#mingxicheng

[tiny-pun]

That “we saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe”

But it’s

“We saw you across the battlefield and your raw violence, elegant precision and desperate determination has enthralled us”

[soursoppi]

grape gets squished

[the-pudding-is-a-lie]

D2 but it's Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen???

Since I already drew D2 here, I went with B1 since the vibes are very similar. Hope you still like it! :D

(I am doing this little poly pose challenge thingie!)

[fleetofshippyships]

If you are taking prompts.... Can we see some more of the poly ship with JC, XC and NMJ? But this time more smutty /spicy PLEASE??? SORRY FOR MY BROKEN ENGLISH.

Yikes, this ask is from 2020 but...I wrote the thing? XD if you're still around, sorry for how long it took me!

AO3 Link

8.7k | explicit | Jiang Cheng/Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue

Excerpt:

“And on the matter of sparring,” Nie Mingjue said, placing a hand on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and relishing the way he no longer seemed uncomfortable with how casually they touched him. “Lie down on the bed and I will ensure you suffer minimal discomfort in the morning.”

Red flushed Jiang Cheng’s face again, but unlike the sentiments Nie Mingjue had clumsily expressed, this was a familiar routine, and one Nie Mingjue always enjoyed.

“I just bathed and you would cover me in oils?” Jiang Cheng scoffed, making no move to remove Nie Mingjue’s hand, nor to refuse the offer now that it was made.

Nie Mingjue made a show of looking around the room, avoiding Xichen’s laughing eyes to avoid laughing outright himself.

“I think I have some scented with lotus somewhere, if you would prefer? Lotus oil for our little lotus?”

The name was used infrequently, but always garnered an amusing response.

While Jiang Cheng spluttered, Xichen moved around the table to sit on his other side, sharing an amused look with Nie Mingjue before leaning on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

“If Jiang Cheng doesn’t want the pleasure of your hands, I will gladly take his place. It’s been a while since I had one of your massages, you know.”

Jiang Cheng’s spluttering ceased and his face became even redder. Caught between denying he wanted such a thing and very much desiring it despite himself, he could only look as if ready to release Zidian and break something.

Nie Mingjue hummed and let his hand slide from Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and down to the crossing of his robes. He slipped a hand beneath the first layer with ease.

“Didn’t I say before? I will enjoy removing these nice new robes,” he said, leaning close enough that he could brush his lips against Jiang Cheng’s ear. “But there’s plenty I could do with them still on if you don’t want a massage.”

[felinesomnambulist]

Twisted Intentions AU - Second Fic

Jiang Cheng held up his hand, pausing the presentation. He glanced at the phone buzzing on the table before him. "One moment," he said. "I need to take this."

Without another word he rose and left the meeting, going to his office, locking the door.

"Xichen," he grumbled. "You know I am in the middle of a shareholder's meeting. If I want the company to transfer smoothly, I need to do this."

"I was worried," a musical voice replied with an audible pout. "You left without saying goodbye."

"I wrote a note on your gun hand."

"Not the knife hand, A-Cheng is so good for remembering," Xichen chuckled, sounding only a little unhinged. "Such a cute note, too."

Jiang Cheng looked at his watch. "Xichen, where is Mingjue?"

The pout came back. "Why? Would A-Cheng rather talk to him than me? Is he better?"

Jiang Cheng sighed. "I don't like you being lonely when I'm away."

That was the truth. Xichen left unsupervised was bad for everyone. More people died that way. Mostly criminals, but still.

"Then A-Cheng should never leave. Come right now home, then you and I do something fun."

"Two more meetings, gege," Jiang Cheng said. "This one and then the one next week. You're coming with me then, right? After that, no more meetings. I'm done here."

"You'll be home all the time? Tucked away safely?"

"Or with my sister, or you and Mingjue," Jiang Cheng agreed.

He rubbed his forehead, a headache blooming behind his eyes. How had he come to be the emotional support human for a psychopath?

Xichen's absent-minded humming filled his ear while Jiang Cheng waited for the man to decide if he was going on a killing spree out of boredom.

The humming was broken by the sound of a scuffle, a lot of whining, and an exasperated sigh.

"Wanyin," Nie Mingjue's voice was rough with sleep. "Sorry. He wore me out and then turned off my alarm."

"It's fine," Jiang Cheng checked the clock again. Five minutes. "I need to go."

"I've got him. Finish up with your meeting and we'll pick you up for dinner."

"I was going out with Jiejie, remember?"

Nie Mingjue sighed. "Can you bring her here?"

"No." Jiang Cheng's refusal was absolute. "I'll tell her I can't make it, if it's like that."

"I'm sorry."

The bitch of it was that Nie Mingjue was genuinely sorry. But that didn't make Xichen sane and it didn't change the fact that Jiang Cheng had become his fascination.

"I have to go," he said again. "Tell Xichen I'll see him soon."

"Knock 'em dead."

"If I don't, you will."

Jiang Cheng's bitterness couldn't be hidden so he didn't bother. He just hung up. This entire fucking mess was a nightmare and he hated it.

He missed his own apartment. Freedom to see his family and friends. True, this situation wasn't Xichen's or Mingjue's fault, not really.

They'd only found him after Wei Wuxian's enemies had finished with him. Said enemies being their quarry. A semi-retired assassin and an actually retired mafia boss taking to the streets to wipe out a rival gang and exact revenge sounded like some bizarre anti-hero comic series.

Jiang Cheng stood, pocketed his phone, and returned to the meeting. The sooner he wrapped this up and handed the business off to his sister, the safer she had his employees would be.

As it stood, anyone who even looked at him too long was in danger of ending up diced to bits.

Especially since Xichen and Mingjue's doctor, 'Only Qing, no family name', hadn't cleared him to be on his feet long. The broken ribs still ached and the headache implied his cracked skull wasn't too happy.

At least the bruising had faded. The gashes across his chest had healed.

As much as they were going to, anyway.

"My apologies," he said, taking his seat. "Please continue."

Mo Xuanyu nodded. "As I was saying, under your sister's management, Jiang Holdings structure will only change a little. Jin Consolidated will have a non-controlling share."

Jiang Cheng nodded, tuning out as the presentation resumed. He'd never wanted the family business in the first place but his father had gotten the company involved in shady dealings with the Wen and with the ostracized Jin Guangshan. Then he and Yu Ziyuan had died in an accident.

Now that he had no choice but to turn over the business he'd raised from ashes on his own, he was more than a little resentful.

But he would have time to write, which is what he'd really wanted to do. And maybe, if Xichen could be reasoned with, Jiang Cheng could have a pet?

The presentation wrapped up without any further incidents and Jiang Cheng made a point of thanking shareholders and Mo Xuanyu.

It took ten minutes for the room to clear out, for Jiang Cheng to retrieve his briefcase from his office, and to make his way outside.

They waited.

Xichen lounged against Mingjue’s armored tank disguised as a luxury SUV. His face broke into a blinding smile when he saw Jiang Cheng and the sunglasses came off to reveal happy dark amber eyes.

He hugged Jiang Cheng, nearly throwing himself at the other. “You look very nice.”

“This suit really works for you, A-Cheng.” Xichen ran a finger under the lapels, dropping a chaste kiss on Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “You should dress like this more often.”

“Why?” Jiang Cheng scowled. “Soon I won’t have a job or a reason to. I won’t be leaving the house. No point.”

Xichen backed away, as if Jiang Cheng had slapped him. Mingjue appeared, pulling Xichen into a warm hug.

“Have you called your sister?”

Jiang Cheng didn’t answer. Instead he pulled out his phone and texted her, explaining something had come up.

Of course she understood.

“There. Done. Let’s go home.” He got into the back of the SUV.

Mingjue got in the driver’s seat, but Xichen got in the back with Jiang Cheng, taking his hand off the seat and toying with his fingers.

Jiang Cheng allowed it. Xichen sighed sadly and slouched down in the seat.

He rested his head on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder but didn’t speak. Nie Mingjue was silent as well, eyes on their surroundings as he drove.

Jiang Cheng stared out the window, watching the scenery. Which was why he realized the happy guy in the SUV beside them had a gun.

“Fuck.”

[ezralva]

Look at that shortie babe in the middle! flanked by the two towers of gentlemen

The smolest yet whose shoulders carrying burdens heavier than all of the sect leaders combined

don't know what to feel about the fact that Jiang Cheng was there while the Venerated Triad was formed lol, did he feel left out? But I like the view that all the little brothers are waiting for their elders.

[sketchyscribbles]

JC Love Month day 1 is dedicated to @bloody-bee-tea, who not only wrote 31 fics for October and is starting on November as well, but who also introduced me to the wonderful MingXiCheng.

[titaniumplatedspine]

The first time JC takes JL swimming, they're alone.

It's a hot summer evening, the air thick and sweet with the scent of lotuses.

JL has been fascinated with the water, almost giving JC a qi deviation the first time he lurched forward off the dock, nearly tumbling in if not for JC's quick reflexes.

JC had been waiting for the perfect day, hot enough the water would be warm, then waiting until the evening so JL's baby soft skin won't burn.

JL has been growing faster than JC can grasp, faster than he can stand.

JL is crawling, sitting on his own, and pulling himself up on JC's legs to stand, beaming in delight at himself for accomplishing such a feat everytime.

He got his first tooth at six months old, and his second one just two weeks later, both discovered by the wet nurse after a couple of biting incidents.

The wet nurse had cooed out all manner of insults and swears while she detached JL, and truthfully JC didn't blame her. Those baby teeth are sharp, and he's only ever had his fingers bitten.

JC revels in every new stage his nephew is going through, even as he mourns and misses the little baby from the months prior.

JC doesn't remember the first time he was taken swimming, but he knows he was probably as young as JL is now.

The water is part of his home, and it brings back his memories of gathering the lotus pods with his sister, of swimming and racing with his once brother-friend-enemy.

He wishes, viscerally, that they could be here to see this.

JL loves the water, screaming and splashing until he's exhausted himself.

After JL is asleep, JC heads back to the dock and dangles his feet in the water.

For the first time in a long time, he lets the memories stirred up by the day-the good and the bad-wash fully over him, and he cries for the family he's lost.

And when he's done, he gets up and he retreats to his chambers, to push forward as he's always done.

There's a letter there, from each of his lovers, and JC is reminded of the family he's building for himself, the one he thought he'd never have again.

The next time JC takes JL swimming, they're together.

NMJ is happy to splash and toss JL around while JC teaches LXC how to swim.

And if the sight of JC moving so gracefully through the water gets LXC excited a little faster than usual, it's worth it for the reminder of how deeply he's wanted.

Part one, Part two, Part three