XiCheng: The Last Lotus [AU- OMEGAVERSE]

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Because there was nothing at all he had to wish.

They go to Gusu.

Of course, they fucking do.

It's not like Jiang Cheng could've put it off for much longer anyway. Not with his pathetic, flimsy excuses and half-hearted protests for mercy. With the purposeful limps and fake gasps of pain- making sure to add a wince or two every few steps he took forward. Pretending like whatever amnesia had hit him- was starting to act up again. The head injury he sustained- that had healed over eight fucking years ago- was beginning to hurt all of sudden. Perfectly in time with their supposed trip to Cloud Recesses.

The groans and sniffles- the knowing looks and arched brows his parents gave him. The sudden fevers, long days cramped up in bed refusing to see anyone- coupled with the barely restrained eye-rolls the healers gave him. Admonishing him for his immaturity.

How every healer in Lotus Pier would heave a sigh and shake their head wearily when Lan Xichen rushed over to their quarters, vibrating out of his skin and completely worried for Jiang Cheng's health. How they would just brush it off and wave a dismissive hand, muttering few curt well-wishes, and grumbling their way to a "pressing" patient.

Honestly, with so many signs and obvious red flags- it was inevitable that Lan Xichen takes notice. Especially since Jiang Cheng had been perfectly fine a few days ago. And had only decided to play the sick patient after Xichen had so graciously dropped the bomb on him.

They were going to Gusu. Gusu fucking Lan.

Where at least three of the pesky little demons that had haunted Jiang Cheng's nightmares for weeks on end- happened to live. Yep three.

Nope. Actually, make that four. Because not only were they leaving to go see his children-

Yes, he had fucking children. Because apparently, one child wasn't enough for the insatiable beast that was Lan Xichen. Because he had apparently given birth to twins.

Fucking twins.

Two little twats that were going to be the end of him.

God Jiang Cheng wished kids could've come with a refund policy. Because lord knows how he was going to deal with two, living, breathing people- when he could barely cope with one stupid dog.

He feels like somethings going to go wrong. And despite Lan Xichen's many reassurances that yes- the boys were going to love him, and that yes- his brother would play nice-

Jiang Cheng still felt uneasy.

There was a stone in his gut. Some voice echoing in the back of his head that told him what a shitty fucking idea it was to go see his in-laws. Something gnawing on him- promising that he would no doubt make a fool of himself in front of his husband's family.

No no.

Not his husband's family.

His family.

Because Jiang Cheng was a thirsty fucker that couldn't keep his legs closed for the life of him. And as a result- he had been slapped in the face with two little humans he needed to take care of.

It really served him right.

Jiang Cheng should've known better than giving in to the more primal urges of his lower body. He went celibate for eight whole years. Eight goddamn years with no sexual intercourse. He was abstinent for the better part of the decade. Only to come back to two kids, a husband, a rather intimidating uncle, and a far too grumpy brother in law he's not sure how to deal with.