#chengwang

[victortortor]

domestic bed sharing jc/lwj passage in a jc/lwj/wwx threesome fic, yeet

Lan Wangji is heavy.

This is not surprising; Jiang Cheng imagines if they had switched positions that he wouldn’t be so light himself. But there’s something intensely comforting about having solid body lying on top of him, pressing him down into the bed. It’s so strange. He was sure he would dislike this, being trapped in such a position. Instead… 

Well, he wouldn’t call it feeling ‘safe.’ That’s a bit too much. Perhaps he just feels grounded.

“Is this fine?” Jiang Cheng asks. “We don’t have to lay like this.”

Lan Wangji hums, his chest vibrating. “... It’s good,” he says. His voice is low and soft, and his hands reach to find Jiang Cheng’s. The interlock and he squeezes with unexpected force. “I…”

He can’t see Lan Wangji’s face in the dark, but Jiang Cheng can practically imagine the expression on his face. His voice is not shaking, he seems the same as always— calm, controlled, at peace. Yet there’s just something in the way he holds Jiang Cheng’s hand, as if that is the only thing that’s keeping him sane, that makes it clear that Lan Wangji is overwhelmed.

“You…” Jiang Cheng can’t figure out how to ask if this is truly alright, so he just lets his sentence trail off uselessly. He awkwardly lets his free arm wrap around Lan Wangji’s waist, fumbling a bit as he acknowledges that he has no idea what he’s doing. It just seems like the correct thing.

Lan Wangji’s grip becomes even tighter, to the point that it’s almost painful. There is rustle of clothing and blankets as he shifts, pulls himself toward the head of the bed. Then he leans down and kisses him.

There’s no passion behind it; it’s simply soft and tasteful— less of an expression of love, more of a statement of assurance. Lan Wangji’s mouth stays closed and he lingers on Jiang Cheng’s lips. It’s absolutely lovely, the feeling.

When he finally pulls away, he also lets go of Jiang Cheng’s hand. Jiang Cheng is just about to protest— thank the heavens he doesn’t, he would have just sounded like a needy bastard— when Lan Wangji makes himself comfortable again, resting his head on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. He becomes, once again, a solid and unmovable weight on Jiang Cheng, heavy and calming.

It really is comfortable. The silence between them grows more silent, if that’s even possible, and Jiang Cheng’s mind gradually grows more and more blank, succumbing to darkness in a slow, soft way that it hasn’t for a long time.

Eventually, he falls asleep. He doesn’t dream.

[cherryghostgeneral]

Ships with Cheng that I ship.(but in a modern au where they're like grown and alive).

[a-fuzzycollectiongiver-stuff]

Leggenda sulla nascita Ideogrammi

Leggenda sulla nascita Ideogrammi

Si narra che al tempo dell’imperatore 皇帝 HuangDi,il terzo a partire dall’eroe 伏羲 Fuxi/PaoXi che potremmo considerare l’Adamo Cinese, una persona chiamata 倉頡 Cangjie osservando le constellazioni le impronte dei cavalli e le fratture sui carapaci delle tartarughe inventò la scrittura.

Durante il regno di 成王 Cheng Wang, il secondo della dinastia Zhou 周, una persona chiamata 保氏 Bao Shi scrisse…

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[snakeandladders]

the trials and tribulations of shipping lwj/jc

I have this scenario where Jin Ling develops constant nightmares when he’s about three-ish, and Jiang Cheng is at an absolute loss about how to deal with this. The solution is, of course, Lan Wangji teaching Jiang Cheng how to play* some Calming Music for Children, but, the biggest challenge to getting this scenario to play out in writing is for Jiang Cheng to actually get help/advice from Lan Wangji. 

(*Jiang Cheng, of course, learns this on the flute for maximum Complicated Feelings. I’d like to imagine that this is another point towards his inferiority complex regarding Wei Wuxian.)