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[undisciplined]

He didn't always succeed but it'd been a good night. He'd gotten back in with his liquor haul untouched and beelined back to his room, stashing the jugs. He'd already told A-Sang when to come by so it was just a matter of waiting.

[illicitly]

For as easily as Huaisang wilts like a plucked flower when he's intimidated, he's a fairly adventurous boy, eager to have fun and pleasurable experiences. Ever since becoming friends with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, this trait of his has grown and flourished. So as soon as the coast is clear, Huaisang sneaks away from his own room and through the sleeping quarters, creeping ever so cautiously with an attentive ear to any authority figures that might be roaming about.

Once he reaches the room his friends share, Huaisang doesn't rap on the doorframe or announce his presence in any way. He simply scurries inside like a mouse seeking shelter.

"Wei-xiong? Did you get it?" he whispers.

As for himself, he's brought contributions of his own for a night of fun: several of his favorite erotic artbooks and a pair of dice.

[inflexibility]

He's honestly not even sure how they ended up like this, gaze locking on Huaisang straddling his hips as his hands grip the other boy's robes and his body jerks to full attention in a way that leaves his skin flushing a little pink.

He needs Huaisang to move, but his gaze is locked on the other teenager's mouth, the way he'd just licked his lips enough to have him shifting just enough that said reaction might or might not be picked up on.

"...I.." He clears his throat.

[illicitly]

Nie Huaisang crushes easily and often. Maybe it's a side effect of having so much nervous energy simmering just below the surface. While his attention had been rather firmly on Wei Wuxian during much of the older boy's stay at the Cloud Recesses, once he'd been out of sight, he'd fallen rather quickly out of mind as well. Perhaps it's only natural that Huaisang's gaze should fall and linger on his other close friend next, not that he'd ever intended to become infatuated.

Honestly, he'd tripped over a rock and fallen on top of Jiang Cheng after taking an unceremonious tumble down a small hill. But now that he's here, he can't seem to stop staring at his friend's face. Huaisang lifts his hand to brush aside Jiang Cheng's hair, resting it against his cheek, all too aware of the awkward hardness pressing against him and his own as well.

Impulsively, he bends down to capture Jiang Cheng's lips with a smoothness that surprises even himself.

one shot thread or ongoing, idk

[inflexibility]

[ from here ]

"...Do you need some air?" It's quiet, the voice coming from beside him, Jiang Cheng's gaze drifting back over the room for a moment before returning to Huaisang. He's barely seen him since his trip to Qinghe for the funeral and even then, it had been...

Complicated.

Still, he can't quite help himself when he sees Huaisang in this condition.

our other threads are too cute so this one has to be sad now

[illicitly]

Complicated is one word for it. Heartbreaking is another.

On some level, Huaisang had always known there was no future for him and Jiang Cheng. Ultimately, it didn't matter how they felt about each other. If they loved each other. Jiang Cheng is the leader of his sect and Nie Huaisang has never been a marriage prospect capable of producting him an heir. If Nie Mingjue hadn't died, maybe Huaisang could have salvaged something with the man he'd loved since they were teenagers.

But it's too late. Nie Mingjue is dead and Huasang's fate is sealed. He is the only Nie left that can continue the line. One day, he must marry and produce an heir of his own for the good of the sect. It's his responsibilty. Da Ge would've wanted to him accept his responsibilities and do right by his sect, even if it meant sacrifice.

Huaisang doesn't answer at first, instead downing more of his wine. He looks downright miserable, his eyes downcast, unable to meet Jiang Cheng's gaze when his mind and heart are in such turmoil.

"...I'll go out in a moment. Thank you, Jiang-xiong," he says softly.

More distant address than Huaisang's given him in years but he still can't quite bring himself to use his formal title.

modern AU, probably nsfw in comments.

[inflexibility]

The photoshoot had dwindled over the course of the day, the rest of their circle leaving until he was the last one there, still in the full costume he'd been given for the day, gaze drifting to Huaisang for a moment as he waited for the directions.

Because he was honestly ready for this to be over, at least enough so he could change back into normal clothing, fingers flexing at his side as he turned different directions when told.

"Do you have everything you need, yet?" during a break between photos.

[illicitly]

"Almost. Just need a few more shots then I'll be done," the photographer says in a somewhat breathless voice, face a little flushed.

It's been quite some time since Huaisang's had such an attractive subject on the other side of his lens. He's been pretty thorough so far and at least a few of these shots are going into frames at home. Huaisang flicks his ponytail back over his shoulder before making a few more adjustments to his camera.

Once he finishes, Huaisang takes a few more pictures. Really, he can't keep dragging this out as reluctant as he is to let this fellow go and inevitably walk out of his life. As soon as he's done, he straightens up, smiling softly.

"There. All done. You can start undressing now," he declares absently, not quite realizing the slip he'd just made.

Things we never got to explore

[undisciplined]

It was after dinner that he went looking for Huaisang again, finding him basically where he'd expected, settled in a corner of the library where it was more or less secluded.

And all but dropped into his lap, sprawling across him as he made himself comfortable.

Random morning.

[inflexibility]

He'd woken before daybreak, left Huaisang sleeping in their bed and slipped out to go for an early morning swim, clear his head a bit before he really started his day. The place he usually favored was an isolated inlet, an overgrown area near the edge of the gazebos.


He'd left his robes on the shore, hair slicked down his back as he stood under a tree, watching the sun rise over the far edges of the lake.

[illicitly]

The absence of cozy warmth to snuggle up to is noticed fairly quickly and Huaisang sleepily cracks open en eye to confirm that his lover has, indeed, disappeared on him. Frowning slightly, he slowly drags himself out of bed and puts on just enough layers to be considered decent should he run into any other early risers. After running a comb through his touseled hair, Huaisang makes his way outdoors to investigate where his lover had gone.

Thankfully, he still hasn't lost his touch with moving around quietly and after a bit of searching, he finds himself on the shore, keenly aware of the presence of a very handsome, nude, and sopping wet Jiang Cheng on the shore.

Please pardon Huaisang while he's struck speechless at the sight, quickly taken in by the beautiful view greeting him this sunrise.

Modern (AU)

[destabilised]

He'd been working longer shifts lately, which had never been a problem before, but it was becoming more difficult to keep focus, Mingjue finding himself drifting off, but his actual work still got done. So he'd finally caved and agreed to go home early.

Get some rest.

But he still had things to do, which while he did manage to try to cook some nights, involved ordering in food and thne just settling on the couch, head resting against the back before he sighed and stretched out to get comfortable.

Huaisang could get the food when it arrived, was the last thought before his eyes closed.

Archery contest.

[revivified]

The archery contest was still ongoing but he'd left the staging area, heading back to where he usually practiced his archery since everyone was distracted anyway. It made it much less likely he'd be interrupted and he'd be back before the results were announced.

Not that anyone would notice whether he was there or not, but it was easier to fall in line in case it did cause trouble for his sister.

Random

[undisciplined]

He'd come back with two jars, one settled on the table while the other was beside him as he sat against the bed, his head resting against the mattress, eyes half closed, Huaisang a warm weight in his lap. His fingers idly toyed with the other teenager's hair as he raised the jar to his lips, taking a drink before offering it to Huaisang.

The only other sound was Huaisang reading from one of the books he'd brought.

[illicitly]

Wei Wuxian is a solid, pleasant comfort and it's a little hard to focus on his novel sitting in his lap like this. Huaisang's cheeks are slightly flushed even as his mind races with nervous excitement. As casual as Wei Wuxian is about about physical contact, this is the first time he's ever actually pulled him to sit in his lap like this. He's not quite sure what to make of it, honestly, and a little scared to ask or call too much attention to it in case Wei Wuxian changes his mind.

So he just continues to sit there on him like this, going through his book. After a bit, Huaisang manages to find enough boldness in him to start teasing and playing with his friend's ponytail.

[inflexibility]

He's the only one who enters the private parts of Qinghe without being questioned, footsteps carrying him inside before he closed the door behind him. It didn't take long to deal with his outer robes, finger removing the pin from his hair as well and setting all of it aside before Huaisang reaches the room.

And once the door opens and he sees Huaisang enter, the door close, he's there, one arm wrapping around him as his mouth settles over Huaisang's in a demanding kiss.

[continued from here ]

[illicitly]

The fire kindled at the banquet ignites further and he kisses back fervently, biting Jiang Cheng's bottom lips and tugging on it with a growl. His hands splay eagerly and roam barely clothed flesh. Huaisang thrusts his hips forward and grinds against the other man's groin.

"You're such a tease," he say when he pulls away, breathless.

New beginnings

[colludes]

from here

The inn itself is small, nondescript but clean enough and he pays for the rooms before following Huaisang upstairs. It's nothing spectacular and while they may have draw attention, nobody's giving him a second look. And right now, he likes it that way. Being recognized is the last thing he wants, after all.

Arrangements for food are simple enough and he closes the door behind himself as he returns to their room.

"I've arranged for a meal, but I wasn't sure if you wanted anything else."

[illicitly]

"Just a meal is fine. I probably shouldn't have anything to drink," Huaisang says in a low voice, surprising even himself.

It's been years since he's gone to bed without a few glasses of wine to help put him to sleep, at least.

"You can have seat on the bed while we wait."

Modern verse

[colludes]

The spa trip had been a ruse, of course, giving him time to get everything set up before Huaisang returned home. The gift had been built beforehand and just assembled behind the house they'd found. What had taken more time was arranging the interior with the proper and plants and a few birds to start with. But he'd managed and by the time Huaisang returned home?

Everything was set up, his art room had been restocked, dinner was ready and he was waiting quietly, reading a book.

Birfday things

[curtails]

He'd been planning this for a while, had packed a bag for Huaisang with all the essentials that was already on the boat with his own bag and the other items he'd picked up for the trip. And he'd arranged to pick him up, pulling up in front of their meeting place and getting out to greet him so he could catch him before he got into the vehicle.

"Hey."

[illicitly]

"Hey!"

It's easy to tell that Huaisang's excited for his trip. A whole weekend alone on a boat with his boyfriend! Of course, his older brother had grumbled a little about it but they'd already had their own celebration earlier. They're out of high school. He's old enough for things like this now.

He darts forward to give Jiang Cheng a quick peck on the lips in greeting.

"Ready to go?"

POST ERKU: A return home.

[taintedpeony]

Jin Ziyao was preparing for war before he had found himself called to the ocean. He had a vague sense of self as he moved through the chilling waters.

When he opened his eyes again he found himself on the shores again, not on a beach but among some reeds on a wide river. It was the middle of the night and the area was empty of all inhabitants, there was something familiar about it.

He dragged himself out of the water, feeling more like a water ghoul rather than a man. He was still dressed in modern clothing, the vermillion mark on his brows had washed off. He had to get dry. He patted his hip and found his Qiankun pouch at his side, Hensheng at his waist, and his Guqin at his back.

He wiped the water from his eyes and took in his very familiar surroundings.

Was this Yunping?! A bit further would be the temple where he died. Why was he brought back here of all places?!

[illicitly]

This time when Huaisang awakens, it's in his own bed in Qinghe instead of the floor of Jin Guangyao's private rooms at Koi Tower.

He'd been nervously hiding out in his private residence when he'd felt the irresistible lure of the ocean calling him home once more. Not even having everything to lose and nothing to gain by returning home had been enough to stop the call that thundered in his mind and robbed him of reason and free will. Just like before, Huaisang found himself walking helplessly toward the beach, into the waves from which the resentful dead emerged in their determined trek toward the hospital.

Once the cobwebs of unconsciousness clear and the realization of where he is and what he'd left behind hits, Huaisang breaks down into bitter tears, grief twisting like a knife inside him in a way he hasn't felt in a decade.

He'd broken his promise to Shi Qingxuan, after all.

He'd lost the love of his life for the third time.

He'd known his happy dream would end someday but he couldn't predicted it would come so soon.

Post Erku PSL- A talk.

[taintedpeony]

The new lovers had spent thier first night in an inn and enjoyed a nice meal together. It was a blessing from the gods that they even had this impossible chance to be together. Jin Ziyao was in his own form in the privacy of the room, fed and happily snuggling against his fiance.

"We have come a long way to be right here. I would not give it up to be anywhere else you know," he pressed his lips against the other's hair. "The gods have allowed me to be with someone so wonderful. I hardly deserve it."

[illicitly]

It's cozy, warm, and peaceful - a blissful reprieve from the pressures of leadership that he's always so conscious of in the Unclean Realm. Outside the walls of his ancestral home, Huaisang feels like he can breathe again and just enjoy the company of his lover. He smiles softly, content, at the feeling of Ziyao's lips against his hair.

When he speaks, he tilts his head to look at his beloved, gaze tender.

"We have. I'm glad you're with me again. It was so hard without you..."

phoenix hunt things

[curtails]

Frustration was an everpresent emotion when it came to Wei Wuxian, even more so now with how the other behaved and he could almost taste it most of the time. It didn't matter what he said or how he tried to reason with him, he did whatever he wanted to. It was a slow building anger that had never quite abated but he managed to temper it.

That was until he'd turned a corner in the inn when he was looking for Huaisang and Wei Wuxian and the color drained from his face as he watched. They didn't see him, not even after Wei Wuxian had left but that didn't stop the frustration flaring into actual rage, although he swallowed it down. This could wait until after they were no longer guests of the Jin sect. He wasn't going to ruin this for Yanli, not after everything else she'd been through already.

Still his anger was enough that he let himself drink more than he should to try and drown it, to forget the image seared into his mind and he almost succeeded, making it through the banquet and actually leaving on his own.

At least until he saw Huaisang in one of the hallways back towards where their rooms were. He was probably looking for Wei Wuxian and that thought was enough to have Wanyin picking up the pace until he trapped Huaisang against one of the posts.

"Why is it always him?" The question is sharp but he doesn't give Huaisang a chance to respond, his mouth finding the other's before he can speak.

cw: gonna toss in a noncon kiss/dubcon warning for this thread, just in case

[illicitly]

It'd been an impulsive risk, seeing Wei Wuxian off with a liplock at the door without a stitch of clothing on his body but Huaisang had still been running high on good emotions then. And he's always trying to work on being bolder and more assertive. It was a good opportunity and it made him feel empowered for a change.

It was nice. Even if it was messy and he and Wei Wuxian were fumbling, it was fun. After years of loneliness, uncertainty, and constant worry about his brother's safety while he was stuck in the Cloud Recesses and completely reliant on others for news from the front, fun is what he wants. Fun is what he needs. Huaisang can only take so much seriousness and dire circumstances before his mind feels like it's going to explode.

It happens so fast. One moment Huaisang's on his way to relax and enjoy a little alone time in his room, introvert that he is, and the next he finds himself pinned to a post and a pair of unfamiliar lips on his. At first, he's too shocked and flustered to truly register what is happening, much less the words or just who is kissing him so fiercely without his consent.

After a few seconds pass, it finally registers that it's Jiang Cheng kissing him and he's even more confused.

What the fuck.

"Get off me," he manages to growl the first chance he gets, putting his hands on Jiang Cheng's shoulders and giving him a shove, though he pulls a lot of his strength. This is his friend, one of the few he has, and he doesn't want to hurt him, even if he's most definitely trampling over Huaisang's boundaries here.

Gerden Meme continuation for infernaltouch - NSFW

[illicitly]

[OOC: Continued from <a-href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/8965597.html?thread=3816469213#cmt3816469213">here!

[Exchanging names with one another would be a better place to start, huh.]

Korollan. Interesting name.

[Definitely not a native name but it woudn't be, being from another world an all. It's taking him a minute to adjust to the short hair, too. As far as Nie Huaisang knows, mostly criminals keep their hair that short in his homeland. That's a discussion for later, though.]

All right, Koro. My name's Nie Huaisang. Most people just call me Huaisang.

[His businesslike demeanor doesn't drop or waver, though, and it won't until negotiations have been completed. It's always important to stay focused and take negotiotiations seriously or so his instructors keep trying to drill into his head.]

Are you ready to continue?

[infernaltouch]

[Criminals, huh? Well if Huaisang ever fantasized about doing it with a bad boy, nows his chance???

Koro chuckles once again. And without warning, he kneels down and grabs Huaisang, sweeping him off his feet and holding him up like a brushing bride.]

No need to be so...formal. Just relax.

[Koro begins taking the other deeper into the garden.]

There's...a spot in this garden I found particularly enchanting.