxian takes the hand that is offered anyway. He doesn’t think he can
reject anything that Jiang Cheng gives him.
“It’s okay,” Jiang Cheng’s voice doesn’t even shake when he uses his strength to help Wei Wuxian up. “We’ve got time.”
Time.
A promise.
Wei Wuxian beams a wide smile. “Yes!”
But good things never last, Jiang Cheng disappears.
“It’s okay,” Jiang Cheng’s voice doesn’t even shake when he uses his strength to help Wei Wuxian up. “We’ve got time.”
Time.
A promise.
Wei Wuxian beams a wide smile. “Yes!”
But good things never last, Jiang Cheng disappears.
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