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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[So cruelly dismissed... Maybe he wants to stand around watching his entourage pack up the, ah, guest room he's spent maybe all of 5 net hours in, in the past two weeks... It's remarkable that Jiang Cheng thinks people don't know about them.

But he sighs like it's the worst thing in the world to be told to go and be lazy, squeezing around Jiang Cheng's waist like maybe he won't— but he has to, and so he gets up at long last.]

Fine, fine. Don't take all evening.

[He's needy and he wants to cuddle, sue him. But alright! He'll wait!]

[pierless]

[He tries not to take all evening, but it's not til late that he slips into his room and curls up next to Huaisang. It's fine. He makes it up to him, anyway, his mouth lingering at the crook of his neck, tongue teasing against the bruises he leaves there.

The journey to Qinghe only takes a few days, and god, but they're nice. It's nice to have a solid excuse not to think about anything related to work; nicer still the way they can just be instead of having to worry about things like reputation or deception. It's been so long since he's gotten to be anything but a sect leader.

One night he fends off a ghost or three; it's pleasantly athletic without threatening them in the least, and the way Huaisang eyes him afterwards is a bonus. Tonight-- one day away from Qinghe, if that-- he's caught them a fish for dinner. He even remembered how to debone the damn thing, a task he hasn't bothered to practice since he was twenty, so all in all: a successful trip and surprisingly effective ego boost.

Naturally, then, that he ruins it.

It would've been bad if it was him who twisted his ankle, but no. Of course not. Instead: he bumps into Huaisang, and it's him who steps wrong, whose ankle twists sharply, who falls with a pained cry-- and whose ankle is now swollen and tender, the skin heated beneath Jiang Cheng's probing fingers.]

It's not broken. Just tender for a while.

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[Huaisang doesn't enjoy camping, frankly. As much as he enjoys Jiang Cheng, and as much privacy as being alone in a forest gives them compared to something reasonable like a comfortable inn, he can't say he's having the time of his life. Oh, yes, Jiang Cheng fending off a couple ghosts on his own is delightful in its own way, but Huaisang doesn't night hunt, and so he could really do without some of the more unsavory parts of this adventure.

He's upbeat, despite himself; it's nice to be together, simple as that, and to have an excuse to immediately drop every formality he'd have had to keep up if they stopped in some town on the way to Qinghe. It's... decent, at least until Jiang Cheng knocks him clean over, and he flinches and ineffectually hits Jiang Cheng in the shoulder with his fan when he pokes the tenderest part of his twisted ankle.]

I can't believe I have to limp all the way back to Qinghe.

[It's not that bad, but: uggghhh.]

[pierless]

You don't have to limp.

[What else can he do? And yet Jiang Cheng doesn't elaborate just yet. Instead: there's a faint glow at the tip of his fingers. He's far from a healer, but there's a difference between enormous feats of medicine and easing the ache in a sprained ankle. Can he actually do this in canon? God knows! We're saying yes.]

It's not that bad.

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[That's very sweet, but since he isn't dying and milking his injury for all it's worth is tradition, hmm...]

It is! You know my golden core isn't as good as most!

[This is why you study in school: so that one day your very easy to understand core magic will circulate and help you heal or whatever. But also don't study in school because you will die young like your big brother. Hmm. Well, anyway.]

Will you carry me?

[pierless]

I don't have much of a choice.

[Just kidding, he was going to carry him regardless; it's literally the least he can do to make up for this. He scowls faintly, prodding at the ankle once more, like maybe there'll be sudden improvement.]

Just sit for a minute, all right? Maybe it'll get better.

[And if it gets better, he won't have to feel quite so guilty about ruining their night.]

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[Well, it hurts, and pretty constantly... Huaisang has no intention of getting up to walk around anytime soon, but he's not such a whiner that he has to act like it's the end of the world. There's no one to fool! So instead he holds out one arm, gesturing for Jiang Cheng to come sit next to him.]

Keep me company, then.

[pierless]

[It's a good thing he calls for him: Jiang Cheng had honestly planned on storming off to work out his embarrassment on the tents or some such thing. Better that than just sitting and stewing in his (overblown) irritation at himself.

But he can't deny Huaisang a direct request, not now. So he sits, wrinkling his nose as he does. Should he apologize? Ah, but that's hard even for the simplest matters. So how to fix this?]

I can make us dinner soon. If you want.

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[Huaisang leans against him the moment he sits; it's a little mean of him to push at Jiang Cheng's guilt like this, but he'll stop, he will! His ankle hurts and he wants to be held, genuinely and everything.]

Not yet. I can't concentrate on eating while it still hurts.

[How can he enjoy campfire fish with this terrible ache? This is serious.

...Then, okay,] It was an accident, A-Cheng.

[pierless]

[He at least shifts, wrapping an arm around him, holding him close. Which means Huaisang can feel the instant he goes stiff.]

It hasn't even been a month. How many people sprain the ankles of their--

. . . it's not exactly a good start.

[Let him brood.]

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[Jiang Cheng, babe... We're looping around to unhealthy, here. Huaisang leans more heavily against him, like perhaps his affection will put an end to this brood for good. Or for like, ten minutes.]

Why are you worried about that? Knocking me over isn't an omen.

[pierless]

[But ah, see, maybe it is. Maybe it's a sign that he's not meant for this, that he's too broken, too mediocre, too lacking in some way and he oughtn't have this kind of happiness.]

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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[Ah, well. He can't say he doesn't know where that sentiment is coming from. Jiang Cheng has lived waiting for the misery to catch up with him again, while Huaisang has wondered just how long he'll get away with the things he's done. It's— understandable.

But this is just a twisted ankle.]

It won't. You'll get used to it.

[To the happiness, or the dread... who knows.]

[pierless]

[He doubts it, and the snort he offers is meant to indicate that.]

I don't know how you can look at the future like that. Especially after . . . well, everything. How can you look at the future and think it will turn out decently?

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I haven't thought about the future in years.

[It's been nothing but a desperate rush to the finish of the one thing he had to do, and there was never time to plan ahead to anything after. He's walked completely out of his own script and he doesn't want to think about it even now.

So it's going great.]

Even so, I managed to get this far.

[pierless]

[Well, that shuts him up. Jiang Cheng stares into the distance for a few moments, trying to absorb the blunt heaviness of that first statement.]

. . . I'm sorry.

[Has he said that yet? But so much has happened, and then there'd been desperate, frantic flirtation, avoiding all emotion-- and even when they were talking about feelings, it was inherently about them, not anything else.

But he is sorry. Sorry it had happened; sorry he wasn't there to help when it had. Sorry that he knows precisely the sort of rage and grief Huaisang has in him, because god, he would that he never knew such feelings.]

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[Oh, and it does something to Huaisang's whole body to hear that, an apology for how twisted things have turned out. Sympathy, and it's Huaisang who goes stiff this time, almost in shock from it. When was the last time someone showed him sympathy?

When his brother died? How ironic.]

Ah... so am I.

[If things had been different— could they have reached each other sooner? He's quiet for a moment.]

You know, A-Cheng, I think the other shoe was us all along.

[pierless]

[He turns his head, burying his face against the top of Huaisang's head for a moment.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[fanfavors]

[Hmm, that he took Jin Guangyao apart so completely that the man died of shame and derision from the rest of the cultivation world even before Lan Xichen ran him through? That Jiang Cheng's revenge on the Wens was thorough enough that someone out there has definitely already written at least one epic for the history books about it?

Something like that!]

I only mean there isn't anything left for us to worry about, is there? The worst problem I have right now is my foot.

[pierless]

[He might not be as clever as Huaisang, but he's not stupid, either. But hm, that's something to pursue later.]

I suppose.

[He's still holding his breath, but maybe that will ease with time. Because Huaisang is right, after all: that really is their biggest problem. Everything else that's happening-- little squabbles, arguments about taxes or who owns what . . . it's irritating, but it's not awful. Not the way the past decade and a half have been.]

Hmm. Are you going to whine in my ear the entire time when I carry you?

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[It's fine, they can chat about being the most intimidating people in the cultivation world some other time, when the emotions are less raw. It'll be fun!! For now:]

Oh, yes. How else can I show my appreciation for A-Cheng's care?

[This is your man, Jiang Cheng. Enjoy him.]

[pierless]

You're such a brat . . .

[Ah, but at least that's affectionate grumbling, not secret self-loathing. Not that that's gone away, speaking of issues they'll have to discuss at some point, but at least right now, the way he kisses the top of Huaisang's head is fond.

Mostly.]

A-Sang can show his appreciation better ways.

[Which comes out more suggestive than he'd meant it to; he'd really just meant, like, boiling rice or something. But they're here now, and by some miracle, he doesn't take it back. You know what that is? Growth.]

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[Don't try to out-brat him, Jiang Cheng. His true calling was being a pain in the ass, all along... The kiss makes him smile, and he shifts to look up at Jiang Cheng with raised eyebrows. Oh? Is this another fake-out smooth line?]

A-Sang can make it worth your while.

[Like, later, when his foot doesn't hurt so bad. Maybe.]

[pierless]

[They're pretty much always fake-out smooth lines, as evidenced by the way his cheeks have gone red, but. At least he's sticking to his guns right now, staring right back down at him.]

In exchange for carrying you all the way back to Qinghe . . .

[Which is a not inconsiderable task.]

I remember what kinds of books you used to read, you know. Don't promise more than you're willing to give.

[Two for two, maybe this flirting thing isn't so hard?? Admittedly, he doesn't look as smooth as he'd like, but he's trying.]

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["used to"

Huaisang shifts again, sliding a hand delicately up the front of Jiang Cheng's robes and tracing a lazy circle over his chest. They are... so overdressed, but it's the thought that counts.]

I told you I wouldn't lie to you, A-Cheng. You believed me, didn't you?