#zhancheng The Spare - 3º update

They meet during the afternoon in a coffee shop outside Lotus Pier.

https://twitter.com/_mari_moonmoon/status/1611874857733472256

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what to expect, it’s been a few months since they have spoken, truly. And this is strange – it usually is Jiang Cheng the one taking the initiative, the one trying to keep their bond alive.

There's a lovely meow that comments on almost all of my works with a 💚💚
And it feels good.

As a fanfic writer I'll be honest: most of what write is to satiate my own desires or to challenge myself. Nonetheless, it feels amazing to receive feedback.
I write because I want to, but the likes/kudos, and the comments, make me feel seen. And whereas I do love to read and reply to long comments, there's beauty to a simple 💚
As someone who also reads fanworks, I know that sometimes it is hard to do more than leave a kudo (we are always running out of time)

Some recent AO3 uploads:
#xicheng
archiveofourown.org/works/43119013 #chengxian
archiveofourown.org/works/43118856

this also seems fun 1. which of your fics/wips would you bed, wed, or behead?

uh

bed - the red light district
wed - let me carry you
behead - the red light district

(yeah, I'm bedding and beheading the same fic xD It was my first smut attempt so yeah, lots of secondhand embarrassment)

#chengxian a/b/o dynamics, canon divergence, mentioned wangxian (it's one-sided)

"You said you would take the disciples with you" WWX angrily says as he enters in the infirmary.

There's blood on JC clothes, some scratched on his face, and he wants to step closer.

"Leave." JC words don't surprise WWX. They've been here before.

"a-cheng, you know I won't go. Not until the healer comes and tells me the extent of your wounds."

The other mouth twists in discontentment, but WWX ignores him, sitting by his side.

I stole this from Hera 🫢 1. Almost :) my true name is Maria

🔪🔪#jiangcheng and #jinling centered

Jin Ling looks at his jiujiu, to the sunken eyes and lithe body now turn into a bag of bones. He looks to this man who's disappearing little by little and asks:

"Will you ever forgive him?" Jiang Cheng looks at Jin Ling, no sign of confusion at the words:

"Should I?"

Despite knowing it's a dangerous reply, Jin Ling can't stop the words, "Wouldn't forgiveness be my mother's choice?"

#jiangcheng centered: all Yunmeng Jiang disciples love JC, we know it

Now imagine that every three months, the SIC changes.

Everyone thinks it's because of JC's hard demeanor

The truth? Every three months there is a competition to decide who'll have the honor to be the SIC The littol ones cannot participate until they're older than fifteen.

The competition has six tasks: four of them established by JC, tapping into things such as fighting skills and management.

The last two are up to the disciples and they're the ones evaluate them too.

#zhancheng

Lan Wangji knows he made a mistake. But those words had hurt. He thought that at least Jiang Cheng saw him as something more besides the second son, the spare heir.

The one with some of the privileges, but not the responsibilities.

https://twitter.com/_mari_moonmoon/status/1471625629070209036

Nothing besides ensuring the sect's dignity.

He thought the other would understand how it feels to live in the shadow of someone who you deeply love, but can't avoid envying sometimes.

Those words had hurt, but his reply has been enveloped in venom too.

Jin Ling may be a fussy baby, but he endures the first day of the sect conference without any tantrums.

Jiang Cheng thinks that others sect leaders should learn a thing or other with him. But they're too afraid to even look at him and the baby. He knew it was a gamble to have the baby attending the conference. The others would either perceive him as too weak to let his nephew out of his sight, as an attempt to hide behind his duties as an uncle.

Or as a taunt - look at me, so comfortable in my position and my power.